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jarofstyles · 30 days ago

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Can you do some angsty jealousrry? Happy ending please!!

Yes 🙂‍↕️ there’s a spooky season theme to it hehe

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Warnings- angst, jealousy, a bit of manhandling, a lil toxic behavior, etc

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Harry had been searching for her all night. The Halloween themed night at the pub was in full swing, the music throbbing, bodies grinding on the dance floor. He had lost track of her hours ago when she had left his place, her disappearance leaving him with a hollow feeling in his chest. But he wasn't about to give up that easily. He knew she was going to be here tonight, with or without him. With a determined scowl, he began to weave his way through the crowded room, his eyes scanning every face, every shadowy corner- which was easier said than done considering they were pumping that nasty fake fog that burned his nose and flashing the stupid strobe lights every so often.

Thankfully as he turned a corner, he spotted her. She was standing by the bar, sipping on a drink, her back to him. His shoulders sagged in relief as he recognized the curve of her neck, the way her styled hair fell in loose waves down her back. She was dressed as a Victorian ghost, all white and eerie, fitting for the spooky themed night.

What he didn’t like, though, was the asshat standing next to her wearing a stupid excuse of a pirate costume. No, that simply would not do. He felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him and he moved towards her without hesitation.

As he approached, he heard the guy lean in and say something to her. Y/N laughed, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her throat. Harry's steps faltered for a moment, jealousy coursing through him like poison. Who the hell was this guy? And why the fuck was she laughing with him? He quickened his pace, his eyes narrowed. "Excuse me."

Harry tapped the guy on the shoulder, his voice laced with a dark undertone. The guy turned around, his eyes widening in recognition. "Harry... Styles?" he stammered, obviously starstruck, but he didn’t give a fuck. Harry ignored him, his focus solely on Y/N. "We need to talk." he demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Grabbing her arm, he began pulling her away from the bar. This wasn’t the place for the discussion.

"Harry, stop!" Y/N tried to pull her arm free, but Harry's grip was firm. Once they were outside, he spun her around to face him, his eyes blazing.

"Who the fuck was that guy?" he demanded, his voice low. There was an attempt to keep his composure there, but there wasn’t much of a follow through. He hated that someone else had been so close to her, especially after an argument. Rational thoughts were few and far between in this scenario.

Y/N crossed her arms, her expression defiant. "None of your business."

"None of my business?" Harry echoed, taking a step closer. "You're my girlfriend, Y/N. Everything about you is my business." They may have been fighting, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to run around and talk to other guys. All of this over the fact that he didn’t want to dress up over this stupid holiday? "You've been avoiding me, and you haven’t answered my fuckin’ messages. I don't like that. It stresses me out and you know it."

Y/N bit her lip, her face dropping to the ground as she tried to avoid his gaze. "I needed some space. Harry." she whispered. It was hard to know she was upset but right now he felt more overwhelmed than anything else.

"Space? Or a chance to flirt with some other guy?" Harry's face twisted in irritation. He grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "You’re the one not answering my calls. It’s driven me absolutely mad. I’ve been trying to fuckin’ talk to you. And I find you here anyways, laughing with some loser. You can’t just ignore me every time we fight.”

Her eyes were bubbling up with tears that he hated, her voice wobbly in the way that made his anger falter. Regardless of how upset he was, he didn’t like seeing her sad. "You hurt me, Harry. And then you expect me to just fall into your arms when you realize you messed up? To talk to you just because you feel like you want to?"

Harry's face fell, her words stinging. He sighed, releasing her chin and dragging his hand down his face. "I know, okay? I know. I was stupid. I was careless about your feelings. I was selfish.” His shoulders dropped as he looked at her, unsure how to properly convey it. The reason he’d been reaching out was to apologize even though he didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but evidently it was. “I’m sorry, my Angel. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. I didn’t know how much you cared... about all of this." His hand waved around gesturing at her outfit. “I’ve just never found it to be a big deal. I didn’t know why you cared so much if I did anything with a costume. I still don’t.” That was his fault, he could admit. He hadn’t heard her out.

Y/N's face softened slightly, her arms uncrossing. "It's not just about the costume, Harry. It's about you showing that you care. That you're willing to do something silly or out of character for me. And you weren't. You brushed me off. And it hurt." Her voice broke on the last word, tears finally spilling over and making a trail down her cheek. It was his fault. Harry's heart ached. He hated seeing her cry.

“Fuck.” He sighed, pulling her into his arms and pressing her face into his chest. He didn’t care if the makeup stained his shirt. All he wanted was to make her feel better. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry I hurt you. M’sorry I was so stubborn.” He was sorry about all of it. He was sorry for not listening to her and for not understanding why it was so important to her. “I didn’t know how much it meant to you."

He paused, his voice lowering to a whisper as he ran a hand over her back, feeling the tears dampen his shirt. "I love you. I love you so much. I know I didn't show it in that moment, but I do. And I promise, m’gonna do better. I'll listen. I'll compromise. I'll dress up t’the next one. Promise. I'll- I'll even wear a onesie, or let y’put makeup on me or some shit if it's that important to you." He would do anything to make this right. To make her smile again. He felt a little silly about it now. Considering he had always tried to be a good partner, to let this be a fight was something he considered to be very stupid now.

Y/N sniffled, her arms wrapping around his waist. "It's not about you dressing up or not, Harry. It's about you showing that you care. That you're willing to make an effort. And you are now. You're promising to listen and compromise. That's what matters." She tilted her head back, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. "I love you too. So much."

Harry let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "Okay. Okay, we'll figure it out, m’love. Together."

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womenloverlmao · 21 days ago

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13 Days of Halloween - Day 2

Special Set - Emily Prentiss X Reader (SMUT.)

Warnings: daddy kink (guys Emily as daddy is a thing I PROMISE), penetration, nipple play, reader is a stripper? Cursing, EMILY WITH A STRAP-ON.

You and Emily had met through a case, and as unprofessional as it was, she fell in love with a target of a serial killer. Of course, now, that unsub had been long out of your lives. You were safe and happy with your wife. Even so, you never quit your job; you would say it was your passion.

Spooky season rolled around, and it was your favorite of all holidays that was coming up quickly. Although you didn’t do much for events, you had enough fun with wearing just a few costumes.

You were one of the best, everyone loved you, and you were never late…well, actually, that was about to change. You were in a black, more halloween-themed set. It wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but it was cute enough. It was a bat kind of thing…which you didn’t understand how it would be, but at least you looked good.

Emily came in as you were adjusting yourself in the mirror. “Hi, baby,” you said mindlessly.

She turned and looked at you in response, her eyes kind of widening. She had seen you like this more times than she could count but every single time she couldn’t help but be astounded. She was married to you, even though to you it felt like the other way around. “Wow,” she says. “You look…amazing.”

“You think?” You asked with a smile. “I think it makes my boobs look great.”

“It…certainly does,” but she was focusing too much on everything else to look too into that. “What time do you have to go in?”

“About five minutes, why?” You respond.

“Because you’re about to be late, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask. She nods, gripping your hip with one hand while the other moves the hair away from your neck to kiss it gently. You let out a quiet moan, with a whined curse.

“I’m already making you feel that good, hmm?” She smiles against you, her teeth grazing your neck.

“Em, baby…I gotta go,” You tell her, but her other hand grips your waist. She turns you around, and you know that you couldn’t say no if you wanted to.

“Come on, if you really don’t want to say it right now. If not, I’m getting the strap out of the closet and you’re gonna sit your ass on my dick, got it, pretty girl?”

There were no further complaints from you. She took her clothes off, and you helped put the strap-on on her. She was still in her bra and panty set as she sat down, letting you come over and sit on her lap. It wasn’t in you yet, but that would change pretty soon.

She cupped your tits over your bra as she kissed you, and you couldn’t help but whine into it. Even though it was through the material, it still felt amazing in a slightly painful way as she twisted and pinched your nipples through it. She got one last look at you before she unhooked your bra, and you threw it somewhere in the abyss. Emily continued to play with them, until you were begging her to let you ride her.

“Please, daddy, come on,” you whimpered. “I need you, so badly. I can’t handle it, I need you.”

“Yeah? You need me, pretty girl?” She smiled, pressing a kiss to your jawline. You hummed a desperate yes. “Panties off, baby.”

You rushed to get them off before straddling her, sinking down on her strap. She was fully convinced that it didn’t matter that she couldn’t ‘feel’ it, all that mattered was you. She watched your face contort with the stretch, giving you as much time as you needed while gently rubbing your clit.

You started to slowly move your hips against hers, sliding up and down as you let out whines and moans. It was all well and good, but she flipped you over anyways. She positioned it at your entrance again, sliding in as you wrapped your legs around her waist.

She fucked you well, you could have called it making love with the words she was saying to you. Telling you how perfect you were, how much she loved you, and how many times she was gonna make you cum. Her hips moved against yours slowly, but definitely surely. You could feel it hitting all your places just right. “Fuck, Emily- right there-“

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Bring your hand down and rub that clit for me,” she tells you, and you don’t hesitate to listen. “Just like that, good girl. That feel good?”

“Mhm, daddy… fuck, it feels so good…”

She pressed her lips to yours, your lips moving carelessly against each other. She made you cum, over and over again. She didn’t even care about getting herself off, seeing you like that was enough for her.

When you were done, she cleaned you off and did whatever else she knew you would like. After that, you watched your favorite Halloween movie together and Sergio crawled onto your lap to cuddle.

Safe to say, you were pretty excited for what would happen when Christmas rolled around…

#criminal minds #Emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #13 days of halloween

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imfinereallyy · 1 year ago

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Spooky Spouse🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️

happy spooky season :) this is for my mutuals @cranberrymoons @penny00dreadful @theheadlessphilosopher @vthx who when I asked about when we think steddie bday's was, it derailed into well...this. And it was too hard to resist.

v brief mention of nsfw

"You want to what?"

Eddie stares at Steve excitedly, practically vibrating in his spot across from Steve in the kitchen.

"We should get married on Halloween!" Eddie shouts.

Steve lets his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he looks at his very manic, albeit very cute, fiance. "Babe, I love you, and for that, I am going to hear you out—"

"Love you too." Eddie interrupts softly.

Steve's mouth curves at the edges; he's sure he has what Robin has claimed as his 'lovesick' smile on his face. "—but why would you want to get married on your birthday?"

Suddenly, Eddie's excitement switches into an embarrassed blush. Hiding behind a finger spun around a soft curl, he mumbles, "...about that..."

Steve sighs and leans back in his chair. He feels the familiar ache in the bottom of his back, scarred road rash that never quite healed right in 86'. If he sits too long in one spot, Steve finds himself fidgety and unsettled.

He wonders briefly if he can convince Eddie to give him a massage later.

Eddie's embarrassment shifts for a moment to concern, eyes wondering where Steve's back meets the base of the old wooden chair they found on 74th Street two years ago. Steve knows Eddie had liked the way the chair creaked like Steve's knee, and that was reason enough to bring it home. Now, though, with the way Eddie holds his breath to see if the familiar creak of the chair will mix with the sounds of Steve's young bones aging, Steve knows he won't have to do any convincing at all.

"I'm okay, Eds. You were saying."

Eddie's face blooms red again. "Okay, only if you promise not to be mad."

"That is never a good sign."

Eddie bites his lip, "What if I told you that my birthday isn't really on Halloween?"

Steve stares blankly, "I know I've had a few knocks on the head, Eds, but I'm pretty sure you can change your name, not your birthday. Having a wedding doesn't mean you get to move your birthday."

"Well!" Eddie jumps, this time with more anxious energy, "You see, that's what I mean; we wouldn't have to move my birthday if we got married on Halloween."

"Okay, you lost me. Am I concussed again? Did we go too hard last night? I know you said you were 'gonna fuck me so good I would forget my name,' but I'm pretty sure this isn't what you meant."

Eddie takes a deep breath before getting on his knees in front of Steve, taking his hand into his own. "Stevie, I mean that I lied. My birthday isn't Halloween. It's actually in February."

"What."

"You said you wouldn't be mad!"

Steve snorts but gives Eddie's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm pretty sure I actually said that 'wasn't a good sign'. I never agreed not to be mad."

"We both know it means the same thing to you." Eddie huffs.

Steve's lovesick smile is back again, despite knowing he should be mad. "You're telling me you've convinced everyone your birthday is on Halloween?"

"...well, everyone but Wayne." Eddie's smile turns sheepish.

"Jesus Christ Eds."

Eddie jumps up from his knees back to his feet. Steve can hear Eddie's ankle crack at the sudden change. He keeps a hold on Steve's hand. "Listen, I had good reason. I love Halloween; I should be a Halloween baby. My death was almost by bats; I mean, by that logic, it's almost full circle."

"I feel like you're D&D'ing me into logic that doesn't make sense. Eddie, are you trying to make it worse?"

Eddie throws his head back and groans, "No. I'm just—I love Halloween. It feels wrong not to have something important on that day."

"So you decided to change your birthday? Ed's that's not legal."

Eddie's excitement comes back tenfold, giving Steve whiplash. "Well, neither is our wedding! So it's perfect! Honestly, very metal of us to be fighting the law on such an amazing day." Eddie's arms flap around in excitement, making their conjoined hands move messily throughout the air.

Steve wants to be mad; he really does. But he can't help it; he just loves this idiot too much. "Fine, we can get married on Halloween."

"Really?!"

Steve stands, bringing his lips to Eddie's hand, then gently to his lips. He murmurs against his mouth, "On two conditions."

Eddie nips Steve's lip, "Anything, baby."

"One." Steve starts, sliding his tongue into Eddie's mouth, just to be a brat, before pulling back. Eddie groans but doesn't protest. He knows that this is the rare occasion it's his turn to be punished. "You have to tell everyone the truth about your birthday."

"Yep, fine. You got it." Eddie grabs Steve by the back of his neck and pulls him back. Consuming him greedily, Steve gives in to the distraction for a moment. Loving the feeling of Eddie's heat pressed against his own.

Steve pulls back reluctantly, a trail of spit connecting the two of them. Eddie whines and paws at Steve's hips, trying to draw him back. "Two, you have to tell me when your actual birthday is."

The heat clears from Eddie's eyes and the sheepish look returns. "Uh..."

Steve starts to remove himself from Eddie, but Eddie scrambles to bring him back against his chest. "Fine. Fine, I'll tell you."

Steve leans his forehead against Eddie's, patiently waiting for him to spill.

"It's February 14th."

Steve's eyes go wide, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ."

this spiraled form all of us being convinced eddie would lie and say his bday is on Halloween. to my mutals, sorry I didn't tag you all it got to long, but this was for you guys ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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ozzgin · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Featuring the Akatsuki and how they would spend Halloween with a Darling that loves the spooky season!

Itachi

Itachi is rather introverted and doesn't like parties or loud events. He could, of course, put on a smile and interact with anyone if it was for your sake, but he will be looking forward to being alone with you once again. Plainly put, he has no interest in other people.

He finds your excitement cute and might suggest that you spend a quiet evening in the graveyard, feeding the ravens and discussing horror movies and literature. It's peaceful, comforting and fitting. Oh, he just loves hearing your voice.

Truly, what could be more romantic than debating ghoulish matters among the dead and decayed? For Itachi it is a statement in itself, that your love prevails over everything. Perhaps even foreshadowing, if anyone ever dares to interfere.

Kisame

Kisame will be happy to comply with any proposal as long as you're by his side. That's really the only requirement for his successful Halloween. If you prefer larger events, he will dutifully keep suitors away and allow you to mingle with your friends. Otherwise a cozy evening indoors will suffice.

Now listen, when it comes to horror movies I’m sure the first thought is usually Jaws. But I had this picture in my head: watching Silent Hill with Kisame and getting him to dress up as Pyramid Head. If there’s a costume party happening, he’ll be right behind you in that bloodied up apron and great knife dragging along.

In fact, you could even go for a matching costume, such as Bubble Head Nurse. Kisame takes his role very seriously, so naturally once you’re alone he might just do what Pyramid Head does. You can tell he’s been looking forward to it once his imposing gloved hand is around your throat, grip tightening in anticipation.

Sasori

Sasori will be against any social event, so you better not pester him with any of those annoying Halloween parties. He does not care for it and he finds it an utter waste of time that could be spent with you instead. Why do you need the company of others?

If you must celebrate in some way, he’d much rather compromise on some quiet, cultural activity. Perhaps some museum exhibition, or a candlelight organ concert in a church. Even better, a horror movie at home so he doesn’t have to worry about perverts eyeing you.

I like to think he’d enjoy Tim Burton movies. They’re artsy and tasteful and a lot of the recurring themes might pique his interest. You’ll finish watching Edward Scissorhands and notice he’s been thoughtfully gazing at you for some time. Is anything wrong? Not really. He’d just been pondering that you won’t be allowed to grow old. He’ll make sure of it.

Deidara

Deidara is a thrill seeker and will absolutely share your enthusiasm for Halloween. Costume parties, haunted houses, amusement parks, you name it. He loves a good scare and might even compile an elaborate list of activities to make sure you have the best time. Truth be told, seeing you enjoying yourself might be the actual highlight.

He won’t mind, however, if you’d prefer a less intense evening. There’s plenty of things to do away from the crowd, such as pumpkin carving. He’ll do his best to impress you with his artistic skills, presenting highly elaborate carvings, often depicting your favorite things. He lives to entertain you.

If he thinks about it, this is a perfect opportunity to prove to you that really no one else compares. His love for you is unmatched. And as he likes to say, the holiday isn’t complete until it ends with a bang ;) (Had to make the joke)

Kakuzu

Ugh. Kakuzu just dreads the upcoming holidays. It’s all puerile, commercial quackery and he does his best to ignore the nonsense. Or he used to, at the very least. As much as it irritates him, your disappointed expression might be even more unbearable. He does have a soft spot for you, after all.

So fine, go ahead. Do your silly little Halloween shenanigans. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with other people. It’s really just the best for everyone involved. You wouldn’t want some poor soul complimenting your outfit to immediately meet their demise at the hands of your intimidating boyfriend. His patience might be thin, but when it comes to you it’s basically nonexistent.

Ideally it’ll be just you and him. Graveyards, horror movies, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, whatever your little heard desires. If he’s in a good mood, he might even be willing to don a matching costume.

Hidan

Given Hidan’s beliefs, he’s not very impressed by some pagan invention, although he does enjoy the activities that come with it. It’s his guilty pleasure. Especially because he gets to see you all dressed up.

That might just be the main reason, really. You. He loves seeing your excitement and would do anything to entertain it. He enjoys social events where he can show you off, but doing things alone as a couple is also perfectly fine. Okay, if he’s entirely honest, he would very much like to parade you around as his.

All the gore and the terror really gets him into the mood. By the end of the day he’ll be a starved man, and you can be sure that once he gets his hands on you it will be a bloody, scratching, biting mess. He’s probably the type to suggest you do it in a graveyard for the thrills.

Pein

Pein pretends not to care, but he is very much aware your favorite holiday is approaching. He’ll prepare weeks in advance to make sure he won’t have any paperwork or surprise missions. The day will be entirely dedicated to you.

He will either quietly follow you around to whatever plans you’ve made, like a loyal dog, or will conjure his own activities in case you didn’t expect too much productivity to be possible. Oh, the things he’ll do for your sake. Anything for a glimpse of that genuine smile.

You’re quite amused by the fact that Pein retains his serious expression no matter what jumpscares come your way. Impressed, you can’t help but ask him: “Is there even anything that frightens you?” And he won’t have to contemplate an answer for long. Naturally the thought of losing you. All the other artificial horrors pale in comparison. But you needn’t worry, he will never, ever allow it to happen.

Konan

Konan is only mildly excited about Halloween, but she will never say no to spending time with you. Additionally, it comes with the opportunity of doing arts and crafts as a way to relax. Forget buying decorations, she’ll be crafting the most exquisite garlands and ornaments you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She prefers to keep to herself. If you desire to attend a social gathering, she won’t downright refuse, but she’ll maintain her distance from the crowd and count the hours until you’re alone and together.

I feel like she would treat it as a spooky Valentine’s Day. She’ll show up with an elaborate gothic bouquet of flowers and a card quoting your favorite horror book or movie. “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”, as she lovingly once read in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You’re her very own undying romance.

Tobi

You might think you’re excited for Halloween, but it quickly fades when compared to Tobi’s enthusiasm. Before you can even mention it to him, he will present you with a full itinerary of things to do together. He has been counting the days, constantly daydreaming of having all the fun in the world with you.

Similarly childish is his possessiveness. You find his little bouts of jealousy when you’re among other people terribly cute, as he pouts and tries to drag you away, reminding you dramatically that he’s your Halloween date. Only him.

Although you’re taken aback by his abrupt change of tone, when at some point during the night the silly threats turn into a deep, jarring voice demanding your undivided attention. Surprised? It’s a holiday of frights, after all. Perhaps he’ll show you how scary he can be if he wants to.

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h2llish · 12 days ago

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⁀➷ ˖ spooky, scary, probably

notes ─── happy halloween i guess. i was hit by a wave of inspiration and wrote this in like an hour.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR | VIL SCHOENHEIT ─ you want to really lean into the "spooky" of spooky season.

warnings ☆ fluff? (or perhaps crack? it's silly and short), read platonic or romantic, gender neutral, lowercase intended, reader may or may not be yuu

"hey, can you help me with something?"

leona would often times tell you to get lost, to leave him alone and let him sleep. but after peeking an eye open to look at you, that wasn't what came out of his mouth ─ "what are you wearing?"

"it's my costume." you answered simply, glancing down at the clothes that look like you took a pair of scissors and tore at it until it looked shredded and unwearable. (and that's exactly what you did, sort of; it was already old and worn, you just made it even more so with a few extra aggressive tears.)

leona sent you a questioning look, lips curled up in a mamner you knew meant he was judging you, but you weren't all that bothered. "what are you supposed to be?" ─ he didn't let you answer as he sat up and examined you from where you stood at his door, following up the question with another ─ "and what is on your face?"

you knew he was talking about the makeup made to look like gauges and blotches in your face to really sell your role in your costume. it was well done too, you had gotten help from someone you deemed an expert beforehand. it took a while before you made a decison on the look, but in the end, you were happy with the results.

you stared at leona for a moment, waiting to see if he'd ask anything more, and then you answered, "i'm like a zombie. and it's makeup. vil helped me. he's pretty good at it, actually."

leona stared at you, more bemused as he eyed your diy costume from head to toe, "you look ridiculous."

"i look great," you corrected him, as if that's really what he meant, "you think it'll scare people? i was hoping to spook the others, or at least some of them."

leona scoffed, but chose not to comment on your decision to scare your peers as he referred to the reason you came to see him, "what do you want?"

"oh, right," you held up a decently sized bottle of red, what looked like, paint. "i need you to help cover me im this fake blood."

"i take it back, you're ridiculous."

"rude. so yes or no?"

"fine. but not in here."

vil has learned that when you set your mind to things ─ ridiculous as they may be ─ you tried hard to fulfill them. sometimes you failed but, then there times you went through with them, completed your self-given mission.

he was used to hearing about these ideas you just had to go through with (your words). ─ like right now.

"so skeletons are scary right?"

vil glanced at you as you took a seat beside him on the bench, looking to be deep in thought. (and he had to stop himself from sighing.)

"what?" he asked, closing the script he was reading (one written by you for his film research club) with his thumb in between the pages.

"skeletons," you repeated, "they're common for halloween because they're scary, right?"

a rhetorical question, he realized ─ but he answered anyway. "yes. that's right."

you nodded thoughtfully and hummed, bringing a hand to your chin and going silent. vil prepared himself for anything you might say ─ and he knew it would likely be ridiculous, because that's what your ideas often were; ridiculous and lacking sense, but nonetheless, in a way, thought through.

"what about, if it was the muscles?"

"the," he paused, "the muscles?" ─ he asked, as if to be sure he heard you right.

"yeah," you nodded, your face showing just how serious you were in your words, and vil wondered just where you were going with this. "like skeletons are pretty scary. but what if, say, you suddenly just see fully intact human muscles coming towards you. wouldn't that freak you out?"

vil asks himself often where you come to think of such things, and yet, he still does not know. ─ "well, i suppose it would."

you nodded again, "i think i could make it work. with a little help from magic and makeup, i'm sure i could pull off a convincing costume."

of course that's where this was going ─ you were going to dress up as the muscles in the human body, just like one would when dressing up as a skeleton.

"you think you could help me?"

vil sighed, "alright."

─ it's never a dull moment with you, he thinks.

do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through ai.

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fiddles-ifs · 13 days ago

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The ground stinks. It meets your hands in a shower of wet mud, an explosion of sick and blood, soaking the spaces between your fingers. When your vision focuses again, finally stops wobbling around and making double of itself, you find your palms soaked red. You crawl on your hands and knees to the body in front of you. You turn them over on their back. A man, not one of yours, and you slap his face a few times before you realize his eyes are milky and staring ahead, unblinking. There’s nothing you could do for him now. You look at his legs and find them still facing downwards. They didn’t move with the rest of him.

All the information comes to you backwards — his bisected waist, the guts spilling across the dirt, red, red and so much red. You stand up numbly. Your horse lies dead several feet away, and you remember in your haze that’s the reason why you were bucked off. You try and look at something — anything — else.

There is nothing else. All around you are limbs and blood and battle. Everything moving so slowly, mosquitoes caught in cooling amber, a slurry of death. You feel lost, a scarecrow in a burning field. Your ears ring. It all feels distant. Too distant. You need to move.

You turn to see a flash of white steel against the burning sun, and weakly raise your arms to try and block the blow with what little padding you have on. You move so slow.'

The other images feature the same text. The second image features a black background and red links. The third image is yellow parchment paper with red links and black text. /end ID]

happy update day!! i have to be up in. checks watch. six hours. so the update is coming at exactly midnight, and then i'll queue appropriately. but steady progress is being made on tkp!! im taking a small break from greenwarden to focus on making tkp and erinys look nice as a side project to querying agents for my book. it's a process. yk how it is.

what you see right now are mockups, the actual product looks uh. well. it looks like this

far cry from how i want it to look, but im working on it.

after finishing the css, all i have to do is write and edit chapter 1 and it'll be ready for demo release!

also, happy spooky season! im working on something for greenwarden that most certainly will not be done by Halloween, but i think you'll like it. it involves costumes and maybe stickers. watch this space

#blog update #excited to get back into coding again tbqh #the svgs are frustrating but i think i can figure them out given enough time and sleep #unfortunately they did put me in charge of the fall cocktail menu at work so im scrambling #and dont have a lot of time to write #[my drinks rock btw. ill give you the recipes if you ask]#[i didnt sign no nda and i dont give a SHIT]

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slutouttanowhere · 1 month ago

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Flesh | R.Rippley

Rhea Ripley x black!oc

warnings: cunilingus, clit stimulation, mentions of blood, biting, themes of vouyerism, mentions of self body shame, and alcohol consumption. poorly edited

a/n: I’ve been saying I was gonna write Rhea months ago if you follow me, and look at that apparently I’ve been saving a Rhea x oc for spooky season. I mean she is mother spooky after all right? This Oc is bi-curious, but this is for anyone and everyone to enjoy if you’d like to. A lot of the way I wrote Rhea in this was inspired by her response to the mean comments people bade on Charlotte’s (Flair) body online. She was just so sweet and supportive I genuinely cried a little. Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this, follow for me, and as always reblogs are much appreciated. {ps, happy spooky season munsters ♡

The only reason I showed up to the party to begin with was because Liv, Bianca, and Montez were going, and I didn’t want her to go to a Halloween party by herself. So, here I am dressed as Bellatrix Lestrange on my 3rd drink sandwiched between Liv and Bianca. I’m swaying slowly with Liv when I caught Rhea’s eyes on me, I looked away, and after a moment passed I looked back just to double check whether she was actually looking at me or not.

“Uh oh, Mami got her eyes on you.” Bianca giggled as if she heard this, Rhea’s lips twitched, a hint of a smirk.

“More like daddy.” I giggled to Liv, deciding that I had enough dancing for now, I squeezed through the crowded sea of bodies, and made my way over to the makeshift bar in the kitchen. There were people, who weren’t dancing, scattered around the kitchen area. There was a platter of brownies in the shape of a ghost. I placed one on a mini plate, and nibbled a little.

“Can I get a bite?” The sudden sound of Rhea’s voice made me jump, my heart pounded against my rib cage, “sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.” She smiled feigning concern, her blacked out lips set in a pout, but when she broke out into a sly grin I rolled my eyes.

“You obviously did that on purpose.” I said coyly, Rhea had a way about her, I didn’t know a single person that hated her. At least they didn’t hate her for too long til she finessed her way back into your good graces, then you love her all over again.

Her hair was cut short down to her neck, the sides were shaved, and faded up. She had her jet black hair slicked back, putting her pretty pale colored face on full display; her eyes were an unusual blood red color, but what isn’t unusual about Rhea Ripley? She wore a long velvet black cloak around her shoulders that kissed the ground as she walked. Even her silk shirt, and trousers were black, she looked more like a floating head if anything. Of course she made sure to leave her blouse unbuttoned to show off her tattoos and toned stomach.

“Are you a vampire?” I asked, trying to guess what exactly her costume was, her eyes flashed an unrecognizable expression. She then leaned her hip against the kitchen counter. Her hand pushing my hair behind my shoulder, I let her fingers caress my skin. She was ice cold despite it being a house packed full of warm bodies, unintentionally my shoulder jerked, but she didn’t take offense. Instead she continued to travel her fingers down my exposed skin, I chewed on my bottom lip trying to keep the moan from escaping me.

“For you princess, I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” She purred low enough for me to hear, though I strongly doubted Rhea cared who watched as she groped me. I bet if she thought she could get away with it, she’d fuck me on the kitchen table.

Oh sweetie pie, you aren’t ready for that. The sound of her voice in my head caused me to freeze, my eyes were glued to her, Rhea’s eyes flickered to the rest of the party growers then back to me. I turned to see what she was seeing, I sucked in a breath, everyone in the room had froze, except the two of us.

“You’re a fucking vampire.” I said breathlessly, I wasn’t going to act dumb, I’ve read enough movies and books to know the signs. I never thought one would reveal themselves to me in real life, but here we are.

“Well! Aren’t you a smart cookie, that just makes everything much easier.” Slowly she circled around the back of me like a predator, her arms wrapping around my waist, and her head nestled in the nape of my neck. “Mmm you smell so sweet, what do you say we go somewhere more private…unless you really did want them to watch?” Her lips pressed to the shell of my ear then trailed kisses down my neck where she gently nibbled on my skin. Her touch stirring something within me I didn’t even know existed? I could feel my face heating up, sure I thought Rhea was pretty, gorgeous even, but I thought all of my girl friends were beautiful.

“You’re thinking too much babe, don’t worry about the line you’re dancing on. Just simply, step over it.” She uttered melodically.

“But I’ve never…with a—

“It really doesn’t matter, as long as the desire is there, you feel it don’t you? That sweet ache between those delicious thighs of yours, the way your nipples painfully hardened when I touched you?” She teased me, her breath fanning across my cheek, she was right but I felt slightly torn.

I parted my lips to deny, but she cut me off, “I could hear the way your heart raced when you noticed me staring, but if you insist.” She said suddenly bored, by the time she reached for a slime green colored jello shot, the party had gone back to normal without skipping a beat. Rhea began to walk away, I was dumbfounded, but quickly snapped out of it when I decided I wouldn't resist her.

“Rhea.” I called desperately, a little out of breath from the hold she had on me.

“Hm?” She barely spared me a glance. I wanted so badly for her to look at me, for those stunning, yet odd eyes to watch me.

I grabbed her by the hand, letting my fingers slide up her silk covered arm the same way hers had done mine. She seemed virtually unphased by me, but of course I wasn’t her. I didn’t have the same charisma as Rhea Bloody Ripley. “Is that what you think?” She hissed, she caught me off guard by pulling me against her, “I want you for more than the blood that runs through your veins, I wanna know what your flesh tastes like.” I knew people saw us, of course they did, mostly because of how Rhea stands out. Even in a crowd full of grown adults dressed up, everyone had their eyes on her, and now me.

I let her drag me off up the stairs to the second floor of the house. There were people up the stairs, taking up space, but for the most part they drunkenly chatted, paying Rhea and I no mind.

“Who else knows?” I asked meekly once we were alone, I was filled to the brim with questions, but tried not to spill them all out.

She chuckled, “Priest of course, and Finn. They’re the only two people I’ve confirmed it to, everyone else just suspects and makes up whatever they think sounds cool.” She rolled her eyes, she had walked me backwards towards the bed, taking her cloak off, and throwing over a bear by a desk chair. My hands moved to slide her slick black shirt off her shoulders, her skin was cold to the touch, and soft. She was covered in tattoos, the ink jet black, and fading. Those ruby eyes of her watched me intently as I pressed my lips to her skin, she sharply inhaled, “if you don’t calm down I swear.” She said through clenched teeth, I paused, my eyes flickered towards her, “your heart is pounding, and it’s taking everything in me not to drain you.” She explained, her voice impossibly quiet, her eyelids low as she looked upon me.

“Sorry.” I whispered, I took a moment to breathe, and calm down. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders losely, her arms came around my waist, and reached up to untie the strings of my corset. Our lips pressed together in a fervent kiss, her tongue pushed past my lips, and caressed me.

“Mm you taste like chocolate.” She hummed pleasantly, I could feel air properly return to my lungs as she unties the last string. She trailed wet kisses down my breast as she tugged the dress down my body. Her lips wrapped around nipple, sucking, and gently tugging on it with her perfect teeth.

I didn’t fight the whine that escaped my body this time, I stepped out the dress, then kicked it to the side, and sat on the edge of the bed in only my underwear. “Let me see that pretty pussy baby.” Rhea purred, without hesitation, and eager to please her, I leaned back on the bed. The weight of my breast caused them to slightly fall to either side, our gazes locked as we removed more layers. I didn’t even bother to take my panties all the way off, instead they hung off my leg as I parted my thighs wide enough for her to see me.

Rhea didn’t miss not one movement, from the moment I brought my index and middle finger up to my lips, to when I brought them back down to spread my labia open. She watched me hungrily, starved, and desperate. The last thing to come off her was an expensive looking pair of shoes before she knelt in front of me, but she didn’t stop me, instead trailed kisses up my thighs. My two fingers dived deep until knuckles disappeared, “fuck.” I cried, after pumping my fingers a few good times, and coating myself, I pulled all the way out.

Without me having to ask her to, Rhea sucked my fingers hungrily, her tongue sliding between the crevices to make sure she didn’t miss anything. “You taste so fucking good, hmm my god.” She hurried her face into my lower abdomen, reflexively sucked my tummy in, I couldn’t help but be aware that Rhea was in way better shape than me. Most of the women in the company where, but then there’s me, my body was—

“Soft, and delicate, like a garden flower. You may be tough as nails in the ring, but you’re still human. A gorgeous one, that doesn’t need to compare herself to anyone, do you understand?” She was gentle with her tone, but firm in her belief in my beauty, I could feel the way my face heat up. Suddenly I didn’t want her seeing me.

“Yes.” My voice came out meeker than I expected, she planted sweet kisses on my stomach once again. Unfortunately for me my lips moved before I had time to stop myself, “I haven’t…in a while, and my ex, he was bad at head.”

The last thing I expected was for her to laugh, a deep, hearty laugh. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth slacked open. I bit my lip, certain that whatever had blossomed between us was over. “If I had a dollar for every time a man couldn’t find the clit I wouldn’t need to wrestle ever again.”

I was beyond confused, “I’m sorry?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know too many men that knew how to please women without their dick, let alone their mouths. What you need… is exactly what you want. So tell me, how do you like your pussy ate?”

She was so bold, and confident. If I could feel the chagrin expression on my face, I knew she could see it just as well. “Well I…” I started off quietly, I felt so unsure all of a sudden, a moment ago I was ready to rip her clothes off.

“Do use your outside voice sweetie.” She teased, her fingers were still kneading my thighs keeping the ach between them going, like kindling a flame.

“I like to be teased a little, but I mainly like the focus here.” My fingers landed carefully over the clit, her eyes followed my hand down, and the smirk that curled onto her lips told me I wasn’t leaving this bed till we both got what we came for.

“So like this?” She replaces my fingers with her lips gingerly sucking me in before letting go with a pop sound. My back arched up off the bed, but her hand pushed me back down in place. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckled, with her thumb she drew light circles around my brownish bud, while simultaneously pushing into me with her tongue. My body nearly folded in half for her as I brought my legs back further to give her full access to me.

Her tongue swirled around from my clit, and sliding between small intricate crevices I myself hadn’t even thought of as if she was actually exploring my body. It felt so damn good I was at a loss for words, and I wasn’t sure if it was that good because it was just her or because it’s been so long for me. “Fuck, your so fucking sloppy, but I love it.” I confessed through a whimper of pleasure.

“Hmm, yeah, you like it when I eat this pretty pussy of yours? You like how your fucking juices are all over my lips and chin?” She breathed heavily, the smile on her lips looked more like a predator flashing its teeth in warning. The tips of her ears became pointed, my hand reached out to touch her, but her hand caught me. “You might not like what you see princess, you’ve never seen a vampire in their true form.” Her face hidden from me, her thumb drawing circles, keeping the heat between my thighs going.

“Show me.” My curiosity was getting the best of me.

“One thing at a time, love.” Her voice was the softest I’ve ever heard it, I almost forgot how easy it would be for her to overpower me. I didn’t have time to process much else because her lips were back on me, and this time with the internet to finish me off. Not like it would take much, I’m easy like that. Rhea’s index and middle finger delved deep inside of me, and her lips sucking with a bit more aggression. I threw my head back, an intense sensation rolling throw me in waves I couldn’t control, “that it, let it out baby, nobody is gonna hear how much of fucking needy slut you are for me.” She teased, her fingers still working on me, pumping in and out of me till I came, squirting all over her and myself.

“Oh my fucking god yes!” My thighs trembled uncontrollably, I didn’t fight it, it all felt too good to care about anything else. I could feel her hands massaging up my thighs, I wasn’t sure what she was going to do with me now, but I’d let her hit me over the head with a bat if she so wished.

“Now I want to taste you for real.” Rhea climbed on top of me, her face was so close to mine I could see the small tattoos that kissed her hairline. She straddled my hips, she only pulled away enough for me to fully see her face and the way it had transformed. She looked mature, like she had lived thousands of lives, here ruby irises appeared to be darker like blood. And when she talked, thick, sharp incisors stood out amongst her other teeth. Dark black veins rose to the surface of the skin underneath her eyes, this time when I reached my hand out she didn’t move away.

I knew she could hear the way my heart was about ready to rip from my rib cage, “you’re scared of me?” She wasn’t really sure what I was feeling, I guess it was hard to gauge my emotions when they’re all over the place.

“Yes…but I’m also excited.” I confessed honestly, the emotion in her eyes flickered too fast for me to tell what she was thinking. She took my wrist in her hand, her lips kissed directly where my pulse thumped underneath the skin. “Will this turn me into a vampire?” I asked ignorantly, there were so many variations to vampirism, one could never know what’s true or not.

“No.” She paused to chuckle, “but it will hurt as would anything biting into your flesh.” Her fingers caressed me down my arm, if she was meaning to calm me, it did work slightly. Then a thought crossed my mind, she answered me before I could get the words past my lips.

“Feeding from the neck is very intimate, and I try to maintain a healthy distance from that.” She explained, her gaze met mine as she brought my wrist to her lips where she kissed me there. “It will sting for a moment, but it’ll go away after a moment.” She murmured over my skin, she hesitated for a second, her eyes screeching for any sign of regret, or uncertainty. But I was grounded in my decision. She was right. I did hurt, the stinging feeling was on instant contact, but I tried not to overreact. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes looked ferocious as she lapped up as much of my blood as possible without having to detach herself from me.

I could feel my head getting dizzy at first, the way the room spun made me feel like I was floating, or rather I was dying? I wasn’t sure which one it was, but if it was me dying then what better way to go than in the hands of a beautiful woman. The last thing I saw before the world went black were those red eyes staring down at me…

#rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea ripley smut #original female character #rhea ripley x fem reader #wwe fanfiction #kinktober #—tokio

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hawkins-losers · 20 days ago

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yesss we want the elvira x eddie

This has been on my list since season 4 came out... Forgive me for writing it 2-3 years later (how long has it been since season 4 came out? Feels forever ago)

Happy spooky season! I miss writing for these characters

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In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.

Early in October, you decided to test the waters by making Eddie watch a movie with a character you had been thinking of dressing up as this Halloween. Witches were always your favorite, but you wanted to see his reaction first, see if he would like it.

Although you doubted this character left any men unbothered.

Your dress was a little risqué, the deep plunging neckline making the girls shine. It took a few trials and errors to get the makeup right, but you finally got it and made your way to Eddie’s house. His jaw was going to drop.

When he opened the door and saw the Mistress of the Dark standing there, he nearly choked. ‘’Jesus Christ," he breathed, the sight making blood rush south.

A smile of satisfaction bloomed on your lips. ‘’My appearance is kind of a shock to everybody.’’

Eddie quickly pulled you inside, not wishing for his perverted neighbor to use you as material to rub his cock and saggy balls. Those tits were his to stare at and touch and suck…and fuck.

‘’Are you trying to kill me looking like that?'' He lets out a low whistle as his gaze continues to roam over your figure.

You leaned in closer, letting your voice drop to a sultry purr. ‘’I thought of wearing her spider bra with the tassels, but figured that might actually kill you on the spot.’’

Eddie’s eyes darkened, and a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. ‘’The spider bra?!’’ he repeated, vividly remembering the specific scene from the movie where Elvira wears it. ‘’Fuck.’’

‘’I even practiced the twirling she does with it,’’ you added, a wicked glint in your eyes.

Eddie groaned. ‘’I’m gonna have that image in my head all night…’’ He moved closer to you and gently placed his hands on your hips as he looked down at you, a smirk on his lips as he imagined you in the spider bra. ‘’Do we have to go to Harrington’s party?’’

He would much rather stay here and have you to himself. The costume could stay on, he can work around that.

‘’Of course we do, we promised Steve we’d be there,’’ you said, taking Eddie’s hands off your body so he wouldn‘t try to convince you to stay in. ‘’And I told Robin I would help her with Vickie. I can’t let her down.’’

Eddie groaned once more. He felt like a child who got told ‘no’ after asking if they can get dessert before supper.

‘’I didn’t say we can’t find a room at Steve’s and have some…fright-night fun.’’

Your voice was laced with a suggestive promise, which made the corner of Eddie’s mouth curl in anticipation. ‘’Now, you’re talking, Mistress of the Dark,’’ he breathed, leaning in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours.

But before he could kiss you, you slipped from his grasp and took a step back. ‘’Where’s your costume? Steve said it was mandatory.’’

Eddie, still in his regular band tee shirt and jeans, held up a Michael Myers mask and pointed at a lump of blue on the couch. ‘’Here.’’

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you gave him a once-over. ‘’Your work mechanic overalls and a Michael Myers mask? That’s the lowest effort one’s ever made for a Halloween costume,’’ you scoffed, shaking your head.

A creative person like Eddie could have done so much better. A few weeks ago, he talked about being Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. He would have looked damn good as a rugged ranger, with a sword and medieval warrior attire. Maybe then you would have agreed to skip Steve’s party.

He rolled his eyes. ‘’Oh come on, it’s not that bad. Michael Myers is a classic, babe.’’

Halloween and its antagonist were a cult classic, but costume wise, it was unoriginal. There’s probably going to be at least three other Michael Myers at the party.

‘’If by classic you mean a very common and lazy costume, I agree.’’ You grabbed the overalls and pushed them at Eddie’s chest. ‘’Now, hurry and put it on. I need to get there before Robin starts to drink and the word vomit gets unstoppable.’’

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cosmicpearlz · 1 month ago

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halloween is cool

summary: jude hadn’t really thought twice about spooky season or halloween.. well until you came along.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: slightly projecting on this one because halloween/spooky szn is possibly my favorite holiday

october. the month of everything spooky and filled with autumn like colors. it's possibly your favorite month to ever exist. loving the pumpkins, the slight chill that graced the air, and the halloween decor. let's not forget that it happens to be sweater weather too.

"baby! baby! baby!" your cheery voice rang through the house. jude could almost picture the smile that resided on your face. a smile itching its way onto his, as your footsteps became closer.

"yes m'love?" you sit next to him on the couch with a bounce, beaming from ear to ear.

"it's october."

"the first of the month to be exact."

"well, aren't you excited?"

"for what?" you gasp dramatically at his question and stare at him with wide eyes. jude finds it harder to contain the smile that wanted to come out and rest on his face.

"it's spooky season."

"i know baby."

"we should be celebrating. why aren't you happy about the best time of the year?" your eyebrows furrowed and jude's heart couldn't take how cute you looked. he loved seeing you so passion and happy about something.

"never really thought twice about it," he says, while shrugging his shoulders. a moment of silence passes by the two of you. then it hit you. a grin replaces the smile that rested on your face just a few minutes ago.

"can we decorate the house?"

"whatever you want baby. we can go shopping for some stuff tomorrow after training." you excitedly squealed and jumped into his arms. the boy barely having time to catch you but still wrapping his arms around you tightly. laughter fills the living room as you pressed kisses all over his face.

over the next couple of days, you were determined to turn the house into halloween theme for the season. from pumpkins that sat in front of the door to the skeletons that hung in the living room and kitchen. little touches of orange and black and the fake spiderwebs filled the house as well. the decorations weren't over the top, but it made the house fit more in tune with october.

"we should plan a halloween party or have matching costumes! or maybe both." you wrap your arms around his was it. hugging him from the back.

"what happened to good morning? how was your sleep babe?"

"oops, sorry. good morning my love, how was your sleep?" you lean on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. jude chuckles quietly to himself, you feel the vibrations of his laughter being that you were still pressed up against his back.

"it was alright, i couldn't sleep much. so, i started cleaning the house a bit. how'd you sleep darling?" he turns around to face you. his hands now resting on your hips. fingertips lightly brushing the bare skin that peeked out from your sleep shirt. your arms find their place around his neck and give him a smile.

"wow, i can't believe you actually cleaned the house. they get so old," you say with fake sniffles to tease him. jude playfully rolls his eyes and pulls you closer to him. "i slept well though. i will say, i did miss seeing your pretty face in bed when i woke up."

"you flirt."

"only for you bellingham," you winked and press a kiss to his lips.

"we can go right back to bed if you keep acting like this," he bites his lip, gazing into your eyes. you shake your head and laugh.

"you freak."

"only for you darling."

"you didn't give me an answer to my suggestions."

"baby, wasn't decorating the house enough?"

"no."

"seriously?"

"seriously jude." he stares you down as if waiting for you to suddenly change your mind. "oh c'mon, work with me here!" you whined and pouted your bottom lip. jude groans and closes his eyes.

"i hate when you give me puppy dog eyes with that adorable pout of yours. i can never say no to you! you're cheating."

"it's not cheating love. it's called knowing how to get your boyfriend to say yes to your amazingly cool ideas." you took it a step further and batted your eyelashes. jude smile grows watching you attempt anything to get your way. you both knew that it was gonna work anyway.

"how about we compromise?"

"what are we compromising?" you lift an eyebrow in question.

"ditch the halloween party but we can do the matching-"

"deal."

"you didn't even let me finish." you both burst into laughter.

"all i heard was a yes, so consider me happy."

"i'm glad you're happy baby. all i ever want to do is make you happy. even if it means catering to your weird obsession with halloween."

"heyyy! it's not weird. halloween is cool baby. get with the program."

"yeah yeah, whatever you say m'love."

jude pulls you even closer to him. fronts pressing against each other. leaning down, he connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. preferring to take his time with the kiss rather than rushing it. it was slow and full of love. making your heartbeat just a bit faster than it normally does. the only thing that runs through the boy's head is how much he loved you and getting to spend mornings like this with you was the best feeling. little did he know, you were thinking the exact same.

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fluff

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emjiroki · 1 year ago

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Vampire Cult Leader Geto Suguru x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: sacrifice, blood drinking, hypnosis, predator/prey dynamics, death (not reader or geto), venom as an aphrodisiac, pet names with a little degradation (pet, little lamb), dubcon (it will be tagged appropriately multiple times)

A/N: Happy Halloween Ghouls and Goblins! What's more perfect to celebrate wrapping up this spooky season than with a Vampire Geto fic? I hope everyone enjoys and has a safe holiday!

Likes, comments, reblogs, and tags are appreciated and treasured

‘Why is it so cold? Where are they taking me? Why am I in only a thin sheet?’ all of these questions swarmed through your mind as whoever it was had their freezing hands around your wrists just over the leather they had used to tie them. They kept growling to “Keep moving”, your feet shuffling cautiously across the cold concrete.

You couldn't see who they were due to the cloth tied across your vision but they would shove you if you stopped moving or stumbled, sending you to the ground before dragging you back up harshly from the floor. With the adrenaline coursing through you, it felt as if your blood should be cold; not hot as it oozed from the scrapes across your knees.

A rush of air from an opening door greeted you before you were dragged forward again, forced to your knees in a kneeling position, a cold hand pushing your head down before yanking the blindfold off. You squinted even in the low light of the massive room, flickering candles in massive standing candelabras lined the room and cast dancing shadows across the stone walls; shadows that seemed to mock you.

It seemed to be a jumble of senses as you tried to figure out just where the hell you were; the temperature of the room, the smell of incense permeating the air, the rough feeling of stone beneath your knees and toes, the sensation of light cloth against your skin from a white gown like dress you had never seen before, and the massive door being the only way in or out lined with guards in black robes.

There were other captives kneeling next to you in a line, a few of them crying softly and the others with their heads down and their eyes closed, lips mumbling words you couldn't quite hear but you assumed they were a prayer. All dressed in identical gowns to yours.

You turned your head slightly to try and get a look at the people behind you, all of them in robes of various shades of red, a symbol carved into the flesh below their collarbones. The guard behind you turned your head back to face the stage again, his eyes a feral shade of orangey yellow as he bared his teeth. Fangs, not teeth, you realize, your body begins to shake. What was going on here? A sharp cry echoed through the room as a woman down the line was bashed across the back of the head with a wooden pole after seemingly trying to get up, her sobs only seemed to grow as they began poking and prodding her, laughing at her anguish and fear.

“Now now we know better than to play with our food don’t we?” a deep voice rang out from the front of the stage, one light turning on to showcase exactly who was talking. The room erupted in applause as the dark-haired man bowed, smiling as he motioned for the crowd to settle, “What is rule number three?”.

“Pain ruins the blood” the crowd answered together.

“That’s right” He commended, seemingly pleased for the moment until he turned his gaze to the two offenders who had been pushing the woman around.

With a wave of his hand, they were turned to mist, blood spraying across the ground and walls as they turned to wet atoms. Your jaw dropped, stomach twisting. What the hell was going on?

“And we have no room for anyone who can’t follow my simple rules, correct?”

“Yes Master Suguru” the crowd chanted back.

“Help us!” one man cried, his head raised to stare at the master with pleading eyes. Suguru laughed, something airy and almost gleeful.

“But I am helping you,” He replied, “Helping you reach your potential, true enlightenment”. The crowd erupted in applause again, their clapping unnerving you. He continued to speak once the group died down again, explaining their cult mission in a voice that seemed as if he was speaking directly into your brain, whispering in your ear; the words curling around your brainstem and invading your nervous system. Despite the urge to flee, the primal need to get as far away as possible screaming, you couldn’t move. Frozen to the floor watching him gliding across the stone stage, back and forth in his long robes the color of garnet stone.

“Don't you see? You are but simple nourishment, akin to cattle for the slaughter, it's your true purpose".

Fresh adrenaline flared when the icy hand of the guard standing behind you wrapped around the back of your neck, the shrill scream that left your mouth didn't sound human; feral and desperate. The strap they had used to tie your hands dug deeply into your wrists as you thrashed, managing to throw the guard off balance enough to shoulder his thigh and send him to the floor before forcing yourself to your feet. The cult was swarming now, circling like a pack of wolves waiting for their prey to make the wrong move, their unnatural eyes bright with bloodlust.

“Enough” The dark voice of their leader brought them to a halt.

Like scolded dogs, they moved away from you, the guy you had knocked to the floor staring like he wanted to break your neck. Your knees throb from kneeling as you stand on unsteady feet, suppressing every urge not to shake as their leader approaches you in his unnerving gliding stride.

“Well well, a strong one aren’t you?” He asked in a seemingly pleased tone, drawing so close to you it felt like he was enveloping you, so close that you could see the delicate gleam of hunger in his carnelian eyes. The moment you looked into his gaze it felt as if your body had frozen, like prey in a trap. His pointed nails dragged smoothly across your cheek, riddling your skin with goosebumps.

The longer his cold fingers lingered the more it felt as if he was invading your body through every nerve ending, every pulse of your blood seemed to be at his will like he was pumping your heart manually.

Your mouth felt iron-locked, eyes unable to tear away from his as one hand held your jaw, keeping you steady as he reached behind you and easily sliced through the leather, the sound of the strap falling to the floor barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears.

‘Why can’t I feel the floor? Am I… floating?’ all of these questioning thoughts ran through your mind as you focused on the feeling of what seemed like your entire body was balancing in the palm of his hand.

“See? So easily subdued, such a good pet”.

It felt as if your heart should be pounding, adrenaline and cortisol spiking through your blood as a vague primal panic tensed every muscle to flee. But it wasn’t and nothing was happening except a boneless calm. Glass water in a lake. He leaned in close, his nose grazing the line of your pulse as his dark eyes flickered closed for a moment, a deep inhale drifting his warm exhale against your flesh as the energy buzzing around you reflected the restraint he was exuding to keep his lips from your throat.

“On your knees” He murmured, his hand releasing your jaw the second your legs gave out under you as he turned away, beginning to walk back with merely a glance down at you.

“Crawl”.

Your limbs weren’t your own as you dropped to your hands, your knees throbbing as the scrapes met the floor and shuffled across it; your head up with your eyes still trained on him and watching every fluid movement of his steps. You grit your teeth against the pain of the cuts opening again but are unable to stop trailing behind him, parading yourself for his power move. But as long as you weren’t being swarmed by these bloodsuckers you’d stay on your knees all night.

He ascended the stairs silent as a ghost, no sound reached your ears other than the whimpering of the others held captive cutting the pin-drop silence. He reached the stone landing three stairs before you did, two of his henchmen struggling but quickly moving a chair in for him that should be described as a throne, all dark wood and deep obsidian velvet cushions. They bowed graciously to him before skirring away as you moved to his feet.

“Look at you, come closer”. You shuffled forward until you were between his parted thighs, his hand cold as he traced the back of his fingers against your cheek, “So warm and supple”. You felt air invade your lungs again, the fog in your brain lifting, if only momentarily, and you finally move on your own accord. You rubbed your wrists where the strap had been cutting in, your white gown pooling around your legs now. A soft, unsatisfied noise escaped him as his dark eyes followed your brief glance down to your clothing, a sharp clawing-like nail pricking just under your chin to drag you up again. The room's cool air had fresh goosebumps erupting across your skin as he raised his hands to your shoulders before pushing the gown down and off to settle at your feet. You stayed still as he observed you in your bare form, your heart hammering in nervousness, fear taking the back burner for now. It felt like he was analyzing you. Not an inch of skin or cell in your body unseen as he regarded you with a sort of… interest.

“No need to be so nervous pet,” He said, leaning back comfortably, “You’re in capable hands now”.

“Who-Who are you?” You stuttered, your voice breaking as you lifted your arms to cover yourself. The chuckle surprised you.

“I am Geto Suguru, Master of this cult of… well animals, bloodsuckers, the discarded scraps I suppose”

“Why are you doing this?”. Another almost unnerving chuckle.

"Feeding them, and myself, so we don't get too restless, tends to cause more chaos when hungry" He mused, glancing behind you once and waving his hand dismissively before training his predatory gaze back to you. "but I must say I don't think I've ever had a meal as pretty as you".

You fight the shamed redness from your cheeks, your spine chilling as a shrill scream shattered the near quiet; the ravenous sounds of the bloodsuckers descending upon those sacrificed to their feral appetites had your stomach tied in knots.

"No no, eyes on me" Geto murmured, a strange tingling behind your eyes prompting you to face forward again, to ignore the carnage behind you unsuccessfully. The sickening sounds of teeth popping flesh had your stomach churning, skin crawling, and saliva pooling against your tongue as you forced the vomit down at the images your brain was conjuring up at the sucking wet sounds. You were so focused on not throwing up that you didn’t notice the cool hand wrapping around your wrist, Geto pulling you forward until you were stumbling into his lap. He settled your knees on either side of his lap, effectively straddling him in the chair and baring everything to his wandering gaze. Your body began to shake, afraid to put your hands anywhere but clutched to your chest, every alarm bell ringing loudly but your muscles froze.

“Geto I-” You stammered past your trembling jaw, only for one of his slender fingers to press against your lips.

“Master” He corrected in a hushed tone, “you’ll address me as Master while under my care”, He leaned forward slightly to draw his nose along your throat again, “at least for now”.

“M-Master”, the name foreign to your tongue and making something stir in your guts, “I’m-”.

“Scared, I know, Your blood is practically burning” He hummed, a soft smile on his lips that revealed his fangs, “purely divine”.

It felt wrong to be aroused at the feeling of this deadly man running his hands along your sides, his claw-like nails on one hand running tantalizing lines along your ribs. The other was planted flat on the small of your back, almost encouraging you to lean closer into him.

You squeaked at the feeling of his lips meeting your collarbone, his tongue slipping against the skin, tasting you, reveling in the sound of your heart beating like a racing horse.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You asked, finally putting your hands against his shoulders to keep balanced. His dark eyes flicked up to you, flames from the surrounding candlelight dancing in those black pools.

“I truly despise repeating myself,” He said, a more stern edge to his voice as he moved his hand up to thread in your hair, arching your neck back a little to expose your throat.

“It’ll only hurt for a moment, take a deep breath”.

You could do nothing but follow his instructions, air filling your lungs for a moment before a sharp stinging pain erupted across your throat, bringing tears to your eyes as you let the breath escape in a shaky whimper, your hands shoving against his shoulders in a futile effort to move him.

His hold was unbreakable. Pinning you to his lap and barely allowing any movement. The pain radiated through your body, a flash burn that made every nerve under your skin ignite. But suddenly there was nothing. No pain. No fear. Just a blooming euphoric feeling.

Were you dying? No no that couldn’t be this. Nothing could be this.

You felt a soft chuckling growl tremor against your throat as sagged a little against Geto’s chest, the hand against your moving for his arm to encircle you and keep you steady.

“It’s the venom” He murmured into your skin, answering your silent question. It was then you noticed all other sounds past this were numbed. Muffled like someone had filled your ears with cotton. It was as if you were in a bubble, the only feeling being Geto beneath you. The feeling of his lips on your throat, his cool hands caressing your skin, the softness of his robes. Like all the nerve endings in your body were firing at once. Your hips bucked against him as he dragged his nails softly down your spine, releasing your hair to make you shiver. The stimulation of your heat had a choked moan escaping, bucking your hips involuntarily again and feeling a prominent bulge forming.

“Easy now pet” He hissed, his hands going to your hips as rocked against him again and again, the stimulation buzzing through your body like you were touching a live wire. You couldn’t help how wet you were, the stickiness of your thighs drawing a burning heat to your face. Your gasp echoed around you when Geto unlatched himself from your throat, his lips red and shining in the dim candlelight, beckoning you in to steal a sinful kiss. As if reading your mind he leaned forward, one hand softly against the back of your next pulling you to meet him halfway and taste yourself against his lips. It should have been gross, downright revolting to have your blood smearing against your lips and swallowed against your tongue, but you let him devour you. Panting with a soft moan as his tongue slid against your lower lip, his sharp canines nicking against the soft flesh and drawing fresh blood into both of your mouths.

“You want it that bad?” He questioned and you realized your hips hadn’t stopped moving, the wetness leaking against the material of his robes. With the way this dizzying need consumed your brain and body, you couldn’t say no. Wouldn’t say no. Not when you were balancing on a precipice this steep. If all you needed to do was give yourself to him, blood and body, then it was much preferable over anything that would have happened with those fiendish goons still devouring on the floor behind you. You gasped as he lifted you up slightly, hands against your hips as he shifted the front of his robes open. The groan that tumbled from his lips as you wrapped your hand around his cock sent a shiver through you, his dark eyes peering up at you through heavy lids as his sensitive head grazed across your wet heat. You tried to sink down and take him all at once but his sharp nails dug into your hips and ass the moment he breached your entrance.

“Ah ah, go slow” He instructed, squeezing your flesh and pulling you down an inch at a time, your head swimming as he stretched you so well, stuffing himself right up against the soft spot inside of you. A sharp hiss escaped you as he roughly prodded your cervix.

“It’s- too much” You whined, shifting your hips uncomfortably.

“You’ll learn to take it” He murmured, his lips grazing your chest as he panted out a heavy groan, “So tight”. Another sharp pain against the side of your breast and suddenly you were buzzing again, that euphoria leaking back into your bloodstream. You could feel him drawing your blood in against his tongue, drinking you down greedily like he was a dehydrated man receiving water, his hands beginning to guide you along his length. It felt like he was dissolving into you, your warmth gripping him and filling his stomach at the same time as you began to bounce, your clit smashing into the hair at his pelvis as moans crumbled passed your lips more freely.

“That’s right, fall apart for me,” Geto encouraged as he broke from your skin, the side of your breast slick with blood as it rolled down your stomach, his tongue tracing the line to clean up his spill. Your climax was edging embarrassingly fast, your wetness leaking out and staining the material of his robes as you panted and whimpered wantonly, completely disregarding anyone who could be watching at that moment. You could feel eyes on you, burning into your back with hunger but you ignored it, sparks popping behind your tightly closed eyes as Geto began thrusting up into your body.

“M-Master I’m-” You tried to tell him how close you were as his hand moved up to squeeze your cheeks, prompting you to open your eyes for him. Looking into his gaze had you under his spell again, like a mouse about to be consumed whole by a snake. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, a surprised hum bubbling from his chest as he pulled you in closer and began hammering against the soft sensitive spot deep inside and dragging you closer to your end.

“Cum for me” He whispered against your lips, the prick of his nails in your flesh sending you careening over the edge. Your arousal soaked your thighs and dripped from his balls to the chair as you shrieked, never having had an orgasm this intense before in your life. He chuckled darkly as he moved his thumb down to your clit, pressing in tight circles and sending you spiraling again, your hips moving without any rhythm as your second release crashed through you and further soaked his lap. You sagged against him as if boneless, your breath escaping in heavy pants and your heart thumping so loudly it sounded like it was leaking from your ears.

“Look at the mess you made, little lamb” He commented, his thumb going down to run across your folds and bring your juices to his lips, “you’ll have to do your part and clean me up with that exploring tongue of yours”.

A weak groan was all you were able to manage, not able to even move your arms. You felt so weak.

“But that will come later, need to have you in top shape to take my seed and produce my strong little spawns”.

You weakly raised your head to look at him, feeling the surprise on your face before he mentioned it.

“Don’t look so surprised little lamb, you’ve proven yourself a worthy vessel and an even worthier snack” He dipped his lips down to your ear, nipping lightly but drawing no blood as you twitched against him, “think I’ll keep you, make you my bloodsucking bride and give you true purpose, to be mine. Forever”.

#happy halloween #geto suguru #vampire geto suguru #jjk smut #geto suguru smut #tw monsterfucking #tw dubcon #tw blood #em writes ✍#em talks 👄

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cursedcupcakemaster · 1 month ago

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can I please order a Spider Cider and Poison apple pie x reader yandere reader.

sincerely 🦝 anon (if you don't mind me being called that) sent with love because your a lovey person

Happy spooky season!

Aww that's sweet and I don't mind calling you that and congratulations you're my first double Dutch poison apple pie requestor 🦝 anon

Order; double dutch poison apple pie and a glass of spider cider

Notes; I do not own twisted wonderland, Skully or the reader,Skully and Twst belong to Disney as well as the brilliant mind of Yana Toboso, reader belongs to themselves, this is just my interpretation of how this would go with the character, reader isn't neccesarily Yuu but if you want to imagine they are you're welcome to, y/n, reader is you

Warnings;yandere reader and yandere, reader and Skully Skully may or may not have killed a few people, implied death, implied minor cannibalism(?),descriptions of blood

Yandere Skully J. X yandere reader

Sickly sweet

Everyone adored your sweet shop and you just loved baking for everyone, but there was a favorite customer of yours

Skully J. Graves, the most handsome man in town at least to you anyways

His order was always the same a glass of apple cider and a slice of your pumpkin pie

Just seeing him made your heart race and brought a genuine smile to your face

You would secretly watch him enjoy the treat and just seeing the happy expression he would make on the first bite made you feel so giddy

It helped that you always had an extra special ingredient that helped you get so popular

Sadly today you weren't greeted with the usual smile of Skully, he looked positively miserable

You went over to ask Skully what was wrong and he told you about how everyone threw his invitations in the trash

He had been telling you about a wonderful party he was planning this year, even asked you to make treats for the event since no one could do it the way you could

"I'll just have to cancel it if no one will come" the skeleton like man said with gloom in his voice

An idea crossed your mind before you spoke

"Don't cancel it just yet Skully, I'll find a way to convince them"

Your words managed to calm him down before he hugged you tightly thanking you but it was time to put your plan into action

When it was time for the party you arrived with a load of guests behind you many of them smiling

Skully had gone all out with the decorations including those lovely little games that one would have for kids of guessing what was inside a jar and feeling it

Inside them were rather odd feelings

Skully was very happy with the treats you had brought, your lovely red velvet cake and a few meat pies, lollipops bright red of course you included your famous pumpkin pie Just for him

The guest all throughout never really said anything fearing it would upset you or skully

Skully raised a brow when one of the guests seemed ready to go home within a few minutes of eating your meat pie until you said you'd handle it

The guest wasn't seen for the rest of the party after

After a while you danced with skully who asked to meet in private after the party was over

When you did he smiled at you "I'll keep your secret if you keep mine " he spoke

"Oh? And which one is that Skully?" You giggled

"Your secret ingredient you made extra with it today just for me right?" He asked

"I did but don't worry if anyone says anything I'll be sure to treat them the same way I did the last one"

"Funny I found some extra"

He showed you the last people who had been rude to you in your shop that went missing months ago

Their organs were missing from their insides to their eyes, this would normally frighten anyone but certainly not someone who was used to cooking with those parts

This made you smile because it meant there was someone as crazy about you as you were them and now you had a little baking partner who would throw the best parties every year on Halloween

All with a secret ingredient along with love

#disney twisted wonderland #skully j graves #skully x reader #Yandere x yandere #yandere skully j graves

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eliza-and-her-monsters · 11 days ago

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Baby, It’s Halloween

Julien Baker x Reader

Description: Four gay friends and a remote cabin in the woods, one of which absolutely does not do haunted things. What could go wrong? Sometimes a fraidy cat just needs a brave and strong masc lesbian to protect them.

Contains: PG-13, scared x comfort trope, julien x femme reader, taller julien, mentions of halloween, scary stories, and general spookiness, fluff, laughs and giggles slight mentions of smut if you squint.

WC: Around 2.5K

It was probably a serial killers wet dream as the group of us 20-somethings sat around the blazing fire lighting up the backyard of Phoebe’s family’s cabin. Whenever Julien first asked me, or more so begged me to join them on their annual Halloween weekend I should’ve been more inclined to join than I was. We had been together for over a year, the first one I had notoriously bypassed much to her dismay on some excuse that I didn’t want to get in the way of her friend time. I couldn’t get away with it a second year in a row though, not if I wanted to stay in her friend’s good graces and it should’ve practically been a right of passage to any newbie of the friend group. But if I was being honest, during Halloween the thing always kind of gave me the creeps.

“I’m just saying, this year was a total bust. I didn’t see a single sexy Harley Quinn! Can you believe that? That’s the best part of this season!” Phoebe lamented from her spot on the other side of the fire, shoving a singular marshmallow in her mouth with remnants of her fake vampire blood still decorating her mouth.

“I thought just last year you were begging people not to dress up as Harley Quinn.” Lucy added with a roll of her eyes.

“Babe, do you want any marshmallow with your fire?” I heard the familiar and comforting voice of my girlfriend speak from next to me, wrapping a firm around mine to pull the now charred dessert from the fire and putting the flames out with a strong gust of air.

“See a spirit in the trees and get distraced, y/n?” Phoebe teased with a raised eyebrow as my own started to narrow.

“No, and if I did I’m sure they wouldn’t waste their time hanging out with a bunch of 20-somethings pretending to be teenagers.” I spoke with a roll of my eyes while smushing the marshmallow in between the chocolate and graham crackers.

“On the contrary actually!” Phoebe voiced in amusement as she sat forward on her knees. “I always feel like the spirits get a little bit… active- every time we come down here for the weekend. Especially during the great All Hallow’s Eve.”

“You know that isn’t true, you’re just trying to scare me.” I stated in what was, in my opinion, in an incredibly piss poor attempt at sounding brave when in reality I was practically squirming on the chair.

“Wanna hear the story and then you can put in your two cents?” Phoebe stated with a little smirk forming on her blood painted lips.

“No… she doesn’t! And that’s enough, Phoebe, you promised me you were gonna behave this weekend and you weren’t gonna try and freak her out.” Julien glared across the fire at her unphased friend.

“I’m not trying to freak her out, Julien, I’m simply implying we liven things up a little bit.” Phoebe spoke with an innocent shrug of her shoulders. “What do you think?” She grinned, flicking on a hidden flashlight that made me jump as she held it underneath her chin. “Care for a scare?”

“If it makes you stop acting like an old man scaring children away from his old house then sure.” Lucy grumbled a bit to herself as she stole a look towards Julien. “You?”

“Heck no, your stories are ridiculous.” Julien protested with a roll of eyes. “And if you give my girlfriend nightmares I’m not gonna be happy about it either.”

“Awww… c’mon doggy, don’t be like that.” Phoebe replied, sticking her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout before shooting a smirk my way. “Well y/n, looks like you’re the deal breaker.”

On one hand, I was definitely not down for anymore scary stories… especially ones that could’ve been real. Surrounded by a bunch of other 20-somethings in a stupidly old cabin in the middle of the woods. It already seemed like the plot of a bad horror movie. The key word was bad though, bad movies were rarely actually scary. Maybe I could handle this. No, no I could handle this. There was no maybe about it.

“Why not?” I shrugged with a proud flick of my hair. “How bad could one be?”

“Well, our tale doesn’t end very well for a lot of the past residents this cabin has had.” Phoebe carried on in the same theatrical voice she had maintained before. “You see these woods used to be really popular with hunters, even so they always made sure to never let their hunting days drag on to nights due to, well, it’s not exactly safe to be wandering around the woods at night? Even so though… one of their daughters had a boyfriend, a boyfriend that this family just couldn’t stand, you know? So they did what any reasonable parents would do, and banned her from seeing him.”

“That isn’t reasonable at all.” Julien huffed with a roll of her eyes.

“I think that’s the point, Julien.” Lucy remarked with a lifted brow.

“Well, reasonable or not… whenever you’re young and in love you tend to make really stupid and rebellious decisions, don’t you? Plus, living out here in the middle of nowhere it was just too easy to sneak around. Now the parents, they trusted their daughter, all around she was a good kid, straight a student, class president, the whole nine yards. So they thought there’s no way she would actually be caught sneaking around in the middle of the night with some good for nothing boy, right?”

Lucy and Julien both snorted at the revelation, and I had to fight not to roll my eyes. Though as Phoebe went on I could already feel my stomach churning, “Now remember, this family has a lot of active hunters right? So they have guns, guns they aren’t afraid to use in case a threat is by any chance suspected. So, one night, during one of their secret meetings they weren’t being as careful as usual, people claimed they were allegedly planning on running off together, skipping town so they could be together and get married and live their lives and all of that bullshit. Her dad though, he was hearing something creeping around at night, so suspecting the worst or maybe even a stray animal or something he takes his gun from inside and sneaks outside to investigate. Mistaking the couple for a bandit though, he fires, thinking that he’s simply protecting his family, not knowing exactly who his victims truly were until he had already sealed their fate.”

“Bullshit Phoebe! There’s no way that happened!” Lucy scoffed with yet another roll of her eyes.

“I don’t know, it does seem somewhat realistic.” I muttered to myself, wringing my anxious hands in my lap.

“Don’t let her freak you out with all of these ridiculous stories. It’s all they are. Stories to make sure you behave.” Julien shook her head, a soft hand lingering on my shoulder as she stood up to her feet.

“It definitely was told to us to make sure we behaved alright. I do think it holds its weight though. It certainly kept me from sneaking around those woods at night.” Phoebe went on, her smirk still remaining on her lips almost proudly. “Don’t even get me started about the ones they told me about the screaming banshee and-“

“Okay, I think I’m ready for bed.” I quickly interrupted with a nervous lap and springing to my feet with way too much enthusiasm.

“Okay, as scary as it was that story was about real people. Situations that everyone has control over! It’s not like anyone of us are gonna sneak out at night and start shooting at each other.” Lucy brushed off next, sitting forward almost as if anticipating another addition to the story. One Phoebe had no problems with granting.

“Well, if you wouldn’t have so rudely interrupted then I could’ve told you about their ghosts. Terribly tragic things, a wailing teenager searching for her lost love, a guilty and crying old man-“

“Ghosts are not real.” Julien remarked firmly, her arm sliding even further around my shoulders as she brought me in closer.

“Weren’t you the one who literally told me you heard wailing in the woods last year?” Phoebe brought up, flashlight zooming over the both of us causing me to wince at the bright light.

“Probably because I assumed it was an animal or something. Not because I assumed ghosts were actually real! C’mon, get real, Phoebe.” Julien groaned which only earned an eye roll from Phoebe’s end, swiping the shining flashlight over the lot of us.

“Touchy touchy.” She drawled on.

I seemed to tune the stupid argument between the two out, my eyes getting heavy as I curled my hands up into the fabric of Julien’s peasant top. Dressed as a gender bent Eric from the Little Mermaid, meanwhile the corset of my Ariel dress was starting to get uncomfortable. All of those thoughts flew out of my head however the moment I saw a shadow catch on the ground just underneath the glow of the flashlight. A yelp sounded from my tone before I could even stop myself, clinging to Julien like a damsel as all three of them seemed to jolt to attention.

“What the fuck? What did you see?”

“Told you!” Lucy and Phoebe both uttered the drastically different statements at once. Julien’s soft voice speaking from above me as she gently brushed her fingers underneath my chin while I shivered underneath her arm.

“Baby? What happened? Talk to me, are you okay?” She whispered, my trembling hands forming into fists against her chest as I gazed up at her.

“I just… thought I saw a shadow or something over there but- I don’t know.” I let out a long sigh as I felt her hands gently cupping my cheeks.

“You probably just freaked yourself out by Phoebe’s dumbass ghost tales.” Julien rolled her eyes, all annoyance directly aimed at her friend however as she slid an arm around my shoulders. “C’mon, let’s just go get some sleep.”

“Ugh, you guys are seriously no fun. Domestic life has ruined you.”

“Please, domestic life has hardly ruined me. You need to put that fire out anyways or do you want daddy to do it.” I couldn’t help but snicker at Julien’s words as she whipped around once more to face the other two.

“This daddy can do it just fine on her own, thank you very much.” Phoebe scoffed before shoving herself up to her feet.

“Just making sure.” She voiced with a shrug before leading me off towards the entrance. All the while unable to pull my own eyes from the sprawling woods that only seemed to grow darker by the second.

“So… do you really think there’s any validity to that story Phoebe told? Like, do you think it’s real?” I wondered from the bathroom as I worked a cleansing balm into my face, wet eyeliner streaking down my eyes as if I had had a bad night.

“It’s possible… I mean it’s not that far-fetched of a story.” Julien spoke from her spot on the bed as she scrolled absentmindedly through her phone. “Do I think any vengeful spirits are roaming the grounds though? Hardly.”

“You know I try to be a skeptic.” I let out a little sigh as I finished wiping my face with a towel, decorating the fabric in various shades of eye makeup and red lipstick. The sight almost looking mildly gory as I tossed it aside and shuffled back into the bedroom.

“I mean, we could always blame the ghosts… if you’re into that sort of thing.” A squeal sounded from my lips as I felt myself being pulled onto the queen-sized bed, unable to stop the giggles from releasing as I watched her body crawl on top of mine.

“You know we don’t sound like ghosts, and no offense but your moans aren’t nearly as noticeable as mine.” I smirked a bit to myself as I slid my arms around her shoulders regardless. Not exactly a no, but a large maybe as I planted my lips firmly on hers.

“Hmmm…” she hummed against my lips, the vibrations nearly driving me insane as she whispered into my mouth. “Maybe I should stay on top then.”

“Christ, Julien.” I cursed, feeling her hands sliding so perfectly around my waist, lifting me until I was nearly pressed against her completely. Her lips were soft and inviting, a faint sense of nicotine on her breath but not enough to make it unbearable. She was a great distraction from the general spookiness. Though just before I could let my legs slide open just the slightest bit more the sound of something being more or less shoved to the floor caused my breathing to halt in my lungs and my hands to ball up against Julien’s chest with a gasp. “The hell?”

“Did you… sit something close to the edge on the counter by any chance?” Julien wondered with crinkled together eyebrows as her head turned towards the direction of the sound. A plethora of skincare products now rolling around haphazardly on the bathroom floor.

“No way, everything was pushed up against the window whenever I finished up.” I stated, suddenly drawing a bit closer towards the bed frame. “Julien, exactly how much do you not believe in ghosts?” I added, catching a bottom lip in between my teeth as I watched her make her way towards the bathroom.

“Suddenly… up for debate.” She answered, another stream of curse words falling from lips as I dropped my head into my hands. “Relax, clearly whoever this ghost is is just really passionate about you completing your skincare routine.”

“Not funny.” I glared, crossing my arms firmly across my chest as Julien only snickered a bit to herself as she proceeded to place the remainder of the products back onto the counter.

“Hey, listen.” She began, making her way back into the room to crawl into bed. “You really think I’m gonna let some ghost fuck with my girl?” She voiced just as she caught my chin in her hands, a soft flutter springing up in my heart every time she did so.

“I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts?” I teased just before sliding back underneath the covers, finally feeling the tenseness in my muscles relaxing as she pulled me in. Strong arms enveloping around me until the only thing I could think about was how safe they made me feel.

“Ghost or no ghost,” A small smile stretched on her lips just before I could feel the most tender kiss being placed upon my own. “I’ve still got you.”

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poetryandfluffycats · 27 days ago

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Monster ! - Kinktober

A/N: happy spooky season I finished this way quicker than expected so y'all can have it now

Pairing: Vampire Lord!Rei Sakuma x fem!servant!reader

Content: You, a maid in the Sakuma mansion, have been placed on direct service to the heir to the throne himself. On the night of Halloween, he calls you to his chambers.

Warnings: VERY SUGGESTIVE, servant and master dynamic, petnames(my dear, darling), biting, lots of blood mentions

Words: 2.0k

Story under cut!

Nighttime dawned over the Sakuma mansion. Fellow servants went to their quarters, the children were put to bed, and the house fell silent-save for the occasional howl of the wind outside. All was quiet in the house of the vampires.

Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe. Your bare feet padded gently across the wooden floors, the red, velvety carpet of the stairs providing a nice cushioning and also protecting you from any splinters that peeked out from the old planks. This family and house had been around for centuries upon centuries, going almost as far back as the Tudor period, more so a castle than a home, and the Sakumas were the closest thing to royalty you'd ever encountered. When taking up your role as a maid, you'd been lucky to have been employed by such a generous and prestigious family.

Even luckier to be placed on direct service for the heir to the throne, Count Rei Sakuma.

Jet black hair, pearly white fangs, thin legs and a broad chest all hidden beneath layers of lace and frills, the eldest son who was yet to marry had every woman in the village wrapped around his finger, including you. He called, you came running. He wanted a glass of blood, you'd gladly offer up your own veins served in the fanciest glass in the house. He wanted a warm body beside him, you would jump into his arms no questions asked, no answers needed. Those were the simple facts of the life you lived, a life you'd be living till you dropped.

The lights of the castle were dimmed, reducing the usual glow of the hallways to a dull flicker. Only a few candles were lit at night time, usually outside the children's rooms to keep their minds at ease. You passed by the redwood grandfather clock outside the door to the library, the one that ticked silently throughout the nighttime. 3AM, the witching hour, when spirits arose and ghouls lurked outside the Sakuma doors.

It was only a rumour, but some elders of the house would whisper about how on the 31st night of the 10th month at the 3rd hour, the line between beast and human blurred, and the monsters you worked alongside would be at their deadliest.

Silly tales for young children was what you always regarded those stories as. You weren't scared of vampires or ghosts, working in the vampire kingdom would do that to you. Rei wasn't a monster, he was just a man who needed blood to survive.

"Count Sakuma? I come baring your evening drink, sir" You spoke softly through the door, knocking your fist against it three times and waiting for the response. In your hand, a glass of deep crimson, with two teaspoons of honey mixed in just as your lord liked it. "May I enter?"

There was silence from the other side of the door for a few seconds, but very quickly came the sound of rustling sheets and light groaning from the man inside. "Come in, my dear"

Darkness swallowed up the room as you entered. Rei sat still as a statue in his coffin, his body and modesty protected by a thin blanket that had pooled around his thighs when he sat up right. You had to strain your eyes to make out his figure properly, but those ruby eyes of his never failed to shine. At times you swore they were lighting up the room all by themselves, and during those times you had to mentally slap yourself for thinking such things.

Rei wasn't a monster, he was far too elegant for that. In his silk nightgown with newly washed hair falling around his shoulders and his pale skin glistening under the cracks of the moonlight through the curtain.

He was beautiful.

"Here you are, sir. I apologise if I woke you" You bowed slightly as you handed him the glass. He took it eagerly, his well-manicured fingers brushing gently against your own sending a wave of anxiety down your spine and all the way into your stomach.

Rei shrugged, pressing the glass to his lips and taking a long sip, "No bother, I shall not berate you for doing your job. Besides, I would hate to fall into slumber before getting to see my favourite servant"

You were no stranger to compliments from the Count, he did it to every woman in the building. For yourself, some of his favourite nicknames included 'darling', 'honey' and the most recent addition to the list 'my dear'.

He was a true flatterer, the ladies all ate it up like a five course meal. You could never quite fight off the urge to drop to your knees and beg him for more each time those sweet words of praise left his glossy lips. You were aware of how inappropriate that would be, and Rei was already on his fathers watch list regarding this flirtatious nature towards the staff, but a girl could dream.

Bowing once again, you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Although vampires were know for their keen night vision and had the ability to sense emotions through the sound of the blood running through your veins, Rei always seemed to turn a blind eye to your embarrassing acts, acting as if he didn't even notice when your heart rate arose and your face turned a pretty shade of red-just like the liquid in his glass.

"Your compliments are greatly appreciated, my lord, but I'm not quite sure what you mean. I'm only a maid, a novice one at that. Surely I don't deserve such words" Your eyes stayed glued to the floor. It was carpeted with the finest wool money could buy, dyed the same burgundy as his eyes.

Rei tutted, waving a finger dismissively at you, "Nonsense, nonsense. Why would I call you down here if you weren't the greatest? Any kitchen hand could have easily made my drink and brought it to me, but you are the only one who makes it exactly to my taste. You are no mere maid to me"

He set the now half-empty glass down on his bedside table, shifting his legs and sitting criss-cross to make room for you in the coffin. His legs were long and his knees pressed up tightly against the walls of the small box.

"Come now, sit. Don't you think this is a wonderful night to enjoy conversation with your master?" Rei flashed a smile, his fangs peeking out from his gums. The sight sent a wave of warmth through your body, the same feeling you got when he grazed your hand with his own. "Unless, you prefer not to...?"

"No!" You accidentally yelped out, way louder than you had intended too. Clasping a hand over your mouth, you cleared your throat and lowered your tone. Get it together (name)! "Ah, I mean- no, I would love to stay"

A grin spread over the mans face, and you swore you could see his eyes twinkle just a tiny bit, "Thats a good girl"

Your hands were trembling when you climbed into the coffin beside Rei. Not out of fear per say, more so out of anticipation. You tired to ignore the hidden intent behind Reis eyes as he stared into yours, watching with too much interest as you tucked the skirt of your night dress under your legs. The orbs scanned up and down your figure like a hawk.

The air around you felt thicker in the small space. You weren't claustrophobic in any way, but in his moment you couldn't help but feel as if the world was closing in on you, leaving only you and Rei and the thumping of your heart against your rib cage. He was close, closer than he had ever been.

A shaky breath left your throat when he leaned in, his mouth just inches away from your own. The blood he just drank was still fresh on his breath, a strong stench of cooper and just the slightest hint of sweetness from the honey mixed in.

"Have I ever told you how much I love Halloween?" Rei hummed, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. His thumb rubbed up and down on the flushed skin, his other hand being carefully placed on the nape of your neck. "Its the only night a year I may act freely on my urges, when my kind is worshipped by yours as they should be"

"Yes.... Count Sakuma, I'm failing to understand-"

"Call me Rei" He interrupted. "I have a name, I'd like for my darling to use it"

His lips were dangerously close to your neck now, leaving teasing licks all over the sensitive area. Your head was screaming at you to do something, anything! But was that something to throw him off, or to rip his clothes off? To scream and run, or to moan and beg? It was like a magnetic pull between your heart and your head were battling each other but they were both on the losing end.

All the confusion and convictions in your head came to a halt when Rei finally lost his patience and sunk his teeth deep into your flesh.

"Ah! Rei! Fuck!"

The pain was immediate and felt like a thousand needles filled with acid had been injected into your skin all at once. A burning sensation that you couldn't tell if you liked or absolutely despised. His tongue lapped up the blood that trickled out of the wound and he let out a chesty moan, the vibrations on your skin heading straight down to your core. With your eyes screwed shut and both pleasure and pain rushing through your body like the current of a raging river, the tears started to fall.

It was too much, so much. You'd never felt something so overwhelming in your entire life. Reis hand that previously sat on your cheek moved to your waist as he continued to suck, griping your skin tight and using all of his strength to pull you into his lap, pushing you downwards onto his crotch.

The sounds that left his mouth were borderline obscene, erotic, horrifying. An untamed beast had been unleashed from the depths of his soul and was feeding on you, it was a demon who only longed for the taste of a young ladies blood and the feeling of her flesh ripping apart in his mouth. This being, whatever it was, had no morals whatsoever.

You were basically a lifeless blob by the time he pulled away, gasping and pleading with noises that didn't make much sense. "Please... no more, I'm gonna pass out"

The vampire grinned, his fangs stained red and his lips swollen from excessive sucking. Blood ran down his chin and he licked it up with a pleasant hum, eyes rolling straight into the back of his skull. He was clearly in a state of pure bliss. "Good grief, it appears I've gone to far. You'll have to forgive me, its been awhile since I've indulged in feeding from the source itself"

Nodding, you pulled up one of your stiff arms to rub the wound on your neck. It stung, and two small holes remained from the bite and would probably stay there for the rest of your life.

"Are you alright? I will not hold you back if you wish to retire your position in the household, it is not my intention to make you uncomfortable" Reis voice had a hint of sadness to it, and his eyes glossed over with a certain tiredness you couldn't quite place. Had he been through this before?

You shook your head, trying to ignore the aching headache that came with it. "No! My lord-I mean Rei! This was the most intense pleasure I've ever experienced! I will not be leaving you anytime soon"

Rei grinned, a content smile that lit up your heart. You couldn't help but grin back like an idiot, and despite the fact that you were in no shape or form to move your body seemed to move on its own to press your lips against his.

"Then, I trust you will be returning to my chambers tomorrow evening?"

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e-dubbc11 · 2 months ago

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🎃 Happy Birthday Month 500 Follower Celebration! 👻

For The Carrying On Series…

“recording and fondly laughing at the other as they trigger all the Halloween displays in the stores”

(I imagine the video being for reader & Sam 😂)

Thank you so much my darling friend! Thank you for all of your asks, thank you for your friendship and kind words. It all means so much to me ♥️

I loved this ask and I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it! 😘

That Was Scary!

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader, supporting character Sam Winchester

Warnings: couple of swear words, PG-13 smexy time, smooches, alludes to sex, fluff and fun

Word Count: 2.1K-ish (I really am trying to keep these shorter but I can’t)

Summary: Part of the Carrying On Series. I’ll leave it linked HERE. It’s that spooky time of year again and Charlie is excited to go look for his costume and check out everything at the Halloween store. Uncle Sam is in town again and you’re devising a plan to try and scare Dean.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The vibrant reds and yellows of the fall foliage contrast against the deep green pine forests and the snow capped mountain landscapes.

The autumn scenery around your new Colorado home was a beautiful sight to behold. The early evening sunsets painted the entire sky with shades of purple, pink, and orange. They were absolutely breathtaking.

Dean and Charlie were used to it. It was all Charlie had ever known and Dean had lived there for a long time now but you weren’t sure you would ever get used to this view. Being able to walk out onto your back deck, look straight out and see the tops of the Rocky Mountains covered in snow, the sun warming the sky, and the fluffy clouds above them was a luxury you never wanted to take for granted. Not everyone had the privilege of seeing something like this.

You could feel him sneaking up behind you. His eyes raked over you as you observed the clouds move over the mountains and he gazed at you fondly as you let the last bit of sun warm your face before it disappeared behind the mountains until tomorrow.

Your lips curled into a wide smile as you stated, “It’s beautiful isn’t it, Dean.”

“Yes it is, sweetheart.” He replied.

You looked over your shoulder at him and biting down on your lower lip, you shyly said, “Baby, you’re not even looking at the view.”

“Oh my view is very beautiful.” Said Dean.

Keeping his eyes locked on you, he slowly climbed the deck stairs, walked over to you and pulled you in close by the waist so your back was flush with his chest. As you closed your eyes, you felt his full lips kiss your temple and his strong arms squeeze your body like he never wanted to let you go.

The crisp mountain air cooled your cheeks as the two of you enjoyed the silence and his body heat kept you from getting too cold.

“I hate to ruin such a perfect moment, buuuuut…” Dean started to say.

As you turned around to face him, you snaked your arms around his neck so you were looking up into his green eyes that matched the patches of grass that were still clinging to life.

“Charlie wants to go now, doesn’t he.” You said.

Dean closed the gap between your bodies and right before he kissed you, he replied, “Well, he can wait one more minute because I haven’t kissed you properly yet today. He’s been buggin’ me about goin’ all day.”

“Spooky season,” as Charlie called it, had arrived and he had been bothering Dean for the past week about going to check out everything at the Halloween store and picking out his costume.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, sweetheart.” Said Dean with a slight growl in his voice.

Between work, Sam visiting, and Charlie back in school, getting alone time with each other has been tough the past few weeks. By the time you both were finished with work, dinner, and helping Charlie with his homework, most nights you were too tired to do anything. You would end up falling asleep watching a movie or falling asleep in bed before Dean could come over.

“What are you talkin’ about, baby? I see you every day. Stop exaggerating.” You said, gently brushing his beard with your thumb.

“You know what I mean, y/n.” He said in a frustrated tone.

You did know what he meant but you were just trying to make him feel better. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, life had become just a little bit busier, and both of you were trying to adjust to your new schedules.

“I know, handsome. I know what you meant, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little. We’re still trying to get used to everything, that’s all. We’ll figure it out, ok? Ok?” You said.

His eyes were focused on the ground and he was pouting slightly. He looked so adorable doing it though, nodding his head.

Dean cupped your cheeks as his lips collided with yours. Caging you in against the deck railing, he firmly pressed his body against yours, parted your lips with his tongue and wanted desperately for it to twist and knot with yours.

A smirk played across his lips as a strangled moan escaped your mouth, his hardening length pressed against your core, and he was leaving little love bites down the side of your neck.

Just as he reached for the top button of your jeans, you heard Charlie call out to him from his front yard.

“DAD!!! Can we go now?!!!” Shouted Charlie.

Dean grumbled under his breath, “Son of a bitch…” Then yelled back, “IN A MINUTE, CHARLIE!!”

And then you heard Sam’s voice.

“YEAH! COME ON DAD! LET’S GO!” Sam shouted, sarcastically.

You bit down on your thumb to try and keep from laughing but it was hard not to. Pulling him by the shirt, you said with a chuckle, “Come on, Dad. The kids wanna go play.”

“I’ll kill them both, I swear.” Growled Dean.

You kissed him on the cheek and said with a sly smile, “Maybe we can play with each other later, stud. Let’s go!”

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Charlie practically jumped out of the Impala while it was still moving so he could go inside and look around before anyone else could. When Dean and Sam were young, they never really experienced any holidays and when Dean became a father, he wanted to give Charlie as normal a childhood as he possibly could so he and his wife started doing all of it…Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas…it gave him a reason to do all of the things he missed out on when he was a child.

“Look at this one, Dad!!!” Exclaimed Charlie.

He pointed to a trio of skeletons playing instruments. The description said that you could set up music through Bluetooth and it will look like the skeletons are singing and playing along to the music playing.

“That’s a lot of money, Charlie but it is pretty awesome.” Said Dean.

Dean didn’t know but you and Sam had a text conversation on the way, discussing how the two of you were going to try and scare Dean with some of the motion sensor Halloween displays.

You had a feeling Sam and Dean had plans of their own to try and scare you and Charlie too. Basically, there were a lot of clandestine plans being made around you and it kept you on guard while walking around the store.

Row after row of scary masks were mounted on the walls and they had what looked like every costume you could possibly want. Accessories like fake swords and guns were in baskets at the end of the aisles while makeup, fake teeth and wigs were in another aisle.

You never really experienced many holidays as a kid either being on the road with your father so you were really enjoying looking at everything in the Halloween shop.

The animatronics section was pretty incredible and Dean knew exactly which ones to turn on to try and scare you…the spiders. The first one was black with black and red striped legs and glowing red eyes. You nearly climbed up the wall when it jumped out in front of you and as you lurched forward, it tripped the motion sensor for the large fuzzy gray spider next to it.

While trying to control his laughter, Dean said, “You should have seen your face! Actually, you can see your face, I got it all on video!”

“Very funny, baby.” You replied with narrowed eyes, pressing your lips into a straight line, and folding your arms protectively across your chest.

“Oh it was very funny.” Said Dean.

You hadn’t decided how but you were going to get him back.

Charlie managed to find probably the scariest clown mask on earth to scare Sam. He patiently waited behind one of the other clown animatronics and just as Sam was about to walk past him, he jumped out and gave his uncle a good jump scare. All of the color drained out of Sam’s face leaving him white as a ghost.

“I got you good Uncle Sam!” Charlie said with a wide smile across his face.

Stuttering slightly over his words, Sam replied, “Y-yes y-you did, buddy. Why don’t we go put that mask away ok? Far, far away. Ya know what, let’s just buy it so I can burn it…that thing is…terrifying.”

Of course Dean recorded that one too. It was tough to scare him because he wasn’t scared of much but you had an idea that you texted to Sam and you needed a distraction so you could buy what you needed without Dean noticing.

You told Dean you would buy Charlie’s costume for him which was a perfect cover for what you needed to buy to get Dean back for scaring you with those spiders.

“Alright…we ready to go?” Dean asked.

The three of you nodded and then headed for home.

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“We tried to scare you, Dad! Nothing worked.” Said Charlie during dinner.

Dean replied, “It’s ok, buddy. I’m just not easily scared. You three on the other hand…I think Sammy is gonna have nightmares about that clown mask. And don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll check under the bed for giant spiders.”

Dean’s lips curled up into a devilish smile.

While Charlie was getting ready for bed, you gave Sam a quick nod, silently communicating to him that it was time to get Dean back for scaring you. Charlie was in his bedroom getting ready to do his part to try and scare his father.

With a confused look on his face, Dean looked over at you and Sam and asked, “Did Charlie go to bed?”

You glanced down the hallway toward Charlie’s room and the door was closed.

“He must have; the door is closed.” You replied with raised eyebrows.

Dean walked down the hallway and opened the door to Charlie’s room. It was completely dark inside and when he flicked on the light he saw a figure sitting on Charlie’s bed in a doll mask; Dean yelled “AHHHH!” and stumbled backwards into you and Sam also wearing creepy doll masks, making him jump even higher off of the ground.

You recorded his reaction to Charlie on your phone while Charlie recorded Dean’s reaction to you and Sam on Sam’s phone. The perfect revenge.

You managed to pull it off when he least expected it and as you tried to control your laughter, Dean stormed out of the room with a sour look on his face.

“Ok, ok ya got me!” Scoffed Dean, throwing his hands in the air.

After hi-fives all around, you chased after him.

“Where ya goin’, baby?” You asked with a wide smile.

“You got me with the one thing that freaks me out…I hate dolls.” He said, pacing back and forth with his hands on his hips. “Is that why you offered to buy Charlie’s costume?”

“Well I needed a way to be able to buy those doll masks without you noticing.” You said. “But I also really want to buy Charlie’s costume for him. I never got to participate in Halloween when I was young so it was nice to see the excitement in his face. Tonight was really fun for me, Dean.”

He pulled you in close, your chest flush with his, and he kissed you on the forehead as you melted into his embrace.

“Even though I scared you with spiders?” Asked Dean.

A wide smile stretched across your lips as you hummed into his chest, “Hmmmm, even though you scared me with spiders.”

“I love you.” He said softly. “Charlie loves his costume. You heard him earlier. He won’t stop talking about it.”

As you snaked your arms around his neck, you pulled his face toward yours until his lips met yours. Dean growled against your mouth as he parted your lips with his tongue and held you in a firm embrace.

Your fingers were spread wide as to let his soft brown hair glide in between them while his large hands roamed all over your body before resting them firmly on your hips.

Whispering against his mouth, you replied, “I’m so happy he does and I love you too, Dean.” You paused briefly, enjoying the feeling of his hands dancing up and down your back before saying, “Ya know…I got something else from the Halloween store that I thought you’d might like.”

A sly smile stretched across your lips as Dean walked over to the table where the bag was. He looked inside and saw the sexy nurse costume, then yelled out to Sam, “Sammy! Will you watch Charlie for a little while, I gotta go…take care of somethin’.”

Sam stuck his head out of Charlie’s room, “Dean, I have some research to do for a case. I need some time to—“

But Dean interrupted him, “Ok thanks, dude. I’ll be back later. Byeeeeee!” Said Dean, quickly ushering you out of the front door. “Go, go, go sweetheart.”

Sam shouted down the hallway as the front door slammed shut.

“DEAN!!!”

Too late, the two of you were already halfway across the yard, headed toward your house and tonight he was going to show you what an adult Halloween was all about.

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