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megamindsecretlair · 13 days ago

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Dance in the Dark

Pairing: Ghostface!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, Dom!Terry, mean Terry, SMUT, PWP, PIV, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), knife kink, hair pulling, praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: One drunken night, you giggle with your friends as you dared each other to sign up for a fetish dating website that matched your kinks with others. The site took its reputation seriously so you knew that the man on the other side of the screen was real. And he really was that gorgeous. Terry acknowledges that it's time to meet and he makes sure this Halloween is unforgettable.

Word Count: 6,350k

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A/N: WHEW. I'll see myself out on this one. Chilleeee. I need to hose myself down. Enjoy and Happy Halloween, my loves. Taking a much needed break after this one! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

📥 New Message

You continued to swing back and forth on your gamer chair, grabbing your phone and immediately swiping on the message.

TJ: I look forward to tonight.

You shrieked and bit your nail, pulling your legs in towards you as far as they would go. When that grew uncomfortable, you lifted your sock-clad feet to the edge. It dug into your arch but your mind was only focused on one Mr. Terry Richmond.

It shouldn’t have thrilled you so much to receive a message from him. It had started out as a simple dare with your friends, each of you making a profile on a fetish connection website and laughing at all the desperate men.

You never expected to actually run across someone who looked like him. You thought he was fake or a bot. You thought AI had crept its way into the dating scene, preying on unsuspecting lonely people. The checkmark next to his name let you know that he was, in fact, very much real.

The website took its privacy and its reputation very seriously, vetting all members that signed up. You included. Anyone could message first, the app offering potential matches based on answers to the questionnaire on start up.

You and your friends had giggled, deliriously drunk while you answered the questions. Some you kept to yourself. Not because you were embarrassed, but because you were kind of taking it seriously. You wanted to see what was out there for someone like you, someone who desperately wanted to hand over control to someone capable of leading.

You: Me too.

TJ: Did the box arrive?

You sucked in a rush of air since you forgot to breathe. Over the course of the past few weeks, you shared many messages with Terry. Told each other everything really. You always managed to skirt around talking about the obvious. That you were on a fetish dating website and looking for someone to take control.

You discussed books you’ve read or music you listened to. No matter how silly your tastes, Terry wanted to hear it all. You always felt heard with him. Understood by him. And it made your crush sink further in your chest and take root. Blossom into a full on obsession with his pictures.

He was a private man, evident by his profile that you visited at least ten times a day. Eleven if you had enough time to stroke yourself to his pictures. He didn’t have many, but he had a few of him in the gym and of him hiking. He had one thirst trap picture of him in a berry shirt, staring at the camera with crushing intensity.

As you grew more serious, Terry began to switch up the conversations. Naturally sliding in his dominant nature by telling you to do things. He did it so subtly, so minutely, that you hadn’t known what was going on until he was ordering you not to touch yourself anymore and you actually obeyed. All from texts.

You stared at his latest message, panties growing damp from how excited he made you. The past week, he decided that it was time to meet in person. You were obviously nervous, but every time you thought of it, your thighs tingled and your pussy throbbed.

You: I got everything.

TJ: Good. I want you to relax tonight.

You giggled breathlessly in the comfort of your room, chewing on your nail. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be your life. It would be hard to relax knowing that Terry could slip in at any time. Show off those mysterious Marine skills he talked about on his profile.

You: You really don’t find this weird?

TJ: What’s weird about it? It’s healthy.

TJ: Besides, I’ve been fighting an erection all week thinking about tonight.

“God,” you moaned out loud.

It turned you on even more that he was so open with his desire for you. You were used to weak men constantly trying to play it cool. Play it smart. Act as if they were doing you a favor by being with you. You always knew that a real man wouldn’t pretend. He’d be real. And Terry was real.

You: It’s been so hard not touching myself. 😣

TJ: You didn’t, did you?

You: Noooo 😇

TJ: Am I sensing a brat? A little late in the game to introduce curveballs.

You giggled at your phone, nearly kicking your feet. You were obsessed. You had a job where you couldn’t even try to sneak and be on your phone. Rules were important and you always felt like you had a neon sign professing your guilt whenever you broke a single one. But you were always itching to look at your phone. To see if there was a new message from him or a new command.

Once, he made you stop what you were doing and go to the nearest bathroom to edge yourself. You’d never done anything like that before and you had been so nervous, but fuck, you had been close to cumming. It was impossible to stop yourself but somehow you did.

Another time, he wanted you to take your sexiest picture. You had been fussing and fawning over the correct one, loving them all but you weren’t sure which one would appeal to him. Then it dawned on you. It was about what appealed to you.

After that, you took a teasing photo showing just enough but hiding a lot more. You wore a black bra and panty set and sat on your haunches, letting your thick thighs widen. You tilted your head and gave him a shy smile. The minute the picture went off, you knew it was a good one.

You sent it to him and he sent you a picture back five minutes later showing a puddle of cum on his office desk. This man drove you wild, stimulated your brain in the best possible way. You hadn’t ever known a man to seduce your mind the way he seduced all your other senses.

He sent a few voice notes, enough to understand the cadence of his speech while he issued out small orders. It wasn’t always sexual. Sometimes he wanted you to go to bed early, grab you some tea, or run you a hot bath because you had a body ache earlier.

You: Moi? A brat. I know not what you mean.

An alarm went off on your phone letting you know that it was past time to start getting ready. The first part of Terry's carefully thought out night was that you took a bath, paid attention to your body, relaxed with a glass of wine and unwound from the day.

Hell, that sounded relaxing just on general principle. You took your phone with you into the bathroom, turning on the light and getting the bath started. You added your favorite scent, pouring a healthy dollop of bath soap into the steaming water.

You hummed as you moved around the space, gathering a plush cream towel big enough to fit around your body. Comfort items had to be one of your platonic love languages. You loved soft things. From blanket hoodies, to bath towels, to throw blankets.

You lit a candle as the water ran, white bubbles foaming on the surface of the water. You went to the kitchen and poured your favorite glass of wine, swirling the liquid in your wine glass. You sniffed the glass and took in the subtle notes and highlights.

You hooked up your phone to your bathroom speaker on your way back to the bathroom, turning on some grown and sexy music. Terry wanted you to relax, then you were going to relax.

You told him you were hopping in the bath and he responded quickly.

TJ: Take your time, beautiful.

Your heart fluttered and you sighed, wondering how the hell you got so lucky. Truly, what kind, divine act did you commit to land someone like Terry? You had to pinch yourself as you took off your clothes.

Your silk short shorts and tank top slid down your body, tingling in some areas from how hyper aware you were. You sat on a hand towel on the edge of the tub and ran your fingers through the water. Just a few more minutes before it was perfect.

You grabbed the last candle you used, the smell of spearmint eucalyptus filling the space even if it wasn’t lit. You used an electric lighter to light it. The soft glow played across your hands and you took a deep breath.

Tonight already did wonders for your frayed nerves. Taking the time to soak everything in helped you relax in a way only journaling could accomplish. You needed more nights like these, nights that were just for you.

You tucked your hair into a bonnet and then sunk into the bath, moaning at the hot water touching your cool skin. The water sloshed as you carefully sat down, leaning your back against the back of your tub and moaning once more.

This felt entirely too good. “Falsetto” by the Dream played and you sank further into the water, lighting washing yourself at first. You started with a face mask, smattering the cream on your face. You let that sit while you washed the rest of your body.

With every area that you washed, you wondered which areas Terry would pay attention to. Was he an ass man? Titties man? Thighs man? You had your impressions but you didn’t want to get too caught up in the fantasy. If tonight went well, you hoped to turn this into a full time thing if he was game.

You didn’t have to date on top of it, but god, you wouldn’t say no either. Wouldn’t say no to living life the way you needed to. Being at the mercy of someone who knew what to do with it. How to handle you. How to take all of your stress and worries and let you know what peace felt like. You wanted to do the same for him.

You wanted to be the one he sought out when he had a bad day. Or when he just needed some stress relief. When the world got too loud and unfair and the only thing he could control was whether or not you came.

You wanted that push and pull and you wanted it desperately with Terry. You only hoped he was game as well. He said he wasn’t talking to others on the app and you wanted to believe him. You also wouldn’t blame him if he were lying. You only needed him to be safe and careful.

He sent over his latest test results showing that he was clean. He told you from the onset that he hated condoms. He enjoyed the feeling of pussy wrapped around his dick. You were on the pill and showed him your results as well. Somehow, he even made getting tested sexy.

After your bath, you took time shaving the important bits. You rubbed your favorite lotion and perfume together and then rubbed it into your skin. Your skin prickled. When would he do it?

When you were in bed? When you were in the kitchen? When you were on your way out of the bathroom? You looked towards your bathroom door. It was slightly ajar, your dark hallway beyond.

He could be there now, watching you just beyond the shadows. It should scare you. Yet it only made your skin flush with heat. Your breathing turned choppy and you forced yourself to return to that sense of calm you had before.

You finished lotioning up and brushed your teeth, adding on a mint just in case. You blew out the candle and then pulled on your robe, returning to your darkened room. The blackout curtains worked well. The darkened room felt more intimate than normal.

Terry’s preferred outfit lay across your freshly laundered comforter and sheets. You hoped after tonight, that it would be good and filthy again. You slipped on the lingerie Terry shipped to you, taking your time to pull on the purple metallic bra with fleur-de-lis decorations in black and turquoise blue. The matching panties and skirt set glided smoothly across your dewy skin.

The skirt connected to thigh high stockings and you hurriedly pulled those on as well. You leaned down to pull on high heels, strapping it around your ankle. You’d never felt sexier. There was something deeply erotic about wearing an outfit someone else picked for you.

You took off your bonnet and shook out your hair, arranging it just how you liked. You walked over to your closet, opening the door to look in the long mirror. You turned from side to side, appreciating how well it fit. How sexy it looked on you.

The heels felt like stepping on clouds and you walked around your room, getting used to the feel of it. Hell, you’d fuck you in a heartbeat. You hoped Terry liked it. Speaking of…

You went over to your dresser, cleaning up some of the mess you made while getting ready for work. You grabbed your phone, charging, and switched the song to Under by Pleasure P.

You opened the new message by Terry, tingling pinpricks shooting up your inner thighs.

TJ: See you soon, beautiful.

The message was sent when you began your bath so you had no idea if he was just now leaving or if he was already there. Not knowing had you clenching your thighs. You had to calm down. Had to return to a relaxed state.

Final steps. You dimmed the lights in your bedroom, setting it to where you could barely see. You transferred the music from your bathroom to your bedroom’s speakers. Then you grabbed your wine and took a few more sips until you emptied your glass. You pouted at the missing liquid and then sighed.

You turned around, trudging to the kitchen to the nasty croon of Pleasure P. singing. You hummed as you opened your fridge, bringing out your wine and pouring another healthy glass.

You stopped pouring and lifted your head, an awareness of being watched creeping into your senses. You slowly turned around but there was no one in the kitchen. You fought the urge to turn on the overhead lights, letting the backlighting guide most of your way.

There was no one behind you, yet you couldn’t fight the urge that he was there. That he was near. “Terry?” You called out. Your house never seemed so empty before. You stepped forward, your heels clicking on the tile.

Your phone buzzed in your hand and you jumped with a shriek, laughing as you saw Terry’s phone number flash across your screen. You swiped it to answer it and brought it to your ear.

“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to call out who’s there?” He asked.

“Terry?” You asked, breathlessly, looking for any sign of movement. There was nothing in the pitch black night outside your house and not a peep from the one level house.

Terry’s deep chuckle made you shiver and bite your lip. This man was too sexy for words. Too fucking sinful. He was the total and complete package, driving you crazy with a few well placed words.

“Are you scared?” Terry asked, dropping his voice to a low, purring tease.

“N-No,” you said. You abandoned your wine and then went snooping around your own home, staring at closet doors warily. How did he get in? If he got into your place without a disturbance in the air, you hated to be an enemy of his. Hated to see what he was capable of when he was focused on a mission.

Terry chuckled. “Don’t lie to me,” he said.

“A little. I’m a little scared,” you admitted.

“That’s better. I’d be worried if you weren’t. You smell good by the way,” he said.

Your gasp was a mix of a whine and a moan. Where was he? Where would he pop out? You walked towards the back of the house, towards your room and your bathroom. You checked behind the doors and everything.

“You’re playing with me,” you said, with a breathless giggle.

“A little. Remember our safe word?” He asked.

You nodded and licked your lips but then it dawned on you that he couldn’t truly see you. “Yes. It’s Halloween,” you said.

“Good girl,” he purred.

You whimpered, pussy fluttering. Your essence pooled in your panties. There was no way that you could play it cool tonight. No way to remain cool, aloof, and alluring. You were down bad for Terry Richmond. Down atrocious. There was nothing that you could deny him. Nothing he couldn’t ask for that you wouldn’t try to provide.

“Want to play a game? I have a few questions,” he said.

“What kind of questions?” You asked. You searched high and low but you couldn’t determine where he was. If he was in the house or if he was right outside. You were not dressed for outside so you didn’t even attempt it.

Instead, you went around to check the locks on your doors. All still locked. Nothing amiss. You pulled back the white curtain on your back door window and peered out into the foggy evening. Nothing moved. Not a single leaf or blade of grass.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asked, a dark rumble in his voice that made you bite your lip once more. This was why you could never seriously wear lipstick or lipgloss. Maybe for about ten minutes before you were biting or nibbling or picking at your lips.

You giggled. “Really?” You asked.

“Don’t want to play with me?” He asked.

You sighed and relaxed a fraction. He couldn’t be in the house yet. He was only toying with you and you were letting him get to you. He told you to relax and that was what you were going to do.

“The Frighteners,” you answered.

Terry chuckled. “That doesn’t count.”

“Sure it does. It’s classified as horror and it sure freaked me the hell out,” you said.

“Do you get scared easily?” He asked.

“Depends. I can watch movies but being scared in real life sucks,” you said. Which only made this whole exchange all the more surreal. But you were already a dripping mess. Forget prep time. Terry would have no issues just sliding right inside you.

“Can you guess which room I’m in right now?” Terry asked.

You gasped, turning around. Didn’t you just check all of the doors? You stepped back into your kitchen. You could hear your gasping breaths, heart thumping against your rib cage. “You’re playing with me again,” you said.

“Am I? You’re cold by the way,” he said.

You released your breath in slow increments, stepping forward through your kitchen with blue cabinets making the kitchen darker. You peered around the corner, looking towards the living room. You took a step forward and Terry tsked at you.

“Freezing,” he said.

You giggled nervously, turning around to your hallway. Your steps turned from clacking to pattering on the runner as you walked down the hallway. “Getting warmer. Warmer,” Terry teased as you walked closer to your bedroom.

Your heart was in your throat, beating a thumping rhythm against your neck as you traveled closer to your room. Why had you turned the lights so low? You inched closer, wanting to get close but not wanting to be blindsided by Terry jumping out.

“Burning up,” Terry said as you passed the linen closet. You stopped and reached out a hand, turning the handle slowly and then opening the door. You flinched, prepared for Terry to jump out.

“Found you,” Terry said.

You giggled, relief flooding through you now that you knew he wasn’t on the other side. You closed the door and then walked to your bedroom just fine, putting your hand on your hips. “You’re not really here. Because if you were, you’d be able to tell me what I’m doing right now,” you said.

You made an L on your forehead and twisted around in your room. “What am I doing?” You called out. “What am I doing?”

You giggled and lowered your hand, turning around just as a shadow passed in front of your door. You squealed and tripped over your heels trying to backtrack away. Escape, escape! Your mind flashed warning bells in your mind.

A man stood in front of you wearing black cargo pants, black boots, and a black tank top. Tattoos caught in the low light of your bedroom window and your pussy clenched looking at his powerful arms. The Ghostface mask seemed to float in the air but you knew just beneath that was Terry’s fine face.

“Boo,” he said.

Your mouth turned dry at being scared but heat flooded through your system taking in every delicious inch of him. He was incredibly tall and he had to duck to cross into your room.

You backed away even as your mind screamed for you to move forward. Terry raised a knife in his hand, the metal glinting. It was a standard chef’s knife and you whimpered looking at it.

This was the dumbest thing you’d ever done. The wildest, stupidest, most asinine thing ever. But it was also a wish that came true. You were already a puddle, a mix of adrenaline and arousal confusing your senses in the worst way. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream from frustration or fear.

Terry tilted his head, making the mask go sideways. He stepped closer to you and brought his hand up to caress your chin. He pulled you closer to his mask and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Couldn’t look away at the ghostly visage as he took a deep breath.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he said.

You sighed and finally blinked. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” you said.

“Safe word?” He asked.

“Halloween,” you said.

Terry nodded and then walked around in a circle, perusing your body as if you were on display. He hand followed behind him, reaching out to run his rough, callused fingers across your bare belly. “Gorgeous,” he said.

Fuck, you were ready to burst right out of your skin. This entire week had been nothing but foreplay to you. He gave instructions and a list of things to obtain for him, things he wanted you to choose so that you knew exactly what was coming.

“What are you going to do now?” You asked. You felt like he could hear your audible gulp. Swallowing around the thick cord of lust zapping through your body and making it hard to breathe properly. You were on the edge, itchy with the need to cum, but knowing that it would only happen when he decided.

“Where’s the rope?” He asked. You felt behind you on the dresser for the silk rope he asked you to pick out. Something soft and easily adjustable so that you could escape at any moment. If this continued, you’d work your way up to more hardcore stuff. Hand over more and more of yourself.

Your fingers clasped clumsily around the rope and held it up. Terry leaned to one side and tilted his head once more, playing with the edge of the knife. “Put it on,” he commanded.

You licked your lips and slipped the silk rope around your wrists and tightened it. Terry crooked his finger and you walked forward immediately. No use pretending that this wasn’t exactly what you craved.

Terry had set a neat trap in his messages and voice notes to you. The late night calls where his sinful voice rocked you to sleep. He made it easy to surrender. To give in. To cast off all of the doubt and anxiousness. Now you just wanted to feel. To listen. To shut your brain off for half a second and enjoy yourself.

Terry tugged you forward by the silk rope, testing the limit and resistance on it. You almost hated that you couldn’t see his pretty face. But you’d cum so many times to his pictures that you had it committed to memory.

Terry pulled you forward with the rope, pulling you over to your bed and pushed you down. You bounced with a gasp, your titties bouncing with the movement. Terry stepped into your personal space, leaning down and pressing the cold metal of the knife against your throat. You moaned, feeling the knife slide across your skin. He barely grazed you but it was the dark promise of it that turned you on.

That you were a hair’s breadth away from mortal danger. That at any moment, he could press deeper and draw blood. You whimpered as your body overheated. You burned from the inside out, sweat breaking out in patches all over your body.

“Terry,” you moaned.

Terry moved the knife down to trail over the swells of your breasts. Your chest rose and fell in choppy waves, getting too excited before he had a chance to do anything. He slipped the knife beneath your bra and you moaned, arching your chest into the knife.

“You’re too trusting,” he said. He palmed your breasts roughly, finding your nipples through the fabric of your bra and squeezing painfully. You cried out, trying to close your legs but he had encroached upon your space without you realizing. You had been too busy focusing on the knife and his mask.

He tossed the knife onto the bed and gripped your thighs, spreading you open and yanking you to the edge of the bed. The music still playing in the background only added to the scene, getting you further into the mood.

I know you like it nasty.

Nasty by Joshua Williams began to play, juices slipping between your legs and soaking your panties.

Terry pushed the seat of your panties to the side, trailing his fingers through your wet folds. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered, whimpering as your hands flew to his to stall his movements. He ignored you, smacking your hands away.

“Push them titties up and keep your hands there,” he said.

You grabbed your titties and pushed them together. Terry groaned, leaning forward. His thick fingers played you like a fiddle, gathering up your slick. He shoved two fingers inside and you cried out, body arching. Your hands slipped from holding your titties.

“Put your hand back. Don’t make me tell you again,” he growled.

You whimpered and replaced your hands on your chest. You turned pleading, doe eyes towards him. Terry leaned down and rubbed the mask against your cheek. You shivered from the unexpected coolness of it. It did little to dampen the heat in your veins. The fire in your lower belly.

“Nice and fuckin’ wet. All of this for me?” Terry asked.

You nodded. “Yes, yes,” you said. His fingers worked liquid magic on your pussy, making you soak his fingers with how long and deep his fingers went. You opened your mouth, arching your back and grinding on his fingers. He stroked until you were shaking and moaning on his fingers.

“Gonna stretch the fuck outta this pretty pussy,” he promised. He withdrew his fingers and then shoved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. Taste how wet he made you. Taste how turned on you were under his control.

He ripped at your panties and you gasped at the shredding sound, knees trying to close around his massive frame. His narrow hips kept you spread open. He moaned, getting his first look at your pussy. “Look at that shit. My needy little slut,” he groaned.

Your pussy clenched as he unzipped his pants, jerking it down his hips and revealing his long, thick dick. Your eyes widened taking in the size and girth of him. His balls were big and heavy, drooping and tapping against his strong thighs.

He slapped his dick against your pussy, competing with the music. You moaned with each wet smack, hearing how turned on you were. Your taste was still on your tongue, in your nose, and you closed your eyes to all of the sensations.

Terry pushed you onto your back and slapped his dick against your pussy once more, your juices jumping from the action. Your teeth chattered, unbridled desire coursing through you and driving your pleasure higher and higher.

It’d been too long since you came. Too long since you felt that rush of relief and you were ready to leap from your skin.

Terry grabbed the knife and slipped it beneath your bra. He cut it loose and you cried out, your titties free and spilling out from either side of the cups. Terry groaned, pushing his hips in before catching himself.

He palmed himself with his other hand and guided himself inside, placing the knife against your skin but keeping his fingers there as a barrier so that it wasn’t directly on you. Just held above your skin as a silent threat.

He was so big, you cried out, holding up your hands. Terry ignored you, pushing in deeper and retreated to give you a tiny breather. He grunted and tried again, getting deeper this time.

“Too big,” you moaned, your eyes turning watery at the slow burn working its way through your midsection.

“I’ll make it fit, don’t worry,” he cooed. He dived back in, giving you shallow strokes. It became easier to take him with every downward stroke, and your thighs clenched around his hips.

He used his left hand to slide down your thigh, up your calf, and pull your foot to his face. He rubbed the mask against your foot, lifting your leg higher to sit against his chest. It opened you up further to him, allowing him to nearly reach the base inside you. He was close to bottoming out.

You were crying, whimpering, shivering on his dick as it throbbed the more it slid in and out of you. Terry’s moans rivaled yours. He threw his head back and sank in deeper.

“Oh, fuck, god, damn, fuck, shit,” you whimpered, out of breath and half delirious. The stretch was perfect. Stuffing you completely full of dick.

“That’s a good pussy. Taking what I’m giving you. Feel me in this pussy?” He asked.

“Yes, yes, I feel you,” you cried, tears gathering in your eyes once more. You were driven out of your mind. Body weightless, limitless, stretching your awareness beyond what you could sense. It was metaphysical. Like your soul found his and stitched you together the more he stroked deep inside.

Terry moved the knife up to your cheek. He pushed your face to the side, exposing your neck. He trailed the knife close to your neck. You clenched around him and he moaned, picking up the pace and ramming inside of you.

He fucked you like you had him fucked up. Like he missed you. Like you intentionally kept yourself away from him and he was back to stake his claim. To draw a line in the dirt and dare you to disobey.

“Oh, shit. Ouee, shit. Ouee, shit, fuck you feel so good,” you moaned.

“You look so pretty taking dick. Getting my dick fuckin’ creamy. Can’t stop staring at how much every time I pull out,” he said.

You lifted your hands, intending to push him away. You were close to another orgasm and it was coming too fast. Too fast for you to brace for.

“Move that hand or I will,” he huffed, harsh moans and panting making you sick with desire. Your pussy squelched from the pressure of him entering you.

You moved your hands, holding it above your head. “Ouee, fuck. That dick feels too good,” you whimpered.

“That’s all yours,” he said.

You tensed up, careening head first into the orgasm and crying out, screaming to the ceiling from the intensity. You flopped around on his dick like a fish out of water and Terry continued to fuck you through it, moving the knife when necessary when it appeard you’d get too close.

Terry withdrew and tossed the knife back on the bed. He gripped your hips and flipped you over, re-entering you and you screamed. He matched you with a moan. “Fuck. So fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ wet. Fuckin’ me getting you this wet?” Terry asked.

You nodded and stretched your hands above you. You arched your back, giving him full access to your ass. His large hand came down to smack your ass, causing it to sting with pain. You hissed, not expecting the bite of pain. You flooded his dick once more, fresh juices leaking out of you.

“Oh fuck! Terry! Please, no more,” you cried out. You didn’t have another one.

Terry leaned down, pressing his lips close to your ear. “Aww, you think I care. Come on pretty girl, move that ass. Come get yours,” he said.

You shook your head. You didn’t have enough to hold yourself up with. Each thrust sent you into the bed, fucking you into the matress with unrelenting speed. Your body flushed with heat, great licks of fire. Still, you managed to throw it back on him. Matching his thrusts.

“That’s it. Soak this dick, pretty. Bouncing pretty on this fuckin’ dick. Unf, fuck. Takin’ me very well. You takin’ what I’m giving you?” Terry moaned.

How did he expect you to answer him at the moment? Your mind was gone, down into another plane of existence. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them. He lifted his right hand and then quickly pressed his wet digit against your asshole, pressing in. You fell forward and he followed you down. He continued to stroke, sliding in and out of you, punishing you with his dick whether you could keep up or not.

The pressure was new, weird, but oh so fucking good when he pressed in deeper. You felt full. Stuffed completely.

“Give me another one,” he commanded.

“Can’t,” you gasped, your face smooshed into the comforter.

Terry gripped your hair with his free hand and yanked, bending you at a weird angle. He didn’t care. “I’m gonna paint this fuckin’ pussy with this nut. But you’re going to give me another one first,” he said, voice low and scraping against your eardrums in the most pleasurable way.

He wiggled his finger in your ass and you moaned, tensed up, and screamed with your orgasm. Your eyes burned as you screamed, loudly, shaking uncontrollably on his dick. “There it is. Fuck you think you are making me wait?” He asked and yanked on your hair to the point of pain.

“Sorrrryyyyyy,” you moaned as you came and came. He fucked you through it, chasing his own pleasure in your body. Burying his dick to the hilt and unloading with a deep, powerful growl erupting from his thick chest.

His cum shot inside you like it was a race to get you pregnant then and there. Your brain turned fuzzy, eyes turning black in the corners and he came and came with seemingly no end in sight.

“That’y my good fuckin’ slut,” Terry growled low in your ear.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

Terry pumped his hips a few more times before withdrawing from your body. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Your pussy clenched as you pushed his cum out. He encouraged you, telling you to try to work every drop out.

He flipped you back onto your back. He grabbed you by the silk rope still tied around your hands and pulled you to your feet with one bicep curl. You moaned. Fuck. You’d go another round if you were able. You needed him back inside. Your pussy was unbearably achy, twitchy, needy.

You whimpered and cried as he pushed you to your knees. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

You opened, staring up at him. He dug his fingers into your hair, pulling you forward. He tapped his dick against your lips, painting it with a mix of his cum and your essence. He shoved his dick inside and moaned, throwing his head back while you sucked him off.

You braced your fingers around his long legs, dusted with hair. You held on as he face fucked you, feeding you his dick.

“Get it nice and clean,” he cooed, at complete odds with the way he shoved past your resistance. You moaned, turning watery eyes to him. His mask was frozen in fake sympathy. He tilted his head at you, thrusting along with fucking your mouth.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he moaned. You reached out and touched his balls. His hips jerked forward and you gagged, body rejecting him. “Fuuuck.” His moan tugged at your throbbing clit.

Saliva dribbled down the sides of your mouth, onto your chin, and dripped onto your titties still bouncing in the bra he cut through. You felt his cum leak out of your pussy, likely falling onto the floor.

“Pretty fuckin’ mess too. I’m finna bust. Swallow it,” he said.

You nodded on his dick. He thrust a handful more times before he burst in your mouth, stuffing more cum into your body. You swallowed it all, letting the sticky substance slide hungrily down your throat.

His hips stroked absently, like he couldn’t make himself stop even if he wanted to. He slowed down, pulling his dick past your lips slowly. You let him go with a wet pop. Terry cleaned the corners of your mouth with his fingers.

He dropped into a squat, as much as his pants would allow. He took off the mask letting you get a glimpse of that beautiful, sexy face of his. His eyes were narrowed, intense, focused as he smirked at you. He had permanent bedroom eyes. As if he were just waking up or just falling asleep. No in-between.

He smirked at you. “Ready for round two?”

The end.

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zweigsangel · 30 days ago

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vampire!chris x fem!reader. smut.

you didn’t expect to be alone with chris that night, especially not in the dimly lit corner of his bedroom, where the air felt thick and electric. the house was eerily quiet, and the party downstairs faded into background noise. it felt like the two of you were in your own world.

chris leaned against the windowsill, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. his eyes never left you, dark and unreadable, like he was trying to decide something. the glow of the cigarette flared when he inhaled, lighting up his sharp features for just a second. you watched the smoke curl around him, making him look even more dangerous—like something out of a dream you couldn’t quite wake up from.

you weren’t afraid of him, though. not even after you found out what he was. the word vampire should’ve scared you off, should’ve made you run the other way. but instead, it intrigued you. chris was intoxicating, with his sharp edges and soft whispers, the way he made you feel like the only person in the room even when you weren’t.

"you know why i wanted you up here, right?" his voice was low, almost a growl, like the cigarette had been burning in his throat, not just his lungs. there was a teasing glint in his eyes, but behind it, something more. something hungry.

you swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken. "i have an idea," you said, though your voice came out quieter than you intended. your gaze drifted to his lips, and you wondered if they were as cold as his skin looked, or if the fire in his eyes would burn through the cold.

he took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly before throwing it out the window. he stepped closer and you could feel the change in the air, like the temperature dropped around him. there was no denying what he was. a predator. but somehow, that only made you want him more.

with a quick movement, his hand was on your hip, pulling you closer, the cold touch of his fingers startling against your heated skin. "you’re not scared of me, are you?" he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, his breath cool against your skin. "should i be?"

chris tilted his head, his eyes tracing the curve of your throat. "most people would be." his voice was almost teasing, but there was something else behind it. something darker. you leaned in closer, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. "i’m not most people," you whispered.

his eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the heat between you was undeniable. slowly, his hand slid up your arm, fingers tracing your skin, sending sparks through your body. "no, you’re not," he agreed, his voice soft but heavy with meaning.

then, before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours. the kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, but it quickly turned hungry, desperate, like he was trying to drink in every part of you. you felt his cool lips press harder against yours, and your body responded in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

you could feel the sharp points of his fangs grazing your bottom lip, a reminder of who—what—he was. but it only made you want him more. the danger of it all sent a thrill through you, like you were playing with fire and didn’t care if you got burned.

he pulled back slightly, just enough to let his lips hover over yours, his breath cool against your skin. "you don’t know what you’re getting into," he whispered, though the way his eyes darkened told you he was already losing control.

"maybe i do," you replied, your voice daring, breathless. with a low growl, he kissed you again, harder this time, his hands gripping your hips. without warning, he lifted you onto his lap, your legs straddling him as you found yourself pressed up against him, the intensity of his body against yours making your breath catch. your hands instinctively moved to his shoulders to steady yourself, the thrill of being so close to him, feeling his body under yours, sent a wave of heat through you.

the kiss was rough, demanding, his hands pulling you tighter against him as if he couldn’t get enough of you. your body reacted on its own, grinding against him, and you felt the low growl rumble in his chest as his grip tightened, pulling you down harder onto his lap.

you gasped into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his cool lips and sharp teeth driving you crazy. there was no denying the power he had over you, the way your body responded to him, craving more even as you knew there was a dangerous edge to everything he did.

he broke the kiss, panting slightly, his forehead resting against yours for a moment as if he was trying to catch his breath—or maybe trying to keep control. "you’re driving me fucking crazy," he muttered, his voice thick with lust as his hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips, your waist, anywhere he could touch.

"yeah?" you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper. before you could react, he flipped you onto the bed, his body pressing against yours, pinning you down beneath him. his hands were on your skin in an instant, pulling your shirt off with a roughness that made your heart skip. his lips followed, kissing and biting his way down your neck, over your collarbone, until he reached the curve of your chest.

you moaned softly as his cool lips met your skin, your back arching into him, desperate for more of his touch. he growled against your skin, his hands sliding down to undo your jeans, tugging them off in one quick motion before he pressed himself against you again, his lips finding yours once more.

"you have no idea how hard i’ve been trying not to do this," he whispered against your lips. "stop trying, please," you whispered back, your hands sliding down his back, pulling him closer, needing more of him, all of him.

and then he did. there was no more holding back, no more restraint. his hands moved over your body like he was memorizing every inch, his lips trailing fire down your skin, leaving you breathless, gasping for more.

you felt his fangs graze your neck again, and this time, when he bit down, it was pure pleasure that washed over you, your body arching into him, craving everything he could give. the mix of pain and pleasure blurred together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, and all you knew was that you wanted him, needed him, in every possible way.

he undid his pants with a flick of his hand, pressing his body against yours as he positioned himself between your legs. the anticipation sent a shiver through you, and when he finally pushed inside you, a gasp tore from your throat, your body arching into his. the sensation was overwhelming—the coolness of his body mixing with the heat of yours, the way he moved, deliberate and slow at first, building up into something deeper, something harder.

chris' hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you into him with each thrust, his lips finding your neck again, biting softly but not enough to break the skin, just enough to tease. your fingers dug into his back, urging him on, your breath coming out in ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside you, growing more intense with every movement.

he started moving faster, rougher, and the bed creaked under the force of his body against yours. his hand slid between your thighs, fingers pressing in just the right spot, making your body tremble with the sensation. you were losing yourself to him, completely overtaken by the way he felt, the way he moved, the way his body consumed yours.

your moans filled the room, louder and more desperate with each thrust, and you could feel him losing control, his grip tightening, his breath ragged against your neck. you were both close, the tension building between you until it felt like you were on the edge of something explosive.

"i can't—" he growled against your skin, his hips slamming into yours with a final, hard thrust that sent you over the edge. your body shook, pleasure rippling through you in waves, and you cried out his name, your fingers gripping his hair as you held onto him, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

he followed right after, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as his body tensed, his hips grinding into yours, the release so intense it left you both breathless, tangled in each other.

the room fell into silence, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. chris collapsed beside you, his arm draped over your waist, pulling you close. you could feel the coolness of his skin, but somehow, it comforted you, grounding you after the intensity of what just happened.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, but still thick with exhaustion. you nodded, your body still buzzing, a lazy smile on your lips. "yeah," you breathed, turning your head to meet his gaze. chris smirked, his hand tracing lazy circles on your hip. "good, because i'm not done with you." his voice held that teasing edge again, but there was a promise behind it.

you felt your heart race again, knowing full well that there was no turning back.

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1980shorrorfilm · 2 months ago

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every road i know

click here. resources for palestine, congo, sudan, and other countries.

pairing…ellie williams x gn!reader

in which…ellie thought it was time to solidify your relationship. she might have been wrong.

before you read…inspired by the strangers, minus the killing n stuff. modern day fic. angst with comfort <3

the autumn night is silent, save for the occasional creak of the old miller’s cabin settling into its nighttime routine. you listen to the wind whistling outside, through the tall pines surrounding the small wooden home.

it’s a lonely town, the nearest house a few miles down the road, something vastly different from your shared apartment in the city.

ellie started bringing you here after joel had let it collect endless dust and cobwebs, the woman cleaning it all up for you. whenever life got too busy, chaotic, or hard, this way your getaway. peace. just you and her and the nature that surrounded you.

now, it feels as though it’s purgatory.

the fireplace flickers softly, its glow dancing on the wooden walls, but the warmth couldn’t seem to comfort you. not right now. ellie sits in front of the flames, her silhouette outlined by the orange gentle light.

she has yet to utter a single word to you. the car ride here was silent. even the radio on mute, because ellie couldn’t find the simple strength to turn it up.

the moment is replaying in her mind, over and over, the sad smile you had given her burned into her memory. the thing she’s had anxiety about for the past month. proposing, to you.

the dark velvet box holding the special ring, now lying on the coffee table beside her. a stark reminder of the event.

you’re sat on the couch, chewing your lip, a rose petal in your hand. it’s soft, you find yourself stroking the smooth flower. they cover, nearly, the whole cabin. ellie had thrown the petals around before you had arrived together, trying to make it appear as romantic as possible.

it’s not her strong suit, her appreciation toward you shown in much different ways than typical lovey-dovey things you see on television, but tonight it felt right. long candles garnish whatever surface she could put them on, yellow and smelling like vanilla. they’re not lit.

she assumed she’d spark them when you came back from the long day you had. one that started with your favorite breakfast, ellie waking up extra early to make it as perfect as she could. and she did, you made sure to compliment her repeatedly.

then she took you downtown, viewing places you rarely visited, spending more time admiring you than the other pretty views. what occupied most of your time, was going to a museum she took you to on your first date, reminiscing on how awkward you two were compared to now.

she swears that’s her favorite place, and not just because she’s a nerd, because she now associates it with you.

ellie had took you out to dinner, to your favorite restaurant, hardly eating and claiming she just wasn’t hungry. that was a lie, she just didn’t think she could keep food down. her nerves were washing over her, multiplying when you had finished, and you took a walk near the river, beneath the red trees that blew softly above you.

you had felt her pause in place, holding her warm hand, and you thought maybe the tie had come undone on her sneakers. she had washed them the day prior until her fingers pruned, you found it odd for ellie but didn’t say anything. but that wasn’t the problem. she stared at you like she saw a ghost, and it worried you.

you almost thought this was the end, she was about to tell you those four dreaded words. we need to break up. oh, the idea terrorizes you. that, however, also wasn’t it.

she had whispered inaudible words to herself, then mumbling ‘okay, okay, okay.’

you thought the woman was breaking before you, concern in your eyes, holding her hand tight. then she gulped, trying to get out the rehearsed words that seemed to vanish the longer she stood in your presence.

how much you mean to her. from the very moment you two got paired up for a project that she insisted she’d do all the work for, but you fought back, finding yourself in her bedroom the entire week, the girl studying you more than the work laid out before her.

she found herself by your side all the time afterward.

she needed to be by your side.

she doesn’t know how she lived before you, and if she could live without you— no, insisting she could not live with you. she simply wouldn’t have the will. waking up to a bed you didn’t occupy, not hearing your genuine laughter to her most idiotic jokes, not being able to hold you when you experienced the hardest day of your life.

she couldn’t have that. she needs this…you and her, to last forever. so, she asked those four words that you weren’t prepared for. will you marry me?

to which, you didn’t say yes.

you couldn’t. you love ellie, more than you could ever put into words, you swear on your life that you do, and it didn’t at all reflect your feelings for her. you were just…paralyzed. by fear, uncertainty, and the weight of expectations that you couldn’t hold up to for her. every single insecurity, hitting you at once, in the worst moment it possibly could.

you had said her name in a weak whisper, and ellie gulped, realizing what was happening. a tear slipped from your eye, that she quickly wiped away, reassuring you it was okay. that you’re okay. putting you before her, a habit of hers. bits of her broken heart being blown away in the cool wind that hits you, while she cradles yours.

you walked to the car together in silence, a suffocating fog. a silence that seemed to last forever.

the tension between you two is almost palpable, both of your minds are currently a whirlwind of heavy emotions. a gentle crackle of the fire and ellie shifting in place, makes you finally turn your attention to her. “ellie,” you say her name softly, voice strained as you finally break the unbearable quiet. “can we talk?”

her gaze remains on the fiery flames, her shoulders tense. “we don’t have to,” she replies quietly, “i get it.”

“i don’t think you do,” you lowly say, heart aching at the mere thought of all the negativity running through her precious head, doubts about herself and your relationship. that’s the last thing you could ever want.

ellie swallows thickly, “it doesn’t matter.”

you watch her get up, turning her back to you as she leaves the room. your eyes trail her to the kitchen before you follow her. she doesn’t glance at you as you lean against the nearby counter, watching her grab an expensive champagne bottle.

you assume she bought it just for tonight, she wouldn’t drink it any other time. she won’t even touch a glass of wine. she pops it open, pouring it into one of the two glasses beside it. “i don’t…” you begin to say as she hovers over the other glass, ellie nodding in response. you’re afraid if you drink it you’ll throw up all the nerves inside your system.

“i got your favorite ice cream…if you want that instead,” ellie mentions, tapping her finger on the glass, “went to like…3 different stores. couldn’t find the brand you like.”

she ends the sentence with an attempt at a laugh, finding it so silly now. all the effort, for what? humiliation? pity? she sips on the disgusting drink like it would make her feel better. the only other thing that helps her in trying times, is you; and that’s not exactly possible in this scenario.

“do you…” she pauses, staring at the liquid as she swirls it around, “do you want this…us?”

“of course i do,” you answer her without hesitation, taking a step closer to her, but still out of reach. “it’s not that, ellie,” you tell her, trying to figure out how to inform her it’s you and not her, without sounding like a poor cliche overused excuse.

“it’s just…we’re young…im scared you’re making a mistake,” your voice wavers near the end, ashamed to admit such a thing, that you are her mistake. ellie looks at you like you just spit in her face. she doesn’t know how to interpret the comment, she slightly feels insulted that you would think that she’s making a ‘mistake.’

this isn’t putting a shirt on inside out. this isn’t forgetting to turn the light off when you leave a room. it’s not tripping over your step. it’s her committing herself to you, after five beautiful years attached to you, something she wants hundreds more years of, if that were possible. nothing about that is a mistake.

you’re the love of her life. cementing that is not a fucking mistake.

“is that how you feel?” she flips the script, putting the spotlight on you, feeling like you’re burning beneath it at the accusation. “what?” you whisper, “n-no…no ellie.”

you can’t read her expression, she’s swallowing the rest of her drink, blankly staring ahead.

she ignores your response, “i’ll drive us home in the morning. you should get some sleep.”

she turns away, placing her glass carefully in the sink, resting there for a moment. your eyes are boring into the back of her head as if you could read the thoughts inside it. so many bad thoughts.

you push yourself forward, taking a few quiet steps to her. you plant your feet behind her, wrapping your arms around her body. her breathing is slow, her figure painfully stiff, hugging a tree and not your person. so solid despite the endless embraces where she would melt into you.

you murmur her name, holding her tighter.

ellie can’t resist you.

her hands reach for yours, resting against the center of her torso. her fingers brush against you softly, her breath hitching slightly, before letting out a sigh she’s held in for hours.

just for this moment, the tension settles beneath the old floorboards of the cabin, giving you air to breathe instead of holding in. your hug is so tender, ellie could be lured to sleep by it. and her body is so warm, you’d rather die than pull away.

you wish it could last forever, and the hours prior could be forgotten.

then her phone rings from her back pocket, vibrating against you, and she shifts. you let go, biting your lip, watching her fish the device out. joel. assumingly calling to congratulate her. ellie wishes she never told him, because fuck, this is going to be awkward.

“i uh…should take this,” she whispers, not sparing you a glance when she walks away. you hear the front door open, then shut. you can’t help but walk back into the living room, standing before the window and peeking at ellie, who sat on the porch steps.

you can’t see her face, her head down, a glow from a cigarette, and grey smoke surrounding her figure. it’s clearly not a happy conversation, there was no sugarcoating what had happened. it pains you.

you turn back around, following the rose petals that scattered the floor, all the way down the hall, and stopping at the bathroom. you open the door, turning the light on, eyes falling on the several small candles on the edges of the bathtub. red, grey, and purple, they decorated the space.

ellie really tried to make tonight special.

you stand idly, taking a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, staring at yourself with shame. a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, knowing it did something so drastic, that the only person they love, finds it hard to look at them.

you quickly turn away.

you run the bath and wait, tugging your top and pants off, kicking them to the side. you strip naked when it fills up completely, steam radiating from the water. you step in, adjusting to the high temperature, before sinking into it. it almost burns you, but not in a way that you mind. you just don’t care right now.

ellie is the only thing on your mind. you wonder if she’s talking about you, openly questioning where your relationship lies, if she thinks it’s even going to last after today.

before you know it, a single tear is falling down your face.

you hug your knees, turning your head and laying your cheek against them. you stare out the open bathroom door, to the wood paneled wall, a framed photo of a deer hung on it.

you forget to blink, spacing out, not noticing the creaking of the front door or the floor. not until ellie is within your view, pausing in the doorway, looking down at you. you’re crying to yourself.

her expression softens, not saying anything when she joins you, kneeling beside the bathtub and touching your face. her thumbs wipe the salty tears from beneath your eyes, but they don’t stop.

“i’m scared, ellie,” you say just above a whisper, ellie only hears you because of how quiet the cabin is. besides the repetitive dripping from the sink. “i’m gonna fail you…” you continue, your voice now giving up on you, “scared’m gonna ruin this…ruin us…you’re so good, ellie— i just —i couldn’t say yes.”

you choke into a sob, her green eyes now glistening with unshed tears. “oh baby,” she says so softly, giving you the time to process your emotions, to let the tears fall while she holds you.

“i can’t…” she stops, gulping and sighing, “i can��t change what you think…but i can promise you that nothing could ever change my mind about you.”

her grip on you is firm, reaffirming, as she continues to speak, “we can wait…i’m willing to wait forever for you. i will show you no matter what happens, i will still love you— i will always love you. i just needed…need you to know that.”

very faintly, your lips twitch upwards slightly, ellie mirroring you the moment she notices. “you’re enough for me,” she says, “just you. that’s all i want.”

ellie is, unfortunately, right; it doesn’t change the tainted mindset you have. that, however, has nothing to do with her. you don’t doubt the things she tells you, you’ve never felt more love from someone in your whole life, and you know for a fact that you never will.

and that’s why it brings you relief, to listen to her, understanding her point of view rather than your own, and the cruel demon on your shoulder whispering harsh words into your ear.

ellie williams is the angel.

it’s not the first time she’s eased the anxiety taunting you, and it will not be the last. she will always be there, rain or shine, you pushing her away or letting her in. she truly means what she says. you’re enough for her. and soon, you will accept that for yourself.

“i really want to hug you right now.”

ellie chuckles, a lightness in the air as she gets up, grabbing a beige towel. you stand, letting her wrap it around you, shivering at the coolness in the air. not caring about the water droplets still coating your body, ellie’s arms are quickly around you, her palm on the back of your head, cradling it gently.

you instantly feel warm again, at peace.

after the moment of serenity ends, ellie is leading you to the bedroom. she grabs your pajamas from your still-packed bag, letting you put them on while she does the same. your eyes fall on her pale back, watching her throw a white tee on, looking away when she turns her head at you.

“was thinking about leaving at 8…wanna beat the traffic,” she says, hoping the statement doesn’t go back to making things awkward. just in case, she adds, “can stop at that pancake place you love.”

you can’t ignore the glum undertones of the suggestion, but you still give her a smile, barely modding your head.

you sit in bed, ellie exiting the room to turn off every light in the lonely cabin, leaving you with your thoughts. you hate it. thinking about how happy the two of you were coming here, compared to you leaving. you don’t even want to leave. you want to shut out the rest of the world, but more importantly, your mind.

how differently things would be right now, if you could just do that.

your eyes meet hers when she enters the room again, and you debate what you’re about to ask her. you can’t help it. “can i see it?”

“hm?” “the ring.”

ellie looks at you, freezing for a moment, stuttering, “y-yea…sure.”

again, she exits the room, grabbing the velvet small box on the table, the one she avoided even sparing a glance at just a minute ago. then she jogs back, scratching the back of her neck. she’s nervous as she approaches you, placing it in your open hands, like it’s a baby.

it’s the first time you’re getting a decent look at it, having been unable to observe it during the moment, and it’s beautiful. it’s simple, yet the green sapphire is so elegant, resembling the way ellie’s eyes look beneath the sun. you smile at it.

“i…can’t return it…if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“i’m not,” you tell her, “it’s gorgeous, ellie.”

you don’t want to give it back to her. it feels…so right, in your possession, that you can’t help but nervously slide it down your finger. there’s a bittersweet smile on your face at how perfect it is. how when you look at it, ellie is the first thing to come to your mind.

your lover, for eternity. your lover that swears to you, that your need for her is as mutual as her need for you, no matter the circumstances, it is permanent. that your worries are just that. worries— self-doubt, and bitter thoughts about yourself, that are only present in the moment. they won't last forever. not like you and her.

with hesitance, you take it off, avoiding her gaze when you give it back to her. “i’ll be ready,” you promise, your finger oddly feeling so lonely despite only wearing it for a minute. “i will…i will be,” you find yourself mumbling, ellie getting closer and grabbing your hands.

“hey, i meant what i said,” her thumbs stroke your skin, reminding you once more, “i can wait forever for you.”

and she means it.

#-🐈‍⬛#ellie williams x reader #also wanted to end this with a knock at the door for spooky szn but im a good person kind of #ellie williams fanfic #the last of us fanfic #ellie x reader #ellie x gn reader #tlou fanfic #wlw fanfic #why are you still reading this? do you want me??

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fellandcrow · 5 months ago

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Poetry Carved in Flesh chapter 8 is up on AO3!

Chapter summary: Crowley was starting to realise he was facing a bit of a problem here. Well, not as much a problem as a fucking incomprehensible situation. A conundrum, if you will. Puzzled, that’s how he felt right now. Dumbfounded, too. A bit turned on, as well. What the hell.

“Is everything alright, dear?” Aziraphale inquired, his spoon lifted halfway to his mouth, watching him with a puzzled expression.

“Ngk.”

Aziraphale looked even more taken aback at that.

#spooky draws #spooky writes #Poetry Carved in Flesh #Good Omens #Good Omens fanart #Good Omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #Tattooed Omens

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beomie3 · 1 year ago

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fangs - c.sb

bf!soobin x fem!reader

summary — the proper way of doing your boyfriend's vampire makeup for a costume party is straddling him, of course <3 + the hickeys you left on his neck are only part of the costume, right?

wc — 2.1k

content — established relationship, smut, you both love marking one another <3 rough make out, unprotected sex, cursing, you do soobin’s eyeliner hehe

♫ fangs - matt champion

✩ this is fic 2/5 of my halloween spooky series!

"bin- we only have an hour," you're slightly out of breath as you try to inform your boyfriend of the time in between heavy kisses. he has you pinned against your wardrobe as you two were in the midst of getting ready for a halloween costume party that started in about an hour.

you still had to do his eye makeup but you just couldn't resist him with how sexy he looked in his sharp black suit; black tie snug to his neck, tight dress pants hugging his legs so perfectly. faux vampire fangs slightly poking the plush of his bottom lip. how could you resist?

you tugged his tie gently to pull him closer, walking forward while he blindly walked backward to sit in your vanity's chair when you lightly pushed him down into it.

his chin was about to your chest with how tall he was still whilst sitting down, darkened eyes staring up at you and what felt nearly pierced your soul.

"close your eyes for me," you lightly swiped your hand over his eyelids as you bit the eyeliner cap off and held it between your teeth, tilting his chin up with your free hand.

his legs were spread irresistibly as you stood in between them, tongue pressing into his own cheek with a subtle smirk growing on his lips. you just knew he wanted you and you wanted him just as bad. if it weren't for the time crunch, the two of you would probably be tangled in the sheets. but that wasn't to think about now, was it?

you ran the pencil along his lash line, gently smudging it around with your fingers, stopping to admire just how beautiful he looked in this lighting; jet black hair messily gelled back revealing his pretty eyebrows, supple skin, the soft and sharp contrasts of his facial structure.

"open," his eyes fluttered at the command of your voice, more intense now that they were sexily smudged with eyeliner. you then ran some in his waterline, his eyes never leaving yours. he loved observing you at work, finding your concentration utterly admirable. you stepped back after you had finished, absolutely head over heels.

now, this was it. holy shit. you knew your boyfriend was sexy as hell already but- his eyes lined and smudged effortlessly and dark left you with your lip between your teeth. he was irresistible.

"how do i look?" his voice was low, smoky gaze penetrating yours. how does he look? what kind of question is that? you bit your cheek, a glint in your eyes that undressed him where he sat. it wasn't until he skimmed his long fingers up your thigh that a certain buzz ignited your skin, tickling your core in a dangerous way. the party started in forty-five minutes. fuck it.

you had no words except the small moan that left your throat when you crashed your lips to his passionately, his large hands helping you to straddle his lap and snaking them around the small of your back to keep you there.

"you look so handsome," you whisper into his ear, sending chills up his spine at the warmth of your breath down his neck, turning him on infinitely. you kissed down his neck, stopping for several moments to decorate the soft skin with red marks that you knew he loved receiving. you began loosening his tie, enough to unbutton his white button-up, smoothing your hand over his exposed chest; a perfect canvas for kissing and licking all over.

your red lipstick left lip-shaped imprints all over the contours of his pecks, something he found so hot; he just wanted your kisses all over his body. attaching your lips to his neck, you sucked and bit at the skin, decorating him with your art.

happy with your purple and red splotches on his neck and chest, it was his turn. skimming his nose against your jaw, you angled your head to give him access to your neck; warm and supple for him to suck the life out of it. dragging the tip of his tongue across your neck, you shivered, tangling your fingers in the loose hair at the nape of his neck when he began suckling at the skin, soft and wet lips addicting against your sensitive flesh.

although, this time it was more intense with the dull ache of his fangs against your skin, turning you on in a way you couldn't even begin to explain. boy, would people know he's yours and you're his at the party. your matching vampire costumes would make sense now, with the red splotch and bites across your necks which emulate a vampire bite from one another <3

his hard-on was no secret as it prodded your wetness against your panties. luckily, that was all you were wearing under your black mini-skirt. you began to grind against the firmness in his pants, whimpering as it perfectly soothed your aching clit, tingles darting up and into your stomach.

he groaned against your neck, guiding your hips with a firm grip. you were pushing him nearly over the edge with your pretty noises in his ear; oh, soobin~ you're so sexy. and so hard, all for me? he could nearly explode at any moment. he needed you, bad.

that's it. suddenly, he groaned, picking you up swiftly and carrying you to the door of your bedroom as it was directly ahead, pressing your back against it as you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips. sharp black stiletto heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

he cursed under his breath as he held you against the cold wood of the door, the plush of your thighs becoming revealed under your skirt as the material was pushed up to your waist, his eyes darkening more and more as he looked your body up and down like it was a fucking buffet.

"soobin, baby..." you ran your fingers down his exposed chest, then returned them to his face, swiping your thumb over his lips. "...fuck me."

your tongue across his bottom lip was all he needed to be completely set over the edge, holding you up against the door with one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other, his sleek pants dropping to the floor in an instant. the ironed dress shirt he tucked in so perfectly an hour ago was long forgotten about at this moment, everything leaving his mind. it was just you.

using a finger to hook your soaked panties aside, he looked you dead in the eye. a hungry, no, starved look prevalent within them. you smirked, seeing him so hot and desperate for you all had you almost moaning at the sight.

"like this?" he groaned lowly against your lips, slurring his words as he slowly pushed himself into you. his dick stretched you so good, so hard and curling up to kiss your g-spot at the perfect angle. you threw your head back into the door, only his name and yes yes yes to escape your lips repeatedly, so drunk on his cock already.

"mhmm?" he pressed kisses over the bruising hickeys on your neck, his hips rutting against yours slowly yet intensely, each thrust causing a thud at the door with his strength. he didn't give you much time to adjust to him because he knew you could take him. your pussy was just molded for him <3

"fuck soobin, fuck!" tears pricked your eyes as he rutted his hips against yours so harshly, fucking you so good you couldn't even think straight. nothing but the sound of both of your whimpers harmonizing, the slick sounds of him entering you repeatedly, the slapping of his full thighs against your ass, the thudding at the door with every thrust. he loved every bit of it.

he especially loved getting to watch your chest bounce against his at this angle, nipples poking through the thin silk of your top. he groaned at the sight, leaning down to help one strap off at a time with his teeth to free your tits. he pressed his lips to your collarbones, leaving even more marks behind.

an hour ago, you thought the two of you would be in the car by now, making your merry way to the costume party in your matching costumes. but no, here you were, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind; suspended against your bedroom door, getting handled in any way your boyfriend pleased. but you loved it. you loved everything he did to you.

even so that he now had you bent over the counter of your vanity, staring at each other's reflection in the large lit mirror. tight skirt pulled over your hips, his large hands holding you firmly in place as he pounded into you from behind, squeezing the plush of your ass.

everything about his reflection in the mirror was drop-dead gorgeous; the sweat beading on his forehead, your red lipstick smeared all over his mouth, neck, and chest. the depth of his smoky eyes piercing yours as he absolutely ruined you.

your legs were shaking in your high heels, nearly giving out but he firmly held you there, leaning over you to press kisses to your shoulder blades, exposed through the dainty straps of your silky top that hung lazily off of your shoulders.

"wanna come for me, beautiful?" he whispered into your ear from behind, reaching around to rub circles into your clit, causing you to clench and flutter around his fullness. he buried his face in your hair at the sensation, deep moans and whimpers exiting his mouth. the sound so pretty and lewd and pushing you right to the edge.

all you could do was desperately nod at him through the mirror, a familiar tickle at your core that only needed one more thrust to send you spiraling into white-hot pleasure. with one final thrust, the deepest one yet, you were moaning his name like it was a prayer, his eyes fixed intensely on yours, so satisfied to watch your face contort in pleasure.

your orgasmic pulsations around his cock was enough to have him spurting hot cum inside of you, thrusting it deep inside of you and watching as some leaked out and dripped onto the floor.

"holy fuuck," he cursed in your ear at the intensity of your orgasms, hot breath spreading across your neck that was covered in sweat, his thrusts slowing as you both rode out your highs, catching your breath before he pulled out of you.

your arms and legs were dead tired as they had held you up against the table the entire time, almost giving out but he spun you around and held you tightly against his chest, pressing kisses to your lips and neck, trailing his hands softly all over your body as to show his gratitude. he carried you to the bathroom bridal style and helped clean you up, oh SHIT coming from behind the bathroom door when you both realized the party was five minutes away from staring.

you hastily helped clean him up as well and returned to the vanity where you stared at one another's reflections. you couldn't help but laugh; the two of you were a fucking mess.

but to be honest, you both looked a lot more like vampires than what your original costumes even called for, and a lot sexier too; faces shimmery under the dim candlelight of your room, disheveled hair like you just went out on some sort of feral hunting mission.

the only thing you had to touch up was your lipstick because it was completely gone, all transferred onto him. his eyeliner was a bit smeared but so much sexier this way.

"ready to go win this contest?" you stared at him in the mirror as you had finished reapplying your lipstick, slinging your sleek bag over your shoulder. you almost blushed with how sexy both of you looked, basking in a certain afterglow that just radiated off of your faces.

he interlaced his fingers with yours and looked down at you, the shadow of his figure towering over yours and cast against he wall by candlelight. the two of you were just the perfect pair.

he didn't say anything but instead bent down to hug you, smothering you in his embrace. you hugged him back, suddenly yelping when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, spanking you and speed walking out of the door.

"we can't win if we're late!"

that was your soob; just fucked your brains out, but worried about being late. that was your man <3

a/n: my spooky series was on hold for a bit but i will still try to get out the rest of the fics!! thank you so much for 500 followers, u are the best :) i hope everyone has a safe halloween and tysm reading <3 comment if you’d like to be tagged in the rest of the series!

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eddiesghxst · 1 year ago

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ohhh the post about eddie masturbating in the bathroom was AMAZING AHHH!!

could i request something where nancy, robin, jonathan, eddie & reader are having a sleepover at steve’s & when everyone’s asleep eddie & reader get all handsy, so she jerks him & then rides him, trying to be quiet because they’re still in the same room as the others (robin sleeps with steve in his bed & jonathan, nancy & the two of you on the ground on mattresses) but at some point they move it to the bathroom just a few doors down.

in the end, steve gets woken up & catches them in the bathroom because they accidentally left the door open but they don’t notice so steve just goes back to bed traumatized for life💀😩

sorry it’s a bit long i just LOVE your writing!!

because i won't be able to get the next part of price of fame up this week, here is some spooky slut action to tithe <3

ALSO, im so sorry it took me forever to write this BUT THANK U STINK, i changed a few things around, i hope u don't mind, but here u gooo!

18+ — MINORS DNI

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It’s wrong.

What you and Eddie are doing is so wrong.

It's gross and something you would probably scrunch your nose at and fake a gag if anyone ever told you they did it. But fuck, you’d be lying if you said it isn’t turning you on to no end— Eddie’s fingers working you towards your first orgasm as your nails dig into his thighs to keep you grounded as you try to remain quiet for your sleeping friends.

The older half of the gang decided to pull a spooky night at Steve’s place, ‘This is strictly rated-R, shitheads.’ Steve explained when the younger half tried to join in. You’d all settled into Steve’s comfy basement after a long week and ran through A Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Carrie, and endless junk food and beers before everyone slowly began to tap out.

Jonathan was the first to fall asleep, and once Nancy noticed, she went ahead and moved them to the bigger couch, where she inevitably dozed off as well. Robin was next, claiming she could feel her arteries clogging up with the amount of sugar you’d all ingested and, ‘If I die, it better be in my sleep, not watching shitty horrors with you three idiots.”

And then it was just you, Eddie, and Steve.

One thing about Eddie is when the lights go down in a room, and he’s next to you, hands will roam. Fingers will grab and squeeze at skin, caress and provoke goosebumps across your arms, and eventually sneak into sensitive areas— and it doesn’t matter who else is in the room.

You already knew where things were going when you felt Eddie’s cool rings press into the warm skin of your thigh. You had just begun the fourth movie of the night, Ghostbusters, because you claimed you needed a break from the horror movies, and Eddie couldn’t wait any longer to get his hands on you. Luckily, Eddie’s wandering hands are hidden beneath the blanket you share, so Steve is clueless about the sinful actions happening across the room.

And you were able to hold off your moans and whimpers for the most part, but Eddie was getting mean with it. Two fingers dipping in and out of your wet cunt at a painfully slow and agonizing pace that had your legs quivering. He occasionally curves his fingers up to brush up against your spot, teeth digging into his lip to hide the groan of pain when your nails dig deeper into his skin— he’s sure you’ll leave a mark. And you were doing good.

You were doing so good.

Until Eddie added a third finger, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Fuck sweetheart, you get any wetter than this, and I might have to fuck you now,” with an added swirl of his thumb over your clit, and you were done for.

You moan unexpectedly loud and pathetic, and anybody with common sense would know what the two of you are doing. The sweaty palm of your hand slaps over your mouth as your eyes widen in surprise, gaze snapping over to where Steve is laid back in the La-Z-Boy recliner, and from this angle, with Steve’s chair turned towards the TV, you can only see his full head of fluffy brown hair.

You don’t want to risk it, you think. So, you curl your fingers around Eddie’s wrist and pathetically tug, “Steve,” You whisper, alerting Eddie that maybe this isn’t a good idea.

But Eddie only nuzzles his face into your neck and quickens the pace of his fingers, reveling in the soft gasp you let out as he whispers in your ear, “He’s asleep.”

You look to where Steve is sitting again, wearily searching for any signs that he might still be awake, but to your favor, you find none— and maybe you ignored the small moment where Steve shifted, but between the overwhelming feeling of Eddie’s breath on your neck and the toe-curling sensations he’s bringing between your thighs, you can’t seem to care anymore.

“I’m close,” you rush through a whispered breath, hips tilting up to meet his skilled actions. “Yeah?” He nips at your ear, and you whimper, eyes shutting. “You gonna cum on my fingers? In front of our friends, honey? You’re dirtier than I thought,” He teasingly growls the last part, licking behind your ear before sucking the tip between his lips. You pant his name, this time loud enough to cause Eddie’s hand to slap over your mouth.

“As badly as I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours, sweetheart, you need to be a little more quiet,” He whispers. You nod as best as you can, drool smearing over Eddie’s palm as you roll your hips against his palm as quietly as you can.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie encourages, calloused fingers digging into your cheeks, “Want you to cum all over my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.”

Your legs quiver at that, eyes rolling back as you begin to teeter over the edge. “Gonna take you upstairs after this so I can fuck you real good. Split you open nice and wide on my cock; you want that?” He hums, slinking his hand down to squeeze at your jaw and turn your head to where his lips catch yours as he speaks. You nod desperately and pathetically, and Eddie smiles, licking across your lips once before your eyes squeeze shut, and the dam finally breaks.

Eddie presses his lips against yours to silence your noises, which go unheard with the help of the movie playing. Eddie can feel you squeezing and pulsing around his fingers, and his cock jumps at the thought of what’s to come after he drags you out of this fucking basement.

Eddie kisses you throughout your climax, fingers gently guiding you through the hurricane of pleasure until you push him away with a whisper, “S’too much.”

Eddie lets you have it, removing his fingers from you with a lewd squelch that reaches his ears, pulling his hand out to hold it up in front of you. His fingers glisten under the TV light with your slick coating his knuckles, some dripping down onto his rings. You watch with lust-hooded eyes as he brings the soaked digits to his lips, making a show of licking up the length of them and swallowing every drop. Your cunt throbs, and you shift as his eyes meet yours.

And you don’t have to say anything because you already know, and before you know it, you’re dragging Eddie up the basement stairs with a racing heart and an aching center.

But what neither of you knows is Steve has been awake the entire time.

#HIIIII #IM ALIVE #FEELING SPOOKY AND SLUTTY #eddie munson x reader #drabble #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you

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marleyybluu · 1 year ago

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Two And Counting

husband/dad!Oscar Diaz x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: 18+, smut in your rearview mirror, just a quickie, pregnancy sex, p in v, reverse cowgirl in the bathtub (heeeeeyyyy), just two people in love, some fluff, Oscar is vocaaaal, talks you through it.

A/N: I was high so excuse any misspellings, definitely not proof-read. Also I've never been pregnant lol so I have no idea if this would work irl, but hey that's why we're here, this is not real life.

this was fun to write lol but I lowkey don’t like the title

(not my picture, got it from Pinterest. I want him to **** ** *****)

It was late at night, the house was quiet. Almost too quiet. You were so used to hearing your five-year-old call your name, the repetitive "Mommy! Mommy!" Still ringing in your ear. You sighed, you'd dropped him off at your mother's house for the weekend, he loved going to grandma's and honestly? You needed a break. Just at least an hour to yourself. But now it was so strange not hearing him babbling around the house.

Once you'd come back home you had taken a well-deserved shower but after your shower, you just felt the weird urge to soak in a bath. So you hovered over to the detached bathtub and filled up the tub, squeezing a bit of your bubble bath into the water. You carefully dipped yourself inside the tub, and a sigh of relief and satisfaction left your lips. You smiled closing your eyes one hand on the rim of the tub and the other, palm splayed all over your growing belly. Six months. They'd gone by so quickly, your stomach grew— a huge difference between two months ago and now. It was crazy.

"Hi pumpkin, you okay in there?" You mumbled rubbing soothing circles on your belly. The flick of the bathroom light and the bright beams of the fluorescent bulb ruined your little relaxation time. You looked over your shoulder, your husband Oscar standing in the doorway. Wearing his flannel pyjama pants and... no shirt. Mhm.

His tattoos are on display for you, his arms crossed and his biceps flexed. Why did he have to be so hot? "You two having a good time in here?" He asked. "We were, turn off the light, that's what my candles are for." You complained. Oscar rolled his eyes turning off the light at your command, he walked in, now leaning against the counter. You smiled. "Done with your game?"

He nodded.

"Hungry? There are leftovers-"

"Already ate cariño." He interrupted. You nodded slowly. "How's baby doing?" A smile creeps on his face. He'd been showing all thirty-two teeth since you told him you were expecting another. You shuddered with delight remembering how he was when you were carrying your son. Oscar always had his hands on you, wanting to bend you over anywhere and anytime. He expressed how much he loved seeing you like this. Beautifully in your element, sugarcoating you by saying, moaning; "You were made to carry my babies." As he seemingly pumped another one inside you.

"He's good."

"She." He corrected. He was certain you were having a girl. "She." You mocked, though it did make your heart flip at the thought of him holding a baby girl.

He asks, "Do you want some more company in there?"

Your eyes twinkle at the offer and that's all the confirmation he needed before he began pulling down his pyjama pants off, his boxers were next. You gaze lasering down to his half-hard dick, your tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You nodded eagerly and made some room for him, you scooted forward and he sat behind you pulling you onto him once he was comfortable. You perch on his lap, leaning back into his hold. He wrapped his arms around you, a warm kiss on your cheek. "Te amo." He whispered. "Te amo. You miss Raphi yet?" You giggle. "I missed him the minute we left your mom's place."

"Hm, me too." You hummed. Oscar's hands refused to stay in one place, rubbing circles on your belly, measuring the perimeter with his hands. "I can't believe we're having another one." He whispered. "I know," Your hands overlapping his. "We gotta have like four more."

You gasped lightly pinching him. "Do you see what pregnancy does to a woman's body?"

"I see what it does to yours. And I love it."

Oscar couldn't keep his eyes off of you, you could always feel him staring through you-- a "You are so fucking fine." Would slip out every time. You playfully rolled your eyes, his hands sliding to the underside of your belly, a bit close to your heat, you not so subtly buck your hips forward. You moan at the faint brush of his dick against your pulsating clit.

"We can have one more, and then we're done." You sighed, his hand slipped down further, his palm hovering over your mound. "Three." He bargained. There was no way this was happening right now.

Your nipples poke you, his teasing was getting to you. "One." You insisted. He chuckled as his slender finger ran down your slit, teasing your hole. Your legs spread a bit wider but there wasn't much room in the tub. His warm lips sucking on your soapy skin, you smell like lavender and fucking sunshine, that's how you always smelt. So warm and inviting. That's how you were and that's why loved you so much.

"Two." His last offer before his fingers slowly find their way inside you. "Ooh... Oscar."

You could feel a smile of victory against your skin, he took his fingers out and rested them on your clit. Your hips buck once again. "Two." He said.

For fuck sake!

"Okay, okay, two. Just move, please."

He laughed, you'd scowl at him if he didn't start rubbing your bundle of nerves. Your head fell back on his shoulder, one hand worked between your legs while the other squeezed your sensitive breasts, tweaking your nipples. You whined moving your hips forward, you didn't even care anymore, you were so desperate to get to where you needed to be.

Oscar groaned, "Mi amor, despacito, you're so needy."

"Oscar, fuck, please. I just want you inside me." You cried out. He kissed your back, his hands on your waist as he adjusted you over his full length, he slipped in carefully. Your eyes disappeared, the whites were the only part that showed, your jaw slacked open. "¿Estas bíen?"

You could only manage to nod. He slid down the tub, lying down at an angle so you could be comfortable, you lay back on him and with his help, you raise your hips up and down on his shaft. He was stretching you out in the best way, a delicious sensation coursing through your skin as he penetrated you so deeply, fuck you were so full.

"My pretty baby. Look at how fucking pretty you are. I'm keeping you pregnant." He cooed mumbling the last part. If he kept making you feel this good, you might just give him what he wants. His mushroom tip poked and prodded at the sweet spot buried inside you. You cry and clench around him, your pussy almost weeping and begging for more. "Coño Bonita."

Your head lulled back as he whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe from time to time. "You feel so good, so soft. fuck." He strained. His hand found its way between your thighs once again, his fingers playing with your equally needy clit. It was becoming too much. "Oh god, baby... O-Oscar!"

You were there. You were right there.

"I-I'm- I'm-"

"I know, it's okay, go ahead."

As if you needed the permission you didn't know you were asking for. Your body twitched, legs shaking as they closed around his wrist that was still snug between them. You squirmed, your orgasm taking over your body. Electricity piercing your veins. "Keep coming for me, don't worry."

He was using you to get himself to his peak and it was hot, he wasn't stopping, your body continuously moving up and down. Hugging his thickness for his pleasure. "I'm cumming, in that pretty fucking pussy, hermosa."

You were long gone, your body limp as your high was coming down. You quietly moaned feeling his hot seed spread inside you, you giggled lazily. "Fuck..." He chuckled. "You okay?"

"Mhm." You sounded sleepy. "Come on, we'll clean off before you fall asleep in here." He laughed.

You let him do all the work, washing you off before himself then helping you out of the tub wrapping a towel around you.

You quickly dried off and headed inside your shared bedroom, going over to your side of the dresser where all your products stood. You did your usual night routine and once you were done you found yourself in one of his old shirts and one of his baggy shorts. He laughed lightly as he entered the room.

You looked down at yourself, you did look a bit ridiculous. "What?" You pouted. He made his way over to you, his hands cupping your face, your palms cuffing his wrists. "You are so fucking cute and I fucking love you." He smiled pressing a kiss to your lips, you dissolved in his touch, melting into his kiss. He pulled back slightly but you chased him reattaching your lips.

There was that feeling between your legs again. "Ma-mamita." He chuckled as you smooched him. You whined. He kissed your forehead letting go of your face. His hand hitting your, lately overly ample, ass. You squealed. "Get on the bed." He instructed untucking his towel from his waist.

"Wha-"

He spanked you again.

"I'm trynna show you why we're gonna have four more."

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solbaby7 · 2 months ago

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… can i have an old fashioned/long island neat?

i already did long island neat, sweets. so i’ll whip you up a quick old fashioned instead—here’s some snacks while you wait 🧁🍿🥜

[ “no, no. leave your clothes on for me” + azriel ]

-> BLURB BAR <-

It’s not very often that Az gets in these kinds of moods.

The kind where he allows the darkness of his job in Hewn to bleed over into the bedroom. To be fair, he’s significantly subdued but that cloudy storm in aureate irises is unmistakable—he craves. Desires the thrill of a hunt that’s more satisfying than whatever remains in those dungeons. “Rough night?”

He hums in agreement, hands flexing at his sides as a breeze cuts through a cracked window. “Want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.” It should be shameful how eager you are to please, already shuffling away from the safety of warm sheets and fluffed pillows just to stand before him.

There’s still blood on his leathers but the bulk of his weapons are gone, neatly set aside for now. Small ones remain, little daggers, easily concealed switchblades, throwing knives tucked in most if not all of the little pockets sewn into his fighting gear. “ ‘M a little wound up,” Azriel confesses tersely, his stance too rigid; his touch too restrained when a thumb grazes the line of your cheekbone. Unbound hair is nudged away from your shoulder and you only watch the darkness in his eyes grow when the palm of his hand splays around the length of your neck. Your pulse flutters against his fingertips under the gentle claiming, grip applying enough pressure to make your lids go a little lazy. “Looking for a chase—think you can run for me?”

He can feel you swallow, the roll of your throat in his grasp as your sleepy brain arouses at the implication. So much power you surrender over to him; trusting that he won’t abuse it. There’s no request he’s ever asked for that you haven’t given. “Can I get a head start?”

There’s a fondness in the way he looks at you when he nods, shadows teasing around the bulk of his shoulders, resting against him like a prowling panther. “Sure pretty, only because you’re smart enough to ask.” The praise makes you forget to bother with a coat and excitement bubbles in his belly when you snag an elastic to tuck your hair away. “Make it good for me.”

A brow raises, gaze seeking him out over your shoulder. One finger dips under the straps of your nightgown, flimsy fabric beginning to slide down your frame when he tuts his tongue. “No, no. Leave your clothes on for me.” Greed stains his tongue; shows its head when shadows writhe in barely controlled restraint—predators salivating for suitable prey; for a satisfactory hunt. One that leaves his blood pumping and adrenaline soaring through his muscles; casting iron around his bones and shifting him from male to beast. “I’ll take them off once I’ve caught you. It’ll be my prize.”

A devilish grin spreads across your face. “You mean if catch me.”

#idkk it’s almost spooky season and being chased #being chased through the woods by az #well #that’s a necessity #acotar x reader #acotar #acotar x you #azriel #acotar azriel #azriel x you #azriel x reader #the theme wasn’t specified so implied smut it is #azriel fic #azriel fanfic

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stvolanis · 7 months ago

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hii, i was wondering if you could do a spooky x reader where maybe he got caught up with like the prophets or something, and reader helps him clean up his cuts and scrapes. basically just straight up fluff, bc regardless we all know spooky is a softie 😭

hi! tysm for this cute lil request!💞

It was unreasonably late when you heard the faint sound of pounding on your front door, your mind wandering to every possibility of what could be happening. You crept out of bed on the tips of your toes as you edged further and further to the front door where the knocking began to sound more—desperate. Your fearful eyes peeking through the heavy curtains, the goosebumps risen on your skin uncomfortably. A sigh of relief escaping your lips when you come to find out that it’s just your boyfriend—with seemingly deep cuts and bruises scattering his skin, along with the minimal swelling of a busted lip.

you quickly flung the door open, wasting no time in dragging him inside the comfort of your home before locking the door behind the both of you. Your hands cupped his face, inspecting the rest of his body to see how much damage was done. “Oscar, baby, what’ve I told you? Huh?” You scolded with furrowed brows like an angry mother. He clicked his tongue before plopping himself down onto your couch. “Had to. They were dealin’ to kids, you know how that shit goes.” You were upset, rightfully so, as this wasn’t the first time he’s shown up like this.

you dug through the cabinets in your kitchen under the sink before grabbing hold of a basic aid kit. “You can’t keep scaring me like this, Oscar. What’s next? Bullet wounds? What then? You know I worry about you and—I—I just—“ you stumbled over your words, tears lining your eyes and blurring your vision. Spooky let out a sigh before gently pulling you in to sit on his lip, pressing sweet kisses to your temple. “I know, mamas, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He cooed quietly, rubbing the small of your lower back soothingly.

“You have to promise me. Promise that’ll never happen.” You muttered into his neck. The wet of your tears rubbed into his skin, but he didn’t care. “I promise, mi reina. I pinky promise.” He said as he kissed your shoulder, interlocking his pinky with yours. He lifted your face from his neck, wiping the remaining tears from your flushed cheeks. “You gonna patch me up, sweet girl?” He asked with a smile.

You nodded, moving from his lap to get the first aid. You opened it, grabbing cotton before pouring rubbing alcohol onto it. “S’ gonna sting.” You muttered, as if this wasn’t an often occurrence he was used to. He hummed in acknowledgment with a smile, feigning a hiss when you pressed it to the scar on his arm. You rolled your eyes with a little giggle, and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

his little nurse!!<3

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samandcolbyownme · 1 month ago

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Warnings: SMUT18+, Ghostface!Chris, mentions of murder/killing, death, blood, kissing, hair pulling, choking, biting, knife play, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, filth - italics are ghostface mode. Enjoy

Word Count: 8.5k | unedited

My Sam and Colby Ghostface fic is right here 🖤

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It was a small town, everyone has potentially heard of someone at some point, so the three bodies that have been discovered, so far, you had a connection to in some sort of way. But, so did everyone else, so you didn’t think much of it.

“Did you see they found another one?” Nick asks as he looks up from his phone.

You shake your head, “No, who was it this time?”

Chris chuckles a little bit, “Who wasn’t it, would be an easier question.” He stands up and you look up at him, “Where are you going?”

“To get a drink, you want one?” He looks down at you and you nod, “Yes, please.”

You watch as he walks away and you lean in, your voice low as you speak to Nick, “What’s going on with him?”

“What do you mean?” Nick whispers back and you glance at the door, “He’s been acting weird..” Nick furrows his brows, “I think you’re overreacting. He’s been up gaming with Matt on stream almost every night after you go to sleep.”

“So, he’s probably just tired.” You tilt your head, “Makes sense.” You lean back on the couch and Nick leans over, “Trust me, y/n. You don’t have to worry about anything. Chris would do anything for you.”

You nod, “I know. Sorry, I just-“

Chris walks back out and you stop talking, you look at the tv and rest your arm on the arm rest, your knuckles resting against your head.

“Here, ma.” Chris hands you a drink and you reach up and take it, “Thanks, babe.”

He sits back down next to you, his arm moving around your shoulder to pull you into him. He kisses your head and you can’t help but notice the slight smirk on Nick’s lips.

The first time Chris killed for you, it was like he’s been waiting his whole life to do something like this.

His first victim was a guy named Lewis. He got a little handsy with you at a party, and even though you kept telling him no, Chris couldn’t contain his jealous anger.

Once you got a little too drunk, he had Matt and Nick take you home while he proceeded to follow Lewis home. He walked down the streets, while Chris cut through allies, finally catching him enter one. He pulled the ghost mask out from under his shirt and slipped it on before running up behind him. He slashed him in the back and pushed him down to the ground.

Chris rolled him over and covered his mouth with his gloved hand and drug the knife down the side of his face before stabbing him repeatedly in the chest and neck before leaving the scene.

Lewis’ death was ruled out as him oweing someone money for drugs, lots of drugs.

As you went upstairs to bed, you stopped him before he walked over and laid down, “Can I ask you something?”

Chris looks up at you and he nods, “Yeah, babe. What’s up?”

“Do you.. game, after I go to sleep?”

He furrows his brows and he tilts his head, “Is that.. a problem?”

You shake your head, “No, no. The reason I’m asking is because.. I don’t know, I’ve been in my head lately and you just seem different.. I said something to Nick and-“

“You said something to Nick?” Chris steps towards you, “What did he say?”

You pause for a second, “That, you.. um, game after I go to sleep, with Matt? Was he not supposed to say anything because I’m not mad if that’s what you think.”

“No, I’m not.. mad, I just.. you can come to me about anything, y/n. I promise. No matter what it is.. I’ll always do what I can.” Chris takes your hands into his and you look down, gasping slightly as you see his bruised knuckles, “Chris what-“

“I rage quit last night and punched the desk. I’m shocked you didn’t wake up.” He laughs and you raise your brows, “You punched it that hard?”

He nods, “I couldn’t yell like I normally do because that definitely would have woken you up.” He chuckles and pulls you in, “If you don’t want me to game anymore, I-“

“No, you do what you want. Okay. Just, stay with me until I fall asleep?” You look up at him and he smiles, “That’s what I normally do.”

“Oh, so you’ve thought of everything.” You tease as you walk over to change into your pajamas and Chris slips off his shirt, “Yeah, kind of.” He smirks, walking over to fall onto his bed.

You walk around, climbing up onto your side and you move into lay your head on his chest, “Just.. don’t, punch the desk anymore. I don’t need you breaking your hand.”

“Okay.” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead, “I won’t.”

His second victim, was Brina. She was a demon to work with. You felt like she hated you for no reason, laughing at you, making snide comments, and even whispering to the girls that worshipped the ground she walked on about you as you walked by.

She would change the dates on stuff, making you late for meetings or just not show up in general. One day, she even went as far as telling your boss, who she was clearly sleeping with, that you fucked up a big order when you knew, damn well it was her. The boss was screaming at you to the point of tears, and you almost lost your job.

The day you came home crying about it, Chris went into action and as soon as you fell asleep, he had Matt on watch for you, ready to give you an excuse as to why he wasn’t there.

Chris was dressed in black from head to toe, the only thing that wasn’t black was the white of his mask and the silver of the blade attached to his knife.

He upped his game, sneaking inside of her house after he made sure she was the only one there, using a voice changer to disguise his voice as he tormented her.

“Hello?” Brina answers as she pauses her music, sighing when he doesn’t say anything right away, “Listen, if this is a spam call, don’t call back.”

“Don’t hang up.” Chris speaks, “I want to talk to you.”

“Tell me who this is, and maybe I’ll consider.” She rolls her eyes as she stands up, “Is this.. someone from work?”

“Haven’t you fucked enough people from there?” Chris responded and she scoffs, “I don’t have to deal with th-“

“Hang up on me and I swear to god I’ll make it slow.” Chris snaps and she swallows, “Who the fuck is this?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Chris opens a door and it catches her attention, “Are you.. are you in my house?” She stands up from her bed and stares at her door, “I’m calling the police.”

“Bad idea.” Chris hangs up, kicking her bedroom door open before lunging at her and slicing her throat. She drops to the floor and he stares at her, listening to her choke on her own blood before he leaves without a trace.

Her death was ruled as home robbery gone wrong, they nabbed someone else for robbery a few days later, pinned the death on him.

The next morning, you wake up and Chris isn’t there.

You let out a slight sigh as you get out of bed and walk downstairs to see him sitting with Matt and Nick on the couch.

“Morning.” Nick gives you a smile and you nod, “Morning.”

“Hey, babe.” Chris holds his hand out and you take it, allowing him to guide you around the couch to the spot next to him on the couch, “Didn’t want to wake you.”

You nod, “It’s fine.” You give him a kiss and look at the tv, “Another one?”

“Yeah, we went to high school with him.” Matt mumbles and you lean forward, “I dated that asshole for a few weeks.” You shake your head, “I guess he got what was coming to him.”

Chris’ grip tightens on your waist and he rests his head against your chest, “Sorry you went through that.”

You shrug, “I survived.”

“You guys wanna go out for breakfast or something?” Nick looks at everyone you nod, “Yeah I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Go get dressed.” Chris looks up at you, pursing his lips. You smile and press your lips to his, “Okay.”

You scurry up the steps to get dressed, and you meet them back downstairs to head out to Matt’s car.

Another thing you’ve noticed lately is how much Chris has been zoning out, but little do you know, he’s thinking back on each person he’s killed to protect you.

And thinking of the next.

His third victim, was your boss, Archie.. shocking, right?

He gave it a little bit of time after Brina, even though he was already planning on going for him right after he left her body on her bedroom floor.

Chris waited in the back of Archie’s unlocked car, it was dark. Not many street lights outback, and one camera that pointed towards the back door.

Archie was on his phone, texting as he made his way to his vehicle. He swung open the door, and got in. Chris reached forward, covering his mouth and stabbing him in the chest, right over his heart.

His voice was disguised as he spoke, “Rot in hell, asshole.” Then he delivered a few more stabs before getting out and opening his car door.

His death was ruled a car jacking gone wrong, they arrested yet another guy who was caught trying to steal a woman’s car a day later.

You see, Chris was a lot smart than anyone ever thought.

Every time news of a another murder came to light, Chris was right there, comforting you through every emotion you had at the time. He wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, and you sure as hell didn’t feel like you were alone, even at home.

You felt so safe with him, safer than you’ve ever felt with anyone in your life.

“Hey.” You reach over, pinching his chin gently, “You okay?” He nods, tilting his head down to kiss your hand, “I have a headache that I cannot get rid of today.”

“We didn’t have to-“

“It’s okay, ma.” He smiles, “I promise.”

You smile at him, giving him a nod before you slide your hand down into his and continue your conversation with Nick.

Last night, after you fell asleep, Chris went to Matt’s room and he’s been stuck on the conversation and what followed after, ever since.

“You’re starting to crash out, Chris. You can’t keep going out every night like this. What if she finds out?”

Chris scoffs, rolling his eyes, “She’s a heavy sleeper, and plus, if she wakes up, I’m never gone long enough for the he walked down the street to the store to get you some stuff to not work.”

Matt shakes his head, “You need to tell her, before she finds out the wrong way.”

“Are you saying you’ll tell her that all of this was me?” Chris raises his brows and Matt shrugs, “I don’t know, Chris. But you need to either come up with better plans, or you need to get her on board with your shit so you don’t wig the fuck out on us from lack of sleep.”

Chris shakes his head and stands up.

“Where are you going?” Matt asks in a loud whisper and Chris glances back at him, “to the store to get her some stuff.”

But that wasn’t where he went, and Matt knew that. He went to find the asshole of an ex that you seen was dead on the news the next morning.

He found where he was, which wasn’t hard. He posts everything and anything. He was at a house party two blocks over.

He was standing out back, screaming at someone on the other end of his phone. With a huff, he threw his phone to the ground, shattering it as it hit the concrete. He turns around, stopping when he sees Chris standing there in his ghostface attire.

“Aye, buddy.” Steven laughs, “Halloween ain’t for a couple weeks.” He walks towards Chris, getting further away from the house, “The fuck are you doin’ huh?”

Chris pulls out his knife and walks towards him, and Steven laughs, “You’re not funny, pal.” He steps but Chris walks up to him, quickly throwing a punch that caused Steven to stumble back.

“You think it’s funny to beat on women?” Chris asks in his disguised voice, “There’s a special place in hell for people like you. And tonight, I’m punching your ticket to go there.”

“The fuck? I don’t hit women, okay? What is that bitch of an ex, y/n sayin’ shit again. I’m gonna fuckin’ kill her.”

Chris runs towards him, pushing him backwards and Steven flips over the guard rail and falls down the embankment to the stream of water.

Chris makes his way down there and stands over him. Steven groans, his head gushing blood from smacking a few rocks on the way down.

“H-help me.. don’t.. don’t do this, man..”

Chris tilts his head, bending down to hold his face under the water until he stops flailing around.

“Oh look.” You raise your brows as you click on the news article that popped up on your phone screen, “An update on the death of Steven Myers.” You read down over the article, reading aloud important pieces of it to the rest of the table, “Toxicology report said he was super drunk basically.. dah dah, dah.. he must have tripped and fell over the guard rail, not seeing it, I guess.. and he drowned. No sign.. of foul play.”

You shake your head as you set your phone back down on the table, “I mean, it was only a matter of time. His drinking was a big issue.”

“Like you said, he got what he deserved.” Nick raises his brows, “He was such an asshole.”

“Yeah.” You nod, “A major asshole.”

“Chris.” Nick points, “What the fuck happened to your hand?”

“Didn’t Matt tell you? I punched the desk because the game pissed me off.” Chris runs his fingers over the faded bruises and Matt laughs, “No fuck, I forgot to tell him. We were gaming and Chris was literally the last man standing and died right at the last fucking second.”

“I’m still pissed about that, actually.” Chris laughs, moving his hands under the table to grab your hand again.

Nick raises his brows, “And that didn’t wake you up?” He points to you and you shrug, shaking your head with a light laugh, “I guess I’m that good of a sleeper.”

“Yeah, I’d say.” Matt shakes his head, “That’s crazy.”

“Can we go home now? The feeling of being out with cops patrolling is giving me anxiety like I did something, you know?”

You nod, “I totally get what you mean. It’s kinda weird.”

“Well I mean, bodies have been found, you can’t just expect them not to do anything.” Matt looks at Chris and Chris sighs, “I didn’t say they shouldn’t, did I?”

“Okay. Okay.” Nick lowers his hands to the table, “Let’s go before you two start cat fighting.”

You laugh slightly at Nick’s words and follow Chris out of the booth. You make your way to Matt’s car when an officer walks up, “Gentleman. Lady.” He give you a nod, “Are you, y/n y/l/n?”

“Um, yeah. I am?” You nod, “Can I.. help you?”

He nods, “I just have a question, I was going to give you a call later but I seen you were here so figured I’d just get it out of the way now.”

Chris’ grip tightens on your hand and you take a deep breath, “What’s the question?”

“Were you with Steven Myers in any sort of way?” The officer brings out his note pad and you nod, “I dated him for a few weeks, but he was.. it was a rocky few weeks.”

“Can you elaborate more on that for me?”

“He was a drunk. Couldn’t handle his alcohol.” You shrug, “He got belligerent at times when I tried to help him.. it was just.. bad.”

“And.. you broke up with him.. when?” The officer tilts his head and you sigh, giving Chris’ hand a squeeze, “it’s been over two years now, but he still tried to contact me every so often.”

“Any contact with him last night?”

You shake your head, “No, I was at home. We all stayed in, watched a few movies and then went to bed.”

“And you were all there?” The officer looks at the guys and they all nod, giving him “yes” and “yeah” answers.

The officer nods, “Okay. Just wanted to double check.”

“Are we free to go now?” Chris sighs and the officer stares at him, “You in a hurry or something, mister?”

Chris shakes his head, “No, I just don’t like the crowd that’s forming around us.”

The officer looks around and sighs, “Alright, yeah. You’re free to go. Just, y/n, if I can have a number to make sure it’s the correct one on file.”

“Why would her number already be on file?” Nick asks and the officer points to you, “That’s on her to explain.”

You glance at Nick, “I filed reports on Steven before. Harassment and.. what not..”

Chris wraps his arm around your waist as you give the officer your number and then he quickly gets you in the car, sliding in next to you.

Matt and Nick follow and Matt starts to drive off, “Why the fuck did he act like you did it, y/n?” Nick looks back, “I mean, you get her pissed off enough, I could see going all..” he makes a creeking sound as he pretends to wield a knife, “You know what I mean?”

You laugh, giving him a shrug, “I was at home last night, so the only person who could have caused his death, was Steven himself. They already said there was no foul play, so.”

You sigh, “I just.. do you even think it’s smart to go to this fuckin Halloween party next week? Like think about it, all of the murders have been almost the same cause of death, like what if that person is still out there just living in the shadows until the right time?”

“Okay.” Nick laughs, “Now I really think you’re overthinking it.”

“If there was a crazy person carrying around a knife, don’t you think there would be more bodies being found?” Chris asks and you sigh, thinking for a second, “Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right. I’m just.. scared I guess? I don’t know.”

“That officer just stirred up a lot of bad emotion asking about ex fuckface, alright?” Matt glances back at you in the rearview mirror and you nod, “Yeah, that’s probably what’s happening.”

You look over at Chris and he takes your hand, giving your knuckles a kiss, “You’re good, okay. You’re safe.”

He tucks hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek, “I got you.”

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“So, who is who again?” You ask looking over the colored masks and fake weapons.

“I think I should be Leonardo, because.. you know, he’s the leader.” Nick laughs and points to Matt, “He’s definitely Rafael because of his attitude.”

“His mattitude.” You laugh and Matt nods, “Yeah that’s right.” He laughs and points to Chris, “ Michelangelo, hands fucking down.”

“Oh I already knew he’d be Mikey as soon as we decided to go as the ninja turtles.” You laugh and slide the orange mask and nunchucks and you grab the purple mask, “Guess I’m Donnie?”

“Purple looks good on you.” Chris smirks, “I like it.”

You smile and lay it down with your fake Bo staff.

“Here, Nick.” You slide over the plastic katanas, “You get these and Matt.” You slide over the plastic town said, “You get these.”

“Imagine if these were real.” Chris flips around the nunchucks and Nick instantly shuts him down, “No.”

Matt laughs and grabs his red mask, “I’m gonna go change, then once we’re ready we can head over.”

“Sounds good.” You turn to Chris, “Come on. Let’s go get ready.” He follows you upstairs with his costume and you walk into his room. You sit down to do you makeup first which doesn’t take long, and then you slip on your costume.

The guys have body suites with the design printed on them, you have a green dress with the design printed on them.

Nick convinced everyone that you all needed the turtle shells, so now you all have turtle shell backpacks basically.

You sit down on the bed, leaning down to put on your green boots to match the dress and you glance up at Chris, “Are you excited?”

He nods, fixing his hair to lay over the mask, “Yeah, I think we’re going to look pretty cool.” He smiles as he walks over to you, “Here.” He picks up your mask and spins you around, “Lay it where you want, I’ll tie it.”

“You know what I just remembered?” You turn your head slightly as Chris ties your mask, “What’s that, babe?”

You spin around, “the first guy they found? He was at that party we were at.”

Chris furrows his brows, “Was he?”

You nod, sitting back down on the bed, “It’s actually crazy, because he kept trying to talk to me and he kept grabbing me and even Kat was telling him to back off.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris asks, knowing he already knew, “I would have beat the fuck out of him.”

You laugh slightly, “I know, that’s partially why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want a scene being made because we all were just having such a good time, he left after a while, and he obviously got his karma, so.” You shrug, turning towards him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner.”

He shakes his head, pulling you into a hug, “It’s okay.” He presses a kiss to your head, “But tonight, anyone fucking lays a finger on you, they’re getting smacked. I don’t care. You’re my girl.”

You bite your lip, tilting your head back to look up at him, “I like this.. protector vibe you got goin’ on.”

He smirks, “Yeah?”

You nod, “oh yeah.” You pull him in for a kiss, which quickly turns into a heated make out.

“Guys!” Nick bangs on the door, “Come on!”

You pull away, letting out a sigh, “Well finish this later.”

Chris smirks, giving you a nod, “Oh yeah.”

You walk over opening the door to see Nick and Matt standing there ready. You laugh, reaching back to grab Chris’ hand, “Alright. Let’s go.”

At the party, you were having a great time. Chris was glued to your hip, and you kind of figured it’s because of what you told him prior to coming, but either way, you didn’t mind.

“Do you need another drink?” Chris looks at you and you look into your cup, holding up your pointer finger. You finish the rest and nod, “Now I do.”

He smirks and nods, “Alright. I’ll be right back.” He takes your cup and walks away as you turn to Matt, “How ya doin’ Matt?”

He looks around, nodding his head, “I’m alright.”

You look at Nick, “And you?”

Nick laughs, giving you a nod, “I’m good, how are you?”

You sigh, “I’m actually having a lot of fun.” You look around, furrowing your brows when you don’t see Chris at the drink table, “Chris was supposed to be getting me a drink, but he’s no-“

“I’m right here.” Chris pops up behind you and you spin, “There you are!”

“Here I am.” He laughs as he hands you your cup, “Worried?” You shrug as you take a sip, “Not anymore.” You grab him by the wrist, “Come dance with me.”

“Alright.” He wraps his arm around your waist, following you down to the dance floor. You move your hips and rest your head back on his shoulder as you sing, laughing as you spill a little bit from your cup, “Oops.”

“You’re fine.” Chris smirks, his eyes moving across the crowd before he looks down at you, “I’m just glad you’re having fun.”

You nod, “I am. But don’t you think it’s kind of weird that Donnie and Mikey are dating?”

He laughs and shakes his head, “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He pulls you in for a kiss and suddenly you’re elbowed in the back, letting out a groan against his lips, “What the fuck.”

“Yo, my bad.” This guy laughs, “I didn’t see you standing there.”

“Well maybe look a little harder next time, asshole.” Chris pulls you next to him as you rub the spot on your back with your hand.

“The fuck did you just call me?” The guy steps closer and Chris stares at him, “You fuckin’ heard me.”

“Nah, nah. I don’t think I did.” The guy chuckles and shakes his head, “It was an accident, bro. Seriously. Shes fine.” He looks at you, “Right?”

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her.” Chris puts his arm out in front of you and you lean back, looking for Matt and Nick.

You try to wave at them chalantly, getting their attention to come over.

“Ah, I see. You’re one of them stupid controlling fucks.” The guys raises his brows and you step in, “He’s not.”

“Y/n, don’t.” Chris snaps and you press your lips together, looking back for Matt and Nick. They’re trying to make their way through the crowd, but people keep blocking them.

“Listen, I’m going to walk away now, before there’s actually a real issue.” The guy stares at Chris for a few seconds before stepping back.

“fucking finally.” You huff as Matt and Nick walk up.

“What the fuck is going on?” Matt looks between you and Chris and Chris shakes his head, “Elbowed y/n right in the back, laughed it off like it was a fucking joke.”

Nick and Matt share a glance and Nick sighs, “Come on.”

“Where? Why? What?” You look around as Nick pulls you with him. Matt gets behind Chris and pushes his forward, following you and Nick out of the crowd.

You make your way back up to where you were prior and Chris shakes his head, “Fuck this.” He walks towards the door to go outside and Nick stops you from following, “He’s pissed at us, not you. Just let him cool off.”

Chris walked down off the porch, around to the shadow side of the house and climbed up the lattice attached to it. He pushed the window up and slid in, closing it quietly.

“Why is he mad at you? For stopping a fight?” You raise your brows, shaking your head, “There’s something else going on, isn’t there?”

“No, y/n. Chris would have beat that guy, we didn’t want anyone getting hurt, okay?” Nick assures but you don’t buy it, “No, Chris has been acting off for weeks. You both know I, I know it, now what the fuck is going on?”

Chris slides his backpack off of his shoulders, taking out and putting on the mask and gloves before grabbing the knife, and waiting behind the door.

They look at each other and Matt shakes his head, “Chris will have to tell you.”

“Tell me-“ you scoff, “Tell me what?”

“Let’s just.. go find Chris and then we’ll go home.” Nick stands up and you push him away, “No. no.” You huff, bolting for the door before they can chase after you.

You go out into the porch, looking around for Chris, but you don’t see him.

You walk between the cars and around the house. You even go to Matt’s car, and Chris isn’t there.

You pull your phone out to call him, but it goes straight to voicemail, “Fuck.” You look around, “What the fuck.”

You watch as Nick and Matt come out of the door and you duck down, watching them as they walk off the porch.

You snuck back into the house, asking the nearest person where the bathroom was.

“Upstairs.”

You nod, glancing behind you before making your way up the steps. You bite your lip as you opened each door that was closed, peaking your head in before moving onto the next.

Chris slowly reaches into his bag as the footsteps grew closer, the anticipation growing stronger as his grip tightened on the knife.

You let out a sigh, ripping off your purple mask.

Chris isn’t anywhere to be found so far. You check the bathroom, knocking on it before pushing the door open and you spin around.

His breathing was heavy behind the black and white mask that hid his face, and it stopped once the footsteps stopped right outside the door he was behind.

You walk up to the final door on the right side of the hall, your hand reaching out to twist the knob before you push it open.

You let out a struggled yelp as a leather glove cladded hand meets your throat and pulls you into the dark room.

“Y-y/n?” Chris gasps, ripping off the mask, “What are you doing?”

You sit down on the ground, your eyes moving to the knife shaped silhouette in his hand and you push yourself backwards, “I-I, w-what..” your breathing was fast, your heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of your chest.

Chris looks down at his hand and shakes his head, “This isn’t for you, baby. Please just listen to me, please.”

“Who.. who’s it for? What-“ you felt like your head was spinning, almost like you were hallucinating, “Chris?”

He kneels down in front of you and you shake your head, “It-it was you?” Your eyes move from his face to the mask that’s in his hand.

It was like your hands had a mind of their own as they move to take it from his grasp. From the small sliver of light coming from the hall, your thumb rubs over the dry blood splatter on the white part, “Who’s is this?”

Your voice was barely there, you weren’t sure if it was from fear, or just being in plain shock.

“Can we-“ Chris stops talking as soon as your head snaps up to look at him, and he clears his throat, “Let me.. just.. pack up all of this and we can go home? Talk about this?”

All you can do is nod.

He pries the mask from your fingertips, shoving it back into his bag along with the knife and gloves. He zips the bag shut, throwing it back onto his back and stands up, “You can trust me.”

You don’t look up at him. You just stand up on your own and walk past him.

He quickly follows you out of the room and down the steps.

You push through the people, Chris calling your name as you choose to ignore him as you finally make it to the porch.

You walk over to the banister, staring down at the grass and you talk yourself out of puking.

Chris is standing a little away from you and you glance over, seeing Nick and Matt standing there staring up at you through the fake cob webs that surround the porch.

You push yourself off, walking past Chris and going straight for the car.

“I take it.. we’re going home?” Nick asks and Chris nods as his eyes stay on you, but you avoid looking at him.

As soon as Matt unlocked the door, you get into the front passenger seat, leaving Chris to sit in the back with Nick.

The drive home was absolutely silent. No one dared to even make a peep.

Before Matt could even put the car in park, you were unbuckled and opening the door to get out. Chris gets out quickly, following you up to the door.

You push it open, ignoring his pleas as you go towards the steps.

“Chris.” Matt calls for him and his steps behind you stop. He watches you go into his room and you slam the door.

You were sure what you wanted to do.

Your mind was absolutely racing.

Did you want to leave? No.

Were you scared? No, but should you be? Oh definitely, but it’s weird that you weren’t.

You didn’t know what you felt. You just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the same spot on the floor trying to figure it out.

A soft knock on the door causes you to jump, “Who is it?”

“It’s Nick.”

You walk over, stopping as you reach for the door handle, “Are you alone?”

“Yes. It’s just me.” He answers, and you slowly open the door, peaking out around at him. He raises his brows, “Can I come in?”

You step out of the way and open the door just enough for him to get through and you close it right after he enters.

He walks over, turning around and just looks at you.

You slowly turn around, your back pressed against the door and you open your mouth to say something but no words come out.

“Before you say anything, just know that I’ve wanted to tell you. Both Matt and I did, but…” Nick pauses, “I honestly don’t know what else to say.”

“How about..” you clear your throat, your voice still quiet, “Telling me when, and how, and most importantly.. why.”

“Because.. Chris is a little..” he tilts his head and you squint, “A little what? Crazy? Psycho?”

“I was going to say crazy in love, with you, but those are also fitting.” He sits down on the bed and nods for you to come over and sit next to him, “I’m here to make sure you aren’t going to snap on him when he comes up.”

You walk over, sitting down next to him, “I don’t know what I feel, but scared isn’t one of them.” You look over at him, “Any normal person would run, try their damndest to get away, but I just.. don’t feel like running.”

“Chris.. wanted you safe. He hated seeing you hurt.” Nick runs a hand through his hair, “That’s why we pushed him away from the dance floor tonight because if we didn’t. He was going to snap on that guy who elbowed you.”

“He was upstairs.” You look back down at the floor, “after I ran out looking for him.. I hid by the cars and went back in when you and Matt went around the house. I asked where the bathroom was and went upstairs. I checked each room, until finally I went to the last room on the right hand side and..” you take a deep breath and Nick turns his body towards you, “Y/n. What happened?”

You look back over at Nick, but you look past him, “Chris.. he grabbed me by the throat and pulled me into the room.. I-I.. dropped down to the ground as soon as he said my name and took his white, blood stained mask off.”

“I don’t think he was waiting for you.” Nick shakes his head and you look directly at him, “That’s the thing, I knew he wasn’t.”

“It’s just a shock.” Nick raised his brows and nods, “I remember when Chris came home and told us what he did.. the look on his face..” he sucks in a breath, “It’s like it was any other night for him. He was so normal about it..”

“Who was it?” You take a shaky breath, “Actually.. I want to talk to Chris.”

“Will you be okay?” Nick asks as he stands up and you nod, “I need to know everything and who’s better to tell me than the man who-“ you sigh, “Just get him for me.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes then I’ll send him up.” Nick squeezes your shoulder and before he walks away, you stand up and hug him.

“What’s this for?” He asks as he wraps his arms around you, and you sigh, “Keeping him safe. I know he couldn’t have done this without you or Matt.”

Nick nods and squeezes you tighter before you let go.

You watch as he walks back over to the door and opens it to leave. You hear the click of it shutting and you lay back, your eyes glued to the ceiling.

After a few minutes, another knock is heard on the door and you sit up, watching as it slowly opens.

You swallow as you see Chris walk in and close the door behind him, “Nick told me to just let you talk, so..”

You point to the bed next to you, “Sit.”

He nods, walking over to sit next to you. You slowly turn your head, “Start from the beginning.” You look at him, “I want to know everything, every reason.”

He takes a deep breath, “Can I ask something first?”

“I’m not leaving, Chris.”

You see a slight relieved look wash over his face and he nods, “Lewis Youins. He’s the guy that got handsy with you at the party. I watched as you kept telling him no, but I got so filled with anger and jealousy that something in me just.. snapped.”

“Where’d you get the mask and stuff?”

“The mask was an old Halloween mask that Matt bought a while ago to try and scare Nick and I with.. the gloves I bought and the knife I got for quote on quote, camping.”

You nod, listening to him continue, “But, um.. Lewis.. I waited for a while, trying to talk myself out of doing it, but it just didn’t work. I just had this overwhelming urge to get rid of him because he was disrespecting you.”

A small smile appears on your lips, and you nod, “Continue.”

“I cut through alley ways, waiting for him to just cross into one, and when he finally did, I put the gloves on, pulled the mask out, and ran up to him.” He mimics what he did with his hand, “Slashed him in the back and got him to the ground. I covered his mouth and stabbed him.”

You sit up a little straighter, the image he splayed out for you popping into your head, “And then.. you what? Just came home and got into bed with me?”

He nods, “Well.. yeah, but after I cleaned up and showered and told Nick and Matt.”

You nod, “And the next?”

“Brina.” He sighs quietly, “The day you came home crying because of her and your boss, who I also took out..” he laughs slightly and you look at him, “You did that for me?”

He nods, “everything I do is for you, baby.”

You nod, kicking off your shoes before moving to your knees on the bed, “How’d you.. kill Brina?” You shrug, “And can you do it while you take this stupid costume off?”

“Uh, yeah.” He nods while standing up, “yeah.. I um..” he pulls the costume down over his shoulders and you bite your lip as his bare chest is revealed, “I got a voice changer, disguise thing.. put it on the inside of the mask, and I..”

You raise your brows as he strips down to his boxers, “Snuck into her house.. hid in a closet and called her.”

He stands there and you move your hand to where he was sitting, “Bring your bag over here.”

He furrow his brows and turns to go grab the shell backpack and he hands it to you as he continues, “I asked her if she’s fucked enough people from work and she threatens to call the police so I hung up.. kicked down the door and slashed her throat.”

You unzip the bag, “Should have made it slow and painful. She was a bitch.”

Chris raises his brows, “I didn’t.. know how you would- wait..”

“Save all the questions until the end please..” you pull the mask out, “Who’s blood does this belong to?”

He tilts his head, “Probably Archie or maybe Lewis? I don’t know. I drowned Steven.”

His words set a fire inside of you.

“You.. did that?” You raise your brows and he nods, “After you fell asleep, I went over to Matt’s room to talk to him. We had a conversation that I kept thinking about all throughout breakfast, mainly about telling you. It pissed me off so I went out, found him at apart two blocks from here and..”

He trails off as you pull the knife from the bag, “were you waiting for that asshole that elbowed me?”

He nods, moving to lean up against the headboard, “I was. I’m sorry about grabbing you the way I did.”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to be sorry.” You stand up, taking off your costume dress and you walk back over to the bed, picking up the knife, “I was scared.. at first..”

You look up at him, his eyes meeting yours as you move up the bed to straddle him. His hands fall into your waist, your bare chest on display for him, “Am I the only person you ever killed for?”

He nods once, leaning forward to press slow kissing up your chest. He tilts his head back to look up at you as he whispers, “The one and only.”

A smirk slowly spreads across your painted red lips and you lean down to press them to his.

A heated make out ensues, practically picking up where you left off earlier in the day.

You kiss back his jaw, stopping at his ear with your voice low, “I want you to bury yourself in me as you tell me why you’ve killed for me.”

Chris groans at your words, flipping you over onto your back as his lips attack your neck. You press your hands into his shoulders and look up at him, “I want you to do it while you have the mask on.”

Chris bites his lip and immediately reaches over to grab it and slip it on.

Your brows furrow and your back arches as he grinds against you.

You pull him down, pressing kisses along the white of the mask, leaving a faint lip print trail, “No one has ever killed for me before.”

Chris leans down, his voice low behind the plastic, “That’s because no one has ever loved you like I do.”

He slides his hand down your body, slipping it in between the band of your panties and the skin on your body. His fingers press harsh circles to your clit, earning moans from your parted lips.

“You drive me fucking crazy, but in the best way possible, baby.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as your moans grow louder with the intention of his fingers into your achy cunt, “A lot of people look at you. A lot of people want to fuck you. I just wanted to make sure that I was the only one who would ever get to do that. I don’t like sharing.”

“Only you, baby.” You whimper out as your back leaves the bed, “I promise.”

“I just couldn’t take seeing people hurt you.” He shakes his head as his fingers thrusts into you a little bit faster, “There’s no need for a pretty girl like you to be crying, baby.”

You moan, your thighs quivering, “F-fuck.”

“So I stayed.. I listened to her choke on her own blood, and then I left. Came home to my favorite person asleep in my bed.”

You reach up, your hand laying on the side of his head, your thumb curving around to hook onto the raised part of the mask, “I’m always going to be here, Chris.”

“God I love hearing that.” He groans, “I’m literally obsessed with you.”

You bite your lip, your eyes rolling back, “K-keep talking, baby. I’m so close.”

“You’re so pretty. Literally the best person anyone could ever be with. I love your voice, your eyes, your lips, your hair. Everything about you is just so fucking perfect, I just want to keep you happy.”

Your body tenses and twitches as you come undone under his tough, your walls rapidly squeezing his fingers as he guides you through your high.

“You were literally made for me, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone try and take that away from me, or hurt what’s mine.”

He removes his hand from between your thighs and sits up. He reaches up, taking the knife that’s laying beside you and he slowly drags it down your torso.

A shuddered breath leaves your lips as you watch him stop it at your hip. He slides it under the silk fabric of your panties and slices it open.

He drags the top of the knife gently across your pelvis and doesn’t same to the other side, pulling them out from under you.

He drops the knife next to him and lifts your legs up to rest on his chest while he pushes his boxers down, “Like I said before baby..” a low groan escapes his lips as the tip of his cock rubs against you, “I’d do anything.. for you.”

He thrusts into you, your moans mixing together as you grip the sheets below you. Your hips roll slightly forward as your back arches, “F-fuck, baby.” You look up at him, his head in between your ankles, “Keep telling me how you did it.”

He drops your legs next to him and you wrap them around his waist as he bends down, “Archie was just plain fuckin’ dumb.”

Chris slides into you slow and deep, repeating his actions as he speaks, “He left his car unlocked, so I slid into the backseat.. waited for him, then when he finally came out, I stabbed him in the chest..” he groans, “Right over his heart.”

“Fuck.” You whine, “Did you say anything to him?”

“I told him to rot in hell.”

You moan at his words, tightening your legs, “F-fuck.”

Chris slides his hand up, laying it around your throat, “You know I’d never hurt you.. I could never hurt my girl.”

You lay your hand on his, encouraging him to squeeze harder, “I know.” You whisper out, a squeaked moan escaping your lips as his grip tightens.

“And then, Steven..” Chris lets out a chuckle, “That asshole basically did all the work for me.”

You focus on the mask above you, your lips parted as his thrust grow faster, “Caught him outside, yelling at someone on the phone.”

His thrusts slow down again, “He say me, thought I was playin’ around, so he came at me. I threw a punch, knocking him back. I asked him if he liked hitting women and the..”

His grip loosens from your throat and you gasp, “what?”

“He said he was going to kill you, so I knew I had no other choice but to take him out first..”

You reach up, pulling the mask off his face and tossing it to the ground, “Yeah, you did.” You pull him in for a heated kiss and his thrusts pick up.

“I ran.. towards him..” Chris explained while continuing to kiss you, “Knocked.. him over.. the guard.. rail.”

You nod, your arms wrapping around his neck as you moan, “Fuck, baby.”

“He smacked his head off a rock on the way down. He laid there pleading..” he chuckles, “Begging for me to help him, but I didn’t.”

“Tell me what you did, baby.” You look up at him, whimpers and quiet moans leaving your lips as he kisses up your neck to your ear, “I held his head under the water until he stopped moving.”

You drag your nails up and down his back, “So that’s why you were so weird about the cops earlier.”

He nods, “Yeah, I can’t get taken away from you. I’d go fucking crazy.”

“As if you already haven’t.” You smirk as he sits up and he tilts his head, “If loving you so much to the point of killing someone who touches you is crazy..” he smirks, “Then consider me fucking psycho, baby.”

His lips connect with yours before he pulls out, “Roll over for me.” He bites his lip as he watches you roll over onto your stomach.

He grips your hips, pulling them upward and he slides back into you. You moan into the pillow and Chris reaches down to pull it away, “Uh uh, I wanna hear how good I make you feel, baby.”

You let out a loud moan, pushing your hips back as he thrusts into you, “F-fuck, Chris.. baby.” You gasp, “I-I-“

You arch your back down, letting out a whine as you feel the cool metal of his blade drag down the line of your spine.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

“So incredibly mine.”

“Yes, yes.” You pant out, “Y-Yours.. yours, all yours.”

He drops the knife and grips your hips, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” His trusts pick up before he falls forward, his one hand resting by your head while his other arm wraps around you waist, “one more time, can you cum one more time for me, baby?”

“Y-yes.” You whimper out, attempting to turn your head to see him, “Yes, baby.”

He kisses over your shoulder, “I love you, so much, y/n.”

“I-I.. I love you, Chris.” You moan as you squeeze his cock, moaning out as he guides you through another high while listening to the moans he’s constantly pulling from you.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.”

He rests his forward against hours as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his groans low in your ear as his thrusts slow down.

He grabs the knife that’s next you, tossing it to the floor before he collapses onto the bed beside you.

He turns his head, giving you a slight smirk, “So.. I take it you’re not mad?”

You shake your head, moving up to lay your head on his chest, “In a sick, and twisted way.. I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and you let out a sigh, “Are you still going to get the asshole who elbowed me?”

Chris nods, “Yes I am.”

“Good.” You lay your arm over his waist, “I wanna help.”

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Hi hello, thank you so much for reading! If you would like a Matt one, you know what to do ;) I love you so much, I will catch you in the next one! 🖤

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libraryofolive · 19 days ago

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libraryofolive's spooky section!

It's Halloween Week, which means one thing - celebrations! And in this library, that means 10 drabbles (one for each character in the smau line up!) all about celebrating Halloween with our favourite JJK characters, and a special Halloween SMAU dropping on the day itself!

party time! with Satoru Gojo | You, the trophy wife of the infamous Satoru Gojo, decide to spend your October planning a no expenses spared party to celebrate the holiday. What could go wrong?

candy please! with Suguru Geto | You and your husband decided to take your twin daughters trick or treating for the first time.

to the left a bit - the other left! with Kento Nanami | You and your fiancée have just moved in together, and what better way to celebrate than by decorating your now shared home for the spooky season?

sit still! with Choso Kamo | it's Choso's first time celebrating Halloween, so of course you'll help him with the intricate make up his costume needs.

they shall feel my wrath! with Ryomen Sukuna | Sukuna is 'too old' to celebrate Halloween, until some teenagers egg your house - suddenly, some Halloween mischief seems right up his alley.

stab it harder! with Toji Fushiguro | As an assassin, Toji's skills with a knife are off the charts - until it comes to carving pumpkins, apparently.

don't stand too close! with Hiromi Higuruma | Bundled up in your warmest coats, wrapped tightly in a knitted scarves and hats, you and your husband decide to spend your Halloween at a local bonfire together. How adorable... right?

i'll protect you, i promise! with Takuma Ino | Your boyfriend convinces you to go to a scare maze with him, albeit tentatively. He promises to protect you from all of the scary actors, which will definitely end well.

damn, we look good! with Shiu Kong | Who knew deciding on a couple's costume would be such a faff? Certainly not you and your handler-turned-boyfriend. But one thing was agreed - no matter what you both wore, you'd both look good together.

what's your favourite scary movie? with Shoko Ieri | A quiet night in was all your wonderful girlfriend wanted this Halloween, but you simply had to put a spooky spin on it! A scary movie night commenced, you reassuring Shoko you can handle a scary movie or two. You definitely can handle them, you think.

trick or treat! smau with everyone | In true Halloween spirit, you give your partner a choice, trick or treat. The treat? A more risqué photo of yourself. The trick? You'll just have to wait and see.

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baby, you're a haunted house |rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader|

prompt: eddie is horrified to find out you don't decorate for halloween, and is determined to fix that. based off this ask request sent in by @harmonib for the spooky stories series :) thank you!!

contains: mentions of shitty parents/ shitty childhood. nothing extremely graphic but touched upon. really the rest is sweet sweet fluff. alludes to smut bc it's them, but nothing graphic. for timeline purposes, set after the engagement.

"That's it?"

Eddie's brow lifted so high that the silver hoop piercing disappeared under his curly bangs.

"Yep." You gave a short nod, hands resting on your hips, looking down at the large plastic bowl, covered in an array of Peanuts characters all in various costumes.

"That's- Baby, are you serious?" Eddie's eyes widened, lips pulling in a look of shock, maybe horror.

You frowned, looking down at the bowl resting on top of the counter. You thought it was cute, you thought Eddie would find it adorable too.

"Yeah, I mean, I know it looks small but I don't get a lot of trick-or-treaters, honestly-"

"-Probably because they think no one's here." Eddie scoffed before he could help it, grimacing at the frown you gave him. "Sorry, but... Sweetheart, this is it? This is all you have? All your Halloween decorations?"

You wrapped your arms around yourself, scowl only deepening on your features making Eddie cringe. "So what? It's a candy bowl. That's all kids care about anyways." You muttered, eyes darting from his gaze back to the bowl.

"But what about you?" Eddie twirled the bowl around, examining the wrap around design on the lip. "You don't like to decorate for yourself?"

"No, not really." Your chin ducked down, toying with the edge of the cream fur trimmed sweater you'd bought yesterday. You had been so excited to go shopping for fall, at the first dip in temperatures. Eddie had promised you he'd take you somewhere with real seasons, back home to Indiana where the leaves actually changed.

"What?" Eddie gawked, lips curling in a soft smile, hoping it would ease you out of your own defenses. He'd grown used to coaxing you out of yourself when you got like this, guarded and snippy when you felt challenged in any way.

"That's shocking. I thought you'd be like, the biggest decorating fan. give Martha Stewart a run for her money." Your lips twitched in a smile you tried to hide, eyes finally meeting his.

"I mean, I would like to. I just... I don't know. I've never really decorated before." You admitted, twirling the puffs of fur at the end of the zipper. "My parents didn't ever really decorate so I guess I never got in the habit."

Eddie's eyes widened, blinking in shock. "Ever? They never decorated ever? Not even for Christmas or-or Valentine's Day or something?"

Your face twisted, tight the way it always did when you were talking about something painfully uncomfortable- when you talked about your childhood. "No. Well, we did a few times when I was younger for Christmas and my Dad's parents were still alive. They'd come over and spend Christmas, but my Mom would just hire one of those staging companies to come a few days before Christmas and bring decorations and make it look nice."

"You didn't even have a tree?" Eddie gaped. "Even I had a Christmas tree."

You rolled your eyes, lips pursing in annoyance. "Yeah, congrats, Ed. I had shittier parents than you, I guess." Your tone clipped, dripping in surly sarcasm.

Eddie sucked in a breath, biting his tongue to keep any sharp retorts back. It was still an adjustment, even now that you were engaged, to keep his retorts soft when they needed to be- to be soft with you.

"I didn't-" Eddie's breath huffed, a strangling sigh that kept in the rest of his words. "Go put your shoes on."

"Why?" Nose scrunched in confusion, still lingering with hints of an attitude Eddie was hoping wasn't going to be a problem.

"Because," He grinned, dimples creasing softly into his cheeks. "We're gonna go shopping."

Your eyes lit up, perking at your favorite activity- or so Eddie said since you were always shopping for something. "Shopping?" It was your turn to grin. "For what?"

"Decorations." Eddie nodded firmly, patting his pockets for his wallet, chains jingling on his jeans. "We need some for our house."

"Don't you have some we could use?" Your voice was softer than before, shoulders a little deflated.

"Yeah, but those aren't ours, those are mine." Eddie shook his head. "We need some for both of us. That we both like. So when we're old as shit and putting 'em out, we still like them." He grinned, pinching your cheek gently, heart skipping at the giggle you gave him.

"C'mon, it'll be fun, babe, I promise. You'll like it. Just like when we decorated this house, but better because this isn't boring stuff. It's actually fun." Eddie grinned, motioning towards the painting behind him- a real Van Gogh given to you as a wedding gift, bought off your registry, of the infamous 'Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette'.

"We'll go to that one store you like. The Pierce-"

"-Pier One-"

"-Right. That one. We'll start there, and we can just look everywhere. As long as you want." Eddie's hand slid down the soft cashmere of your sweater, giving your forearms a gentle squeeze that had your skin tingling with excitement.

"As long as I want, hm?" You hummed, brow quipping playfully. "That's a risk, Munson. You're sure you're committing to that?"

"Always committing to you, Munson." Eddie's lips curled. "You know that. As long as you want, wherever you want. We'll hop on a flight to New York if you want to. They might have better stuff, actually. More fall than the places here."

"Hm, that's pretty tempting." Your lips twisted in thought. "I do love New York."

"I know you do." Eddie grinned, his eyes shining with that familiar sparkle of wild that had your knees shaking. "Fuck it, let's go to New York. Go pack."

"Eddie," You gawked lightly, a breathy giggle slipping out with his name. "I- We can't go to New York."

"Why?" Eddie frowned. "I don't have anything to do. Do you?"

"No, but-but I haven't told Jacques. The jet won't be ready-"

"-LAX is still a thing, baby." Eddie teased lightly. "We'll just take the plane down there. Call Jacques and get the jet set up for us to take back. That's when we'll need it, anyways, for all the Halloween stuff we're gonna buy." Eddie's grin only widened, eyes getting more and more wild with the excitement of the trip.

"Go pack. I'll call Nelson, tell him to get us a hotel room at The Plaza- You want The Plaza, right?" Eddie pointed at you, walking towards the phone on the wall in the newly renovated kitchen.

You hesitated, tummy flipping with excitement and rushes of adoration, nodding gently. "I can get Jacques to call instead. He knows the manager there."

"Yeah, you know what, that's probably a good idea." Eddie placed the phone back on the hook. "Last time we stayed there, we kinda fucked the place up. Don't know if they'll let us back. Good call, baby. You call Jacques, and I'll start packing."

Eddie walked past you, ringed hand skittering across your waist, stopping to pull you into him, lips smashed to your in a sweetly steamy kiss.

He pulled back with a wet smack of his lips, grinning wide and bright back at you. "This is gonna be so fun. I can't fuckin' wait."

You giggled in response, brain fuzzy and gooey with a warmth you'd never felt before, not with anyone other than Eddie. Love blinded, completely and utterly by him. Willing to follow him anywhere, and do anything with him, which is why you dialed the phone, feeling like you could float on air as you leaned against the counter, chatting with your family's personal assistant about the spontaneous plans. Jacques' snarly tone of disapproval when you mentioned Eddie couldn't even soil your mood, too stricken with excited affection to be anything other than giddy.

"Oh, what about this one?" Eddie lifted the metal Jack-O-Lantern, spinning it by the painted stem towards you. "This looks like you."

Nearly two hours after landing, you and Eddie hadn't wasted any time. Throwing your bags in the presidential suite before stepping into the chauffeured car, hauling to 5th Avenue.

"I do like that." Your lips curled, running a hand over the smooth surface. "That's really cute. Do they have two?"

"Yeah, they've got a bunch. Look this one has a different face." Eddie beamed with pride, grabbing the other pumpkin, a little taller than the others, making a more shocked face rather than smiling like the other. "Do you want the exact same one?"

"No, I like the different ones. I think that would be pretty by the mantle. On the ledge?" You looked at him, and though you didn't say it, he knew you were looking for approval. Still a little apprehensive at the newness of decorating, unsure that you were doing it right, and just needing that extra push of confidence that Eddie always gave you.

"That would look amazing, yeah." Eddie grinned, curls bobbing as he nodded. He handed the two back to the eager sales person behind him, nodding with a muttered thanks as she took it to the front.

"What about some ghosts?" Eddie reached into the shelf, turning a stuffed ghost holding a stack of pumpkins around to show you. "That looks pretty cool."

"Can you... Do you think it'll match the other?" You bit your lip, fingers twirling the small pumpkin coasters against your palm nervously.

"Yeah, sweetheart, it's all Halloween." Eddie grinned softly, a hand on your hip, giving you a sweet, reassuring squeeze. "That's the great part about it, it's all on theme because it's all Halloween. Can't mess it up."

You relaxed under his touch, giving a quick nod. "I do like that." Your head tilted lightly, reaching out to feel the felt ghost. "It's cute."

Eddie nodded with a wide smile, picking it up and curling it against the leather of his jacket. "What about witches hats? Feel like you'd really like the witchy stuff."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You frowned playfully up at him, swallowing back a smile.

His hand moved to the small of your back, rubbing the skin that peeked out gently. "I dunno, you seem like a witchy woman, I guess." Eddie grinned playfully, giving a small shrug at your exaggerated gasp. "Seems like you'd really like that kinda stuff."

"Are you calling me a witch?" You pressed your lips together, slipping down the aisles towards the brooms and pointed hats.

"Nah, you're definitely more of a vampire vibe. Like Camille from Undying Love." Eddie snorted lightly.

"Why? Because I suck the life out of you?" You rolled your eyes, manicured nails raking over a pointed hat covered in stitched beads that made a sparkling spiderweb.

"Well, I mean, you're pretty good at sucking. Give amazing head, baby." Eddie snickered, his own cackles growing watching you squirm, eyes darting around to make sure no one heard.

"You're gross." You rolled your eyes, lips curling in a smug grin you couldn't fight back.

"Yeah, I think you like it." Eddie's hand dipped lower, squeezing your left ass cheek hard enough to have you squealing lightly, ducking down and nipping at the tip of your ear.

"Put it on." He nodded towards the hat your hand was still lingering on. "Wanna see you in it."

You scoffed lightly, picking up the witches hat. "Thought I was more of a vampire type."

"Yeah, I think you are, but I can't know for certain." Eddie shrugged, stepping back. "Lemme see you in it, then I'll make up my mind."

You snorted lightly, situating the witches hat on your head, spinning it so the long sheer fabric was in the back. You threw your hands out gently, pivoting from side to side sillily so Eddie could see, exaggeratedly modeling for him.

The loud wolf whistle he let out took you by surprise, had you jumping and snatching the hat off with a glare. "Ed-"

"-No, baby, that's definitely a keeper." Eddie laughed, uncaring about the others who turned towards the two of you. "I was wrong, you're definitely more of a witch. That looks so good on you."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "You're relentless."

"And you're hot." Eddie grinned, tossing you a wink that had you bristling with excitement, turning and hoping he didn't see how flustered it made you.

"We'll be taking this, and definitely this too." Eddie turned to the sales associate, passing off the finds.

"Why are you getting the hat?" You lifted a brow, hand running down the bark of a 'witch broom' that hung on the rack. "Are you going to wear it?"

"Shit, I will if you want me to." Eddie flirted, smoothly sliding his hand back over your waist. "Was thinking you could wear it later tonight. Stop at Vivienne Westwood and pick you out something black and sexy. Really put you into costume."

"Is that right?" Your tongue ran over the inside of your cheek, trying to still yourself, hide your fluster.

"Yeah, c'mon, you know how I love when you dress up for me." Eddie's breath was hot on the shell of your ear, leaving you shuddering.

"Thought we were here for Halloween decorations?" Your voice was tight, far squeakier than what you were hoping.

"We're here for that too, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun." He teased, fingers tickling up your waist. "Dressing up in a costume is apart of Halloween, anyways."

You hummed, grabbing at the ceramic bottles of potions, each etched with a different deadly name. "I like those, get those." Eddie nodded, grabbing one of each.

"I like the broom too." You tilted your head over to the one hanging. "And the cauldron. It says it turns on and makes sound."

"See?" Eddie smiled, chin hooking over your shoulder. "Knew you'd like the witchy stuff."

You giggled, turning so your noses were nearly touching. It was nice to be open and affectionate, not have to worry about sneaking around any more or saving the love for behind closed doors.

"It's more fun than the other stuff. Don't you think?" Your eyes batted sweetly at him. Eddie didn't know how to tell you that he'd agree with anything you said in that moment. Instead, he leaned forward, lips pressing against yours, a short but sweet kiss that had you both reeling.

"I love you." Eddie muttered, eyes rounded with affection, nearly drunk off his affection.

"I love you." You giggled, pressing your cheek to his. "This is a lot of fun. I can... I can see why you like it so much."

"Yeah, told you. This isn't even the best part. The best part is when you get to put it all up, ya know? Putting stuff where you want and makin' it all spooky and weird and Halloweeny." Eddie gushed with excitement.

"Yeah." Your tone dropped, looking down at the cauldron in your hand. "Guess I really missed out, huh?"

Eddie frowned, pulling back to look at you, his hand sliding over your jaw, cupping your cheek softly, pulling your gaze up to his. "Hey, c'mon, it's alright." He muttered, voice low in case others could hear.

He leaned forward, tip of his nose to yours, heart aching at the way your lip jutted lightly in a sad pout. "You're never gonna miss out again, alright? I promise you. I'll make sure you never miss out, and when we have our own kids, they won't miss out. Promise."

You moved into his hold, lips beginning to curl in a soft smile. "Thank you." Your voice barely a whisper, taking a slow, steadying breath in.

"I mean it." Eddie nodded fiercely. "You're locked in for life with me, baby, and I swear we'll decorate every single fuckin' holiday until we're a hundred years old."

You held his gaze, locking eyes in such a passionately fierce yet soft way, like you two were the only ones in the store- on the planet, maybe. It felt like that, it always did when you were with Eddie.

"Um," The timid voice of the sales associate brought you both back to reality. "I-I'm sorry, are you still finding everything ok?" She hesitated.

You pulled away, chin ducking with light embarrassment, but Eddie didn't seem bothered. "Yeah, we're gonna take these too." He nodded, passing her the ceramic figures and broom. "Oh, and this." He took the cauldron from you, passing it to her with a muttering of thanks.

"Let's keep looking. I think they said the outside stuff was over here." Eddie's hand found your back, pointing towards the next aisle.

"Outside? I thought you said you had your own outside stuff." You looked at him.

"I do, but I don't think it's really... you." Eddie looked at you with a small smile. "It's kinda scary shit. Not sure that's what you want."

"Do kids like it?"

"I don't know, actually. Never really had trick-or-treaters. I always have a party on Halloween, you remember." Eddie nodded lightly. You did remember, the infamous Halloween rager he had just a year ago. How you'd shown up in a skimpy little costume, resting on the arm of his sworn rival just to piss Eddie off. It had worked, of course, much to your discomfort. Your tummy flipped with heat, hairs raising on your spine at the memory.

"That's right. Are you doing that again this year?" You asked, passing by the plastic graveyard signs.

"I can, if you want." Eddie shrugged. "Up to you."

"Maybe have it start after trick-or-treating is done." Your eyes lingered over the costumes in the corner, a tiny bat onesie that had your heart swelling. "I want to pass out candy this year."

"Done." Eddie nodded. "Usually doesn't start until ten or eleven anyways. Gives us time to change. Shit, that reminds me, we gotta figure out a costume."

"I thought I already had a costume." You nodded towards the front where the witches hat was waiting behind the counter with the rest of your things. "Isn't that why we're going to Vivienne Westwood after this?"

"Nah, that's just for me, baby." Eddie grinned, pulling you close to him, pressing a kiss to your head. "That's your costume for me. We need something for the party. Somethin' cool and weird. Gotta be a good one, ya know? Our first Halloween together, together."

You giggled, shaking your head lightly. "I'm sure you'll come up with something good. You always do."

"Needs to be perfect." Eddie nodded, picking up a plastic headstone with Frankenstein's Bride etched on the front. "For my bride." He droned dramatically, leaving you laughing.

"Oh shit, wait, that's actually a good idea." Eddie's eyes lit up. "Bride of Frankenstein and Frankenstein- oh shit!" Eddie exclaimed, a little too loudly, other patrons glaring at him with cutting eyes.

"I gotta call Ricardo, see if his costume guy can make somethin' happen. Oh man, this is gonna be so good, babe. Gonna be the best fuckin' Halloween ever." Eddie babbled, excited and bubbly with ideas.

Your heart swelled, squeezing his hand in yours as you pulled him down the aisles, letting him ramble about his ideas, decorations, Halloween traditions- everything. You listened, just as excited as he was. You finally would get to have traditions of your own, with a man you loved, in your own home that you decorated with items you both picked out. No longer would the holidays feel meaningless and boring. You finally had what you always wanted, finally found with Eddie.

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