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[ghouldtime]

Celebrating Halloween with the TF141 Men

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃👻 My absolute FAVORITE holiday so you know I had to do this because SPOOKY TIME HELL YEAH

Captain John Price

He's never really been one for it or most holidays. He's usually far too busy to celebrate them and days fly by without him realizing. They're usually something that sneak up on him, seeing as he is preoccupied most of the time and the last thing he's worried about is partying or doing something special

He only really notices it because Halloween has mainly been his busy holiday, especially for more messy missions or times when he needs Intel. In countries that celebrate it, it makes for an extremely easy get away and is a great opportunity to be less covert and more direct. Man covered in blood? Which? Everyone is, it's Halloween. People can look at a corpse and wouldn't even question it, they'll just think it's really good special effects. The screaming? Oh don't mind that, just a soundtrack :)

He's not one who exactly celebrates it in a traditional way. He never really had the time for that - for sitting down and handing out candy or dressing up. That's too much time out of his day and he usually doesn't have that luxury - nor does he feel its sensible. He's far more on the side of tricks over treating, or going to Halloween events instead of participating individually

On Halloween, it's pretty much a guarantee he's going to pull something or do a relatively harmless prank. He's got quite the sense of humor underneath his stern facade. It's usually something harmless like "Did you see the leek in the bathroom?" And as you investigate, it's a literal leek (the vegetable) and he's holding back laughter

If you try to one-up him, he'll just come back stronger next year. You'll be playing a dangerous game but it should always be expected. His team learned that the hard way. It doesn't help he can get others in on it

That doesn't mean the day is without treats. If it matters to you, he'll happily take you to a party or any Halloween themed event that you want to go to - his only thing is that he won't host those, too much clean up and headaches as far as he's concerned

He'll only dress up if you pick out the outfit. It's nothing personal, it's just not something he's particularly interested in, but he will happily oblige. He usually thinks most costumes are a bit ridiculous but what's the harm of getting in the spirit? Besides, it's very much worth it to see you smile

It's hard to get him to slow down and enjoy things like holidays, but with you by his side it feels a lot more natural. He's a stubborn man stuck in his routine of all work, little play, sometimes he needs someone to boot him out of it and get him to live a little. It's difficult yet he'll always make it worth it

No matter what you decide to do or where you go, he'll be holding your hand, keeping you close to him. His attention will always fall right back on you throughout the night, no matter what else is going on. Whether it's watching a scary movie or hanging out at a bar hosting a costume party, he'll always be turning to you

Having someone like you by his side is really what he needed to remind himself that he is human too and anchors him onto the humanity he can scarcely find some days. It's easy to forget the smaller things in life unless you have that within your reach. When his day is all weight-of-the-world stakes, he sometimes loses the smaller picture. Seeing your smile is a reminder of what and who he is fighting for, and why he must keep doing it

He'll be holding you a bit closer, his gaze lingering more so than usual, and the lines around his eyes will be that much softer as he steals yet another glance at you. Halloween might be a night of frights but the scariest thing in that moment would be spending another minute without you :)

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

It would honestly be weirder if he didn't like Halloween. He's dressed like a damn skeleton year round and you can't tell me he doesn't play into the bit (it would be absolutely hilarious though if he just dressed like a regular guy on Halloween. That's a real scare amirite)

He actually wasn't a fan of it growing up, mainly due to the association with all the frightening outfits and his brother Tommy taking the opportunity to up the ante on scaring the living daylights out of him. But now that he's reclaimed the mask and his brother has long been gone, it's a bitter sweet thing and one of the few things that actually help him remember his brother in the best way (seeing as they repaired their relationship when they were older)

Except the difference is Halloween is meant for plain ol' good scary fun. The kind where people can opt in if they want to participate. He's not looking to create traumatic experiences or give someone a bad association, he would rather not pass his own childhood on in that way

That being said, Ghost isn't one to go out and actively wander around or party. He's still his usual introverted self. No holiday will ever change that for him

He still decorates for it, he's having fun with it because it ties right into his aesthetic. Spookiness is literally in his name. He will mainly decorate with skeletons and skeletal animals doing goofy things - it's different each year. The cowboy skeletons were a hit, as was the undead petting zoo, full of those anatomically incorrect skeletons

Yes, all the skeletons DO have names. And yes, they're all puns - he finds them humerus ;)

His ideal Halloween is more of a classic night in. He will still dress up to hand out candy, but also he is spending most of it by your side for a slasher movie marathon. Spending time with those he values on arguably his favorite holiday is his preferred way to celebrate

And yes, he usually will dress to match the part. Most years his costumes are reflective of said slashers or notorious movie killers. He has the right build and stature to make for an utterly killer Jason, Mike Myers, Ghostface - you name it, he probably has a costume for it

He personally loves old slashers because of how bad most of them are, they have a sort of nostalgia to them that he likes. If you're not able to watch those or are too squeamish, he will happily put on other genres of Halloween movies

Anything stop motion is usually fair game! But if you'd rather watch a TV show instead, he won't contest. The Twilight Zone is a classic series OR you can even watch those Halloween baking shows

He will get ridiculously invested in them if you do. Prepare to watch the entire season that night if you make that choice, and he WILL have commentary (Lemon curd? Really? Everyone knows raspberry pairs better with it and it's Halloween themed. Why aren't you making it bloody??)

Usually he isn't much of a candy eater, but he naturally has a fair Halloween stock so feel free to swipe some if you're feeling up for it. He's more of a baked sweets kind of guy, which he has absolutely made SURE to stockpile with other snacks and drinks for your movie marathon. Naturally he makes sure to have your favorites there too, that goes without saying

You won't have to get up to answer the door if you don't want to, he will happily do it. He is, however, never going to be the person to just leave the bowl outside. Halloween being his favorite holiday means he IS participating to some degree. It brings him happy memories. He usually isn't gone for too long, though. After all, he can't miss his favorite scenes (or his favorite person for too long )

Expect to spend most of the night bundled under a fluffy skeletal patterned fleece with all the movies (or shows) you pick all that much more interesting with his commentary, his arm around you. He won't mind if you fall asleep like that or hide into him if it gets scary - don't worry, he's the only ghost you'll have to worry about

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

If you want someone to have fun with and truly celebrate, he is absolutely your guy. He loves Halloween, mainly because it's a great community holiday and is one of the few that's not centered on familial stuff or love alone

Not to mention, he has good memories of Halloween growing up. He remembers being a kid once, wanting to dress up and be his favorite super heroes and the fun that came with it. He wants to be one of those people who absolutely made kids' nights with a generous bounty of candy, the same way that others did for him

He prefers decorating with a more retro vibe. Modern decorations just don't cut it for him and he feels they don't have the same magic. Call him particular but he finds far more charm in the older decor than the new cheap stuff. Anyone can get the newest trendy thing but that display? All vintage (he's got great taste)

He is ALSO the one who has the king size candy bars and the GOOD stuff. He's also considerate - he accounts for kids with peanut allergies and has a trinket bowl they can pick something from if they can't have candy or just want something a bit different!

He absolutely lives for seeing all of the costumes and the creativity that goes into them. He's already looked up the hottest outfits and media so he can know just how to compliment them to make them smile.

He's 110% enlisting your help to pass out the candy and to keep things going. He needs someone to keep him company through the chillier part of the night and someone to talk to, not to mention - he needs a distraction

It's trick or treating - what would it be without a bit of a trick? Granted, he waits til the later part of the night when the older kids are roaming and darkness has fallen. He loves laying in wait in a ghillie suit. No one sees him until it's too late and he's popping up, scaring the living daylights out of them

He's in his element there. Stealth, using his great sense of humor, and having fun? Yeah, he's having a great time. And he'll make sure you are too. You're welcome to join him in his endeavors. He's got a second suit somewhere - you can both surprise those who try and swipe a whole candy bowl they think was left unattended

Needless to say, they learn their lesson fast. It takes everything in him to hold it together and keep a stern face as they slink off. The second they round the corner, he's cracking up. Works every single time - and he changes locations and tactics each year, good luck

He's got enough candy to go around and in the quiet moments, help yourself, he'll enjoy some right by your side too. Have to keep fueled up for the night ahead. He'll make sure you're staying warm (or cool, if the climate happens to be miserable this time of year) and will be happily tell you scary stories if you feel so inclined to listen. He has plenty in store that he learned from when his siblings were little - and ones his older brother told him too

There's many things that can haunt you in this world, and before the night is up you'll be adding his laugh or the warmth of his hands adjusting your costume, letting his touch linger for a bit longer than normal - in the best way, of course ;)

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

Contrary to popular belief, holidays or celebrating them aren't particularly his thing. Like Price, he's usually quite work focused and can be a bit too absorbed in it for his own good. He didn't become the youngest member of TF141 for nothing, this man has dedication

He's still very much learning the balance between work life and personal, it's a thin line he tends to forget about because of how driven he is. Usually all he needs is someone to instigate, maybe distract, and get the ball rolling. He'll be all for it after a nudge in the right way

Like anything he does though, when he commits he COMMITS. He's going all out. He's particularly fond of the artistic aspect of most costumes and having fun with it. It's the one time of year you can wear nearly whatever you want and no one will (particularly) judge you for it

If you want to do a couples costume or duo's costume, he's your man. He's pulling out all the stops for it. He's actually got a decent eye for the arts and he CAN sew. It's a practical skill and it's made him plenty of friends (especially with those who are a bit too big for their uniforms, or who are accident prone and seem to wear holes into their gear like it's their job)

Just say the word or idea and he'll be right on it, looking into inspiration and doing what he can to put it together. He'll even do the SFX makeup if you want (he's seen enough gore that he'll be able to get it right, trust him on that)

If you go to any event, you'll probably win the costume contest. He's putting in all the details he can. Or he can keep it low-key, if you'd rather not have the attention and just want to have fun. Either way, he'll be matching your energy and vibe

He's not really going to want to spend the night passing out candy alone. Sure, you can do some of that - but it only comes once a year. Why not take advantage of the spookiness and the ambiance of the holiday? He'll be the one who would rather attend things like haunted houses, even if they are ineffective against him - he'll spot most scares from a mile away. At least it's fun to see them try, most times he'll just stand and stare or even laugh if they try really hard. Luckily, it means he'll protect you

Another option is ghost hunting, and he doesn't just mean chasing after ghost. He's all for ghost tours or going to abandoned places to see what all the fuss is about. Don't worry, he can keep you safe. He knows how ghosts work, after all, he works WITH one. It might be eerie but it'll be a Halloween you won't forget

If you really, really don't want to go - he'll settle for one of those fright nights that they have at some amusement parks or other local places where you can opt out of the scares. As long as he gets to do something with you and have fun while the night lasts, he'll be happy to do it

The night will likely end with you both nearly passed out on the couch, costumes half thrown off as you sprawl over each other, with some B-grade cheesy horror movie running in the background. Though you're both so tired after all you did so it doesn't really matter what's on or what monster or ghost they're talking about. After the night you've had, you're the only boo he cares about

BONUS

König

For some context, he never grew up WITH Halloween. As in, it wasn't really celebrated or much of a thing in his hometown, aside from maybe a few gimmicky commercial things. With him being so far away from others and growing up in a rural community, it wasn't ever really a choice. His parents certainly weren't participating nor would he

He was made aware of it in school but it never particularly appealed to him or was an idea that crossed his mind. He simply shrugged it off most years or downright ignored it. He didn't see why it would be something he would celebrate or participate in himself - interacting with strangers and loud children to give them candy? No thank you. That was until you came around.

Truth be told, he didn't really exactly see the appeal of Halloween. He's surrounded by death, skeletons, and gloom all day - why would he want more of that? Plus, children these days have too much candy, all that processed crap can't be good for them. He's someone who has to be convinced and have it shown from a different point of view. Such as the aspect of being able to be whatever you want to be for a night and not having others judge you for it, but rather encouraging it

Now THAT appeals to him. Despite the fact he's got his social anxiety under control in an iron clad grasp, the trauma of his childhood and being targeted for being different - for simply being himself still have lingering effects to this day. The idea of potentially being accept for just being himself is still something he struggles with and is part of why he's so closed off. Having an entire holiday where people can be who they want, dress up like who they want to be, and have fun with it is greatly appealing

He'll take some time to get used to it but you'll have to get him out there for him to truly feel the spirit(s) of it. He's someone who needs some push when it comes to social things or holiday events to get out of his comfort zone. Just get him to wear a mask (easy, seeing as he does that all day when he's at work), throw on a jacket, and take him out by the hand and show him the wonderful things of it and he WILL warm up

Seeing all the kids having actually happy childhood moments, laughing and running with their peers in ways he could have only dreamed of when he was their age, softens something inside of him

And it only works more when they don't look at him in fear or cower but rather in awe, because he's a big guy - he knows it. And in a costume of any kind, he blends right in and is JUST who kids want to see on Halloween

The blow that finally struck through right to his heart was when you took him by the hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as you walked with him down the street to take a look at all the decorated houses as trick or treaters ran about. The warmth he felt wasn't just from you being tucked against his side, but rather deep within as you smiled up at him and asked what he would like to be next year. It's not from you being physically there with him alone, it's from the fact you cared enough to BE with him and to show him what he was missing far beyond the surface level alone. It's the fact you even bothered to try and the fact you cared about him enough to try and bring him some joy in a usually bleak world

That's all he needs to hear to already be planning it out in his head as his face flushes. Thank goodness he's wearing the mask. He certainly doesn't know himself but he does know one thing - it's going to be a couples costume. And he's going to be celebrating with you :)

[earthchica]

For The Good Times

professer wizard! terry richmond x black fem! {rebel witch!} reader

Summary: Rumors are circulating in the realm of magic that you, known as the Sun Witch, have gone rogue and are killing other wizards and witches. However, they were not innocent; they were responsible for murdering half-bloods. Your on-and-off boyfriend, Terry, learns about this and comes to hunt you down to confront you about it.

warning: angst, mention of death, loss, wizards and witches, half-bloods, death, killing, magic, one use of daddy, realm of magic, explicit smut (18+), oral (m & f), unprotected sex, nicknames (baby, baby girl)

note: I fixed the visuals much better, but I hope y'all enjoyed it. happy halloween, everyone. 👻🦇🎃

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When Terry first heard the shocking news that you were killing wizards and witches, disbelief washed over him. He struggled to grasp the reality of it; the thought seemed utterly unfathomable. Deep down, he recognized your rebellious nature—how you often bent the academy's stringent rules to your will. You thrived on defiance, a quality that both intrigued and terrified him.

Knowing he was on your trail added an exciting bliss to your days. You couldn't resist the urge to leave behind little clues, sparks that would lead him to you.

As you observed him from the shadows, you felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. You watched intently as he approached the quaint cabin you had conjured from thin air, a temporary refuge in the dark woods.

Just as he turned his head in your direction, you instinctively ducked behind a tree, heart pounding in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to be seen, even though part of you longed for him to uncover the truth. After a moment, you peered out cautiously, only to find that he had disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Confusion set in, but you pressed on, edging closer to the cabin. The night was silent, the only sounds of rustling leaves and your breath. Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine as you felt a familiar presence looming behind you, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Hi, Terry,” you called out as you turned around, your eyes meeting his. A warm smile spread across your face, brightening the moment as you took in his tall, stern figure.

"I was hoping you would find me here; what brings you here, handsome?" You asked as he frowned.

"I think you know why I am here. Is it true...are you really killing our kind for power?" Terry asked in a disappointed tone.

"I'm guessing you've heard, huh?" You asked softly, stepping closer to him. Your heart raced as you tried to bridge the distance. However, instead of welcoming your approach, he cautiously stepped back, a gesture that stung more than you expected.

"Just tell me you didn't actually kill them." He stared intently at you, searching your face for a glimmer of reassurance, but the silence stretched on, heavy and unyielding.

His heart raced as your lack of response sank in, leaving him to grapple with the chilling possibility of what you might be capable of.

"TELL ME!" Terry urged, raising his voice as frustration began to creep into his tone. His brow furrowed, and he leaned forward, hoping to convey the urgency of his request.

"I did….." You began, your voice trailing as you struggled to find the right words. The look on his face was one of utter devastation as if your admission had shattered something within him.

"But they were bad," you continued, your tone growing more urgent.

"They are killing young half-breed witches and wizards—innocent ones—completely violating the guidelines set forth by the council. And the council is doing nothing to stop this. So I decided I couldn't stand by any longer and took matters into my own hands," You said, clearing your throat to steady your voice.

"Okay, I understand, but I firmly believe that resorting to violence is not a solution. It's crucial to consider the consequences of such actions. You need to remember that this situation is not solely your responsibility to bear. I can't help but wonder what's your fascination with half-breed."

"Ugh, if I tried to explain myself? You wouldn't understand; you got the council so far up your ass you don't know even know you've been brainwashed," You raised your voice, frustration evident in your tone, before growling and striding purposefully toward your cabin.

"I'm not brainwashed; come back and explain yourself," Terry declared, his voice firm and unwavering. With a wave of his hand, he summoned his blue magic, which wrapped around you like a powerful tether, pulling you closer to him.

Determined not to yield, you concentrated and swirled your hand in the vibrant glow of yellow energy that flickered at your fingertips. In one swift motion, you released a surge of energy, directing it at him in a dazzling blast.

The force of the attack sent him hurtling backward, but with remarkable agility, he regained his balance mid-air. As he stood upright again, you locked eyes with him; his glowing blue irises sparkled with irritation, revealing the intensity of his frustration.

Both of you engaged in an unexpected dual, each of you unleashing powerful blasts of magic. As your spells collided, the air crackled with energy, sending sparks flying in every direction. You looked around, intertwining between the towering trees below, the branches snapping under the force of your confrontation.

With each strike, you let out fierce screams of determination, channeling all your strength into hitting him repeatedly. Then, with one final hard hit, Terry lost grip on the air and tumbled to the ground. You land hard on top of him, staring your eyes into his soul as your heart races from the adrenaline of the fight.

"You want to know why I did what I did?" You asked, your body shaking angrily.

"One of the victims was my sister. I have protected her since birth, and yet I couldn't save her. Because of this, I refuse to let anyone interfere with my efforts to protect the half-blood boys and girls, even if it means standing up to you." You spoke in grief, and your eyes shone a vibrant yellow.

Terry looked up at you, his expression tightening with concern as he tried to organize his thoughts. His brow creased deeply, revealing the internal conflict he was experiencing.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched yours for understanding, a mix of regret and empathy evident in his gaze.

The moment's weight hung heavily in the air as he tried to come to terms with the reality of the situation unfolding before him. You clenched your jaw tightly, feeling sadness wash over you as you stepped back, putting distance between yourself and Terry.

"I’m giving you two options, Terry. You can walk away right now and never look back, or you can stay and help me. I'm building my own school for half-bloods, a place for them to be safe. It’s completely up to you, but you need to decide." The weight of your words hung in the air, both a challenge and a plea.

Terry fixed his gaze on you with an intensity that made your heart race, his eyes searching yours for answers. He took a deliberate step closer, the distance between you shrinking as the air grew thick.

You caught his gaze momentarily before instinctively wiping away the tears spilling down your cheeks. A sense of vulnerability washed over you, prompting you to look away as if breaking the connection would ease the weight on your heart.

Without hesitation, Terry reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His warm and reassuring touch made you feel a flutter of comfort amidst the rage.

He gently brushed away the remaining tears, his thumb grazing your brown skin softly. At that moment, nothing else mattered but how he tried to soothe your pain, making you feel seen and understood.

"I want to stay with you. I know I never told you this, but I love you more than I can express. I came here to uncover the truth. Now that I’m here and I know it. I want to be with you and stand by your side." Terry said, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Terry, what will happen to your place at the academy and the council?” You asked, a wave of confusion washing over you.

“Are you really willing to give all that up just for me?” Your voice trembled slightly as the weight of the decision hung between you.

"Yes, I can live without that, but when it comes to you, I just can't imagine my life without you by my side. Baby girl, I want us to stay together, no more back-and-forth, for real this time," He says, his voice soft and earnest.

Both of you leaned in, and the world around you faded away as a rush of warmth and excitement coursed through you. The kiss was electric, filled with a mix of longing and tenderness that left you breathless. With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted you into his arms, his strong hands cradling you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

The cabin's rustic charm awaited just a few steps away. He carried you through the door, and you could already feel the warmth of the fireplace beckoning, ready to envelop the two of you in its glow. You snapped each other's clothes, causing Terry to laugh. Now, naked, you lay down on the bed.

"I noticed you always love doing that, but I'm not mad at it," He said, gazing down at you with admiration, taking in your body's graceful curves and features, clearly appreciating your presence.

With a playful smile, you looked up at him from your position on the bed, your locs cascading around you. "I just want to get your clothes off of you faster so you can make up the time to make love to me," you said, your eyes sparkling.

"We can time all the time we need, baby. I'm not going anywhere," Terry said, shifting his weight above you as his eyes filled with love. He leans in to kiss your lips passionately while you felt the erect of his dick against your belly.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer. Terry started by kissing all down your body until he reached your core. You couldn't help but let out a deep moan as you observed him, captivated by the powerful aura he exuded while he was between your legs.

His elbows rested firmly at his sides, and his back was taut with muscle, reminiscent of a predator ready to pounce on its prey. The way he focused intently on the pleasure at hand, with every lick through your wet folds, made it clear that he was fully engaged, giving off an undeniable sense of determination to pleasure you.

Terry begins going faster, his fingers gliding over your legs. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he worked his tongue in and out of you, he looked up at you with his captivating hazel-green eyes, their warmth inviting you to let go and fully embrace his tongue.

"Ahh, Terry...fuck!" You moaned deeply, feeling the rise and fall of your chest as you lay there on the bed, your fingers resting lightly on the back of his head. A soft sigh escaped his lips, loving the sweet sounds that you made while he devoted your pussy.

"How does it feel, baby girl?" He asked as his hands began to move, swirling with a gentle precision as they caressed and massaged your breasts, sending shivers of sensation coursing through you. The warmth of his tongue swirling in and out between your wet folds ignited a flutter of arousal within, leaving you close to the edge.

"Fuck, it feels so good. Fuck, i'm gonna cum-I'm-fuck-fuck" You cried, feeling the most powerful orgasm overwhelms you, making you arch your back, and your toes curl.

"Mmmm, fuck, you taste so amazing, baby," Terry says before moving up to kiss you but you magically flip him over onto his back.

"Now it’s your turn," You said with a warm smile and began playing with the precum on his tip; you loved the throbbing feeling of his dick beneath your touch. You watched as he tilted his head slightly, eager for more.

Terry let out a low moan as his arms flexed, reacting to your hands working their magic. You lowered your mouth to the head of his dick, sucking gently, and swirled your tongue around the tip.

"Just like that, fuck, you are so beautiful," Terry says, resting his large hand behind your head. You smirked, continuing to suck him like a lollipop, flicking your tongue until he pulled you up to his chest and flipped you on your back.

"Fuck, I need you," Terry says, springing into action. His muscular arms flanked you as his body hovered over yours. His broad chest pressed firmly against yours, the warmth of his body enveloping you.

As he leaned in closer, his lips brushed against yours softly, sending a shiver down your spine. You gasped, feeling him slide his dick inside you and begin to thrust in and out, placing gentle kisses on your neck and chest.

"You like that? does that feel good?" Terry gently leaned back, his warm breath lingering on your skin as he pulled away from your neck. His piercing gaze locked onto your eyes, searching for a deeper gauge of your feelings.

"Yes, so fucking good, baby," You purred softly, placing your hand on his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart seemed to synchronize with your breath.

"You feel so good being inside of you again. I couldn't get this pussy out of my mind. Fuck, so fucking tight. I love you, I love you so much. You know that, right?" Terry asked, and you let out an appreciative and loving moan.

"Shit, fuck me, yes! Terry. Oh, I love you so much," You moaned. Terry grips his hands to your waist, holding you in place and driving his dick into you harder, making you moan loud at the sudden speed.

"You gonna cum for me again, huh? Like a good girl? Are you gonna cum all over this dick? Yeah?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," You shout out loud; your eyes begin to glow as your voice echoes, feeling another powerful orgasm overwhelm you, crashing into you like an unstoppable train. The intensity of sensation sweeps over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Your muscles twitched uncontrollably, and the tremors in your legs made it difficult to calm down. Despite the exhaustion radiating through your body, you could feel Terry's desire pushing you forward, and deep down, you didn't want him to stop.

"Terry," You whined as he let out a slight chuckle, turned you on your stomach, and slowly thrusting inside of you while giving you light kisses on your back to calm you down a little bit and then began to thrusted faster and harder.

Terry, being inside of your pussy was always an incredibly blissful experience; every moment felt indulgently pleasurable. The warmth of your walls and clenching around his dick he cherished deeply.

"Oh, baby girl. You…feel so damn good..I'm...cum inside your little pretty pussy, would you like that?" Terry whispered intensely into your ear, grabbing your neck from behind and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Mmm, yes, oh fuck" You let out a cry, your fingers tightening around the wooden headboard of the bed as if seeking stability. The bed creaked softly under pressure, and your heart raced as he thrusted a little faster; it only took a dozen or so thrusts for you to cum for the third time.

"Please cum inside me; I want to feel it inside of me, Terry. Fucking nut in that pussy, Daddy."

Terry moaned out of your name and exploded his load inside of you; he shuddered, convulsing, as he rode out his orgasm. He collapsed onto his back on the other side of the bed, the soft mattress cushioning his fall.

A feeling of deep satisfaction washed over him as looking over at you. You gently placed your hand resting over his heart. The warmth of his body radiated through your skin, creating an intimate moment between you.

Terry turned his gaze fully toward you, his eyes filled with love and affection. He carefully grasped your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a sweet, lingering kiss against your palm.

"I love you, We can do this togather," Terry whispered softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his strong arms around you. He pulled you closer, the rhythm of his breath soothing and steady, creating a sense of safety that enveloped you.

As he leaned down, he gently kissed your forehead, the touch tender and reassuring. You felt a wave of comfort but a little doubt wash over you as you nestled against him, trying to drift off to sleep in the warmth of his embrace.

The clock struck midnight, and you were still awake. The moonlight spilled through the window and cast shadows across your bedroom. Tears welled in your eyes, a testament to the heavy weight on your heart. Deep down, you knew what you had to do.

Terry woke up to the bed's emptiness, realizing you were no longer there. The morning sunlight spilled gently through the curtains, casting soft shadows in the room as he lay still, wondering where you had gone.

Just as he started to feel the weight of concern settle in, a letter unexpectedly materialized on the pillow next to him, as if it had been waiting for him all along. Intrigued and slightly bewildered, he reached for the envelope, his heart racing with curiosity.

As he carefully opened it, he could feel anxiety wash over him, eager to discover what words awaited him inside.

Dear Terry,

I want to start by expressing just how much I love you. You have brought so much joy and light into my life that it's hard for me to do this, but after much reflection, I realized I needed to let you go. You are incredibly important to the Realm of Magic Academy, and I can see how passionate you are about pursuing a teaching position there. You have the potential to make a difference within the council. I don't want you to resent me for holding you back. It would be best to part ways and focus on our individual journeys. I will always treasure the good times we’ve shared, and I hope you find fulfillment and happiness.

Take care of yourself, Terry.

Love, [Your Name]

Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, Terry tore the letter into shreds, each rip resonating with his frustration and sorrow. With a quick motion, he threw the torn pieces across the room, inadvertently using his powers to strike the windows. His heart ached with heartbreak, and each fragment of paper reminded him of the love he had lost.

[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in Your Area

Chapter 2

It was a very weird ride. Danny felt like he was an authority on uncomfortable and strange conversations, given his bizarre family and all the experiences he'd had: but it was exquisitely uncomfortable sitting next to his bride sacrifice and making conversation.

The guy didn't offer his name. He was- honestly, he was built. Danny tried not to get caught visually measuring how absurdly broad the guy's shoulders were. He was weirdly offended that the cultists had sent him someone who was more ripped than he was.

"What's that?" The guy prompted. Jason. This guy's name was Jason. It was a little hard to keep in mind given he didn't really look like a Jason. He looked like… The Red Biker 👻😱🩸 or some shit.

Danny mentally rewound his own babbling and brightened when he realized that there was at least some interest in NASA's newest telescope. He infodumped on rote. It genuinely was an interesting topic! But he'd told 3 people about it already so it didn't take all of his attention.

At one point, Jason pinched his middle finger and used the grip to pull off his glove. Danny swallowed. He tried not to stare at the first glimpse of skin. It was not super light or super dark– a little tanner than Danny, maybe. Not that that said much when he was living like a cave creature in a dorm room, trying to get the grades to be an astronaut.

'He's human,' Danny thought. Of course he was, he'd been sent from earth, but-

He just felt like a ghost.

The confusion put his hackles up. It was weird to perceive this guy as a possible threat. But he wasn't! He was just some hot dummy who got caught by friggin Jeremy Waters. Jeremy. Come on. It didn't get much sadder than that.

But overall? He could see why the Infinite Realms had gotten mixed up enough to accept this guy. Red was definitely weird enough to be a ghost, dressed up for the combination war front/biker bar/club. He hadn't made a move to take off his ugly motorcycle helmet the whole time they'd been talking. It was kind of creepy, to be honest.

The most disturbing part was that he smelled, like, really good. He smelled like sexy death and Danny kinda wanted to roll around in it like the world's most educated cat.

It was with some relief that Danny bounded away from his semi husband, up the stairs to Clockwork. "You know who it is and why I'm here!" He hollered, hands making a megaphone shape around his mouth. "Help me! I'm too young to be a child bride."

"Technically," Clockwork said, floating pleasantly into view, "you are too old to be a child bride. As you are not a child, Danny."

He waved that off. "I'm a kid on the inside," he dismissed. "And 19 is basically a high schooler."

"As you say." Clockwork drifted away. Danny followed. "How is your university coursework?"

"It's fine." Danny shrugged. "The Gen Eds are giving me war flashbacks to Mr. Lancer, though."

"You liked him," Clockwork said.

Danny bristled. "I did not!"

He kinda had. Mr. Lancer could have been a lot worse.

That was beside the point. Danny caught up to his ghost mentor. "I can't be distracted from this," he said, aiming for stern. "There's some human out there who wants to go home. I also want him to go home. How do we make that happen ?"

"Why Danny, have you forgotten about portals?"

Danny scowled. "You know what I mean," he groused. "I want to send him home single. Unattached. Not married to me at all."

Clockwork finally stopped moving and looked directly at him. His large eyes held only a kind of curiosity. "I suppose that you could banish him. That would have the effect of ending your relationship."

Danny hesitated. He'd learned that accepting suggestions on their face could go very badly. "That seems kinda harsh," he said. "Would there be any repercussions of that?"

Clockwork hummed from the back of his throat. "Yes, it would prevent young Jason from becoming a ghost when he passes again. Excuse me, I want that shelf behind you."

Danny moved out of the way on reflex before he processed those words. "That sounds bad."

The older ghost seemed to shrug. "The Ghost king can banish ghosts, and your paramour is ghostly enough to qualify. It would solve your current dilemma."

He deliberately chose not to respond to the word 'paramour.'

"I'm actually looking for a solution that doesn't interfere with the state of his soul and afterlife," Danny said dryly. Then he blinked. "You're really gonna call him Jason?"

Clockwork reached up and withdrew a metal object from the shelf. It clicked in his hand. "Indeed."

Danny waited for another divorce suggestion. When Clockwork didn't give one, he groaned. "How do I find another solution?" He asked, tired. This was another test, wasn't it? It was a chance for him to problem solve on his own.

That netted him a beaming smile. "You should take him to the royal library."

"And look for information about ghost divorces?" Danny asked. Clockwork gave him an enigmatic smile.

He chose to believe that was a yes. Danny patted his mentor's shoulder. "Thanks!" He shouted, already turning on his heel. "I'll do that. Have a good day!"

"Goodbye, Danny."

Jason hadn't moved at all, sitting weirdly tense and tall in the passenger seat. Danny gave him a nervous smile as he jumped in.

"Did you find out anything?" Jason asked. His voice was even enough to obscure whatever it was he thought, and the helmet made the words come out kinda flat and mechanical.

Danny winced. "Yes and no," he said, trying to find cheerful. "The first solution seems kinda bad, to be honest, so let's go to the library and look for another one!"

"...Ghosts have public libraries?" Jason said.

"No," Danny said. And then he frowned. "Maybe? I don't know. I haven't seen one but I haven't been here long. We're going to Pariah's creepy old castle to look at his library." He started up the Specter Speeder and took off. "It's big. And he was a real creep, so he probably had, uh." He cleared his throat. "Paramours." His face was getting hot and red. Maybe it wasn't obvious. He tried to look unaffected. "Probably why that ritual was out there," he babbled. Wow, the minutes separating their destinations felt very long when he was digging a verbal hole. "He probably had a lot of sacrifices he accepted, maybe that's where the skeleton army came from actually."

"Skeleton army?" Jason managed to sound incredulous through the world's ugliest motorcycle helmet. "How do ghosts and skeletons both exist in proximity?" He cleared his throat. "I mean, if you don't need the physical body to exist, why would anyone retain their corpse?"

Danny laughed nervously. "Yeah, that's weird," he agreed.

'Don't ask me afterlife questions,' he mentally begged. 'I just work here. I don't know the answers.'

"Metaphysically-"

"Do you like sports?" Danny interrupted in a high voice.

Jason paused. "No. Do you?"

"...Not really," Danny admitted, thinking of getting ganged up on in dodgeball and knocked down in basketball.

They existed in what felt like a confused silence for a few minutes. Danny parked the Speeder outside of the castle and I clicked his seatbelt with a rush of relief. "We're here," he said. He threw open the top.

Jason didn't move from where he was flat against the backrest, only lifting his head. "... Should I come too?"

Danny blinked down at him and waved a hand in invitation. "Yeah, let's go. This is kinda my place now so I can invite you in."

Jason moved forward abruptly, like he'd just gotten unstuck from the seat. Something about it looked wrong to his hindbrain. But Danny dismissed it and started off at a jog. It wasn't his business if Jason was a weird little guy. (Weird big guy? It didn't sound the same, but Jason wasn't petite.)

Jason paused on the battlements. Danny looked back and tried to see it from his perspective. The architecture was jagged, pitch black, and without any of the friendly colorful touches a castle should have. "It's kind of creepy," he said apologetically. "Pariah has just the worst vibe. Rancid energy."

"...Is it smart to say that?" Jason wondered. He started walking again.

Danny shrugged. "What's he gonna do to me?" He asked rhetorically. "Get his butt kicked again?"

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Since halloween is coming soon... May I please request the cod men and reader are parents, and their child wants to dress up as their dad.

The cod men x fem reader

The cod men and reader were surprised by the costume that they made it look exactly like their uniform but smaller. Their child said to the cod men, "Look, dad, I'm you! Don't I cool ?" The cod men paused for a min and asked them, "Why do you wanna dressed up as me? You could be anything you want for halloween.... like a superhero." Their child said," But dad , I am dressing up as a superhero. The cod men and reader looked at each other in confusion. Their child ran tords him , gave him a big hug, and yelled out, "You save the world from evil people , your strong , kind , and so cool! Dad! You're a million times cooler than Superman and all the rest of the superheros.

YOU'RE MY SUPERHERO DAD!!!"

How would the cod men react?

Simon Konig and Keegan

💀👻😈👺Happy Halloween, Luci!!! 🎃 🦇👹🤡

a/n: YAY!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS! Also there’s some German translate in here :P and I could only get konig and ghost done before Halloween sorry!!

Konig:

-oh his heart melts like butter, those big innocent eyes looking back at him from under a replica of his mask made it hard not to chuckle

-“oh kiddo, that’s very sweet.” Konig simply said, not daring to ruin his sons image of him as he simply surveys the details you must have put into it for your little son, from the well replicated arm guards to the stitched Austria patch you must have grabbed from his wardrobe while making it “your Mütterchen did this for you, ja?” konig sighed at the warm idea of you being home working away on such a costume for the son you and he adored so deeply

-he was snapped out of his little daydream by the sound of you walking up and the warm feeling of getting hugged tight by you, feeling his sons fingers still clasped onto his giant hand… and in that moment alone nothing mattered but the fact he was here, home, where he belonged

ghost:

-stays silent and hugs his daughter real close until she pulls away with a clearly visible grin from the crinkle of her eyes under the mask, a bit too big for her- but none the less

-“like you better without the mask, kiddo.” Ghost teases her, with no bite or hurt in his words, god forbid he tease her too hard or you would be tugging him by the ear to have a stern talking (not that he’d want to make his princess cry to begin with)

-he doesn’t voice his thoughts until long after she’s gone to bed, his hands wrapped around your waist as you simply cook and rant about your day

-“she really think I’m some big ol hero?” Simon asks with a chuckle, half surprised by the idea anyone could think that he could be a hero of any sort, a soft expression ghosting over his face when you nod and kiss him on the cheek

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Scared Half to Death | Bucky Barnes x reader

Hi! I haven't posted a fic in forever. School has been a nightmare.

I literally wrote this in under an hour lol it's very short and not my best. But I just wanted to get something kinda Halloween-y out there in time to celebrate!

🎃👻🎃👻🎃Happy Halloween! 👻🎃👻🎃👻

Warnings: blood, Bucky's anxiety, injury

Bucky pulled his hand from the doorknob with a disgusted expression. A thick, sticky substance coated his palm and dotted his fingers. He rolled his eyes at whichever small child had covered his door handle in candy residue while he was gone. But just as he tried to wipe the syrupy remnants on his jeans, the color caught his eye. The flash of dark red sent shockwaves through his system. 

He’d stepped away from the apartment for just a few minutes, only long enough to replenish his candy supply for the next wave of trick-or-treaters. But in the short time that he was gone, something terrible- something violent- must’ve taken place. 

He dropped the candy to the floor and struggled to yank his keys from the lock, his hands shaking with anxiety. And when he finally burst through the door of the apartment he shared with you, he only found more carnage. 

Droplets of blood dotted the floor. They coagulated against the tile and wormed their way into the grout, staining it red. Bucky’s stomach turned. A leaden knot formed in his gut and weighed him down like an anchor. Where were you? Was this your blood? Were you hurt- were you dead?

He followed the gruesome path like a trail of breadcrumbs, fearing what he’d find at their end.  Only a few hours ago, everything was perfect. He’d sat with you as you got dressed for your best friend’s Halloween party. He rested on the bed you shared and delighted in watching you dance around the room as you did your make up and put on your costume. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” you asked as you shimmied into your costume.

“I’m sure, baby. It’s not really my thing,” he shrugged. “You know how I am with big crowds. Plus, Halloween is a little weird for me. People dress as my friends-” He swallowed hard, “People dress as a version of me that I try not to think about… it’s just not for me.”

“Yeah…” 

Silence filled the room. Guilt coursed through your body with each beat of your heart. Part of you itched to change out of your costume and forget the whole thing.

“You know, I don’t have to go-”

Bucky stood from the bed and made his way to your side, “Yes, you do.”

A stern expression crossed your face, “I really don’t. And I shouldn’t ditch you for a stupid party-” 

“You’re not ditching me,” he said. “You love this party! You look forward to Kelly’s-” he paused, struggling to remember the name of the shindig. “What does she call it again? Her Creep-Tastic?”

You laughed, “Spook-tacular!”

“Right!” Bucky rolled his eyes at his attempt. “You look forward to her Spook-Tacular every year! And I’m not gonna let you miss it just because I don’t wanna go.”

He took your face in his hands, careful not to mess up your make up. Never had anyone made him felt so loved, so cared for. You put him first at every turn, prioritizing his wellbeing and his mental health above all else. You sacrificed so much for him in the early stages of your relationship; the last thing he wanted was for you to miss out on the party you’d looked forward to for the last eleven months. 

“Seriously, doll, I’m gonna be fine. I’ll hand out candy to the kids and watch some tv,” he shrugged. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

It wasn’t a trick or a test; Bucky didn’t secretly hope you’d choose him instead of the party. He only wanted you to be happy. And you knew he meant every word he said. 

“Okay. Then tell me…” you did a quick spin, “how do I look?”

Bucky eyed you up and down, drinking in the neon pink and highlighter yellow leotard. The electric yellow kneepads. The pink visor. The bright yellow high-top sneakers. 

“You look amazing, Barbie. You belong in the Dream House!”

Not soon after that, you left. He’d walked you to your Uber and made you promise to be safe. He’d told you that he loved you. And that was the last time he saw you.

Until now. 

The trail of blood ended with you. Bucky discovered you sprawled on your back on the living room rug, your body soaked with blood. Smears of red coated your neck and stained your arms. Your clothes were saturated with gore. This Barbie didn’t belong in the Dream House; she belonged in a nightmare. 

“Oh, god-” Bucky made his way to your side and sunk to his knees, breathless. “Baby, hey- can you hear me? Open your eyes, look at me.” His fingers traced your neck in search of a pulse, desperately scrounging for even a flutter of life. 

And there it was- your pulse. You were still alive; your heart still managed to beat despite the blood loss. 

But Bucky’s gratitude only lasted a moment. He still had to find your wound and stop the bleeding. He had to call 911. He had to keep your heart beating. 

His hands scrounged across your abdomen in search of a stab wound or evidence of a gunshot. But just as he reached for your side, you made a sound.

Did he heard that right? Did you… giggle?

“Whaaaaaaat’re you doin’, Barnes?” you laughed. “Don’t tickle meeeee!” 

Bucky’s gaze shot from your blood-soaked clothes to your face. “Baby?”

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Barbie!” you slurred, your face plastered with a smile. “Oh, nooooo- wait, you’re just Ken!” A fit of laughter exploded from your chest as you sang, “I’mmm juuuuust KEN! Anywhere elssssse, I’d beeee a TEN-” A sudden contemplative look banished your lighthearted spirit. “But you reeeeally are a ten, Buck… and I mean that.”

Bucky remained frozen. He was lost, confused. Were you woozy from blood loss? Or alcohol? Were you even hurt? Did you need an ambulance or a cold shower? 

“Baby, are you hurt? Are you okay?” He took your face in his hands, “Why are you covered in blood?”

“Because this Barbie hugged her friend!” 

A befuddled expression took over Bucky's face. "What?"

The room spun as you struggled to sit up. Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat; if you were hurt, you needed to lie down. You needed to stop moving and let him dress your wound. But you moved without wincing, without crying out in pain. Sure, you swayed from side to side just a little in your intoxicated state. But that was the worst of it. 

“I hugged Kelly! But Kelly was aaactually Carrie! Y’know, the girl covered in pig’s blood,” you laughed. “It kiiiinda ruined my costume a little. Buut, now I look like Scary Barbie! So s’okay.”

A deep sigh of relief filled Bucky’s lungs. He rocked back off of his knees and plopped down onto his butt. His bloody hands covered his face. “Then what are you doing on the floor, sweetheart?”

“Sometiiiiimes… sometimes ya just gotta lay on the floor. Y’know?” You shrugged, “And I didn’t wanna get allllll the blood on the couch.”

He nodded.

"I guess I fell asleep for a hot sec," you shrugged. "I was just waiting on ya to get home."

Bucky did his best to regulate his breathing, to calm the aggressive tsunami of anxiety that drowned his every cell. His entire world came crashing down the moment he found you on the floor, and now, he had to put it back together. 

“You okay, Buck? I came home early cause I missed yooou- I missed you sooooo much,” you placed a bloodied hand on his face. “But I didn’t mean to ruin your night to yourself. I’m sorry…”

“No, you didn’t ruin anything. It’s not that at all. It’s- baby, I thought…” he shook his head. His heart still pounded against his ribcage, and his breathing hadn't quite evened out. “I thought you were hurt. I thought you were…” He didn’t want to finish his sentence. 

“Ohhhhh, no, I’m fine! I’m okay! I’m drunk…” you laughed, “But I’m okay!”

Bucky pulled you close, grateful that the blood clinging to your skin came out of a bottle. "I know that now, I'm just..." he took a deep breath. "It's just gonna take a minute for my body to catch up with my brain."

His hand roamed up and down your spine. He needed to feel you breathe, to feel your voice vibrate against his palm. Seeing you like that- bloody and unresponsive- on the floor of the home you shared nearly scared him to death.

This wasn't the kind of Halloween scare that flooded his system with pins and needles and left him laughing. No, this stripped him of all breath, of all ability to think. It cut him to the bone.

He never wanted to imagine you getting hurt, getting killed. For him, losing you was a fate worse than death.

The two of you sat there together in the quiet calm as Bucky remembered how to breathe. He held onto you as tightly as he could without leaving bruises, and didn't care than you'd stained his white shirt with your gory mess.

“I’m glad you’re home, doll. And that you’re okay," he said after his heart returned to its normal pacing. "I just- I didn’t expect Bloody Barbie.”

You shrugged, “No one ever does.”

Bucky let out a loud laugh that echoed off the walls and made your heart flutter. “Alright, we need to clean you up and get you to bed, baby. I think we’ve both had enough Halloween shenanigans for the year.”

You allowed him to help you to your feet and guide you to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He was always there for you when you needed him, even without you asking. You knew he'd protect you, do anything for you- he'd even scrub fake blood from your nail beds.

"Buck?" you whispered as he helped you into bed.

"Yeah, baby?"

"You're soooo much better than Ken."

He knew it was a genuine, drunken compliment, but it nearly made him burst out laughing. "Thank you, doll. Yeah, I prefer Allan anyway."

"Saaaaaaame," you sighed, melting into your pillow.

Bucky tucked the covers around you and made sure your water was within reach. He placed a kiss to your forehead, once again thanking his lucky stars that you were home safe.

"Goodnight, Barbie."

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[lovebugism]

Spoooooky request, what if the gang went to a haunted house and everyone made fun of reader for being scared, but Steve holds her hand and walks with her 👻

thanks for requesting angel! i switched it up a bit and did a sort of second part to this fic! you def don't have to read it but it'll give some context :D — you're still getting used to the world post-vecna, but it's easier with steve holding your hand

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

The haunted house off Fifth Street looks strangely familiar. Two stories, faded cornflower paint job, boarded up windows. It looks like a dollhouse from hell. It looks like the goddamn Creel House. It’s like some kind of sick joke.

It didn’t take Hawkins very long to recover from last spring. Mostly because it was just an earthquake to everyone else. No one died, nothing was ruined beyond repair. To the rest of the town, it was just a minor natural disaster — an inconvenience more than anything.

No one knows that a thirteen-year-old girl killed the monster trying to end the world. No one knows that the local freak nearly died saving a bunch of teenagers. No one knows that one song, one heavy metal guitar, and one good memory just narrowly saved your life. 

It’s secrets all of you are gonna have to keep for the rest of your lives. It weighs you down accordingly.

“Am I crazy, or is that…?” Robin trails off, freckled chin tilted towards the velvet blue sky as she gapes at the artificially rotted house. It glows a sickly green color on the outside. The windows light up red every now and then, in time with the screams echoing from the upper story.

“Yeah,” Nancy answers, breathless and equally dumbfounded. “I think it is.”

A beat of silence falls over the group of you. It doesn’t feel so heavy with the surrounding chatter. The crowd continues to bustle around you on the street, falling over themselves with laughter and lingering fright. They have no idea the ghost story they grew up with nearly destroyed the world.

The bitter realization makes your chest ache. Steve seemingly understands this and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You wonder if he can feel the way you tremble.

Eddie scoffs a cynical laugh from the other side of you. A pink, sadistic grin tugs at his lips, almost as wild as his curls billowing in the autumn breeze. “It’s basically kismet then, huh?”

Steve shoots the boy a half-hearted glare, then deflates because he realizes he can’t really be mad about it. Those damn demobats might’ve taken a pound of flesh from his stomach, but it’s nowhere near the feast they made out of Munson.

“C’mon on, dude,” he murmurs quietly with a subtle nod down at you.

“What?” Eddie snorts. “If I don’t laugh bout it, I’ll start crying, so… Take your pick, man.”

Steve wants to tell him that there’s no shame in crying. That he’s done it plenty of times since the fall of ’84. He’s cried for you, for himself, for the kids who will never get to be kids again. He figures it’s better than letting it all build up until you damn near explode. 

But now’s probably not the best time for that talk. Or any time, really. He’ll get you to get all serious and sappy with Eddie about that another time, just like you did for him.

“I’m gonna, uh— I’m gonna go get the tickets,” Jonathan murmurs with his usual Byers mumblings. 

He wasn’t around for the whole Vecna ordeal — just the weird shit in California and the secret lair thing in Nevada. He feels like he can be a bit braver about the whole thing for the four of you.

Nancy brushes a kiss to the boy’s cheek before he leaves. She does that a lot now, with Jonathan and all the rest of you. She always feels like she needs to say a proper goodbye and I love you whenever someone leaves. Just in case the world decides to end again.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Steve mutters to you, gaze twinkling with sincerity but stern still. “You know that, right?”

He knows that you know, but he feels the need to say it anyway. Mostly because he knows you were already scared of most things before everything went to shit. You’ve always been delicate, tender, like an open wound. Now, you can’t step outside without shaking. You’re always shuddering with the distant fear that the curse might return and no one will be there to save you.

Steve knows this, too. That’s why he holds so ardently to your trembling hand. It’s a silent reminder that he’s there, that he won’t let anything happen to you again, that he’ll always be around to save you when you need him.

“Oh, my god,” Robin groans, eyes wide and head tilted back. “Leave her alone, Steve! She’s fine!”

You know she’s just trying to be supportive. She thinks Steve’s coddling you because you’re quiet — that he’s sticking up for you because he thinks you can’t stick up for yourself. 

He is. And you can’t. But still, she’s only trying to help.

Steve looks to his left to glare at her. They seem to communicate telepathically for a moment. His eyes soften again when he turns back to you. His deep cinnamon gaze swims with a honeyed concern, a silent “Are you fine?”

You nod. “I’m okay,” you tell him, mustering a soft smile that wavers at the edges.

He doesn’t believe you, not completely, but he doesn’t press it any further.

Jonathan returns with the ticket stubs. They’re black and blood red. You take the one he gives you with hesitant, clammy hands. He seems to notice how terrified you are without you having to say a single goddamn word.

“I’m not a huge fan of these things either,” he confesses with a thin-lipped smile. A light-hearted way of telling you that you’re not alone in the fear you keep hidden (very poorly hidden, you figure).

You smile back at him, but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. 

Your fingers fidget with the paper stub — maybe a distraction for yourself or maybe to hide how you’re too anxious to stay still. Steve figures it’s a bit of both. ‘Cause he knows you too well and not a thing gets by him. There’s nothing about you that he doesn’t notice.

He turns to face you completely while everyone else gets their ticket. He keeps his wedged between his middle and forefinger as his hands curl around the outsides of your elbows. He’s serious, but still soft — gentle, but still firm. 

“Babe—”

“Stevie,” you interject with a similar tone. “I’m okay.”

“You heard her, Stevie. She’s fine!” Robin retorts, curling her maroon-tinted lips into a smirk. She scoffs out a laugh and gestures up to the fake haunt across the street. “This shit is basically for kids. No one’s dying here, alright?”

You know what she’s doing. She’s sticking up for you and taking the piss out of her best friend at the same time. It’s nothing new — hell, it’s her favorite hobby. She’s got your back now the same way she had it in that house last spring. 

But still, her words sting a little.

Because she’s right. This place is for kids. And you still feel a bit like you’re dying.

Steve knows this, too. He knows everything about you. Even the stuff you wish he didn’t.

His sneakers scuff against the pavement when he turns to Robin. His eyes narrow in a challenging squint as he crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn’t look quite as intimidating as usual in his fluffy, cable-knit sweater. 

“Well, you know what? I’m scared, actually. I don’t wanna do it, okay? You got me, Rob.”

The girl grins something cynical. She shakes her head all slow, like she’s just caught him in some kind of lie. “I knew it. You little baby.”

Steve lets her tease him. It’s not like he isn’t used to it by now. He just rolls his eyes and bears it, lets her laugh about it with the rest of the group as they head towards the haunted house. 

You watch with an attentive gaze while they head inside, flinching softly when you hear a thunderous boom and the sound of their screaming a second later. It leaves you secretly grateful that you hadn’t gone in behind them. 

A wavering sigh tumbles from your lips, a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Steve exhales a gentle laugh from beside you. He smooths a wide palm up your spine and down again. He leans over to press the side of his hip against yours.

You cross your arms over your chest to make yourself as small as possible while you glance over at the boy beside you. You look at him so far beneath your lashes you’re basically peering at him from the corner of your eye.

“Thank you,” is all you say. It’s all you need to say.

Steve shrugs with a plush, crooked grin. “’S okay. I know you’re too sweet to say no, so…”

“I wanted to do it,” you confess, clearing your throat when your voice breaks.

“I know.”

“I guess I’m not… as used to everything as I thought.”

“I know,” Steve repeats. His hand curls around your waist and makes a home in the very center of it. He pulls you closer with the urge to melt into you. His brows raise, eyes sparkling when his smile widens. “But that’s why I’m here, though, right? We’re gonna get better together.”

You nod up at him, smiling more sincerely now. 

Arms still crossed, your hands ball into fists to fight the urge to smooth a hand through his hair — to push back the rogue chestnut strands hanging over his forehead.

You hesitate, so he beats you to the draw. He swipes a golden hand over his head right before he leans down to kiss you. 

He smacks a sweet peck to your smile. A bright light flashes with another thunderous boom a moment later. You flinch and pull back. You swear you hear Eddie screaming, “jesus fucking christ!” from the upper story. You forget to be scared.

You didn’t think it was possible. The whole getting better thing.

Steve makes you feel like could be.

[themistressdomme]

Hello!

I'm relatively new to the kinkworld (a couple years at most). I'm here to interact and learn! I have some praise for the good girls, some stern looks for the bratty girls, and heart eyes for fellow Dommes I look up to. Let's have some fun! This is a safe space. Trans babes inclusive, duh 🥰

Men, minors, and ageless blogs, please do not interact. Immediate block.

She/her

Content warning/kinks: degradation/praise, orgasm control/denial, edging/overstimulation, bondage, impact play, breath play, public play/teasing, light pet-play, mind-control, free-use/possessive ownership, objectification, corruption, oral-fixation

Hard limits: toilet play/scat/piss

Stone top, sadist

DMs are mostly closed, my pretties.

I often add the word "little" in front of the petnames that I use, but I do not have a md/lg kink. My title is also not related to the md/lg kink. I have been newly introduced into the world of agere/cg, and Littles are absolutely welcome here!

Answered asks under the #answered tag. If off-anon, #blogname. If emojie anon, #emojie.

Emoji anons: 🐇🎀🪩🧠🩷🪼🌷🦖🍊🦆🕸🐝🦝🍓💀🎃🐛👸🏻🐶⚽️☕️🌼🦊🍉🏹🐉🧸🐣🐁🐰🛍️🦉🌿💞☁️🌱🍄🍾🐻‍❄️💐🌸🕊️🪿🐈🩰🐼🖤🧵😻🔥🦈🪶🦇🦩🐦‍⬛🥝🦋🌳🫧🎞️🧋🙃🎲🍑👑🌬️🫖🌟🐚🫀💫🍪🥕🦢💌❄️🍒🍭🍯🐾🌙🦅🍬☃️👻🪐🦔💙⚰️🌵🐞🪽🏐🥭🐺🐑🦁🌹🍩⛱️🕷🧪🌊🧩🔐🐭🐍🌀🍰🍀🐿️🐊🐮🩸🏺🤎🍋‍🟩🥐🌧️🦒🍎🦕🥇💋🌩️🧁🐑🦎🐬🐧🦄✨️🦦🦚👠🌈🪻🥨🌓🪢☀️🥠☘️🤍🦴👼😈💉🥯⚡️🥹🧚‍♀️

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Sexy Sailor

steddie, omegaverse, halloween, mdni 🔞

“Oh my god, how did I miss this!? You’ve gotta wear it for me, Stevie! Please?” Eddie grabs the polaroid off Robin’s cork board.

“No, Eddie. One summer was enough. Besides, I don’t even have it anymore.”

“It’s just not fuckin’ fair! I have the hottest omega in Indiana, and I never got to enjoy the magic of him dressed as a hot little sailor. C’mon, puppy! I bet your ass looked amazing in those shorts!”

“My ass looks amazing in everything.”

“Your ass looks amazing whether it is constrained by fabric or not, sweetheart.”

“Then we can drop this train of thought. Robin will kill you if she has to hear about how hot you think the work uniforms from our shitty summer job were.”

“I mean, we could always roleplay…”

“No.”

Robin gets back then, laden with snacks from her mother so they can get down to brass tacks and plan their costumes for Halloween.

👻🧟🧙‍♀️

Robin getting a girlfriend ruins Steve’s costume plans. Because Chrissy wants to show Robin off, and Steve can’t blame Robin for saying yes. But he also cannot go as one of the twins from The Shining if he doesn’t have his match. And Eddie’s already going werewolf.

Which sends Steve to buy a costume last minute, picking from the dregs of what is left. There is one costume still in his size, and at least he’s gonna get well and truly laid after the party

👻🧟🧙‍♀️

Eddie gets off work late and has to meet Steve at the Halloween party. He changes into his costume in the restroom at Thatcher’s, then breaks a few traffic laws to get to the party before he’s even later.

He runs into Chrissy first, so bouncy in her Raggedy Anne costume, and she tells him Steve and Robin just ran to the kitchen to grab new drinks. Eddie knows he could wait, but he doesn’t want to be away from Steve any longer than necessary. Thanking Chrissy, he makes his way back to the kitchen and is greeted by the most glorious sight.

It may not be the Scoops Ahoy uniform, but it shows off his boyfriend’s assets to perfection. Eddie slips up behind him, arms snaking around his waist. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs against his ear, pushing out his scent to make it clear he isn’t a stranger.

Steve leans back into him, grinning as Eddie nuzzles against his neck. “Hey, puppy, how was work?”

“Who cares? Here now, with you.” The surprise of the outfit, coupled with Steve rubbing back against him has Eddie half-hard, and he is very seriously considering leaving the party now.

Steve turns in his arms, smirking at his rushed creature makeup, then guiding their mouths together. “You gonna be okay?” he asks with a smirk.

“Give me a minute… But we might have to go home early.”

“No, we’re staying until Rob and Chris are ready to go.” His tone is stern, but Steve is still smiling.

“But you’re so hot, puppy! Just wanna taste you, maybe flip your little skirt up…have you present.” Saliva pools under his tongue, made all the worse by his fake werewolf fangs, and drool escapes from the corners of his mouth.

“I didn’t think you’d be *this* into the outfit, Eds,” Steve says, sounding flattered, maybe even blushing a little, but it’s hard to tell because the lights are so dim.

“I’m into you always, but this has been in the masturbation rotation all month.”

Steve pulls back and makes a judgmental face. “You need better fantasies.”

“I can only jerk it to your panties so many—”

“Shut up.” Steve tugs him close and quiets them both with a hard kiss, running his tongue along Eddie’s pointy werewolf teeth and moaning.

They will definitely be talking about that later, but for now Eddie allows himself to melt into kissing his omega.

When they leave, Steve is out of his panties as soon as they make it to the van, and Eddie fingers him the whole way home.

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XVII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here and we're limping into part 17...

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... Two! Words! In! English!!! And a television? Hardcore!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny can raise his head now.

Only a little. It still hurts his neck for a while after. But his arms and his head both rise, now. His fingers curl, now, too.

The result is that Danny can now watch and change his own television channels. No more news! Now it’s all Food Network, all the time, baby. The result is that sometimes the doctors tending to him get distracted by various pasta dishes, but also. Danny is also distracted by various pasta dishes.

And roast chicken.

And fried potatoes. Every potato ever, actually.

…It makes eating his oatmeal a more awful ordeal.

“Aw, dyrling, na þa sæd egean,” the lady says to him, spoon at his lips. Danny weakly moves his arm towards her, but only manages to hit her elbow with the heel of his thumb. “Inne cwic tima, gise? Hiere þa læce.”

Danny is pretty sure his face is a nightmare to look at at the moment, but he still makes the world’s saddest expression at the lady, because she hasn’t blasted him or hit him or even sedated him yet, and he needs something. Anything.

He’s pretty the lady makes an equally sad look under her medical mask, but Danny is hungry and he’s tired all the time and he’s sad and he wants a cheeseburger. Or fries. Or…or anything at all!

Danny’s look gets progressively sadder, and the lady gets progressively sadder to match, and then they’re both just looking at each other so very sadly until a doctor physically has to cut between them to reach for Danny’s green-speckled blankets.

Ugh. Great. Now he’s cold too. He can’t quite muster a glare, but the doctor gets an extremely stern squint from him for their “help”.

The only response Danny gets is a half-strangled laugh. That is not the response Danny needs. He needs immediate respect and a Nasty Burger number two special.

And a new blanket.

“—Eall dæg?” the doctor asks the woman, but not Danny, and then he has to listen to everyone talking about him in a weird language without even pretending to ask for his input. It’s extremely annoying, and Danny half-considers falling asleep to avoid it. His gaze slides back to the television. He’s just as capable of ignoring everyone else as they are. He bets it sucks. He hopes it sucks.

They talk for a while, but then the lady takes the oatmeal away—and hey! Danny’s eyes widen and sting from the stretch. Uh. Maybe he didn’t think this one through. He’d still thought he’d get lunch out of this.

Um. He would like to continue to receive meals. But he’s watching her walk out with his oatmeal, which is the only human food that’s ever been given to him here, and…

Danny’s stomach cramps. It’s probably just anxiety.

He wishes he’d eaten the stupid oatmeal.

The doctor stays with him, setting the blanket into a laundry bin and checking over Danny’s body (ew) (gross) (nasty) for whatever they have to check on him, and Danny tries to go intangible at least four times during the check only to get oWOUCHOW jerks inside his core. At least one time, he flickers invisible. Not much, he thinks. Probably just an arm and the chunk of his torso.

The doctor pauses. Danny waits for things to (start to hurt) get worse.

“Mæg Ic?”’

…Danny doesn’t move. It hurts to breathe. Every time air scrapes through his nose and mouth, it burns a little more.

The doctor doesn’t move.

So they just.

Wait.

“Mæg Ic?” the doctor asks again.

They move very, very slowly. They touch him, and his—skin—and they rotate him to check underneath him. If they find something of whatever it is they’re monitoring him for, he gets wiped down with something gooey and wiped clean, and sometimes he even thinks they bandage him.

Danny wishes he had a bath. A whole, real bath. Where he could wash his own hair. And wipe off whatever this goo is.

When they’re done, the lady comes back in.

The sound of the door latching shut makes Danny flinch. Is she going to punish him? She walks to his bed. With her medical mask over her face, Danny can’t see if she’s visibly mad at him or not. She doesn’t look mad though…does she?

She stands to his good side, presumably so that Danny can see her. The oatmeal is back—it looks kind of gloopy, though, like it’s been badly reheated. The lady shows something to the doctor, who makes an irritated groan, and then they start talking to each other again. She cuts off to show him something, though—

Danny blinks. She’s showing it to Danny. He…looks down at it.

It looks like a mustard packet. It’s a black packet with yellow streaks, with writing on it with those letters Danny’s never seen before coming here, and it takes his eyes a second to focus on the package before realizing that there’s a little bee and pot on one end of the packet.

Oh. It’s honey?

Oh!

…Oh!!

Danny jerks upright, and, OW, and he definitely scares the lady and the doctor who rush to settle him but there’s honey?? Flavor??? His food can taste good again??!

He wheezes— and slaps a stinging hand onto the packet. “Pl’s?” he begs. He’d stopped begging in the old labs, no one there had listened to him—and he’d stopped begging for them to be gentle, to stop hurting him, to let him go. But for food. For food that tastes, Danny might do anything. Anything. “P’lease? Ple’se? Pleese?”

“Pleece?” the woman repeats, baffled. The word doesn’t mean anything to her; she’s only repeating the sounds. But Danny can’t stop begging.

“P’lease?”

“Pleece? Pleace?”

“Please?!”

“Awrite þis,” the woman mutters, and the doctor leaves. “Bist wel. Eom hebbjan eower wist. Es wel.”

And that still means nothing to him, but the lady gently lifts him up until his back can lay on the pillows, and he can sit more than lay. Danny watches in raspy silence as she rips the packet open and dumps the contents into the oatmeal. She stirs with gloved hands, ensuring that the packet is equally distributed. And then there’s a glob on her spoon, and the spoon to his lips.

Danny takes a bite. Tears well.

“Shhh,” the woman coaxes. “Wanian ma?”

Ma sounds kind of like more. Danny opens his mouth, and is rewarded with another spoonful.

He doesn’t start crying in earnest until the bowl is gone. But that’s alright. The lady finds tissues, somewhere, and he gets to look into her human-blue eyes as she carefully dries over and around his still-soft, green-edged wounds.

It’s a very nice gesture.

Danny sobs a little harder.

[feelbokkie]

Sire, Sire

Feeltober Day 8

genre: fluff and slight crack

pov: 2nd person

description: Changbin wants you to sing for him, and you get to pick the song.

pairing: Changbin x siren!reader

warnings: none

word count: 807

©feelbokkie (2024) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

☀️Feelbokkie M.list ☀️

👻13 Days of Feeltober👻

It's a sight that's not uncommon in your relationship with Changbin. You standing with him holding your hand while he's on his knees. If anyone else was in the room, they would think that he was either proposing to you or apologizing for doing the unthinkable. But in reality, he's just whipped.

"Please!" He begs, slightly tugging on your arm. "Just one song?" Changbin had gone out with the boys and had a few drinks. He came home tipsy, begging you to sing for him. When you refused, he got down on his knees and held your hand in his.

"Binnie," You say softly, stroking his hair.

When you first met Changbin, it's like he had his own version of a siren song and you fell in love almost instantly. He was unlike any man you met before. He was warm, great at listening, and always made sure to give you space to be yourself. And the best part? He wasn't under your spell. You were so nervous at first about singing around him because you knew that his feelings for you wouldn't be his own, but a spell used by generations of sirens before you to manipulate men to their deaths. And while most sirens no longer use their powers to kill, many of them still use it to control. And you hated it. Sure, you've done it in the past with some of your relationships, but it always left you feeling hollow inside and made you second-guess every relationship in your life.

You were careful of your tone around him, making sure nothing sounded even remotely close to you singing. And then one day, Changbin decided to surprise you at your house while you were cleaning. Your window was open and he heard you singing along to a song. When he showed up, acting only slightly more clingy than he normally was with you, you realized what had happened. You couldn't just break up with him, the effects that he would suffer as he would slowly experience would have only been worse if you didn't stay near him. So your plan was to cut ties with him once the spell wore off and move away. But as the week turned into weeks, you became increasingly worried that he was suffering a weird side effect that some men have. You were careful to not sing around him again, but his feelings towards you hardly changed. In fact, he was more into you than before.

"You know I can't be sired anymore so there's no harm." He pouts. "I just really want to hear you sing."

You think for a moment, weighing the options. You know it's safe for both Changbin and all of your neighbors. Changbin helped you soundproof your apartment when you realized how thin the walls are after an incident with an innocent recent university graduate who lived next door.

"Fine, but I choose the song," You sigh, faking a stern look.

"Yes! Whatever song you want." Changbin gets up from the floor and drags you to the couch, stumbling a little bit.

You slide your phone out of your pocket, looking through karaoke versions of songs, waiting for one to jump out at you while Changbin stares at you with loving eyes. Your thumb freezes as you see a familiar name, a smirk creeping up on your face.

"Okay, I found one." You sit up straighter and turn to Changbin, the video loading on your screen.

Changbin continues to stare at you with a stupid smile on his face and a slight twinkle in his eyes…The poor idiot has no idea what song is about to play.

The opening notes of the song begin to play through your phone speakers and you almost miss the twitch that blinks across Changbin's face. As more of the song plays, his smile slowly drops as he realizes what it is.

"Wait no, not that song." He quickly snatches the phone out of your hand and turns the song off.

"You agreed that I could choose the song." You laugh, louder than you intend to.

"Yeah, but not one of Pdnim's songs. Anything but that." He groans.

"But 'Fever' is so fun." You giggle as you poke his sides.

"Y/n, please. One song, not by that man. I will pay you."

"Am I a jukebox?"

"Wait no. That's not what I meant."

"I'm offended," You fake pout, turning away from him.

"Fine!" He panics, handing you the phone back. "Fine, you can sing it. But just this once."

You turn back and smile, kissing his nose as you start the song over again.

"Yeah, yeah," He waves off like he's annoyed. But the dopey, 'in love' look he had earlier is back on his face. "I'm sure it's going to sound better with you singing it anyway."

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Buy me a coffee?

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Red means that it wouldn't let me tag you (either at all or properly)

Taglist

@amyyscorner @puppysmileseungmin @veedoesntknaur @itsseohannbin @marked-unknown

@honeypaintedskies @jaydebow @want2besomeoneelse @lanatheawesome @starlostastronaut

[saucyjothoughts]

Feminisation Kris you say? Just a heads up this also involves a cock cage.

Enjoy - 👻 (Ghost writer Boo)

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"What a pretty pussy you have," you purr as you lick another slow stripe over his delicate hole. He shivers at the touch and you sit up fully to see his bright red face, half hidden below his arm.

"Princess," you warn, voice becoming stern. He moves his arm and gazes up at you with messy hair and wide eyes.

The lingerie you picked out for him looks perfect, the bra heavily padded and pushing up the tiny bit of tissue he has to look like real breasts, real cleavage he couldn't stop touching when you first put it on him. He gawked in the mirror when you adjusted everything so it sat just right, giving him curves and femininity he'd only dreamed of. He lets out a panting breath when you grab one cup, pushing the material against his hard nipple, a nipple you'd already spent time adoring, squeezing his flesh and sucking at the skin till it was red and tender and puffy before putting it back inside the lingerie.

The set is all pink and lacy and delicate. The crotchless panties he's wearing keeping his caged cock contained and hidden, the opening showing off his perfect little pussy and nothing else. The cage was a request he asked for with burning cheeks, something to make it useless so his only form of pleasure can come from...

"Say it for me darling," you smile as you stroke his sides, goosebumps appearing below your fingertips. Your fingers trail down to push his legs back and see the pretty puckered hole before you once more. His tight, little cunt. His legs are spread wide with stockings covering them, coming up to his thighs with delicate bows on the top of them.

"Please... please eat my pussy out. Please make me wet for you so I can cum on your cock like a good girl," he moans as he talks, his cock trying so valiantly to get hard below the silky panties and inside his pink cage.

You aren't a cruel person and soon enough he's writhing below you as you eat him out again, making him as wet as possible to prepare for the slow stretching you have to do to make him be able to take you like the good girl he is.

"You're cunt takes me so well," you tell him as you're three fingers deep inside him with the help of some lube (even pussies need help my love, you tell him when he pouts). He whines pathetically as you move inside him, searching for that happy spot to really fulfill his fantasy.

You lean over him and pull down one cup, a perky pink nipple greets you and you take it in your mouth eagerly. You mouth at the muscles of his pec, sucking and pulling at it as he whimpers, his hand coming up to hold your head to his breast and thread through your hair.

"Oh fuck!" He cries out when your fingers find that spot little spot inside him.

"There we go Princess," you speak low and smile as you pull your mouth off, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to the rosy bud of his nipple. You proceed to work over the little spot in his pussy, watching as the small, wet stain on his panties gets wetter as you begin to milk him, teasing his prostate to make his cum leak out.

"Does my pretty girl want my cock in her cunt?" You tease.

"Yes, yes, please, please fuck my pussy, make me cum like a good girl," he's bright red now as he begs from the tips of his ears down to his neck.

You withdraw your fingers and lube yourself up. He's stretched and aching for you and you slide in slowly, savouring his facial expressions along with every noise he makes and aborted beg. He throws his head back in ecstasy as you fully sheath yourself inside him.

He whimpers and moans as you thrust into him, telling him what a good girl he is, how beautiful his breast are, how they bounce as you move him with your thrusts, how his tight little cunt is taking you all the way down and making you feel so, so good.

You kiss him as he orgasms around you, squeezing tight and gasping for air as a last jolt of cum joins his ruined, wet panties.

He's squirming and shaking, his orgasm entirely different to anything else he's experienced, much longer and felt throughout his entire body, much more like a female orgasm than a males. That was one reason he wanted the cage. To really cum like a girl, with wet panties and clenching around a cock.

You kiss him softly as you pull out.

"My princess," you whispered against his panting, smiling lips.

I am insane over this! 👻boo, you are an angel - every word of this is delicious

[pearldog30]

Howdy do ! May i ask for a simon x reader who has the same traumatic experience with toxic father( a cheating narcissist piece of shit) and she had a hard time believing anyone but still she listens to everyone's venting but never say anything about herself to anyone? Also she is very quiet and doesn't like socialization much?

A step in the right direction.

But I hope this is exactly what you asked for. and it's everything you thought it could be this is my first time doing a request! (I also throw in a little bonus for you, hopefully it makes sense. I may have went a little off topic on how y'all meant but it's fine....) This is also on the longer side of the story so enjoy! 🖤 (I'm not going to lie I'm so freaking nervous when you read this because I really hope it's what you wanted)

Simon Riley x gnreader

This was also requested you are a civilian reader.

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| abuse, childhood abuse, mention of alcohol,

As you sat in bed, In your dark single bedroom apartment crying to yourself. So overwhelmed with all the feelings, you've been keeping in for so long. being everybody's Rock to study on. but never having a rock to steady yourself on. Eyes swollen from tears, nose runny. in the corner of your eye you catch your phone screen light up, you try to ignore it. but your curiosity got the best of you. You pick up your phone and the light flash from it blinds you, you're swollen eyes. And you notice a message on it.

Big lover boy 👻🖤

I'm here let me in.

Confused you put your phone back down. Quickly turn on the lights, adjust yourself so it didn't look like you've been crying for hours. As you walk through your apartment, to the front door to let Simon in. you can't help but feel your heart racing hoping to God, he doesn't notice that you've been crying. because you knew deep down he notices every. single. little. detail. As you open the door you're greeted with your tall husky hulk of a man boyfriend "hey!" He says quietly walking in quickly from the cold rainy weather. Quickly shuffling his Boots and coat off by the door, "hi baby" you say quietly thanking God, he still hasn't noticed how puffy your face is from crying. As he turns around from taking his boots off, to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. as his way of saying he loves you, y'all haven't made it that far yet. Your heart drops that's when he notices, he slowly stops in his tracks giving you a concern, yet confused look. Thinking he did something wrong, he reaches his hand out to put on your shoulder so gentle, so soft, so loving, yet so concerned, All in One touch. In a calm, yet gentle, and Stern voice. he says "what's wrong sweetheart" the only thing you can muster up to say was "nothing I'm okay" quietly, And Simon knew that was a complete bullshit lie.

A part of him knew better than not to poke and push. and then the other just wanted you to tell him everything every. single. little. piece. on what was wrong, so he could find a solution to fix it. He never liked seeing you upset/stress. but this was also the first time he's seen you with watery eyes, and he didn't realize how much it truly broke his "cold" heart. until that very moment, gently resting your hands on his chest. you look up at the very mountain man of your boyfriend "would you like me to start us some tea" you say trying to change the topic, and make all your thoughts and feelings go away. So you could be happy your boyfriend's there with you. He gently shakes his head politely declining your offer. "I'm afraid not you know how I get when I have tea late" he says still maintaining eye contact.

You gently grab his hand hugging him with you into your bedroom and he obliges following you more than happy. Honestly all you wanted was to lay in your bed with your boyfriend, and just soak in the moment, forget about everything, and just let the world surround you and him, like y'all are the only beings left. As you walk over to climb in bed, you look over and see Simon pulling off his shirt, and jeans, and putting on some basketball shorts. he left at your house from a few of the nights he spent. And this made you stop in your tracks, even though you've seen him do this a 100 times. it still mesmerizes you every time. the way his shirt tightly pulls over his biceps, the way his chest slowly rises and falls, the way his scars stretch across his skin ever so slightly. As he looks back over to you a light blush spread cross his cheekbones, thankful it's dark so you can't really tell. chuckling to himself, as he walks over to your queen size bed. that fits you perfectly, him not so much but y'all somehow make it work. As he crawls in the bed and situates himself, so he's comfortable pulling you close to his side. y'all laying there in silence looking at each other, and the way y'all look at each other, hold each other, says more than a million words could ever describe. As you lay there quietly watching your very much over exhausted, overworked, Simon peacefully doze off.

You can't help but start digging into your past, going down memory lane remembering how y'all met.

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1 year prior.

Your best friend, Hayden price. the only person you trusted and led into your life. Invited you over to her house, cuz her dad was throwing a little party. and he told his daughter he could invite one of her friends, so she wouldn't be as bored, around her father, and all of his teammates. that he was throwing a celebration for yet another victory in his pocket that was worth celebrating. You were more than happy to accept the invitation and celebrate that her father came home back safe again. Because to you her dad, was also your dad. He knew how bad your life was. So he took you in as his own. Wanting to show you how you should be treated/how valuable life was and you were no exception, to that rule. You were in a dark place when you met him, and he was that little light at the end of the dark tunnel. To say you were grateful for him was an understatement. He was the dad you didn't know you needed.

As you entered the house you were greeted with the light smell of alcohol/cigars and you knew you were in the price family home, Warm and welcoming. As you took your shoes off by the door your friend came up next to you greeting you in. but that was short-lived because the sound of light drunken laughter and yelling filled your ears. But this time it wasn't in panic you need to get out of here away. No it was warm and welcoming as you could get and you were grateful for it grateful that you found a family, that took you in. that you could call home anytime you needed. As your friend walked you into the massive elegant kitchen/dining room were the party was being thrown you were greeted with a warm Pat on your back, None other than John Price himself. When you turn to greet him you couldn't help but your eyes catch the large group of men, behind him. More specifically the one sitting in the corner, with a basic Black tactical mask on. he caught your eye out of all of them something about him, gave you a warm feeling and you don't know why. You didn't trust men, not even your own. so why were you so eager about him, he looks massive. men like him usually make you turn the other way. Price caught you staring a bit too long though. Which was on your downfall, cuz you never ever let anybody know who your friends with/who you're interested in. So price in the most dad fashion, way he could somehow got you to sit right next to him. To say you were nervous was an understatement. So why would you be so nervous you're never this nervous in this warm welcoming setting around men like him, but for some reason he was different you could sense it.

As you were sitting next to him. You have no idea what told you to do this, you were the quiet, skittish, girl always never the one to start a conversation. but you somehow, gathered up the courage to start small talk with him. As you were talking with him you couldn't help but feel like you were annoying him. so you kind of just backed away from the conversation, but you couldn't help but feel his eyes constantly on you, watching your every movement like pray.

As it got later into the night. price told you to stay the night cuz it was late, and he didn't want you leaving that late by yourself. So you did as you were told. But you couldn't help but kept on thinking about that man and the little conversation you two had. The way he responded with that heavy British accent of his, something about it made your heart skip a beat, and you hate it cuz you didn't understood why. As you were staring off into the universe, playing the conversation over and over in your head your friend interrupted you.

"y/n are you seriously still thinking about Simon" she says with tease and curiosity in her voice. "NO" you say back a little too fast to function what she just said. "OH MY GOD YOU ARE" she says excitedly in a fit of laughter. "Dude you can't even deny it I saw the way you two were looking at each other that entire time" she says through laughter "no we weren't" was literally the only defense you had "yes you were you liar. Anyways what do you want to know about him I got some tea on him" you gave her the knowing look of wanting to know more about him, but not wanting to admit it. And then from there she goes on to tell you a little bit about him that she knows. "yeah and to top it all off he's my dad's right hand man I know that for sure" she says in a serious tone "how about this the next time we throw a party/he's here I'll invite you over so you can talk with him a little bit more"

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Smiling to yourself, happy at the way that turned out. you still don't know how you got so lucky with him, but you're more than grateful. And then things take a turn for the worst, your mind starts going back to your childhood, making you remember all the awful things you've had to witness/go through still haunting you to this day.

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When you were 9.

As you were sitting in your room, under your covers shaking to death from being petrified. Hearing the yelling in the distance, from your abusive father who only cared about himself. Trying to drown out the noise, and think of happy memories, before you know it you hear your bedroom door slammed open, and this caused you to jump. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" you're abusive father screams in your face, grabbing you before you could even realize, shaking you around by your shoulders bound to leave a bruise. But you don't say anything, never. You tried to conceal your cry's, the best you could cuz you knew it would make the situation worse. but you were unsuccessful, And you knew the consequences. "OH NOW YOU'RE CRYING FOR NO REASON YOU KNOW WHAT" he says anger filling his voice even more, and at this point you were trembling shaking with fear. "I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKIN REASON TO CRY" he says through breaths "SINCE YOU WANT TO BE AN UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WHORE. AND TAKE EVERYTHING THAT I GIVE YOU FOR GRANTED, I'LL SHOW YOU THE GODDAMN CONSEQUENCES. HELL I SHOULD JUST THROW YOU OUT ON THE STREET, SINCE YOU WANT TO BE SO GODDAMN UNGRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LUCKY YOU ARE TO HAVE ME." At this point you're sobbing. And right before his hand is meant with your cheek.

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You somehow shake yourself out of that moment, shaking tears streaming down your face, having a panic attack. not realizing your lover Simon is right next to you, holding you gently trying to make you come back, and calm you down. but this startles you and makes you jump from him, thinking it was your father. " hey hey" he says severely worried yet so calm for you "baby it's me I'm right here" his hand reaching out to you hoping you're back in the present. You willingly, shakily, grab it, trying to calm yourself down. you don't want him to see you like this, you hated when people saw you like this. it reminded you of the past. Simon being a veteran of panic attacks, so calmly helps you breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth helping you calm down.

Once you calm down some Simon wraps his arms around you, so gently, knowing the slightest movement could trigger another one. "Sweetheart" he begins. "Please tell me what's going on and don't say nothing because you and me both know it's not true" he says in a Stern yet gentle tone. "Trust me I know it's not easy talking about this stuff. but keeping it in, it will kill you. and I can't just stand by and let that happen" he finishes. And this sentence is what finally broke the bottle. You've never heard him so vulnerable, so concerned, so worried, in the time you've been together until now. So for the first time you let him in. you let him see that wounded, scarred, little kid. that never got the proper healing they deserve.

As you tell him everything through tears. he's looking at you with the most contentive, steady eyes, watching your every word, taking everything in, not missing a beat. And when you finish. He begins" you know my father would beat me every night, and my mother, I know what it's like to go through that." He says looking away from you like he's ashamed, but you gently pull him back towards you. wanting him to finish, but not pushing it. "So I know firsthand what it's like. and I know saying this won't change anything. Bu-" he chokes he's trying to hold back everything, he knows he has to. Because for once you actually have a rock to lean on. he knows you never let anybody see you like this. He understood how much of a big step this was for you and him. "But maybe it would help knowing that having someone who understands could help" he finishes. And has he does he didn't realize the weight that was lifted off of him. You gently pull him in for a kiss, hugging him ever so tightly. trying to assure yourself that this is real, it's not a dream, and that you do actually deserve this.

As you sat there him holding you much smaller body, his nose pressed to your forehead. He whispers ever so quietly almost like a prayer" I love you" and you just barely caught it. And in a way this makes you panic, because every time you've been told someone loves you, it was a lie, you had a hard time believing everybody after what your own did to you. Hell after what just happened you're still trying to reassure yourself, and tell that little demon in the back of your mind that this is real, he is here, he's to stay, and He does care. Your hesitant to say it back to him, because well he's the same way. But you fight that demon knowing if this is real, he won't backstab you with it. "I love you too" you mutter back. And the way he looks into your eyes, tells you he's trying to tell your stubbornness, your demons, that you really do deserve this. hell to him you deserve someone better than him, you deserve the world.

And little did both of you know, after this night is what changed everything. y'all's relationship took one giant step in the right direction, you wouldn't know it now but you're sure as hell were grateful for this night when you look back.

And that's going to be the end for this I hope you all enjoyed and love this as much as I had fun making it. I wanted to do a soft Simon for this cuz it just made most sense. Anyways I hope you all are having a good day/night. reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🖤

[differentnighttale]

Ghosts 👻

A poem(short story ) I wrote when I should have been catching ZZs 😴.Please enjoy and comment I'll start bringing more shorts abd exposing my world :(ToT)

(^3^)/

Ghosts 👻 Narrated by Nate:

Your ghost haunts me everywhere Everywhere I turn ,look and close my eyes.I see you.Even if I blink ,I see you.I shut my eyes close,I see you --'standing in front of me and I see your eyes not is typical colour --a rich silver blue.

Every corner, every focal point.You're there just staring.In the streets as the cars streak by and the pedestrians walk towards their destination.Youre there with hands in your pockets or just just sharing.

I know you're dead ,but not dead to me.

Every waking hour and every sleeping hour ,in my sheets when I thrash my feet ,I see your eyes and sad expression.When I ran my fingers through the rich golden strands of hair and in the shower.I see you through the haze and the droplets and the smoke of my closed eyelids.

Even in my dreams, I see you.Happy,and bright and alive in a world so dreamlike with navy blue skies,a pheletora of stars that twinkled and your clothes on rich blue as rich the sky itself and hair so white and pale, it was almost glowing�� silver in the moons light as you stood on a snow dune.

A world where you're alive and you're my secret. A world where you're free from the shackles abd expectations of your father and the world with a smile of pure glee and laughter fulled with warmth and the cry of youth.

A world where winter was so dazzling and beautiful and warm.

My heart wrench in my chest but with a satisfied smile ,I at least know you're well and sound with my shirt buched up in a twist in the morning.

My heart longs for your presence.Your words lf truth and caution.Your innocence and your stern voice of reason.

My heart yearns for your excitement over the arts and the crafts of famous artworks.

My heart yearns for your advice and grace.

I definitely miss you.

Your smile over your own works you've made yourself.Your smile sunshine to your stormy,dull photos of life.

I squeeze you out and shut my eyes.And yet I could feel the mist of your warm embrace would shrouds around me like a hug of an old friend.

I was not one who was creative but when it comes to you ,I try.I was gifted with my crafts but not my words just you were with your hands  and your sketches and your portraits.

Me with my words that were orals.

My eyes darted from street to street to cars that zipped.Your presence known the places you loved and even to places you hated.

I see you when I look beyound the brilliant blue sky dotted here and there with clouds.

(Nate writes a poem or short and narrates it to his class as they look at him horrified abd intrigued by his art piece )

[paalove]

I mean if we're alowed to ask for more... Trick or treat!

here is your second treat 👻👁️🎃🕷️

we Discussed this topic:

...

Hope keeps a list - okay, a few.

It's hard to stay organised without one! He has a list for each day - who are we visiting, how much do they owe, who in that household am I beating up this time, did I make any super specific threats last time that I need to keep to... all that kind of thing.

He's working on the Wednesday list, because the next few days are going to be mostly punching, when the boss arrives.

Hope stands to attention the way he always has, back straight and eyes forwards, and- oh fuck.

There's danger in the boss's eyes.

And the people flanking him-

Hope pretends not to see.

"Do you need me, boss?"

His heart is pounding.

The boss smiles.

And says, "I'm going to visit my son."

He knows about the necklace.

Hope gulps.

Walks out under his own power, because fuck if he's going to embarrass himself, embarrass Safe - embarrass Arun, even - like last time. Jack saw last time.

Fuck that.

The trip to Arun's condo is almost pleasant if not for the sharp edge of panic tearing his chest open.

The elevator is when he accidentally makes eye contact, in the mirror, with the boss.

Smiling, the boss looks down - examines the cuffs of his shirt, examines his own knuckles - and then back up, returning his gaze to Hope.

Hope is too frozen to look down, away, as he should.

Then the doors open, directly into Arun's condo.

P'Yad peels off immediately to the kitchen - that must be on the boss's orders, and Hope's brain helpfully reminds him of every fancy knife Arun would never use for cooking.

When the boss throws him down - one hand on his shoulder, one around his neck - Hope doesn't dare try to catch himself.

His face hits the ground hard.

Then a foot to his stomach, and Hope can't breathe - another to his tailbone and he screams - the boss is somewhere, everywhere, they can't all be his feet, but Hope doesn't dare thrash against the beating because if he hit the boss-

Cheekbone and stomach and body aching, he hears, "Dad?"

"Come out here," voice calm, stern.

Arun.

Hesitant, mousy - "Dad, what's wrong- oh my god!" - a squeal.

Hope looks up, meets horrified eyes.

Grins up.

Arun covers his mouth with his hand, and the boss stands between them.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

[prozac-shaped-urn]

Ohhhhohoho, you're not ready!!!!!!!

✨️ 👻 🏷 💕 🐇 🥳 🦋 🌻 🎬 💘 🔎 📚 👑 🔮

You’re right. I wasn’t ready for this lmao (and I’m on my phone so this will be quite the challenge)

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Someone told me my writing was spellbinding. That put me a creative crisis because huh??? You’re talking about MY writing??? I’ve also had people tell me they cried while reading my fics and I wear those comments with the utmost honor.

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

The only headcanon that I’ve written about isn’t so much of a headcanon anymore since it happened IN canon. I wrote the Hacks bdsm fic two seasons before anything related to kink was put on a page. Yeah, I’m proud of that.

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Nope! I just scroll the pairing until I find one I like.

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I have three.

Talismans of Creation

The Hacks BDSM fic (it has a name but the name is a full sentence and it’s easier to just say the Hacks bdsm fic)

LUNCH

🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

A mix tbh. First and foremost, I write for myself. But I get inspiration from all over the place. And if a mutual has an idea and I feel like I can provide, then I’ll write a lil sum sum.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

I have no idea. Probably because I was obsessed with Desperate Housewives and shipping Brynette was my favorite pastime. And on LJ it was just the thing you did, so I did it and ended up loving it.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Deb Vance, and a recent favorite is Ruby Stern. Are we surprised? I hope not.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

Every few months or so I’ll slide through a few favorite chapters just to relive the experience of writing them.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Well, I write fics about TV shows so they’re already cast. But hypothetically, I would choose the Hacks bdsm fic or LUNCH and keep the actors the same. I’m here to push the Deb Vance strap-on agenda ok?

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

ANGST! I’m terrible at lovey shit. My brain doesn’t do that.

🔎 Does anyone beta read or edit your fics?

Nope

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

GOD yes!!! Go forth and educate yourselves!

sugar, we're going down swinging - averita

Falling - mouthyhack

Hit Me With a Hot Note and Watch Me Burn - DroughtofApathy

Not Much Reason to Rejoice - DroughtofApathy

i'm ready, i'm willing - dollsome

will haunt you ( was i just a fool? ) - skelegro (this one slammed me into a creative crisis. I didn’t sleep for 32 hours. Be careful reading it. Make sure you’re in a good headspace because wow it’ll make you question some things)

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

Long fics. I’m verbose and languid in my writing.

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

Rest. Take a break. Do something other than write. Let the story come to you instead of forcing your way through it.

This was lovely! tysm 🥰