#their halloween collection did in fact come out already

[st-guliks-fnord]

My most pointless collection grows

[writingforstraykids]

Hii! So I don’t know if you’ve already posted this… but if not, could you please do soft thoughts for Changbin?? (He’s my bias)

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Changbin loves coming home to you after a long day, resting his head in your lap, and relaxing. He loves it when you run your hand through his hair, soothingly massaging his scalp as you tell him about your day. He doesn't stop planting tiny kisses on your other hand and your thighs, getting sleepier with every passing second he spends in your comforting presence.

Speaking of headscratches, he loves when your nails are a little longer or you get them done professionally because he loves the way they scratch his scalp just perfectly. Especially on nights when he has a hard time falling asleep.

Whenever you're not feeling well, whether at home or in public, his hand naturally finds your back. He rubs soothing circles on your lower back or all the way up and down, assuring you he's there.

Changbin always has an extra bottle of water with him, not wanting his beloved partner to dehydrate. He always makes sure to have one with him, reminding you as often as he can to "just take a little sip" and then relax for another ten minutes. Especially in the summer when you're out having fun with him, you're very glad about this sometimes annoying habit.

A, for you, rather amusing habit of his is helping you put on your socks and shoes. You have no idea why, but this man is on his knees faster than you can comprehend and makes sure you're all comfortable in your socks. Then he puts on your shoes for you, and if needed, he ties your shoelaces tightly enough for them to stay that way the whole day. He can get really sulky if you "forget" to tell him and won't let him help you.

If you're the type for candles, he has your back. No matter the occasion or time of the year, this man can find you fitting candles: lavender for when you're stressed, sweet pumpkin-themed ones for Halloween, red roses for Valentine's Day, or cinnamon and orange during Christmas time. He never fails to amaze you, and by now, you have an amazing, unique candle collection, keeping one of each flavor to remember forever.

Another one that has started quite early in your relationship is matching with him. It started with matching your outfits by color before adding matching sweaters. For your first anniversary, he got you matching keychains, and soon after, you had matching phone cases. Several ones, in fact, so you could change them as often as you'd like, and he always makes sure to change his own accordingly.

Changbin won't let you carry your own stuff for once. He's always hovering, holding your bag for you, grabbing your drinks and snacks, and if you'd let him, he'd hold your phone right under your nose the whole day as well. In his eyes, you shouldn't have to carry anything since you have a "pretty strong boyfriend who can take care of you." Yes, your coffee will still fit into his hand next to your shopping bags, handbag, wallet, keys, and donuts.

He loves acting silly with you, especially when it's only the two of you. Whenever you put on your playlist with girl group songs, he'll go crazy with you, outdancing you with ease. It's frustrating, really. You have no chance against those hips and goofy smile.

He craves your attention every second of the day. Binnie wants to wake up next to your sleeping face, to hold you as you sleep, and to the feeling of your heartbeat against his chest. Your heartbeat is his favorite sound, right after your laugh. Whenever he can, he places his head on your chest to listen to it beating and smirks at it, picking up pace when he calls you by one of his ridiculous pet names.

Speaking of ridiculous nicknames, Binnie is definitely the type for it. He calls you by the longest and weirdest-sounding pet names you only see in memes. Getting a laugh from you in return feels like another win for him. He'd do everything to make sure you're happy.

He is your number one fan, and he will never deny it. If you ever doubt yourself and he notices the slightest sign of it, he's there. Hyping you up and comforting you in everything you do. That also means he'll do everything to make you comfortable. He'll pick up your favorite food no matter the time, hold you close, or just let you cry on his shoulder for a bit.

He loves your body in every single way. If you ever have trouble accepting your body and don't tell him, he'll be pouty all day because he wants to help. If you want to change something out of comfort and not self-hatred, he's there every step of the way. He'll hype you for your new hairstyle or color, he'll help you pick out new outfits, and oh, he'll be the happiest man alive if you ever join him at the gym.

He carries you for fun. If he wants you to join him at the gym, cook dinner with you or watch a movie he'll pick you up and throw you over his shoulder carrying you there. Especially when you playfully protested against doing whatever he had in mind. You love him so much for this quirky habit.

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[wizard-on-whales]

Ghosts and Ghouls

It's Halloween night and you invite your best friend James over to watch some movies with you but the horror movie you watch leads to you clinging to James for the rest of the night

No warnings other than James being a little shit :)

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Today was a special day, one that you look forward to throughout the year, Halloween. You invited your friend James to come over and spend the day watching horror movies with you, despite the fact you get scared easily. You were standing in the kitchen, getting a few things ready for his arrival when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and lift you up causing you to scream. From behind you, you heard James' mechanical laughter.

“That is not funny, James!” You squeal as he puts you back on the ground. You turn around and hit him in the chest, letting out an annoyed huff at his amusement.

“Oh come on, it's hilarious! You should have seen your face,” he continues to laugh, grabbing your wrists so that you don't hit him again. You pout and pull your hands away, going back to what you were originally going to do before he scared the shit out of you.

“I was going to make cookies for you but since you're being a little shit I don't think you deserve them,” You announce, taking in the look on his face as it drops with disappointment. You giggle as he starts to plead with you.

“No, please make them! Your cookies are always so good,” It was James’ turn to pout and your turn to laugh at his annoyance. You continue to pull the needed ingredients out of your cabinets along with a bowl and rubber spatula to mix with.

“Fine but only if you help,” James smiled widely, immediately helping you collect the materials. He grabs the measuring cups for you and hands them over. You gladly accept, sorting through them before finding the first one you need. James practically hovers over your shoulder as he watches you measure all of the ingredients and put them into the bowl.

“Can I do something?” He questions, feeling a little left out already as you do most of the work. You smile, thinking for a moment before realizing you don't grab the chocolate chips.

“Can you get the chocolate chips out of the cabinet? They should be in that one,” You point your finger to the cabinet closest to your fridge. James goes over and digs through it before pulling the bag out, immediately ripping it open and eating a few. You hold the bowl out for him to dump them in, not expecting him to pour the entire bag in.

“James!” You squeal as you watch him empty it into the bowl, completely burying the dough. James starts laughing again, causing you to join him.

“What!?? The more the better!” He gives you a shit eating grin, digging his hand into the bowl and grabbing a small hand full out to eat. You playfully wack his hand away before stirring the chips in and scooping the dough onto a baking sheet.

“If you want to be useful then you can go put whatever movie you brought into the player,” James disappears to your living room as you finish putting the scoops of cookie dough on the tray. You slid it into the oven, setting a timer for 12 minutes. You set all of the dirty dishes in the sink, not bothering to wash them as you leave the kitchen and enter the living room. James was sitting on the floor in front of your T.V messing with the VHS player as he stuck the movie in and rewinded it. You fall onto the couch, watching James as he grabs the remote and peels himself off the floor to join you.

“What movie did you bring?” You question, moving your feet out of the way so he has a place to sit. He makes himself comfortable, giving you an annoyed look as you rest your feet on his lap.

“I know how much you love Ghosts so I got Poltergeist,” James looks over at you giving you a knowing smirk. James messes with the remote as the tape finishes rewinding. He goes through the menu settings before pressing play.

“Oh thanks, you're making it your goal for me to have nightmares,” You reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him. Before the opening credits have the chance to finish, the timer in the kitchen goes off. James pauses the movie and follows you, already desperate for a cookie. While you pull the tray out of the oven, James rummages through your fridge.

“Why do you never have any beer,” He complains, looking over your lack of alcohol and absurd amount of juice you had instead.

“Because it's disgusting, I don't know how you drink that stuff,” You huff at his complaints. You never actually got upset over how often he complained, you had gotten used to it after years of knowing him. And most of the time hearing him whine about everything was entertaining. James lets out a defeated sigh before grabbing a few cans of coke. You place the cookies on to a plate and grab a bowl out of the cabinet, pouring a bag of chips into it. The two of you make your way back to the couch, now loaded with plenty of snacks for the movie. James unpauses the movie as you both sit down and get comfortable on the couch. You drape a blanket over your lap, offering it to James. He scoots closer, your legs touching, so that he fits under it as well.

The beginning of the movie was tame but the feeling of anxiety was already pooling in your stomach as the minutes ticked by. James seemed relaxed, eating another cookie. You had already lost count on how many he had eaten since the movie started but the plate was almost empty. You brought your legs up to your chest, hugging them slightly in a comforting manner. James didn't take any note of it, he didn't think you would already be scared since nothing serious had happened yet. You pulled the blanket up further and scooted closer to James until your shoulders were touching. He moved his arm, resting it on the back of the couch for you to lean in further.

“You cold?” He questions as he takes in your cocooned form. You didn't want to admit your anxiety was getting to you already so you just nodded your head, going along with his question. James grabs another blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around you, this time instead of resting his arm behind you, he sets it around your shoulders. You couldn't lie to yourself over the fact that your heart sped up at his actions. The two of you had been friends for years and you had always seen him as some kind of brother, but as you lean closer into his warmth, smelling the subtle hint of cologne and whatever shampoo he used you should help but blush. You had cuddled with him before but something felt different this time, the way he pulled you closer and held you against him felt like it meant something more. You tried not to think about it too hard, focusing on the movie instead.

A few more minutes go by before there's an unexpected jumpscared, causing you to flinch. James laughs at your reaction, pulling you even tighter against him.

“I think you're trying to torture me,” You whine, trying to bury yourself further in to your cocoone of blankets. Suddenly James removed his arm from your shoulders. He leaned forward to grab his drink, taking a sip. You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed as he moved away from you but he readjusted himself, making you realize what he was actually doing. He laid down slightly, leaning against the arm rest and holding his arms out for you. You crawl between his legs before leaning your back against his chest. James wraps his arms around your waist, wasting no time before going back to watching the movie.

The rest of the movie plays, going back and forth between you flinching and James trying to pull you closer. When the movie ends you silently let out a breath of relief. You sit up, begrudgingly pulling yourself away from James.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom,” You say, getting off the couch and making your way down the hallway and to the bathroom. While you are In there James picks up the coffee table, swiping crumbs into the empty chip bowl and carrying everything into the kitchen for you. While you are washing your hands you can't help but feel like something's watching you. Your heart speeds up as you glance at the closed shower curtain in the mirror. You quickly dry your hands, not wasting a second before quickly exiting the bathroom. The living room was dark, the end credits of the movie had ended leaving only static on the TV. James was nowhere in sight, causing you to freak out even more. You sprint to the kitchen, stopping in the door frame as you see James slipping his jacket on.

“It's getting pretty late, I think I'm gonna head home,” You notice he slips a ziplock back of the extra cookies in his pocket, causing you to forget your worries for a second and giggle. But as his words registure in your mind you think about being home alone in the dark for the rest of the night. You hesitate for a second before speaking up.

“Could you stay?” You ask shyly, fiddling with the hem of your pajama shorts. James doesn't answer for a second, a smirk covering his face.

“You're really that scared?” He teases you, stepping closer so that your gaze diverts back to him.

“Shut up,” you huff, scrunching your face at his amusement. James thinks for a second before deciding to slip his jacket back off and set it down on the chair where he left it originally.

“Alright fine I'll stay, you better not be a blanket hog,” You smile, turning around to make your way to your bedroom. James turns the light off in the kitchen and turns the TV off before following you. Once he enters your bedroom he sees that you've turned on every light and have already huddled under your blankets. He laughs to himself, shaking his head slightly at your actions.

“I'm not keeping those lights on,” he complains as he sits down on the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off along with his socks before pulling the covers back so that he could climb under them with you. You reach over and turn your lamp off, James doing the same with the one on his side. You scoot against him, burying your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you and you feel him place a small kiss against your hair.

“Thank you for staying,” you say quietly, looking up at him. He pulls you closer, one hand playing with the ends of your hair gently. You couldn't help but notice his gaze flicker down to your lips for a split second before looking back to your eyes.

“Of course, I'd do anything for you, ya know…even if I tease you,” You smile, knowing it's the truth. He's been by your side since the two of you were kids, never hesitating to help you with anything you need. You look at his lips, your gaze lingering longer than his did. He takes notice of it and softly smiles at you before leaning forward and placing a small, sweet kiss against your lips. You gladly accept, taking in the feeling and taste of him. When he pulls away you smile at him, burying your face into his chest to avoid him seeing the blush on your face, despite the room being dark. He laughs slightly, grabbing your chin and pulling you close again.

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks, his voice shyer than you expected. You rest your hand on the side of his face, running your fingers through his long blonde locks.

“I'd love that,” You reply, giving him one last kiss before the two of you get comfortable in eachothers arms. You completely forgot about your fears from the movie as you quickly doze off under his touch.

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I don't care if it's only August, I'm desperate for Halloween already

[deepsix-writing]

coming to terms with godhood.

(a jack nichols aka ‘eyeless jack’ story)

the birth of a god is a painful thing. it feels like dying, more than anything. you’d think, after people having worshipped deities for so long, they’d warn you about how excruciating it is to become one. but they don’t.

that was something jack nichols had learned through firsthand experience. recently, in fact. but the worst thing, for him, wasn’t learning to readjust; it felt like all of his senses had been fundamentally rearranged, but that wasn’t what bothered him most. what bothered him most was the trail of bodies it left in his wake.

“burn in hell. ALL of you.” he remembered the words birthing into the open air, but not saying them himself. but he did remember pulling the mask over his face, and he did remember leaving a bloody jenny to die in the forest alone. he remembered kicking away her pleading hands as they pawed at his ankle, her last chance of making contact with her reborn god. only it didn’t feel like jack’s voice, coming out of him. it came from some place far deeper than his chest, and it gushed from his lips like the tar that leaked from his eyes. when he finally scrambled back to civilization, hastily stuffing himself into the nearest gas station bathroom to avoid prying eyes, he puked his guts out. it was an ultimately futile attempt to get that noxious tar out of his body.

it was poisoning him, he was certain. it felt like it coated every inch of his insides, holding back the air in his lungs and turning the food in his stomach to bile. he didn’t want to look in the mirror. he didn’t want to see the state of himself, what those people had done to him, but he needed to know.

he wished he hadn’t looked. because when he did, he didn't recognize what he saw.

beneath the mask, crusted with black tar, festered two black pits where his eyes once were. he was mesmerized by the fact he wasn’t doubled over with the pain of it all. thinking about it, he was just as mesmerized by something else, too.

how am i able to see right now?

it was something that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

sight of chernobog, some rogue thought interjected. then, it came back to him. that was what the cultists had said when they gouged out his eyes and replaced them with…

i should not be as calm as i am, reflecting on this.

jack never had been the emotional type, but this was really pushing it. it was like that tar that covered his insides had dampened his emotions, too.

...or maybe he was just denying himself the time to truly reflect on it. a part of him felt if he did that, he might never get back on his feet again. he’d curl up in a ball and crystalize, and years down the line he’d be nothing but dust.

jack didn’t want that. it was like the mountain climbers he’d read about in one of his medical textbooks. he just needed to learn to acclimate to the change in altitude. this could be okay.

how to acclimate, however… that was a tough one. he couldn’t do it around people though, he knew that much. he needed to be somewhere isolated, somewhere he could collect his thoughts and keep anyone else from getting—

go back to the college, his thoughts interjected again. you don’t know what its like to be truly alone. you don’t want that.

jack blinked, but shrugged it off. in the gas station bathroom’s sink he washed his hair, matted with blood, and made certain to wash off any blood that pooled on the porcelain when he was done. he took the mask, cast aside amidst his previous puking session, and slipped it back on. he slipped the hood of his jacket up over it to hide his wet hair, too, and took one final look in the mirror.

it was months from Halloween. there was no way anyone was going to look at him and think ‘yep, that’s normal’. in fact, jack was pretty sure he’d already gotten a horrified look from a lady filling up her tank before he’d darted into the bathroom.

his only hope was going to be finding somewhere secluded to figure all of this out. maybe, when all was said and done with, he could make up the assignments for the last of his classes online. he was pretty sure west point had a program for that.

his uncle had a cabin in some backwoods area nearby, he knew. jack remembered when he was a kid, him, his parents, and his cousins would all stay there during the holidays. his uncle had a different house he lived in, too, so chances were, the place was empty.

and, it was only a few dozen miles north, if he remembered correctly. he was on the track team back in high-school. it wouldn't be easy, but it would be managable.

it was the best shot he had at figuring this all out.

it would have to work.

whatever it was that had happened with the cult, whatever it was that they did to jack, it would all be a distant memory in a few years. it wouldn’t get in the way of his medical degree, and it sure as hell wouldn’t get in the way of his life.

right?

[jillsandwhichs]

Valenfield Oneshots/AUs Collection, Chapter 17, Let it Linger

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Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: Jill comes home after running errands all day. It was a long and stressful day and not only for her, but for Chris too. What other way to solve that stress than to make love?

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 3.9k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Blowjob, Protected P in V, Riding, Light breath play

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Jill didn't plan on running errands all day but what did she have to do? Just that. She requested a day off at the BSAA, which she was granted, but she at first did not plan to spend the day doing things not only for her & her husband, but also others. She had to go grocery shopping, pay some bills and clean up their house. Along with that, she had to drive her close friend to work and drop off some things to her sister in law.

It wasn't the day she wanted, but it was the day she was having. It was whatever though, no reason to dwell on it. She was just happy she was on her way home to Chris. She couldn't wait to see him. He did in fact work today, unlike her, it's rare that they don't go into work together. Chris was irritated with the fact he'd be going alone but he dealt with it. Jill assumes he'll be home. They haven't messaged or anything, he may have went home and took a shower or picked up a nap.

Either way, she just wanted to be home. She already used up a whole tank of gas, and it's getting more & more expensive. Plus, she spent 450$ on bills today and will have more to come. Money wasn't a large issue for her & Chris but it's still something the two of them worry about, especially Jill considering she's the one who handles their finances. Chris isn't really good with money, he spends it to quick or he simply makes dumb financial decisions. Hence why he agreed to let Jill take care of it.

From where Jill was, she could tell she was almost home. A little while after Chris proposed to Jill, they purchased their very own home out in the countryside. It wasn't to far from town though, they still needed to be close enough for their work and to run errands such as Jill had to today. She also bought food for dinner tonight. Even though she was whooped, she still planned to make food for her and Chris, he definitely needed it. Half the time, they don't get lunch breaks.

She got stuff for Chicken Alfredo, which both of them enjoy. She just wanted to make something simple. Jill's eyes quickly took a look at the radio built into the car, noticing it was 6:45 PM. Yeah, it was safe to say Chris was already going to be home. Good thing they have separate vehicles. Although, deep down, Jill felt bad for not going into work today but there were some things that simply needed to be done within the day. Chris understands.

Driving off of the main roads, Jill was officially on the back streets now, only showing how much closer she was to home. She couldn't wait to get out of this damn car. It was also oddly cold out today, it was only September, Winter time doesn't usually come until mid October. Although, Christmas time was always so amazing. Jill loves decorating and just the time as a whole. She doesn't take down decorations til mid February either. Half of the time, she skips over Halloween & Thanksgiving and goes straight into having the Christmas spirit.

As she turned the car onto a new road, she could see their home. "Finafuckingly." Jill laughed out, sitting up in a more proper manner now, it indicated her enthusiasm to be home. Plus, she was going to get to see her man and that's always a plus.

She pulled into the driveway and sighed deeply, staring through their kitchen window which was visible from the outside. The light was off which was somewhat confusing but like she thought early, maybe he's showering or taking a quick power nap. Or possibly, he just hasn't went into the kitchen at all, which wasn't an issue. She opened her car door and got out, stretching her body intensely. She felt her back crack too, she rarely ever sits in a car this long.

In the backseats is where the grocery bags were, she could probably carry them all in with just one trip. There were only six bags. She held three on one arm and three on the other. She shut the back door with her hip, she felt like she looked silly when doing it but hey, it got the job done. She ambled up towards the house and used her right hand to swing it open, not seeing Chris in the living room or the kitchen. It sort of worried her but she knew he was home, his truck was out front.

"Chris!?" Jill yelled out, using her foot to close the front door behind her. "Baaaby?" She spoke out again. Jill strolled over to the kitchen and set all six bags onto the counter. Still, absolutely no response. "Chris, baby?" She began to walk towards their bedroom but first, she slipped her shoes off, now just in her socks. She was wearing a dark blue sweater with jeans, it was casual & cozy. Their bedroom door was slightly open, he was definitely in there.

Pushing the door fully open, Jill walked in and seen Chris's shadow in the bathroom, he must've just gotten out of the shower. "Hi." Jill said quietly, walking into the room. "Oh, hey baby." Chris smiled, he looked exhausted. "Honey, is everything alright?" Jill questioned him, her hands immediately going to his cheeks, stroking them lovingly. "Nothing much sweetheart, work was just tiring today." He said gently, his hands going to her wrists, holding them carefully. "I know baby." Jill whispered, drawing herself to his face and giving him a quick kiss.

"I got stuff to make Chicken Alfredo for dinner, would you like me to start it?" Jill asked him, her hands still on his face. "You don't have to yet, just come sit with me." Chris wallowed, taking her hand in his and leading her out to their living room. They had a decently sized couch in the room along with a recliner, it's the main chair Chris uses. They also have a large flat screen mounted onto the wall with a coffee table in the middle of the room. All that's on it is their phones and some random knick knacks.

"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" Jill raised, sitting right beside him on the couch, her soft small hand still in his. "No beautiful, just... Just sit here with me." Chris smirked at her, taking his hand and stroking her cheek. "What happened at work today?" "I mostly trained new recruits... I also had to clean the entire office on my own." Chris chuckled out, he was clearly stressed from the day. "I see, I'm sorry, my love... And I thought my day was an annoyance." "Well, what did you do today?" Chris wondered, gazing into her lightful eyes.

"I went shopping, paid some bills and tidied up, as you can see. I also drove Melina to work and dropped off that bag of clothes for Claire. Not as bad but I just hate spending days off like this." "I understand. At least we are both home now." Chris expired, moving his hand from her face and down to her thigh, rubbing it carefully. "Yeah, finally." Jill cackled, rolling her eyes slightly. "You look cute in that." Chris said hushly, pulling on her sweater before letting go. "You think so?" "Mhm, I like the way it fits you." Chris complimented, his eyes trailing on her torso.

"You sure you're exhausted?" Jill asked, a stifled giggle coming out from her. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, you're practically drooling over me." She laughed, pulling her hand away from his and crossing her arms before standing up. "You're a naughty man." Jill teased, bending over to pick up her phone and place it in her pocket but as she did, she felt a light spank on her rear, she stood up and turnt around, "Seriously?" She was baffled by him. He was so bad sometimes. "Can I not touch my wife?" He spat out with a titter. "Course you can..." Jill bit her lip as she slowly walked backwards.

Chris had a puzzled look on his face as she did this. "Where are you off to?" Chris questioned her, also standing up. "I'm going to start dinner. I want you to eat before you inevitably fall asleep." Jill giggled cutely. "I already told you dinner can wait." Chris cackled, following his wife into the kitchen. "Well, what if I'm hungry?" "Are you though?" "Yes..." Jill rolled her eyes, unbagging the food.

Chris gradually stepped behind Jill's body, swathing his shredded arms around her pinched waist. He rested his head on the back of her shoulder. "Chris...? Jill mumbled out, continuing to prepare their dinner. "Honey, what is going on with you?" Jill asked of him, turning around but despite that, Chris kept his hands on her. "Are you ill?" She whispered, placing the back of her hand on his forehead, he didn't feel hot, just normal. "No, I'm fine." Chris chuckled, giving her a half smile. "Doesn't seem so." "But it is so." Chris assured her, squeezing her waist evidently.

Her eyebrows bunched as she stared at him. What was his problem? "Babe... Baby... I love you but seriously, you're acting weird." Jill told him straight up, her hands resting on his arms. Chris stared back at her, his eyes not leaving hers before he then pressed his lips against hers rapidly. Jill squealed before she then kissed him back even more so. Her soft felt hands caressed his arms as their kiss began to feel more & more heated.

His hands lead themselves to her back, stroking it as their kiss became all the more passionate. "I don't think you're very exhausted." Jill teased, her breath heavy. "I am... But not too exhausted for this." Chris muttered out, picking her up and setting her onto the kitchen counter. His lips went immediately to her jawline, kissing all along it. Their pants were in harmony as they both began to feel more lust within them. "Chris..." Jill whispered, her head leant back as he pecked every aspect of her face.

Between her legs, Jill could feel how wet she was getting. That wasn't the only feeling she felt though. She was overall confused by Chris's actions. At first he was exhausted and now he's all horny? He is such a confusing man. Jill could feel his big hands go to the button of her jeans, undoing both and attempting to rip them off of her ; He was very eager. Jill used her upper arm strength to lift herself up, allowing him to pull down her pants. She was wearing white panties, a pair that Chris rather enjoyed.

A suppressed moan came out from Jill as she felt Chris's hand go into her panties and right over her clit. His free arm was set on the side of her, holding onto the polished wooden counter. "Spread your legs baby." Chris implored, wanting more access to her body. "Honey, not here, I'm not going to let you do this right on the kitchen counter." Jill chortled, closing her legs. "Mmm." Chris growled before taking her hand in his and with haste, leading her to the living room.

He plopped himself onto the couch, but she did not do the same, instead she stood in front of him, her slim figure was enticing, he couldn't take his eyes away from her. "What's the matter?" Chris asked, leaning upwards and taking her tiny hand in his. "Nothing, just... Sit like that." Jill seeked the request from him. Without hesitation, Chris sat back until his back was pressed against the couch, he was simply sitting normally.

"It's been awhile, so..." Jill murmured before getting down on her knees, still only in a sweater and panties. Snorting, Chris caught onto her antics. And indeed, it has been awhile. "Oh baby, you're killing me." Chris chuckled out, taking his right hand and caressing her cheek as she fiddled with his belt. Chris simply watched in awe. He could feel his arousal growing at a rapid rate, just by looking at her. Jill has real beauty to her. Chris, just by looking at her, is seduced.

"Are you hard?" Jill wondered, focusing on getting his work pants off. "More than you can imagine." Chris said slyly, his mouth agap as he watched her movements. She worked on him with such delicacy. "Do you need help, my love?" "No, no." Jill insisted, pulling off his pants, and his underwear. His erection sprung out, he wasn't even being dramatic. Jill licked her pink lips slowly, biting her lower lip too. She was also quite enticed by him. Most women don't enjoy giving blowjobs to their husbands but Jill, quite frankly, is the opposite.

Wrapping her hand around his member, Jill stroked it a couple times, feeling it pulsing. "Fuck..." Chris whimpered out as Jill jacked him off. Her hand was so soft & gentle, it felt so good ; The way she worked her hand on his length. Jill's eyes were fixated on it, biting her tounge lightly in concentration, not wanting to displease him or rather overstimulate him. "Does that feel good?" "Does it feel good? Beautiful, that is like asking if an apple is red." Chris breathed out, his eyes remaining open as he peeped at her every so often.

Whilst jerking him off, Jill brought herself closer to his member, her face rather close to it now. Chris felt himself twitch under her touch... And her gaze. She made him literally melt. He felt like a snowman dissipating as the sun begins to glow and heat up the day.

Jill wasted no time, swaddling her entire mouth around his tip, licking all of his pre cum up & swallowing it. Chris felt his stomach tighten up as she did this. She really had a way with how she did things. "Oh shit." He huffed out, his hands resting on either side of him as he watched Jill work wonders on his cock. "That's my girl." Chris whispered to her.

Placing her hands on his thighs, she pushed her mouth all the way down, causing him to buck forward. She felt the tip of his length hit the back of her throat. "Holy fuck." Chris groaned out, his hands digging roughly into the couch cushion. Her tounge slipped all along his dick, the noises made Chris feel even more erect - If that was even possible. "You're so fucking sexy when you do this." Chris vocalized. Jill's nails dug into his thighs, earning a wince out of him. It was a wince of pleasure.

The sounds she made as she took him all the way were the most lewd noises a man could imagine. It was clear that she enjoyed it just as much as he did. Chris also enjoys giving her oral pleasure, something about it really gets him off the rails. "Oh fuck." Chris panted out again, his hand moving up onto his leg, inches away from her hand. "Mmm." Jill moaned around his cock, her eyes shut as she licked up & down it, her spit wettening it up. She was so fucking entrancing.

Chris grabbed onto her hand, holding it firmly as she blew him off faster now. His dick was twitching & pulsing in her mouth. The erotic sight was not something to scoff at. Just by her face and the blowjob he's receiving, he already feels close to his climax. Jill is a swallower too, so just imagining cumming in her mouth made him so hard. "Deeper baby..." Chris begged of her, his hand gripping onto hers with eagerness.

Obliging, Jill shoved her head down, practically choking on his cock as she repeatedly sucked him off. Chris slid his hand away from hers and set it on top of her head, petting her hair lovingly. "You're so fucking beautiful." Chris said with truthfulness. The way her mouth was suctioned around him was a perfect view. Her lips were wet too, just like he imagined her core was too. He couldn't wait to fuck the living shit out of her, make it so she can't even stand up straight.

Grabbing a full fist of hair, Chris helped Jill out, pushing her head up & down, causing her to cough around his length. Chris knew she could handle it. They had a hand gesture in case she couldn't. "C'mon sweetheart, I'm so close." Chris grunted, biting his lip as it turned white. His stomach began to twist & turn as he gazed up on her. "Jesus, fuck." Chris moaned out, tossing his head back roughly, his mouth wide open.

After a few seconds, Chris lifted his head back up and nearly came immediately as he seen Jill staring at him. The two made direct eye contact as she sucked his cock furiously. "Oh my God." Chris spit out, letting go of her hair and instead moving it to her cheek where he rubbed her face passionately. A few more strokes and that was Chris's undoing, he felt his warm, white seed stream into her mouth, she didn't look away nor close her eyes. No, she kept it up, watching his face contort as he nutted in her mouth.

She swallowed his cum with haste, pulling him out of her mouth before gazing at him, her eyes watery. "Fucking God, that'll never not feel amazing." Chris praised her. He took his thumb to her inner lip, wiping away the access spit she had. "I'm glad that was good for you." Jill whispered, kissing his hand gently. "Shall I start dinner now?" Jill stood up, clearing her throat. There was no way she was being for real.

"Get your ass right here." Chris laughed, pulling her on top of him, causing a contagious laughter to also come out from her. Jill smashed her lips against his, her hands going to her panties and pulling them aside. Chris moved her hand away and instead pulled them aside for her. With his other hand, he dipped his finger into her wetness, losing his breath as he felt how soaked she was. "You're so wet." Chris mumbled out, kissing her again as he stroked her folds.

Jill's breath hitched as he did this, her eyes closing carefully, simply relishing in the moment. "Chris." Jill whimpered, hiding her head in the crook of his neck. Chris took his fingers away from her cunt and licked them, inhaling deeply as he did so. "You taste so good." Chris muttered to her, moving his hand to the back of her head and pulling her in for another kiss. Jill swiped her tounge along his upper lip, wanting to now taste him. Chris, of course, allowed this, exhaling as he felt her explore inside of his mouth.

Their tongues flicked against one another's, both of them acting like absolute jack rabbits. Jill's hands erratically roamed through his hair, digging onto it. "Fuck, I want you to ride me." Chris groaned between kisses, suckling on her lower lip, and then her sweet tounge. "Hold on." Jill giggled before speaking again, "Do you have a condom?" "Yeah, yeah." Chris assured her, reaching into his pocket and pulling one out.

Pushing herself back, she gave him enough space to slip the rubber on. His dick wasn't as erect as before but it was most definitely about to be. Jill gave him that look that always make him lose it, the way her eyes get so soft and doe like. "Come here." Chris sighed, grasping her rear and pulling her down onto him, pulling a moan out of the both of them. Every inch of him slipped inside of her with ease. She was so tight too, Chris felt himself twitch as she sat down on him. "Fuck." Jill groaned out, both of her hands on his bulky shoulders.

Not wasting any time, Jill began to grind herself on him, moaning every so often as his member rubbed against her walls. "Just like that." Chris said softly, his hands on her waist as she rode him with speed. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she grinded on him, her clit rubbing onto him through her panties. Jill's eyes were closed as she did this, soft whimpers emitting from her.

"It feels so good." She vocalized, her voice higher pitched than normally. "I know beautiful, I know." Chris replied, his hands moving her on him, assisting her with grinding. Every movement was extraordinary. She was way too good at this. Every move she made was working wonders. Her hands went from his shoulders to his forearms, holding onto them as she now began to bounce on him, lifting herself up then pulling herself back down onto his length, her eyebrows contorting whilst doing so.

"I'm so fucking close again." Chris said dramatically, moving his hands to hold onto her back. Her sweater was still on and honestly, it made her look even sexier. Chris pulled her closer to him, their fronts pressed together now. It was so much more intimate this way. Jill bounced on him harder now, placing her head on his shoulder, breathing heavier now. One of his hands stayed on her back whereas the other went to her ass, squeezing it every so often as she rode him passionately.

Kissing her shoulder, he pulled down the sleeve of her sweater, gaining more access to her neck & collarbone. He began to leave love bites all over her, suckling on her neck too, causing her to whimper with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum." Jill hummed out, kissing his neck too, her hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair. Chris nodded when she said that because he could tell. She was more clenched than before and her movements slowed down significantly. "I know honey." Chris whispered, caressing her bum.

Holding her close, Chris grunted into her ear as he began to grind her on him, doing all the work now. "Oh..." Jill moaned, whimpering into his neck as she hit her climax, riding out her high on his dick. Chris grunted, thrusting up into her before his cum pooled into the rubber. "Chris!" Jill moaned out loudly, grabbing ahold of his face, her eyes locked on his. "Shhh baby." Chris whispered, kissing her gently. Their movements came to a complete stop as they both finished.

Moments later, Jill pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. "I love you." She murmured, pressing her forehead against his, both of them borderline sweating. "I love you too Jill." Chris responded, pecking her on the cheek before wrapping his arms around her, hugging her. Jill encased her arms around him too, enjoying his gentle embrace. "Okay..." Jill whispered with a tiny titter, lifting herself up off of him with haste. Chris's limp member fell out of her.

Jill stood up, her legs wobbly just as Chris wanted. "You've destroyed me." "My goal all along." Chris smirked at you, removing the condom and tossing it into the garbage can. Jill pulled her panties up and went to put her pants on too but Chris stopped her, "Just stay like that, pretty girl." Chris chuckled, grasping her hips before giving her another smooch. "Mmm, okay, but I'm gonna go cook us some dinner." Jill giggled, placing her hands on his chest. "Alright honey." He nodded, patting her butt a few times before then following her into the kitchen.

[sageourplanetmeow]

I have ideas about what owl house S3 filler episodes would be like, because yes, we were robbed and yes I am repeating it even though it’s been said by everyone else already.

A fashion episode. Since ROTMNT had a whole episode with the turtles dressing up, why don’t the TOH cast do that since we saw a clip of that. Considering that Hunter is notoriously bad with fashion and @moringmark made a comic with Amity being horrified by Hunter’s fashion tastes which makes sense for her, I think they would have a good opportunity to build their character dynamics. I think it would also have them going to the hair salon with their hair cuts and getting their hair done, and they would have had to go to a random Halloween store in town to find fake human ears to stick them on. Of course them falling off would be a lingering threat. Of course Vee was just browsing the whole time so she has inspiration for what she was going to shape-shift into.

Movie night. They would watch a variety of things such as the Azura movies, since Lux and Amity love them, and Cosmic Frontier. Then I have a feeling that Willow would be all over nature documentaries, in particular ones centred around plants. In an episode before the episode where Luz returned to the human realm but in mirrors and phones, Vee was sitting with Camilla watching a documentary so maybe she also like nature documentaries, although she prefers the animal aspect, therefore getting to bond with Willow a bit. Camilla cries a bit from the nature documentaries and feels sentimental over the Azura movies cus Amity and Luz seem to be enjoying it so much and it reminds her a bit of Luz’s dad. She also withholds the urge to spill a bunch of facts about Cosmic Frontier and just reminisces about it.

One or two school episodes to focus on Luz. Aka her bullies if she has them, I mean she’s a neurodivergent bisexual kid who’s obsessed with witchcraft and draws weird stuff (glyphs and stuff from the demon realm) and also reads he Azura books and makes fan fictions, it’s an unfortunate reality. (Plus she does taxidermy). So we see her relationships with the students and the teachers and maybe her having to struggle to pretend like she knows what stuff Vee did with Masha when Vee was pretending to be her. Hence Masha starting to be a bit suspicious considering that Vee seems to bond with her quickly and feels familiar to her. Another thing, if Luz ever gets sick (which will be talked about later) Vee will shapeshift into Luz so she can get a little bit of education and so that she can bring Luz some of her work and all so she can spend time with Masha, plus she volunteers to because she likes school.

An arcade episode. Hunter and Gus go to some space one since it reminds them of Cosmic Frontier and Camilla lingers around them cus again she’s a secret nerd. Luz and Amity go to a magic combat game where you can customise your character, hence Luz spends a long time on hers and Amity helps her decide. Willow ends up acing all the sports games so she gets some alone time so we can see what she’s like by herself. They also all play Mario kart and they customise accordingly. Plus there’s this enclosed space at the arcade in my city and balls fall from the ceiling of it and fill it up as in plastic ball pit balls, and you need to put them in holes. I think Hunter would be a bit clumsy and Willow would ace it. Then Amity would have barely contained rage till it comes out and Luz is mildly shocked considering she’s usually so calm and composed. Willow takes a picture with Gus of Amity and they show it to her later.

THE BEACH EPISODE. The boiling sea means the witches are scared of the water. Luz is apprehensive for a split second cus she’s been in the demon realm for a while. Hunger is more scared since he sank into the ground in hollow mind so he goes with Willow to see the plants nearby that grow there, e.g. palm trees. So the two scale up walls and trees to pick leaves and fruit for Gus to collect as specimens since he joins them for a bit. Later they play volleyball together. However, Willow then goes to swim and encourages Hunger to join in. Luz and Amity just jump off stuff together and splash around plus they have a conversation with Camilla. Vee and Gus then decide to do something together so Vee writes down in Gus’ notebook for a bit but Gus ends up showing her how to do shorthand. Vee also sees Masha and they do stuff together and swim together a bit since Vee plucks up the courage to ask her if she wants to since Masha came alone after her friends were too busy.

An indoor trampoline park episode. Again Hunter, Willow and Gus do tricks and stuff like in grudgby and the two mention Cosmic Frontier so that they both nerd out about it to Willlow. Luz and Amity do stuff and Amity twists her ankle and gets scooped up by Luz as a throwback. Vee invites Masha to join them so she does stuff with her, I have a feeling Masha would like DnD and they both roleplay that they’re in DND as they run about in an obstacle course and jump into the soft trampoline thing from that really tall ledge like they’re escaping something by jumping into a river after a heist or something. They’d also climb like they’re on a cliff on the climbing walls. And they’d use the Tarot cards (I think that’s the name) to decide what they’d do as predictions and stuff. I dunno.

Sick day episode. Since Luz had that in one episode in one the witches are gonna get the common flu along with Luz and her mum. The witches are convinced it’s dramatically bad and is like the boiling isles version and how crazy it made Luz (I’m not sure if that’s what happened with Luz). In this one Vee would shapeshift into Luz to be at school and bring back her work plus cus she likes school as mentioned before.

Luz and Amity getting a dinner date and I dunno stuff like that.

The zoo episode. There will be the giraffe gag as was showed in S3 and they’ll run around and gave fun. Since I have gotten the theory that Vee might like animal stuff I think that she might volunteer at the zoo and therefore gives them special access to the behind the scenes. Camilla is at work in this home so she can’t chaperone them, therefore they get into more shenanigans. Luz stays around the bird section with Hunter as she looks at the owls and Hunter looks excitedly as the birds that look a bit like Flap Jack. Hunter however, gets especially obsessed over the wolves, Luz also says the snake fact with them shedding their skin and Amity looks at the cats and enjoys a cat cafe at the zoo. Gus looks at the chameleons and takes notes before taking notes of the humans themselves. Willow goes to the insect exhibit and looks at the insects, and chiefly the plants. They also accidentally robbed a gift shop.

THE CINEMAAA. I know there’s already a movie night idea but ya know… they all watch an old movie that Luz’s grandparents on her dad’s side take them to watch. Cus I dunno they just visit and I wanna see them watch an old movie kinda like ‘Italian Job’, as an example. Or something with Charlie Chaplin but they probably wouldn’t be that old, those are just examples since we haven’t actually met them if they’re actually alive. There might be a horror movie alternatively and they all get spooked when there’s something that looks a bit like Belos, Hunter in particular shakes and ends up hugging Willow whilst everyone holds hands together (aka the whole group together). Or they watch a romance one and they jokingly tease Luz and Amity for being so cheesy I guess.

Robotics Club Episode. So here’s the context for why I randomly thought this up: I was sitting outside at break, a nice person in my friend group picked me up and yeeted me into robotics club with everyone else and now I’m there with zero experience or knowledge regarding coding. Now I need to reference @moringmark again, look this person just makes such good TOH content- I- I have to. Basically there was a comic with Luz making a vehicle with glyphs in the boiling isles so maybe she has a small amount of inspiration and experience with a robotics club in her town and it ends up being an activity she does with Amity since she is also quite techy due to her dad. Therefore, she can also get into thinking about combining human technology with abomination tech.

An arts and crafts day, everyone at the house is bored and are just scrolling on their phones so Camilla sets out arts and crafts stuff for them to do: Luz draws fanart and does some taxidermy; Gus makes a display and/or a poster/homemade fact book thing about human history and the stuff he’s learnt about the culture; Willow makes plant wreaths, daisy chains and plant sculptures as well as doing her best to paint some pots; this is where Hunter gets to work with a sewing machine and basically sews abominable outfits and a bunch of wolves onto said outfits; Amity creates a technological thing aka where there’s the whole thing with balls rolling down into different slides and triggering stuff but with abomination magic mixed in to help; and Vee makes a couple of character sheets and plot ideas for DND (look I’m gonna admit it, I wish I could figure out how to play it but I don’t know where to look so eh I have no idea).

A convention episode. Now, they’re all nerds, they should go to a comic con convention or something. They will do it and I’m making them do it. Luz and Amity will go to the very small area with one or two artists for the Azura book series where there’s a bunch of fellow fans dressed up as characters from the books showing off fanart and getting it signed. Gus and Hunter will go to Cosmic Frontier stuff and Willow will join with Luz and Amity. Vee does DND stuff with Masha and the rest of their friend group. Gus and Hunter find Camilla at a stall drawing commissions and selling merch for cosmic frontier which she was keeping hidden from them. (She hides various requests for NSFW). Due to the cosplayers, Hunter and Gus think about outfits for the future.

Pride March/Fayre Episode. This is how Luz gets her bi badge and how Camilla gets her LGBTQ+ support badge which was donating to a lgbtq+ charity. They all have fun, until Disney shows up as Belos and screams at them that they’re not the Disney brand.

A Halloween Episode. They showed us it but maybe if we got showed it with more time and then making their cosplays then that would be fun.

Vet Episode. Maybe it would be fun to see Camilla working at the vets but eh.

Cooking episode?

[inkinmyheartandonthepage]

The Bet

Day 10 of flufftober and the prompt is Bet, Game, Contest. I hope you enjoy my take and you can read it here on Ao3.

“- really thought that Chris’s school play would get them together.”

“And you were wrong. Now, are you placing another bet or bowing out?”

“With the pot this big? No way. Eddie and Buck are idiots, but the sexual tension will get them eventually and when it does, I’ll be collecting.”

Buck froze where he was squatted down in the Grant-Nash kitchen, looking for a bowl that Bobby had requested that he grab. The group had gathered at the home for a barbeque, not to celebrate anything but to simply spend time with one another outside of work. They hadn’t been able to all come together like this in a while and they were taking advantage of the spare day they all had. The weather had been perfect, the kids happy and everyone relaxed.

“Okay, so what’s your next bet?” Hen asked.

“Halloween. Taking Chris trick or treating,” Chimney said firmly. “They will profess their love and being even more sickeningly cute than they already are. May as well give me my winnings now.”

Hen let out a loud ‘ha!’. “That what you said about your last guess.”

Chimney started grumbling, their voices fading away as the left the kitchen.

Buck’s limbs felt locked in place as he stared unblinking at the cupboard he had opened. The bowl he needed was right there in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to reach out and take it. His mind was blank apart from the one thought running through his head;

There was a bet on him and Eddie getting together.

Not a question of if they got together but when.

“Buck?”

Jolting at the sound of his name, Buck fell from his crouch to his ass with an oomph. He looked up to find Bobby hovering above him, eyebrow raised as he stared down at him.

“Did you find the bowl?” Bobby asked.

“Uh.” Buck blinked up at Bobby. He heard the question, but his mind didn’t register it. Couldn’t register anything other than the fact that all their friends had been betting on when Buck and Eddie would get together.

“Buck?” Bobby’s face twisted into something concerned. He started to crouch down, reaching for Buck -

“I have to go,” Buck blurted out. He scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking into Bobby who shifted back just in time. 

“What – Buck,” Bobby reached to grab Buck as he brushed past him, catching him around the wrist. “Hey, easy. What’s going on?”

Buck shifted from foot to foot, his mind spinning. Were he and Eddie in love with each other? How long had they been in love? Why hadn’t anyone told them.

“Buck, you look like you’re about to pass out,” Bobby said, moving his grip from Buck’s wrist to his elbow.

“I have to go,” Buck repeated, swaying in Bobby’s grip. He needed to think, to digest, to freak out in a home that wasn’t filled with their friends and family and the man who Buck was supposedly in love with.

“Breathe, Buck,” Bobby coached gently. “Just, take a moment. Here, why don’t we go sit?”

Buck was powerless as Bobby led him through the house. The chatter died away as Buck led him into an empty bedroom and carefully deposited Buck on the edge of the bed. Bobby stepped back and Buck watched as he crossed the room and shut the door gently. It took Buck a moment to realise that this was Bobby and Athena’s room.

“Take another breath, Buck,” Bobby said, voice calm and soothing like it was on calls.

Buck took another breath.

“Good job,” Bobby praised. “Keep going. We are just going to sit here until you’re ready.”

The bed dipped as Bobby came to take a seat beside Buck. His body was solid line of warmth and Buck automatically sunk into the touch.

Did Bobby know that he was in love with Eddie? Did Athena? Did Eddie know that he was in love with Buck? Was Buck the only one who didn’t know? It’s not like he didn’t know that he liked men. Buck had known for a long time that he liked both. Though, thinking on it now, he’s not really sure if anyone at the 118 knew that he was. Most of the time he talked about his dates they had been with women and some of the names he had mentioned had been gender neutral.

“I’m bi,” Buck blurted out, looking at Bobby who looked startled by the sudden admission.

Bobby’s expression softened. “Thank you for telling me, Buck.” His expression shifted into something concerned. “Are you worried about this? Because I can assure you, this isn’t going to change how any of us feel about you, Buck.”

Buck shook his head. “What? No, this isn’t a new, I know I’m, I’ve dated men.”

Bobby frowned. “Okay. Can I ask what has you spiralling?”

“Are Eddie and I in love?” Buck blurted out, looking at Bobby with wide eyes.

Bobby face fell. “Buck. I can’t answer that for you.”

“But you think we are?” Buck pressed. “Hen and Chimney have a bet going on when we get together. Not if, Bobby. When.”

Bobby shook his head. “I’ll have a word with them about that.”

Buck let out a pained whine. “You know about it?”

Bobby wrapped an arm around Buck’s shoulder, his hand curling into the muscle and gave it a firm squeeze. “I do. I’m not betting on you and Eddie, I promise. What the two of you have, that’s something for you two to work out. The bet, while misguided, does come from a place of love. They want you both to be happy.”

Buck slumped into Bobby, hanging his head. “So, everyone knows about it.”

“I’m afraid so,” Bobby chuckled. 

“Chimney has a bet on Halloween,” Buck said, voice coming out a little strangled.

Bobby gave a non-committal hum.

Buck swallowed thickly. “Do you – would he say anything – “

“No,” Bobby said quickly but firmly. “No one is allowed to interfere with you, or Eddie and they wouldn’t do that to either of you.”

Buck nodded. He didn’t think that Bobby was lying to him. Or that his family would purposefully be mean to him or Eddie. But the fact that they had a bet on them, that they could see something that he and Eddie had been missing.

It wouldn’t be the first time the two of them had been mistaken for a couple. Even early on in their friendship they had been. The Christmas elf they had taken Christopher to see sprung into Buck’s mind. And it had only grown more common as their friendship deepened. Strangers often commented on how cute a family they were.

And Buck supposed they were a family. He loved Chris like he was his own and Eddie had said that there was no one he trusted more with his son then him. He spent more time at the Diaz home then he did in his own. He practically lived with them. And Buck loved them with his whole heart. He just didn’t know he was in love with - 

Am I already in a relationship with Eddie? Buck thought frantically.

“Oh my god,” Buck groaned into his hands. “Are we really just not having sex?”

Bobby choked as there was a knock on the door.

Buck lifted his head out of his hands as the door swung open slowly and a moment later Athena was peeking her head in. “There you two are.” She looked between the two of them, a small frown appearing on her face. “Is everything okay.”

“Eddie and I are in a relationship, and we didn’t know,” Buck said miserably to Athena.

Athena rose her eyebrows and stepped into room fully. She slowly closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

“Buck overheard Chimney and Hen talking about the bet,” Bobby explained.

“I see,” Athena said, nodded. She gave Buck a sympathetic look. “How you doing, baby?”

Buck whimpered, pouting at Athena.

Athena chuckled, stepping away from the door and towards Buck. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Do you think Eddie knows we’ve been in a relationship this whole time?” Buck asked.

“That is something you need to talk to Eddie about,” Bobby said.

“My husband is right,” Athena said. “That’s not something we can answer for you.”

Buck shoulders slumped. “Yeah.” Buck rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. The idea of talking to Eddie now, of seeing him, made Buck’s heart thump rapidly in his chest. He couldn’t see Eddie like this. He still needed to get his head together and process that he was in love with his best friend. “I – I, uh, I think I’m still going to go home.”

“Okay,” Bobby said. He squeezed Buck’s shoulder again. “Would you like me to give you a ride home?”

Buck shook his head. “No. Thank you, though. I just need some time to think.”

Bobby gently pulled away, patting Buck on the back before he pulled away all together. “No worries.”

They stood and when Buck was steady on his feet, Athena took his hands in her. “Text us to tell us you got home okay. And if you need anything.”

“I will,” Buck said. He hunched so that Athena could press a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks.”

When they left the room, Athena gave Buck a parting hug before re-joining the party. Bobby followed Buck up the stairs and out of the house, walking him to his jeep. Before Buck could open the door, Bobby was pulling him into a tight hug.

Buck hugged him back, falling into the warmth and comfort.

Pulling back, Bobby made sure to catch Buck’s eyes. “Call if you need anything.”

“I will,” Buck smiled softly. “Thanks, Bobby.”

Bobby nodded and giving Buck one more pat before he stepped away. He watched Buck get in his jeep and stayed watching until Buck could no longer see him in his rear-view mirror as he drove away.

Buck doesn’t remember much of the drive home, his mind entirely on the fact that he loved Eddie. When he got inside his loft, he turned the lights on, went to the fridge, pulled out a beer and went and took a seat at his kitchen island. 

Opening the beer and taking a swig, Buck leaned on his elbows and stared at the marble tabletop.

“I love Eddie,” Buck murmured out aloud. The words made Buck’s stomach flutter. “I love Eddie.” He said again, louder. A smile started pulling at his lips until he was grinning. “I love Eddie.”

Buck felt like he was going to pass out with joy. Now that the initial shock of learning he was in love with his best friend, Buck felt elated. He also felt like an idiot. He had been looking for love all this time and it was right in front of him. How long had he and Eddie been building a life together with Chris?

Buck groaned and took another swig of his beer as the two emotions swirled around inside him. All this time, he and Eddie could have been together. If Eddie wanted to. An icy bolt went through Buck at the sudden thought and his hand clenched around his bottle. As quickly as it came it went, Buck shaking his head.

“No,” Buck mumbled to himself. “No, Eddie does. It takes more than one person to build a family. And we’ve been building it together.”

Because they had been. Buck didn’t find it and neither did Eddie. They built it together.

With that thought, Buck downed the rest of his beer and stood. He headed up stairs and decided to take a shower. He let the hot water relax him and wash away the nerves and confusion. By the time he got out and dried himself, dressing himself in a t-shirt and boxers, he was exhausted. He quickly turned off all his lights and made his way back upstairs, slipping into bed. He made an aborted to move to put his phone on charge when he realised, he left in the jeep. Inwardly he groaned but he was too comfortable now to get out of bed and go get it.

Instead, he closed his eyes and snuggled down into the sheets.

Buck jolted awake to the slam of his door.

“BUCK!”

Buck jolted upwards, his sheets pooling around his waist. “Wha’?”

“BUCK!”

Pounding footsteps sounded on the stairs and Buck blinked at the sudden light the flooded the loft. He winced, eyes slamming shut. He rubbed them before carefully and slowly opening them, squinting in the direction of the stairs. A second later and Eddie was flying into view, his face pinched with worry.

“Eddie?” Buck blinked. “What are you doing here?”

“You left the party early and then you weren’t answering your phone,” Eddie huffed. “Are you hurt?”

“Oh, no,” Buck shook his head, warmth pooling in his stomach at Eddie’s concern. “I left my phone in my jeep and was too comfortable to go and get it.”

Eddie let out a breath, his shoulder’s sagging. “You left. Without saying goodbye.”

Buck shifted under his sheet, ducking his head. “Sorry.”

Eddie drifted closer to the bed. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” Buck shook his head. “Just realised what a dumbass I am.”

“You’re not dumb,” Eddie said sharply. He came and sat on the edge of the bed, drawing his legs up under him until he faced Buck. “Don’t put yourself down like that.”

Buck’s smile felt soft and fond as he looked up at Eddie. “Yeah, well, in this case, I’m allowed to.”

Eddie brows scrunched up adorably. “What do you mean?”

Buck picked at his sheets, letting out a sigh. “Do you know about the bet they have on us?”

As soon as the word bet came out of Buck’s mouth, Eddie started to freeze up. His eyes widened and he looked guiltily at Buck.

“Oh my god! You do know about it!” Buck accused.

“Not for long,” Eddie rushed out, the words tripping over his tongue. “A month ago, I learned about it.”

“Eddie!” Buck groaned. “Were you just not going to tell me we were in love with each other?”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed bright pink. “I – I was! I was! Eventually. I was working up to it! I didn’t know if you loved me too.”

“I do,” Buck said, reaching through the space between them and taking Eddie’s hands. “Eddie, I love you.”

Eddie’s whole body relaxed, and he swayed forward towards Buck. “I love you.”

Buck beamed and he tugged Eddie closer, finally pulling him into a kiss. Sparks lit up under his skin as they kissed, Buck chasing the taste of Eddie as he shifted even closer. Buck released Eddie’s hand, bringing them up to cradle his face. His thumbs brushed over Eddie’s cheek bones as they pulled apart, their noses brushing against one another.

“See,” Buck breathed, voice low. “Dumbass. We could have been doing this ages ago.”

Eddie barked a laugh before he stole another kiss. “No. You’re the smartest guy I know. And we got there. Eventually.”

“We did,” Buck beamed, and it was his turn to steal a kiss. He pulled back, eyes running over Eddie happy features. “Where’s Chris?”

“Dropped him off with Abuela,” Eddie murmured, shifting even closer to Buck. “Will pick him up in the morning.”

Buck dropped his hands from Eddie’s face and instead grabbed his hips. “Good.” And then he dragged Eddie into his lap and kissed him deeply.

As they sunk into the kiss, Buck hummed, hands roaming and mapping Eddie’s body. Tomorrow, he, and Eddie would find a way to collect the winnings of the bet and shout themselves and Chris to a nice dinner and an outing. But right now, Buck was going to make up for lost time and discover all new thinks about Eddie.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

A Cut Above The Rest

Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Saving All My Love For You (Part 8)

Summary:Following the events at Steve's Halloween party, Eddie takes you back to his place for a bit of peace and quiet.

Word Count:1, 883

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You make your goodbyes, letting Robin know that Eddie’s taking you home. Profusely apologising about the way the evening had gone, and graciously thanking Steve for dealing with Jacob.

"No, no you don’t have to apologise, it wasn’t your fault.” Steve comforts you. “..And you won't have to worry about him for a long time." Steve reassures you with a calming hand on your shoulder. "Police chief Hopper owes me a favour anyway."

You wipe away the wet tear streak that had fallen down your cheek, smiling with nod as you thank Steve once more.

“Hey,” Eddie says softly, laying a soft touch to your shoulder. “You ready to go?”

“Yes, please.” you nod.

You find yourself cruising down the road, sitting beside Eddie in his van, when suddenly you remember that Robin was the one with the keys to the apartment. You hadn't yet had your own copy of her keys, cursing yourself for forgetting that fact.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry, if you want, I can drive you back to my place?” Eddie offers sweetly.

“No, no, I wouldn’t want to impose on you, I mean; I’ve already torn you away from the party,  you shouldn’t have to also deal with me unloading all my baggage on you like this." You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

"You would never be imposing, not with me, and it's not baggage, it's just your past. Everyone's got a story, everyone’s got their own shit to deal with, and you don’t have to go through it alone, y’know, I’ll be there to hold your hand, if you want me that is.” he tells you. “You’re coming home with me, plus it’d make me feel a lot better to know that you were somewhere safe.” he admits, driving past Robin’s apartment, and towards his home.

“Thanks Eddie, that’s really sweet of you to say.” You smile, despite the few tears that threaten to spill from your eyes.

“Hey hey..no more of that..okay?” He says softly. “How about we put on some music, yeah?”  

“I’d like that, please.” 

Eddie reaches down into the little collection of cassette tapes that he keeps by the van’s gearshift, his eyes never leaving the road as he pops the tape into the van’s cassette player.

“How do you know which tape you’re even putting in there?” you ask him

“Oh, I know which one it is, trust me.” he replies with an air of confidence.

The slow start of Whitney Houston’s Saving All My Love For You pours out from the speakers. Did he just know that this was your favourite song? Or was he purposely trying to impress you?

Though I've tried to resist being last on your list

But no other man's gonna do

So I'm saving all my love for you.

“You know, I didn’t have Eddie Munson, Hawkins’ resident metal-head, down as a secret Whitney Houston fan.” you lightly tease.

“I’ve come to develop an admiration  of her music ever since a certain someone I know gave me this very mix-tape with this song on it in high school.” he tells you, his brown eyes sparkling as they flicked over to you.

“Wait..you’re telling me that this is the mixtape I gave you in ‘85? You still have it after all this time?” You stutter.

Ten years ago you worked up the courage enough to give the cute, fuzzy-haired metal-head in your English class a mix-tape, you would never have imagined that he would still be holding on to it all these years later.

“What can I say? When the prettiest girl in all of the school takes the time to give me a carefully selected mixtape, I take that very seriously.” He explains. “Y’know, I was going to ask you to come see us play in The Hideout when you came up to me that day, but I chickened out. Nerves got the better of me I guess.”

“I always thought you were cute, Eddie. Even back in high school.” you shyly admit to him as you lay your hand over his where it rests on the gearshift of his van. "I'd have gone anywhere with you."

It didn’t take very long before Eddie was pulling into the driveway of Forest Hills trailer park, his van rolling to a slow stop beside a small trailer on the edge of the park.

He rushes around to your side of the van to open the door for you, taking you by the hand to ease you out of your seat and lead you towards the quaint trailer.

“I’m sorry it’s nothing compared to Harrington’s palace, but it’s humble and it’s home.” he tells you, holding the trailer’s door open for you.

"Eddie, you don’t have to apologise for where you live. It’s a very nice home.” you tell him as you follow in behind him.

"Yeah I moved out of the old trailer into this one, to give my uncle a bit of space, whilst still being close enough if he needs me for anything." 

You look around the space in which you find yourself, it’s modestly decorated, nothing too fancy or particularly garish. You find yourself drawn to the few small figurines that sit on a shelf in his living room.

“Painted them myself.” he smiles proudly, nodding towards the figures. “They’re for D&D.” 

“Oh yeah, I remember, you used to be the head of the school’s dungeons and dragons club.”

“Yeah, Hellfire was my baby.” He laughs a little at the memory. “I never did get you to sign my yearbook, did I?”

“I could do it now, for you, if you like?” you offer shyly.

“Really?” 

“Yeah come on, it could be fun, I could write some silly little message in there for you!”

“Alright then, just give me a minute, let me see if I can find it, and let me give you something a little more comfortable to wear, Morticia.” he says, his eyes raking over the way the clingy velvet material of your dress hugs your curves. "You gonna be alright for a while?" He checks in with you.

"Yeah I'll be fine, take your time."

You sit with yourself a minute before you hear Eddie stumbling back into the room. He’s already changed out of his pirate costume, although you can still see a faint smudge of black liner under his lashes where he’s tried to clean his face. He’s wearing a faded Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting black and red plaid pyjama pants.

“Here, you can get changed into these, hopefully you should be more comfortable.” he says, throwing a bundle of clothes your way. “Bathroom’s down there and the left.” he says pointing down the hall.

“Thanks Ed.” you smile gratefully.

You take the bundle of clothes and make your way into the bathroom to change.

You wrangle yourself out of the tight constraints of your Halloween costume, and slip into the warm comfort of the baggy Metallica t-shirt and chequered boxers, and clean your face of the makeup you'd been wearing as best you can, before making your way back into the living room where Eddie is.

"Hey! I found my old yearbook!" He cheers, before turning his head around to see you dressed in his clothes. His heart is caught in his throat as he sees you. You look so adorable like this, so much so that Eddie couldn't help but let his mind wander to the thought of what if it was always like this. He suddenly saw his whole life ahead of him, and there wasn't a single moment without you in it. His girl.

Just like two people who always belonged together. 

"Is this seat taken?" You chuckle, nodding to the empty space on the couch.

“It’s all yours.” He smiles back at you, allowing you to plop down next to him.

Eddie thumbs open the yearbook on his lap.

“Class of ‘86, huh? What a year that was!” He chuckles reminiscently. 

“..And look at that..” you start, pointing your finger to the little picture of Eddie in his yearbook. “..Voted most likely to become a rockstar!” you smile.

“Well I’m not a rockstar yet, Sweetheart.” He chimes.

You suppress the urge to break into a beaming grin at the way the affectionate pet name so easily fell from his lips.

“Key word being ‘yet’, you’ll get there soon, and when you do, I’ll be right there, in the crowd, cheering you on!” you tell him as you lean your shoulder into his.

Eddie preens under your praises, with a pink flush spreading out from his cheeks. Your words warming his heart from the inside out.

You reach your hand out to the side table next to you, where a box of pens stand next to a rotary phone and a stack of post-it notes.

“May I?” you ask, pen-in-hand, nodding towards his yearbook. “You did say I never got the chance to sign it.”

Eddie hands over the book to you, watching you as you carefully scribble a message on the back pages of his book before closing it shut and handing it back to him.

He takes the book from you before going to open it up to read your message only for your hands to reach out and stop him in his tracks.

“No! You can’t read it now! You’ve gotta read it when I’m not here!”

“Alright, I’ll save it for later.” He nods.

You suddenly feel a wave of tiredness come over you as you try your best to stifle a yawn behind your hand. The dramatics at Steve's party were now starting to take its toll on you.

"You feeling sleepy?" Eddie asks, as he feels you leaning into him a bit more than you were before.

You mumble a quiet "yes" with a subtle nod of your head.

"Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight." Eddie says, and before you can even protest he's helping you into the warmth of his bed's blankets, hushing your worries about being an imposition.

“I told you, you’re not imposing, I’m offering.” He assures you as he leaves you to get comfortable in his room, before going to make up the couch for him to sleep on.

“Eddie, where are you going?” You call out to him before he can leave. 

“I was gonna give you some space, sleep on the couch.” he explains.

“Eddie..” you sigh. “This is your bed, you should get to sleep in it too. There’s plenty of room for two people.” you say as you open up the sheets for him to get under.

He makes his way over to you, slotting himself next to you under the warmth of his duvet.

You tentatively snuggle yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his middle.

“Is this okay?” you ask, glad of the darkness flooding in from his window to hide the heat of your embarrassment.

Eddie wastes no time in doing the same, by wrapping his arms around you to bring you close to him.

“Sweetheart, It’s more than okay.” He smiles, laying a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. “Now get some sleep, and I’ll be here for you in the morning.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @slutty-thevampireslayer @xxhellfirebunnyxx @mmunson86 @avalon-wolf @ali-r3n @jesssssmaybankk @munsonology

[dinogoofy]

FIRST FIC OF HALLOWEEN LETS GOOOO

TW: Spectrophilia. Fingering. Rude Bi-han. Cold hands. MDNI!!!

No pronouns are mentioned, but reader is written as AFAB.

Bi-han X reader: Haunted House

Prompt: You moved into an old house last year, and strange things have been happening every time you bring a new date home. Doors opening, dishes rattling. Thing is- they only seem to happen around your dates. After the last guy breaks three of his fingers due to a cabinet slamming shut on him, you contact a friend that sends over her cooky spiritual aunt. She does some weird shit with some animal bones, and your house gets struck by lightning. Somehow, this must have charged the energies in the house, because now you can actually see the poltergeist. Turns out, he's in love with you, and has been jealous of all the living men who You've brought home.

   A lightning strike directly on your house sounds like a fucking bomb. For a minute, you had sworn that World War 3 had started and you were unfortunate enough to be the first to die. You had flinched away from the cooky older woman and into the floor. The candles that she had set up on your coffee table had gone out, leaving the room pitch black. If you weren’t still panicking, you’d be worried about your appliances and how long the electrical company would take to get your power up and running. Your ears are ringing so loud you can hardly hear the woman as she giggles and says something. You can’t even look at her, curled up on the floor desperately taking deep breaths to cool down. You hear a deep voice, a man’s voice, and it causes you to jump and look around frantically. Only you and Aunt Tessa were supposed to be in the house, so what was that?!

   “You’re certainly easily startled, aren't you!” The Aunt Tessa again. You glance at her, placing a hand over your racing heart. 

   “What was that?” You ask. She smiles in a weird way, and begins to pick up the strange little setup of bones and candles and herbs she sat laid out across your coffee table. 

   “Well, my niece might have lied to you a - teensy little bit! I- as a simple, homely witch, can’t actually dispel spirits!” You make a face of disbelief at her, and she giggles again. She leans down to help you up, and your hands are still shaking from the -literal- shock of having your house struck by lightning. You really needed to check the wiring or call someone to come make sure you’re house wasn’t going to go up in flames any minute, but right now you really just wanted to feel like you could breathe again. 

   “What I did do, however, is charge the energies of the house.” She declares excitedly. You Bring your hands up to your head, massaging your temples out of stress.

   “You what?!” You cry. She nods her head happily.

   “I figured this guy really needed to fix his little problem, so you know, might as well give him the power to do so!” She’s already collected her things, and even as you desperately ask her what she means by that, all she does is nod and smile contentedly as she walks out the door and shuts it behind her. You’re left reeling as she leaves the house in the pouring rain, but when you run to open the door and catch her, she’s already gone. There’s no trace of her anywhere. There's a cold prickly feeling that leaves goosebumps up your arm, one that you know for a fact you have felt before, off and on, but only ever when you had dates over. 

   “Crazy old hag.” At first, the words don’t quite register in your head. And then you wonder if you had said it without realizing it, but a cold feeling washes over you when you realize that the words were certainly too deep in tone to come from you. You slowly turn around and are met with the chest of a man no less than two feet away from you. You look up and are met with hardened honey-brown eyes. His eyebrows furrow after a moment of eye contact.

   “What’s wrong with you now?” He grumbles, clearly talking to himself. It didn’t seem to occur to him just yet that you could see him. You take a step back in disbelief before you remember to breathe again. You take a step back and hit the door, before bolting around him for your phone.

   “What. The actual. Fuck!” You’re exasperated, desperately fumbling with your phone to try and call your best friend.

   “You can see me?” The Man asks, but it sounds more like a statement. He’s close behind you when you turn around to pace, and you flinch.

   “No! No, I can’t. I can’t see you, I can't hear you, and I’m definitely not talking to you right now!” You can hear a small huff of amusement from him as you run into your room and close the door. The phone rings a few times before your friend picks up.

   “You need you call your Aunt back over here right now!” You demand before she can even get a word in. 

   “Why? What happened? Is everything okay?”

   “No!” You cry, beginning to ramble. “First she got the house struck by lightning, and then she was just talking absolute nonsense before she left about some guy and him needing to work out his problems and whatever, and then she left- and I can- I can see the freaking ghost now, dude!” You start off loud and fast, and by the time you get the last few words you’ve started to whisper-scream at the phone.

   “Hold on- you’re saying the ghost is a dude? Is he hot?” You are completely dumbfounded. What the hell man, you're having a crisis here!

    “I just need her to tell me when this guy is going to go away!” You whisper-shout at her. She humms on the other side of the phone. You’re still pacing around your room.

   “I can hear you.” A deep voice rumbles next to your ear, as you turn again, and he’s right in front of you. You hadn’t seen the ghost coming (probably because he's a ghost. A literal fucking ghost) and you scream in fright due to the surprise, before groaning in aggravation and running into the bathroom, slamming the door beyond you.

   “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?!” You yell. You can hear him scoff, and that weird chilly feeling goes away, so you assume that he’s gone to another part of the house.

   “Wow, was that him? His voice is hot.” 

   “That doesn't matter!” You screech into the phone. Your friend is laughing at you now, and if you weren’t still losing your mind you probably would be laughing too. You take a second to collect yourself, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

   “Okay, Look, I’m trying not to lose my shit here. I thought she was going to handle the ghost problem, but now I have a walking-talking roommate who can walk through walls and just disappear whenever he wants. How do I deal with that?” You ask frantically. Your friend hums over the phone, and knowing her, you’re positive she is going to come up with some optimistic answer that doesn’t include an eviction letter for the poltergeist in your home.

   “Aunt Tessa is tricky to get ahold of, so if she thinks she’s done what she needs to do, I doubt either of us will be able to get in contact with her.” She says, almost in a guilty tone.

   “Sooo, You’re stuck with him for right now, probably? Until he finishes whatever unfinished business he had in the living world, anyway. The point is, why not get used to him at least? Talk to him, maybe find out why he’s still in the land of the living or whatever. It wouldn’t hurt.” Your friend says over the phone. You sigh, knowing that she’s right. 

   “Fine, I guess. But if this goes wrong and he makes my life more of a living hell than it was before, I’m blaming you.” You grumble, she laughs at you, letting you know that she wouldn’t blame you if you did, and hangs up the phone. You lean on the bathroom counter with a sigh, and after a moment of dread and stubbornness, you decide to try and talk to the ghost.

   You march back into your room, and after being a little thankful he wasn’t just waiting for you outside your door, you walk into the hallway. You end up walking through the house looking for him until you find Casper the grumpy ghost in the kitchen, watching the rain through the windows. 

   You lean on the kitchen island behind him with folded arms, waiting for him to speak up. When he doesn’t even spare you a glance, you realize he’s ignoring you, so you speak up to break the silence.

   “Do you have a name or what?” You ask bluntly. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, keeping his eyes ahead of him.

   “It’s Bi-han.” He states. It’s a curt response, and it almost annoys you. After all that ruckus in the house, slamming doors and drawers and breaking the fingers of a date you really liked, this is how he acts? Quiet, grumpy, and not at all the hothead you imagined?

   "Do you already know my name?" You ask. Bi-han rolls his eyes, but nods. You eye him suspiciously. It's quiet for a moment, but all of the previous ghostly activity in the house is really bothering you, and you end up asking him more questions with more attitude than you usually give off.

   “So it’s been you with the cabinets and doors and stuff, right?” He hums gruffly in response, more interested in looking outside at the rain than listening to you. That's seriously all he has to say?!

   “Could you at least tell me why?” You snap at him. His face scrunches up into a snarl as he looks out the window.

   “Do I need to?” The nerve of this man!

   “Yes! Yes. You need to.” He rolls his eyes and turns around to face you. You’re reminded of just how tall he is, and you try not to let his attractiveness affect your very valid anger. 

   “If you want to know so bad…” He says, stepping towards you. “Every man you bring home is incompetent.” He’s almost uncomfortably close, and you start to take a step back before you realize you’re trapped against the counter. Still, you try to keep a brave face as he closes in on your personal space. He keeps eye contact with you the entire time he approaches.

   “They’re ridiculous and incapable of caring for a woman. Every one of them” His low rumble reverberates through your chest somehow and you realise that the icy, prickly feeling from before has increased tenfold.

   “Why should I let you waste your time?” He says. Your breath catches in your throat as he lifts your chin in his hand. His eyes only ever break eye contact to look at your lips, and before you know it, he’s leaned in to kiss you. His lips feel strange, not quite physical even though you can feel every part of him just like you would a living man. His kiss is hard and demanding, and you’re not sure what to do. In the end, you decide, fuck it! You may be pissed with this guy, but you haven't slept with anyone since you moved into this house. And despite being a phantom, Bi-han was really, really attractive. He makes a deep hum when you start to kiss him back. You set your hands on his ghostly chest, and his hand releases your chin to circle around your waist. He bites your lip lightly, causing you to gasp. He leans back just barely, and you can hear him huff in amusement. You open your eyes to see his smirk, and hold back a scowl.

   “What?” You ask. He presses a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth, before trailing kisses down your neck. It’s like he knows all of your sensitive spots by heart, nipping and sucking to leave impossible bruises on your neck. One of his hands threads through your scalp and tugs, keeping your neck exposed to him. You can’t help but let out a little whine.

   “I knew you’d be easy, but I wasn’t expecting you to be quite this eager.” He rumbles. You scoff and then gasp as he nips at the hollow of your throat.

   “Excuse me?!” You breathe. He chuckles darkly before you feel a hand slip down your front, down, down, and then back up, under your shirt. You inhale sharply at the feeling of his cold hand as he caresses your breasts through your bra.

   He takes the moment to kiss you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You can’t help but let out an involuntary noise as he drags his ice-cold hand under your bra, flicking your nipples in a tease before removing his hands again. You huff in annoyance, and he tips your head back again as he tongues you. His tongue is cold, just like the rest of him, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. You almost enjoyed the feeling of the cold appendage roving across your warm and living tongue and teeth.

   His free hand trails down your body and into the waistband of your pants. He presses your sweet spot over your underwear before slipping inside of the spandex. You inhale a sharp breath as he gives you a short moment to breathe before kissing you breathlessly all over again. His cold fingertips flick your clit and you let out a squeak. He chuckles before his fingers slip downward to circle your slit. He teases your entrance for a minute, collecting the wetness that had already started to accumulate. You feel him smirk into the kiss, before he plunges a finger into you. You moan, muffled by his lips. 

   He releases you from the kiss as he starts to finger you eagerly, sucking and marking down your jaw and throat. You try in vain to keep your noises down, but it’s a struggle with how expertly Bi-han is touching your body. He slips in a second cold finger, scissoring your insides, and you feel the knot in your lower regions start to tighten. He can feel you clench as you get closer and closer to cumming. You’re moaning and whining louder now, only able to care about the pleasure Bi-han is giving you. You’re so close, right there, and then… He pulls his fingers away, stepping away from you and leaving you hanging.

   “I… What?” You mumble, brain completely gone.

   “You didn’t really think you were going to get fucked tonight, did you?” He says gruffly. 

   “I had to watch you bring man after man home, watching them touch you when I knew I could make you feel better than they ever could…” He leans forward, whispering in your ear in a sexy, low voice.

   “You think you can get away with taunting me like that? Please. If you want me to fuck you, You’re going to beg me for it.” Bi-han doesn’t even lean back, he simply disappears in front of you. The cold prickle on your skin remains for a second, dragging from your jaw to your chin before disappearing similarly. All you can do is stand there, leaning against the kitchen counter feeling like your legs are about to give out. You learned three things today: One, your ghost most definitely was scaring your dates away on purpose. Two, He’s hot. Like really hot. Even his voice is hot, and you're kinda annoyed that you’re agreeing with your friend when you really wished you could say it wasn't doing things for you. Three, Jesus Christ, You really wanted to fuck your ghost. Wonder how long you needed to beg him to take you, and if you can manage to get him to do so sooner rather than later.

[postwarlevi]

Happy Halloween III

Content: 1.6k words of the evening after trick or treating with your and Levi's daughter.

Not required: Part I /////// Part II

"Happy Halloween! Have a good night!" You call out and wave to your friends from your front porch.

"Mama! Come in!" Your little girl calls from in the living room.

It's Halloween night and you and your husband Levi have recently returned home from a night out of trick or treating with your daughter and some family friends who are on their way home.

"Coming darling." You say and come back in, shutting the door and locking it.

"Boo!" You fake scream as she jumps at you as you turn, your husband standing close by with a smile.

"Oh! My wicked little witch!" You chuckle and poke her shoulder, referring to the costume she's picked this year.

"Our pretty little witch." Levi corrects you, taking her hat and broom.

She giggles and goes dancing around the room, calling out to the newest member of the family, a black cat that made it's way into your yard one day some months back and has been an indoor kitty ever since, after very little effort from you daughter in convincing you and Levi.

"There you are!" She picks him up and he mews at her happily.

"Just a few minutes then let's get you cleaned up." Levi says, taking the bag of candy that's been collected into the kitchen for inspection.

She's so attached to the cat, and he to her, that you know it was the right decision to let him stay.

"Anything good in there?" You come in too, looking through the bag.

Your little one comes in too and plops the cat onto the chair and looks at all the goodies with you.

"Did you have a nice time tonight?" Levi asks as you all sort through the candy.

"Yes daddy! I always have a good time with you and mommy and uncle Erwin!" She says of the family friend who you'd been with earlier, along with his wife and son.

The running joke between you is that one day your daughter would marry their son. Levi always shot it down just for the fact that his little princess would stay little forever in his eyes.

Heading fast to her preteen years, Levi is hanging on as long as he can. You are less worried about what will surely happen one day, and more worried about raising a teen girl in the future. You remember your own years, and Levi has no idea.

"Okay pumpkin, let's get you out of your costume." You say after sorting a little bit.

Levi puts the cat on the floor who scurries after her as she wanders to the bathroom. You follow to help remove the makeup and fake play nails.

Sure that she can undress herself after helping unfasten part of the outfit, you let her close the door to her room to get into pajamas and go to your room to do the same.

"Evening Mrs Ackerman." Levi comes into the room to get out of his day clothes too, coming over to pull you into a hug.

"Hello Mr Ackerman." You smile and hug him tight, resting your head on his chest as he sighs contently, both of you enjoying the moment after a noisy evening.

"I'm happy to be home." Levi says, kissing you head.

It had been fun, of course, but it is true you both enjoy the simple sounds of your little girls happy laughter as she chases her kitty around the house, much more then the excitement of the whole neighborhood out and about all at once. Thankfully it's not an everyday occurrence.

You both finish getting into pajamas and go meet your daughter in the living room. She's sitting on the couch, kitty on her lap, with a few pieces of candy, ready to be eaten.

"Oh, let's see what we have." You come sit on one side and Levi on the other. You already told her a couple pieces tonight is okay, and, the thoughtful girl she is, has included your favorites in the pile.

"Could we watch a movie?" She asks you hopefully.

"Well, it isn't a school night, so we can start one until we get tired." It will take a little more time to settle down anyway.

"I won't get tired!" She says excitedly with a slight bounce, making the cat adjust and blink up at her. She leans in to kiss his head and pet him and he settles right back down, purring loudly.

"How he was ever an outside cat, I'll never know." You chuckle.

After a couple tries you agree on a shorter movie and snack on your candy as it starts.

Levi takes all the candy wrappers and stands to go throw them in the trash. As he passes the couch back to his seat on the far side, he squeezes your shoulder adoringly.

You give him a sweet smile as he sits down and without words and a light in his eyes that's reserved only for the people in the room, you can feel how much he adores his family.

You know at one time Levi felt maybe he wasn't deserving of such a gift as a loving family. You try to tell him and show him all the time, and over the years, he finally stopped stressing that maybe this wouldn't be there one day, and now looks forward to waking up every morning with his family.

You mouth 'I love you' to him and he feels his heart skip a beat. He'll never tire of it.

Turning you attention back to the movie and hear your daughter yawn after just a few minutes.

"Let's get your teeth brushed, then we can keep watching." Levi says, gently removing the cat from her lap who is sleepy enough to just crawl right into the oval shaped cat bed on the floor by the coffee table.

It's apparent she isn't going to make it the whole movie now that things are more calm, and brushing teeth is a must.

You all head to the bathroom and brush. You and Levi are going to bed soon too.

"Want to finish the movie in the morning?" You ask once you're all finished.

But she opens her eyes wide and tells you she's not tired.

You hide a shared smile with Levi and go continue the movie, and as expected very soon your daughter can't keep her head up anymore and her head is falling forward.

"Come on you." Levi picks her up and you turn the tv off and follow behind as you both tuck her in.

"Daddy, read a chapter in my book." She mumbles as her head hits the pillow.

"Are you sure sweetie?" He asks, sitting on the edge of her bed as your hand him her current read.

"Please." She insists, though her eyes are closed.

She's old enough to read herself and will read with you or by herself at times, but still enjoys when you read to her, especially when she's sleepy.

So Levi takes out the bookmark of the shorter chapter book and begins reading a couple pages. While she falls asleep listening to her daddy's voice, you straighten up a few things around the room so you can listen too.

You love hearing him read these middle grade books that maybe you read way back when and he maybe missed out on due to some hardships.

He reads softly and closes the book just a page and a half in after seeing your daughter is asleep. You come over and hug him from behind and kiss his cheek as you watch her sleep for a few minutes before leaving the room quietly and heading back to your room.

Slipping into bed you snuggle up close and rest your head on his chest. His arms wrap around you right away and he rubs your back.

"Thank you." He says it a lot in these quiet moments when he's so thankful for you and your daughter and this life together that he loves so much.

"I love you so much sweetheart. You make us so happy." You kiss his chin and nuzzle into his chest.

"I love you too." He sighs and closes his eyes with a smile.

While Levi's unease of good things happening in his life has lessened over the years, he loves that you never stop reassuring him. He'll make you and your daughter happy for the rest of his days, just as you do for him.

"There's a lot of candy to get through." You mumble, making him chuckle.

"I'll bring some to work. Not the good stuff, that stays here." He notes.

"What do you think she'll want to be next year?" You ask as you listen to his heartbeat.

Next year is a long way off. Who knows what she'll be into then? And who knows when it will be the last year she does trick or treating and instead goes to a party.

"She could go as a popstar, as long as she's happy." And as long as the outfit isn't too adult, of course.

With the way she loves books, you wouldn't be surprised if she's a character in whatever her favorite is at that time. You can only imagine.

"Goodnight love." Levi says after a few minutes, feeling your body settle into his.

"Night." You say as your eyes close.

In the meantime, you'll all take all the costumes, trick or treating, movies and story time you can get together.

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Thanks to @chaotic-on-main for a little inspirational idea :)

[scary-tingz]

Slashers + Their Merchandise

A/N: Spirit Halloween is finally back.. and of course I needed to go for my costume and obligatory mug. Here’s the slashers and their thoughts on a reader who collects their merchandise.

Slashers Included: Michael Myers (any), Bubba Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface, Chucky

Warnings/Tags: SFW, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, regular reader and victim reader included

Michael Myers

If there’s one thing every Myers has in common, it’s ego.

Michael has already made up his mind, he’s going to allow you to live and accept you as his own, so whether or not you’re a fan is of no concern to him…

But it does feel nice. To be recognized, praised, admired even.

He can’t help but feel a fondness towards your little hobby of collecting merch of his, even if it is silly stuff like mugs with his face on them. To him, it only cements your loyalty and reaffirms his belief that he’s a great killer. I mean, you have to kill a lot to get your own merchandise and tourist based knickknacks, right?

He may feel a little jealous if you collect merch for other slashers though. Don’t be surprised if you find your Freddy fedora in the trash or something like that.

If he were to pursue you as an unlucky victim only to find out you were a fan, he wouldn’t spare you but he’d try to make your death special in some way. He has his reasons for killing you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t give a fan a proper show…

Bubba Sawyer (and co.)

Bubba likely didn’t even know about their merch at first, and doesn’t really know what to make of it.

They respect it as a cool little hobby of yours, thinks it’s sweet that you’d show interest in the things he does.

Chop Top and Nubs get a real hoot out of it, they probably sell Bubs on the idea of the merch since she values family so much. Anything her brothers are so fond of must be good, right?

Drayton likely isn’t a fan. The fact that the murders are well known enough to become a local story with souvenirs and everything makes him even more paranoid than before, so I doubt he approves.

That doesn’t mean you won’t catch Bubba wearing one of those “I Saw Texas” shirts on laundry day though.

Killing a fan would likely make him very sad though. An outsider who actually likes him is something he never thought possible, so once again Bubs is forced to kill his only connection to a person from the outside world… He’ll try to be merciful.

Freddy Krueger

If you think Michael is full of himself, you haven’t met Freddy. Myers seems humble in comparison.

He will actively complain if you buy merch for other slashers instead of his, if you don’t have a shrine before October is out you’re doing something wrong!

I’m sure somewhere in his own little realm he has a museum dedicated to himself, and he’d gladly let you borrow an old little number of his to wear as a costume.

Will 100% call you basic for buying anything Haddonfield related but the ultimate sin is buying anything Jason or Camp Crystal Lake themed.

He was already salty that you were looking at other slashers, but JASON?! He’ll get you for that one, and your little dog too!

If you’re already a victim and he finds out you’re a fan of his work, it adds an extra layer of sick pleasure to the killing. What better way to snuff out a fan than to kill them himself? You like his murders so much, fine, he’ll murder you.

Jason Voorhees

Confused at first. There’s this mug in his cabinet all of the sudden that looks just like him, when the hell did that happen? Maybe you got a new skill and made it, impressive. Then he sees hockey jerseys with his mask on them, big goofy plastic machetes just like his… Where the hell is all this coming from?

He asks you about it and when you tell him there’s a store that sells things with his likeness he doesn’t know how to feel. Flattered? Insulted? Undeserving?

He’s still not sure, but seeing you enjoy yourself while putting the items to good use makes him happy… So he accepts it.

Jason would likely spare an average fan outside of his camp, especially if you’re younger and see him as an icon for the misunderstood. But if you’re an obsessive fan, willfully encroaching on his territory in search of relics or sightings, he’ll kill you. It crosses a line into disrespectful territory in his eyes, as he’s very sensitive about his past.

Ghostface

You really know how to get on his good side, don’t you?

Every Ghostface is an egotistical megalomaniac, and you being a fan just makes it so, so much worse.

Especially if you guys are living together and/or know each other outside of his life of crime… Bonus points if you’re unaware of that fact, excitedly showing him a piece of merch you paid way too much for while he smiles down at you. How cute.

It motivates him to add a bit more panache to his killings this year, maybe he’ll even write a little message to the fans in the victim’s blood… Though it’s clearly meant for you.

He will definitely collect merch for other slashers with you, he probably already has a sizable collection himself! He harbors no jealousy towards the classic slashers, only admiration. Newer slashers though… He might have a little competition with.

The classics are classic for a reason, you know… They just don’t do it like they used to, only he can truly capture the art of killing!

Chucky/Tiffany

He finds it hilarious but will constantly complain about how it doesn’t capture his likeness well enough, like a Flynn Rider poster situation.

He will definitely bully you about it but will also get upset if you stop collecting because of his teasing, so don’t mind him!

Tiffany loves it though, thinks it’s the cutest thing how much you admire them. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been collecting Chucky’s merch for a while now, but it’s hard to keep the collection updated when she’s always moving.

Despite his complaining, you can and will find him drinking his morning coffee out of a mug shaped like his head.

If you find a shirt his size he might wear it if he’s going undercover, just for the sake of irony.

Tiff loves those Good Guy sweaters you find at Spirit Halloween, and those stupid lil knife purses too! She’d wear those things year round if she could.

Chuck would definitely wear a Tiffany costume if he was in a femme body, but aggressively refuses otherwise. He thinks it’s not hot if he’s a dude.

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Epilogue - A Stubborn Downfall

Synopsis: things are a little tense in the Hartfelt home. But Alastor always knows a way to…distract us.

Happy Halloween!

Master List

WARNING! It's spicy :P

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I gently poured another cup of warm water over Wren's head. The blood had long vanished from the water, replaced by suds funneling down the drain. She was plenty old to wash herself but after tonight, she needed a little love and tenderness.

I turned off the faucet and helped her to shaky feet. I draped her towel over her shoulders and when she lightly pushed me away, I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I let out a sigh.

My eyes glanced around the old room that had once been mine. The memories came back as easily as if they were last week. I could remember the first time opening the old closet in the corner to a collection of terribly outdated dresses and skirts. I could remember looking at myself in the bathroom mirror when I had first discovered my true nature.

There were so many other memories stored away in this room; good and bad. Every time I walked in, I would remember what Alastor had been like when we first met, and how far he and I both had come since then.

The bathroom door opened. Wren was in her usual plain night clothes and her hair was a mess. Her eyes, which seemed unable to focus on anything in particular, stared through me. I tucked her into bed like I used to do when she was little then sat on the other side of the her.

She curled up against my side and let my magic coax her into a deep sleep. I didn't dare move until several minutes had passed of even breaths. When I did move, I made sure to put a few pillows where I had been to give her subconscious the false feeling that I was still sitting beside her.

Piranha was waiting in the hallway when I left the room. "Is she okay?"

"For now," I answered quietly.

"What about tomorrow?" She was leaning against the wall with one foot propped against the wood and her arms crossed. Her stern tone couldn't hide the fact that she cared deeply for her sister.

"She may process this very differently than you," I gently reminded her. "I have a feeling she may internalize a lot."

"How do we stop that?"

"By being there for her."

"How?"

I placed a hand on her shoulder. My black scales were a stark contrast to her short, bright red hair. Her ears were as straight as ever but flicked every now and then. Her pair of horns had grown out nearly all the way but, as we discovered, she was capable of summoning more to sprout from her head like antlers. It was a strange, terrifying, and amazing sight to see.

"This will become normal so we need to act normal. Don't treat her like she's fragile or like she might explode,” I explained.

"But killing someone isn't normal."

I let out a sigh and removed my hand. "Unfortunately, for us, it is." I suddenly noticed her white knuckles gripping her sleeve. "Which is why it's important that we are careful with whose soul we choose to take."

Piranha swiftly turned away and locked herself in her bedroom. I ran my hands through my hair as I took a deep breath. Piranha had already made her first kill. She was like me when I first had a taste of Demon blood: stubborn. She fought the cravings until she drove herself mad or until I managed to sneak in pieces of flesh in a soup or gumbo of some kind.

I had been expecting Piranha to give in to the cravings and killing, but she was showing to be surprisingly disturbed by it. She had killed plenty of squirrels and rabbits on our hunting hikes, and she excelled at combat, but she seemed to be suffering after her first kill two months ago.

It made me wonder if Wren, who was a strong empath, might develop a drive for killing. If she was in tune to souls like I was, she may enjoy the feeling of manipulating a soul out of someone's body. I would need to be careful with her.

The tip of my tail flicked the floor as I slipped into my room. Alastor was waiting by the fireplace with his back to me. He turned upon my entrance and quickly crossed the floor to meet me.

He placed a short kiss on my forehead. "How is she?"

"Fine."

I stepped out of his hold to change near my wardrobe. He was still dressed his long sleeve and black pants but he made no move to change. Instead, he silently watched and waited.

Ignoring him, I finished dressing and climbed in bed with a book. He slipped into his shadows to manifest directly beside the bed. He gently took the book from my hands and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"We had a deal."

"I fulfilled it," I said firmly. I watched him place the book at the bedside table.

"This--" he gestured to me in reference of my attitude, "--is not fulfilling it."

"Our deal was that I couldn't interfere with your scheme so long as I could help them deal with the after-effects. That is exactly what I did." I shifted lower and turned my back to him, pulling the covers over my shoulders.

I heard him let out an annoyed sigh. "The deal was to avoid you being angry."

"I'm still allowed to be angry. I never agreed not to be upset."

He abruptly stood. "You know this is important for them yet you keep painting me as the villain." After a long minute of silence he added, "We can't ignore their nature or ours as a family."

I pushed myself up. "Yes, I agree that they need to be able to kill someone to save themselves. But using their friends as a means to do it? Manipulating the situation and purposefully putting them and their friends in danger? How do you think Lucia is fairing? We already know how badly Nyx reacted to watching his best friend tear someone's throat out with her front teeth."

"All previous instances have shown they know how to disarm someone, not kill them," Alastor argued. "The only way they would kill someone is if someone they cared about was in danger. I'm doing what needs to be done to keep our children safe for centuries to come."

"And I'm not saying we don't need to," I whined back, "But I'm allowed to be upset about this. I'm allowed to be upset that the nature of our family means painting red targets on our backs. I'm allowed to be upset that my children need to eat Demon flesh and blood to stay sane. And I'm allowed to be upset that my husband had to put their friends in danger just so they could make their first kill. That shouldn't even be a thing for them."

I turned back over and shoved my face into the pillow. My tail curled tightly around my ankles as I fisted the fabric of the cover. Alastor didn't say anything more on the matter. Instead, he snuffed out the fire and manifested under the covers beside me.

I flipped over to face away from him, staring into the darkness of the room while my eyes adjusted. Tears dampened the pillow as I kept my cries silent. Nothing was ever black and white. Everything had to be confusing and conflicting and hard to make a decision.

I don't think I would feel so conflicted if I didn't believe that he enjoyed what he was doing for them. He enjoyed training with them and often took pride in their ruthlessness--when they truly acted like Demons. It wouldn't surprise me if he was proud of the way Piranha and Wren had made their first kill.

I felt Alastor brush the back of his hand along my shoulder. "My beloved..." I shied away from his touch and wiped my eyes. "They will choose how to live their life when they're older. But for now, we're here to make sure they know how to survive."

"They shouldn't have to survive."

"But that is the world we live in." He wrapped an arm around my waist and gently pulled me against him. "They already have a far better life than what you had."

That was true. I had grown up in the rings, alone and scared, without ever truly knowing myself or my parents. Both were now long gone; but now I had my own family.

Alastor's hand slipped under my shirt. I turned to glare at him over my shoulder only to be met with a sly smile and bright, reflective red eyes. "You are a wonderful mother. They will come to terms with their life just as we have."

His hand came up to massage one of my breasts. "Alastor..." I warned.

"Yes, my love?" he cooed.

"Are you really expecting me to have sex with you after everything tonight?"

He briefly squeezed my nipple, sending electricity down my legs. "What do you expect when you act so...motherly," he breathed in my ear. "I did so love the way you said 'husband'."

Alastor wasn't overly interested in sex--leaving a lot of the initiating to me--but occasionally he would have an intense drive. Tonight was probably one of those nights if it wasn't for a certain thought that had been swiveling in my head. I hadn't noticed it at first but now that I recognized it, I couldn't 'look away' from it.

I shoved him away by the face and sat up. "Are you being serious right now?"

"What?" His tone told me he knew exactly what I was talking about. He let his hand rest on my thigh, pupils a little too narrow. He could smell my blood.

"I'm not going to satisfy your craving after you just orchestrated our daughter's first killing." I flopped back down and turned my back, closing myself off from him.

"Perhaps you shouldn't allow yourself to be so enticing." He leaned an arm on the other side of my hip, towering over me in the darkness.

"Oh, my bad," I flicked my hand in the air, "I'll just stop having my period every month because that's entirely something I can do."

His chuckle was quiet but deep. "It would save you pain and me a headache."

"Can you pick a side!" I propped myself up on my elbows so our noses touched. "One second you're yelling at me, next you're trying to seduce me, and now you're insulting me. What do you want?"

"You."

His eyes flickered between mine, red pupils staring past my eyes and into my soul. I could feel his magic seeping into my bones and melting with mine. Even with our patched bond we were still able to connect minds, though we didn't hear each other's thoughts word for word. Feelings and intentions were enough.

I tilted my chin up defiantly. "No. Go to sleep." I pulled on the sheets and laid down once again.

He sighed, then slid down to prop himself on his elbow. His other hand came to rest gently on my side. "Your stubbornness is your downfall."

"My stubbornness is why you and I are both alive after the war with Heaven."

"Darling~" he whispered in my ear, "let me take your worries away just for tonight." His hand slid under my shirt again. He moved slowly, unsurely, but still tried to push his way through the mental barriers I had put up. I was failing to keep him out.

"I think you're delusional." I didn't push him away but reached behind me to poke his forehead. "Don't think I haven't noticed."

He ran his lips along the side of my neck and took in a slow, deep breath. It made goosebumps rise on my arms. "Notice what?" he murmured.

"That you don't ask for my blood a week before you expect my period. Think I wouldn't notice that after two months?"

He chuckled against my skin, bringing his nose up to my ear so he could speak directly into it. "I fail to see the issue. It satisfies both our needs." He pinched my nipple.

"You have really shitty timing."

He gave a disapproving hum. "You better watch that mouth of yours."

"Or what? You gonna shut me up, deer boy?" I remarked, grabbing his ear to elicit a deer cry. His eyes sharpened. He hand moved up my chest to grab my neck from under my shirt.

"No," he growled in my ear, "I'm going to make you beg for me."

I pulled my lips back to bare my teeth. His smile widened in response as he shifted to prop a knee in between my legs and cage in my smaller figure. His beautiful red eyes glowed mischievously, but I wasn’t worried.

Alastor and l repeatedly had scenarios where he attempted to edge me after an argument. It took longer than he expected and most of the time it simply didn’t work. One of the drawbacks of our connection meant he was edging himself as much as me. So I wasn’t surprised when he suddenly withdrew from my mind and blocked us off from one another.

Using the hand still on my neck, he moved it up so his claw pushed my chin to the side. He breathed in deeply as his nose trailed up the side of my neck, then breathed out right by my ear. The sound of his breath that close always had the desired effect.

“Oh, how beautiful you are,” he whispered. He started kissing along my neck and dragged his teeth along that sweet spot towards the back of my shoulder. His hand moved away from my neck to lightly draw his claws down my front.

They stopped at the hem of my pants, then snapped to remove the fabric. I gave him a bored, unamused look for the lack of effort. He silenced any retort with a kiss. A deep one.

It wasn’t quick, aggressive, or needy, but was deep and methodical. His tongue moved in circles around mine as our teeth occasionally bumped. I let out a long, content sigh.

He leaned away and used the back of his claw to brush aside a strand of hair. He spoke softly in the dark, “You’re so proud. So strong. And so…you. It is aggravating that I cannot stay mad at you for very long.”

“Stop trying to cozy up to me with your smooth talk, Al,” I said lightheartedly.

His hand moved down my chest, over my stomach, and along my thigh. He didn’t go anywhere near my entrance, but close enough to make me expect something. “You can’t deny that you enjoy hearing those words from me.”

“When you mean it.”

“I mean it even now.” He brought his hand back up to my chest and squeezed one of my breasts. “Despite how irritating your stubbornness is, I still find it an attractive quality.”

“How so?”

He pushed my shirt up and ghosted his breath over my nipple. “It will be delicious to watch you break.” He curled his tongue around the nipple and sucked. I stifled a moan and closed my legs around his waist, hugging his shoulders to trap him close.

I tilted my head into the pillow as I savored the feeling of his hot mouth on the sensitive tissue. I mentally prepared myself to enjoy the feeling rather than try to chase my high. It was difficult, though, when he grazed his teeth—flattened by magic, of course—along the bud. My hands snuck under his shirt and ran my nails along his furry back.

But I couldn’t do it for long. His tentacles pulled my hands away and trapped them above my head. I let out a huff and hooked my ankles behind his waist instead. He switched to my other breast and did the same to it. His hand reached for the abandoned one and pressed down on the bud.

His tentacles grapped my ankles and pulled them loose, pinning them to the mattress. He abandoned my breast with a slick pop then climbed up to my face, making sure to drag his thigh along my clit.

“Let’s take this slow, shall we?” he purred in my ear. He shifted to the side of me, one leg still over mine and hand massaging my breasts. Then I felt it. Smaller tentacles snaking around my thighs and growing ever closer to my entrance.

“Open your eyes darling. Look at me.” When I did, I felt my stomach roll at the sight of his devilish, attractive smile and bright red eyes. His hair was only slight disheveled but it curtained his face just perfectly. It was only the two of us.

A few tentacles slid inside. I let out a half moan half sigh at the intrusion. Alastor lowered his head to start sucking on my nipple again while his hand moved lower. The tentacles moved in and out as his finger found my clit. He slicked his fingers from my juices before dragging his long finger up and down.

My breathing came out it heavier. “That’s it darling,” he mumbled against my breast, “keep that up.”

I clenched around the tentacles, giving into the feeling of his fingers touching while also entering me. I felt myself quickly climbing after he gently bit my nipple. I tried to move my feet like I usually did but the tentacles kept them firmly in place. Being completely restrained while he did what he wanted was doing wonders to my brain and lower half.

“That’s it darling. Start climbing.” The coaxing was doing exactly what he wanted. This was an entirely new and different approach. Usually he tried to touch as much of me as he could and try to build my climax as fast as possible. Tonight, he was taking his time.

And it was working.

I silently cursed as I found myself reaching my high faster than usual. Another tentacle entered and pushed me to the edge right as Alastor removed his hand and stilled everything.

I wanted to growl but didn’t dare give him the satisfaction. Instead, I let out a huff of annoyance. He chuckled and came up to suck on my neck. His hand went back to work, as did the tentacles. It took seconds for me to reach my high and, once again, he stopped right before I could fall over the edge.

He did this twice more before I became too sensitive. So he rested his hand on my stomach while his tentacles thrusted in and out. I’m not sure when he learned that trick but I was really bothered by it. Anytime I was sensitive from touching, it took just a couple thrusts of fingers—or tentacles—to reset it.

By the eighth time, I was whimpering every time he stopped. My hands pulled at the restraints and I tried to keep him from kissing along my neck. All he did was grab my chin and force my head away so he could drag his tongue along my skin. He started to really suck on the area just above my collarbone.

“All you gotta do is beg for me, dear,” he reminded, “that’s all it takes. Just one little phrase.”

I want you.

A phrase I usually said so easily was now a curse. It was on the tip of my tongue out of habit more than desperation. I bit my lip as he edged me again, earning another whimper when I failed to catch my release.

“Maybe I should say it for your sake,” I managed through clenched teeth. “After all, I’m not sure how many hits your ego can take.”

“Oh darling,” he mused in my ear, “you have sorely misjudged me tonight. After all, spending so much time in your head, I picked up a few tricks.”

He moved down my body and settled comfortably between my legs. The anticipation pulsed through my body despite my efforts to keep it subdued. He breathed against my clit and kissed the area around it. His mouth watered as his cravings rose to the surface.

His tentacles continued to pump into me, thickening and stretching me out when I grew too comfortable with a certain size.

Then he licked straight up my clit. It sent a full body shiver up my spine. I sighed at the welcoming heat of his mouth, especially when the tentacles temporarily pulled out so he could dip his tongue inside me. His tongue curled against the edges of my walls to gather as much blood as he could.

He started sucking, too, and quickly became desperate. His claws dug into my sides as he pressed harder into my entrance, eager for more and more. It wasn’t doing anything for my high but it certainly turned me on to have him quite literally trying to eat me out.

Briefly satisfied, he let his tentacles do more work before starting to lick exactly where I wanted him to. He used magic to throw the covers over him, blocking my view. His arms snaked under my legs to hold me in place as he continued his work.

Another set of tentacles crawled up my sides and behind my back. They came around the front to wrap around my breasts, squeezing and pinching. My moans were only breathy whimpers.

Alastor stopped right before my climax. I fully groaned and threw my head back, exasperated. The tentacles thrusted in harder and deeper, feeling around my inside on every stroke. It abated the sensitivity once again, and Alastor started over.

I was losing. I wanted to give in so badly. I wanted to beg him to push me over the edge but I was still battling with my own ego and stubbornness. I could be enjoying this if our conversation had gone differently beforehand, instead I was fighting myself and suffering from a lack of a good time.

At one point I thought he was going to accidentally get me over but it was only a half, unsatisfying orgasm. This type of climax happened twice more, one of which when his nose brushed the bud just right but stopped his movements before I could actually ride it out.

I practically cried out at that one.

“Just give in, my love,” he said from under the covers. “Let me make you feel good tonight.”

I tried using magic to free myself from his tentacles. I was now properly exasperated, annoyed, and pent up. His magic hardened around mine as he climbed up, poking his head out from under the covers and settling his weight on my chest. My blood was smeared on his nose and edges of his mouth, tongue darting out to lap it up.

He could tell I was upset.

“Come on dear,” he cooed gently, “tell me what you want. I won’t hold it over your head after we’re done.”

“Like you won’t.” I tried to keep my voice steady.

“I won’t, my dear.” He placed a kiss on my forehead, allowing me to smell the iron of my blood. “Tell me what you want and I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

He tilted his head sideways and rested his cheek on my chest. His soft, surprisingly innocent eyes blinked up at me. His hair was messy and tangled, and his lips still glistened from his earlier work.

His finger brushed along my entrance, eliciting another shiver. His voice dropped an octave. “Tell me what you desire most, my beloved.”

“You.” I whispered.

“Would you like me to finish what I started?”

I nodded.

“Tell me dear. Let me hear you say it.”

I let out another groan before meeting his eyes. “I want you, Alastor. Please.”

“You need only to ask.” He disappeared back under the covers to settle his face between my legs. His tentacles vanished to be replaced by his own set of four fingers. He took one long lick along my clit before making smaller, more pointed licks directly on it.

He moved quickly to bring me back to my high. I openly moaned—making sure to use magic to keep the noises sealed to this room only—and dug my heels into the mattress. I whined his name as the heat grew and slickness fell between my cheeks.

Right as I reached my high he slowed, forcing me to ride it out as long as possible. My back arched off the mattress as I let out a long, high pitched whine the whole time. I tried to move my hips but his claws held me down.

My body convulsed inward as I reached the edge and the area became extremely sensitive. I tried to catch my breath as he removed the covers to come back up, fingers still inside me.

“That’s it, darling.” He licked at the new smears of blood, smile wide and charming.

His tentacles released me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I melted into the gentle kisses along my shoulder.

He then kissed me on the lips. I could taste myself on his tongue as he quickened the pace. It became feverish and I found myself instantly responding to it. I pulled at his shirt and he quickly removed all his clothes, and my shirt, with the snap of his fingers.

He melted on top of me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. My lips began to ache from our heated kiss, our teeth clashing each time he tried to go deeper. He ate up every moan and whine.

“Please, Alastor,” I whispered between kisses, “Please. Fuck me.”

He grinned. “Now that’s more like it.”

I loosened my legs around his waist and he put one of them over his shoulders. He moved so quickly I barely had time to register his entrance. I moaned and grabbed at the pillow as he pressed deeper and deeper. My leg complained when he leaned further over me but it seemed to only spur everything on.

He started moving. The squelch and slapping was heard only to our ears. He dropped my leg in favor of leaning even closer, eager to hear my heavy breaths and hot moans. My claws dug into his fur on his backside, breaking skin and drawing blood.

“You’re so attractive,” he heaved in my ear. “How did I get so lucky?” He gave me a sloppy kiss as I pressed on his shoulder blades. The feeling of being filled up after a round of unsatisfying orgasms was addicting, and I almost didn’t want to reach mine yet in favor of feeling him fill me for longer.

His breath hitched in my ear and it threw me over the edge. He fell with me, teeth digging into my neck and arms shaking from holding him up. My claws raked down his back as his thrusts grew sloppy.

He continued to move until I had come down from it. I unstuck my claws from his skin as he dropped his weight on me. He wasn’t heavy but he wasn’t exactly light either.

“So beautiful.” He placed a kiss on my bare chest. I went to thread my hands through his hair but he moved. I winced when he pulled out, but he peppered my face with kisses and opened his mind as compensation.

He propped himself against the headrest before pulling me up and against him. His soft fur brushing against my back as I leaned into his chest, head resting on his shoulder. I loved sitting like this. I loved the way he wrapped his arms protectively across my chest, holding me firmly against him and ready to bite at anything that moved too close.

I could also feel the muscles in his arms, chest, and neck. I placed my own kisses along the side of his neck as he took in a deep breath of my natural scent mixed with the air of sex. I finally reached up to thread my fingers through his hair, gently but firmly running them along his ears.

He crossed his legs under mine, red hooves catching my eye before the covers fell over our laps. Another reason why I loved this position so much was because we rarely did it. If I could convince him to take a bath with me—which wasn’t very often—then we could sit like this. Otherwise, I had to specifically ask him and it made me feel uncertain if he actually enjoyed it if I had to ask.

He had caught onto my feelings last time and was clearly trying to make it up to me. As much of a narcissist he was, he was still eager to please me and keep equilibrium between us. We rarely went to bed angry. He never apologized—his ego remaining too big for such a thing—but he tried to in other ways like small compliments and sweet words.

I chuckled.

“What is it?” His ear twitched at the sound and he straightened up to look at me in the dim moonlight peeking through the curtains.

“Nothing.” I trailed my finger along his features, coming to stop at his lips. My eyes glanced up to his and that was all it took to entice another kiss. It was firm and sweet.

“What is it?” he asked again, not dropping the topic.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you.”

His smile quirked in a I-don’t-believe-you flatline.

“I was,” I giggled, “I just…for someone so good with words, you’re sometimes better with actions instead.”

“Such as?”

I paused, letting a smirk sprout on my lips. “Like when you refuse to apologize.”

He clicked his tongue, annoyed, and removed his arms. I grabbed his wrists and cried, “No, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t let go of me.” I used my sweet, pleading tone that I very rarely used—especially not around the children—and nuzzled my face against his collarbone. That’s all it took for him to secure his arms around me once more.

We stayed like that for another minute, soaking in each other’s sweaty scents and energized magic. I was starting to feel drowsy when Alastor cupped both breasts perfectly in his palms.

I was about to say something when he pressed his nose directly behind my ear and sucked in a deep breath. Clearly I had a thing for his breathing because I felt the heat stir between my legs.

“My dear~” He squeezed and massaged my breasts, fingers occasionally pinching my nipples. He kept his mind open and drew my mind and magic into his, melting the two together as best we could.

“Al,” I whispered. His red ear flicked once. How he could manage to stir me up again was beyond my understanding. Not that it was something to complain about.

“You smell…so good.” He ran his long tongue along my neck and sent goosebumps down my arms. He took my ear lobe between his teeth then sucked. My knees rubbed together to create friction but Alastor wasn’t having that.

He abandoned my breasts to pull my legs open. He propped his legs up a little, hooves flat on the mattress and knees bent up about halfway, and hooked my knees on his.

His hands returned to my breasts as he sighed in my ear. Then he licked directly in it, causing a muffled yelp. One hand came up to hold my chin in place so he could do it again. He chuckled as my hand squeezed his wrist and moved my hips to get away from the sensation. It wasn’t bad, per say, but it was a strange mix of weird and pleasurable.

“Gorgeous,” he purred, hand as light as a feather trailing down my chest and stomach. I gasped when he cupped my sex and squeezed my breast at the same time. My hands shot up to his hair where I found his antlers sprouted twice their usual size.

“Stunning.” He slipped two fingers inside. Everything was still slick and sticky but that didn’t stop him. He slicked up his thumb before rubbing it on my clit. It was halfway to being sensitive, held off by the fingers thrusting in and out of me.

Alastor must’ve ran out of luck because he was having a hard time finding my sweet spot. He would find it for about two or three strokes then move away. I could tell he wasn’t doing it on purpose but it was riling me up.

I could feel his cock hardening behind me. I yanked on his antlers once and felt the results even more so. He grunted in my ear, pinching my nipple in retaliation.

Our connection made it easy to feel the restraint on his mind and the pain in his cock. Though the grunting with every thrust of his fingers, pushing me against him and causing friction again his leaking cock was tell enough.

I turned my head into his messy hair, whispering seductively in his ear, “Fuck me again, love. I want you inside me.”

“Turn around then,” he growled.

He removed his hand so I could face him. He straightened out his legs but I had a few tricks up my sleeve. I slotted myself between his legs and quickly took him in my mouth. “Lov-”

His claws scraped my scalp as he grabbed a handful of my hair. He leaned his head against the headrest as I moved up and down his cock. I had yet to master my gag reflex, so my hand massaged the area I couldn’t reach.

But then a thought came to mind. It made me feel stupid for not thinking about it sooner.

Magic.

I focused it on the back of my throat before pushing further down on him. He let out a long, animalistic groan as my wet, hot mouth took in more. His claws stung my scalp, daringly close to ripping out my hair, but I didn’t care. I was becoming obsessed with seeing him come undone like this.

I was still a little short but my hand stroked and massaged all parts of him. His thighs shook. It was such a huge turn on, one that I didn’t realize could cause a strong roll in my stomach. I wanted to do this to him all the time.

“Love….I….” His voice actually shook.

I came back up for air and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his chest heaved, and his mouth hung open. It was a strange but hot view to look up his finely toned muscles, furry chest, and meet those intense red eyes.

I came off him and used his own words, “Yes, darling?”

His face contorted into a half snarl. “Finish.”

“Finish what?” I pressed.

He re-gripped my hair. “Finish what you started.”

I stroked him once and ran my thumb over the head. I applied a little pressure and his whole body shivered. My mouth quirked up in a wide smile, relishing in the new power I held over him. Even he had his weak spots.

“Darling.” It was both a command and desperation. He was so hard and leaking sticky pre-cum. I chuckled and licked the tip.

“Of course, Al.”

I licked the tip again before slipping my whole mouth over him. He moaned as I took in most of his cock. He thrusted up and hit the back of my throat when I tried to go even further.

“You’re…so good, love.” He was trying to keep his shell of composure but was failing miserably at it. I savored the way his thighs shook again. Alastor Harfelt; the Radio Demon; most feared Overlord in all three realms, was a shaking mess before me.

I nearly choked on him when I felt something touch my inner thigh. I came off him with a pop to discover one of his tentacles weaving its way across my skin. It thrusted inside me without warning, causing my cheek to brush his tip.

He took my chin to pull my gaze up to him. “Keep going.” His eyes were black now, his antlers having grown another peg or two. He was close.

I gave into the tentacle inside me as I descended on him once more. It was easier this time and I almost reached his balls. My hand continued to massage them as the squelching behind me hastened.

I hollowed out my cheeks to earn another moan. I could tell he was getting even closer when his legs moved up and down. He was trying to hold back, waiting to climax with me.

The tentacle thickened, stretching my walls, and I moaned around his cock. He couldn’t hold back. He threw his head back as his legs shook uncontrollably. His mouth hung open as his shaky, uneven moan echoed in the room, hands pressed me down all the way until tears fell down my cheeks. Cum shot down the back of my throat and I instinctively swallowed around his cock.

I had been close but his tentacle had stopped when he climaxed. I couldn’t stop the rolling in my stomach from seeing him come undone by own hand…well, my mouth.

He came down from the high slowly, eyes blinking as they tried to focus on me. I pulled off him and wiped my mouth, still tasting his salt in the back of my throat. Despite the tears, I felt accomplished.

I went to sit up but he stopped me, hand pressing down on my shoulder. “No,” he said between gasps, “Stay….right there.”

His tentacle started to move again. I leaned my head against his thigh so I could look up at him. It was a lost cause after the first few thrusts. I gripped the sheets with one hand while the other braced myself against his hip. The friction between my breasts and clit against the sheets added to the aggressive thrusts from behind.

Alastor was still recovering but he tilted my chin up, holding me there at the awkward angle. I infrequently saw him in a disbelieved state so the sight brought me closer to my edge. He was so pretty.

I was getting closer but he slowed down. I whined in protest, eyes begging my question.

“What do you want, love?”

I groaned long and loud. Of course he was going to do this again. His ego couldn’t handle my one upping him. He always had to come out on top.

My voice was hoarse. “Finish what you started.”

He tutted at me. “I said you would beg for me.” His red eyes sharpened. “So beg.”

I snarled but the tentacle thrusted harshly into me, knocking me against his hip, cheek brushing his cock again. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled, forcing my chin further up.

“Beg,” he commanded. It sent a thrill down my spine despite the anger simmering beneath it all.

“I want you.”

“You can do better than that,” he mused sweetly.

“How many times do I have to stroke your ego tonight?” I whined.

“You only had to do it once, but you chose stubbornness.”

I tried to look away but he squeezed my hair tighter. His tentacle stopped moving.

I groaned. “Fine.” I took a breath to calm myself and switch tones. “I want you inside me. Fucking me until I can’t think.”

He used his other hand to pull my jaw up to him. He met me halfway, lips ghosting mine. “I will fuck you until you see stars.”

He dropped me back on the mattress and moved quickly with magic. In less than a moment he was behind me, spreading my cheeks and lifting my hips up.

There was no grace as he slammed inside me. I cried his name as he pounded in to me, claw bracing against my back and drawing blood from my skin.

“Tell me more, love,” he grunted.

“Only you can make me feel this good,” I responded. My hands dug into the mattress as my high came faster than I expected. “Al...Al…”

His palm came around to push up on my chest. I locked my elbows to keep myself up as he used his body to blanket over my back. His breath fanned my ear with another thrust. "Say it again. Say my name."

"Alastor…”

My elbows gave way but he followed. His large hand encompassed mine that gripped the sheets with a white knuckle grip.

“Again.”

“Alastor,” I pleaded. “Please…don’t stop. Just like that.”

He used his knee to spread mine further out and bite down on my shoulder. He moaned against my skin with each thrust.

“Yes!” I arched backwards. “Just like that! Oh Alastor….” The palm of my feet pushed into the mattress as he slammed into my sweet spot. Tears fall down the side of my face as I’m held right at the edge for a few, torturous seconds.

Then I cry out his name in pleasure as I finally come over the edge, vision going white. I felt his hot seed fill me as he rode out his own orgasm, breath heaving against my shoulder and arms shaking. Sweat fell down the side of ours faces as we came back to reality.

I sagged into the mattress. He gently pulled out and I squeezed around nothing. He flopped on his back as he tried to catch his breath. I reached over to thread my fingers in his, loving the way he returned it with a small squeeze.

“Your ego is too big,” I finally say.

He smiled. “And yet you’ve fallen in love with me.”

I roll my eyes.

He reached over and pulled my hips against his side. I settle myself in my usual way, leg over his thigh and head on his chest. His claws gently run circles along my bare back, light and caring. We didn’t pull the covers up yet, knowing both of us would need the bathroom before we fell asleep.

I nuzzled my face against his neck, savoring his strong, bare arms holding me close enough to do so so. “I’m so glad I did,” I whispered.

That statement still held true even if it hurt to walk the next morning.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Scream - A present - Door.16

warning : kiss, fluff, some smutish things

The calendar

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Charlie knew three things from horror movies and how to make fake blood and leave reviews on the internet and that was it.

Now maybe how to be there for his girlfriend but maybe that was it. But he knew that the upcoming Christmas season was her favorite time of year.

She supported him as much as she could during Halloween, sewing costumes, helping with the decorations and, above all, baking cookies in the shape of little tombstones for which he always gave her kisses. He pulled her into his arms and gave her everything she wanted physically and emotionally.

Until the months went by and it became winter. Winter in the city meant that everyone was buying presents like crazy, milk, chocolate, candy canes, cookies, pillows, blankets, Christmas trees and so on.

All the people were buying like crazy, the crazy ones in his favorite horror store all empty and this fact Charlie had to realize himself when he drove into all the stores in town and found nothing but emptiness. It was as if Michael Myers had not killed all the inhabitants but had killed everything empty.

He was as desperate as a bad joke. And he knew that the more time passed, the more he looked at his watch and the messages on his cell phone, the more he knew time was running out.

What kind of boyfriend doesn't have a gift for his love? he thought as he continued to walk through the streets of the city, the thick snowflakes coming down on him and his bobble hat already white.

He looked around feverishly - there had to be something. But all the sweet, typical Christmas presents were gone. Until he saw it.

In the window of a small decoration store, it seemed to be the last thing they had. A long red dress with dark reddish embroidered sequins and a plunging neckline, it was perfect.

Rushing into the store and arguing with the salesman, the brown-haired man had the gift in his hand about an hour later. Although he had to pay almost double the price, he was happy with his heart. Now he just had to wrap it. That should be easy.

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Her gaze was on the clock, it was only a few more minutes before she could disappear from her shift in the coffee. If it wasn't the height of summer and everyone wanted an iced coffee, then in winter it was the double chocolate coffee with colorful green and red sprinkles on the white cream with the snowflake cookie. It was terrible.

As she handed the mixture to the woman in front of her, she heard the voice of her colleague murmuring for her to leave. ,,You still have a magical meeting, don't you?" she asked, knowing she was referring to Charlie's Christmas dinner.

,,Yeah, I just hope he didn't set fire to the apartment," she replied with a wink before taking off her apron and disappearing into the changing room. Saying goodbye to her colleagues, she hurried home.

She had only seen her darling this morning and gave him a hasty kiss and had to get to work, but she hadn't forgotten his sweet look and the promise that everything would be perfect.

Which is why she was all the more excited when she opened the door with the keys to their apartment. ,,I'm home Charlie!" she called into the apartment and took off her coat, but the sweet smell hit her as soon as she walked in.

She saw the many candles he had lit, the small Christmas tree in the corner hung with baubles in the shape of knives and movie posters, a collection he was proud of.

On the small dining table were bowls of cookies and candy canes and when she tasted one she knew he had made it himself. Sweet with a jam filling You're the best at these she thought and went on wondering if he would scare her or if he was still buying something.

Deciding to get out of her clothes first and put on something comfortable, she opened the door to the bedroom and banged the door against something. Only a second later she heard an ouch that she knew could only be Charlie.

,,Charlie! Did I hurt you?" she asked, looking down at her friend who was in a very strange position, bringing questions to her mind. ,,What did you do?" she asked, raising an eyebrow when she saw that the cutie had somehow managed to wrap himself in gift wrap so that he had tied himself up.

,,I-I don't know, please?" said the one lying on the floor, trying to free himself, his hair slightly disheveled and she saw the blush on his cheeks.

Surely they had been in a situation where they had done this on purpose but it hadn't usually ended with him lying on the floor and her hitting him with the door.

,,Oh, does my sweetie need help?" she asked playfully teasingly and knelt down to him, her fingers running over the red gift ribbon as she watched him try to get free.

,,Yes...please," he said, making a relieved noise when she finally released him, his hand moving to hers and he gave her a grateful kiss before hurrying to the bed and saying, ,,Close your eyes" before she complied with his request.

She heard the rustle of fabric before she felt something soft in her hands. ,,Charlie... this is beautiful," she said, running her hands over the fabric, examining the embroidery and holding it against her body.

,,You look wonderful," the brown-haired man praised and put his hands around her hips, slowly pulling her into another kiss. ,,I'll be happy to help you wrap up next time," she murmured to him and placed the dress on the bed before pushing him towards the mattress.

She saw the flush on his cheeks increase as she moved her hands to her top. ,,Shall I try it on?" she asked and saw her boyfriend, who was completely fixated on her, nod. There must have been more than one present this Christmas that warmed them both.

Because it was their shared love when they felt his lips on her body and their clothes lay scattered on the bed, the cold didn't seem to bother them, they were both far too busy loving each other.

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[mrs-monaghan]

your satellite jeon post is making me cry and throw up because MS😭.

Our poor moon that can’t shine without the sun😭

18 months 😭. that sucks so bad 😭. The fact that they’ve got a ban on same sex couples participating in sexual activity for the duration of their service. I don’t even care to know how they’ll monitor that. I hate it here.

18 months and that’s if jimin passes the physical test with his chronic pain. God that’s another worry in itself. His pain. I want him serve the same way as suga for the sake of his pain. That means a longer duration. I’ll be very surprised if jimin can pass the physical test while suga didn’t.

18 months. we all saw JK crumble earlier this year. The white day live is going to haunt me when they go. But I’m hoping and believing strength has been gained by both of them since then. It seems as much but who knows.

*sigh* they can do this🥺

tell me they can do this, Shaz 🥺

Anon means this post.

From the beginning I've never really worried about Jimin. I knew he was going to be fine. It was always JK's separation anxiety that concerned me.

Anon, money talks. That's just a fact. It don't matter the country, it don't matter the language, money talks. Always. IF they don't go to the same base (which would be nuts if they did!) they will make it work. If they wanna see eo, they will see eo.

If it gets bad, they'll make it work. That's what I know.

I can already smell the pitchforks from antis on the way to my inbox talking about BTS and how they'd never participate in something like that. Corruption bla bla bla. Illegal bla bla bla. Kind of reminds me of the people who say Jikook waited till 2017 to shag because illegal bla bla bla. Or that its not true that BTS collectively did not want to enlist. That they wanted to serve just like everyone else bla bla bla.

Its always amusing to me when people forget our 7 precious idols are human beings just like you and me. They experience fear and anxiety. Jealousy and anger. And all other negative emotions you can come up with. They go through all of it, just like you and me.

So if you think given the chance to sneak out and see eo Jikook wouldn't take it, after months of not being able to do so.... well, I commend you for your faith in humanity.

I strongly believe their rlship won't be affected by MS because they'll make it work. So yeah, let's worry instead about Jimin and how hard they will work him in there. Coz this man is the type to make sure he passes the physical exam just so he serves normally instead of community service 🤔 I'm doing this math in my head and community service takes longer like u said. So I think if that's what Jimin was planning to do he'd have gone in already. 🤔 So, thats why I think he's not doing community service.

I'm deducing all this from math I've done so I'm not saying all this to be fact. We will see what happens. JK is basically done. January is sniffing around the corner. Its not too long now...

Yo! We all caught the most scary Halloween costume, right?

😂😂😂

[bishie-haven]

After-party, Day 1!

Ugh, sorry, scheduling these is a nightmare

Day 2's content has arrived, and our after-party has begun! And I promised a similar, yet different outing to something I did last year, didn’t I?

Well…I’m ranking cards again.

BUT, this is going to be a bit of a change compared to 2023’s outing. Last year, I went with the entirety of Asmo’s card library and focused exclusively on the art that came on the tin. This year, a change is happening. As of writing this on May 16th, 2024, I have 93% of Nightbringer’s demon cards that include the fifth-born, almost the entire set! If you don’t believe me, here’s my Devilgram page of my collection:

With all Nightmare/event cards in my possession, I wanted to focus on something not many do when it comes to these lovely JPEGs: see how well their Devilgram stories hold up and if they’re a good reward for working your butt off in an event or squeezing every last DP or DV out of you for the gacha. I will be going on about the art as well, but I didn’t fully include it in the ranking because…well…I’ll admit it, picking which one I liked best would be like splitting hairs, almost impossible! Each one has its own perks and pros (and I will highlight that), how could a fan possibly choose?

Now unfortunately, I did say I only had 93% of the collection, 14 of 15 cards, to be exact. That sadly means I will not be taking the Chapter 21-40 UR+, Magic Compact, into account for the rankings. I will certainly make an update when the day comes and I get all those shards. Also, if for some reason we get a new card added before the week is up and I can get my hands on it in time, I’ll be doing a similar update as well.

But, enough wasting time!

(Also: Spoilers for EVERY Devilgram story ahead!!)

#14: A Gift for a Special Day (Birthday ‘23 UR)

I don’t really know how to word this…but I think this is the only Asmodeus card that rubs me the wrong way any time I even THINK about it. The entire thing revolves around you and Asmo going out on the town for his birthday, but he puts on this more suave and sophisticated persona in order for you to “see a different side of him”. I see a different side…and it feels absolutely wrong. I’m not saying I hate that he tries to be cool, the MC being escorted around, getting gifted a dinner outfit, and dancing to the slow notes of a piano, but the entire time it feels like I’m on a date with an alien masquerading as the demon. There’s a dialogue choice at the end that states “I miss the normal you”, and it couldn’t be more true. Later you find out through an unlockable chat that he asked Solomon (who later asks Diavolo) for help…channeling the suaveness of Lucifer.

Now I’ve started to grow on Luci more over the years, but even ignoring that he’s on the lower end of my favorites list, the circumstances surrounding the card did NOT help this statement gain any favor. Already following an event where we nearly lost an Asmo event SSR, this card was the result of them shedding the birthday event system for a year, using him as a guinea pig to test the new card gacha system before Luci’s birthday came a few weeks later, AND eliminating the birthday SSR that EVERY OTHER BROTHER (+ Simeon) got before this, the set still being incomplete to this day! It was arguably the lowest point of Solmare’s ignorance of the fifth (and that’s a WHOLE other can of worms I may dive into one day), and the fact they were pretty trying to package the eldest’s charm in the boy who LITERALLY has a charm power will unfortunately taint this card for me.

However, as I said before, the art on the card isn’t bad, quite good, even. Completing the pajama set of ‘22-23, the bare chest with the robe fits the mood (at least in a vacuum), and the celebration in the DF unlock is perfect for what he deserves ^^

#13: Choosing for You (Sleepwear/Halloween ‘23 SSR)

Now outside of that card, there’s elements to every story from this point that I like. This one…really is the definition of mid for me, though. Revolving around you being the model for nightwear Asmo got sent PR packages of to choose what he wears for a collaboration, the air of the story isn’t very eventful, but quite chill. We do get comments about our own ability to look good in any fashion and found out the demon can use photo shoots in his bathroom as peak procrastination, but outside of that it’s mainly banter between what can constitute as good pajamas and just trying to make a damn decision. And with the gift of said nightwear and a tease of a sleepover after the shoot (one of my favorite tropes ever), this story is what I would hand someone if they wanted bare-basic Asmo vibes in a story.

With the art, they managed to show off sleepwear in a bit better way than Birthday ‘23’s. The initial art showing off the multiple choices he has for you, and the DF unlock once again pulling a skin tease, but showing a lot more of his teasing and sensual nature along with it. Now THIS is the demon I know!

#12: Dancing*Cooking (Anniversary ‘24 UR+)

I am so torn on this card. When it comes to the story, it’s one unexpected for this character, but it really does work. Being in the overarching plot of planning a Devildom-wide party with everyone trying new things, Asmo is the caterer/menu planner and shows so much development in the vein of his consideration of others (wanting to take the entire realm into account when you tell him to do what he thinks is best and later including ALL THREE REALMS in the menu to truly let everyone have a taste of home)…I’m shoving this in anyone’s face when they say he only cares about himself. There are some questionable elements (in the form of being in a dance club with a bunch of pouting fish that we need to fawn over in order to effectively marinate their flesh…no I’m not kidding), but overall real cute.

Why I’m torn is because of the missed opportunities! They had good apron/chocolatier sets from Valentine’s ‘23 they could’ve used at least in passing on the models, and while I know there was a theme with the card stories…both the initial and DF unlock involves marching band outfits. As a former band geek and being in a marching band for 7 years, both the elements of that in the event story and the card images are the ultimate tease, why couldn’t you utilize them more?!

#11: The Magic Music Festival (Birthday ‘24 UR)

I know this is the most recent card (as of writing this), and it honestly hurts that this is still so low. It’s honestly not a bad story in a vacuum: you accompany Asmo on a photoshoot for a brand he’s an ambassador for and you use magic cards to choose a location, eventually ending in an unknown town where fairies and magic instruments (hmm…this sounds a bit familiar) give a spark of inspiration. The problem with it all…it’s good for an Asmo card…but not for an Asmo BIRTHDAY card. There’s very little focus on the fact that it’s his special day outside of the brothers pretty much announcing that they’re making a party for him and they want him out of the house, and while the story is nice and the reason it got as high as it did, it doesn’t really fit the situation much when put under a microscope. I know the story in the revamped birthday event kinda takes care of this, but still…

But what they DON’T slack on? The art in this card, DEAR LORD if I was ranking the art this year it would be in the top 5 BARE MINIMUM. I nearly screamed when I seen the DF unlock and I did NOT stop until I had that card in my hands! The detail with the demon form and kimono-style fusion was absolutely PERFECT! And the card-themed initial? Beautiful as well!

#10: Memories and Pale Shades (Seed SSR)

Now, ignoring the fact that we nearly didn’t get this card at ALL until we protested to the devs (again, another can of worms for another day), this card is another fitting of the word mid, but in a bit of a better way compared to Choosing for You. Instead of being in a setting we’re all used to (Asmo and his influencer nonsense), we’re at a traditional festival, wanting to use the petals of a human world cherry blossom tree to make souvenirs of our memories. Although it takes a while to actually MAKE something outside of the assistance of Solomon, it warms the crafter soul within me to spend some time like this with him. It’s very simplistic, but it’s very warm and cozy at the same time.

And the art fits this just perfectly. Each image, whether with a mitsurashi dango or the falling petals, encapsulates the feeling of the festival perfectly, and lets you ignore the circumstances behind the meta.

#9: Asmo, the Recluse?! (Ch. 1-20 UR+)

Getting into one of the four Nightbringer-exclusive cards, while it doesn’t do what the other two I’m going to talk about will, it is definitely an exploration into the Avatar of Lust…and honestly what he COULD have been. The whole plot revolves around you getting Asmo out of the room he’s holed himself in for multiple days so the others can ask about using his bathroom that Satan wrecked until repair. And while I wouldn’t need a reason if I knew he was hiding in his bedroom to try and find him, when you do get in there…what a sight. If there’s people who complain that Asmo is narcissistic and stuck on himself with what we see right now, show them this story. THIS IS WHAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN. Despite having to take multiple attempts to get him away from a perfume he pretty much hypnotized himself with, it’s hilarious and a great laugh away from the deep themes of NB. And even after coming to his senses, we still get an air of his current levels of egotism, still refusing to give bathroom access no matter what reasoning.

Also, this is him the whole time looking at that mirror. Fight me on this.

The art for this? Actually, it’s very similar to what we see in his initial UR in the OG game…and I love it! A shot of him with makeup in the initial, and a classic tub shot in the DF, how adorable!

#8: Asmo-Chan Overindulges (Fabulicious UR)

Geez I hate the name of that event…but aside from that, this story is really wholesome, in a sense of what the events entail. You’re Asmo’s +1 to a party for Devildom models, and from beginning to end we see how it plays out. I really appreciate some of the dialogue choices in this one, having moments of us feeling shy or out of place in a room full of perfection and Asmo every time pulling us back in and making us feel worthy of being by his side. In addition, a Mammon cameo and a montage of him socializing with other model acquaintances really illustrates how well known he is in this sector. But where there is a party, there is Demonus, and not too long after, a tipsy to wasted demon shows us he can make a fashion show anywhere and that he’s the jealous, emotional type when plastered. And with an ending in a private room to sober up and be intimate with each other, this is a comfort story for me, for sure.

The art definitely goes for the dual sides of his presenting self. The initial with him in a suit and looking confident as hell to the DF unlock showing a more flowing dress with an adorable expression? Best of both worlds!

Unfortunately, because of Tumblr’s stupid photo limit, I have to split this into two parts. But, the next one is coming ultra-soon!

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This is the piece I did for @thewildsalem for @mcyt-halloween! I hope you enjoy it!

It's Zedaph-centric and not terribly spooky although I did try my best. I was really inspired by the amount of skulk used to build Decked Out, the idea that it feeds on deaths, and the fact that there have been a lot of deaths in the dungeon already. Happy halloween!

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It starts as an average Decked Out run, after a long day of trying to die. It’s been on and off all day, especially since every Hermit and their mother has been running non-stop, which is hard on the system, but there had been five runs before Zedaph’s, so he figures it’ll work alright.

He makes it to level 2 just fine, nearly getting clipped by three ravagers on the way down but making it past them by the skin of his teeth. Even the artifact collection goes easy enough, since it’s just an early compass spot in the mushroom hallway. It’s coming back that’s the problem. 

The stairs up are no longer just the typical dark gray of deepslate, instead speckled with veins of a dark teal. The skulk lining the walls has somehow managed to leak into the stone of the floor, infiltrating every pore and open space in the rock. Every step Zed takes sinks a little more into the floor, and on the final step up nearly caves in on itself, so much so that he has to crawl out of the small sinkhole that’s been created. 

As he does, a tendril of skulk catches on his hoof, nearly pulling him back down the stairs. Zedaph manages to shake it off and climbs to his feet again, not bothering to look at the destruction that’s been caused.

“Tango, whatever just happened was not my fault,” he says, knowing there’s a good chance his friend is able to hear. “Your dang dungeon is defective.”

Zed slides through the door to his left, not wanting to bother with the ravagers he left in the crypt, and comes to an abrupt halt when he sees the crevasse before him. It too is crawling with skulk tendrils, wrapping around a loose key that had somehow managed to slip down into the ravine and slithering up the sides. 

When it reaches the top, it spits the key off to the side and slowly continues to build up until it’s taller than Zedaph, teetering precariously above the edge. The ice at the top of the ravine begins to crumble, opening the pit more and more. He jumps over it before it can get any bigger and force him to go another way, scrambling into the passageway on the far side of the room, snatching the key as he goes. It won’t do him much good, really, but it’s a sense of security that’s really, really needed right now. 

The skulk turns to watch him, almost, and making a horrid moaning noise stretches towards him. Zed winces and, almost on instinct, throws the key directly at the mass. He’s not expecting it to connect, the opposite, really (Zed has never been good at the sporty stuff), but the key slides cleanly through the skulk, cutting it in half.  

He watches in a mixture of fascination and horror as the skulk pillar begins to right itself again. “Interesting,” Zedaph mutters, hovering in one place despite everything in his body saying to move.  “It almost seems alive.”

If he were home–if he had his equipment–he would be taking notes, but right now he’s terrified. Tango said that the skulk was safe to be around, he said it was stable, and Zedaph had said it needed more testing. It was less because of safety, of course, and more along the lines of Zed wanting to know how it works, but the point still stands. 

And it’s coming back to bite him in the butt now, as the towering figure of skulk begins to slowly crawl forward into the hallway Zed has just run through. Whatever mechanism that the skulk is using to move spreads it throughout the room, building tiny pillars in its wake.

There’s not much time, Zedaph realizes, as his heartbeat grows louder and louder in his ears, faster and faster. That’s the only sound he can hear, which is concerning, because there should have been at least one Stumble card played by now. He scrambles down a side corridor, hoping that maybe it’ll be out of the way enough to break line of sight. In his panic, Zed trips on a block of ice slightly raised up from the floor, and sprawls out on the ground, limbs splayed.

He hears the squelching from behind him and scrabbles to get up, hands and hooves slipping against the blue ice. It only serves to make him slip more, and he falls again, this time hitting his chin and splitting it open. The blood dripping down on the ice slowly congeals into tiny brownish ice spines, which is then swallowed by specks of skulk sneaking in from below. 

Zed finally scrambles to his feet then, wiping the blood off and sprinting through the passage on the far side of the room. He desperately tries to ignore the suspiciously ravager-shaped mound of skulk around the first corner, and then the reflection of it around the next. 

Until finally, finally, he sees the exit. It’s always a massive relief to see, but this time it feels like a wave washing over him. He’ll get out, get his embers, and be outside. And maybe he won’t play Decked Out for a few days after this. 

The pressure plates aren’t working. The pressure plates aren’t working and the door isn’t opening. “Drat,” Zed mutters. “Uh… Tango? You there?” 

He’s trying to keep the fear out of his voice as the mound of skulk continues to make its rather slow, anticlimactic crawl towards him. Even if this is something no one will see, it’s still a little embarrassing to think about. 

It crawls closer and closer, still making that moaning, screaming noise, the echoes from the ice only serving to amplify it. Zedaph pushes himself back, pressing more and more against the door, slamming his hands on the pressure plates, only to realize that the doors are made of skulk too. He’s surrounded. 

The skulk crawls over his shoulders, wrapping loops around his arms, as the mass gets closer and closer, sending tendrils up his legs. Zed braces for the inevitable engulfing, but it never comes. Instead the door finally opens up and he tumbles head-first down into the powdered snow at the bottom of the chute. The tower of skulk doesn’t come with him, seemingly having lost interest. 

There’s no one waiting to go in when Zed finally dies to nothing and makes his way out again. In fact, aside from the odd creak and groan of the building, it’s dead silent. He shivers, suddenly much colder than normal, and messages Tango that his game is broken. Tango responds with a series of particularly angry emojis, and then a singular smiley face. The last one was for you, he sends after.

Zed tries to go about his day like normal after that. He tries to forget, tries to ignore the phantom tendrils still crawling up and down his arms. Yeah, that’s enough Decked Out for the week. The month, even.