#waiting until October 31st continues

[elvyn]

Taash!

[lila-lou]

✨Pumpkin Spice Latte✨

Summary: After a rough hunt leaves Dean bruised and exhausted, the last thing he’s up for is a Halloween party.

-Halloween-Special-

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Age Gap, Language, Fluff, Dean being in pain

Word Count: 6041

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💛

Dean wrinkled his nose, glaring at the cup you'd just shoved into his hand. "What the hell is this? It smells like shit!", he grumbled, giving the cup a suspicious look. He was already settled in the driver’s seat, clearly not thrilled with whatever concoction you'd handed him.

You chuckled, tossing your handbag into the backseat before sliding into the passenger seat. "Relax, Dean", you said, grinning as you leaned over and snatched the cup back from him. "It's a pumpkin spice latte—the best thing on earth".

He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly unconvinced. "Pumpkin what? Since when do pumpkins belong in coffee?".

You just laughed, taking a sip and savoring the sweet, spiced warmth. "Since forever, you just haven't lived until you’ve tried it".

Dean gave a low grunt, his eyes flicking from the road to the cup in your hand, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy". He muttered something about it being "a waste of perfectly good coffee" under his breath, but there was a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he started the Impala.

You watched Dean out of the corner of your eye as he focused on the wet road ahead. The rain tapped rhythmically against the windshield, blurring the autumn scenery. The streets were lined with wet, brown leaves, clinging to the pavement from the downpour. It was October 31st, Halloween, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of what was coming tonight.

"So", you began, teasingly dragging out the word as you took another sip of your pumpkin spice latte, "you really going to keep sulking about the party, or are you going to try and enjoy yourself tonight?".

Dean’s jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his eyes on the road, the Impala’s wipers swishing back and forth as they cleared the rain. "I told you, I’m too old for that crap", he grumbled. "Costumes and fake blood? I’m living that nightmare every day. Don’t need to do it for fun".

You couldn't help but laugh softly, turning to fully face him. "Oh, come on, Dean. You're not that old". You leaned closer, resting your elbow on the console, grinning mischievously. "Besides, you promised you'd come. You can handle one night of normal fun, right? Maybe even dance a little".

He gave you a sidelong glance, his lips pressing into a thin line before he let out a heavy sigh. "Normal fun? Is that what we're calling this?".His voice was thick with sarcasm, but you noticed the faintest hint of a smile creeping up as he continued. "I swear, if anyone tries to put me in some ridiculous costume—".

"Relax, grumpy", you interrupted, laughing again. "I already picked out something easy for you. You just have to show up and look hot, which, lucky for you, you do naturally".

Dean scoffed but finally turned to give you a quick look, his green eyes flashing with amusement. "Yeah, well, you’re lucky I’m putting up with this at all. Only reason I’m going is ‘cause you’re twenty-five and apparently this kind of stuff is still a thing for you".

You reached over, resting your hand on his knee. "And that’s why you’re the best. But seriously, it won’t be that bad. Just a few hours, a few drinks, and then you can come back to being your broody, old self". You winked, knowing how to push his buttons just enough to get that reaction out of him.

Dean groaned dramatically, shaking his head as the Impala cruised down the slick streets. "I don’t know what I got myself into with you, sweetheart".

You grinned, settling back into your seat, the warmth of the car contrasting with the cold, rainy night outside. "You’re gonna have fun, Winchester. You just wait".

Dean pulled the Impala smoothly to a stop in front of your apartment complex, the rumble of the engine quieting as he turned off the ignition. The rain had softened to a steady drizzle, but the streets were still slick, shimmering under the streetlights. You glanced over at him with a small smile, grateful he’d driven you home instead of making some excuse to drop you off and head back to whatever hunt he had lined up next.

Every now and then, you managed to convince him to stay at your place, craving at least a few hours of something that felt like a normal relationship. Over time, Dean had slowly gotten used to the idea, and now your apartment was almost as much his as it was yours. He had a drawer in your bedroom, his favorite flannel hung in your closet, and you were pretty sure he had stashed at least two knives and a flask of holy water somewhere between your kitchen and your living room.

As the two of you stepped out into the cool evening air, you reached into the backseat to grab your handbag, then made your way towards the stairs. Dean followed behind, the sound of his boots heavy on the rain-slicked steps. You felt his presence just behind you, a constant, reassuring force in your life that somehow made everything feel safer, even when you both knew it never really was.

Pausing at the top of the stairs, you turned to him with a smirk and held out your pumpkin spice latte again. “Hold this”, you teased, already anticipating his eye roll.

Dean stared at the cup like it personally offended him but took it from your hands with a reluctant sigh. “You really gonna make me carry this thing again?”, he muttered, though the playful glint in his eyes told you he didn’t mind as much as he let on.

You shrugged, turning back to unlock the front door. “Hey, consider it training. Maybe someday you’ll be converted to the greatness of pumpkin spice”.

“Not a chance in hell”, Dean grumbled behind you, though his tone was lighter now, more relaxed.

You unlocked the front door to the building, the soft click barely audible over the rain still pattering outside. Dean followed you inside, as you climbed the short flight to your apartment on the first floor. The air in the hallway was thick with the scent of old wood and rain-soaked leaves, familiar and comforting in a strange way. Dean, though, had that ever-present edge about him, his eyes darting briefly to every shadow, every dark corner, even in this quiet space. It was his nature to be alert, always ready for whatever might come.

You reached your apartment door and dug the keys out of your bag, glancing at him as you slid the key into the lock. “You know, you could relax, Dean. I promise there’s nothing lurking in the hallway tonight”.

Dean huffed softly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, right. You never know. Last thing I need is to get jumped by a demon on a coffee run”. He handed you the cup again, shaking his head. “Here, take your damn pumpkin milk. Thing’s probably cursed”.

You chuckled, taking the cup back as you pushed open the door and stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment immediately wrapping around you. “No demons tonight”, you promised, stepping out of your shoes by the door. “Just you, me, and some quality time before we have to deal with the craziness later”.

Dean followed you inside, his usual routine kicking in. He tossed his keys on the small table near the entrance, his eyes sweeping the room in his typical hunter way, as if something might have changed in the time you’d been gone. It hadn’t, of course—everything was just as it always was, cozy and familiar.

You placed your latte on the kitchen counter, watching him as he shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. Despite the tough exterior, there was a comfort Dean found here, whether he’d admit it or not. He didn’t need to be on high alert every second he was with you, and in moments like this, you could see the faintest bit of ease slip into his posture.

“Feels good to be back here”, you said softly, moving to stand beside him. “Even if you don’t like to admit it”.

Dean raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a slight grin. “I don’t dislike it”. He glanced around as if contemplating his next words. “You got room for all my crap here now anyway. Might as well use it”.

You smiled, standing on your toes to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “That’s a start”.

You watched Dean with a quiet smile as he settled in, kicking off his boots and grabbing a beer from your fridge without so much as a word. It had taken time for him to feel at home here, but now, it was second nature. You knew he would never fully leave the bunker or Sammy—that was his world, his responsibility. But nights like this, when you could have him here, even for a little while, it was all you asked for.

Slipping off your coat, you draped it over the chair by the kitchen and made your way towards the double glass doors that led out to the small balcony. The rain was heavier now, coming down in sheets and turning the streetlights outside into glowing halos in the mist. You stood there for a moment, listening to the familiar hum of the rain as it splashed against the balcony, the rhythmic sound somehow making everything feel even cozier inside.

Turning back, you caught sight of Dean on the couch, already making himself comfortable. He had plopped down heavily, his beer in one hand as he took a long drink. His flannel had ridden up slightly in the process, exposing a strip of skin along his stomach, the curve of muscle there a casual reminder of just how strong he really was. He glanced over at you, catching you staring, and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”, he asked, his eyebrow raised in that typical, playful way, though you could see the weariness just beneath the surface.

He had only been back for a day after spending over two grueling weeks on the East Coast with Sam and Cas, hunting down a particularly nasty group of demons. It was a brutal case, by the sound of it—full of close calls, too many injuries, and not enough rest.

You could still see the faint marks of it on him now. Scratches over his arms, a bruise along his jawline that hadn’t quite faded yet, and the way he moved, just a little too carefully, told you his ribs were still aching. But Dean being Dean, he’d never admit to being in pain. Too proud. Too stubborn. It was like he wore his injuries like another layer of armor, determined not to show weakness, even when he was home with you.

But despite all that, despite the rough edges and the exhaustion he carried like a weight on his shoulders, you had missed him more than you could put into words. And now, just seeing him here, sprawled out on your couch, looking so effortlessly Dean with that lazy grin and the hint of his v-line peeking out from beneath his flannel, you felt a surge of warmth run through you. It pooled low in your belly, a slow heat building at the simple sight of him, all muscle and raw presence, even in his most relaxed state.

Heat rising to your cheeks as you tore your gaze away from his exposed skin, trying not to let it show just how much you had missed everything about him. But Dean, of course, noticed.

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?”, he asked, his voice rough, but teasing, as he took another slow sip of his beer. His eyes were on you now, sharp despite the tiredness behind them, and you could feel that familiar pull between the two of you, like an unspoken challenge.

You shook your head slightly, trying to play it cool, though you could feel the heat still simmering beneath your skin. “Just… glad you’re home”, you said softly, your voice carrying more weight than you intended. You met his gaze again, knowing full well he could see right through you, but in moments like this, you didn’t care.

Dean set his beer down on the table, leaning back into the couch, his eyes still locked on you. “Yeah?”, he asked, his voice a little softer now. “I missed you, too”. There was no teasing in his tone this time, just honesty, plain and simple, and it hit you in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

You crossed the room and sat beside him, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, even though he was still being careful not to show just how sore he really was. You reached out, your hand resting gently on his side, just above where you knew his broken rib was, and he flinched, just a little. “Dean…”, you started, your voice quiet as you brushed your thumb over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“I told you I’m fine”, he muttered, that stubborn edge creeping back into his voice as he glanced away. But you could feel how tightly he was wound, the pain he was hiding, and it tugged at your heart.

You gave him a look, one that you knew would cut through his defenses. “You don’t always have to be fine, you know”.

Dean sighed, his shoulders dropping just a little as he looked back at you. His expression softened, and for a moment, the tough hunter exterior slipped away. “Yeah, well… old habits”, he murmured, a rueful smile tugging at his lips.

Without saying anything, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, careful not to aggravate any of his bruises, and you felt him relax, just a little, under your touch. “Just… let me take care of you tonight”, you whispered against his skin, your lips brushing the edge of his stubble. “You’ve been through enough”.

Dean closed his eyes, exhaling slowly as if he was finally letting himself take in the comfort you were offering. His arm came around you, pulling you in closer, and you could feel the tension melting from his body, even if just for a moment.

“Alright”, he murmured, his voice low and rough, “but don’t go thinking this makes me soft”.

You chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to his jaw, your hand sliding up to rest against his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Winchester”.

Dean let out a low hum, his fingers brushing through your hair as he held you close, and for the first time in weeks, it felt like the world outside had finally quieted.

You grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on, letting the soft murmur of the background noise fill the room. A movie, maybe something familiar, began playing as you stood up, casting one last glance at Dean, who was already half-lost in the feel of the couch beneath him, his eyes lazily following you as you made your way toward the bedroom.

The door was open, giving Dean a clear view from where he sat, and you could feel his eyes on you as you reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head. The soft fabric fell to the floor, and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you stripped down to your underwear. You knew Dean was watching, his gaze heating up the space between you, and despite the comfort of the moment, the tension between you remained undeniable, lingering in the air like a spark waiting to catch fire.

You moved to your drawer, rummaging through for something cozy to slip into, all while feeling Dean’s eyes still fixed on you.

You smiled to yourself as your fingers brushed against one of Dean’s flannels, the fabric soft and worn from years of use. It had practically become yours by now, a constant fixture in your drawer because, if you were being honest, you loved wearing his clothes just as much as he loved seeing you in them. There was something comforting about it—the way it smelled faintly of him, how the sleeves were just a bit too long on you. It was like wrapping yourself in his presence, even when he wasn’t around.

You slipped it on, the familiar fabric brushing against your skin, warm and soft, the scent of Dean still lingering faintly on it. As you buttoned it up, you could feel the way his gaze lingered on you from the other room, a quiet intensity that sent a thrill through you.

Turning slightly, you caught a glimpse of him from the doorway. Dean had shifted on the couch, his body tense in that subtle way he tried to hide, the beer now forgotten on the table beside him. His green eyes were locked on you, darker now, his focus entirely on the way the flannel draped over your frame. You knew what he was thinking without him having to say a word.

The way the flannel clung to you, oversized but unmistakably his, seemed to ignite something in him. It made it clear that, despite everything—the danger, the hunts, the weeks spent apart—you were his. And you knew it, too. The way his eyes darkened when you wore his clothes, that quiet possessiveness that was always just under the surface, was something you both understood without words.

You stepped out of the bedroom and crossed the room, feeling the warmth in his gaze follow you. When you got close enough, Dean reached out, his hand catching yours, gently tugging you toward him.

You obliged without hesitation, letting Dean pull you down onto his lap. His hands immediately settled on your hips, his grip firm but gentle, the warmth of his touch spreading through the thin fabric of the flannel. You could feel the solidness of him beneath you, the tension in his muscles slowly unraveling as you leaned into him.

Dean’s green eyes were locked on yours, dark and intense, filled with that familiar mix of desire and something deeper—something that told you just how much he had missed you, how much you meant to him. His thumb brushed lightly against your waist, tracing lazy circles over the flannel, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You have any idea what you do to me?”, he muttered, his voice low, rough, barely above a whisper. His hands tightened slightly on your hips as he pulled you just a little closer.

You bit your lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you shifted in his lap, the movement making him let out a low groan from deep in his chest. “Maybe”, you teased, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “But I like hearing you say it”.

Dean chuckled softly, though it was thick with that familiar edge of want. His hand slid up your back, pulling you flush against him, his lips grazing your neck as he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against your skin. “You’re driving me crazy”.

You shivered at the feel of his breath on your neck, your fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his shirt. “Good”, you whispered, leaning down to brush your lips against his in a teasing, feather-light kiss.

Dean’s grip tightened at your waist, and before you could pull away, he captured your lips with his, the kiss deepening instantly. It was full of everything that had been building between you—the weeks of being apart, the constant danger, the unspoken need for each other that seemed to intensify every time you were together. His hand slid up to the back of your neck, holding you close as his lips moved against yours, slow and intense, like he was savoring every second.

You melted into him, your body fitting perfectly against his, the familiar scent of leather, rain, and Dean filling your senses. His other hand roamed over your back, his touch both gentle and possessive, like he needed the physical reassurance that you were here, with him, right now.

When you finally pulled back, your breath coming in shallow bursts, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. His eyes were still dark, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, but there was a softness in his expression now, a quiet intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”, you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “You’re stuck with me”.

Dean’s eyes softened at your words, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face as he smiled, that rare, genuine smile that he only ever gave you. “I’m counting on it”, he murmured, his voice rough but full of warmth.

You shifted slightly in his lap, and there was no mistaking the growing tension between you as you felt his arousal pressing against you, straining against his jeans. Heat pooled low in your belly, and you bit your lip, your mind already drifting toward the thought of pushing things further.

But then your eyes flicked down to his side, where you knew his injured rib was hidden beneath his shirt, still healing from the hunt. You could almost feel the dull ache he must’ve been pushing through, despite how well he masked it with his usual bravado.

Your fingers brushed lightly over his chest, just above where the injury sat, and you glanced up at him, concern softening the heat that had been building. “You think a little… fun is going to hurt too much?”, you murmured softly, your voice full of both tease and care, your gaze flicking back to the spot where his broken rib was.

Dean let out a soft, low chuckle, his hands still resting firmly on your hips as he shook his head slightly. “Trust me, sweetheart”, he said, his voice rough, but there was a playful gleam in his eyes. “It’ll hurt more if we don’t”. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before trailing his lips along your jawline, his breath warm against your skin.

You let out a quiet sigh, your body instinctively responding to his touch, but still, you couldn’t help the slight worry that lingered in the back of your mind. You didn’t want to push him, not when he was still healing, even if he was far too stubborn to admit when he needed rest.

“Dean”, you whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers still lightly tracing over the spot where his rib was. “I don’t want to hurt you. You should be resting”.

Dean’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing over your skin as he held your gaze, his expression softening just a little. “I’m fine”, he murmured, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “Yeah, it aches, but nothing I can’t handle”. He smirked then, a glint of mischief returning to his eyes as he pulled you closer. “Besides, there are worse ways to deal with pain”.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, your heart fluttering at the familiar mix of playfulness and affection in his words. But still, you gave him a look, making sure he knew you weren’t entirely convinced.

He sighed softly, his hand sliding down to your waist again, his touch warm and steady. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll stop”, he promised, his eyes serious now. “But right now… I want you”.

Those last words sent a shiver through you, and the heat that had been simmering between you flared back to life. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss, your hands sliding up to cup his face as you deepened the kiss, pouring all your pent-up desire and affection into the moment.

Dean groaned softly against your lips, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you even closer, the tension between you palpable now.

You shifted back slightly, settling more comfortably on his thighs to give yourself enough room to work. The tension between you two was electric, and you could feel Dean’s gaze fixed on you, his eyes dark and filled with anticipation as you reached down to unbuckle his belt. The soft click of the metal filled the quiet room, followed by the slow, deliberate sound of his zipper being undone.

Dean’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling beneath you as you teased him, your fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of his jeans as you worked. His hands stayed on your hips, his grip tightening just slightly, as if he was barely holding himself back from taking control. But he let you set the pace, his patience a quiet reminder of how much he trusted you, how much he wanted you.

As you continued to ease his jeans and boxers down, Dean shifted his hips upward slightly, making it easier for you to pull the fabric down and free his hard length.

You took a moment to fully appreciate the sight of him, his arousal prominent and hard, the anticipation clear in the way his body tensed beneath you. You could feel the way his breathing grew more ragged, the muscles in his thighs tightening with the effort of holding himself in check.

You bit your lip, savoring the charged moment between you. With careful, deliberate movements, you took his length in your hand, feeling the heat and firmness of him. Dean’s breath hitched as you wrapped your fingers around him, his gaze locked on you, dark with desire.

As you shifted slightly, positioning yourself to align with him, Dean’s hands moved instinctively to guide you. His touch was gentle but firm, his fingers brushing aside the fabric of your underwear to help you line up perfectly.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding as you carefully began to sink onto him. The sensation was intense, and even after being together for over three years, his size still took a moment to adjust to, and his reaction to your tightness was immediate. Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his grip on your hips tightening as he watched you with a mix of awe and desire.

“Damn, you’re tight”, he murmured, his voice rough with the effort of holding back. He tried to keep his tone light, teasing, but there was a clear edge of need in his words. “You trying to kill me here?”.

You smiled mischievously, a playful glint in your eye. “Maybe just trying to remind you of how good you’ve got it”, you teased, intentionally clenching around him with a slow, deliberate movement.

Dean’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a groan escaping his lips as he fought to maintain control. “Damn it”, he muttered, his voice barely more than a growl.

As you sank down completely, the full intensity of the connection took your breath away, every nerve alive with sensation. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on Dean's broad shoulders, the strength in them reassuring under your touch.

Dean's eyes opened again, locking onto yours with that fiery intensity that always managed to send shivers down your spine. "You sure you can handle this?", he teased, his voice a low rumble mixed with genuine concern for your comfort.

"I think the question is, can you handle it?", you retorted with a playful smirk, shifting slightly to adjust to the depth. The movement elicited a sharp inhale from Dean, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter.

You began to move, finding a steady pace, each movement synchronized to maximize the deep, intense connection. Dean watched you intently, his gaze never wavering, completely captivated by every expression that flickered across your face.

The room was filled with the sound of your synchronized breathing and the subtle shift of fabric as you moved together. Each of Dean's responses drove you further, his body reacting instinctively to yours, his touches and movements growing more confident and assertive.

"You feel amazing", Dean groaned, his head tipping back slightly as he absorbed every sensation. His words were laced with both pleasure and a bit of awe, as if even after years, the depth of your intimacy could still surprise him.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear, whispering softly, "Just keep up with me". The challenge was gentle but clear, and you could feel Dean's resolve firming. He shifted his grip, finding a new angle that drew a deep moan from your lips, clearly pleased with your reaction.

The pace quickened naturally, driven by mutual need and the profound connection you shared. Dean's hands explored your back, tracing lines of fire with every touch, his fingers pressing into your skin in encouragement and desire.

The world outside faded completely, leaving only the two of you lost in the rhythm and rush of overwhelming sensation. Every movement, every touch, was a reaffirmation of the deep, enduring bond between you, pushing each other towards a peak that was both intense and incredibly intimate.

As Dean hit all the right spots, the pleasure built rapidly within you. Each movement seemed to push you closer to the edge, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. Your moans grew louder, each sound a testament to how well he knew your body and how perfectly he fit inside you.

“Dean”, you gasped, your voice strained with pleasure as your back arched, your head falling back. The sensation of him inside you was electrifying, the friction and depth making it impossible to hold back. You clenched around him, the tightness pushing him closer to his own release.

Dean responded with a low, guttural groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he felt you tighten around him. His own pleasure built rapidly, his breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts. The way you were moving, the way you were squeezing him, was almost too much to handle.

The pressure within you reached a peak, and with a final, intense clench, you felt the waves of your climax crashing over you. Your body trembled, your moans a mix of ecstasy and relief as you finally let go, the pleasure overwhelming.

The sensation of your climax triggered Dean’s release as well. He let out a throaty groan, his body tensing as he came, the force of it pushing him into a shuddering, intense orgasm.

But as Dean’s body tensed with the force of his release, he let out a strained gasp, a sharp pain flaring in his injured rib. The sudden jolt of discomfort cut through the haze of pleasure, causing him to stiffen and wince.

“Shit”, he muttered, his voice tight with both pleasure and pain. He tried to mask it, but the strain was evident in the way he clenched his jaw and the slight grimace that crossed his face.

You immediately noticed the shift, your pleasure quickly giving way to concern. You could feel his discomfort and moved carefully, your hands reaching up to cradle his face. “You´re okay?”, you asked, your voice soft with worry. “Does it hurt?”.

He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of lingering desire and discomfort. “Just a little”, he admitted, trying to brush off the pain. “Didn’t expect it to flare up like that, though”.

“Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea”, you mumbled softly, your voice filled with concern as you carefully shifted off of him, moving slowly to avoid causing him any more discomfort. Dean let out a small, half-hearted chuckle, his hand brushing over his rib as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Yeah, probably should’ve taken it easy”, he admitted, his voice still rough but laced with a bit of humor. He gave you a reassuring look, but you could see the lingering tension in his eyes.

As you sat up, you quickly pulled your panties back into place, trying to prevent the inevitable mess of your combined release. You caught Dean watching you with a faint smirk, despite the pain, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“You’re still smirking even when you’re in pain?”, you teased lightly, reaching for a nearby throw blanket to cover him up. “You really are something else, Winchester”.

Dean shrugged, wincing slightly at the motion. “What can I say? You have that effect on me”.

While Dean carefully tugged himself back into his jeans, you slipped off to the bathroom, moving quickly to clean yourself up. As you splashed water on your face, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror, your thoughts racing. Despite his humor, the tension in Dean’s expression had been clear—his rib was still bothering him more than he was letting on.

By the time you returned, Dean was sprawled back on the couch, the blanket draped loosely over him. His eyes were half-lidded, the weariness from both the hunt and the earlier moment of intensity catching up to him. You stood in the doorway for a moment, biting your lip as you took him in.

"Maybe we should stay in", you suggested softly, stepping toward him. "Forget the party".

Dean looked up at you, his expression softening as he registered your words. He gave a slight shake of his head, attempting to brush it off, but you could see the exhaustion creeping up on him. "I’m fine", he muttered, trying to sit up a little straighter. "I can handle it".

You crossed the room and sat down next to him, gently placing a hand on his arm. "Dean, you’re not fooling anyone", you said softly, your tone filled with concern. "You need to rest. That rib isn’t going to heal if you keep pushing yourself".

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew you were right, but the stubbornness in him didn’t want to admit it. "I just didn’t want to ruin your plans", he admitted quietly, glancing up at you. "You were excited about the party".

You smiled gently, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "The party doesn’t matter", you whispered against his skin. "What matters is you. I’d rather spend the night here with you, making sure you’re okay".

Dean’s eyes softened at that, the fight leaving him as he finally relaxed against the couch. "You really don’t mind?", he asked, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable.

You shook your head, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Not at all", you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "Besides, staying in with you sounds a lot better than any party".

Dean smiled, the tension in his body easing as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "Alright", he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I guess we’re staying in, then".

You snuggled into his side, the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing calming your own racing heart. The rain outside continued to fall in a soft, soothing patter, and in the quiet comfort of the moment, you both knew you had made the right choice.

Tonight would be just for the two of you, no parties, no distractions—just the peace of being together.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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[alastor-simp]

Trick or Treat - Alastor x Female Reader

❥Summary: It's Halloween, and the hotel is decorated in spooky decor and sweet treats were prepared. Towards the end of the night, you are approached by Alastor and he has a very intimate question for you.

❥Tags: Halloween, Halloween Night, Trick or Treat, October 31st, Alastor x Reader, Female Reader, Soon To Be Smut, Spooky.

❥Notes: Halloween story for Alastor is here. This will be a two different ending story (Trick Chapter and Treat Chapter) and they will both be different scenarios and either romantic fluff or smut. Enjoy and Happy Halloween

❥Credit- Halloween divider from @riottsrph

It's finally Halloween!!!! You have been waiting for this day ever since you arrived in the Hazbin Hotel. Halloween was something you celebrated when you were still alive, and you were still going to continue to celebrate it even when you were in Hell. You begged Charlie and Vaggie if it was possible to plan a Halloween costume party in the hotel for everyone. Charlie was immediately on board with you, grabbing a paper and pen, making a list of everything that they needed to prepare for the party. Vaggie was a bit hesitant at first, but she gave in to Charlie's puppy dog eyes.

Grabbing the invitations that you drew up, you placed them under the doors of all of the residents, reminding them to head to the lobby at around 7 pm, and to wear a spooky costume. Charlie also extended an invitation to her dad, especially since her and him had a better relationship now. Charlie and Vaggie were managing the decorations, while you headed to the kitchen, preparing tasty treats for the others. You decided to do both savory and sweet halloween treats, since others might not have a sweet tooth, aka Alastor. For the sweets, you made witch finger cookies, caramel + candy apples, halloween covered strawberries. The savory treats was ghost pizza, spooky charcuterie board, and mummie meatballs.

🧡��💜🖤Treats🖤💜💚🧡

(Credit to Pinterest)

"All set!" You said to yourself, enthusiastically, satisfied with the dishes you prepared. Charlie saw what you made and gave you a big hug, truly happy and excited to try them and the others to enjoy them as well.

Eyeing the clock, it was almost time for the party. You ran towards your room, ready to put on your (favorite halloween costume) on. Once you were finished, you headed to the lobby, ready for the party. The lobby was decorated from head to toe in spooky decorations. The chandelier was covered in cobwebs, ghost string lights were hang up all over the walls, black, orange and white balloons were scattered on the floor, spider and ghost streamers hanged from the ceiling, and the table was set up with the food you prepared and a punch bowl, which was probably gonna be spiked later. Everyone was in the lobby, dressed in their costumes. Charlie and Vaggie were dressed up as Glinda and Elphaba from the musical, Wicked. Charlie's cat, Keekee was wearing an adorable devil costume. Angel was wearing a very sexy police uniform, as expected of him. Husk had on a big red and white striped hat and bowtie, resembling the cat in the hat. Niffty had on a purple and black dress, combined with a point hat and broom, resembling a witch. Sir Pentious donned a lab coat, with rubber gloves and fake medical tools, clearly looking like a mad doctor, and his Egg bois were dressed up in little nurses outfits. You expected Lucifer to dress up as either a prince or vampire, but here he was, dressed in a big duck costume, well he looked good in it.

Alastor was the only one who wasn't in the lobby, making you wondered where he was. "Hey, has anyone seen Alastor?" Your question was met with shrugs, until you heard the sound of static from behind you. "Here I am, my dear!" He said, in a sing-song tone, making you turn your head to look at him. He was still wearing a pin striped suit, but this time it was white and black, along with a bat bowtie in the front. "Ahh, decided to be the Pumpkin king himself for Halloween." Smiling up at Al, you admired his costume, moving your hand up to straightened the bow tie. "Yes well, I much rather prefer to appear as myself since I am heavily feared, but dear Charlie was persistent with the whole costume aspect of this celebration, so I chose this." He said, smile enlarging a bit as he watched you fix his tie. "Well you look very handsome." His ears twitched at what you said, smile turning soft. "OKAY!! ARE WE READY TO GET THIS PARTY STARTED?!" Charlie's voice rang out, making you and Alastor jump as you turned around, facing towards her. "HELL YEAH!" was everyone's response to Charlie, as the halloween party was ready to commence.

The party was a massive hit! Everyone was moaning in joy at how delicious the food was that you prepared, even Alastor gave you a nod of approval for the non sweet dishes you made. Lucifer had used his powers to conjure up some fun entertainment for everyone, as well. He had a giant water jug filled with apples for everyone to do bobbing for apples, which you really enjoyed playing. Turning on the boom box, you put on "Thriller" by MJ, grabbing both Husk and Angel to do the iconic dance. Husk grumbled through half of it, but he lightened up a bit after a while. Everyone else started to dance, and you pulled Alastor to join as well. He wasn't use to dancing to this type of music, but he slowly adapted to it, as you helped him a bit with the moves. Angel insisted on playing beer pong after he asked numerous times, making you relent. He went up against Al, which was a bad idea because the balls tend to always miss his cups, yet magically Al's ping pong balls always landed in Angels cups, causing Angel to drink all of his alcohol.

It soon became very late and everyone was either very drunk or flat out tired, which was a clear sign that the party was over. Lucifer bid everyone a good night, lifting both Charlie and Vaggie in his arms, carrying them to their bedroom. Angel placed Niffty on Husks head, as she was passed out, while the both of them headed to bed. Pen's egg bois were able to lift him up, dragging him away to his bedroom. The only ones who were still awake was you and Alastor, not surprising since he never slept. "MMMMM! Well that was a fun party." Stretching your arms up in the air, you let out a soft groan as you heard your bones crack. "I must admit, it was highly entertaining. Too bad we didn't finish the night with a good hunt!" The demonic aura surrounded Al, as his antlers enlarged and his eyes became dials. "Hey, behave yourself! Besides not everyone would partake in that, well maybe, Niffty." Crossing your arms, you glared at him, as his evil aura faded in a instance. "It was merely a suggestion, my dear. There is no need for you to frown, come now, Smile!" His fingers went to your lips, pulling them up into a smile. Rolling your eyes, you smiled genuinely while removing his hands from your mouth, "Yeah yeah." Turning your eyes back to the lobby, you saw there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up, welp lets get started. Before you can even start cleaning, everything vanished with a flash, making the room spotless. "What?! How did?" Turning back, you realized Al snapped his fingers, using his powers. "Oh right, forgot you could do that." You rubbed your neck, smiling at Al.

Chuckling at your reaction, Al walked closer to you, motioning his arm out for you to take, "Come along now, my dear. Its best we head to bed." Looping you arm with his, you walked along side him, venturing on towards your chambers The both of you finally reached your destination, your room, as the both of you stood at your door. "Thanks for walking me to my room, Al." Alastor smiled down at you, waiting for you to unhook your arm, as he placed both his hands behind his back. "Your very welcome, my dear." Grabbing the handle, you turned the door, before you bid Alastor a good night. Entering inside your room, your head met someones chest causing you to jump and scream. "WAH!" Alastor had teleported into your room, startling you. "HAHA! Apologies for scaring you, but there was a question I wanted to ask you, my dear." Trying to calm yourself down from the scare, you looked up at Al, asking what did he want to ask you. Wearing a toothy smirk, he walked slowly towards you, making you step backwards, your back touching the door. Gripping your chin softly, he tilted it up, crimson eyes gazing into yours, "Trick or Treat?" What? Remaining silent, you pondered what he meant. "Which one, darling? Trick or Treat?"

-To Be Continued-

What answer the reader choose?

Trick-Part Coming Soon

or

Treat- Part Coming Soon

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[simplygojo]

GhostFace Ep. 1 - Toji

Author's Note: Happy first episode of the GhostFace series and happy Kinktober!! I have been super sick for the past week and a bit so I am SUPER behind schedule, due to that, I will continue to write the Kinktober requests into early November and will be accepting requests until October 31st! Tysm for all the kind words from my moots you guys are too kind ily so much.

I am only accepting requests from my Kinktober Prompt List, thank you <33

Pairing: Toji Fushiuro x f!reader

Kinks: Knife Play & Choking

Word Count: 2.7K

Kinktober Taglist: @megumisdivinedogs; @nanamisrighthand; @simplyyyuji

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, knife play, oral, nicknames (princess & sweetheart), choking, aggressive sex.

You hadn’t thought he’d actually do it. When you teasingly mentioned how sexy Toji would look in a Ghostface mask, you didn’t expect him to run with it. 

It was just a joke—a playful comment made while watching a horror movie together. 

You’d nudged him, saying that if anyone could pull off being the villain, it’d be him, with that dangerous edge in his grin. He just shook off your comment and muttered something about costumes being stupid.

But it wasn’t surprising—Toji wasn’t exactly the type to indulge in things like that. 

Besides, work had been taking up most of his nights recently, the kind of “side jobs” that didn’t allow for much downtime.

You’d gotten used to him coming home late, hours after you’d gone to bed, smelling like sweat and danger.

Tonight was supposed to be another one of those nights. He’d left earlier in the afternoon, throwing on that usual half-smirk as he kissed you goodbye and told you not to wait up. 

You had settled in for a quiet evening alone, already anticipating the soft sound of the door opening in the early morning when he’d return.

But tonight, something felt off. 

The lights in your house flickered out with an unsettling finality, casting everything in darkness. You grabbed your phone, illuminating the path as you stepped cautiously out of your bedroom.

“Toji?” you called, your voice echoing eerily in the silent house. No response.

There was a faint creak, and your heart skipped a beat. It had to be Toji. Right?

Just as you turned the corner into the hallway, you saw him.

He was leaning casually against the far wall, a tall, imposing figure cloaked in black, the stark white of a Ghostface mask glowing ominously in the dim light from your phone. 

The shape of a knife glinted in his hand, and he stood there motionless, letting you absorb the sight of him.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart started pounding. Even though you knew it had to be Toji, the way he stared at you through the mask sent a rush of fear coursing through you.

He tilted his head slightly like he was considering you. Then, in a distorted voice from behind the mask, he spoke.

“So…” He paused, and the mask tilted as it stared at you, “do you like scary movies?”

Your grip tightened on your phone, fingers trembling, but not from fear. A surge of something else entirely coursed through you—an intoxicating mix of adrenaline and heat. 

Without thinking, your thighs squeezed together, your body’s instinctive reaction to the dark, dangerous energy radiating from him.

The way he was playing into it—it was fucking hot.

“Toji…” You whispered, but your voice faltered as he stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

He slowly took a step forward, towering over you, the knife twirling between his fingers. 

“I asked you a question,” he repeated, his tone still distorted, that same low growl sending shivers down your spine. “Do you like scary movies, princess?”

You swallowed hard, your back pressing against the nearest wall as he closed the distance. Even though you knew it was him, there was something primal about the fear creeping up your body—a kind of fear that tangled itself with arousal. 

Your thighs clenched instinctively, heat building low in your belly despite the cold edge of danger he exuded.

“Yeah… I like ‘em,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper, pulse racing in your throat.

“Good,” he murmured darkly, his masked face now inches from yours. “Because tonight, you’re gunna be the star.”

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist with a bruising grip, pushing you even harder against the wall behind you. He pressed the cold blade of the knife pressed teasingly against your throat, making your breath hitch. 

Even though you knew it wasn’t real, the sharpness of the metal sent a thrill through your body that left you trembling.

“You’re shaking,” he observed, amusement lacing his words. 

“What’s the matter, baby? Didn’t you say I’d look good like this?”

A shudder ran down your spine, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as his gloved hand trailed down your side, the contrast of his roughness against your skin making you burn.

The pressure of the knife eased slightly, allowing you to swallow, though your breath remained ragged. He leaned closer, the distorted sound of his voice right against your ear.

“Tell me…” he growled, his fingers skimming over the waistband of your pj shorts, teasing. 

“Do I scare you?” He grabbed your other wrist, holding it tight in one large hand above your head.

Your breath came out in short, trembling bursts, but it wasn’t fear that held you captive—it was the raw power, the dominance he exuded, that made you weak in the knees.

The blade slid down your chest down to your waist, the tip grazing over the soft fabric of your shorts. The metal was cold, sending shivers through you as he teased the waistband with it.

“Answer me,” he growled again, the impatience in his voice sending a new wave of heat pooling between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whispered, your lips barely moving. “But I…I like it.”

A dark, predatory chuckle escaped from behind the mask. 

“I knew you liked it, it makes ya so desperate for me.” His grip on your wrists tightened, and with a deliberate, practiced motion, he slid the blade beneath the waistband of your shorts. 

You felt the fabric give way, the sharp edge slicing through effortlessly.

In an instant, your shorts were slashed away, the cool air hitting your bare skin as they fell to the floor. You were completely exposed to him now, your body trembling under his control.

His gloved hand pushed your hair aside, lips brushing the back of your neck as he whispered, “I’m gonna take my time with you.” 

Toji removed his hands from your wrists and slowly tilted the mask up so you could finally see the dark, desperate look in his eyes. 

He slowly traced your curves as he made his way down your body, his big hands gripping your thighs roughly the handle of the knife pressed firmly against your thigh.

A low, dark chuckle escaped his lips as he spread you open, his gaze fixed on your glistening folds, and you could feel your pulse quicken in anticipation.

“Fuck… you’re dripping for me already,” he muttered, his voice distorted through the mask, the sound sending a wave of heat rushing through you. 

Toji’s lips brushed against the inside of your thighs, a teasing, featherlight touch that made you gasp, your body arching toward him instinctively. 

His hands gripped you tighter, holding you still, keeping you in place as he took his time, trailing wet kisses along your sensitive skin. Each press of his lips was deliberate, slow, drawing out your anticipation until it was almost unbearable.

The first flick of his tongue against your clit sent a jolt through your body, a strangled moan escaping your lips. 

Toji didn’t relent. His mouth moved with calculated precision, his tongue swirling over your slick folds, lapping up your arousal as if he were starving for it. He was methodical, dragging his tongue from your entrance to your swollen clit in slow, torturous strokes, and you could feel every flick, every circle he traced.

Your hands clawed at the wall behind you, searching for something to anchor yourself to, but there was nothing. You were at his mercy, your body completely exposed to him as he worked you with his mouth.

“Mhf, Toji…” You whimpered, your legs shaking as you struggled to stay upright, the pleasure building inside you too intense to handle. But he wasn’t going to let you go that easily. His strong hands gripped your thighs harder, holding you in place as he buried his face between your legs, circling your clit with agonizing precision.

He moaned against you, the vibration making your body convulse in pleasure, your hips bucking against his mouth. 

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it gently, and your vision blurred, the overwhelming heat coiling tighter and tighter in your core. 

The sounds of him devouring you echoed in your ears, mixing with your ragged breaths and the filthy moans that were slipping past your lips. 

Toji pulled back slightly, his lips grazing your entrance as he spoke, his breath hot against your slick skin. “Scream a little louder for me, c’mon princess.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you again, his tongue sliding inside you, thrusting in and out in a rhythm that matched the frantic beating of your heart. 

Every movement of his tongue sent a shockwave through your body, your hips grinding against his face as you chased the release building inside you and a pornographic moan escaped your lips. 

He groaned lowly against your core, the sound sending vibrations through you, making you cry out his name as you fell deeper into the pleasure.

Your hands found their way to his hair, gripping tightly as he devoured you with a reckless pace. 

Toji’s lips moved faster, his tongue expertly swirling over your clit, and it was all too much. Your body tensed, the coil inside you snapping as a wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as your orgasm washed through you.

Toji didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to work you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure until you were a trembling, moaning mess in his hands. 

Finally, he pulled away, his lips slick with your arousal as he looked up at you, the Ghostface mask still on top of his head, his eyes dark with lust.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “And we’re just getting started.”

He stood up slowly, his towering presence engulfing you as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. 

Without hesitation, his mouth was on yours, hot and hungry, tasting of you as his tongue claimed your mouth. The taste of your own arousal on his lips only deepened the heat coursing through your body, your hands fisting into his shirt as you kissed him back desperately. 

The kiss was all-consuming, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance, each second stoking the fire burning between you.

His hand found your throat, fingers wrapping around it with a firm, possessive grip, cutting off just enough of your air to make your head spin. 

Toji’s lips left yours, trailing wet, heated kisses down the line of your jaw until he reached your neck, where he bit down hard, marking you with his teeth. 

You gasped, your body arching into his as he tightened his hold on your throat, the pain of his bite mixing deliciously with the pleasure flooding your senses.

“You like that?” He growled against your skin, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh of your neck before sinking in again, harder this time. 

“I know you do. You’re fucking made for this.”

His hand squeezed your throat tighter, the pressure sending a dizzying rush of heat straight between your legs as he bit down once more, harder than before, like he wanted to leave his mark deep inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the frail whimper you let out.

You were completely at his mercy, pinned against the wall, your pulse racing as you struggled for breath. 

The only thing grounding you was the raw, primal need coursing through you, the need for him to take you, to devour you whole.

Toji pulled back just enough to let you catch your breath, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed down at you. 

Slowly, deliberately, he reached up and pulled the Ghostface mask back down over his face. 

The sight of him—dangerous and predatory, hidden behind that mask—made your heart pussy throb even harder.

Without a word, he grabbed the knife again, the cold, glinting blade sending a chill through you as he brought it close to your skin. He was teasing you, letting the sharp tip glide over your bare stomach, tracing patterns as he watched your chest rise and fall. 

Then, with agonizing slowness, he moved the blade up, dragging it over the curve of your breast, watching as it barely kissed your skin, tracing the swell of your tits with a precision that made you shiver.

You could feel the cold metal against your sensitive skin, the danger of it adding an edge to the pleasure already coursing through you. 

Toji’s hand cupped your other breast, squeezing roughly, while the tip of the blade teased around your hardened nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“You like when I play with my knife, don’t you?” He rasped through the mask, his voice low and dark, dripping with dominance.

Before you could respond, he spun you around, your hands splaying against the wall as he pressed his body against yours, bending you over. 

You could feel his hard cock straining against you, the rough fabric of his pants grinding into your ass as he tugged your hips back, positioning you exactly how he wanted.

“Keep your hands there,” he ordered, his voice commanding, leaving no room for argument.

A rough, calloused hand grabbed your waist, holding you steady, while his other hand traced the tip of the knife down your spine, sending shivers through your body. 

The anticipation was unbearable, your body trembling with need as he finally dropped the blade, his fingers digging into your hips.

Without warning, Toji thrust into you, burying himself deep inside your slick heat. You gasped, the sudden fullness making your entire body arch against him as he fucked you hard, rough, every thrust forcing you up against the wall.

“Fuck… you feel so good, princess,” he growled through the mask, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d be bruised tomorrow.

You pressed your hands against the wall, struggling to stay upright as your legs trembled beneath you.

Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your needy whines spilling out uncontrollably, filling the room. 

Toji’s hand found your throat again as he leaned over you, pulling you back slightly so your head rested against his chest. His grip tightened, cutting off your breath once more as he fucked you harder, deeper, each thrust sending you closer to the edge.

“M’don’t wanna hear no whining,” he snarled, his voice distorted behind the mask. 

“You’re gunna take everything I give you.”

His pace became brutal, each thrust making your vision blur as the pleasure overwhelmed you. 

You could feel your orgasm building again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, your body convulsing around him as you came hard, his name spilling from your lips in a choked, desperate cry.

Toji didn’t stop—He kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release as he growled in your ear, his hand never leaving your throat as he used your body for his pleasure. 

Finally, with one last, deep thrust, he groaned loudly, spilling inside you, his grip on your throat easing as he collapsed against you, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath.

Slowly, Toji pulled out and turned you around, lifting the mask just enough to reveal his face. 

He leaned in, kissing you deeply, his lips soft and warm despite the roughness of everything that had just transpired. 

His kiss was a stark contrast to the ferocity from before—gentle, almost tender, as if grounding you after everything you had shared.

He pulled back, his lips quirking into a smirk as he gazed down at you. 

Without a word, he scooped you into his arms effortlessly, carrying you toward the bed. Your body melted against his, exhaustion starting to settle in, but a playful thought crossed your mind.

As he laid you down, you reached for the Ghostface mask still resting on top of his head, lifting it off before sliding it over your own face. The grin that spread across your face was hidden behind the mask as you looked up at him.

"My turn to play psycho killer," you teased, your voice muffled through the mask, though the playful challenge was unmistakable.

Toji chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned down to press a kiss against the mask where your lips would be. 

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending a thrill through you all over again.

[bits-and-babs]

✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ✧

with one week until october, i've decided it's time i return to writing. i've planned out a release schedule for a kinktober celebration, and hope that i'll be able to complete it this year ! please enjoy, i can't wait to release work for you all again ! ღ

from the 1st - 31st i will be posting one smut fic a day with different prompts featuring different characters. all fics relating to this event will be tagged kinktober 2023. this masterlist will be continually updated as i go.

minors dni: please note all writing in this event is not suitable for minors. if i find minors interacting with my work, you will be blocked.

content tags: please be mindful of the content tags on my fics. each fic will have it's own separate cw section, detailing any sensitive or triggering content. i give ample warning, so if you don't like do not read. all fics will be written as f!reader.

tagging: i will be tagging my usual taglist for the characters I write each day. if you wish to be tagged on each day of kinktober, please sign up via the taglist below.

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ─

OCTOBER 001.

camgirl | simon 'ghost' riley x camgirl!reader summary: a new client sends a request for a solo-cam performance. his lack of detail and scarce details leave you unprepared. cw: f!reader, sexwork, dirty talk, breast-play, m & f masturbation, use of sex toy, use of honorific 'sir' but no real power dynamic.

OCTOBER 002.

touch starved | din djarin x reader summary: the child has been getting in the way of you and mando spending time together. after weeks without your touch, he's finally reaching his limit. cw: f!reader, needy din, slightly ooc din to fit the theme, begging, oral (m receiving), cumming early, reference to f oral.

OCTOBER 003.

phone sex | johnny mactavish x reader summary: on leave, johnny can't resist pestering you while you're at work. or perhaps he just can't resist you... cw: f!reader, sexting, dirty talk, voyeurism(?), begging, masturbation (m & f), orgasm denial, inferred voyeurism. this one made me blush.

OCTOBER 004.

aphrodisiac | grand admiral thrawn x reader summary: grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire. cw: aphrodisiacs/sex pollen vibes so dub-con, fingering, cum eating, political mind games.

OCTOBER 005.

clothes on | joel miller x reader summary: trapped inside a wardrobe whilst hiding from infected, joel ups the ante of survival. cw: f!reader, threat to life, mentions of gore, quiet or die kind of vibe, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cream pie, autassassinophilia – arousal in the fear of being killed.

OCTOBER 006.

nipple piercings | captain john price x reader summary: three months into your sas training course, chief directional instructor captain john price drills you on cold-water-shock survival. cw: f!reader, cold water shock, power imbalance (recruit x directing staff), secret relationship, breast/nipple stimulation, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cream pie.

OCTOBER 007.

incubus | maul x reader summary: a bizarre creature comes to visit your dreams, promising to satiate the desperate yearning of your body that it sensed across the plains of the force. cw: incubus! – somnophilia and dub-con by default, size kink, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cream-pie, choking, breath play, use of pet name ‘dove’

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 —

OCTOBER 008.

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 —

tbc...

[mysticficti0n]

hey girlie I have a question!

sooo I rlly rlly love ur writing and literally I read most ur stuff every night 🤭 but I was wondering maybe if you could write one about Colby Brock.... and just any idea but like I rlly want to see what you could do

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Bun

I do not mind one bit! I grew up watching Sam and Colby so ofc!! For this I am gonna make up a place because I feel like it heheheh but this is my first Colby fic so don't judge pretty please <3 Ive tried my best and checked for mistakes and hopefully there's none (or very little)

Haunted house

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warnings- ColbyBrockxFem/Reader, swearing, mentions of death, death of children, fire, hanging, fluff/teasing, Y/H/T= your home town, smut!! kissing, smut, P in V, no protection,

words- 10k (sorry ☹︎)

"sooooo are you gonna come tomorrow?" Sam asked me over the phone, it's Halloween tomorrow and he, Colby and some friends had been working really hard the whole of October and decided on the 31st they wanted to do a haunted house sleepover, and this house was in the middle of fucking nowhere, 4 hours away, and miles from the nearest town "because we need to leave like... 9am ish tomorrow to get there in time to meet the owners" I waited a few seconds mentally reviewing my life and really asking myself I wanted to do this

"umm- yeah okay" I agreed and already regretted it "I'll walk to yours and be there for like 8-8:30?" Sam made a noise as if he was talking to someone else then made a huh sound to me "I said I'll walk to yours-"

"ohh- Colby said he can grab you but you'll have to go to the store with him"

"okay no problem, what time though?" Sam said 8am so I set my alarm for 6:30, enough time for a shower, get ready, pack then get in the car with Colby, our conversation continued until another voice interrupted telling the boy he needs to get ready "alright then, see you tomorrow"

"Bye-Bye" he sung and the phone cut. Tomorrow was about to be very interesting...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I opened my eyes to find my room dark, and my phone reading 6:30am "ughhh" I groaned rolling out the warm covers and slowly made my way into my bathroom, I switched the light on and then put the shower on, turning the heat to the warmest it could be, sleepily I pulled my clothes off and jumped into the shower humming as the water washed over my skin. My morning went quick, at one point it was 7am and I need to still pack and now its 8am and my front door is being knocked because Colby is already here "shit shit shit" I chanted quickly stuffing chargers, torches, batteries and whatever else I could quickly grab before I sprinted to the door "morning!" I panted

"good morning, you okay?" he laughed putting a hand on my shoulder

"fi-fine yeah" I smiled standing to look at him properly "you good?" he nodded walking in "I've just gotta put a few last things in my bag, wanna come sit in my room?"

"oooh" he cooed, I slapped his arm as we made our way to my room, he walked in and quickly jumped onto the bed that was freshly made and crumpled the sheets which I made a face to, a cheeky smirk painted the tatted mans face as he shuffled creating a larger mess "you excited?"

"oh yeah- cant wait" I sarcastically answered grabbing my card "how like- bad is it?" I asked which I probably shouldn't have with the wide smile that crept onto the mans face

"well its known to have had 6 people hang themselves in the attic, two of those were children like 10 years old" my stomach sank, eyes widened "i'm kidding! only one 10 year old was hung" I sighed again regretting agreeing to going to this place and mentally slapping myself

"you're not helping the nerves I have right now" he laughed lying himself back, grabbing a pillow to go under his head "what are you grabbing from the shop?"

"water, snacks, any like little bits we need, plus were not filming it so we don't need much, oh and Amanda is coming, you guys will get on great" I smiled, I had seen Amanda in a few videos with the guys before and she seems really fun and interesting to work with as she's a medium

"okay well I'm ready now" with a breath he stood, fixing my bed and giving the pillow a slap to make it 'comfy', I pulled my little suitcase of the bed and onto the floor to follow me

"you'll love It once were there" Colby spoke grabbing my bag off me, carrying it down the stairs and walked to his car to put it in his trunk as I locked my door

"I've been told that one to many times" we shared a look before a laugh spilled from both of us

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The shopping was done, some water, crisps, and some lollipops, I sat myself in the front and waited patiently for Colby to get back in "oh another thing- one of the spirits at this place has a thing for touching girls backs and leaving like little bruises"

"great! gonna get molested by a ghost man" I grinned sarcastically looking to the dark haired boy "as long as I don't get like pushed down stairs or something I'm good-ish"

"well-"

"ugh" Colby laughed starting the car, sending me a quick smirk before we drove back to his house. It was a quiet drive, only the radio playing some songs, and the noises of traffic around us, It was defiantly the calm before the storm tonight.

We arrived at the house and went inside, I saw Sam and a blonde sat on the sofa talking but quickly stopping as we entered "Ayyyy she's here!" the man called holding his hands in the air "Amanda this is Y/n, Y/n this is Amanda" I looked to the girl

"hey how are you!" she asked sending me a warm smile, she was really pretty, dressed in a white knitted jumper, blue skinny jeans

"hi i'm great, how're you?" she looked a little taken-back but still with a smile

"Oh you're British?" I nodded "ohh- where are you from?"

"Y/H/T (if you're not from England just chose somewhere to be from), grew up there then moved to Kansas when I was like 14" she smiled and looked back to Sam, I turned to Colby who was stood leaning up the door way staring back to me "what?" I mouthed and he shook his head with a smile

"right guys, we need to leave like in 5 minuets, it's a 4 hour drive- and I have to drive" he groaned "who's sitting in the front with me?" I watched as Amanda quickly placed a finger onto her nose "Amanda is sat with me then!" she grinned grabbing her bag

"Looks like were together then" I said looking to the dark headed man still behind me, he giggled before quickly hurrying away to the stairs and went up, he's so weird sometimes "okay before we go ima go for a piss" Sam threw me a thumbs up and I went to the bathroom. I finished and washed my hands, I looked into the mirror and stared at my make-up, I hadn't put much on but my lips looked slightly chapped so I pulled out my lip gloss and swiped it onto my lips, with one last look I walked out and was met with the blue eye gaze of Colby

"that for me?" he looked to my lips and back up

"of course" I smiled, biting my lip jokingly, I walked past hitting his shoulder slightly, but the feeling of his grip on me pulled me back to be in front of him, I turned to look to his face but he nodded to his free hand, the one not still holding my other hand that was gently drawing circles on with his thumb, I looked to his hands and saw him holding something "whats that?" he opened his palm and revealed two cross necklaces

"one for me and this one is for you" I smiled at the gesture taking mine from his hand and putting it into my pocket, but that made me think- how bad will this place be if I need to wear a cross...

"right come on were going!" Sam called and hurriedly I grabbed my bags to now put in his Tesla, we didn't all have that much, just some extra clothes, food, drinks, and equipment for the investigations we'd be doing, everything was in and I climbed into the left side of the car, fastened my belt and took off my shoes getting comfy, Amanda got in after me and turned to me passing me a bag of something

"try one!" she offered, my hand dipped into the purple bag and pulled out a yellow boiled sweet "mango and passionfruit" my eyes widened at the tase, it was great

"holy shit" I laughed "please tell me you have another bag?"

"I have three- they're my favourite sweet in literal world" we high-fived in agreement and she sat back into her seat, the boys joined us, Sam in the front, Colby with me. As the car turned on some random song began to play which Colby let a huff out, throwing his head back in some sort of protest

"Dude put something good on" he complained "put- Christina Aguilera on" Sam flicked his head back to his best friend who just shrugged

"why her?" he asked with a confused grin

"first name that came to mind" Soon the sweet voice Christina came on and our journey began, I went into my pocket pulling out my phone, flicked onto snapchat and quickly felt my phone pulled from my hands and Colby turned the screen to him "pose bitch" he yelped, I quickly sat forward putting my hand on his shoulder and my head rested next to his, he thew up a peace sign and the picture was taken "I look so sexy"

"sure you do" I sat back feeling the gaze of him fall on me, crossing my legs and letting my head fall back "so whats up with this place? I asked this dickhead and he told me basically people hung themselves and me and Amanda might get touched by a ghosty man" the group laughed before the girl in front turned to me

"okay so the house is called Elgor Manor House, it was passed through around like six generations of the Sails family, the one of the last known member of the house walked out to find a women stood at the gates, she said she had red-ish eyes, very boney and long dark hair yelling it was on fire, and when she turned around she saw smoke and flames eating the house, she ran in to try find her children and they were found in the hall crying pointing to the attic, she supposedly ran up and found the attic door open and matches up there- her husband Charles Sails had done it" I nodded taking in all the information "Charles was known to have some mental issues... so assumed, but she said when she saw him, his eyes were black, skin very white, and his shirt was ripped open and where his heart was a huge red mark was there, like as if he'd been clawed. Cherrie, the mom then just ran out with her children but sadly- 3 out the 5 died but when she got out the women wasn't there but Cherrie believed it was a saviour as without that women she would've been able to save the children she did despite her appearance being quite devil like- thats what she told the newspaper anyways, and then she died about a year later; Charles was never seen again so he was told to be dead, and then the 2 children she escaped with both were mysteriously shot two days apart the day after their mothers death" my jaw dropped "all under 18 years old too" I couldn't believe what I herd, and Amanda just nodded

"fuck- when did that all happen?"

"1926, but thats not even the weirdest bit, Charles' great granddad, Stephan Sails was told to always let the children start fires around the land as if they got out of hand many times it resulted in some servant dying and never landed back on him, there's still a tree there thats all ashy, but anyways, the way he died was getting into the attic, and then there was a fire, and when they found his body- even though he was so badly burnt- there was a huge red mark over where his heart was" Sam added, pulling to a stop at a light "the odd thing is though, so many people died in that attic, Charles, Stephan, the other 4 and then one of those were a girl named Marlie, from what we know she was about 10 and was Stephans Grandmothers sister, and she was found hanging off the 6th rafter with a rope, wrapped 6 times on her neck, and 6 of her toys surrounding her, and one of those toys still remain in the house after the fires and over about 200 years" I sat astonished, no words able to leave my mouth

"so 6th rafters, 6 times around her neck and 6 toys around her? could this mean something maybe... took over her? because well 666 is the devils number" Amanda agreed sending me a knowing look "holy shit" I breathed

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"anyone hungry?" Sam asked looking back at everyone "there's a McDonald's over there" we all agreed to go grab something to eat, we still had a while to go till we got to the house anyways, the blonde pulled into the car park and all got out. The four of us walked in and went straight to the touch screens

"whats everyone having?" Colby asked, Sam quickly chose his food and Colby went after him, Amanda went next then me "ooh they have ice cream" he hummed in a childish tone, clapping his hands excitingly

"shall we all get one?" I asked and everyone nodded, so I added 4. I grabbed the receipt, me and Amanda stood waiting at the counter for the food while the other two went to find a table

"so how did you get to know the boys?" she asked

"oh I joined there school when I was 14, so... freshman year? because I had just moved from Y/H/T to Kansas because my mom got a job there, and I was in a few lessons with Colby but I was mostly with Sam, and they knew each other because of band that they were forced to do, then we started talking more and more until I found out we didn't live that far apart, started going to Sam's more, Colby was there a lot and then yeah, just stayed being their friends and we all moved here together but I bought a little place like 5 minuets away" she nodded, grabbing the one bag of food while I grabbed the two trays of drinks and ice cream

"to be completely honest when I first herd about you it was through Colby and I thought you guys were together from how he was saying it, he kept smiling while thinking of things to tell me and showed me photos of you, even blushed when I said you were pretty but I can see you two are just like really good friends" we laughed as I shut down the allegations, we were just best friends, every best friend sometimes have little flirty games together right?. We found the guys sat in a window seat laughing over something and me and Amanda sat across from them

"Whats funny?" I asked passing out the drinks

"just watching you two gossip like girls at school" Sam giggled red faced, him and Colby began impersonating us with high pitch squeals, I looked to the girl next to me and we just sighed ignoring them.

We all finished and got back into the car, I flicked my shoes off again and placed my legs over Colby who gave a stare to which I just smiled, placing my hoodie behind my head and laying back "really?"

"mhm" I yawned closing my eyes "feel free to give me a massage" he pretend heaved, but still placed his arms over my legs leaning back himself, the feeling of his rings felt cold against my skin, even through my jeans as he softly rubbed my legs. Slowly my body began to feel lighter, and the chatter and music became quieter.

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"Y/n.... Y/n/n" my eyes fluttered opened to the smiling face of Colby "we're here" he sung pulling me up, I turned to look out the window and saw the sign, a concrete block engraved with 'Elgor Manor' and soon the house came into sight. Sam parked the car and we all got out, a chill ran down my spine despite the warmth of the day. The exterior of the house seemed to loom over us, casting an eerie shadow across the grounds. The structure, though grand, appeared worn and weathered, as if the weight of centuries pressed upon its dark, aged wooden frame.

Massive, gnarled trees surrounded the property, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, seemingly trying to grasp onto the last remnants of life. The overgrown bushes and tangled ivy obscured much of the house, adding to its air of neglect and foreboding. The windows, adorned with tattered, moth-eaten curtains. Despite the expanse of land stretching out around the manor, it felt suffocatingly claustrophobic, The overall appearance was not shabby but uncannily surreal, as if the passage of time had twisted the reality of the place. It was as though I had stepped into a realm where the laws of nature and perception bent in unsettling ways.

"woah" I sighed "this is....creepy but beautiful" I spoke looking back to the group, they nodded staring back to the home, soon the noise off tires scraping along the rubble drive appeared behind us, we all turned and were greeted with two people, one walked up, a grin put across his thin lips covered by a white beard, his matching long hair tied into a pony tail, the next to come out was a women, black hair, freckles, and bright red lipstick painted on her lips, with a pearly white beaming smile.

"Hey there!" the man greeted shaking all our hands "I'm Jack, this is my wife Mary and welcome to Elgor Manor" his wife came over shaking our hands again then finding a spot next to her husband "so Elgor Manor, is a very very old house, built around 1798 from what we know, past through many generations of the Sails family but nobody has lived here since 1940's, We found out in about 2020, our friend, Timothy, is actually a distant relative of this family, he was Charles Sails fourth great-grandchild and his great-aunt was the last to own the house-which is now a great new fact we can tell you all" he laughed

"yeah we've herd so much about this place its crazy the history behind it." Colby spoke to the two "We herd about Charles and Stephan"

"Oh oh- they're just the start of it all, its when you hear Marlie's story and her mother Carol-Anne" we all went quiet "you haven't herd about her have you?" we all shook our head no "you'll learn" I gulped, a cold feeling running through me "what're all your names by the way?" Mary asked

"Y/n"

"Colby"

"Amanda"

"Sam" she smiled nodding

"so Y/n, Amanda- you being girls need to be careful tonight, if you go into the back dining room or sometimes in one of the bedrooms there's a man there, his name is Christopher Sails- he was very well known around here for being quiet the player, a playboy you may say in the late 1800" Me and Amanda shared a look, one of slight fear "he's known for touching girls back, leaving marks, and sometimes you may feel your cheeks get warm but then in the middle cold- thats him giving you a kiss... but he is... nice... just be- careful" she sounded slight unsure, I gave a look to Sam who sent me a small unsettled thin lip smile

"well we will get to the tour -we are going to quickly unlock the doors but anyways after that we can take you round!" Jack smiled walking away with his wife, Sam and Amanda went back to the car to grab different bags and I turned back to Colby

"I am terrified" he laughed wrapping an arm around me, giving me a slight squeeze "if I get fucked by a ghost or some shit I'm going home"

"eh don't worry- a ghost wont fuck you" I looked up to the man who smiled back

"who will then?" I hummed walking away from him feeling his eyes follow my moves

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It was time to go into the house, Colby and Amanda went in first and me and Sam followed behind, we walked into the hall and it was grand, gold accents everywhere, two huge mirrors, little objects protected by glass coverings "this part has been restored to how it would've been in 1910's, as you can see lots of gold and dark oak, this rug you see here has been here since 1890 and has been seen to move or make noise like its being slapped against the floor which is what the maids would've done" The couple went into another room, one with green-washed walls, plaster pulling from the walls, two sofas, wooden details decorating the outline, and a TV, we were told about the objects that have been told to move, especially one called Jessies Glass, it was a piece of glass with some spikes coming out

"so this is Jessies glass, so you see all the spikes- this was used agaisnst misbehaving children and staff, either they would stand on It or it was pushed into their backs" Mary commented making all of us do a collective groan "we've had experiences of people hearing screams by children and mostly maids as the heads of the house would usually punish those who didn't do their job right"

We carried on the tour around the house till we reached the last door on the third floor, it was shut, locked and had a sign reading 'Do not enter' I didn't even have a handle "so this is the staircase upto the attic. Obviously where Charles, Stephan, Marlie and others died" we nodded looking back to the ominous door "just- don't go up" we all nodded again and followed the guides down the stairs back to the last room

"think they'll know if we go up?" I hushed Colby who had a playful smirk twitching the sides of his lips "I know we all thought it" he whispered as we walked

We all walked into the dining room and stood around the grand oak table "so see that rocking chair in the corner, thats Christopher's, he's not here right now but That'll start rocking when he's in. He usually -in the day visits the yard, sits in the swinging sofa" all our eyes cast a gaze outside to the yard "mh doesn't seem to be out there either- odd" Mary spoke "well, thats everything, please call if you need anything, keys on the table so yes, just be careful, and respectful"

"thank you" Amanda spoke, the couple said a quick goodbye before leaving us in the house, we went back to our car pulling out all our things: EMF reader, music box, tap torches, spirt box and cat balls, then our things "Y/n wanna stay in one of the rooms up stairs or down here?"

"I think we need to sleep upstairs"

She agreed and the two of us ended up running up two the second floor "which room, Yellow or blue do you think?"

"oh defiantly blue!" as I spoke I herd a dismissive noise from below "what was that?"

"we want the blue room!" Sam yelled coming up the stairs "it's literally the most active, you herd what Jack said- we want it"

"we've already dibbed it" I sassed looking to the blonde

"fuck you" he pouted walking back down the staircase "Colby they're having the blue room"

"NU UH!" the other groaned as a smile crept on mine and Amanda's faces as we placed our things on the bed

"tonight it going to be amazing, do you see anything yet?" I spoke out of interest as I pulled on my hoodie

"no not yet, not even had any feelings either- might just have to wait a bit" I hummed listening to her explanation "why don't we go into the garden, see if Christopher is out there?" quickly we made our way down the stairs and into the kitchen to get to the garden, we stepped out and the warm air hit us, my eyes looked to the swinging seat, it was still.

"maybe we should try sitting there" I spoke making my own way to the cushioned seat, I sat back looking round while Amanda came over, I swayed gently on the swinging bench, my gaze wanders across the garden, taking in the peculiar blend of beauty and eerie ambiance that surrounds me. The garden appears deceptively tranquil at first glance, with an abundance of vibrant flowers in full bloom. Lush, colourful petals dance in the gentle breeze, painting a picturesque scene that should be serene.

The fragrance of the flowers hangs thick in the air, a delightful mixture of sweet scents that should evoke joy, yet there's an underlying sense of foreboding. It's as if the very essence of the garden is intertwined with an unspoken mystery, a silent narrative woven between the petals and leaves. Then I see a pond, the pond, nestled amidst the blossoms, reflects the azure sky above, mirroring the beauty of the day. Yet, despite the shimmering water's surface, there's a certain depth that seems to hold secrets, as if it conceals more than just fish and lily pads beneath.

"its really nice for a place thats meant to be extremely haunted" the girl spoke next to me "maybe... maybe it wont be bad" I hummed relaxing more into the seat

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The time ticked away, 2pm, 5pm and then the time finally hit 9pm "nothings even happened" Sam groaned "we've been around the whole house with all the equipment and nothing this is so stupid" The four of us had sat In the living room, Amanda in the arm chair, Sam, and Colby on the two seater and I sat on the floor flicking through channels on the TV "I mean even you haven't seen anything" he argued, I finally settled on some random sitcom and sat back leaning against Colby's leg for support

"it might just take some time" the brunette behind spoke

"fuck it taking time- we've been here since fucking 1:30 and nothing, I'm calling bullshit" Sam got up from his place and stormed into the kitchen grabbing a water bottle and basically gulping the whole thing muttering some words, I looked back to Colby who gave me a smirk then looked back to the TV

"well I'm gonna go change" Amanda said standing "come?" she gave her hand to me, pulling me up to meet her height, still in hand we began to go up the stairs, running like children to our room "Sam is so pissed off"

"I know, I've never seen him like this" I laughed pulling off my jumper "like he's never this angr-" I was cut my a creaking sound, then a thump "fuck was that?"

"probably the guys?" she spoke walking to the door "Sam?! Colby?!" she called, no response, then another bang- above us

"that was upstairs..." quickly I pulled my hoody back over me and walked out the room up the small crooked staircase, I looked down the hall, Amanda stood close behind me "nothings moved-"

"Y/n- there's a little girl, ran into the door down there" the blondes voice was small "red hair, blue bows, light blue dress" I looked to where she was gesturing to

"that...no- that fucking door is open" my heart sank "we need to grab the guys" the two of us hurried down the first flight of stairs then the second "the doors open!"

"what door?" Colby asked sitting up

"the door with no shitting handle and the don't enter sign" we all shared a look before they quickly came up past us running to the door, I quickly grabbed the Rempod and followed, switching it on so It was ready when we got to the door. I crept up the steps and was met with the back of Colby, I let my arm creep around his waist

"FU-fucking hell Y/n" he breathed turning to look at me, I gave him a quick sorry smile before squeezing past with the Rempod, I walked past the other two and went face to face with the door "be careful" he warned

"If there is anyone here... please touch this antenna" I spoke stopping the conversation between the two blondes , I took a few steps back looking at the machine intensely "we're not here to cause any stress, harm, anything negative- just want to talk" I spoke again. the box began to beep, red light flashing, I took a glance back to the group who's faces lightened "who are we talking to, erm can you touch once for a child, twice for adult" and there again it beeped once

"she's back- behind the door" I looked up facing the door, slowly I went to my knees, holding a warm smile on my face

"hi" I whispered and the box buzzed again "are you Marlie?" everyone went quiet "Marlie Sails?" the Rempod beeped again, I tried to not seem terrified and kept my stance, hands shaking by my sides

"She's gone... I'm guessing up the stairs" I stood going to take a step through the door

"wait" a hand gripped my forearm, I felt all the cold rings press against my skin, the same familiar feeling from earlier in the car "be careful- have you got your cross?" I nodded going into my pocket and pulling out, Colby took the necklace from my grip and gently moved my hair to the side, lifting the dainty metal over my head and clipped it around my neck "okay" I looked back seeing a tent pushed into his cheek, eyes low looking to me, sending me an unspoken message, Slowly, I pulled the door open more listening as it creaked, revealing deformed, water-damaged steps that ascended steeply to the attic. Each step groaned and protested beneath my weight, as if the old wooden structure itself was begging me to turn back.

With each step, the protest of the wood grew louder, a cacophony of distress that reverberated through the dimly lit corridor. The air felt heavy and suffocating, as if the very walls were watching, waiting for my next move.

Reaching the top, a chill slithered down my spine, instantly sending shivers across my skin. The attic lay engulfed in darkness, besides the faint glimmer of moonlight that seeped through a small window, casting elongated shadows that danced along the floor.

I squinted into the darkness, my eyes adjusting slowly. Shapes emerged, barely visible in the dim light, and among them, the faint outlines of rafters became visible. Counting softly, my voice barely audible in the oppressive silence, "One, two, three, four, five... six." My gaze fixed on the sixth rafter to my right, the very beam from which Marlie's life had been stolen. As I extended my hand to touch the wood, a shiver of uncertainty coursed through me. "You were so young," my voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper. "Why?" The words hung in the air, swallowed by the quietness of the attic.

A sudden change in the atmosphere sent a wave of warmth around me, a stark contrast to the chilling aura just moments before. My hair prickled on the back of my neck, standing as if trying to flee the unseen force that enveloped me. "Is... is that you, Marlie?" I stammered, my voice faltering as the air grew thicker, charged with an otherworldly energy.

"Y/n? everything okay?" Amanda called, I turned my head to look down the staircase where her voice was coming from

"can you come up?" I asked and herd the quiet steps coming up the stairs and then the face of the blonde girl appeared, her smile quickly dropped "what?"

"the little girl is down there- by the window" I turned my head looking to the window, it seemed blurred unlike before "she's looking directly at you"

"H-hi Marlie" I spoke "how are you?" I felt my stomach flip, my head going misty "does she look- happy?" I asked and Amanda looked back her eyes flicking around the girl

"she seems- okay? not happy but not anything else, almost emotionless, I...oh" my head went back to Amanda who seemed worried herself "she's gone"

I felt a cold chill run through my body as if something walked through me "shit" I spoke feeling my body quiver "shall we go back down?" I asked seeing Amanda's shadow nod, we began back down the staircase, we left the last step and looked to the two boys who stood silent looking to us "she was up there"

"I've never seen something like that- so....so clear" Amanda breathed scratching her head

"Marlie?" Sam asked and we nodded "woah- maybe we should take the spirtbox up, or at least stand here and do it, maybe she could speak?" we all agreed, Sam hurried down the stairs to the first room grabbing the things

"I need a drink before we do this" Amanda spoke looking to us "you guys want one?"

"please" I spoke looking back to the door, the girls footsteps wondered away leaving me and Colby again "this is crazy"

"Are you alright?" His words were barely audible, whispered with a gentle concern that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. His arm extended slowly, encircling my waist and drawing me closer. I hummed softly, shifting my gaze toward him "you had me worried going up there" and a wave of reassurance washed over me as I met his eyes. There, I found a small but warm grin gracing his lips, instantly soothing my unease and bringing a sense of safety and care. Our eyes met, his piercing blue ones looking into my Y/C/E, Our breaths seemed to halt as we watched each other, our faces inching closer and closer, my heart stopped, falling but in the best way possible "can I-"

"Y/n grabbed you a water" hurriedly we pulled away, turning to see Amanda holding three waters, and Sam not far behind "have you felt anything since?" she asked handing my the bottle, I couldn't tell her the hot feeling that ran through my body was because I was close to kissing my best friend of 13 years

"er- no, nothing" I answered quietly pulling away from the man next to me to grab the bottle

"mh strange" she spoke

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The four of us now sat in a small circle as the clock struck 3:30am, little tea lights surrounding us, the spirit box in the middle "anyone wanna do the Estes method?" Sam asked

"can I try?" I wondered seeing everyones eyes flick to mine

"are you sure?" Colby said, I nodded picking up the blind fold and bringing it to my eyes, I held it behind me and faced my back to the brunette boy, he took the silky material out my hand, slowly he tied the knot and it tightened to my head "okay here are the headphones" he put the pair in my hands and I put them on, the static noises filling my ears almost defining me, I kept listening waiting for some words

"up..........tight..........sick..........momma..........help me..........waiting..........Rosa..........Dining room..........blue..........you..........Samual..........ten..........no care..........duck..........help..........kill..........he did..........made me..........devil man..........father..........fire" My breath began to pick up, chest heaving up and down, my body rocking trying to catch breath, 'he made us die' voices breathed into my ear I ripped the headphones from my head, pulled the material from my eyes "fuck that" I shuffled back from my place clutching the sofa behind me

"what what happened?" Sam looked to me with slight panic in his eyes

"something- something whispered 'he made us die' in only the left ear- and it was like multiple voices said it" I cried, eyes filling with tears "like a little girl and loads of others too but I could hear her the most"

"we do think it was Marlie we were talking to a lot" Amanda said gently, my lip kept quivering, I couldn't stop it was all to real "I saw her twice, peaking around the door" I smiled weakly

"need a break?" Colby spoke, I nodded I really needed some air, I got up walking to the front door and stepping out onto the porch, I let myself hang over the railing catching my breath while wiping away the tears that kept falling down my cheeks, I looked out into the pitch black landscape "drink?" I freaked turning to see the tatted man holding my water bottle

"thanks" I breathed taking a sip "that was terrifying" the warm feeling of his hand cupped my back, standing closely behind me, comforting me after the fright. I sucked another breath and leaned into him resting my head on his shoulder

"every question we asked got answered you know- but at one point you started rocking and...eh doesn't matter" I looked up to him, questioning him with my eyes "I was gonna grab you but didn't wanna ruin the experiment... yeah the experiment " he answered avoiding my gaze

"mh, maybe you should next time" I followed looking back to the darkness

"only if you let me" he whispered into the shell of my ear making my body go from freezing to burning

"maybe I will" I teased, I turned to meet his gaze, a smile teasing the corners of my lips. "So, what were you going to ask me earlier, upstairs?" I inquired, leaning in slightly, feeling a rush of excitement as Colby's head fell closer to mine, our breaths meeting in the air between us. Our lips were tantalisingly close, the anticipation crackling like electricity, a teasing tension building with each passing moment.

"you really wanna know?" I hummed, nodding my head gently "I was wondering if maybe I could-" before he finished his sentence another person walked out

"oh should I" Sam coughed, we tore apart going away from the sides of each other "erm me and Amanda are gonna go to bed its like 4 am so" I pulled my jumper straight and gave the blonde boy a quick smile

"yeah I'll go up- night guys" I said quickening my pace back into the house and up to mine and Amanda's room "hey" I called walking in

"hi- feeling better?" she asked settling into the sheets

"much" I grinned going to the bed and pulling my side open "first day meeting and already in bed together" I joked hearing a laugh come from the girl "anyways goodnight" I smiled one last time before I turned my lamp off and closed my eyes

"night"

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"Y/n....Y/n" I heard a whisper shout in my ear "wake up.... Y/n please" my eyes flickered open "someones in here" her voice was small

"what..who?" I asked sitting up, the room was pitch black, I grabbed my phone turning on the flashlight "one of the guys?"

"no...well its a man, he's In the corner watching" I turned my head to the corner of the room, shining my light there and there it was again a hazy mist "Y/n I see things like this but he seems different- I cant get anything from him, he seems.. I don't even know"

"shall we leave?" I asked pushing the covers off my body

"yeah- erm let me just grab my paper quickly" rapidly I left the bed, grabbing my jumper I seemed to have taken off and waited for Amanda to come to me, she followed me as we left the room and went next door, I pushed opened the door to reveal the two sleeping boys tucked untidily in the sheets "should we wake them up?"

"yeah- Sam, Colby" I called seeing neither of them shift, I went over to the bed shaking Sam by his shoulder and his eyes opened

"what the fuck Y/n- what?" his whispered, voice full of sleep "its like- 6 in the morning" the covers on the other side shifted and a murmur came from the boys mouth

"Amanda saw a man in our room" I spoke being quieter, I turned back to see the girl sat In the small desk chair looking to her notepad

"what do you mean? a real man?" Colby spoke up, the covers fell from him showing his toned body

"no- it was an older guy, green robe, little hair, and like I kept getting the words like 'ladies' 'kiss' and 'beauty'" Amanda told with a breath

"sounds like that Christopher guy" I shook my head feeling my cheek go hot then cold in the middle "Y/n whats wrong"

"I think you're right" I answered "he kissed me, like I felt what Mary or whatever told us" I sat myself on the bed setting back onto the frame "my cheek felt hot then ice cold In the middle"

"why has he followed you guys into here though? he must really like you" as soon as Sam finished a huge bang rattled the house "fuck was that" he called

"did you follow the girls in here Christopher?" Colby asked "Knock once for no, knock twice for yes" we all went quiet listening to the two thumps that filled the room

"you have no right to touch us- don't ever do that again" Amanda warned, her tone slick with anger "its wrong to follow girls like that- or anyone for that matter. Never do that again you hear me Christopher" the sound of footsteps rattled through and soon faded down the stairs, he left thankfully

"fucking hate this so much" I muttered looking to my phone, I unlocked it I switched onto snapchat, soon the dark outline of Sam Colby appeared on my screen "smile" I voiced, trying to take my mind from everything thats happened seeing the two sleepily posed and I pressed the button snapping a picture, it loaded back onto my screen and I went to look "no- fucking - way!"

"what?!" the three asked scrambling over to see, I pointed to in-between the two "is that a face?" Sam yelled, hands gripping to his hair, and there it was two eyes, nose and mouth "who is that?"

"let me see" Amanda said taking my phone "it looks like...Carol-Anne? like the painting in the living room, thats gotta be her"

"we never learnt anything about her" I spoke "is that you, Carol-Anne?" I felt a nudge next to me "oh" I called looking over my shoulder "is that a yes?" I felt the push again "Okay- erm why don't we get the spirt box out again" I said

"yeah but no Estes this time" Sam answered going into his bag and pulling at the box switching it on, the static taking me back to only a few hours earlier

"what happened to you?" I asked

"daddy" we all looked to each other

"your dad did something?"

"push"

"he pushed you? where did he push you?" Amanda asked grabbing her note book again writing something dow

"woods"

"pushed you into the woods?"

"dark...cold"

"where in the woods did it happen?" I questioned

"grave"

"holy shit was she buried alive?" I turned to Colby who's jaw was open

"yes"

"OH MY GOD" we all called horrified by the response

"why?"

"Naughty baby" it answered

"naughty baby? maybe she was looking after the baby and it did something?"

"moved"

"did you hurt it by accident?"

"poorly head" my eyes widened "speak no more" it finished and the static got louder and louder

"fucking hell" I sighed "well thank you" Sam reached over turning off he box

"well I'm not sleeping anymore" we all laughed "and why dod everything touch me!" I called flopping down into the bed

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the time ticked by until it reached 9am, we all decided to get ready for the day and wait down stairs until Jack and Mary returned, Me and Sam sat slouched in the living room looking around at the different history in the room "did we ever check if that other door closed? the one in the attic?" I asked looking up the the blonde

"me and Col checked- its closed and I couldn't even pull it back open.. do we tell the owners it opened?"

"maybe but just don't say me and Amanda went up" I told sitting back up "speaking of I think they're here" together we got up, watched as their range drover pulled onto the gravel drive

"Hi guys" Jack called walking into the house with Mary in hand, we all greeted the pair again before they led us to sit in the dining room. I pulled a chair between Amanda and Colby, across from the couple

"So what happened?" Mary spoke crossing her hands

"well nothing happened till about 9pm, erm me and Manda went to change or something up stairs and then we herd a massive noise from the third floor... we went up to see and you know the do not enter door?"

"did- did it open?" Jack asked with a worried tone

"mhm and we promise we did nothing to it, we hadn't touched it or anything, we put the Rempod there and it beeped, and I saw a little girl, red hair, blue bows..."

"Marlie- she doesn't come round much" Mary smiled "did she speak to you? she's often very shy" we all nodded telling her what we knew "was there anyone else?"

"we had Marlie, Christopher and Carol-Anne" Colby answered "can you tell us what actually happened with her before we tell you what she said?"

"sure, so she was the mother of Marlie, Kelsie-Rose, Robert and a toddler we believe the name was Marcus or Marc, one day while looking after the children she was struggling and Marcus kept misbehaving and while in her arms and she dropped him and he passed out but her father caught it happen, bare in mind she was 20 with 4 children, and her father was so angry he made the servants of the house dig a grave in the woods and she was buried alive because of it on January 9th, but the wood was chopped away for the garden and her grave is actually in the pond" my heart skipped- I knew there was something wrong with that pond

"thats what she told us" I said, my voice barely above a whisper

"its a horrible story- poor girl" Mary told looking down "when did she tell you?"

"this morning, around 6ish"

"thats when it happened, 6am she was buried, we found it in a diary that was brought up from the old basement- obviously that basement is gone now though" the group as a whole let out a breath, one of pure shock

"fuck" Sam groaned

Soon it was time to go, we all went up grabbing our stuff saying our good byes to the house, Jack and Mary too, we all went out to Sam's car, putting all our things into the back. I opened my door getting into my back seat and looked to the floor, the same sweets from the day before, I picked up the pack tipping a few into my lap.

"guys were going to do no stops so if you need a piss then fuck it" Sam called staring his car

Soon everyone was settled in and the trip began again, Colby looked over to me sending a quick smile my way as I toyed with the sweet pack in my lap , I handed him a sweet and he happily opened it putting it into his mouth

"good?" he nodded letting his head fall back leaning onto the window "I'm so tired" I jawed, Colby looked over to me again, patting his lap "you sure?" he nodded not sharing any words but turning himself to be comfier for me, I leant down letting my head rest on Colby's thigh "goodnight" I joked, I closed my eyes feeling a soothing warmth come over me, subtly I felt Colbys hand stroke down my arm, stopping near my wrist and his other going to my scalp drawing small circles around my head, slowly I felt myself become lighter and soon I was fast asleep

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"look at them" someone spoke "they're gonna laugh at this when they're awake" someone else said, my eyes flittered open to the two smiling, staring faces of the two blondes "hello" Sam cooed

"mor-morning" I hummed stretching slightly, my hand hit something and I looked up to see the other sleeping face of Colby above me, I couldn't stop the shy smile from appearing on my face "Col" I called shaking him slightly

"no babe I'm tired" he muttered turning away, my heart stopped 'babe'? he was asleep, he didn't know he said it.. but everyone else herd

"he's gonna regret saying that" Sam sinisterly grinned with a wicked laugh

finally we all got out, Colby sleepily shuffled inside the house, scratching his hair out his face "that went fast" he huffed falling onto the sofa

"indeed it did babe" Sam giggled looking to me and back to Colby

"what?" he spoke looking to us

"nothing- anyways I've gotta take Amanda to the airport" I looked to the blonde girl who pouted coming over to me, I wrapped my arms around her

"thanks for the last day it was so cool, and it was great meeting you, we'll, have to hang out again" I grinned coming away

"absolutely! I loved this so much, see you soon Colby" the boy stood hugging her too and we both waved goodbye as Sam and her pulled away, we both walked back into the living room flopping into the couch with a sigh

"gonna come to the next haunted place?" he spoke looking over to me

"hm maybe- just don't wanna be kissed by a random ghosty man again though" I giggled facing Colby again, I hadn't noticed how close we were, our shoulders grazing against each others, faces inches away

"maybe you could get kissed by someone else?" he questioned, eyes falling to my lips then back up to me "...can I tell you what I tried to tell you this morning?" I nodded, no words able to leave my mouth "I was wondering if maybe I could...if I could kiss you?" I looked to the boy, paralysed by his words

"yes please" I answered, it came out my breathy then I imagined but the smile that crept onto the boys face made me realise it wasn't a bad thing. Gently Colby's hand slithered up to my jaw, cupping my face pulling me in lightly

His breath hitched, a low, deep moan escaping as our lips melded. It was a soft collision, yet every touch carried an electric charge, as though our mouths were destined to be together. Each motion felt instinctual, a choreographed dance of desire. Sensing Colby's longing, his tongue traced a path along my lips, a silent plea for entry that I welcomed eagerly. The kiss intensified, a symphony of heat and passion, a growing ache in my stomach got so much needier.

My actions became thoughtless, almost instinctive as I straddled him, our connection unbroken. ''God, you're incredible'' he murmured, his hands finding their place on my waist, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper that sent shivers down my spine. The air crackled with an intoxicating blend of desire and appreciation, his lips moved from my lips to my jaw and then my neck

"Mhmm Co-Colby" I whined as he reached the sweet spot, hearing my sigh he kept going, sucking deeper and harder "agh fuck" my hands gripped his shoulders, scrunching into his shirt, my back arching making me come away from his lips

"if you keep acting like this we might need to go somewhere else" I smiled looking down to the boy "my room?" he spoke and I just nodded jumping from his lap watching him intently as he stood grabbing me again, lifting me to meet his lips, I curled my arms around his neck pulling him as close as I could.

We began climbing the stairs, Colby's hands keeping me steady around his waist until we reached the top, he set me down softly and my hands went quickly down to his waist, fingers curling around his his shirt lifting it above his head and threw it to the floor, his actioned mirrored mine, my shirt quickly being on top if his crumpled on the floor, his hands quickly found the underneath of my thighs again and lifted me up carrying to his room.

"you're so beautiful" he whispered, as he set me on his bed, my fingers went to my jeans, pushing the button out the hole and soon down my legs and onto the floor, as soon as they were off Colby crawled above me, eyes eating every inch of me "look at you" he cooed, hand drawing up the side of me until it met my bra

"take it off?" I teased, a playful glint sparkling in my eyes as I curved a seductive smile on my lips. A subtle nod from him and I propped myself up, stealing a swift kiss before turning around. I could feel the warmth of his gentle fingers as they skillfully unhooked my bra, his lips tracing a tantalizing path against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine. I turned to meet his gaze again, a coy expression playing on my face, silently inviting him to continue

"holy shit" He gazed in awe, his eyes tracing down my body as his head dipped closer. With a delicate motion, his lips caressed my breast, the tantalizing touch of his tongue flicking along my nipple sent shivers cascading down my spine, igniting a thrilling sensation that lingered

"fuck fuck fuck" I sang as he sucked harder his hand massaging the other "Colby- please fuck I need you" I cried, hand wrapping into his hair pulling him up "please" I begged, I pulled his hand from my waist to my heat letting him feel my need, his pricing eyes glared into mine with the most lustful grin play along his lips

"shit" he smirked, quickly he stood pulling down his cargos revealing the tent that had formed in his boxers that were tightly pulled on his skin, he sat back onto the bed and I couldn't help but crawl onto him again, my heat meeting his bulge, my lips went to his jaw, sucking as sweet mumbles fell from his lips. Unintentionally I let my hips grind against his, I couldn't help but create some sort of friction "fuck doll" his head lulled back, his body hitting the mattress moments after, my hand lay against his abs keeping me up while I pushed harder onto his tent

"Colby?" I asked seeing him look to him again "I really need you" my voice was shaky, needy. My finger traced a path from his v-line to his boxer strap, toying with the underneath begging for entrance

"fuck- need to be in you" he spoke, as he sat on his elbows, I grinned taking that as a yes to pull off the restraint from his cock "ughh" he quivered as it sprung to his stomach

"fuck me" I breathed, it seemed to light a fire in the boy, I felt our position switch, Colby towered above me, his arms reached above my head

"let me take care of you Y/n" he asked, peppering my face with small kisses, I nodded feeling his fingers go to my hips pulling my panties from my skin, the cold air hitting my burning core.

his fingers sweep my entrance "unnngh" I sighed eyes clamping closed, I reopened my eyes to watch the boy stick his slick fingers into his mouth, sucking off the reminiscences of me off

"you're so sweet baby girl-just like those fucking sweets" Colby looked to me, and without any words shared my mouth opened, and his two digits entered my mouth "mm"

It was enough teasing, we knew we couldn't keep teasing each other, it was torturous, his hand grabbed his cock slipping it gently between my folds "Col-Colby please" before I could even finish my pleas his tip pushed in me "aghhh" I called, my finger tips dug into the sheets, slowly he pushed deeper, incoherent noises fell from my lips, he stopped, our bodies meeting as he bottomed out

"shi-shi-shit Y/n... fuck" slowly the brunette pulled back achingly slow, feeling every inch of my inside before plowing back in, moans, groans, yelps of pleasure started to seep from us as he found a fast pace, the sound of sex filling the room, Colbys hands gently groping the skin

"Colby- Colby" I chanted, I grabbed one of his hands leading it to my neck, delicately his hand held me, not restricting my breathing but enough to make me want more of him, I traced sharp lines against his skin until my grasp fixed to his hair, every time his tip brushed my core my body shivered and pulled a tuft of his brown locks

"thats it Y/n- Take it take it take it!" Colby growled, his cock disappearing into my body "shit-" he swallowed

"Deeper Col- Fuck- Dee-deeper" I cried as I curled my hands around his head. Colby's eyes snapped to mine, those god damn blue eyes- the ones I stared at for years but never got to see them like this before, half shut but open enough to see his pupils growing larger with every hit

"say my name-" he moaned, I took one last gasp of air before the name 'Colby' flowed from my mouth sending rhythmic shivers down his back "ugh- Y/n I need you to keep doing that for me" for the first time since we began the pace slowed, his cock barely coming out of me "Fuck Y/n/n I'm so close" he whimpered sending a chill through my burning body "are you?" I nodded, no words escaping my mouth, our eyes locked, his eyes seeming to be darker and more lust filled than before, his hands moved from being around my neck to caging around my face "I cant hold it any longer babe" he moaned, his hips stuttered each time hitting my g-spot

"Co-Colby I'm going to- fuck- I'm gonna cum" I purred, hands scratching into his skin making him hiss in pleasure, soon we both groaned, his head falling into the crook of my neck

"ffffuuucckk" he cried as he pumped his load into me, I rolled my hips against him gently, riding out my high before I felt myself come down to the soothing feeling of lips against my face

"fuck you were so good sweetheart" Colby breathed, looking at my face checking I was okay

"I... I cant even speak" I smiled, hands holding onto his face, tracing his features

"fucked you that good?" he smirked jokily, slowly he pulled out, his hand rubbing over my stomach

"shut up" I grinned. The two of us lay there quietly for a moment, his arms coming around keeping me embraced to his side.

"you wont believe how long I've waned to do this with you" he soothed, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lip

"I always thought it was just me" I spoke

"wanna go grab a drink?" I nodded standing going to grab my panties off the floor "need a shirt?"

"yeah I think someone through mine onto the floor"

"Oh who was that?" I shook my head taking the t-shirt the boy handed me, I slipped it over my body taking in the cent of him, I went to take a step by my body felt shaky "you okay?" he laughed, hands gripping my arms

"mhm- just need a second" I giggled standing myself back up, soon we made it down stairs walking to go in the kitchen, my view was full with a blonde giving the most evil look, but not evil in a bad way, the way were straight away I knew the both of us were in for it

"so?" he spoke cocking his eyebrow up

"when did you get back?" Colby asked, pulling the fridge open and getting two bottles of something out

"about 10 minuets" I sighed, closing my eyes trying to ignore the blush from burning a hole in my face

"I called it years ago" Sam grinned coming from his place and hitting the back of the other boy before walking away

"aha don't go all shy Y/n- it's fine" the hands of Colby wrapped around my waist pulling me into a hug "you know he's only playing- but he isn't wrong, he called that we'd be together one day"

"Together?" I asked looking up to meet the eyes of the boy

"well- that was my next question" he sighed, lips pressing against mine "what do you think?"

"mh- I think its a good idea" my arms wound around his neck, pulling him to kiss my lips again "what do you think?"

"I think calling you mine sounds perfect"

[bartyism]

31st of october. sirius black.

the potter’s house is left in shambles, much like your heart when the love of your life is whisked away from you for a crime that, only you know, he would never commit.

reposted from my old account.

warnings: death, brief mention of a miscarriage at the end

your feet hit the ground as you apparated to godric’s hollow. you were unsteady, fearing that what your fiancé, sirius, had believed would be true. you couldn’t even bear the thought of waiting on sirius’ bike to see if the news was true and that is why you chose the quicker way of transport.

there were muggles everywhere in front of you and you were quick to push through them. “oh no,” you choked out upon seeing the destruction that the house had been put through. completely ignoring everything, you ran into the house but quickly regretted it. there lay james potter, a boy who you had grown up with, a boy who you knew to be a friend.

your sobs shook your whole body. there was no life behind his eyes and he was cold to the touch. dragging yourself up the stairs, you didn’t think it’d be possible to cry more than you already were until you saw your best friend in the entire universe dead as well. lily evans, newly lily potter. the girl who loved everyone with everything in her. the girl who had just become a mother. she was so young.

beside her sat a crying baby. you felt your lungs be refilled with much-needed air. harry is alive, rang through your head a million times over. you quickly grabbed the boy and turned him away from his lifeless mother. even though he will never remember this, it was cruel to leave him with the site right in front of him.

you walked down the steps and tried your best to keep your eyes off of the empty shell that was james potter; the empty shell that used to be so full of life. outside the door stood hagrid and you felt like you could fall into his arms.

“let me see him,” hagrid said. you handed him over reluctantly and as you did so, sirius appeared. he ran to you and hagrid before stopping to look at the baby. sirius reached for him but hagrid moved harry out of sirius’ grasp. his eyes widened and you could see his emotions flicker from heartbreak to anger.

“i must take him to his relatives. dumbledore’s orders,” hagrid muttered. you exchanged looks with sirius.

“hagrid, james doesn’t have any family left and you can’t possibly be sending him to lily’s rancid family,” you pleaded. hagrid looked down sadly at the baby.

“you’re not taking him,” sirius said, once again reaching for harry. hagrid moved him out of reach again and started walking away.

“dumbledore’s ord-,” he was cut off by sirius abruptly yelling.

“i don’t give a damn what dumbledore ordered. that’s my godson!” hagrid kept walking and ignored the pleas. you continued to sob as you watched the last part of two of your best friends slip between your fingers. sirius kept up with hagrid and you could hear him trying to bargain with the large man but it was no use.

you dropped to the ground; your eyesight was clouded with tears and you felt the most hopeless you ever had. every single one of your friends were dead,  your fiancé, remus, and peter being the only exceptions. but, one of the three was a traitor. you were always with sirius and knew it couldn’t have been him. your mind was jumbled as you thought about the possibility of it being remus or peter.

you looked up in time to see hagrid flying away on your fiancé’s bike. “you let him take harry?” you yelled out. sirius whipped around to look at you.

he ignored your question as he walked towards you and dropped to his knees. “i love you. i have something i need to do. do not leave the house.”

he held his tears back and his voice was uneasy. for once, you could not tell which emotion, anger or sadness, was getting the best of him. you wanted to hug him, but he kissed your head and just like that, he was gone. still gasping for air, you watched him leave.

something bad was going to happen, again.

you apparated back to the house you shared with sirius and sat down where you landed. you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up. you leaned against the wall and you must’ve sat there for hours. memories of lily and james played through your head. today was only the third time you’d seen harry as they were whisked away to protection almost as soon as he was born.

you nearly screamed when the front door was busted open. three men walked through the door, immediately moving to a defensive stance. “y/n y/l/n, come with us. we have questions to ask you about sirius back.”

“what happened,” you asked as two of them grabbed your arms and pulled you up.

“he’s been charged with the murder of twelve muggles and peter pettigrew, giving out the information of the potter’s hiding place, and working for lord voldemort.”

“are you insane? he didn’t do any of that! i’ve been with him everyday for the past two weeks, he wouldn’t have had time to go behind our backs without me noticing,” you pleaded.

“so you admit to being with black this entire time and as he did not have a trial because of sufficient proof, you have aided him this entire time?”

you were flabbergasted. how could they assume such a thing? you were drug out of the house and the next day, you found yourself on trial in the ministry. dumbledore and remus were both there, in fact, many surviving members of the order were. dumbledore spoke in your defense and you were ultimately found not guilty.

however, as the years passed by, sometimes you wished they had found you guilty. you knew sirius didn’t kill those people and you weren’t his accomplice. but, you were so lonely and so miserable.

all of your friends and family were dead. not long after your trial, a saddened healer informed you of the news of a miscarriage you unknowingly experienced. that was your final straw – though you had no idea, your last connection to sirius had been stripped away before you even got to cherish it. there was nothing left of him in your life other than the grief he left behind.

nothing left of james.

nothing left of lily.

and nothing left of anything you found happiness in.

sirius was going to die in azkaban and you often wished you could, too.

[mayhemhq]

𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨.

• we want to express our gratitude to all of you for making this past weekend’s event such a success. we work hard to create unique, out-of-the-box events that challenge us creatively. while some might find non-kayfabe boring over time, i believe that with such creative people around who are eager to explore new ideas, we can keep pushing the envelope and crafting experiences that inspire and engage everyone.

we’re proud to be a plot-driven, writing-focused group that values inclusion, creating a space where all writers can grow, explore, and connect. i’ve never encountered so many wrestling characters with such well-developed and authentic lore. it’s exciting to see that so many of you write for the same unique characters we might never think to combine, highlighting the diversity and creativity with our muns. we’re very lucky you all continue to call us home.

• as we saw last week, we were approached through gossip to stir up some drama and support a plot. we want to emphasize that we’d LOVE to keep doing that. it can be challenging to keep gossip engaging, especially when there’s not a lot happening. even then, it can feel repetitive and sometimes unfair to certain characters. with that in mind, we’d love to start a weekly or bi-weekly round-up of drama, like a write-up or newsletter, to keep things fresh and exciting! a lot more “overheard” drama, just simple stuff that can’t warrant a whole post, but can be interesting tidbits to keep plots going. watch out for @mayhemtea for sign up posts and whatnot for that.

• the next couple of months—november (which is less than two weeks away, what!) and december—are always busy for everyone. as a result, we won’t have as many events as usual. typically, we aim for two big events along with a few mini writing events, but going forward, we’ll focus more on round robin-style activities. these are easier to plan during the week, rather than setting aside weekends. we’ll also incorporate some team-building activities to match the holiday spirit. however, we will still host one monthly gathering!

december 21st is the first official day of winter and you know what that means: mayhem games... will be making its resurgence in january. a winner MUST be crowned! new team captains, but still the same rivalry.

• we want to assure you that, even with the busy season approaching, removals will continue as usual until closer to the holidays. while we’ve been more lenient recently, we’ll be putting more effort into addressing rolehogging. our goal is to create excitement about writing and being active in the group, rather than just focusing on individual ships. anyone who has connected with us knows we’re approachable and understanding, and we’re always here to help—as long as there’s open communication. if you need a hiatus or some time away, please don’t hesitate to reach out!

we believe our four-day limit is manageable, as interacting counts as activity, and we’re not requiring constant writing. just a reminder that musings and photo posts won’t count toward activity.

• october 31st isla dawn is hosting our first member lead event and she has posted the signup sheet HERE. we’re VERY excited and can’t wait to see how it turns out! that being said, we ask all of you to sign up by commenting on her post, reaching out to her or dming us and we will send all names over. we have gotten the few of you who have sent us already and we plan to send those over asap!

xo, @mayhemhq 🖤

[mik0is0bored]

Choso Kamo x Reader

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October 31st, 2018, Shibuya City, Tokyo, You were a semi-grade one sorcerer, and word had recently gotten to you that Gojo Satoru– the strongest and richest sorcerer in Japan– had been sealed in the prison realm. You were running to the location you needed to be at, when you heard sniffles and heavy breathing.

You were running, your medium length hair blowing in the air as you sprinted through the station of shibuya.

You heard the heavy breathing, but you thought it was your own breath. You then heard sniffling, so you stopped in your tracks.

"Tch. I guess that can wait. What the hell is that sound...?" You murmured to yourself, walking towards the sound.

When you neared the sound, you noticed a man hunched in a small crawlspace. His hair was dark brown almost black, and tied up into two messy ponytails. He had a black mark that crossed over his nose and over both of his cheeks.

You noticed his eyes. The irises were dark brown, and in your opinion, the dark color was quite pretty, but you pressed that thought out of your mind. You noticed the dark circles around his eyes. You mean, how could you not notice?

But then you noticed the tears trailing down his face.

His knees were brought up to his chest, and his hands placed on top of his knees.

You quietly watched him for a few moments before you took into consideration something you hadn't until now.

It looked like was having or already had a mental breakdown.

You continued to study the man, curious in who it was. Then you remembered what the first year jujutsu student said over the communication system.

"Be careful of a man with a black marking over his nose, red circles around his eyes, and two messy ponytails."

You flinched to yourself. The man looked like a complete wreck, how was he a threat?

You let your curiosity get the best of you as you cautiously approach the distressed man.

He looked up at you, he didn't seem to get more stressed, nor less either. He just looked at you. Not saying a word.

You looked back at him. The two of you stood like that before you spoke up.

"Hello...? Who- are you?" You would murmur, looking at him, your expression questioning.

The man hesitated before whispering;

"Choso Kamo."

You didn't hear him at first before sighing mentally before speaking, keeping your tone professional and calm, like you always did.

"I... I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that?"

The man cleared his throat before speaking.

"Choso Kamo."

He spoke more clearly, and you know when someone's features match their voice? This was one of those cases for you.

His tired and deep tone seemed to match his facial features. The tired, dark brown eyes that were surrounded by dark circles, he look3d exauhsted; something you were feeling at the moment due to Shibuya.

You would nod silently, thinking to yourself before remembering he had damn near killed the jujutsu student you mentored: Yuji Itadori.

Your eyes narrowed before straightening out again before speaking again.

"Do you know the whereabouts of Yuji Itadori? Pink hair, red hood?"

Choso's eyes widened slightly before nodding, then speaking.

"Oh... uh... yeah. I do." Choso would say, his tone exaihsted but slightly distressed before speaking again.

"Yuji Itadori is my brother."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. Damn, after Choso explained how he could sense Yuji being near death after their fight, and how Choso only senses that if he's blood related to someone...

It was something that could give someone a headache to say the least.

Not only that, it was their relation too. Choso's father was somehow also Yuji's mother...? Which made no since. Maybe you'd ask Yuji later (if they made it out of shibuya alive.)

You'd sigh and again run your fingers through your messy hair.

"So let me get this straight," you begin, rubbing your face.

"You said Yuji was your brother, 'cus you can sense when your blood related brothers die, like the two you mentioned, Kechizu and Eso. And when you like, had flashbacks of Yuji, you, and the other two it was like an memory that never happened...? Well, that's what I understand"

Choso hummed and nodded, listening to you, "Yeah. Pretty much." He said blankly.

You nod before cracking your neck and popping your knuckles.

"We should probably go track down Yuji, huh?" You suggest, wondering where the hell the student you had mentored up to this point was, or who he was with. "Do you know who he's with"

Choso shook his head before speaking "we should probably track him down."

When he said that, his eyes widened slightly as he spoke, "Yuji... he's fighting Mahito."

Your eyes widen at this as the two of you–a mentor and a older brother– go to look for a fifteen year old pink haired boy, hoping he'd be alive when you both got there.

Sorry this ones a little shorter, i wanted to get this out of my drafts because I need to feel a sense of accomplishment right now, plus I got to write two other things, and I'm hoping I'll post them before Saturday

[qu0kkarambles]

Day 31 - seventeen 95 line

Warnings - smut (minors dni), fulfils, threesome (kinda?), dom and sub roles, teasing, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, masterbation, overstimulation, fingering, I think that’s everything?

Authors note- yes this was supposed to be posted October 31st. Yes it’s currently December 31st. But oh well I posted it so hopefully y’all enjoy and sorry if it’s not the best. 2.3k words

‘Yeah don’t worry about it I told them all to steer clear. Just come over trust me’

You heard the end of your boyfriends conversation as you entered his dorm, the large apartment considerably quieter than usual. The lack of shouting and laughing usually only meant one thing- none of the other boys were home. Seungcheol shared with 3 other men, the rest of his members being split between other dorms, and so it wasn’t unusual to be greeted with laughter and commotion when you visited the dorm. However, a quiet dorm usually meant cheol had cleared them out, and judging on the end of the conversation you had overheard, he had cleared them out for a reason.

‘Hi baby’ he said as he saw you in the entry way, immediately putting his phone in his pocket as he pulled you closer, arms wrapping tight around your waist to hold you close. His arms were warm around your waist, holding you close to his chest as he kissed your forehead. ‘Hi cheol, how was your day?’ You replied, leaning into him as he held you firmly.

‘It was good, it’s about to get better though.’ He replied, intriguing you as he led you through to the dorm sofa. He sat you down, moving closer and closer to you until his lips met yours, gently pushing you back until you were laying back into the sofa. He continued to kiss you, deepening the kiss as small moans left your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him impossibly closer as he moved his lips from yours, focusing his attention in your neck and jaw, soft pants leaving your mouth. Before long, your top was off, cheol’s impatient hands making quick work of removing the flimsy fabric before fiddling with the clasp of your bra.

Out of nowhere, a knock at the door. You groaned as you pushed on your boyfriends chest, urging him to go answer the door and get rid of whoever was interrupting your fun. But he was so much stronger than you, and kept his weight over you, holding you to the sofa as he ignored the visitor. Hoping they’d just take the hint and leave, you met his lips with yours, deepening the kiss before you heard the door open and the sound of footsteps in the apartment.

‘Cheol. Someone’s in here’ you said through pants as he continued to mark along your neck. He seemed unbothered, which only made you more concerned. ‘Seungcheol someone’s here’ you said pushing against him with as much force as you could muster.

‘It’s fine baby. I told them to join us. A little treat for my princess.’ As he spoke, your concern turned to confusion, unsure who he had invited over and what treat he had planned. As you lifted your head to the door you saw two slender figures looking at you in awe.

Joshua and Jeonghan.

‘Babe what are you talking about? Why are Shua and hannie here? Pass me my top already’ you said, as cheol continued to kiss along your skin. ‘What do you need your top for baby?’ Joshua spoke, his soft voice halting you in your tracks.

‘Babygirl you know how much I love you. And I know you see how my other members stare at us and stare at you, especially when you wear the sexy dresses I buy for you. You know they all want a piece and I figured you could show Shua and hannie how good you can be. How pretty my little slut can look on her knees for us. What do you say princess?’ While he was talking, the other men had moved further into the room, sitting either side of you while cheol sat in front of you. Waiting your response, cheol sat quietly, watching as the cogs turned in your brain to comprehend everything he was telling you.

You placed your hands on the thighs of the two men next to you, gently squeezing as you looked your boyfriend in the eye. ‘Ok cheol, let’s do this.’ The small smirk on his face made you blush, and you squeezed once more on the legs of the men beside you, hoping to spur them into action. Neither man moved, waiting for cheol’s explicit instructions before touching what they know is his.

‘Shua, take your top off, and hannie take the rest of her clothes off. She won’t be needing them’ he commanded, and the boys sprung into action, Joshua’s top joining yours on the floor within seconds. Jeonghan stood you up, harshly pulling your leggings from your legs before pushing you back on the sofa, now leaning over Joshua. His hands found your ass as he held you over his body.

‘Shua has a real sensitive chest y/n. You should hear how pretty his moans sound.’ Cheol said behind you, your hands moving as he spoke over Joshua’s torso, gently playing with his nipples as his muscles tensed beneath you. As you continued to play with his chest, little whimpers falling from his lips, you felt a soft hand run over your ass before lifting and delivering a harsh spank. You whined at the hit, leaning more into Joshua’s chest as you looked back. Jeonghans hand was still firm against your skin, rubbing the freshly marked skin and admiring his hand print on your ass.

As you leaned into Joshua, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you flush to him. When you turned back to face him, your lips collided. He was a gentle kisser, soft and slow and taking his time, a drastic change of pace from what you were used to. Cheol was fast and harsh and dominant, but Shua let you take control, going with your flow as he whimpered into your mouth. Cheol really underestimated just how sensitive Joshua’s nipples were, you could feel how much you were effecting him as he grew more and more aroused, soft whimpers getting higher and higher.

‘Fuck y/n please stop teasing’ he begged, and as you turned to look into his eyes your head was sharply pulled back. Jeonghans long slender fingers were harsh against your scalp as he pulled you back, his other hand finding its way between your legs. ‘Don’t listen to him baby. Shua isn’t in control here’ he said, whispering against your neck as he placed sloppy kisses to the skin there. As you lean into his kisses, hands still teasing Joshua’s chest, you heard a small moan from behind you, and from the corner of your eye could see your boyfriend palming himself.

Before you had chance to say anything, your breath was taken from you as jeonghans fingers slipped inside you. His hands were big and his fingers skilled, curving just right against your walls as you moaned out. Shua began whimpering beneath you, his arousal painfully obvious between your legs. ‘Fuck hannie. Feels so good.’ You moaned, begging for more from jeonghan.

‘You were right cheol. She really is a needy slut. Shua, trousers off now.’ He commanded, still working you open as Joshua struggled to remove his clothes beneath you. Once he was free of his fabric restraints, you could see how needy he really was, his tip red and leaking in desperation. Jeonghan stilled his movements, fingers deep inside you as he leaned down to where your body hovered over Joshua. He spat onto Shua, a low moan escaping your boyfriends lips as he watched the filthy show. Jeonghan removed his fingers before quickly replacing them with Shua, guiding your hips lower onto the younger.

He held you there, full of Shua and desperate to move. His slender fingers found their way to Joshua’s mouth, sliding along his bottom lip before slipping inside, Joshua happily licking them clean as he stared at jeonghan, eyes full of adoration.

‘Look cheol. Look how deep Shua is in your girlfriend. Think he deserves to fuck her yet?’ Jeonghan said, ignoring you and Joshua by turning to seungcheol. He sat still just palming himself, eyes lidded as he watched. Jeonghan took his lack of response as enough of a sign. He looked to Shua, giving him some sort of sign before Joshua started moving quickly, thrusting into you at an insane pace. His desperation was obvious, and contagious. It wasn’t long before you were almost screaming his name, words incoherent as you begged to cum.

A firm spank across your ass and you were gone, legs shaking as Shua continued to pound into you. Your body fell forward as your high passed, your body tired from the brutal pace Joshua had set. Soon you could hear him begging jeonghan, a rushed signal before Joshua’s hips were slowing, filling you with his release before he stilled completely. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close, refusing to pull out of you before jeonghan lifted you by the waist.

He pulled you off jeonghan, laying you down on your back beside Shua before taking his own clothes and discarding them across the room. As he stood before you, you were exhausted, legs still shaking from the mind-breaking orgasm you’d just had from Joshua. And yet the sight of jeonghans slender and delicate frame had you riled up again.

‘Shua. Be a good slut for hannie come suck for me baby’ he said, a much softer tone filling his voice than before. Joshua’s eyes fluttered open, moving toward jeonghan with his mouth hanging open before taking the length down his throat. Jeonghan had clearly dealt with Joshua in this state before, his soft tone and gentle touches proof that he knew Shua was feeling submissive and needed to be treated carefully.

After a few moments, he pulled Shua from his length, planting a sloppy kiss against his lips before directing him to lay back on the sofa, praise filling the room for Joshua to hear. Once Shua was back comfortable, jeonghans attention turned to you and something in his eyes shifted. He grabbed your hips, hard enough that you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow, pulling your ass towards the edge of the sofa so he could plunge deep into you. He was longer than Shua, with not as much girth as cheol, and you could feel the difference between them. It felt like nothing could ever be deeper in you than jeonghan at that moment. As he pulled back, his low chuckle at Joshua’s cum leaking from you was the only warning you got before he slammed back into you, setting a pace harsher than Joshua’s, with more focus. Joshua was fast and rushed, sloppy thrusts desperate to chase his own high. But jeonghan was focused, each thrust hitting just the right spot to make you see stars, crying out for your boyfriend as he pounded deep and hard into you.

‘Hear that cheollie. She wants you.’ He said, a mocking tone in his voice as he continued to fuck into you. With the combination of jeonghans brutal pace and the lingering effects of your previous high, you were soon grasping at jeonghans arms, scratching along the skin as you cried out for your boyfriend. Jeonghan grabbed your chin, holding you to watch how your boyfriend had finally taken himself out of his jeans, desperately thrusting into his own hand as he watched eager at his best friends ruining you. ‘Look y/n look how needy your pathetic little boyfriend is. He could never treat you as good as us could he baby.’

His words coupled with the sight of seungcheol tensing and doing his best to hold back his high was enough to send you over the edge once more. Your moans filled the room as your legs began to shake, arms gripping tight to jeonghan as he slowed his pace slightly, whispering praise into your neck as he placed soft kisses to the skin.

‘Good girl baby. Did so good for me. Now be a good slut and take my cum as well for me baby.’ You nodded along with his words, his pace increasing slightly as he chased his high, but not quite reaching the same speed or force as before. He quickly reached his high, filling you with his cum as he kissed along your chest. You were so distracted by his soft kisses you almost missed your boyfriends low soft moans, his hand painted in his release as he slumped in his chair.

For a few minutes, no one dared to move. Jeonghan continued to place soft kisses along your skin, and into Joshua’s as well, who had somehow fallen asleep beside you, naked and blissfully fucked out. Eventually, jeonghan moved, pulling himself from you before reaching for a cloth to wipe himself down before getting dressed. A lone finger found its way to your entrance as you mewled at the overstimulation. ‘It’s ok baby. Just gotta keep it all in there’ he said, fingering his and shuas cum back into you.

Once he was dressed, he did his best to clean Joshua, trying not to wake him as he did. In the meantime, cheol had cleaned himself too, zipping his jeans back into place before moving to help you. With a warm cloth he wiped between your legs, placing soft kisses as he went.

‘I’ll take Shua home, get him cleaned up and tucked in bed. We should do this again sometime cheol’ jeonghan said as he stood, Shua supported under his arm. With a wink and a cheeky grin, jeonghan left, dragging a sleepy Joshua back to their own dorm to shower and cuddle up in bed. Meanwhile cheol scooped you up from the sofa, placing you into a hot freshly ran bath before sliding in behind you.

Soft kisses against your shoulders and gentle hands working to clean you meant that you soon drifted to sleep. When you awoke, you were in his bed, your boyfriend cuddled next to you as he slept. Snuggling in closer to him, you couldn’t help but think

You had the best boyfriend ever.

Taglist- @jungwonseyebrowsonflick @sunghoonmybeloved @lix-freckle3 @yoswagmuffin @meuusea

[charmedhypno]

REGISTRATION IS OPEN FOR CHARMED!2025

Register HERE for our 10th Anniversary Convention!

Prices for Charmed!2025 remain the same as for the 2024 event.

For the Hybrid Convention (in-person and online) Early Bird: $95 (July 10th through October 31st) Regular: $105 (November 1st through December 20th) Late: $115 (December 21st through January 17th)

For the Online Only Convention Early Bird: $30 (July 10th through December 20th) Regular: $35 (December 21st through January 17th)

What is a “Hybrid” Convention? Starting in 2021, Charmed! has offered an online version of our convention. That year, due to the national lockdown for Covid-19, we were online only, which allowed people who had never before been able to attend, the opportunity to experience Charmed!. When in-person events resumed in 2022, the decision was made to continue making Charmed! accessible to everyone by offering an online version of the event, and for 2023 and onwards we have officially been a hybrid convention, with many of the in-person classes being broadcast in real time as they happen for online attendees, as well as there being online-only classes and social events. When you register to attend Charmed!2025 in person, you will be registering for the Hybrid Convention by default.

In addition to some classes being broadcast, we will also offer recordings of some classes for a limited time during the Convention.

All online content will be available for any attendee of Charmed!2025, regardless of registration type.

Volunteers and Presenters for Charmed!2025 will receive discounted registration, and for some volunteers, free room space.

If you are a volunteer, please wait to register until you have received your promo code! Kitty Sylvie, your volunteer coordinator, will be getting your codes out to you very soon so you should be able to register by the end of the summer (at the latest.) If you are a volunteer getting free room space, you do not need to make a hotel reservation - Kitty Sylvie will be coordinating that for you.

If you are a presenter (or think you will be a presenter), we highly recommend paying the early bird rate and registering as soon as you can, in order to make sure that you secure your hotel reservation. Registered attendees who end up receiving complementary registration will be able to have their registration costs refunded. The application period for class proposals ends very close to the time when we sold out of rooms last year, so be prepared for something similar to happen this year!

[thedinanshiral]

Exciting times

As we enter the last leg of this race, please beware of the SPOILERPOCALYPSE.

The reason i'm not here much lately is precisely because of spoilers. I think marketing has done more than they should have, i don't need to see more of the game, i just want to play it. Now just checking my socials puts me at risk of getting major spoilers i'm trying so hard to avoid at all costs.

Yesterday the embargo on the preview event was lifted and all the people who was fortunate to be invited have been sharing their reviews, impresions and recorded gameplay. Unfortunately for those of us who wish to experience the game ourselves instead of having the first Act spoiled, not everyone uses spoiler warnings, hashtags or keywords one can mute or block while this lasts. Personally i'm mostly on twitter and there i muted +130 words for 30 days only to have a spoiler about Rook's origins in one of the factions still slip through.

I've been checking on YouTube carefully like it's a minefield -because it really is- for some of these content creators' videos, for the most part just to listen and what i've gathered so far is they were allowed about 7 hours of play, including the character creator and 5 selected missions from Act I, but there's a couple of late Act I missions they weren't allowed to record or talk much about, and they weren't allowed to show some menus, namely the accesibility menu as it seems there's official marketing coming up centered on that.

The big and main positive i can take from these recent developments is that there's a new consensus: Dragon Age The Veilguard looks good. Long gone are the days of first trailer bad impressions and Fortnite accusations, now that some people finally got to experience the game themselves the reviews are mostly positive, excited, and i've seen some content creators change their minds about the game entirely. Bioware took notes all these years and are ready to deliver an unexpectedly very polished game as a result. People at the event were told the game has 3 Acts and i've heard this from several people, if the rest of the game keeps up the rhythm from what they saw of Act I, then Bioware is back. GOTY contender. IMO BW was never "gone", they were just slowly cooking this upcoming full meal

Sure, combat may not be for everyone, a more linear experience may not be for everyone. But personal preferences aside all seems to indicate The Veilguard will deliver as promised.

Spoilers are unavoidable sometimes so i've actualy looked for some, namely the Character Creator, the different factions origin stories, the different surnames. I had to go out of my way to see these things tho, intentionally spoiling myself these details because I have as of now 12 different Rooks planned and i needed to know if the stories i made for them would conflict or not with what the game will offer. Only one origin has a detail that might restrict things a bit.

There's apparently also a scene from a mission i'm not sure they were allowed to show, i skipped through a video about it without really looking and just now saw something from it on my dashboard but i scrolled down as fast as i could because it's something i really want to see in game first. It's such a big thing, it shouldn't have been showned or leaked at all. All i'll say is it's about Solas, and something many of us wanted to see for a long time.

All this said, while we wait for October 31st to come quick we still have the podcast Vows&Vengeance each Thursday. I might write on it soon. This podcast is safe from spoilers, it's set pre-Veilguard and introduces the companions one per episode, and the original characters are apparently a V&V exclusive and won't show in game. I think this podcast series is currently the only safe marketing material available until release. Meanwhile the IGN coverage continues, full of minor spoilers sprinkled all over so i'm also avoiding all of it.

We're now 41 days away from an event we've been waiting for 10 years! The waiting has never been harder.

[untherapized-eddie]

work rant under the cut

i really fucking hate attorneys sometimes. june 30th was the deadline for attorneys in our state to submit their continuing legal education (cle) credits but if they didn't they could get an extension until october 31st. i'm the admin for our org's cle program and of course there's always some idiot frantic at the last minute like this fool who just called me at 5:50pm and expects me to call him back about his credits. buddy it's not my fault you waited until the absolute last minute even after an extension!!! also you don't even volunteer with us!!

see our online programs are free because they're meant for our org's volunteers. but we don't restrict access. so we always get some non-volunteers watching them and then of course they're also the biggest assholes about getting their credits fast. even though they're basically just taking advantage of us for the free credits.

okay sorry for the rant but i feel better now lol

[connectabroad]

Feast In The Alps: Tyrol's Tastiest Treats

Welcome to Tyrol, the land of breathtaking mountain vistas, charming villages, and a culinary scene that will make your taste buds dance! Whether you’re hitting the slopes or soaking in the alpine beauty, Tyrol's food and beverage offerings promise an unforgettable journey. Ready for a tantalizing tour?

Where to visit?

In the historic Old Town of Innsbruck, Cafe Katzung offers a warm and inviting haven. With its freshly baked German 🇩🇪 and Austrian 🇦🇹treats, and a wide array of vegan options🌱, it's the ultimate spot to unwind, sip a rich coffee☕, and enjoy a decadent slice of cake🍰. Use Code ‘TASTYTYROL’ to get 10% off your total bill. Valid Until 31st October 2024

In Seefeld, savor Tyrolean flavors at Restaurant Südtiroler Stube. Nestled in a quaint farmhouse🏡, this rustic restaurant delights with its traditional dishes, prepared with locally sourced ingredients. Dine on the terrace or in a cozy parlor, and soak up the authentic alpine atmosphere. Use Code ‘TYROLSPECIAL’ to get Free dessert🍨 with every main course ordered. Valid Until 31st October 2024

So, pack your bags, bring your appetite, and get ready to savour every bite. Tyrol is not just a feast for the eyes but a culinary paradise waiting to be explored. Bon appétit!

🍏🥐🏔️

Give this a whirl: "Whip up a slice of Austrian heaven at home with this irresistible Kaiserschmarrn recipe!" 🍰🏠🇦🇹

Instructions

Separate the Eggs: In two bowls, separate the egg whites (4 Large Eggs) from the yolks.

Mix Batter: In the bowl with the yolks, add milk (250ml) and flour (125g all-purpose). Whisk until smooth.

Beat Egg Whites: In the other bowl, beat the egg whites with a pinch of salt until stiff peaks form. Gradually add sugar (2 tbsp) while beating.

Combine Mixtures: Gently fold the beaten egg whites into the batter until just combined.

Cook: Melt butter (2 tbsp) in a large non-stick pan over medium heat. Pour in the batter and let it cook undisturbed until the bottom is golden brown.

Shred and Flip: Using a spatula, tear the pancake into large pieces. Flip the pieces and continue cooking until all sides are golden brown and cooked through.

Serve: Dust with powdered sugar and serve warm, with apple or plum compote if desired.

Enjoy!😊🎉

[leoxpark]

( CHARLES MELTON, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ) LEO PARK the THIRTY YEAR OLD year old is known as THE DELINQUENT within the group. they are known to be HYPERACTIVE and CLUELESS which makes sense when you think about how HIS DAD DISOWNED HIM but i guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { DANI, 27, GMT, SHE/HER. }

Full Name: Leo Park-Taylor

Nickname: n/a

Age: 30

DOB: October 31st 1993

Parents: Ronald Taylor & Yeona Park

Siblings: n/a

Hair colour: Black

Eye colour: Brown

Piercings & Tattoos: here

Sexuality: Heterosexual

LINKS

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BIOGRAPHY

tw: n/a

Leo was born to Ronald and Yeona. He has never been the sharpest tool in the shed and that was clear from early years. He was slow to start walking, talking, you name it and he was last.

He wasn't the greatest academically and he was never even the greatest at sports but he tried his best there at least. He made it on the teams even if it meant some guys he was warming up the bench in his earlier years.. later on in school he actually did improve which shocked a few people.

He had no intentions of going to college but told his dad he was, he didn't realise he had to pay so when his dad confronted him on why he could never get a straight answer on where he was going or why he hadn't made any payments he eventually had to confess.

He is constantly up to no good and with that comes his many arrests for dumb things from even a young age like vandalism, fake ID's, underage drinking, stealing, fighting, breaking and entering, trespassing, drugs, you name it he's done it and been caught doing it. Of course his dad bailed him out each time.

Leo is a straight up party animal so his version of attending college was just going to all the parties with his friends.

With no job Leo doesn't exactly have much to do so he's waiting around on his friends being free, sleeping in all day, gaming and partying at night.

His dad was getting sick and tired of his son being a slob and a leach so when Leo called him up with his free phone call yet again, this time though for drink driving his dad refused to bail him out because he thought he finally needed to be taught a lesson. Leo served 6 months in prison for driving under the influence and is now fresh outta jail ready to continue his life and yet again party! Just in time for the Lake House!

HEADCANONS

He goes by Leo Park because he thinks Leo Park-Taylor is too long

He once serenaded a girl in school by standing on the table in the cafeteria and singing "Just a Dream" by Nelly

Leo was obsessed with the Step Up movies to the point he learned a lot of the routines and aimed to be like Moose

He doesn't like big words because he can't say them or understand them

Leo is actually a big softie and loving

Once broke up with someone by texting them lyrics to 'Gotta Go My Own Way'

Has to sing his alphabet to figure out letters to order things

Up until his teens he truly believed everyone was celebrating his birthday but it was literally just halloween

His celebrity crush is Alexandra Daddario and Vanessa Hudgens

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#onthisday in 1943 Supermarine Seafires were tasked with protecting the fleet during the Allied invasion of Italy at Salerno, known as Operation Avalanche.

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Supermarine Seafire | Classic Warbirds

The idea for a naval version of the Supermarine Spitfire originated during 1938, but it wouldn't be until November the following year when a Spitfire was tested to assess whether the type could be used aboard an aircraft carrier. However the need for Spitfires within the Royal Air Force led to the Fleet Air Arm ordering the Fairey Fulmar as their new fighter to compliment the Blackburn Roc and Gloster Sea Gladiator. The Fleet Air Arm were desperate for more modern aircraft as the ones currently in service were no match against the modern Japanese and German aircraft, and after the Spitfire excelled during the Battle of Britain (10th July 1940 - 31st October 1940) the Admiralty would again show interest in the aircraft for use aboard its carriers, and again it would have to wait. However they were able to secure the use of a navalised Hawker Hurricane known as the Sea Hurricane.

Eventually in October 1941 permission for a Sea Spitfire was granted, with the first prototype flying on the 7th January 1942. Three days later on the 10th January 1942 it performed its first deck landing when it touched down on HMS Illustrious (87). Although the modified Spitfire made a number of deck landings, take-offs and catapult launches these were done under favourable conditions, therefore, providing little warning of the problems the Seafire would encounter in operational conditions. Forty eight Spitfire Mk Vs would be converted to Seafire Mk IBs with the first one flying on the 23rd March 1942 and entering service on the 15th June 1942 when No. 807 Naval Air Squadron received the first examples. Powered by the 1,470-hp Rolls-Royce Merlin 45 the top speed of the aircraft was 365 mph with a range of 460 miles and a service ceiling of 36,900 ft. Armament was two 20mm cannons and four 0.303-in machine-guns.

Converting the Spitfire required an arrestor hook, catapult spools and slinging lugs, which were reinforced, on both sides of the fuselage, as well as naval avionics to be added. It would be Air Service Training at Hamble who would convert a number of Spitfires whilst Supermarine modified a number on the production line and brand new Seafires were built by Cunliffe-Owen Aircraft. The major hindrance for the Seafire was the fact that during its development the Spitfire was never considered to be used aboard an aircraft carrier. Two of the major issues with the type were its poor forward view and inability to carry more fuel internally.

The Seafire Mk IIC was built as a naval aircraft from the very start and on the 23rd May 1942 the first production aircraft flew. The Seafire Mk IIC was powered by the 1,645-hp Rolls-Royce Merlin 32 engine which gave the aircraft a top speed of 342 mph, range of 460 miles with a service ceiling of 37,500 ft. Alongside its armament of four 0.303-in machine-guns and two 20mm cannons it could carry one 500lb or two 250lb bombs. The first Seafire Mk IICs entered service during June 1942 with No. 807 Naval Air Squadron and these along with Seafires which No. 801 Naval Air Squadron received in September 1942 would serve aboard HMS Furious (47) until February 1943. During this time they participated in the Allied invasion of North Africa, known as Operation Torch, which began on the 8th November 1942. A total of five Seafire squadrons would be used, destroying a total of nine Vichy France aircraft, five in the air and four on the ground. One Seafire Mk IIC would be sent to the United States for tests at the Naval Airtest Centre.

Seafire operations continued and the following September they were tasked with protecting the fleet during the Allied invasion of Italy at Salerno, known as Operation Avalanche on the 9th September 1943. Although forty four were lost, just two were a result of combat. Most had suffered accidents, so many in fact that they had exhausted the spare propellers stock aboard HMS Hunter (D80), the only action available was to cut six inches off each blade of the damaged propeller. This was to become standard practice as it proved an effective remedy. Despite its problems the Seafire would be the fastest fighter afloat during a ten month period from October 1942 until August 1943 when the A6M5 Zero and F6F-3 Hellcat started to enter service.

A modified Seafire Mk IIC provided the basis for the Seafire Mk III prototype which made its maiden flight on the 9th November 1942 with the Fleet Air Arm receiving their first example on the 8th June 1943 and when they entered service on the 27th November 1943 with No. 894 Naval Air Squadron they would be the first Seafires to have manually folding wings with two folds, one before the armament and the other allowing the wingtip to fold downwards, the Seafire Mk III made handling of the aircraft much easier and it could be transported using carrier lifts. Powered by the 1,585-hp Rolls-Royce Merlin 55M engine top speed of the Seafire Mk III was 352 mph, range 465 miles with the lowest service ceiling of all the Seafire variants of 33,800 ft. Armament was identical to the Seafire Mk II.

The Seafire Mk III played a role in Operation Overlord, more commonly known as D-Day, on the 6th June 1944 and was involved in the invasion of Southern France, Operation Dragoon, on the 15th August 1944 and eight Seafire Mk IIIs would take part, on the 15th August 1945, in one of the last dogfights of the Second World War (1939 – 1945) when twelve Japanese aircraft, four Mitsubishi J2M Raidens and eight A6M Zeros came up against Nos. 887 and 894 Naval Air Squadrons who lost a single Seafire but shot down seven Zeros in the battle above Tokyo Bay, Japan.

The 31st August 1943 saw the Air Ministry issue Specification N.4/43 for six Seafires, three prototypes and three pre-production aircraft to be powered by the Rolls-Royce Griffon engine, this was a natural change to match the engine change with the Spitfire, which led to the Seafire Mk XV. Fitted with the 1,850-hp Rolls-Royce Griffon VI engine its top speed was 369 mph, range 524 miles with a service ceiling of 34,600 ft. Armament was four 0.303-in machine-guns, two 20mm cannons and either a 500lb bomb or two 250lb bombs. The Seafire Mk XV also had a new 'sting' type arrestor hook. These entered service during May 1945 with No. 802 Naval Air Squadron at RNAS Arbroath.

Development of the type continued and the Seafire Mk XVII featured a clear-view bubble canopy and an increase in fuel capacity, however this would not see service during the Second World War. Powered by the 1,950-hp Rolls-Royce Griffon VI engine the aircraft had a top speed of 373 mph, range of 697 miles and a service ceiling of 34,600 ft. Armament was the same as the Seafire Mk XV but instead of the one 500lb bomb or two 250lb bombs, eight 60lb rocket projectiles could be carried.

Next in the Seafire lineage was the 2,035-hp Rolls-Royce Griffon 61 engined Seafire Mk 45. This had a top speed of 450 mph, range of 400 miles and a service ceiling of 42,400 ft. Armament was four 20mm cannons with a bomb load of one 500lb and two 250lb bombs. As the Seafire Mk 45 would not equip front line squadrons they lacked the folding wings from previous variants. This was followed by the Seafire Mk 46 which was powered by the 2,300-hp Rolls-Royce Griffon 87 engine and had contra-rotating propellers. Its top speed was 435 mph, range 435 miles with a service ceiling of 41,000 ft. Armament consisted of four 20mm cannons and either one 500lb bomb or eight 3-in rocket projectiles.

The Seafire Mk 47 would be the last variant and the first to feature wing folding which was power operated. Flying for the first time on the 25th April 1946. Powered by the 2,350-hp Rolls-Royce Griffon 87 engine it had a top speed of 452 mph, range of 405 miles with a service ceiling of 43,100 ft. Armament was four 20mm cannons with either three 500lb bombs or eight 100lb rocket projectiles. No. 804 Naval Air Squadron were the first to be equipped with the aircraft when they took delivery of thirteen during January 1948.

The Seafire F. Mk 47 would see action during the Korean War (1950 – 1953) with No. 800 Naval Air Squadron who operated from HMS Triumph (R16). They were involved in their first action on the 3rd July 1950 and would spend nearly three months on operations until the 25th September 1950, during this period they flew 360 sorties. When the squadron returned to Britain they received the Supermarine Attacker to replace their Seafire F. Mk 47s in 1951, the Seafires front line service was over. The Seafire was eventually retired from Fleet Air Arm service when No. 764 Naval Air Squadron was disbanded on the 23rd November 1954.

The type would also serve with the Royal Canadian Navy and French Aeronavale and a total of 2,580 would be built by the time the last Seafire rolled of the production line, a Seafire Mk 47, on the 28th January 1949.

Technical Details

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Top Speed Range Service Ceiling Armament

Seafire Mk I 365 mph 460 miles 36,900 ft four 0.303-in machine-guns

two 20mm cannons

Seafire Mk II 342 mph 460 miles 37,500 ft four 0.303-in machine-guns

two 20mm cannons

and either one 500lb bomb or

two 250lb bombs

Seafire Mk III 352 mph 465 miles 33,800 ft four 0.303-in machine-guns

two 20mm cannons

and either one 500lb bomb or

two 250lb bombs

Seafire Mk XV 369 mph 524 miles 34,600 ft four 0.303-in machine-guns

two 20mm cannons

and either one 500lb bomb or

two 250lb bombs

Seafire Mk XVII 373 mph 697 miles 34,600 ft four 0.303-in machine-guns

two 20mm cannons

and either one 500lb bomb,

two 250lb bombs

or eight 60lb rocket projectiles

Seafire Mk XVII side profile image

Seafire Mk 45 450 mph 400 miles 42,400 ft four 20mm cannons

one 500lb and two 250lb bombs

Seafire Mk 46 435 mph 435 miles 41,000 ft four 20mm cannons

and either one 500lb bomb or

eight 3-in rocket projectiles

Seafire Mk 47 452 mph 405 miles 43,100 ft four 20mm cannons

and either three 500lb bombs or

eight 100lb rocket projectiles