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a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...merman naruto uzumaki for @tired-biscuit! happy halloween and thank you for participating!

contains: NSFW, MDNI. merman!naruto x afab!reader. established friendship with mutual pining. mentions of courting and courting rituals, piv sex, nontraditional genitalia (he is a merman he has TWO DICKS!!!), monsterfucking, corruption kink (he is a mervirgin)

The sun hangs bright and beautiful in the sky but you are too worried about what’s below to be concerned with what hangs above, your head dangling over the dock that leads straight out to the water you’re resting above. You know it’s there because it warms your back and legs and makes the water shimmer below, but you’re far too preoccupied with who should be popping his head out of the water rather than worrying about what’s going on around it.

Where is he? 

You know Naruto doesn’t have an exact means to tell time, the species divide big enough that he relies on you and the sun to know when he needs to be somewhere but he’s late and you want to get off to the secluded cove the two of you have managed to carve out as your own space before the day gets any hotter and people and boats start filling the water.

Groaning, you roll over onto your back from your belly and squint when sunlight washes over your face, raising an arm to cover your sensitive eyes. Flopping across the warm wooden deck, you feel droplets of water sizzle on your face and flip back over to see an all too familiar orange tail receding beneath the deck.

Giggling, you chase it to the other side of the deck and dangle over the edge. A head pops up, blonde and blue eyed, and you grin in return to the one he’s giving you.

“About time,” you tease and he frowns, splashing you again with a flick of his tail. 

It has been months since the first time the two of you stumbled upon each other and the summer has passed quickly, giving way into the dog days that will soon become crisp fall. You spent lazy weekends sunning yourself on the rocks just outside of your shared cove, teaching him additional words in your language that he hadn’t learned from passersby and swimmers. 

“Race you,” he shouts from the water below and you grin. He’ll win and you’ll let him but you run down the dock and across the shore anyway, loving the feel of sand squishing beneath your feet. It’s freedom that you don’t get to embrace on a regular basis and you look out to the water to see persistent splashing, an orange tail glinting as he heads in the same direction as you.

The first chance encounter with this merman months ago quickly became something more, an occasion you look forward to every single day. You have had to suspend disbelief many, many times but you hold Naruto in such high regard that it isn’t difficult to do so. It’s something straight out of a fairytale but it’s your fairytale and not many others can say that.

Slowing down as you get closer to the mouth of the cove, you see him waiting there with a grin across his handsome face, the end of his tail swishing in the water while the rest of him rests against the sand.

“Hey, you must have cheated!”

He laughs and shakes his head, watching you approach with eager eyes because he has something very important to ask you and he isn’t certain how you’ll react. It’s why he was late to your usual meeting, a feeling he lacks the words to describe filling his gut just thinking of you.

“That’s your mate, you need to fuck her and finish the job.” Shikamaru, who has also taken a human mate, informed him a few weeks ago after he returned from an evening spent watching the sunset with you. He learned most of the words he uses to communicate with you from his friend and fellow merman but one doesn’t sit right in his mouth.

Fuck. To fuck you. Someone who makes him feel warm and cared about, like the sun itself. It feels like a vulgar way to view you but he can’t deny the natural urges his body is presenting to him whenever he catches the sight of your face and your scent on the breeze. He’s filled with longing, a need to claim and possess that he has been told is natural, but he wonders if you’ll find the idea of that off putting. 

He’s never asked but perhaps you already have someone you return home to. The mere thought of that being the case makes the smile fall from his face but he plasters it back on when you come closer, panting slightly to catch your breath and plopping down in the sand next to him. Your legs stretch toward the water and he swishes his tail, glad to be sharing this time with you.

“Can I ask you something?”

The rasp in his voice never ceases to make you feel butterflies, knowing it’s from the lack of use. He has his own ways of communicating with his brethren beneath the cover of the ocean but he prefers the way he communicates with you. The words and actions and eye contact are all undeniably alluring to him and he lives for the way that your face lights up when you hear him. 

“Of course, anything.”

An uncertain smile covers his features and you tilt your head, reaching out to grab his hand. It’s a little cool to the touch and wet but you don’t mind, used to the way it feels different from any other hand you’ve ever held. The physical differences between the two of you aren’t something you think that deeply about during the daylight hours, saving most of that pondering for the blessed cover of nightfall while you’re buried beneath your blankets.

“What do you know about fu…mating?”

Naruto changes his choice in words at the last minute, the term Shikamaru used earlier still sitting with him uncomfortably. You gasp, mouth open momentarily before snapping it closed, and wonder why on earth he’s asking you this. 

Has your interest in him become something you can no longer hide? He isn’t completely oblivious, simply naive, and you worry that some silent boundary has been crossed in your too long to be friendly glances over the last several months. You try to keep your face impassive while thinking about how to answer his question but you figure stalling the inevitable will only make it more difficult to discuss your feelings if you’ve been caught.

“I know that it’s something we all have to do eventually,” you offer with a tight smile. “Fall in love, get married, at least that’s how we do it as humans.”

Naruto nods and you watch his brows furrow in confusion, his blue eyes darting toward the ground. You scoot closer to him, hand still in his and he looks back up at you with a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks. It’s easy for you to forget he’s something inhuman given how human he is.

“Have you already…done that with someone?”

Your eyes widen and you laugh, squeezing his hand in yours. 

“Married? No. Noooooo,” you draw out the word as comically as possible and he chuckles along with you, eyes crinkling at the corners charmingly. In fact, if you had to describe him using a single word, charming would be it. He has charmed and enchanted you since the first day the two of you met and you’re embarrassed imagining that he has caught on.

“Good because I think you’re my mate.”

These words are the ones that truly catch you off guard and your eyes widen, blinking rapidly. You didn’t assume your crush on the merman was mutual but you’re delighted that it appears to be, laughing nervously and grinning.

“Really? Why do you think that?”

He sighs and turns his body toward you, tail flipping onto its side while he leans his weight on his elbow. He keeps your hand pressed to his, rubbing his cool thumb over your smooth knuckles.

“My body feels different when you’re around me.”

You watch his face contort as he searches for the right words to explain how he’s feeling but you think you understand, dropping his hand to reach out for his face. Petting the damp blonde strands off of his forehead, you smile and move closer.

“What do you mean, Naruto? Tell me.”

He sighs, still searching for the words and coming up short.

“Maybe I can show you,” he starts, looking down toward his tail that keeps everything he wants to show you concealed. His cock stays retracted until he’s ready to extend it outward, a flap on his tail lifting to show you not one engorged head but one larger with a smaller positioned right above it. 

You raise your eyebrows, leaning down closer to his tail to make out what you’re seeing. The organs present themselves further, a girthy and ridged length on the bottom and a shorter length that reminds you of a tentacle with a mushroom tip above the head. It’s not so different from what you spent your evenings imagining and it intrigues you that it’s human enough not to be shocking.

“It’s always like that when I see you,” he mutters nervously. “Wanting to come out.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, you slide your hand down his face, his arm, his body until you reach where his cocks sit. Your hands are eager to touch more of him, the slippery slide of his tail promising that the appendages feel the same, and you feel yourself growing wet at the thought of what could happen next.

“Can I touch you?”

He nods, that same simmering feeling beneath his skin stirring and burning as soon as he witnesses the way you glance curiously at his anatomy. Your hand shakes as you reach out to run your fingers along the smooth expanse of his cock. It’s smooth and not unlike his tail and you gingerly crane your neck to press a kiss to the tip of the larger of the two. It feels a little slimy and warm beneath your lips.

He gasps and the tip of the smaller one tickles your nose, making you giggle and back away.

“Is this alright?”

Another nod, eyes growing in size as you crane your neck to repeat the same motion. The tip of your tongue flicks out of your mouth this time and you dance over the larger head, humming at the pleasantly salty taste of what you’re assuming is his precum. Smacking your lips, you now explore with your hand, closing your fist around the larger and girthier length.

“Have you ever mated before?” 

He shakes his head and you give him an experimental pump, his tail swishing in the water and sending droplets flying across your arms. A throaty groan is all he can manage as you repeat the motion, your own pussy dripping at the thought of going further than even this, right in your secluded little cove. 

Arousal makes your inhibitions drop, shrugging the oversized t-shirt you wear covering your bathing suit off of your body in a quick motion with one arm, and you return to pumping his silky precum over his length. The smaller of the two cocks twitches and you gasp when a pearly bead oozes out of it as well, the sight of the glistening tip making you rub your thighs together to relieve some of the heat curling through your body.

“I want to make you mine.”

The words finally come to Naruto after much contemplation and he says them without a second thought. You look up at him with your hand still gripping his larger cock and nod, eyes gleaming with enough excitement to match his own. 

“I’m already yours,” you confirm, helping him shift so that he’s lying flat on his back. You climb over him, straddling his tail with your legs spread and you work at untying the ties keeping your bikini bottoms affixed to your body. Groaning impatiently, you decide you’re satisfied to let them hang off of your hips as long as you can get him inside of you immediately.

“You’ll be mine always, right?”

Nodding, you make a note to discuss what all of this really means later after you’ve been able to feel what he’s like inside of you. You’re already dripping wet, the sheen of your slick making your cunt gleam desirably as you run the larger tip through your folds. You can’t bite back your moan. It happens so quickly, the sensation of the fat head of him catching your clit making you shiver, so you let him hear you.

He’s overwhelmed by the sight, smell, and sound of you but eagerly follows your lead, moaning and shutting his eyes tightly when you finally position him at your entrance and begin sinking down. His larger cock is bigger than you expected, your pussy stretching to accommodate every single inch and you realize that the shorter, tentacle-like dick must be solely for your pleasure given the way the head of it prods at your clit.

“Fuck,” you moan, your hips flush with his base finally. He feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before and you rock your hips experimentally, listening to his breaths stutter and catch while he sees your body ripple beneath the sunlight. Your legs are on either side of him and he reaches to grab your thighs, glad to have some part of you to grab onto. 

Another roll of your hips and he shuts his eyes and hisses. You decide to leave the rolling for another time, eager to take him base to tip as deep inside of you as he can go, and you begin to bounce. Shallow bounces, enough to see how deeply he reaches, but they grow as you realize you can accommodate more and more of him. 

“Naruto,” you call and he opens his eyes to watch you, a goddess working her body above him. He’s in awe and he can’t describe how warm he feels so he simply watches, his top cock spasming and twitching while the blunt head of it remains snug against your clit. He refuses to look away, not when he can see the sweet sticky web of your arousal mixing with his coating his cock with every bounce and drop of your hips.

“I think something is happening,” he pants out and you grin, leaning over his torso and increasing the pace of your hips. The wet plop, plop, plop of your ass and sticky pussy dropping against his tail fills the cove and you know that you’re close too. You scratch your nails along his defined abdomen, all man in that aspect, and he groans, feeling himself cumming inside of you. 

His cum feels different than you imagined it would, warm but sticky and viscous, and you cum alongside him. Your cunt pulses in time with your moans and you gradually slow your hips, eventually stuttering until they still completely and you bury your face in his chest to catch your breath.

“That was…” your face is still buried against his skin, it smells clean and salty like the air around you, and he simply laughs in agreement. Usually he’s the one who lacks the words but this time he has left you speechless and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sun soars higher in the sky and you stay pressed against his chest for as long as you can, his cocks eventually softening and retracting back into his tail, the same flap covering them falling back into place. It takes awhile for you to catch your breath, his release oozing out of you and flowing back onto his tail, but he breaks the contented silence.

“Did you mean it when you said you’re mine?”

You nod, smiling up at him from where you stay pressed against his body.

“Always.”

[mistpodfics]

an homage to dreams, in a language we no longer remember written by ninefish | @ratpadawan A Andor Podfic read by mistbornhero for Chromatic Characters Podfic Anthology

A reflection on Kenari and where Cassian comes from.

Podfic Length: 09:17 minutes

[bunnys-kisses]

kink-o-ween - day fourteen

lando norris - collars/leashes

cw: smut/pwp, collars & leashes, dom/sub, dirty talk/degrading language, rough sex, possessive behavior, missionary sex, protected sex

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

it was a choker. not a collar.

it was gold in colour and it was supposed to math your outfit for the dinner you and lando were attending. but anytime you caught sight of your boyfriend, you noticed his eyes on your neck.

and when he caught sight of you staring at him, he just smiled at you. he wished he could take a photo of you in the collar (choker). but about halfway through the dinner he decided that he could buy you something better.

something with his name on it.

it was a gift weeks later. you often got gifts from lando, he was that kind of partner. where he handed wrapped presents over to you casually with a smile that could melt glaciers.

but your surprise came when you unwrapped the box delicately and revealed the collar inside. it was black leather with padding on the inside and the charm in the front was his logo.

he turned your face to look at him and smiled, "how does it look?"

you jokingly asked, "are we getting a dog?" and soon lando's hand was on your thigh, pushing up the skirt you were wearing. he beamed at you, the boyish smile with something evil underneath.

"no, sweetheart. it's for you." his tone was sweet as he got closer to you. he saw how you held the collar, like it was the crown jewels. you'd look better with it around your throat.

"why the collar?" you asked as you felt a sexual shudder through your body. your pulse leapt at what was brewing inside of your lover.

his gaze met yours, "oh, for you wear to wear! after all, you're mine, right?" you swallowed and it only excited him more.

his hands hit your panties and pulled at the waistband to make it snap against your hip. there was something about lando norris that pulled you in. even when he bought you a collar.

it wouldn't go on you until you were naked and kneeling on his bed. the padded parts around your throat felt very comfortable, it wasn't tight enough to choke you. but, tight enough to make its presence known for you. you were wearing a symbol of him. the 'l' and the 'n' of his logo gleamed in the bedroom light.

he leaned in to kiss and you said, "you look amazing." before he pulled you into bed with you, "next time i'll get you a leash. so you don't wander too far." his joke only excited him more and you moaned against his jaw.

he got you onto your back and licked his lips. you looked up at him, you looked almost like a puppy. but, that was something for another day. while the sun shined through the trees outside, it was the two of you in his place.

"lando."

"i know. fuck, you look beautiful." he laughed a little as he rubbed his hard cock up against you. you saw that the head was dribbling a bit of precum. he tilted your chin to look up at him, "who's my good girl?"

you nodded and replied, "i am."

he leaned in to kiss you on the apple of your cheek before he let go of your chin to grab a condom from the nightstand. you were both careful that way. he laid up against you with his knees a little bent. he was chest to chest with you.

he admired your beauty below him as he got your legs around his waist. he exhaled deeply before he said, "you are beautiful. so beautiful. look pretty with my claim around your throat." he rubbed himself up against you and you moaned a little louder.

"please, lando."

"you can't stop me. i'm only saying what i'm seeing." his cock was painfully hard and it made you excited all over. his got his cock into you and you tense up for a moment.

then you relaxed and held onto his shoulders. he planted hands on either side of your waist and moved against you. your hips angled at a way to hit the perfect spot. you whined a little bit and held onto his shoulders as he bullied his cock against you.

lando wanted your collared, leashed, gagged, bound, anything he could get you in. he loved being the man on top, the one who pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. that made you see stars with the intensity of his movements.

you deserved only the best and that was what lando was. the best of the best.

he kissed at your jaw and raised a hand to your neck, where he placed his large palm over your throat. he groaned a little bit at the feeling of you. he couldn't feel your pulse through the padding, but he knew that your heart was racing at that moment.

"next time i just might use my hand as a collar. you look really pretty like this." he applied a little pressure, not enough to choke you. but enough that it made your cunt clench around him.

he licked his lips at the sight of you as he thrusted harder into you. he could feel the sweetest parts of you. how amazing you felt under his grasp. he was a greedy lover. possessive in certain ways. he always wanted to find ways to stake his claim on you. to make sure that you'd only want him.

the idea of him using his hand like a collar made your stomach flip, especially when you felt your brain get swarmed with the heat of lust. you could feel your heartbeat in your stomach as he continued to thrust against you. his pace was brutal and felt like he was pushing all your organs up.

you held onto him tightly, you even went as far as to leave a nice purple hickey on his neck. which only enticed him more, if he was going to mark you with a pretty collar. then you were going to mark him with a pretty hickey.

not that lando cared too much about the press' view of it come the next race. he'd wear it with pride, the knowledge that he was getting what those reporters were lacking. good pussy.

his thrusts were brutal and you held on for dear life. you moaned a little louder as the heat trailed through your body. you felt electric, you felt alive. you core throbbed with need for your handsome boyfriend. only lando could convince you to wear a collar like a dog.

maybe he could even convince you to bark if he really tried.

"you feel real good, sweetheart." he purred as he admired you with every hard thrust. he could see the shift in your breasts with every hard thrust of his hips.

"mmm, lando." you tilted your head a little farther back and he eyed the gleam of the charm. you were properly owned by him and that made his heart race.

he held onto the bed under as he really worked himself against you. you were painfully pretty with a collar on. he wanted you to wear his logo at all times. and if that didn't work then maybe some hickies on your skin.

his pace began to become less steady as he worked your cunt. feeling it grip around his cock and make him see stars. you felt like a dream against him as he moved. your arms were soon wrapped around his neck and the two of you were deeply kissing.

"so beautiful and all mine." he praised. it made something curl in his gut as he held onto the covers tightly. you two were chest to chest and your kisses lingers across his cheeks.

your back arched a little bit as you felt the thrill of pleasure through you. your toes curled a little as you tensed up and eventually climaxed around his cock. you held him close and added another bite to his neck. it made him groan, he liked that.

"you are an angel." he groaned, his pace only quickened and fucked you with such force that it made your body feel overstimulated. you gasped loudly as he bullied his cock up against you.

"please, lando." you whined as you arched your back a little more. but you were trapped under him as he fucked you with a high intensity. with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips, he finished in the condom.

he tensed up then relaxed as he felt the flood of emotions in his brain. he panted heavily as he clutched onto the bed tightly. he kissed you on the lips as he slowed his pace down to a stop.

"fuck." you exhaled when he broke the kiss.

lando stopped and then dropped on the bed beside you. he looked at you as you turned to face him. his fingers trailed across the collar and he licked his lips. you looked divined, sexually blissed out and collared.

"how does another round sound?" he asked with a hint of a smile.

you held his face, "you're insatiable, lando."

"of course, sweetheart. only for you." he said as his hands dragged across your heated skin. he needed you in every way he could have you. and with the sun still in the sky, there was more than enough time to enjoy his girlfriend.

-

while the collar couldn't have been worn while you were out and about. but lando thought of that when he bought the collar. so while you were out of your shared home, you had a choker (not collar) with a little charm of his logo on it.

a reminder always, that you were his. and his only. <3

[covetyou]

howl-o-ween

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader  rating: Explicit (18+ only!)  warnings: sex toys (a cock sleeve like this one), unprotected P in V, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, creampie, Joel in a dress, reader likes Joel in a dress, teeth as a euphemism for balls, talk of knots but this is not a/b/o, fluff. word count: 6k summary: The light beckons you over like a moth to a flame, and your weary bones follow, taking you across three lawns and up the steps, straight into the arms of Joel Miller.

A/N: a few months ago @missredherring said "how do you feel about those werewolf dildos?" and changed the entire tragectory of this fic. thank you, I love you 💛 this one's for you bb, and that beaut of an oracle card you pulled, position and all.

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The porch light is on when you get home and pull into your empty driveway. It was like a beacon - drawing your eye where it so often drew all of you; across three lawns and straight up the steps to Joel's front door.

Though, this time, it's not lit for you. It's not there to guide you through the darkness and into his waiting arms. And, though you'd never admit it, you feel oddly territorial about it - jealous. That's your light. Except, for today, it's not.

Today, it's illuminated for the swathes of little ghouls and beasties that have been stomping the streets in search for treats, swarming like a plague of locusts on each household until candy buckets were empty and one by one, the lights shut off.

But not Joel's.

You try to push it to the back of your mind as you fumble with your keys in the darkness of your own front porch, and stash yourself away inside to wearily climb the stairs to wash the day away. The shower you take is hot, yet the heat does nothing to stop you thinking of him, wondering whether that light was just a forgotten detail of the day or a beckoning call to the only person who would really understand it.

Even when you step out from the stream of water and stretch, pushing deep into one hip and another, all you can think about his him and how much better he could make all of this. The pains he could soothe, the emptiness he could fill, the ache between your legs he could make so much, much worse.

That's how you end up standing at your front window, face pressed to the glass, staring at the light that's still taunting you, wondering if maybe it is on for you after all.

It's also how you end up halfway down your driveway before you even think to call or text him.

And, as you step onto his porch in mismatched pajamas, unlaced shoes, and a flannel shirt that wasn't your own, you think you're somehow the most strange and yet most normal thing to have climbed up here tonight. There's no witches hat or vampire teeth. No empty bucket in your hand or silly t-shirt.

No, it was just you - tired eyes and all, hoping that the light that had been a signal to them was now a signal to you, and that he'd be happy to see you.

There's a shuffling stomp behind the door after you knock. Then, it's swinging inward so suddenly you jump back as something distinctly Joel-sized growls from behind a black net, only to stop with a surprised cough when you stare at it with wide eyes. One large hand tugs the net down and tosses it to the side, and the toothy grin of a dark eyed wolf greets you in the doorway.

It's undoubtedly Joel. You'd know those shoulders anywhere, even if they are beneath the prettiest pink dress you've ever seen. You look him up and down, eyes darting from the bonnet on his head, the stifling plastic mask strapped to his face, before pulling down his chest, following pink all the way down until pink turns into the gray of well worn sweatpants.

With a huff, he tugs at the mask, yanking it from his head to reveal ruffled hair, rosy cheeks, and a bashful look in his eye that says he's almost embarrassed to see you.

"Thought you were a trick-or-treater," he says, with a nervous rub to his neck.

"And I thought you were my Grandma."

"Very funny," he says, rolling his eyes and pulling you in toward him, closing the door the second you're in over the threshold. "Been waitin' for you."

If that wasn't the confirmation you needed, it is when he snaps the porch light off and leans down to kiss you against the wall, pinning you there with one broad hand to your waist while the other latches and locks the door.

"Joel, what about Sarah," you say after a moment, turning your head from the heat of his kiss.

"Little Red ain't here. Last minute change of plans. Her mom came to pick her up for some party her neighbor was throwin' for the kids. Been on solo door duty all evenin', killin' time waitin' for you."

You kiss him then, tugging at the curls at the back of his neck while his hands roam under the flannel shirt you'd stolen from him some weeks ago, feeling up and down the curve of your spine as you arch into him. Where you had felt so exhausted moments ago, you now feel energized, ready to leap at him and let him do as he pleased with you, even if it was right here against the door.

"So..." you mumble into his mouth, through soft kisses neither of you seem to be able to resist pressing to each others mouths. "You've been by yourself... for four hours... in a dress?"

Joel stops kissing you the moment he feels your lips twist upward into a smile.

"What if I have? Problem with that?" he says, with a quirk to his eyebrow as he stares down at you, still pinned to the wall.

Briefly, you consider if you really do have a problem with it. Mostly because you realize, as you look at him and the dress wrapped around him, that you really, very much, do not have a problem with it at all. Even in swathes of pink and frills, he's beautiful, and you can't stop thinking about the shape of him hidden beneath the loose drape of fabric.

"No," you say with a shrug, trying to keep the heat out of your cheeks. "You look great. Pink suits you, Grandma Joel."

A growl makes it's way up Joel's throat and he nips at your lips, tilting your head back with one strong hand and grabbing your wrist as your fingers plays idly with the fabric of his dress with the other.

"Do not call me Grandma," he says, pulling your hand down to the front of his skirt. "Feel like a Grandma to you, darlin'?"

"I can't say I've ever felt a Grandma before but - Oh, my," you say with a smirk, catching Joel's eyebrow raised in warning. You grind your palm gently against him, wiggling your fingers down and down, cupping the heft of his balls, feeling as the blood that was reddening his cheeks pumps to his cock, thickening it beneath your hand. "What big... teeth you have. Very big teeth."

"You sure about that?"

You nod into the cradle of his hand, his fingers scratching gently at your scalp as you tease and taunt him. "Uh-huh. Biggest teeth. Best teeth. My favorite teeth, actually."

"Never had any teeth you like better, huh?" he says, holding back a laugh.

"Never," you say, grinning back. "Question is, are they still your own teeth, Grandma?"

He growls again then, spinning you from the wall and scraping his teeth against your neck. He moves you back - further from the door and further into his home, guided only by the flickering light of the TV. He sucks the blood to the surface on your neck, bruising you while you sigh and turn to putty into his arms and then, with a sharp pinch to your ass and a swift smack that sends the muscle jiggling, he's pulling back and pushing you toward the stairs.

"Get your ass upstairs. I'll give you fuckin' Grandma."

You practically squeal in delight, cackling as you kick off your shoes and make a run for the stairs, legs quaking as you try to take them two at a time, give up half way and scramble up the rest of the way with your hands.

At the top, you turn to look at the smirking figure of Joel.

"Are you gonna come eat me, Grandma Joel?"

You can hear as he cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, clicking his tongue against his teeth. You can barely hold in your giggles as he tries to look menacing in that pink dress, slowly ascending the stairs and staring daggers into you.

"You're lucky you're so damn cute, or there'd no fuckin' chance I'd be getting hard enough to give you what you're actin' out for," he grumbles, having to lift the skirt above his knees to stop himself from tripping.

"Is Were-Joel better?" you say through a laugh, taking a step back as he finally towers above you again when he reaches the top of the stairs and drags you toward his room.

Pulling you inside, he claims your mouth with a bruising kiss, cradling your head in his two massive hands while his tongue licks into your mouth.

"Were-Joel is stupid, but yeah," he mumbles into you, "Were-Joel is better."

Together, you make quick work of your own clothes. The flannel is the first thing to go, tossed straight onto Joel's laundry hamper for him to deal with. You'd steal another soon anyway. Your pajamas follow - t-shirt dumped on the floor and shorts pulled low enough for you to wiggle them the rest of the way down and kick them off the end of your feet. You moan the moment Joel's warm, rough hands connect with your bare skin, grabbing every part of you he can reach. He gropes your breasts in both massive hands, puckering the flesh with the soft grip of his fingertips, while your hands find his neck and scratch. He groans, stretching into the itch of your nails across his skin.

The front of Joel's dress has started to tent. You can feel it every time he grinds forward, pushing you back until you're forced to hop up onto his bed, legs spread so he can slot between them.You hold yourself to him, scratching through the pink fabric while his soft bulge stiffens with each roll of his hips into your clothed core.

Then, when he goes to yank the dress over his head, you stop him, gripping tight to his hands and sheepishly shaking your head.

"Leave the dress on? Just for a little bit."

Your face is hot as you say it, and Joel's inquisitive look turns to a laugh, then a smile, crinkling his eyes just before he gently bumps his nose into yours.

"Yeah?" he says. "You really like it, huh?"

You shrug, "Pink's your color."

"Really? S'the color that does it for you."

"Careful."

"Careful?" he taunts, licking his tongue across his teeth and looking you up and down. "Or what?"

He's still between your legs. He's still hard, he's still looking down at you, and he's still between your legs. Taking a deep breath, you try not to let the heat of him distract you, or the way he looks at your near naked body as you straighten your shoulders and look him straight in the eye. "Or I'll... huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you...r house down."

You hear his eyes as they roll in his head, and you have to stifle a laugh with a hard bite of your bottom lip.

"Come on. Ain't even the same fairytale any more, darlin'."

"So?"

"So, as the only wolf around here, and given you ain't got anythin' for me to blow, I best get to eatin'."

You fake gasp and clutch a hand to your chest, giving him a scandalized look as you try to mask the not so subtle way you feel the muscle of his arm flex beneath your other hand.

"No, Gran- Were-Joel, don't eat me. I promise I don't taste good."

"Now that's a damn fuckin' lie," he says just as your world is tipping on it's head, your legs pushed back and toppling you back onto his sheets in fits of laughter. "Best pussy I've ever tasted."

Forcing a deadpan look onto your face, you sit up on your elbows while he tries, and fails to grab hold of your panties. "Oh," you say. "Oh, we're talking about that kind of eating?"

One long, slow blink from Joel later, and you're laughing again, curling in on yourself, while he gives up with your panties and instead pulls down his sweatpants beneath the dress, and kicks them away.

"You're gonna be the death of me, you realize that, right?"

The touch of his lips to your thigh calms your giggles in an instant. Then, when the scruff on his cheek brushes your other thigh, you let your legs fall apart.

"There she is," he murmurs between your legs. "You gonna stop playin' around and let me take care of her now?"

You nod down to him, breath suddenly stolen from you as you look down at Joel, pretty in pink.

"Good."

With that, he presses a kiss to your clothed mound, taking a deep breath and mumbling something you think sounds like "so fuckin' good", before working fingers under the waistband and pulling them off your legs, leaving you totally nude.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he says, as he lowers himself to the floor between your legs. "Get more beautiful every time I see you, y'know that?"

His lips suck at your inner thigh then, nipping the skin before he trails kisses up higher and higher, tugging you slightly to pull you down the bed and closer to his waiting mouth. You're in half a mind to joke about your pussy being flattered, but you know the time for jokes is over, and that what he said he very much means, when you look down to see his dark eyes staring straight back at you before he makes that first, delicious swipe of his tongue across your cunt.

He starts softly. Kitten licks to your labia, slowly tasting all of you, before kissing around your clit were it waits for him, less and less patient as his teasing goes on. His thick fingers rest on your thighs, kneading and stroking the delicate skin while is tongue flicks out to make a tentative, soft lick over your clit. Then, he's sucking it into his mouth, releasing, licking, and kissing it before starting the cycle all over again, making out with the sensitive nub and suckling away at it while you start to moan and sigh beneath him.

You were right. This was the exact kind of ache you wanted him to give you. Throbbing, deep, and desperate. Each swipe of his tongue making you want more. A self fullfilling prophecy of tongue fucking you into oblivion, and you wish you had the patience to stay here forever, to not want to be pushed over the edge by him and his wicked tongue.

He parts you with his thumbs, spreading you wide and using the digits to dip inside ever so slighty, igniting your core and making you whine for more. He gives it to you - one finger slipping into his mouth and coming out slick before tentatively dipping into your hole, fucking you with the tip until he can sink it down to the knuckle.

Sliding another finger in, he circles your clit with a soft tongue, fingers moving slowly as they stretch you. You arch your back into him, already feeling the tightness in your belly coil, ready to snap the second he picks up momentum.

"Two good?" he murmurs, breath ghosting over your twitching clit.

The noise you make is neither a yes or a no. Two is good, but you're not really sure two is enough. There's a stretch you're craving, you think, and you don't quite know how to put words to it, so your vague "ungh" will have to do.

Somehow, despite not even really knowing yourself, Joel does.

"Want more? I can give you more, darlin'," he says, slipping in a third finger, letting the stretch ease as you groan through it, before pumping them gently and returning to his steady, measured licks over your clit.

That's it, you think, and your eyes are closing, sending you away with the sensation of Joel between your legs, fucking his fingers deep and flicking his tongue against your swollen clit again, and again, and again.

Your fingers are gripping the sheets, your head is turning from side to side, your back arching as you whine and quiver, begging Joel for something, anything, and then the pace picks up, the delicate circles of his tongue turning firmer until your feet are pressing into the mattress and you're pressing into his face, the orgasm you were chasing smashing into you while you fuck yourself against his fingers, his mouth.

Then, he's pulls the wet heat of his mouth off of you, kissing all around your dripping pussy as it pulses around his fingers, your legs now floppy and boneless.

"Y'good?" he pants, sliding his fingers from your core and giving you one final lick, tasting your slick hole and nudging his nose into your clit, humming a laugh when you twitch with sensitivity.

"So good," you slur, watching him stand up, pink dress creased at the knee, and a distinct darker pink spot right at the tip of the prominent tent in the fabric.

You're very awake suddenly, when you see it.

"You can take it off now," you say, not bothering to look him in the eye when something much more important has your attention.

"Can I?" he teases, wiggle the dress up to his knees before dropping it down again.

"Take off the fucking dress, Joel."

You can't explain how much you want him in this moment. Your slick is still on his fingers and his chin, and he's rock solid for you beneath the dress and you think that, somehow, he's never looked better. Only, you think - no, you know - he'd look better with the dress off now, wearing nothing but you sheathed around his cock.

He grabs at his crotch through the dress, gripping around his length so you can see the outline of him clear as day, a trail of wetness pulling up from the bigger patch that had been forming.

"It's Were-Joel," he teases.

"Take it off, Were-Joel."

He does. One second its around his broad shoulders and the next it's off, thrown somewhere behind him, and he's completely naked, cock standing to attention in front of him, the tip slick and shiny with pre-cum.

"This what you after?" he says, holding the thick shaft by the base and shaking it toward you.

"Just give me your werewolf cock already, Were-Joel," you joke, reaching for him and spreading your legs shamelessly for him. "Or I swear, I'm gonna start howling."

You can practically see the lightbulb flick on above his head.

"Oh, I got somethin' to give you alright," he says, and you watch his work-toned back as it retreats into the bathroom, ass wiggling with each step.

"Don't you dare, Joel," you say as the door pulls closed, leaving you there on the bed. "Joel!"

Of course, you could get up and follow him. You could throw yourself back and get frustrated with being left so suddenly.

Instead, all you feel is excitement as it creeps up your toes, wiggles its way through your belly, and settles at the back of your throat in an excited, stifled, giggle. You hadn't had a surprise from Joel in some months and, while the sex was excellent, there was something thrilling about not knowing what he'd come out with next. You already knew there were some secrets he was keeping - he never did let you into his toy drawer unsupervised - but knowing you were very likely about to get treated to one of the many weird and wonderful toys Joel had was making you giddy.

You just about stop the excited vibration of your legs when Joel comes out of the bathroom. You're not sure what you expected, but at first glance, you don't see much of anything wrong.

Even when he tosses a bottle of lube onto the bed behind you, you can't see anything different. It's only when he turns to the side before climbing up beside you that you see the seeming deformity to his cock - a large bulge near the base that definitely wasn't there before.

Then, you see the silicone ring hugging his balls, and it all clicks into place while Joel looks at you with amusement.

"Oh my god," you say, staring at it with your mouth open.

If it wasn't clear silicone, maybe you would've seen it more easily. The lump is sheathed over his dick on a cock sleeve, held to him with a cockring fitting snugly over his balls, and sat right at the base of him where you so liked to sit yourself.

"Wanted a werewolf cock, didn't you?" he says, grinning lopsidedly while you stare. "Remembered I had this thing."

"There's no way I can take that, Joel," you say, finally looking up at him now that he'd climbed beside you, hands skating over your body again now that he was finally close enough.

"Don't have to take all of it, darlin'," he says, kissing your shoulder. "Can take it off right now if you really want. Though I do remember a certain someone takin' both my balls in their tight little cunt not too long ago."

You swallow thickly, his mouth sucking gently at your neck while his hands stroke softly across your belly, your thighs. "That was different, I... fuck, Joel."

In truth, you do want it. The whole thing, weird Were-Joel knot and all. So, you turn to him, catching his mouth with yours, and reach for that bottle of lube, steely determination in you when you finally grip his cock with your free hand.

"Give it to me."

He lights up, fire in his eyes, and pushes you down, grabbing and kissing you as you try to push him up, hook your legs around him, pull him in closer, to line him up with your core so you can feel the rippled bulge of the silicone knot as it slips up and down your slick pussy.

Joel drizzles lube over the top of his cock, gasping when the cold liquid hits him, before turning the bottle to you, watching the clear fluid dribble out over your cunt. It's cold when it hits, trickling down your seam to wet the bed beneath you. Neither of you care, not when Joel's fingers are swiping through the mess and pushing in, other hand on his own cock, stroking the head as he fucks fingers into you and feels you flutter around them.

"Don't think you'll have a problem takin' all o' this, darlin'," he says to you. "You want it fuckin' bad, don't you?"

You haul yourself up to kiss him while he finger fucks you and fucks his own fist. If you didn't know about the thing wrapped around his dick, you'd settle for tonight ending like this, his fingers knuckle deep while he spurts ropes of cum all over you. But, you want it, so your fingers snake up his leg to squeeze gently at his balls, slick with lube and taut from the ring around them.

"I always want it bad, Joel."

Legs splayed, he pushes you back, and swpies his cock through the mess between your legs. He wastes no time pressing his broad tip into you. You gasp the second he breaches you, your hands finding purchase on his golden shoulders while he teases the tip in and out, before pressing in deeper.

"How do you always feel so good," you say in breathless amazement when he's half way burried in you. "Every time."

You both groan when he pulls out and pushes back in, deeper still, until you feel the edge of the toy nudging at your entrance, and he stops.

"Magic dick," he jokes, voice low and husky. "Maybe I shoulda been a witch this year."

"Not a wizard?"

He shrugs, moving onto his forearms to kiss you without pressing further in, beyond the rim of the knot strapped to his cock. "You liked the dress."

There it is. That feeling that'd been pushing down for months, blooming in your chest again. He so often said things like this - little things that meant not much of anything to most people, but meant the world to you. It wasn't about the dress, if you thought about it. It was knowing that there was someone in the world that was happy and willing to do something, just because you liked it.

You're still and staring at him with glassy eyes when he nudges your nose with his own.

"Think you can take more?"

"Yeah. I want it, Joel, please."

He's gentle when he presses forward next. He reaches a hand between you, pulling you open as he pushes in, checking the toy strapped to him is lubed up enough to not feel dry as it spreads you wider than you'd been in some time.

Because, despite what he said, it is bigger than his balls. They were pulled tight into a ball-torpedo that day, and while the girthy stretch of it was amazing, it was nothing compared to this. This one felt like him.

You could feel his head push deeper, while the solid slickness of his shaft parted you wider, and then the stretch of the silicone knot - firm but yeilding, and as warm and wet with lube as the rest of his cock. You could barely tell where he ended and it began, and you didn't really care to work it out. Even when it stretched you to the widest point, pressing into your entrance with the rest of him to finally slip home with one more press forward of Joel's hips. It filled you - he filled you - and you groaned at the stretch, the feel of yourself clamping around down his cock, the knot, moulding your insides to this new shape of him.

You're breathing heavy when he stills inside you, murmuring in your ear words that you don't hear until he's gently squeezing your cheeks. 

"Y'ain't all fucked out already, are you?" he says, looking into your dazed eyes.

You aren't. Well, you are. The ridges and ripples of the toy lodged inside you along with his cock are pushing against just about every sensitive spot you have, and you don't quite think you have words to say anything, let alone explain it all to Joel.

So, you just nod dumbly at him, whining and grabbing at him to make him move.

The first rock of his hips barely shifts him inside of you, but you can't help the deep groan that pulls out of your chest. It's like he's locked so impossibly deep inside of you that every movement of his cock nudges deeper.

He's careful not to pull the full width of the knot out of you for a while. He just moves, slowly, checking your face where your brows draw tight together and your mouth quivers with the intensity of it all.

Then, when you finally adjust enough to kiss him again, he pulls out, swallowing down your gasp when the knot stretches your sensitive entrance.

Tears spring to your eyes when he pushes back in. It doesn't hurt - not even close - but it's so fucking much that you can't help it, your entire body alive and burning with each movement he makes.

"Joel," you wail, biting into his shoulder as you quiver and quake. You're entirely out of control of your body now, but it doesn't matter. It's safe with Joel - it always has been - and you grip him as best you can while the last dregs of your self control slip away.

"I got you," he says his hands sliding under your ass, and up your back, hugging you to him. "C'mere."

You're bonelessly hauled into his lap, Joel grunting with the effort and the feel of how you clench around him with the shift os his cock rooted deep in you.

"Fuck. There we go. Y'feel that?"

You do. He must know you do by how babble and whine in his ear.

However the toy felt before, it feels even more intense like this. You're sat with your legs wrapped around him, perched on his lap while his thighs are splayed wide to stablize both of you. His cock hasn't moved from it's place deep inside you, but the shift of your body is making the knot nudge that spot inside you usually only his fingers can find.

"Fff-uck, Joel. Joel," you manage to warn, before a tear spills over your waterline. "Don'tstopdon'tfuckingstop."

The flash of concern on his face is only brief as he swipes away the tear, but then he hears you, listens, and rocks against you, pubic hair grinding against your swollen clit as the knot lcosk the two of you together.

It's overwhelming how deep he is and how full you feel. So overwheleming, you just can't help it. That's your excuse, anyway.

"I lo- " you gasp, choking back your own words when he fucks particularly deep.

"What was that?" He asks, groaning as you pulse around him.

"I - I like you," you say into his neck, wincing at your fucking stupidity for letting anything slip, for being too fucked out and cock drunk to think of a better cover than you like him.

"Yeah?" Joel says, a smile in his voice. "You like me?"

You're about to answer, when he pulls back, the knot popping from you before pressing in deep again, making you scramble to grip hold tight of him with the feel of it.

"Ye-es! S-so much."

"Really?"

He does it again, this time pulling you up too, practically making you bounce and fuck yourself onto his knot, and you suddenly don't give a shit what comes out of your mouth now, just that it makes Joel keep doing whatever it is that's happening right now. You feel so wet, you're certain you're dripping, making a mess of his cock, his balls, his thighs, his sheets.

"Yes."

The knot slips out and you pull yourself down onto it this time, groaning when you bottom out and he holds you to him, fucking up into you in shallow movements that are so deep you can feel it in your belly.

"Oh god, yeah."

Wrapping his arms around you, he grinds deep then, pulling you down onto him with each roll of his hips, the friction of his pubic hair against your clit making you howl into his chest.

It feels like panic, but you know it's not. You know it's not because it's as much in your cunt, in your belly, in your spine, than it is in your throat. Still, it bubbles up just the same, frantic desperate words coming out in a stream of nonsense before you know what's about to hit you.

"Joel, Joel, fuck, Joel - I - uhhnng -"

But Joel knows.

He keeps grinding deep, keeps pulling you down, murmuring in your ear filthy encouragement. Your hands struggle to grip him now, the sweat on his skin making him slick as he holds you up, pulls you down, fucks you deeper than you've ever been fucked before.

And then, like a dam, it breaks. You silently scream into his chest, tears spilling down your face, your pussy throbbing and clenching and gushing all over him while he never, not for a second, stops fucking you through it.

Even when you slump in his arms, whining and still coming, flooding his cock, he keeps going.

"That's it," he growls. "That's it, come on it. Come all over me."

You wish you could see him. You wish you had the energy to pull yourself off of him and look at his beuatiful cock and the mess you'd made of it, how throbbing and desperate it was for you, balls gripped tight by the ring and base held stiff by the knot. You'd fuck yourself onto it, if you could. Instead, you just pant in his arms, nodding into his chest, kissing and licking at just about any part you can while he ruts into you.

"You want this?" he grunts, grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks, letting you somehow slip further down him with the spread.

He grunts loudly in your ear then, panting deep breaths while his chest heaves. "Fuck - fuckin' thing on my balls, not gonna last, say you want it," he begs. "Tell me you want it."

"I want you, I want you, Joel, I want you," you babble into his neck, grabbing his face, kissing him as he grunts into your mouth, cock throbbing where it impales you, balls tight as he comes as deep in you as he's ever been. You think it might just be the hardest he's ever came in you, with how still he goes, and how long he groans - the deep sound of it turning into a desperate whine while his hips cant and rock and fuck you like he's possessed.

And, when it's over, he holds you still, unconciously rocking the two of you gently, bodies so slick with sweat and come that it's a wonder you can even keep yourselves held together.

It's with a groan that he lays you both back. Then, gingerly, he pulls out and tugs the toy off his cock and balls, throwing it to the floor. With delicate kisses to your sweaty chest, he milks the last drops of cum from his cock, smearing it over your used, swollen cunt, as more of him dribbles out of you onto the sheets.

"Marking your territory are you, Were-Joel?" you say with a sleepy, contented smile up at him.

"Not much o' one for pissin' on people, so," he says with a lopside shrug and a soft smile, "Yeah." And he wipes the last drop of cum onto your clit, before kissing you and falling beside you, pulling your legs over his and cradling your spent body against his chest.

You cuddle for a while, falling into a sleepy doze as your hands wander. Then the warmth of him is away, kissing your hairline, and back not a moment later with water placed on the bedside table and a damp towel for between your thighs.

The wet patch is whisked away, dragged off the bed by Joel and replaced with a different comforter as you crawl into his bed, waiting for him beneath the fresh sheets, where he flicks the room into darkness and holds you to him once more.

When you're both settled, your heartbeats calmed and your breaths shallow and sleepy, Joel clears his throat.

"You do know Were-Joel is just man-Joel, right?" he says, his voice rumbling in his chest and straight to your ear.

"Mhm," you yawn. "I told you ages ago I like man-Joel best of all. I'd take him over any of the other Joel's any day."

"Hm," he says with a smile. "That so?"

"Yep."

"Nothin' else?"

"Nope," you mumble into his chest, sleep coming for you quicker and quicker now that his voice is right there soothing you to sleep.

"Alright then."

And you think that's it, that that is all he has to say, that you can both drift off to sleep, warm and safe in each others embrace.

"I love you too."

Your head snaps up to look at him in the dark. He pushes your hair from your face, and you laugh, suddenly giddy and silly and with too much energy and nowhere to put it. "Joel!"

You can see a sliver of his gentle smile in the dark, feel it as he presses it to your forehead, and your laughter dies down knowing that it's not a joke, that he heard you, that he knows, that he accepts your silence not as rejection but as something else, something you know to be true but can't name, even to yourself, even here so safe and warm and content in his arms that it could never be anything else.

"G'night, darlin'."

And as you fall asleep you just hope that maybe, in the morning, you'll be able to say those three little words too.

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She's got a heart made for devotion and a body made for sin 😈

This is paired with Stede's very revealing devil costume, you can tell Ed picked these out with only the purest of intentions in mind!

Next up in Ash-O-Ween will be some cringe-fail stepdad energy!!

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A/N: Listen, it's complicated for Vox, alright? Give the man some slack.

SUMMARY: You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you.

Until one day, the mysterious anonymous hater (probably) accidentally revealed themselves to be the one and only TV demon, an Overlord and CEO of everything technological and modern.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, dual POV, enemies to f*ck buddies to something indescribable, Vox is a bratty sub, dom!reader, Vox takes a lot of L's but he secretly enjoys it, reader is sexually liberal and confident, Vox is bad with feelings, Vox has a humiliation kink

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“Are you listening? Vox? VOX!” Val’s screech cut through the haze, his glare piercing through Vox’s intense focus. Vox glanced up briefly, raising a single index finger in the universal sign for ‘just a moment.’ 

Vox was engrossed in his daily ritual of watching her latest VoxTube video. Ever since launching a cyber-attack on her account, this infuriating woman had somehow managed to turn every setback into an advantage, boosting her fame and influence. At this rate, he could almost envision her seated across from him at the Overlord meeting in a few decades' time. 

In his mind’s eye, she wore one of her signature cocktail dresses that hugged her perfect figure. Her makeup was sharp and dramatic, accentuating her dangerously alluring smoky eyes. And her lips – fuck – those lips – he could already hear the verbal destruction they would unleash, full of snarky comments about VoxTek and him, just as she had loudly proclaimed in her video for years.  

He imagined staring her down across the table, her smirk daring him, challenging him, to come at her. She radiated defiance and confidence, qualities that both infuriated and captivated him in equal measure.  

Fuuuuuuuck.  

Why did he find that so fucking sexy? It was maddening what she was doing to him.  

The worst part of all this was that she probably had no idea how much she tormented him daily. She ravaged the database in his mind, corrupting all the other files to ensure he only thought of her.  

He continued to watch the video; his eyes glued to her face. Her latest video was some stupid challenge she had collaborated with some no-name VoxTuber. They were challenging each other to different silly little games, like how many cookies one could shove in their mouth. The loser would have to eat a spoonful of sinnamon.  

“Ai WEEN!” she declared; her mouth full of cookies. Beige-coloured crumbs spilled from her lips, and her cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk’s, preparing for hibernation.  

The tips of his lips twitched upwards.  

This was so stupid.   

Yet, it was also fucking adorable. 

“Give it up, Val,” Velvette said, scrolling through her phone as she lounged beside Vox. Her voice was exasperated as she lifted her legs and draped them across Vox’s lap. “You should be used to this by now. He’s been a die-hard fan of hers for, like, ten years.” 

Spine straightening, Vox immediately paused the video. “Not a die-hard fan, Velvette,” he corrected, trying to remain pleasant and nonchalant. “Listen, she’s going to be a threat with how popular she’s getting using my network.” His gaze bounced between Velvette, who looked bored, and Val, who raised a brow in disbelief.  

Velvette scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Please,” she flicked her wrist dismissively, “I’ve met the bitch, and trust me, all she cares about is having a fucking good time while getting filthy rich.” 

Vox blinked, a crackle of static electricity leaping from his eyes and travelling down his body, fizzling by the front of his pants. “What?” He turned towards Velvette, who was back to scrolling through her phone. Forcing out a chuckle, his right eye twitched uncontrollably.  

“What?” Velvette parroted, a hint of mockery colouring her tone.  

“Oh, I don’t know, Velvette,” Vox said, his tone light but dripping heavily with sarcasm, “she’s only my biggest enemy –” Val snorted, and Vox shut him up with a sharp glare, “and you didn’t think to tell me that you fucking met her?” He swung his arms out, making a grand gesture to emphasize how big of a deal this was.  

“Uh, wasn’t that radio shithead your biggest –” Velvette finally looked up from her phone, her eyes dancing with amusement.  

“I can have multiple enemies, Velvette!” Vox interrupted, not wanting to hear any mention of that radio prick right now. Besides, he hadn’t thought of him ever since she came into the picture and plagued every waking and sleeping moment of his damn life.  

“Riiiight,” she said before her lips turned into a sly smirk. “Maybe I should’ve told her how she secretly has the number one biggest fan –” 

“Not a fan!” Vox cut her off once again, forcing another chuckle where his voice wheezed from trying to control the irritation before he blew a fuse in his head.  

“Right, right,” she cackled as she began to text something on her phone. “Apparently, she already has a number one fan.” 

Vox tilted his head, error messages popped up in front of his mind’s eyes as he tried to digest her words. “What?” His voice came out in a pathetic squeak, and he cleared his throat, forcing his shoulders to relax as he leaned casually back onto the couch. “Yeah? And who would that be?” He pulled his gaze back down to the video of the girl who plagued his mind.  

He didn’t care.  

He knew she had numerous fans. He had pulled her data and saw that the majority of her fans were all older than her by several decades to even centuries. Those Sinners that all watched her mindless content were all losers.  

The phone screen darkened until it fell asleep from no activity, and his face was reflected back at him.  

They were all losers.  

“Yeah, she got super sloshed that night. Honestly, I don't understand why you hate her. She’s fucking hilarious,” Velvette laughed out loud, her face morphing into a genuine affectionate smile that he had only seen her flash to him and Val.  

“Anyway, it’s some creep by the name ScreenGuy with like some numbers or whatever,” she said, her laughter echoing in the room. “Apparently, that guy’s been buying her used sex toys for like a fucking decade!”  

Heat rose to Vox’s head, but this time it was for a different reason. His thoughts raced, trying to hide the fact that he was ScreenGuy or rather ScreenDude69. 

“Ugh, seriously?” Val chimed in as he sashayed back to the couch and sat on the single-seater. “What a loser,” he added.  

Vox forced a laugh, trying to hide his embarrassment and anger. “Yeah, what a loser,” he muttered, his voice lacking conviction. He turned away, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. How had he let himself become so obsessed? His eyes flickered back to the dark screen of his phone, reflecting his troubled expression.  

“I know,” Velvette said before she snorted. “And he hasn’t been purchasing them for some small chump change either. We’re talking in the hundreds of thousands.” She shook her head as her laughter died down. 

“But the funniest part,” she slapped Vox’s shoulder with the back of her hand, “you’re gonna love this, boys.” With a grin that was all teeth, she said, “half the time this bitch just sends him sex toys, brand new!” 

Both Velvette and Val’s laughter echoed in Vox’s head. He forced out his laughter to join them. The last thing he wanted them to know was that he was the loser who had been purchasing sex toys for the past decade from her.  

As Velvette’s laughter died down, she brought her phone back to her face. “Voxy, baby, if you want to meet your so-called greatest enemy, I’m hosting a party at the V club tomorrow night. And she just RSVP’d.” 

“I’ll check my schedule if I’m free,” Vox said in a casual tone. He was going to make sure he was free tomorrow. But first, he needed to step into a refrigerator to cool down his head.  

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just don’t bitch and moan if you miss out on the chance to see your crush,” Velvette said, waving her hand, signifying that she was over this conversation.  

Before Vox could retort that, once again, she was his enemy, there was a knock on the door. One of his assistants entered the room, his body shrinking under Vox’s attention. “Uhm, Vox, sir? You have a package from Hell Bay?” 

Vox’s heart skipped a beat. He tried to maintain his composure as he ordered the assistant. “Bring it in,” he said, his voice steady but his mind racing.  

The assistant placed the package on the table and left the room. Vox stared at the innocuous brown package, his thoughts a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. Velvette and Val were oblivious to the turmoil currently raging within him. He wanted to open it, but not here, not with them watching.  

Bolting out from his seat, Vox unceremoniously threw Velvette’s legs off his lap. She grumbled but didn’t protest as he quickly grabbed the package from the table.  

“You’ve been purchasing a lot of stuff from Hell Bay,” Valentino drawled, tilting his head as if he were trying to peek inside the sealed package. “What the hell are you buying from there?”  

Vox’s claws dug into the box, his mind racing for a plausible excuse. There was no way he was going to ever tell them that he was the so-called loser buying the used sex toy. Putting on his typical suave businessman’s facade, he shrugged his shoulders with a winning smile.  

“I’ve been ordering some computer parts since I have to update–” He stopped short, noticing that he had already lost Val’s interest. Velvette was off in her own little world, scrolling through her phone.  

Most times, Vox would’ve been pissed at Val for losing interest when he was the one who asked in the first place. But Vox supposed that during times like this, he was thankful for Val's short attention span.  

Satisfied that he wouldn’t press further; Vox straightened his shoulders and regarded Val and Velvette with a practised, confident smile. “Well, this has been fun,” he said, “but I have some work to catch up on.” 

As predicted, they both grunted, barely acknowledging Vox’s words. Val was now engrossed in whatever was on his phone.

Tucking the package under his arm, Vox casually strolled out of the room. Once the door clicked shut behind him, his legs sped up as he took a left instead of the usual right turn that would’ve led him to his office.  

He stopped in front of an unmarked door, and he leaned forward at the peephole, which was actually a camera he had installed a decade ago. The camera whirred as it locked onto his right eye. The mechanics of the lock began to click into place before a resounding, loud click echoed in the hallway. Vox checked left and right before quickly slipping inside.  

The room was small and dimly lit, filled with shelves of meticulously organized VoxTek’s sex toys. At first glance, anyone who stumbled into this hidden chamber might assume they were prototypes or a showcase of the company’s innovations.  

But the truth was far sadder.  

Each toy was one he had bought from her on Hell Bay.  

Every single one of them.  

His fingers trembled slightly as he traced the outer edge of the package, the same brown paper package he received nearly on a weekly basis for the last ten years.  

Anger, trepidation, elation, and shame mingled together into a noxious cocktail he was forced to stomach. He heard echoes of Velvette and Val’s mocking laughter at the poor chap – at him – who kept purchasing the sex toy, despite clearly being scammed out of his money.  

For fuck’s sake, just last week, she didn’t even rip off the original packaging or the discounted price tag before shipping it off to him. This girl was playing with him, mocking him. What was worse was that his pride couldn’t allow him to purchase her items for less than what he had paid for the Cobra dildo ten years ago. Spending an absurd amount of money on her was, in a twisted way, his attempt to assert his power, to show her how much richer and more influential he was.  

To show her…how daft he was.  

He knelt on the floor and opened the package slowly, the tear of the tape deafening in the silence. He knew he should stop purchasing his own damn company’s products from her, but if even half of them were truly used by her… 

He looked around, surrounded by the assortment of sex toys that were claimed to be used.  

Fuck, he hated her so much.  

He had probably spent over millions of dollars on her. He was trapped in a perverse cycle, pretending to be two people: one who sent her hate emails daily, filled with venom and vitriol, and the other that loyally purchased anything she put out on Hell Bay.  

Ten years.  

Fuck. Has it been ten fucking years already? 

Vox sighed, pressing his claws against the middle of his forehead. Had it really been this long? He took a deep breath and tore the package open, like ripping off a band-aid to see the rot that festered from the open wound.  

A cylindrical shaped toy flopped to the ground. It was a fleshlight in pristine condition. He curled his lips, realizing that this was the first time she had sent him a fleshlight and completely lied to him that she was selling one of her dildos.  

God fucking dammit. He got played by her. Again. 

At least she had the decency to tear off the price tag this time. With a weary sigh, he held the soft, silicone-made toy. He resolved that this would be the last toy he would buy from her. 

Velvette was right. 

She wasn’t a threat. 

She was more of an annoyance at best. He hated her, but she was also an insignificant little worm compared to him. She was nothing where he had his status, his wealth, and his power.  

But before his resolve could cement, a piece of what looked to be paper peeked out from within the hole of the fleshlight. Scrunching his brows together, he pulled it out and noticed her handwriting on one side of a photo.  

Trembling, he looked at the photo and nearly coughed out his heart. His head twitched as sparks flew, and he had to protect the photo lest it catch fire from the stray sparks.  

It was a photo of her – the top half specifically – where she was winking at the camera and wearing a tiny, bright sunshine yellow bikini top. It looked perfect on her, and the small piece of cloth barely covered her breast, much less the peaks of her nipples.  

If he pressed his face closer to the photo, he could see a hint of the light dusting of her areola.  

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, staring at the photo, his pants growing taut around him, almost chafing his cock from its tight confines.  

He turned the photo over, and in cute, neat handwriting, she had written: 

The note and the photo ignited something primal within him, a mix of anger and arousal. He felt a surge of heat that made his skin prickle with electricity. Vox’s claws gripped the edge of the photo, his breathing heavy as he struggled to contain his emotions.  

He could hear her voice as he reread her note. She would whisper these sweet, damning words. He could feel her phantom breath brushing against the side of his head, sending a wave of violent tingles down his spine.  

He shouldn’t. Fuck.  

He unbuttoned his pants.  

He really fucking shouldn’t.  

He unzipped his pants, each tooth unclicking reminding him of a death toll for his sanity.  

His claws traced the imprint of her lips tattooed on the note. He imagined those very same lips wrapped around his cock more times than he would like to admit.  

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he really fucking shouldn’t – his plea for self-restraint fell on deaf ears as he held his hardened, weeping cock and bowed his head in defeat. 

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[medusapelagia]

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[theesirenteller]

BLOOD 🩸BOUND

🄼🄰🅂🅃🄴🅁 🄻🄸🅂🅃

Pam Grier as Serafina

Eiza González as Maria Bellá Lopez

Manny’s words replayed in Serafina’s mind as she laid in bed at the ariza house. She hasn't known him long, less than 72 hours. But, he was by far the nicest, the most gentlemanly out of the men she'd met at the clubhouse. As she stared up at the chipped wallpaper in the bedroom she occupied, Serafina let out a deep breath and then proceeded to sit up. Almost instantly, pain shot up the side of her neck and inner curves of her inner thighs. The sensation was a hot, uncomfortable feeling that sent cold shivers down her spin. Her body was drenched in sweat, her white-blood stained t-shirt clung to her body like a second layer of skin. The moment she stood up, she felt lightheaded. Serafina ignored that feeling and walked out the room.

Instantly, the sound of multiple women chit-chatting could be heard. But, that wasn’t new. The Ariza house was always a jam packed whore house that hoarded feedlings for the bikers. It wasn’t her life plan to end up one, but she did. “Bout time you woke up, chica.” a familiar voice said from behind her.

Serafina turned around and almost instantly rolled her eyes, “Anyone would sleep like the dead when you’re getting sucked off by one.” She replied with a weak smile, “Where were you last night Marie-Bella? After you left with Bishop, I got worried.”

Marie-Bella wassup an alluring beauty in Mexico. Her long, raven-black hair cascades down her shoulders, framing a face that is both sharp and captivating. Deep, expressive eyes—accentuated by a hint of intensity—tell a story of a life lived on the edge. Her full lips, often painted a deep crimson, reveal a quiet confidence, hinting at her undeniable influence among those in her circle.

Clad in a sleek black corset and matching leather pants, she emanates an effortless sensuality. The detailed studs lining her pants enhance her boldness, while her form-fitting top highlights her curves, amplifying her command of any room she enters. As a feedling, Marie-Bella has honed her ability to navigate the underworld, using her charm and sharp wit to cater to the Mayans MC. Known for her strategic mind, she often moves through shadows, ensuring that her actions always benefit the club. Serafina, her closest confidante, and best friend.

“Amor, you worry too much.” Marie-Bella laughed as she ran her hands through Serafina’s hair, “Bish is like thee nicest out of all of them, well maybe the second nicest next to that blood-thirsting feen Coco.” she giggled. Her dark eyes skimmed Serafina from top to bottom, her giddy expression weening.

“You look like shit.” She said,

“Gee thanks,” Serafina replied sarcastically, “Taza didn’t exactly take it easy on me last night.” she informed Marie-Bella with a sigh. The sound of floorboards creaking had caught Marie-Bella’s attention just as she was about to reply. The friends shared an unspoken look before Serafina announced she was going to freshen up.

“Cool, I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re done.” Marie-Bella replied before she headed downstairs.

And with that, Serafina made her way into the bathroom. She soon stood beneath the hot water, her body trembling as the warmth cascaded over her bruised skin. The steam filled the small bathroom, but it did little to ease the ache deep in her bones. Faint purple bruises marbled her arms, the delicate tracery of veins beneath her dull-brown skin standing out starkly from the abuse. Darker patches bloomed across her collarbone, hips, and thighs—reminders of where Taza’s hands had gripped too tight, his hunger too raw. Each bruise throbbed, a testament to how close Serafina had come to being drained completely.

As the water poured over her, she pressed her forehead against the cold tile, eyes squeezed shut. A hollow ache gnawed at her insides, like a hunger that could never be sated. She craved Taza’s touch again, the biting edge of her fangs, though she knew how dangerous it was. The sharp euphoria of being fed on had left her yearning, her mind foggy, her limbs weak. Every muscle aches, not just from the roughness, but from the withdrawal that gripped her. It was a craving, a twisted need, much like an addict’s for their drug of choice. Even the hot water couldn’t chase away the cold that settled in her chest, the way her pulse pounded in her temples, begging for that release again.

Serafina’s fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing. She hated this. The bruises would fade, but the craving would not.

The transition from finishing her shower, getting dressed, and then leaving the whorehouse was a complete blur. She’d been brought back to reality an hour later. She blinked slowly, now finding herself seated across from Letty in some run down diner. The scent of burnt coffee and empanadas filled the air. The diner buzzed with the afternoon crowd, Letty and Serafina sat across from each other in a booth, sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the wooden table. Serafina stirred her coffee, her mind racing with thoughts of the Mayans Motorcycle Club. She already knew their dark secret; after all, they fed off her and the other women connected to the club. ‘Crow-eaters’. Just a stupid name for the word whore.

Letty leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Bishop Losa and his cousin discovered the secret to becoming vampires ages ago. But it’s not just about blood; it’s about power. They can turn others, but only one of them has the authority to gift that power. that’s why they’re so selective with who they choose;Manny, Gilly, and EZ… they were all chosen for a reason.” she proceeded to lean back slightly. “Manny’s fiercely loyal with charm, Gilly’s is loyal and obedient, and EZ? He’s got this fire that draws people in. When Bishop or the Alverez turns someone, it’s more than just a bite. It’s a ritual, an honor. They’re sharing their strength and binding them into the family.”

Serafina’s heart raced at the thought. “So, when they turned those three, they weren’t just making more vampires. They were expanding their influence, solidifying their power.”

“Right ,” Letty said, her tone serious now. “It’s a code they live by. Once you’re in, you’re family, and you protect your own. The club’s like a fortress, and they’ll go to any lengths to defend it.”

Serafina remembered the times she had felt that fierce loyalty among them, a bond that ran deeper than blood. “But what about us? The women who get caught in all this? We’re just… collateral?”

“Not collateral,” Letty corrected, her eyes fierce. She shook her head as an angry look flashed across her eyes.

The diner hummed with life, the smell of coffee and grilled burgers began hanging in the air.

Serafina had seen the way the men looked at her and the other women, how they consumed their essence—blood slaves, nothing more. “Then what? Marie-Bella got us here from Los Vegas a few days ago. We partied at the clubhouse with them and then I woke up covered in blood with my virginity gone and Taza feeding off my legs.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled the events. “It was terrifying.”

Letty’s expression darkened. “It’s not just terrifying; it’s brutal. Bishop Losa and his cousin have the power to turn someone, but they choose their mates so carefully, and it’s a painful process.”

“Painful how?” Serafina asked, her curiosity mingling with dread.

“They don’t do it for love,” Letty said sharply. “Most of the time, their wives aren’t even considered for that privilege. For them, love is a weakness. They want loyalty, control. It’s about power. When they choose someone to turn, it’s because they see potential for obedience, not affection.”

Serafina’s heart sank. “So, we’re just… vessels? Nothing more?”

“Exactly,” Letty replied, her voice heavy with contempt. “They’ll drain you dry, both physically and emotionally. You think you might be special for a moment, but really, you’re just another blood source. It’s a brutal hierarchy, and the pain of being chosen or discarded can be unbearable.”

“What happens to those who aren’t chosen?” Serafina asked, the weight of reality pressing down on her.

“They stay as they are—used and tossed aside when they’re no longer needed, or in some cases dead,” Letty said bitterly. “It’s a cycle of exploitation. They revel in their power, and for the women involved, it’s often a nightmare.”

Serafina felt anger and despair swell within her. “So, we have no power at all?”

“None,” Letty confirmed, her voice low. “you guys exist to serve their needs. They take what they want and leave you feeling empty. The men don’t see you guys as partners or equals; we’re just tools for their pleasure.”

The realization hit Serafina hard, and she shivered at the thought of being nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game. Letty’s words echoed in her mind, a dark truth that made her skin crawl.

As they sat in the diner, the bustling world around them faded away, leaving only the weight of their conversation. Serafina understood that in this perilous game, survival depended on navigating a reality where power ruled, and love was a cruel illusion.

### Transition Scene: Midnight Carnival

The neon lights of the carnival flickered like fireflies against the night sky as Letty and Serafina wandered through the bustling streets, their arms laden with shopping bags. The air was thick with the scents of popcorn and cotton candy, and the sounds of laughter and carnival games created an electrifying atmosphere. Midnight struck, and the vibrant chaos of the carnival seemed to pulse with life.

“Can you believe we stumbled onto this?” Letty exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “This feels like something out of a movie!”

Serafina smiled, momentarily pushing aside her thoughts about Manny. The colors, the lights, the music—it was a welcome distraction. They drifted toward a carousel, its horses gleaming under the bright lights, and Serafina felt a rush of joy wash over her.

But then a shiver ran down her spine, and she instinctively turned. There he was—Manny—leaning casually against a lamppost, shadows playing across his sharp features, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that sent a thrill through her.

“Manny,” she whispered, a mix of excitement and unease stirring within her.

Before she could process her feelings, he glided toward them, his movements smooth and confident. The crowd seemed to part around him as he approached, his gaze never leaving Serafina. “Ladies,” he said, his voice low and entrancing, like velvet laced with danger. “Enjoying the carnival?”

Letty frowned, sensing the shift in the air. “We were just having a little fun, Manny,” she replied, her tone a mix of defiance and caution.

Manny’s grin was charming yet predatory, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Fun’s cool and all, but Serafina, I think it’s time we had a little chat.” He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her arm, and the contact sent an electric thrill through her that both frightened and excited her.

“Wait, Manny—” Letty began, stepping forward.

He turned to her, a warning flickering in his gaze. “Listen, Letty, I’d keep the stuff you hear from your pops on the down-low if I were you. It could get real messy if it falls into the wrong hands.” His tone was smooth but had a chilling edge that made Letty’s skin crawl.

Manny’s attention shifted back to Serafina, his smile turning possessive. “Come on, Mama, let’s roll. We need to talk.” His casual nickname sent a mix of warmth and fear racing through her, and she felt drawn to him, the carnival lights fading behind her as she looked into his dark eyes.

Letty hesitated, concern etched on her face. “Manny, she’s not some plaything,” she protested, though the confidence in her voice was wavering.

Manny stepped closer to Serafina, his presence enveloping her. “Nah, she’s way more than that,” he said, his voice low and entrancing. He took her hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and she felt both exhilarated and anxious as he led her away from the carnival, the laughter and music fading into the distance.

As they slipped into the shadows of the night, Serafina glanced back at Letty, whose expression was a mixture of worry and anger. Then, with a smooth motion, Manny guided her deeper into the darkness, leaving the carnival—and the light of their carefree night—far behind.

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[thesixthplaneteer]

Here is my entry for the Masquerade Breach zine!! I have been hitting that word limit like a brick wall for the past month, and I am too excited to keep it to myself! My piece is titled Hell-O-Ween! A Masquerade Breach Story because we like cheesy horror in this house. Thank you for reading!

It’s the late 1980s in Las Vegas, Nythanel, and Noa are attending a Halloween party being put on by Don Jacob Rothstein. Held in a mansion in the desert far away from the city, so the more illicit activities don't fall under unwanted scrutiny, and only those in the know are supposed to be there. One person slipped past security, an ancient enemy of the Giovanni whose true motives are unknown, but their eyes are set on Noa tonight. What can a neonate necromancer and waterblooded sorcerer do when things really start to go bump in the night?

The green makeup of his Audrey Two costume hid the redness but Nythanel still felt the warmth of embarrassment and anger on his face. Fighting back tears he side stepped between costumed guests, tray toting servers, and did his best to fight the urge to bull them over as he went back to the ballroom. Don Jacob Rothstein's Halloween party was in full swing. The dance floor was lively, the bar was packed, and the live band seemed like they could go all night long.

He wanted to make his problem everyone else’s problem but held onto his senses, making a scene at the head of Clan Giovanni’s party wouldn’t make his night better. Noa’s bright red hooded dress and silver devil mask were easy to spot, but seeing her didn’t bring the ease to his mind he wanted. A tall figure in an elaborate red Venetian masquerade costume with a matching laughing mask loomed over her, holding her wrist.

The party-goers near them shuffled away and gawked. No doubt they thought some crass couple brought their backroom fun to the front. A wall of bodies formed to watch, but over their shoulders Nyth could see another masked person grab Noa from behind. Nythanel shoved over a woman in a peacock dress and jammed his elbows into the sides of two clowns to get through.

Noa struggled to get out of their grasp, but Red Mask jerked her arm the other direction. The snap was audible over the music, a pained scream erupted from Noa, a jagged peak shot up from under the sleeve of her dress. The crowd around them gasped, some retched, some clapped for what they thought was some Halloween entertainment, some quickly fled, others watched on unsure what to make of the display.

Nythanel burst free of the crowd and charged them, seeing that the second assailant's costume was also Venetian - though far less elaborate and the color beige. Red Mask noticed his approach and abandoned Noa with a leap backward as Nythanel slammed into the tussle, bringing them all down to the floor hard. Noa’s silver mask clattered to the ground while Beige’s mask was knocked askew but stayed on their face. The thin fabric of their costume tore as Nythanel gathered a fistful of it and pulled, the other fist delivering a hard blow to the back of their head, forcing them to surrender Noa in order to defend themselves.

The surrounding crowd was now comprised mostly of individuals thinking this was simply a show for the party. Some clapped, some cheered for who they picked as their favorite, while a few pulled their partners away.

Moving with trained agility, Nythanel threw his leg over Beige, pushing them onto their back, gaining control of the situation. Flesh exposed itself, the torn collar of the costume revealing their throat. Nythanel gazed at the sight for a moment. He had no Beast. There was no voice demanding he feed, no inner monster begging to kill. This desire was all his. He opened wide and lurched forward, his fangs breaking skin. Any scream to come was cut short by the crushing of their windpipe beneath teeth. Fresh warm blood cascaded into his mouth. Mortal, musky, the sting of alcohol, and a wine-like sweet finish. Sanguine he thought to himself as it empowered his own weak vitae.

Nythanel didn’t see where the sawed-off shotgun came from, nor notice how Beige was able to pull the concealed weapon, he only heard the deafening bang that brought him back to reality. A shower of blood and bone poured from a bystander’s face. Screams of terror erupted from the crowd, they slammed into each other in their mad scramble, going toward the back of the manor to get away from the no longer entertaining brawl. The band abruptly stopped, the gunshot ending the revelry. Not wanting to risk Noa or himself being the target of the next round he twisted and wrenched, flesh and inner tissue tore until he ripped free the section of throat seized by his vicious teeth.

More yells of fearful confusion came from the guests, the handful of them brave or drunk enough to think they could stop a gunman turned and ran as Nythanel spit the chunk of meat onto the floor. Suddenly, he felt pressure build in his ear drums, his heart became heavy with dread despite the flood of passion from the blood. He'd felt this before, when Noa had shown off her necromantic powers in their rare moments of being able to be alone together since arriving in Las Vegas. Nythanel had thought he’d become accustomed to it, or at least shouldn’t be caught off guard by it. Still it numbed the hot anger and hatred he felt. A curtain of wispy, incorporeal figures began to fall from the ceiling. They manifested into the material world like shadows cast into the air itself as they drank in the light, only allowing a dim glow to illuminate the room. Recognizably human, yet completely otherworldly. One such shadow fell over the victim of the beige thug’s gunshot. The body began to twitch and jerk, a sickening gurgle came out of its throat as the air pushed out of its lungs. Nythanel reeled back from the corpse shambling back to its feet, and turned to see Red Mask holding a black stone.

Noa moved to stand, and for a moment she was awestruck at the blatant display of Oblivion's power. Her already dark eyes turned black like a starless night. She wiped her palm across Nythanel’s chin, wetting her hand with the blood of his victim. Willing forth her vitae through the protruding wound in her arm, she let it drip down and mix with the cooling blood before taking hold of the locket around her neck. The air around her became humid and cold. A shiver went through Nythanel as he felt an icy touch trace his spine. The rose on his lapel wilted, and the few mortals that tried running past them collapsed, their eyes went dull, skin turned pale. Sapped of life. She waved her hand out in front of her and took measured steps forward, like a priest performing a sanctifying prayer, and the wispy shadows began to retreat.

The sound of wet choking reminded Nyth of the reanimated corpse, and as his head turned back, he saw it rush past him. His body at first couldn't move as a deep and primal terror seized him. It was walking death, but not his kind of death. True death, the kind even the undead feared. He didn't want to go near that thing, but as it closed the distance between itself and Noa, he knew he had to act or he would lose her. Grabbing hold of his dying lapel rose, he squeezed hard along its thorny stem to draw blood, calling upon the sanguine power within him. He mumbled the incantation and the rose revived in his hand, more vibrant than ever.

Nythanel willed the rejuvenated plant to grow, attempting to whip it towards the corpse to stop it in its tracks. With perhaps more luck than skill, the branch wrapped around the creature's throat, barbs digging into dead flesh. Nyth pulled hard, managing to stop it mere inches from Noa, yet the body remained upright as it struggled to fulfill its goal of reaching her.

Noa didn’t waver at all, either completely confident Nythanel would help her, or far too focused on taking control of the descending wraiths.The room was a thunderous cacophony of horrified cries and screams of dismay, the shattering of glass on the ground, the panicked stampeding of a mob with no direction to go in. Those who had witnessed Nythanel's attack and the arisen corpse tried to run away, but those who hadn't seen pushed back to try and reach the front exit. Spirits accosted various bystanders, forcing themselves into unwilling bodies to inflict more fear onto those surrounding them. Poltergeists scattered plates and knocked over chairs, some managing to even drop a large chandelier on top of the crowd. In the confusion, they didn't care who was trampled. The guests desperately lashed out at anything impeding their own escapes. Jewelry, costume accessories, blood, and bodies all dropped to the floor and were stomped on without a second thought. The wraiths were erratic, but Noa fought, countering the incantations of Red Mask as the shadows ebbed and flowed around them like a turbulent ocean. To an unknowing observer, the two appeared to be simply standing in place and muttering strangely, but Nythanel knew they both were manipulating the thin fabric separating the land of death from the land of the living.

The rose Nythanel turned into a weapon was also being sapped of its life and desperately it drank from him to stay alive. He shifted his weight and pulled as hard as he could to try and bring the corpse to the ground. There was little hope in killing something that was already dead. He forced his will onto the rose once more, allowing it to drink even more of his vitae. It expanded rapidly in response, sprouting more branches that ensnared the body and sawed into its skin with mutated spikes. Despite it being controlled by a spirit, it was still limited to the strength of the muscles it still possessed, or so Noa had previously explained. The writhing and wriggling vines continued to tear, severing the veins and nerves and rendering the wretched thing immobile for good.

His vision started to blur, his head swimming as his vitae was near exhausted. The rose had taken root in his arm and now it threatened to drink him dry. With nearly all he had left, he willed the passing of seasons on the flower, advancing its life cycle to the point it began to wither and decay until it too became immobile and dead.

The two necromancers were still locked in their strange duel, fighting for control of the spirit current that flooded the manor. Nythanel knew he had to help Noa, something better than running headfirst into a death dealer but his options were limited. His eyes went to the floor for answers, and sure enough there was: shotgun. Hurriedly he picked it up and aimed, hoping it had the promised second shot, though the room spun in his hungry near-delirium. With a squeeze of the trigger the weapon thundered, sending its payload into the shoulder of the Red Mask. Crimson exploded from their wound as they stumbled back, their concentration breaking enough for Noa to gain the upper hand. Her good arm raised higher, and the undulating ceiling seemed to calm as the wraiths obeyed her. The shadow over the ballroom lifted slowly as she brought them to heel.

The Red Mask despite all of the trouble and their fresh injury seemed to have accepted their defeat. With only a glance to Noa and a dramatic throw of their cape, a cold silence surrounded them as they simply walked away. Despite the chaos of the still frightened crowd, they were swallowed within the mob as if they had not even been there. Nythanel at first made a move to follow, but stopped himself as Noa began to buckle. Good riddance, he thought sheepishly as he turned to her, relieved the death dealer decided to just leave. She was more important to him, anyway.

As the full brightness of the lights returned and the pressure lifted from his ears, the distinct sound of Italian leather stomped across the floor towards them from behind. A ham-handed man took hold of his collar and jerked him into the air, the shotgun crashing loudly onto the marble.

"You're gonna wish you were fuckin' dead when I'm through with you, Warlock." Growled Adolfo Puttanesca, right hand of the Don.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

okay but like,

since it's halloween, pavitr and reader, even tho as teens (and spider people), dress up in matching costumes and decides to trick-or-treat at the Spider HQ

Miguel is confused while Jessica and Peter B just go along with it

(Bonus points if Miles, Gwen, and Hobie decides to join you guys for fun)

Knock Knock, Trick or Treat!🎃✨

👻MASTERLIST🦇

And, for @rinnsworldd: "And, Halloween is coming up, so I thought of GN!reader x pav are wearing matching costumes!! (kuromi and my melody would be SO cute!!)”

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x GN!reader Summary: It was just a normal day at the Spider HQ. Undecorated, unspooky, normal day as ever. No fake blood, no edible skulls or zombie cookies -nothing; standing out amidst a very festive Nueva York. Miguel doing his Miguel things as all the Spider's spend their day in their regular spidey suit and as unfestive as possible. That was, until their spidey senses tingled. Tags: Halloween costumes, trick or treating A/N: A Halloween fic for yall. Enjoy ! <3

👽Also read on AO3🍬

It was just a normal day at the Spider HQ. Undecorated, unspooky, normal day as ever. No fake blood, no edible skulls or zombie cookies -nothing; standing out amidst a very festive Nueva York. Miguel doing his Miguel things as all the Spider's spend their day in their regular spidey suit and as unfestive as possible.

That was, until their spidey senses tingled.

A blur of black and pink shoots through the entrance, swinging and screaming as they pass through to the main hall.

"TIRCK OR TREAT, ARACHNO-FOLKS!"

Pavitr Prabhakar's voice rings loud through the establishment, the hoodie of his onesie flipping back to reveal his ever-amazing luscious raven hair. He lands and plays with his bangles, watching you do a somersault between the gaps in the lanes and land beside him.

You screech out a "HAPPY HALLOWEEN, Y'ALL!", waving your plastic jack-o-lantern candy bucket around and holding it up for treats.

The perplexed face of Miguel O'Hara, however, stops you in your tracks.

Dang. [Cue dramatic music]

"What the hell!?", he sputters, baffled at your appearance. "And what is that costume?!"

"I'm Kuromi!", Pavitr says enthusiastically, gesturing to the pink skull on his forehead and the black devil tail on his costume.

"And, I'm My Melody!" Your pink bunny ears flopping around as you begin to explain the characters excitedly.

Miguel crosses his arms over his chest, halting you short -the least bit amused. "Did I not say no parties inside the HQ? We have more important work than dressing up for a sugar high."

His menacing glare can be seen from a mile away, but you won't let that faze you. Not today.

"But, señor Miguel, it's Halloween!" Pavitr and you pout, making puppy eyes at him.

He's stubborn. "Get rid of the ridiculous costume. Now."

"No!", you say, not backing down. "We want a Halloween party! Party! Party! Party!"

Miguel grows even more annoyed when some other spideys, including Spider-ham, join in the chant. A hand lays on his shoulder.

"Let them, O'Hara, they're children", Jessica says. "A little party ain't gonna do nobody no harm. Plus, it's HAL-LO-WEEN!"

She turns around, her black and red velvet cape flying behind her, and looks up from behind the stiff collar like Dracula. She winks at you. "Looking cute, kiddos!"

"You too?- ugh!" Miguel groans and turns to you. "Costumes. Off. Now. Nobody here is going to party!"

You pout, just when your spidey senses tingle again.

"Did somebody say Party?"

Miles, Gwen, Hobie and Peter B, with May Parker on the baby carrier, wearing Halloween outfits land in a perfect line beside you guys.

"Uhh.....", drags Morales as he looks at Hobie in his usual attire, but more colourful. "You didn't dress up."

"I have. I'm anarchy."

"Yeah, very creative", Miles retorts, earning an elbow from Gwen.

"Who are you dressed up as, again?" Hobie wears a smug smile, gesturing to the imitation Spider-punk suit Miles is parading around in. The Brit leans down his ear as if to whisper a conspiracy. "I'll admit bruv, you look much more cooler, now."

Miles doesn't reply as Hobie pats his shoulder and moves past him with a smirk. This encourages the other spideys to reveal their own costumes that they've hidden under their suits.

"You planned this beforehand? Without my knowledge?!"

You guys blush sheepishly but O'Hara has moved on to a more ridiculous sight that just walked in.

"And what are you supposed to be?", he asks Peter B, eyes squinted as he judges the medieval costume he's wearing.

"I'm the Mandalorian and this is my cute, sweet little baby Yoda", he says, holding May Parker up in the air like the Lion King. She giggles, making her father coo. "May the force be with us!"

O'Hara shoots him a deadpan glare.

Miguel's brows twitch, shooting betrayed looks at the 'adults' who were supposed to supervise such naughtiness.

Jessica playfully rolls her eyes, trying to coax him. "It's okay to let a little loose  sometimes, big guy."

Miguel internally sighs but doesn't show it on his face, though everyone knows he caved in. "You party, You clean."

A loud hurray erupts in the room. Soon, you begin to make skulls, ghosts and various spooky animal shapes from your web solutions, hanging it around the place. Hobie brings a few jack-o-lanterns using his Gizmo imitation watch, Gwen brings candy and at the end of half an hour, everything is set for merriment.

Miguel shakes his head and tries to walk away but Peter B persuades him to join. "C'mon, old man! Trick or treat?"

It's the first time most spideys see Miguel genuinely smile. He has many a cool trick up his sleeve, no doubt what he used to entertain his daughter with. You watch in awe, trying out a few yourselves.

"Is that a trick I see coming my way, Kuromi?", you ask, catching Pavitr trying to sneak candy from your bucket to his.

"Oh, absolutely, My Melody!"

He starts chasing you around as you scream and run. Decors and other stuff are knocked over, but nobody cares. Even Miguel chuckles watching you get tangled in the decor webs while Pavitr takes advantage of it to steal all your candies.

Worst trick, but Best Halloween ever! _____

Hope you enjoyed it! 😉 Thank you for reading and Happy Halloween!!!! 🎃👻

[bunnys-kisses]

kink-o-ween - day seven

lando norris - lingerie

cw: smut/pwp, body worship, dirty talk, missionary, established relationship

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

you never thought that orange was your colour. in fairness maybe a softer orange or a burnt orange would suit your body better. but mclaren knew very little about nice colours, the glaring orange they use was great on the track. but terrible on your body.

after his most recent win, you wanted to impress your boyfriend of the last several months. he worked so hard to get where he was, so close to the championship that he could almost taste the champagne of victory! and it was your job to make sure that morale was high for him, so he could see his victory to the end.

and sometimes that meant wearing the garish mclaren orange.

you wore the lingerie all day on the track. you were thankful that the clothes you wore over top were made of a thick enough material to hide any showing of what was underneath. no one needed to see your orange panties. but, that did mean you were fanning yourself more often due to the heat.

damn if you do, damn if you don't.

however, you were the most happy about the fact that despite the colour. the set was rather comfortable. the bra had enough support that it didn't dig into your sides and the panties were made of a lacy material that didn't scratch at weird places. and most of all you were happy to see lando score his victory.

he was all smiles as you two headed back to the hotel room for the night. you were practically guiding him to your room. he was attached to you like barnacle. his arms wrapped around you, you were wearing his mclaren hat.

he was even getting a good feel of you which made you squirm a little as you tried to get the key into the door. once it was opened you managed to get enough distance from him to get your shoes off. he followed suit, he knew you wouldn't let him get his dirty runners into your shared bed. he was running off the high of the weekend. he wanted to dig his hands into his beautiful girlfriend and give her all the loving he could.

he was eager to get his black t-shirt off and strip down to nothing. but he got curious when you got closer to the bedroom and hadn't taken a single thing off (other than your shoes). and once you got into the bedroom, you sat on the bed while lando stood there partially undressed.

"is everything okay?" he asked.

you nodded, "oh yeah, of course! i just had a surprise for you. and i didn't want to ruin it in the living room." you giggled, "come sit and i'll show you."

lando, eager to please, sat down and got his belt out of the loops of his jeans. he watched you get up before you reached for the hem of your t-shirt. you paused for a moment and lando leaned forward.

"god, this is going to be embaressing. you better not think it's tacky."

lando chuckled, "babe, you could wear leopard print and tiger print at the same time and i wouldn't think it was tacky. c'mon, show me." his voice gave you enough confidence to fully get your t-shirt off. revealing the bright orange bra underneath. lando's eyes went wide and he said, "oh, wow!"

you dropped the shirt and crossed your arms, "ugh, this is stupid."

"no, no! i love it. is that my number right there." he leaned a little forward and pulled your arms away from your chest. as an added detail you put on it you sewed lando's number over the left cup of the bra. he beamed at you, "oh, this is beautiful." then took you by the arms and pulled you onto the bed.

he was soon over top of you, his hands on you as he kissed you passionately. he continued to give you praise for your undergarments. you were such a thoughtful girlfriend. you were perfect for him and he loved you so much. he soon got out of his clothes rather quickly, but admired the lingerie on you for a little while longer.

he touched your breasts, he grabbed hold and felt the fabric and you soft skin under his palms. his cock was hard as he admired your beauty. and you couldn't help but feel hot in the cheeks as you laid there under him.

"you look good in this colour."

"i don't know if you'd be saying that if you weren't driving for mclaren." you replied then lando leaned in a kissed you on the lips. you felt him start to undo your bra and you did your best to get the panties off. he wished that you couldn't left them on the entire time you had sex. but, the only think better than you in mclaren orange was you naked.

"as long as you had my number on you, i'd be happy. you could be in a potato sack with the number four, and i'd still make love to you." he chuckled as he got the bra off. then slowly got the panties off.

once you were naked, lando started to undress himself, your eyes lingered on his toned body and you leaned in to kiss him over the heart which made him shudder a little bit. you giggled against his heated skin.

"maybe next time i should make you wear something with my name on it." then kissed his collarbone.

he worked at his jeans and laughed a little, "i'll happily do that." before he kicked off his pants and eventually his boxers. now both naked you two were together in the bed.

you moaned into the kiss he placed on your lips and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. you rubbed yourself up against him. lando's hands roamed your body.

when he pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. he smiled at you, "you're beautiful. so beautiful. i can't believe you were wearing that all day today. i wished you showed me, i would've happily take it off at the track."

"oh my god, you perv." you giggled as you raked your fingers through his dark hair, "you'd happily have me over your car if given the chance."

he pulled away and beamed at you, "will you." and was met with a slap on the chest. he laughed, "i'm joking!" before he took you by the hips and brought you closer to him. he eyed your body for a moment and licked his lips, "plus, i'd hate for anyone else to see all this beautiful. call me selfish, but i want this all to myself." his cock twitched at the sight of you.

"good then, because you have it. every last inch, from top to bottom." and you watched lando smile before he leaned in once more for a heated kiss. you held onto his shoulders while he got a better hold of your hips.

when he pulled away, he got himself properly in between your legs. then slowly inched his cock into your pussy. you held onto the covers under you as he got himself into you. you made a soft moaning noise and he felt excitement run through him.

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you were perfect, so perfect that you got lingerie for him. based off of his number and team colours. you looked amazing in it and he wished you'd wear it more. to know that you were wearing his colours. he leaned in for another kiss as he started to move against you. he pressed his chest up against yours. his lips found yours and held onto your soft hips.

"i love you." he said when he broke the kiss for a moment. he groaned a little before he went in for another kiss. he deepened it and he felt his heart rate increase.

you moaned against his lips, you said you loved him too in your mind as you soon held onto his shoulders. you felt lando move against you, and his hungry gaze on you as the two of you fucked on the bed.

you two made a good pair, most people would say that. especially when you greeted lando when he won and when he'd hold you so tightly after a race. you were his good luck charm and always pushed himself past his limits on the track when he knew you were watching. he didn't believe that was a 'number one fan' of his, but if there was, you'd have that title.

"i love you." he said again as he moved faster against you. he watched your breasts move with each of his movements. your hands were back on the covers and he could see you panting.

there was a bit of sweat on your bodies as the two of you moved together. you quickly found lando's pace and met it. which only made the two of you hotter. the added pleasure seeped into your brains as the bed creaked under you.

"you are the most beautiful woman in the world. when we're done i'm going to kiss every part of you. you need to know how beautiful you are. how you look under me. you drive me crazy every day, i can't do a day without seeing you or a photo of you. but no photo does it justice." he groaned as he pulled back and re positioned himself on his knees to get the perfect angle to fuck you.

"you're making me blush." you giggled as you tried to hide your face for a moment, but lando soon pressed your hands onto the bed and continued to thrust into you.

"don't hide from me. you're too beautiful to hide yourself. i want to see every inch of you." he panted a little heavier as he really moved against you. his thrusts were hard and made you see stars.

"lando!" you whined.

he looked at you as he really worked himself against you. his tanned and toned body really moved well against you. he could feel his brain full of lust as he started to lose his pace, pleasure fully taking over.

you held onto his hands tightly as you really felt the thrill of pleasure in your body. you held on tightly as you came around his cock, the pleasure washed over you like a wave and it left you panting like an animal. you could feel the sweat at your temples as it all came crashing down on you.

"lando."

"i got you, beautiful." he chuckled softly as he kissed the apple of your cheek before he continued to rut against you. the kisses continued once more and with a few more heavy thrusts, your boyfriend finished inside of you.

you whined against him and felt a shudder of want through his body. he continued to rut against you a few more times before he eventually slowed down to a stop.

he was panting heavily and so were you. he pulled out and laid next to you on the bed. he wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you on the mouth. he melted a little bit into a kiss as he felt the after waves of pleasure.

"can you put the lingerie back on? i want to see it on you again, maybe take some photos." he beamed at you lazily. you pinched his cheeks and kissed him once more.

you'd do it for him, after all you paid good morning for it! <3

[scientist-of-love]

Yippee I'm so excited to draw stuff for @standswap-september!!! It's my first time doing something like this, ooh fun! Here's some La Squadra standswaps to start off with! I'm not sure of stand abilities yet, but I have some ideas for personalities and stuff! I hope to do more of La Squadra, but I'm still sorting out designs. Without further ado, introducing...

Uva (Babyface) & Electric Friend (Melone) Stand namesake: Are 'Friends' Electric? by Gary Numan

Specchio (Man in the Mirror) & Smooth Criminal (Illuso) Stand namesake: Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson

Tonno (Beach Boy) & Ocean Man (Pesci) Stand namesake: Ocean Man by Ween

More information under cut!

Uva (he/him) is a spunky, impulsive teenager who wound up in Passione after killing his abusive mother. He has a passion for genetics and technology, and is very clever despite first impressions.

Before being put with La Squadra, his only company was his stand: Electric Friend. While the computer is part of the stand, the actual stand is its inhabitant. Electric Friend is sentient, fully autonomous computer malware that communicates with Uva. It gives him advice and talks to him like a friend. Strangely, it seems to be much more mature and is like an entire person of its own. This means it also can choose to not listen to Uva and cause trouble on its own. Although the computer is its home, it can infect and manipulate other devices.

Specchio (he/him) is outwardly quiet and stoic, but he reveals himself to be bold, confident, and a touch dramatic when he gets fired up. Uva thinks he's the coolest. He's especially cunning, and knows how to get under people's skin to make them bend and break. Sometimes he picks on his teammates, but he'll get defensive if anyone else does the same. He's the only one allowed to do that!

Smooth Criminal is a very expressive stand, and it often emotes and moves along with Specchio. It seems smug a lot of the time. Other times, it helps Specchio intimidate enemies. Its ponytails always float around it.

Tonno (he/him) is La Squadra's newest member, brought in by his mentor Culatello (The Grateful Dead). He's nervous about this whole hitman business, but he's always trying to prove himself. He's actually very talented and has sharp intuition and focus, which Culatello encourages as much as he can. Sometimes he gets himself into trouble because he's always trying to show the others that he's capable. He's very anxious, but he tries to hide that to appear strong and cool like the others.

Although not biologically related, Tonno thinks of Culatello as an older brother. He wants to make him proud!

His stand, Ocean Man, is a large fish that can swim through the air. While it's out, it's always by Tonno's side. Sometimes it lets him hold it, as emotional support. It's surprisingly cuddly! It shares Tonno's nervousness, and tends to swim in circles and twitch around when it gets scared. However, it can still be a vicious protector when it needs to be.

[jules-has-notes]

2016 VoicePlay fall roundup — projects galore, frequent travels, and holiday cheer

As summer rolled into autumn, VoicePlay just kept rolling on their various creative fronts.

While the other guys were cruising in the northeast, Tony and Layne were hard at work back home, prepping and filming PattyCake's first Halloween video.

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California schemin'

Once the sailors were rested up, most of the guys headed for the west coast. They spent two days in Los Angeles filming collaboration videos, first with Kurt Hugo Schneider and then with AJ Rafael.

On the upside, their absence from Florida meant that they didn't have to take shelter from Hurricane Matthew. Unfortunately, Tony wasn't involved in the videos (for reasons that would soon become clear) and was supposed to be on a later flight than the others. He didn't make it out of Orlando before the airport was shut down.

From L.A., the guys hopped up the coast to San Francisco to perform at a benefit concert for the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation hosted by the Alpha Epsilon Phi fraternity at Stanford University. With Tony stuck at home, the fellas called in their old buddy Paul Sperrazza from Vox Audio to pinch hit as their baritone for the night.

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Squeeze me in

After a few days at home, the guys hit the road again. They started with three days of student workshops in eastern Ohio.

During the week, they set their social media followers the challenge of finding them among the crowds of students and faculty at some of the schools. (Can you spot them all? The kids make surprisingly good camouflage.)

New Philadelphia, OH — East Elementary // West Elementary

Zoarville, OH — Tuscarawas Valley Elementary School

On the final day, they worked with the choirs from two local high schools, who then joined them for a show at Kent State Tuscarawas the following night.

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From there, the guys headed south to West Memphis, AR for another concert and a workshop at the local high school the day after that. One crafty fan brought them homemade VP logo cookies.

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students at West Memphis High School

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Next they flew up to NYC to perform at a fundraiser for the Lupus Foundation of America.

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Then they scooted upstate to Rochester for a show at Nazareth College before finally heading home.

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Happy holiday-ween

Once they returned to Orlando, it was time to buckle down on rehearsals for their second year at Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party, so that they'd all be able to hit the stage running in November. (Layne did take the time in the middle of the week to have dinner with their old friend Jeff Thatcher and introduce him to Doris, though.)

The extra twist this year was that, on top of getting themselves and their backup guys ready to perform their holiday setlists, these performances would also be their next step toward formally acknowledging Tony's departure. He wouldn't be joining the other guys on stage in Tomorrowland this season. Instead, they would alternate between two replacement baritones, Erik Winger and J.None, who would continue performing with them into the new year, until the group could decide on a new permanent member.

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No trick, all treats

At the end of the month, Geoff & Kathy announced that baby Castellucci was on the way at long last. They shared a short video documenting some of their challenging road to parenthood on Geoff's personal YouTube channel.

and baby makes three… er, five?

WARNING: This video contains footage of Kathy receiving many injections in her belly and buttocks. As a result, she engages in some pain-induced swearing. Understandable, but probably NSFW.

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One of the pumpkins from the baby reveal was then repurposed to create VoicePlay's social media posts for the day of Halloween.

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North to South (Carolina)

After a week and a half at home, the guys moseyed up to South Carolina for a pair of shows in Aiken, this time with Erik Winger as their substitute baritone.

A group of fans, perturbed by some negativity they'd been seeing directed toward the guys in YouTube comments and on social media, had been conspiring amongst themselves to counteract that energy. They'd created a book of positive messages and images. The two friends who had volunteered to collect and deliver everyone's submissions also documented the presentation during the post-show meet and greet on the first night so that all the contributors could see the guys' initial reactions.

Ashley and Nancy present the book of fan love

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The second day also held a few surprises.

It can be nice to have fans in the service industry.

Aiken, SC show — pre-show chatting // post-show group hug with fan Ashley // prezzies!

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Sing, laugh, and be merry

And then it was off to the races. VoicePlay began their second annual residency in Tomorrowland for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party at Disney World in early November. For nearly 100 performances over the course of six weeks, they once again entertained thousands upon thousands of visitors to the Magic Kingdom.

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Hardcore mode

In between MVMCP shows, the guys continued doing their other jobs. Among other things, that meant Earl was lucky enough to be playing Crush in the Nemo live show when iconic professional wrestler Mick Foley was in the audience.

Earl meeting Mick Foley // the VP MVMCP B-team — Tony F., Antonio, Deejay, Joey, & J.None

Having a full cast of replacement singers came in handy during the second week of Disney World shows. VoicePlay had also booked a holiday concert down in Delray Beach for the Friday before Thanksgiving. So, while Winger filled in for Tony on the road, J.None and the rest of Echo took to the Tomorrowland stage in full force.

Eli and Ashley even left a day early and took a detour to attend a Carrie Underwood show in Tampa on the way.

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VoicePlaying for Gamecocks

At the beginning of December, VoicePlay headed up to South Carolina with Winger once more for their last non-Disney holiday concert of the year at USC.

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Bubblicious

In early December, some of the guys finally got to meet the British music blogger who had been singing their praises for several years when his vacation itinerary brought him to the Magic Kingdom.

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Caroling we roll along

Their final video shoot of the year was also the final entry in their first set of PartWork videos, a gentle rendition of "O Little Town of Bethlehem". With the announcement of Tony's departure drawing closer, the other four guys were all featured in this video in their usual roles, and Geoff did double duty to cover the baritone part.

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VoicePlates

As a fun little end-of-year treat, their pal (and former 4:2:Five tenor) Danny Alan stumbled upon some holiday paper goods that bore a surprisingly familiar looking design.

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The guys finally took the last few days of the year to relax and rest in preparation for their hectic start to the new year, but those are stories for another time.

[doctor-cunt-phd]

Sideblog exclusive face reveal, happy hall of ween

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, October 30th

Gwendolyn: The fact is, there is talk in the council that you have become a bit too... (inhales) American. Giles: (taken aback) Me? Buffy: (surprised) Him?

~~Revelations~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Candy Phobia by badly_knitted (Buffy, Joyce, PG)

Foil Balloons by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Collection: 20 works revealed in Buffyverse Slay-o-Ween Ex 2024 (Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Angelus, Dawn/Connor, Buffy/Riley, Spike/Tara, Willow/Tara, Wesley/Lilah, Buffy & Dawn, Angel & Connor, Spike/Willow, Buffy/Spike, Angel & Faith, Cordelia/Fred, Cordelia/Doyle, Angel/Wesley, Buffy/Faith, various ratings)

Not That Drunk by NuckChikMack (Buffy/Spike, G)

Stolen Moments by fandomtherapy44 (Spike/reader, 18+)

i could be your girl, but would you love me if i ruled the world? by sawyerconfort (Faith/reader, not rated)

Killing Me Softly by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Snooping by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Foil Balloons by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Zombydale Gates, CA by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Haunted House by forsaken2003 (Xander/Spike, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Bend in the Road - Chapter 1 by AsarStar (The Morning Show crossover, Buffy & Cory, T)

Mutual Desire - Chapter 1 by zombiesam (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

Exorcise 👻, Chapter 10 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Письмена на стене – a translation of HollyDB’s The Writing on the Wall, Ch. 1 by breakingandentering (Buffy/Spike, Explicit)

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Fifteen by emma-m-black (Giles/OC, 18+)

Stray, Ch. 12 by Feanix88 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Waiting for You, Ch. 26 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Mysterious Destinies, Ch. 19 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Be Back Before Dawn, Ch. 12 by Blissymbolics (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

reciprocity - epilogue (COMPLETE!) by HappyWhenItRains (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Evaporate, Ch. 1 by Soulburnt (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Reckoning, Ch. 1 by DizzyB (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

I Need Somebody (Not Just Anybody), Ch. 1 by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, R)

A Series of Fortunate Betrayals, Ch. 1 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, R)

You'll Thank Me Later, Ch. 1 by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Sins of the Past, Ch. 1 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Waiting for You, Ch. 26 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Pirate King and Queen of Sunnydale! Ch. 1-13 (COMPLETE!) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, Ethan Rayne, R)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Collage: slayer, the - by drusillas-tales (Buffy, worksafe)

Fanvid: Just One Of The Guys by mercer-queen (Cordelia, Lilah)

Fanvid: From Eden by angelofthe2000s (Buffy/Spike)

Vampire-Slayer Buffy Summers as the most dangerous creature . Queen B of the underworld by flyora (Buffy, worksafe)

Der Kindestod by Alan Mack (nightheartcomics) (worksafe)

The dead rise! Pat is possessed... by Alan Mack (nightheartcomics) (worksafe)

Gwendolyn Post puts on the Glove of Myhnegon by Alan Mack (nightheartcomics) (worksafe)

spuffy moodboard by nightmericana (worksafe)

Heard of me, have you? by olivedrop (Spike, worksafe)

AU where Kendra was buried in Sunnydale... by sideartblog999 (Kendra, worksafe)

Faith by squishedtofu (worksafe)

Collage #219 (all the pretty stars) by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Collage #220 (But we're something, don't you think so?) by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

🎶The curtains close on a kiss... by tiaragloryart (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

the first slayer art by bubbyusagi (Sineya, worksafe)

Halloween costume, with tips for vamp makeup, by usbconnection9999 (vampire in game face, worksafe)

A “Kiss the Librarian” sticker by traveling-wallflower (worksafe)

Mutant Enemy nail art by effinmetal (worksafe)

My wardrobe-sourced Buffy costume by gossamer_bb (Buffy, worksafe)

Pumpkin carving: the mutant enemy (grr arg creature) by Sharlilla (worksafe)

Drawings: Buffy characters by bubbyusagi (Kendra, Faith, Buffy, the Anointed One, the Master, Angelus, Angel, Sineya, worksafe)

Buffy cosplay by accordinaria (worksafe)

My Halloween costume! by delfi2004 (Buffy, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Book review: Bloody Fool for Love by William Ritter reviewed by apachefirecat

thinking about the last season of buffy again by chudsuckerproxy

Favourite AtS Seasons, Ranked by dudeben90

Re: Where do I start with the Graphic Novels by Senorpuddin and others

My problem with the last season of Angel [Il mio problema con l'ultima stagione di Angel] in English and Italian by Negative_Flan_4403

[Recs & In Search Of]

backto-oz, an Oz roleplayer, seeks a partner to play Giles

Ode to Tara and a request for content by firaga_sauce

[Fandom Discussions]

One of my key elements with writing Willow and Tara's respective arcs by lightdancer1

Re: but why dont you call him angelus by moistvonlipwig

spike and drusilla?? it feels like i’m being told there’s high romance there but shown... by selkiemaidenfae

I love that in 5x08 of ATS (“Destiny”) Angel’s dejected face as he watched Spike run off... by thequeenofsastiel

I love how gentle Spike was when he punched Tara in the nose by thequeenofsastiel

I honestly like Cordelia and Angel as friends more than as romantic partners by thequeenofsastiel

Ok remember in "Crush" when Buffy and Spike storm that abandoned building... by andyoullhearitagain

i wish Giles left in season six to help a potential by figsandfandoms

It is funny at the end of Tabula Rasa when Buffy can't even look at Spike... by mybloodyvampire

I still have issues with how they wrote Connor in season 3-4 (but) by theinheriteddutchess

Most Dangerous Villain in the Buffyverse? (cont'd) by burrunjor

Not gonna lie. Connor s4 was NOPE but Connor s5 was DOPE... by sirtch_analyst

Remembering Why Holtz Was The Most Loathsome Character in the Universe For Me by NikkolasKing

Band Candy (I really love Snyder in this episode) by I_was_saying_b00urns

Moments that make you realize a character could have gone either way by Chemical_Egg_2761

The long flowy red shirt Spike wears by foostick

Why does Oz get grouped in with characters who would’ve stuck up for buffy? by llaurilai

What did yall love about Bangle? by SamTheMarioMaster2

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

James Marsters to Attend Vampire Fan Weekend in Whippany, NJ 7-8 June 2025 - via dontkillspike

Guest announcement for Hellmouth Con via thisguy49

James Marsters talks playing Spike in Buffy the Vampire Slayer on "Sports and Hip-Hop with DJ Mad Max"

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