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sweet-sammy-kisses · 8 months

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I'm Not Bad I'm Just Drawn That Way

For @flufftober day 24 melting

Title: I'm Not Bad I'm Just Drawn That Way Fandom: 911 Pairings: Buck/Eddie and Hen/Karen Rating: Mature Summary:

Eddie wasn’t sure that he still knew how to breathe as he took in the sight of Buck, his Buck, dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Her famous red dress fit him perfectly and the leg slit all the way up to the edge of his ass showed off a little too much for Buck to be able to wear his boxers and Eddie had a pretty good idea as to what Buck was wearing under that dress. The bashful smile Buck flashed his way made Eddie want to pin him against the wall and mess up that bright red lipstick that Buck was wearing.

Or Karen helps Buck melt Eddie's brain. You can read it on AO3

Buck could only stare at the outfit that Karen had presented to him with a flourish of what would be his Halloween costume. “You can’t be serious?”

Karen gave him a smirk, “Oh honey we both know that I am very serious.”

Letting out a long drawn-out sigh Buck took the outfit from her, “I guess it’s not all that bad.” Fingering the red satin fabric he looked up at his friend, “Do you think Eddie will like it?”

A startled laugh escaped Karen, “I will be amazed if you and he last half ‘n’ hour at that party before he drags you off and the next time that we see you, you will still be limping.”

Buck had no doubt that his face was a flaming mess but it was true Eddie had left him limping a few times and he loved it. "Do you really think Eddie will like this?"

"Honey; if you two weren't already sickeningly sweet in love this would have been his breaking point. Now let's get practicing, you have some heels to break in." Karen held up a pair of purple pumps that Buck thankful didn’t think he would break his ankles in.

One would think that it would be a well-known fact that Buck and Karen should never be left alone together because they either managed to create chaos or chaos finds them and that should be especially true when it comes to having a bet about the other picking the loser Halloween costume.

No one knew what Buck had lost to Karen despite how hard Eddie and Hen were to get the answer and boy did they try. Buck had been still limping when he came into work after their two days off. He hadn’t been able to look Bobby in the eyes for the whole day while Eddie just had an air of smugness about him that not even Bobby’s dad's look could wipe away.

Athena on the other hand had been a very different story.

“I see you are still sulking beside the punch bowl.” Hen teased as she joined him, she looked amazing as Harley Quinn, she had gone Batman the Animated style, Denny had become obsessed with the show and had been sporting his own impressive Batman suit he happily showed off before May took him, Harry and Christopher off trick and treating. DC superheroes had been a theme for them, Harry had gone as the Flash, Christopher as Superboy because he had a cooler look than Superman and May had been rocking the Black Bat look.

“Like you are any better.” Eddie pointed out, that they had both come without their partners as Karen and Buck would arrive together as Karen put it to make sure that “Eddie didn’t make all of her hard work for nothing when he dragged Buck to bed and made him his own treated.” Eddie had been dying to know what Karen had chosen for him.

“You speak the truth Aragorn.” Hen gave Eddie a knowing smirk, “I take it Buck had fully approved of your costume?”

Eddie sent her a smug smirk as he picked up a cup of Athena’s special witch’s brew and took a sip. It turns out that Lord of the Rings was one of the few movies that Buck had seen and he admitted to Eddie that Aragorn had been his bisexual awakening and it had been easy for Eddie to decide what his costume was going to be this year. “Oh yeah, he liked it.” Eddie could still see the desire in Buck’s eyes as he fell to his knees and gave Eddie a blowjob in their thankfully emptied and door-closed kitchen.

Shaking her head Hen opened her mouth to say something when she was tackled from behind, “There she is the Harley to my Ivy.” Karen pressed a kiss against Hen’s cheek.

“You look amazing Karen.” Eddie praised and she did, she went all out with her costume including painting her skin green.

“Thank you. And if you think my costume looks great take a look at your boy there.” Karen pointed to the doorway.

“Damn, Karen you really went all out with Buck’s costume. You may have won the bet sweetheart but I think Eddie is the real winner tonight.” Hen praised her wife.

Swallowing hard Eddie kept chanting to himself: ‘We are in Bobby’s home. The same Bobby that is Buck’s dad in all ways that matter. That Athena is Buck’s adopted mother and also one of the scariest women in the world and she would not be happy with him defling her baby in the middle of her living room.’ But it was really hard to keep that in mind as Buck made his way over towards him, he even had Jessica’s sensual walk down to a tee.

"Hello Ranger, nice to see you here." Buck purred as he drank in the sight of Eddie dressed as the Aragorn and he was really rocking the leather look.

Eddie wasted no time in pulling Buck into his arms and kissing him senselessly. Forgetting that they were in public and in the same house that Buck’s sister and adopted parents were in Eddie couldn’t contain his hands and he slipped his hand up Buck's bare leg and under the dress, Eddie let out a low curse as his fingers brushed across satin.

Feeling daring, Buck whispered in Eddie’s ear, "I am wearing your favourite pair."

A hiss escaped Eddie, "Alright time to call it a night."

Pulling back and looking at his boyfriend innocently a pout formed on Buck’s face as he pointed out, “We haven’t even danced yet.”

“We can dance at home.” Eddie countered right now dancing was the furthest thing from his mind, right now all that mattered was getting home and letting Buck know just how much he enjoyed his look.

Biting his lower lip Buck knew he was melting under the smouldering look Eddie was giving him, his dark lust-filled eyes promising him a night to remember and as much as he would like to tease Eddie a little longer being naked and sweaty in their bed was a far more tempting offer. “You will be dealing with all the teasing at work.”

“Deal.” Dealing with Hen and Chimney would be a fair price to pay if it meant he got to see what else Buck was wearing under that dress.

Chimney’s question, “Who had Eddie lasting less than a minute?” was followed by Maddie’s ‘that’s my brother Howie,” and Athena’s smug, “That was me,” followed behind them as Eddie all but dragged Buck out of the Nash-Grant house thankful that Chris was going to be spending the night at his Abuela’s and they didn’t have to work tomorrow.

+*****+

Somehow Eddie managed to keep his hands and mouth to himself and get both him and Buck into their house before pinning Buck against the closed front door and devouring his mouth like a man starving.

“I think this would be more comfortable in our room, don’t you agree?” Buck whispered as Eddie began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. Buck dug his nails into Eddie’s leather-covered shoulders wanting nothing more than to ride Eddie’s dick while he was still dressed as his first crush.

“I think that might be a very good idea. I have plans for you Evan, you and that dress.” Eddie growled as he forced himself to pull away from his tempting partner. Grasping Buck’s hand in his he all but dragged the blond to their room. “Just so you know you are keeping that dress.” Eddie informed him, “I plan on seeing you in it many more times.”

“Good thing I own it. I can wear it whenever you want Eight Pack.” Buck promised as he pushed Eddie onto their bed and gave a little shimming of his hips.

Eddie let out a deep growl as he reached out and pulled Buck onto his lap, oh yes the dress was going to be used a lot and he would take his time removing Buck out of it but right now he wanted to see what Buck looked like in it as he rode him.

+*****+

“So just how did Karen win your bet?” Eddie asked as he ran his hand up and down Buck’s bare back.

“She cheated. She bet me I couldn’t last a whole day at the sight of you in your slutty black tank top and she knows I am weak to you like that. So of course she tricked me into a bet on the day that you would be working on your truck in said tank top and a dirty, sweaty, oil-covered Eddie Diaz was just too much for me. I phoned her and told her she won then I dragged you to bed.”

Eddie remembered that day he had barely been able to close the front door before he had a horny Buck pawing at his clothing. It had been a very good day. He really would have to get Karen a bottle of her favourite wine.

+*****+

A long whistle escaped Chimney as he caught sight of the marks that Buck was still trying to cover up, "Damn Eddie really liked your costume?"

There was no missing the twinkle of happiness in Buck's eyes as he responded, "I think he did."

"Oh I really did and I already sent Karen a bottle of her favourite wine as a thank-you gift." Eddie agreed as he joined Buck, his eyes darkening as he took in the marks he had left on Buck's neck and they weren’t the only ones, they were just the easiest to see. The others were for his eyes only.

#buddie #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #day 24 #911 #sherri writes #my fic

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cosplayinamerica · 1 year

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Toshiro Hitsugaya from Bleach / Cosplayer: @LittleViolet.cosplayer / Con : Ohayocon 2023

Ohayocon was definitely the biggest convention I’ve been to, to date. It was also the second ribbon game I participated in, that definitely helped me with talking to people. How to earn and trade ribbons with others. My favorite interaction though was an in series joke between me and another cosplayer

Cosplay has definitely helped me by getting me further out of my shell. I’m normally the person cheering someone else on, someone else having to start the conversation. With cosplay, it’s easier to have something, like a prompt to socialize easier. If you’re in a cosplay, that’s something easy to be able to talk about or compliment someone else’s work. Once you get me talking it’s easier for me to come out of my shell. Seeing other people who look like me, plus size abs confident, really helped with my own self confidence and self esteem too. I hope I can be that same feeling for someone else

I know it might be little cliché but not worry about how your look. I was always and still can be really self conscious of my appearance, my body shape. Once I put on the cosplays the worries of my appearance gets shoved in the back. Talk to others! I’m an anxious person so getting to talk with people was definitely a learning curve, one I’m happy I’m doing better with.

I’m a Halloween kid! I grew up loving Halloween and the Renaissance festival and the outfits that came from both. My mother helped me make different Halloween costumes always different then before. Looking into homemade Halloween costumes kinda lead down the rabbit hole into cosplay. In school I had other friends who’s been to conventions and talked about cosplay, it helped fuel me into looking in the community more. Since jumping into cosplay, it’s something I’m not looking into quitting anytime soon.

I’m cosplaying Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya from the Bleach series. If you looked at the progress from some of my other looks you can see that a major part of my builds are props and how to incorporate them differently.When watching the series I absolutely loved the look of his bankai and how he’s able to manipulate the snow/ice into so many different abilities. His bankai look definitely scratched my love of constructing bigger and more unique designs. Also with the look always changing between panels in the manga or in the anime meant I had a little more wiggle room when crafting the ice creations.This was my first project with LEDs you don’t see them unless I’m not in really bright con lights but it was a touch I liked. Getting the lights to only shine through the eyes and not the rest of the head was little more of a challenge then I expected. If you look on at his back, he has ice blooming from the center that connects to the wings, that made attaching wings was interesting. The straps are actually fed through the captain hoari and top black ‘shirt’ layer.

The pants where also another fun one. When looking for information on traditional hakama pants most talked about 7 pleated with the ties and open side panels. What the reference images show though is fully pleated pants with ties and open side panels. So I mixed them both, I did seven pleats in the front with a gathered elastic half waistband for the back to give the full, many pleat look. This also allowed me to have a more secure waist band then ties and hide the belt for the tail as well. Since the belt was actually in a fabric sock with another one secured over the buckle for the tie in the front. I also have pockets! Which is nice cause I don’t have access to my hands easily in this one.

This experience was overwhelming but an amazing one! On Saturday night I ended the night by receiving @krazykatstudios judges pick! I am absolutely honored and still little in shock about it. This was my third competition but my first time competing at Ohayocon and the largest one I competed in. This competition also required a build book, it’s a binder holding information on how you crafted the cosplay and troubleshooting parts, explaining your progress essentially. So that was a new skill I had to try out too. Sitting in a chair with 5.5ft wings and 4ft tail was also a very new challenge that I may have forgot to take into account before the day of.

It was a surreal experience being announced as a judges choice! There was so many other competitors and amazing outfits that I wasn’t expect it. This was also my first award in cosplay and it’s surreal, I truly am honored.

#bleach #cosplay #anime #ohayocon #cosplay interview #cosplay feature

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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masked intentions || lc x reader

summary: you and chan decided to pick out each other’s costumes for a halloween party, but he thinks it’d be funny to switch out your real costume for something a bit more scandalous

warnings: swearing, alcohol, suggestive content (18+)

word Count: 1.4k

a/n: reworked this piece originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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You’d wanted to do a couples costume, but Chan reasoned that it was “unoriginal” and “overdone”… you were pretty sure he was still bitter over losing the couples costume contest last year after you’d just started dating, but you weren’t about to argue (you two really should have won- but that wasn’t the point). Instead, he suggested that you pick costumes for each other and be surprised with them on the night of Mingyu’s party.

Even though you were hesitant at first, it had been admittedly pretty fun to put Chan’s Halloween costume together. You knew he loved the movie Atlantis so you collected everything he needed to be the perfect Milo Thatch, right down to the messenger bag.

But evidently… Chan did… not put as much thought into your costume. The only word that came to mind as you held it up to your body was… stripper. It was a black, strapless, silk-looking body suit coupled with sheer tights and a pair of unmistakable signature rabbit ears. Complete with a black bow-tie and everything. A playboy bunny. Classy.

Chan was lucky he had to be at Mingyu’s early to set up or else you’d be throttling him right now. He’d left a sticky note attached to the costume where he’d laid it out on the bed too that read: can’t wait to see you tonight ;) scrawled in his handwriting.

You took a deep breath and threw the clothes lingerie back on the bed. Sure it was Halloween, aka the sluttiest holiday of the year, but couldn’t Chan at least pretend to keep it in his pants?

You had put so much time and effort into his costume and he comes up with this basic ass bullshit? Yeah, you were fucking pissed. You whipped out your phone to text him.

-are you fucking kidding me??

-wym

-what the hell is this costume

-oh! you like it?? ;)

-what do you think? do you really want me to show up to gyu’s in this?

-no lol that’s for… later tonight. i have your real costume here at mingyu’s place just thought it’d be funny to let you think it was your costume

You wanted to scream in frustration. The party was starting soon and you were supposed to, what? Show up without a costume in your normal clothes? You weren’t about to be that person.

If Chan thought he was so funny, then you could be hilarious. Without wasting anymore time you slipped into the tights and the bodysuit, smirking at your reflection in the mirror. The tight fabric did an excellent job of hugging your curves and it pushed up your cleavage perfectly. The way the costume ended up fitting put your entire ass on display, not that you were complaining. Go big or go home, baby.

Makeup and hair was easy after that. A bold red lip and dark eyeliner was all it took to make you look the part. You put the ears on and took one last look in the mirror. You were ready.

The party was already in full swing once you finally got there. People were scattered out in the front yard, half naked, fully drunk. You smiled at some familiar faces as you passed, feeling your cheeks get warm when you heard whistling behind you. In any other circumstance, you’d feel embarrassed about being dressed like this out in public, but the anticipation of seeing the look on Chan’s face was making it all worth it.

It was so crowded inside that you could barely squeeze past the front door, nearly tripping over a pile of shoes as you did so. The room was warm from so many people dancing so close together, and the sticky feeling of bodies pressed against yours as you slowly made your way through the masses was making you start to regret your decision.

You looked for Chan, but it was hard to see over the crowd. You spotted Mingyu over by the bar in the kitchen though, so you figured that was a good place to start.

“Damn, y/n,” Mingyu mused once you finally reached him, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked you up and down. “You should wear that more often.”

You rolled your eyes, but ultimately returned the grin. “You like it?”

“I’m not even going to pretend like I don’t.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you quipped back, with a nod of approval at the sexy shirtless firefighter thing he had going on. The neon cargo pants and suspenders combo was really doing it for you. “Make me a drink?”

He was more than happy to, and hopped over the counter to mix you something strong and fruity. You leaned against the bar casually as you waited, still scanning the sea of people for any sign of Chan. Occasionally people who weren’t your boyfriend caught your eye and sent you a wink or a ‘sup from across the room and you had to admit, the attention was definitely boosting your confidence.

Mingyu returned with a drink in hand, your name scribbled across the orange solo cup in black sharpie. You thanked him for it and took a sip, trying not to make a face at the overpowering taste of tequila.

You chatted with Mingyu for a few minutes more before he had other host duties to tend to and left you to fend for yourself. You had no other choice than to mingle after that- it was either that or stand awkwardly by yourself in the kitchen until Chan found you.

And eventually he did find you, but you weren’t alone by then. Quite ironically a guy who was dressed up like Hugh Hefner (there were several) was chatting you up when he finally saw you from the other side of the living room.

You caught his eye and forgot- just for a second- why you were so pissed at him. He looked incredible in his costume, with his hair quaffed just right and the fake set of round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He looked perfect.

But you were quickly brought back down to earth when you heard ‘Hugh’ ask if you wanted another drink.

“She’s good, thanks.” A familiar voice rung in your ears followed by a hand on the small of your back. When the guy didn’t budge, you felt Chan stiffen next to you. “That means you can fuck off now.”

“What was that for- we were just talking!” you exclaimed, spinning around to face your boyfriend.

For the first time that night Chan got a proper look at you in your costume and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. You couldn’t help the surge of pride and victory you felt as you watched him go through the five stages of grief at once.

“It was not just talking, trust me.” He was speaking in an even tone, but his voice wavered just the tiniest bit, making you weak in the knees. “I saw the way that asshole was looking at you, same way everyone at this fucking party is looking at you. Like they want you.”

You shrugged. “You’ve only got yourself to blame for that, babe.”

“You weren’t meant to-“

“I wasn’t about to show up without a costume. I didn’t want to be lame. You were supposed to leave it at home for me.” You were half teasing him, half telling him how you really felt. You were still pretty pissed with him to be honest.

“Whatever, I’ve got your real costume in Mingyu’s room, let’s go get it.”

“Nah, I think I like this one you picked out. Seems to be a crowd favorite.”

Chan looked over your shoulder and made eye contact with a guy that was shamelessly staring at your ass. “Yeah, wonder why that is.”

You watched Chan’s eyes get dark as he smirked down at you. “C’mon,” he urged with a nod back towards the hallway. “Let’s go.”

“Chan, I’m not changing right now, I’m serious.”

“I know, I don’t want you to.”

You blinked like you hadn’t heard him right. “What?”

He leaned in closer so that he could whisper in your ear. “I’m going to take you into that bathroom, pull that stupid costume to the side, and fuck you so hard up against the mirror that you’re seeing stars. I want people to hear you moaning out my name as I push you over the edge. I want you to look so fucked out, so… satisfied afterwards that everyone knows how good I make you feel, how I’m the only one that can make you scream like that because you’re mine.”

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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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Will’s fear of clowns

*Ps -not mine. this is a submission from an anon. tw: for s.a. It’s an interesting submission. ANON-please make a tumblr account already . I’m begging you XD

Hi! It’s me, Lonnie Meth Anon. Back with more depressing thoughts about Lonnie!

I just read your post on Jonathan’s ab*se at the hands of Lonnie, and I second it all. It breaks my heart. But it also got me thinking deeper about Will’s fear of clowns. I think you’re right that part of the horror for Will is that the clown attacks in bed. The bed is, obviously, like you say, a common site for s*xual assault. (Doesn’t El’s picture of “three legged Brenner” also have a bed in it? In a picture with not much else?) The fact that Will needed Joyce to sleep with him for a week suggests he was specifically feeling unsafe in bed, or at night.

But maybe it’s not just the location of the attack in Poltergeist that Will found so harrowing. Maybe it’s the combination of that location with the fact of a clown being the attacker.

I think Lonnie might have dressed up as a clown for Will’s birthday one year, and something happened.

In this instance, I don’t think Joyce would know what happened. I think the incident in her mind would be something like “Lonnie dressed up and Will was scared of the costume”. She might even have thought it was cute. Just a typical little kid fear of something mundane. When she teases him about Poltergeist, she doesn’t actually say the movie was the START of his fear of clowns. Just that he was afraid of that particular clown. The general fear of clowns could have been an older one, going back to when Will was even younger.

Maybe Will even liked clowns, before whatever happened with Lonnie turned them into a source of fear for him. Will has a lion plushie (lions are commonly found in the circus) and the circus seems like the kind of vibrant, colorful environment full of outcast, that a young gay kid would really enjoy. If Will did like circuses and Lonnie poisoned that for him, that’s just another reason to hate Lonnie. But it definitely seems possible.

Lonnie is a deadbeat dad in general, but we’ve seen before that he’s capable of faking the “family man” act in front of Joyce and their neighbors. We’ve also seen that even though he treats Will horribly, he would also try and keep Will on his side with father son bonding activities, like baseball. And Will’s birthday is one of the few occasions Lonnie makes a half-assed kind of effort, even when there’s nothing directly in it for him. He sends that card, even though it’s late. Maybe Joyce made called him up and made him send it, but she always seemed happy to keep Lonnie out of the picture. She didn’t even want to involve him when Will went missing. And we know Jonathan would never try and facilitate more interactions between Lonnie and Will. So it seems like Lonnie did this of his own accord, when he realized he’d missed the day. Kind of weird. And it’s classic abuser behavior, to make contact on an anniversary date, reminding you they exist and you can’t escape them. Reminding you to keep quiet. Or hoping you’ll miss them, remember the “good times” when they made an effort, and let them back into your life. (Ugh.)

So, anyway, back to my theory. Young Will likes circuses, and the Byers family are poor, so they can’t afford to take him to one, or throw him a party at an ice cream parlor or a bowling alley, like other kids. It makes sense that they would have a party at home instead, and that the family themselves might dress up. We know Joyce made Will’s Ghostbusters costume in season two, and a clown is a pretty easy costume. Most of it is just make up. It’s possible the whole thing was Joyce’s idea, and she made the costume, and Lonnie just went along with it to look like a good dad in her eyes.

Remember how we see Bob (Will’s new father figure) dressing up in costume for Halloween? Joyce loves it. This is a thing good dads do, to have fun with their kids. That’s also the same episode we see Will scared by a guy in a clown costume, and Jonathan is hyper-protective of him that night. School is okay, but he doesn’t want him trick or treating. (Like he knows that school is a safe environment, but in other contexts, costumes and parties might be a trigger for Will.) Jonathan is convinced to leave Will and “let him have fun” and what happens? The clown attacks. Later that night Jonathan goes to a costume party himself, where he finds Nancy upset and takes her safely home. Maybe this is how Will’s birthday party ended - with Jonathan finding Will upset, and trying to comfort him. The whole night could be playing out like a parallel to that birthday party, from Jonathan’s perspective.

What actually happened with Will and Lonnie is up for debate. It’s possible there was a s*xual assault, and that’s why the clown scene in Poltergeist was such a trigger for Will. Or maybe Lonnie thought circuses weren’t “manly” enough for his son to like, and actively tried to scare Will, so he wouldn’t like them anymore. It’s hard to know. Something would have happened though, and probably something pretty formative, because the fear of clowns lasts a long time.

Something else interesting is that when Mr Clarke is talking about the Upside Down in season one, he uses the metaphor of the flea and the acrobat. Acrobats are a main act in the circus, and, well … fleas. Flea circuses. That’s a thing. Maybe it’s a hint that the trauma that created the Upside Down was circus / clown - related?

Kali, El, and their gang wear clown masks too, when they’re going to confront their childhood trauma, and the child-like Alexei is surrounded by clowns when he is killed at the fair.

Clowns are just so associated with birthday parties and little kids, that it doesn’t seem like a coincidence to me they’re Will’s biggest fear. Especially as the show keeps dropping hints about Lonnie and Will’s birthday. It feels like there’s more to the story. I have a horrible feeling SOMETHING happened.

RESPONE (kaypeace):

I think it’s very possible-that maybe he did dress as a clown for Will’s birthday and something happened. We have alexi (paralleled to Will) playing carnival games with kids. Then he's attacked by the Lonnie-look alike : and alexi looks at his wound then stares at all the clowns laughing around him. Joyce and Murray find Alexi bleeding/dy*ng next to a clown statue. As joyce looks in horror and Murray says to her, he was “only gone for a second” (which sounds like something you’d say in relation to a kid you were supposed to watch-running off ). We also had sarah at age 7 die while wearing a gown with clowns on it (Will: it was a 7 the demogorgan it got me). Death of innocence symbolism? Hopper also describes his depression as a cave- he goes through the carnival ride where it mentions a "cave of horrors", which had decor of a tiger and a clown painting. So yeah... whatever happened probably isn't good. So- there may be some symbolism there in relation to Will’s past. Not only because (like I and you have mentioned before) Lonnie is highly associated with birthdays. And canonically we know he mentally scarred jonathan on his b-day. But also, s4’s ‘victor creel’ may be an easteregg to the xmen character victor creed- who had a tradition of tra*matizing family members specifically on their bdays

As another alternative:I could also totally see Lonnie “ruining” circuses for Will because it’s not “manly” to him. Like how Jonathan liked thumper the rabbit-from the film bambi. in the film, Thumper is bambi’s bff, and the hunters are the bad guys who k*ll Bambi’s mother and terrorize all the wildlife. SO yeah- making Jonathan become a hunter, and k*ll a rabbit ,despite this fact, is really messed up. And shows Lonnie has already tried to ‘ruin’ things the boys like. By mentally scarring them in one way or another…

I also mentioned how Will’s bday could even be a trigger for jonathan in a diff post.

if the s4 bts calender hinting it’ll be near Will’s bday and easter it could be relevant to Jonathan.we know in s1 el has tra*matic flashbacks when seeing certain things- coke, closet, cat, etc. And Will in s2 has his ‘anniversary effect’ where memories flood back based on the time of year.But like … Easter has bunnies - could seeing rabbits jog stuff up for Jonathan? El seeing a cat made her have a flashback of brenner trying to make her kill a cat. Would Jonathan seeing like Easter bunny decor jog up a flashback of lonnie making him kill a rabbit? (It happened on his bday too). So Will’s b day being around easter would only fuel that memory. (heck even popped balloons may trigger gunshot symbolism idk). And then for Will there is clowns that could be a tr*gger at a party.

The flea and the acrobat analogy (in relation to Will and circuses is very interesting) and could be foreshadowing- it’s even a title for an episode so I feel like it’s narratively an important hint to …something. similar to a s1 ep being called “the bathtub”. Also, Will was compared to a circus flea- which were placed in an enclosed space, where heat was applied as they jumped and tried to escape the increasing temperatures as they burned .Which could relate to my theory about Will having a se*zure due his body overheating due to Lonnie injecting him with m*th.

If Will’s bday is in s4- I feel like Lonnie will come back in some capacity (flashback or literally). The ‘sorry, I forgot you b day’ card from Lonnie in s2, in Lonnie’s shed Joyce mentioning Will’s b day, the rainbow ‘happy birthday cup’ placed next to Will at Mike’s -while Will explains the supernatural, Lonnie already tra*matizing Jonathan on his bday, etc…

#submission #stranger things theory #will byers #lonnie byers

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spacehologramcollection · 4 years

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Kombat Krew and Summer Headcanons: Part two.

Have some fluffy headcanons, before Smutty Saturday and Smuttier Sunday. I can hear you all, ‘But Smut Goblin, you’ve already written these’ Well, I have more ideas, and my thirst is now unrivaled. So, Summer with the Kombat Kast Part two: Electric fucking Boogaloo. Oh yeah, there’s also smut, I lied, they aren’t just fluffy.

I know I said I’d have more characters. But this was ten pages. TEN FUCKING PAGES! So, like Part 2.5 is coming up! Enjoy.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Shitposts about Kano. 18+ under the cut. I fixed Sindel and her retcon. I hope. GIFs do not belong to me. Either found on the Tumblr Gif finder thing, or google.

Fujin:

· What fresh fucking hell is this? Short haired Fujin is because he’s sick of this shit. His hair is sticking to his fucking back, he can’t cope with the warmth. So, he cut it. And now he looks like sin incarnate. Fuck yes Fujin.

· He’s an actual sweetheart when you both go for walks. If it’s too warm and he sees kids trying to fly their kites, he may, just may, summon a breeze. Because he’s actually a giant softie. When you ask him if that was him, he’ll tilt his head and look shocked. Him? Use his powers like that?! He wouldn’t dream… don’t tell Raiden.

· He loves discovering new mortal customs and culture. Day drinking still confuses him. Why is everyone drinking at 2 in the afternoon? He jokes Bo Rai Cho is having an effect on everyone. He’s not opposed to have a sneaky drink with you as the suns setting though. He does like to have a good time, as we’ve all heard in his intros. You’ve never seen him drunk, you’re pretty sure he can’t get drunk. But he has joked that the Elder Gods must never know, that you’re both drinking wine at 2pm.

· He’d love visiting winebars on an evening for nice relaxed drinks. Any bar with an outside area, bonus points if it’s got a balcony and a good view… he’d suggest Sky Temple, but relaxed drinks, turn into a bender with Bo Rai Cho. With Bo often suggesting skinny dipping. Raiden has consulted the Elder Gods, ‘Relaxed drinks’ are banned.

· Long walks. This man has stamina for days. He loves getting out into the middle of bum fuck nowhere and walking. Nature seems to love him and flocks to him. Every. Fucking. Time. You. Sit. Down. You look away, and when you look back, there’s just a fucking rabbit sat near you both. Fujin is feeding it grass. He looks so happy and content.

· If there’s any music/art/food festivals on, then you’re going, he wants to know more about mortals and their customs. So, any opportunities he’s going to want to take up. Nothing better than him playfully wrapping an arm around you and chuckling when you blush. He’s not that against PDA whilst you’re amongst mortals. He’s sure his brother wouldn’t tease. But Kung Lao would. And he doesn’t fancy a lecture from his brother. It’s not a lecture, but, it’s a lecture.

· As much as he loves exploring. He’ll also love those lazy warm days. Either sat comfortably close, talking about anything and everything. Or lounging out in the garden or your balcony with him.

· He’ll always make sure you’re hydrated. Like ‘Y/N, do you need some water? You look dehydrated. Please don’t get dehydrated.’ He’s a bit of a worried mother hen sometimes.

· He’ll also love watching the sunset, whilst you’re both comfortably laid together. You’re always unsure if the cool evenings breeze is from him or not. You like to think it is.

· Lots of cute photos. You take loads. He’s so photogenic. He’s always got such a happy genuine smile on his face. He’s got super long arms too, so he can always get the best angle.

· He secretly loves you both walking together, and you holding onto/your arm linked with his. He loves the way you kind of fall forward when you laugh, placing a hand on his as you do so. He’ll always flash you a half smile.

· The first time you had sex in the shower was when you were taking a cold shower the try and cool yourself down. He naturally wanted to join you, because this fucking heat can fuck off. Long story short, a bit of teasing, led to him fucking you against the wall of your shower. The shower didn’t cool you down at all. In fact, you were warmer in the shower than out of it.

· Lazy sex on the sofa too. He loves watching you ride his cock. He loves running his hands up your side, as you slowly ride his cock and savour every moment.

Havik:

· Is the weather making everyone uncomfortable? He had no idea. He fucking did, because he’s living for the chaos. He’s also used to this weather. Chaosrealm is either baking hot or extremely cold. So, he’s literally chilled with this. Why is everyone panicking? He’s sat there in sunglasses and drinking a Pina Colada. Such a little shit.

· He’s a hot mess all the time. But summer makes him an even hotter mess. You’ve never seen someone give less of a fuck till you met him. Great thing about Havik, he doesn’t give two fucks about anything. He’s so laidback. You don’t want to go out because it’s too warm? That’s fine. You want to go out and get wine drunk? He’s got two hands to carry two bottles. Whatever you want to do.

· Relaxed drinks in your garden, he’s burning the food on the grill, your neighbours are telling him to put a shirt on, because you don’t have a fence. Everyone is having a great time.

· He lives for terrible BBQs. He loves the disappointment more than the food. Your parents aren’t who this fucking behemoth in the most chaotic Hawaiian shirt is. No one is going to tell him his shirt is gawdy, because he’s so fucking tall.

· He knows all the lyrics to ‘We didn’t start the fire’ which is a skill and slightly concerning.

· Extremely good at limbo… too good. You’re watching as people’s faces switch from whimsical whimsy to fucking shocked. You’re sure someone was sick. Lives for the chaos.

· He hates going outside for long periods of time. His face itches and it’s too warm to wear everything normally. Badly. Loves Halloween though, because people always compliment how great his ‘Costume’ and makeup is.

· You’ve had a few comments on how handsome he is and laid back he is. He doesn’t get the ‘handsome’ thing, he prefers his face, when half of it’s you know, missing.

· He loves Summer and how warm it is. When you ask why, he admits ‘It’s because Hotaru will be miserable’ And then he’ll smile. Summer is his Christmas. Because Hotaru is miserable.

· When you can’t sleep, he’s awake, you’re not sure he needs to sleep. But he’s awake. You’ll have long chats, and, you both end up sat on your Livingroom floor, playing trivial pursuit. You’re sort of surprised by how much random knowledge he knows.

· He’ll go on walks with you. This is where he met his first goose. He fucking loves them. What are these hate filled, angry creatures? Why does he want an army of them? When one hisses at him and falls in the river, he’s so happy. The circle of Chaos goes on.

· Loves the beach. Because there’s loads of water. He fucking loves it. Ready to jump in as soon as he sees you. Pulls you in and you both swim for ages. He loves watching the waves crash against the shore with you, your head on his shoulder, whilst he draws circles… or squiggles on your leg.

· Summer sex with him is so easy going. You’re sure you always end up fucking him in your car more than usual. You’re down to fuck on the way back from a day out? Fucking pull over, he’s good to go.

· Don’t let him drive. He can’t drive.

· Havik fucks hard and he once broke your headboard with his grip… and two fingers. But that’s fine, he just put them back together all good.

Tomas Vrbada Smoke:

· He’s not a fan of this shit. He’s not overly bothered about the heat, it’s his hair. It’s sticking to his back and he doesn’t like it. Has asked Bi-Han for a hug. He just wants to feel cold.

· Queue the manbun. He’s not cutting his hair. He loves it too much. So, hair is up and tied back. Which only elevates his hipster status… and makes him look that little bit hotter. Burns hotter than the weather.

· He’ll always put on sunscreen. He burns very easily. Way too easily. No tan. Just burns. He does get a slight dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose. He’s not overly keen on them… but you think their cute. He starts to like them a little bit more when you remark how cute they are… and when you run your finger over them.

· He’ll love doing something a little adventurous in summer. Which surprises you. He’s normally pretty introverted and wanting to relax and lounge. He’ll love doing something like hiking in the hills or taking long walks along a river. He just lives strolling, hand in hand, if it’s not too warm, and chatting genuine shit.

· Imagine: Smoke, grey short-sleeved t-shirts, some cropped jeans, a good pair of hiking boots (Probably timberlands, the hipster) and a grey flannel jacket wrapped around his waist. Fucking hell. I need a fan!

· Cute dates to cafes, where you both either talk about what you’re reading, or you both go to read. Said café dates can also be in the park with a takeaway ice coffee. Smoke is a hipster, fight me on this. You’re both looking up at the sky, laid arm on arm, head to head, whilst watching the clouds go by. You love moments like this and you both feel so content.

· If you can ride a bike and are into that shit. He wouldn’t be opposed to having a bike ride, either along a canal or river. Somewhere that’s got a nice even off-road trail, with shade, nice scenery and is easy going. He’ll always make sure to pack lots of snacks, water and also sunscreen. Lots of sunscreen. He’ll plan a huge day out for you both, with lots of stops to see sights along the way. It’s all going great until he gets a bug in his mouth. Then he remembers why he hates the outdoors.

· If gets too warm, you’re both going to the Lin Kuei temple. Smoke doesn’t care. You can live his room. He’s got a kettle and plenty of cup of noodles. Kuai thinks it’s nice that Smokes found someone. Bi-Han teases, because what kind of older brother would he be? Bi-Han totally views Smoke as a younger brother. He comes up with a cute ship name and he makes sure everyone refers to you both by it.

· Loves the beach. Loves drinking iced tea at the beach. He’s under a big umbrella though. Sat in the shade, sipping his tea, reading his book, looking absolutely fine as fuck. People fall into ditches watching him lounge around. Bi-Han wanted to come with you both. Suns out guns out. He totally throws a bucket of water on him, saying he needs to cool the fuck down. And throws the bucket at him. Only to proceed to fall flat on his face.

· Relaxed afternoon drinks at some hipster bar. He’s drinking an IPA. He doesn’t give a shit what you think… he really does. But it’s too warm for a hot chocolate.

· He’s not overly fond of sex if it’s really warm. But saying that, on those cooler evenings, he’ll love just having you ride his cock. It’s soft, gentle, with a lot of touches and caresses. He loves you and loves spending time with you. He’ll also love the sight of your body in the moonlight. That slight summer breeze cooling you both down. The sound of the city below you, drowning out the moans.

Kabal:

· Pre-Burn Kabal is so hyped for summer. The moment that barometer or the weather says it’s slightly warm. That’s it. He’s wearing cropped shorts, showing off those finely tuned calves, and wearing a vest that may as well not be a vest, because side-boob.

· He totally as a duck barometer on his desk, that turns yellow when it’s supposed to be warm. ‘Sorry Kano, can’t work, Mr Quack says it’s going to be sunny. You know what that means’ Queue everyone sighing, because they know their in for a month of awful outfits.

· You notice he slows down a lot in the summer. ‘Babe, papa is out of shape’ is the most uttered phrase for him. He’s used to the heat, but that doesn’t mean he wants to be speedy. He wants to savour every moment of his favourite season, with his favourite person.

· He’s a mix of lazy and energised. He’ll want to go for long walks in the park, the woods, the river, the beach. But he’ll also want to lounge around in his underwear, AC on, whilst you both watch shit TV and binge watch bad films.

· Drives at 2 am in the morning, because he wants a really cold drink, and he knows this place that does really good slurpees. Queue, some very bad summer music. If you have to listen to ‘Steal My Sunshine’ One more fucking time, you’re going to scream. The slurpee is pretty good.

· He’ll also tease your thighs on the way back home. Which leads to you giving him a blowjob whilst he drives. Which leads to him having to pullover and fuck you in the backseat. Lord have mercy he can’t cope.

· He’s really good at BBQ you’re so surprised. You both have two people BBQs, you’re both sipping on cocktails, having fun, listening to terrible music. Annoying your neighbours who don’t want to hear his shit music. He’ll love spinning you around and picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you back inside. Just so you can make out on the couch.

· Prank calling Kano at 2 in the morning. With very unfunny jokes. But it’s funny, because it’s Kano and it’s winding him up.

· Nothing better than walking into the living room and seeing a near fully naked Kabal on the sofa. Sprawled out, glistening skin, playing on his Playstation. Glasses on and a lazy smile. God.

· If you wear shorts, he’s going to be very distracted. Loves your ass in them. And will always give it a discreet and cheeky squeeze. He’ll always lean in to whisper and tease you, about what he’s going to do when you both get back.

· Going to the beach or swimming is always fun. He’ll totally drag you into the pool and splash you.

· He’s so glad his hair is fairly short. Because who’s got the time in this heat.

· Cute dates to diners and relaxed drinks on the kitchen floor. Because it’s cool, and you can both eat ice cream from the tub.

· Post burns everything is different.

· I still headcanon he’s not a massive fan of his body and his skin is hypersensitive to the heat.

· He’ll love you rubbing sunscreen affectionately onto his skin, or maybe rubbing a balm to try and ease it. If you’re whispering sweet nothings, or how much you love his body, whilst doing this, it’ll make him so fucking happy. He wants to feel loved.

· Sometimes, the gentle rubs, turn into teasing rubs, and then into needful grabs. Which leads to some pretty intimate and passionate sex. Lots of body worship and lots of caresses.

· He will want to stay in more in Summer. His skin will feels like it’s on fire and it won’t be comfortable. He will not dress casually in the summer when out in public. But when that confidence returns, he’ll be back to wearing next to nothing on the sofa.

Bi-Han:

· He can handle this better than Kuai. Or so he says. He hates it really. He fucking hates this warmth and this weather. He wants to be cold. You’ve caught him threatening to climb into the fridge or the chest freezer.

· Endearing whines from him. He loves the excuse however, that gets to lounge around in next to nothing. Queue you coming back from work to see him on your couch, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Complaining that he��s melting. He knew he was hot, but he didn’t think he was this hot! You hate and love that joke.

· He’s eaten all your ice cubes, ice cream and ice lollies. He’s trying to cool down, but nothing is working. When you suggest maybe going to back to Arctika, he’s not down for that. He wants to stay here with you… that and going back, would confirm to Kuai that he was right and Bi-Han was wrong. He ain’t having that shit!

· He’s constantly taking ice cold baths and showers. But nothing is helping. But on the bright side, you’ve got an unlimited supply of ice cubes. He sees yours are melting, boom, have some more.

· He does manage to lower the temperature of your house, but he really has to focus, and he hates his concentration face. Kuai makes him look really majestic, Bi-Hans looks confused, sad and angry all rolled into one. He ain’t a fan of it.

· He does love spending time with you though. He’ll love wrapping his arms around you out in public. Barely anyone knows he’s the Grandmaster of The Lin Kuei so why the fuck does it matter?

· He’ll love going on cute bar dates, he looks pretty fucking FINE in a suit. All dressed up, looking like a whole three course meal. He’ll love sitting on a balcony, with some good food and a few glasses of wine.

· Ultimate tease. His hands are cooler than any drink, and he’s an obsession with your legs in summer. He’ll love running a hand up and down your thighs, cheekily squeezing your ass in shorts. He’s very discreet, which makes you call him a Ninja, he’ll wrinkle his nose at that. He’s no ninja, he’s just good at been discreet.

· He’s also a fan of sitting on the kitchen floor because it’s cool. You’re both listening to music in your kitchen, sat on the floor, eating ice cream and drinking frozen drinks.

· Summer sex for Bi-Han involves a lot of him surprising you with some sweet kisses. Which get heated. Very heated. He’ll end up picking you up, placing you on your kitchen counter and helping you get rid of some layers. The counters cool against your skin, and he’s still pretty cool, so it’s all round refreshing.

· He loves the beach. Not only because he loves showing off his physique, but you look cute and he likes the thought of the water been cool.

· Water is saltier than he is. But he doesn’t give a shit. He can swim pretty well, and he’s soon out pretty far. It’s so good to finally be cold.

· Low-key drags Smoke and Kuai with you both to the beach. Smoke is chilling, vibing with his book and the little sandcastle version of the temple he built. Kuai is fucking miserable.

· Bi-Han will chuck you into the sea if you ask. If you want to be Yeeted, he will yeet you as far as you want to go. He’ll also playfully push you off the pier and jump in after you.

· Small kisses in the water, his arms around your waist.

Kuai Liang (Sub Zero):

· He still hates this. Nothing has changed. Summer can go fuck itself. He handles the complaints better than Bi-Han but he doesn’t handle the heat better. The only upside, he gets to spend some quality time with you. With no Bi-Han interrupting. Because he’s the worst.

· He still doesn’t let on how bad he’s feeling it. He’s there, stoic, teeth gritted, whilst you’re having lunch. You decide to surprise him with a cold bath, the AC on the lowest setting, and ice in the bath. You leave him a note saying ‘Surprise and enjoy’ he fucking loves you. His heart actually may do a backflip.

· When you get back, he’s less teeth gritted and more relaxed. He’ll take your hands in his and bring you in for a very soft kiss. You’re in your apartment so no one can see. It’s all cool!

· He still tries to dress in his Grandmaster gear. He’s trying to remain stoic and trying his hardest to be his usual self. You remind him, that no one but you can see him in your apartment.

· He will bite the bullet eventually and will shed his upper half of clothes. He’s currently sat in the comfy pair of short joggers you bought him. He’s a Grandmaster but he’s going to melt unless he changes. This is no different than when he’s in his relaxing gear back at the temple.

· Your neighbours are in for a treat. When he wakes up, does his morning meditation in front of the window… only to realise the curtains and door are open, your neighbours are watering their flowers, and they are just stood there. Staring. Wondering how one man can be so chiselled and fine looking. Que him, leaning over to close the curtains. ‘Y/N. Did you open the curtains whilst I was meditating?’ ‘Yeah, why?’ ‘I don’t think your neighbours appreciate seeing me’ Oh, if only he fucking knew.

· His bonus for living through his own personal living hell, you’re dressed in your cute summer clothes, and you constantly want to be close to him in your apartment. He does love how close you are to him. He loves when you’re relaxing on the sofa, and your head is on his shoulder. He will watch you from the corner of his eye, a small smile tugging on his lips. Just as his arm snakes around you more.

· He doesn’t drink a lot. He isn’t against it. But then you introduce him to a Long Island Iced Tea. He can’t taste the tea but it’s pretty nice. He’ll love lounging with you on your balcony, watching as the evenings sky bleeds into the nights sky.

· He’ll tell you about the constellations as a refreshing breeze washes over you.

· He’ll love going for walks with you. He loves been out and exploring more of Earth in a more relaxed way. He’s been to many places, but they’ve always been mission related.

· He may not be able to last long with the heat, but he does love wandering around the Forests and woods. He’ll spout random facts about the wildlife and fauna you pass.

· Sex with Kuai when it’s warm is often difficult. He’s feeling flustered by the warmth and struggling. You do offer to run him a cold shower. He’ll sit there, asking if you wish to join him. You’re not going to pass that up. It’ll start innocent, with him just holding your body. Musing how he’s missed your touch.

· A few kisses later and you’ve got him all flustered again. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on, when you slowly sink to your knees and take his cock into your mouth. At first, he’s like ‘Y/N, we can’t do this in the shower’ But, even all of that stoic training can’t help him here. His moans betray him, hands hovering over your hair, before you tangle them for him. This leads to him showing you some of that strength of his and fucking you against the wall of the shower.

· After, you’re both panting messes, and you hear him chuckle. He comments on how he guesses the weather has bonuses. That’s as horny of a comment you’ll ever get from him.

Kung Lao:

· He’s actually fine in this heat, why do you ask? Kung Lao can handle heat, who said he couldn’t? Their lying. Okay, they’re not lying. He hates it. He fucking hates it. He’s confused at how Raiden can be stood there, completely unphased, and Fujin can be there with long fucking hair. They are winding him, and he knows it.

· Liu Kang is fine. But he’s fucking not. Of course, he’s fucking fine with the heat.

· He does love spending the time with you though. I mean, you look pretty cute in those shorts, and he loves how you smile and your so giddy about going out places.

· His arrogance will be the death of him. Death will be caused by melting. He won’t admit how much he’s not overly fond of the heat. But when you see him staring into the fridge, you know he’s too warm. You suggest going for a swim and going to the beach.

· Best idea in the fucking world. He can swim pretty well, so he’s dragging you into the water, before you can even pull off your clothes. He’s like ‘Lets go Y/N. Lets go.’ He’ll splash you, like the dick he is, he can give but can’t take when you splash him back.

· Will feign falling over, only to have you rush over to him. He’ll then pick you up and spin you around and launch you into the water. You both piss about far too much. Lord Fujin is smiling down, so happy and proud, Lord Raiden is face palming so hard. The Elder Gods couldn’t give a fuck, their too warm as well.

· He’ll always insist you take photos, bonus if it’s a polaroid so he can take the photos back. He will continuously show Liu Kang, Raiden and Fujin. He acts like the heat wasn’t that bad… Fujin knows the truth but he’s not going to say shit.

· He’ll love going for small evening walks with you, just as the suns starting to set, you’re both strolling beside a rive. A small breeze is blowing past you. When you’re not looking, he’s thanking Fujin for been a bro and having his back. ‘Thank you…’ ‘What was that Kung Lao?’ ‘Nothing Y/N. You look very pretty. How’s that breeze?’

· He loves the sunshine though and will want to make the most of going out in it. Que you both spending as much time as possible outside. Whether you’re just lounging, walking or exploring.

Sindel: (The Smut Goblin will do you right, since 11 just retconned you.)

· Outworld is naturally warmer than Earthrealm. She knows this and understands that it may be hard to cope. She’s there, looking ethereal, not a single hair out of place, barely breaking a sweat. Whilst you’re boiling. She thinks it’s cute.

· She’ll always shake her head when you deny how warm you are. She’ll make sure you’ve always got fresh water and are kept cool. If it’s warmer than usual, she’ll make sure you’ve got baggy clothes to keep you cool and make sure you’re okay.

· She’s not mean by any standard, but she will tease you ever so slightly about it. If you’re slightly red from the heat, she will tease you about it. ‘Y/N, blushing to see me already.’ Will tease you discreetly. And she will always remark about how she didn’t know she had this effect on you.

· She’s discreet. She can’t be embarrassing Kitana like that. She ain’t about that life. Kitana fully supports your relationship. She thinks it’s nice her mother has found someone to spend her life with. Shao Kahn who? Who’s that dick? Never heard of Shags Cars.

· She’ll personally request you join her when she goes to try and cool down at the warmest part of the day. The pool is surrounded by blooms and lush scenery, scenery you didn’t know existed in Outworld. Because, it does look barren.

· You’re not arguing that it’s a mirage, until she strips down and asks you to join her. Everything is pleasant and cool. She asks you all about Earthrealm whilst you’re chilling in the cool water.

· She wants to know more about you and yourself. And what better place than whilst taking a leisurely dip.

· She’ll love lounging around on one of the balconies in the evening. Wine in hand, whilst you’re leant against her. She’ll plant a gentle kiss on your head, before asking if you’re comfortable. Very caring, because you know, she’s actually a caring person. NetherRealm seemingly forgot this shit. Let me remind them.

· Sex with Sindel is fucking WILD. She can go from a pillow princess (Queen?) to a fucking dom in seconds. One minute she’s sat on your face, trying to stifle a moan, less anyone hear. The next, she’s got you flipped over, pinned down, whilst she attacks your cunt with her very skilled tongue.

· You forget about the heat of the day and focus on the heat that’s pooling in your stomach for a few moments. Once you’re spent and wasted, she’ll always remark ‘I told you I could make you forget the heat my dear’

Geras.

· For a man that has lived an eternal life and has lived through the heats of many summers. He’s never got to experience them because of ‘Can I see the manager’ Kronika. Fuck her.

· He can cope with the heat of the day and is pleasantly surprised when there is a refreshing breeze. He’s so happy to be able to enjoy the summer and the sunshine, without the Titan of complaints, bossing him about.

· He’s blissfully unaware of how mortals struggle with heat.

· When you go on nice walks, to show him more of Earthrealm, and so you can both take cute photos. He’s walking miles head, happy and curious about everything. ‘Isn’t this nice Y/N. What a refreshing breeze… Y/N?’ Turns around to see you in a puddle on the ground. Que him turning back and picking you back up.

· He loves experiencing different cultures and will love you exploring different parts of your city and trying new things. Kronika was a bitch and didn’t give him any downtime.

· He’s loving this new lease on life, the fact he doesn’t have to go on bullshit missions for the Elder God of bullshit and family problems.

· He’ll love cuddling up with you, whilst you both chat, and he tells you all the stories of his life. You name a time period, and he has lived through and experienced it. Bonus if you’re doing a history degree.

· ‘Actually, my boyfriend was there and that’s not what happened. Give me my 100% on my test’

· He’ll be a little confused why you always take photos of him at first. Until you explain you’re creating memories. Then he’ll be constantly posing for your photos with you. He takes the cutest selfies. He’s got such a warm smile and some gorgeous eyes. You’re the envy of all of your friends.

· When you suggest going to the beach, he’s all for it, he loves the sound of the waves and finds it soothing.

· He makes the most impressive sandcastles. It puts everyone else’s to shame on the beach. He’s not even trying which is the best part.

· Geras is a tall guy. So, when he wades out into the ocean, you’re stuck behind in a bit of a shallower end. He wants you to come with him, so you’re getting picked up, and he’s got you on his shoulders. Your toes skimming the waters edge. He loves hearing your laugh, and you swear you hear him chuckle when you fall in.

· He often remarks how he’s no longer eternally alone. And it makes your heart skip a beat.

· He loves life in the slow lane, time is no object to him, so why not take things slow?

· He’ll prefer slow and passionate sex during the warmer months. He knows you’re warm and he wants to make sure you’re okay. So slower and softer sex is on the cards. But if you want him to fuck you rough, then he is down for that, and the man has skill.

· Geras needs a hug and I think we need to give him one.

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genre : DDLG!au word count : 6.5k warnings — short fighting, drunk Jk, pet names, threesome, fingering, oral sex (receiving & giving at the same time), unprotected sex, creampie, cumshots, round 1&2, cumplay, light manhandling, double penetration, sloppy seconds, overstimulation, black out, Jk & Tae each cum twice, squirting, aftercare a/n : this was supposed to be a halloween special ripmycreativity,, only two parts left! n_n

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“__________,” Jungkook softly whined after staring at his reflection for the second time. “I look ridiculous like this. I can’t go out without the mask.”

You frowned and shook your head in his direction, showing your disagreement.

“You’re the only one to blame here,” scolded Taehyung while brushing his fingers through his temporary green-colored hair. “If you didn’t have so much fun scaring her in the first place maybe she wouldn’t be so afraid of it.”

Jungkook looked back at the mirror and remembered sneaking up on you with a zombie mask on and you crying out in surprise. He had chased you through two aisles, both lightly growling and convulsing with laughter as he watched you trying to spot Taehyung so he could protect you.

He eventually had to stop when you tripped over your feet and looked back at him with eyes filled with worry and tears.

“Baby, don’t be scared… It’s just me.” He had soothed you, still grinning, while pulling the mask over his head and squatting next to you.

Jungkook let out a hopeless chuckle, “it’s not even the same. This one has nothing on. It’s just black.” He held out the mask to you but you looked away, busy trying to unwrap one of the lollipops they had given you as props. “I look like a freaking panda without it.”

“Well maybe, my idea wasn’t that worst like you asserted.” Taehyung mumbled. “Let Daddy help you with that.” He nimbly opened and gave it back to you.

“There was no way I was going there dressed as a rabbit.” He huffed, recalling the way he dismissed Taehyung’s original idea of dressing up as the Mad Hatter, Alice and the White Rabbit.

He watched him putting the finishing touches to your costume, drawing fake tattoos on your naked thighs before slipping you in fishnet stockings.

Jungkook’s eyes travelled up to stare at the ridiculously short shorts that served making your enticing ass all the more alluring from the view he could get in the mirror where you were sitting on the bathroom counter.

Taehyung’s hands moved to your neck to adjust the collar and made sure it wasn’t too tight.

Your jacket’s pockets were filled with candies — the main reason you had agreed to this costume choice, plus the colored bunches.

“I think you’re good to go,” Taehyung smiled down at you and you swung your legs in excitement as you looked at your reflection above your shoulder.

“But,” he trailed when he caught sight of himself, “my lipstick could get a little more smudge, don’t you think?”

You weren’t given the time to adjust to the proximity when you turned your head back, gazing up at the smug smile he was addressing you as he took the lollipop out of your mouth and claimed your lips in a languid kiss.

Jungkook watched you and tongued his cheek. He sighed and looked once again in the mirror, eventually deciding to remove the makeup around his eyes.

You pulled away from Taehyung to be able to breath again. He gave you his useful lustful look that had you blushing in one heartbeat. He bit his lips, unsatiated, and buried his face in your neck making you chuckle and lean back against the mirror.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Jungkook had put the mask back on. You whined and reached out for his half covered face in frustration.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” He snickered and pouted, “am I too scary?”

Taehyung leaned back up and looked at him.

“Well if you keep kissing him, I’ll keep it on.”

You quickly kneeled up on the counter and crawled to him. You frowned a little and gave him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Not here genius.”

“mmaks,” you fussed while pointing at his face.

You pursed your lips in his direction, realising you still weren’t going for what he expected he suddenly swooped you in his arms and gnawed at your neck earning shrieks and giggles from you.

Taehyung followed close, shaking his head to himself, “you’re such a kid.”

For lack of being able to let you go round the houses, the boys brought you to one of Jungkook’s friend’s party.

He parked the car nearby an impressively large house already packed. Music was heard blasting loudly from the inside.

You entered and didn’t argue when Jungkook suggested going for drinks where a bar had been temporarily improvised in the living-room.

Jungkook gulped down his first glass when Taehyung grimaced with every tiny sip taken.

“Wanna go dance?” He asked you when he noticed your eyes fixing the open space crowded with people.

You nodded and he helped you jump down the stool to let you go on your own. He watched you with a small smile.

The loud noise of the glass hitting the counter after Jungkook had just knocked back snapped Taehyung out of his thoughts and he looked back at him.

“Wanna go easy on them?” He grunted with a small frown. “You know how you get…”

Jungkook didn’t acknowledge him and asked for his third drink. Taehyung looked back in your direction.

You felt happy dancing among all those disguised strangers, you hadn’t been able to unwind that way in a long time and it felt incredibly good. The heat coming off of people and lights above you warmed you up and rapidly you became out of breath.

In your attempt to leave the dancefloor, you felt someone’s pressing against your back. You turned around and saw a man, a stranger, who was rather zealous and incredibly tactless in his way of getting close to you.

“no!” You shook your head at him, pushed his body and walked away.

You spotted Taehyung and Jungkook still sitting next to the bar surrounded by a couple of other guys you guessed were friends. You were stopped in your tracks when a hand latched around your wrist.

“stop!”

The familiar sound of your voice caught Taehyung’s attention as well as some people around you as you tried to free yourself from the rude man’s grasp.

“Just leave her alone,” you heard a female voice shouting at him but it didn’t seem like it had any effect on him, although he let go of your arm.

Before you had the time to react, Taehyung was taking your shoulders in his hands.

“You okay? Is he bothering you?”

“yes…” you trailed as you looked back at the stranger.

“Back up, I saw her first!” He snarled unceremoniously while shoving Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung stared back unruffled — yet the thought of smashing his face in seriously crossed his mind — and gently moved you behind him.

“Leave her alone and just walk away… She doesn’t want to go with you.” He turned around and offered you a reassuring smile. He noticed Jungkook had approached in curiosity.

The stranger wasn’t going to be content with this. He raised an arm to grab onto Taehyung. “Hey, I-”

He didn’t give him the time to finish, grabbed his face and shoved him hard making him stagger.

Taehyung lingered his eyes on him but the man still showed some difficulty to understand your choice. He walked back and before Taehyung could react, Jungkook moved forward and punched the man in the face.

Taehyung protected you by moving you to the side while Jungkook’s friends took hold of him to prevent him from worsening things and helped the man to stand back up.

“I’m good,” he assured the two guys holding him before facing you and Taehyung. “This felt good,” he chuckled lightly while closing and opening his bruising hand twice.

“That’s what I was alluding to earlier,” Taehyung frowned at him.

“Oh come on, he totally deserved it.” Jungkook smirked and held his hands out to cup your face and play with your cheeks. “That’s what you get when you mess with our princess.”

You grabbed his hand to take a look at it.

“Don’t worry about me, babygirl.” Jungkook kissed the crown of your head.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch; Taehyung made sure Jungkook didn’t drink anymore and you helped him get rid of all his pent up energy.

You went back home with a slightly drunk Jungkook that had trouble lying low. He would laugh for a trifle and it would make you and Taehyung laugh at him in return.

Without quite realizing it, the two of you followed Taehyung to his room.

He went to the bathroom after getting rid of his jacket and shoes. Jungkook helped you out of yours and took his off straight after.

You sat on his bed to count all the candies that you had left while Jungkook remained on the floor and began to sing a medley of songs you didn’t manage to recognize.

Too enthralled by the one you were unwrapping you didn’t notice his singing had stopped and that he was now eyeing you.

“________,” he teased when you still hadn't noticed him. “Look at what I got.” He threw the candy he underhandedly snatched and caught it in his hand.

You frowned and held your hand towards him.

“If you want it back, come get it.”

You rapidly collected the few left you had and climbed down the bed to take the candy from him.

He rolled away and lied over his hand tightly closed which made it almost impossible for you to get anything done. Even drunk, he was much stronger than you.

A fit of laughter took over him as you tickled him. In his process of escaping your merciless fingers, you managed to climb on top of him and he eventually opened let you have it.

You threw the candy in your mouth and started to bounce on him, experiencing a high and sudden burst of energy caused by the increase of your blood sugar.

“Oof- baby…” Jungkook threw his head back and whined with a frown, “stop jumping like that…” His hands came to rest on your hips, although you didn’t feel any attempt from him to make you stop.

What you did actually feel was the thickness of his boner proding beneath his leather pants which had you feeling a little puckish.

Jungkook craned his head to gaze up at you, tonguing his cheek as you started grinding on him.

“What are you trying to do?”

His fingers slid around your hips and further down to grab hold of your ass and press your cores harder against each other.

Your arms, stretched on his chest, faltered.

“Why are you escaping now?” He chuckled, watching you climbing out of him. “Come back…”

You crawled on the carpeted floor but he grabbed your leg and pulled back to him, earning a giggle from you.

“I said come back.” He got you on all fours and wrapped himself over you. “M’feeling horny now…”

You yielded and let him lead you back against him and close his hand around your throat while he began to nibble on your ear.

Taehyung walked back in the room shirtless and with his face cleaned up.

He sat at the end of his bed with wet wipes in his hand and shook his hair out of his eyes. “C’mere.”

Jungkook let you crawl to him and you quietly stayed between his legs while he carefully removed your makeup.

Jungkook flopped on his bed, took off his tight shirt and watched you with a look that spoke volumes.

When Taehyung was done, Jungkook patted the bed next to him and you joined him.

“You’re planning to sleep here?” Taehyung raised a brow at him as he unbuttoned his pants.

“I don’t know,” he chuckled and shared a look with you. “Are we tired, ______?”

You shook your head and smiled at Taehyung while Jungkook whispered in your ear.

He smiled back, a little unsure and discarded his pants on his desk chair.

You slowly rose on your knees and pulled on his hand so he would join the two of you in his bed.

“What’s up?” Taehyung grinned once you made him lie on his pillow.

Jungkook nudged the crook of your neck and peppered it with soft kisses. “I think she’s feeling quite playful tonight.”

“Do you?” trailed Taehyung in a small voice as he watched you bring his fingers to your mouth.

You kissed them, softly pressing your lips, licking and sucking all of them while looking up at him with doe eyes.

You mewled around his finger and he finally noticed Jungkook’s hand gently which was rubbing you between your legs, tracing the outline of your slit above your thin shorts.

Taehyung wasn’t expecting this just as he was surprised by how fast this was arousing him.

His lips parted and you didn’t hesitate to kiss him, guiding his hand to hold onto your breast as he quickly got absorbed in the kiss. Jungkook shamelessly began to rub his boner against your ass, simultaneously pressing harder against your cunt.

You relished their touch, moaning out of pleasure everytime Taehyung would flick his thumb on your nipple or Jungkook would brush your swelling clit.

You reached back to tangle your fingers in Jungkook’s hair while he busied himself to mark the skin of your neck. You broke apart from Taehyung to kiss Jungkook and managed to reach down to palm Taehyung above his boxers.

He groaned at the feeling of your soft, warm hand jerking him off.

He lifted your top and cursed under his breath at the sight of your bare breasts heaving. His long fingers cupped one to latch his lips around your sensitive bud.

Your hand gripped onto his head instead when he was too far from you to keep touching him any more.

You whimpered as you kept kissing Jungkook, feeling yourself getting even more excited.

“Mmhhm, baby’s getting wet.” He smirked.

Taehyung reluctantly let go of your nipple to kiss his way down your tummy while Jungkook’s hand cupped your breast, allowing him to take your shorts and stockings off.

You heard him cuss again at the sight of your exposed heat entirely soaked even after having been barely touched. You adjusted yourself on your back to make it easier for him. He positioned himself between your legs and began to kiss your thighs and lower stomach.

He purposefully avoided where you needed him the most, teasing you with every brush and kiss around your pulsing entrance and making you groaned.

“Aw baby, you wan’ be touched already?” He cooed while running his thumb along your wet slit. “Yeah? Want my mouth on you?”

You pathetically nodded, earning chuckles from both men.

Taehyung indulged you although he rubbed his tongue torturously slow over your entrance, taking his time in tasting your juices and making you pout and frown. He enjoyed watching your face go through all kinds of emotions just with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook raised onto his arms and reached down to unbutton his pants and free his thick cock. He wrapped a fist around the veiny skin, pulled taut with every pulse. The bead of precum coating the swollen head gained in volume the longer he watched Taehyung eating you out and listened to the delicious sounds coming from you.

He hissed when his finger rubbed the back of his head and grabbed your attention.

“Wan’it princess? Wanna taste me?”

You nodded, frustrated because Taehyung was still teasing you.

“Yeah? Why don’t you sit on his face while you take me in your pretty little mouth?”

You waited for Taehyung to lie on his back and carefully lined your glistening cunt over his mouth, this would probably help end with his games and get you what your body was craving.

Jungkook went to stand next to the bed, stedding his pants.

He cupped your chin and smiled down at you, endeared, when your mouth fell open for his cock.

His lips pinched together as you slowly ran your tongue all over his head to get it wet. Moaning right after you did when you felt Taehyung’s lips molding around your neglected clit.

“That’s it baby… No hands, fuck… Your tongue feels so so good.”

Jungkook slowly began to fuck your mouth so you would be able to grind against Taehyung’s.

Funnily, their hands tightened around you at the same time.

Taehyung dug his nails deeper into your ribs when he felt your thighs trembling every time he would lick your most sensitive spot, not that you wouldn’t be able to escape him with Jungkook fisting your bunches to force more of himself inside you.

Drool gathered around your mouth as tears brimmed your eyes. He allowed you to take him out of your mouth just when Taehyung inserted two fingers and knowingly reached your g-spot while sucking on your clit, drawing you closer to your orgasm.

Jungkook grinned. “Don’t hold back baby.” Pleasure filled him as he held onto your feeble arms and let you lean against his strong thighs for support.

You clawed his skin while Taehyung calmly worked you to your climax, softly chuckling against your sensitive core when he finally felt you coming and steadily rode your high out.

Jungkook helped you upward and made you crawl towards him so he could kiss you again while Taehyung sat up.

He never would have expected his best friend to be okay doing what he thought was about to happen. He was the broad-minded, unashamed one.

He wasn’t complaining but definitely surprised although he attributed it to the numerous drinks his best friend had.

He had to make the most of it, it wasn’t everyday he would get you at their mercy, quite literally trapped between their bodies.

You continued to kiss while he got rid of his boxers and climbed back on the bed. You felt his hands pulling on the two elastics to let your soft hair fall down your back. Jungkook broke your kiss and smiled down at you while Taehyung removed your shirt and tossed it somewhere.

He licked on the curve of your neck and inhaled the pleasant scent of your hair as he nudged his hard length between your soaked lips which had you keening and throbbing in anticipation. His hand resting on your hip, travelled down to push his tip inside you.

You clung onto Jungkook for purchase as Taehyung carefully pushed further in, the amount of slickness gathered there was greatly helping to welcome his girthy member.

His face remained buried in your hair, he furrowed his brows when he felt you stretching deliciously around him the way his fingers could have never. Your walls kept tightening reflexively around him as he began to pull out and slide back in and made you both moan out.

Jungkook bent to suck on your perky and bruised breast before taking the base of his wet leaking cock to rub the blunt head against your sensitive clit.

“Like it, baby?” He cupped your face to force you to look at him, smirking when you frowned after he sped up the pace of his rubbing. “Hm?”

He knelt down in one go and closed his mouth around your clit, surprising both you and Taehyung.

You cried out and your body felt weaker. Taehyung clasped your arms in his embrace with one hand, caging you against his chest so you wouldn’t either lose balance or try to escape them. His other hand grabbed your chin to catch your lips in his without faltering the pace of his hips.

Jungkook alternated between flat licks of his tongue and harsh suckings, abusing your swollen clit. He felt you were getting close again and he didn’t want to cut himself off with some cocky remark.

They weren’t hasty in their touch yet you were getting close to your second climax of the night incredibly quickly.

“Gonna cum again?” Taehyung sighed against your mouth, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

Out of habit, his hand moved but he remembered Jungkook was already taking care of you and only rested his palm on your lower tummy. “Wanna feel your cum, kitten… Cum around my thick cock, hm.”

Your thighs shook in Jungkook’s hand and he moaned into you, sweet vibrations that triggered your second orgasm.

You gasped and jerked forward while Taehyung made sure you wouldn’t fall over. You felt your mind blacking out in the throes of your climax and sobbed your pleasure when Jungkook didn’t want to let go of your throbbing bud.

“Fuck,” Taehyung grunted when you pushed back against him so you would break away from Jungkook, sinking yourself to the hilt and setting off his orgasm before he could do anything about it.

You both stilled as you felt his chest pushing hard against your back stuck together with sweat and the rush of his warmth filling you deep.

Jungkook stood up and jerked himself off, watching Taehyung kissing you urgently as he kept milking his cock inside your trembling figure.

He came closer and bit your neck where the skin was pulled tight as he felt his cum moving through his twitching length.

You broke apart from Taehyung when the first ropes covered and trickled down your puffy lips.

Jungkook blindly kissed you, breathing hard against your face. “I wanna go again.”

You felt your heart skip a beat.

Taehyung grinned against your head. This would totally be a red-letter day.

He loosened his embrace and felt you leaning further into him and heard you whine lightly, feeling a little drowsy.

“Are you okay with this?” He spoke softly in your ear while brushing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You couldn’t feel happier than when you were their center of attention, in any circumstances, so you felt the natural need to please them just as much.

You meekly nodded with your hand covering your mouth as you looked at Jungkook. He smiled satisfied.

Taehyung gently pulled out of you and moved to one side while Jungkook went to lie down.

“Come here my pretty baby,” he beckoned you with open arms and you indulged compliantly. “No, like this.”

He helped you lie your back against him, resting your head against his shoulder. You could feel his cock pressing up against your thigh after he had adjusted it.

His hands reached for your legs to open them, baring you in front of a quiet Taehyung who was slowly stroking his wet cock, carefully avoiding his sensitive head.

He smiled fondly at your vulnerable state when you met his eyes and slowly rose to his knees.

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth the longer he stared at your sullied cunt covered with Jungkook’s seed as his seeped out bit by bit.

While Jungkook was whispering sweet nothings in your ear and pinching your nipple, Taehyung started to run his fingertips along your thighs and didn’t waste a second when he got near your heat.

He drew a mewl out of you when he started to smear the cum in circles, you clenched when he brushed your clit, pushing more of it out onto Jungkook’s balls.

Your legs wanted to close again but Jungkook stopped you with a chuckle while Taehyung began to rub you with the head of his cock this time around, firmly pressing the tip against your slit and bluntly dragging it upwards. He pressed it back into you and massaged it into you with slow calculated strokes of his hard dick.

You curled your toes and arched against Jungkook when you felt Taehyung prod at your throbbing entrance.

“You really want to be our good girl ?” Jungkook cooed.

Your eyes fluttered closed once Taehyung pushed himself back inside you, making him curse aloud at the feeling of your overly-wet cunt.

“Fuck… fucking messy...”

“Is it?” Jungkook wondered between kisses on your cheeks. “I didn’t get to feel you yet, baby… Will you let me?”

You whined when Taehyung pulled out but Jungkook quickly made up for his absence. He didn’t show any restraint and finally pushed himself ball-deep.

“Shit...” He groaned in your ear, “how’s that?”

Taehyung couldn’t look away from the lewd sight of his best friend’s thickness stretching your tight hole wide open as he also got coated in your mixed cum. He watched him scoop some of it with his tips and brought them to your mouth for you to suck on. His cock throbbed on its own.

With one hand on your knee, to secure your legs open, he began sliding the sweet spot underneath the head against your clit in rhythm with Jungkook’s pace.

“I’m sure you could take us two inside your tight pretty hole...” Taehyung grunted.

“Fuck- I’m sure you would baby, right?” Jungkook hissed at the thought and you felt his cock flex against your walls.

He slipped out and Taehyung gasped at the facility with which his fat cock slid back in. He tried not to waver when he felt Jungkook blindly making his way through.

“Relax, kitten,” Taehyung soothed you with a kiss to your cheek. “If it’s too much, we’ll stop.”

You listened to him and tried to unwind a bit more after Jungkook managed to slip his tip inside. You whimpered the more he pushed himself in and his hand went to grip your throat.

“Princess, don’t stop now… you’re doing so good…” He grunted against the side of your face. “Just a little bit more.”

Taehyung kept a close watch on you while carefully thrusting. Their slow pace allowed you to adjust a bit more although their girths combined didn’t enable them to go past half their lengths.

“Feel us there?” He heard Jungkook hiss as he slid one hand against your belly. “Feel us deep inside you, princess?”

The feeling was unlike anything you had experienced before, as gentle as they tried to be the stretch felt overwhelming and you could feel their struggling to keep themselves inside you and move together but the thought of having them inside at the same time didn’t fail to make you wetter and squeeze as hard as you could.

Taehyung’s eyes travelled down your body until they caught glimpse of your spread thighs with him sliding in and out of you and taking it all in. Blood rushed down his taut core and he bit his lip at the sight of your creamy wetness.

“God I’m gonna cum soon…” Jungkook suddenly whined, eyes shut tight as his arms tightened around your upper body. Taehyung decided to withdraw.

Jungkook’s pace became uneven as he came inside you, balls tensing as he reached deeply inside you.

Once the waves of his orgasm subsided, he pulled himself out slowly, so as not to let a drop come out and tugged his cock to the side so Taehyung could slide back in your drenched entrance.

Jungkook kept holding you with his hand still gripping your neck as Taehyung raised your left leg against his chest, kissed your ankle and picked up the pace. His eyes were glued on your face, studying the way your features changed as he fucked you.

With trembling fingers, Jungkook started rubbing your sore clit. You felt overwhelmed and soon it became too much with Taehyung still working his cock inside you.

You cried out, shaking your head, nails digging in his forearms and writhing in oversensitivity but Jungkook carried on, unwavering.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung tried to sound stern but he couldn’t when you clamped so hard around him because of Jungkook, you felt so tight he didn’t even know how you could still be when they had just stuffed themselves at the same time inside you. His hand hastily reached for the headboard.

A fucket out smile curved Jungkook’s lips as he watched the two of you struggle to cope with each other’s feeling. Your cries got silenced, head thrown back, your eyes rolled upward. He felt you become undone and Taehyung came right then.

You weren’t responding anymore while Jungkook kept rubbing you rapidly and very soon after they both felt you squirting on them.

“Fuck! I’m still cumming...”

Jungkook chuckled a curse out at his best friend’s whining.

Taehyung held the back of your head in his hand, a little worried when you were still not responding. Your cheeks were wet with tears. Your eyes were still shut tight because he was still ball-deep inside you.

Jungkook eventually slowed down his assault while Taehyung slipped out of you, a trickle of sperm linking his tip to your pulsing entrance.

You couldn’t make sense of your surroundings as your trembling body sought comfort. Taehyung took care of you after Jungkook carefully laid you on the bed to go fetch something to clean your bodies with since none of you had the strength to shower right after.

“Aw baby,” Taehyung cooed in your ear when you buried your face in his neck. “ you did so good tonight… So good.”

“Daddy,” you whimpered when you felt his warmth leaving you and clung onto him with the weak strength left in you.

“It’ll be quick, kitten, just the time needed to clean you up a bit so you can sleep, hm?”

You shook your head and mewled when the towel soaked in hot water Jungkook brought came close to your sensitive skin.

Taehyung kept praising you while Jungkook tried to be quick.

“Here,” Jungkook handed you your sippy cup. “Just a little…”

As soon as Taehyung finished cleaning himself, he gave the towel back to Jungkook and covered your bodies with the sheets. You got back to nuzzle his chest, making his heart flutter.

“If you don’t come back, turn off the lights,” he trailed to Jungkook when he was heading out.

Taehyung frowned when a sun ray gradually appeared along his face, warming it up and awakening him from what had been a short yet deep slumber. He stretched his body, rubbed his eye and blindly looked for his phone.

He grunted, “what time is it?”

It read 13:34 pm

He let his phone fall back on his night table with a heavy thud to yawn and stretch again.

He looked on his left and saw you sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed after you had unconsciously pushed him to the edge of it. He smiled sweetly at you as he continued to gaze at the top of your head peeking past the thick covers.

He rolled onto his side, facing you closely and gently pulled the sheets away from your face.

“Sleeping with her mouth open… Cute.”

He didn’t have to think twice.

His right arm snaked around the cover to keep you close as he closed the space between your faces. It felt natural to kiss you right then.

He very softly pecked your nose, your bottom lip and your chin.

Your mouth closed in a cute pout and your brows slightly furrowed at his touch.

“No, no, sleep, sleep...” He quickly interjected the second you had begun to stir.

You stopped moving and fell back asleep. Taehyung remained close and didn’t stop watching you.

“So cute... Even your breathing’s cute...” He adjusted the covers below your chin. “What if I kiss you again? ... You’ll wake up, right?”

This time around, you flinched and turned your face away after he kissed the corner of your mouth, whining your rejection aloud.

Taehyung feigned surprise and opened his mouth in fake shock for a short while before crawling close to you again and burying his face in your nape.

He whined, “but I wanna kiss you... What should I do?” He gazed down at you as if pondering. “Whatever...”

He gently imposed himself on you, nudging your cleavage to get access to your neck where he began to tickle and kiss you.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to whine or giggle. Eyes still closed, your hands cradled his head and you tried to push him away.

He kept on teasing, “who keeps kissing you? Hmm?”

His arm was then beneath the covers, directly reaching your warm body.

You closed your arms tight to prevent him from tickling your armpits. He eventually stopped his assault and pulled away to take a look at you.

“It’s nothing,” he claimed with his mouth agape, lightly gasping for air. “Go back to sleep, don’t mind me.”

You giggled again when he went back for your neck but your hands effectively blocked him away. He surrendered.

“You’re awake now aren’t you?”

You nodded and remembered to be annoyed with him. He let you push him on his back and welcomed your head on his naked chest.

“daddy’s fau’t...”

“Is it? M’sorry baby…” You felt his fingertips trail along your head and his other hand cup the small of your back. “I couldn’t help myself, you look too cute when you’re asleep... So I kissed you… There’s nothing I can do about it… Neither do you.”

You heard him chuckling lowly, a deep soothing melody that cut the sound of his heartbeats and rumbled through his chest to your ear. “You were sleeping with your mouth wide open.”

His laugh resumed with greater intensity when you tried to hide your face away. He brushed your hair away from your face, to no avail.

“There’s nothing wrong with that… You looked cute,” he continued with a groggy voice. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and rolled you both so he was the one on top.

“Are you embarrassed, hm?” He nudged your hands covering your face and kissed them. “Aw… Let me see your face.” You peeked your eyes above your fingers. “Pretty, so pretty...”

You hid again, “no!”

“Why?” He grinned tiredly and flopped back on the bed next to you. “You’re so cute.”

You rolled on your tummy and buried your face in the pillow.

Silence fell.

“Weren’t you hot during the night?” He trailed while looking up at the picture window. You roughly brushed your hair up so you could look at him clearly. “I woke up once because of it… Jungkook went to sleep in his room.”

You hadn’t even realised his absence.

“I went to open the windows but then,” he turned his head towards you with a small grin which had you pulling on the sheets to cover your face, “you turned into a caterpillar and hogged the covers…”

He bopped the tip of your nose.

“I guess the air was too chilly so I closed it again…”

A cloud appeared in the clear blue sky, “I guess autumn finally arrived… I like autumn winds, it feels nice.”

He rolled again towards you and hugged you to him as he dove his face in the crook of your neck.

“And you smell so delicately sweet... So, so sweet...”

You blushed again, remembering the long night you three had and how you all decided to skip washing yourselves until later.

“What?” He grunted, almost annoyed for real this time; he gently pushed your body to lie on top of you. “Let me smell you a bit, that’s part of my morning routine… I don't care if it’s not morning anymore… You feel good against me.”

It sounded like he had fallen back to sleep but he yawned again loudly and held himself above you on his hands. You looked up at him with curious eyes.

“I’m hungry... What do you want to eat for breakfast? Or lunch, I guess… I don’t think we have anything left here.” He stretched again, sitting his hips back and his arms forwards for five seconds. His moan got muffled by the sheets, “I have to go out and buy some groceries...”

He climbed back up and kissed your forehead. “You can sleep a bit more and I'll wake you up when I come back… or you wanna go shower with me?”

You lightly nodded and grunted a bit as you obviously tried to do something but lacked the strength.

“What is it?” Taehyung wondered as he watched your arms coming from under the covers. “Wanna hug?” You nodded again and he cooed, “babygirl... I have to kiss you again because you’re too adorable… c’mere.”

An hour and a half later, Jungkook decided to shuffle his way to the living-room, his body aching everywhere.

He noticed you there, quietly watching T.V and playing with your styling head. Your hair was still a little wet.

His head was still making him dizzy and it was without hesitation that he let himself flop on the couch.

You watched him with worried eyes as he lied still with his face buried in the couch. “you okay?”

His voice came out muffled. “Hmmhm…”

He eventually rolled on his back and brought his hands to his pounding head. “Turn the volume down a bit… Where’s Taehyung?”

“hm... food!”

“He went out to get food?” He sat up and opened his eyes to stare at you as you stood up to get the remote.

“You’re not cold? Dressed like that?” He wondered, after settling the blurriness in his eyes.

You shook your head and went to sit back but he grabbed you before and made you sit on his lap.

He kissed your cheek. You handed him the remote and averted your attention back on the T.V.

“You’re aware you're wearing your- my hoodie backwards… right?” He observed as he leered at your naked thighs while lightly rubbing over the small bruises. He chuckled. “Well, I guess it’s a dress on you...”

You gently nuzzled your head in his neck and he took care of lowering the volume.

“Baebae…” He bounced you with his knee to get your attention. “Would you get your cute butt in the kitchen and bring me some water please?”

You proceeded to stand up but his arms held you back.

“Ah… I guess I have to let you go…” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Come back quickly.” He lightly smacked your ass.

You scampered away and came back a short while later. You placed the glass on the table and attempted to open the water bottle but the cap was closed too tightly.

Jungkook gathered the last remnants of his strength to uncork it.

“oops,” you muttered when you still spilled some on the table. You carefully tilted the bottle until the glass was full and gently handled it to him. He thanked you and swallowed it all in one go.

He felt your eyes on him. “Wanna drink too?” You nodded with a bashful smile. He promptly handed you the glass so you could pour yourself some of it.

You sat next to him and he laid his head on your lap, allowing you to style his hair instead. During a few minutes, it sounded like he had fallen back to sleep.

“I’m sorry about last night,” you heard him trail off. “I knew I didn’t have to hit that guy but I didn’t like the look on his face… I’m a bit of a jackass sometimes to be honest… I’m just nice to you so you don’t see it…”

You smiled at him.

“... I’m gonna fight for you no matter what.”

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fleckcmscott · 4 years

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Bewitching Hour

Summary: October has been a blissfully busy month. With Halloween around the corner, Arthur and Y/N have some planning to do.

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 4,665

A/N: Special thanks to @hhandley80 for this request! You've been so supportive and sweet. I truly appreciate you and hope you enjoy it!

On a side note, my oneshots will be more sporadic. I'm still writing but life has been life. Also, I've finished the first draft of another multi-chapter featuring Arthur and Y/N. It's going to take time to rewrite the subsequent drafts and edit, edit, edit. The chapters will go up once the story is ready. Thanks for your patience and support! 🙂 I heart you all!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask!

Arthur's suggestion that they make plans to celebrate Halloween should not have been a surprise. He loved starting traditions with Y/N, and she prized adopting them with him. "It's been awhile," he'd said as they'd walked arm-in-arm to the laundromat. "I think it'd be nice."

Holidays had been a source of merriment most of her life. The beauty of red and green decorations at Christmas. Turkey and mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving. An egg hunt and chocolate rabbit at Easter. The togetherness of family during them all.

Halloween, though, wasn't a favorite.

As a child, she'd had fun trick-or-treating, riding her bike from house to far-flung house. And she hadn't minded escorting her little sister as a teenager. Y/N's homemade witch costume had been passed down. She could still recall the sleekness of the ribbon between her fingers as she'd secured the pointed hat under Mabel's chin.

But the magic had fallen away. When married to Jeff, she'd had to attend his boss's annual party. After receiving an apologetic shrug and kiss, she'd be relegated to hanging out with the other wives. They'd included her in their recipe swaps, in their exchanges of mild gossip. Her natural friendliness made chit-chat easy, far easier than having a good time. Those evenings had been spent nursing a glass of wine and willing the clock to go faster.

During the period she'd cared for her father, she'd tried to hand out candy. She liked being a good neighbor and imparting kindness in the form of bite-sized sweets. As his health had declined, the porch light had gone dark. Random rings of the doorbell would result in shouting and swearing. Repeated attempts to explain the door's lock wasn't broken. Festivity would transform into drudgery. It hadn't been worth the trouble. Instead, she'd watched terrible TV specials while her thoughts wandered to a future far from Boonville. A future she'd doubted would ever be.

"I don't know if it's your thing," Arthur had continued, bringing her back to the present. "But you might enjoy it with me." The response he longed for was evident in the worrying of his pocket, outlines of his knuckles visible through the tan cloth.

Everything they'd experienced together had soothed the sting of those wasted years. The hesitancy lurking in her was silly. Unwelcome. Less than either of them deserved. She'd met his keen eyes and half-smile. The sudden mental image of him dressed as a cowboy or pirate, eyepatch and all, prompted a laugh. Convinced her as she dug out her dry-cleaning stub. "It isn't my thing," she'd said. "But you are."

Relief had relaxed his wrinkles, save for his crows feet, which had deepened as he'd returned her happy expression. A slender arm wrapped around her waist, drew her against his solid frame. Once the clerk disappeared through the swinging doors to retrieve their clothes, Arthur grasped her chin and kissed her. The tender explorations were soon sloppy, and she'd giggled, his enthusiasm becoming her own. Their noses had met, his lashes resting on his wide cheekbones. "I think you're the sweetest treat, Mrs. Fleck."

Currently, Donahue's Department Store, Gotham's number one retail emporium (if the ads were to be believed), was bustling with last-minute shoppers. Weary mothers escorted their babbling children through the aisles. Clerks swapped out displays for the changing blue light specials. Lines went for yards. Patricia and Y/N sought refuge at a corner table in the café on the top floor. The warm glow from the pendant lamps provided a relaxed ambience, one that matched the hot cider and pumpkin spice cake they were savoring.

"I've got my grandson on Sunday," Patricia said between bites. "My daughter's going to a party with a medical records tech from Gotham General. Met him when she missed the bus. They split a cab and hit it off." Chuckling, she lifted her mug. "Speaking of, how's married life been so far?"

Memories of the past week quickened Y/N's heart, until she thought it might stop. How Arthur had gripped her replacement Social Security card, just to read her new name. The way he'd grab her for a twirl whenever they were in the kitchen. The reverence in his gaze when they'd lay together after sex, a look that both thrilled and made her blush. "The bills for his medication and appointments will no longer make us cringe," she deadpanned. She lowered her fork. "When we met, I was kind of blindsided - I'm not the type to fall in love quickly." The corners of her lips tugged up. "Being married to Arthur feels like a habit. A habit I should have learned twenty years ago."

"I'm glad you found each other." Patricia reached across the light brown table and covered Y/N's hand, gave it a squeeze. Then she wiped frosting from her mouth and nodded in the direction of the escalator. "Now let's find a costume that'll drive him nuts."

Beyond the colorful cosmetics and pungent perfume counters, they sorted through racks of vinyl smocks and plastic masks. Pop culture icons and princesses. Vampires and spooks. Knockoffs of classic movie monsters. Most were poorly made and decidedly uninteresting. Y/N pawed through accessories in a nearby basket, a cigar here, a patched hat there. "How about a hobo? I could steal Arthur's tie."

"This was his idea. Give him something a little exciting." After a roll of Y/N's eyes, Patricia held out a plastic display bag. "Found it."

The white font on its blue label declared she should "Create a unique look!" A woman in a leopard-print leotard and bow-tie wore black cat ears and a tail, the only two items included in the set. Y/N's nose wrinkled. "I don't think so, Patricia." She rummaged through another bin and examined a hockey mask. "I don't show a lot of skin."

"You show Arthur." Patricia ignored Y/N's glare, continuing to shove it at her. "Every man loves a woman dressed as a cat. Our next lunch is on me if I'm wrong."

Patricia could be relentless, but Y/N had to admit she was usually right. She arched a brow as she eyed the costume. Maybe she could find a solid body suit instead of animal print. The kit was only $2.98. And her friend had made it a challenge. "You're on. But I'm not wearing a bow-tie." She crossed her arms across her chest and tapped her mouth. "Your turn. Would Robert like you as a French maid or a go-go dancer?"

~~~~~

It was a busy season for performers. Arthur remembered HaHa's talent agency being booked solid for October by the end of August. Myriad functions at nursing homes, parties, and children's organizations took place throughout the city. Amusement Mile had a series of special events, allowing Arthur to work extra hours before the slowness of winter dragged in. Once the holiday was over, he'd buy make-up and props on clearance.

He'd always assumed he would like Halloween - if he'd had the chance to celebrate it properly. It was about connection, something he'd never managed. The customs gave him a pretense, a template to meet people, rather than leaving him wondering how to go about it. Provided a hiding place for his seeming inability to act normal.

Recollections of the day were few but vivid. When he'd been around eight, there'd been a party at school. The teacher had made brownies and given the students a half-hour respite from lessons. (A welcome relief, since he wasn't very good at most of them.) But he hadn't had a costume. Hadn't known how to reply when the other kids asked where it was. Not wanting to be left out, he'd pocketed a watercolor pallet and sneaked to the bathroom.

The teacher (he wished he could remember her name) had walked in as he'd smeared green and blue on his face, a pathetic attempt at a turtle. Fear of punishment had caused his laughter. But her kindness as she knelt, wiped away tears and pigment with a scratchy, brown paper towel, had calmed him. "Wait here," she'd instructed. It had taken all his courage not to run home.

After some minutes, she'd returned, an old white sheet in one hand, black marker and pair of scissors in the other. "The nurse won't miss this." She'd traced eyeholes, helped him cut them out. She'd asked questions. About his mother and what it was like at home. Questions he was at a loss for how to answer. Finally, she'd draped the cloth over his head. "There," she'd declared. "Gotham Elementary has its own ghost."

Even as he'd gotten taller and the sheet no longer went beyond his knees, that costume had remained his go-to. He'd venture out to the rest of his building, knocking on paint-chipped doors and pushing broken buzzers. Having learned to stay away from doors that yelling or funny smells emanated from, he hadn't gotten a lot of candy. What he had collected he'd shared with Penny. The wax lips became a free toy. He wasn't sure his memory of startling his mother and being tickled until he couldn't breathe was real or imagined.

At twelve, he was told he was too old to go trick-or-treating. He'd starting scrounging for change to buy hard candies at Helm's Pharmacy. They weren't particularly appetizing, but they'd been what he could afford. Only a few kids rang, a number that dwindled further every year. Most neighbors kept their distance, likely aware he was troubled. Cinnamon discs and butterscotch drops had loitered around the apartment for months. He'd sucked on them in an attempt to cut down on his smoking, just to save money. It hadn't worked.

Y/N hadn't spoken about the holiday, not the way she had other special occasions. At first, he'd thought it had slipped her mind. Work, planning their honeymoon, completing the red tape required to meld all aspects of their lives had taken up much of their time. But, given her reluctance to talk in detail about her past heartache, he'd come to assume her Halloweens had been unpleasant. He was certain he could change that.

Sitting on the dingy, dark green plastic seat of the train car, he giggled to himself, chest puffing up as he straightened. They'd been man and wife for eight whole days. Movies and songs said love was supposed to be somewhere between serendipitous and fated. A happy accident that was meant to be. Lying awake at night, he would find himself wondering where they were on that scale. If the emotions swirling through him - the excitement of belonging, the fear of fucking up - were what every newlywed felt. Then Y/N would snuggle closer in her sleep, murmur nonsense into his skin, and for a few minutes he'd be at peace.

Years had been spent trying to figure out who he was. Trying to find an identity, his role within the world. While he was still searching, it had been far easier to become accustomed to the role of "husband" than he'd dreamed.

Teaching his wife about events across the city had been a delight. Gotham Village's Annual Costume Extravaganza was a parade that went all the way to Gotham Square. He'd participated a couple of times, never formally registering but slipping into the clown section. It had been exhilarating. Had allowed him to pretend, for a little while, that he was being seen. That the crowds lining the sidewalks were cheering for him. Signs for extravagant balls were plastered on billboards and lampposts throughout the streets; he'd have gladly attended and shown her off. A haunted house was being held in a building in his old neighborhood, a fundraiser for the orphanage. He hadn't brought that up.

In the end, once he'd explained trick-or-treaters went from apartment to apartment, they'd decided on a cozy evening at home. The details had been left to her. Whatever she'd plan, he'd love it. He wondered what she'd disguise herself as. Would she be a sexy devil or nurse, like he'd seen on a sit-com? The notion sparked a fire in his cheeks.

Given how busy he'd be, he'd stay dressed as plain, old Carnival. Part of him regretted accepting two gigs, especially on a Sunday. He would have preferred her company. But he wanted to put the money towards the wedding band he'd put on layaway. (Even though they had one account, he wasn't going to let her chip in for it.) He should already be wearing it for all of Gotham to see.

The lurch of the subway prompted him to rise and grasp the pole grip. His stance widened as it came to a halt, knees bending with the instinct of a man who'd ridden public transportation since he was a boy. As soon as the graffiti-covered doors parted, he stepped out onto the platform and ascended the stairs, eager to share his new insurance information with Dr. Ludlow.

~~~~~

Scratchy violins and the hum of a theremin. Shrill shrieks and cracks of thunder. A cackle resounded, then a pipe organ, playing a melody in a minor key.

There was no doubt about it. Halloween spirit had saturated 4A.

NCB's Movie Marathon Mayhem had begun at 10:00 AM. Y/N had had it on since getting out of the shower, hoping to catch a horror classic while she decorated the apartment and prepared Bloody Mary mix. As she hung cotton batting between the television's rabbit ears, creating a long, narrow spider-web, she realized they were only playing cheesy B-movies. Giant insects threatening buildings. Science experiments gone wrong. Alien invasions. Oh well. At least she wouldn't have to pay much attention to get the gist of the plots.

The orange plastic platter, black bats along its edges, had been an impulse buy. She thought its array of sugary skeletons, candy bracelets, and Jolly Jack chocolate bars would be well received. But having seen only one or two kids in the lobby, she had no idea how many children lived in their building. She hoped she'd bought enough.

The cardstock window decorations she'd found were festive and matched Arthur's sweet nature. One portrayed a warted, green witch flying on a broom past a full moon. On the other, a ghost and mouse shared a pillowcase of candy and wished a "Happy Halloween." She held the tape dispenser between her teeth as she stuck them to their white front door.

Just then, the elevator dinged. Glancing to her left, she saw Arthur stroll down the cheerfully lit hallway. Buoyant expression on him, despite his white, blue, and red make-up being streaked from sweat. Striped prop bag on his shoulder and carved pumpkin cradled in his arms. "The store owner was going to throw it out," he explained with a half hug. "But he let me have it as a tip."

Classic, triangular eyes evoked the annual carving contest her parents had taken part of back home. Her father had been well-known in the community, being the town's only doctor. Entering the competition had been expected. They'd never won but enjoyed it all the same. Y/N had picked out the patterns and scooped out the squash's slimy innards. Her mother had baked the seeds. Peals of their laughter echoed in her ears, and a lump formed in her throat.

She swallowed hard against it. Dammit, Y/N. Get it together. This was supposed to be a special night for Arthur and her. She needed to distract herself. One of his curls peeked out from under his bald-cap and green wig. She twirled a strand around her finger. "With that toothy grin, it just might be your twin," she said. He pecked her temple, the kiss sticky from greasepaint. She lit the half-melted candles using his red lighter and put the jack-o-lantern just outside their door.

While he freshened his paint in the bedroom, she slinked into the bathroom to change. Arthur's and her routines were closely aligned; keeping her costume hidden had not been easy. The headband holding the furry cat ears was quite stiff, its teeth a tad sharp on her scalp. Once it was in place, she hid it under her hair. The lint on her form-fitting stretch top and leggings reminded her why she rarely wore all black. She retrieved her brown eyeliner from the nearby shelf and started in on her whiskers.

Arthur's footsteps neared, heavy due to his clown shoes, and Y/N turned to lean back on the sink. His thin lips parted as he scanned her body, forehead furrowed in pleasant surprise. His reaction planted a seed of bliss in her belly, one that bloomed every second they regarded each other. The lunch she'd have to spring for was well worth the pink shells of his ears. Eventually, she held out the fluffy, wired tail and a safety pin. "Would you pin this just below my waistband?"

Fingers grazing hers, he took it and sat on the toilet lid. He cupped her hips and pulled her closer, positioned her until the dampness of his breath hit a bare sliver of her back. "Hold still," he murmured, his voice sending a tingle through her. At his gentle ministrations, the spandex of her leggings felt snugger. "Did you- Did you read my journal?"

A faint click of metal as the pin closed. "No." She colored the tip of her nose, frowned at how lackluster the shade was. "I'd never do that. Even if I'm dying for a preview of your material. Why?"

"No reason." A soft huff, his shy smile clear in his answer. "I have an idea." He handed her a washcloth and hurried out of the room. She was patting her face dry when he returned, a fine tipped brush and pot of black greasepaint in his hand. "This'll look better."

Her brow arched. She'd only had her make-up done once; Patricia had invited her when they'd first met. Such an outing was not her preference, but Y/N had accepted, being new in town and wanting to learn about her colleague. There'd been champagne at the counter, which she'd sipped until she'd spent too much on eyeshadow and apricot scrub. The next morning, she'd put the products and a note on Patricia's desk: "I'll never forgive you. Thanks!"

The heat radiating from Arthur prompted her to close the gap between them. She craned her neck towards him, slid her palms to his yellow vest until she held him just below his ribs. His forefinger curled under her chin, lifted it slightly and angled it to the right. The cool, wet brush met her fevered skin. The dusty smell of the greasepaint blended with a whiff of stale cigarette smoke and traces of his sweat. She licked her lips.

The vibration of his chuckle was felt before heard. "I really like your costume," he said lowly. Two more ticklish caresses of the bristles on the apple of her cheek. "If you're not careful, I might werewolf and go wild."

She stretched closer to him, the fervor in his tone going straight to her center. Though he'd been growing bolder, his cocky side wasn't often revealed. She wanted it, thirsted to see more of the wild horse kicking inside him. Her touch ran over his chest, until she dipped under his black suspenders and pulled. "Are you going to gobble me up?"

Teasing strokes on her nose. "Maybe." Then his thumb whispered along her jaw and guided her face upwards. His kiss was supple, slow, a drag of his mouth as his tongue sought entry. She yielded, the simmer of anticipation bringing her to her toes. He groaned deeply and palmed her thigh, then fondled the curve of her rear-

The ding-dong of the doorbell halted them. He lifted his head and laughed, gaze sparkling. "I got paint on you."

She twisted in his arms and looked in the mirror. The whiskers caught her eye, embellished at the ends with dainty curlicues - his skill never ceased to impress her. Red brightened her lips and streaks of white were on her cheek. "It's all right. They'll just know I've been necking with a clown."

~~~~~

The sound of the bell continued. Over and over and over. More than it ever had in Otisburg. There were mummies, ghosts, a couple of skeletons. A superhero proudly displayed his red cape and blue tights, and a kid in her karate robe went on about her yellow belt. A tiny clown, too young to walk, was brought by her sister. As Arthur made funny faces, the baby cooed and tried to take his red, foam nose. Arthur parted with it gladly.

Only one member of the Wayne family appeared, slicked back hair and pompous pout making the disguise complete. The man accompanying the boy introduced himself as their upstairs neighbor and shook their hands. After one look at Y/N, he nudged Arthur's bicep. "So, she's the one keeping half the building up at night. Good on you, pal." Arthur blinked in confusion as she ushered the guy away, red-faced and muttering about his nerve.

Arthur was overly generous, giving out fistfuls of sweets while taking a few extra seconds to gather his nerves and compliment the costumes he liked best. It felt good to interact with strangers without constantly second guessing himself. Y/N would rub his arm or kiss his shoulder and tell him what a great job he was doing. "Kids are easy," he said, refilling the candy dish. But he reveled in her praises, anyway. And the knowledge that meeting the neighbors was going well.

Clean-up required little effort. The jack-o-lantern sat on their kitchen table, flames flickering as the wicks burned away. The door decor was packed safely for use next year. His plaid blazer was slung over the back of a dining chair and his wig was off. Y/N's decision to leave her whiskers on pleased him - she made a damn sexy cat. He pocketed the last few pieces of candy to snack on during the remainder of the evening.

The Sunday Night Special Presentation she'd picked out, a made-for-TV horror movie, began at 9:00 PM on GBC. Most of its airtime was punctuated by her tipsy snickers and legal wisecracks, which was typical when they watched something stupid. Yet, as the show went on, she grew quieter, barely speaking between sips of her third cocktail. As they sat on the sofa, her posture stiffened. Forearms crossed over her breasts. Her nails dug into her upper arm.

The change started two-thirds of the way into the show, when the plot about a doll running amok twisted into a story about a professional woman trying to assert herself against the demands of her mother. Against the expectations of availability. To fight for the simplicity of having dinner and peace and quiet. It resonated with him, which felt weird. Especially when the film cut to black, the implication being the mother would meet a violent end at the hands of her possessed daughter.

A cheerful jingle came on. Puerto Rico was a direct flight from Gotham Airport, it advertised, a flight that lasted "two hours and fifteen tropical minutes." They should get out while the weather was still good. The juxtaposition of mood broke him out of his ponderings. He flicked off the blaring television with the remote. Then he heard Y/N sniffling.

She set her glass on the coffee table, a slight tremble in her hand. "I need some air," she whispered as she rose, then went out onto the fire escape.

Arthur rubbed his thigh and pressed his lips together. He wasn't used to seeing her cry. Not from sadness. Should he follow her? Give her time? Both had worked previously, depending on the situation. But he wasn't sure what had upset her, what situation they were in now.

Exhaling sharply, he grabbed her glass and dumped the rest of the drink down the kitchen sink. Rinsed their dinner plates and put the slow cooker in the fridge. When he'd finished making decaf coffee ten minutes later, she still hadn't returned. He ambled towards the ajar glass door and stepped out.

Moonlight outlined her shapely figure and reflected off her hair, the silver a contrast to the orange glow of the streetlamps illuminating her face. Her stare seemed fixated on the street below. He followed it to see a group of ghouls and goblins spraying shaving cream on a shop window. A couple, one he'd see occasionally when out for a cigarette, walked down the sidewalk. A woman was half-carrying a drunk man towards a bus stop.

Upon clearing her throat, Y/N spoke. "I may not look like it, but I had a great time with you tonight. The movie just got to me." Relieved, Arthur sidled next to her, wrapped his arm about her back. Her head fell to his shoulder and she smoothed her hand over his stomach. "I don't mean to hide from you. Someday you'll know the details of my earlier life." She scoffed. "When I'm ready to think about them." He entwined their fingers and kissed her hairline, avoiding the wired tips of her cat ears.

Shivering, she took a shaky breath. "There are no skeletons in my closet. Only disappointments." Her voice cracked as she beamed at him, cupped his cheek, and pressed her face to his. "Knowing I'd get to have you would have made those years so much easier."

He held her tightly, massaging between her shoulders. She'd been speaking about herself, but he couldn't help thinking it was about him, too. His years with Penny. His stints in Arkham. The loneliness, the isolation, the endless anger and yearning to be more than a speck of dirt no one cared for. His journal was full of questions about where the hell his one and only was. If he'd known she'd be real, tangible instead of a figment, would existence have hurt less?

Wincing, he tried to push through those thoughts. To focus on her instead of himself. What mattered was that Y/N needed him. Perhaps a joke would cheer her. "I was thinking the other night of how easy it is to smile around you," he said. "You tickle my funny bone." Amusement bubbled in her throat, music to his ears. She released a contented sigh and nuzzled the crook of his neck.

Peaceful stillness ensued as the minutes passed. Though the breeze was chill, goosebumps forming on his pale skin, her affection kept his heart warm. His fingertips rubbed circles into her lower back, and she offered a pleasured hum. Across the way, footsteps pounded. He glanced to see a kid darting up the street, plastic pumpkin pail in tow. The boy's scream was filled with boundless energy: "Happy Halloween, Gotham!"

Snorting, Y/N took Arthur's hand and led him inside. The cheap tail she wore bounced with every exaggerated swivel of her hips. "I've behaved all evening, which your werewolf comment made extraordinarily difficult." She looped her arms around him and flashed a come-hither stare. "May I have a goodie?"

The scrape of her nails on his scalp coiled a knot in his abdomen. "Aren't you supposed to say 'trick-or-treat?'" he asked huskily.

"Your pussycat needs a petting or two." She closed the bedroom door behind them. "Maybe even a mauling."

His brows shot up on a hitched giggle. Then he palmed her hip while she started in on his buttons. Before she got too far, he traced a whisker with the pad of his thumb. Let their foreheads meet and pecked her eyelids. "Only if you give me something good to eat." He pressed into her, his enjoyment relentless, not waiting for her reply before devouring her mouth.

~~~~~

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only-by-the-stars · 3 years

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the annotated Tome of the Wild

I don’t know how many people are interested in this sort of thing, but let’s go for it anyway! There are a lot, and I mean a LOT, of series references and cameos in this story, as well as tons of foreshadowing of various plot points, that may or not have gotten noticed, so I’ve been thinking about making a series of posts talking about it all for anyone curious. So here is part one, covering Chapter One: The Old Grist Mill.

(spoilers for the whole thing, obviously!)

- First up is the attire Link and Aryll are wearing. In the show, the protagonist, Wirt, is wearing a Halloween costume, though this isn’t immediately apparent that that’s the case. For Link’s costume, the choice was obvious: his Wind Waker clothing that you can get via amiibo in Breath of the Wild. Aryll, of course, is wearing the alternate pirate dress that you see her in when doing a second playthrough of WW.

- Then there’s the lengthy list of possible names Aryll tosses out for her frog. This is something that Greg, Wirt’s little brother, does at the beginning of the show, so I thought it’d be a fun way to sneak in a bunch of names that I wasn’t going to use otherwise.

Rauru: The Sage of Light in Ocarina of Time

Zauz: The blacksmith who forges the Phantom Sword in Phantom Hourglass

Snowpeak: For the Snowpeak Ruins, one of the best dungeons in Twilight Princess (and the series IMO)

Lorule: The “Dark World” of A Link Between Worlds

Vaati: The villain of Minish Cap (UNDERRATED GEM)

Swamp: Self-explanatory, there are multiple swamps in the series, like Misery Mire in Link to the Past and Goponga Swamp in Link’s Awakening

Lynel: The infamous, terrifying enemies we all know so well I hunt them for fun sometimes

Poe: Ghostly enemies that recur through the series (perhaps most memorably in TP)

Zonai: The mysterious long-lost race that built some very cool structures in BOTW

Ancient Columns: An area in BOTW where you find a memory and the Tena Ko’Sah shrine

Stealthfin: For the Stealthfin Trout in BOTW

Orca: The old swordsman on Outset Island

Ankle, Knuckle, David Jr.: Tingle’s brothers from WW

Guru-Guru: The Terminan version of the guy in the Windmill who teaches you the Song of Storms

Astor: The villain of Age of Calamity

Molduga: The sand-dwelling bosses in BOTW

Ook: A very hilarious and memorable mini-boss from TP

Tingle: The infamous Tingle, who of course Aryll thinks would be the worst name for her frog. Greg is cut off from saying what he thinks is the worst name, but I had to let Aryll speak for this little gag.

Phew, that was long. Moving on!

- “Rule one of the researcher's code is to never give up! That's what my teacher says, anyway.” Yes. Robbie is Aryll’s teacher, that is a line he says during the cutscene just before the “Relentless as a Waterfall” battle in Age of Calamity. As you might expect, Aryll finds him very amusing.

- Aryll stuck a piece of candy on a tiny black turtle that dripped an oily substance onto the forest floor as it crawled along. Dekuwood oil sighting! This is the very same turtle that gets swallowed by the dog that accosts them later, and the oil is what caused its transformation, just as it did in the show.

- “Why are we in the woods? How did we even get here? I don't... the last thing I remember is...” He screwed up his face in concentration. “Gah, why can't I remember? We were—” So Link goes into water and wakes up in a place he doesn’t know, with no memory of how he got there? Sound familiar?

- A shudder went through him and he resolved to ignore it, even as the sounds of ghostly laughter seemed to reach his ears from far off. And did the mists seem to be growing thicker? A reference to the Lost Woods from BOTW. Quite appropriate, given they’re lost in the forest.

- The mysterious woodsman is, of course, Rhoam. Who was also the first person that Link met in BOTW on the Great Plateau. He has a lantern there too, and carries around an ax, and is separated from his daughter. Just. Too easy.

- I’ll talk about this more in later posts, but, Midna in Beatrice’s role was one of the first and easiest choices I made when casting this thing. Also, notice how she takes off as soon as Rhoam shows up? This is a thing that happens in the series with the Woodsman and Beatrice, who have no prior connection, but Midna definitely knows this guy, and that reveal was held back for later via keeping that bit from the show.

- Also, in the show, the wood is called edelwood; here I chose dekuwood not just because of deku trees and whatnot in the series, but. well. Also to invoke the memory of the Deku Butler’s son in Majora’s Mask who became a victim of the Skull Kid and thus Link’s first mask.

- Link saying “Hey, listen” to Aryll is a callback to Navi’s infamous phrase from OOT.

- “Not in any way that would be beneficial to you.” Link will remember this later when the Beast is trying to get him and Midna to choose whose soul will be in the lantern.

- She leaned up on her toes and retrieved what looked like a compass. Compasses are, of course, a dungeon item in most of the games.

- The owl statue Aryll plays with, and subsequently breaks the beak of, is a reference to the owl statues in Link’s Awakening. Their eyes do indeed glow when you talk to them in the Switch remake, and in the dungeons you have to retrieve their broken-off beaks to converse with them.

- In the show, you don’t find about Wirt’s crush until much later, but I wanted to establish the plotline of Link’s love for Mipha and what he’s been doing about it right here at the beginning. His avoidance of her and what Aryll tells him about how its caused her so much pain is the beginning of his descent into despair near the end of the story. Not to mention that I hinted at the tape’s existence with Aryll’s reference to him making “that thing” for her.

- Aryll decides to call her frog “Blupee” after the glowing, rabbit-like spirit creatures in BOTW.

- “Sheikah smoke! Poof!” A reference, of course, to how the Sheikah can appear or disappear in a puff of smoke.

- “He is the death of hope, a cunning calamity... he steals life, steals children... he, he...” A calamity, eh? Now where have we heard that phrase before? And Rhoam is, of course, alluding to his belief that the Beast is responsible for the disappearance of his daughter, Zelda.

- “Leave me now, young man... take your sister and go east.” In the show, the Woodsman tells Wirt to go north. But here, it’s east, because their next destination is Ikana, which is located in the eastern portion of Termina in MM.

- A half-moon the color of yellowed pages had risen in the sky by now, and by its light Link guided Aryll onto a path that he was reasonably sure led east. This bit of description is not just there to be pretty. I established a specific phase of the moon here so that I could go back and use the exact same description in later chapters, when more time had passed and it wouldn’t make any sense for there to actually be the same moon phase going on. This is a hint to the fact that everything in the Wild, takes place during the same night in Link’s world. This is something that you see visually in the show, but must be described in a fic.

and that’s it for chapter one! stay tuned for chapter two!

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sunkissedpages · 5 years

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Hey lovely I hope I’m not too late for a blurb! Could I possibly get a soft blurb in which Tom and reader are at a Halloween party and Tom brought her a joke costume that’s super tight and she wears it and he gets jealous because everyone’s looking at her? Sorry if that made no sense haha and thank you if you do write it 💕

ah sorry this is so late!! it ended up being a little more nsfw than I was expecting, but I hope you like it :))

You’d wanted to do a couples costume, but Tom reasoned that it was “unoriginal” and “overdone”… you were pretty sure he was still bitter over losing the couples costume contest last year after you’d just started dating, but you weren’t about to argue (you two really should have won- but that wasn’t the point). Instead, he suggested that you pick costumes for each other and be surprised with them on the night of Harrison’s party.

Even though you were hesitant at first, it had been admittedly pretty fun to put Tom’s Halloween costume together. You knew he loved the movie Atlantis so you collected everything he needed to be the perfect Milo Thatch, right down to the messenger bag.

But evidently… Tom did… not put as much thought into your costume. The only word came to mind as you held it up to your body was… stripper. It was a black, strapless, silk-looking body suit coupled with sheer tights and a pair of unmistakable signature rabbit ears. Complete with a black bow-tie and everything. A playboy bunny. Classy.

Tom was lucky he had to be at Harrison’s early to set up or else you’d be throttling him right now. He’d left a sticky note attached to the costume where he’d laid it out on the bed too that read: can’t wait to see you tonight ;) scrawled in his handwriting.

You took a deep breath and threw the clothes lingerie back on the bed. Sure it was Halloween, aka the sluttiest holiday of the year, but couldn’t Tom at least pretend to keep it in his pants?

You had put so much time and effort into his costume and he comes up with this basic ass bullshit? Yeah, you were fucking pissed. You whipped out your phone to text him.

-are you fucking kidding me??

-wym

-what the hell is this costume

-oh! you like it?? ;)

-what do you think? do you really want me to show up to haz’s in this?

-no lol that’s for… later tonight. i have your real costume here at h’s just thought it’d be funny to let you think it was your costume

You wanted to scream in frustration. The party was starting soon and you were supposed to, what? Show up without a costume in your normal clothes? You weren’t about to be that person.

If Tom thought he was so funny, then you could be hilarious. Without wasting anymore time you slipped into the tights and the bodysuit, smirking at your reflection in the mirror. The tight fabric did an excellent job of hugging your curves and it pushed up your cleavage perfectly. The way the costume ended up fitting put your entire ass on display, not that you were complaining. Go big or go home, baby.

Makeup and hair was easy after that. A bold red lip and dark eyeliner was all it took to make you look the part. You put the ears on and took one last look in the mirror. You were ready.

You looked for Tom, but it was hard to see over the crowd. You spotted Harrison over by the bar in the kitchen though, so you figured that was a good place to start.

“Damn, y/n,” Harrison mused once you finally reached him, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked you up and down. “You should wear that more often.”

You rolled your eyes, but ultimately returned the grin. “You like it?”

“I’m not even going to pretend like I don’t.”

He was more than happy to, and hopped over the counter to mix you something strong and fruity. You leaned against the bar casually as you waited, still scanning the sea of people for any sign of Tom. Occasionally people who weren’t your boyfriend caught your eye and sent you a wink or a ‘sup from across the room and you had to admit, the attention was definitely boosting your confidence.

Harrison returned with a drink in hand, your name scribbled across the orange solo cup in black sharpie. You thanked him for it and took a sip, trying not to make a face at the overpowering taste of tequila.

You chatted with Harrison for a few minutes more before he had other host duties to tend to and left you to fend for yourself. You had no other choice than to mingle after that- it was either that or stand awkwardly by yourself in the kitchen until Tom found you.

But you were quickly brought back down to earth when you heard ‘Hugh’ ask if you wanted another drink.

“She’s good, thanks, mate.” A familiar voice rung in your ears followed by a hand on the small of your back. When the guy didn’t budge, you felt Tom stiffen next to you. “That means you can fuck off now.”

“What was that for we were just talking?” You demanded, spinning around to face your boyfriend.

For the first time that night Tom got a proper look at you in your costume and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. You couldn’t help the surge of pride and victory you felt as you watched him go through the five stages of grief at once.

You shrugged. “You’ve only got yourself to blame for that, babe.”

“You weren’t meant to-“

“Whatever, I’ve got your real costume in Harrison’s room, let’s go get it.”

“Nah, I think I like this one you picked out. Seems to be a crowd favorite.”

Tom looked over your shoulder and made eye contact with a guy that was shamelessly staring at your ass. “Yeah, wonder why that is.”

You watched Tom’s eyes get dark as he smirked down at you. “C’mon,” he urged with a nod back towards the hallway. “Let’s go.”

“Tom, I’m not changing right now, I’m serious.”

“I know, I don’t want you to.”

You blinked like you hadn’t heard him right. “What?”

soft + spooky sleepover

#this took a wild turn #soft + spooky sleepover #wazzupblurbs #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fic #tom holland blurb #tom holland smut #late answers #answered #pals #wazzuphoe 👅

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lankylevi · 5 years

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Rating: E Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Eren Jaeger Tags: Kinktober 2019, Smut, Top Levi, Bottom Eren Yeager, Halloween Costumes, Werewolves.

Summary: Chapter 1: Overstimulation with Werewolf Levi: Top Levi & Bottom Eren.

Note: It’s officially the 15th here which means this is finally getting posted! Overstimulation is this month’s poll winner and this is also written for @ererismutprompts costume party prompt! (If you want early access to all my works and wanna vote on what I should write next, consider becoming my patreon for only $1! (Link in bio))

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“I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

“Your own idea backfired at you,” Jean snorted as Eren walked out of his room in a full sexy bunny costume. He didn’t even try to keep in his enjoyment and fell into a whole laughing fit while Eren tried to find a coat long enough so people wouldn’t think he was some type of hooker when they’d walk to the costume party.

Eren grumbled, “Since when are you even decent at Overwatch?” They had placed a bet, five games, the loser had to embarrass himself by wearing one of those slutty, pin up bunny costumes with huge ears to Hanji’s costume party on Friday. Meanwhile the other could just go as Batman.

“Since Armin taught me,” Jean said and Eren had to roll his eyes.

Armin, their mutual friend and the one who introduced them to Hanji, had been obviously flirting with Jean. And Jean cockily flirted back, but neither of them had the actual guts to make a move. “Just fucking date already.”

“Wha- me and Armin? You’re joking,” Jean feigned offense and Eren slapped him on his bicep.

“You better make a fucking move tonight or I’m telling.”

“So I take the attention away from your ass cheeks hanging out? Haha- Auw!”

Eren’s palm connected to the back of his roommate’s head as he glared at him. “Let’s just go and get this over with.”

At a quarter past eleven, they arrived at the party and Hanji eagerly opened the door to their apartment. Hanji was a chipper brunet, always acting like they were high on crack and tonight was no different.

“Welcome boys,” they slurred. The roommates already felt the vibrations of the music inside their chests and a wave of alcohol and weed hit them as Hanji leaned against the doorframe. “you’re smoking hot tonight.”

“Eren!” Armin wriggled his way through the dancing crowd, waving his hand enthusiastically, “Oh, and hi, Jean.” Of course, Armin would be dressed as Robin. As if they could be any more obvious.

Jean nodded and Eren waved back in response, shaking his head.

“Hanji, I think Levi needs your help.” Armin nudged their side with his elbow, “He’s about to make two girls cry.”

“Ugh, Leviiii.”

With that, Hanji disappeared back into the crowd and Armin showed them where they could hang their coats.

“Looks like Jean won, huh?” Armin said, trying to keep his snorts and giggles under control as Eren fumbled with the hem of his coat.

“‘S your fault. Look where your stupid crush got me.” Glaring, Eren finally got rid of the article of clothing after taking a long breath. No one would even bat an eye at him right now, he definitely wasn’t the only slutty something at this party. Fishnets also weren’t as comfortable as they looked and he was pretty sure half of the back of his costume had disappeared between his ass cheeks.

Armin chuckled, “Well, you look good. Maybe you’ll also... you know.”

“You can say “get laid” Ar,” Eren huffed, smirking when his best friend’s face got as red as a tomato. “What? You’re saying you’re not going on that horse cock tonight? Hahaha!”

“I swear to God, Eren,” Armin shushed him, “stop calling it a horse cock, I’m not a freak.”

Eren pressed his lips firmly together, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing. “Right.” Armin wasn’t exactly the most vanilla person, he was in fact the reason why Eren had discovered some of his own kinks. Not together, no, no, they’d never. But Ar’s browsing history had revealed some of his own weird fetishes and that was how Eren actually found out there was this thing called ‘knotting’. Very sci-fi but hey, Armin couldn’t kinkshame him when he was into even weirder shit than he was.

All flustered, Armin dragged him through the dancing crowd till they found their usual group of friends. Mikasa was wearing a Marceline of Adventure Time costume while her girlfriend, Annie, a Princess Bubblegum one; not looking entirely happy about it. It was cute though, cuter than the Batman and Robin Jean and Armin were trying to pull off while still convincing everyone there was nothing going on between them. Did they really think they were all blind?

Mikasa nodded at where Jean and Armin stood and Eren turned his head to see Horseface filling up Ar’s cup. Idiots, he thought before Annie couldn’t suppress the urge to comment on his outfit any longer. “Isn’t it a little too early for Easter?”

“That pink really evens out your bitterness, Annie.”

“Oeh-oh! What a burn.”

“Okay, easy you two,” Mikasa interrupted them for the millionth time. “Eren, go socialize with my cousin, he also lost a bet.”

Eren followed her stare and his eyes landed on a shirtless raven, angrily sipping on his cup. “Don’t mind if I do.” Did he seriously say that out loud?

“Gross,” Annie scrunched up her nose and Mikasa shook her head.

“Please don’t get it on with my cousin, Eren.”

“Why? Is he gay?” Eren looked at her expectantly with a wicked grin. Not caring to wait for her answer, he straightened his back and made sure to sway his hips a little as he strolled towards the shirtless man. Luckily his heels weren’t too high or he would’ve probably made a fool out of himself already. Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.

“Oh, yes, he’s definitely not straight,” he mumbled to himself as he saw the raven’s eyes raking over his body while smirking with a raised brow. This meant he could go for his usual strategy; teasing, teasing and some more teasing.

Instead of walking straight at him, he went for a detour and grabbed himself some punch, making sure to stick out his butt as he filled his red cup with the green, witchy liquid. He looked over his shoulder, sending the raven a flirty grin before he turned on his heels and leaned against the nearest wall. He took small gulps of his drink, which actually wasn’t bad at all, kudos to Hanji taking extra bartending classes.

The raven still hadn’t moved from his spot, so Eren went to phase two. He side-eyed Mikasa’s cousin and while their eyes locked he seductively bit his lip as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks. Fucking finally. The raven walked towards him and while Eren was surprised by his short stature, he sure didn’t mind the perfect set of abs and scowl on his face. Emotional unavailability, count him in.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Eren said while lowering his cup, not hiding the fact that he was eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

Rolling his eyes, the raven pointed at Hanji who was currently doing the limbo. “A werewolf, Hanji’s fault.”

“Where are your tail and ears then…?”

“Levi,” and he shook his head, “I left them at home. Plus, I’m supposed to be Jacob from that Twilight bullshit.”

“Ah, quality literature,” Eren nodded, chuckling under his breath before he took another sip of his drink. “All he did was walk around shirtless anyway and you’re certainly pulling it off.”

Levi scoffed and raised one of his brows, “I would almost think you’re hitting on me…?”

“Eren,” he smiled, “and so what if I am?”

“I’m not complaining,” Levi said and he took the brunet’s drink out of his hand, the brief skin to skin contact making the tips of Eren’s ears burn, and downed it in one go. “So, Eren.”

Clearing his throat, Eren tried to keep his composure as Levi sent him a toothy grin, he was gonna eat him alive wasn’t he? “Hmm?”

“I happen to like bunnies, so how about we go to my place?” The raven said and stretched an arm to touch Eren’s waist, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin. “Only to see my tail and ears of course.”

Gulping, Eren’s mouth went dry and he enthusiastically nodded his head as he felt the heat spread through his body and straight to his crotch. Embarrassing.

Within a matter of minutes, he found himself in the passenger seat of Levi’s car and the raven fastened his seat belt for him, whispering in his ear to behave if he wanted him to be nice. In all honesty, the thought of Levi fucking him roughly stirred him up more, making his cock strain against the confinements of his costume.

“Now be a good little bunny and sit still,” Levi smirked as he hovered over him before dipping down and hungrily clashing their lips together. Pants and moans spilled from the boy’s lips and he rutted his hips against Levi’s hand palming his cock. Eren whined in protest when the raven quickly pulled away before he slid in the driver’s seat. “Better not distract me while driving if you want to come tonight.”

Eren was almost certain he heard Levi purr when he wrung his hands together to keep them occupied and a shot of arousal slid up his spine. He really was gonna have him for dinner and nothing excited the brunet more.

With his legs wrapped around Levi’s waist, Eren didn’t pay any attention to where he actually was when he was slammed against the nearest wall. Levi’s tongue swiped roughly over Eren’s bottom lip and the raven ravished his mouth as he clawed at his clothes.

A surprised gasp spilled past the boy’s lips when Levi ripped his clothes with his nails and left a trail of shreds behind them as he was being carried down the hall to what he presumed was Levi’s bedroom. He was thrown on the bed and within seconds Levi hovered over him and pinned his hands above his head. “Little rabbit fell into my trap.”

Eren never thought he’d be into dirty talk, let alone roleplay, but with the pure animalistic lust Levi was treating him, he couldn’t help but get even more turned on. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me?” Eren bit his lip and Levi’s eyes went from soft grey to vibrant silver at his words.

“Not in the slightest,” Levi sent Eren another toothy grin and a wave of arousal coursed through Eren’s body at the sight. “You have a thing for my teeth?”

Pressing his lips firmly together and keeping himself from making embarrassing noises as he saw Levi swiping his tongue over the sharp edge of his canine, Eren nodded his head and shuddered under his hold.

“You won’t be able to keep quiet once I start having my fun with you, little rabbit,” Levi purred in his ear, rutting his hips so the fabric of his jeans slid roughly over Eren’s pink cock. Leaning down, he bit and sucked on one of Eren’s pierced nipples, rolling the bud between his teeth until the brunet was gasping and thrusting his hips up. “Sensitive? How cute.”

With every action and word Levi gave him, Eren felt his mouth go dryer and dryer and his cock grow impossibly harder. Pearly fluid leaked freely on his stomach, leaving a slick mess all over his chest as Levi hooked his hands under the back of Eren’s knees and pushed forward.

High pitched whimpers and moans spilled past Eren’s lips every time Levi darted out his tongue to lap over his sensitive hole. “L-Levi…” His voice came out shaking and broken as the raven wriggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and started thrusting it ever so slowly. Eren wasn’t going to last long.

As Levi bit into the round globe of Eren’s ass, the boy yelped and quickly succumbed under his touch as Levi slid one finger in slowly. He hummed at the tight heat with a smirk before planting another bitemark on the tanned skin. He added his tongue to the mess, alternating between pushing it deep into his ass as he hooked two fingers to spread his hole, and biting down onto his cheeks, close to breaking the skin.

With an angled thrust of Levi’s fingers, Eren tensed and cried out as thick ropes of come streaked over his red collarbones. His chest heaved, cock twitching as Levi milked his prostate dry and kept going until it left the boy completely shaking and blabbering, “L-Levi, I- I already came.”

“I know,” Levi said flatly, lapping over his hole again and angling his fingers, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Eren’s body until he started begging for him to stop. “Stop? I’m not even nearly done with you.”

Eren’s eyes blew wide at the words, cock growing hard again under the rough treatment of Levi’s tongue swiping over the seam of his balls and dipping into the slit. “I… can’t.”

“You’re a brave little human, you can take it,” Levi smirked as he shoved his nose into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of Eren’s dick, taking in a deep breath. The action left Eren lost for words as the raven continued and unbuttoned his jeans to let his cock spring free.

It was nothing like Eren had ever seen in real life; Levi’s cock was slightly ribbed, thicker at the base and his cockhead had a pinkishly red sheen to it, just like the dildos he had seen on pornhub and both excitement and fear took over his body. He swallowed thickly, not knowing exactly what to say or do as the raven crawled closer and leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss just below his ear, “Never seen a real werewolf? Adorable.”

Eren’s world flipped upside down as he was pushed down onto his stomach, ass sticking up in the air. He immediately moaned at being so deliciously manhandled, previous worries left forgotten as Levi spread his cheeks and poured a decent amount of lube onto the crevice of his ass. He didn’t care at this point, he wanted to get fucked by Levi and his werewolf dick. Would he also have a knot?

With a slap on his ass, Eren yelped and looked back over his shoulder, blush turning crimson as Levi spanked him again. He was really hitting all of his kinks tonight and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stop thinking, brat,” Levi said as his palm connected to Eren’s ass cheek again, leaving a stinging burn in its wake before he slid three lubed up fingers inside the brunet. “I can smell you’re distracted, come back to me. All of you.”

Eren moaned loudly into the pillow as Levi grabbed his hips and buried his entire length inside of him in one smooth motion. The brunet felt every ridge and bump stroking across his walls with bruising force, clamping down on the thick cock. He got a well deserved minute to get used to his length and girth before the werewolf increased his pace slowly.

He felt everything, the claws digging into his hips, Levi’s cock moving in and out of his willing hole, his hot breath against his spine and his own cock roughly rubbing over the covers. Everything was too much and yet he wanted, craved more of Levi. An insatiable hunger he had never experienced before overrode all logical thought and he rocked his hips backward against Levi’s.

The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Levi started moving with bruising force, letting the animal inside of him take over as the little human beneath him moved and moaned so willingly. “Uncover your mouth, let me hear your pretty noises, my brave rabbit.”

Eren titled his head slightly to the side, letting the werewolf’s ears pick up on the soft pants and moans he made as he buried himself deep inside his ass.

“Prepare yourself, boy.” Levi snarled, angling his hips to slam precisely against his prostate, turning Eren into a drooling, blabbering mess as the werewolf fucked him roughly.

Eren whined in overstimulation as his prostate was abused to the point his entire body trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling too good for words. He gasped at the sensation of Levi’s cock growing bigger, stretching his hole wider with each thrust.

With a deep rumble inside his chest, Levi launched forward and bit down on Eren’s nape, drawing blood, as he slammed his cock deep inside Eren. Knot growing to its full size, stretching the human impossibly wide, he came in the boy’s ass, painting his insides with thick ropes of his come.

He felt beyond full, cum and knot filling him up to the brim and when Levi’s teeth sank into his flesh, his second release crashed over him. He came untouched, cock twitching and spurting his come on his stomach and the covers. A sleepy smile spread across his face when Levi held his hips up as his body lost its final strength.

Completely satisfied, Levi planted a kiss on the back of Eren’s neck, whispering sweet praises in his ear as sleep washed over the little human. “My sweet Eren.”

It was dawn when Eren awoke, the sun peeking through the curtains. He was tucked in bed, clean, and with a pair of pajama pants on. The smell of tea and something sweet filling up his nostrils.

It took him a moment to recollect his thoughts, the vivid images of last night flashing before his eyes. As he stood, the heavy pain in his hips along with the purple bruises and red marks all over his body served as another reminder that all of it had been indeed, very real.

With a droopy grin, he got up from the bed and shuffled towards the source of the sweet, hearty smell, finding Levi sitting on one of the chairs in nothing but sweatpants and two sets of pancakes in front of him. Had he cooked breakfast?

Levi’s eyes shot up once Eren peaked his head past the doorframe and he instantly jumped up and wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist. He held him gently, a purr rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled his nose in his human’s neck. “Morning.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden affection, Eren stammered, “Morning.” Levi was so gentle with him, a complete 180 compared to last night, but it honestly felt right? As if their bodies remembered each other from before and were finally reunited. Eren laughed under his breath, how silly of him.

#ereri #riren #eren x levi #levi ackerman #rivaere #eren jaeger #mywriting #kinktober #nff #toplevi #leave some love if you liked it <3 #werewolf!levi #fic

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 5 years

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As You Wish

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have been on rocky ground after a big fight caused by his overbearing nature. During a late Halloween party, you remind him just where he gets to be in control.

Warnings: SMUT, seriously. 18+ y’all.

A/N: EVERYONE SAY IT WITH ME:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @wonderlandmind4!!!! 🎉

When my boo asked for Bucky smut for her birthday I was determined to give her just that. So what follows is a birthday gift (she’s already read) that you all get to enjoy too.

Tags are open!

The elevator slows its descent at Natasha and Hill’s floor as you readjust your red dress.

“Uh, you two know this is a costume party right?” You ask as the doors slide closed.

“Yeah?” Hill raises an eyebrow.

“And you two are…” You study their sleek black outfits. “Yourselves?”

Natasha rolls her eyes looking at Hill, “See, I told you.”

She brushes her off, “We’re Charlie’s Angels.”

“Where’s the third angel?” They exchange a smirk, as the elevator slows once more.

“Right here,” Natasha says.

The doors slide open to reveal Thor looking better than he had a right to in a skin-tight black outfit of his own, Farah Faucet hair, go-go boots and all. Your jaw hits the floor.

“My Angels!” He bellows with a laugh.

“We watched all the movies a few weeks ago,” Hill explains.

“Honestly,” you take the three of them in, “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you,” Thor says, laying an arm around his companions.

“What are you?” Natasha twirls one of your long blonde waves around her finger.

“Princess Buttercup,” you shrug.

“Sure you’re not going for more of a Jessica Rabbit vibe?” Hill gestures to your ample cleavage.

You laugh, “Couldn’t waste these magic titties in some high neck ensemble. That would be a shame.” The off the shoulder neckline was the only liberty you took—the rest of the look from the lace front wig to the sleeves to the belt was exact.

“Indeed,” Thor comments with a smirk.

“So who’s your Wesley?” Natasha narrows her eyes at you. All you give her is a sidelong glance. “Ah. Are you two-”

“I’ll answer that if he shows up in costume tonight.” The three others nod in agreement.

It wasn’t that the two of you had broken up—you’d just, embarrassingly, had it out during your last mission… in front of everyone.

Bucky meant well, you knew that, but he was so was overbearing at times. You could handle yourself, you didn’t need him hovering, taking issue with every mission, every decision, every single thing that may be the least bit dangerous.

After that, you both decided some space was best—well, you’d decided would be a more accurate statement. Since you all got back almost a week ago, you’d been staying in one of the guest suites rather than the apartment you’d been sharing with him for more than a year. It wasn’t easy, sleep had been hard to come by and when you’d inevitably ran into one another for work it was more than a little tense.

When the elevator stops next you hold your breath a bit. Hanging back you gesture for the Angles to go first to make their grand entrance. They’re met with whoops and cheers, Thor happily posturing in the classic Angel pose. You can’t help but smile despite the anxiety tightening in your gut.

Stepping out you look around the room, hoping to see him somewhere but you come up empty. Your stomach drops to your knees, though it shouldn’t. He’d been pretty against dressing up for the party when it was actually going to be on Halloween. Now-

“Happy Halloween, your highness!” Tony saunters up to your left.

“It’s November 26th, Tony,” you say dryly, Thanksgiving was days away but here you all were. Slowly, you take in his perfect replica of Cap’s cheesy 1940’s threads. “He’s gonna kill you.”

Tony laughs, “Nah, that wouldn’t be very captainly of him. Besides, mockery is the best form of flattery,” he winks and you roll your eyes.

He throws a friendly arm around your shoulders, “And just because we had to save the world on Halloween doesn’t mean we don’t get to celebrate like everyone else.” Raising a hand in the air he summons a drone in bat regalia sporting two drinks on a tray.

“Drink,” he passes you the smoking green concoction. You look like you need it.”

You nod, conceding his point, “Cheers, to being just like everyone else.”

“Cheers,” Tony smirks and you both take huge gulps of your drinks.

“Try to have a good time tonight,” he says, his tone no longer light. “You deserve it.”

“Thanks, Tony,” you give him a wide smile before he bounds off to harass someone else.

Steve showed up not long after you in a damn good zombie getup, apparently having done the makeup himself. While Sam, saying Halloween wasn’t just for women to get sexy, opted for a boxer look—shirtless, oiled up, in a robe, the works.

When Clint showed in nothing but a black trash bag and crocs you were more than a little confused. Once he clarified that he was white trash you spent a solid five minutes laughing.

Wanda had taken the witch thing to another level with her Wicked Witch of The West costume. She did the green skin and even kept a couple of flying monkey plushes floating behind her the whole time.

After your third drink, you stop eyeballing the elevator expectantly and allow yourself to just enjoy the evening.

Honestly, it’s not hard. Everyone needed a breather after their last mission—three brutal weeks had left you all ragged inside and out—and what better way to forget about it than dancing, drinking, and costumes.

On the dance floor, Wanda lifts you up in red glowing energy, spinning you, causing your skirt to flow out. Thor wraps his hands around your waist as you float down only to spin you around some more. The booze and the movement make you feel light and airy. You laugh and laugh, head back, joy buzzing through your whole body.

Back on the ground, still giggling, you rest your spinning head on Farah Faucets broad, godly chest, waiting for your body to register that it wasn’t twirling any more. A voice to your right brings gravity back in an instant, however.

“Mind if I cut in,” Bucky’s velvet tone sending the smallest thrill through you. Thor says nothing, just looks down at you raising an eyebrow.

When you nod slightly he releases you, “If it’s what the lady wants.” He steps back to join his fellow Angels and you stare at the Dread Pirate Roberts himself.

The corner of Bucky’s mouth ticks up just a bit, “You look amazing.”

“I know,” you quip back earning you a full smile.

“Can a dastardly pirate treat a P\princess to a drink?”

“A princess has already had several,” you step close enough to him to catch a whiff of his clean, slightly spicy, scent. Hooking your fingers into the front of his pants you pull him closer, “But she’d love a dance.”

He rests a hand on the small of your back, “I think I can manage that.”

The warmth of him so close makes you ache in every way. Despite your frustration, you missed him desperately. Missed his smell, his touch, his voice.

Turning in his embrace, you press your back against his chest. Your hips sway to the steady beat of the music, the feeling of his fingers holding your hips back against him make you long for more.

His breath brushes against your neck as his lips settle by your ear, “I’m sorry.” You stop dancing and look over your shoulder at him, sincerity clear in his blue eyes despite being shadowed by the dim lights and his mask.

Bucky’s fingers trace your jaw for an instant before your lips meet. It’s a tentative kiss, neither of you sure how to approach this just yet.

“I’m sorry,” he says once more, breaking the kiss.

The dance floor, hell the whole room, suddenly feels overcrowded. Wordlessly you tug him toward the elevator, wanting him alone. He doesn’t resist, following half a step behind you.

When the doors close you feel a moment of hesitation. Maybe you’re a little too drunk and still a bit too angry with him to do this. But when F.R.I.D.A.Y. asks where to there isn’t a moment of hesitation.

“Guest floor,” you respond. Bucky’s brows knit, clearly having expected you to want to go home. You weren’t sure of a lot at this second but you knew that you’d rather be on neutral ground.

As the elevator climbs up you reach for his left hand. Even after all this time, he tries to pull back a little, not trusting himself or it near you. Your grip remains firm though as you pull it up, studying the silver knuckles. Flipping it over you place a kiss on his palm your eyes locking to his.

He opens his mouth to say something but you stop him, pressing a finger against his soft lips, just as the doors slide open. Whatever doubt you had a moment ago is gone.

In the apartment, you push his large nonresistant frame in front of you. Hand-pressed flat on his chest you guide him backward into the living room. For a moment you stand silently, just taking him in. Reaching up you pull the mask off, he wore a mask for too long after all.

Years of undercover work taught you how to move in a gown. A moment after you remove the mask you sweep his feet from under him. He goes to right himself from a kneeling position but you grab his jaw first, forcing him to look up at you.

A familiar spark glints in those enchanting eyes of his, replacing the earlier touch of regret you saw.

“Don’t be sorry,” your thumb wanders over to touch his bottom lip. “There’s a place for you to take control, to make the decisions.” You rip the black bandanna from his head, burying your fingers in that thick dark hair, holding tight, “It’s just not out there.” He smirks, leaning his head back a bit despite your grip.

“Remember that and you won’t need to apologize again.”

“So,” he purrs, rising to his feet, “You want me to take control, your highness?” You release his hair and he slowly backs you into a wall, waiting for your response.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

Bucky’s hands cup your face, kissing you firmly but fleetingly. His eyes bore into yours as his fingers, warm and deliciously cool, run down your neck, trace your collar bones, and grip your shoulders.

“As you wish,” he grins before he spins you around, strong hands pressing your chest into the wall.

The long blond hair of your wig sways against your back with the sudden movement. His fingers lightly trace the swoop of skin at your back, left exposed by the off-the-shoulder neckline, and gather the thick locks, twisting them and laying them over your shoulder. Lips press against the base of your neck, teeth playfully sink into your tender flesh.

“You make a cute blonde,” he says into the shell of your ear.

Pressing close, he reaches around your front to untie the belt at your waist, letting it fall to the floor. When his hands grip the neck of your dress, ripping it down the back you can’t hold back the gasp. It joins the belt in a pool of red fabric by your feet.

He unhooks your strapless bra, tossing it to the side. Taking each of your full breasts in his hands he catches the tips of your hard nipples between his middle finger and thumb. The light touch quickly turning firm.

You whimper, pain and pleasure mingling. Your head falls back onto his shoulder sending the gold tresses swaying

“Hmm, you like that,” he hums against your temple. Bucky lifts the weight of your breasts by the tender points trapped between his fingers before releasing them, causing them to bounce and sway.

Just as the sensation of being trapped in his tight grip fades he latches onto the tender pebbled flesh once more. This time he doesn’t let go, rolling and squeezing, teasing your nipples and breasts until you can hardly stand.

He steps back abruptly leaving you swaying, breath ragged. You’re about to turn to him when he’s behind you once more.

“Stay there,” he steadies you with his warm right hand.

His hands come around your face, holding the black bandanna you’d tossed aside earlier. Gently he ties it around your eyes, making the world go dark. You don’t protest but your body stiffens just a bit.

Ever tuned into your every reaction his lips press to your cheek, “Trust me.”

“I do.” You mean this with everything you are.

With steady hands, he guides you back to what your knowledge of the space and the slight lingering scent of your perfume tell you is the bedroom. He releases you and you remain planted, waiting, though maybe not patiently.

There’s the sound of zippers, boots being flung away, the rustle of fabric. Involuntarily your tongue wets your bottom lip, anticipating, craving, the salty taste of his skin.

But then there’s just silence. There’s no indication of his warmth near you, nothing. Without anything to orient you in the blackness, your heart begins to race.

“Goddamn,” he breathes in a reverential tone from behind you. The suddenness makes you jump a bit.

“Bucky,” your body pivots toward him wanting to gain your bearings.

“Ah, ah,” his chide is accompanied by the light flick of a plastic rapier across your ass, the sting barely dulled by the fabric of your lacy high waisted lingerie.

Cool metal fingers trace your cheekbone, “You said you wanted me to take control.”

“Yes,” his thumb hovers over your cupids bow before parting your lips.

The metal slips between your teeth, you flick your tongue across the tip. Your hand rises to grip his forearm, sliding down to his wrist, holding his hand in place, reveling in the way his breath catches.

He slips his thumb from your mouth, fingers gripping your chin, “Then let me,” he growls so close to your lips you can feel the damp heat of his breath.

All you can manage is a nod, your voice choked off by the desire flooding your body.

“On your knees,” he says before releasing you.

Doing as he says you lower yourself to the thick carpet. A finger tilts your chin up so that the moist, quivering tip of his cock just barely brushes against your hungry mouth. Without hesitation your tongue flits out to catch the precum you know is there, longing to taste him.

He lets you take your time, tracing the outline of his head with your tongue, enjoying the way he twitches each time you pull back. When his left hand gently cups the back of your head to guide you you’re eager to take him in.

As they have countless times before your hands rise to grip the irresistible muscles of his thighs. You jump back in surprise, his cock slipping from between your lips when the rapier pops against the back of your hand.

“No hands, just this perfect mouth of yours,” his metal index finger sliding in for just a moment as if to prove a point before he replaces it with his cock.

You take him down until he hits the back of your throat, loving the size of him. His hand at the back of your head doesn’t demand, merely guides as you use your mouth to draw shudders and sighs from him.

When he begins to thrust against you, your lips curl despite their preoccupation, thinking he’s going to come. Instead, he pushes deep, causing you to gag a bit, and holds your head still. He pulses for a moment but doesn’t come, pulling out with a slick sound.

Suddenly soft light floods your eyes causing you to squint as Bucky’s face comes into focus, eyes blown out with lust. Warm fingers wipe at the moisture around your mouth, “So beautiful,” you can feel a slight blush heat your cheeks.

He smiles, his fingers running from your chin to your throat. They wrap around your neck, pushing you down with firm but gentle pressure until you’re on your back looking up at him.

“And mine,” he growls, fingers squeezing just a touch.

It's not a question but you answer it anyway with a whisper, “All yours Bucky. Only yours.”

There’s nothing tentative or unsure in the way your lips meet now. With his right hand still on your throat, your mouth opens to him, letting him taste the desire, the longing. You catch his bottom lip in your teeth and a rumble shakes his solid form above you.

Cool fingers press against the dampness between your legs. A little moan slips between your kiss as your hips thrust up, demanding more.

Your lingerie may have been expensive, quality stuff, but it never stood a chance against a super soldier. Bucky merely flexes his fingers and your underwear is reduced to nothing but decoration hanging from your hips.

He doesn’t give you time to protest.

Smooth metal slides over your folds. How something so hard could be so sensual always threw you. His fingers tease you, never landing where you desperately want them.

“Bucky,” you whimper, “please. Please,” your hips buck up desperate. He just chuckles, pressing your body tighter to the floor with his weight, covering your mouth with his until you’re about to come undone.

When his thumb finally gently caresses your swollen clit your body practically convulses. Bucky rests his other arm by your head his fingers stroking your forehead.

“How quickly do you think I can make you come?” That mischievous smile makes his eyes sparkle. His middle and index finger slide inside of you. The only answer you’re able to give is a low groan of pleasure.

He curves his fingers, pressing against you at just the right spot, and you cry out. If he kept that shit up he’d have you over the edge in minutes.

“You know, you’re so pretty when you come,” he whispers over your lips, staring into your eyes. He catches your next cry with a kiss. “Do you wanna come for me?”

You’ve forgotten how to speak, all you can manage is a weak nod.

“That’s not a yes.” He picks up his pace just a bit, your body begins to tremble. “I asked if you wanted to come for me. Do you, baby doll?”

“Yes,” you say with a gasp, your back arching up.

“Yes, what?”

A small noise slips from you before you stutter, “I-I wa—nt to—to. Oh, fuck!” You pant as he pins you with his stare, “I wanna come for you. Please, Bucky. Please, I-” You cut yourself off as a low moan bursts from you.

“Not yet,” he responds as his fingers keep working their magic, pushing you closer and closer to losing control entirely.

“Bu—Bucky, baby, I, I can’t…” Your fragile control slips with each ragged breath.

He smiles softly, tongue wetting his lips, before he finally says it, “Come for me, Y/N.”

Your body tenses, and releases sending you spiraling. For a moment there’s nothing but the electric pleasure flooding your system, you’re floating—or maybe it’s just that Bucky has gathered your trembling, limp, body in his arms.

There’s no resistance from you as you let him lay you on the soft bed. His mouth latches onto one breast and then the other, tongue and teeth drawing more soft moans from you.

Every reaction makes his hips rut against your thigh, the hard length of his cock enticing. Your fingers tangle in his hair, causing the minty smell of his shampoo to rise into your nostrils, and you pull his head from your breast to look at you.

“I want you in me. Now.”

He chuckles darkly, “Thought I was calling the shots.”

You flush, “You are but-” He presses a muscular thigh against your dripping cunt, your body immediately pressing into it, yearning for more.

“As you wish,” he says with a wink. You laugh as he flips you over, pulling your ass into the air.

His warm right-hand crashes into your ass cheek stinging in the best way. You toss the curtain of blonde hair from your face, wanting to look at him.

Without a word his left-hand slides down your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades to force your chest and head against the bed, bringing your ass higher up. He squeezes the slightly burning flesh hard before he slides his cock into you.

Despite his earlier efforts you still cry out as your walls stretch tight around the size of him. His own low groan makes you shiver with delight and push back harder against him, wanting all of him now.

Gripping your hips with a force that would no doubt leave a few marks later he fucks you with abandon, long since learning that you could take what he had to give.

An orgasm rocks you but he doesn’t stop, forcing another before his left-hand grips your throat and pulls you up against his chest.

“You feel so good, baby,” his teeth graze your earlobe and you gasp, reaching back to grab his immovable thigh for support. “So good.”

His right-hand slides down your torso, fingers caressing your clit. You mean to say words but they come out as nothing but unintelligible sounds of ecstasy.

“Y/N,” Bucky sighs into the curve of your neck as he thrusts deeper into you, your walls tightening. “That’s my girl. Let me feel it.”

His fingers on your neck tighten on your arteries, his fingers on your clit continue to dance, drawing out more soft sounds. He groans and your nails dig into his thighs, you can feel his body tense behind you.

With a hard thrust, your body shakes almost violently, your orgasm silent but intense as his own comes with a roar, his cock pulsing inside of you.

He moves his hands from your throat to your chest, holding your shaking body tight.

His cock, still hard, pushes deeper into you, “I’m not done yet, sweetheart.”

“Good,” you croon, leaning back to kiss his, for once, stubble-free jawline.

Bucky pulls out of you, hands coaxing you onto your back. He sits on his heels, cock damp and twitching as he takes you in with a look you aren’t sure you’ve ever seen him wear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your tone concerned as you sit up on your elbows against the nest of pillows.

His face brightens with that eye crinkling smile that made you fall in love with him.

“How could anything be wrong, my love? I have you.” He tenderly pushes a few strands of hair from your face.

Your eyes burn a bit with tears of joy as you settle back into the pillows holding your arms out to him. He takes the invitation without hesitation, settling over you and seating himself deep inside you.

“You will always have me,” you whisper into the shell of his ear. He shifts to look into your eyes. “I love you, Bucky.”

Another blinding smile graces your vision before his lips find yours.

Pressed tight together, your legs wrapped around his hips, you speak only in touch and trembling sighs until you both cry out once more.

Later, tangled in each other’s arms Bucky presses a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling you from the edge of sleep.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” he whispers.

You smile, “Of course.”

“I love you, baby.”

Snuggling tighter against him you drift into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Jaemin is getting friskyyy | Longer Chp | here we go~

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You did end up regretting it. But not what you expected.

Your lips didn’t meet Jaemin’s, and a part of you was grateful. Something happened to you when you were with him, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. You could say anything to him, do anything with him, and there would be no consequences, no regrets. That of course, wasn’t true. The minute you left you regretted your explanation, your candidness of your emotions, your feelings that won you over. You regretted the ‘I care’. You did care, something inside of you was making that very clear. But you didn’t want to. You couldn’t even distinguish how you cared, or in what way.

There was a darkness, a greyness that inked his eyes, that told you to fall for him. There was a loss of control around him. You hated that. But most of all, you hated his ‘type’. His arrogance, his ego, his cockiness. Everyone always wants the ‘bad boy’, but not you. You craved someone who was good for you, someone who treated you right. Someone like Jeno. But Jaemin was confusing your thoughts, haunting your dreams. And you knew, that if you kissed him, those hazy shadowed dreams would come true. Sadly.

What you needed most right now, what you needed most whenever your emotions became too intimate, was space. You decided to take a step back from Jaemin that day. To take a step back from his bad influence, his dark, bitter eyes, his warmth. You didn’t like when your emotions became too inflamed, overly tenacious. For when your heart was aflame, it was all too easy to be swayed, by emotion, by luring eyes. You needed control, for if your feelings took over your power, took over your actions, you could make some very impulsive, unbearably regrettable decisions.

[7:09am]

You woke up to someone gently singing. A soft but hoarse voice. Lila.

‘How many people have the keys to my apartment??’

“Oh good your awake! Look Haechan’s party, we need-“

“Woah, Lila calm your shit okay, is that even today??”

Haechan’s parties were said to be unreal, and even that was an understatement. Crowds of people flowing in from anywhere to meet people, make bad decisions and have fun. No one knew anyone there, or barely anyone, and that’s what was so compelling. Haechan was basically a modern Gatsby in party terms. Of course, it would be amazing to let loose, have a drink, dance a bit. But you weren’t as sociable as Lila, and you couldn’t drink as much as Renjun.

Renjun used to be like you, a little bit shy yet speckled with gregarious traits. But he befriended Haechan last year, and since then he could chug a naggin of vodka like it was water. And as for Lila, put her in the middle of any social gathering and she’d shine. You just- you didn’t know where you’d fit in - at the party.

“Yes, yes it is. Sooo what are you wearing?”

“Wearing? If I’m going uhm jeans—”

She interrupted before you could finish, with a half-suppressed laugh emerging. “Oh no honey, it’s a Halloween party.”

Leave it to Haechan to throw a Halloween party 2 weeks early.

“I’ll see.” You spit out, eyes smiling as Lila’s beamed.

———

Sitting down, staring at the empty whiteboard, you could feel something on you. A stare. Someone’s eyes mesmerising your figure, capturing you intently. Your back burned from the glare. You turned around. Fast. In hopes of catching the culprit with smoldering eyes.

Haechan. What a surprise. He always knew how to catch one's attention.

He quirked his eyebrows and passed a note to you. Once you gripped it, you could tell Jeno was curious beside you. Peering intently into its contents.

‘You better come to the party. This is a personal invitation y/n.’

‘What a Gatsby move.’

You crumbled the note in one hand and shoved it into your bag, making sure both of them watched. He wasn’t going to influence your decision. If you were going, it would be for Lila, or for yourself. Not for some guy.

Your eyes gazed up to Jeno instinctively. He was focusing intently on the work on the board. ‘There has to be something beyond his smile’ you thought, ‘Eyes full of lust, some tantalising charm behind that innocence.’ Your blood warmed at the thought.

“So are you going?” his voice brought you back to reality.

You assumed he was on about Haechan’s party. “I don’t know” You chuckled lightly.

“You should.” His smile almost persuaded you, right there and then.

There was an attraction in his gaze, and you knew hoped he felt it too. You were falling deeper into the wrath of his smile, and you liked it. You wished nothing more than to reach over and fuse your smile with his. Nothing more than to simply talk with him, read with him, stay with him. Your feelings grew deeper and you hadn’t even noticed. Spending time with Jaemin really did confuse you. Little were you aware of how deep your feelings ran, in your veins, in your pulse. Little did you know how your tensions drowned away with the smile on his face. You weren’t an affectionate, sappy person, and you definitely weren’t good at expressing or understanding your emotions. Oh but only if you were. Haechan’s party would’ve gone a lot differently.

———

Arriving home, you noticed Ten was already there. Sitting right in front of the television, remote control in his hand.

“How was school?” He asked, trying to act brotherly.

“Do you care?” you laughed.

“Not really.” and he smiled brightly. “You going to Haechan’s party?”

You shook your head. As much as you like socializing, reading a book snuggled up with chamomile tea in your hand definitely beat it. During your final class, you had reached the conclusion that you were not going. You didn’t see the point, and at home, you could catch up on many missed episodes of your new binge tv show. ‘They’ll be fine without me’.

lunalila560 : comin to Haechan’s?? [5:53]

imaginey/n :nahhh, too tired [5:55]

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[6:16]

A knock came from the door and in stepped Lila. She brought with her a huge blue gear bag filled with her most stylish clothes and makeup, because your most stylish clothes were probably your Christmas pajamas. She wore a short pink dress, with a black cropped denim jacket resting delicately on her shoulders. Black heels embraced her slender feet. Her hair was tied in two loose braids, with white glitter sprinkled casually over. Her makeup was classic with a dash of extra glitter to contrast. She was beautiful as always, and you were still in your pajamas, stuffing your face with popcorn as if watching a fashion show.

“Okay so…” she began. She held out a clothes hanger, your new Halloween costume hanging from it. “You’re coming, I don’t care what you say.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest. Lila had clearly put effort into your costume, knowing fully well you would’ve actually worn jeans. She was always so organised like that.

“So what am I?” You sat on the edge of the couch, leaning into her beaming eyes, curious of her plans.

“Lara Croft.”

You nearly choked on air as your eyes filled with uncertainty. Ten chimed in with appreciation. You shook your head but she argued; “Just trust me.”

Lila knew you so well, too well in fact. The outfit was unarguably perfect for you. Not too revealing, comfortable, something you could dance in. She wanted you to wear shorts, but knowing you, she chose green cargo pants with a slit around the thigh instead.

She plaited your hair, pulling out the messy bits at the front. Made your makeup look effortlessly casual. Smeared brown paint like ‘dirt’ on your body and grey tank top. Tied a bandage around the slit in your pants as if you were injured. And of course, who could forget a (toy) gun in your hand. You couldn’t deny you actually liked it.

———

Lila walked beside you up Haechan’s driveway, wearing her version of ‘Jessica Rabbit’. Your breath trembled. You could already hear the music. There were a few people outside. You were late, by approximately 2 hours, which meant the party already started. You gulped. Butterflies dancing in your stomach. No. Wasps, stinging.

By the time you had reached the porch, it was too late. Lila’s arm linked in yours preventing your escape. The sweat clammed your palms, and your armpits, which you prayed the dirt could hide the stains. Before Lila grabbed the doorknob, her eyes met yours. Telling you that it was going to be okay, that it was safe, that you should breathe. Little did she know the reason for your racing heart. But before you could blink, she pulled the door open, music shrieking in your ears.

The party was loud, real loud.

The house was beautifully designed, but there were way too many people to appreciate it. The place was crowded, people everywhere, streaming from the top of the stairs, out of the innumerable rooms up there, and people headed straight into the kitchen downstairs, or what you assumed was the kitchen. The lighting was dim, you could barely make out Lila’s face beside you. People were hanging over banisters, screaming, chanting. Music blaring, deafening your ears. And everyone was clearly very, very drunk.

Lila’s shout met your ear, yet you barely heard her; “Kitchen….drink?”

It didn’t matter for her hand tugged yours into a room, the kitchen. You bumped into everyone, dancing, laughing. You focused your eyes on the floor. You weren’t ready to recognise people yet. You needed alcohol for that. And lucky for you, you were nearly there.

You looked up when Lila came to a halt.

‘Holy shit.’

There wasn’t enough counter to hold all the bottles. From vodka to whiskey, it had everything. You didn’t know where to start. Lila did, however, as she shoved a cup filled with something in your hand. Before you knew it, you too were laughing. You were very nearly drunk on the atmosphere, on the music. You took a gulp of the vile concoction before you felt the heavyweight of a stare settling on you. That familiar glare. You quickly forgot about it as Lila refilled your drink. If anything was going to make this night easier, it was alcohol.

“You came!”

Renjun screamed beside you. He had a rather large glass in his hand.

“Ms.Croft.” He added, “enchante.”

A laugh escaped your mouth easily, “And what may you be?”

“Ayy matey, tis’ I, Jack Sparrow.” He completely failed the accent, but A for effort.

“How fitting.” you quirked your eyebrows, “a pirate always does have a drink in his hand.”

He bowed, his pirate hat falling off. Then, nearly collapsing on the floor with laughter. You couldn’t help but laugh with him.

Your eyes wandered to Lila who was already talking up a ‘Joker’.

The alcohol buzzed in your veins, your body warming up to its comfort. You followed Renjun to another lively room. He began chatting aimlessly with people, and you stood beside him. Your body swayed to the music, feeling looser than it did an hour ago. You were lost in conversation when a finger tapped your back. You turned to see Haechan, standing a touch too close.

“Pleasure to see you here.” His voice engulfed in lure.

“Pleasure to be here.” Words slipped easily.

“Nice gun.” He sniggered, eyes judging it but the smile on his face loving it. You held it out, pointing it at him. You pressed the trigger, releasing a pathetic squirt of water. His hands were up before you could attempt a wink.

He was dressed in a suit, a very Gatsy suit.

He held out a drink, one that smelled sweet accompanied by a strawberry floating on top. He winked, properly, as your hand grasped it. A wink followed by that carefree laugh. You spent some time with Haechan, talking about things you couldn’t remember, drinking things you couldn’t distinguish and dancing, as awfully as you’d imagined. The alcohol began to race, rush through you, bubbling, fizzing. You lost track of time, of faces, of songs.

“Have you seen Jeno?” you asked.

“Oh, lover boy? Nope.” he laughed

Your heart sagged just slightly. You reminded yourself that these parties last all night.

‘I’ll see him later.’

Yet again, you felt a set of eyes find you within the growing crowd. It wasn’t Haechan, you soon realised for you were with him, dancing. You scanned the room, but there was no one you recognised.

Until there he was, walking sauntering down the stairs, holding your gaze. His eyes wandered from yours to your ripped tank top, down to your boots. Taking in all of you. His stare full of deceit and depth, but none the less intoxicating. He stopped in front of you, looking down at you, into you. His teeth taunted his lip, bit his lip. A smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Haechan disappeared, everyone disappeared, as if it was only you and him in the room.

You pulled out your gun, a smile taking over your mouth. “Hands up, Jaemin.”

He did as he was told, hands following your order.

“And don’t you dare bite that lip.” You added, confidently.

You traced his outline. His body embraced by a black suit. A white shirt peeking out behind his blazer. A black bowtie drawing your eyes to his neck, and then back up to his gaze. While you were admiring his suit, he pulled his own gun out to point at you.

“Fair play.” he chuckled.

“What even are you?”

“You see, Ms.Croft” he began with that deep voice of his, “I was going to be your prince charming, but now, I’m your savior. It’s Jaemin, Na Jaemin.”

You couldn’t hold back a giggle as he winked. He surely was charming, but he was definitely no prince.

You forgot a lot, but the alcohol wasn’t going to let you forget how close you had been before. How close you had been to his bitten lip or his deceitful stare.

“Care for a drink?” he asked.

“Of course.” but this time it was you who winked.

It was when the drink met your lips that his head turned to the corner of the room. Yours followed. It was dark, you were borderline drunk, but you could always spot Jeno in a crowd.

You dropped your drink. Your breath hitched.

Jeno wasn’t smiling at you, he didn’t even notice you. He was too busy sticking his tongue down some girls throat. His hands roaming her body, his mouth desperate, his teeth tugging at her lip. He was on fire yet your eyes watched, like ice.

You knew there was a part of him that was aflame, seduction lurking inside of him, he just didn’t want to show you. Disappointment tugged at your heart. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were frozen. You didn’t feel jealous or hurt (maybe a little bit). You felt pathetic, stupid for letting yourself believe that even the tiniest part of him was interested in you. Stupid for beginning to like him.

His mouth tore away from her, taking in oxygen when his eyes found you. Found you staring right back at him, at the girl, at their intensity. You almost saw a dim speck of regret in his eyes, but it was too dark to be true.

You panicked, his eyes still watching you. You looked to the ground, and then to Jaemin. His expression changed, from understanding to pure desire. You inched closer, making sure Jeno’s eyes were locked on you. You closed the gap between your beating heart and Jaemin’s. He looked into your eyes as if he was searching for something. Temptation speckled his iris. His hot breath meeting your cheek. Control disappearing from your grip.

Slowly, the music faded and so did the crowd, so did Jeno. It felt like it was just you two in the room, alone, a fraction away from each other. Your heart raced, breath shaky. His mouth searched for your ear, his voice ragged; “You’ll regret this.”

You opened your mouth to speak when his lips crashed against yours. You pulled away for an instant to see lust overtaking his gaze. Then he devoured you, lips moving in rhythm. Body melting into his. You could taste the desperation in his mouth, feel the want on his tongue as it plunged down your throat. His breathy sounds taunted your ear. His hands worked their way around your body, feeling each crevasse, each line until they settled a bit lower than your waist. Pulling you impossibly closer. His teeth teased your lips. Your mouth felt bruised but you couldn’t let go.

His kiss was intoxicating. His passion ignited something in you. You couldn’t hold back a slight moan as his lips moved to your neck. Your fingers intertwined with his hair, pulling it. Want racing through your veins. His tongue demanding more of you, until you broke away, gasping for air. For a moment you tasted the alcohol on his breath, and it brought you back to reality.

His smirk settled on you again.

His mouth dived for your ear once more, nibbling slightly before his hoarse voice spoke.

“He’s still watching.”

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See you next time -> Wednesday 23rd xx

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Heart-Shaped Box

For RIPRoswell Day Three: grief, joy, remembrance, acceptance.

We don’t see Halloween celebrated in season one, but the timing of the finale suggests we’ve passed it by somewhere along the way, probably in the six weeks that passes between episodes eight and nine. It’s implied that Liz and Max haven’t seen each other much, if it at all, during those six weeks. For the purposes of this story, I’m going to act like they did cross paths a handful of times while Liz worked on a cure for Isobel.

Thanks, as always, to @maxortecho for her beta skills. All Spanish errors are mine. Anything Max gets wrong about the traditions are a clueless white girl taking advantage of having a clueless white boy to write about.

For A. 13 years. You picked an apt day to die. No altar, no roadside memorial, but a candle for you tonight.

A cluster of aliens swarms down the street, heading for the patrol car and quickly surrounding it. There’s no escaping them now.

Max slumps back against the headrest and heaves out a weary sigh. Cam is still inside Beam Me Up and they aren’t going anywhere until the kids have finished trick or treating down this road.

Aliens. All of them: ET, Yoda, Buzz Lightyear, a bizarrely adorable xenomorph, and an entire galaxy’s worth of Star Trek characters. It’s a beloved Roswell tradition at Halloween, and one he’s always hated.

One of the kids, a preteen in a generic little green man mask, is jiggling the handle of the car. Max grabs the bucket of candy and rolls down the window to distribute it out to the delighted mass.

They’ve moved on by the time Cam saunters out of the coffee shop, and he doesn’t think it’s a coincidence. She hands him his tea and stares after the motley crew.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it. There’s nobody in sheets pretending to be ghosts. No little witches on broomsticks. Every last one an alien.”

“There are always some rebels,” Max replies.

“Oh yeah?”

“Isobel always had to be a princess. The closest compromise she could reach with my parents was Princess Leia.”

“Is she even an alien?”

“As far as Iz was concerned, she was from a galaxy far, far away, so she couldn’t be human.” It was hard logic for their mother to argue with, especially not when Isobel argued it so decisively. Almost as if his sister was identifying with the idea.

“And you?”

“Me? I wanted to be Harry Potter.” He ducks his head, grinning to himself as he remembers his yearning for a pair of spectacles. He’d practiced drawing a lightning scar on his forehead with his mother’s eyeliner.

Cam laughs. “Figures.”

“Yeah. But my mom insisted I had to keep up the tradition, so she put me in an old bathrobe and sent me as a Jedi instead. I didn’t have the right hair to be Luke Skywalker though.”

That hadn’t been so bad, out of the options. He’d never had to go as a murderous alien, or the little green man, a reminder of his origins and the loss of his people in the crash. His costume had sent Max down a rabbit hole, watching the movies and then discovering all the tie-in novels, marveling at the powers the Jedi had and wondering if they came from the same galaxy. Max didn’t have powers, not yet, just his bond with Isobel, but Jedi powers seemed like a cool trade-off to being an alien. Maybe even better than being a wizard.

Until he got his powers and then it wasn’t cool at all.

“That sounds on your level of nerdery,” Cam says. “And your mom was right, Jedi is cooler than Harry Potter.”

“Hard disagree. If I wasn’t in uniform, I’d be in my wizard robes right now.”

It’s not true. He hasn’t put on a costume since childhood, and this night of all nights isn’t one he observes with any merriment anymore. Instead, it’s a countdown until midnight. That’s the only holiday—holy day in the traditional sense—that he honors these days.

That’s private though. For after their shift is over, under the cover of darkness. When he can head to the cemetery gates.

The cemetery is quiet and still, its gates locked early to keep out any teenagers who might decide it’d be a special kind of thrill to run riot through it tonight. Max has nudged the patrol in this direction several times in their circuits of the city, and Cam was far from suspicious: given Sheriff Valenti’s stern warnings to keep their eyes on it, it made good business sense.

Max left Cam at her door half an hour ago and made his way here instead of heading to his own home. This is the tenth year of his tradition, but the first time he’s visited Rosa’s grave since Liz returned to town. Not since that night he caught Liz herself here after midnight. He doesn’t want to intrude on her, not when he’s promised her space, not when she has every right to her grief and he has no right to her time.

It must have been harder for her to clear the gates—for him, it’s an easy spring and drop onto the path on the other side, flashlight clutched between his teeth. The gates really don’t serve much of a deterrent to anyone, teenagers or drifters alike, but the place is silent around him. Silent as the grave.

He knows he can come up with a better metaphor than that.

Doesn’t matter. He’s not here to write. Tonight he is here to remember, to honor Rosa in ways her family no longer risk publicly. Using the beam from the flashlight, he picks his way through the rows of graves until he finds her. Shoved in a back corner, the grass a little long around here, like even the caretakers don’t want to do right by her. The gravestone is thankfully free of graffiti—he brought stuff to clean it off if he needed to. Instead, from his rucksack he gets out what he’s here to bring.

He’s sure he does this all wrong. It’s not his tradition, and he doesn’t know anyone he can ask for more information, except for Liz. Then she’d know, she’d have to know, and he’s not sure if she’d understand. He isn’t doing this for atonement. He’s simply doing it to keep the memory of a girl who died far too young alive, in his own fumbled way.

Besides, he’s been doing it so long he’s kind of made his own traditions, and it would feel weird to change them now. Even if it was to correct himself.

The first thing out of the rucksack is the bouquet of marigolds. They’re a little crushed and wilted after a day in his locker at the station, but they’re vibrant against the night. He lays them in front of the stone, and though the grass almost swallows them, their orange glow refuses to be diminished.

Next comes the pan de muerto he picked up earlier in the day. They’re only wrapped in a little paper bag, so he’s sure the only thing consuming them year after year are rats, but it was in the list when he Googled all those years ago. He doesn’t even know if Rosa liked them. He’s not even sure if he likes them: after all this time, he’s never been able to bring himself to try one. They’re too associated with the girl he’s offering them to, and the thought of swallowing them chokes him, guilt rising like bile.

Third, he pulls out the cardboard cup to put next to the bread. He had to quit leaving thermoses out here, knowing they were only getting broken or stolen. This is the cheaper, more environmentally friendly option. Others might have brought a bottle of tequila, but he cannot in good conscience leave that for Rosa. Instead he brings her tea: good tea, his favorite, now cold but still aromatic.

And lastly, his calavera literaria.

It’s not in Spanish. It has no humor to it, because that’s never been his strong suit, and to joke with her or about her is too intimate for a girl he barely knew. But the little poem he writes for her every year is the best he can do, a small exchange of his soul for hers. This, he tucks down into the grass, hoping it will be rotten long before the grass is cut or anyone comes to the grave.

He doesn’t say a word. He can never find the words when he’s here, not like he can when he has a pen in his hand and the entire year to think of what to say to her next. The hundred ways he can apologize and it never be enough, never fix what happened. Rosa would probably laugh if she got a chance to read these poems, like she did when she read his letter to Liz. Laugh, shove him away, remind him he’s a stupid boy. And he wouldn’t stop her.

His ritual complete, Max wends his way back to the gates. The wind rustles through the grass, and he almost wishes he could hear it whispering to him, the sound taking on a voice. What words would it say to him? Forgiveness? Not likely.

But the wind is just the wind. This is just a field on the edge of the desert, where the people of this town plant their bones and pretend their loved ones are here when they visit. The dead are just the dead, and there’s no changing that.

The cruel irony of this night is that to get home from the cemetery, he must drive along the road where he staged the crash with his siblings. He has learned to avert his eyes when he passes by—if he does, instead of taking the long way around, but that’s not feasible at this time of night. He’s in that state of exhaustion where he’s becoming wired up again, and that makes him a dangerous driver. It’s not much of an issue on roads as quiet as these, but he needs to get home and find ways of subduing himself.

Instead he grips the wheel and tries to keep his gaze off to one side, away from the three memorial crosses wedged into the roadside dirt. All he needs to be aware of are headlights, ahead or behind, otherwise he can drive half in a trance and he’s only a danger to himself.

Just this once, there are headlights. And they aren’t on the road. They’re stationary, at the side of the road.

He’s alert enough not to slam the brakes, instead allowing his Jeep to roll to a stop near the lights. His eyes adjust to make out the scene through his window, and he swallows.

A car is parked beside the memorial, engine off but lights on. A car he recognizes.

He should keep driving, but it looks weird now he’s slowed down. In fact, she’s turned to look at him, her brow wrinkled in question, her stance alert, tense. She’s expecting trouble.

He rolls down the window to show who he is, to prove she’s in no danger.

“Liz,” he says over the rumble of his engine. He’s not seen her in a few weeks, not since Isobel went into the pod. She’s a sight for sore eyes, but one he tries not to look at too intensely, averting his eyes into the shadows around her. It’s like trying not to look at the sun during an eclipse. It’s like trying not to look at god. It will be painful afterwards, but it might just be worth the pain.

She smiles, but it’s tense. Things are still weird between them. Things will likely always be weird between them, and he knows better than to hope for different. She deserves her anger.

He knows better than to ask her what she’s doing here, especially given that she’s clutching her own garland of marigolds. Rosa’s makeshift cross is upright, a sorry rarity.

Max wonders if Liz has ever built an ofrenda for her sister. It seems unlikely, given what he knows of her scattered adulthood and the emotional ties she’d cut with Rosa.

There’s nothing to say. So he says the first stupid thing that comes into his head. “You’re not in costume.”

Her breath hitches and her fingers tighten around the flower stems.

“Sorry. That’s--”

“I don’t really celebrate Halloween,” she says. “Not since Rosa…it doesn’t feel right.”

He thinks that’s the end of it. The awkwardness lies heavily between them, a veil he cannot breach. But where he shrinks into silence, Liz seeks to escape it.

“She always did the most elaborate costumes,” she says. “She only learned to sew so she could make her own costumes, and she’d paint my face for Día de los Muertos. I loved them so much, I always insisted she painted my face for Halloween too, even though she told me it was silly, that everyone in town dresses as aliens so we had to as well.” It’s the word aliens that brings her back to the awkwardness, her voice trailing off as she finishes the sentence.

“I remember,” Max says fondly. “Rosa with her face painted silver, but you with floral patterns all over your skin.”

“Papi always goes overboard at Halloween, and we hated it. We thought it was so cheesy. It was one of Rosa’s earliest acts of rebellion—she wanted to be a bruja. Or Selena.”

Liz is smiling, though sadness tugs at the corners of her mouth. She shakes her head, looking away from him, her gaze tracing the road he has just driven down.

“Where are you coming from at this time of night?” she asks, and the question is so unexpected that he stills, glad her stare hasn’t returned to him. She always can see him. Through him.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” she says, and it’s almost teasing. “There’s nothing much that way. Nothing except…” She pauses and looks back at the roadside cross “...Rosa.”

“I laid flowers on her grave.” The words are out before he can stem their flow.

Once again, she takes him by surprise. “That’s you?”

“I didn’t know anybody ever noticed,” he replies.

She nods. “My father goes on Día de los Muertos. It’s safer that day than any other day—the other girls weren’t Mexican, their families don’t visit that day. Only the other Mexican families do, and they look after papi.”

Max resists the urge to cringe until he folds into himself. To think that Arturo might have read his poems…

“He said somebody was visiting her grave,” she continues. “But he thought it was maybe a boyfriend of hers. Certainly no gringo.” She smiles again, and this time it’s teasing, light. “Though this does explain why you’ve been wasting the pan de muerto. You’re supposed to eat it, not give a whole bag to the local rodent population.”

He takes a deep breath. “I know…I know this doesn’t—”

But she silences him with a shake of her head. “Not tonight.”

She turns her back to him, crouching to place the marigolds underneath the wooden cross. For a moment he thinks this is a dismissal, but when her hands are free she turns back to him.

“Come on, pull over. I’ll show you what you’re missing.”

It takes a few moments for him to get context. She crosses to her car, reaches into the passenger seat, and brings out a little white cake box. He knows what’s in it. Shame and bile rise in unison.

The only thing he can do is follow her instructions, pulling to the side of the road and turning his engine off to give himself a moment to collect himself.

Then she’s at his window with the lid open on the box, the sugar crystals on the pan de muerto sparkling in the stark brightness of the twin headlamps. He doesn’t smile, but takes the offering reverently.

It’s soft in his hand, softer still between his teeth. Sweet, delicate, a hint of anise. This isn’t what his guilt tastes like.

Liz closes the lid, watching him as he chews. She doesn’t say anything, and for the first time he notices the lack of anger in her expression. He never thought she’d look at him without a hint of fury, but either she’s cloaking it well or she’s forgotten it in this moment. He grasps the moment, commits it to his memory for when her anger returns.

He doesn’t choke on the first bite, or the next, or the next. Maybe he won’t choke on it after all.

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