#no he's not actually a vampire he just likes to wear his Halloween costume and sneak around at 3 am and it freaks everyone out every time đ
i dont know if thats actually what the costume is supposed to be but i like to think that the little halloween outfit with the cape that they usually give sonic is supposed to be a vampire costume because sonic being a werewolf for real but still choosing to dress up as a vampire for halloween is soooo funny to me
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What are the Halloween costumes that would drive JJK characters crazy?
pairings: Maki, Choso, and Nanami x fem!reader
nsfw: drug use, implied sexual activity
Maki: Black Cat
Maki has no issue with your "costume" being just lingerie and cat ears. Well, you had drawn a little triangle on your cute nose, so she'd give you credit for that. But even so, how could she mind the basic costume when you made it look so good? It's hard to focus on the conversation she's having when the body suitâso tight on your gorgeous silhouetteâis riding up on your hips, allowing her to make out the curve of your ass. And just below it, she can see your black thigh highs and how they squeeze your legs, a little bit of your flesh spilling out over the top. With a sight like this, she can't stand there staring the whole time, she has to come over and introduce herself to the pretty girl in the cat costume. You'd giggle your name back to her and do a terrible job of hiding how your eyes flick down to the strong but elegant hands of hers that you just took a drink from. Later in the night, when you two end up pressed together in the closet of someone's house, she would show you how she's quite the cat person and knows how to take care of your pussy.
Choso: Vampire
This boy is emo!!! And so touch starved, so when you're smoking his weed outside of your friendâs party and you playfully threaten to bite his neck, he agrees. With a fanged smile, you pass the blunt back to him and place your hands on his built shoulders so you can close in on your victim. He shudders at the sensation of your breath on his throat, pulse thumping through his neck as he senses you move closer and closer until your fake fangs graze his pale skin. His hand grabs onto your arm, but he doesnât stop you as you gently bite his flesh. Itâs not enough to draw blood, but it still sends a shiver ofâfear? excitement? ...arousal?âdown his spine. As a thank you for providing make-believe sustenance, you remove your fangs from his neck and plant a gentle kiss in their place, causing his fingers to squeeze around your arm. Your kiss leaves a smear of your red lipstick on his skin, but he doesnât wipe it off, he likes being marked.
Nanami: Classic Movie Killer
Nanami would find all your little teases about how he should âwatch outâ because âthereâs a serial killer on the looseâ, very entertaining. Youâd brandish your flimsy plastic knife and draw a line across his throat with it while telling him he should be grateful you havenât killed him yet since, if you wanted to, you could. Heâd cross his arms, showcasing his strong, veiny forearms, and tilt his head with an âOh yeah?â and watch as you stumble over yourself to double down on your empty threats. Aside from the fact that he would be able to pin you in under a second, he knows it'd be impractical to kill anyone in the skimpy get-up you're wearing. Not that he doesn't like the little 'killer' outfit though, he actually has a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming the bloodied, exposed skin your crop-top and skirt reveal. Of course heâd keep his composure at the Halloween party, but after it he'd take you home and rip off your costume, leaving you bare and naked and dripping with arousal, and itâs only then he'd allow himself to teach you
who should be scared of who.
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His Precious DollFace. - Leon S Kennedy.
!TAGS!: Slight NSFW (Somnophilia) Mentions of Stalking & Kidnapping, Obsessive/Possessive Behaviour, Panty Stealing.
Pairing: GhostFace!Leon + BestFriend!FemaleReader.
Rating: Mature.
Summary: You were Leonâs sweet and innocent childhood best friend that was too naĂŻve to know what his true intentions were, he just wanted to keep you safe and protected.
Word Count: 1.7k
Ghosty's Notes: Hi, just wanted to say I didnât actually think I would be posting this on time but even this time I surprised myself, I have re-written this about 3 times today and I am finally happy with this version I wrote, a huge thank you to everybody that votes on the poll, it was fun seeing everybody interact with it and see everybodyâs choice, I do plan on publishing something for Valentines Day but I am not making any promises, anyway just wanted to say a huge thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
Thank you for all the support, it means alotâ¤ď¸
-Ghostyâ¤ď¸
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18+ Content // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+ Content.
Sitting at home relaxing on your couch watching Netflix, that you stole the password for from your best friend, Supernatural played in the background as you scrolled through your phone reading about the recent Ghostface murders that had been happening around the university campus.
Many people think its a student dressed up as the iconic horror slasher while others just think its just some crazy nutjob, but since the murders classes have been strictly online until the person reasonable has been found. After reading another new article claiming that the authorities should be doing more to catch this murder you exited the page and went to see your text messages.Â
A couple where from Chris complaining that he wished you had accompanied him and Leon to the halloween party their frat was throwing, another message was from Claire showing the costumes the girls were wearing, Ada was going as a vampire, Claire was a witch and Jill went as fairy and chris photobombed the picture dressed as michael myers, the picture made you laugh as you sent a heart back, you didnât feel like going to the party or any social gathering, just a comfy movie night in was all you wanted.
After reply to Claire you saw Leon messaged you, the pair of you had been best friends since you were little kids, being next door neighbours you practically grew up together, always staying at each other's houses for sleepovers, movie nights and even got accepted into the same university as each other, your parents were best friends and would do double date nights when you and Leon grew older, clicking on Leonâs message you read what it said.Â
âMiss you.â was all the message said, it brought a small smile to your face. It wasn't a secret that you and Leon were a little bit closer than friends since you basically grew up together, but that is all you were just friends even though sometimes you wished it was something a little more. Shaking your head you looked at the time on your phone 1am it was time for you to go to bed.
Grabbing your TV remote you flicked off the TV before wrapping your blanket around yourself and got off the couch, as you did you heard a creak in the floor in your hallway, causing you to freeze slightly but then you thought it was just your cat coming inside. Shrugging off the feeling you headed up to your room, not seeing the shadowy figure that looked up at you from the bottom of the stairs.
Pushing open your bedroom door you went and flopped onto your bed exhaustion washing over your body as you donât even bother to get under your blankets as you close your eyes. Just as your mind was about to drift off to dreamland you could have sworn you heard your bedroom door open but when you open your eyes there's nothing there causing you to think you have have started to go crazy, but soon there was a soft meow before your cat jumped up on the bed purring as it pushed its face against yours, causing you to smile as you pet its head.Â
âYou keep giving me a heart attack.â you said to the feline as you softly scold it, but it just purrs and curls up beside you before going to sleep, not having the energy to close your door you drifted off to sleep not seeing the shadowy figure was now in the corner of your bedroom.Â
Looking at the sleeping woman, the shadowy figure felt his heart race as his breathing got slightly heavy, his blade in his pocket before he raised up and pulled the mask from his face revealing himself to be none other than your best friend Leon, there was a blood splatter on his face that he didnât bother to clean up, he had to come and see you.
He knew once you found out what he had done you would never want to see him again, but he was doing all of this for you, to protect you those people who would have hurt you and he couldnât have that, he loved you too much to see you ever get hurt, so he dealt with them so they would never hurt you in the first place.
Everything he did was to protect you from the cruelty of this world, he didnât care if he had to get his hands dirty if it meant you kept that innocent and sweet smile. Walking over to your sleeping figure Leon kneeled down and took off one of his bloody gloves then gently rested his cold hand on your cheek causing your face to scrunch up at the sudden cold feeling but you didn't wake, his thumb slowly creased your cheek as he looked at you with a lovesick look.
You here his precious doll and he will always protect you and have your best interests at heart. Looking away from your face Leon noticed your oversized shirt had ridden up where it rested just under your breasts giving him a full view of your stomach and cute black panties you were wearing, they were his favourite because of how they looked on your body and that he had brought them for you.
Letting out a heavy breath, Leon tried resisting the urge to kiss your stomach, how your soft skin would feel under his lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh and leaving little marks showing everybody you belong to him, the thought sent a rush of heat through his body. Taking a deep breath one little kiss wouldnât hurt so he moved to half way down your bed and leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach, he promised himself to not leave any marks, unlike last time, but this time he was determined not to.Â
Your skin felt so soft under his lips, almost as if kissing a marshmallow he could almost taste the sweet taste of your body wash from your shower earlier in the night. Leon knew of this because of the cameraâs he had placed around your place, so he could always have an eye on you. Feeling you stir Leon frozen in place before you turned over a soft noise leaving your lips as you settled back into your bed. Leon knew you were a light sleeper so he had to be careful and quiet.Â
His gaze went back up to your face, making sure you were fully asleep again before he let out a soft breath, this is what you do to him, you drive him crazy with the most simple and innocent actions just you sleeping peacefully was enough to make his body feel hot all over, to make him crave touching you in a way no best friend should and it was all your fault, but was he complaining, no you could never do any wrong in his eyes.Â
Moving onto your bed Leon made sure his movements wouldnât disturb your peaceful slumber, as his body hovered over your sleeping form his breath picked up, it fanned over your face causing you to stir again, holding his breath you settled down once again your breath evening out and your snores light and soft, Leon didnât want to risk waking you up so as he slowly moved off the bed, he let his lips trail down your body as light as a feather, but as he got to the top of your cute black panties Leon could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sweet smell, he could see a small wet patch forming causing the cheap cotton to stick to your pussy.
Leon could feel his lips go dry, licking his lips he looked like a predatory looking down at its prey, his eyes had darken and his breathing was now more uneven, reaching a finger up he ran his finger up the slick fabric being as gentle as possible, a soft noise leaving your throat as he pulled his finger back it was wet with your slick without thinking Leon placed his finger in his mouth causing a whine to leave his throat, he wanted more but it was too risky so he came up with a better plan, carefully and slowly Leon hooked his fingers into the top of your panties before gently pulling them down your smooth legs and off your feet.Â
Once your panties where off Leon brought them to his noise and breathed in deeply, your scent filling his nose causing his eyes to roll back once again driving him wild, He didnât want to take your innocence just yet he wanted you to be awake so you could feel all the pleasure he would bring to you, so for now this would have to do. Getting off the bed Leon placed the panties in his pocket before he walked over to you and gently kissed your head.Â
âGoodnight Doll, iâll see you again real soon.â Leon whispered before he grabbed his mask and placed it over his face before he carefully walked out of your bedroom and gently closed the doorâŚ.
The Following Morning.
You woke feeling refreshed and well rested, your cat peacefully slept on your jacket that was placed on the chair that sat by your window, the early morning sun warming its fur, your stretched your arms over your head letting out a soft noise as your back made a clicking noise, running your fingers through your hair a feeling washed over you, as if you were missing something, reaching under your blankets you noticed your panties where missing, you were pretty sure you went to sleep with them on.
âMust of kicked them off somehow.â You thought as you shrugged your shoulders and pushed your blankets off your bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for your morning Uni classes and shift working at your momâs bakery, where you will see Leon and tell me all about the supernatural episodes you watched last night and how your cat gave you two heart attacks.
As you made your way to the bathroom, you didnât notice the small camera watching your every move, Leon was behind it smiling as if he had hearts in his eyes. âSoon doll, you will be mine.â he said as he placed his bloody hand on the computer screen, as there was the sound of a muffled scream behind him as a person sat tied up to a chair with tape over their mouth.
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Please, Mr. Ghost Face
Frank Castle x F!Reader Halloween Special (18+)
Warnings: explicit language, explicit smut, semi-public, unprotected sex, roughy sex, brat! reader, frank being kinda bitchy, oral (f!receiving) knife play, mention of blood play, teasing.
Summary: look at the title, look at the warnings, you know what it is, enjoy!!
Word count: 7.2k
AN: Oh my god okay, thank you @chelseasdagger and @suitsofwo3 for getting me to actually finish writing this (i literally felt like i was loosing my god damn mind trying to push through). I dont know why it turned out so long I dont normaly write things that are over 3k so this...yeah I really hope at least some of you will enjoy. I love reading your thoughs and feedback on my fic so please, feel free to share them. Reblogs are very appriciated as always :) HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
You're not sure how Frank managed to get his entire Halloween costume ready before you finished the few quick fixes to your makeup. Even considering the fact that it took you around an hour to get the whole look together, and he repeatedly told you no matter when he started getting ready, he'd still be finished before you. He was right. Was it annoying? Slightly, yes, but for once, him being right was actually a good thing since you were already late to a house party one of your friends decided to throw at the end of the week once most of you were finally done with work.
You fix up your lipstick and try the fake fangs on one more time before messing with your hair a bit and taking a couple steps back to check the outfit out in the mirror. Nothing too creative, just a simple well-fitted black dress, slightly shorter than what you'd usually wear, a couple of bright red details and some silver jewelry. A last minute vampire, sure, it'll do.
You straighten up the fabric and look up and down at your reflection one more time.
âRight, I think I'm ready!â
You raise your voice, making sure heâd hear you, before grabbing the last few things and turning to the door.
âSo, what did you decide to go as?â
You shout again, curious about how much effort he decided to put into the whole thing this year. Halloween wasn't necessarily a holiday Frank enjoyed, but he'd do this and that occasionally just to make you happy.
âDid you figure it out?â
Another question since he didn't answer the previous one. You step out of the room, digging through your small bag in search of your phone before you walk directly into your boyfriendâs chest.
âShit, sorry.â
You mumble and Frank grabs your arm, helping you regain the balance before you end up with your ass on the wooden floor.
âChrist, easy, 'you okay?â
Frankâs deep, groggy voice rumbles through your body, and you take a moment to fix up the dress before finally tracing your eyes up his body. You bite the inside of your cheek and it feels like the words get stuck in your throat before you can answer him.
Frank stands in front of you with his usual outfit on. Combat boots, the ones you rarely see him out of, one of the dark gray, now slightly worn off jeans, and a black tank top, his heavy, deep navy blue jacket already in his hand. The reason for your reaction doesn't have anything to do with his exceptionally ordinary choice of clothing, but rather with a thing you're not used to seeing on him.
The basic Ghost Face mask from Scream covering his face makes it rather difficult to focus on⌠really anything else. The loose black cloth falls onto his exposed shoulders, covering part of his neck, and you catch yourself staring at him and his body for probably slightly longer than necessary.
âOh, fuck.â
You finally manage to get out a couple of words, and Frank lets go of your arm.
âThink it'll do?â
You catch his question this time but keep your eyes fixed on the mask as his voice flows from underneath the fabric.
âShit, yeah, yeah itâll do alright.â
You lean back on the nearest wall, looking over his figure from head to toe once again.
âShit, Frank, where did you even find that?â
âCorner shop.â
He shrugs and takes a step in your direction after a moment. You feel your back pushing against the door frame, a familiar warm feeling growing between your legs when his frame grows bigger in your field of view. His shoulders and chest, slightly exposed by the tight tank top, the fabric clearly struggling some right above his sternum. You catch the corner of your lips pulling up in a confident smirk once you finally take in the whole picture.
The dark, empty eyes of the mask pierce through your own for a moment and you cross your legs nonchalantly before Frank finally reaches up to get rid of the cheap Halloween costume.
Quickly grabbing his wrist, you stop him before heâs able to pull the mask off of his face. His head tilts to the side slightly, his sudden confusion expressed by the pose.
âWhat?â
The question, slightly muffled by the dark fabric, only amplifies the smirk already present on your face. You grin happily at the Ghost Face character right in front of you, somehow feeling like he already knows the answer to his question.
âDonât fucking tell me youâre into that.â
Shaking his head, he tries again but you interrupt the action one more time.
âOh boohoo, and what if I was?â
You tease. Your impatient hands linger over his body, fingers rubbing over the fabric of both his shirt and jeans. Hooking your hand over the waistband of the jeans, you pull yourself up, pushing off of the wall and leaning forward towards him, rubbing your leg up his own slowly. The fabric of the dress slides off of you slightly, exposing a decent amount of skin. Guiding Frank's hand to the back of your body, you arch your back slightly, pushing your ass into his palm, humming satisfied once you feel his tight grip through the dress. Frank's chest expands with a loud sigh, the space between your bodies closing almost completely now. He watches you carefully; every move, every tease, every little movement you plan out carefully, seemingly only to get a desired reaction out of him.
âWhat if I was, Mister Ghost Face?â
Your purr, biting down on your lower lip, your hand now pressed against his chest as you gently drag your nails over the fabric. Frank grunts, the harsher touch clearly getting to him now, and you fight back some smart ass comment your brain so kindly decided to equip you with. Instead, you drop your hand to your thigh under the slit at the side of the skirt. Pulling the fabric back, you let a glimpse of the bright red underwear peek from underneath the costume. Frank finally breaks once you glare up at him suggestively.
âMmmmm, fuck.â
He groans from behind the mask, gripping your ass firmly before pulling you onto himself, your leg hooked loosely behind his. Slipping his hand under the fabric of the dress, he digs his fingers into your flesh and you part your lips, letting out a satisfied moan in return.
ââM not fucking you with the mask on, kid.â
Way to kill the mood. You think, but bite your tongue just in time, not willing to give up on the idea just yet. You can't help it. To be completely honest, it feels like his fault. You didnât make him look this good in the costume, well, part of it, you never anticipated heâd pick out this exact one either. The fact that it was able to get these reactions from you and your body? Yeah, seems like youâre innocent. Gliding your hand between his legs, you drag your nails over the bulge before spreading your fingers apart, cupping the whole of it in your palm.
Frank grunts and the previously present smirk makes its way back onto your face, you donât even try to act innocent anymore.
Listening to his now heavier breathing, despite his not so thrilled demeanor, his heart picks up the pace slightly, the blood rushing down between his legs.
A faint twitch under the jean fabric corresponding with his fingers digging deeper into your thigh and you know he's focused now. He's listening.
âYeah, weâll see about that.â
You push the weight of your body against his groin, and his hand finds its way up to your hair. Fingers tangle into your hair before he tugs on it firmly. Your head tilts up, and the Ghost Face mask finally comes off once you cannot delay the inevitable any longer.
He leans in closer, his warm breath brushes over your lips, and you fight back the cocky smirk, not entirely sure which one of you wanted to feel the other more at this moment.
His stern expression only strengthens once you reach your hand behind him. Your fingers brush over his ass and you watch how his jaw tightens, his eyes closing.
âOh, there he is.â
You tease, and he almost snaps this time, inhaling deeply through his nose in an attempt to steady his breathing.
âYou try that shit one more time-â
He starts. Leaning closer to your ear, his lips brushing over your neck.
âAnd we're gonna have a big problem, kid.â
âOh.â
You whisper, grinding into his thigh slowly.
âOh, are we? We gonna have a problem, Mister Ghost Face?â
Your lips almost brush over his now. Frank opens his mouth to talk back, ready to have you bent over and waiting for him, ready to make both of you feel good or, most importantly, ready to have you apologize for the whole god-damn mask thing.
You breathe out a quiet laugh at the frustrated expression on his face once the sound of your phone successfully distracts you from his attempts to intimidate you.
With his hand still under your dress, the other in your hair, his leg between yours and his body leaning down over you, you answer the phone. Speaking as if it was the most casual situation possible.
âYeah? Oh, yeah, we're on our way, we'll be there in a bit. Yeah.â
Frank watches, flabbergasted, as you make up a little story about why the two haven't joined the rest yet. You smack his shoulder a couple of times, pushing away from him and taking a few steps into the direction of the front door.
âWhat?â
You ask once the phone call is over.
âYou're the one who said it's not happening.â
***
You arrive at the party a good while after it began. The house feels pretty crowded, the music is way louder than necessary, and you're pretty certain you're able to pick up the smell of both alcohol and cigarettes from the other side of the street. It honestly feels like one of those weekend college parties that used to always leave you with a two day long hangover a couple of years back. You shiver from a gust of the cold night wind and look over at your boyfriend while pulling the jacket close around your body. Frank looks unimpressed with that really significant frown on his face, not looking forward to spending the rest of the night in a small, crowded place with a bunch of people he didn't want to have to deal with.
âOh, youâll be fineee.â
Your oh so encouraging words earn you a stern look from him before he shakes his head with a deep sigh.
âJust go.â
You laugh and with his hand resting against your lower back, he pushes you towards the door, slipping on the movie accurate mask with a look of disapproval as you climb up the steps together.
âIâm throwing this thing out tomorrow.â
The muffled sound of his voice humors you, but you bite your tongue.
âWhatever you say, Frankie.â
***
This wasnât Frank's idea, of course it wasnât. He agreed to go to the party knowing how much youâd enjoy yourself but that was the only reason. The costumes werenât even in the picture when you first asked him to join you, and he sure as hell wasnât going to run around to different stores frantically trying to assemble a Halloween outfit. The mask was the first thing he saw after stepping into that corner store earlier in the day. He didnât pay it much thought earlier, but now? After you made it blatantly obvious how much you enjoyed the whole thing, well⌠he struggled to get through one conversation without his thoughts slipping back to what happened before you two left your place.
You werenât any better. Even when you split to catch up with different groups of friends after you stepped into the house, you found yourself constantly scanning the room in search of either his face, the mask, or his back. Catching his glance from across the room, you smile, raising the bottle of beer in your hand up. He does the same, but the gentle smile on his lips wears off the second you gesture for him to pull the mask back down. Frank rolls his eyes, shaking his head, before continuing his conversation with some guy you managed to interrupt.
You could try to focus on other things, on the drinks, the music, the stories shared between your friends. You couldâŚbut you canât. Thereâs no use in trying when your eyes keep searching for Frank every other moment and your mind keeps slipping into places youâd rather not discuss in a room full of people.
With that in mind, you make it your mission to tease Frank through the evening and really see how hard you can make this get to him.
It starts slow: some gentle touches as you pass him by here and there, pushing your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as you two try to hold a conversation with another person, sitting in his lap when some of the people move to sit outside, and most importantly encouraging him to keep the mask on. Itâs a costume party, after all.
He catches on when you two are in the kitchen and you obnoxiously brush your ass against his cock while squeezing past him to grab another beer from the fridge.
He grunts, his fingers quickly wrapping around your arm, and he glares into your eyes, silently warning you, possibly hoping it would somehow get you to behave. It doesnât. You shoot him a quick smirk, waving at one of your friends wearing an angel costume when she walks into the kitchen.
âWeâre doing a group photo in the living room!â
She announces excitedly, and you grin, immediately matching her energy.
âAre we showing our costumes off?â
Frank's fingers loosen the grip around you, and you step away from him without hesitation, taking your friend's hand while she answers your question.
âYeah! We're trying to get everyone in!â
âOh, fun!â
Walking by her side, you step out of the kitchen, turning back for just a moment.
âYou heard that, Frankie? Costumes!!â
***
Back in the living room, you all gather together to attempt the impossible task of fitting every single person at the party into one photo together. Frank joins everyone a bit after you, walking in your direction as you all begin to take your somewhat assigned places.
âHi.â
You start innocently, standing on your toes, to press a quick kiss to the side of his face. Frank nods in response, cautious of your tricks. Standing behind you to make you more visible in the photo, he wraps his arm around your chest, and you quickly grab onto his forearm. Glancing back over your shoulder, you quickly point out the obvious.
âYou gotta put the mask on.â
âMind your business, yeah?â
He murmurs, and you breathe out a quiet laugh, not looking away even for a second while he pulls the dark fabric and white mask over his face. You take a deep breath in, and the corner of your lips pull up in a satisfied smirk.
âFrankie-â
You start, the gentle heat between your legs returning since he put the mask on for the first time, now more prominent as he stares down at you once again.
âLeave it.â
He orders in a harsh whisper and with his hand on the back of your neck, he makes you face the camera. Your body takes over your brain and when everyone poses for the photo and his hand slides to your lower back, you push your ass out and press it against his bulge. His grunt, muffled by the mask and the constant noise of the party, slips from under the mask and his hands find your hips faster than you realize it was happening. His fingers dig into your thighs, so hard you know it'll leave bruises. He holds you still, knowing god-damn well if he lets go you'll repeat exactly what you just did.
There's a flash of the phone, and once the photo is taken he lets go of your body immediately. You make up your mind, deciding to risk it. Pushing past a few groups of people that begin to form around the living room, you excuse yourself, glancing back at Frank to make sure he's watching before you disappear behind the corner. You make your way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You don't lock it. You know he won't let that whole thing slip. No more than five minutes pass before he decides to join you.
âTook you long enough.â
You point out and push yourself off the edge of the bathtub, standing up before taking a couple steps in his direction. Frank shuts the door closed and turns back to face you.
âOh, you wanted me to just walk after you, huh? Make it real obvious?â
He takes a step closer to you, his chest almost rubbing against yours when he looks down.
âNo one would give a shit, Frank, everyone's drunk. We could fuck with the door wide open and they wouldn't notice.â
âStop.â
His voice harsh with the warning.
âWhy?â
You push without hesitation or any intention of stopping.
âThat get you too much, huh? Bet you'd like that, Frankie, hmm?â
Frank's body tenses up at your attempt to tease him. He stands up straighter, taller, and his shoulders stiffen, his chest rising when he breathes heavily under the mask. His hand balls up into a tight fist as he pushes back the frustration, trying not to hand you exactly what you want from him out on a plate.
âYou just don't ever shut up, do you?â
You breathe out a quiet laugh, shaking your head slowly before you stand up on your tiptoes. Staying at eye level with the mask now, you squint, trying to see through the sheer fabric in the eyeholes.
âOh I do. I can shut up but you don't like that, do you?â
You whisper. The muscles in his neck tensing when his jaw tightens and he shakes his head slowly.
âYeah, okay, how âbout you try for once. Might do you some good.â
âYeah?â
You whisper again, your hand now rubbing over the center of his chest, feeling the heat under his shirt.
âMake me.â
The words slip past the big smirk on your face and you decide now is the time. Sliding your hand down his body, you brush over the bulge in his jeans. Not giving him time to react, you grip his cock tightly through the thick fabric. With that, you watch whatever was left of Frank's composure crumble away.
There's a moment of silence where his fingers wrap around your wrist. His grip is tight and he holds it in place. You glance down, watching his hand for a moment, before squeezing him once again.
âF-â
He grunts, yanking your hand away with so much force you couldn't possibly even try to fight it back.
âThat's it.â
Immediately, you feel his body pushing into yours once he shoves you back against the bathroom counter. Your lips part but you keep the moan back, wrapping your arms around his neck and biting into his exposed shoulder once you feel the porcelain digging into your lower body.
Breathing heavier under the plastic mask, he reaches down to the high slit on the side of your dress. His fingers push into your skin and drag up your thigh. Your breath rushes and your chest rises and falls faster now, the only indication, besides the elaborate banter and the teasing, of how much you've been thinking of this since getting to the party.
You hum loudly once his fingers brush over the hem of your underwear. Your hips push forward slightly in need of his touch once he tugs on the fabric to pull it down. You reach towards him, hands working the buckle of his belt open once the lace of your panties brushes down your calf. Frank reaches up, hand gripping the mask to finally pull it off, but you grab his wrist, stooping him once again.
There's a moment of silence when you both wait for the other to talk, the heat of your bodies radiating through the small bathroom. The pure lust for one another allows this to last only a few seconds.
âKeep it on.â
You request, knowing deep down that you can push him enough to actually have him fuck you with it on.
âJesus fucking-â
Frank scoffs, pulling the mask off and looking away from you. He shakes his head, disapproving of whatever the hell you've been trying to get him involved in since the night started. He turns back to face you, his eyebrows pulled together, face in a frustrated frown.
âSeriously, this shit again?â
You roll your eyes with a frustrated sigh, hand on his chest as you push against his body, creating some distance between both of you.
âCould you just do one fucking thing without bitching about it so much? Like, is that too hard or?â
You push one more time, both the tone of your voice and the choice of words a lot harsher than before. You keep your gaze on his eyes, confidently staring him down after your annoyed statement, not letting go of this whole thing, not now, not with knowing how close you were.
Frank stands tall in front of you, jaw tight, teeth grinding against each other, and his chest pushes out with the breath he's been holding in his lungs. His eye twitches slightly before he looks off to the side. The bridge of his nose scrunches up when he inhales quickly, nodding once he finally turns back to face you again.
âAlright.â
He slowly pulls the mask back on.
âYour fucking call, sweetheart.â
Before there's time to react, he grabs your arm and shoves you against the sink, turning your body around in one swift motion, bending you over the counter and wrapping his fingers around your upper thigh.
âYour fucking call.â
His words travel down your body and between your legs, the excitement of getting what you wanted, followed by the thrill of the entire situation. The warmth between your legs grows once Frank pulls your ass back, kicking your legs open with his foot. You glance up, focusing on his reflection in the mirror in front of you.
The man towers over you, his shoulders broad and heavy, his chest in the dark tank top, his arm flexing when he holds your lower back down against the wood. The mask, fuck, the mask exposing the tense muscles in his neck, the whole sight taking over your senses, your mind and body.
His heavy hand rubs over your back, up and down a couple of times, before he pushes his palm under the fabric of your dress. Bunching it up, he pulls it over your ass and you can't help but push it out some more in search of his touch.
There's a loud scoff, and you see him shaking his head in the mirror.
âYou know, you talk a lot of shit for how wet you are right now, sweetheart.â
He mocks you, pulling the black fabric up before pushing his fingers between your legs.
You whine out loud, closing your legs at the sudden touch but pull them apart again almost instantly.
âYeah, sâ what I thought. You got a big mouth for-â
âOh, shut up.â
You cut into his words and feel his fingers on the back of your neck. The grip tightens and he pulls you up, back into an upright position, your body now pressed against his chest. The reflection in the mirror makes your mouth part, but you bite into your lower lip, fighting back another moan. His figure looms over you, the mask ways up above your shoulder, his hand moving to the front of your neck. You feel yourself react to the sight in front of you, to the feeling of his fingers wrapping tighter around your neck, the warmth of his body so close behind you.
âWhat, you think I'm gonna say make me? Hmm?"
Pushing you back down on the counter, Frank steps closer to your body, his clearly hard cock pressing against your ass.
âNah, that's your part. I don't do that shit.â
Taking your chance, you perk your ass up some, brushing over the warm spot between his legs. Frank grunts, closing his eyes for a moment before reaching down, pushing his pants open and then down slightly, pulling himself out of the black boxers.
Unable to win with your body this time, you slip up, letting out a moan once his cock springs out from under the dark fabric, stretched out over the large bulge up until this point.
There's a low chuckle from under the Ghost Face mask.
âThat shit really gets you that bad?â
One of Frank's hands digs into your thigh, holding you close, the other wrapped tightly around his length.
You nod, making sure he catches the still confident expression on your face in the bathroom mirror.
âOh, you've got no idea.â
You tease again and Frank moves his hand up to your shoulder blades. Pushing your body down against the counter, he clears his throat.
âThink I got some.â
He lines himself up, getting a few pumps in over his length before spreading you open with his free hand. He pushes inside slower than you'd have liked, pausing after the tip the second he feels how truly ready you are.
âYou get off on these things, huh?â
He continues the questing, beginning to thrust into you, and you feel your body stretching to fit him in with every push. Your lips part as your mouth falls open before you bite into your lip, trying to muffle the sounds you're sure would otherwise fill the space of the small bathroom. You try to keep your head up, focusing on Frank's reflection. His body takes up most of your view. You focus on the mask, the low grunts coming from behind it, the feeling of his cock dragging inside of you, out of you and then pushing right back inside, and the feeling of him stretching you out that never goes away entirely.
âYou want it fucking scary? Hmm? That'll do it for you?â
He keeps up the teasing, quick to point out every single reaction your body presents him with, and you finally decide to bite back.
You reach behind your back, hand on the front of his hip, tapping your palm against his body to get his attention. Pausing his movements for a moment, Frank watches your face in the mirror, giving you space to talk.
âYeah, you got me.â
You grunt, cursing under your breath, once he decides to move his palm between your legs.
âYou got me but-â
âGotta speak up, sweetheart.â
He thinks he has you now.
âThe mask isn't scary, It's just hot. You should try harder to reeeally get me."
The feeling of his fingers rubbing over your clit disappears immediately after you finish the sentence. He starts up again from behind, and you feel yourself clench around his cock once he moves inside you. You hum loudly, and Frank wraps his big hands around the sides of your body. Panting loudly with his cock still inside you, he tries to focus on your words, knowing, and being almost completely sure, of what you were asking for.
âYou know what would help?â
You purr quietly, watching him in the mirror. Your confidence flows back to you once you notice him slightly stunted. The mask moves in the reflection, his eyes focus on your face from underneath the fabric, and you know he's now thinking about it too.
âYeeeaah, I know you have it, Frankie.â
His grip on you tightens with your words.
âYou don't leave the house without it. âJust in caseâ? Your words.â
It takes a moment, but after that moment he reaches behind his body without a word. There's hesitation and he pauses. The bathroom falls quiet and the only sound between your panting is the muffled noise of the party outside the bathroom door.
Slowly, Frank pulls out his black, military grade knife you've seen on him so many times before. The one he always insists on carrying with him, the one you knew he didn't leave at the house tonight.
âOhhh that's it, Frankie, look at that.â
You whisper in a condescending tone, bumping your odds of actually getting hurt up just a bit higher. He doesn't say a word, but the knuckles of his hand turning white with the strength of the grip speak volumes.
âThis what you fucking want?â
He asks, pushing his hand into your hair before tugging to pull your head up. He pushes the blade harder against your skin. The sting of the sharp edge gliding over the inside of your thigh makes you push your hips back again. Once you make sure his eyes focus on your reflection, you smirk, bigger than before, and bite into your lower lip with a quiet whine. With a grunt, Frank holds you down in place, not allowing you to move further back on him,
âYou're fucking sick, you know that?â
He points out, and you feel the win in your bones. Making yourself clench around him, you murmur quietly in the most innocent voice.
âOh yeah, but you like it, Frankie.â
He breaks. His cock twitches inside you and he shoves your chest into the bathroom counter. Thrusting inside you, he follows his every move with a grunt. You grip onto the edge of the sink, now letting the sweet sounds of pleasure slip past your lips with no restrictions. Your breath hitches, the pounding in your head rushes once Frank leans over your body. With his chest pressed against your back, he presses the knife back into the inside of your thigh. You instinctively spread your legs open a bit more as he mumbles something about the knife again. The edge of the blade nicks your skin with the next thrust and you groan at the feeling. Rolling your eyes back, you let your head fall forward, fully aware of the fact Frank just felt how good that felt for you.
âGod d-â
He starts in his raspy voice. His big hand holds your lower back in place once he pulls back, the drag of his cock slipping out of your body makes you curl your toes.
Lifting your head back up, you watch him in the mirror, seeing him kneel behind you quickly. You glance back at him confused, not sure of what to expect next.
You gasp, louder than youâve liked it, but you canât help it, itâs not your fault. Youâd be lying if you said you were expecting him to do his. Kneeling on one knee, Frank pulls you closer by your thighs before pulling the mask up and he presses his tongue flat against the cut. It stings and you jump forward but he pulls you back to him before dropping his right hand to his cock, the knife still in his other hand while he strokes over his length a couple of times.
âSo your cockâs fucking throbbing and Iâm the sick one?â
You throw the question into the air and itâs like a slap across his face. He pauses, immediately standing up to shove you back down against the wood.
âYou gonna act like you donât like it?â
He spits out, not even expecting an answer, as he lines himself up with your entrance again. Adjusting his grip for a moment, he pulls you back on him instead of thrusting forward, and you struggle to regain balance for a moment as he pushes deeper and deeper inside you.
Out of your control at this point, your thighs press against each other, squeezing him tighter than before. He bends in half, grunting what seems like louder than the actual music playing outside the bathroom. You part your lips ready to deliver another smart ass comment but the force of his hips pushing against your ass, his dick hitting that stop deep inside right under your stomach? It knocks the wind out of you and turns your words into one loud moan.
âFuck.â
You grunt, feeling your body dancing on the edge now. You prop yourself up, watching his body flex in the mirror as he fills you up, what feels like better than anyone has before.
You move on top of the counter, move with his body when he slips his hands between your bodies to finally push you over the edge. Making him drop the knife, you grab onto that hand and bring it up to cover your mouth with his big palm, muffling the sounds of your pleasured body as he works it even deeper inside you.
âJust needed it to hurt a bit, huh?â
Frank teases, pointing out how your body gives away how close you are now, how youâre unable to keep up the bratty demeanor anymore.
âThe knife got you this close?â
You whine quietly through his fingers when he holds your back against his chest. His voice turns slightly softer when he fully takes in the state of you.
With your body shaking, your chest moving faster than heâs ever seen it before, your eyes watering and your hands clinging onto his arm, you let him make the call.
âYou gonna come for me, sweetheart? Hmm?â
You grunt, frustrated with the slightly condescending tone, but still nodding your head quickly.
âAttagirl, you calmed down a bit?â
And another nod, his fingers roughing over your clit, his cock twitching deep inside you.
âYeah, thatâs it, câmon. Câmon you got it.â
He mumbles quietly, helping you lean over the counter one last time. His hands rest on your sides and as he pushes inside you again, you whine. Then again you cry out, pushing your legs together. He only manages half a thrust after pushing his fingers hard against your clit, rubbing over the most sensitive spot. You feel your body tensing up with both pain and pleasure as you reach back to hold onto his arm.
âAttagirl, you got it, thatâs itâ
Your nails dig into his skin while he works over you, letting your body squeeze around his cock once it finally hits you. The overwhelming pleasure floods your body, and you feel the heat from the top of your head down to the very tips of your toes. Winning out his name, you make it pretty obvious he managed it once again. With your muscles tense around him, Frank grunts loudly, pushing into you one more time before he follows with his own climax.
âFuuuuuuuck-â
He groans, his cock aching for release once he finally reaches it. He gives a few final thrusts when he fills you up before taking a step back to pull his cock out.
Taking a deep breath in, he reaches up, pulling the mask off of his face while watching you attempt to collect yourself.
You try to catch your breath, pushing yourself up before you feel Frank's hand on your arm. He helps you up, turning you around to have you face him now and you notice his loud breathing slowly beginning to mirror your own.
You lean forward and so does he, both of you taking a moment to calm down. Your forehead rests against his as you close your eyes and attempt to steady your breathing.
âShit.â
You glance down quickly, feeling his cum drip down the side of your leg. Frank's eyes follow, the mask tilts down when he watches the drop slide down over your skin. His hands move to your waist, and he helps you up onto the counter with a grunt. You sit right at the edge, getting comfortable and spreading your legs apart while he slowly gets on his knees right in front of you. You hold up the mask, resting it on top of his head, focusing on his face. You smile at the red hues in his skin.
âOh, Frankie, I almost forgot how pretty you look.â
You tease and he follows up with a scoff.
âYeah okay, c'mere.â
He pulls you forward, slightly closer to him, before helping you pull the dress up one more time. His warm breath fans your skin for a moment before he licks over his lips. They press against your skin now, right above the knee. Another kiss follows but higher up your leg and then once more. You push your legs apart more to make it easier for him.
âAttagirl.â
He mumbles against your skin, his hand rubbing over your calf softly while he works his lips over your skin for another moment.
âSee? You can be nice sometimes.â
He whispers, and you hum impatiently, pushing your fingers through his exposed hair before tugging at them slightly. He scoffs, and you feel the quick breath on your center.
The second his tongue brushes over your folds, you shut your eyes completely. Still sensitive from the previous orgasm, you let your body lead this time and your head falls back, resting against the mirror while Frank takes care of you.
You moan out his name, not even attempting to fight it back, and he picks up the pace. The warm and wet sensation quickly works you up more than you're actually willing to admit. Relaxing into the feeling, you push your legs open further and Frank chuckles against your body. Your core rumbles with the sound and your thighs quickly press together, closing around his head. He groans, tongue slipping inside you while the pressure around his face tightens. Tilting his head up, he nudges the tip of his nose against your clit and your hips buck forward, a motion accompanied by another loud moan of his name.
You cover your mouth, but only for a second, failing to keep the sounds in once he wraps his lips around your most sensitive spot. Sucking your clit into his mouth, Frank successfully pushes you into an impatient state where you know if he won't get you to finish soon, you'll do it without his help. Your back arches and you mumble his name in an attempt to get his attention.
âFrank.â
You start and your body twitches. Feeling another long stroke of his tongue.
âMhhh.â
He hums deep into you. Reaching for your legs, he throws them both over his shoulders and digs his fingers into your ass, quickly tugging you closer to him.
âFrank-â
Your breath hitches and you gasp quietly, whining his name out one more time. You feel yourself getting closer, the sounds of the party seem so distant now you almost forget where you are. Almost, because as you feel yourself getting close to your second climax, when his touch becomes so much more intense, when your legs tremble with the feeling, right at that very moment you realize. You never locked the door.
Hearing the sound of the doorknob turning, you press your foot against Frank's shoulder in a desperate attempt to push him away, but before you can do it, with his head still between your legs, Frank leans to the side quickly. With a loud grunt, he shoves the door closed with his shoulder without pulling away from you. He reaches up blindly, feeling the door for the lock, before you reach your hand over his head and finish for him.
He hums into your body, satisfied, and you feel yourself relaxing back into the feeling.
âShit, Frankie...â
You whisper, pushing your hips forward against his face slightly. Thereâs a low, raspy chuckle that leaves his chest and you close your eyes, titling your head back to rest it against the mirror while he works on the second round.
You come shortly after and with your body so severely overstimulated, the soft, warm sensation of his tongue works better than heâd expect. He makes sure to take a mental note of it as he looks up from between your legs, watching when the second wave finally pushes you over the edge.
You rest, leaning against the mirror as he stands up in front of you, hand rubbing over your legs gently, his eyes fixed on yours.
âYou okay?â
He asks. His soft, quiet question contrasts with whatever the hell the two of you just did in the small space of the bathroom. You lift your hand up, gesturing for him to stop talking and he chuckles quietly.
âFair.â
He mumbles before turning his attention to his reflection. You watch as he cleans himself up a bit, washing the wet shine off his face and drying himself with the hem of his shirt.
Reaching over to the other side of the counter, he leans down, grabbing his knife off the floor and putting it away before handing the plastic mask over to you.
âImagine if I didn't go out and pick this shit up.â
You snort, exhausted, enjoying how he literally managed to fuck the frustration out of himself.
âI donât wanna think about that.â
You whisper, and he scoffs loudly, looking down and shaking his head before glancing back up at you.
âYeah I bet.â
He helps you collect yourself, staying close by when you clean yourself up and straighten the fabric of your dress before handing you the previously abandoned underwear as you both get ready to leave the bathroom.
He offers you his hand, helping you off of the counter, and you lean on him while stepping down from it.
âCan you walk?â
He asks, and you look up at him, unimpressed with the not-so-subtle tease.
âShut up.â
You mumble, hoping and praying your legs wouldn't just give out on you and give him something else to tease you about.
âOh yeah, sorry.â
He grabs the mask and pulls it back on his face, then turns to you.
âCan you walk?â
He repeats the question, clearly enjoying this more than he should.
âYeah, yeah, laugh all you want. I saw how hard you got.â
âOkay, thatâs it. Out.â
He gestures to the door, pulling it open to let you out of the room. You hold onto his hand, letting him lead. You ditch your shoes and he carries them for you as you both make your way towards the front door, glancing back in the direction of the party before turning back to face each other again.
âYou wanna get the hell out of here?â
âYeah.â
You nod.
âWe gotta get all the use out of that mask before you toss it tomorrow.â
You point out, pulling the door open, and hear his laugh over your shoulder.
âYou donât think maybe youâve had enough now?â
His voice cuts through the night, and you turn around with a playful smirk, feeling the cold, crispy autumn air fill your lungs.
âNo, no, I donât think so. Besides...â
You slowly pull the mask onto your face staring him down.
âI donât think youâve had enough either.â
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Matching Costumes
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: Yoongi realizes he likes your costume idea more thank he thought he would.
Warnings: Yoongiâs dressed as a vampire(yes, I think that requires a warning), suggestive, joke
about biting, reader wears a dress(?) not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Itâs a little short, and a lil self-indulgent, but I hope youâll still like it!
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Truthfully, Yoongi wasnât really the biggest fan of Halloween, but he knew that you were, so
when he mentioned that the company was having their annual Halloween party and asked if you
wanted to go as his date, he knew perfectly well what he was getting himself into, but he
couldnât resist. He loved seeing the way your eyes lit up in excitement, immediately beginning to
brainstorm costume ideas for the two of you.
âWhat do you want to go as?â Youâd asked as you scrolled through ideas online.
âEh, whatever you want to pick is fine,â Heâd said easily. âI trust your judgment.â
âReally?â You quirked a brow at him.
âMmm, to an extent,â He clarified, grinning. âBut Iâm reserving the right to veto if you choose
something too weird.â
âSo, no gender swap Mario and Princess Peach?â You teased.
âDefinitely not.â
âDamn, back to square one then.â You pouted as you turned your attention back to your phone,
making him snicker.
In truth, youâd known what you wanted to get as soon as heâd asked you, but you wanted to
browse around a bit before you bought them, just to be sure. You knew it was a lil bit of a cop
out and cliche, but you couldnât resist the opportunity to tease Yoongi a bit, getting you matching
costumes in the theme of âDracula and his brideâ.
Itâd been a running joke between the two of you since before you had even started dating that
you thought he was secretly a vampire, due to things ranging from his primarily nocturnal work
schedule to his consistently cold hands.
Yoongi had rolled his eyes when you showed him the costumes, but hadnât said no, much to
your delight, so youâd quickly ordered the outfits and waited impatiently for the night of the party.
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âI donât have to actually wear the fake fangs, do I?â Yoongi asked as he finished buttoning his
dress shirt.
âNot unless you want to.â You called from the bathroom, where you were putting on the final
touches to your own look.
âI donât.â He replied, fidgeting with the long, black cape as it refused to hang right over his
shoulders.
It wasnât a bad look on him, he had to admit as he studied his black clad reflection, reminding
him faintly of the suit heâd worn for a photoshoot with one of his friends last year.
âYou know, we donât have to actually go to this thing, we could just go to din-?â His suggestion
died on his lips as he caught sight of you in the mirror as you entered the room, turning around
quickly to see you properly.
The main costume was just a long black dress, cinched in at the waist to emphasize your figure
before the skirts flowed down over your hips, your hair styled and pinned back so it showed off
your neck, including the carefully painted bite marks youâd placed just above you collarbone.
It wasnât the most elaborate costume, but it had still managed to make his mouth go dry as he
took you in, unable to tear his gaze away.
âYouâre staring.â Your voice snapped him back to attention.
âNo, I wasnât.â He denied instantly, despite the faint rosy hue that was creeping up his face. âI
was just admiring my partner.â
âMhm.â You nodded.
âI was!â
âIâm not arguing with you.â You laughed, raising a brow at him. âSheesh, youâre acting like this
the first time youâve seen me in a dress.â
âI have, just not like this.â He said, pulling you in by the waist.
âLike what?â You asked.
âMatching.â
âReally?â You looked up at him in amusement. âYou like this?â
âA little.â He admitted.
âShould I get us matching hoodies or sweatsuits too?â You grinned, making him scowl at you.
âDonât tease me, Iâm trying to have a moment here.â He complained, tightening his grip on you.
âAlright, Iâm sorry.â You chuckled, pushing up on your tiptoes to brush a lock of hair out of his
eyes, studying his face. âYou look really handsome, by the way.â
âYou havenât seen the whole costume.â He said.
âI wasnât talking about the costume.â You said, grinning as you lightly pecked his lips.
That did it. He quickly ducked his head, chasing your mouth with his, letting out a deep,
contented sigh as he caught you in another, longer kiss.
His lips moved slowly against yours at
first, before quickly growing more needy and trailing down, latching onto a spot just under your
jaw, eliciting a gasp from you when you felt his teeth scrape lightly over the skin.
âYoongi.â You whined, but not trying to pull away.
âWhat? Youâre the bride of Dracula, it only makes sense that youâd have a few bite marks.â He
chuckled, lightly sucking another spot before switching to the other side of your neck to make it
match.
âWeâre gonna be late.â You stammered, trying to keep focused, but he wasnât making it easy.
Reluctantly, he pulled back, making your eyes widen at the red that was smudged around his
mouth before reaching up to touch your neck.
âAgh, you smudged my makeup!â You realized, your brief alarm shifting to annoyance.
âLike I care.â He smirked, trying to lean back in, but you pulled back just out of his reach.
âNu-uh, weâve got a party to go to, Dracula, remember?â
âDo we have to though?â He asked. âI mean, we could just stay here and-â
âNope,â You stopped him. âI told the otherâs weâd be there, we have to at least make an
appearance.â
âWhat if I convince you to stay home?â He questioned lowly.
âAnd how do you plan to do that?â You asked, foolishly letting him catch you in another kiss.
You never made it to the party.
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drunken smiles & fishnet stockings
pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader
description: it's halloween and luke is hosting a party! luke and y/n know each other, but little do they know that this night would change something pivotal between the duo.
warnings: đ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sex talk, smut, protected p in v, alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff, an embarrassing amount of pet names. (i don't think thereâs anything else??).
word count: 5,8k-ish.
a/n: hey there friends! đ i wanted to publish this fic before publishing requested & other fics, i'm working on all of them so pls be patient! and this is my first fic which contains smut so there's a huge chance this sucks (i'm actually nervous to release this pls help me i'm scared lol) đŹ also, i have a lot of deadlines atm so pls bare with me, i am working on the requests whenever i can. thank you for supporting my blog, i adore you all so much đ¤ happy late halloween to everyone who celebrated đ
dividers by @silkholland.
"Y/N!", you heard your best friend yell from the other side of your studio apartment. You had been getting ready for nearly two hours, and to one oneâs surprise, you and your best friend were already late. Calum had been texting you for a while now, telling you two to hurry up.Â
"What?"
"We are so late! We need to get going! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing", your best friend sighed and now stood next to you. You were still fixing your hair in front of a full body mirror.
"Okay okay, stop fussing. Do I look okay?", you asked them and placed the curling iron on top of your drawer, shutting it off. You reached for the hairspray sitting on the drawer, and looked over at your friend who looked absolutely stunning.Â
"Yes, you look amazing Y/N. If I wasn't your friend I'd totally hook up with you", your friend cheered and nudged your shoulder gently.Â
"Gosh, thanks. I'd totally hook up with you too", you giggled and took a glimpse of their police costume. You ruffled your hair slightly and placed some hairspray on your locks to hold them in place.
You locked your hands with your friendâs, and got into the cab that was waiting outside.Â
You had been invited to your friend Luke's Halloween party. You had met him a few years prior through your mutual friend Calum, who was also his bandmate and one of his best friends. Calum and you had known for four years or so, and you considered him to be one of your closest friends. You considered yourself lucky to have a friend like him, since you could tell him anything and you knew he wouldnât judge you.
You looked through the cab window with the city lights passing by. You wondered whoâd be at the party. Luke must have sent invitations for hundreds of people, since he was a pretty popular guy. You found the guy and his shy-ish exterior rather charming, but only in a platonic way. Luke and you werenât extremely close, but you exchanged text messages every now and then.Â
You arrived at the party and looked at the sea of people, who were mingling with each other in their Halloween costumes. Lukeâs house was decorated in decorative spider web, pumpkins, and some skeleton figures. Purple lightning illuminated the whole house. You liked the decorations, it wasnât too much or too little.
You and your best friend decided to go and say hello to Calum and his group of people. Calum hugged you tightly and commented on how he hadnât seen you in ages. His girlfriend, Brandy, did the same. They were wearing a matching set of vampire costumes. You were happy for Calum, he had finally found a girl who loved him just the way he was.
You walked over to Ashton, Michael, Crystal and Luke. Ashton was dressed in a cowboy costume, which made you smile a bit since he practically dressed like one in real life. He brought you into a bear hug and you couldn't help but smile. Ashton always made you feel so welcomed. Michael and Crystal goofed around in their Anime costumes. You catched up with them and then finally noticed something familiar about Lukeâs costume. It was a Harry Potter costume.
No fucking way.
"Cool costume", Luke commented as he saw you eyeing his Gryffindor badge, and the lightning bolt on his forehead. His hair had grown out a bit, but it didn't look bad. Actually, it looked anything else than bad. That man could definitely pull off any hairstyle, you were sure of it.
"Thanks! You too. Suits you", you stated and straightened your own Gryffindor badge on your costume. Dressing as Ginny Weasley, or what you called it low-budget Ginny since you had no cape, was a decision you had made a few days ago. You were supposed to dress as a Pumpkin, but you managed to break the costume and didnât have the time to fix it. So the second best option was Ginny.
You sighed and looked around the room, thinking of grabbing a drink.
âOh my gosh! We need to take a picture of you twoâ, your best friend suddenly exclaimed and you giggled, nervousness plastered all across your face. You saw them giving you the look, and knew instantly what it meant. They believed in fate, what you on the other hand called nonsense. You were sure Luke and you dressing in similar costumes was some sort of sign of âfateâ to your best friend. Luke and you could never happen.Â
âReally?â, you giggled as you felt a knot in your stomach. Luke was sometimes difficult to read, and you werenât entirely sure if he would conform to the idea.
âYes!â, your best friend commented, and âtotallyâ and âabsolutelyâ from Michael, Crystal, Calum, Brandy and Ashton followed after. You and Luke both looked at each of them, then finally looked at each other. Your friends would never let it go, so youâd better just get it out of the way.
âOkayâ, you accepted your defeat. âYou okay with that?â, you confirmed Luke. âYeah, sure, why not?â, he took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle on the counter, giving you a small smile.Â
You, Luke and your best friend found a spot in Lukeâs house and you settled in with Luke against the white wall, as your best friend was holding their phone towards you two. Luke placed his other hand on your lower back, and you placed yours on his stomach.Â
âThis okay?â, you looked up to him and shuffled a little closer to the man. You saw him eyeing your legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings. His oceanic blue eyes met yours, and you did your best not to drown in them. You hadnât even chugged down one drink, and you were already a fool for some man. And worst of all, it was your friend. You blamed this growing lust for him on the Halloween spirit. Surely someone had once said that Halloween brings out feelings you donât usually feel.
âUh..yeah, sureâ, he cleared his throat and chuckled. âYou ready?â, he offered you a little smile.
âS-sureâ, you returned the smile and you both stared directly at the camera.
âAnd sayâŚ.cheese!â, your best friend cheered.
You took an awkward glimpse in Lukeâs direction and both of you bursted out laughing. The photos shown afterwards were pretty cute, you had to admit that. And Lukeâs hand on your lower back left you yearning for more of his touch.
Damn, you really needed a drink. And to forget Luke fucking Hemmings' hands.
ââŚ
After taking the picture of you and Luke, you had been mingling with people, eating, and drinking a few tequila sunrises. You had just settled into Lukeâs living room to play Spin the Bottle, the classic party game. The group playing consisted of you, your best friend, Luke, Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael and Crystal. To be honest you were zoned most of the time, since you found the game a bit ridiculous.
Then you heard your name as the bottle pointed towards you. In your alcohol-infused state, you picked a dare.
âI dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the roomâ, Ashton dared. You heard a few encouraging comments coming from your friends, and Brandy gave you a wide grin.Â
âAsh? Really?â, you squeaked, and gave him a deadly glare. âWell, didnât you pick a dare, pumpkin?â, he asked and chuckled. Suddenly the rush of confidence you had seemed to fade out, and you mentally cursed the drummer.
âOkayâ, you sighed, and looked across the room. The choice was obvious, but you didnât want to give it away. So you pretended to consider your options for a while.
You got up from the floor, and got on your knees in front of Luke. You caught him looking at you, and he looked away. But then you leant to kiss him, and he kissed you back. The tingling feeling of him kissing you back flustered you. You shouldnât like the feeling of his lips pressed against yours this much, but you did. His lips brushed over yours delicately, and your heart was pumping. It made no sense, but you loved every second of it. His beard stubble tickled you, but you didn't care. Not everyday you got the chance to kiss Luke fucking Hemmings, who was practically the hottest guy you had ever seen.
You backed away from the kiss first, then did Luke.Â
 âCoolâ, he let out a nervous chuckle and you did the same. CoolâŚreally? You didnât know if you should have been offended or relieved that the awkwardness of it was finally over.
âThat was hotâ, your best friend whispered into your ear as you went back to your place on the floor. âHeâs hotâ, you whispered back. The taste of pure tequila lingered on your lips.
âAnd Ashtonâs so hot tooâ, they whispered. âGo get him, Y/B/F/Nâ, you advised, and winked at them.
The game continued and the next rounds were spent by hearing how Ashtonâs favorite sex position was Basset Hound Doggy and Brandyâs biggest turn off in a relationship was controlling behavior. You also saw your best friend give a lap dance to the person who they fancied the most in the room, Ashton. They both seemed to enjoy it. Michael and Crystal had also shared a steamy make out session, to which you all cheered.
It was Lukeâs turn next.
âHmmmâŚokay. What is your biggest turn on?â Michael asked Luke and took a sip of his Corona, placing the bottle on the floor afterwards. Lukeâs answer interested you, you had to admit.Â
âOhhâŚgot many. But neck kisses are a big oneâ, Luke slyly answered and gulped down his tequila. âOhhh, thatâs a good oneâ, Ashton agreed and you saw him looking in your best friendâs direction. You rolled your eyes slightly, and giggled to yourself. They would totally share the bed tonight.Â
Luke spun the bottle, which landed on Calum. He chose the truth. Luke didnât come up with anything, so your best friend chose the question instead.Â
âWhich two people in this group should hook up?â, your best friend asked Calum.
Oh my god, were they serious? You totally knew where they were getting at. But hopefully Calum didnât understand that, or anyone else for that matter. You were safe, Calum would definitely pick Michael and Crystal. Or Ashton and your best friend.Â
âWell, the obvious choice would be Brandy and me. Or Michael and Crystal, butâŚI feel I want to stir the pot, I guess.. So⌠I think Luke and Y/N⌠I mean we saw the kiss Luke and Y/N had earlierâ, Calum smirked devilishly at Luke, and then at you. The group around you chuckled, and seemed to agree with Calum as they were nodding their heads. But not you nor Luke.Â
âOkayyyy, so maybe Cal should stop drinking for tonightâ, you chuckled, and Calum gave you a humorous smile, which screamed a polite fuck you, in return. You saw Luke looking down at his drink on the floor with a drunken smile on his face. He fiddled with his rings on his left hand. He looked up and directly at you, boring his eyes into yours for a milli-second. You wondered what was going through his head, since yours was filled with so many questions.Â
Why didnât he say anything? Why was he so quiet? Did he find your kiss icky? Did he find you⌠repulsive? Why was he acting so strange?Â
ââŚ
The party was over and people had left Lukeâs apartment, which was now littered with red cups, beer bottles and pizza boxes. You had been settling into a spare bedroom in Lukeâs house. Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael, Crystal and your best friend were staying over as well.Â
You drank water alone in Lukeâs kitchen, since everyone had already gone to sleep. The now quiet atmosphere made you feel at peace, and you smiled to yourself.
You enjoyed the brief moment of silence until a head of blonde messy curls appeared from the doorway.
Luke walked into the kitchen and gave you a tired little smile. He opened the refrigerator door and took a large water bottle, pouring it into a glass he retrieved from the cabinet. He placed the bottle back to the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door as you were still drinking your own water.
You noticed how he had gotten rid of the jacket and the tie, leaving him with a slightly unbuttoned white collar shirt and dark gray pants. He had also wiped the lightning bolt off his forehead.
Standing here with Luke, in this terrifyingly awkward yet weirdly comforting silence, made you question your lust towards the man. Maybe it was just the alcohol running through your veins. That might just be the only logical explanation.
âLet me guess, you donât want to get a hangover?â, you chose to break the silence.
âHell noâ, he sipped water, âdid you have fun tonight?â. The blonde locked his eyes with yours and you looked away, your eyes now fixating on your ring-covered fingers.
You cleared your throat, and answered, âYep, had a blast. And you?â.Â
âYeahâ, he smiled and you went closer to him, as you were about to place the cup in the sink. Your hands brushed against his as he was just about to do the same. You both placed your cups in the sink, and your eyes met his. You both stood in your places quietly, and for some weird reason, you couldn't help but look at his parted lips. And you noticed him doing the same, then his eyes studying yours.
Your heart started to race a million miles an hour. You werenât nervous around the people you fancied, but Luke was a different story. He was the epitome of gorgeous, so you couldnât really blame yourself, could you?
He turned his body towards yours, and you took a step closer to him. You didnât know what you were doing. Hell, you didnât know what he was doing either.
Luke let out a low chuckle and you couldnât help but bite your lower lip.Â
Yes, even a fool could tell you wanted to kiss him. But you werenât sure if you should. And you werenât sure if the man in front of you noticed that too.Â
Thankfully Luke had noticed your indecisiveness as he leant in for a kiss. You had imagined this after the kiss during the game, but now that it was actually happening, you couldnât believe it. This was rougher than the last time. More passionate. More demanding. He moved even closer to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. You felt his cold rings against your bare skin, but it didnât matter. Not when he touched you like this, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks and his tongue battling for dominance over yours.
He backed away from you, licking his lips.
âFuck⌠I shouldnât have done that, Iâm sorryâ, he apologized and rested his body against the kitchen counter.
âWhat do you mean?â, you frowned your eyebrows. Was he being serious right now?
âItâd mess things upâŚif we go further. Shit, this on its own could make everything awkward...â
âWhat ifâŚwhat if we just donât think about the consequences? You want me, and I obviously want youâ, you suggested. You didnât want to think, not now. You didnât want your growing lust for Luke to go to waste. It would be a shame if it did.
âAre you..sure?â, he scratched the back of his head.
âYesâ
âOkayâ, he let out a low chuckle and took a step closer to you, studying your lips in the meantime.Â
âLuke?â, you looked into his eyes as you spoke.
âYeah?â, he bored his blue eyes into yours, and placed his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to him.
âJust fuckinâ kiss me alreadyâ
âThought youâd never askâ, he whispered, his voice perfectly husky and seducing. His plump lips found their place on yours and you swore you had never kissed someone like him before. His lips moved swiftly, hungrily against yours.
You tugged his shirt, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible.Â
âLuke?â, you asked, out of breath.
âYeah?â, he wiped his mouth with his hand, and you couldnât help but stare at the manâs mouth. The mouth that you wanted to do incredible things to you.
âWhat are we doing?â.
âWhat do you want to do princess?â, his voice was heavy, and hoarse. And so god-damn sexy. He moved a few stray hairs out of your face.
âFuckâŚâ, you cursed.
â...me?â, Luke smirked.
You were totally gone off the rails, so whipped for him, there was no going back now.
âActually, yeahâ, you decided to toss logic aside, and once again, Luke placed his lips hungrily on yours. You kissed him back passionately and he grabbed your ass under your skirt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and felt the need to do such things to Luke you could never say out loud.Â
âJumpâ, he groaned between the rough yet lustful kisses and you jumped into his lap. He grabbed you by your outer thighs and placed you on the counter. He left wet kisses on your neck, leaving you wondering why you hadnât done this sooner with him. Maybe it was the fact you had known this man for years, and he had never shown you any sign of interest. But it didnât matter now, he clearly wanted you.
âIs this okay?â, he reassured you.
âYouâre perfectâ, you sighed and stared at the beautiful man in front of you. Yes, you had always thought Luke was hot, but this was something else. You loved how soft and assertive he was at the same time. This was dangerous, anyone could see you two. But you liked it this way. You didnât want to think, you just wanted him. You craved him. You needed him.
His lips found their way back to yours and you bit his lower lip by accident. You felt Luke giggling against your lips, and you couldnât help but do the same.Â
âCan I take this off?â, he asked between the kisses as he was holding the fabric on your shirt. âPleaseâ. And he does, leaving your chest area covered by your black bra. You started to unbutton his shirt and when you were done, he threw the white collar shirt on the floor next to yours.Â
Luke traveled kisses from the side of your face to your neck, then to your chest. âFuck, youâre so hotâ, he remarked and you chuckled slightly as a response. Luke kissed you, and you kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You made out for a while until he decided to move the strap of your bra over your shoulder. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder, and you didnât understand how he did it all this, being this fucking good at everything, but you enjoyed the show.Â
âNeed to get my fishnets offâ, you whimpered under his touch.Â
He ripped open your fishnets using his hands, and you swore to yourself you hadnât seen anything as hot as that. You lifted your body using your hands on the counter so he could take the remains of the stockings off. And when he was done, he nibbled your ear and his heavy breathing made you squirm.Â
âFinger me?â, you asked as his lustful ocean eyes stared into yours. âItâd be my pleasureâ, he smirked, pushing your lingerie to the side and pushing two fingers into you with the perfect amount of pressure.
âFuck, you are so wetâŚso good, Y/Nâ, he remarked huskily and moved his fingers inside you in swift motion. You widened your legs so heâd get a better entrance. âMmmmhâ, you whimpered, your head tilted back and eyes closed. Luke trailed down kisses from your neck to your chest. You opened your eyes and his lips crashed into yours.Â
âNeed you to fuck me, Lukeâ, you whispered into his mouth. âBelieve me, I will. Just wanna make you cum firstâ, he whispered and kissed you. And in under a minute, you were a whimpering mess under his touch, him giving you a smug look. You swore you just saw the stars, no one had ever known your body like him. And it didnât make any sense, this was the first time being with him. But it didnât have to make sense, you were now with him and god, he made you feel incredibly good.Â
His fingers left your entrance and his lustful dark eyes met yours again. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, still holding the eye contact.
âBaby, you taste so good... Fuckinâ incredibleâ, he mumbled.
âFuckâŚâ, you whimpered as you were still coming off your high and watching Luke taste you did not help to urge to feel him inside of you. Neither did the fact that you noticed his boner through his dark dress pants. What was this man doing to you?
âWanna go to my bedroom?â, he suggested, and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, giving you a small lingering kiss on your collarbone.
âThought youâd never askâ.
You both grabbed your clothes from the floor and you went upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, Luke couldnât resist but pin you against the wall, kissing your face like he had never kissed before. You grabbed his erected dick under his dress pants and stroked it slightly above the material, making Luke whimper. âY/NâŚâ, he started yet couldnât finish the sentence.
âMmmh? Tell me?â, you asked as you started to unbuckle his belt.
âMmmmh, donât tease me, Y/Nâ
âThatâs bold of you since you started it...â, you pointed out.
âMmmhhhâŚfuck, thatâs true. Letâs go before I fuck you against this wall and everyone will hear itâ, he gave you a quick peck on your lips, leaving you wanting for more. You didn't know Luke could be this smug, but it definitely turned you on.
Luke led you to his bedroom. You placed yourself on his California King, and looked around. You had never been in Lukeâs bedroom. A few paintings hung on the dark -painted walls, a vintage record player rested on the dressing table and the TV across the bed covered most of the wall space.
Luke retrieved a condom from his wallet, which was resting on his night-stand and pulled down both his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened dick. In the meanwhile you got rid of your skirt, and underwear. He placed the condom on and you couldn't help but admire the sight in front of you. Luke tossed both his pants and boxers off to the floor. He placed his body on top of you, kissing you and making the kiss deeper as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues danced together and your anticipation for the following grew, even though you had gone through your high already. But maybe, just maybe, he could make you come twice. His lips parted from yours, and he looked into your eyes, his fingers traveling along your lips.
âYouâre so damn beautifulâ.Â
âYouâre fuckinâ beautiful tooâ, you answered, your need for him growing.
âYou ready?â. You nodded and he slipped into you slowly as you kissed his neck. You detached your lips from his neck and tugged his hair, your hands exploring the softness of his curls. A few moans escaped from both of your mouths. How could he make moaning sound so damn good?Â
âPlease keep on goingâ.
"Was planning on doing so, princess".
He thrusted into you, and your walls clenched against him. You saw him biting his lip, his eyes wide open, clearly enjoying the view of you. âFuck, you are perfect. So tight around me.... So goodâ, he praised.
This would probably never happen again, so you decided to make the most of it.
You met his lips in a kiss and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his own meeting with yours. His thrusts became quicker and you both moaned of pleasure. Your hands had moved to his upper back, your nails scratching the warm skin.
And when you both came undone, you cleaned yourselves up and laid in his bed. You both stared at the bedroom ceiling. Luke had asked you to stay, which had surprised you.Â
âI held myself back when you kissed me in the gameâ, the blonde confessed. You looked at Luke, whose left arm was leaning against the back of his head. Only now you noticed his bird tattoo on his bicep. You couldnât see it properly in the dim lightning, but you were guessing it was a hummingbird. To be honest, there probably were a lot of things you didnât know about him.
âDid you?â, you asked in a rather suggestive voice, and turned your body towards him under the covers.
âWell, yeah, have you seen yourself? Fuckinâ beautiful. I wanted to rip those fishnets off you the moment I saw you in themâ, he chuckled and his eyes met yours.
You couldnât help but feel flustered. Luke Hemmings, of all the people in the world, thought you wereâŚbeautiful?
âIn that case, Iâm happy I decided to wear themâ, you giggled.
âI can buy you a new pair of fishnetsâ, he offered.
âYou really donât need to do thatâ.
âIf that gives me an excuse to see you, then Iâd like toâ, you saw an endearing smile appear on his face.
âWhat if you break them too?â, you chuckled, not that you wouldnât mind him doing that.
âThen Iâd have another excuse to see you againâ, he reasoned, and shuffled closer to you. You didnât know if it was still the alcohol clouding your judgement, but you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you wanted to.Â
âSeems like you want it to be a patternâ, you suggested.
âWell, if it makes you scream like earlierâŚâ, he smirked and took you in his arms, your face squished against his warm and toned chest. âLuke!â, you screamed into his chest.
âHush hush now, everyone is asleepâ, he kissed the top of your head, and chuckled.
âSorryâ, you giggled and wrapped your hand around his waist, snuggling closer to him. Your face rested against his chest, and he stroked your hair gently.
"Good night beautiful", he reached for your lips and planted a small kiss on them, then turning off the bedside lamp. "Good night, Luke".
ââŚ
âQuit starinâ at me princessâ, Luke spoke with his eyes closed as you lied with him in his enormous California King bed.Â
âI canât, youâre way too prettyâ, you played with his curls, both of your naked bodies under the same duvet.
You had been awake for a while now, mainly going over the memories of last night. Lukeâs lips pressed against yours, his hands grabbing the sides of your body, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he was inside of you. You had contemplated leaving Lukeâs house, but you didnât want to do it to Luke. And the change in Lukeâs behavior towards you made you question his motives. He even let you sleep in his bed, and didnât want you to leave to your room. Did he actually like your company? Or was he just lonely?
You removed your hand from his set of curls, and wondered what it must be like to be that beautiful. It was unfair how good-looking he was.
âTalk to me about pretty, huh?â, he opened up his eyes and scanned your face. âHushâ, you gave him a deadly glare and he grinned back at you.
âTell me when did you get so freaking hot?â, you asked him.
âHavenât I always been?â, he winked and readjusted the pillows on the bed, his face and body now towards yours.Â
âYeah, but I meanâŚlike this hot. Ridiculously hot. So hot I want to jump into your lapâ
âNow youâre just makinâ a fool out of meâ
âAm not! I promiseâ, you exclaimed. âI swear when I saw you last night, something happened inside of me. This lust, I guessâŚI donât know what the hell it wasâ
âWell, thank you. Good to hear I donât look like an absolute knobheadâ, he rolled his eyes, and letting out a chuckle.
âAnd heâs funny tooâ, you giggled.
âCâmereâ, he motioned you into his embrace and you laid there for a moment in silence, taking in the moment. This silence felt comfortable in some odd way. His fingers brushed gently against yours, moving to cup your face, his mouth telling you compliments you never expected to come from his mouth. Youâre gorgeous. Your eyes are pretty as hell. I like cuddling you. You smiled back at him, not really knowing what to answer.
âSo this wasnât a one time thing?â, you decided to break the newly founded silence.
âNope. If thatâs okay with you?â, Luke searched for your approval from your softened eyes, and you gave him that. âMore than okayâ, you smiled. You looked for something in his eyes. Maybe a hidden truth. You were his friend, but you didnât know him truly. You did not really have an idea who he was deep in his core. But your instinct told you to find out.
"Good. Did you actually like my Halloween costume or were you just being polite?", Luke hummed, and placed his head into the crook of your neck.
"I thought you looked hot. And so dreamy... So yes Luke, I liked it", you beamed, and pecked his lips. "A lot", you added and caressed his pretty curly hair.
"You were a pretty dreamy Ginny yourself", he placed his mouth on your neck, sucking on the skin slightly, then placing a few sloppy kisses on your jawline. His breath started to become noticeably heavier, and you giggled, "Luke Hemmings, you are one hell of a guy".
After a while of lounging around with Luke, you both decided to do your morning rituals and throw some clothes on. Yeah, you might have hooked up with him again, only in the shower this time, and you felt as if you couldn't keep your hands off the blonde.
You and Luke had decided to go downstairs and cook something for breakfast, and now you waited for him to come out of the bathroom. Luke opened up the bathroom door attached to his bedroom, and you studied his features.
You couldnât help but smile as he was humming some song you had never even heard of. He had a habit of doing that, making you smile. Or at least that was what he had been doing the past hours. And last night, obviously. He was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, which made you drool over him, and a black AC/DC t-shirt. He had also offered you an oversized band t-shirt to wear since your own shirt was a bit uncomfortable to wear. So now you were standing in front of Luke, wearing his oversized t-shirt and barely visible black skirt. You would have never guessed that something like this could actually happen.
âReady?â, he asked, and you nodded. You were waiting for him to open the door, until he decided to turn around and he grabbed your face into his hands. He pressed a delicate and endearing kiss on your lips.
âActually, now weâre readyâ, he chuckled and finally opened the door. âYou dorkâ, you giggled, the taste of his toothpaste lingering on your lips.
âNo one should be up, itâs barely 9amâ, Luke commented as you were walking down the stairs. âYeah, thereâs not a chance anyoneâs up yetâ, you agreed with him and you both walked into the kitchen, only to discover every single person that had stayed at Luke's sitting by the kitchen table.Â
âGood morning, Luke and Y/Nâ, Crystal greeted you two, to which both you and Luke responded.
Luke offered you a glass of water with a side of lemon and ice, after he had convinced you of how the drink makes a great hangover cure. You and Luke found yourself seats by the kitchen table, next to each other since they were the only ones not taken.
"Luke? Y/N?" Ashton opened his mouth.
âWe fuckinâ heard you last nightâ, Ashton remarked as both you and Luke were caught up in your own worlds. And then you made sense of what Ashton had just said.
...Oh my god, had they really heard allâŚthat?Â
Your best friend was sitting next to Ashton, and they were giggling with Ashtonâs arm resting behind their chair.
You hadnât talked this through with Luke. Shit, shit, shit. You hadnât really even thought about if anyone had heard you last night.
âOh you are speechless now, is that it?â Ashton giggled, making your friend, Michael, Crystal, Calum and Brandy laugh too.
âWe really hope you Luke cleaned up the kitchen afterwardsâ, Crystal commented. âJust sayingâ, she added and gave a quick peck to Michael. Michael chuckled, and took turns looking at you, and then Luke.
âI did, donât you worry about it Crysâ, Luke scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling awkward as hell. You cleared your throat, wishing to be anywhere else than being questioned about your little rendezvous with Luke last night.
âAnd you used a condom?â Ashton asked, making Luke groan. âOf course, you fuckinâ moronâ.
âOkaaaay, should we change the subject? Us having sex isnât the most exciting topicâ, you chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Even the handsome blonde beside you.
âIt definitely did sound exciting last nightâŚAll the screams and objects fallinâ to the floor, all Y/Nâs whimpers and Lukeâs -â, Ashton remarked, but was soon interrupted by an annoyed Luke.
âOkay okay, we get it. We were a bit loud. But letâs move on, pleaseâ, Luke groaned.Â
"I want to hear more details though... Were the kitchen and Luke's bedroom the only places you had sex in?", your best friend took apart in the conversation, grinning from ear to ear. Y/B/F/N had to be kidding. And were the walls of Luke's house made of paper?
"Yes", you answered in turn, trying to sound as convincing as you could. They didn't need to know about the shower session an hour ago.
âIt was no wonder you ended up sleeping together, I mean you were drooling over each other the whole nightâ, Michael continued, and chuckled.
âYouâve got to be fuckinâ kidding me right nowâ, Luke cursed, obviously wanting the conversation topic to change sooner than later.
âCalm down, Hemmingsâ, Calum chuckled, earning a side eye from you and a deadly glare from Luke. âOkay, okay, I wonât say anythinâ next timeâ, Calum put his hands up in defense and grinned awkwardly.Â
You looked at Luke only to discover him looking at you, a small smile creeping upon his pretty pink lips. Next time.
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pairing ⸠luffy x fem!reader
details â¸Â tags: modern au! humor & spice! gratuitous use of the f-bomb // cw: no smut, but a little suggestive; drinking. everyone's at least 20 & this doesn't take place in america; reader wears a dress & is called a girl at one point // wc: 2k
a/n â¸Â happy halloween! đ muahahaha
âWe are gonna get fucked up tonight,â Nami sings into your ear with a sharp giggle. Sheâs sitting on your lap, turned towards you with a long bottle in her dainty, manicured hand. Fishnets run up her thighs, up, up, up into her short black miniskirt, and the fabric rides up farther as she wiggles in your lap.Â
âOr just fucked,â you mutter, side-eyeing your friend. You know for a fact that Nami has goals she plans to achieve by the end of the night, and they probably have something to do with a pretty girl whose name starts with âVâ and ends with âiviâ.Â
Itâs Halloweekend, a Friday night, and youâre pregaming in the shoddy little apartment you share with Nami and Usopp. Namiâs dressed to kill as an alluring vampire vixen, and Usoppâs fiddling with the zipper of his Party City superhero costume. Knowing your friends, you expect for a little mayhem to occur tonight. Especially considering the party youâll be attending: hosted by none other than the ASL brothers.Â
If thereâs one things you can trust the ASL brothers to do, itâs to wreak havoc on society. If thereâs a second thing you can trust the ASL brothers to do, itâs to throw a decent party.Â
Nami swats your thigh at your remark and thrusts the bottle into your hands. âDrink more,â she orders. âYouâre not nearly drunk enough.â You fumble for your Hello Kitty shot glass and pour liquor into your glass.
âJust drink from the bottle,â Nami chides, fingers curling around the hem of your dress. You take this in stride; sink into the spotty old couch Usopp salvaged from a flea market with a sigh. Namiâs a flirty drinker: you know this. Get a couple drinks in her and sheâll get touchy and bossyâor, bossier than she already is. The girl cocks her chin up at you in challenge. âDonât be a pussy.â Sheâll also get mouthy.
You reject her protests with a minute shake of your head. âNo way.â Usopp trots over from across the room with a matching Hello Kitty glass, and you tip the bottleneck until vodka pours out, to Namiâs displeasure. âIâm not a fucking heathen.âÂ
âCheers to that,â Usopp says, then clinks his glass with yoursâHello Kitty to Hello Kitty. He throws his drink back and immediately starts coughing.Â
You smile at your friendâs pathetic demonstration, raise your glass, and toss the drink to the back of your throat. It goes down a little smoother than your first had, but still lights a fire in your chest, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.Â
A loud knock has your head swiveling to the front door. âThe calvary is here!â Someone from the other side shouts.Â
You say Usoppâs name, and he rolls his eyes.
âYeah, yeah,â he says and shuffles toward the door, probably resenting the day he signed a six-month lease with two bossy girls. He quickly unlocks the door, swinging it wide open. A boy springs through the entrance with a loud whoop, arms in the air. Behind him struts the moss-headed Zoro, who heads straight for the kitchen, determined to find the booze and drink you out of house and home, youâre sure. Hovering by the entrance lingers Sanji, who towers over Usopp.
âAre you seriously dressed as Batman?â You hear him ask.
Usoppâs pitch raises unnaturally as he defends himself. âThe ladies love Batman!â
Sanji snorts. âWhat do you know about ladies?â He asks, stepping around the Walmart Superhero. Suddenly, he halts, gaze locking on you and Nami like a fucking aim-bot.Â
âNami-Swaaaaaaan!~â He croons.
Nami grabs the bottle from your hands and takes a giant swig.Â
âAnd you must be an angel,â the blond appears at your side, sighing dreamily. A crown rests atop his head; his hair shines like spun gold. Blegh.
âA fairy, actually.â You reply, jab your thumb at the iridescent wings strapped to your back.Â
He nods reverently. âAh, but of course. Youâre made of faith and trust, magic and whimsy, my ethereal little pixie.âÂ
You blink once, twice. Wonder if this loon pregamed the pregame, or if heâs just naturally this ridiculous. Nami takes another shot of vodka, and Sanjiâs eyes track the curve of Namiâs neck as she gulps and sighs.
Damn it all to hell. You debate stealing the bottle and drinking from it like a heathen. Nami was right. You are most certainly not drunk enough for this.Â
Nami and Usoppâs friends are⌠Well. Theyâre something, alright. You met the duo in college and fell in love with their snarky energy, but their non-college friends? You pan your head from Sanji and Zoro, who are halfway to beating each otherâs faces in in the middle of your kitchen, to their springy friend Luffy, whoâs quite literally bouncing off the walls. Yeah⌠You try to avoid them when you can.
But. Tonightâs Halloween. The one day youâre legally required to make bad decisions.Â
So, more alcohol. You tug the bottle from Namiâs death-grip and take a healthy swig. âWhat happened to ânot being a fucking heathen?ââ She quotes, mirth bubbling in her voice.Â
You open your mouth to say something unbelievable witty and dry, but are interrupted. âWhoâs fucking heathens?â Someone behind you asks. Both you and Nami turn to face Luffy, whoâs leaning over the back of your couch, upside down.Â
âNami,â you deadpan, at the same time she intones your name.Â
Luffy laughs, boyish, but also⌠Not. His hairâs pulled towards the ground, black curls pulled back to reveal thin brows and half-lidded eyes, and the expression is a little⌠Sexy. Somehow. Impossibly. Kinda lazy-like, with a shit-eating grin, and itâs...Â
You clear your throat, feeling a bit warm.Â
âShouldnât you be with your brothers? Yâknow. Hosting a party right now?â You ask. Luffy chortles. In your peripherals you can see Nami considering you, undoubtedly smelling blood in the water.Â
âNah. Ace nâSabo threw me out ta stop me from eating all the snacks,â he says. His words arenât quite slurred, but come out as a drawl, low and intoxicating. You have no idea how this man did a complete 180 in the span of 30 seconds. Itâs giving you serious whiplash.
The front door opens once more, and Nami lets out a little squeak. Ah, thatâs probably Vivi and co. Hmm. Dimmed lights, a sultry voice warbling over the speakers, intermingling with the occasional drunken shout⌠This is turning out to be a successful pregame.Â
Nami jumps off your lap, stealing the bottle from your hands one last time. Her limbs tremble before she inhales deeply, steeling her nerves.
âHave fun,â you say, shooting her a look.Â
âOh, bite me,â the vampire snaps, then stalks off to go flirt with Vivi. You silently wish her luck (the amount of times youâve had to listen to her hopelessly pine is staggering) and turn back to face Luffy again, a twinge of uncertainty in your gut.
Heâs dressed like a football player, you realize. Itâs a good look on him. His jersey is neon yellow and trimmed in green, but the colorâs not as obtrusive as it might be in brighter lighting. And it shows off his lean figure, which is. Nice.
Appreciative as you are of his frame, youâre thinking up exit strategies by the minute. This is uncharted territory. You can count the number of times youâve had a one-on-one conversation with the man on a single hand, and, donât really feel like stumbling your way through small talk.
âYouâre glowing,â Luffy notes. âSâpretty.â
Never mind. This is cool.
âThanks,â you say, sheepish. âItâs the body shimmer. Iâm a fairy.â
âA pretty one.â
Ah, fuck.Â
You donât really feel the alcohol all that much, but thereâs a pleasant buzz floating through your body, and itâs making you a little more⌠susceptible. To simple compliments like that. It has your heart stuttering, but in a good way. You want him to say it again.
âWhat, that youâre pretty? âCause you are.â He nods. âSo pretty,â he concludes; dark eyes sweeping over your frame.Â
Did you say that aloud?Â
You blink. Rack your brain for something coy to say. âYouâre, um. Yeah. Youâre pretty, too.â
Fuck.
Luffy laughs at that, and youâre grateful, because you are totally off your game tonight. But he doesnât seem to mind, just leans in closer, still upside down, and it gives you an open view of the column of his throat. Golden brown skin, taut and firm until he swallows. You tense and back up a little to see his whole face.
Heâs close, incredibly close. You can smell the Corona on his breath as he exhales. And you donât really kiss random people at hangouts after only like, two compliments, but your brain is starting to consider him the exception.Â
You pull in your bottom lip reflexively, and his eyes dip to your mouth, tracking the motion. His pupils dilate. He looks, he looks hungry.
Fuck fuck fuckâ
The door opens again and more people trickle into the apartment, pulling you out of whatever weird ass trance you were in, and you curse. Is this a pregame or a party of its own? The fuck.Â
You lean back, hands seeking purchase on the couch cushion to support you, but maybe youâre a little more drunk than you think you are, because you completely overshoot it, body tipping toward the floor. Your head spins as you realize in real-time that youâre about to eat shit, squeezing your eyes shut before impact.
Somehow, quick hands race up your body and flip you so that instead of falling on your back, youâre braced on top of something, cushioning your fall. Your eyes open. Luffy grins from beneath you.
Youâre straddling him, you realize. Make to get off him, but his hands tighten on your waist and then loosen. A suggestion.Â
You stay.Â
Everyoneâs eyes are on you, searing into your skin, but theyâre nothing compared to the hot hands sliding down, palming your thighs. You donât know whether to be mortified or grateful that you chose such a short dress. Luffy hums appreciatively.
Grateful it is.
Time to do some damage control.
âMind your own business,â you hiss, looking up at the room. Everyone returns to their previous occupations, albeit reluctantly, sneaking glances out of the corner of their eyes.
You turn your gaze back to the man underneath you. âHow the hell did you do that?â You accuse. It should be humanly impossible for someone to perform such complicated maneuversâwhile inebriated, mind you!
He just shrugs. âDidnât wanna hurt your fairy wings, did ya?â
That is. Ridiculously sweet.Â
âFuck,â you say. It just slips out.Â
Luffyâs eyes sharpen. âYeah?â
âWhat?â Your breath hitches. God, you sound wrecked.Â
Luffy waits a beat. Runs calloused hands up and down your thighs, and you just barely contain yourself from shuddering in his grasp. But it may be for naught, because youâre melting like putty in his hands.Â
He yawns, then licks his lips. âWanna make out?â He asks abruptly.Â
Itâs at this moment that you wonder exactly how you wound up here. What choices did you make in your life to end up like this? Splayed out on your apartment floor, surrounded by tipsy acquaintances, straddling the most bizarre man youâve ever had the misfortune to come across? Fucking Halloween, man. This might just be the most humiliating thing youâve ever experienced.Â
...
You say yes.
In the end, you donât end up making it to that party.Â
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The More You Give ⧠(Part VIII)
Pairing |Â Eddie x shy!reader
Warnings |Â 18+ only. Do not interact if you are underage. Roleplay (PrincessxWannabe Usurper lmao), sexual fantasies (including rockstarxgroupie), Eddie says some weird possessive stuff but reader likes it, oral (M receiving), P in V sex, dom!Eddie, sexual guilt as per, thereâs aftercare.
Word Count |Â 10,400
A/N |Â Nobody ask me about the timeline of this story, either in the fic or how long it takes me to write it.
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The air is stuffy, despite the growing chill outside. The last days of Summer are at least a week gone now, and with Autumn comes heated stores. An ABBA song is playing on the main floor, filtering through enough for you to make out the tune. Itâs the sort of thing your Mom plays in the car all the time, your mind following the words even though you canât quite hear them over the buzzing ceiling lights.Â
I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers-Â
The curtains pull back, the sound of metal over metal dragging you to full attention. Mayâs eyes are bright with excitement as she twirls, showing off how the strapless black dress fits around her waist and flares out at her hips.Â
âItâs perfect, right?â She says, smoothing it down only to twirl and puff the skirt up again. âOoh, let me see with the jacket.âÂ
You search through the bag at your feet for the cropped jacket sheâd found earlier, then watch as she pulls it over her shoulders. She fluffs her hair and poses in the mirror at the end of the changing room hallway. âI mean it actually is perfect, right?â
âFor sure, you can totally see who you are already.âÂ
âRight? And then I can just backcomb my hair a little. My Momâs gonna lend me her scarf. God knows what earrings Iâll wear, but I can work it out. Definitely canât get anything new after this,â she finishes, turning her head and pulling at the tag on her back to double check the price. She pulls a face before tucking it away gingerly.
âThat bad?âÂ
âThat bad. Even with 30% off.â May smooths her hands over the skirt again, turning once more to the mirror. Her smile lights up her pretty face. âBut totally worth it.âÂ
Once the dress is folded and wrapped in tissue paper by the woman at the counter, paid for with what seems like every spare penny in Mayâs purse, attention moves to your costume. âOkay, Fairy God Mother,â May says, linking her arm with yours. âGame plan. Where do we need to go?â
âI think just the costume store. I have a blue dress I can use. But Iâd like some wings and a wand. Maybe a tiara, if I can afford it.â
âUgh, youâre gonna look so cute. Are you sure you donât want to come to Tommyâs party?â
âThe whole reason Iâm dressing up is for Grace,â you reason, spotting the orange banner reading City of Fright, which appears in the same spot every year mid-September and vanishes November first.Â
Gone are ABBAâs lilting tones, replaced with stock Halloween music, the occasional creepy laugh and thunder clap. The entire front of the store is complete costumes, wrapped up in plastic and hanging on metal rods, but once you reach the shelves at the back, you are surrounded by an array of vampire teeth, witches hats and face paints.Â
âEddieâs renting Theatre of Blood,â you tell her, not waiting for a reaction before launching into a prepared defence. âIt sounds really good. Itâs about an actor who takes revenge on his critics by murdering them like Shakespearian deaths - drowning in Malmsey wine, that kind of thing. He picked it cause, you know, he thought Iâd like it.âÂ
âOkay, but sheâll be in bed by what? Eight?â May asks, wandering around the table of paraphernalia as you start thumbing through fairy wings piled next to fake blood bags, searching for the right blue. âYou could come after.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, then she sighs softly. âOkay, I will say itâs kind of cute that he picked that. In a weird, not really that cute cause itâs a horror movie about gruesome murders, sort of way.âÂ
You stifle a grin, chancing a look at her over the table. âThat soundedâŚalmost like a compliment?â
âAlmost,â she agrees, walking back round to your side. Then, before you can answer, she has seized a shiny silver plastic tiara and is reaching out to place it gently on your hair. âThere. Fit for a Princess.â
You shake your head, laughing. âWhat about a Fairy Godmother?â
May hums, grabbing a set of the net and wire wings and pulling them over her arms. âIâm the fairy now!â She declares, raising her chin and going up on tiptoes to whirl around the racks, wings shaking behind her. âHere to make all your Halloween costume dreams come true!âÂ
Your heart warms, a giggle escaping as she peers curiously at the rubber masks and cat ears in character, mumbling about the strange habits of humans.Â
âOh please, fairy godmother! I need a wand if Iâm going to look anything like the real thing!âÂ
âA wand, of course!â She cries dramatically. âNo true fairy would be seen dead without their wand.â You watch her scurry on tip toe around until she comes to a display of wands of various colours, topped by stars and hearts, sequined tassels and glittery handles. She wiggles her fingers above them, picks out one with a simple silver star and travels back to you gracefully. You take it from her with a flourish. âThere, and now your wings.â She helps you into your own pair, then turns and throws a graceful hand into the air. âNow, we fly!âÂ
You flit about after her, laughing at her with every pause she takes to frown disapprovingly at fake scars and rubber spiders. She stops in front of a Tinkerbell costume, pointing with a surprised smile at the model on the package. âHey, I know her!â
You snort a laugh and it sets her off, all attempts to stifle your laughter only making it worse. Your giggles are only beginning to settle when you feel the sudden awareness of being watched tickle the back of your neck.Â
âUh, hi girls.âÂ
Your heart drops. Caroline stands, a hand over her mouth, barely covering the smirk. âYou look like youâre havingâŚfun.â
Suddenly, the clear elastic of the wings is too tight around your shoulders. You can feel the crooked angle of the tiara atop your head, close to slipping off entirely. The wand in your hand isnât silver now, just chipped paint on plastic.Â
Next to you, May is wrenching off her wings, laughing airily. âJust messing around,â she assures, folding them up and holding them with a tight fist at her hip. âYou costume shopping?â
Caroline looks around at where you are. âI mean, obviously. Not for me, though, for Ethan,â she sighs. âYou know boys, no interest in shopping.â She sets her stare on you, eyes scanning from the crooked tiara downwards. âAre you girls dressing up together?â
Your throat feels blocked, leaving you just to shake your head. May answers for you both. âNo, no. Like I said, weâre just messing around. So we should probably put this stuff back.â She slides her wings into the space between some hanging masks before elbowing you into action. Youâve abandoned the tiara and wand and are in the process of sliding off the wings when she adds, coolly, âIâm actually going as Madonna.â
Carolineâs smirk falls, replaced at terrifying speed with a deep frown. âWhat? You canât, Iâm doing Madonna. Iâve got a veil and everything. Ethanâs going to be Sean Penn.â
âOh, donât worry. Iâm going as her in Desperately Seeking Susan, so itâll be, like, totally different.â
âBut I donât think there should be two Madonnaâs,â Caroline continues, almost sounding sympathetic. She crosses her arms, shrugging. âYouâll just have to go as somebody else.â
âOh,â May says, shoulders falling. âUm, right. I get what you mean.â
Youâre not in the habit of arguing with Caroline. Itâs been easier, historically, not to contradict her or answer back. But you can feel May deflating beside you, and it tumbles out. âBut you wonât look similar or anything, theyâre completely different costumes.â
âTheyâre not though.â She answers with finality. âTheyâre both Madonna, and the last thing we want is comparisons, right? People talking about who wears it better all night?â
May nods. âYouâre right. Totally. Iâll think of something else. No worries.â
âBut May, your dress! You canât return it now, it was on sale!âÂ
âItâs fine,â May snaps before smiling close mouthed at Caroline. âI can find something else to wear, no issue.â
âYou could be fairies together!â Caroline says. âI bet the guys at Tommyâs party would love that.â
âNo, no, like I said, we were just messing around,â May says. âNot really my thing. And anyway, sheâs not coming on Friday.â
âOh no!â Caroline pushes her bottom lip out into a pout. âBut I havenât seen you outside of school in ages!â
âIâm babysitting,â you explain, clutching your removed wings in your fists.Â
âOh sure you are, not spending the night with your boyfriend. We hardly see you anymore, I feel like there must be so much detail weâve all been missing out on. Youâll have to come on the next girls trip, right May? So we can hear all about you andâŚEddie.â
Your heart pounds as May nods. âYeah,â she answers. âEddie canât have all your time.â
âPerfect. Well, let me know what you end up doing, May! See you later, girls!â
She flounces away, and May hides her face in her hands. âI canât believe she saw me doing that.âÂ
âItâs okay-â
âItâs not!â She says, throwing her hands up. Her eyes shine with frustrated tears. âItâs not okay! Not for me, anyway. Itâs different for you, people already think youâre weird.âÂ
You blink at your friend. Then you look down at the speckled linoleum floor, watch the spots fuzz and blend into each other as the lump in your throat builds. Before five seconds have passed, her arms appear at your sides, pulling you into a tight hug. âIâm sorry,â she whispers. âI didnât mean that.â
But you know that she did. You know thatâs exactly what she thinks.Â
For the moment you have to think about what you say now, you imagine calling her out on this. Pushing her away and telling her that she doesnât have to spend any more time with you, given you embarrass her so much. Youâd buy your fairy wings and your crown, walk out with your head held high.Â
Maybe sheâd call after you, apologise again, say that losing you isnât worth impressing Caroline or sitting at the cheerleader table.
But maybe any pain sheâd feel at the prospect of your friendship ending would only bring out her anger. Maybe sheâd swear to never speak to you again.Â
If you were somebody else, someone who didnât love May, maybe youâd take that risk. But you are you, and youâve loved May since you were five. To you, the only thing worse than feeling hurt yourself is the thought of hurting her back.
So you shake your head at her shoulder, blink away tears and squeeze her tight in your arms. âItâs okay,â you whisper.Â
âReally?âÂ
âYeah,â you nod, pulling away from her collar that smells the way being seven smelled. You release her, and in turn her arms fall from you. âI get it, youâre just stressed.â
âI know! I donât know what Iâm going to do about my costume!âÂ
Your heart pangs. You swallow the lump in your throat thatâs trying to rise back up. âWell, at least the dress is black,â you say, sniffing quick and quiet. You drag your hands over your eyes, clearing away the wetness clinging to your bottom lashes. Stop it, you think. Stop crying. âLetâs return the jacket, yeah? Then youâll have money for a witch hat or something.âÂ
May nods slowly as she thinks it through. âOkay, yeah. Yeah, that works.â She gives you a relieved smile. âGod, what would I do without you? Letâs go.â
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âWell, I didnât think I wanted glasses because Katie has glasses,â Grace explains, holding her plastic pumpkin, now close to overflowing with candy, in both hands at her stomach. She looks at you with a look too knowing for a seven year old, then continues. âKatie is a tattle tale.â
âI see,â you nod.Â
âBut I want ones like Jessicaâs!â She cries, arms extending with the weight of her treasure trove before she pulls it back up. âThey go dark in the sun!â
âItâs not the same,â she whines. âAnd then when we went to the optom- uhm.â
âBut you already have sunglasses,â you reason, picturing the little red plastic pair youâve had to run back for when out on walks many times. Grace hefts the pumpkin again and you give in, lifting the bag from her grasp and burying your wand in with the candy. You soften when she grabs your hand with a deep sigh.
âThe optometrist?â
âYeah, when we went to see him, he said my eyes were perfect!â
âWell, thatâs good.â
âNo!â She yells, dramatically, pulling on your arm with her whole weight until you have to heave yourself back up. You stifle a giggle at her distraught expression. âBecause now Iâll never get glasses, and everybody has them.â
âWell, first of all, Iâm sure not everybody has them,â you say, smiling down at her grumpy face. âAnd secondly, you shouldnât just want something like glasses because other people have them, even if it was everybody else. You canât just live your life just trying to be like everyone around you.â
âI know,â she mumbles. Then, catching your raised eyebrow, âI know!â
You round the corner to her street, and by the time youâre approaching her house, sheâs moved comfortably on to the next topic of her candy eating schedule for the next three days. âBecause Jessica saves all her Skittles for last,â Grace explains, her position now firmly against being anything like Jessica. âWhich is stupid, because you should have the best candy first.â
âMm? Whyâs that?â
Grace looks at you with a frown. âBecause the best comes first,â she tells you, with the tone of somebody kindly trying to hold in their frustration with an imbecile.Â
âOf course, silly of me to ask. Hi, Mrs. Miller!â
Graceâs Mom was clearly waiting for you near the front door, already out and standing on the front steps as you walk up the front path. Grace holds her hands out to take her bucket back, launching forward when sheâs got ahold of it. âMom! Look at all my candy!â
âWhoa! Thereâs no way youâll be able to eat all that!â Her Mom says, eyes comically wide. âThink you need someone to help you out, hm?â
Grace shrieks indignantly, running under her Momâs arm inside and clambering up the stairs out of sight without a bye nor leave for you.Â
âEverything went okay?â Her Mom asks, smiling when you give her your usual answer, all fine. âWill you be okay getting home? I can get her back down if you need a ride.â
âOh, um,â you check either side of the street, feeling suddenly warmed inside at the sight of Eddieâs van parked at the end of the road. Now that youâre concentrating on it, youâre sure you can hear the music blasting behind glass. âNo, itâs okay. Thatâs my boyfriend.â
âAh, Eddie.â She smiles, then smacks her teeth as she, too, registers his music. âMaybe tell him to keep it down next time? I donât mind but I already get monthly phone calls from Mrs OâHara about the sound of the lawnmower.âÂ
âOh, sorry. Iâll do that,âÂ
âOkay,â she says, calling after you as you start up a fast pace towards Eddie. âYou have a good night!â
You pull your cardigan sleeves down over your hands to fight the chill as you move, smiling when you can properly make out Eddie sitting in the front seat. He had a special D&D night planned when he dropped you off at Graceâs earlier. While your costume sat folded in your bag all day, heâd gone to school dressed all in black, even his white Reeboks swapped out for a pair of knockoff doc martens heâd launched himself towards when he caught sight of them at the thrift store. Theyâd fit him just fine with three pairs of socks.
This morning, sitting in his van, heâd barely managed to control his excited twitches while you lined his eyes with a cheap black pencil from the drugstore. Your work is a little smudged now, but on him, it looks even better than before. Which makes sense, you think. Eddie doesnât suit neat lines.Â
âHi Princess!â He calls, turning the music down enough that his excitement is just audible through the glass as you approach.Â
âNot a Princess,â you remind him as you climb in, turning your back to shake your shoulders and display the blue net wings. âA Fairy God Mother.â You settle back into the seat, shivering away the chill that had gooseflesh rising over your body. Eddie rubs your arm over your cardigan, and you take the opportunity to grab his hand. As much as you want to warm your cold fingers, itâs mainly just to touch him. âHow was the game?â
His grin turns sharp as he leans back in his chair, chin tilted up. âSo fucking good. I have them right where I want them. I thought for a second Lucas had me worked out. He hesitated when they were getting to the caves, but then he just went along with it. I canât wait till next week.â He lets go of your hand long enough to start up the van before returning his open palm to the space between you for you to take hold of him again. âHow is Princess Grace?â
âIncreasingly despotic. She executed like five of her toys before we went out trick or treating.âÂ
âJesus,â Eddie laughs. âWhat for?âÂ
âWell, her not-so-wise Fairy God Mother,â you start, gesturing to yourself. âMade the mistake of telling her about royal food tasters? Now thereâs a poisoning attempt every few days.âÂ
âVery active imagination, this girl. Violent, but active.â
âMm, I think most girls play that way. When I was little- Well, me and May, weâd act like witches sometimes? And make potions out of mud and sticks and stuff. And talk about who we would curse.â
âYeah?â Eddie asks. âAnd which poor soul had earned this spite, pray tell?âÂ
âDid you ever have Mr Gilmour?â
âOh, Gilmour, yeah, I fuckin' hated that guy!â Eddie yells. His eyebrows furrow. âI threw up during gym in seventh grade and the sadistic prick made me finish running a mile.âÂ
âYeah, I forgot about that till now.â His brows stay taught for a second longer, then he shakes his head a little, tapping his fingers along your knuckles. âToo bad I didnât have you around then, coulda cursed him for me a little earlier.â
âOh, Eddie, thatâs horrible.â
âI would have,â you promise. âBut you were telling me about the game. Did you get Dustin with the, um, venom troll?â
âNot yet. We didnât get as far as Iâd have wanted before they had to go. I mean, what fourteen year old has a curfew? I didnât, and I turned out alright. But Iâll get him next week. I canât wait to see his face - that little punk thinks heâs so smart, but he is pre-dictable.â
Eddie continues describing the campaign, the traps heâs set for them that heâs sure theyâll run into, the whole drive to his place, excited and animated as he usually is on the rare occasion you get to see him after Hellfire, wound up from the events of the day. He only slows down when youâre settled on his couch. Sneakers left at the door, wings, tiara, and wand abandoned on the kitchen table, wrapped up in his arms as the opening titles of Theatre of Blood play.Â
Eddieâs so warm, and unusually still when you sit with him like this. Being cuddled up to him puts you in mind of your auntâs black cat. She spends the first couple hours of every visit pretending that she isnât interested in being anywhere near you. Then, after letting her sniff your hand, rubbing gently between her ears, she darts up on your lap, her soft heat spreading through you.Â
Eddie might not admit it, at least not verbally, but he likes being petted the same way. Youâve seen his eyes flutter when you play with his hair, heard the gentle sighs he lets out when you touch his cheek. Now, leaning into his chest, rubbing lazily at his torso, you can feel the way his body relaxes into the couch under your touch. It makes you smile at the TV even as Vincent Price swears revenge on all his critics.
You turn your head just a little, trying to be subtle as much as possible so you can look at him properly. Eddieâs eyes, which in sunlight can be bright as copper, are dark and focused in the electric light of the TV. The light freckles that dotted the tops of his cheeks and nose during Summer have faded from the cloudy days and early sunsets, leaving only his soft pale skin. His lips, as always, are soft looking and pink, still shiny from the last time his tongue peeked out, set in a near constant subtle pout.Â
You sigh gently, and in turn breathe in the remnants of smoke and laundry detergent from his shirt, the fading spice of his drugstore aftershave.
âYou know I picked this movie out special,â he says, only his eyes moving to fix you with a mockingly suspicious expression. âVincentâs a master.â
Youâre surprised to find youâre not ashamed at having been caught. âMâjust looking at you.â
âTherein lies the problem, sweet thing. One minute youâre just looking. Next thing I know my headâs trapped between your thighs.â This time he leans in properly. âWicked temptress.â He whispers it, his breath warming your face.Â
You think heâll kiss you then, but instead he relaxes back into the couch with a sigh. âMâjust lucky you werenât dressed up all day.â His hand tugs at the hem of your skirt, then spreads out just above your knee. âI wouldnât have been able to think about anything else. Itâs a miracle I even got the movie playing instead of trying to touch you.â
âI wouldnât have minded,â you answer, trying not to sound too eager.Â
âI bet,â he says, eyes shining. Then his face turns serious, palm coming to his heart. âBut Eddie the Chivalrous would never touch a Princess without properly wooing her first.â His eyes scan over your face quickly. âI guess that means we need to finish the movie.â
Heâs teasing you. He wants to push, see how much he can get you to say, if youâll ask him outright to just touch you the way you want. Warring feelings compete to decide what you do next. Maybe months ago, when you first started dating Eddie, you would have pressed your thighs together and settled in to finish the film. A part of you still calls for that, screams that whatever you say wonât be right.Â
You stare at Eddie now. His eyes still lined dark, the smirk heâs trying to hide. Your toes curl just looking at him, and the thought escapes naturally. âYou donât look like Eddie the Chivalrous, right now.âÂ
Eddie blinks slowly. His head tilts. âNo? Who do I look like, then?âÂ
Now, something like shame creeps back in, and you wish youâd just settled down to watch the movie.
You havenât ever put a name to it before. In your fantasies, the ones that appear unprompted when youâre alone in your bed and you havenât been able to touch him in a couple days, Eddieâs always Eddie, but sometimes just a little different.Â
Maybe Eddie the Chivalrous is the right name for how you first thought about him like that, calling you Princess as usual but meaning it. You thought about him as your knight and guard, sworn to protect you, breaking all the rules by laying you down and treating you gently, better than any lord or Prince you could be promised to.
Then youâd think about his laugh, the one that comes out when you moan a little loud, or lose your patience and try to direct his hands or his tongue to where you need him. The mocking gasp and teasing tone that often comes along with it, you want it bad, huh, Princess? You think about an Eddie whoâs like that all the time, teasingly mean with you, dark and dangerous to everyone else, finding you alone in your soft bed, holding your hands above your head and- and-
People already think youâre weird.
You give in to the sudden hot shame, pressing your face to Eddieâs chest lest he read your expression so perfectly that he works it all out. You whisper into his shirt, more to yourself than him. âIâm so weird.âÂ
âWell, sâa good thing youâre with me then, mm?â He says, big hand moving to stroke the back of your neck. âCause if you got a fantasy, like, something you think about when Iâm not around. You know I wonât judge you for it, right?âÂ
âI know.â It comes out muffled against his shirt but itâs certain. Itâs instinctual, now. Youâre as sure that you donât need to worry about Eddie judging you as you are that the sun will rise tomorrow morning. More and more, you find yourself talking to him the way you talk to yourself in your head. Easy and free, not waiting for the other shoe to drop. But this is different. âItâs just- Itâs like-â You sigh, searching for the words that wonât come.Â
He hums, still rubbing your neck. âMaybe I could- I mean, do youâŚwanna hear one âa mine?â You emerge from your hiding place, leaning back into his hand to gauge how serious he is. Eddieâs eyes crinkle at the sides at having coaxed you into looking at him again. âYeah?â Â
âOkay.âÂ
âOkay,â he echoes. Eddie searches his side for the remote first, pausing Vincent in the middle of another monologue. âOkay. Well, yeah, sometimes I think about- Wait no, gotta set the scene. Iâve just played maybe the best show of my life. Nothing too big,â he continues, giving you a serious look. âIâm not a sell out. Weâre talking the smaller arenas, you know? Anyway, after, when I get backstage, feeling like hot shit, thereâs this girl. Prettiest Iâve ever seen. And sheâs wearing the bandâs shirt.â
âAnd sheâs a little shy. Can barely look me in the eye-â He catches you just as your gaze moves to his collar, pulling you back to staring, helpless, into his dark eyes. Eddie takes your hand from where it was playing with the hem of his shirt, weaving your fingers together. âSheâs kinda fidgety, too.â
You swallow. âMe?â
âYou, sweet thing. Sâalways you.â You bite the gum behind your bottom lip, holding back from grinning too much. You squirm a little under his gaze, waiting for him to speak again. âAnd you tell me youâve been waiting for me,â Eddie says, voice smooth and quiet. âYou tell me youâre my biggest fan. And you canât quite say everything you wanna say, but it doesnât matter, cause Iâve got you worked out. So I get real close,â he says, his face disappearing as his mouth moves towards your ear, âand I ask if you want me to touch you?â
âAnd I do,â you continue for him, shivering again at the little groan Eddie lets escape from his throat.Â
âMm hm, real bad.â His eyes reappear, scanning over each part of your face. âSo bad you wanna earn it. Wanna show me I was right to pick you and not some other girl. You get on your knees for me.â Eddie licks his lips quick. âAnd I know youâre kinda inexperienced, but itâs good, the best Iâve ever had. You know why?â You shake your head, gaze darting between his eyes and his mouth. You watch his lips move around his words. âCause youâre so fucking grateful for it.âÂ
âMm. And when I decide youâve earned it, I lay you back on a couch somewhere. A green room or a tour bus or something. And I show you you were right to wait for me.â You shiver. Itâs a delicious thrill to picture Eddie that way, completely new to you, a total stranger, yet so sure of what he can take. âAnd after that?â He says, giving the back of your neck a squeeze. âI keep you.â
âEddie.â You feel your heartbeat between your legs, wishing he would touch you there now, or even put you on your knees the way he wants so you could show him youâre as grateful for him here and now as you are in his fantasy.Â
The fantasy fades when Eddie kisses you. With the press of his lips, the taste of Dr Pepper on his tongue, heâs your Eddie again, familiar and perfect. Youâre still floating back to Earth when he pulls away. âYour turn.â
You flinch, crashing to the ground instead. âWhat?â
âYou like Latin, right? Itâs quid pro quo, sweetheart. I show you mine, you show me yours. Tit for tat. That was the deal.â
âIt was implied.â Eddie answers breezily. Then, with his thumb rubbing gently at the back of your hand. âCâmon. Try? You liked mine, right?â You give a barely noticeable nod, but Eddie catches it. âYeah. And I bet Iâll like yours.â
âThere was no deal!â
âI canât- I donât have it all, like, thought out the way you do.â
âWell, Iâm a storyteller by trade,â he says, pressing his free hand to his chest. âAll my sex fantasies have lore. And we can build on yours, if it needs it.Alright. Iâm not Eddie the Chivalrous right now. Who am I?â He tilts his chin to where you have started playing with his rings, twisting each round his fingers in turn. âApart from Eddie the Stress Toy.â
âItâs not- Youâre just-â You swallow, rubbing your thumb over the metal skull sitting where a wedding ring would go. âYouâre just somebodyâŚsomebody I shouldnât want.â
âIntriguing. And you are?â Your face flames. You mumble it, barely opening your lips, and Eddie squints. âMm?â
You sigh. âPrincess.â
âAlways,â Eddie replies, ducking his head to make sure you see his face, reassuringly still smiling. âOkay. I can work with this. Maybe I'mâŚEddie the Banished. I tried to take power for myself by force but I failed.â He brings your hand to his mouth, kisses the thin skin at your wrist. âAnd Iâve returned, because I realised I donât need to win a battle. I just have toâŚtake the Princess?â
You clench around nothing. âYeah.â
âFuck, yeah. Câmon, sweet thing.âÂ
Your gaze follows him as he stands. âYou want- Right now?â
âWhy not? Weâre all dressed up. The time is now.â Eddie pauses his excitement when he registers the fact youâre still sitting. âIfâŚif you want.â
âI do,â you breathe. âBut I canât, yâknow, talk like you.â You just know Eddie already has some dialogue thought up, things he can say as the character heâs just come up with that will make you dizzy. âIâll get stuck.â
âMaybe you will, maybe you wonât,â Eddie says, squatting down in front of you, hands spread out on your knees. âI donât mind taking the lead. Besides, the Princess would be kinda nervous anyway, right? If youâre not supposed to want me. The outlaw, the traitor. Youâve been told about all the terrible things Iâve done, what I tried to do for power. Now you feel guilty about what you really want from me. And Iâve been thinking about you while Iâve been on the run, living rough- You know, this is good stuff,â he says, interrupting himself and looking round. âYou got a pen? I should maybe write some of this down- No. After, sorry.â He gives you a sheepish grin, then leans in close. âDonât think thereâs much chance Iâll forget this, anyway.âÂ
He stands then, hand extended to you with wiggling fingers for you to take and let him guide you through to his room. Eddie hums when his door is closed, shutting out the world beyond the frame. âShoulda done this at yours,â he says, sitting you down on the mattress. âIn your pretty Princess bed.â
âDoesnât matter,â you say breathlessly, meaning it entirely. All that matters is itâs him. Heâs the only person you could do something like this with.Â
âOkay, I need a little more. You shouldnât want me, IâmâŚmorally grey, letâs say. Chaotic neutral. Am I mean?â
âKinda,â you answer. âYouâreâŚselfish?â
âSelfish,â he repeats.Â
âJust like, yâknow. Itâs like-â Eddieâs hands spread at the sides of your thighs, teasing the skin at the hem of your skirt. You want them everywhere. âYou know I want you. That IâllâŚdo things for you. And you take advantage. â
Thereâs a pause. âI think Iâm following. Things somebody like you shouldnât do?â You nod quickly, cheeks burning as you watch him work it out. âYou wanna get your mouth on me, Princess?â
You fight the instinct to hide, the urge to look away, the voice telling you to deny everything, take it back. Instead, you start playing with the hem of his shirt again, soft cotton between your fingers. Â
âMm hm.â
âShit. Okay. Anything-â His voice cracks a touch, and he clears his throat before he speaks again. âAnything else?â
âItâs not like- Even though youâre mean, you still- With me, you feel-â Now you do have to look away, staring at where your fingers are fiddling with the black fabric. He can read you too well, and you donât want him to see exactly what you want from him. âYou-â
You love me.Â
âI feelâŚhow I feel about you?â He suggests.
You bite the gum behind your lip to stop yourself asking exactly what that means. âYeah.â
âOkay, good. Hard to pretend anything else.â Eddie leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, long enough that your whole body relaxes into it, your mind settling on Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. When he pulls away, itâs easy to answer his question. âReady?â
âReady.â
Eddie stands to full height, his shoulders back. He tilts his head, expression shifting. From your Eddie, with chestnut eyes and his perfect, dimpled smile, to a smirking man with a dark gaze excited to ruin you.Â
âIâve been looking for you, Princess,â he says, voice smooth and confident. A thrilled shiver runs up your spine. âKnew Iâd find you eventually, but I could only hope Iâd find you like this. All alone.â He takes a step towards you. âUnprotected-â
âEddie,â you whisper.Â
Softness peaks through with raised eyebrows. âGood?â You nod quickly, and it disappears again as he slinks closer towards you. âI missed you, while I was away,â he tells you, soft and teasing. âDid you miss me?â
âI-â You swallow. Youâre used to repeating back what Eddie says to you, in times like this, letting him guide you through everything he wants to hear from you. But you donât want to just watch him do this for you. âNo.â
Eddie blinks, surprised, then he puts on a mockingly hurt face, hand over his heart. âNo? You wound me, Princess.â That same hand reaches for your face, cupping your cheek. His thumb strokes gently under your eye and you canât help but lean into him. âOr you would, if I believed you.â He tilts your head up to see him properly, standing over you. âYou think I didnât see the way youâd look at me, before I left?â
Your fingers twitch to reach out and brush at the ends of his hair as it falls towards you, but you keep them at your sides on the bed, curling into the sheets. âYou didnât leave, you-â
âLeft, banished, driven out; it all comes to the same end, mm?â His eyes scan your face, down your dress and back up. âThatâs you and me, Princess. Here, alone together. You gonna pretend you never wanted that?â
His thumb, callused and warm, keeps rubbing over your cheek. âI canât want itâ
âNo, you can,â he presses. Eddie, your Eddie, would sit with you now, squat in front of you to talk to you at the same level. Now, his grip on your jaw tightens just enough to remind you that he could stop you looking away if you tried. âCause Iâve had time to think about it.â
âWhile you were hiding in the woods?â
âWhile I was regrouping,â he corrects. âI realised something. I went about it all wrong.â he tells you. âIt was foolish of me to try and use force to get what I want. Not when you were right here. Waiting for me.â
His thumb pulls at your bottom lip, then presses inside to the tip of your tongue.Â
âIf I make you mine, everything else follows. Thatâs right, isnât it?â He nods slowly until you copy him. âThe throne, power, vengeance on everyone who tried to hold me back. And you, in my bed every night. All day if I wanted.â He pulls at your lip again as he steals his thumb back, leaning in until his breath is warm against your cheeks. âThat sounds nice. Doesn't it, Princess?â You glance at his lips, wanting him to kiss you now, to take it from you. Eddie shakes his head, drawing your gaze back to his. âI wanna hear you say it. You wanted me to touch you, just like this, and more, didnât you? Wanted me to show you how to make me happy?â
You can feel your heartbeat heavy in your chest, your breath coming quicker. Only Eddie could do this, have you convinced of a story which before tonight only existed half formed in the fantasies of your bedroom. You can feel the internal conflict as if it really is your duty to say no, and your heartâs only desire to give your next answer.
âYes, Eddie.â
He gives you a kiss thatâs half teeth, dragging at your bottom lip. Even this is different. Youâre used to the gentle start, feeling him smile on your mouth. He breathes deep through his nose, pulls from you so suddenly that you make to follow him until he presses a hand to your shoulder.Â
âAnd I will. Get on the floor.â Eddie steps back, and it doesnât even occur to argue with him now. You slide off the mattress easily, knees falling to the carpet without looking away from him. Thereâs a pause. He speaks quietly, as if he doesnât want an invisible audience to hear. âYou comfy? You want the pillow?âÂ
âNo,â you answer, heart aching. âIâm okay.âÂ
âOkay.â
You watch the way he steels his face again, looking at you on your knees in front of him like thatâs where youâre meant to be. His hands work at his belt, a soft hiss escaping when he presses his palm down the front of his pants. His head tilts back, displaying his thick neck, the rising pinkness across his pale throat, and he breathes a laugh. âNow, Princess- Wait!â You jump at the suddenness of Eddie pulling his hand from his pants only to clasp them at his waist as he half-jogs towards the door. âJust a second. Donât move!âÂ
Eddie disappears through the door, mumbling to himself. His words are faint but itâs clear enough that he is looking for something. You close your eyes, focusing on his voice, however fuzzy. You never thought you could have something like this. Someone like Eddie. Someone safe. So safe that you can abandon yourself to fulfilling a silly fantasy thought up under the covers of your bed.Â
Something catches your hair and you open your eyes to find him standing over you again. The tip of his tongue curls over his top lip as he places the plastic silver tiara just so on your head. When itâs as he wants it, his teeth show with his smile. âPerfect,â he says, pressing two fingers to your chin and turning your head each way. âMy Princess, mm? Iâm going to show you what it is to be mine.â
Eddie reaches into his pants to pull himself free. His hand drags over the shaft, quick and dirty, just for a momentâs relief if the clench of his jaw the second he stops is any indicator.Â
You think you know what to do now, tipping your chin, opening your mouth, ready to take him. Only he angles his head away from your tongue. You peer up at him in confusion, watch the way his excitement plays out on his face. âCâmere, Princess.âÂ
Cupping your cheek with his spare hand, he guides you to the base of his cock, where he is softest. Your lips graze the fuzzy skin of his balls and Eddie makes a noise that has you squirming for the lightest touch between your legs. You kiss delicately, blinking up at him, watching his thumb rub over the head of his cock, catching wetness to ease the slow movement of his hand. He taps his fingers on your cheek gently. âOpen up. Want your tongue.â
Your toes curl. You want to taste him here, aching at the smell of him; like his neck at the end of the day in Summer, his sweat and musk, fading body wash. You want to make Eddie feel good so badly, you think you might do whatever he asks as long as he looks at you the way he is now.Â
You reach for him, palm settling on his knee where denim meets exposed skin. Opening your mouth, you lick quickly at the seam of his balls, taste salt on soft skin. He groans, fingers flexing around your jaw. âThatâs it,â he encourages. âFuck yes,â Eddie bites out when you lick broad and wet up to the base of his cock, thinking of his wide tongue drawing upwards from your pussy to your clit. âFuck, yes.âÂ
He draws you back, smiling down at you. It makes your face burn, but you struggle between looking him in the eyes and staring at his cock. His balls are pink and wet from your attention, his hand moves steadily over his length, drawing folds of skin over his thick head and back.
âWant you to suck on them a little,â he tells you. The pause he leaves gives a moment for you to squeeze at his knee, as if presenting your open mouth wouldnât be enough to show your agreement. He drags the weight of his balls over your chin to your wet tongue, listing off curses when your lips close just enough to suck gently. Eddieâs hand moves faster over his length, the curve of his fingers brushing your forehead with each tug.
Eddieâs groans are all that matter now. His sack is heavy, falling past your lips the wider you open your mouth. âSo fuckinâ full cause of you,â Eddie bites. You hum, closing your eyes, his hips stutter. First towards the warmth of your mouth and then away entirely, replacing his sack with the head of his cock tapping against your tongue.
Eddie gasps when you lap at his leaking tip. âCan I-â He pauses, rephrases, puts on the right tone. âIâm gonna fuck your mouth now, Princess.âÂ
He watches you carefully, gives you time to tell him no. You squeeze his knee once more, gaze moving from his dark eyes to his cock. You press a quick kiss to the swollen head, a darker pink than the rest of him where it peeks through folds of skin, then let him press your head back against the mattress.Â
Eddieâs cock glides smoothly over your tongue to the top of your throat. âFuck,â he breathes, rolling his hips. âMâstarting to think this is what you wanted the whole time.â He eases further, just past the entrance of your throat. Itâs easier, like this. You are more open to him with your head tilted back this way. He holds himself in the warmth of your mouth, watching you blinking back tears to try and keep him clear in your gaze. Finally your throat protests, and Eddie draws back till you can suck at his head, the exposed length of his cock shining with your spit. You gaze at him, wanting him to be proud of you for taking him deeper than you have before. He makes a soft encouraging noise, but Eddie like this wonât give you the validation you want so easily. âTeased me for so long. I think I deserve to take what I want, now.â
Eddie thrusts slowly at first, easing you in despite his words. The hand that was on your cheek now stroking at your heated forehead.Â
You like it like this.Â
You liked having him in your mouth the first time, and every time after that. Like watching him shake, hearing him groan and whine, and knowing that youâre the one making him like that. You like focusing on him; lick here, nip there, let him feel you moan around him. Now, you donât even have to think about how best to please him. You can focus on your breathing, taking air in through your nose when he pulls back enough. And on Eddie and how he looks as he takes his pleasure from you.Â
Eddieâs so beautiful. His dark hair frizzes around his face, eyes crinkling at the sides when he closes them and groans into the air. His neck is pink, a pretty blush crawling up to his cheeks as his thrusts speed up. âWeâre gonna do this all the time, Princess, you hear me?â He grits, fingers curling into the sheets at the side of your head. You moan in answer, pleased when it makes his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip dipping deep enough past the entrance of your throat that you canât blink away the wetness that springs to your eyes. âYouâre gonna be in my bed all the time, maybe Iâll tie you up, mm?â He presses deep again, then holds steady. When the tears collected at the corners of your eyes start to fall, he wipes them away before they can reach the apples of your cheeks. âKeep you here, just for me. Donât need to see or talk to anyone else ever again.â
If your head werenât fuzzy, youâd start questioning why that makes you ache. Eddie withdraws his cock from the top of your throat and you only take a second to gasp in the air you need before following him, reaching up to touch the inches of his cock your mouth still canât quite cover. Eddie laughs through a moan at the feeling of you jerking his cock into your mouth, licking wet at the end of him. âYou want that, huh? Hey-â He drags you away from his cock, leaving you with wet, pleading eyes looking up at him. âYou want that?â Your mouth opens, then closes. Your hips roll, seeking friction you canât get while kneeling like this. Eddieâs eyes flick down, lips turning up at the sight. âGet on the bed for me, mm?â
Eddie reaches a hand out to help you sit up on his mattress. Then he pulls his shirt off over the back of his head, exposing all the soft pale skin and dark ink of his torso. You pull your dress up too, knocking your tiara in the process. When the dress is off entirely, Eddieâs there in an instant to fix it for you, his fingers caressing your cheek when heâs done. âHey, uh. Am I doing alright? Is this the sort of thing you imagined?â
âThis is better,â you tell him earnestly, loving how pleased he looks. Youâre learning that this, the pleasure gained from praise, is something you and Eddie share. You love it when Eddie calls you good, or smart, or sweet. When he tells you that youâre good at something heâs teaching you. In turn, Eddie likes it when you tell him how good he makes you feel, that heâs doing everything right, that heâs looking after you exactly how you want it.Â
He kisses you, and itâs softer this time until he bites gently at your bottom lip as heâs pulling away. âCâmon and lie down, Princess,â he says, guiding you to lay down. You press your legs together, knees bent and feet flat to the mattress as Eddie climbs up after you. His hands stroke up and down your thighs, making you giggle softly as he passes ticklish spots. It relaxes you enough to let him guide your legs open and back, allowing him closer. Eddie tilts his head, thumbing the little blue bow at the waistband of your panties. âYou really want me to tie you up?âÂ
Without thinking, you glance quickly at the handcuffs hanging from his door. You feel the beat of your heart against your chest, wondering if youâre ready for that, knowing really that youâre not. Eddieâs hand cups your cheek, directing your gaze back to him. He kisses your knee. âNot tonight, Princess.â He leans in, whispers. âAnd only ever if you really want, okay?â
âI know, Eddie,â you answer. And you do. You know that as much as Eddie is teaching you, seemingly leading you along to each new experience, in truth heâs making sure you set the pace.Â
âTake this off for me,â he says, pulling at the strap of your bra. You reach underneath your back to unhook it, shimmying it off your arms and letting it drop to his floor. Once youâre settled, he takes both your hands in his, pulling them up over your head. You canât help but giggle, feeling both nervous and giddy. âHold onto the headboard?â You follow the instruction, wrapping your fingers around one of the wooden slats. Stretched like this, chest presented to him, you feel open and exposed, your nipples tightening from the cold air and from Eddieâs attention. âDonât let go, mm?â
He leans down, kissing from the base of your neck down the skin between your breasts, his hair dragging behind him, tickling the sensitive skin. He leaves a wet mark on the curve of your left breast, the sting of his teeth quickly soothed by his tongue. When he takes the tight bud of your nipple between his lips, your whole body tenses. Itâs a test of your submission, if you can last with only your memory of what it feels like to tangle your fingers in his hair. If you can bear not to tug at it when he flicks his tongue like that.Â
Your hands tighten around the wood, hips tilting to find his cock where he tucked it back in his boxers, still hard and throbbing between your legs. The friction, however light, against where you have been waiting for him all evening, is too good to give up, and you keep searching for his hardness to rub against.Â
Eddie releases your breasts with a grin. âYou want it bad, huh, Princess?â
You whine, melting when he presses his hips forward to give you more delicious friction along your pussy. He huffs a laugh, sitting up and quickly reaching out for the pack of Trojans on his bedside. You watch him kneel between your legs, the way he fists his cock while he tears at the foil square with his teeth, his desperation to roll the condom over his length. Eddie shuffles forward on his knees and presses his wide hands to the back of your thighs. He gently guides your legs back, hitching your hips up for better access to your pussy, wet and swollen under his gaze.
âWanted this for so long, Princess,â he says. âYouâve been waiting too, hmm?â
âYes, Eddie. Been waiting so long.â You nearly cry from relief when his cock latches at your entrance, then from despair when he stills instead of filling you. The headboard creaks from your squirming. âPlease,â you whisper, sounding pathetic in a way that would embarrass you if you werenât aching from the emptiness.
Eddie stretches you perfectly as he presses inside your slick cunt. The tease of pain feels good now that your body recognises what it means, where Eddie filling you up leads. âGood?â He asks, once heâs deep enough inside that the curls of hair above his cock are teasing your clit.Â
You mean to answer properly, but the intention is overtaken by the need for him to move. Waiting for him, your fingers tighten around the wood so much you swear there will be marks from your nails. âEddie.â It comes out whinier than you intended, but he certainly doesnât mind.Â
âEddie,â he mimics breathily, his teeth showing as the heat of pleasant humiliation crawls up your spine. He doesnât keep you waiting any longer, snapping his hips to draw back and press deep again through your clenching cunt.
Youâve been under him every time, but like this you feel helpless. Hands voluntarily useless, body tilted up and legs opened by his hands, your body presented to him and positioned perfectly for him to set the pace. It feels right for this - you know now what the romance novels you hide under your bed mean when the heroine is taken.Â
Your toes curl when Eddieâs hips roll just right, the heavy head of his cock hitting the end of you. When he reaches between you to press a thumb to your clit and rub in tight circles, your body tilts, hips trying to chase the pleasure, only for Eddie to press you back down to where he wants you.
âI like it,â you answer. âI like it, Eddie.â
âYou like it, like this, hm?â Eddie asks. You blink at him slowly, wondering if itâs your boyfriend or Eddie the Banished asking. âTell me.â
He shakes his head like he canât believe it, hair shaking. âKnew you would. Pretty Princess just needed to be fucked right, mm?â You shudder, tightening around his cock enough that he gasps, âfuckfuckfuck. Sâgood. Itâs so good, honey.â
You breathe a laugh. âPrincess, to you.â
âMy apologies,â he says, snapping his hips to land heavy against the spot at the back of your pussy. You gasp, legs kicking out against his grip involuntarily only for him to tighten his grip and push them back to where he wants them. You can hear how wet you are, the sound of him moving inside you as loud as the bed springs, as loud as your moans. âMine now, arenât you, Princess?âÂ
You nod easily. âYes.â
âGonna give me everything I want from now on, arenât you?âÂ
âYes. Yes-â
âMade it so easy for me. Should have just done this in the beginning, just taken you for myself.â
âYes. Yes, Eddie.â
âFuck,â he breathes, head tilting back as his hips speed up. âFuck, I canât- Canât get enough of that.â When he looks back to you, the detached, mocking look is gone. Heâs all intensity and warmth, your Eddie again. Your whole body tightens. âTells me everything I need to know when you say my name like that.â He gives you a mean thrust, tongue peeking out as he watches where youâre connected, the slick coating his cock, before his gaze returns to your pleasured, sweaty face. âYouâre so fucking good, you know that? So fucking good, the way you talk to me. Telling me what you want. Not gonna hide anything like that from me again, are you?â
âNuh,â you manage, legs twitching. âEddie.âÂ
âAgain,â he gasps. âPlease. My sweet girl-â
âEddie. Eddie-â
Maybe you keep chanting his name, maybe you cry it out, maybe you stop altogether to scream out instead. You donât know. You just know heâs all youâre thinking of as the pleasure crests, spreading out from the back of your cunt through your body until itâs intense enough you think you might cry. Then it fades to the gentle delight of Eddie still moving inside you, the warmth and weight of his cock when he buries himself deep. You hear him groan, feel the potential for bruises blooming where his fingers dig into your thighs. Then itâs his weight easing down on top of you, the ache in your shoulders and your legs as you let them relax before wrapping yourself around him.
You finally get your hands in his hair. The roots are damp from sweat, his curls tangled in knots. Eddieâs face is pressed so fully to the space between your breasts that youâre not convinced he can be breathing. He mumbles something thatâs lost to your ears, then tilts his head up till you can see his face, and his goofy smile. Your heart aches even as you giggle. Then heâs crawling up your body to kiss you, his mouth warm and tasting like the sweat from his upper lip.Â
âIâm gonna pull out now but I want it known that itâll take amazing strength of will on my part.âÂ
He does so, disappearing from the bed for less than five seconds to throw out the condom before flopping next to you again and opening his arms to let you clamber into his hold again, you try to fight the rising worries by pressing your face into his neck. He hisses at the scrape of the plastic tiara under his chin, taking it off himself before returning to stroke at your temple with his fingers. âHow do you feel, sweet girl?â
It takes you a minute to answer, sorting through all the complicated feelings that emerged the second Eddie wasnât inside you anymore. âGood,â you murmur. Then, âweird.âÂ
You hate how fast it all happens so soon after something so special. You feel overwhelmed and tired, like you want to scrub yourself raw under hot water, like you want to curl up in Eddieâs arms and smell like him forever. You feel like you donât want to ever be touched again, but the thought that Eddie wonât makes your heart sore. You wish you were normal. You wish you didnât have weird fantasies. You wish you didnât feel guilty about what you want.Â
Eddie holds you tight against him, and you let yourself feel the comfort of that. Eddie doesnât think youâre weird, or gross, or immoral. Eddie wonât ever leave you alone to cry and scratch at your crawling skin.Â
He presses his lips to your forehead, mumbles against your skin. âGonna let me look after you?â
He keeps you with him while he runs a bath. Youâre wrapped in a towel while he runs around naked, giving you mock coquettish looks over his shoulder every now and then until he gets a giggle from you. As steam starts to rise from the tub, he searches through the cabinet under the sink before emerging with a bottle filled with suspiciously bright orange liquid. âWe donât have bubble bath but, uh, this is six-in-one.âÂ
You try sitting in the water together, wrapped up in him, but the pins and needles come too fast, eight limbs not quite fitting as they should. You end up facing him, legs tucked up to your chest, watching the water drip from dark ends of his hair.Â
âNot as romantic as Iâd hoped,â he says.
âItâs okay. I like looking at you.â
His dimples show. Sweetest boy on Earth. He splashes at you a little, waiting for you to smile before talking. âFeeling better?âÂ
âMuch,â you answer honestly. Somewhere between giggling at Eddie rushing to his bedroom to fetch towels for you both, a hair tie for you, with his hands covering the crack of his ass while leaving his dick uncovered and him quietly insisting on taking the side of the tub with the tap at his back, the grey cloud hanging over you faded. âCause of you,â you say, splashing him back.Â
Eddie smiles, resting his face against his knee. âIs there anything I can do, you know, to make it better, like, before it happens?â He reaches for your hand in the water. âCause it hasnât, in a while. I know that this was, like, different, but if I did something-â
âNo,â you interrupt. âIt wasnât you.â Eddie lets that sit for a while, waiting for you to continue. âWhen itâs just me and you, itâs like-â You swallow. âSometimes I feel like Iâm being really, actually myself for the first time in my whole life.â Eddieâs eyes are so soft, looking at you now. âAnd I know that you wonât ever judge me forâŚmy fantasies, or whatever. But then itâs like, itâs almost like- Like without even wanting to, I imagine what other people would say, if they knew the stuff I told you. If they saw how I am, when itâs just us. And then I just feel like, even though theyâre not there, itâs ruined it.â
Eddie squeezes your hand, sighs with his whole body. âThat sounds exhausting.â
Tears prick in your eyes even as you laugh without real mirth. âIt is.â
âWell, you know this stuff really is always going to be just me and you. Right?âÂ
âI know, Eddie.â
âI wish I could fix it for you, sweet thing.â
You close your eyes tight, trying to force back the tears. You swallow the lump in your throat, thinking, me too. Instead, you sigh, remind yourself that however hard it is now, youâre sure it used to be worse. Before you had Eddie and his humour, his touch, his kindness. âYou make it better, Eddie. I promise.â
Heâs perfectly gentle with you the rest of the evening, curling back up with you on the couch when youâre dry to restart Theatre of Blood. You let yourself sink into his chest, playing with his rings. You are just about engrossed in the story again, watching with sick fascination as the first critic is stabbed like Julius Caesar. Then, a thought suddenly occurs.
âDidâŚdid you say the soap was six-in-one?â
âSure did,â Eddie answers. âFace, body, hair, laundry, pets and dishes.â
âThatâs why it smells like the terrier next door.â
Eddie hums, lifts your hand to his face and sniffs. âYou mean thatâs why we smell like the terrier next door.â
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Trunk or Treat with The Yandere Student Council Pt. I
Based Off the OCs in this Post
âAlright everyone letâs start talking about ideas!âÂ
âUhm do you mean ideas for what to do with Halloween coming?â
âOh no darling, we always do a Trunk or Treat kind of thing.â
âWe are talking about our costumes.â
As bizarre as it sounds the collegeâs students look forward to the costumes of the student council
Allowed to enjoy whatever festivity that comes with their choice
For reference they share that last year they had a âkissâinâtheâcoffinâ booth for their shared vampire costumes
âJ-j-just so you know the kisses were on the cheek only!â
âI didnât ask but okay.â
It set the precedent for this year to be just amazing if not better
âSince we have you now (Y/n) we should have something special that welcomes you in!â
âI-i-i-i think thatâs a great idea.â
âIâm all for it too!â
Despite your protests, in fear of being singled out by their fans your haters they forge on
âThey wonât be bothering you. Not on my watch.â
âYou say that butââ
âSeriously (Y/n) believe us! Weâll make sure there wonât be any problems.â
âAnd if there are we will kill them.â
âWhat?!â
âJoking. Joking.â
Theyâre not
Anyway it was decided on that the council will be Ghostly Royalty
Which makes costumes really easy or so you thoughtÂ
According to Min, quite a large part of the budget went into your costumes
âPick your jaw up (Y/n)! This is the best part! You donât think we get this big of a budget without showing off, do you?â
âStillâŚit feels a bit overkillâŚespecially when I donât have a fan base at all.â
âOhhh thatâs what you thinkâow!âÂ
âRoman, always such an optimistic chatterbox. Always saying things that are not true.â
Lucoa takes the role of the king naturally
Spencer is forcefully given the role of the queen
Min takes the role of the dungeon master, despite his meek character
Roman takes the role of an advisor
Gil as a duke
June as a duchess
âWait so what am I?â
âOur dragon.â
âWhat?!â
âWe wanted to put a spin on the old system!â
âBut that isnât really accurateâŚnor does it really fit the ghost royalty theme.â
â.....â
â....â
âSo? Weâre doing fantasy ghosts then.â
In your opinion, it's just an excuse to make your costume as ridiculous as they please
âThis is an early draft of your costume.â
âWhat!? Wait where are the actual clothes? Iâm just seeing gold necklaces and bangles.â
â...That was the idea.â
âIâm not wearing that if there arenât actual clothes underneath there.â
â...But it will ruin the integrity of the design and disrupt the choreography andââ
âThen hide it under the gold! Iâm not going to be half-naked for the entire school.â
â...I will consult the President.â
You owed him a favor after that
Saying you agreed to this as an honorary member
But when youâre not having to fight Gill on your costume designs
You are helping the others
âJuneâŚthis is just a dress.â
âRight, itâs a perfect occasion to wear it. And donât my hips feel and look great.â
Adjusting the golden belt meant to hang off his waist you try to ignore how his poses requires that he touch you in some way shape or form
âWell yeah but donât you feel like your fans would want you in something else?â
âOh baby! You donât have to worry, they love this sort of thing.â
And helping with their research
âRoman I know you never seem to run out of ideas to hang out but why a medieval diner?â
âIt's for research! By the way, how do you like the food? I made sure the critiques were as positive as they could get.â
âRoman.â
âYes?â
âWhy did that waitress, compliment our relationship?â
âOMG they brought another plate of bread and for free? So cool.â
âRoman!â
Or helping organize their booths
âSo Spencer what are you going for?â
âA kind of dunk tank except it drops on me.â
âOh okayâŚ.this says that youâre not actually using water butâŚoil?â
âYeah Lucoa suggested I show off my scars and muscles.â
âWait you have those?â
âHahaha very funny but seriously give me your opinion.â
âOh wowâŚ.yeah, I think theyâll like itâŚno theyâll love it.â
âOh really? Well, thanks!â
As if he didnât already know
But eventually as the date comes closer it comes time to focus on your booth
But it seems that as an honorary member you donât get to have much control over your own booth
Or any decision involving your event
âHey Min what are you building over there?â
âOh this is the art for your exhibit. Lucoa put me in charge of matching the gold from your costume to the setting around there.â
âAw thanks can I help?â
âN-n-no!â
âOh.â
âS-s-s-sorry the President gave us explicit instructions not to include you in the making of it. Iâm r-r-r-r-really so sorry!â
âItâs fine Min, donât worry about it.â
Itâs just so apparent how little you would be included in your own activity no one really bothered to hide that fact from you
âHey Gill this meeting on your calendar, I donât remember getting your usual reminder for it.â
âThat is because you are not invited to it.â
âDonât be sad (Y/n)~Afterwards we can just come visit you after.â
âNo no thatâs okay Iâll just take the day off then. Catch up on homework.â
âAw~ Donât be like that weâll come over to your house after.â
âNo Iâm not sad. Iâm going to be happily doing my homework alone!â
âPutting that on our private calendar: Going to (Y/n)âs house an hour after the meeting.â
At the end of the day youâre just as surprised when the event begins and they shove you in the room under the stage with nothing but a warning not to move from the chair youâre in:
Part 2
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Halloween: Spiderween
First of all: DECORATIONS??????
The ENTIRE campus done up with jack-o'-lanterns and lights and smoke machines and COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SPIDERWEBS for the Spooky vibes???!!!
Spider decorations EVERYWHERE. From October 1st.
There's a haunted house on campus - filled with volunteers AND REALLY REALLY good jumpscare holograms made by Lyla
The food court starts serving Halloween specific food. Like a Vampire Miguel Milkshake at McMiguels.
COSTUMES??!!! COSTUMES BUT OVER THE SUITS.
TRICK OR TREATING Some people stay home at their universe and people portal over for candy and they get to see a glimpse of your universe
Or you get to hop universe to universe dressed like a Spider-person dressed like a giraffe. And since it's Halloween, it's fine if a bunch of Spider-people are running around dressed ridiculous because so is everyone else on most Earth's, Miguel's like 'yeah sure okay'
BIG BONUS POINTS if they dress up like ANOTHER Spider-person but like... Still over the suit.
Like wearing the crappy costume Miles had over your actual suit and 'acting' like someone else.
And EVERY TIME you see someone dressed as you, or wearing the same costume -
You know what you must to do.
One year Hobie comes as Ben Reilly. All dressed up in punk but with a blue hoodie crop top to match . He spends the whole day wailing about the harrowing memories and crouching on ledges. Dramatically collapsing in people's arms
Is your Spidersona small? Imagine them dressed as Miguel. Walking around acting and irritated and fake angry and DOING THIS TO MIGUEL
Miguels like 'are you serious? Cut that out-'
"aRe yOu SeRiOuS?? cUt ThAt OuT'
(and Lyla's like 'oooo that was good. They sound JUST like you Migs')
Lyla being a very popular costume
A bunch of Spider-people wearing fur coats and heart glass and they just decide to spend the whole day being useless to Miguel.
Which LYLA ADORES SHE'S LOVES ATTENTION
They all lounge around on all the seats like her, some even in bob cut wigs, and they follow Miguel and trying to get selfies with him LMAO
The Lyla with the cutest or funniest Miguel selfie gets put in the Campus newspaper
MJs A POPULAR ONE TOO -
ALL the lazy Spider-people wanna throw a red party city wig over their suit and be like 'I'm MJ'. NO YOU'RE NOT.
Or some will even wear their MJ's clothes. Walking around calling everybody, Tiger. (Mayday gets the joke - they're supposed to be her mom - she thinks it's HILARIOUS and giggles the whole day)
Sidebar - can you image Gwen with a wig over her suit BUT LIKE under her hood??? SO SHE WOULDN'T LOOK BALD?? I'M SCREAMING AIRPOD LOOKING AHH
VILLAIN COSTUMES - Spider people dressed as Doc Ock over their suits, coming in with fish bowls on their head and going 'Look, I'm Mysterio!! Lol'
While the caged villains are looking at them like
('y'all mfers got a lotta nerve')
I bet some people get REALLY REALLY into it and go all out, designing everything to a T. (Like the perfectionist!pavitr)
Some friends even do joint costumes - WebSlinger makes a costume for Willow so they match. Hobie does all his costumes DIY and it's like the ONE thing on campus he participates in.
Because he loves the DIY spirit. And the chance to mock his bosses on company hours.
Goes ALL IN on him and Gwen's (he wants to match) costumes. Or maybe he doesn't participate cause-
What's even better is people 'Punkifying' their suit to be like Spider-punk is a popular costume too!!
They throw together their own vest and jeans and jewelry and boots. And follow Hobie around, hands in pockets, and they all act all cool and fake punk all day , Hobie hams up the act for the occasion
Hobie of course weaponizes this by annoying Miguel with his 'clones'.
Ten Hobies outside his office sturming untuned guitars REALLY badly and Hobies likes 'Keep it up you !! U sound great!!'
Miguel's office full of Hobies and Lylas, Last year Margo went as Jess and Jess was touched
Then there's some Spider-people that are broke as hell. But since they all have top tier humor they make the intentionally cheap or out of the closet costumes. that ends up being stupidly hilarious.
Like wearing boxes and drawing a Spider-suit on it. Boom - Lego Spider-man.
Sometimes people might wear their makeshift suit over their new suit. So like a Spider-person having this as their costume OVER their suit
And arguably the funniest of them all - having a really elaborate overdone homemade costume of a specific hero on campus, and everyone is like woah so cool have they seen you in it yet?
And you take off the costume mask... And it's just you... AS YOURSELF Like it's just the same mask underneath LIKE A HAT ON A HAT
THERE'S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES THIS JUST BRINGS ME JOY
But the ONLY TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T DRESS AS AT ALL-
Venom and Deadpool.
Venom is too risky. Deadpool is not allowed on campus and if THE REAL ONES seen they have to evacuate and deploy the capture team cause he gets too excited (you'd be surprised of what one man is capable of in the need of Spider-attention)
Anything else is fine though-
CAN YOU SEE IT ARE YOU SEEING SPIDERWEEN????? HUH
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A case of mistaken identity
James Potter x fem! reader
Summary: James mistakes y/n, his best friend, for someone else at a halloween party leading secrets to be revealed
Warnings:Â swearing, post-hogwarts, best friends to lovers, getting together, first kiss, mutual pining, mentions of sex, alcohol, drunkness, hangovers and slight sexual tension, lil angst, mostly fluff, adorable drunk James, wolfstar being beautifully wolfstar
A/n: 3.1k words, thank you for the request! enjoy xx
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You made your way through the crowd, giggling at some of the costumes. Most people were unrecognisable, yourself included after the use of magic to change your hair colour
âSorryâ you apologise to the third vampire you had ran into in the last few minutes from what you found was not a quick trip to the bathroom but over an hour maze through some ex hufflepuffs mansion
Even after three years the marauders were still invited to everything, and the marauders being the marauders took it as a challenge to go to every party they were invited to. This one being the last in your friend's Halloween crawl.Â
âHeâs so cuteâ you smile to yourself as your eyes finally fall on James
You had been to ten parties tonight, most of you just stayed in the same costume despite James pleas. Which meant James had in fact changed his costume nine times between each one, but made sure to wear the same band on his wrist so the rest of you could keep up
âY/n?â you look to the side, eyes lighting up as you see Remus, dressed as bowie, obviously
He squinted at you, making sure he was right as you had to change to your backup costume after someone spilt punch down you
âYeahâ you nod âHiya Moonyâ you grin at him âHaving fun?â
He nods too, smiling away now heâs sure you are you âApart from the fact Iâm hiding from my fiance. Iâm grandâ he chuckles
You giggle âWhy on earth are you hiding?â you shake your head in an amused confusion
âSirius thinks I look hot and canât keep his hands off meâŚâ he gestures to himself and you nod in agreement, he did look beyond good tonight â...normally I love that but he looks like our ex professor and as much as I adore her there no way I canâŚâ his face scrunches up, shaking his he has to shake the grossness out while you burst out in laughter, holding onto his arm as you lose it âItâs not funnyâ heâs giggling now too
âMY LOVEâ the man of the hour shouts over the crowd, pointing to Remus who smiles at him nervously as he watched Sirius hop down from the table and head over
âI gotta runâŚyou never saw meâ he whisper shouts whilst backing into the crowd
You giggle at his retreating figure before turning to Sirius as he approaches âHi Minnieâ you wave
âOh hello beautifulâ his disappointment over Remusâ sudden disappearance fades as he happily pulls you in for a hug, breaking away to kiss both your cheeks âYou seen my handsome husband?â
âI pretty sure he went that way prettyâ you point in the opposite direction to where Remus actually went
âThanksâ he kisses your nose, causing you to giggle âYou gonna go get your husband too?â he winks pointing to James who was telling a bunch of people about one of their best pranks
You feel your cheeks grow warm. Your friends had joked about you and James being a couple for years, only time they stopped was when James and Lily dated the last year of school, but promptly started up again when they broke up a few months after graduation
âHeâs not myâŚâ you start but Sirius is already off and left you â...boyfriendâ you finish rather solemnly to yourself before heading over to James, it was getting late now and you were crashing at his since Sirius would be staying with RemusâŚif he ever found him
Walking up you find heâs finished telling his story and has now headed to presumably pour himself another drink, so you gently tap his shoulder to gain his attention before he gets to the table.
He does a double take at you, giving you this weird smile, one that makes your heart ache as it isnât the normal beaming one youâre used toÂ
âHeyâ he greets although it sounds more like a question
âHiâ you smile back the best you can âIâŚâ your cut off
âSorry. I really donât have timeâ he says a little cold looking away, chin tilting up as he surveys the crowd
You shoulders drop, instantly deflating and feeling beyond stupid for the tears already pricking your eyes. Pouting as you look down
James turns back to you then, head dipping down and presumably sees how upset you are âHeyâ he coos, a tentative hand finding your shoulder although he does wobble a fair bit, displaying that although heâs holding himself rather well heâs still incredible drunk âIâm sorry Iâm just looking for someoneâ
Your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head to meet those big brown eyes you loved more than life âWho?â you ask, not masking your sadness
He looks a little sad himself, almost conflicted âCan you keep a secret?â he asks, almost breathing out as he guides himself and you down to sit on the edge of the couch âWhoaâŚthanksâ he chuckles as he almost falls off the couch but luckily you steady him
âI can keep a secretâ you nodÂ
He doesnât seem to clock the worry on your face nor the utter heartbreak that spreads across your face at what he says next
âIâm looking for this girl. Sheâs the love of my life, loved her since foreverâ he starts and all you can do is try your best not to cry
Heâs talking about Lily. He has to be. Except heâs too drunk to remember Lily bowed out at party number eight
âSheâs so beautiful, and smart, way smarter than me but not in a know it all wayâŚâ
He keeps going on and on, heart shattering as you thought your days of these rants ended years ago. You canât help the tear that falls down your cheek, so you turn your head away to wipe it. You feel silly. Over the last years you and James were the closest you had ever been and you had naively let yourself believe that you finally had a chance, turning down perfectly lovely dates and saving yourself for him, only to find out he never let go ofâŚ
âY/nâÂ
Your head darts to him âYeah?â you put on your best smile, tilting your head
âYouâre not surprised?â he raises an eyebrow âMost people think I still love Lilyâ he shrugs looking away and you just stare at him baffled, if he wasnât talking about her then who was it?Â
âYou donât love Lily?â you ask, eyes wide
He turns back âThink youâve had just as much as meâ he chuckles but then his face falls and he looks at you seriously âLily was my first love, and in another world she would have been perfect. But Y/n you knowâŚâ he starts smiling âSheâs the one, the great big beautiful one I always dreamed ofâ he turns back to you âYou remember her from school?â he wonders while it hits you then.Â
James loves you! You! The knowledge causing very piece of your heart that was just shattered on the floor to rebuilds itself and you find yourself noddingÂ
âYeah I rememberâ
âSheâs wonderful ainât she?â
âYeahâ you nod again, seeing that shine he always wore as he speaks of you âYou okay?â you wonder as his pretty face drops to a frown
âI wish I could tell her. Iâve wanted to so many times it was just never the right one you know?â
âYeah. I knowâ you have to agree, same boat and all that, merlin you could have giggled knowing he was suffering the same affliction if you werenât sure heâd grow poutierÂ
âHave you seen her? IâŚâ he spaces out for a second and youâd find out later was the all the jelly shots finally kicking in ââŚIâm gonna be so hungoverâ he whines, holding his head and almost falling backwards so you have to steady him once more
âYou want me to take you home?â you ask him
âNo. I canât leave without y/n and as nice as you are sheâs nicer, her hair is nicerâŚI want herâ he babbles a little, kind of like a child describing why one of his toys was better, and you find yourself resisting the urge to kiss him
âLast time I saw her she was with your friends, helping M-Remus hide from Sirius cause he was trying to kiss himâ you tell him, having to remind yourself to call your friends by their real names as only marauders and co could use the nicknames
He laughs at that âI canât blame him, if y/n didnât look so cute in her costume Iâd hit that tooâ he admits causing you to giggle a little, it was a well known fact everyone was a little into Moony âYou think you could go find her for me? Even if sheâs staying with themâŚâ he hiccups â...I just need to hear from her that she's okay. Would you be able to find her? Pleaseâ he asks you so genuinely, and you have to give it to James for placing his trust in someone who he thinks is a perfect stranger and not his best friendâŚand you guessed love of his life!
âCourse you just wait hereâ you tell him making sure he isnât going to keel over while you move around the couch and out of his eye line
Kneeling down you pull out your wand from the strap it was kept in on your thigh under the skirt of your costume. You change your hair back to normal, and also the colour of your shawl so he thinks itâs different, waiting around for a minute before heading back over
âHiya Jamieâ you greet, big smile on your face âA girl told me you were looking for me?â
He eyes you for a moment and then that big grin takes over his features, the one you had been waiting for. He knew it was you this time the silly dear
âHi!â heâs perked up significantly now âAre you okay? Having fun?â He asks, standing up shakily and taking your hands
You nod âYeahâ lacing your fingers properly with his âI am getting a tad tired though. You want to go home?â you wonder
He nods like a bobble head, following you mindlessly through the party to say your goodbyes before eventually getting back to his and Siriusâ apartment. James was half asleep at this point and you were barely able to get him to brush his teeth before he fell face first into his bed. You didnât do much after that, just take off his glasses which had miraculously not been lost nor destroyed, and also his shoesÂ
âGoodnight my loveâ he murmurs, hand lazily reaching out to you and falling onto the covers as he passes out
Your heart was fluttering beyond control âGoodnight Jamieâ you whisper, placing a kiss to his temple and adoring the little smile he wears as he hums in his sleep
James woke to a killer headache, groaning as he found himself flat on his stomach, cheek pressed into the mattress. Blinking he glanced around the room which he vaguely recognised to be his even if his vision was a little fuzzy without his glasses. He scooched up the bed, slowly but surely making his way to the pillow, resting a moment before reaching over to pat around for his glasses, eventually finding them
âWhat a nightâ he lets out a groan like sigh as he turns to fall onto his back, slipping on his glasses and finally seeing the worldÂ
He glances at the clock, 10:30am. He smiled at the knowledge, he could get in another hour inâŚwait.Â
He sits up abruptly, ignoring the stinging in his head as he fails to remember how he got home nor when he last saw you
âFuckâŚy/n!â he panics, shouting out and clambering out of bed
He half slides along and into Siriusâ room, yelling your name as he does and freaking when he finds it empty. Backing back into the living room heâs about to run to the phone and call Remus in case you went home with him and Sirius when he hears a small clank and turns to the kitchen
âMorningâ you giggle at him, clearly finding his theatrics in looking for you hilarious whilst you seem to be mixing something
âMorningâ he relaxes instantly, youâre safe, youâre hereâŚand you're wearing his clothes âSorry love I couldnât remember a thing and panicked IâdâŚâ
âAbandoned me or something?â you cut him off teasingly
âNeverâ he chuckles back and you know he means it, heâd never willingly leave you
Walking over to the kitchen, he admires you in his old quidditch jumper, adoring how it wears on you now youâve charmed it, hanging just below your arse which he will make note to try and not stare at as you turn around so he tries to instead peer into the bowlÂ
You notice however, turning around to face him and hiding it behind your back
âWhat you making?â he eyes you
âSomething niceâ you smirk, and James canât help but smile at the way your entire being glows this morning, you look so happyÂ
It completes him
âCan I inquire what that something nice is?â he leans down a little, matching your grin
âI donât knowâ you shrug âItâll cost youâ you look him dead in the eye placing the bowl onto the counter but far enough itâs still out of view
James feels his heart race, youâre looking at him like you know something he doesnât. Itâs a little scary but also thrilling, whatever it is he loves the electric tension in the air
âOh really?â he steps forward, continuing to match your energy âName your price my loveâ he throws you a wink, licking his lips as he watches your cheeks rise and your resolve faluters with shyness before its back
âA kissâ you demand oh so softly, shocking him
His smile doesnât leave but it softens as his eyes widen in surprise âA kiss?â he confirms, mind trying to figure out if this was some kind of trick questionÂ
Did you really want a kiss, a real life altering kiss? Or was this like a friendly cheek kissâŚor worse just a joke and he was too hungover to realise
âYesâ you nod, eyes flicking to his lips then back to eyes âJamesâ
âYeah?â
âKiss meâÂ
James doesnât move for a moment, just stares at you, realising youâre completely serious. He lets out a small breathy laugh as he smiles so wide as he cups your cheeks and kisses you with everything he has
He loves the way you smile into the kiss before melting into it. He loves that as he walks you back towards the kitchen table you hop onto it without question and grab his shirt to pull him back in but closer so he stands between your legs. He loves every little hum, noise and every little erratic breath that escapes those perfect lips. He loves that itâs better than anything he could have imagined
âWhoaâ he lets out a breathless chuckle when you part, chests heaving as your foreheads rest on one anotherÂ
âThink you overpaid just for pancake mixâ you giggle and he joins you, hand cupping the back of your head as he presses a kiss to your forehead
âYeah but I was making up for all those years I could have been doing that beforeâŚmerlinâ ge brushes some hair from your face âIâve fancied you foreverâ he confesses, smiling like an absolute madman but he doesnât care, not when youâre looking at him the way you are now
âLikewise big guyâ you peck his nose
âWaitâ his eyes blow wide, cupping your cheeks âSeriously?â
âSiriuslyâ you grin at him nodding in his grip
His heart bursts, both from the confirmation and how cute your cheeks are all squished together, oh and the added sprinkle of the pun that was well over used yet still made him chuckle to this day
âDidâŚâ James lets out a nervous chuckle, feeling his cheek grow warm as the question dawns on him âDidâŚsomething happen between us last night?â he asks with a raised eyebrow, eyes falling down to your exposed thighs and more so the boxers you had also charmed and stolen and a downturned grin plays on his lipsÂ
âEyes up hereâ you pull him away from his stares, looking bashful yourself under them
âSorryâ he means it, you donât look upset but he does feel bad his hands finding the outside of your thighs and pressing his thumbs into your skin soothingly
âNothing happened last night when we got backâ you tell him with a soft smile âI helped you to bed and then I crashed in Siriâs roomâ
âOhâ he breathes out but he isnât disappointed, no, heâs happy he didnât drunkenly forget his first anything with you, although it doesnât explain why youâve suddenly made a move âHowâŚâ he shakes his head, disertanty in his voice and you know him well enough to know what heâs asking
âHow much do you remember from last night?â you wonder, hands dropping from his chest to slide up his forearms
His eyes flutter at your movements âUghâŚdonât think I can remember anything after party numberâŚnine?â he eventually gets out with a shrug âOh merlin what happened? You said nothing happened when we got back did we beforeâŚâ he points between yours and his lips, making a kissing motion with themÂ
You laugh at that âNoâ you assure him giggling and he nods again relievedÂ
âSo what then?â he moves closer, pinching your thighs impatiently to which you squeal and squirm cutely
In all honesty James didnât care what force brought this upon him, he just wanted to thank itâŚwhich in around an hour after you both had returned to bed but to to sleep he finds heâs inclined to thank his drunken self
âGive me the short version for now?â he asks and you raise an eyebrow âYou heard rightâ he raises an eyebrow, smirking and he hopes you understand his meaning
Which you do, of course you do and he adores the way you turn away and press your lips together, smiling âA case of mistaken identityâ you say a little vaguely after a moment, turning back
âThats all Iâm getting?â he pinches you again to which you poke him in the side back causing him to bark a laugh
âYou said short versionâ you defend
âCome onâ he pleads but you bring your hand to your lips and pretend to lock them âYou arenât gonna give me anything, are ya?â he eyes you, scrunching his nose up and rubbing it against your own causing you to giggle
âWellâ you look in though âMaybe another kiss might loosen my lipsâ you grin happily at him
âYes mamâ James winks, wasting no time in indulging you
Thank you for reading âĄ
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I lieu of October coming up, how would some of the resident evil characters spend Halloween with the reader? âĄâĄâĄ
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âLEON S. KENNEDYâCARLOS OLIVEIRAâETHAN WINTERSâ
âCLAIRE REDFIELDâASHLEY GRAHAMâADA WONGâ
content: SFW! Ada's part is slightly suggestive!
a/n: thank you for the request! I had problem with some of these for a while, but with halloween around the corner i found the festive vibes for this!! hope you enjoy, dear! thank you for requesting again!!
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LEON S. KENNEDY
Leon doesn't usually dress up. It's out of the way for him to do so usually. But he can be bribed with a good meal and hug.
Old man thinks he's too cool to enjoy Halloween. But he actually really enjoyed dressing up in his low budget vampire suit from the discounted section of a Halloween store.
This is the only time in the year he would slick back his hair with gel in spite of how you think it looks really good on him, framing his features and accentuating his blue eyes. He is very stubborn and likes his hair down.
Now he wears the same costume every year. So much that you're getting really sick of it. He insists that it makes him look good (and it does)
He tries to act cool, but he hates horror movies. When you are watching it together, his hand will be clasping your arm tight, shaking a little.
"Are you sure you don't want to watch something else?" You would ask, and he would respond with: "Pfft. Me? I'm not scared at all."
CLAIRE REDFIELD
Halloween is Claire's favourite holiday! She LOVES it.
And so does the kids in her neighbourhood. She always has a huge smile on her face with trick or treaters, will compliment everyone's costumes and give away extra treats.
I see her going all out for Halloween parties. She learnt SFX makeup and a bit of sewing so that her costumes and make-up are really scary.
Which is a stark contrast with her brother, Chris. He thinks dressing up is a chore and a waste of time. When he does dress-up, it's always in uniform (e.g. firefighter, cop). He thinks it makes him look cool. (He's not wrong but, what is up with Chris and uniforms?)
Already planned out her costumes for the next five years (Ideas keep changing too). She definitely wishes there are more days in Halloween because she has so many ideas.
CARLOS OLIVEIRA
Carlos is a menace during Halloween.
In no way is Carlos the best at making costumes or doing scary make-up, but Carlos is very creative.
Years ago, Carlos disguised himself as a stuffed doll sitting on the porch. Gave all the kids the fright of their life. He will watch them scram away in fear, and bellows a laugh. (traumatising kids is his favourite pasttime)
Another year, he devised a mechanism that springs up a shadowed figure anytime someone rings his doorbell.
He became infamous in his neighbourhood for his antics, and it's now an attraction for both kids and grown-ups every Halloween.
I also see him and Claire becoming really good friends from their united love for Halloween!
ASHLEY GRAHAM
I headcanon Ashley to crochet, so with Halloween coming, I see her crocheting a spooky themed sweater top, or a granny square bag to embrace the season.
I think Ashley loves to host Halloween parties. With the size of her dad's house, she can accomodate a lot of friends. Often going over the top with themes and decorations.
This year's theme is Harry Potter. She custom ordered a 3 metre (10 feet) tall animatronic of a Dementor in her party and everyone loved it!
She also loves bingeing spooky movies during Halloween. Ashley loves horror movies so much! I don't see her screaming at horror movies, she has grown an immunity to them from watching too many.
ETHAN WINTERS
We already know Ethan has meticulously planned for Halloween almost a month in advance just for Rose.
He is determined to make Rose experience the best childhood, and that includes Halloween too.
Ethan loves matching costumes (would never admit it though), especially with Rose and you too.
When he finishes dressing up Rose, he snaps a million pictures of her, claiming he will show it to Rose when she's all grown up. And Rose will say "Dad, I don't want to take any more photos. The treats are gonna run out!"
Very protective. If anyone has a scary costume, he will steer Rose away from the scary man. Same for people who are underdressed, or is just generally creepy. Not on his watch.
ADA WONG
Halloween is not Ada's cup of tea. She goes out of her way to avoid going out during these days.
For trick or treaters, she leaves a candy bowl on her porch for kids to help themselves. Ada enjoys seeing the silly costumes the kids wear, but she despises interacting with them.
If you are special to Ada, she will put on a sexy Halloween outfit in the privacy of your quarters just for you. She won't take responsibility for whatever you guys might do afterwards. But those are just for your eyes only.
Ada watches horror movies with a blank face. At this point, nothing phases her anymore. I think she'll find them boring and slightly frustrating, with the stupid things the protagonists do to get themselves in danger. She rather watch true crime instead.
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Worth It In The End
Summary: Almost a year after an amicable divorce Beau finds himself still reluctant to participate in social gatherings. However he just can't seem to say no to the Bates family. He finds more than he bargained for when he attends their annual Halloween party.
Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x Afab!Reader
Warnings: Divorce, children, marriage counseling, alcohol, fake blood and Beau being a bit of a dumbass.
Word count: 2387
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Beau had been particularly annoyed at every social gathering he had attended this year. Everyone asked where his now ex wife was and then he had to awkwardly explain they had divorced. They had spent the better part of two years in couples therapy that ended up being an epic fail at the end. Frankly he wasnât really sure why he had gone to his fellow admirals annual Halloween party. The plan had been to stay home and nurse a bottle of whiskey and watch old black and white films.Â
But when his best friend all but pleaded that he be in attendance he relented and showed up. He had even adorned a costume, a cheap vampire costume from Spirit Halloween. Pale makeup had been caked on his face by Warlock's thirteen year old twin daughters. Black eye shadow around his eyes to give a hollowed out effect and fake blood dripped down his chin. They had even coerced him into adding fangs to his teeth.Â
âAre you actually going to eat something or are you going to just stand here glaring a hole into all the food?â He had been standing by the snack table for what felt like hours trying to figure out what he could eat that wouldn't have his fangs coming out of his mouth, the glue holding them in place was very delicate he had been told.Â
âMallory and Stephanie talked me into putting fangs in then lectured me for a good thirty minutes about not eating anything that could pop them off my teeth. I am trying to figure out what would be soft enough to not heed the wrath of your daughters.â Beau gave Solomon a pointed glare, to which the man let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.Â
âHow in the world did the Navy allow you to be an admiral when you get swindled into things by teenagers?â Solomonâs voice was teasing as he picked up a chocolate dipped pretzel rod and took a large bite of it. Beau cursed the teeth he had been swindled into as he glared at the pretzel rod.Â
âThose girls are very persuasive Solomon and you know it.â Beauâs eyes narrowed at the man as he took another large bite of the pretzel. The white that was to look like a mummy was almost all consumed by the man.Â
âI think youâre just a pushover Beau. Have been since the girls were born.â A smile graced both of the men's features at the memory of the mid winter day the girls were born. The same day that Solomon had asked him to be the twins' godfather. Which he had graciously accepted. The second they were placed in his arms he knew he wouldnât be able to say no to them.Â
âYou donât have much room to talk.â Beau looked down at the cowboy costume Solomon was wearing. Him and his wife were dressed as Barbie and Ken per the request of said daughters.
âTouche, Beau, Touche.â Solomon held his hands up in defense two more chocolate covered pretzels held in one hand. The black eyes of the mummy seemed to mock him.Â
âOh Beau there you are. Iâve been looking all over the place for you.â Solomon's wife popped up from behind him at the words. She came to stand next to her husband and gave them both a mischievous smile. His eyebrows both shot up at the look she was giving him. The girls had definitely gotten their power of persuasion from their mother.Â
âI have someone Iâd like you to meet.â he tried to hide the surprise from his face but guessed he had failed as his best friend gave him a cheeky knowing grin. He shouldâve guessed there was an ulterior motive for Solomon being so persistent on his attendance tonight.Â
âShe is actually on her way over to us right now so please behave.â With those words you walked into sight. You had on an obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and a name tag that Beau couldnât read due to the dimmed lights of the room. You stuck your hand out with a small smile on your face as she introduced the two of you. He couldnât help but take in the absolute beauty you were. Hair tied in a half up bun, makeup done ever so slightly, eyes bright and smile wide.Â
âHoney, I think we need to go and fill up the fog machines.â Solomon put a hand on the small of his wives back before leading her away from Beau and you. But not before the couple sent you both respective winks. To which you both rolled your eyes at.Â
âI like the fake blood.â The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. He struggled to not bring a hand up to his chin where the bright red liquid had surely stained his skin. He took in the rest of your outfit quickly, the sunglasses tucked into your hair even though it was night time, the sandals adorning your feet and the solid colored flowy pants that matched the leaves in the Hawaiian shirt you were wearing.Â
âI have no idea how Iâm gonna get this stuff off later.â The sentence was true, the girls hadnât told him how to clean the makeup. The only thing they had told him was to not mess it up. Mallory had actually pointed a sharply pointed end of a makeup brush his way while Stephanie uttered the words to him, a threat more than a suggestion.Â
âA wet washcloth should do the trick just fine. If not then a few makeup wipes should help.â You had cocked your head to the side as you assessed the cheap pale layer that had been smeared across his face. He racked a hand through his hair, working loose some of the hair gel that had been slathered on the dark locks.Â
âThank you for the tip. Iâll be sure to file that information down for later.â He gave you a thankful smile to which you waved your hand in a dismissive way, as if to say no problem. It was that moment he noticed just how much younger than him you seemed to be. A little bit of worry gnawed on his brain.Â
âHow do you know Gina and Solomon?â You picked up a glass of punch that had been pre-filled after eyeing the ingredients and scanned the table of snacks as you asked the question. He shifted from one foot to the other as he answered the often asked question. Relief flooding through him that you were a new person, meaning you werenât going to ask about his ex wife. Â
âIâve known Solomon for years through work. How do you know the couple?â He took a sip of the Jack and Coke he had snagged from the kitchen earlier in the night as he once again eyed your outfit. This time he could read the word on your name tag which simply said City.Â
âI actually ran into Gina a couple of months ago at the library. I was donating a few of my books. She happened to be doing volunteer work reading for the little ones. We struck up a conversation over my work. She then graciously invited me to her book club and weâve been friends ever since.â Your eyes lit up as you finally found a suitable food grabbing a plate with a cheesy spider web design and adding a few fruits, vegetables, cookies and plain pretzels.Â
âYou said you were donating your books. Were they ones youâve read enough to be satisfied to donate or ones youâve had forever and never gotten around to reading?â You picked up a snap pea from your plate, peeling away the string and snapping off the ends.Â
âI actually wrote a children's book. I was dropping off a few copies of it!â Beau let out a surprised hum at your response. Taking in the way your eyes got slightly wider on the topic of your work. You ate the snap pea quickly before working on the next one on your plate.Â
âHave you written many books?â He decided he wanted to keep the light in your eyes so he would ask you as many questions as he could think of. Plus it got the topic off him, when people heard about his work they typically questioned him relentlessly about it.Â
âThis was the second book in the series. I am contracted for two more of this series before being able to move on.â you seemed to ponder what you said for a second before adding on.Â
âNot that I want to move on from it. I have actually grown quite attached to the characters. I know my brother is just as reluctant to move on as I am.â you popped a strawberry into your mouth at the end of your sentence.Â
âIs your brother a co-author?â He watched as you cleaned the corner of your mouth with your thumb before wiping the liquid on your napkin he hadnât seen you pick up. He found himself already desperate to feel your lips against his own. But quickly shook his head to clear the thought away, focusing on your conversation once again.Â
âHe is actually an illustrator, thankfully. I was dreading having to find an artist when he stepped up.â a grin took over your features at the mention of your brother. Another topic seemingly important to you he decided, filing it away for later.Â
âIâm assuming you work for the Navy?â he straightened his body a little bit, pride evident in the way he held himself. Even if he was reluctant to talk about his job he seemed to want to please you in any way he could. Plus he was very proud of the position he held.Â
âI am Vice Admiral at the local base.â Even with the cheap costume on you could see the way he flexed his arms and chest as he spoke the words. Seemingly puffing himself up with authority. You werenât complaining though, drinking in the way he simply existed in this moment.Â
âOh youâre Cyclone then!â The realization seemed to hit you in one foul swoop. From the look on his face you could tell he was confused. Your cheeks heated as he gave you a bit of a bewildered look.Â
âGina and the girls talk about you all the time. They all absolutely adore you. I can see why.â Beau preened under the praise. Something he didnât even know he was capable of until you uttered those words.Â
âWould you like to get dinner with me sometime?â It was his turn to blurt out words. He couldnât help himself with the way your eyes scanned his form. Then he remembered just how ridiculous he looked and he felt his throat closing slightly.Â
âI would actually love to have dinner with you. Iâm free this Friday if that works for you?â Your eyes crinkled at the side from how wide you were smiling, teeth on full display, lip gloss shining slightly in the dim light from the pumpkin lights lining the top of the room.Â
âFriday works great, do you have anywhere in mind?â He wasnât really sure of any good restaurants around town. He hadnât been out much since even before his amicable divorce. He preferred eating at home rather than going out.Â
âWe could make dinner together at my place. That way we can actually get to know each other without the awkwardness of being in public?â You were nervous as you asked the question, taking a large gulp of the untouched punch you had set down on the table beside you. The flimsy material of the cup with a matching spider web as the plate you had, left with an indent from your teeth as you chewed on it anxiously waiting for his response.Â
âDinner at your place sounds lovely. I can bring a bottle of wine if youâd like?â Your shoulders released some of the tension they held as he agreed to your proposition. You nodded in reply to the question, losing a breath as you did so.Â
âIâll give you my number and we can decide a time and what to have tomorrow.â You set the plate of mostly eaten food on the table. Then slipped your phone out of your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. He typed in his number quickly before sending out a quick text to himself. He then slipped his phone from his own pocket, asked you how to spell your name and then added you to his contacts.Â
âCan I ask you a question?â He seemed almost sheepish as he spoke, you simply gave him a reassuring nod telling him to go ahead.Â
âWhat in the world are you dressed as?â you giggled at his words, your fingers playing with one of the buttons on your shirt.Â
âI guess it isnât as obvious as I hoped it would be. Iâm dressed as Paradise City. The Guns Nâ Roses song.â Recognition dawned on him as he took you in once more, the outfit fit for a beach and the City name tag did kind of give it away.Â
âGuess I was too distracted by your beauty to figure it out.â He wasnât sure where he got the confidence to say the words from but he was happy he did. The way your nose crinkled at the compliment and your feet shifted told him you seemed just as nervous as he did. Which gave him some relief.Â
You guys ended up talking for the rest of the night, eventually moving away from the snack table to the porch outside, where he gave you his cape to fight off the slight chill of the October night. You promised to give it back to him when you saw him Friday as you climbed into your car and he waved you off telling you he wasnât worried about you stealing it. Which you would laugh about years down the road as you had never given the cape back, it had ended up finding a home in your closet instead. He decided it was worth it in the end.Â
A/N: This little piece was written for the Rocktober event @roosterforme is hosting! Thank you everyone for reading! As always likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!
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King Steve's Halloween Party
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You looked yourself over in your vanity mirror. Your eyes traveled from your teased hair, to the sparkly eye makeup that enhanced your eyes, then to your costume. It might have been kind of basic to go as a witch, but yours was a sluttier version of the classic Halloween costume.
Your tight, black dress exposed just the right amount of cleavage, but it was shorter than you were comfortable with, so you wore matching fishnets underneath. You usually didn't wear such revealing clothes, but it was Halloween and you also wanted to show off a bit for the host of the party you were going to later.
You smiled as you thought of him, and how he personally invited you to his party, last week during English. He had chosen the desk behind yours at the start of the semester and struck up a conversation with you almost immediately. You tried to resist his charms, as his reputation definitely preceeded him.
You proved an easy target, though, as you soon looked forward to seeing him every day and his perfect hair and plump lips.
You wondered when he'd finally ask you out, and that moment came when he invited you to this party.
The honking of a car's horn snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly slipped into your black heels and grabbed your witch's hat and purse, before hurrying out of your room.
Excited screams could be heard from your friends as you approached the car.
"Damn, you really went all out for Steve, didn't you?" Your best friend Lauren teased, as you slid into the passenger seat.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you deflected, while she narrowed her eyes.
"Come on, we all know you have the hots for him," your other friend Nikki interjected, from the backseat.
"Is it that obvious?" You asked, turning to look at her.
"Yes!" The two girls said in unison, before laughing.
You blushed, while also laughing. You couldn't help your crush on him, but if it was that noticeable to them, then he probably picked up on it, as well.
A nervous pit formed in your stomach during the drive to Steve's house. You wondered what he would be dressed as, if he decided to dress up at all. You knew he'd look good no matter what he wore. He was so effortlessly handsome, it bordered on annoying.
After Lauren parked down the street, you all walked the short distance to his house. She was dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland, while Nikki was dressed as an equally slutty vampire.
Lauren could sense your anxiety and nudged your arm. "Don't worry, he's gonna love your costume."
"That's what I'm nervous about," you confessed. "What if he likes it too much?"
"Isn't that what you were going for?"
"Yeah, just...I don't know."
"Relax," Nikki said, draping her arms over yours and Lauren's shoulders. "You already know he likes you, so hopefully he'll get so turned on, he'll want to fuck your brains out."
You laughed at her crudeness. "That was oddly comforting, thanks."
"That's what I am, oddly comforting, " she also laughed.
The three of you finally reached Steve's doorstep and the thumping music could already be heard. After stepping inside his house, you were instantly greeted with the sounds of drunken cheers and overwhelmingly loud music.
"Come on, let's go find the kitchen and get some drinks," Nikki loudly suggested, leading both you and Lauren further into the house and into the sea of people.
You couldn't believe you were actually in Steve's house, at one of his famous parties. Your anxiety then crept back in at the thought of seeing him. You tried to calm yourself the best you could, as you followed your friends into the kitchen.
There were several makeshift coolers sat out on the counters with different drinks to choose from. As you were chatting away to Lauren, you heard a familiar voice greet you.
"Ladies, I'm glad you all could make it."
The three of you turned around and were met with the sight of Steve dressed in a white bedsheet. It was tied over one shoulder, revealing his tan skin. You averted your eyes from the tiny glimpse of chest hair, as the sight of it made you feel faint.
"And what are you supposed to be? Caesar?" Nikki asked, mockingly.
"Its a toga, from Animal House, obviously," he replied, matter of factly.
"Oh, obviously," she nodded, trying not to laugh.
He rolled his eyes before focusing his attention on you.
"You...look gorgeous," he softly complimented, stepping closer to you.
"Yeah? You like it?" You asked, smiling up at him.
"I do, it's very sexy," he said, sliding his arm around your waist.
You hoped he couldn't see how he was making you blush.
"Why don't we go see who all's here," Nikki interjected, taking you by the arm and gently pulling you away from Steve.
"I'll see you later," you called to him, over your shoulder.
"Count on it," he smiled.
Before you could say anything, Nikki explained, "You can't seem too desperate, you need to make him want you."
"Judging from how he was looking at me, I think he already does," you challenged, as you both reentered the living room.
"Well, yeah, but you need to play hard to get for a little while. Make him beg for it."
"You are just a fountain of knowledge tonight," Lauren then intervened.
"Let's just say I have experience with guys like him," Nikki defended. "I know how they think."
You remained at your friend's sides for most of the night, much to Steve's dismay. You caught him in your periphery staring at you, but he would always look away whenever you glanced towards him.
At one point, you had become separated from Lauren and Nikki and found yourself talking to two football players.
Steve noticed and started making his way over to you.
"Sorry guys," he apologized, once he appeared at your side. "Can I steal her away for a minute?"
He then slipped his hand into yours and led you away from them. Your skin tingled at the feeling of him holding your hand.
He sat on an unoccupied couch, in the den, and pulled you down, onto his lap.
"You shouldn't talk to those meat heads for too long, you'll lose braincells," he warned, wrapping his arms around you.
"Thanks for rescuing me then, I guess," you laughed, draping your arm around his neck.
"Well, one of my duties as a good host is to make sure all my guests are looked after," he smiled.
"Oh..." you sighed, as he pressed a wet kiss against your cheek.
His hand rested on your thigh and lightly squeezed as he continued kissing you.
"So, like, you weren't jealous or anything?" You shakily asked.
"What if I was?" He softly asked, turning your head so you could meet his gaze. "I wanted the prettiest girl at the party for myself, and got tired of waiting."
His lips brushed yours, teasingly, before he kissed you. His lips felt amazing, tasting like a combination of beer, tobacco and mint. You didn't care, though, because it was Steve Harrington.
His hand moved up your thigh, under your dress. His fingertips teased you through your tights, making you whimper. You closed your legs and trapped his hand there.
"So shy," he breathed, against your lips. "You don't like it when I put my hand up your dress out in the open, like this? Where anyone could see?"
You shook your head.
"Good. Let's go somewhere more private, then."
"Ok," you quietly agreed.
"You're going to have to open your legs first," he smirked.
You felt a familiar heat rising to your cheeks when you released his hand from between your thighs.
He then led you upstairs, to his room. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out everything else around you.
Once he opened his bedroom door, you walked in first and went to sit at the foot of his bed. He couldn't keep the smug look off his face as he closed and locked the door.
You slipped your heels off and leaned back on your hands. He turned and crossed the short distance to you.
He also took off his shoes, before standing in front of you. You looked up at him, as his hand cupped your chin. He could feel himself getting even harder as his eyes traveled your face, then your chest.
"You look so fuckin' hot tonight," he breathed. "I bet you wore this just to drive me crazy, didn't you?"
You shrugged.
He licked his lips. "I know you did, angel."
He placed his knee beside you, on the bed, and leaned forward, causing you to lay back. He hovered over you, eyes darkening with lust. His hands then pinned your wrists to the bed as he leaned in close.
He ghosted his lips over yours, before kissing you deeply. A slight whimper escaped your lips when he licked his way into your mouth. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to touch him in some way, and he knew it.
His lips then trailed kisses to your jaw, then to a spot just underneath it. He lightly sucked on your skin, leaving a small purple bruise, in his wake, as he continued his descent down your neck.
You writhed underneath him, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache between them. You felt him smile against your shoulder, before kissing it.
He glanced up at you, satisfied smirk on his lips as he kissed his way across the tops of your breasts. He then released his hold on your wrists and your hands immediately went to his hair.
He moaned at the feeling of your fingers running through his sculpted locks.
"I fucking love this dress, but I want it off," he breathily demanded, looking up at you.
"If my costume's coming off, yours is too, Harrington," you replied, your eyes challenging his.
"Fair enough," he grinned.
"You'll have to unzip me," you added, as he sat up.
"With pleasure, angel."
You also sat up and turned, revealing the back of your dress.
He happily grasped the zipper and slowly unzipped it. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your bare back. His lips were soon pressed to the back of your neck, then to all the newly exposed skin.
You gasped slightly at the feeling of his wet lips on your skin. He placed his large hands on your shoulders and pushed the straps of your dress, off your arms.
"God, you're so beautiful," he lamented, as he kissed across your back.
Your dress was pushed down to your waist as his hands made their way to your bare breasts. You sighed his name as he cupped them and lightly squeezed.
Before he let himself get too carried away, he leaned in close to your ear and instructed you to lie back.
You turned your head to the side, capturing his lips in a kiss. Your hand snaked back into his hair, as you held him in place.
He eagerly reciprocated your kiss, with soft moans leaving his lips. He ended it sooner than either of you would've liked, but he really wanted to feel your skin pressed against his.
He stood up, hastily untying the knot at his shoulder. You did as he instructed and lay back on the bed, watching him. He was having trouble getting it untied, but the sheet eventually pooled at his feet. He was left in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that made your mouth water.
Seeing his muscular thighs made you even hotter for him. Everything about him like this was appealing.
He crawled back onto the bed and hovered over you again.
"I've fantasized about having you here, like this," he confessed, leaning in close. "All those times in class, all I could think about was getting you into my bed-" He paused to kiss you. "-And making you scream my name all night long."
You whimpered at his confession, lightheaded at the thought of King Steve actually fantasizing about being with you.
He then kissed you hungrily, rendering you thoughtless. It held such intensity that you felt yourself melting into the mattress.
"Don't tell me you haven't had similar thoughts about me..." he panted, pulling away only to catch his breath.
"I have," you answered, meekly. "I wondered what it would be like to feel your lips on mine..."
"And did it live up to your expectations?"
You nodded. "They felt even better than I ever could've imagined."
"Imagine how good they'll feel when I kiss other parts of your gorgeous body," he breathed, against your lips, before kissing you again.
"You've also fantasized about that too, right? Having my head between your thighs, my tongue lapping at you..." he continued, in between kisses. "And my fingers fucking your pretty pussy..."
"Y-Yes," you sighed, already unraveling at his words.
"I knew it," he grinned. "I knew you pretended to be all innocent at school, when you were secretly dying for me to fuck you."
"To be fair, that's what, like, half the girls at school also want..."
"Yeah, but I don't care about them. You're the girl I've had a crush on all year, so..." he then revealed.
You smiled. "You really like me that much?"
"Obviously," he also smiled, making you giggle.
You pulled him into a kiss and each of your smiles faded as it became more lustful.
His hand glided down your body, stopping at the waist of your tights. He slowly moved lower and cupped you through the sheer fabric. You gasped into the kiss, making him smile.
He then raised his hand back up and slipped it underneath both your tights and panties. He ran his finger over you and lowly moaned.
"Fuck, angel, you're so wet for me..." he breathed. "I didn't know you liked me that much..."
"Sure you didn't," you remarked, as he gave you a look.
"Yeah, you're right. I already knew you had it bad for me," he continued, before kissing you again. "You practically had hearts in your eyes every time you looked at me."
"You're cute, what can I say?"
"I think there's more to it than that, angel," he replied, sitting up and sliding down your body to take off your tights.
You raised your hips to help him pull them down your thighs. Once he had them off your legs, he held your leg and pressed kisses from your ankle to your inner thigh.
You whined and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was much stronger and only tightened his hold on you.
He smirked up at you, his face now between your legs. He pressed a kiss to your panties, moaning into it.
"I want to make all your fantasies come true tonight, angel," he softly began, his voice dripping with lust. "Starting with this."
He quickly pulled the dainty fabric down your thighs and tossed them somewhere in the room.
You felt the sudden urge to close your legs, feeling too vulnerable, too exposed to him. He placed his hands on your thighs, spreading and keeping them open.
"Still so shy..." he mused. "You don't need to be shy around me, honey, I only want to make you feel good."
He looked up at you, eyes darkening with desire.
"I'll stop if you want me to, ok?" He said, his thumbs lightly caressing your skin.
You nodded.
He smiled before parting your lips with his tongue. You gasped his name as he just lapped at you, to start.
"Oh angel, you're even sweeter than I imagined..." he panted. "Like the best fucking dessert."
His words sent your head spinning along with the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.
He licked and sucked on you, while your hips bucked underneath him. Your back arched and your fingers clawed at his scalp as he ate you out.
You whimpered when he slipped two fingers inside you, and began pumping them vigorously. He was starting to lose his hold on your legs, as you kept writhing and squirming.
"S-Steve..." you breathed, when you felt him add a third finger.
"I need to get you ready for me, honey. I don't want it to hurt when I fuck you," he breathlessly explained.
You threw your head back, against his pillows and alternated between moaning curses and his name.
He glanced up at you, then slowly withdrew his fingers. He sat up, on his knees and placed them between his lips.
You watched, dazed, as his eyes rolled back as he sucked on them.
"Christ, honey, you have the sweetest pussy," he smiled, crawling over your body.
His face hovered above yours, just gazing at you and how pretty you looked, already a mess from his affections.
"How're you feeling?" He then quietly asked, nuzzling his nose against yours.
"Pretty good," you smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.
"Good, but I wanna make you feel even better," he replied, against your lips.
He then kissed you slowly, passionately. He let his body fully engulf yours, by pressing more of his body weight against you. He fully overwhelmed your senses now, with the scent of his cologne and hairspray, almost suffocating you. It was like he was too close, yet still not close enough.
"You ready for me, angel?" He softly asked, his lips brushing your cheek.
"Yes, I need you," you replied, bashful.
"I need you, too," he breathed, into another kiss. "I'm literally aching for you."
You sighed into his kiss, unsure if you'd be able to handle sex with him, mentally or physically.
He climbed off the bed to take off his shorts, which at this point, left little to the imagination.
You bit your lip at the sight of his throbbing length, now knowing all the stories you heard about him were true.
He fished a condom out of his nightstand and quickly tore open the foil packaging. He then rolled it onto himself before climbing back onto the bed.
He positioned himself between your legs and pressed his body against you once more. You had to resist gasping, as it felt like all the air was being pushed from your lungs, and nothing had even happened yet.
His hand then stroked your cheek while he gazed at you, softly.
"Are you ok?" He asked, with traces of a smile.
"Yeah, this is just one of those moments I never thought would happen," you admitted. "Its surreal, you know?"
He nodded. "I get it. I know how my reputation makes me sound, but I'm really not that much of an asshole."
"I hope not," you laughed.
"If you give me another shot after tonight, I'll prove it to you," he replied, hopeful.
"I'm pretty sure you've already guaranteed yourself another shot with me," you smiled.
He bit his lip before pressing his lips to yours. Your hands immediately went to cradle his face as he slowly eased himself into you.
You hadn't felt anything like this before, as he was definitely bigger than anyone you'd been with.
You each moaned into the others mouths as he pushed himself all the way in.
"Fuck..." he breathed, in a drawn out breath. "How's it feel, is it too much?"
"N-No, it's good..." you said, ragged.
"Yeah?" He asked, as he slowly moved his hips.
"Yes...oh S-Steve..." you gasped, already overwhelmed by him.
"You feel so good, honey.....fuck..." he praised, thrusting a little faster.
You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to push himself even deeper.
You were now truly gasping for air, as he was so deep inside you, and thrusting even faster.
He buried his face in your neck, leaving new love bites, as he relished how you took every inch of him.
"Still good, angel?" He asked, his voice muffled against your skin.
"Y-Yes, so fucking good...don't stop, please..."
"Oh, I won't..." he replied, breathless.
Sweat covered your bodies as you each worked up to your releases. He licked the perspiration from your neck, up to your ear, illiciting an obscene moan from you.
" Kiss me..." you pleaded, not caring how needy you sounded.
He immediately pressed his lips to yours for a wet kiss. You licked the sweat from his upper lip, which made him shudder.
"You're so fucking hot, oh my God," he breathed, before deepening his kiss.
His thrusts became sloppy and erratic, signaling he was close. You held him impossibly close as you neared your release. One hand was in his hair while the other was gripping his sweaty shoulder.
After a couple thrusts, you came undone around him, pulling him into a kiss, to muffle your cries of pleasure.
His kiss was equally sloppy as you sent him over the edge. He breathed praises mixed with your name, against your lips, as he kept fucking you, until he couldn't anymore.
Once the waves of pleasure washed over him, he stilled, on top of you. He pressed his forehead to yours, while breathing heavily.
"Shit...that was way better than any fantasy could ever be," he panted.
"It was," you replied, dreamily.
He then gazed into your eyes.
"You were amazing," he praised, as his hand cupped your cheek. "I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but that was the best sex I've had in a long time."
Your brain short circuited as you processed what he said.
"Really?" You questioned, as your eyes searched his for any trace of insincerity.
"Yeah, see, I knew you wouldn't believe me..."
"Its not that I don't believe you, I'm just surprised," you clarified, smoothing a hand through his hair.
"I guess I should've expected that, considering that it's me and everything," he replied, deflated.
"Steve, look at me," you softly instructed.
His eyes warily met yours.
"I believe you."
You then pulled him into a kiss, repeating that over and over, against his lips. He reciprocated your kiss and deepened it.
"Wait one second," he breathed, before pulling out of you, making you wince.
He carefully pulled the condom off and discarded it in a nearby trash can. He then returned to you, pulling you to his side.
"I knew there was something special about you," he revealed, as his hand gently stoked your hair.
You smiled, as you looked up at him.
"You'll be good for me," he continued, "in more ways than one."
"Does that mean THE Steve Harrington is now a one woman man?" You playfully asked, making him laugh and roll his eyes.
"Maybe," he smiled, "though I'll need to take you on a proper date first, I think."
"You mean this didn't count?" You pressed, with an exaggerated pout.
"Well, yeah, but I don't want you think that's the only reason I wanted to see you tonight..."
His insecurity crept back in causing you to lean in and kiss him.
" I know how you feel about me," you quietly said, gazing into his troubled eyes. "I know your feelings for me go deeper than just hooking up at one of your parties."
"Like I said, you'll be good for me," he smiled before pulling you into a passionate kiss.
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Hi Zoey! How are you? I know you are a Tech girl and so am I. I thought maybe you can give us Tech girls some fun and fluff? Any scenario you want. I'm aware that you work a lot these days and don't have much time for writing anymore, and you are still drowning in requests, but maybe some self indulging Tech Fluff makes your day? Maybe something related to any holidays coming up around the time you get to read this? Take care of yourself, don't let anybody or anything get you down đ
Aloha!
You know, this requests dates back to July, and Halloween is coming up. Not sure if I should laugh or cry about that đ
And yeah, it's still the same. I'm sorry I'm so late with this!
Okay, that's actually really sweat, some Halloween themed Tech Fluff 𧥠Thanks for this request đđ§Ą
Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - A First Date With Tech On Halloween
First Date/Shy Tech/Fluff/Slightly Suggestive/Shy Idiots In Love
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>Master List<
He flinches as a hand lands heavily on his shoulder. Tech sighs softly and turns to face the owner of the hand.
"Crosshair," Tech says, more or less surprised, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger.
"What are you wearing?" asks Crosshair who critically furrows his brows and gives his brother a questioning look.
"A costume," Tech says matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I can see that, but why? Isn't tonight your first date with that chick you've had the hots for over months?"
Tech looks at the Sniper and shakes his head, "Hots for her? I wouldn't call it that."
Crosshair smirks, "What do you call it then?"
Tech shrugs and says, "I admire her. I like her, her smile, the way she talks, her good heart."
Crosshair laughs softly and says, "Oh, so you just so sneakily stole her shirt when we were all together at the beach, and regularly smelling it, hiding it under your pillow, because you totally just like her to a normal degree?"
Tech freezes, blinks several times. He's an incredibly bad liar and when he answers his voice is way too high.
"I don't know what you mean"
Crosshair snickers.
"Sure. Anyway," he says, pointing at Tech's outfit, "That still doesn't explain the costume"
Tech wears a black suit, cape and leather gloves, in his mouth a perfectly fitted, homemade set of fangs.
"It's Halloween, when we were talking about it the other day she said she loves Halloween, the costumes, decorations, scary movies, well everything that goes with it."
"And you're going as a vampire?" asks Crosshair critically.
Tech smirks with one of the fangs briefly showing.
"Not just any vampire," Tech says with a gloved, raised finger, "Dracula, the most powerful of all vampires."
Crosshair crosses his slender arms in front of his chest and raises his brows.
"Is there any particular reason for this choice?"
Tech smiles dreamily and says, "The myth of the vampire is probably the most romanticized, I just hope she likes it."
Crosshair laughs softly and says, "I think you mean sexualized."
Techs ears turn red as he replies, "No, I didn't mean that at all"
"Of course not" the Sniper replies sarcastically, shoving a couple of condoms into Tech's jacket pocket, "Anyway, just in case"
Tech frowns, getting hot and cold. The thought alone makes him super nervous. He takes the condoms back out of his pocket and puts them on the shelf next to the sink.
"I'm definitely not going to need these on a first date".
Crosshair picks up the condoms and says, "Definitely not with that attitude. Either way, I wouldn't rule anything out if I were you, Dracula" and puts them back in Techs pocket again.
But Tech takes them out again and puts them back on the rack.
"Don't do that. She's a decent woman, and I want to do this all right. No condoms on the first date," he grumbles, adjusting his goggles again.
Crosshair rolls his eyes and says, "Let me guess, you've been reading another one of those guides that you're sticking to now?"
Tech's ears turn red again, and he asks defiantly, "So what? I lack experience, what's wrong with getting some tips and information?"
Crosshair grabs him by the shoulders and says emphatically, "Get it from me, not from the holonet"
Tech sighs and says, "No offense, but your acquaintances rarely last longer than a weekend."
"Because that's what I want," the Sniper grumbles.
Tech sighs, "But I want... something real, lasting, something genuine, not a short adventure"
Crosshair smiles and says, "She must be something special if she can coax uptight Tech out of his hiding place"
Tech says indignantly, "I'm not uptight.... just a little shy and maybe a little picky"
"And insecure, shy as a little baby and a virgin and-"
Tech interrupts him angrily, "Stop it! You're making me more nervous than I already am!"
Crosshair smiles mildly and says softly, "Sorry. Don't worry about it, you'll be fine, I'm sure the date will be great"
"You really think so?" asks Tech uncertainly, tugging at his clothes.
"Yes, but only if you're on time for the date."
Tech looks at his watch, startled.
"Oh my gosh, I have to go!"
When Tech rings your doorbell, and you open the door for him, he looks breathless, as if he's been sprinting. He's a minute early, so he's not really late.
You look him up and down. He looks great, his slender body in the black suit and cape. As he smiles at you, you also see the fangs.
"What is this handsome vampire doing at my door?", you ask, playfully dramatic.
You see his ears turn red and his smile widen a little. Then he shows his fangs for a second and says just as dramatically, "I came to have a taste of the supposedly sweetest blood there is, the blood of an angel"
You both chuckle and blush a little, while Tech nervously rubs the back of his neck.
Tech eyes you and your costume and smiles.
"You look great," he says softly, "Very in character for you."
You wear a delicate white dress, little angel wings and a halo made of wire and gold foil. You have long thought about how you should dress up. Finally, you decided that you wanted to appear lovely and unobtrusive and chose this costume.
"Thank you," you say, smiling broadly.
Tech wants to give you something.
At first, you think he's holding out a bouquet of flowers, but it's a lot of different Halloween candy, creatively arranged into a colorful bouquet that just looks like a bouquet of flowers.
"Clever," you say delightedly, and accept the present with a smile on your face. "What a lovely idea!"
Tech straightens, proud and pleased that both his costume and his token are well received by you. He enters the apartment after you invite him in. Your apartment is relatively dark, lit only by many small jack-o'-lanterns and a string of skeleton lights that snakes along the ceiling throughout the apartment. The whole apartment is decorated and the smell of a wonderful pumpkin soup wafts in from the kitchen.
He follows you and can hardly believe his luck, his heart beating up to his neck as you grab his hand and gently pull him with you into the kitchen.
You eat the soup together by candlelight and keep smiling at each other. Tech is unaccustomed to silence, but he smiles much more than usual, and your heart melts every time he shyly avoids your gaze only to look back at you.
"This is delicious," he says, enthusiastically agreeing to a second serving.
After dinner, you go into the living room where there are already two plates of cookies you baked yourself, in the shape of Halloween pumpkins with orange icing and in the shape of ghosts with white icing.
Tech looks at your movie collection in amazement, you have tons of them on Holodisc, a huge shelf of them, most of them scary and horror movies from 'family friendly 'barely legally available'.
"You're really into Halloween and scary movies," he says with a smirk.
"Do you want to pick the first movie?" you ask him.
Tech spreads his arms and says, "If you'll bear with me, I'd love to. This is a huge collection, I'll have to take a closer look."
Of course, he has his holopad with him and uses it to help him choose. He chooses an older film with practical effects. And during the movie, dear Tech slowly wakes up from his shy silence. He enthusiastically explains how most of the effects work and even bravely puts an arm around your shoulders when you get startled during one scene, not knowing you just played the scared girl.
As Tech gestures wildly with his free arm to explain things, something falls out of his pocket and onto the floor. You both bend down and grab it at the same time. Three condoms.
Tech's eyes are suddenly huge behind his goggles as you look at him.
"Condoms?" you ask, surprised.
"They're not mine," Tech blurts out in near panic.
"You carry around other people's condoms?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
Tech hastily straightens up and puts the condoms back in his jacket pocket.
"Crosshair," he mumbles to himself, looks at you and says, "My brother must have slipped these into my pocket when I didn't notice. They're really not mine. I didn't have any ulterior motives, I promise. Except for the arm around your shoulders and maybe a chaste goodnight kiss, later."
You smile, suppressing a grin. He was adorably cute looking at you, so nervous and shy.
"Okay."
"Okay?" he asks softly.
" That means I believe you, Tech."
He smiles in relief, leans back again and gently puts his arm around your shoulder once more.
"Are you okay?" you ask quietly.
"Of course, everything's fine," he says hastily, tightening his shoulders. A little calmer he adds, "You know, I want to do this right, our date, that thing between us. I'm not interested in rushing into anything or having a fleeting adventure."
You lean against him and put your arms around him, whereupon he lets out a shaky breath.
He suddenly laughs softly, as if getting rid of some nervous tension.
"I like that," you say quietly, leaning against his chest.
"Very good," Tech says contentedly, "Then nothing can get in the way of that good night kiss later."
You grin to yourself and say softly, "Perhaps even two kisses?".
Tech clears his throat and says just as softly, "That's not really customary as far as I know, but we could make an exception"
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Motley Crue head cannons for Halloween/fall
Halloween/fall headcannons!
Pairings: Motley Crue x Fem!reader
Warnings: none, surprisingly hahah
Just headcannons on how Halloween/fall would be if you dated one of the boys.
Tommy
The two of you going all out for Halloween decorations outside and inside the house
Wearing matching pajamas which Tommy acts like he hates when heâs with his friends when Iâm reality he actually loves it
Doing matching couples costumes.
SILLY COSTUMES! Like hotdogs or peanut butter and jelly
Tommy loves handing out candy to the kids and complimenting their costumes, âWhoa! Thatâs a sick pirate hat dude!â
He ends up eating most of the leftover candy
The two of you snuggling up in blankets watching classic Halloween movies
Him pulling a prank on you by turning the power off in the house so itâs dark and then he runs after you wearing a scary mask before taking it off and laughing manically, âBabe itâs just me!â
You getting him back by scaring him when heâs in the shower
Baking Halloween cookies together
Nikki
Heâs very into the scary side of the holiday
So he drags you to as many haunted mazes and houses as possible
Itâs both fun and absolutely terrifying having things jump out at you
Heâs always something scary for Halloween while youâre usually something cute
Makes you watch all the Friday the thirteenth movies
Made the mistake of making you watch IT and you couldnât sleep for a good couple days
He likes to scare the trick or treaters. Like when they walk up to the porch, he has a mask on and stays still like a decoration. Then once they get the candy he jumps up and scares them.
Will enjoy when you make a pumpkin pie because who doesnât love pumpkin pie?
Tolerates watching âItâs The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!â For you because he loves you
He will wear matching pajamas cause he knows it makes you happy
Mick
Mick also enjoys scaring kids. Donât know what is about the bassist and guitarist but they love to scare kids on Halloween
Mick dresses up as a vampire every year courtesy of being called one 24/7. He makes a very hot vampire too
The two of you like quiet nights in, listening to halloween music on the record player and watching movies
He loves to help you bake cookies and other treats
Will not under any circumstances wear matching pajamas
But will carve pumpkins with you
Likes to read next to you on rainy fall days
You guys definitely adopted a black cat together
Vince
Always tries to get you to wear a sexy costume
It always works
Heâs usually a cop for Halloween because he thinks it makes him look cool
Watches classic horror movies with you
Doesnât like to scare kids but will scare the teenagers because itâs funny
Likes to eat your cookies you make
Sings Halloween songs to you in a lullaby when youâre about to fall asleep
Decorates the house in order to compete with the neighbors, âOur house will be the best fuckin house on this block.â
You just laugh and roll your eyes playfully
Heâs very protective of you when the two of you go to Halloween parties whenever someone scares you on purpose he gives them more than an earful
You take his daughter out trick or treating while he gives candy to the other kids
He also wonât wear matching pajamas but still does it anyways because he actually secretly likes it.
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