#halloween fic...trying to be spoopy

[kingkatsuki]

I'm asking everyone 👀 cause I need to know about bakujo

Shindou 👀 your boyfie takes you to a haunted forest or whatever to get you scared so you'll cling to him and it works.

But Bakugou is the best scarer there is, in the entire region no one can scare better than him. Mostly because of his adaptable and how easily he can read people.

So he always goes after pretty girls with shitty boyfriends just to get them to break up or see how shitty their boyfriend is for the fun and drama of it.

But you Jo, Bakugou is obsessed with you, has to fucking have you and is constantly scaring you and shindou in hopes you'll be his 👀

Kitten I’m so obsessed with this ask, because it would genuinely make the most amazing Kinktober/spoopy Halloween fic. And now I’m wondering whether we should’ve made our sever collab fake haunted forest vibes like this cause 👀

But I have so many ideas that can come from this!!

It’s your first date with Shindou, and you’re kinda grateful because it means conversation won’t have to flow too well because you’ll be distracted by the actors jumping out at you along the way, even if you’ll probably be getting closer than normal to him when you get scared and cling to his arm.

And maybe Bakugou sees you with such a sleazy looking asshole and decides you deserve way better than him. So he’s deliberately trying to scare Shindou, not you. Because then you’ll be free and he can take his mask off and play the hero— but of course you end up getting terrified and just hang on to Shindou even harder so it’s near impossible for him to get close to you. Until after the forest when he sees you grabbing a drink at the bar and he decides to come over to you?

And maybe Shindou is a shitty fucking boyfriend, because Bakugou recognised him and knows that you’re not the first girl he’s brought here— knowing that he must do it to have him look like a hero while these multiple girls cling to him for dear life. And Bakugou decides you’re way too good for this loser, so he decides to up the ante and get you for himself.

Or or or maybe he’s trying to scare Shindou, and instead he makes you cry so he’s pulling his mask up and breaking character so fucking fast to coo out apologies to you🥺

Or a sexy non-con idea where Bakugou manages to scare Shindou (and you) enough to spook him away, running out of the forest and leaving you all alone in that pretty dress you decided to wear. And Bakugou promises he’ll help you out of the forest and keep you safe, taking your hand and guiding you through the trees. But he’s got no intention of taking you to safety, pinning you against one of the old oaks as he keeps his mask on and fucks you against it.

But it also made me think of ghost!Bakugou, and picturing that Shindou thinks all the actors and everything in this forest are fake, and you can tell too. The jump scares are lame, and the decorations are almost an abomination, with fake spider webs hanging haphazardly in trees and those skeletons that are that yellow kinda plastic. But the moment ghost!Bakugou sees you, he knows he’s gotta have you. Whether your little boyfriend is scared off or not—

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: Oct. 27/23 (Spoopy Edition)

Happy Friday everyone!! It's almost Spoopy Day, so I've gone through my MFL offline list, picked four random fics that came up in my "Halloween" term search, and I'm promoting them here for you today!

AND the boosted fic this week is a mystery, so it works!!

Happy Haunting!!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Reichenbach Falls by VeeTheRee (M, 551,435+ w., 105/303 Ch. || WiP || Gravity Falls /  Multifandom AU || Alternate First Meeting, Gay Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Unilock, Summer Romance/Love, Fluff, Insecure Sherlock, Villain Mary, First Kiss, Slow Burn, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Canadian John, French Canadian Lestrade, Insecure Sherlock, Mystery, Domestic Fluff, Developing Relationship Summer Love, Light Angst, BAMF! John, Case Fic) – Two Canadians, two Brits studying in Canada, and an upkeeper walk into a Mystery Shack…. and live there. Summer holidays are here, and the step-siblings, Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes, find themselves in a boring town called Reichenbach Falls, Oregon, USA. It isn’t as boring as it seems, however, once Sherlock stumbles upon a mystery journal, and the author is unknown. The journal contains ciphers, a strange colour wheel, and information about magical creatures that are said to be looming in the Northwestern forests. With mysteries to solve in hand, he and Irene set out to get to the roots of the town, and the abrupt disappearance of the author of the journal. But they’re not alone - John Watson, quite the handsome nephew of the Mystery Shack owner Greg Lestrade, is on their side to help out, plus mess with Sherlock’s feelings, in a good way. Shenanigans, romance, fun, danger, and deductions ensue. Oh, and there’s also occasional SuperWhoLock and two dorky Winchester brothers to spark up the action later on. Part 1 of the Reichenbach Falls series

MARKED FOR LATER HALLOWEEN FICS

One Good Scare by blueink3 (M, 17,386 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Holmes Family, Parentlock, Misunderstandings, Family, Fluff and Angst, Jealousy, Halloween, Happy Ending) – Mummy invites Sherlock, John, and Rosie to the country for her birthday, which just so happens to coincide with the annual Harvest Festival, an event Sherlock loathes. With John seemingly making the wrong move at every turn and with ghosts hiding in each of their closets, what will it take for their (Halloween) masks to finally come off?

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (E, 24,823 w., 4 Ch. || 1980′s AU || Halloween, Action & Romance, Costumes, Costume Parties/Masquerades, Mutual Pining, First Kiss / Time) – Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but serial killers have the worst possible timing.

From a Well, Dark and Deep by Vulpesmellifera (M, 32,691 w., 18 Ch. || Post S4, Supernatural Elements, Horror / Milld Body Horror, Bed Sharing, Possession, Hand Holding, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Coming Out, Alternating POV, Nightmares, Caring John, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is desperately trying to reconcile his newfound memories and feelings within his transport—a transport that won’t quit with the nightmares and the strange, fiddly anxieties that crop up at the most inopportune moments. On the advice of his psychiatrist—not that he’s thrilled to be taking the man’s advice, but needs must—he's going to mark the anniversary of Eurus’ torments. That explains why he visits the well. What he finds at the well, though, is entirely unexpected. Meanwhile, John Watson has finally come to terms with something he’s ignored his entire life. He’s ready to share that something with Sherlock, except Sherlock isn’t acting himself. It's not the time for confessions, and John determines he must get to the bottom of his best friend's affliction before he can reveal anything. Part 3 of Vulpes' Halloween Johnlock

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

Requests back open

I have decided to re-open requests! I have been working on and planning some fics and I'm ready to take more requests atm

+Bonus for Spooky season!🎃

Feel free to send Halloween themed requests! Horrors, Fluff, Romance, angst in any spoopy way I will try to get to before the end of October!🎃👻

Papa wishes you a happy Spooktober!

[wolfiafuntime]

🦇🎃Halloween Requests: Open!🎃🦇

Okay, I know this is late, but I've been trying to come up with a fic for Halloween and haven't. So here's a Halloween thing!

I'll take spooky or spoopy requests X Gn! Reader for Genshin Impact, Twisted-Wonderland, and Obey Me (but not Nightbringer bc I haven't played it yet). These could be one-shots, scenarios, or headcanons; romantic or platonic. (soft) Yandere or not. Crossovers or AUs.

Some things I won't do is write smut (I'm uncomfortable with it), write romantic Fem! Character X Readers (this is mainly because I'm not interested in any of Genshin's women), and I won't write for more than ten characters at a time (if it's hc and scenarios).

If anybody's interested, then please make a request! I'll be taking them for the next month, in an effort to fight off Christmas.

Thanks for your time, and Happy Halloween!🎃🦇

[kelyon]

TMI Tuesday!

Hello Tumblr!

Welp, actual summer may be winding down but Kelyon's Summer of WIPs is still going strong! I'm really proud of what I've accomplished so far, and I've got a workable plan for how to finish the rest of it. Have a taste of my schedule!

Beasts: A Golden Cuffs Story is next on the docket, tentatively scheduled for September 8th. This is story of the multi-Rumple gang bang. More excitingly, I've figured out how to incorporate feelings into the smut! And I've tied it into the overarching Golden Cuffs/Golden Rings continuity! That's what everyone is here for, right?

Up next is Urges, my Beauty and the Beast smut. I'm not sure if this will be a short multi-chapter or a very long one-shot. Also not sure how to end it. (Basically the questions would be a) if the Beast's curse could be broken by True Love's Fuck, and b) would Belle be okay with her animal husband turning into a human. I'll figure it out. This will come in between September and October.

If it's October, it must be spoopy spider time! The long-awaited chapter 6 of Nephila will be up in time for Halloween. Not so much smut in this chapter, but plenty of plot and character development!

I'm only planning on posting one fic in November: Flirting With the Condiments, the follow-up to Begging on His Bended Knees. This is where we get Domme Belle and Sub Rumple on a date--and then a very sexy after-date in the Library.

Then, at the beginning of December, with GOD AS MY WITNESS, I will post Solstice. It's such as small idea of a fic, just a sweet moment between everybody's favorite dark wizard and his maid. I've promised myself I'd write this for like three or four years now, and I am FINALLY going to do it.

At last, to wrap up 2023, I'll be doing the Rumbelle Secret Santa. Can't wait to find out what I'll make for that!

All of this is assuming there are no major catastrophes in my life or on the internet. I try to leave enough room in my schedule for minor crises, but I never know what might knock me on my ass. But planning for good things makes me feel accomplished, which actually makes me more likely to accomplish things!

Going back to what I've already accomplished, Contract came out on Friday! It's gotten a good response comment-wise. I'll be interested in what questions come from that fic. I do want to put it out there that I'm open to questions about kink. In general terms, of course. I don't need to talk too much about my personal life, but I'm always interested in the free sharing of information. Contract especially was written as a kind of "educational" fanfic. So yeah, if you want to know more about something I talked about, feel free to ask.

As always, I'm open to questions about anything. I'll reblog another ask meme. I've got a ton of the things saved, and I love posting them and then letting them evaporate into the ether.

Have a great day, everyone. Take care of yourselves and be amazing!

Contract is here

My inbox is here

[vinetae]

BTS OT7 + Other Masterlists I love

!Credits to all owners!

Date: October 26th, 2022

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OT7 + Masterlists, and Poly!aus :

Study Sleepovers - BTS x reader (college!au, Smut)

Summary: Sleeping should make you feel refreshed and energized, so why do you feel sore and tired after you wake up instead?

Pairings: BTS ot7 x Reader

Tags: naive Yn, college students, dub-con somnophilia, yandere ot7, manipulation, smut, drugging, vaginal drug administration, noncon touching. (tags will be updated as i post more parts)

Warning: not for the soft-hearted, if this isn't your thing pls don't read it. This will be a yandere drabble series, but it doesn't reflect the BTS members in real life. Nor do I condone the actions that are done in this fictional series. It's just a story, that is all.

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Halloween Nights Masterlist ~All Members~

Just a bunch of small fics about the guys for spoopy halloween that's very close. This. IS. HOT.

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Between Us - Jungkook x F. Reader x Jimin + Namjoon x Yoongi (Smut, Poly!au, Slight Angst)

Summary: Just poly ish with BTS.

↬ genre: poly!au, smut [18+], slight angst

↬ summary: Jungkook gets caught being naughty at practice, which leads to Jimin joining in on the fun.

↬ wc: 9.8k

↬ warnings: cursing, pet names, sexting, bi bts members, oral sex, (f. giving and receiving), open relationship in established poly triad, fingering (f. receiving vaginal and anal), voyeurism, nipple play (m. and f.), spanking, dirty talk, marking/scratching/biting, edging (slight), mxm handjob, nooona kink, baby boy kink, switch!Jungkook, switch!reader, unprotected sex (vaginal and f. anal), double penetration, creampie, cum eating (male), angst

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MASTERLIST - thirstybtsthoughts

All content is 18+ unless it says otherwise!

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Addicted to Your Touch - PJM x KTH x reader (Smut, poly!au)

♡ pairing: Jimin x Taehyung x Reader

♡ genre: Poly!au (closed triad), boyfriend!au, fluff, smut [18+]

♡ summary: Y/n asks for a special Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriends, Jimin and Taehyung make sure to deliver.

♡ wc: 13k

♡ warnings: Straight up filth! MxM, unprotected sex, impregnation kink, spanking, fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, spitting, scratching, slight over-stimulation, oral (f&m receiving and giving), cream pie, snowballing mxm, marking, slight possessiveness, cum swallowing, dom! Jimin, switch! Tae, 

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A Night Out - KNJ x PJM x JJK (Namjoon x reader, Jungkook x reader, and Jimin x reader)

↬ genre: smut [18+], poly!au 

↬ summary: The boys are celebrating being back home in a nightclub.  Namjoon is excited to see his best friend/baby girl Y/N, only for Jimin and Jungkook to get their hands on her first.

↬ warnings: Pure filth! Choking, ice play, spanking, daddy kink, brat, voyeurism, cum swallowing, fingering, oral sex (giving and receiving), cursing, degradation, humiliation, multiple partners, alcohol use/mentions, cream pie, bondage, fingering, public sex

↬ wc: 8.8k

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Baby Talk - JJK x PJM x Reader (Pregnancy!au, Surrogacy!au)

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Summary: Y/N needed some money. Two extremely handsome men offer something of a lifetime. One thing though....

They're gay?

(a/n): I looked for forever to try and find the masterlist to this so I just gave up and put one of the chapter links instead. Enjoy! I love this story!

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—Movie Night (M) kth & pjm

⟢ pairing:  taehyung x reader x jimin

⟢ word count: 1k

⟢ genre + warnings: bff’s to lovers, mmf-threesome, nsfw 18+, explicit smut actions in the form of kissing, teasing, fondling, unprotected just the tip, cockTIP-warming

⟢ summary: Your best friends have never reacted to your purposeful wardrobe choices for weekly movie night, due to Jimin’s fear of ruining the friend group, until Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.

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titillating touches | mlist - ALL MEMBERS

come visit Blissful Hands for a place to relax and for you to let go of all your stress under the care of our top-tier masseurs who don’t hesitate to attend to every need of their clients with complimentary treatments! with an extended range of carefully developed techniques that are sure to satisfy all, whether you’re looking for a familiar treatment or venturing into something new, Blissful Hands opens its doors to take the best care of you!

(a/n): I actually was waiting so long for this!!! I'm so excited to read all of them, and you should too!

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THESIS IT [ix.Cortisol] - BTS x Reader

Pairing: BTS x reader; Jimin x reader

🍋 Genre: romcom, unveristy!au, medical!au, music!au, roommates!au, cafe!au, smut

⇢ Word Count: 7.2K

⌦ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, dirty talk, blind dating, sexual tension, mild smut, random dates might wreck you!

Chapters: | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii

[F.U.C.K.] CORTISOL is called the ‘stress hormone’. It’s responsible for body response to stress or danger, controlling blood pressure and reducing inflammation.

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therapy, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, yoongi x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook has an appointment with the Sex Doctor. *record scratch, freeze frame* Yup, that's him. You're probably wondering how he got into this situation. It has to do with Instagram, sad songs, and the existence of one rotten peach.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; discussions about love; more about feels / life than it is about the porn tbh; angst(?); smut (fem reader, voyeurism, v intense making out, m-receiving oral ft. tongue technology, face fucking, scratching); non-idol!AU - sadboi!Jungkook x Sex Doctor!reader x music producer, Sex Doctor!Yoongi, ft. JK's friend, Kim Taehyung; Jungkook’s > reader's > Yoongi's POV and each shift is another layer to the story

it's what you think it is, but also not yes, partially inspired by JK's actual Instagram stories

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summer in the soop - BTS x reader

synopsis. two siblings, two groups, one house. boys versus girls, simple as that. they can either enjoy the unsupervised mansion in the middle of the woods or start a war. summer, here they come!

🌳 the chapters will be archived » here

pairing. jungkook, taehyung, jimin, namjoon x oc's

genre. summer au + fluff + slice of life + angst + smut

word count. 3040

warnings. swearing and lots of teen fights :)

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Four’s a crowd || j.jk/k.th/p.jm

Pairing: MAKNAE LINE X READER

Summary: As a birthday present your boyfriends Jimin and Taehyung take you for a special stripping show, little do they know how attracted you’ll be to the officer and the acts you’ll be performing to win this new man’s heart and cock.

Genre: smut

Length: 1.5k

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good girl ⤑ ksj ft. myj ∙ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : )

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  hard dom!seokjin, hard dom!yoonji, sub!jimin, sub!reader, big cock!seokjin, thick cock!jimin, possessiveness, foursomes, lots of bdsm themes, lesbian sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mistress kink, sir kink, pegging, masturbation: female, praise, pussy eating, teasing - so much fucking teasing, edging, wet & messy sex, sex toys, masturbation, pussy slapping, bondage, blindfolding, gagging, dirty talk, degradation, praise, did i mention teEASING? and edGING?, nipple play, temperature/ice play, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slapping, handjobs, hair pulling, cock sucking, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum eating, cum swapping, cum smearing like rubbing cum into a body, spitting, slight choking, cum swallowing, also spit swallowing, lots of neediness, listen there’s so much edging and orgasm denial in this im surprised i haven’t gone mad, cum shots, cumplay, masturbation: male, rough breast/nipple play, biting, marking, scratching, joint pussy eating, grinding, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy style, riding, reverse cowgirl, two doms fuck each other n fight to have the upper hand, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, reader gets strapped, double penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal creampie eating, forced orgasms, creampie, aftercare ᵘʷᵘ ˘ ³˘



(a/n): Y-you have been warned....

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bitten & knotted | jhs + knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: as different as night and day, your two lovers have many differences, after all, one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. they have their similarities too, namely their supernaturally long life. something you don’t share. something they’re going to rectify tonight. supernatural au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vampire!namjoon x princess!reader x werewolf!hoseok

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff • smut • pwp (with more plot than was intended)

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 10k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, joon and hobi both have big cocks xxx, this is somehow tender and hard at the same time, threesome: mfm, dirty talk, slight body worship, light spanking, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, face riding, cock sucking, deep throating, gagging/choking (on cock), cum eating, degradation, praise, unprotected, sloppy seconds, rough sex, manhandling, hoseok goes feral, slight mentions of blood, cum play, spitting, knotting, breeding, creampie eating, slight mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, biting/marking

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bon appetit | m.list - ALL MEMBERS x Reader

Hunger is the yardstick with which we measure our ardor, and the meal is unity, a coming together so sacred and gratifying we as people have learned to make a feast out of our lovers. Culture to culture, heart to heart, our appetites have grown carnal. Fruit has become feminine, silky sweet, a sheen on the skin that lasts for days, binding the fingers together until we lick them clean; chocolate against wine wet lips a heady chemistry, one that always makes the blood take to yearning.

Our lovers are candy. Our lovers are drunk whole with our open mouths. Our lovers are the first bite of relief against our skin, a celebration of knowing how it feels to be wanted. Our hearts have craved the meaning that comes from a feast that grows beyond desire. Our bodies have been starving and we have always been hungry. So why not indulge with us, just a little? If we showed you, five times over, how it feels to eat your way into perdition for the sake of love could you learn to devour us, too? Well, then.

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Lucidity - ALL MEMBERS x Reader

☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (this chap is Taehyung x reader ft. Yoongi!)

☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, fluff, angst

☼ Count: 4.9K

☼ Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood, descriptions of injuries, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, grinding, some nipple play, big dick Tae (duh), guided sex, dom/sub undertones, voyuerism, exhibitionism, implied male masturbation, slight choking, lots of kissing, dirty talk, creampie

☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?

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All Wound Up (Tighter) | KTH, JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation (m), voyeurism, oral (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, threesome, orgasms

Word Count: 6K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Jungkook and Taehyung help you unwind.

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No Regrets | KNJ, JJK

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, there was only one bed!, Reunion!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: unrequited crushes becoming requited, 190811 Jungkook and platinum blonde Namjoon are the visuals, also both are gym rats so.... think "thick", excessive use of "Noona," lots of longing touches, implied threesome

Word Count: 1,000 on the dot!

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: One hot night spent lying between your friends Jungkook and Namjoon brings old feelings to light.

“Do you have any regrets, Noona?”

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birthday twist JJK x PJM x Reader

ㅡ pair: Jimin x reader ft jungkook x reader

ㅡ genre: pure smut.

ㅡ warnings: explicit unprotected sex. Threesome.

ㅡ W.C: 1.9k

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₍₍ ☆ the boyfriend headcanon series ☆ ⁾⁾

in this series i shared my humble opinions about how bts would love you, kiss you, take you to dates, how would react if you fight...

and in the second part of my writings it gets +18 so nsfw alert after the gif parts babies 👀

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- lav's thirst list -

this list is made of mature content. if you're a minor do not interact.

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BTS masterlist - lady-hunkyhair

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Butterfly Tattoo Studio - ALL MEMBERS x Reader (WIP)

ღ pairing: f. reader x piercer!Hoseok x Jimin

ღ genre: tattoo parlor au, piercing shop au, strangers to lovers, smut [18+]

ღ summary: Your fear of needles always kept you from getting piercings, but after a year of wanting a septum piercing, you swallow your nerves and head to the Butterfly Tattoo Studio. What you don’t expect is the piercer to be hot as fuck!

ღ: wc: 3.8k

ღ warnings: cursing, mention of nervousness, piercing of septum in detail, needles (and fear of needles), tattooed!hoseok, pierced!hoseok (nostril, septum, tongue), lightheadedness, making out, sex in a workplace (hoseok’s), fingering (f. receiving), spit kink, hair pulling, oral sex (f. receiving), vibrating tongue ring, mention of masturbation, squirting, hoseok kisses jimin

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Shhh… - BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k+ Rating: NSFW Genre: Smut or PWP Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Double Penetration, Cream Pies, Group Sex, Dirty Talk, Sloppy Seconds (kind of), Slight Voyeur Kink, Hint of Dubious Consent Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Jeon Jungkook Summary:  “Shhh sweetheart, you gotta be quiet. You don’t wanna wake up anyone, do you?”

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Let It Snow - (M)

pairing: yoonkook x f. reader

genre: poly au, established relationship, light smut [18+]

summary: the weather outside is frightful… Jungkook’s lap is delightful

wc: 747

warnings: cursing, marking (hickeys), making out, implied smut-threesome

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In the middle of the night... - BTS x reader

Pairing: Ot7 × Reader (Fem! Reader), Ot7×Ot7

Summary: Y/N is a Domestic cat-panther hybrid imprisoned by a psychotic animal-tester/researcher. By who? Why? Nobody knows. She somehow manages to escape by an mistake he made during a experiment resulting a huge fire. What will happen when 7 complete strange men find her?

Genre: Hybrid au!, Werewolf au!, Mates au!, Soulmates au!, Mentions of a/b/o, Secret Agent au, Supernatural, Fluff, angst, 18+, strangers×lovers, poly relationship.

!Warnings!: Anxiety, panick attacks, suicidal/destructive thoughts, (mentions of) abuse, mentiones of death and blood, (mentiones of) violence, Possessive behaviour, insecurity/self doubts, trust and abandonment issues, use of mature language (cursing), (much eventual?) smut.

Status: Ongoing

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BONA FIDES - PJM ft. KNJ

Summary: You’re in the CIA - trained by Kim Namjoon. Your target? Art connoisseur and international criminal, Park Jimin. Under cover at the Vante Gallery in Paris with your sidekick Jin and spy handler Yoongi, who comes out on top when love, lust, and the law intertwine?

TL;DR? It’s a love story with spies and smut.

Bona Fides: Proof of a person’s identity, used by spies to prove cover stories.

Pairings: Namjoon x OC, Jimin x OC

Genre: Secret Agent AU; Smangst; Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit 18+ 🔞 (most chapters)

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Mused obsession

Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.

⇢ Explicit [18+] ⇢ Xtremity: 10 (In it’s entirety.) ⇢ Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢ Genre: yandere, smut, gore ⇢ Warnings: Each chapter will have specific warnings.

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KNJ & JJK || In Paris

summary: Namjoon shows Jungkook how to pleasure a woman in the city of love.

tags: pure smut (18+), idol!jungkook x reader × idol!namjoon

warnings: threesome, unprotected sex*(don't do this), brief handjob/blowjob combo, innocent!jungkook, experienced!namjoon, vocal kink, smol praise

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Void - Part 1 (M) - ALL MEMBERS x Reader

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 7.9k 

Part 1 / ?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension

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(07) Ways To Kiss Your Hybrid

➻ rating | 18+

➻ genre | fluff - smut.

➻ pairing | park jimin x fem!reader x jeon jungkook

➻ au | hybrid - slice of life.

➻ word count | 7.3k+

➻ warning(s) | jimin and jungkook being soft, hybrid!reader, sugar daddy!jimin, sugar baby!jungkook & reader, the reader stutters when she’s nervous, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!receiving), voyeurism, first ‘i love you’s’, mutual pining, spit roasting, face fucking, lots of kissing

➻ date | 04.14.21

➻ synopsis | Jungkook and Jimin wanted a companion, someone to love and cherish and what better way to do that then with a hybrid. The moment they laid their eyes on you, they knew you were going to be the one they brought home.

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More to be added...

[cabinofimagines]

The Haunting of Camp-Halfblood, part one

Do you sometimes send “Poly!Solangelo ghost hunting” as a joke to your fellow admin bcus you hadn’t planned any Halloween fics yet and didn’t want to leave the first week empty? No? Well I did and it was a mistake on my part, because it started as a fun haha and now I have already written 3k words and am making it a two parter instead. 

Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Will Solace x Gn!Reader x Nico di Angelo Request: No, expect by my inner demons.  Warnings: Spoopy vibes, but not too scary? There are ghosts so ye Word Count: 2.1k

mlist - next >

-Asnyox

When Chiron summoned Nico to the Big House, Will and you were anxiously awaiting Nico’s return. You had asked Nico to teach the both of you some Mythomagic so you could play together and were rudely interrupted by Austin taking Nico away. Will was just talking to you about how it was unfair that his dad only had an advantage against flying opponents as Nico ran up to you, holding his sword and a purple pouch in his hands.

“Camp is haunted.” He heaved, taking a second to catch his breath.“What do you mean Camp is haunted?” You exclaimed as Nico grabbed both your and Will’s hands.“Camp is haunted!” And everything went black.

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As your senses returned to you, you noticed you were in Rachel’s cave, right outside the border of camp. You blinked a few times, before you noticed both your boyfriends were already checking up on you.

“How are you doing? Feeling alright?” Will asked as he softly cupped your cheek and looked you in the eyes. You nodded, leaning into his touch as he nodded in response. You looked over at Nico, seeing distress on his face.

“Sorry, I know you don’t like shadow travel, but we had to be quick.” He apologized and you stood up and put a hand on his arm.

“It’s alright, what’s going on?” you asked, and Nico relaxed a bit.

“Long story short, Alabaster and Paolo had found these crystals,” he held up a purple bag with a green string, “while they were out of camp, and using a spell of some sorts they accidentally let out the souls these crystals were holding.” You slowly nodded your head, urging Nico to go on, “So, this resulted in camp being haunted, and as they were explaining this to me, the ghosts took a hold of their bodies- which honestly I did not think ghosts could do anymore, but I suppose that’s why these particular ones were in these crystals.”

“They got possessed?” Will asked and Nico sighed as he nodded.

“Cool!” You exclaimed, “Sucks, but still cool.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a bit, “Anyways, how do we fix it?” you asked, “I am assuming we can’t leave camp haunted, right?”

“Can’t we? I don’t think it would make much of a difference as to how it is now” Nico joked, “It would be easier if anything.” You laughed but Will did not join in on the jokes, however.

“I think we have a serious issue right now, loves.” He sighed, being unable to hold back his smile, “I am assuming there is a strategy to this?” Nico nodded.

“We can get the ghosts back into the crystals simply by touching them with it, and if I can trust the package it came in it should seal them back into the crystals for good by using the code word ‘sigillum’, however,” Nico grimaced, “We need to first remove them from their hosts.”

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By the time you had come up with some sort of strategy, it was already turning dark. Nico had listed the pros and cons of starting the rescue when it’s dark, the most important pro being that the ghosts would be more visible once they were outside of their hosts. The sun was setting slowly, and it was still a few hours before curfew. You had to try and be done before then, because with the harpies on your back you could kiss your victory goodbye. With this in mind, you and Will divided the crystals between the two of you, 3 crystals each. You felt nerves creep up as a fluttering in your chest. Will quickly squeezed your arm as the both of you split apart.

You would have liked to say that the plan was simple, but a big part of it was built around assumptions and luck. Although, arguably most of demigod life was built around those two aspects. The first part of the plan had been sealing the borders around camp. At one point, with Nico losing control sometimes when he is upset, you had Alabaster teach you some easy sealing spells, to trap any undead in a temporary prison. At the time, you had feared how Nico would take it. You didn’t want him to think you feared him, so as you nervously told him you did not meet his eyes. Instead of him getting angry, he softly grabbed your hand, cupped your cheek and thanked you, a small smile on his face and a bit red in the cheeks. 

However, neither of you had thought it would come handy like this. Doing the spell this big did tire you, and you were nervous about whether it worked, but you had to at least hope it contained the ghosts within camp. You couldn’t have them possessing innocent mortals.  

The second part of the plan depended on separating the ghosts so you would tackle one at a time- trying to not have Nico overexert himself as he will need to pull the ghosts out of their hosts, before both Will and you try to catch it in a crystal as quickly as possible. However, entering camp was dangerous because Nico only knew of two possessions: Alabaster and Paolo. He had run as soon as he noticed two souls in each of their bodies, but he was not sure about whether the ghosts could possess Chiron or not. You all had hoped not, for that would be a tough one to take on.

The other four ghosts could still be looking for hosts and although you rather not have anyone possessed, you hoped they had found four other campers already. If you knew the body in which the ghost was, you could at least be sure it would need to expose itself before being able to possess one of you three, giving you a small opportunity to capture the ghosts.  You weren’t sure how hard it was for the ghosts to jump bodies, so you could not possibly know who was on your side. The three of you were each walking near each other, scanning the camp for any movement.

The Big House was near the camp border, and although it was a place that most definitely held a ghost, it also held your only option as to get rid of your curfew deadline. It was a gamble, but you really hoped that they only left one person to guard the Big House. 

As you made your way onto the deck, you crouched down, slowly walking towards a window in hopes of peaking in. Nico sat against the wall, waiting for a sign, as Will tried checking the other window for any signals of life. Will had not expected to be faced with Paolo however, and he let out a yelp as he scrambled away, just before a hand wrapped in green punched through the window. 

Immediately you were on your feet, running past Nico as you grabbed your sword and held it in front of you. Will sprung on his feet behind you. You shot Nico a quick look, and he nodded. Your hand went to your pocket as you grabbed a crystal, ready for whatever was to come. Paolo stepped out of the window, breathing heavily. 

“Paolo, if you are in there,” you gulped as he glared at you, his eyes filled with a void, “I am sorry if I hurt you.” you said as you stepped forward. You wanted to distract him, so Nico and Will could get him.You stepped closer to Paolo, but he barely seemed to care as he lurched for you. You quickly sidestepped and hit him with the blunt of your sword on his head, knocking him to the ground. Before he got the chance to  get up, you jumped on  him, holding him down with all your body weight, both of his hands restrained. You made eye contact with Nico.

“Go!” you urged him and a look of focus came on his face. As Paolo started to struggle against your hold, you let your sword drop, tightening your grip on his arms. You could see the ghost being pulled out of Paolo, there was a lack of facial features, yet you felt as if its grim smile had a hold on your body. You felt its cold non-corporeal form pass through your hands and into the air above you. As the ghost took shape before you, your arms weakened and your chest tightened. You should get away! Run! But- it was as if it was trying to suck out all your life-force, solely with the holes that should have held eyes. 

The ghost disappeared, replaced with Will standing there, muttering ‘sigillum’. It was as if a soft wind blew over you, feeling yourself no longer restrained by whatever that was. You wanted to chalk it up to fear- you were just caught off guard right? This was the first ghost after all, so now you knew what to expect. You noticed how Paolo was passed out beneath you, as if in some kind of slumber. He would probably wake up in due time. You tried to get up looking unbothered by what just occurred, however there was still some remaining numbness in your limbs making you stumble. 

“You alright?” Nico asked worriedly, he wanted to make sure that the ghosts didn’t hurt you too much. In his opinion you got way too close this time. You nodded and tried to send a reassuring smile. “It just caught me off guard,” you took a breath, “didn’t think the ghost would scare me that much? I’ll be fine, let’s see if we can find Chiron.” Will silently grabbed your hand and squeezed. Nico protectively stepped to your other side, as a guard. He was trying to give some sort of comfort as you made your way inside. He didn’t like that he didn’t manage to prevent the ghost from coming so close to you, but you had to keep Paolo down. Nico really hoped the other ghosts would be easier to catch, but he feared for the worse. 

The three of you were on guard as you entered the Big House. You first passed through the infirmary, which was entirely empty (who was on infirmary duty today?), and as you made your way to Chiron’s office, nothing happened. The door was closed, and Will stepped forward to open it. 

“Careful, we don’t know who’s in there.” you warned your boyfriend as he put his hand on the handle. “I only sense one soul in there, so I think there aren’t any ghosts in there,” Nico noted as he put his hand on your lower back, the gesture meant to calm you. You shot him a thankful look and focused back on the door, the pressure of Nico’s hand grounding you a little. 

As Will opened the door, you were met with the sight of Chiron with tied up legs. “Ah, young Nico, I see you have come back.” Chiron greeted you, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Nico seemed embarrassed. “I had my priorities,” he simply said as the three of you started working on untying Chiron. “I understand your partners are very important to you,” Chiron noted, “However, I have to ask how you defeated young Paolo? Or is he still possessed?”  

“He’s down for the count, but we have the ghost in this crystal.” Will got the crystal out of his pocket, and shook it a little before showing it to Chiron. You noticed how by doing so, the shine in the crystal moved around. You imagined that this was the ghost, in its little house, being shaken around until it got sick. Payback for trying to fight you. Chiron inspected the crystal, and the centaur nodded in approval. 

“So the three of you have a plan then,” Chiron looked at you, now freed from his bindings. “I would like to request you to get rid of this haunting. See it as a quest!” His tone feigned excitement as all three of you grimace. You weren’t too surprised by this, but that did not mean it sucked any less.

Chiron agreed to inform the harpies that they were off-duty tonight, giving you a bigger timeframe to find the ghosts in. Instead of a mere 4 hours, you were now in for a whole night of pain and fun!

[bubblyhoney]

spoopy couples costumes & activities

warnings: probably language

tags: dream team x gn!reader + bonus corpse husband x gn!reader

words: nunya

A/N: just realized two seconds ago halloween themed fics are literally my fav so i wanted to write something about who you two would dress up as and do the night of halloween :> also these costumes have literally nothing to do with gender, they might be gender coded and have feminine/masculine clothing but tbh wear what you want i bet it’s hot either way. also these guys are friends but not designated groups they’re just some of my fav streamers even if they aren’t all exactly mcyt

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dream:

ur bet ur bottom dollar he is a very simple man when it comes to costumes

he was definitely dressed as a highlighter one halloween in highschool and wore all his typical middle school boy neon clothes (you know the ones). thought he was a comedian for that one

maybe he’d like wearing a minecraft-themed sort of fit , like he’s a cactus and youre steve and you make prick jokes all night

kind of one brand tbh…

maybe you being two minecraft flowers could be a cuter one though, little bit more wholesome!

he’s for sure a scary adventure park enjoyer

takes you to one of those awful ones where the scary dressed people try to fight you and scare you

he’s the resident Big Man but metaphorically shits his pants when someone comes after him with a chainsaw

spends the rest of the night drinking an apple cider slushee and huddling close to you as you two watch small children jump like two feet in the air from a dude in a clown costume (come on, it’s a little funny)

george:

george likes costumes that are BARELY costumes

he’s like jim from the office on halloween. usually lazy and wearing whatever he wants

he definitely has pulled that name tag shit and wrote “ur mom’s bf” on it or something

literally begged you to dress up as two among us avatars

he doesn’t feel like doing any sort of party or function on halloween, so it’s really alright if you two have joke costumes

he does get you to venture on a walk later, hoping that strangers will think you’re kids trick or treating and maybe give you some free candy

but eventually you return home (with a mars bar from a mom dressed as grapes!) and settle in for the night

you just watch scream and shove candy down your throat the whole night. george insists you watch the conjuring but spends the last half of the movie hiding behind his fingers and jumping every time you absentmindedly play with the hairs on the back of his neck

sapnap:

he’s going as a pokémon trainer and that’s that.

you’re dressed as his favorite pokémon (i can’t remember it even though i sweated all of his pokémon streams don’t hate me) and it’s kind of a great play on words! he catches the light of his life by chance of a pokéball ;)

fixes his hat all night and fusses over if you can see his hair on the sides (“it’s too long Y/N!!! should i cut it off” which is just absurd)

he’s more of a partier on halloween; he wants to show off the brilliance that is your couples’ costume to anyone and everyone

interrogates strangers on if they know who you two are and actually ends up making friends with this IT person who could talk power ups literally all night and they truly do

goes home feeling very loved because not only does he now have a new pokémon nerd to vent to but you got him a toffee apple and held hands with him the whole way home

(BONUS) corpse:

corpsie boo likes spending as much time with you as possible

attached at the hip even when you get up from the couch to make popcorn

he’s a 90s creepy movie enjoyer

edward scissorhands, nightmare before christmas, hocus pocus, casper (christina ricci of course)

he literally treats those pumpkin tear-apart cookies in the tin like they’re the most prestigious hard to get delicacy of modern society

the night consists of movies n popcorn n cookies and caramel apple suckers , my personal fav

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A/N: this is a very low budget hc but enjoy! lemme know what you think and don’t be afraid to lurk in my inbox

[decembermoonskz]

THE MONSTER BESIDE ME (a TXT halloween writing collab) !!

“... not all monsters look like monsters. There are some that carry their monstrosity inside.” ― Fredrik Backman

𖥨 welcome to “the monster beside me” a halloween and fantasy-themed collab hosted by me, @/decembermoonskz  (i wanna say a quick thank you to @petrichor-han for talking and brainstorming this idea with me! love you rain!)

theme !! from spoopy fluff to scary horror, let your mind run wild as you pick a supernatural AU and create a story that gets you in the spirit of the spooky season! >:)

𖥨 masterlist (coming soon)

:: rules & guidelines !!  ︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷︶︶︶꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒷

𝟎𝟏. this collab is open for tomorrow x together and slots are on a first-come first-serve basis! there will be one (1) slot per member, however if the collab shows a lot of interest i’d love to expand it to two (2) slots per member! :)

𝟎𝟐. your work must be a oneshot (no smau or series please) with a minimum word count of 1.5k words, there is no max word count (go crazy haha). worried about not making the minimum? no worries! we’re all here to help

𝟎𝟑. this is a sfw collab so please no smut/explicit sexual content. non-explicit suggestive content is allowed. only 16+ writers are allowed to write suggestive content!!

𝟎𝟒. only “member x reader” and “member x oc” pairings please.

with member x reader pairings, please try to make your reader is as inclusive as possible! avoid specifying features/actions that may not apply to everyone, if you need help with that don’t worry, we can talk about it more in the discord server. gn!reader, fem!reader, masc!reader, are all accepted!!

𝟎𝟓. because this is a collab that has potential horror and scary themes (along with other graphic content: blood violence, g*re, etc.) please label ALL warnings at the start of your piece.

additionally, pairing(s), genre(s), warning(s), summary/synopsis, & word count must be at the start of your work. please place a read more after 500 words.

𝟎𝟔. this goes without saying, but plagiarism is not allowed whatsoever. you must credit any form of media you may use as inspiration for your fic. please put that credit for inspiration at the start of your fic. if it comes to my attention that any writer has plagiarized in the past/is plagiarizing, they will be removed from the event.

if you have any questions on how i want you to credit things, please don’t hesitate to message me (preferably through the discord server).

𝟎𝟕. you must be 15 years of age to apply for this collab!

please do not lie about your age and please if you are 14 but want to apply to this collab, please wait until you are 15 before actually applying.

𝟎𝟖. when you post your fic, please tag me (@/decembermoonskz) somewhere at the start (desc, a/n, etc.) and tag it with #collab:themonsterbesideme 

:: how to apply !!  ︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷︶︶︶꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒷

𝟎𝟏. to join the collab, simply DM me from my side blog (@bangchanisms) with the member you’d like to write for, and the supernatural AU you plan to write for. 

AUs can only be repeated twice! there are tons of options to choose from so don’t be afraid to get creative. if you don’t know yet, i’d strongly suggest waiting to apply until you have at least a vague idea of what AU you’d like to write for. 

𝟎𝟐. please have a discord account (or have the ability to make one) as the discord server will be used for all communications and updates on the event. 

𝟎𝟑. once you’ve been accepted, your name will be added to the slots with your member and AU, please reblog the post once you’ve been accepted. you’ll also receive an invite to the discord server via dm. :)

𝟎𝟒. please notify me in the discord server if there are any changes with you, url changes, deactivations, hiatus updates, etc. 

𝟎𝟓. this is a halloween collab, so the deadline is october 31st, 2022, and the final drop-out date is september 25th, 2022. your work may be posted at any time in the month of October (Oct 1st-Oct 31st).

if for any reason you must drop-out of the collab, please contact me and let me know (do not ghost), there will be no hard feelings at all, no matter what the reason is (you can’t meet the deadline, you don’t feel motivated to write, life things have come up, etc.). <3

if you cannot meet the deadline but do not wish to drop-out of the collab, please contact me asap and we can work something out. however, if you really don’t think you can take part, please don’t just hold the spot till the end of october, i’d like for everyone to have a chance at participating and let’s make a complete list of stories.

:: available slots !!  (5/5) ︶︶꒷꒦︶꒷︶︶︶꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒷

— SOOBIN ꒷꒦︶꒷ •ﾟ｡ @h0neydewmoon​ + werewolf!au

— YEONJUN ꒷꒦︶꒷ •ﾟ｡ @petrichor-han + ghost!au

— BEOMGYU ꒷꒦︶꒷ •ﾟ｡ @decembermoonskz + vampire!au

— TAEHYUN ꒷꒦︶꒷ •ﾟ｡ @delacyrose224​ + fortune teller!au

— HUENING KAI ꒷꒦︶꒷ •ﾟ｡ @soobisms​ + siren!au

copyright 2022 decembermoonskz, all rights reserved.

[chemicalpink]

Art Déco ♡ Park Jimin

➾ Pairing: Jimin x reader

➾ Genre: horror but more like spoopy (not spooky), kinda historical, smut, pwp really

➾ Event: @thebtswritersclub monthly theme "Spooky"

➾ Rating: 18+

➾ WC: 2k

➾ Warnings: reader is stuck in some type of multidimensional house, penetrative sex, talks about missing person, out of body experience (literally)

➾ Summary: When streaming pays your bills, is there really something you wouldn't be able to do?

➾ A/N: This was... something. ANYWHO please keep tuned for the rest of my Halloween fics

You make your way towards the lonely road, perhaps taking up a challenge that seemed straight out of a horror movie, even if it seemed to pay the bills as your viewers kept chipping in with incredible amounts of money.

“Okay guys, this is getting creepier by the second” you try and laugh it off, a particular comment in the stream getting popular by suggesting you go in further into the woods, down where it looks like there’s a building standing, even the thought of it makes you shiver, although you’re not sure whether it is a sudden rush of adrenaline or the cold wind hitting your skin “I don’t know you guys, wouldn’t that be trespassing?”

Yet your feet don’t seem to stop as they take you towards the beaten-up road, a few minutes of deadly silence on screen as you walk up to a very much outstanding building, the tall wooden door creaking as you push it open, surprisingly letting you in without much of a fight.

A bone cooling shiver going down your spine as you take the steps inside, body going into survival mode as your heart seems to want to escape your chest by the way that it was thumping against it, the stream in your phone going crazy with comments and tippings, perhaps this was really how real-life horror stories came to be.

“Hello?” your voice breaks against the absolute nothingness inside the house, a deafening scream leaving your lips as the door shuts close with a thump. Your viewers asking fervently for a tour around what seemed like a vampire’s home out of a 70’s movie. And really, who are you to deny them when they pay your bills.

Each step seems heightened as you pace the marble floors, your head whipping back as it feels like there’s someone watching your every step, a soft voice whispering your name as the wind passes by that leave your hair standing straight up.

After your audience urges you to walk upstairs, knees buckling with each step you take, yet the thought in the back of your head is very much present this is the most money you’ve ever made so perhaps it will be worth it if you come out of it alive.

Your eyes keep glancing desperately at your phone screen, somehow waiting for some kind of salvation. The house isn’t precisely abandoned, just very old and with a weird vibe in it as you venture around. Your phone screen seems to falter, flashing black a few times, as if losing connection when you make your way down a large corridor, a humongous painting of a young beautiful man that seems to watch every step you take, his silver hair swept neatly behind, piercing gaze full of boredom, the moon shining through the dome overhead, illuminating his profile, perhaps this was the owner of the house, some tragic backstory to how the place ended up as it did. As if in a trance, your fingers caress lightly the painting, a sense of being short of breathtaking over you as images flash in front of your eyes a love that wasn’t meant to be, screaming, pain, a lifeless body, the moon shining over a tragic love story. Your eyes close as if on instinct, a pressure inside your chest that you can’t seem to shake off, you can almost feel yourself losing your stance.

“I must ask, what brings you here, love?” if every single other experience so far hadn’t made you feel like fainting, hearing the melodious voice from behind you certainly does the trick, a delicate hand presented to you, a smiling face all too similar to the painting greeting you with its same piercing gaze, your brain seems to shortcircuit in the spot.

“You-the painting-you” words stumble out of your lips without much further thought, the blond man smiling brightly, as if understanding your words, yet not acknowledging just how weird all of it was.

“Ah.. that old thing” his hand makes a gesture of dismissal, you have barely a second to look back and around, the painting still hanged in there, the man represented very much alive and standing in front of you, the painting seems lifeless now. “Come, I was about to have dinner, mind joining me?”

Your feet seem to join his steps without much of a further thought about it, your brain barely registers that you’ve walked these halls before, just a few minutes ago, lifeless, creaking floors, untamed botany crawling its way through the windows from the back garden, dark rooms and whispering night wind roaming around now long gone as they are all replaced to what you could only imagine the place to be back in time, back where the man in the painting, a disdained look on his handsome face, superiority complex and all, now seemingly inviting you dinner, was alive and running around his home. There was really no way it could all be real.

Outside, social media seems to run a rampage in search of where you had ended up. Media reports going around with titles “Y/N, famous streamer gone missing three weeks ago”

Each room was illuminated by a gorgeous and expensive looking set of chandeliers along the way, downstairs, the place full of life as people ran around making way and bowing their heads to the man that was guiding your every step, their clothes extremely out of place –or perhaps yours were since you were the only one exempted from a baroque style attire, although no one seemed to dare say a word about it as the man sits you facing him on the long dining table “How rude of me, I never presented myself” he says as he places the cloth napkin aside “Count Park Jimin, and you are?”

“Y/N. No title along with it” truth be told, your whole body seemed to continue to tremble, out of sheer fear if the room suddenly being warmer was anything to go by from the way it was before. Your eyes get fixed with Jimin’s stare, something eerily empty in them as if he was lifeless, only for him to snap out of it right as fast as it had appeared. Dinner was met with silence, whether it was old mannerisms or something else, either way, it had felt slightly uncomfortable and nerve-wracking,, with Jimin suggesting you stay the night as it must be so cold and dark outside, the skirts of the town are dangerous, Y/N he had said and stupidly and tiredly enough you had agreed.

Jimin had clapped his hands twice before some maids had rushed upstairs as he made his way to escort you their way, silence prominent in the walk between the two of you before he stopped in front of a large room, decorated to the brim with the furniture you could only hope to see in a movie “I’m sure the maids have left some change of clothes for you in there. Good night, Y/N”

You couldn’t even thank him as you turned in awe towards the room and back to where he had been standing, only to be met with the empty space, mind too clouded from every spike of adrenaline, perhaps sleeping it off would help the right amount to escape whatever it was happening, or perhaps you were still inside your own head from fainting before. An elaborate mind game from the thrill of coming here all by yourself.

Your eyes opened to be met with utter darkness, cold wind howling against your skin, dreams clouding your mind as a dark figure seemed to move in the corner of the room, body jumping at it felt like it was staring right back at you, quick to incorporate yourself and roaming your eyes around the room, once beautiful now coated with dust, torn furniture in place of the luxury that used to be there, functioning enough to realise that the best scenario would be to run from the place, bare feet against the old staircase, the place as trashed as you remember it being, your cracked phone lying on the floor, a pang inside your chest as the last bit of battery was enough to unlock it and notice a date that was a month ahead from when you remember venturing into the house, chills make their way through your whole body when the saccharine voice is heard once again, plump lips and polite smile not reaching his eyes “Going somewhere?”

“I-uh yes” there’s something amused in his eyes as if expecting you to fall into some trap only he knew was set up “Got thirsty, didn’t wanna inconvene, sorry” you lower your head on instinct, there was just an authoritative air around the man that told you to think twice about setting the wrong foot down

“Such a sweet thing” when you look back up, there’s a tray awaiting for you, drink on it, the place warmly illuminated as before, it sets off a blearing alarm inside your head “You shouldn’t be roaming the place without a guide, Y/N” he started walking upstairs, the last bit of conversation barely audible “You might not like what you find”

The words seem to stick to you as you make your way to the designated room with the help of a dead silent maid, settling in as thoughts keep rushing into your mind. What is this place? Is Jimin even alive? Has time really been passing by as quickly as your phone hinted? Could any of it even be real? But most importantly, You need to stay alive.

If it was possible to look past the whole weirdness of it all, living alongside Jimin wasn’t as bad as it seemed, days went by in a whim, couldn’t even bring yourself to imagine how many days had gone by outside, couldn’t even think about it if you wanted, that life seemed far away by the second, jeans and shirts exchanged for long gowns, technology turned pieces of jewellery, late-night snacks evolved into late-night tea and chit chat in a special room with Jimin, if there was a life before that, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. Jimin was, as you came to learn, the sweetest man ever, always attentive of your needs, effortlessly flirty and complaint in the cold evenings as you two got your hands on each other to keep yourselves warm during the night.

“Y/N?” Jimin’s saccharine voice had begun to have an effect on you, each phrase buried inside your skin with light caresses, longing eyes on your lips, sugar-coated words that had your heart fluttering each time.

“Yes?” you instinctively lean into him, mouths barely brushing as he looks at you with hooded eyes, something deep and dark inside them for a fleeting second before his hand came up to the nape of your nack pulling you in, your heart almost leaping out of your chest as your whole body goes pliant under his touch, his free hand coming down your thighs to caress your skin, goosebumps traveling along your body before he chuckles and stands up, pulling you flush with him, body pressing against yours as he walks the both of you to the nearest wall, the one decorated with a floor to ceiling mirror, manhandling you to face the cold surface so as for you to be able to watch his ministrations on you, fingers expertly getting rid of the buttons on your camisole, tits hanging freely, clothes dumped to your feet as his fingers find your already wet cunt, a groan escaping his lips as he preps you, a rather loudly moan filling the room as he wastes no time and pushes right into you in one swift motion, rubbing your clit intently as he continues to thrust, you can’t help but look at your disheveled state in the mirror, closing your eyes, back arching against his cock only to open them right away at the feeling of emptiness, eyes meeting with yours from the other side of the mirror, a smile you’re not smiling drawn in your lips before they wrap against Jimin’s fingers as he thrusts in faster yet you can’t feel a thing, you’re certain you’re staring right at your body, your eyes meet Jimin’s as he smirks in a pleased and calculated manner, it is your body alright, just not you inside of it anymore.

[deliriumsdelight7]

TMI Tuesday

Vacation is heeeeeere! 13 glorious days of no work! I’m gonna make soap. I’m gonna write FILTHY fic. I’m gonna play Animal Crossing. I’m gonna do housework (not as much as I’m hoping to do, though - I never do). I’m gonna watch spoopy shit (open to any recommendations as long as it’s not too terrifying. Like, no scarier than Guillermo Del Toro). And it’s allllll gonna be over too soon.

I came to a realization the other day: I got COVID back in like, March or April, and the brain fog has never lifted. Used to be, I could crank out 1-3 10k fic chapters in a week. Now, getting a single 7k chapter out every two weeks is a struggle. It’s really damn frustrating not being able to flail out fic at the rate I used to. I really hope it clears up eventually.

Currently, I’m working on the next chapter of One More Time, Steal My Breath (what a weird friggin title. All my titles are random song lyrics). I’m rapidly approaching fluff, which should rapidly approach smut. No smut snippets available, but other snippets can certainly be provided!

Once that’s done, I want to crank out a smutty Hellcheer oneshot. This one’s gonna be just as filthy as the Eddie/Chrissy/Chrissy/Chrissy one I put out a few months back (and before you ask, no, it’s not the Eddie/Eddie/Eddie/Chrissy one I swore I wouldn’t do but probably will anyway). It’s a Kas!Eddie variation that I feel will be appropriate for the Halloween season. Once I finish that, I think I’d like to try for the next chapter of my vampire Eddie fic. Keep with the whole Halloween theme I’ve got going.

Anyway, I’m here all day to answer questions, without that pesky job to get in the way. I’m all ears!

[kippykasey]

Dare to Enter

Summary: Trying to fit in after moving to New Eden comes with some tricks.

Word Count: 1550

Characters: Reader, Duke Dugan

Authors Note: This fic takes place in the Battle Scared Universe created by @darke15 . Duke Dugan and Amma are her original characters.

Kippy's Spoopy Saturdays Masterlist

Moving to a new town and trying to fit in was always difficult but moving to a new town during Halloween season? That is just a recipe for trouble. Your dad had grown up in New Eden, so moving back to the small town wasn’t really shocking. However, the gossip mill was quick to learn that your dad had become quite the drunk in his time in the city. Maybe that is why you received judgemental looks while trailing after the ‘cool’ kids.

Your first weekend in town you were dared to steal some candy from Amma’s shop. She caught you before you even left the aisle. That sten look she wore as she simply stated, “You better be paying for those.” You were quick to back track and slip a few dollars onto the counter to pay quickly before running out of the store. 

The second weekend, you and the group were running through the store again. They were taking a few things however you tucked enough money to cover the cost into a display box on your way out. You didn’t need anyone calling your dad and seeing just how intoxicated he was when not working. 

When Halloween weekend finally arrived you and the group of 3 other teens went around tricking people. Did you feel bad? Sure but it was all just fun and games right? Smashing pumpkins, scaring small kids by wearing scary masks. Typical teenage kids right? This was normal. 

Breaking and Entering? Not so normal.

“I dare you to go inside.” The oldest of the teens turn to you. Your group had stopped towards the outer edge of the town where one of the few non decorated homes was. The house was completely dark. There wasn’t a car in the driveway. No signs of there being someone actually living in the house at all. The grass was a bit overgrown. The mailbox was knocked over needing repair. The eerie feel of the house mainly came from how run down and abandoned it looked.

“Are you sure this place is haunted?” You questioned, not fully believing the story she was told. Your eyes scanned the windows of the upper floor for any unnatural movement. Behind you out of sight the three hide their snickers and egg each other on. “Oh yeah! But nobody is brave enough to ever investigate the crying noise from the basement.” One of the boys explain casually.

“So, are you going to do it or are ya chicken?” The oldest smirked. You were no chicken so you snatched one of the flashlights from them and head towards the lone open window, or maybe it was broken and wouldn’t close. Either way you were able to climb into what appeared to be a living room but all the furniture was covered by sheets. 

The dim golden glow of the flashlight panned across the room. There was a musty smell that almost smelt like fresh paint. Finally you began walking further into the house towards the kitchen. Most basements were connected through the kitchen right? The kitchen was a mess. The cabinets were broken, almost looked like someone was in the middle of remodeling before they vanished. 

A dusty box was on the counter labeled ‘kitchen plates’. A soft squeak in the otherwise silent house drew your attention towards the pantry where a field mouse ran through making you jump as it scurried passed. “It’s just a mouse. You get them at home.” You muttered softly to yourself. Walking further through the kitchen your foot kicked a metal pail sitting near the basement. The clattering made you jump to the side and swoop the flashlight beam down to see what you kicked. Shaking your head you continued down the stairs of the basement, the door had been wide open. More boxes and crates lined the walls. Farming tools, model plains, car parts, Hawaiian shirts. Wait a second.. You walked over to the shirt that was hanging out of a fairly new box filled with other tropical patterned shirts. Those didn’t exactly look spooky.

You were walking farther back into the basement when you froze under the eerie creak of screen door hinges. The floor creaked slightly under the heavy boot steps, none of the other teens were wearing boots. You quickly shut the light off afraid of drawing attention and quickly backed up towards the wall. You trip over a fallen crutch falling backwards knocking a crate over and landing hard on a metal disk, you assumed it was a saucer sled. 

The boot steps got louder, they were on the steps and way too real to be a stupid ghost. A jingle of a pull string and a click was all it took before the basement filled with artificial light that made you blink. Merely five feet away staring down at you was a man, a live and definitely not dead man. 

“Trick or treat?” You hesitated with a soft smile.

“What the hell are you doing in my basement kid?” He asked, crossing his arms, staring you down. His eyes stayed locked on you as you pushed yourself up off the ground glancing at the black disk you had fallen onto. 

“It was a stupid dare.” You muttered looking down.

“Uh huh.” He crossed his arms waiting for more of an explanation.

“Look, Pete and Trish were saying that this place was haunted and then Elliot dared me to go inside or I was a chicken. I can’t be a new kid and a chicken that’s just like social suicide. Just please, please don’t call my dad.” You rambled out an explanation instantly hoping you don’t get in trouble with your dad, he tended to yell more when he’s been drinking.

The man rolled his eyes as you listed the three delinquents you had been hanging out with. “Why am I not surprised? Come on.” He led the way back upstairs leaving the light still on. The lights in the rest of the house were still out but you could now see the light from the barn in the back, that must have been where he was.

“Can you scream?” He randomly asked. Your head whipped over to face him looking confused. “Look, those kids are probably going to sneak in here in about a minute to try and scare you. Now if you want to get them before they get you, I suggest you scream.”

Your mouth dropped open slightly as you realized what he meant. They were playing a prank on you. You took a breath. He leaned against one of the kitchen counters. You let out a scream that sounded like a terrified wail to the three kids still standing around out front of the place. The man went back out the back door picking up a chainsaw that seemed to be perfectly positioned. The saw roared to life with a single yank on the pull string start. 

“Let’s get out of here!” You could hear Elliot yell at the other two. Peering out the window you could see the man run down the driveway at the kids with the chainsaw raised. You couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from your lips. You stood in the dark kitchen waiting for him to return to apologize once again before you left.

The chainsaw turned off and you heard his boots again. The door creaked open and he stood in the doorway. “Come on kid, let's get you home.” You silently nod. He was taking you home so he could talk to your dad. Lovely. 

“I’m really sorry mister..” You stopped realizing you didn’t even know what to call him. “Dugan. Duke Dugan. You’re Joey’s kid right?” You nod with a small hum to answer him. You didn’t expect him to walk you home though. Not like it was a long walk, a block or two. It was silent though besides the shuffle of your dragging feet.

The sight that you were greeted with wasn’t the best either. Duke and you were greeted by your dad passed out on the front porch with a bottle of Jack Daniels with but barely a shot left barely clutched in his hand. “Uh is this normal?” He asked with concern in his voice. You managed a hum walking up to the house grabbing the bowl of leftover candy and bringing it over. 

“Yeah dad has a bit of a problem but we’re working on it. Sorry again for breaking into your house Mr. Dugan. Here you can have the rest of our candy.” You offered hopening to sweeten him up into not talking to your dad. 

“Don’t mention it. I was a kid once.” He sighed and moved past you to your dad. Duke didn’t wake him though, he lifted the drunk man up and moved him into the house. The house was more of a double wide trailer and seemed to be pretty disorganized besides the carefully hung halloween decorations. 

“Look kid, if you ever need anything come find me okay? No more taking dares to enter homes. You could get shot that way.” You simply nod your head watching as Duke begins to leave. He was just at the bottom of the driveway when he turns back around. 

“Happy Halloween kid!”

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

I posted 1,399 times in 2022

That's 1,051 more posts than 2021!

620 posts created (44%)

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#5

🍁 Autumn & Halloween Prompt List 🎃

It's about to get spoopy up in here. We wanted to do something special not only to celebrate everyone's favorite season but also to honor the amazing writers and creators on Tumblr.

Most of us are creators of some kind — whether that be writers, gifmakers, or artists — and this time of year is hard. We start running into fatigue + the scariest thing during the whole Halloween season: creator's block.

✨ Cue the prompt list ✨

This prompt list is split into three groups: dialogue, scenario, and NSFW prompts. Each section has 31 prompts which are sorted with more general autumn themes first and Halloween-specific prompts after that.

A HUGE HUGE thank you to Shawni (@austin-butlers-gf), Sage (@fangirlwithasweettooth), Kenzie (@fangirl-imagines), & Gabby (@dontbesussis) for helping to create this lovely list!

Feel free to reblog + use for whatever it is that you create and post here on Tumblr! Happy Halloween and enjoy 👻 ♥️

DIALOGUE

[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

“You’re scared of that, really?”

“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”

“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”

“It says take one, love.”

“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

“You’re the devil in disguise.”

“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”

“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”

“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”

“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”

“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

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514 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

#4

My Bestest Girl

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: No

Prompt: You have a nightmare but your husband is always there to comfort you when you need him. Feat. a spicy ending. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: mentions of sex

Rating: Pg-13     ||     Word Count: 1030

A/N: I swear this morphed into like 3 different things as I was writing it. Part 2...maybe? Smut is coming cause i can't control myself, i just don't know when 😂

🦋 mila

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You’re running like you’ve never run before. One foot replaces the other faster than you can even think and you feel a pain from somewhere, but you can’t place it exactly. Your chest heaves and you feel panic spreading throughout your body. The darkness around you starts to cave in. There are no walls, but you feel them crushing down on you anyway. Although you try to push them back, they only come faster. The horrific, distorted face of someone you don’t recognize appears floating in the darkness, and your heart lurches as-

Suddenly, you’re awake, sweating and shaking a little in the bed. It takes a moment for you to return to reality and remember where you are and that you’re safe.

“Baby?” Elvis’ deep, smooth voice comes out raspier than usual. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You curl your arms around your knees, and your husband leans up. The bed shifts under his weight as he scoots toward you and wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he asks again, rubbing your shoulder and tucking some loose hair behind your ear.

You look at him in the dark. His blue eyes peer tenderly back, his eyebrows knitted in concern. Although his hair is disheveled, he still looks as handsome as the day you married him. Something in the way he’s gazing so intently at you draws your tears out. You fall back into his arms and start to sob. The cold air in the bedroom freezes your tears as they trickle down your cheeks. His grip loosens and then retightens to bring you all the way into his lap, and you bury your face into his shoulder. His skin is warm and smooth, and you feel terribly guilty for wetting his beautiful chest with your ugly tears.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispers, rubbing your back. “Come ‘ere and let me hold ya. Everything’s gonna be aright. Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

You let your body go limp in his strong embrace, and you feel completely supported. The way he rubs your back and squeezes you just a little too tightly makes you feel like nothing in the world would dare try to hurt you. He presses a few kisses to your sweaty forehead. As you heave to a normal breath, Elvis leans back and moves your hair out of your face so he can see your eyes.

“You’re my bestest girl, you know that?”

“I thought your mama was your bestest girl,” you sniffle with a small smile.

Elvis smiles back, wipes a stray tear from your cheek, and then shakes his head.

“She’ll always be my first girl, but you became my bestest girl the day I married ya,” he says, and you smile so hard it hurts. “Now, tell me what’s goin on. D’ya have a nightmare?”

You nod.

“What about, baby girl?”

“I was trying to run away from something and it wasn’t working,” you say, feeling tears well up again. “I couldn’t see exactly what it was but I just know I was terrified of it. As I was running, the hallways started to get smaller and smaller like they were squeezing me to death.”

“Well that don’t sound like fun, baby. But hey, look,” he responds, taking your hand in his. He flips your palm so that it’s facing the ceiling and curls his own fingers over yours. “I’m here. I’ll always be here for ya. Ain’t nothing gonna hurt you while I’m here.”

He squeezes your fingers and smiles down at you. You glance up at him in the moonlight and gently touch his cheek. He leans into your hand, and you brush the lines around his smiling mouth with your thumb. You pull him toward you and press your lips to his. As you kiss him, his arm snakes around your back and pulls you against his chest. You wind your hands around his neck and back, spreading your fingers to absorb as much of his warmth as possible.

He pulls back for a moment to gaze into your eyes before kissing your cheek and your neck. He brings you into a big bear hug. Your legs reposition to hug his waist, and you throw your arms over his shoulders. As you squeeze out your stress, he peppers kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

You feel him kiss the top of the strap of your nightgown and then pause. You turn to look at him. He stares at the strap with an angry expression for a moment before quickly moving it out of the way, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder, and putting it back. He nods as if he’s pleased with the job he’s done. You throw your head back to laugh, but he takes the opportunity to assault your undefended neck with kisses. His breath tickles your skin, and you giggle, playfully trying to push him away. After a few moments, he stops, kisses your jaw sweetly, and meets your eyes.

“You feelin any better?” he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

“Much. Thank you. I love you,” you respond in a whisper.

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545 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#3

ASG - Part Two: Burnin' Love

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yeah, by me 💀

Prompt: Elvis sweeps Bird outside to the lake to cool down on a hot day. Spoiler, she doesn't cool off, but it’s not the temperature that has her sweating. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Nothing tbh? this is vanilla af

Rating: M     ||     Word Count: 4442

A/N: this might be my favorite smut that i've ever written...

This is Part 2 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She happens to be passing through the living room when a knock on the door comes. She's suddenly very pleased to be the one who opens it since Elvis is standing on the other side. It's been a week or so since their little walk and they've managed to see each other a couple of times. Mostly, he would walk her home after work. Paranoid that someone would see her and tell her father, Bird hasn't let anything happen that would have been too scandalous. Elvis respects her wishes and she appreciates it.

“Elvis?”

“Hi baby, how ya doin’?” he asks, smiling and stepping inside the house.

She curls her fingers into her palms and then grabs him by the shirt sleeve.

“This a nice house ya got he-”

He cuts off when she harshly drags him into a corner of the room, behind a bookcase.

“Thank you, but I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t alert my daddy your presence,” she responds, glancing out from behind a stack of books to see if her father is anywhere near. When she swivels back around, she jumps back at how close Elvis is to her face.

“Why not, baby girl?”

His arms wind around her waist and start to pull her toward him. She sucks in a breath and clenches her jaw, trying to keep his hands off her.

“Because he’ll probably kill ya,” she responds, glancing around again. “He don't like greasers or singers. Or anyone who ain't a devout Christian.”

“Well good news for ya daddy, I am a devout Christian.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Not nearly devout enough for my daddy. ”

“Well if we ain’t gonna have any fun in this house, let’s get outta here then,” he says, nuzzling his face into her neck. She stifles a giggle.

“Stop that! What would we even do?” she asks.

“We could go for a walk,” he says, kissing her jaw, “or look at the record store,” he kisses her neck, “I don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you.”

She finally manages to release him from her neck and smile.

“It’s too damn hot for all that,” she replies, feeling a streak of bold lust. “We could go down to the lake? That oughta cool us off.”

“Ain’t nothing in the world that could cool you off, mama.”

“Just go,” she says, flushing. She pushes him toward the door. “Before daddy sees you. Or worse, sees me with you.”

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563 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#2

ASG - Part Four: All Shook Up

Character/Fandom: Elvis - ELVIS (2022)

Requested: yes! - anons

Prompt: When Gladys Presley invited Bird up to Graceland to work as a cook in the house, she had mixed feelings. But in order to support herself and your daddy, she moved up to Memphis anyway. Things have been awkward between her and Elvis, but strange things are happening every day and, not surprisingly, Elvis has her all shook up again. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Angst, smut, cursing, a little physical aggressiveness + i think that's it!

Rating:  M, this is good stuff baby  ||     Word Count: 16,293 🥴

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE!! I have never worked harder on a fic tbh, and the dialogue in this one hits so hard. Yes, the one part is inspired by that scene in Dirty Dancing — you know the one. Sorry for taking FOREVER, but I really hope y'all enjoy it!

This is Part 4 of ASG. FInd the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

This is a BIG boi + it’s special, so pls read these notes:

This is super long, so I put little PAGE BREAKS in places where you can pause reading. Please take advantage of them!

Deadass made a PLAYLIST to enhance your reading experience. It's in order + should flow with the plot. But depending on reading speed, it might be off, and that's totally okay! If you want the true experience, I've written where to jump + play certain songs in the fic. This is obvi totally optional!!!

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“I jus don’t know what to do bout it,” Gladys says, running a hand over her face. “They’re makin fun of my baby all over town. And probably all over the country, too.”

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Presley,” Bird responds, taking a bowl of something warm from her fingers. “I can always go back home if this is a bad time.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, honey,” she replies in her thick southern drawl. “We love havin you over. You don’t know how nice it is to have another woman in this damn house.”

Bird smiles painfully as she watches Gladys reach for a beer.

A lot has happened since Elvis had broken Bird's heart and left her sobbing on the floor of her house in Louisiana. It was almost five months later when she received a call from Gladys Presley. She had been shocked to hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line. She’d called to ask if Bird wanted to come up to Memphis and move in with the family. One of their cooks had quit and Gladys couldn’t find anyone who cooked southern-style food the way she liked it. Bird knows she'd taken quite a liking to her. Whenever Elvis had brought her home for dinner, just a handful of times, Bird was always willing to help.

Anyway, she did always have a knack for cooking, especially those delicious southern-style comfort dishes. She had originally refused, but when Gladys called twice more and offered to pay Bird handsomely, it wasn’t really a conversation anymore. She and daddy were struggling after he turned to alcohol for comfort and wasn't working as much as usual. Bird had picked up an extra job at the diner in town while still working at the hayride. She'd been working herself to death, but with the Presley’s money she can help support herself and her father without having to break her back.

Plus, she’d offered.

Bird is always incredibly nervous about seeing Elvis, especially after everything that has happened. But she didn't know what else to do. It was too good of a deal for her. So, she'd packed up some of her belongings and moved up to Memphis, leaving daddy at home by himself.

Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree, the Presley’s neighbors, welcomed her into a small guest house in their backyard. Gladys had offered for her to stay at Graceland, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it. Being so close to him and not being able to have him. It was all too painful, too regretful. And she knew Elvis wouldn’t want her there, anyway.

It really hasn’t been all that bad. The money is good, the amenities are nice, Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree are always warm and welcoming toward her. Gladys has been surprisingly like a surrogate mother in many ways. She’s been protective over her, frequently asking how Bird's getting on at the house and whether the Peachtrees are treating her right. She's even asked how bird's father is a time or two, even though Bird get the feeling Gladys doesn’t like him much. You can’t blame her. She’d even let Bird have a few sips of beer, despite the fact that she was still underage. That’s something her father would never allow her to do, even if you were of legal age.

“I just hope he’s doin aright,” Gladys continues. “That damn Colonel is always tellin him what to do.”

Bird keeps her mouth shut but raises her eyebrows in agreeance. Despite sympathizing with her, Bird doesn't feel like it’s her place to say anything about the family. Not to mention this entire conversation is still a sore spot since she's convinced that the Colonel is the reason for her breakup with Elvis.

“Oh lord they’re home! My poor baby!” Gladys shouts, glancing out the windows.

Speak of the devil, himself. Bird joins Gladys at the window, watching the familiar dark purple 1956 Cadillac Eldorado drive slowly up the path to the house. There has been a crowd outside for hours now, and the noise is driving her crazy.

The dinner isn’t even finished cooking yet, but Elvis and Mr. Presley would be bursting through the front door any minute now. They’re coming back from New York where Elvis had been on the Steve Allen show. Long story short, the performance was a disaster. He’d been put onstage in full-length tailcoats and forced to sing to a hound dog. An actual hound dog.

Bird watched at home with the Peachtrees, squeezing a pillow tightly. She'd felt especially awkward in recent days. She likes the Peachtrees very much, but they are made of old money and she knows they have mixed feelings about the Presleys. Mrs. Peachtree has been adamant that Elvis isn’t the type of boy young girls should be looking up to. And she used his “Hound Dog” performance as ammunition to prove her point. Bird bites her tongue whenever the Peachtrees begin to badmouth him. And she pretends not to know about all of the rude things the other neighbors whisper about the Presleys behind their backs.

Just as the car parks, Bird quietly dips back into the kitchen to help Alberta, the other cook, with the rest of the food. But mostly to avoid Elvis. She does that a lot nowadays, avoiding, and she doesn't even want to think about the first time he’d discovered her at the house. Apparently, Gladys had neglected to tell her son that his ex-sweetheart would be coming up to work in the house.

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645 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ASG - Part One: A Southern Gentleman

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: No, but it is deserved

Prompt: Bird's old friend, Elvis, looks a lot different than she remembers - a lot hotter, that is. Can she control herself as he walks her home like a good southern gentleman? [ Fem!OC ]

TW: None!

Rating: Pg-13     ||     Word Count: 1484

A/N: He's obviously not dating Dixie in this version. Damn...I really don't know what to do with myself. I used to have a crush on Austin a long time ago, but it's been rekindled like 2 million times stronger. Austin w/ dark hair just hits different 😩

This is Part 1 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She’s folding an extra towel in the wings of the stage when a flash of pink silk catches her attention. She glances up just long enough to see a guitar and a pair of fancy black and white shoes. She shrugs, going back to finish her work and thinking nothing of it for the time being.

“He’s a young singer from Memphis, Tennessee,” the announcer’s voice booms around the building. “Give a warm hayride welcome to a Mr. Elvis Presley.”

Her head snaps up when she hears the name. Elvis?? She had gone to elementary school down in Mississippi with a boy named Elvis. It couldn’t possibly be the same boy…could it? She hurriedly finishes folding up the towels she’s working on and quietly sneaks behind the edge of the stage curtains. As she peers out at the tall young man standing at the microphone, she’s sure it can’t be him. The little boy she had known was blonde, skinny, and bony.

“It goes something like this…” the singer mumbles into the microphone. He continues to mutter a little bit of a song.

“Get a haircut, buttercup!” yells a man from the crowd.

Before she gets a chance to think again, he begins to sing. Like…really sing. His voice is strong and forceful, like nothing she’s ever heard before. She watches from the wings and can’t help but smile as he wiggles, dances, and moves around on the stage. His voice is incredible, deep and smooth. But the way his body moves, she has never seen anything like it before. Some girls in the crowd begin to holler, scream, and yelp. she bites her own lip and holds back a smile as she watches the silky pink fabric dance along his body.

Not before long, the entire crowd of women is leaning toward the stage and shrieking. As he reaches back into the crowd, some of the girls even pull at his clothes and the pink suit jacket lifts off his frame. As he stumbles back behind the curtains, a woman yells from the crowd. Bird peers around the curtain and catches a second’s glimpse of her: an older lady with dark hair. She knows this woman. She’s seen her before...

The sound of laughter near her catches Bird’s attention and her eyes land on the back of the singer’s frame as he walks away. Before she can stop herself, she speaks up.

“Elvis??” she asks, gripping the curtain tightly.

The tall figure pauses for a moment before a handsome face emerges from the shadows. She can’t help but smile. The moment she meets his sea blue eyes, the recognition spreads across his face. He lets out a breathy chuckle and smiles sweetly.

“It really is you…” she mumbles.

“Bird?? It can’t be…” he asks in a voice deeper than she expects. She releases her death grip on the curtain and reaches down to smooth her skirt.

He hands his guitar off to a bandmate and walks toward her. As he comes closer, she can smell him – a mix of sweat, musk, and something sweet like cinnamon. It’s almost intoxicating. She reaches out to steady herself on a table.

“What the hell are you doin’ up here?” he asks.

“Daddy got transferred up ‘ere, so we moved. I work 'ere,” she responds. “What are you doin up here? I almost didn’t recognize ya. You were blonde last I saw.”

“Yeah,” he replies, dropping his head to rub the back of his neck. A few strands of dark black hair fall over his forehead, and she has the urge to brush them away but she resists. “Well, how bout you, I mean, you’re all grown up now. Look at ya…”

She flushes as he gestures at her body. He leans on the wall near her, positioning his body diagonally. She takes a deep breath, quickly glancing at his flexing bicep. He tilts his head to look at her, and she catches his eyes tracing her figure up and down.

“You’d better get going, Bird,” one of her coworkers says as they pass by. “Your daddy won’t be happy if you get home late again.

“Oh damn,” she mutters, glaring through the cracked glass of her old wristwatch. “Well…I’d better start back. You 'member how daddy is.”

As she turns to reach for her sweater, his hand catches her wrist.

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647 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

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[maria-scribbles]

we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.). 

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears. 

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him. 

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect. 

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.  

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table. 

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo. 

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind. 

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways. 

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward. 

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses. 

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?" 

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!" 

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor. 

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three. 

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.  

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips. 

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.  

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are." 

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?" 

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." 

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.  

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that." 

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!" 

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone. 

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again." 

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!" 

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.  

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius." 

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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[monstersandmaw]

What’s next, Ghosti?

The last of my commissions is now officially posted, but I’m thinking I might open up a few short ko-fi story slots, a match with my characters (or a new one), or a ‘sponsor a story continuation’ option to help me keep afloat financially now that I’m not taking commissions... If that’s something you might be interested in, please please let me know!

I’ve also got some longer-term plans which include:

Finishing my ongoing stories off (Winter Solstice, Ashridge Pack (formerly on Patreon), Chiaroscuro, and a few other fics for fun)

The Novel (Weaver of Threads which you can follow on this blog - @weaverofthreads)

Etsy. I want to have an Etsy shop up and running by October (yes, for all the spoopy halloween goodies I’ve got planned!), but it’s going to be expensive for me intitially, and I can’t do that without help from you in supporting my existing shop and perhaps through those small ko-fi prompts. For sneak peeks at ongoing projects, make sure you’re following me on Instagram.

Plant blog posts were well-received when I floated that idea around - more folklore info etc. Look out for those on @ghostis-plonts

YouTube - I’ve got the Link’s House replica to finish editing and post, and I’m going to do a Dragon Age themed, light-up booknook next. If you like chill crafting videos, narrated by an alto English accent, subscribe to me on YouTube :)

Twitch/gaming - I’d like to do a bit more gaming and streaming. I might do some writing streams too, if there’s interest in that (let me know!). Stardew Valley was the winner in the ‘what should Ghosti stream’, though I personally think it would be hilarious of me to try and play a Souls game (I’m honestly pretty terrible at anything that isn’t Skyrim or Minecraft, so this would not be any kind of attempt at professionalism. It’d be raccoon-handed button-mashing, swearing with a plummy British accent, and swooning over all the gross and gorgeous monster foes and a heck of a lot of YOU DIED...) I won’t inflict this on you, don’t worry.

General ongoing monster fuckery. Maybe something podcasty, chill chat about monsters I enjoy?? Not sure.

If something there grabs your attention, please let me know with an ask or a comment, otherwise I won’t know, and I’ll probably just disappear or something!

This feels like the beginning of a new era for me, and I’m really excited to see where it goes. Thanks for being part of it so far - for your reblogs and sweet enthusiasm. You’re all wonderful.

Take care, thank you, and may all the right monsters bite x

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

I wanted to update a fic this weekend, but I had to choose between that and preparing for an interview, lol. But now that the interview is over, I can spend more time resting and having fun in the upcoming week. Still hoping to get something spoopy updated soon / maybe next weekend! I’m like, half-done with The Haunting’s next chapter! 

I sure miss the days when real life wasn’t so complicated and unstable and I had more time to spend on just fun things, guh. But!! I’m trying to advocate for myself and do better! Except for eating Halloween candy for dinner--