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[okmcintyre]

After years of keeping his people hidden, Bellamy knows witches like him are rare... dark witches like Clarke Griffin even moreso. The last thing he wants is to get involved, but fate has other plans: when they accidentally realize how much stronger their powers are together.

[seokgyuu]

Running a little witch store in a small town, recently the only exciting thing has been Jake visiting your store every other day. While he doesn’t buy anything, his looks are enough to make your days a little less boring. And when he comes in one day, mixing up his offered tea with a very, very powerful aphrodisiac… it is about to get a lot more than just a little less boring. 

Pairing: Neighbor!Jake x Witch!Reader Genre: Porn with almost no plot, Supernatural (as reader is a witch, duh) Warnings: Jake is a bit of an idiot but hot, reader is very sarcastic… are those even warnings? Reader has female anatomy and is described as a woman, pure filth basically, MINORS DNI!!! Smut tags under the cut Word Count: 6k  A/N: Well hello! Happy Halloween everyone! My little last minute Halloween Project is done! First up, thanks to @aaagustd for the AMAZING banner!!! And my lovely @heechwe for betaing! This  work was very, highly, extremely inspired by a clears throat spicy audio that was uploaded literally last night. Could not stop imagining it to be Jake who this happens to… so here we are. The creator’s name is AugustInTheWinter, check out his Patreon or Reddit, I swear it is SO worth it if you’re into audios!! Anyway, thanks August for this inspo and thank you guys for reading! tagging my beloved @yvnempire because she's so excited about this hehe. Please leave comments and/or reblog, it would mean the absolute world! Wanna support me? Here's my Ko-Fi!

Smut Tags: Big dick!Jake, Jake starts nervous and a bit subby, but turns into a beast, handjob, blowjob, face-fucking, facial, p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay safe kids!!), multiple orgasms, loads of cum (like really… so much), dirty talk, degradation (words used: whore, slut, hole, fucktoy etc.) cumplay, cum eating, tell me if i missed anything!

Everything about this town was boring. 

The scenery was boring. The activities were boring. The people were boring.

Just… everything. 

Your coven had sent you here because of the apparent magical aura you so, as they said, “desperately needed to achieve your full potential”. Bullshit, for all you cared. The magical aura might have been strong, but it was so deeply rooted into the earth, you had trouble reaching it even after hours of channeling your own powers. Of course, you didn’t tell them that. All they knew was that you were having a blast in this shithole of a town and had already made tons of friends. 

So far no one had questioned your answers and so you just lived your life, hoping you would soon succeed in attaining the magical power of this place and go back to your normal life. 

Recently, though, you at least had something a little less boring gracing you every other day. Jake Sim - the neighbor from across the street. He was handsome and a little shy and very obviously did not believe magic existed. Not that you cared much about that, no, you had been exposed to many people who didn’t believe in you and your kind, not to mention all the other supernatural beings walking on the face of earth. 

Jake was a non-believer and wonderful to look at and you were fine with that. Content. More than happy. 

As you were brewing some potions a few of the older women around town had ordered (while they also didn’t exactly believe in magic, they at least believed in your ability to brew things that were extremely efficient in their gardens), you found yourself thinking about the pretty man again. About his laugh and his eyes, about the way his shirt would rise up and show a bit of his happy trail leading down to something you could only wish to see fully exposed one day. 

Truthfully, the last time you got laid had been ages ago. So long that you couldn’t even really remember who it was with and where. It was a curse, this town, and seeing a young attractive man stalking into your store a few weeks back had suddenly brought back the desire you had managed to suppress for who knows how long. 

Just then, as you were deep in thought, cutting up some lavender, the door opened and the little bell above it rang, bringing you back to the present. 

“Hi Y/N!” 

Jake had his puppy smile on, hair blown out of his face and a thick coat hanging off his shoulders. He walked over to the counter and you smiled up at him, catching yourself finding his flushed cheeks extremely endearing.

“Jake, welcome. Anything I can do for you today or are just here for another chat about how magic can’t be real?” You tilted your head and gave him a playful smile that he answered with a little laugh.

“Actually, I did come for something today. Mrs. Bloodstean said you have some great tonics for flowers?”

Ah, yes, Mrs, Bloodstean, the woman three houses down who had trouble with her roses. You had helped her and now her roses bloomed all year round. 

“I do indeed, Mr. Sim. What can I get for you?”

“Well, I’ve been having some troubles with my Mandevillas… they don’t seem to wanna bloom as much as, uh, I would like them to.”

His sheepish grin would have made your knees weak if you’d been standing. You nodded and got up, checking the shelves behind you for the potion he’d need to get his flowers to grow and bloom as much as he liked. Eyes roaming over the different bottles, you soon came to the realization you were out and clicked your tongue.

“Seems like I’ll have to brew one. That’s gonna take a couple minutes, do you want some tea while you wait?”

Jake nodded yes and smiled, turning around to do this usual routine through the rows of shelves in your store. From a safe distance, he began to watch you do your thing, cutting up ingredients and throwing them into a miniature cauldron Jake couldn’t help but be amused by. A witch store in the middle of this small town, run by one of the most attractive women Jake had ever laid his eyes on. 

When he had first stumbled in here, he had mistaken it for an alternative medicine shop. While he wasn’t totally wrong, he also wasn’t fully correct. You did offer some remedies and lotions, some potions and tonics, but you also had crystals and salts and books in your many high rising wooden shelves. The first day, he had spent hours just browsing through the books, not thinking of actually buying anything, but somehow being immersed into this world of magic he was so sure could only exist in fiction. 

He hadn’t even noticed someone working at the front behind the counter until he turned to leave, almost stumbling over his feet when he spotted you. You concentrated on a page in an old looking book, biting down onto your tongue that was slightly sticking out of your mouth. You with the prettiest face he had ever seen, that made it so hard to look away. 

After that, he came back every other day, hoping to talk to you, get to know you and maybe ask you out on a date. Of course, he never did because if Jake was anything it was a coward. It didn’t matter that he somehow happened to be handsome, his charisma was in the trenches. 

It was obvious he didn’t see the effect he had on you, which made it even more fun to have him around in your store. You could sense that this man did not have one indecent thought about you while in the store, even when you wore low cut shirts or skirts with slits almost as high as your hip. No, he was a good boy, a sweet boy. The contrast of the two of you was almost comical - you thinking about what it would be like to feel him, to taste him, to push him against a bookshelf and have your way with him and Jake just wanting to man up to ask you out. 

Circling back to the front, Jake saw you hard at work and decided to fill his tea cup by himself, the steaming blue teapot on the right side of the counter. Smiling, he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, his eyes widening at the sweet taste. 

God, that’s delicious!

The hotness of the drink seemed to fade into the background as the taste spread on his tongue, so sweet and wonderful his eyes almost rolled back, the liquid making his whole body feel warm and fuzzy, and without even noticing he finished the whole cup in one go. 

“Wow, that tea is amazing! What kind is it? I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.” Jake put the cup back down and beamed at you. 

Blinking, you looked up at the brown-haired man, your mind a little slow at catching up with what Jake said. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, brows furrowing slightly.

“The tea you made me, what kind is it?” He repeated, pointing at the teapot next to him. 

Your eyes widened for a brief moment, then you slowly got up.

“How much did you drink of that?” You asked calmly. 

“A whole cup, it’s like so, so good, how-,”

“A whole cup?!” The volume of your voice surprised both of you and Jake’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth dropping open a little.

“Was that- was I not supposed to? I- I’m sorry, you seemed busy, so I just helped myself.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds. Watching Jake’s confused face, trying to read his thoughts. He had absolutely no idea what he just drank. But you did. 

A grin found its way onto your lips, a grin so diabolical it made Jake’s stomach turn. 

“That’s not your tea, Jakey,” you said, pointing at the teapot he drank from, “your tea is over here.”

Jake followed where your finger pointed next, a small black teapot standing to your left, all done with a cute little pink cup next to it. He blinked a few times.

“Then- then what is this?” He asked, nervousness beginning to spread through his body. Your grin deepened.

“Oh, that? That’s just the very, very powerful aphrodisiac for Mrs. Brown’s husband. See, he can’t really get it up anymore.”

Silence. Jake felt like the whole world had suddenly gone silent at your words. But then he remembered where he was, who you were and how incredibly unlikely it was that this really worked. So, he snorted.

“Right. An aphrodisiac in the form of tea, I’m sure that’s gonna work wonders with Mr. Brown.”

“Not just him, but you too, you know,” you began to walk around the counter, stopping when you reached the other side, leaning against it with crossed arms, “and you’re only supposed to drink one sip of it. You, dear Jakey, drank a whole fucking cup.”

Honestly, Jake still didn’t believe you. Or at least he thought he didn’t. But something about the way you looked at him almost made him falter. He laughed and shook his head.

“Come on, Y/N, I’m not an idiot. This obviously isn’t going to work, it’s a hoax, we all know it’s a hoax.”

“Is it though, Jake? Is it really a hoax?”

“What? Of course it is! Magic isn’t real, can’t be real, this tea surely won’t help Mr. Brown get an erection and I, my friend, more than anything, will not get aroused by some fake viag-,”

Oh shit. Jake couldn’t help the deep moan escaping his throat when he suddenly felt the hardest wave of pleasure hit his body. He almost dropped to his knees, his cock growing harder by the second, pressing against the seam of his jeans, making them uncomfortably tight. 

“You won’t get aroused, Jake? Yes? Is that right?” You were having the time of your life. This was better than anything you could have ever predicted. By Mystra, how could you have forgotten about the tea for Mrs. Brown? And how lucky were you for Jake to mistake it as his own? You couldn’t believe your luck. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Jake groaned now, his chest heaving and you tilted your head again, watching sweat form on the handsome man’s forehead. His pupils were blown and his face flushed and, fuck, did he look good. 

“I would say the potion is kicking in. How does it feel?” You bit your lip, watching Jake struggle to find words for what was happening inside… and outside of him.

“I- well, oh fuck, it, uhm, it feels… it feels like, like I’ve never- like it’s so.. it’s so h-hard, you know?”

“Hm, I don’t think I do. Perhaps you can show me, just so I can check if it all looks normal?”

Jake’s cock twitched at that. You wanted to see? Check if it looked normal? Another moan made its way through his lips and it sounded so utterly pathetic you felt yourself drip into your panties.

“Wh- what do you mean “normal”? C-Could it look, like, n-not normal?” He was sweating. A part of him really wanted you to see, to check, to maybe even touch him, but another felt shy, didn’t want this to happen before taking you out to a nice dinner, maybe even a movie and- 

Fuck, who was he kidding? 

“I don’t know, that’s why I wanna check. Will you show me, Jakey?” 

“F-fine, b-but only to check!” His cheeks were on fire at this point. His cheeks on fire and his cock hard as a rock, aching and throbbing and probably aggressively red at the tip. 

That last prediction proved to be correct when he pulled down his pants and briefs at once, his cock springing free, standing harder and prouder than he had ever seen it. He whimpered at the sight. 

And you? You almost fell to your knees, itching to touch him, to lick over the tip that was already leaking so, so miserably. Oh good lord. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip again and you swallowed hard, eyes glued to the huge cock Jake had been hiding from you.

“Is it- is it always this big?” You asked, not even looking into Jake’s face anymore.

“Well, n-not when it’s not, uhm, you know… h-hard.”

“So it’s this size even when no potion is involved?” You wanted to know.

“Y-yeah, that didn’t change.”

“Holy fuck,” you mumbled, your hand wanting to grab around him so badly, but you contained yourself. 

“What- what can we do? Like is there an antidote? Can I- can I drink another potion? Or maybe there is, uhm, fuck, a spell or something?”

You chuckled.

“Now you believe in spells, Jakey? Funny timing,” finally, you raised your head to look at him again, “but no, there is no antidote. Like I said, it’s made to help get it up and given in a specific dose. But you, my dear, drank probably thrice as much as necessary.”

“So what does that mean? I- I can’t just go home like this!”

He was right about that. Everyone would see him sporting the largest boner known to mankind. And right now, you decided, this was only for your eyes. 

“I think the best way to deal with it is to, frankly speaking, empty it.”

Stars seemed to dance around Jake’s head when you spoke, the image of you rubbing his cock, sucking on it or even bouncing on it to empty him of all his cum… he twitched aggressively. 

“S-so, wh-what are you sug-suggesting?” His heart was speeding in chest and he was trying his hardest not to jump to conclusions. 

Yet another devilish grin spread on your lips as you raised your hand and snapped your fingers, closing the blinds of the storefront window and locking the door all at once. In any other situation, Jake would have been freaked out, but right now all he could concentrate on was the way you pushed yourself off the counter and looked at him from head to, well, problem.

“I am suggesting, Jake, that it would only be right of me to help you out.”

Jake swallowed hard, glued to where he was standing, his cock still so unbelievably hard, still aching and throbbing and in desperate need of attention. 

As you lowered yourself, knees soon hitting the wooden floor, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Do you want me to help you out?”

“God, yes, please.”

And there it was. All that you needed to finally bring your hand to his cock. He immediately moaned, head falling back as his hips moved forward, thrusting into your grip. You chuckled as you slowly began to move, bringing your thumb to his tip, gathering all of the already leaking precum to use as lubricant. 

It already brought you immense pleasure, jerking him off. Staring up at him, seeing nothing but pure lust and desperation on his face. You were throbbing between your legs, wetness building up more every passing moment. 

“Fuuuuuck, yeah, j-just like that, oh wow.” 

Jake felt like he had never been touched like this before. Every bit of friction against his skin was like the first time. Every inch you touched with your hand was burning, sparkling with something he could only describe as magic. He couldn’t stop the desperate moans even if he tried, couldn’t stop his hips chasing your hand, thrusting into it like a mad man. 

“Faster, please!” He cried out and you obeyed, speeding up your hand. Your eyes were glued to his cockhead then, watching how precum kept leaking, drips landing on your floor or the briefs that were hanging around his ankles with his jeans. 

You worked your hand faster, having trouble closing it around his big shaft and finally adding the second, working him at double speed with his cockhead still peaking out. 

God, how would he feel inside you? 

Two hands around his cock and Jake could sense a first orgasm approaching. He thrusted his hips, fucking both of your hands, eyes rolled back into his skull, the pleasure completely taking over.

“Yeah, yeah, just like that, fuck, fuck, I am fucking your hands so good, shit!” He didn’t know where to put his energy, switching between moaning and whining and saying his incoherent thoughts out loud, feeling himself leak onto your hands. He wondered what you’d do when he came, if you’d just let him come right onto you or if you’d point it elsewhere. 

“Feel good, Jakey? You look so hot, so, so good for me.” You stared up at him, batting your eyelashes and finally Jake looked down at you, his spit catching in his throat. You looked insane with his cock in your hands, your face wild and determined, a small grin on your lips that made his cock twitch once more. The whimper escaping him must have been the single most arousing thing you had ever heard. 

“I’m gonna come, I’m s-so close,” he cried and you nodded, licking over your lips.

“Yeah, come for me, wanna see you come, Jakey.”

When he had said yes to you helping him out, he sure as hell had not expected dirty talk to be involved and, shit, was he happy it was. His mouth fell open wider, eyes glossy and focused on your face. He knew it was going to be a lot, knew he’s going to shoot the biggest load of his life onto you in a few heartbeats.

“C-Coming, oh- shit!” 

When he came, he came. Cum spurted out his cock, and you didn’t even think about letting a drop go to waste. The first load landed on your neck and collarbones, dripped down your cleavage and over your breasts, the second you managed to catch with your tongue slurping it down like a five-star meal. The third landed on your cheeks and chin, some on your neck, joining his already left mark. 

Jake truly couldn’t believe his eyes. You, the woman he had been thinking about asking out for weeks now, covered in and eating his cum. Another little bit of cum dribbled out his cock and you caught it perfectly with the tip of your tongue, causing Jake to groan desperately. 

He was still so fucking hard. Still desperate for more.

“I need more, I’m still so hard, please.” His pleasing eyes and slightly trembling lips made the picture in front of you perfect. Jake, big cock full on display, still hard from the potion he had drank by pure accident, his first orgasm so powerful he had shot three loads onto you, was now begging you for more. 

And you were more than eager to make every wish of his come true. 

“Since you said please…,” you grinned, leaning forward, not giving a damn about the seed currently drying on your skin, and flicking your tongue against his tip, his hand almost immediately moving to grip the back of your head.  “God, yes, yes, please take it into your mouth, fuck, please!”

His wish was your command. 

Your lips closed around his tip, sucking on it just slightly, tongue gliding over his sensitive slit, tasting his bittersweet taste, wondering if maybe the potion had altered something about it. Next, you moved your head forward, taking more of him into your mouth, feeling the veins of his cock press against your tongue. A moan erupted through you, the arousal almost too much to bear at this point. 

“Ohhhh, god, yes, take it, take it deeper, shit.” His hips moved, pushing more of him into your mouth. He seemed to vibrate, seemed to fit perfectly into your wet heat, tip hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, spit dripping from his shaft down to the floor. Your hands grabbed the back of his thighs, steading yourself as he began to thrust down your throat. 

“Holy fuck, that’s right, gag on my cock, gag on it, fuck.”

It must have been the potion speaking because he wasn’t usually this vocal. But then again, he had never had anyone take his cock down their throat as well as you were doing right now. Gagging and spitting and tearing up, but nothing in your face showed discomfort. No, you were thriving on this and Jake felt your arousal in the air, felt it mixing with his and he sped up his hips, both hands now holding your head in place as he let out the most beautiful moan you had ever heard. 

He shoved you down his cock completely now, his balls hitting your chin as he fucked your mouth like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Drool mixed with his precum dribbled down your chin, tears began to stream down your face, your eyes rapidly blinking as you watched him lose all of his composure. You wished to keep this memory engraved into your brain for all of your life.

Jake was in a rush, in a complete trance, fucking down your throat, feeling your tongue against his shaft, your throat restricting around him, your gags and chokes turning him on even more. Somehow, with every thrust closer to his release, he felt the tension rise up more. 

What the fuck even was in that potion? 

It hit him then, his second orgasm, thrusts becoming sloppier, quicker, accompanied by desperate moans, whimpers and groans. 

You managed to swallow it all, the load just as huge as during his first orgasm, shot after shot down your throat, your eyes growing wide while you sucked him dry, or at least attempted to.

“Swallow it all, yes, yes, fuck, come on, come on! Take it all, I know you want to, fuck!” 

There was no control left in his body, the potions effect taking over completely. 

He emptied his cock into your mouth and pulled out when he at least thought it was over, only for another wave to hit him and land on your skin again. He felt like an artist painting an already perfect canvas with his own visions. 

“S-sorry, fuck,” He breathed hard, watching you slowly get up, your face wild and stained with his seed as well as your own tears. Your eyes were red, pupils blown and with every gaze you shared, he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He swallowed and looked down, seeing his cock still hard, still throbbing and aching. Would this ever end?

“I need more, need more,” he mumbled, stumbling forward and grabbing your hips roughly. You moaned at his touch, your fingers gliding over your chest to pick up some of his cum and shove it into your mouth, sucking them clean. He swore under his breath.

“Do you want to fuck me, Jakey?” You asked then, voice sweet like honey, but body looking so breathtakingly filthy. 

“Want to, need to, have to,” he replied, moving to lick some of his own cum off your neck. You moaned at that surprising action, pussy throbbing and dripping. Without another thought, you dipped forward, pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back right away, tongue shoving into your mouth and he could taste himself even more on your tongue. His hands ripped open the corset-dress you were wearing, freeing your tits from their prison and immediately moving to grab them.

You hopped onto the counter then, pulling him closer, legs hooking around his waist. He kissed you hungrily, tongue and teeth and spit and hotness all mixed together. You shoved his coat off his shoulders and opened the buttons of his shirt, but he stopped you.

“No time, need to be inside you now.” He basically growled, fingers simultaneously finding your panties and ripping them off of you just like he had your dress. You spread your legs further, ready for him, more ready than you had ever been. 

Jake knew he had reached heaven right then. Grabbing his cock and bringing it to your drenched pussy, pushing into your awaiting entrance and feeling you grip him, pulling him closer. He cried out, whimpered into your ear and continued to suck on your skin, cleaning you off of his seed all while working to bottom out.

And when he was finally buried to the hilt, he only paused for a second to take it all in, before beginning to fuck into you at a brutal pace. Your fingers clawed into his shoulders, mouth dropping open as your head tipped back and high pitched moans crawled out of your throat over and over. 

“So fucking tight, taking me so fucking well, such a dirty fucking slut.” Jake bit your neck and you cried out once more, your whole body shaking with pleasure as he continued to fuck you. There was nothing you could compare to what was happening right now. No one had ever fucked you as good, as hard and as fulfilling as Jake. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better than this, Jake pulled out of you and grabbed your waist, heaving you off the counter only to spin your around and push you down onto it, your ass up in the air.

“Sorry, need to fuck you like this.”

Back in he went - full speed, full force. The counter shook under you and you gasped when he began to thrust. His cock dragged against your walls, split you open so beautifully it felt like you were going to burst. You threw your ass back at him, clawing at the edge of the counter, eyes falling shut as you let yourself enjoy the way he drilled into you.

There was a high chance Jake was going to grow addicted to this feeling. Never had he ever had sex as good as this and perhaps this was courtesy of the potion - or maybe it was just you. You with the perfect pussy, the perfect mouth, the perfect hands. Everything about you seemed to heighten his arousal, seemed to get him closer from the edge all while pushing him even further away from it. 

He could do this for hours, fuck you until he came, spill his seed in you over and over, watch how it spilled out. God, he wanted to see your pussy stuffed with his cum so bad. Watching his cock slip in and out of you, hearing the noises you made, it was almost too much.

“You’re my perfect little hole, aren’t you? Just made to be fucked like this,” he couldn’t help himself, grabbing your hips even rougher and spitting down to make it even wetter. Not that that was really necessary. You were dripping down his cock as well as your own thighs and Jake swore he would never recover. 

“Fuck, Jake!” You cried out, hip trying desperately to move while he held you, eyes opening only to roll back as your orgasm hit you like a brutal wave.

“Shit, are you gonna come on my cock, slut?” Jake saw red as he felt your pussy spasm around him, pulling him even deeper, squeezing him for all he had, wanting to milk him dry of his load. 

And who was he to deny such a request?

“Come inside me, Jake, please, please, please!”

You had sensed his orgasm and he let out a growl, finally filling your pussy with his load just as you hit your second high right after the first. Once again, it didn’t stop, it just kept on coming, his cum landing inside you and already dripping out as he fucked both of you through your orgasms, filthy sounds filling the air next to both of your moans and groans and pleads for more. 

Jake had expected to be done after three, but no, he was still hard, and so he grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, standing up straighter as he picked up the speed once more.

“Need another one, baby, just one more, fuck, m-maybe two, I just- fuck, I am so hard, I need to fuck you more, wanna fuck you all night, need to fuck your pussy.”

There was nothing left in his brain except for the need to come, for the need to fuck you. He was like an animal during heat, felt like he was going to explode. His cock was so incredibly sensitive, hurting even at this point, but it was addictive, you were addictive. Just the thought of not being inside of you anymore filled him with something close to agony. 

“Y-yes, fu-fuck me Jake, your cock feels so good, s-so big!”

At this point you could have taken the potion yourself judging by how you were feeling and talking. Normally, you were the one in charge, the one on top. But with Jake? You enjoyed being in his hands like this, enjoyed being used by him for his pleasure. You wanted him to fill you up, to split you open, to do with you whatever the hell he wanted. 

“God, yes, like my big cock fucking you open like that? Such a good behaved little whore, isn’t that right?” He found himself slapping your ass, and judging by your reaction that had been the exactly right thing to do. He groaned when he felt you squeeze him again, both hands back to holding your hands in place.

He lost himself in you. Lost himself in the pleasure. And you lost yourself in him and the need to have him fill you up again and again. 

His fourth orgasm made his cock soften a little. He filled you to the brim, watched the majority drip down your legs, forming a little puddle to your feet and he licked his lips, letting go of your hands and pulling out of you, turning you back around and placing you back on top of the counter. 

“Lean back,” he ordered and you did as wanted, eyes wide and pussy throbbing from the last orgasm a few seconds ago. 

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him position himself between your legs. He grabbed his cock and placed it in between your lips - to thrust in between them, cockhead repeatedly hitting your clit. You gasped, body jerking forward.

“Wanna paint your whole body with my cum, stay still.” His big hands grabbed your hips, pinning you to the counter as he began to thrust his cock over your pussy, the friction already enough to almost make him come again. 

“Mhmm, y-yes, f-feels good!” You cried and he grinned, continuing his spiel like a madman. 

“You’re so sexy, so fucking sexy, baby.” He breathed out, his brain slowly but surely coming back to him. And when he heard that little noise you apparently always made before you came (if he could trust the two orgasms from earlier), he felt himself reach the edge as well. 

Your head fell back when you felt the next orgasm hit and your pussy ached for more when his next load landed all over your stomach, even reaching as far as your tits, painting you just like he had wanted. 

The canvas was finished.

But Jake wasn’t.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, so sorry, I need to-,” his head was fuming red, and he moved back a little, just to dip his cock back into your spent pussy and you fell flat onto your back, your head hanging over the counter. 

He fucked you like a ragdoll, like a toy, like he didn’t even really acknowledge you were still there. He pressed down onto your stomach and sped up, tried to fuck you deeper. He imagined he could feel his cock through your skin, imagined he could see himself fucking you just like that. 

“S-so deep!” You cried out and he looked at you, at your body, and nodded, watching now how your tits jumped at every thrust. They were stained with his cum as well and he hoped he would never forget this image. 

“One more, promise, just one more, my perfect little fucktoy, yeah?”

His words were so filthy, so desperate and full of need, they made your pussy spasm again, made you grip him hard over and over again. 

“That’s it, fuck! Gonna come, gonna come, shit, sh-shit! Take my cum, take it, yes, yes!” He was in a spiral downwards, then back up and back down - his last orgasm hitting him like a fucking brick, yet another load landing inside your pussy - one, two, three. His cock twitched and twitched and finally began to soften. 

When he pulled out, he fell backwards, landing on the floor, his eyes wide and his ass hurting. 

The potion slowly lost its grip on him, his normal, coherent thoughts coming back all while he was getting down from his many, many highs. 

You pulled yourself up in exhaustion, your chest heaving. When you sat up straight again, you couldn’t help but chuckle at Jake on the floor. 

“Need a hand?” You asked, carefully jumping off the counter and finding that your legs were nothing but mere jelly. Quickly, you grabbed onto the edges of the surface and found your balance again.

“I- I-,” Jake began to stutter, his eyes probably the size of saucers by now. You grinned.

“You?” You raised a brow. Jake’s face turned crimson.

“I- I’m sorry, I-,”

“You’re apologizing? For what? The best sex I’ve ever had?” You snorted, “No, Jakey, no need to apologize.” 

Jake bit the inside of his cheeks. Best sex you’ve ever had? While he wanted to feel proud, he wasn’t so sure if that really had been him having sex with you or if the potion had a mind of its own. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” you moved forward now, stretching your hand out for Jake to take, “the potion only strengthens what’s already there. It doesn’t change your personality, it just makes you give less fucks.”

Had you read his mind? Jake cleared his throat and nodded slowly, before taking your hand and letting you help him up. 

Only then, when he was standing so close to you again, did he realize you were still covered in his seed. He turned even redder.

“Oh, right.” You giggled, closing your eyes and once again snapping your fingers. 

Immediately, you were clean of his cum and back in your dress - which had also magically repaired itself. Jake also found himself back in his briefs and jeans, his coat safely hanging over the counter. His mouth dropped.

“You-,”

“Are an actual witch, correct, Sherlock.” You winked at him and walked back to the other side of the counter, “Now, do you still need that potion?”

Jake stared at you for a second.

“Y-yes,” he mumbled, watching as you quickly finished the preparations. He didn’t dare say anything, his heart beating at triple speed and his brain working overtime. He had just fucked you. For like… a good while. And he didn’t even have your phone number.

“There you go,” you smiled and carefully shoved the bottle with the potion over the counter, “just pour a few drops over your flowers tonight. You should already see some results in the morning.”

“Th-thanks. How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, Jakey. You already paid me enough.” You said cheekily and Jake found himself choking on his own spit.

When he walked out he regretted not asking you for your number. Or if you wanted to go on a date. 

But that night, when he got ready to put the potion to its use, he saw a little note stuck to the label he hadn’t seen before.

Tomorrow, 8 o’clock at your place. I promise I’ll bring wine that won’t make you wanna fuck me for hours. It’s a date! Also here’s my number: xxx-xxx-xxx. See you tomorrow, loverboy!

Jake found himself laughing out loud. 

And while he did his work in the garden, he thought that just because the wine wouldn’t be the reason, he sure as hell would not mind fucking you for hours at least twice every day for the rest of his life.

[frankenkyle19]

Corn-Maze Shenanigans

Happy Halloween! I literally have been working on this for two weeks and it’s still trash but I don’t care anymore, I’m absolutely exhausted. Hopefully it’s decent, sorry it’s rushed I wanted to get it done before Halloween was actually over and I work all day tomorrow and won’t have time to post it. Not at all proofread. Probably a lot of errors.

Word count: 5.5k

Description: Peter Maximoff and reader go to a fall/Halloween festival together on their day off. The corn maze was closed for the day but Peter comes up with a plan. They get up to no good in the corn maze. Smut. Smut. Smut. Enjoy! :)

The nostalgic feeling that fall brought on never ceased to amaze Peter.. Everything about it was magical. The weather, the activities and my god the smells. The smell of fall was something that Peter wished could be ingrained into his scent receptors. The spices, the chill in the air.. There was no debate, it was the best time of year hands down and he’d die on that hill.

He’d been dying to go to a pumpkin patch or a festival since the end of September but the X-men had been so busy with.. Well, helping keep people safe. Peter wished he could have called for some sort of time off or something because he felt as if he was watching everyone else around him enjoy activities that he obviously loved more.

Finally, fucking finally after what felt truly like years, you agreed to go with him to a nearby farm festival on a day the two of you weren’t busy. Peter swore he’d never been happier, practically bouncing up and down just thinking about it. He couldn’t wait to eat whatever fall snacks there were and play (and obviously win) all of the games.

And he wouldn’t lie, he was excited that he got to hang out with just you. Like.. Alone. Yeah he was super excited about that. Suddenly all the waiting seemed like it would pay off. Finally the universe was working in his favor!!

————

The day of arrived and Peter quite literally couldn’t think about anything else. Couldn’t concentrate, could barely function. It was actually pretty bad but he ignored that fact in favor of imagining how much fun the two of you would have later.

He waited outside of your room, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was wearing a brown striped knit sweater with big bubble sleeves that had him feeling like he was wrapped in a nice cozy blanket, the only time he’d be seen without his iconic silver jacket. It was supposed to be chilly tonight and he wanted to make sure he didn’t freeze to death. As much as he liked the cold weather he’d rather avoid hypothermia.

“Are ya almost done?” He asked, leaning his ear against the door to try and hear what you were doing inside. Nosy fucker. “We should probably get going soon so we’ve got plenty of time to look at everything before it gets dark!” He said, fidgeting with his fingers, brain moving a mile a minute.

“Almost done!” You called out, doing your finishing touches before you took a glance at yourself in the mirror, also wearing a sweater similar to Peter’s. Great minds think alike apparently.

Snatching up your bag and your car keys you did one last scan of your room to make sure you didn’t forget anything before you opened the door, eyes lighting up when you saw Peter in his oversized sweater.

“What took you so long? We’re in practically the same outfit, only difference is I took a minute to get ready and you took thirty,” He shook his head but followed after you as you began to walk down the hall.

“Well the difference, besides you having superspeed would be I just needed to do more. Makeup, hair.. Things that lots of people do before going out.”

“Pshhhh all that stuff’s unnecessary. You would have looked fine rolling out of bed, ‘kay?”

Peter said, but he wasn’t really listening, mind set on the future. Specifically about fifteen minutes in the future where he’d be stuffing his face with pumpkin flavored everything and picking out a pumpkin from the patch to bring home and carve.

The two of you reached the garage and made your way to your car, sliding in. Peter messed with the radio as you adjusted your seat and pulled out of your spot, leaving the garage. The crunch of gravel underneath your tires was music to Peter’s ears, just another reminder that the two of you were headed to what Peter would probably recall later on as being the best part of his year.

“You excited?” You asked, though you knew the answer. Everyone at the damn school knew the answer because he wouldn’t stop talking about it. Scott had seriously started to consider duct taping his mouth shut just to get a moment of silence.

“More excited than I’ve ever been in my whole life, I'm pretty sure, even made sure not to eat any twinkies today so I’d have enough room in my stomach to try everything. You know how difficult that was?”

A scoff left your lips as you shook your head. “You and your Twinkie obsession..”

“They’re arguably the best snake cake ever created, dude! Did you know originally it wasn’t vanilla filling? It was banana. I guess during the Second World War bananas weren’t being imported to the US anymore so they had to switch to vanilla cream.”

You’d never heard Peter so passionate about anything in his life, except maybe about his little tricks to get the highest scores in arcade games.

“You ever considered teaching history? History of American snack cakes,” you laughed which then caused Peter to laugh as well.

“Maybe I should ask Charles if that can be a course next semester. Who knows, maybe if I really show my knowledge he’ll say yes.” He drummed his hands against his legs, waiting in anticipation to arrive.

You and Peter kept short conversation as you drove until you turned down a long gravel road, approaching the farm. You felt Peter moving side to side next to you, trying to regulate his body before the two of you got out of the car.

—————

The farm finally came into view along with the sweet smell of caramel and pumpkin. You managed to find a parking spot fairly easily and before you’d even fully stopped the car Peter was scrambling out, looking towards the entrance of the farm, a huge child-like grin on his face.

You didn’t want to keep the poor man waiting any longer so you quickly turned the car off and stepped out, grabbing your bag and walking around to his side of the car.

“Ready?” You asked, breaking him out of his excited daze, to which he nodded eagerly and grabbed your hand while he walked towards the entrance as fast as he could without using his actual superspeed. The last thing the two of you needed was anyone recognizing him. Hopefully without his silver jacket or X-men suit it would be harder to identify him as the one and only Quicksilver.

“Born ready, baby.” He laughed softly as the two of you walked up to the ticket booth and Peter reached to pull his wallet out of his pocket. You stopped him, quickly grabbing your own and pulling out two five dollar bills, handing them over to the man in the ticket booth.

“Hey! I was gonna pay for that- I’m the one who dragged you here anyways- C’mon-“ Peter huffed out as the man stamped both of your hands with a little pumpkin stamp before waving you on your way so that he could attend to the next person in line.

“Too bad. I know how excited you’ve been for this and I wanted to do something nice. Sue me.” You grinned, taking Peter’s hand again as the two of you looked around. It was absolutely beautiful. Orange and yellow and red colors were splashed everywhere the eye could see. There were pumpkins, gourds and the smell of delicious foods that Peter couldn’t wait to devour.

“Where do you want to go first, Quickie? Lead the way.”

Peter didn’t need anymore convincing, looking towards the nearest vendor and making his way over. There were several signs above the tent which explained what was being sold there.

Fresh pumpkin pie, pumpkin donuts, pumpkin cookies.. Just about everything pumpkin flavored under the sun.

“What’re you gonna get?” You leaned closer to Peter while you spoke so that he could hear you better over the crowds of people chatting.

“Everything. Every. Single. Thing.” You would have called his bluff but you knew he wasn’t joking. Hell, you were talking to the man who averaged like.. Two boxes of twinkies a day. This would be easy for him.

Luckily the line went quickly and when it was Peter’s turn, the look of shock and horror on the person’s face who was taking his order was hilarious.

Peter managed to somehow carry everything stacked up in his arms over to a picnic table where he organized everything by what he wanted to try first or what he wanted to save for last.

He took a seat and you did as well, sitting next to him as he grabbed the first thing in front of him, a slice of pie and devoured it in three bites. His cheeks were stuffed and he looked at you with a dorky grin before he chewed and swallowed, letting out a pleased hum at the taste. Peter was an absolute foodie through and through.

He downed it all like he hadn’t eaten in days, stopping every now and then to offer you a bite of certain things you were eyeing. It was actually quite adorable. At one point he’d gotten some sort of frosting on his nose and you wiped it off with your thumb, laughing as Peter’s cheeks turned a dusty pink.

Peter took the last bite of the last dessert on the table before using his speed to clean up the trash and throw it away before rejoining you at the table. Usually you’d lecture him about using his powers in public but no one seemed to notice and if they did they were too busy to care.

“You full now?” You asked, laughing as Peter rubbed his stomach over his sweater.

“Nope. Not even a little.”

You rolled your eyes before standing up, glancing over to another stand where they were selling warm apple cider. Just the thought alone had you feeling all warm inside.

“Peter! Apple cider, come on!” You said before running off in the direction of the apple cider to which he quickly followed.

———

With your hands wrapped around the warm cups of cider the two of you decided to do a little more exploring. People were beginning to leave little by little the later it got but the sun was still bright in the sky so the two of you had a while before it closed. You were thankful for it being less crowded though. You could finally hear yourself think!

Bringing the cup up to his lips, Peter sipped the spiced drink and you admired him for a moment. He looked so cozy and you knew he felt it as well. It was nice being able to get away from all the hustle and bustle of the school even if it was just for a little while. It was definitely needed. For the both of you.

Peter caught you staring and he raised a brow quizzically, wondering for a moment if he had leftover crumbs on his face or something. “What’re you staring at?” He asked, moving the cup away from his face.

“Nothing- no it’s nothing I was just.. I’m glad you dragged me along to this thing, Peter. I’m having a lot of fun.”

“And the days not even over yet! There’s still so much to do! I wanna go pick out a pumpkin to bring back with us! C’mon!”

—————

“What about this one?” Peter said, picking up a tiny, half broken pumpkin that looked like it was already beginning to rot.

“Ew, No! Just pick a normal one!”

The two of you had been going at this for close to fifteen minutes now. Peter was finding the ugliest pumpkins he possibly could before asking your opinion on them. The whole time you were just trying to find a cute one that called to you.

“Well I’m not normal so why would I pick a normal pumpkin? What defines normal anyways?” Peter said as he searched for another fucked up freak of nature pumpkin.

“You’re spending too much time talking to Charles. You’re starting to sound like him.”

“Oh am I now? Ello I’m Charles Xavier and this is my school for gifted children-“ Peter said in a very over the top posh English accent before he cut himself off with a laugh.

“Well he certainly doesn’t sound like that.. just find a pumpkin already!” You were between two choices. Two serious choices but Peter was just acting a fool. It was actually rather adorable. You were starting to find a lot of the things he did adorable.

“Okay okay bossy pants! Geesh.” Peter scoffed, glancing around the field once more. It was a big field with lots of pumpkins and the two of you wouldn’t be able to look through all of them so he just decided to look in the general vicinity for one.

Finally he found the perfect one. Well, his version of perfect because when you saw it you scoffed, facepalming as he held it up triumphantly as if it was his most prized possession.

The pumpkin itself was a dark orange, almost red and it was covered in bumps, making it look akin to a toad’s skin. That wasn’t even the worst of it though. Half of it was lopsided and looked like it’s growth had been stunted so it barely sat upright on its own without tipping over.

“You’re serious?” You asked, brow raised curiously as Peter rocked the pumpkin back and forth, cooing at it like it was a child.

“I am absolutely positive. Never been more sure in my life. Look at the little guy, it’s so cute. In.. it’s own way. Look- If I don’t take it no one will and then it’ll sit here in this field until it rots wondering why it wasn’t good enough to be chosen.”

“That was… weirdly deep. Okay okay whatever.”

You moved to step closer to Peter when you nearly tripped over a tiny pumpkin at your feet. It was perfectly round and orange except for one little part of it towards the top which was white. It looked like the only pumpkin in the whole patch that was multicolored and something drew you to it. You scooped it up off the ground and it was so small it fit in the palm of your hand. Stupid Peter, making you feel bad for damn pumpkins! They were pumpkins! It’s not like they had feelings. But you couldn’t resist this one because it was just so cute and unique.

“See? I told you. The normal ones are boring. Unique is where it’s attttt,” Peter winked. “Now, corn-maze?”

————

“I’m sorry, the corn maze is closed for the night. Too many people end up stuck in there and we don’t want to have to search for them while it’s dark. sorry.” The man standing in front of the corn maze said, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You and Peter let out twin sighs of disappointment and you moved to walk away from the maze when Peter grabbed your hand and without another moment's notice he sped the two of you into the maze. So fast that the man hadn’t even realized what had happened.

“Peter!” You gasped, glancing around at the stalks of corn now surrounding the two of you. “What if we get lost like he says? We don’t have a map!”

“It’s no biggie, babe! I'm hella fast, if we can’t find our way out I’ll just zoom around until I find the exit. It’s no big deal-i-o.” Peter seemed very nonchalant about it all while you were a bit more worried.

Turns out you had reason to be worried because the two of you were lost within the first five minutes of entering the damn maze and neither of you had a map…

—————-

“Come on babe, we could totally have some fun before they come and find us. The suns barely started setting yet we’ve still got a while. Promise I’ll make it worth itttt” Peter cooed into your ear as he trailed wet kisses down your neck before making his way back to your lips. Who knew being trapped in a corn maze could make someone so horny.

You tried to ignore him, really you did but it was practically impossible because as much as you hated to admit it you wanted him too. You’d always been curious about him and as annoying as it was, you were extremely sexually frustrated. Being cooped up in the school all hours of the day didn’t make it easy to get laid. It wasn’t like you could really bring dates back there either. Sneaking them in was rather easy but looking Charles in the eyes after was not. Because of course he always found out. He knew everything.

So, you kissed Peter back, letting his hands move up either side of your body, deft fingers feeling and squeezing until he got to your breasts. Ah yes, your breasts. Glorious glorious boobies. Peter loved them. He tried his best not to stare but hey! They were good tits!

His warm palms cupped your breasts over your sweater, giving a gentle squeeze as he kissed you deeper, practically devouring your mouth with his own. He was desperate, that much was obvious as he subtly began to grind his already raging hard-on against your thigh.

He wasn’t nearly as subtle as he hoped he was though because you felt him rutting against you but instead of pushing him away you pressed yourself further against him, applying more pressure to his throbbing cock. A little sigh of relief left his lips.

The two of you pulled away to breathe, your chest rising and falling heavily as you looked up at Peter, his silver hair already out of place and sticking to his forehead. He looked wrecked and you’d barely even begun. You were going to have so much fun with him.

Thankfully inside the corn maze there were several stumps that were placed around for people to sit on and take breaks, etc. they looked like the perfect place to sit Peter down right now and tease him till he was squirming and begging. He had absolutely no idea what he was in for but really it was his fault for initiating all of it in the first place.

Grabbing him by the front of his shirt you pulled him to one of the stumps, forcing him down onto it before you dropped to your knees in front of him. The dew on the grass seeped into the fabric of your pants and made you shiver but there were more important matters at hand, literally, as your hands reached for Peter’s belt before he quickly stopped you once his brain seemed to catch up, eyes wide.

“Woah woah woah what’re you doing?” He asked, holding your hands in his own much larger ones as he looked down at you, dark brown eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling heavily.

“I was just gonna- do you not want me to?” You asked, looking up at him with a puzzled expression on your face as you moved to pull away. Had this been too much? Was he just… All talk? Was he just joking and you’d actually made a fool of yourself? Oh god there were so many things it could be and now you were completely embarrassed-

“Wait!” He grabbed your arm, keeping you where you were as he continued to stare at you before he let his tongue sweep out to wet his pretty pink lips. “I- I’d love that I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to, y’know? Like I’d totally love it, bet it would feel fucking amazing I just didn’t know if like-“

You shushed him, pressing a finger up to his lips and he quickly paused, almost like he was under a spell. You were one hell of a witch then. Your other hand came to palm him over his jeans, feeling the heat of his erection through the fabric. He let out a shocked little gasp before squeezing his eyes shut, mouth slightly agape as a soft noise of pleasure left him.

“You want me to touch you, Peter?” You asked. You wanted a verbal response since he’d seemed initially so apprehensive of it even if he’d already given a reason as to why.

“I-Yeah. Yes please touch me please-“ if he was embarrassed about already begging he didn’t show it as he arched his hips up further into your touch, just trying to get more friction on his now nearly painful erection.

You didn’t need much more convincing after that, undoing Peter’s belt and pulling his zipper down before you reached into his boxers and pulled his length out. It stood at attention, long and throbbing and hard, a pretty bead of pre-cum on the tip. Mouth watering, you stroked over him a few times before you pressed a kiss to the head.

Peter was trying to maintain his composure, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in attempts to keep quiet as your warm, wet mouth toyed with the head of his cock. He was so outrageously sensitive that he was practically already squirming. Was he squirming away from the touch or into it? Even he didn’t know. All he knew was he never wanted this feeling to end.

Your tongue traced across the head of his dick, collecting the pre-cum there and letting it coat your taste buds, humming at the salty flavor that you’d been dying to taste for longer than you’d like to admit. Then you kissed down the side of his length, letting your lips memorize the feeling of the prominent veins that you found, committing it all to your memory. Hopefully this would become a common occurrence and you wouldn’t have to worry about remembering it.

Your hand continued to stroke the base of him and he seemed to just get impossibly harder the longer time went on.

Finally you took him fully into your mouth, lips tight around him as you slowly took him inch by inch. You were determined to take all of him but it would take a moment to work up to. You were a bit rusty.

Peter let out a quiet little cry as he tried his absolute hardest not to buck up into your mouth and choke you on his cock but it was getting harder by the minute to control himself. He gripped the sides of the stump he was sitting on, looking up at the sky which was starting to turn a beautiful orange as the sun began to set. He’d never realized how beautiful outdoor sex could be. Especially in a cornfield. Most people wouldn’t ever really think of that.

You bobbed your head slowly, letting your nostrils flare as you took him deeper, moving your hand away as you took him to the base, silver curls tickling your face before you pulled back, taking a sharp breath in. Your throat was already scratchy but you weren’t anywhere near done. You’d been waiting forever and a day to do this and you wanted to take your time and really savor him.

“Jesus Christ!” Peter shouted before he covered his mouth when you took him back into the warmth of your mouth without warning. This was how he was going to die, he was calling it right now. Peter Maximoff cause of death: Blowjob. That sounded about right.

Humming around him, you pressed your tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling him pulse inside of your mouth. It was something you could easily become addicted to, sucking him off like this. Your pants were soaked by now, not only from the wetness on the grass but also from your own wetness that seeped from your core into your panties.

Peter let his head drop back against his shoulders and he let out a groan, one of his hands shyly coming to rest on the crown of your head where he tangled his fingers into your hair, massaging your scalp. It felt nice and had your eyes slightly rolling back. Placing your palms on his thighs you began to bob your head faster over him, a lewd squelching sound coming from your throat as you tried to hold back a gag.

Peter began to tremble, his body just so subtly vibrating as he began to get close. He was honestly surprised he’d lasted as long as he did and stayed as quiet as he had. Peter was usually someone who never shut up a day in his life.

“I’m- oh Jesus baby girl I’m getting close! I’m close- wait- I-“ His words died in his throat as you focused your attention on the tip of his length, circling it with your tongue, all the while grinning wickedly up at Peter who was falling apart.

“I’m serious! So serious I’m going to come in like- five seconds tops and I really don’t want to come in your mouth baby-“ He was obviously trying to be a gentleman but you thought fuck that and held his hips down as you continued your ministrations.

Peter seemed to give up then, realizing that you didn’t care if he came in your mouth. That you in fact wanted it, and when he actually thought about how hot that was it was what caused him to tip over the edge, gasping out a moan as he spilled hotly into your mouth in thick spurts.

You sputtered a moment before recovering, pulling off of him so that you could swallow before wiping the remaining cum from the corners of your mouth off on your sweater which would obviously now need a good cleaning.

Peter finally managed to open his eyes and look down at you, still on the ground, lips red and swollen and eyes a bit teary from the intrusion in your throat.

Speaking of throat, it was scratchy and would likely be sore later but you counted it as a win considering what you’d just done. Blown Peter Maximoff.. Hell yeah you did.

You were ready to call it a day now and find a way out of this stupid maze but Peter seemed to have a different idea. His gaze seemed to narrow and he was staring at you almost like a lion stares at its prey right before it pounces. It was almost a comical analogy because really Peter was nothing like a lion but in the moment you couldn’t really think of anything else to compare him to.

Finally standing up you dusted your pants off, still wet and now cold as the sun began to lower even further. It was beginning to get dark out now and you were eager to leave. Your back was turned to Peter and you couldn’t see what he was doing or that he’d stood up from his spot on the stump. Didn’t realize anything until his firm arms were wrapped around your waist and his hot breath was against your ear once more.

“Peter!” You squealed, having not expected it. He’d initially startled you but you slowly began to melt into his inviting touch. There was something about him that just felt familiar and perfect and comforting.

“We really need to get outta here. Or start calling for help.. It'll be dark soon.” You said as Peter nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. Whatever perfume you wore he was absolutely obsessed with. Or maybe it was just you. Probably both.

“But I didn’t get to make you feel good yet. It’s only fair-“ Peter pouted, teeth grazing your earlobe. A shiver went down your spine as he ground himself against you and to your surprise he was already hard again. Speedster things you presumed.

“You’re absolutely insufferable.”

“And you love it. C’mon babe just a quick fuck! They don’t call me quickie for nothing, I’ll make it worth it I promiseeeee.”

Really you knew that you should have been the voice of reason between the two of you but he was making an amazing point, plus the way that his erection was pressed up against your lower back… yeah, fuck it. You were fucking him in this stupid corn maze.

You spun around in his arms, leaning up to press your lips against his. He let out a surprised little gasp before he grinned, kissing right back, intensely eager. His hands wrapped around you and his fingers trailed up the small of your back before he cupped the back of your head in his large palm, pulling you closer.

Peter’s other hand palmed at one of your breasts, kneading it gently as he pulled away from your lips to press teasing kisses along your jawline.

“Don’t leave any marks! Peter!” You chastised him, gently shoving at his shoulder before he pulled away. His brown eyes were so dark they were almost black and it made your stomach clench, arousal seeping into your underwear.

You walked him backwards back to the stump, forcing him to sit down once more as you pulled your pants and panties down to your ankles before you positioned yourself over his lap, eyes locked onto his.

“This okay?”

“So much more than fucking okay baby, c’mere, sit. It’s comfortable I promise.” Peter was able to hold a straight face for about five seconds after the words had left his lips before he was covering his mouth and laughing into his palm before shaking his head.

“That was extremely cheesy wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. Good thing I still like you.” You leaned down to whisper in his ear before you were lowering yourself onto his length oh so slowly, teasing him just a bit. Unfortunately you didn’t have time to tease him the way you wanted because the two of you really did need to get a move on, but there would be more time for that later.

You sat firmly on his lap, his dick jammed up very far inside you. So far it almost hurt. It had been a long while so it would take a minute to adjust. By the looks of it Peter would be a moment to adjust as well so he didn’t come in the first three movements of your hips.

“How’s that feeling?” You asked him, grinding down against him, hips moving in little circles as he twitched inside to you.

His hands were at your hips, kneading and grabbing at the flesh as he let out a heavy breath. “Good- so good- so much better than good.. Perfect-“ He whined, lifting his hips up just a bit to fuck up into you.

At a different time and place the two of you might have taken this all slower. Really took your time to explore each other but in a corn maze with the sun setting was not the place for that. Plus it was getting pretty chilly.

Slowly, once you’d adjusted to his size, you began to pull up and off of him before plunging yourself down again with a shaky moan, gripping onto his shoulders like they were your lifeline.

If you hadn’t grabbed onto them you’d have possibly fallen off of Peter’s lap entirely with the way he bucked up into you with newfound excitement.

“That’s so fucking good, baby- It’s actually insane… Why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“I dunno Peter, maybe because you’re an idiot who never made a move on me.”

Peter let out a breathless laugh before he tossed his head back as you clenched around him, squeezing him in the most wonderful feeling of warm, hot velvet. It was heaven.

—————————————

“I cannot believe we actually did that!” A hushed laugh came from your lips as you leaned into Peter’s side, the two of you snuggled up into bed, comfy under the covers. You were trying to be quiet and mindful of the others in the mansion that were probably long asleep by now.

Peter leaned forward and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, grinning stupidly. “Right? It was the second best thing that happened to me today.”

“Second?!” You shrieked, shoving his shoulder playfully. “Well what was first?”

“Baby I feel like you don’t know me all that well if you don’t already know I’d say the food. Of course food is always number one for me! Sorry not sorry.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Alright whatever, you’re ridiculous. We should probably head to bed. I’ve got to be up early tomorrow.”

“So I can stay?” Peter asked, looking like a child who’d been told they could stay for the sleepover they’d begged to go to.

“Yes Peter. You can stay. Of course you can.” You said, scooting closer to him and snuggling into his chest, letting out a quiet sigh.

There was silence for several moments and for a second you began to assume that Peter had fallen asleep.. That was fast.. But then he started talking again.

“Happy Halloween. Thank you for going with me. I had a lot of fun.”

“Happy Halloween, Peter.”

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✦ October 24th | sex pollen

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↳ ○ | AN| Hi, hello, we are going to pretend that this isn't three days late. I was FIGHTING for my life with this one, I'm not going to lie. We got there though, I'm not 100% happy with this, but that might be me being real nit picky. The Master is a real ass in this one, it feels a little non-con, since a few things happen, I'll throw it in the TW too, but it's not really, just kinda vibes briefly. I'm only going to do one more, (well two because treat won for trick or treat, so I will be doing a Dhawan!Master x Reader one and a Kate Stewart x Reader one for Halloween, to finish it out. Once again I will keep the rest of the ones I didn't do for Kinktober and maybe release them slowly. This was a big big challenge for me, the whole kinktober thing, and that's on me for thinking a week or so before October that I could certainly do 31 fanfictions, even if they were supposed to be short little smutty drabbles. I have quickly learned, I can't just write short little things...I won't apologize for that though, because that's the roleplayer in me...I was absolutely one of those long-ass novel writing role players. I LIKE WORDS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU LET ME HAVE MY PROSE AND STUFF! Anyway I once again tried to keep it rather gender-neutral, but it's implied female anatomy, but if you squint maybe not? I tried, I SWEAR I will do Master x male reader sometime. SMUT MDNI

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↳ ○  how was he supposed to know the flowers on this planet were in bloom this time of year. How was he supposed to know how they would effect your human body? (Spoilers he knew.) 

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↳ ○ Simm!Master x Reader

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↳ ○ mentions of hypnosis, sex pollen, so consensual, but at what cost? sort of vibes. unprotected p in v sex, semi-clothed sex, the master is a right asshole, cumshot. petnames.

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You were suspicious when he brought you to this planet; he called it Hevides, said it was a nice little flora planet, perfect this time of year. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets, looking around as he exited the tardis, which aptly was pretending to be a tree. That wasn’t going to cause problems later, you were sure. He explained that there were a few rare plants on Hevides that he wanted to get his hands on; he wouldn’t tell you what for, but you assumed it was for a nefarious plan; it always was. You followed after him; it was a beautiful planet, you would give it that, but you also had a deep, nagging fear that a man-eating plant or something was going to get you, and that would be a terrible fate, just this giant piranha plant from Wish looking thing eating you. You were careful where you stepped; thick vines were littering the forest floor, which definitely didn’t help your imagined scenario of being eaten by a plant while there. 

“Are you sure it’s safe?” you finally asked, but his annoyed scoff told you it was the wrong question to ask. 

“Ye’ of such little faith,” he muttered as he walked past you.

“I mean, do I have to remind you of the fish people?” You started.

“Fish peop—you mean the sea devils? Come now, pet, that’s xenophobic.” He teased you. You stammered and tried to back petal, to which he chuckled and kept walking. “They weren’t fish; they were more like turtles if anything,” he shook his head.

“No, I didn’t mean it in a—I didn’t know they were called that." You stammered out, “And wait, wait, you don’t get to call me that; you are the most—” He cut you off and shook his head.

“Just because I think everyone is beneath me? Because they are, and you silly little apes are no exception, little backward things you are,” he tilted his head watching you. “Now don’t pout, pet; I picked you, didn’t I? As my companion,” he smirked his tone, teasing on the word companion. He disliked the word, but it was the best word to describe you and your relationship. 

"Yeah, moving on; we don’t have time for all that right now; you told me the sea devils were safe, and then they tried to kill us.” You pointed out.

“Miscommunication, and perhaps some old hard feelings.” He waved it off and clapped, making a victorious sound as he spotted what he was looking for. It was a large purple and orange flower; it looked similar to a sunflower if you had to compare it to something; the middle was covered in thick red pollen. He motioned you over, and you shifted, walking a bit closer. You hadn’t noticed how careful he had been stepping around it. When you got close enough, he flicked the back of the flower, making the pollen fly into the air around you. You coughed and sputtered, trying to cover your mouth so more of the bitter pollen didn’t get into your mouth. You looked at him with a look of disbelief as you doubled over coughing harder. 

“Don’t fight it; just breathe normally," he instructed as he observed you. “I just want to see how it affects you,” he said almost nonchalantly. 

“An experiment, right now, with a mystery plant!” You used the sleeve of your jacket trying to breathe. You felt funny, but not in a funny way; more like your body was slowly getting hotter, your blood was on fire, and your skin felt uncomfortable, like your clothing touching it was too much. The feeling was overwhelming quickly. Then the heat pooled, and you felt an ache between your legs. You blinked, trying to determine the feeling and will it away. Your head was hazy. You took a step back, your pupils dilating more; he moved forward, catching you before you almost fell in your attempted retreat. 

His fingers pressed against the side of your neck, on your pulse point, feeling your heart racing, pulsing against his fingers, he hummed. Your hand wrapped around his forearm; you tried to look angry, but your body was on fire, and his cold touch felt good; it would feel better lower. You blinked at your own thought; you felt your mouth water, and he pulled you up carefully. “Talk me through what you are feeling,” he smirked. “I mean, I can see some physical signs, some delightful tells, but I want to know how it feels for you.” He said like he was a scientist, and this was all a very ethical experiment. 

You almost didn’t want to tell him; you felt squirmy. Was that a word you could use? Was that a scientific description? “I’m on fire,” you breathed out. His hand grabbed your throat, letting his thumb brush your jawline before he moved your head side to side to look you over with that cocky grin. You let out a softer sound, “I don’t know, I mean, it’s overwhelming really; I am shaky, and there is this..." You paused, not knowing if you wanted him to know about the ache, but he looked at you with an expectant look. “I just...feel horny,” you muttered out the last word, looking away from him, but he tsked and pushed your jaw with his thumb so you would look back at him. “I just, I need..." You sighed.

“Need what? Go on, tell me... I am all ears.” He grinned at you again; you could tell he had a sort of satisfaction about this reaction. You wanted to stay mad, you really did, but your mind was so hazy now that you couldn’t think about anything but getting rid of this ache. It was nothing like you had ever felt before, and you were worried, scared almost. What was this pollen doing to you? 

“I just want the ache to go away. I just want—” you muttered out, locking eyes with him. His honey-colored eyes took you in. He studied your face, how flushed you looked, and how desperate you sounded. He looked down at you as your hips arched subconsciously against his, and a snider grin took his lips. 

“Such a needy, desperate thing.” He teased, “And why should I help you?” He asked like this wasn’t completely his fault. 

You blinked and looked at him almost in disbelief, “Because you brought me here! Because you made the pollen come off the flower?” You said shortly, his free hand left his pocket and moved to grab right above your hip. “You knew this would happen!” You accused, to which he gave you those puppy dog eyes.

“I didn’t know this exact thing would happen; I mean, I could have hypothesized about the effects on your silly human body, but I wasn’t completely sure, well, until now.” He nodded. “It won’t kill you, so stop worrying so much; just feel a bit.” He grinned, “You are adorable like this...all needy.” He mused a bit; he found this whole thing amusing, and you let out an annoyed strangled sound; you were getting so worked up, and he was just standing there being amused; you could strangle him. 

“Why isn’t it affecting you?” You sighed, trying to focus. You had a lot of willpower, so maybe you could work through this, maybe. 

“Respiratory bypass... held my breath when I flicked it.” He shrugged like it should have been common knowledge to you by now. "Plus, I’m sure it wouldn’t have affected me anyway.” He let your throat go and stepped back. “Come along. There really was something else I needed to get here.” He said and started to walk. You didn’t move; however, he paused when he didn’t hear you following him. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” You stayed still; you didn’t know if you could trust your legs to carry you properly. He rolled his eyes. “Are you playing disobedient now? Should I make you follow me, pet?” He asked, and you knew he was implying he was just hypnotizing you; maybe that would override what you were feeling. 

“No, you don’t have to do that,” you muttered. You took a deep breath and forced your legs to move; even though they shook a bit, your whole body did. You didn’t like this feeling, this sheer feeling of need; the heat was almost unbearable. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you slowly followed him, glaring at the back of his stupid head as he leisurely strolled through the forest looking for what he was really after. You walked for what felt like ever; the effects were getting worse, your body shook more, and you had to stop and lean against a tree to hold yourself up. "Master,” you breathed out. He paused, taking note of your breathy call. He turned around and looked at you, taking in your appearance; it seemed the pollen was in full bloom in you now. He tilted his head, noticing how you were leaning, how you subconsciously clenched your thighs together, and how one hand gripped onto the stomach area of your jacket. You looked weak now, shaky. He inwardly sighed like you were a nuisance before he turned on his heel and walked towards you. 

“You humans are so fragile,” he muttered and moved to pin you against the tree; his hands ran through your hair, forcing you to look at him again. The touch made you breathe out, “You aren’t going to be any good to me if you can’t keep up.” He mock pouted at you, “I suppose I, once again, have to take care of you.” He gave an exaggerated sigh, moving to let his hand trail down your stomach, stopping at the button of your pants. He looked at you for a moment, taking note of how your eyes were hazy, how you had the look of pure need, and how he could smell how aroused you were just by the air around you. That pollen made short work of you, and it amused him more than it should have. It melted your reservations, so much so that you were shifting a bit, trying to get him to undo your pants; it was like your mind couldn’t think of anything but getting off. “Oh and out here in the open, the great outdoors, how scandalous of you, bunny.” He mocked a bit. You felt your cheeks heat up more. He was right; you would have never done anything like this in public, not that this was public; this was in the middle of an alien forest; you hadn’t seen signs of civilization or anything of that sort, though that didn’t mean there wasn’t. 

You choked out a whine; you didn’t want to wait anymore, yet here he was being his normal mocking, snarky self, taking his time because he wanted to annoy you; that’s what it had to be. He finally pulled the button free, and with a delicate movement, he unzipped your pants, letting them fall past your knees and pool around your feet, but he didn’t touch you yet; he let his hand slip under your jacket, pushing it and your shirt up as he stepped closer, his mouth pressing against your neck, his hands groped at your chest, kneading the flesh there, listening to the lovely needy sounds that were spilling from your parted lips. He pressed against you more, keeping you snuggly pressed against the tree, the bark scraping your back, but the pain from it didn’t translate; it almost felt good. Your hand gripped and your nails scraped at the bark; your other hand grabbed his arm, gripping the fabric of his black jacket. Each kiss and nip caused you to whine and groan out; it felt so good; everything felt so enhanced; someone could be making a killing using this as one of those ‘enhancer’ pills, a funny thought that was quickly pushed from your head as his hips rolled against yours, grinding against you. He let a soft growl escape his throat as he sucked a dark mark into your skin before his hands slid down and grabbed your legs, easing them up to sit against his hips. You wrapped your legs around him, your body so hot, your blood felt like it was boiling, you whined out, you felt so damn needy, you didn’t like it, your senses were on overdrive. 

"Oh, what fun little sounds you make,” he muttered against your throat and pressed an open-mouth kiss against it before letting his teeth graze again. All these little touches and nips were driving you mad.

“Master! Please!” You choked out, pressing against him more, well, as much as you could in this position. As you pathetically rutted against him, he arched his hips up some, and you could feel his arousal, the bulge in his pants growing. He moved one hand down to undo his belt, and you gave a soft, needy sound. 

“Down pet,” he smirked, kissing your neck again as he pulled his belt some and then undid his pants. “So needy, I bet you are dying to get fucked.” He growled in your ear. The growl sent a rippling shiver down your spine; you had never needed something more than in this moment. “I’ll admit, this was a very insightful experiment.” He said pulling himself free from his boxers, slowly stroking his cock, teasing against you with the tip, “like a dam broke.” He teased you; you hated that, but you couldn’t help it; the pollen thrummed through you still. You were about to say something, anything to get him to just help you, but he pressed the tip into your dripping entrance. Which caused a breathy sound to escape. He slowly sank in, pulling you against him, One hand moved to cup against your ass, and the other was held against the tree by the side of your head as he started a deliciously slow rhythm. It was clear he was milking this to see you so desperate that you would do anything. It made perfect sense to you; with who he was, you knew he was going to make you beg, even though this was all his fault. Acting like it was an inconvenience, and he was so benevolent to help you, to fuck you. 

Your hips rolled against him, trying to get him to stop being so teasingly; his mouth found your neck again, sucking against your pulse point; he could feel how hard your heart was pounding, and you panted out. A deep thrust pulled a long groan from your throat, which made him smirk against your neck. You clenched against him, a diabolically delightful feeling for both of you, which made him grunt against you, biting your neck. He got the message and moved, pressing you harder against the tree, picking up his pace to something rougher, something faster; he wasn’t being playfully teasing anymore. 

“I don’t think you really mean it; maybe I should stop and let you think about it some.” He pulled his hips back, but you tightened your grip around his waist; there was no way in hell you were going to let him stop. 

Your nails scratched into the treebark behind you, the hand against his arm tightened more, your breath ragged as you groaned and moaned out, the feeling intense, the pleasure making you dizzy thanks to your already hazy mind from the pollen, you felt your muscles tighten and a pooling in your stomach, from your tensing and how your core pulsated around him, he knew you were close. He slowed suddenly, causing you to make a pathetic sound. “You can cum when I say you can,” he nipped below your ear. You couldn’t even think; your mind was swirling. How could he be so cruel and control this right now when your body needed this? “Oh, you want it so badly; listen to you, whining,” he smirked and made a mock whine in your ear. “You know what to ask for.” He breathed out and rolled his hips slowly, pulling almost all the way out, before slowly pushing back in.

You weren’t even sure you could form proper words right now, and he wanted you to feed into his control; he wanted you to beg for him to finish you. There was another low whined sound that he pulled from your throat. You thought about not playing his game, but he would stop, and you certainly didn’t want that. “Please, please let me cum, please, I need to,” you begged out, in the best tone you could manage, even arching and writhing against him, making sure to lock eyes with him. He studied you and shook his head with that cocky grin.

“Master please!” You slid your hand up from his arm to the back of his neck, keeping him close. “I’m sorry! Please! Please, I need you. I’m sorry, please! Please let me cum.” You breathed out in an almost panicked breath; this seemed to please him because he returned to the rhythm that he had been at before. “Please!” You doubled down. The stream of begging words and praises fell from your lips as you clung to him. You choked out a loud screamed Master, as you felt your body snap, the pleasure rushing your blood. The feeling of need was there but not as strong as it had been. He hissed out as your walls clenched against him and flexed milking against his cock. There was a moment he considered marking you as his in the most primal way, but he reluctantly pulled from your divine heat, rutting against you, holding the base of his cock as he groaned out, painting your stomach with strands of hot cum; it splattered against your bare stomach and the bottom of your jacket. There would be time for anger about that later. After a few long silent moments, he let you down to lean against the tree he had just fucked you against as he fixed his pants and redid his belt, making a face as he looked over your appearance. “Messy,” he said, like he once again didn’t cause the problem. 

You took deep breaths trying to come down, you slowly fixed yourself, and your gaze flinted up to him. You could feel the prickle of the pollen still, but it certainly wasn’t as bad as it had been. “Do you think you can focus and keep up now? Tell you what, darling, we finish this up, and maybe if you are good and keep up, we can have some more fun when we get back to the tardis; dunno how long the pollen is going to control your silly little human mind, but I would love to study the effects more closely.” He smirked, and you nodded weakly, looking down at the mess he had made of you. It was going to be a long adventure, that was for sure. 

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[yandere-paramour]

Hi! Oh my goodness I missed asking questions…But now I’m going to! And one question that has been on my mind is what the yanderes do for Halloween since it is spooky month and also my birthday was 2 weeks ago on the 1st! Anyways that’s all

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY CAMMIE!! I missed you :)

Atalanta unfortunately has a gala to go to. The annual city Halloween gala that she is required to go to every single year. She hates it and wishes she could get out of it, but it generates a lot of revenue for the city and it's her duty. And because you will be a Montclair, it's your duty too. Atalanta always gets the city's fashion college to make her costume (and part of the money is donated to the college), and they will make your costume too. You can pick whatever you like as long as your costumes match like a knight and her princess, pirates, Gomez and Morticia. The costumes are GORGEOUS, and they make you both look amazing. You spend the night eating expensive treats and fending off socialites who are trying to suck up to you. It's not super fun but Ata promises she will make it up to you.

Vivien goes out on the town for Halloween. By this, I mean he mans the flower shop. Every Halloween Night on Main Street where the shop is, the suburb part of the city does a little party/festival for kids and families. Every shop/store has candy and a little activity set up (Vivien does flower crowns), and the street is blocked off so everything is safe for the kids. There is food and music and everyone is dressed up. It's a super cute family-friendly event, and Vivien would LOVE if you came to help him out with it. You both can dress up as flower fairies (to match the shop), and you can assist him with showing toddlers how to use their tiny hands to weave flowers together. His shift isn't even the whole time so you both can leave halfway through to enjoy the rest of the night listening to music and dancing, eating amazing street food, and generally having a great night. In my opinion, this is the best Halloween night ever.

Y'all know Noelle hates letting you go outside, so she's going to have to put on an activity so fun and interesting that your sweet little mind will be so entertained and happy that you won't even think of going out. Of course, she's getting you a costume. She might even encourage you to sew/make your own costume to keep you busy the whole month of October. She will order lots of treats for you both to snack on and get some candy for the few trick-or-treaters who might come by your door. You and Noelle will spend the evening doing a cute little activity like carving pumpkins or playing a silly game or painting monster rocks while you watch scary movies. It's a very nice and cuddly night, and Noelle lets you have as many treats as you want.

[historical-fashion-polls]

Hello,

I want to thank you for running this blog and especially the Halloween polls! I've enjoyed it since I first came across it, but I'm especially appreciative right now.

I'm working in Emergency Management (which is not my usual job) this week and in the direct path of Hurricane Milton. Which means I've had 12 hour workdays since Monday with each one getting progressively more stressful (and honestly, a particularly scary one today, with multiple tornadoes on the ground not far from us). But these polls have been something help to take my mind off of things for a few moments. Getting to zoom in on two outfits and consider whether I would rather wear the one with the big skirt or the puffy sleeves? So good for my brain rn. Seriously, thank you so much.

hi dear anon! 💕

thank you so much for sending in this incredibly sweet and heartfelt message – it really means a lot! ☺️☺️ I'm so sorry to hear about the stress you're under at the moment – I can't even imagine how scary that must be ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 but I am really happy to hear that even in the midst of everything, the polls can be something that brings you a moment of levity and joy! 🥰🥰

and thank you for the work you're doing! I sincerely hope that you and everyone in the path of the storm are able to stay safe and well! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

thank you so much again for this message! ☺️💕 I wish you all the best, and I hope the tournament and polls are able to continue to provide even a little bit of relief and whimsy in spite of everything! 🥰🥰

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy new week, let’s write some more replies.

Anonymous asked:

What do you think about the dwarves? It frustrates me a how the fandom infantilizes them even tho they are in fact 2nd years and a type of fae in-universe.

The dwarves are little assholes and should have been kicked by both Vil in ch5 and Epel in the Harveston event >C Sorry, for some reason getting angry at them is kind of funny; maybe because the NRC boys also get super mad at them whenever they see them now… and their madness is contagious, I get mad every time I see them too.

Dramatics aside, I don’t have any problems with them as characters; I think they serve their role perfectly, to be honest. They are supposed to be annoying in a way…

I haven’t seen anything with them in the fandom, but yeah, I see your point. It’s pretty easy to start infantilising them, even though they themselves said that they are 17 and not some little kids in their very first scene. But if the way the dwarves in the original cartoon act is of any indication of the twst dwarves’ behaviour, I think it’s safe to say that even though they aren’t kids, they are menchildren lol But they’re doing their best!

It would be interesting to learn more about different types of fae.

Anonymous asked:

how do you think the other characters who weren’t in the playful land event would’ve been like? i wish epel was in it he probably would’ve ended up in a cute frilly outfit 🥰

Good question, Anon. I really wish to see the “switched” version of the past 2 Halloween events, so the Tweels+Lilia could torment Rollo, and then Fellow gets to suffer from Rook or Sebek… would’ve been so funny.

Epel absolutely would have ended up in a cute frilly outfit! Maybe something similar to what Lilia ended up wearing, but more “round” and cutesy. Actually, the costumes from these two events match each other very nicely; of course, the theme is different, but there are a lot of accessories/motifs that are featured in both of them: top hats, frills, capes… So the overall design probably wouldn’t be super different, and Epel’s GloMasq costume is already super cute!

Epel would have had a lot of fun, and I think he would be a very nice fit for this event in general: he feels like someone who would ditch school lol He would want to ride every single attraction, but also!! CARTS! He would race with Deuce! >:3 And whoever else decides to join!

If Deuce didn’t end up warning Riddle about the Playful Land and went with Ace, he probably would’ve been nervous the entire time, but couldn’t help but have fun with all the attractions. Riddle is interesting because he would be the one who is the most pissed about everyone skipping school, but… deep inside Riddle really loves fun, doesn’t he? So maybe with Fellow’s unique magic he could become almost out-of-character giggly… but then immediately get angry at himself because he shouldn’t be having fun! I also want him to put a collar on Fellow lol

Ruggie and Azul probably would’ve sensed that something is up from the very beginning. Ruggie knows that free things are too good to be true, but still, he probably would get as much free food as he can. He wouldn’t care about the rides all that much.

And Azul, as we all know, is suspicious and cautious to the point that Jade used him as an example of someone who wouldn’t be very susceptible to the kind of magic that Fellow possesses.  He would still scan the entirety of the Playful Land for market research though lol Someone should make Jade’s dream come true and force him to ride the rollercoaster. I also think Fellow and Azul would have a lot of “oh what a snake you are” kind of interactions...

Speaking of snakes, Jamil would be alert the entire time too! But he would probably relax easier than Azul; I also feel like Jamil would enjoy that crazy roller-coaster ride that Ace loved a lot. He would also think “thank god Kalim isn’t here” when they get captured lol

Rook would also be suspicious of Fellow from the very beginning, and he would probably be around him more than Fellow would want him to be. He would watch him from the ferries wheel (“Oh, I can see monsieur renard from here! Let’s wave” or some other bs)… Fellow would be so uncomfortable around him lol Gidel wouldn’t mind Rook though. Until he starts touching Fellow’s tail and--

Idia would really hate it at first. Like he said in the event himself, he hates amusement parks, long lines, loud people and being outside. He would probably stick closer to Azul at first, just like he wanted to do in GloMasq: he is his source of comfort lol But they would get separated, and Idia would get tricked (or forced) to go to some crazy ride… and then he would either absolutely unexpectedly love it and want to go again, or completely hate it and faint like Meg did after riding the Pegasus lol Actually, I want Rook to take him to the roller coaster!!

Sebek and Silver would go because Malleus wanted to go and while they don’t want to skip school, they have to accompany him to make sure nothing bad happens! I want Silver to still go looking for souvenirs for their loved ones with Idia lol I really loved how Ortho and Lilia also were looking for souvenirs in the event…

And Sebek would probably have fun at that attraction that measures strength… he would force Silver to do it too to see who’s stronger! And then Malleus would completely break the thing. Oops… Malleus would actually break a lot of things. He would completely destroy that house that is supposed to get destroyed BUT NOT LIKE THAT!

Fellow would have such a rough time with Malleus. But at least Malleus would perform and sing majestically <3 What an absolute treat of a guest. Well… not really if you’re trying to pull a human trafficking scheme.

Fellow wouldn’t be as lucky with this group, that’s for sure.

… who would play pool? Azul would. Azul, Jamil, Malleus and Idia and Rook.

Anonymous asked:

Does Fellow have the phone number of that one really mean client? I'm asking for a friend...

(this is related to mob/fellow hcs from this post)

Ohh, I sense some market competition 👀

Anonymous asked:

Bro Jade can fucking gut me in the mountains and I'd thank that man

I feel like with people really wanting Jade to do horrible things to them in the mountains, he’ll end up just having a sweet and wholesome time just to spite everyone who thirsts for him… 😔 a cruel man

[at1nys-blog]

Hungry and exhausted kids

Pairing: Demigods x diner’s staff

Summary: when the “Regulars” come to eat all injured and bruised is time for something special, and a lot of first AID kits

A/N: this is based on a post I reblogged some time ago(I don’t know when I’m going to post this nor if I can actually. If not just tell me to take it down no hate thanks) also you might read something similar written by @/drberfarious but do not worry people of tumblr I am a good writer so they contacted me and we talked about it so is safe for me to post it.

The 3Heads a diner run by the Pecks was one of the very few diners in the city open 24/7 no matter the weather conditions. The diner was open even under the holidays.

Sylvia, the youngest grand daughter of the owner, was happy about all of that, especially since she was allowed to decorate the space however she liked: on Halloween she gave her best if not more, this one being her favourite and the costumers loved the hanging spiders' webs and the skeletons having a bite with them and the owners loved the masked costumers-the second year since they were out for business they decided to inaugurate a contest for best Halloween costume and everyone loved it so much- the staff came to work dressed up as well; on Thanksgiving the atmosphere was more chill, with less decorations that excpected but the one not used for that holiday were soon going to be put out for Christmas.

Zackary, the older grand son of the owner, and Sylvia's brother, he noticed how many people were alone during Christmas, it was sad to witness young people spending such a jolly holiday, he wished for every single one of them to find a new family to spend that time of the year together. Some did, coming the next year with a partner, or their family; others didn't.

Than it was time for San Valentine, the sweetest holiday of them all, well on an equal footing with Halloween, but still. The diner turned from all green and red to pink. Hearts, flowers and ballons filled the diner and every now and then the owners were able to assist, and record, a couple of proposals.

It was before Easter, a couple of weeks prior to the festivity. A Saturday late night, maybe around 1 am or 2 when Sylvia welcomed inside a boy. The girl noticed he was exhausted, she had a thought that the boy had walked for a long time, how much to be exact she didn't know but again, the phylosophy of the diner was to not ask or assume.

She welcomed him in, a big smile on her face despise the late hour, he looked at her, for a second before turning around and scanning the space as in search of somewhere to hide.

"We have a couple of booths away from the entrance" she explained.

"No windows?" he simply asked.

"No windows" she repeated after him. The boy nodded and she asked him to follow her with a simple movement of her arm. When she had left him take a seat, the boys asked if they had something blue. Sylvia had to ask for some explanation here because what did he meant by something blue?

"I am craving blue food" he answered, which didn't help much but the girl knew how to deal with such reqeusts.

"I see what I can do." this was the magic formula to avoid conflict and with that she left the menu on the table and went straigh into the kitchen. "weird question but, do we have blue food coloring?" her older brother looked at her weird, as if she just asked him to take out from his pocket a monkey or something of that sort. "Ehy don't look at me like that. The kid asked for blue food." she defended herself. Her brother rolled his eyes and went to search for it.

"By the way do you know what he wants?" Sylvia was silent, she didn't ask. I mean the poor girl just got asked if they had blue food, the only think on her mind was if they could provide that for him and gain a new costumer or not a loose a potential costumer. "go ask him."

And so she did, and when she was back to the table he left the guy, she noticed he was sleeping, or on the verge of doing so. She pocked him, carefully, sure he was there to eat but if he fell asleep in the worst position ever that meant he was really worn out (?)

She pocked him again, a little harder this time and the poor kid jumped out of his skin taking out of his pocket a stabilo pen, using the object as a weapon as a fit to cause her arm.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask what would you like to eat."

"I don't really know, I just would like if it was blue."

"Okay, I'll tell that to our chef and see if we can meet your request. Anything to drink while you wait?"

Percy Jackson, Sylvia learned his name, became a regular at The 3Heads and after the second month-he passed by at least every single day to grab his usual to go, and once a week he took his sweet time by sitting and enoying his meal- he came in, the Pecks decided to add a special section of their menu and what best way to show it to him?

Percy walked in, followed by his two friends, Grover and Annabeth, with a quick hello went straight to his usual seat and then relaxed resting his head on the table. Annabeth was fast scolding him, it wasn't very polite to sleep in a diner but before Percy could explain, Sylvia was ready to give Percy that good news.

"Hello." she greeted the two new costumers. "Ohy sleepy head I have some news." she looked at the blonde girl and asked if it was okay for her to seat for a moment, when she nodded Sylvia sat down. "Perseus Jackson listen to me" his head was up in a second, the mention of his real name didn't scare him for once but only put him in listening mode. "I have, I mean the entire family has a surprise for you." Percy looked behind the girl and saw her brother, dad and grand father looking at him with anticipation. "read the menu" and so he did.

The first pages weren't any different, just a couple of new dishes nothing major really but then his eyes widened when he read the title of the section thet added 'Blue Food&Drinks'

"We have to find a new title for the section and we wanted..." she got cut off by the boy.

"Who's idea was that?" she smiled.

"Zachary joked about the fact we had to add it since you are basically living off of our food, dad thought it wasn't such a bad idea. Grandpa was the thoughtes to..." and once again Sylvia couldn't end her speech due to Percy hugging her out of nowhere with a soft thank you.

He then went to hug the rest of the Pecks and thanking them, he couldn't believe it. He never thought that complete strangers were going to do something this nice and sweet for him.

"Okay, why is Percy acting like a kid on Christams?"asked the boy. Sylvia just smiled and told him to check the menu. He started reading under his breath not understanding much about what was happening untill... "wow he comes here this often?"

"What? What is it?" said the blonde girl next to Sylvia and the menu was given to her, she smiled. "He comes here that often for sure. Thank you, you gained a loyal costumer and he is never going to stop talking about it. I am pretty sure the other campers will come here too." The Pecks knew about the summer camp not that away from the city, Percy had talked to them about it some weeks after he discovered the diner.

After that, Percy came in with always new people and the first think he showed them was the section about the blue food, picking for them his favorites and sharing new ideas with the cooks of the diner even because the blue food was becoming to be a trend. Kids asked their parents to take pictures of it; teens loved it and also felt the need to have it to fit into a new society that was head over heals for it; elder people just wanted to have some fun and try something out of the ordinary because who could have thought they could have a smoothie with blue cookies? Not them.

Time passed and The 3Heads had campers from "Camp Half-blood" almost on a daily, they became like a very extended family and good friends. They celebrated their birthdays there, went on dates there or just went and between one bite and the other played Mythomagic, similar to a game of Yu-Gi-Oh! but with mythological creatures. Sylvia did played a couple of rounds while on a break.

Time had passed since that first night when Percy Jackson walked into the diner and since then Sylvia and Zachary made good friends with the campers, everyone had their favorite kid but Percy? He was the number one for them. He was funny, sarcastic, intelligent on his own, witty and so much more. He sure was stubborn but one of the nicest kid the older Pecks have ever met in their life.

It was the day of Percy Jackson's birthday, in 2009, that the Percks closed the doors of The 3Heads for the first time in their life because how can you keep a diner open when a bunch of teens come to you bruised and injured, whith a face that read 'we lost someone' all over their faces?

Sylvia, Zackary, Colto and Taddeus Peck didn't asks question because this was their phylosophy of work, and whoever walked into that doors had a chance to choose either tell their story or not, and that night campers that have seen death, fought her and won decided it wasn't the time to tell the story of what did happen.

[galaxystardragoness]

Blood Moon: The Forbidden Lotus

Pairings: Seonghwa x Rayne (named reader/ OC) x Yeosang

Trope/Au: Vampire au, e2l, s2l, f2l, angst, fluff, horror, smut

WC: 3.4k

Rating: 18-19+

Warnings: Dark themes, death, blood, tragic events, manipulation

Kinks: Predator/prey, mxm, poly, blood play, bulge kink, voyeurism, rough sex, aphrodisiacs, temperature play, let me know if I missed anything

AN: Hello!! It finally arrived!! It's the first part collab with @sanjoongie ! Make sure you check out Topaz fics to connect everything! Thank you to my amazing beta @choisanshine and @starlitmark (for the help!!) as well!! Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!! Please enjoy and Happy Halloween!! Be safe, everyone, and if you celebrate!!

Taglist: @abiaswreck @twisted-tales-of-all @kitten4sannie @anyamaris @drunk-on-hwa @piratequeen-queenofgames @whatudowhennooneseesyou @xsweetelegantdisasterx (if to be added or removed, dm or ask)

Disclaimer: These are not true depictions of the idols, but rather face claims. Do not plagarize, translate, re-upload, or steal my works! Thank you!

Yeosang was the first to step into the night, looking into the sky with a smirk peering upon the blood-red moon. Turning, he looked back at his long-time friend, Wooyoung, with a glint in his eyes.

"Care to cause mayhem with me this night? It is, after all, Hunter's moon and the perfect remedy to cause chaos~" He questioned, pulling his ebony hood over his head, eyes flashing in anticipation of Wooyoung’s answer.

Yeosang smirks after hearing Wooyoung’s answer about joining him on this eventful night. Ready to feed after a time of waiting, but thoughts wondering if this night would be enticing to do more.

"Let us begin, my brother"

He looked at Wooyoung, with a proud smile turned wicked smirk and flash of his piercing eyes, pulling the edge of his cloak, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the night.

Seonghwa had ended his nightly shift from work, getting his things for the week ahead with Rayne. He looked up at the clock, 19:32. He smiled happily, finally putting time in for the paid vacation, to be exact, and to finally get out to spend time with his group of friends. Seonghwa said his goodbyes to his co-workers for the night, heading to his car. For some reason, he felt unease when he got to his car, looking around to see nothing in sight. He breathed deeply, opening his car door after unlocking it, getting inside, settling everything in his passenger seat, and cracking the windows to let the night air come in.

He gripped the steering wheel tight and closed his eyes, leaning his head back for a moment in thought, knowing these last few weeks had been hell alone not only in work, but the heartache from the person he loved from someone who continuously hurt Rayne. He hated watching every minute.

"I wish I were stronger so I could protect her and tell her my feelings before someone else finds her heart… and shatters it again. Zeph is right… I'd burn the world for Rayne. Tonight will be the moment to tell her everything in my heart and soul." His voice mixed in conviction and pain.

Sitting back up in his seat, he moved his hand to the key, feeling a shiver up his back. Seonghwa didn't like the feeling. Rolling up his windows after starting the car's engine that purred to life. Setting his car in drive, he drove off quickly to his next destination, you.

A figure watched from the tree line under the shaded darkness, eyes glowing, watching Seonghwa leave. A dark chuckle is heard in silence, hearing the wishes he normally brushed off, but this one piqued his interest. The figure dropped his previous meal, a hiker he caught running previously, moving back elegantly into the shadows, disappearing under the crimson moonlight to follow.

Seonghwa had made it down Fever Road, seeing the bridge in sight, knowing he was closer to home in less time than anticipated with the road mostly clear. The fog was very light compared to most autumn nights, and the moonlight guiding the way helped. The bridge is close in sight. Something ran across in front of him, taking him by surprise, causing him to swerve and lose control of the car. The tires screeched, but it wasn't quick enough to stop hitting between a tree and part of the bridge.

Seonghwa groaned in pain, coughing and being disoriented after the crash. He swallowed hard, hearing a drip hit his jacket from his head that felt wet from his head. He raised his gloved hand, touching the injury, making him hiss in pain. He groaned, seeing the blood on his hand. His hand rested on his stomach, feeling something against his skin but not wanting to look where the pain resonated. His free hand reached out the shattered window to the handle outside to get out, attempting to open the door. He growled in frustration and stopped, leaning back against the seat, feeling his strength slowly wane.

Seonghwa cried out when he was yanked out of the car with force, snapping the seat belt which shattered more glass hitting the ground. He whined, the feeling of being carried so unfamiliar to him. The figure set Seonghwa down onto the concrete and dirt from what he felt. His eyes opened in alert at the figure while holding his injury, coughing into his arm, looking back to examine the being under the moonlight. Its predatory eyes under the hood caused fear to ripple through him.

"Who are you?" He questioned, dragging himself backward when the being pulled the hood back, revealing an ethereal-looking man with longer black hair, tilting his head with his unnatural, glowing eyes, crimson, and indigo intertwined within the irises.

"The one who will make your wishes come true." Giving an indirect answer to Seonghwa, walking forward, hearing the thrill of Seonghwa's heartbeat speed up in fear. The being quirked an eyebrow, bending down in front of Seonghwa, knowing the human had no chance of escape, gripping his chin roughly with one hand.

"Do you really want to keep going? For family, for yourself, maybe a lover?"

"I.." Seonghwa hesitated, feeling his body becoming heavy with each moment. He agreed to this, making Yeosang hum in satisfaction with the answer, with his clawed index finger lightly scratching Seonghwa's cheek, causing a shiver. A smirk etched onto Yeosang's lips, taking one wrist, raising it to his bloody lips, watching his victim’s face, biting into it, causing Seonghwa to cry out in pain, doing the same with a switch of hands. The vampire leaned in by Seonghwa's ear, hearing his shaky breaths, pulling him by force against his shoulder.

"Yeosang.. I'll make sure you remember it." He whispered darkly with sickly sweet undertones, swiftly biting into his neck afterward.

"R..Rayne.. '' Seonghwa gasped out painfully one last time, holding onto Yeosang with what energy he had left, feeling the hot tears run down his cheeks. He heard ringing in his ears and vision with darkness at the edges, feeling like a ragdoll from the slowed beats of his heart. Yeosang laid Seonghwa back, cutting his own wrist, letting him feed. Seonghwa tried to fight back but in the end, lost the battle after Yeosang pushed his wrist against his lips. He weakly let the coppery liquid slide down his throat, giving in to swallowing a few gulps. He let out a breath, closing his eyes slowly to a slumbering state.

"Rest before the next steps come into play.."

Yeosang looked back at the dropped phone lit up near the car tires, standing up with amusement. He walked over with a smirk licking the blood off his lips, devising his next steps.

Rayne bit her lip, looking at the time, knowing Seonghwa got off nearly an hour ago, coming from work to stay the week at her place, wanting to spend time with each other. She turned on the TV, flipping through channels to settle on the news, shivering at the events that had been happening this week alone. Rayne turned the TV off, concern spiking as she bit her lip.

"Why isn't he here yet?" You whispered, picking up your phone looking through the contacts. Texting Seonghwa first to see what had happened, swallowing thickly, thinking back to the news you just saw. Zephyr, your best friend, came up, opening the messages and giving yourself a moment before texting.

"Zeph, You guys be careful and please be safe. The weather is acting up, and these incidents are getting bad."

You sent it, looking outside at the light fog and the bright red moon rising in the night sky. Her phone vibrated, making you jump from the unexpected moment. A familiar name came up in the messages sending her pictures, making your eyes go wide. Upon seeing the last picture, Seonghwa's name appeared on the ID, answering the call immediately, thinking it was a joke.

"Seonghwa! What…" You answered, being cut off by the maniacal laugh that came through the other line, gripping your heart in fear as it dropped.

"What did you do to him??" You yelled in anger, standing up with your balled fist.

"My, oh my, angel, I can't tell you that." The voice responded in a mocking coo. You were about to speak, but the next words cut you off.

"Fever Road and Halazia Bridge if you want any chance of finding anything left. Better hurry before the cops catch on~" The voice finished hearing the smirk in his voice before the line went dead.

You raised the phone to your head, closing your eyes, thinking on your feet, and taking a deep breath. You moved in determination, putting your phone in your pocket, grabbing your keys and a weapon heading out to your vehicle following the directions the voice had given.

Upon arrival, you gasped, seeing Seonghwa's vehicle in such a damaged state. You parked your car on the bridge, turning on the emergency flashers, grabbed the weapon, and got out to investigate.

You took careful steps towards the crime scene, holding your weapon and torch close, eyes widening from what you could see between all the provided light. Fear started creeping up in your body, feeling as if someone was watching in the darkness. You searched the area carefully, biting your lip from taking in the surroundings. You stopped feeling something under your shoe, stepping off and crouching down, picking up the item. Tears stung your eyes, finding the bracelet you gave Seonghwa with blood on it. You stifled softly, lightly biting your tongue to keep from crying, standing back up and looking around one last time, being mostly unsuccessful in the search. You headed back to your car without looking back, gripping the weapon tight while listening.

Eyes watched you leave the scene after a few minutes, intrigued by you and looking back at the sleeping male, knowing what needed to come next.

You returned home with only the bloody bracelet that belonged to Seonghwa at the scene that you made him a few years back. You sighed, putting down your keys on the coffee table after locking the door and taking your shoes off. You felt the overwhelming sensation of crying, but you held on a little longer, heading to your sanctuary, your room, with your phone in the other hand.

You looked down at your phone upon entering your room, typing to Zephyr, closing the door behind you. You looked up from the phone, observing the room. you froze when you looked to the side, eyes widened upon seeing the sight on your bed, swiping across the screen and hit send before dropping the phone and running to the bed. You started tearing up, checking Seonghwa over, seeing the wounds upon his battered, bloody body, checking to see any sign of life, only to find none. A wail ripped from your throat, hugging Seonghwa the best you could, laying your head onto his chest, no longer holding back your emotions.

Yeosang leaned against the wall, watching, and moved off the wall tilting his head, eyes glowing. "You were looking for him, were you not?"

Looking over quickly, you see a man who looks ethereal, but his predatory eyes and deceptive smirk send shivers up your back.

"You?? That voice on the phone?? Who are you?? What are you going to do? How did you.." You questioned, trying to be confident if it wasn't for the quivering in your voice, feeling your galloping heart and freezing looking upon the man. A dark glint hinted in his eyes, hearing the next words when the man's smirk grew more dangerous.

"Darling, I don't have to do anything~"

You widen your eyes, feeling movement behind you, holding your breath when a hand softly wrapped around your throat, leaning you back against his chest. "S...Seonghwa...?"

"I need you. I've always needed you... " Hearing his plea by your ear sent shivers through your body. You feel his free hand go under your shirt and across your abdomen, making you jump, his coldness rubbing against your warm skin, causing you to shiver. His clawed nails ghosted the side of your neck. You were about to say something, but Hwa spoke up quickly.

"Let me take care of you.. to make you mine, would you like that...?" His sultry voice whispered into your ear, causing you to moan out a yes. His eyes changed more demon-like, striking like a snake, biting the side of your neck and holding your throat with enough pressure to cut the air off. Seonghwa growled, feeling you struggle, cutting off your airway that made your moments still, letting go of your neck after a moment catching your breath again with coughing, his hand relieving pressure, letting the blood run down his chin, but his head back with an open mouth smirk, his fangs revealed, licking his lips with his tongue. He lowered his head, his glowing eyes on full display. He growled, feeling you shake as he ran his hands up and down your sides, letting everything in his venom take effect.

"W..what's going on? Why is he cold and..ngh" You stopped with a whine feeling yourself heat up with tears pricking your eyes. They widened when Yeosang moved quicker than the human eye, standing by the bed at your side, gripping your chin firmly.

"He needed your blood to live. The feeling you have is quite euphoric to humans if they live long enough, that is. " Yeosang leaned closer, glancing between Hwa and you. "Let yourselves indulge. Everything will be explained in time."

Yeosang let your chin go, the back of his hand gliding down your cheek to your neck with an observant hum, watching you shake, nicking the other side of your neck, hearing you softly gasp before standing up. Seonghwa had growled, licking the new wound, laying you down on the bed, and hovering above you. Yeosang chuckled, seeing the romantic moment between you two.

"Don't mind me as I watch the show~" Yeosang smirked, leaning against the wall and licking some blood he captured from the cut he made on you.

"Rayne," he whispered needily, pushing your hair back from your face. "I need more of you, need everything," he continued looking into your eyes, waiting for a signal.

"Take everything.. p-please, I need you!" You begged him, bucking in his hands that laid on your hips. He didn't have to be asked twice to pull your bottoms with your undergarments in one fatal swoop moaning at the sight licking his lips. He followed by pulling his pants down and off, letting his cock spring free. You swallowed, wanting him now with a soft whine. Seonghwa went ravenous, diving into your pussy, causing a gasp to rise from your throat, feeling his muscle to your cavern. His growl reverberated at your core, making you buck your hips, wanting more, feeling your insides start to tighten.

Seonghwa's hands held your legs in place, still apart. He rose from your core when you were getting close, licking a stripe up your mound, making sure you were wet enough for him. A cursed high that faded with him moving upwards, licking the blood that ran between the valley of your chest up to your neck with a satisfying hum, moving to hover above you again. You took in his appearance above you, seeing the previous injuries either healing or completely gone. He pushed back the hair from your face, catching your attention, locking eyes with his. A devious smirk appeared on his lips, slicking his cock with your heat, hearing your moans like his favorite song, closing your eyes in pleasure, leaning your head back.

Seonghwa bared his fangs, entering you in one go until he bottomed out, groaning at your walls so snugly around him, a perfect fit for him. Your eyes snapped open, gasping in surprise from the temperature change, reaching out, hugging his shoulders closely, wanting to be closer. He shifted, bringing your legs around him, folding you to get deeper, snapping his hips relentlessly.

"That's it, so delectable, isn't she? She will make a good human to keep, a sweet treat to have~"

Seonghwa leaned down, hearing Yeosang's words hit his very soul, causing a growl to erupt from his throat, swallowing your pained cries that soon turned to pleasure in a heated kiss. In time he released the kiss, adjusting his position, having you against the wall. You felt your hand move with his, laced together, setting it on your stomach to feel him inside you. You lean your head back, feeling the tightening rise quickly. Seonghwa finally snapped, making you shakily gasp, when you felt Seonghwa’s fangs enter the cut Yeosang created, causing your orgasm to rip through you. He moved, laying you down on the bed, still feeding on you through the high.

"I…I love you, Hwa.." You whispered softly, causing him to hold your hands above your head, still laced together.

Yeosang glared, gripping a handful of Seonghwa's hair, causing the male to growl after releasing you, pulling his head back away from you. He separated you both after Seonghwa let go, seeing the blood cover his mouth and chin, dripping down his chest. Yeosang felt Seonghwa had enough of the ever-slow beating of your heart. Hwa started to move for more blood, stopping upon seeing Yeosang baring his own fangs, picking you up in his arms.

"You take anymore from her, and you both perish!" His voice deeply dropped in warning. The moment he finished the sentence Hwa’s eyes widened, feeling many emotions, bringing his hand up to hold his throat. Seonghwa threw his head back, falling onto the bed. His transformation was finally hitting completion, making him cry out, clawing at the sheets, and his back arched. Yeosang sat on the edge of the bed, biting his own wrist, opening your mouth, and seeing Seonghwa feed too deeply from you. He let the blood drip into your mouth, moving his arm, letting his wrist rest against your lips, feeding you, wasting no time. He gained a reaction when you started weakly swallowing, lifting your head to let the blood go down easier after a few gulps of the metallic taste coating your tongue. He let his wound heal, listening closely to your heartbeat growing stronger, cradling your weak body, lifting his head up, looking at the newly, now fully turned vampire.

"I love you too, Rayne" Seonghwa whispered painfully with tears for you, falling asleep afterwards. Yeosang grabbed your phone, moving you between Seonghwa and himself, creating a new connection between master, newborn, and human. He linked both your hands together, leaning against the headboard, thoughts back on Hongjoong and Jongho. He used your thumb in the biometrics to open your phone, watching to see if you'd awaken, which you didn't as he continued setting your hand down over your abdomen.

"Be careful what is wished for. Everything comes at a price" sending the pictures with the message to their friend Zephyr, setting the wheels in motion. He set the phone down quietly before closing his eyes, leaning back against the headboard, resting together for the time being.

Yunho swallowed hard, seeing the scene in front of him after the cops let Mingi and himself through. Zeph sending those texts that she received from Seonghwa's phone had confirmed his fears. In his observation, his tongue pushed inside his cheek, keeping his emotions in check, taking everything in. Yunho looked closely, seeing his friend's blood or what he assumed to be was on both the road and the driver's side of the crashed car. Yunho fished for his phone inside his pocket, stepping away far enough from his friend, Mingi, letting him take the scene in and anything else that was needed. Finally finding San's number, he called, listening to the ringing tone. He waited until the pick-up on the other line, cupping the phone with his hand.

"San, I have bad news… Seonghwa is missing. There is too much blood on the scene to be anything but suspected foul play…" Yunho spoke with a solemn tone expecting his friend to break down after the call. He answered San's concern after hearing him out.

"About that…" Yunho sighed heavily, "I haven't heard anything from Rayne either. Seonghwa was supposed to meet her after work. I assured Zephyr it was all good, but now I'm even more worried."

Yunho nodded to San's request, looking up at the moon, giving his word before disconnecting. He put his phone away, taking a deep breath before turning and heading back to his vehicle, where Mingi awaited him.

[emaginations]

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!!

Here's my gift for @gemini-forest for the @rottmnt-secret-gifting!

This is also going to be cross posted to AO3, so it can be read or bookmarked over there too!

The story, "The New World Is A Treat", can be read under the cut or in this link!

Leonardo was a soldier. He wasn't always that, but it's what he was forced to grow up as. When the Krang ripped themselves through that portal years and years ago, he had to let go of all his past dreams and childhood wishes. Then when the people around him started to slowly dwindle, he had to harden up and become the leader everyone left needed.

What Leonardo became was someone worthy of trying to fix his mistakes, someone that his family would be proud of. Someone who could actually be forgiven.

Now here he is, in a healed past, staring in a mirror and wondering if a sheet was too weak of a costume for trick or treating.

Yeah, he was going trick or treating at the ripe old age of forty. The things you do when you get yanked twenty odd years back.

It's his fault, really, that he agreed to this. It was already bad enough that all of his brothers walked up to him one afternoon last week with big pleading eyes. Then they roped CJ into this, weaponizing the face Leonardo literally watched grow up since he was an infant. Then he caved.

Now the night is here. Spirits, this feels so stupid.

Resigning himself to hiding under a sheet the entire night, Leonardo throws one over his shoulder and walks out of his room.

As expected, everyone is gathered in the lobby as they put on the finishing touches. Well, almost everyone. Leo and Donnie, who are already dressed up in Anakin and Spock outfits respectively, are too busy arguing to help out elsewhere.

"Star Trek attempts to replicate what technology would look like in the distant future based around actual science! The entire franchise is built upon science! Star Wars just makes up their own rules whenever they need some new random plot device when they’ve run out of ideas again."

Leo scoffs as he swings the lightsaber on his shoulder. “What you don’t understand is the fact that Anakin is top tier as a character and him existing is why you're already wrong."

Leonardo walks over to Mikey and Raph, who are finishing up the dragon tail to Mikey’s costume? “They're still fighting about this?”

Raph, already fully decked out in a complete Elvis costume, snorts at the question. "Are ya kidding? I don't think they've ever stopped about this. They just put it on pause."

"THEY ARE NOT "BASICALLY THE SAME THING" GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NARDO!"

“Annnd there they go.”

As expected, Donnie runs after Leo, who has jumped behind Leonardo, the second living shield in the Hamato household. Leonardo grabs Donnie by the shell as he runs by, lifting him up as he still kicks in the air.

“Hey,” he says. “Weren’t you taught to not murder your brothers?”

Donnie looks up in thought as his kicking ceases. “Hmm, I don’t think so. Put me down, maybe?”

Leonardo gives him a tilted smirk. “Yeah I’m not that dumb you little twit.”

“You’re only defending him cause you are literally the same person!” Donnie once again thrashes in Leonardo’s grip towards Leo. Leo, the conniving little culprit that he is, snickers from the safe-zone still behind Leonardo.

“Nah,” Leo says, stepping back, “it’s cause we’ve got equal tastes.” Leo’s eyes find the white cloth over Leonardo’s shoulder. “Oh speaking of, is that what you’re wearing tonight?! Is it a Princess Leia dress to match!?”

Leonardo raises an eye as he looks down at Leo. “If I were to match you, I’d dress up as Vader.”

Leo nods slowly. “Truue.”

At that moment, Raph finally finishes helping Mikey with the dragon tail, leaving Mikey to swish around the room as he stands.

“Well, what is the costume?” he asks.

Leonardo grimaces as the attention is now fully focused on him. He would have preferred showing the costume when it was too late to turn back, but he’s still new to being ganged up on by a bunch of teenagers.

“Oh it’s just uh…” Leonardo puts down Donnie and unfurls the sheet, throwing it over his head. The sheet covers him up until it ends at his knees. He throws his arms up as if he were standing like a scarecrow. “This.”

He can’t see out of the sheet, but the silence he gets in return is very telling.

“Okay,” Leo starts. “I take back what I said about equal tastes. His are rancid.” Leo emits a small “ow”, likey from Raph smacking him for being rude.

“That’s what you’re wearing!?” Leonardo grimaces as he lifts the sheet up to face an appalled Mikey. “And after all the effort that I put into my costume?! I can accept laziness but this is just wrong.”

“Oh come on,” Leonardo complains. “It’s a classic costume!” An idea pops into his head. “Plus! CJ’s never seen costumes like these, it’s good for him to understand what older costumes looked like!”

“Hm,” Donnie activates his ninpo and makes a ninpo megaphone in his hand. “Let’s get Junior’s official opinion then.” He turns it on with a screech. “ CASEY JUNIOR! YOUR FATHER IS MAKING BAD LIVELIHOOD CHOICES! FIX HIM!”

Leonardo rips the sheet off, face heating up. “Again,” he hisses, “I am not his father. I just helped raise him after Casey died. We’re not even similar biologically.”

Leo snorts. “Says the guy who was raised by a rat.”

“That isn’t the same thing!” Sure, he raised the kid, but he knew CJ didn’t actually consider him a real father figure. He just took over for Casey Sr when she died. He ran the kid ragged when they were surviving through the end of the world, he wouldn’t be surprised if there was some discontentment running around in CJ’s head.

The curtain for the tv room parts, revealing Splinter in a king’s costume, complete with a robe and scepter and everything, and CJ dressed up in a green witch’s hat and cape.

“What was that about ‘bad livelihood choices?’” CJ asks.

Leo gestures angrily at the sheet. “This lame excuse of a turtle was planning on going out wearing just a sheet as a costume!”

“It’s a good costume!” Leonardo looks over to try and salvage his lazy choices, but he loses all hope when he sees the appalled look on Splinter’s face.

“What son of mine chooses to wear something so tasteless!?” Leonardo’s face heats up in unexpected shame, and he’s pretty sure he hears snickering behind him.

“Oh, come on,” he says “It’s a classic! Case,” CJ straightens his back slightly, and Leonardo feels his chest grow tighter, “c’mon, what do you think?”

CJ pinches his mouth then sends him a pitying smile. “It’s… less than I was expecting.”

“What.”

As the rest of his younger family starts cackling behind him, CJ gestures to all of them. “Well, I remember you telling me when I was younger that you guys dressed up in really detailed costumes that you spent weeks making or preparing.” CJ points at the sheet. “And I’m pretty sure you just pulled that out from your laundry.”

Leonardo scowls at him and finally shrugs off the sheet. “How come you didn’t forget stupid stuff like that like a normal child?”

A heavy arm lands around his shoulder and Raph pulls him into a side hug. “Hey, cheer up! I got a spare outfit from last year you can borrow for the night.”

“Can’t I just put on one of your flannels, call myself a lumberjack, and we call it even?”

Mikey jumps up on the back of his shell. “Nope! You know the rules. We all have to wear a costume when we’re trick or treating!”

Leonardo sighs. “Alright. Show me what you got, Raph.” Great. This is just great.

-

Once Leonardo was forced into a cowboy costume of all things, everyone grabbed their pillowcases and hiked up to the surface. They made their way over to the MOMA where they met up with April, dressed up in a surgeon’s outfit, and Casey Sr, donned head to toe in all the gear of a famous female wrestler that Leonardo forgot the name of.

There was a delay in getting to the nearest apartment sector of Manhattan since Casey and Raph had a wrestling competition upon seeing each other. Leonardo thought about breaking them up but CJ kept cheering on Casey, so he let it go.

Keeping CJ happy was the reason why he even agreed to go up, so he’ll focus on just that for the night. That was worth every moment of embarrassment from being seen in a costume.

As they kept moving, Leonardo found that it wasn’t a hard feat to accomplish. The second they turned a corner and spotted groups of kids running around in costumes and decorations like intricate jack o'lanterns set down on porches and fake spiderwebs all around, CJ’s eyes lit up. Everything’s filled with orange and red, probably the two colors Case knew best, but the environment isn’t oppressive at all. It’s warm, inviting, comfortable, things he only had fragments of when growing up.

And the kids. Leonardo had never considered himself the type to be fond of children, but the sheer number of children that flooded the streets wearing silly costumes makes everything more alive. The apocalypse felt so dead when their numbers were already dwindling, but now he’s recalling the days when Cassandra first found CJ, forcing them all to experience a breath of life for the first time in years.

Then Leonardo has to do a double take, because are some of these kids…?

A little girl in a poofy pink dress runs by on their right yelling with glee and carrying a candy bag almost bigger than her. She almost trips over the sidewalk with a yelp, but Raph catches her just before she hits the ground.

“Whoa, I gotchu kiddo!” The little girl’s eyes are shut tight, but she opens them as she realizes that she never hit the ground. She turns to look at Raph. “You gotta watch yourself with it being dark out here and all.”

The little girl nods with a fanged smile. “Sorry mister!” She wiggles in Raph’s hand and he puts her back on the ground. “I’m not used to a big dress like this. It’s so big that it’s covering my tail!” The little girl lifts up the dress slightly enough so that a definitely-connected-to-her-body reptile tail can be seen sliding back and forth on the ground.

Raph gasps with extra emotion. “You have a tail?! So do I!” Raph turns around and brandishes his tail, the behemoth it is in comparison to her’s.

“NO WAY!”

Leonardo shakes his head fondly at the little yokai girl’s interactions with Raph. “No way.”

Donnie looks up at Leonardo. “I’m guessing there wasn’t much of a yokai-human bond in the future?”

“Not in the beginning,” Leonardo elaborates. He watches as CJ swoops in and helps direct the kid back to her group of yokai friends. “As the years went on, the humans started to realize that we existed and were trying to fight for our lives back, so we decided to form an alliance with them.” The little girl high-fives another kid in the group, a human boy in a superman costume. “I never expected it to happen here.”

“Yes yes, the miracles that spawn from an unforeseen until time-travel-shenanigans alien invasion, or something. Yin and yang, the good you find in the evil and that jazz.”

Leonardo scoffs. “I always wanted a normal life for him, one where he could actually live up here and go to high school and find his own way in life and be happy.”

Leo suddenly slides into the conversation in such a way that makes Leonardo narrow his eyes. “Oh, you wanted the best life for Casey?”

“Stop.”

“That sounds like something a DAD WOULD WANT!”

Leonardo leans down over him. “I know what you are.”

Leo tilts his head innocently. “Anakin Skywalker?”

“A JACKASS!”

A thwap on the back of Leonardo’s leg forces him to cut the conversation short. He looks down and sees Splinter rubbing his tail.

“Could we please not argue when we could be spending this time trick or treating?!” Splinter complains. “The one time of year we get free candy and you boys are wasting it!”

Leo rolls his eyes and holds up his hands. “Fine, but I'm not done with you, old man!” Leo runs off before Leonardo can argue with him or attempt to wrangle his head.

It takes a few more minutes for them to finally reach their first stop, an apartment with a skeleton wreath hanging over the door. It’s a quaint spot, but Donnie likely already knew the contents of the candy inside; peanut free, optional gummy option, possibly a handful of fidget toys. Leonardo would never forget how his Donatello would go the extra mile to track the best neighborhoods in New York. They always came back home with more candy than they (sans Raph) could carry.

Mikey starts to run up the steps with extra energy, but he freezes halfway up. He turns around and grins at CJ.

“Cmon Casey!” He shouts.

CJ’s eyes widened. “Wh-” Case looks back and forth from everyone around him. “Are you sure? I don’t even know what to do.”

Mikey rushes back down, grabs CJ’s arm, and drags him back up. CJ looks back at Leonardo with a fearful expression, but Leonardo just lifts his hands up in surrender with a smile. He laughs when CJ scowls back.

Mikey stops CJ at the top step. “Just ring the doorbell, wait for the person inside to open the door, then shout trick or treat! Sometimes you don’t even have to say it, they’ll just give it to you anyway.”

CJ looks back and forth from the door to Mikey. "They'll just give you candy?" Mikey nods. CJ looks back at the door and takes a deep breath. "No tricks? No payment?" Again, Mikey nods. CJ looks back to the door. His hand rises slowly to press the doorbell, just about to press it.

CJ pauses. "What if I mess it up?"

Donnie whips around CJ and presses the doorbell for him.

Mikey gasps at him. "Donnie! This was a learning moment for him!"

Donnie rolls his eyes. "Oh please, we'll do this at least twenty more times. He'll have his moment at some point."

As shadows move behind the door, CJ suddenly straightens his back and goes stock still.

It feels a bit ridiculous, but seeing CJ get nervous from something as small as this makes Leonardo’s mind cloud up with the need to go up there and pull him back to safety. This is the safest they've ever been. They're surrounded by the best warriors they've ever met who also just so happen to be their direct relatives. They're living in a world, a time where they're finally free, but Leonardo can't help but fear for him.

The door opens to a young Hispanic woman in a messy bun and a detailed gothic vampire outfit. A large orange bowl is full to the brim of different brands and flavors of lollipops and suckers.

CJ stutters for a second before shouting, at the top of his lungs, "TRICK OR TREAT!"

Everyone flinches at the volume, except for Casey, who applauds. CJ turns toward Mikey with an innocent grin. "How was that?!"

Still wincing, Mikey gives him a thumbs up.

The woman laughs and rubs her ears. "Damn kid, that was loud! I feel like I should let you guys get extra for that."

CJ gasps with childlike delight. "Really?"

Leo runs up the steps and nudges him aside with an awkward laugh. "Maybe don't encourage him? He'll probably shout at every door like that if you do."

This comment leads to the woman sending a knowing look towards CJ. "First Halloween?" CJ nods sheepishly. She leans in closer with a devilish grin, dropping a handful of candy in CJ's bag. "Then here's a tip for you. A new guy moved in a few doors down about a week ago, and I saw him carry a whole box of king sized candy bars inside this morning."

Donnie snatches at the candy she offers next. "I'm adding it to the map and we will head over immediately. Oh and uh, thank you!"

As everyone else quickly grabs their own handful of candy, CJ stands to the side and stares into his own bag.

When they all start walking towards the next stop, Leonardo slows down to walk in step with CJ. "How's the first haul?"

CJ looks up at him with a smile. "She gave us all so much! Are all houses like this?"

“Basically, yeah,” Leonardo says.

CJ goes to say something else, but then he seems to notice something and pauses. "Wait… didn't you get some?"

Leonardo scoffs. "Nah, I'm too old for that."

"Too old?"

"Yeah. Halloween is more of a kids thing. Some people in college go to parties, but us adults don't do much besides follow our kids around or hand out candy." Leonardo sends a dirty look at a grinning Mikey when he says that second part.

CJ frowns at his answer. “That seems like a stupid rule to have.”

Leonardo shrugs. “I don’t have much of a sweet tooth these days, so I’m not complaining.”

The comment does not seem to satiate CJ. “How about this,” CJ reaches into his bag and pulls out a fist-full of candy. “Once we’re done, you can have half of my candy!”

“Whoa hold on Casey, this is your haul. I’m not going to take it.”

Instead of listening to Leonardo, CJ forces his left hand open and shoves a handful of hard candies into his fist.

"You're going to enjoy this night just like I am," he says with a tone of assertiveness. CJ runs off to the rest of their family, leaving Leonardo to stare at the handful of jawbreakers he was given.

-

For whatever reason CJ had knocking around in his head, he kept handing Leonardo half of the candy he got. At one point he even tried to shove it all in Raph's bag (making sure to not put in any peanuts), but then CJ would catch him and send him those pleading eyes again. So, he got a bag.

Incidentally, him getting a bag led to him taking the opportunity to confiscate anything he deemed bad. Most of it was candy with nuts that somehow slipped through Donnie's radar. At one house he had to confiscate a baggie of chocolate covered espresso beans from Donnie and Mikey before they could try it out. They did not need any more energy than they already have. For that matter, who thought espresso beans were a good thing to give to children!?

Thankfully, before Leonardo can rip his nonexistent hair out, Splinter suggests they rest up at the nearby entrance to Central Park.

The kids unanimously decide to circle up and trade different brands amongst each other. CJ, bless him, doesn’t know most of what he’s been given, so it eventually becomes a showcase of CJ trying each piece that’s offered to him.

Leonardo watches their antics from a nearby bench. He’s thankful that they didn’t try to drag him into their little circle, he’s not sure what they would have done if Leo started to dump all his butterfingers in Leonardo’s bag. If Leo didn’t like them, then what makes him think that Leonardo would?

He’s brought out of his thoughts when Splinter sits down on the bench next to them with a sigh.

“You have no idea,” he says, “how difficult this gets as you get older.” He stretches his back. “I swear, you kids just keep getting more and more energy as the years add up.”

Leonardo gives him a halfhearted chuckle as he adjusts his hat. “I am having more fun out here than I thought I would,” he admits. “But I’m not much of a kid anymore.”

Splinter hums. “True. But then again, you will always be like little baby turtles to me. You four were so small and adorable!” He sighs. “I remember the first few days I had you and your brothers. They were the worst nights of sleep I ever had! Always making your little turtle noises and crying when it got too cold.”

Leonardo can’t help the snort of laughter that escapes from him. “I can believe that.” He looks over at CJ. “When Casey died, CJ was only two years old. He still needed someone to raise him, and I was really the only person around that could actually take care of Junior. Don was always working on our defenses, Mikey had to take care of anyone that got hurt, and Raph was already…” Leonardo’s voice catches and he coughs to release it. “Anyway, babysitting duty just so happened to land on me. I thought I wasn’t getting any sleep before, but when I had to deal with Case? I became a living zombie.”

“Babysitting?” Splinter scoffs. “I could hardly call raising a child for fifteen years through the destruction of your world babysitting.”

“Again with the-” Leonardo exhales sharply, then releases it in a heavy sigh. “It wasn’t just me that did it. It took pretty much the entire resistance to raise that kid. Everyone was basically his aunt or uncle at one point or another. Donnie was, Mikey was, April too. Heck, even Draxum pitched in a couple of times!”

“You say that,” Splinter says, “but that kid looks up to you like any child would to their father. I would know, that’s the look you would always give me. It’s the look you still give me.”

That catches Leonardo off guard. He looks back at Splinter, already giving him a knowing grin. “You may think that he doesn’t see you as a father, but he does. Just as much as I can tell that you see him as a son.”

Then, CJ shouts something that almost causes Leonardo’s brain to short circuit.

“Ojiisan!” Leonardo’s head snaps towards CJ, who doesn’t seem to notice anything off with what he’s said. “Did you want any candy? I’m offering now before Casey starts hoarding it all.”

“DON’T GO GIVING AWAY MY CANDY, GIVE AWAY YOUR OWN!” The two of them then dive into a mini wrestling contest.

Leonardo blinks. “What-” he shoots up to his feet. “What did he say?”

“I believe he called me his grandfather. And in Japanese, no less.” Splinter hops off of the stool with a snarky look that he knows he inherited. “I wonder what that makes you?”

Leonardo can’t find anything to say to that, so Splinter pats his leg with a chuckle before making his way over to the kids and requesting some kit kats.

There’s not much Leonardo can will himself to do besides watch as CJ escapes Casey’s hold and hands Splinter a pile of kit kats.

When he was wrangling with CJ as he grew up, he always thought that CJ didn't deserve a parent like him. He deserved someone that actually knew what they were doing when it came to kids. Casey literally worked with little brownie scouts to create an entire brownie empire. If there was anyone that deserved to be the parent, it was her.

But Casey is sitting right next to him now, and she's more of a big sister to him now than anything else. CJ's looking at Leonardo now, waving him over for a seat in the circle on his other side.

He looks down at the bag of candy in his hand and he can feel a smile begin to form on his face.

Leonardo hauls the bag over his shoulder and goes to sit down next to his son.

“So, got any more of those jawbreakers you feel like handing off?”

[lex-dr4ws]

TW: mentions of death and violence

~~~

James has never told anyone about his feelings, his fears, or his problems. No one ever knew what he was feeling deep down. Because he was the sunshine. He was the kind of friend who always seemed happy and confident.

He was extroverted, bold, and even a bit cocky from time to time, and people thought he was just extremely lucky to be so carefree, but the truth is he was just a good liar.

He was good at convincing people that everything was okay, and he would always get them to talk about themselves instead, because showing his vulnerable side was too dangerous.

In fact, James was probably the most anxious of the four marauders. Not because of the consequences of their pranks or something like that, but because of everything else.

He had to be successful at everything he did, it was like a principle. Even if he was effortlessly talented, he couldn't help but feel the need to make everyone proud, to show the world he wasn't just a rich pureblood. He had to make sure each person he loved was safe and happy, which was the hardest part.

He was worried about full moons, even after he, Sirius and Peter became animagi, because what if the wolf in Remus started to hurt itself again? And what would happen after they graduate? The marauders couldn't be with Remus every full moon after their seventh year.

On the other hand, he was always keeping an eye on Sirius when he was still at Grimmaurd Place, sending owls every week so that he didn't feel alone and impatiently waiting for his response, praying hard that his mother wasn't too violent. He was greatly relieved when his best friend moved in with him, but then he started worrying about Regulus.

He loved his family and friends so much that he always had to keep them close to make sure he'd never lose them. He was the most devoted friend, the most loving son, and the most trustworthy brother by heart Sirius could ever wish for, and he would do anything for all of them.

Unfortunately, at some point, the war got worse, and he started losing them one by one. It started with Regulus. James never knew how he died, but he felt his heart breaking when the young death eater went missing. In the same year, both of his parents died from dragon pox. A year later, he and Lily had a baby, which made him the happiest man in the world, and he promised himself he would fight at all costs to give his son the best future he could.

His friends Marlene and Dorcas died the next year. On Halloween night, when someone rang the doorbell, he made his way to the door, ready to offer some sweets, but instead, he met the gaze of Peter, followed by the man who destroyed so many lives. Voldemort.

The moment James saw those red eyes, he knew. This would be his last Halloween. This was the only time tears were seen on his cheeks. He had been betrayed. By one of his closest friends. Everything he had worked hard to build had just collapsed right in front of him.

The dark lord didn't wait a minute to cast the unforgivable curse on him. He heard his own knees hitting the wooden floor, and then the worst sound he had ever heard made him choke in terror-the cries and screams of the two people he loved more than anything in the world. And he took his last breath.

[pu-ryao]

Today was the Halloween party on Bin Weevils! It was my first time at a party and meeting any in-game characters, which was really cool! Some other little screenshots below...

Posh said about people missing out on codes "You snooze you loose darlings." and Fum declined to move from his spot in case he stepped on anyone.

On the topic of codes, Lab said a My Little Pony-themed code would be great. I like the idea of BW characters liking shows from real life, especially Lab liking MLP of all things...!?!? Posh said she likes Fum and he was flattered ::-]

I asked Lab what his favourite colour of potion is and he said purple. At the end, everyone wished us a happy and safe Halloween ::-)

Here are the six codes that were given out that you can redeem for money and items. They all expire in a week (next Monday):

hibernation

thewardrobe

stickycobweb

knightedskull

pumpkinpatch

carvedpumpkin

And of course there is an older code Vampire that can still be redeemed.

[rainbowuniversepageantsys]

Happy Halloween RainbowUP Village!

Hey ya'll just wanted to wish everyone a happy and fun halloween! Please make it fun and not wicked. We have enough evil in the world. So do good and be good and have fun with your costumes, trick or treating and parties. Stay safe youth!

I am still under the weather and I have lost some of my voice so I will not be doing an Inner Beauty Tip this week nor a Parenting Tip. Stay tuned for both to of these to resume next week! Have a blast tonight!

[hexpositive]

Hex Positive Status Update

Hello, witchlings!

As I'm sure you've all noticed by now, the podcast feed has been dark since September. For this, I apologize. I had some disruptive life events happen unexpectedly, and then they just kind of...didn't stop happening. I'm okay, Ragnar is okay, Havoc and Penny are okay, our families are okay, things have just been pretty consistently bonkers since Labor Day.

The result of all this is that I haven't had the time, the spoons, or, for a couple of terrifying weeks, the voice to produce new episodes of Hex Positive. I had been planning to put the podcast on hiatus following a special Halloween episode, since I wanted the time to focus on finishing my new book, but then....Life Intervened. A Lot. And the episode did not get made. And then I blinked and it was November. For this too, I apologize.

So what's next? The short answer is "a long break."

I fully intend to return to Hex Positive because I have lots more to share, but there are a number of things that need to happen first. Chief among them is that Ragnar and I are moving into our first house (no one is more surprised than we are) and it's going to take us a few months to get settled. I'm toying with the idea of making videos of the witchy things I do to set up a new household. Don't want to make any promises, but keep an eye on my YouTube channel, since that's where they'll likely show up if they get made.

I may put out some Patreon content on the main feed to tide everyone over, if I can find ten spare seconds to Do The Thing. In the meantime, there's still a good-sized back catalog you can listen to and share with your friends and neighbors, and I do encourage everyone to revisit their favorites whenever you might need a boost.

I will still be available through my social media, though posts will be intermittent at bet, and I'll be at the Krampusnacht Holidaze Market at Gallery5 and the Yule Witch Market at Diversity Richmond in Richmond VA this December. If you're on the Nerd & Tie Discord server, I'll be popping in there with updates from time to time as well. (Many thanks as always to Trae Dorn and the good people of Nerd & Tie for everything they do!) And of course, you can find me right here on tumblr! I love this big blue hellsite and I'm never leaving.

Thank you all for your support, your encouragement, and most of all, your patience! Hex Positive will be back once the mad whirl ceases, or at least slows down a bit. Until then, I wish you all health, safety, comfort, and happiness. Keep your common sense superpowers strong and remember - Always Practice Safe Hex.

Love Always,

Your Host, Bree NicGarran

Hex Positive will return in 2023

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - Jan 29th

Hey, friends!! Here’s what I’ve read this week--enjoy and be sure to leave a comment/kudo for your authors!!

~*~ 

An Armored Heart by ishipallthings

Tony had thought that the worst thing would be to have a chance with Steve and then lose it through his own carelessness and inexperience. He thought that by keeping Steve at a distance, things would be fine. He thought that by not pursuing anything beyond friendship with Steve, he’d always be able to protect and keep him safe.

He had never been more wrong in his life.

(In which Red Skull goes after Steve Rogers, and Tony realizes just how much he has to lose.)

I Almost Do by tinystark616 

Tony almost wants to call Steve.

Almost.

A fill for the Cap-Iron Man Community Gifts 2022!

The prompt was "Post Civil War fix-it. Either they were in a relationship before the events of CW or they don't get together until afterwards, dealers choice!"

inside my love by Thahire 

Natasha’s mouth curls into a satisfied smile when his torso gets uncovered, leaning in to kiss him on the shoulder. Steve swallows heavily.

He’ll never get over how it feels to be wanted by her.

Steve and Natasha undressing each other after a long day.

the consonant i forget by starvels (dinosaur) 

The man who comes to see him in on the 9th day in the hospital is gaunt. Greasy. Less clean than everyone else who's trundled in, asking if Steve knows them and then lied about being disappointed when he’s said no. This man is a spindle. A man spun around too many times. Wind chapped full lips and scratchy threads of his haphazard beard peak over a strange metallic, full-bodied suit of armor that makes something behind Steve’s eyes hurt.

He blinks them slowly at the man, just to see if that helps.

It doesn’t.

tell me you can't bear a room that i'm not in by quidhitch 

The meeting place for this interview changes four times in the week leading up to the scheduled date. The first email comes from Mr. Stark’s personal assistant, who sends me the address of a stylish dive bar on the Upper West Side and asks if I’ll be available around happy hour. The second email comes from Captain Rogers — not his team, not his agent, but Captain Rogers himself, writing from his personal Gmail address, which has a pretty flagrant typo in the handle.

(He’ll later tell me he just never got around to setting up a new one, but having met him, I suspect he keeps it that way more out of cheek than convenience.)

remedy by quidhitch for nasa 

“I like the walls,” Steve shrugs, knocking his knuckles against the side as if to demonstrate. “Makes me feel covered.”

A soldier in a fortress, Tony thinks, which is a pretty ridiculous thought to have about Captain America and his enormous limbs stuffed into a too-small bathtub, but there it is.

Or: Tony Stark learns a thing or two about what it means to be In Recovery™.

when i run out of road, you bring me home by quidhitch

“Oh, I won’t bother you.” The tone of Steve’s voice implies that he definitely will be bothering Tony, aggressively and frequently. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll keep to my farm, you keep to yours. Solitude together.”

Tony opens his mouth to argue that that’s not how this works, but he snaps it shut at the realization that Steven Grant Rogers is fucking with him. That twinkle in his eye has accelerated into a full-on glimmer, and the ends of his lips are twitching. Jesus, he hates this man. Or maybe he wishes he did. Tony can’t really tell the difference anymore.

I know I'll be alright (but I'm not tonight) by xWinterDreamsx 

Keeping their relationship on the down-low is hard sometimes, especially when Tony is drunk.

A Lifetime Of Christmases by Coffee_and_notebooks

One of the things that made Christmas so special for them was the traditions they had, what they could look forward to every year.

They had both always been those people that were absolutely obsessed with Christmas, getting excited well before Halloween and Thanksgiving, and getting excited all over again after the two occasions were over.

Or: Three Traditions Steve and Tony already had at Christmas and the One New Tradition they make.

Navigation by felisnocturna

There are several upsides to being telepathically linked with your own spaceship. Sometimes, it also makes things more complicated.

The Way You Look by Nixie_DeAngel

There’s just something about the swell of his husband’s belly as he nearly dances between isles of the grocery store in one of Steve’s own white tee shirts —so large on Tony’s slighter frame, that it slips off one shoulder— with his Captain America logo, a pair of black yoga pants and his curls loose and wild.

Invisible String by iam93percentstardust

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

~

Ana is the person who notices it first, and she’s the person who alerts the Starks and then calls the doctors when Mrs. Stark faints and Mr. Stark storms off in a rage, raving about deficiencies, and she’s the only person around when the Stark’s personal doctor arrives thirty minutes later, which means she’s the only person to hear the doctor confirm what she already knows.

And what Ana knows is this: two-year-old Tony Stark is colorblind.

Sandbag by paxnirvana

Tony Stark meets a recently thawed out Captain America.

Red Sand by peculiva

There is a hole in Tony's side. As in an actual hole caused by a jagged piece of metal that once must have held the place up. Now it's no longer supporting large concrete floors but lodged in Tony's torso. 

The Baby-Sitter Experiment by nightwalker

Steve and Tony volunteer to babysit. Fluff ensues.

As The Ice Creeps In by askaniblue

When Steve and Tony are grabbed by AIM, they're not too worried. Easy job. But then when their plane goes down in Siberia and Tony is knocked unconscious Steve is left to try and keep them both warm till help arrives. If it arrives.

Hope’s Torn Out Pages by geekymoviemom

For most of his life, Peter Rogers has watched his father struggle against the demons of regret and betrayal, unable to do much of anything to help turn the tide.

Until one day, the youngest person to ever intern at Stark Industries is struck with an idea, one so unbelievably bonkers that it just might work.

But first, Peter needs to help his father overcome his fears, help him realise that hope is no longer a curse word, but something he’s allowed to embrace.

Because hope is always stronger than fear. And it’s up to Peter to prove it.

You Take My Breath Away by jellybeanforest

Tony had watched his mother wither away from the flowers growing in her lungs. Though he is uncertain whether Howard was the reason, he never forgave him for prioritizing the search for Captain America over his mother’s life. He vowed never to fall to the same illness, to never take even a passing interest in his father’s all-consuming obsession.

He fails on both accounts.

This Mess We're In by Kiyaar

Steve is a troll, Tony is obliging. Everyone gets done. Set in that fictional interval during Secret Avengers where Steve is a Commander and he and Tony are actually on speaking terms. Unrepentant porn.

Persistence of Vision by dirigibleplumbing

Last night, Natasha Stark stopped by Avengers Mansion to pick up some of the recently “deceased” Tony’s files and found a sobbing, grieving Captain America instead. This morning, she’s going to clear the air with Steve, and make sure he knows his friend’s death isn’t his fault.

She'd know, since it’s her own death she faked.

If We Have Each Other by ralsbecket 

Steve grabs one of the leftover gift bows and sticks it to his head with a mischievous grin. “Look! It’s like I’m your present.”

Tony smiles, bright and sweet, as he squishes Steve’s cheeks together in his hands. He leaves a chaste kiss to Steve’s lips, replying almost too honestly, “And my future.”

Sarah watches her son fall a little more in love with Tony Stark that day.

Or, five times Steve and Tony surprise Sarah, and the one time Sarah knows.

Gather Ye Rosebuds by lazywriter7 

It isn’t like that, for many people. For them, love is the point: the axis around which everything else revolves, the destination at the end of a long, tumultuous journey. Realisation, confession, resolution. Happy ending. That’s how it goes. And love was a point in Tony Stark’s journey, except it came towards the beginning, rather than the end. The issue, instead of the solution.

He hasn’t been alone on the trip, of course. Steve’s been there: sometimes three steps behind, sometimes waiting up ahead by the turn of the road. They’ve sprinted and stumbled, sometimes stood still and refused to move on ahead, sometimes thought of turning away altogether.

Steve and Tony’s story began after they fell in love, and this is about how they fell in everything else.

Recursion by Missy_dee811

Tony finds himself at a crossroads when he receives a call from a long-time friend — Maya Hansen. Then, things take a sudden turn for the worse.

Will Tony ever be the same? And more importantly, will Steve come to his aid?

[supernovafics]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: college!ransom drysdale x college fem!reader

summary: in which your halloween night did not go the way you expected it to. 

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, (some) soft!ransom, kissing, mentions of sex

word count: 4.6k words

author’s note: happy halloween everyone! i hope you enjoy this and stay safe and have a good weekend<33

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Tutor: Are you coming tonight?

You: No.

Tutor: Are you sure? Because you still owe me one. Unless you’d rather have Meyers find out how you aced the midterm...

You: i hate you

You: What time is the party?

Tutor: 9

Attending a party at Ransom’s place was not supposed to be a part of your plans for Halloween night.

Instead, you were supposed to hang out with your friends and have a movie marathon of various Halloween-inspired movies. Starting with the Halloweentown series because you all unanimously agreed that the majority of those movies were iconic.

It may have sounded boring, but that was exactly what you wanted, especially after last year’s Halloween festivities that involved way too many frat parties and a drinking binge that led to a two-day hangover. To say that you did not want a repeat of that night, even though it was fun for the most part, would be an understatement.

Overall, tonight was supposed to be an uneventful one; however, one text from Ransom managed to completely change that.

But, even though it pained you to admit it, he was right; you did owe him one.

-

You: Okay, I’ll be there

Tutor: Costumes are mandatory

You: And what if I didn’t have a costume?

Tutor: In my opinion, I think wearing no clothes can count as a costume as well

You: I hope you know that I'm rolling my eyes insanely hard right now

Tutor: I don’t doubt it

Tutor: See you at the party, sweetheart

-

Reading Ransom’s final text made you wish that you had never needed him as a tutor in the first place. Because that started the chain of events that led you to the situation you now upsettingly found yourself in, and all you could currently think about was how much you despised Chemistry.

Science, in general, had never been your strong suit, but you always managed to somehow get through it all with at least a B. However, from the first week you stepped foot in this specific Chemistry class, it killed you; mentally, emotionally, everything.

Your professor did not hesitate to recommend that you get a tutor, and he even suggested the exact person he thought would be “great at helping you.” And when you found out that person was Ransom Drysdale, surprised was not a strong enough word to describe the immediate shock you felt.

You had never had an actual conversation with Ransom, but you knew exactly what his reputation was. You could practically see the trail of broken hearts left behind him. Not to mention the longing stares from the girls who wanted to be with him and the menacing glares from the ones who already had the displeasure. Something about the juxtaposition of it all confused you.

But, that was not the only thing that confused you; it was also the fact that he was supposed to be your tutor that made your eyes widen a bit when you were introduced to him. However, according to your professor, Ransom was at the top of the class and actually had a pretty stellar GPA. So, after some minor reluctance, ultimately, you accepted the fact that he would be your tutor. However, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t have your guard up the entire time, and you refused to allow your resolve to waver for a second. Not even after the first tutoring session you had with him in the library, where you found yourself actually not hating his guts, and instead, you enjoyed the hour and a half spent with him.

But, even with the weeks upon weeks of surprisingly good tutoring, there was still no way that you would get a good enough grade on the midterm to not fail the entire class. So, the day before you took the midterm, Ransom gave you the answers to the test.

At first, you were happily surprised by both his kindness and strange willingness to possibly face the harsh consequences of cheating for you– especially since you hadn’t even asked him to do it, and instead, you were going to simply suffer through your inevitable failure.

But, it wasn’t until after you had taken the test, and felt great about the fact that you weren’t going to fail, that you realized that Ransom wouldn’t have just done that out of the goodness of his heart; he would want something from you in return.

And apparently now was the time for him to get whatever it was he wanted.

-

“I can’t believe it’s a Friday night, not even just a regular Friday night but Halloween, and you’re going home.”

If you were face to face with Ellie, one of your good friends, at that moment, you knew that you would see the completely confused, and slightly annoyed, expression on her face; in fact, you could imagine the look in your mind. She hated when plans abruptly changed, or things didn’t go exactly the way they were supposed to.

Coming up with a lie to tell her actually wasn’t as hard as you thought it was going to be, but you did still feel bad about having to make that phone call.  

“I know it sucks. I’m sorry. I really wish I didn’t have to go.” The last sentence actually wasn’t a lie.

“Is everything okay, though?” Ellie asked, and there was genuine concern in her tone that made you feel even worse.

You paused for a moment, silently wondering if you should tell the truth. But, telling that truth would mean that you would have to also tell her that Ransom was your tutor in the first place, which was something that you decided not to mention to any of your friends because of how embarrassing that situation was. And you didn’t necessarily want to start talking about it right then.

“Yeah, everything’s okay, I’m okay,” You answered quickly, trying to add some light airiness to your voice to show that you were fine, even though you were honestly quite far from it. “It’s just some family stuff that my mom needs help with.”

“Okay. I kind of hate you, but okay,” Ellie responded, and somehow, you could tell that she was smiling.

“Have fun tonight and send everyone my warmest regards and condolences,” You told her. “Also, if you guys even think about watching Hocus Pocus, I will have to end the friendship.”

“I know that’s your favorite movie, and I promise we won’t watch it.”

You smiled for the first time in what felt like hours. “Thank you. I love you.”

“As I said before, the feeling is not mutual right now,” Ellie responded, but you could still hear the minor smile in her voice.

-

It was the immediate smell of alcohol and vague smell of vomit that made you want to leave as soon as you entered Ransom’s house.

You quickly felt out of place, especially considering the fact that you were entirely alone, and the only reason you were there was for a person that you were unsure if you would even be able to find amongst the copious amount of people that currently occupied the place.

However, once you walked into the kitchen, in search of something to drink, you were quickly proved wrong. You spotted Ransom, and it was almost as if he could simply feel your gaze on him because he immediately noticed you right back.

He smirked once he was standing in front of you. “You made it. I’m slightly surprised.”

“Your blackmailing abilities are just too good,” You said in response, offering him a dry smile. He let out a small chuckle at your words.

“You look really… great,” He leaned in close to you to be heard over the music, so his low words hit right against your ear, and it sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel your cheeks begin to warm. Suddenly, you became slightly self-conscious about what you were wearing.

Since going out for the night wasn’t in your initial plans, you didn’t have any costume planned out, so you had to settle on the candy striper outfit that you wore last year, which was still sitting in your closet for some reason. When you put it on, you noticed that the costume was much more revealing than you had remembered, but you had no other options, so you stuck with it. Even though it slightly felt as if your boobs were going to pop out at any given moment.

You disregarded the way Ransom’s previous words made you feel. “I don’t know if I should believe you after that hesitation.”

His blue eyes stared straight into your darker ones as he said the words, “It’s the truth.”

Something about the way he was looking at you almost made you feel as if he was looking into you, searching for something. You pulled your eyes away from his and instead finally took notice of his costume.

You could tell he was fully embodying Hugh Hefner with the sailor’s captain hat and velvet dark red robe he was wearing, which was open, and he had no shirt on underneath.

“I can’t say I’m surprised by your costume,” You said, eyes meeting his once more. “Something about it just… makes sense.”

“Should I feel offended by that statement?”

Your shoulders turned upward in a brief shrug. “Interpret it as you want.”

He laughed a bit at your words and then turned to the kitchen counter. “You want a drink or something?”

“I’d rather leave,” You said but still took the solo cup he handed to you that contained tequila and some sort of off-brand fruit punch, muttering out a brief “thanks” at the action.

“What would you have been doing tonight instead?”

“I was supposed to be watching random Halloween movies with my friends,” You answered and took a sip from your cup; you surprisingly didn’t hate the taste of what it was.

“That sounds really exciting,” Ransom said, and you could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

You rolled your eyes and decided not to respond to his comment, even though you were thinking of one too many comebacks. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“The one down here probably has some sort of line, so I’ll take you to mine,” He said, and before you could offer any words in response, he was grabbing your hand and leading the way. You absolutely hated that you actually enjoyed the feeling of your hand in his.

Something about the minor action made you feel nice inside, and you immediately chalked it up to the fact that your drink was already starting to cloud your mind and judgment. However, you weren’t entirely sure if that was the truth; although, you really wanted it to be.

You were glad that he let your hand go once you entered his room. But, there was a small part of you that couldn’t help but miss the warmth that his hand brought to yours.

“It’s through that door,” Ransom said, pointing to the shut door that was adjacent to where the television was mounted on the wall.

You briefly looked over his room. The bed was nicely made, and there were barely any random clothing items or other things littering the floor. “It’s a lot cleaner in here than I expected it to be.”

Ransom smirked. “You’ve thought about being in my bedroom before?”

“Yes, I’ve had one too many dreams about smothering you in your sleep,” You responded, planting a mockingly sweet smile on your face.

“Aw, at least I’m always in your dreams, sweetheart,” He said, still smirking, and his blue eyes had a mischievous glint in them.

“Did I say dreams? I meant nightmares,” You told him dryly, and before he could quip back, you set your cup on his nightstand and then went into the bathroom.

You didn’t really have to use the bathroom, but for some reason, you felt like you needed a brief moment to yourself.

The random banter that you and Ransom would share was something that you were used to at this point, but in this setting, it felt different. It felt more intense, like it was leading to something that you were unfamiliar with; uncharted waters.

The only times you’d “hang out” with him was when he’d tutor you in the library, and now you were at his party, more specifically, in his room, about to do God knows what. The thought of what was to come simultaneously worried and excited you.

“Let’s play a game,” Ransom said once you exited the bathroom. “Truth or drink. I’ll ask you a question, and if you decide you don’t wanna answer it, you take a shot, and vice versa. We’ll both ask ten questions, and after that, you can leave if you want.”

“And if I say no this game?” You asked as you grabbed your cup again.

“I don’t think you will,” He said as he took a seat on the large rug that was next to his bed and opened up the bottle of tequila, taking a brief swallow from it; it was the same one that you remembered seeing downstairs.

The amount of confidence you could hear in his statement made you want to challenge it, but you didn’t. Your night was already ruined, so there really was no need to attempt to leave any quicker. However, you could feel yourself moving closer and closer to that uncharted territory and that slightly unnerved you. But, the feeling wasn’t enough to make you want to leave.

You sat down on the rug, sitting on the complete opposite end of Ransom. “Shouldn’t you be worrying about what’s going on downstairs?”

“I have a friend that also lives here, so if something happens, he can handle it.”

You nodded your head and drank from your cup, somehow easily finishing the rest of what was left in it.  “I’m asking the first question.”

“I’m not surprised.”

You flipped him off and thought about what to ask for a moment. You didn't really know why you said you would go first because you didn’t have a question already in mind. So, ultimately, you went with the first thing that came to your slightly inebriated brain. “What’s your middle name?”

Ransom laughed a bit once the question left your mouth. “I thought this rule was obvious, but the questions are supposed to be good, not boring.”

“Whatever, you still have to answer it.”

He sighed. “Ransom is actually my middle name. My first name is Hugh.”

“Hugh,” You tested out the way the name fell from your lips, and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “Can I call you that from now on?”

“Never,” Ransom didn’t hesitate to answer.

You shrugged, still smiling. “Worth a shot. Anyway, it’s your turn.”

“I’ll keep it easy for now. What do you want to do after college?” He asked, and the internal sigh you let out was immediate.

You hated being asked that question. It was the main thing your mom would ask you, and it seemed as if that was the only thing she cared about. And any time you would answer the question with a dejected shrug, she would never fail to give you a look of disappointment.

“No.”

Ransom’s eyebrows furrowed at your one-worded statement. “No?”

“No, I don’t wanna answer that,” You answered and leaned forward a bit so that he could hand you the tequila bottle, you could feel your dress ride up and expose a significant amount of your thigh, but you didn’t care at that moment. The few swallows you took from the bottle burned down your throat, and you winced once you were finished.

“Why not?” He asked as he watched you place the top back on the bottle.

“I don’t think asking follow-up questions is how the game works, Hugh,” You responded and then decided to take another quick swallow of tequila to erase the uneasy thoughts about your unplanned future that were beginning to enter your mind. “What’s your biggest fear? And if you say this question is boring, I will castrate you.”

“It’s heights,” Ransom answered. “They fucking suck.”

“That just gave me the perfect first date idea!” You said abruptly. “Not that we’d ever go on a date, but y’know what I mean, I think. Anyway, the idea is to go to an amusement park.”

“So, you’d wanna see me have a panic attack on the first date? You have some weird kinks,” Ransom responded, his voice sounded nothing short of serious, but you could tell he was joking.

“Shut up, it’s not about watching you cry or something. I just think watching you face your fear would be cool,” You tried to explain yourself, and that made you realize that you didn’t understand why you were saying any of this in the first place. You shouldn’t have cared about Ransom facing his fear, but the thought of being next to him while on a rollercoaster made you smile.

“Although it may be cool, it’ll never happen,” He didn’t hesitate to say. “No one will ever see me on a rollercoaster.”

You sighed dramatically. “That’s a shame because I promise you, some girl would love seeing that.”

He smirked at that. “Some girl like you, sweetheart?”

You didn’t allow yourself to feel any type of way about his words. “Is that your question for the round?”

He shook his head, laughing a bit to himself. “No, that’s not the question.”

“Okay,” You nodded, smiling since you knew you won that round of whatever little side game the two of you were playing. “So, what is it?”

“Why are you here?” He asked, and you could tell that he thought he was onto something with his question. But he wasn’t.

You didn’t hesitate to answer. “Because you forced me to come.”

He shook his head. “No.”

“I think we have two very different memories of our text conversation earlier,” You almost laughed. “You literally said that you would tell Meyers I cheated on the midterm if I didn’t come to your dumbass party.”

“Do you actually think I would have done that?”

That time you hesitated to answer. Something deep down told you that he wouldn’t have, especially because it would have gotten him in trouble too. But also because you actually really didn’t think he would ruin your life like that.

You weren’t sure how long you had been silent, but ultimately you sighed. “No.”

“So why did you come?” He asked again.

Another silence prevailed for a bit until you could figure a way to answer the question. You wished that the alcohol wasn’t a current factor because you could feel it clouding your mind.

“I still owed you one, and I always pay off my debts,” You answered but still took a long swallow from the tequila bottle. It didn’t burn going down this time as much as it had earlier. “Anyway, it’s my turn.” You paused for a moment and caught his gaze. “Why did you want me to come here?”

Ransom was quick to shake his head, and he was silent as he moved close and sat right across from you, pulling the tequila bottle from your grasp and taking a swig from it. He didn’t move back to his original spot when he was done and you were slightly happy about that.

“So no answer?” You asked.

“No answer.”

Somehow things became quiet from there. It was Ransom’s turn, and you were sure he knew that, but he wasn’t saying anything. Your eyes were on him, and there was a certain expression written across his face that you couldn’t decipher, but you sincerely wished that you could.

You knew that you should’ve told him that it was his turn to ask a question; so that things could keep going and you could eventually get out of there. But, you didn’t tell him, you didn’t say anything. Instead, you simply held eye contact with him, not breaking the intense stare off you found yourself in.

You wanted to kiss him.

The thought hit you abruptly, and you didn’t want to believe that there was any truth behind it, but then that would have been a lie. There may have been some alcohol running through your system, but it was only emphasizing the truth, not hiding it.

Maybe you found yourself feeling this way because of how short-lived you knew it would be. Ransom wasn’t the type of person to become romantically involved with someone long-term. According to his track record, he was a “one and done” kind of guy, and surprisingly you were glad about that. You knew that none of this would matter, come tomorrow. He’d just go right back to being your tutor, and that would be that. He wouldn't want anything more from you, and you would convince yourself that you didn’t want anything more from him.

That logic was the only way you could convince yourself that this, what was happening right then and what was going to happen, was okay.

“C’mere,” His voice was barely above a whisper, and it felt as if he read your mind, recognizing the internal struggle happening within it, and he wanted to stop that battle.

And you let him.

You sat up on your knees and only had to lean in the slightest bit because Ransom closed the rest of the gap, immediately slotting his lips against yours. One of his hands found your cheek, and the other found your waist, and you could feel yourself sort of melting into his touch.

You could fully say that you didn’t expect the kiss to feel this good. Your mouths moved against each other so seamlessly; it felt as if it was something that had happened a million times before.

A small part of you wondered if you would find yourself regretting this in the morning. However, you really did not want to think too hard about that at the moment, so you pushed that thought away and instead embraced what you were feeling right then.

It was almost too easy for Ransom to elicit soft sounds from you, and you didn’t hesitate to allow him to pull you onto his lap. Your dress rode up a significant amount due to the action, and your underwear was probably exposed at this point, but you could care less about that right then. All you cared about, and all you could think about was how much you didn’t want this to end. So when it did, due to Ransom pulling away, you pouted a bit.

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question,” He said, looking up at you since you were the smallest bit taller than him with the way you were straddling his lap.

“No,” You responded immediately and leaned back in to press your lips against his once again. You were over the questions; that was the last thing you cared about. But Ransom pulled back, shaking his head and smiling at your eagerness. Ultimately you sighed and waited for whatever question he was going to ask.

“What’s one thing you like about me?” He asked, and you were slightly surprised by the question. Although he was trying to sound as if he didn’t care, like the answer didn’t matter, there was still something about that question that was so vulnerable. It made you want to answer it honestly.

“You act like an asshole, but you’re really not one,” You told him. “Underneath that hardened, douchebag exterior, you’re soft. You’re actually a good person.”

He let out a small, soft laugh. “It sucks that the one thing you like about me isn’t even true.”

You shook your head and dipped your head down a bit to press a kiss to his cheek. You didn’t know where this softness was coming from, but it felt right. “I know it’s true.”

You wanted to hear a response, but instead, he pushed his lips back against yours with an intensity that still gave you the response you were looking for. Your hands found their way into his dark hair, and you gave it a light tug, triggering a small groan from Ransom, and the sound made you smile a bit.

Although you didn’t necessarily want to, it was you that pulled away; and was immediately met with a frowning Ransom when you did so. But, it was your turn to ask a question, and there was one that you needed the answer to.

“Tell me why you wanted me to come here.” You had already asked that question, but you didn’t want him to dodge it this time.

“I like you,” He answered, and his lips found your neck, and you couldn’t hold back the breathy sigh in contentment that left your mouth.

You would’ve happily taken those simple three words as the answer to the question, but he continued. “I like how you suck at Chemistry but never fail to remind me that you’re good at everything else. I like how we joke around with each other, and you always seem to have a comeback to whatever dumb comment I make.” He pulled his mouth away from your neck and looked you in your eyes again. “But I hate how you always have some sort of guard up around me like you don’t wanna risk getting too close. So, that’s why I wanted you to come here. I want to get closer to you.”

His answer should have scared you. It was going against the only reasoning on why you convinced yourself that doing this with him was okay. This was not supposed to be anything more after tonight, and the way Ransom spoke made it seem as if one night wasn’t what he wanted.

But Ransom’s words didn’t scare you. Instead, you found yourself smiling at them, and you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol running through your body that made you feel that way.

“I like you too,” You found yourself saying, and verbalizing those words made you realize that they weren’t a lie.

Ransom’s words hadn’t scared you, but your four ones really did.

Before you could fully process what you were doing, you pulled yourself off of his lap, disregarding his words of confusion and furrowed eyebrows as he stood up from the carpet as well.

You fixed your dress and then finally met his eyes. “I think I should go.”

“Why?”

You thought of the best way to answer the simple one-worded question, but your brain had quickly become a completely scattered mess that was pulling you in a million different directions. “Because I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing anymore.”

“You just said that you liked me,” He said. “Why are you scared of that?”

A bunch of answers began flooding your mind; however, you did not want to say any of them. That question was way too heavy to unpack right then.

A shake of your head was the only answer you gave, and then you sighed. “I just need to go.”

“Okay,” Ransom nodded, and the expression on his face told you that he was completely detached from the situation, more importantly, from you.

You had broken it down, got into a softer side of him, and now that was completely gone. But you couldn’t really blame him, though.

“I’m sorry,” Were the final words you said before you opened his bedroom door and let yourself out, softly shutting the door behind you.

Maybe leaving was a mistake. However, you couldn’t find the courage to turn around and go back to him.

Suddenly, and randomly, you wondered what Halloween movie your friends were watching right then. You knew that their night was going a thousand times better than the way yours had just ended.

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