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Spooky Season 🎃🍂

& Little announcements.

It is now officially the best time of year.

I am happy, content and excited for the season <3

Also I am back from the shadow Realm. Hello, Hi. Nice to see you again.

Also I am now adding One Punch Man to my writing lists. I don't know why I didn't before to be honest, it is a fave of mine.

But right now I am thirsty as f for this mofo....

Jesus Wept... just look at him...

TAKING REQUESTS FOR HALLOWEEN THEMED / SPOOKY THEMED HEADCANNONS

So, without further ado...

Halloween Festival:

Attack on Titan - One Punch man.

Warnings ⚠️ A little bit of smut. Mixture of cannon and modern au throughout.

Added local translations for things too... you'll see what I mean.

It's Halloween night; the moon is full and the leaves are as crisp as the air is cold. The Halloween fair is here in town and luckily, it's also date night 🌙 ✨️

Eren

Haunted house? Lame.

Good luck getting this grump excited for fake cardboard ghouls and goblins. But... gotta hand it to him, it makes you happy so he'll happily oblige.

Casually sipping his pumpkin spice latte with one hand. He gets the iced one because only Eren is edgey enough to drink ice when it's below zero. (Celsius you monsters) while he wraps his free arm around you.

Doesn't blink an eye during the scripted prologue. Rolls his eyes when one of the actors tries to spook him and single him out.

Allows you to hide into his chest if you're that way inclined. He'll scoff at you to stop being so dumb.

"You've slaughtered fifteen meter beasts but you're scared of a sheet?"

But never the less he's just glad he's getting to spend some alone time with you.

There's a room where it's total darkness and there's little flaps in the walls where actors reach out to grab you - his eyes narrow when he hears your peircing screech. He doesn't flinch.

But his protective instincts are still there - although he knows there's no real danger he knows you feel vulnerable so he's still there as your protector.

"C'mere..." Pulls you into a smooch when you're out the other side.

Reiner

Reiners been just as excited for this as you have. Not only does he adore spending time with you, but he's also a fellow lover of this time of year.

Buys all of the things. Fried snacks, candy apples (we call them toffee apples, even though they're not toffee. Weird, I know.) Churros, Cotton candy (candy floss). And shares them all with you. You'll never ever go hungry when on a date with Reiner Braun.

Then he sees it. The holy grail of festivals. The ferris wheel.

Just something about the lights and being so high alone moves something within him. He feels free up in the sky, looking at the gorgeous view. Not to mention the privacy he has with you.

Romantic view of the fireworks from atop the giant wheel is the cherry on top of yet another perfect date with Reiner. His warmth radiates from him as he holds you close and kisses you, the gorgeous colours exploding around you. But of course, that's how it always feels for Reiner when he kisses you.

Levi

Crowds of people, unsanitary food, loud music? Levi is not a fan of places like this. But, much like Eren, will put up with it for you. You'll just have to make it up to him later...

Wins all of the games. Even the ones that are evidently fixed. The game master is puzzled as he hands you a giant stuffed animal; he was sure he'd glued that pin down...

Levi brings his own food, as well as dead ass laying down a handkerchief upon the wooden picnic bench before placing down his boxed lunch.

He'll hold your hand through the crowd when it gets a bit hectic.

Enjoys looking at the bonfire. Not a fan of the smoke though. And it always seems to blow in his direction. He's fuming.

The pent up tension and stress from the whole evening really comes out later as he fucks you more firmly than usual. Nothing against you, of course, but he releases his tensions through his dick and my god was that a lot of strain on his brain.

Saitama

Depending on what mood he's in, he'll love it or hate it. If he's in a good mood he'll enjoy it a lot more. If he can't be arsed then maybe not so much.

Obliterates the games. Like, breaking them. He pisses off the stall owners beyond belief. To the point of just handing him toys as he approaches. He keeps at least one, you can have the rest.

He'll go on rides with you but the whole time he's like:

Thinks the haunted house is dumb but still enjoys it. Laughs at you getting freaked out.

"Hey, y/n." He'll joke, pointing to the Hall of Mirrors. "The scariest room yet."

He'll enjoy the pumpkin carving... until he starts to struggle with it and gets annoyed.

Garou

Garous interest in the festival is literally only you. He wants to fuck you and keep his person happy. He couldn't really give a shit where it was. Saying that, he's a very "in the moment" person and will make the best of the situation.

Wins all the games. Will start a fight if he spots one that's fixed. Ain't no one conning you. Or him.

Laughs like a maniac in the haunted house; because he's scaring them.

Constantly touching you. Guiding you through crowds, squeezing in a sneaky ass grab, wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

Fingers you in a hidden corner of either the maze or haunted house. You drive him insane.

Buys all the food but dislikes most of it after trying them.

He's a softie deep down with a soft spot for kids, so when he knocked out the con artist of the game stall, gave out all the toys to the surrounding children. They all cheered him like he was a hero.

"Know how good 'm gonna fuck you later?" He'll sneer into your ear at the most random times. He's always like this on dates.

Enjoys the pumpkin carving and weirdly good at it too.

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quills-of-freedom · 7 months

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STARGAZING W GAROU.

one punch man // 18plus. 2159wc. drinking; fingered in public; crude joke; modern au // joint prompt w @satorutsuma : not a fandom i usually write for but 🤌

Garou's smirking at you when you glance over your shoulder, his arms folded behind his head in a way that completely distracts you from- from whatever it is you were planning to say to him. It suddenly doesn’t matter because the tilt of his lips is evidence enough that he knows what he's doing to you, and the way his eyes glint when you meet his gaze causes to you swallow thickly in an attempt to get ahold of yourself.

You skirt his body, admiring the pull of his t-shirt over his biceps and trailing down his torso to glimpse the sliver of skin revealed at his midriff before you suck your teeth and look away from him. "Ya know- you're a dick for someone who isn't even my boyfriend."

You can feel his eyes on you, the weight of them heady and heavy as you finish off your second can of moscato. It almost makes you look back at him, but you stop yourself by the skin of your teeth.

"Not your boyfriend, huh?" He questions, voice low and deep and the only thing you hear despite being surrounded by countless other people who thought it a perfect evening to stargaze at the park. "S'pose it was immature of me to assume you cryin' for my dick meant you were mine," he deadpans as you choke on nothing.

Garou sits up, crowding against your side and unabashedly kissing your shoulder as he caresses your back. There's a smile in his voice as he asks, "You alright?... Would you like another drink?"

"Shut up."

He chuckles, leaving another kiss on your shoulder before pulling away and handing you a bottle of water. "Drink up, babe," he tells you. "I'll fuck you while your drunk but I need you sober when you agree to be my girlfriend."

Your nose wrinkles as you take a sip. "Incorrigible. And a little too confident, don't you think?"

He hesitates, really and truly hesitates, for the briefest of moments and you're reminded of how you ended up here. Of how all the little glimpses of the man behind the life-hardened mask always leave you too curious- too eager for him to unveil himself for you completely.

"Should I worry, yn?"

The sound of your name from his mouth causes your face to go hot.

"No," you admit ahead of another sip of water. "No. I shan't say no. Garou," you tack on his name as an afterthought, the humored hum he offers you in response sending a shiver up your spine.

"You can and you should," he murmurs as he brushes a bit of hair behind your ear. "But...I'll give you the best of me."

You smile, a pleased laugh escaping you as you busy yourself with recapping your water before quickly turning your head and brushing your lips to his. He meets your gaze, color rising in his cheeks when you look up at him from under your lashes. "I don't want the best. I want all."

He licks his lips, slow and deliberate, and you suddenly feel a little bit like prey- you're ashamed to admit you like it, but it's a fact that you're quickly distracted from as he lifts a hand to caress your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek before he lets his fingers trail lower, following the open collar of your wrap dress and slipping just below the neckline to skirt the lace of your bra.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your blood rushing through your ears, and your whole world instantly becomes Garou. It's as wonderful as it is dangerous- forgetting yourself- but knowing doesn't stop you from falling deeper under his spell as he continues his descent, fingers slipping down your stomach and giving you a moment to stop him before sneaking under the folds of your dress.

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes," you admit, loving the feel of his breath fanning across your cheek as yours catches in anticipation. "Yes, I mean it."

He tilts his jaw, lips brushing the curve of your cheek as he says, "Good girl," and maneuvers around the fabric of your dress enough to touch the bare skin of your thigh.

"Shhh," he warns at your needy cry. "There are people around, babe. They're gonna know you're a slut for a man who isn't even your boyfriend if you get too loud."

You swallow, suddenly hearing the world around you all again. Your arm slips under where his is propped behind you, your fist gripping the soft cotton of his old Rage Against the Machine shirt. "I doubt anyone thinks you aren't, all things considered."

"I'll clarify for them."

"I'll stab you.' "

He smiles against your cheek. "Threatenin' me with a good time, beautiful?"

"Garou-"

"I know, I know," he says, pulling away from you enough to look at you as he teases your thighs. "You are beautiful," he says, the tone of his voice making you wonder if he really meant to say it out loud. "Just as beautiful under the moon as you are under sunlight."

You smirk, gripping his shirt a little tighter. "Let me guess," you tease, "I'd look better under you."

He surprises you by laughing, his head falling into your shoulder, and you find yourself letting go of his shirt to cradle him closer as you enjoy the gentle innocence of the moment. "Under, on top of- whatever you want, babe."

"Mmhm."

He kisses up your throat, nose brushing your jaw. Somewhere behind a kid starts to throw a tantrum but you ignore it- you have to as your not-boyfriend's fingers brush over your underwear. Your thighs part automatically and he doesn't waste time, pushing wet cotton to the side and parting your folds familiarly, sliding through the wet to circle your clit before teasing your hole.

"Shift your hips a little- good girl."

He offers you another kiss, lips brushing the corner of your eye before he pulls away enough to look normal- natural as he fucks his fingers into you. It's inappropriate, unacceptable even, but it’s lost somewhere between the cover of night, wine, and the unreasonable comfort that his sheer presence offers you. It leaves you uncaring. Openly vulnerable to his whims- eager for them, even.

Your lips part as you tilt your face toward the sky, eyes barely seeing the stars as he fits a third finger inside you.

"Keep quiet," he reminds you. "'s not too much. You take my cock, don't you?"

You nod, your hands settling atop the blanket you all are sharing, and he makes a sound of content as he ghosts your clit with his thumb. It takes every shred of self control to bite back your moans and sighs of pleasure, loving the feel of his long, thick fingers stuffing you full over and over, proving to you just how well he's learned your body as he offers you the perfect pressure and force with every stroke and circle of his fingers.

"Tell me…"

"I take your cock, baby. I-I take it and I love it."

He hums, audibly pleased, and draws a needy type of sound from the back of your throat. There’s a smile in his voice when he asks, "Do you like gettin' fingered in public? Or are you just a slut for me, babe?"

"This is a re-regular evening for me."

He laughs, shifting slightly and fucking you harder and deeper- more obviously as you gasp, wide eyes searching out his as your legs close around his arm. "Garou."

"That right? A normal evenin'?" He asks, voice low and unphased. His eyes meet yours, a cool, a curious look in his gaze before he says, "Relax. You're gonna make it hot-"

"Haa-Ga-Garou. Please just-"

His arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. "I take you out to stargaze- to be romantic," he taunts. "But, you tell me I'm only good for my dick" -you laugh and he smiles against your temple- "and all you want is for me to make you cum, yn?"

"Yeah," you smile, biting back another moan as your hips tilt into his strokes. "Don't stop, Garou."

"I won't."

His voice sounds just as warm as yours, causing you to grope blindly at his lap. He growls lowly when you palm his cock over his jeans, his fingers hooking against your swollen walls in an unspoken warning. He's hard, the thick length of him reminding you of how painfully empty you are despite being full of his fingers. It leaves you whimpering, shifting needily, and despite knowing what it must look like to everyone around you, you can't stop yourself and he knows it.

You can practically feel self-satisfaction rolling off of him as his fingers slow (never stopping, as though to mock the promise he made you earlier) and you make a sound of annoyance.

"Keep your hands to yourself- good girl, yn." His lips brush your temple, fingers still fucking into you slowly. "And relax, babe. It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?"

"Mmhm."

"I've been wantin' to do this with you for awhile," he admits in a low voice, as though he's worried you'll make fun of him.

It causes you to smile and turn your face into his neck before taking an open mouthed breath of him. "Yeah?... You Sh-should ta- ha, yeah, baby. Right there-" You let your teeth graze his skin, eyes fluttering closed as he fucks you just right, your walls squeezing desperately around his fingers. "Take me out like this more often."

"Cum for me," he murmurs. "Don't fight it. Cum for me and I'll take you out whenever you want, babe."

He grips your shoulder, holding you still as he steadies his pace, curling his fingers to fill you up just a breath more, rubbing his knuckles right up against the bundle of nerves he knows all too well. You cry out, uncaring and just barely buried in his chest as you cum, the wet schlick of his fingers fucking you through it drawing tears to your eyes.

You choke on your gasps, fidgeting in an attempt to get away once the feeling becomes too much, but he doesn't let you go. Instead his squeezes you closer, fucking you in short, hard thrusts of his wrist- easily owning every inch of you through your orgasm, leaving you sobbing and babbling out a garbled mess of thank yous and Garous that he quiets with the softest of sounds, his fingers sliding from your messy cunt, cum staining your thighs and shining on his skin once he slips from under your dress.

You curl into him, face hot and body trembling but stated as you sigh against him, belatedly realizing that you’re clinging to him as your cunt continues to squeeze and twitch around nothing, empty and desperate despite the feeling being too much just a few seconds ago.

"Is ev'wything okay?"

You stiffen, looking up to see a little boy standing next to Garou. It forces euphoria from your mind, leaving you painfully embarrassed as you blink tears from your eyes. "Oh."

Garou sucks his fingers clean. "We're ok, bud. Thanks."

"Weally?" He asks, looking at you.

You nod, smiling reassuringly. "Yeah. I'm just really emotional."

"Did he bweak yo' heawt? My sistew's boyfwiend bwoke hews... I can beat him up fo' you."

You laugh. "It's ok. He isn't my boyfriend."

"Oh... yo' husband?"

"No," you say as Garou says, "I'm her brother."

"Oh," the little boy says, clearly disturbed by the idea. "Well you haf' to be nice to yo' sistew."

"We've workin' on it."

"Good. Ok, well...'m gonna go back since yo' ok."

"Alright." you sniffle. "Thank you for checking. That was very brave of you."

"Mmhm - Papa! It's ok!" He announces as he runs off. "That's his sistew!"

You choke on a laugh as Garou does nothing to smother his.

"As cute as he was, he ruined my fuckin' orgasm," you groan, gasping as Garou pulls you to lay back on the blanket with him. "And you didn’t make it any better."

"'m gonna fuck you later so don't worry."

"You're the best, bro."

He chuckles, the sound warm in his chest as he strokes your arm, keeping you close as he reaches for the container of fruit you all have been sharing, grabbing a pineapple slice with the same fingers he fucked with you and sucking them clean. "I should take you home soon," he says, mouth full. "Probably embarrassed us both enough out here."

"For sure."

Silence falls between you all for a few minutes before he says, "Yn-"

"Mmm?"

"You're my girl- my girlfriend, right?"

You giggle, tilting your chin to kiss his jaw. "Yes. I'm your girl- and you're all mine...you have been. For a while."

"Is that right?"

You tuck your face into his collar, taking another breath of him as he eats another piece of pineapple. "Isn't it?"

He laughs, contented disbelief in his tone as kisses your forehead. "Yeah...yeah, it is."

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