#FUCK ME IN THE PATRICK BATEMAN COSTUME

[ithinkiveforgottenaboutyou]

i’m still not over it

[salaciousdoll]

✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Tear You Apart ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ guest starring Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Choso Kamo, Hiromi Higuruma, and Atsuya Kukasabe x Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, 9some, groupsex, gangbang, saliva waste, nipple play, food play( whip cream), pet names( Angel, pretty baby, bunny, strawberry, etc.), bodily fluids( squirting, cum, bukkake), Halloween costume party( Geto and Gojo as König and Simon, Hiromi as a priest, Nanami as Patrick Bateman( not his idea), shiu and Toji as ghost face and Jason, Choso as Garu from Pucca, Atsuya as a sexy security guard, and finally you as playboy bunny with a sprinkle), anal play, tit job, foot job( unexpected or expected character), calve job( I don’t think that’s what it’s called), dirty talking, degradation and praise kink, daddy kink, again BUKKAKE, Nanami strokes Shiu’s dick while it’s in your throat( using you throat in a jerking motion basically), reader is hella flirty, jealous! Geto, cuck!geto, fingering, pussy eating, porn with plot( a little), p in v, let me know if I missed anything! Wc: 10k

Minors do not interact, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Happy Halloween everyone, I was procrastinating on finishing this, but I had no choice since I know multiple people are here for either the aot vets or the last one. Therefore, to those that have waited, I give my love and candy to you all for your patience and I hope you like it <333. Also, this is my first gangbang/group sec fic in a minute, so bare with me!! Some of these may be ooc( this is your final warning before you click continue to read) and as always welcome to Day 6 of my kinktober and the last day of kinktober. After this, we’re on to no nut November!!!

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Halloween parties are filled with people finally getting the chance to show how slutty they can be. You loved Halloween so much, one of your favorite holidays. Halloween is the night of parties and horror mixed in one. October 31st is also the one night you experienced something you never thought you would agree to or be a part of. Something spectacular. Extraordinary. Extravagant. And most of all, sexy.

You were putting on your dark and light pink eyeshadow when Geto walked in your room with his costume and bags of candy he was going to sit out in the bowl for little kids to take, your idea since he hates being around a lot of people in general. You didn’t know what made you an exception, but you’re glad for it. The temple kisses he gives you everytime he sees you ensures your thoughts.

Geto walked to you and kissed your forehead from behind, sequentially spitting out your contour, “ fuck babe, you gotta let me know when you didn’t finish your makeup look, now all I could taste is that stuff you use.” His eyes were scrunched closed and his head was tilted to the side as he wiped his lips off with the back of his sweater. He looked so funny in the mirror that you couldn’t help but to laugh.

Your laughter calmed down, “ Sorry, Honey didn’t expect you to still kiss me while I’m doing my makeup, anyways what’s in that bag?”

Geto opened the bag and took out the costume in his hand, “ Got it just for you, like you asked.”

Gojo suddenly popped up behind him, “ With the courtesy of my help, of course.” Gojo pointed to his costume afterwards with a huge smile on his face, “ Guess who I am…” Satoru had on a white skull face mask on top of his white fluffy hair with green-army cargo pants and black combat boots to match. The black bulletproof vest hid his nipples well since he was shirtless. His green headphones sat on his neck as he smiled at you. Your vision of him dressing as Simon from COD came to life. You asked them to dress up this Halloween, so you wouldn’t be the only one dressing up tonight.

You couldn’t even get an answer out because of Geto rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, “ She knows already, dumbass. She’s the one who assigned these little costumes to all of us, did you forget already satoru?… nevermind don’t answer just get out so we can get dressed for this shit of a party.”

You laughed at Gojo whining about Geto being a hard ass and how he needs to lighten up on this special holiday. A holiday most don’t even consider to be a holiday. You started to blend in your makeup with your cheetah print robe on. Your Halloween costume was under the robe, so you really just had to wait for Geto to get dressed— luckily he showered before he left the house. Now you wait for him.

You heard him shuffling and moving on his side of the room away from the mirror. After the blending, you finished off the rest and lined your lips up prior to spraying on the setting spray.

You then got up and pulled out your pretty pink open toe platform heels. Slipping your feet into them— the robe following after revealing your custom made bunny costume with rhinestones on the edges and inner bunny ears. The vintage bunny costume was something you never saw yourself wearing until now. Such a beauty, thanks to the creator of them: Zelda Wynn Valdes, a black woman. Gotta love that for you.

Geto came out of the bathroom after brushing his hair in place, his long black hair flowing behind him with no shirt on and green cargo pants on. He put on a vest after, keeping it open for the cherry on top: black combat boots and a könig mask on top of his head. His pretty face was still visible for you and that’s enough.

You smiled at him and walked up to him with your tits jiggling with every step you took towards your man, “ You look so fucking good, but that’s not his full attire babe.”

He knew you were teasing him, so he smiled at you, “ And you look very, very delicious, can't wait to devour you tonight. Now give me a kiss, my pretty bunny.”

You almost squealed at his nickname but composed yourself when you heard a honk of a horn downstairs with a yell following afterward, “ Come on, love birds. Gotta party to get to and some ladies to meet!” Gojo only knew you two were ready because of Geto sending him a text telling him you two would be down stairs in two minutes once he was through getting dressed.

You sighed and grabbed your pink fur coat to wear over your outfit; about to put it on until Geto stopped you, “ Let everyone see what they can’t have. Want to show you off. Want you to show off” Your glossy lips stretched into a smile and you kissed him on his cheek letting the glossy lip print add to his look.

Suguru held up a white, short see-through robe with pink fur on the outline of it, the one you were supposed to wear with this costume, “ wear this one instead.”

You smiled and turned around so he could slip it on you. He then fixed your hair prior to grabbing your clutch— handing it to you. He watched you walk out with your heels clicking on the floor with every step you took. Geto was so lost in the way your legs looked in the white panty hose you wore with little rhinestones all over it. And your ass. Your ass looked so cute and plump with the bunny tail on the back of it. He was fucking lucky to have you. You may think tonight is everyone’s night, but Geto disagrees because tonight is all about you.

The transition to the house was fun, mainly because of Suguru playfully arguing with Satoru about any and everything. Their friendship was beautiful to you, so you just sat back in your seat and looked out the window. And because of that you didn’t notice either of them staring at you through the side of their eyes or in the rear view mirror.

Soon you three made your way into the club and looked around at everyone. You noticed people wearing all types of costumes: bananas, Frankenstein, cat suits, cheetah suits, bunny suits, playboy costumes like you, school girls, sailor men, sailor moon costumes, superheroes, manga villains, and etc. costumes. Wow they really went all out for this costume party satoru organized. Yes he showed up late to his own party at the big club you three were walking through now.

Geto held your hand as he brought you to the table a big group were at, one of them was a woman, your friend: Shoko. You slid into the booth beside her and hugged her.

“ You look so gorgeous, {reader}! Got questions for you, pretty girl. The first question is how did you get everyone to join in your get up with the costumes? I’ve tried since we were in college.”, Shoko yells over the loud music as she pours you a shot of rum to get your blood flowing for tonight.

You smiled at her, grabbing the shot glass in your pretty manicured hand, “ Can’t say, it’s a secret.”

Utahime heard you— now sitting next to Shoko on the other side of her— speaking up, “ what’s the secret of getting these knuckleheads besides Nanami and Hiromi to listen?”

Shoko looked over at the men, mostly Geto, Toji, and Gojo trying to get Nanami and Choso to drink. You chuckled at Choso pigtails and costume all together, he really dressed up as Garu from Pucca like you asked him. You then traveled your eyes to Nanami and shook your head letting out a little laugh, he was supposed to be Patrick Bateman but he just did his regular attire with a red dress shirt and zebra print tie. He didn’t even try, yet he still looked good.

You then turn your head to Utahime and smirked, “ They just do. Guys I don’t really control these men, they just do what I ask. Strangely without any objections.” Shoko and Utahime faces formed into tiny o’s of shock.

Shoko downed her drink- scrunching up her face afterwards. You laughed and downed your shot doing the same thing. Man, rum is not your kind of drink, where’s the { favorite drink} at.

“ You got all of them wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours, I think I know why. Your aura tells me why.”, Meimei said standing at the end of the table with her braid in front of her face, she was cat woman. Shoko was a sexy devil and Utahime was a pure Angel.

Your eyes rolled at her presence since you didn’t like the actions she did. And she did a lot of them. Other than that, you can’t be a hater, so you say she looks good to which she just smiled at you and spoke to Shoko.

Shoko had a cigarette hanging off her mouth as she spoke to Mei mei, “ What do you know? Spill because there has to be some answer to how they all dressed up this year.”

You tuned them out as you eyed Shiu, who was dressed as ghost face from scream, from across the big space you all were stationed at in the V.I.P. Session. The mask on his head was positioned to the side of his face, he had small leaks of blood on his mask, face, and neck— you couldn’t tell if it was real blood or fake blood, knowing him he never got his hands dirty so it may be fake. As he was eyeing you, you noticed his rings on his hand illuminated from the disco ball light on the ceiling.

He was staring into your eyes as he took a long drag out his cigarette, the burn in his lungs wasn’t even bothering him as he kept his eyes and mind filled with you as the vision, besides he was used to the feeling. He has wanted you since he got introduced to you. He and Toji talked about you in more ways you couldn’t even imagine. You were a cutie to him and he wanted to feel your thick thighs clenching onto his head as he teased your pussy throughout day and night. “Geto don’t know how to handle a woman like that” was Toji saying to him whenever they talked about you in almost all of their conversations with just the two of them and he agreed with Toji everytime.

You broke eye contact when Geto came into his view, bending down to give you a kiss on your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world. He meant it when he wanted to show you off tonight. This was only the beginning though.

You broke the kiss and tilted your head at him in wonder of why he did that so abruptly. He suddenly grabbed your hand and walked you to the bar to get another drink, “ Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?”

You didn’t know why he asked that question since you both got here 25 minutes ago. His question had a tone you couldn’t comprehend especially when you’re beginning to feel a little dazed. You were a fucking lightweight when it came to drinking and hated it because your fun would have to end early every single time. Too afraid to go past your limit in fear of acting too out of character.

“ Sugu, what’s wrong? Why are you asking me that?”, you asked prior to taking two shots. He took two shots as well and let out a noise following the second one, kinda like a loud grunt.

“ You know why? Want to make sure you are alright because I didn’t like the way you two held eye contact with each other and thought he made you uncomfortable. Did he?”, Geto asks referring to Shiu eye-fucking you.

You laughed at how serious he sounded without meaning to, “ Honey, you’re jealousy is screaming right now.” You laughed again after that statement and grabbed his hand that was placed on the bar, “ You, mister, have nothing to worry about. He’s not the one I want. I want y-”

Geto turned to you with an expression you couldn’t figure out, “ do you think I haven’t noticed the exchanges you’ve had with everyone over these past couple of months. The hand touching with Satoru, flirting with Choso and touching his hair whenever he lets you.” He turned his body fully to you and opened his legs to pull you in between them by your robe, “ the eye fucking with Shiu, bantering with Toji over stupid and small things, the doe eyes of seduction at Nanami whenever he spoke to you, the batting eyelashes at Hiromi, and finally the giggles with Atsuya. Let’s not forget to mention the arguing with Naoya, teasing with Ijichi, and the explanations of lust with Kashimo.”

As he named all of them he continued with descriptions of you giving slow blinks to Shoko and the seductive smiles at Utahime. What a little sly fox you were. He leaned closer to your ear to whisper, “ what a little slut I’ve got on my hands, am I right? A slut who needs to be torn apart. Let me tear you apart by fucking you in the VIP rooms no one is allowed in. Let us tear you apart.”

You gulped and stared at him, music blocking out and you were now just staring into his chocolate brown eyes. Geto hands found their way up your body, tracing over the curves, humps, or rolls on your body making his way to your tits to enclose his hands, well try to enclose his hand around them.

Your mouth kept closing and opening like a fish— mind was gone. Too gone that you didn’t feel a presence behind you as you kept staring at Geto eyes. Geto started to play with your star-shaped diamond necklace in between your breasts, “ All you have to do is say the word and I could have this organized, darling. Your word against mine. Tonight is all about you.”

You gather up some spit from your dried up throat and slowly nod your head. Geto looked behind your shoulders and signaled Gojo to wrap his new black blindfold over your eyes. You were about to panic until you felt lips on your lips and then Geto’s voice followed afterwards, “ Relax, my pretty Angel. Grab my hand and let me guide you.”

You felt him grab your left hand and then felt him, no… someone else grabbed your right hand causing you to slightly jerk away. Gojo almost burst out laughing at the way you scooted closer to Geto in fear of another person grabbing your hand.

Geto squeezed your hand in reassurance, “ Trust me, darling.” You nodded and reached your hand out in front of you thinking that the person was in front of you now. Gojo was in front of you but was still beside you, so he grabbed your hand into his big, calloused hand. You tried to guess who hand you were holding the entire time you were guided in between Suguru and Satoru, gaining looks from curious and judging people around you all. It looked so suspicious and eye-catching from the bystanders point of view, Suguru thought you were lucky because you couldn’t see the people staring at them.

They were glad they made it to the room with multiple footsteps following behind. You couldn’t hear them because of the music still blaring loudly in the background because of the door being open. Soon, you heard the door shut and felt the robe on your body get taken off you. The sharp gasps and inhales were heard before you and you wanted to take off the semi-tight blind fold to see where the noises came from. The silence was awkward yet it intrigued you.

You gasp when you feel a rough, thick fingers being wrapped around your chest area and a voice following, “ You’re shaking pretty baby” That voice belongs to Gojo Satoru, the man you and Geto admired. Chuckles were heard around you and it was driving you crazy that you couldn’t figure out who was in this room with you.

“ Scared? Don’t be, doll.”, Toji's voice was heard from the right side of you, it sounded like he was a few feet away from you.

“ I don’t think you saying that is helping, let me.”, Nanami says, coming up behind you. You tried to turn your head to him as if you could look at him through the blindfold.

This action made Suguru grip on your jaw tightened, “ Keep your eyes forward, darling.”

Atsuya was next to talk as he sat on the arm of the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, “ Yeah it’s not like you could see anyways so keep ya pretty head forward, will ya?” You were about to respond to him until you felt your body begin to get tighter around your arms that was stuck to your side by this thing wrapped around you. It was a rope most likely especially from the way it felt against your body. They finished tying you up and you only knew because of the taps they each gave you in your thighs. Your boobs were pushed up even more and your stomach enhanced even more from the way Suguru and Satoru tied up the top half of your body.

You soon felt a hand trace over the rough rope wrapped around your body causing your breath to get caught up in your throat. Nanami stood behind you with his body pressed into your back and his print on your bunny tail, heavy and thick. His lips touched the shell of your ear and your body was now visibly shaking before him, “ feel that? Feel our bodies touching… so warm together, now think of something warm. What makes you feel warm? Summer, bodies sitting next to each other, laying on top of each other, or a warm day in winter? Tell me, cupcake.”

Nanami then grabbed your tummy that was hidden by the vintage bunny suit you still had on, pulling your body further into him— giving you a hint towards your answer. You cleared your throat and answered his questions, “ Bodies next or on top of each other makes me warm, why?”

Nanami smiled at you and took off his jacket from behind you as Geto still stood in front of you admiring you from head to toe. He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversations, hell majority of them weren't due to how amazing your body looked in shibari ropes.

“ Easing your mind, my little cupcake. It worked because you’re not shaking anymore. Nervous anymore. Most of all..”, Nanami says, trailing off with a kiss to your ear lobe.

Hiromi chimed in on the side of you and Nanami, further away from you two though, “ You’re comfortable with us now. Not a timid little girl in front of the pack of wolves anymore. Now let us take care of you.”

You finally let your head fall back onto Nanami’s shoulder as he traced little circles on the side of your thighs as he looked at Geto with a knowledgeable look. Geto and Gojo helped you out of your heels, putting them to the side. Your feet felt so cold through your panty hose you had on. Your feet were swept off the floor as Nanami walked you to the couch in his arms. His arms felt so huge around your stomach, you wanted to feel them but couldn’t because of your hands being tied to your sides.

He turned you around to him before gently sitting you on the couch in view of every man in this room with you. You were the star of the show and the apple of everyone’s eye. They watched your chest rise up and down, slow and erotically. Your lips were plumped and looked ready to accept any cock.

Geto smirked at his beautiful piece of art he managed to get in his arms, “ She’s all yours.” He was talking to everyone in that room and everyone knew he was serious about this. He was treating you like he was pimping you out and somehow it turned you on even more. He was letting other men use his woman in front of him. God, he was so perfect for you because this was your darkest desire for a minute.

Only part you worried about is if he’s going to look at you like you’re his treasure after tonight. Stupid mind of yours because of course he’s gonna still be in love with you after all, this was his idea from the start.

Toji was the first one up with his Jason mask on his head like a hat, “ Gonna need your warm mouth to warm me up like the good little slut Geto gloats about. You can do that right?” His boots were placed on the sides of your body and his crotch was in your face. Boots creasing into the luxurious, leather couch with no care in the world. He needed your mouth wrapped around his cock.

You could feel multiple eyes on you as you heard a zipper being unzipped and a hard object hitting the top of your head. You gasped as Toji laughed at your scrunched up eyebrows as a reaction to hit cock lying on your head, hard and ready to be sucked.

Everyone was indeed staring at you but somehow his gaze was more crucial than the rest. He pushed your head back so it’s against the couch, “ Open wide for me, doll.” You opened your mouth in a beautiful little o making him smirk,“ Now suck my dick like a good little dolly and I may reward you.” You tried to move your head forward to grab his dick in between your needy lips but it’s like he wasn’t near you.

Toji was playing a game with you as he moved back when your mouth neared the head of his cock. He darkly chuckled at your pathetic attempt to get him inside of your mouth again. Toji put two hands on the couch behind your head and leaned his hips back when you almost caught his tip inside of your mouth, “ Such a needy little whore. You want my cock that bad.”

You wanted to cry so bad because your pussy was beginning to ache because of his words and teasing actions, let alone the feeling of being watched. It was all too much for you that you were starting to get irritated and most of them could see it.

Choso came forward with the lingering of your temptations all around him, guiding him to get on his knees in front of your body squirming in frustration because Toji was still playing his little game with you. You stop moving and squirming when you feel big hands closing on your thighs as they pried them open.

You stupidly looked down and your hair got yanked back as a result of your curiosity with a dick pushed deep into your throat in sequence and consequence. Toji’s cock created a bulge in your throat— you tried to catch your breath but couldn’t because you soon felt the opening of your costume and panty hose be ripped open letting the fresh air hit your glistening pussy.

“ Fucking vixen you are, a commando slut. Hurry up, Choso I want a turn.”, You heard Shiu say in a low, gruff voice. You automatically knew he was either jerking off or just really thirsty for you. Meanwhile, Toji was fucking your face with neediness and dominance in one.

“ Fuck, your fuc-hahh.”, Toji moaned as your jaw locked in on him like he was in a Venus fly trap. Your hollow cheeks looked so pretty in his view, if only everyone could see how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth.

Toji pulled out of your mouth just in time for Choso to spit on your pussy— marking himself on your body. Choso spit felt so warm on your cold pussy. Your pussy was cold from the air, which made you clench onto air. Choso used two fingers to spread your pussy apart, his thick and pierced tongue licked a stripe of your pussy causing you to moan.

All of them grunted, moaned, or cursed from hearing your moan.

You whimpered, “ Please— fuck my face.” Your whimpered out words were heard around the room and Toji definitely took that into consideration, so he pressed your head back into the couch and snapped his hips into your face, balls slapping your chin as he started to fuck your face with no mercy for your throat.

The sounds of balls slapping a wet chin along with gags and gargles filled the room. Toji's eyes were rolled to the back of his head as his dick moved in and out of your smooth, wet mouth faster. Spit bubbles were starting to form on his cock due to the gargles you were producing from trying to moan at the feeling of Choso’s tongue ring twirling around your clit.

“ Choso, do take in mind that my Angel likes her pussy to be eaten messily. She’s such a whore like that so whenever someone doesn’t eat her out messily, she gets whiny and starts to squirm like she’s trying to do right now.”, Geto pointed to her when Choso stopped what he was doing to look at him. Choso looked back at your body. You looked like an actual whore squirming around with your clothes torn and spit dripping down your body from your mouth getting fucked.

Choso nodded and wrapped his hands around your thighs, well trying to fit his hand around them. He moved closer to your wet pussy and smirked to himself. He thought she was really pretty. Your pussy is like a piece of candy he saw at the top shelf of the candy store, pricey with pretty packaging now he gets to taste it. Your vision was starting to go black from how hard Toji was hitting the back of your throat and you were close to falling into conscious, but Choso’s face in your cunt woke you out of slipping into unconsciousness. Your gags were getting louder because of Choso flicking his tongue over your clit. The motion of his tongue was what you needed.

You tried to reach for his hair but the rope and Toji’s thrust was stopping you from doing anything, so all you could do is close your thighs around his head, eventually taking Choso to heaven because he dreamed of this and so has Shiu who was watching closely.

Gojo was palming himself inside of his camouflage pants letting out little whimpers here and there at you being used by two men. Nanami sat with his hands on his face, leaning over with his elbows on both of his knees watching the show in front of him. His hard on was pumping and was starting to hurt, but he can wait his turn. Hiromi, however, could not wait and neither could Atsuya. They needed to feel your hands on them some way or get their hands on you, doesn’t matter.

Geto was too busy setting up the camera on his camera to take care of his hard on inside of his green pants. He tried too hard to ignore the sounds of your gags and moans as they both took care of you.

Toji thrusted into your mouth two more times before pulling out— a string of saliva was dispersing off his cock from how much saliva you had in your warm toaster of a mouth. Toji was holding his wet cock in his hand in order to stop himself from cumming inside of your mouth and wasting his opportunity of cumming anywhere else on your body. Toji then gathered the spit lathered on his cock up into his hand just to smear it on and around your lips making you even more messier.

Your licked around your lips to taste what he put on your lips, your moans followed loudly with clarity to the men in the room. You were desperately moving your body up and down Choso’s thick tongue inside of your pussy like a dick fucking into you. His slurping sounds were loud and the spit forming all over your pussy and his face was turning you and him on a lot more now. Choso let go of one of your thighs to palm his bulge inside of his pants, he needed to be inside of you.

The curl of his tongue inside of you was enough for you to lift the upper half of your body off the couch with desperate whines following, “ Fuck meeee, I need more. Mmmphh!” You couldn’t believe how whiny you were sounding but when you have a fat tongue inside of your pussy and a silver ball attached to it, anything can happen.

Choso did one more circle of his tongue around the insides of your pussy before dragging his tongue up your pussy to your clit, sucking on it with loud noises following. His moans on your pussy as he ate you out were so pretty to you and you were close.

He knew you were because of how your body started shaking and your hips dragging up and down more desperately. Choso moved a little to let Shiu hurry and take his place once he moved.

Choso sucked on your clit one last time causing you to moan loudly at the abuse he was doing to your clit.

You felt his mouth detach from your clit and felt another person's mouth on your pussy. His tongue was more rough and sloppy than Choso’s, way more sloppy. You tried to sit up, yet the person didn’t let you because he held your stomach down with one hand whilst his other hand moved to the opening of your pussy. His fingers pushed inside of you causing you to open your mouth letting out a moan so pretty that Geto was glad he caught it on camera so he could jerk off to it later.

While Shiu was devouring your pussy with his long tongue and thick lips, you felt two other presences on the side of you. They both helped pull down the top of your costume just below your tits. Nanami eyed your tits with lust, lust that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was a preserved man and didn’t focus on getting his dick wet like the rest of these men. So it was only you that was on his mind, in his view, everything. He now understood why Geto was obsessed with you when he looked back up at your face. Face of an Angel being pleasured by demons of lust.

He watched the way your throat moved when you let out little whimpers and moans at Shiu eating your pussy like a starved man. He loved hearing you moan out names too, one day he’ll get you to moan his name all night long if Geto lets him have you.

Meanwhile, Hiromi loved the sight of your tits and needed to see them with whip cream on them, so he grabbed some out of the little frigerator on the far side of the room. Geto was a genius for this one little thing. Hiromi came back and sprayed some whip cream on your right tit causing you to whimper at the coldness of the cream. Hiromi threw the can behind him and licked off all the whip cream off your tit, cleaning up every last bit of it before sucking on it. For someone dressing up as a priest, he sure is acting in sin right now.

Nanami could hear the sucking sounds coming from Hiromi on the other side of him and the slurping from Shiu down below. It was only right he joined and he did by taking your other nipple in his mouth. Nanami’s mouth was attached to your pretty nipples and his tongue was swirling around your nipples as his mouth was attached, adding on to the pleasure you were receiving.

Your head was thrown back on the couch, you were feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and needed to touch any of the three men attacking your body with their lips, “ mmmph, this fe-eels sooo good.”

Hiromi loved the sound of your voice crying out in pleasure. He wished he could capture the way your face transforms with different expressions especially when he grazed your nipples with his teeth on purpose. Your boob felt so heavy in his hand and he was in love with them. Wanted to suffocate in them if he got the chance. Hiromi’s hand traveled down to your stomach, squeezing it causing you to gasp.

The feeling of being squeezed, licked, and sucked on by all three men was beginning to stimulate you. As soon as Shiu warm, wet mouth planted itself on your clit with his tongue spelling something you couldn’t even comprehend because your mind was too stimulated, your head crashed into the couch again and your body thrashed around in desperation to get away.

Your moans were soon captured with Gojo’s lips as he kissed you whilst leaning over the couch to capture your lips in an upside down kiss.

“ atta girl! she’s a fucking squirter. I called it.”, Toji says like a proud scientist presenting his latest discovery. He was sitting on the couch before you four and watched as Shiu tried to capture all of your squirt in his mouth.

Geto rolled his eyes at Atsuya pulling out a 20 dollar bill to give to Toji.

Atsuya scoffed as he saw Toji hand in a gimme motion, “ You’re lucky this time. Don’t forget that you still owe me 10 dollars because of her costume choice.”

The slurping and muffled screams stopped as you came down from your high. As Atsuya was giving over his 20 dollars, Shiu was detaching his lips from your jumping clit. He smirked at your pussy crying for him, “ You did so well, bunny. Such a pretty pussy you have.”

You whimpered as Gojo tongue explored your mouth, sloppily licking around your mouth with his tongue. He wanted more of you, needed more. Nanami and Hiromi both let go of your nipples with a string of saliva left behind as they released your nipples out of their wet mouths.

Surprisingly your nipples were still hard but this time covered with saliva. Their saliva. They couldn’t wait to fuck you like their little slut. There’s a reason why these two men are preserved and to look like they’re stressed out all the time. They don’t release their frustration anywhere, so tonight’s the night they will. All thanks to you.

Gojo planted one last kiss on your plump and bruised lips. Bruised from his kissing is the best kind. He was magnificent at kissing, sloppy but beautiful. Everyone started to back up as Geto came forward with a smirk on his face as he watched your body move up and down. You were helplessly tied up right now and he knew you liked it that way. Too bad it’s gonna end right now.

He took off the ropes after a few twists and pulls. Once you felt the ropes come off your body, you felt sad and relieved. Following after was the blindfold on your eyes. As soon as they came off, your eyes squinted because of the light above you. Once you regained your vision back, your eyes moved to in front of you and you shyly looked down again. You couldn’t help but to do that because having this many sexy men in the room with you was too much.

Geto footsteps were heard as he walked around the couch in the back of you. He chuckled, pulling your chin up to face the men who looked at you like you were a little red riding hood and they were the wolves waiting for your next move.

“ Come on, Angel. Don’t get shy now. Actually, when have you ever got shy, is this because these are the men you’ve been slutting yourself out to even when I’m standing right there with you?”, Geto asked from above you since he was still standing behind you but now leaning down a little to stare at your head and face.

Your lips puckered and your right leg started to shake up and down, this time Choso took note of this because he knows how it feels to be nervous. So he insists, “ Suguru maybe blind fold her again, she’s too sh—”

Geto shook his head, “ No, she’s just fine. She isn’t shaking because of anxiety Choso, nooo. She’s shaking her leg in impatience. She’s a sly fox who gets everyone to believe she’s shy, innocent, and so forth but nooo she’s a dirty slut on the inside and now on the outside. Show them how much of a devilish whore you can be, Angel.”

It's like something in you snapped when he pointed that out, like he put a battery in your back to energize you up. You opened up your mouth to speak, “ I want all of you, right here and now. Fuck me.”

Those words set fire to all the men around you. Men in different costumes: ghost face, Simon ‘ghost’, könig, Jason, a priest, a supposed Patrick Bateman, Garu, and a security guard. All for you.

Toji came over to lift you up and you gladly wrapped your legs around him, “ fuck, doll. Your pussy caused that, look down.” You looked to the side and down at the big wet stain on the couch with a smile on your face. Toji kissed your neck as he still held you up in his arms not caring how much you weighed, “ Thank you for proving that asshole wrong now lemme give you my award.”

Toji walked backwards to the couch opposite of the one you were on and landed on the couch with you on top of him. Your bare pussy was on top of his pants that had the zipper open. Toji couldn’t wait to be inside of you so he took out his hard cock and you lifted up to sink right back down taking half of him inside before stopping when you couldn’t take anymore, “ Mmmm, I can’t take anymore, Toji. Let me ride like this.”

Toji's eyes narrowed, “ You think you got the upper hand here?” He smacked your ass right as Gojo chuckled from behind you, “ I think she thinks she has the upper hand, how foolish of you, pretty baby.”

Gojo’s big hands came down on your shoulders and Toji’s big hands enclosed themselves on your love handles with some of your tummy spilling over his hand. They both helped you take all of Toji’s cock watching as you whimpered at the feeling of being stuffed full in your pussy.

Toji’s groan was ruff but pretty, “ just like that, now you’re full of me, hope you enjoyed the last of your breath because it’s about to be taken in three, two, on-”

Your head suddenly got dragged to the side of Toji’s head to Shiu’s cock. Shiu’s cock smelled so good and looked like he tasted so good. You wanted him in your mouth so bad. In the back of your mind, you were honestly surprised that a man besides Suguru dick smelled good and natural.

Your mouth watered and just as it did he shoved you down on his cock with a loud guck sound following. He was about to brutally fuck your throat and you were gonna love every second of it. Meanwhile, Toji was slowly moving inside of you, teasing your pretty cunt. A cunt that was sucking his dick in. “ Such a tight, needy cumt you have”.

“ Hey, Suguru, pass the lube over here. Need to prep her before she takes it up the ass like a good girl right?” The way he stretched the “right” sent your pussy fluttering around Toji’s cock. Your eyes widened when you felt the rest of your panty hose from behind get ripped by Gojo’s hand.

Shui’s head was thrown back as you gagged on his cock eagerly, “ She takes cock like a pro, fuck ye-uughhh.” He was an undercover moaner, perfect for you as you slurped on his cock.

Gojo slapped your ass prior to dripping the lube he got from Suguru on your other hole. The cold liquid felt so good dripping down your hole and soon his finger rubbing in circles felt the same way. Nanami couldn’t wait any longer and neither could Kukasabe, so they both dropped their pants to get handjobs from you. You took Nanami’s cock in your hand as he stood next to Shiu whose head was thrown back in bliss.

Your head started to bob up and down even faster and once you started to move your head in a circular motion, Shiu was done for. Nanami looked over at him and chuckled at how his eyes crossed from the head you were giving to him. His chuckling stopped when your hand started to tighten on his cock as you stroked him up and down.

Atsuya guided your other hand to his cock, you so eagerly took in your hand— stroking him at the same pace you were stroking Nanami. Both of their heads flew back as they let out low groans or moans at the way your hand was working their cocks.

Gojo was focused on the way your hole took in his finger as your loud moans were vibrating off Shiu’s cock. “ Such a cute little hole, you’re telling me you’ve been keeping this all to yourself Suguru.”

Choso hissed as he stroked his cock to the scene in front of him. You were being used and it was only going to get better from here.

Geto shrugged his shoulders and Hiromi scoffed, “ a selfish man indeed.”

“ oh shut up, you would keep her to yourself as well if she looked how my Angel looks.”, Geto throws out while you were getting your pussy spilt open and fucked perfectly. Gojo needed to get a fill of your pussy and ass, in response he slid his finger in and out your ass opening it up for him. Once he saw you relax, he unzipped his zipper and pulled his dick out to lay it against your ass.

Nanami started to fuck into your hand and Gojo saw and wanted to poke fun at the man like he always do, “ Her hand must feel good to have someone like you fuck it. Her pretty fingers are getting you off aren’t they? How long has it b-”

“ Shut the hell up, I don’t need to hear your voice when all we should be- aahhh- hearing her moans. Let the lady get her spotlight.”, Nanami speaks out as he suppressed his moans when your hand started to twist around his cock.

Gojo threw his hands up as the rest of the men chuckled, “ you’ll hear her moaning in a moment, Nanami.” Gojo pushed his thick cock into your pussy cussing you to release Shiu’s cock from your mouth letting out a loud moan. Gojo looked up at Nanami with a smug look, “Like right now”.

“ Aughh- aaahhh it hurts. It hurts.”, you moaned in pain. Gojo kissed the back of your shoulder while Toji licked your chest as he stilled for a moment to let you and Gojo adjust.”

“ Shhh I know, I know. I can stop if you want, say the word and you got it, strawberry pearl.”, Gojo whispered in your ear as he dick now pulsed inside of you.

Your teeth bit your bottom lip in reaction to both dicks being inside of you. You wanted to cominute so you didn’t say anything, just wiggled to get more of him inside. Gojo smiled and started to move inside of you slowly. Toji smacked your ass, “ Hold still f’us doll. Need to get all the way Inside.” You did as he said and moaned at how they both rubbed your insides just right. You felt like you could feel every vein on their dicks.

Shiu shoved your head back on his cock, holding onto your head as he fucked into your mouth, hard and fast. Your arms were starting to get tired so Nanami helped guide your hand up and down his length as he thrusted in and out of your hand at a fast pace. As opposed to Atsuya who just sat back and let you do all the work, such a gentleman.

Toji waited until Gojo was all the way in before he gave him a head nod. Gojo held onto your love handles or hips tightly digging his nails into you as he started to pound inside of you. As he moved in, Toji moved out and this repeated. Both snapping their hips into you almost tearing you apart and surprisingly, it's like you wanted them to do it too.

“ Atta girl, mouth full of cock just like your pussy.”, Gojo taunts as he shrugged off his vest leaving him in only his green camouflage pants and boots. He fucked you with his Simon mask on his head. You wished he had it on his face.

“ Can’t wait to gape her pretty little ass like the slutty little doll she is told to be. Such a pretty slut taking our cocks like this.”, Toji says with a grunt at the end when you start to tighten with both of them inside of you—pushing their cocks together like two thick sticks laying on top of each other because of the rainstorm.

Your throat felt like it was being poked fast everytime Shiu snapped his hips into you. Nanami started to jerk your throat with his large hand that had his watch on his wrist. Shiu almost felt like he was going to pass out if Nanami did it even faster. Fuck this was so unexpected and hot. “ Shit. Shit. Shit. If you both keep fucking, aahh.” Nanami didn’t know what came over him when he did that. He just saw the bulge in your throat and wanted to touch it. If Shiu can get a bulge in your throat then he damn sure can as well, maybe even longer than his.

You felt liquid squirt on your hand from the left side of you. Atsuya couldn’t take seeing you do to work on everyone’s cocks like a pornstar he was obsessed with. He came before everyone and knew he was gonna be the laughing stock of the future get togethers they have but if cumming in your hand was the price then he’ll gladly let them laugh it up, “ Fuck sweetheart, such a good little hand you have there.”

Your mouth was getting tired and so was your hands. Nanami felt it so he snatched his cock out of your hands at the same time as Shiu snatched his cock out of your mouth with a loud gasp from you.

Nanami held your hair up balled into a ponytail to admire your face and Shiu let out a deep breath wiping the spit off your mouth just to put it back into your open mouth.

“ So fucking pretty”., Shiu exclaims.

“ Yeah she’s very beautiful in this view”., Nanami agrees.

Your eyes were beginning to water from Toji and Gojo fucking into you, “ mmhhh, it feels soooo good. I don’t think I can tak— oohhhh.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when they both swirled their hips as they pounded inside of your sloppy cunt. You let go just then the and there by squirting on both of their dicks causing both to pull out just enough to let it all out.

“ Damn, her pussy is too fucking perfect. She squirting on me so prettily, should’ve made the bet with you, old man.”, Gojo moans as he moves in and out of your squirting pussy.

Toji got irritated at the insult Gojo gave him because he wasn’t old, which made him take his anger out on your poor pussy. He scooted a bit lower, just enough to fuck into you at a different pace Gojo was going— mixing up your insides like you never had it

“ Fuck off, Satoru. Now back to you little doll, how do you like that pussy getting abused by my cock. After all it’s my dick that made you squirt right?”, Toji ended his question with a slap to your ass causing you to jerk forward with a cry of pain and pleasure mixed.

You couldn’t even answer because your eyes were starting to cloud with tears and your head was filled with nothingness. It was a scary and horny feeling. Satoru grabbed your stomach as Nanami and Atsuya massaged your tits with their big hands. You were feeling pleasure and touched all around.

So much that you started to cream around their dicks making them slide in and out of you a little more easier. Once satoru saw this, he laughed, “ oh look at how she’s creaming on our dick Toji, we both know I added to that one, let’s call it how it is.”

Gojo’s hands gripped your tummy and his chest was now connected to your back, “ Awnnn it’s a weak spot for you, isn’t it? Having your stomach touched or gripped is your weakness, yeah. Let’s see how long you last, pretty baby.”

Geto was enjoying the scenery so much that he was edging himself like he usually does when you’re off on vacation or doing something else, away from him.

Gojo bites your shoulder as he pounded into you, flowing in sync with Toji.

“ uuuhnnn, it’s coming. M’cummin. M’cummin. M’cummin!!”, You screamed out before Shiu stuck his finger in your mouth. They all watched how you shake on Gojo’s and Toji’s dick in your cunt. Gojo pulled out just in time before he was about to cum inside of you. Ultimately, stopping himself from cumming.

Toji kept fucking you through your orgasm causing you to open your mouth in a silent O with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It was beginning to be too much for you and you were starting to see black.

Geto sighed and came up from behind you after Gojo patted him on the back walking away afterwards. “ The joys of having a slut like this one. You could fuck her until she says the magic word. Our magic word, isn’t that right, Angel?”

You nodded like you were being mind controlled to nod your head. Toji pulled out of you and was about to cum on your stomach, but Geto put his finger on his hole stopping him from cumming, “ Wait until the end, Toji. Save the best part for last. He looked at the men in front of him and then turned to them behind him, “ This goes for all of you. Want to see this pretty little slut covered in cum, preferably similar to a canvas, my beautiful art in the end.”

Toji's head rolled when geto stopped his cum from flowing out, he liked being edged even when he never did that at all until now. He just couldn’t believe Geto had the audacity to touch his dick and stop him from cumming. Such a vile man.

Toji scoffed and lifted you up to place you back down on the couch, he looked at Geto with a scowl, “ Boner kill.”

Geto gave him a close eyed smile before picking you up in bridal format to walk you where Gojo laid on the pool table— by the wall. “ Take her ass and I’ll take her pussy. The rest can join but this pussy is mine for the rest of the night. She’s been too naughty.”

Your eyelashes were falling off because of how much you were crying and your mascara was running down your face. Geto smiled when he saw your reaction to Gojo slowly moving past your tight ring of muscle with closed eyes. He moaned as he slipped inside of you, “ Ssss’ good. So good. Fucking perfect little ass you got on you.”

“ Hear that, Angel. Gojo thinks the ass that I fucked in the past is perfect. And indeed, he is right. Your ass is perfect but not as perfect as your, Geto moved to squat on the table to line himself up against your pussy and when he slammed himself inside he moaned at your pussy instantly gripping onto him, Pussy.” He finished off his sentence with another moan escaping his throat.

They both moved in sync with your cries and pleas in the background. Geto threw his head back when the tip of his thick cock started to kiss your cervix repeatedly with a string of wetness in between his tip and your cervix each time he thrusted in and out.

The rest of the men got up and circled around the three. Toji hopped on the table to get on his knees beside your head, “ come on, doll, my dick is lonely without your hand.”

Choso stayed by your feet that was wrapped up in your white panty-hose, he needed to feel your feet on his dick, so he grabbed your feet and connected his dick to the soles of them fucking himself on your feet. It felt so different and good to you that you just let him. Foreign feeling indeed. What’s even more foreign was his pretty whimpers following, “ fuck. Fu-Uhh.”

Atsuya bent your leg to slide his lube up cock in between your calves and thighs, muffling his moan with a bite of his lips, “ Mmmmph.”

You then felt your tits being groped together before a cock moved in and out, the cock was heavy and thick and once you looked up your eyes connected with Hiromi’s big pretty eyes, “ That’s it, you have such pretty tits. A slut indeed. A pretty titty slut.”

Nanami crossed his leg over you, now standing in front of your face with his dick out. He grabbed your hair in a tight ponytail. Your moans were growing louder at the feeling of your body being used by all of these men and with that, Nanami’s thick, long cock slid in your mouth like a cold popsicle waiting for your mouth to warm and suck it up. “ Shit, think she’s perfect for this.”

Shiu guided your hand to his dick and you worked your magic on Toji’s and his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your pretty hand jerking off his cock. Toji did the same with his hair covering his eyes and his mouth opened in a silent o.

Once everyone got comfortable, you were in for it. Every push and pull out Gojo and Geto did was a dance they synchronized together. You couldn’t handle Gojo’s long cock inside of your ass filling you up and you couldn’t handle Geto’s thick cock inside of your pussy. Everything was too much and too good.

It felt like every part of your body was being admired and fucked right now and you loved it. “ Mmgh, mmmmphhh.”, You moaned in gargles because of Nanami fucking your throat with the need of Cumming into it. The bubbles that were forming around his dick as he snapped his cock into your needy, wet mouth 9( a fuck hole. He wasn’t usually this harsh with you or any woman but tonight was different. Tonight was a special occasion.

Choso was in a limbo state of mind as he fucked the covered sole of your feet, “ fuck, she’s such a good girl for letting me do this shit. I- I can’t help myself.” They all knew he had something weird to him, they finally found it out. He was a feet guy. What they didn’t know is it’s not true, something was whispering into his ear once he saw your feet dangling as Geto and Gojo fucked you.

Now for Atsuya, that was true. He’s a weird man. The weirdest out of all of them. There’s no denying that one.

Toji groaned out a loud moan before cumming into your hand and on your arm, “ Fu-uhhghhh-ckkk, she take cock so well, she’s a trained little whore.”

Shiu was next and his cum shot over your tits and hand, “ shit, shit, sh-uhhhhgh. You’re fucking right. So damn right.” They both finished first before any of the men. Geto smirked and held onto your stomach fucking you without no mercy, he wished he could see your tears pouring down your eyes like Nanami is. He wished he could see your tits moving up and down at he and Gojo’s thrusts. God, he wished he could kiss you.

“ Take it, Angel. Want you to feel your insides raveling before cumming on my dick. Matter of fact, you can take more from me, can’t you?”, Geto muses as he rolls his thumb over your pretty clit.

Your body was voluntarily shaking right now and soon it went limp. So now, you were limp and out of your mind as they continued to use you. You loved this and never wanted it to stop.

Neither does Gojo, who felt your hole taking the shape of his dick, “ aaahnnn, Suguru, keep doing that. She’s gonna fucking milk my cock at this rate. Such a fucking naughty little slut.”

Your slurps and gargles were loud now and the sound of balls hitting the chin was growing faster. Nanami was now cradling your head with his big hands as he moved your head up and down his cock, “ I sincerely wish you two would shut up. A lady is talking. You’re - holy shit!! Think I’m gonna cum.”

Nanami held your head against his pelvis letting any breath that you had, have no chance of escaping. His blonde hair was now covering his forehead as sweat glands started to build up around his forehead and run down his face.

Hiromi knew he was about to cum so he moved his tits up and down his cock, releasing a loud groan when he came in the middle of your tits, his head hitting the back of Nanami’s back. Both breathing loudly as you milk all of their cum out their bodies.

“ M’gonna cum. I wan’ cum. Wanna cum so bad. Please please please please.”, Your moans were loud and once your body felt the ribbon cut loose on your insides, your orgasm hit you hard and powerful. So powerful that you squirted out water and cream on suguru’s dick and some of it hit his green pants.

Gojo and Geto pulled out of you making everyone else stop as well as they watched you shake miraculously. Geto dragged you down to the floor and they all stood around you with the exception of those who already came on your body so it was only Geto, Gojo, Choso, And Atsuya left.

You closed your eyes when you felt Atsuya cum hit your face, close to your right eye. You were still shaking by the legs because you didn’t have enough time to get over your orgasm because theirs was coming as well.

Choso’s cum followed by spraying your chest, lips, and nose, “ fuckkkkkkk, damn! Such a pretty face you got. Ughnnnn.” His cum was drippy and he had lot of it.

Geto and Gojo were next and they both jerked each other off which made your pussy convulse at the sight. They were so hot doing this especially with the little whimpers and moans coming from them.

You licked the cum on your lips and spoke in a low, seductive voice, “ That’s it, cum on me. Cum on me like your personal toy.”

Gojo whimpered out his words, “ oooohhhh, fuck yes. Keep talking.”

And you did while holding eye contact with Geto who was stroking Satoru with a twisting combo he learned from how you did him, “ Cum on me like your personal slut. Your cum whore. Your cum dump.” Once you said the last sentence, you happily closed your eyes as both of them came onto your face at the same time. White and clear cum was all over your body. You smelled like sex and loved it for some reason.

Geto's body was jerking and shaking as he came and Gojo’s body was stuck as his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.

“ Such a perfect little bunny. Pleasing all your- hnnghhh- daddies so good.”, Geto moaned as his cock finally stopped Cummin on your body.

You shakily raised up to kiss your Satoru’s dick first and then Geto’s cock of their tips, “ Thank you for the candy, daddy.” Your eye contact with Geto caused him to lean over and kiss you without a care in the world if your face was filled with other men cum. The camera recorded everything and he was going to show the video to Kashimo, Sukuna, Naoya, and Ijichi, the other men you were flirting with, with your consent first. Let them know they can be a part two only with your consent of course.

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[freedomfireflies]

American Psycho*

Summary: Part of Halloween Kinktober, Freaky Fun, and One for the Money*

The one where you and your boss, Mr. Styles, have a little bit too much fun at the office Halloween party.

Can be read as standalone!

Word Count: 4.6k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“What…are you wearing?”

Mr. Styles glances down at his dark suit, brow cocked upward. “What does it look like?”

“Har,” you huff, although you’re smiling as you toss your makeup bag aside and move closer, “I thought you were putting on a costume. It’s a Halloween party, you’re supposed to dress up.”

“I am,” he argues. “I’m dressed as a guy that doesn’t want to fucking go.”

You laugh. “Come on, be fun for a change.”

“I’m the boss. I’m not supposed to be fun.”

“Well, they’re throwing this party for you,” you remind him. “Nadia’s been talking about it all week.”

“Right, instead of working. Which is not what I pay her to do.”

“Harry,” you repeat, shooting him a pointed look. “Seriously, why don’t you put on a little fake blood or something? You could go as Patrick Bateman!”

“And why would I do that when I could just not go at all?”

Pushing your pink, painted lips into a pout, you straighten up onto your tiptoes, and snake your arms around his neck. “Please, Sir? Just this once? For me?”

He begins to frown, but you feel his hands find your hips, expression stern but amused. “Peach…”

“I won’t ever ask for anything ever again,” you murmur, letting your mouth ghost atop his teasingly. “Swear. And I’ll behave all night. Be so good for you.”

He likes this idea, studying you carefully as his grip tightens. “Is that so?”

“Incredibly so. Just want to have fun with you, Sir.”

“I know,” he sighs, now cupping his palm against your cheek. “But you know the rule, honey. We can’t be seen together, not at the office.”

“I know,” you echo. “But we can still go. Even if we can’t exactly hold hands and dance in front of everybody, we can have fun. And I want that for you. You never take the stick out of your ass.”

Pinching your jaw playfully, he snorts. “And I thought you were gonna be good.”

“Once you agree, yeah. Until then, I make no promises.”

With a smirk, he grasps onto your chin, and tugs you to him. Smashing his lips to yours until you exhale gratefully and melt into his touch.

“Besides,” you mumble, “if you don’t come with me, then I’ll have to go in my slutty costume all by myself.”

Now you have his attention, his eyes narrowing sternly as he leans back to see you. “Oh, really?”

You nod. “Yup. Thought I’d use some of the lingerie you got me and go as a Playboy bunny.”

You can feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips – even through his nice dress shirt – and it makes you chuckle.

“Did you?” He doesn’t seem to have much else to offer, but you can see his walls beginning to crumble.

“Mhm. Equipped with a fuzzy little tail and ears.”

He swallows thickly before clearing his throat in an effort to appear nonchalant. “Well, let’s see it then.”

“Only if you agree to go.”

“Peach,” he warns, frowning again but you’re quick to shake your head.

“That’s my deal, Sir. Take it or leave it.”

And while you can tell he wants to be cross with you, he begins to smile, clearly amused with your negotiation tactics. Perhaps even a little proud.

“Fine,” he finally concedes, making you grin. “But I’m not putting on any makeup.”

“No, just a little fake blood,” you suggest, immediately rushing toward your bag to retrieve the bottle. “It won’t stain, and it washes right out.”

He eyes you carefully while you scurry across his apartment. “And I suppose you’d like me to carry an ax, too.”

“I mean…it would sell the part,” you tease. “But let’s start with the blood. Go wait in the bathroom and I’ll go change really quick.”

“No, don’t,” he calls, almost firmly before you can slip from the room. “Not yet.”

You hesitate. “Okay…why? What’s wrong?”

His tongue runs over his bottom lip while his head cocks deviously to the side. “Because if you do…then we aren’t ever leaving this apartment.”

And you can’t help but grin.

“Let me guess…Edward Cullen?”

Even from a few feet away, you can see Harry’s expression fall. “Funny.”

“What?” Nadia smiles. “Come on, you look just like him. The blood and the suit and everything. It’s good.”

“Great,” he grumbles but you can tell he’s amused.

She laughs. “Patrick Bateman is a good look for you, boss. I like it. Feels…fitting.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. But in a sexy, fun kind of way.”

He snorts before his eyes trail over to you. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You wink.

The party is relaxed but enjoyable. Everyone is mingling, drinking, and dancing to the upbeat, spooky playlist. The usually boring, gray interior of the office floor is decorated with orange lights, carved pumpkins, and an array of ghostly décor. And nearly everyone came in costume, making it feel that much more like Halloween.

And despite the fact that you and Mr. Styles are forced to remain distant, you find yourself admiring him from across the room almost all evening. Happy that he seems to have finally begun to unwind, relax, and even enjoy himself. 

You watch as he engages in chatter with some of the other men in the finance department. You catch his eye while you’re grabbing a drink of the festive punch. And you feel him stare as you and Nadia head to the middle of the floor to dance to Somebody’s Watching Me.

Truth be told, you find it hard to be away from him after so many nights together. And even though it’s what you both agreed on, you feel a certain sort of longing for the handsome man in the corner of the room. 

However, neither of you are quite ready to tell the office you’re dating yet or deal with the potential fallout. At least not right now, when things are so new. Special. You suppose that could change in the future, but at least for tonight, he’s your dirty little secret.

So you resort to exchanging sneaky glances from time to time as you enjoy the party. Like now, when you catch his subtle but devious smile from behind the shadows while his hand casually slips into his suit jacket pocket. 

It’s a nonchalant motion. Relaxed enough that you barely catch on as you and Nadia continue swaying back and forth to the rhythm. Enjoying the heavy bass and eerie tune. 

And then, suddenly…you feel it. The first, gentle vibration from the toy sitting snugly inside your pussy. 

Your breath hitches.

And now you understand his look of amusement and the disappearance of his hand. He’s testing out the toy, warning you of his intentions even from the other side of the room. 

Just like he promised.

After all, that was his only condition. He’d dress up, he’d play nice, he’d be a good boss.

But if he wasn’t allowed to touch you all night, he at least wanted to have some fun. And remind you that he is still the one you belong to.

A reminder he gleefully gives you now, turning up the strength on the small bullet inside your cunt while he continues chatting with Alex from IT.

He’s not looking at you anymore – something you almost despise – but it’s obvious that he’s entertained. Fighting against a wry grin as he nods along in conversation. 

You, on the other hand, are beginning to feel the effects of the teasing. A sharp, pleasurable chill running down your legs while you falter in place and swallow a gasp.

Confused, Nadia eyes you carefully. “You okay?” she calls over the music, leaning closer. “You look a little woozy.”

“I’m…no, I’m…I’m good,” you manage to stammer, forcing a nod before you continue with your dance. “S’just hot in here, I guess.”

“God, you’re telling me,” she snorts, running a knuckle under her eye to catch some smeared makeup. “Last time I commit to the leather pants.”

Exhaling a laugh, you slowly pull your thighs together, hoping to lessen the vibrations currently traveling through your pussy. “Well, you look great.”

“Thanks,” she laughs before gesturing up and down at your costume. “What about you, hm? This is the sexiest corset I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks, it’s quite hard to breathe in,” you retort playfully, glancing over the pink silk on your torso. “This will also be the last time I commit to lingerie in public.”

“Fair enough. But that’s what Halloween is for, right? So you can be your true, slutty self just for one night.”

You chuckle again before slowly looking over to catch a glimpse of your sadistic boyfriend. However, you find that the smug bastard is now nowhere to be found. Having disappeared from the room, leaving you to struggle without him.

And then, you feel the strength increase.

It’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore the pleasure building in your stomach or the sharp rushes of ecstasy that echo across your clit. Which you suppose is his goal, although you aren’t sure why he’s so determined to make you fall apart under so many obvious eyes.

But you imagine that’s part of the fun. The idea that even though he can’t be with you, he can control your pleasure.

And you have to admit…you adore him for it.

With a shaky exhale, you nod your head toward the exit. “I’m, uh…I’m gonna go get some fresh air for a bit. I’ll be right back.”

Nadia nods. “No problem. I’ll be here.”

Leaving her with a smile, you begin to search for where he might have gone. You imagine his office, although you aren’t quite sure how you’re meant to meet him when so many people are watching.

Sure, more than half the room is drunk or otherwise occupied, but you don’t want to taunt fate. Especially after begging him to come in the first place.

But the painful pleasure in your cunt is beginning to worsen and you realize rather quickly that there’s only one solution.

Him.

So, you take a deep breath and slip into the adjoining hall, traveling through the darkness until you find his door.

You take a deep breath and knock twice, calling a soft but hopeful, “Mr. Styles? Are you in there?”

The sound of a lock turning nearly makes you shiver, and you can’t help but grin giddily as the door swings open, and a hand outstretches for you.

You’re yanked inside before you can even offer a greeting, tossed mercilessly toward his desk while he slams the door shut, and turns to face you.

And he’s stunning. So effortlessly beautiful, even with the blood dripping down his face. You wonder if you should be worried you find this so attractive, but you don’t exactly have it in you to care. Because the way his disheveled suit hugs his broad frame is sinfully delicious and the ruby droplets smeared across his jaw makes your cunt clench around the toy.

He strides toward you, drinking you in like he’s dying of thirst. Eyes dark and clouded with salacious intentions. 

He takes hold of your face between strong palms and crashes his mouth to yours. Hips pushing you back until you collide with the wooden table just behind you. Trapping you there while you gasp for air and tangle your fingers in his messy curls.

He groans in response, nipping at your bottom lip until you can’t breathe. “Gonna fucking kill me, Peach. Walking around in this slutty little costume. Almost came in my pants when you bent over.”

You smirk lazily as his kisses move down your neck. “Good, that was my plan.”

He makes another animalistic noise before shoving at your waist a bit harder. 

One hand disappears back into his pocket while the other travels up your fishnet stockings and settles against your cunt. The heel of his palm pressing against your covered clit as his harsh kisses dance beneath your ear.

“Shit, Har—” you gasp before you feel him tug your skin between his teeth. “Sir. Please…need…”

“I know,” he grunts, increasing the power of the toy until you’re both moaning. “Can feel it, Peach. Feels good, hm? Feels so fucking good. Bet you’re gonna cum in your pretty, little panties before I even touch you, yeah?”

You make another incoherent noise as his hand pushes the toy further into your pussy. The electric vibrations reverberate across his palm, doubling the sensation until your head just about drops back. Making the bunny ears slip to the ground, forgotten. 

“Good,” he hums, and you feel a bit of his fake blood smear across your neck. “S’a good girl, honey. Already close, aren’t you? What a pathetic little thing. Always fall apart so fast when I use a toy to play with you.”

You nod quickly in agreement. After all, he’s right. Vibrators have you coming faster than almost anything else – besides his cock.

And his mouth.

This is a fact he utilizes now, nudging the vibrator further into you until your legs begin to shake. You can feel it in your stomach, the first unraveling as it becomes stronger, and louder, and faster.

You fling an arm around his shoulders for stability before you’re disintegrating beneath him. Writhing and squirming and panting as he sees you through. 

“There you go,” he whispers, mouth brushing over yours. Wanting to taste your moans as you come down. “You’re all right, my love. Doing so good, hm? Gonna give me another?”

You nod faintly and he smirks before reaching beneath your corset top to find the decorative panties attached to your costume. 

He shoves them aside without pause before ripping the delicate fabric of the stockings almost fiercely. And far too easily for your liking.

He then retrieves the small toy from inside your cunt – smiling when he feels how soaked the silicone has become – before he’s dragging it up to your clit. Pressing the stimulating tip into your sensitive and swollen nerves as you suddenly gasp and go reeling.

“Shh,” he hushes, glancing over your face. “Can’t be too loud, hm? Y’know I love it when you scream for me, but we can’t let me hear, can we?”

“It’s…it’s Halloween,” you counter. “They’re used to screams.”

But Mr. Styles merely smirks. “Be that as it may…I don’t want to share your screams with anyone else. Not tonight.”

You feel your head grow fuzzier as he dips down to take your lips with his.

“Tonight…your screams belong to me,” he exhales against your tongue before he’s pressing the vibrator harder against your cunt.

You’re a mess. Soaking his hand, your outfit, the toy. Shaking almost pitifully while he finally releases the remote to press his palm to the back of your neck. Forcing your faces together until neither one of you can breathe without the other.

He was right, you are pathetic. So goddamn tragic as you begin to shake beneath the bullet. Already close to your second orgasm of the evening before he’s even had a chance to tease you.

But you don’t think he minds. He collects your orgasms like Pokémon cards. Wearing the number proudly until you’re nothing but a pile of limbs in his arms.

Two is only a start. And you know as long as he has this toy, he plans to force you into many more.

“Fucking shit, Peach,” he groans, forehead resting against yours as he glances down at where his hand is settled between your thighs. “Oh, that’s my girl. Always behave so well for me. Knew you would, yeah? Just like you promised.”

Again, you can do nothing but nod weakly. Still clinging to his body like a lifeline while he strokes you through the aftershocks.

“Okay,” he finally sighs, removing the toy and swiping his thumb across your clit. Collecting the arousal waiting for him just to bring it up to his lips. “Okay, honey, turn around. Bend over the desk for me.”

You whimper at the way he takes his body from you and from the very idea of what comes next. You hate that you won’t be able to see his face, but you adore this position. Especially because of the way he manhandles you.

Like now as his hands suddenly grasp onto your hips to fling you around so you’re facing his large, floor to ceiling windows.

The city is beautiful at night. Lit up like a prize, vast and seemingly endless. It’s one of your favorite things about his office and you smile to yourself as you take in the view.

But you aren’t afforded the chance to daydream long before he’s weaving his fingers through your roots and pushing you down until your chest meets his desk. Keeping you bent and pliable as he undoes his leather belt.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, squeezing your scalp as though to reward you. “Gonna fuck you quick. Can’t have Nadia come looking for you, can we?”

You whimper a response before you hear his pants fall to the floor, followed by a snapping of elastic as he pulls his cock from his briefs. 

“Let me have a look at you,” he grits, releasing your head so he can stand back and admire your dripping pussy. Pulling back the costume until your cunt is on display for his hungry eyes. “So fucking cute, Peach. S’all pretty and red. Just weeping for me, hm?”

“Sir—”

“Get all sensitive when I make you cum a lot, don’t you?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer. “Your puffy little clit gets all swollen and achy, hm?”

“Yes…yes, Sir, please—”

“Just one more for now, yeah? Just one. And then I’ll take you home and do it right.”

There’s a racing in your chest that can’t be contained. A sharp thrill that lives beneath your skin. He’s everything. His voice, his touch, his intentions. Even his mind. It’s wickedly beautiful and you adore him more than anything in the world.

You feel his fingers smooth through your folds. Teasing you for only a moment before you feel his cock come into play. Repeating the action of pressing and slipping through the wetness that awaits him.

“Can’t tell you what this costume does to me,” he whispers, groping your side with one hand. Preparing you. “You, and this tight, little fucking top, and these goddamn tights. Everybody was staring when you came in. Fucking everybody and I could’ve killed them.”

You moan something akin to his name, but he’s not listening. He’s lost on you. On your body and the way it looks, spread out before him.

“Even this fucking bunny tail,” he snorts, and you feel him pinch the fuzzy ball on your ass playfully. “Sits so pretty on you, y’know. Just like that plug I got you.”

“Shit,” you mumble, stomach clenching at the memory. “Har—”

His hand comes down in a sharp strike to your left ass cheek as you jolt. “Uh-uh. What’s my name?”

“Sir,” you correct, eyes squeezing shut. “Sir, please…please fuck me. Need you so bad—”

“Do you, hm?” He lands another spank before smoothing over the area with calmer motions.

You nod. “You look so good, Sir. Can’t…can’t stand it.”

Even without being able to see him, you can picture his smirk. “Do I?”

“Yes,” you exhale, almost groaning from the thought. “Covered in blood, wearing my favorite suit. Even the way you did your hair. S’been so hard to keep my hands off you tonight.”

You hear a dark, rather sadistic chuckle. “You like the blood, do you?”

You whimper. “Know I shouldn’t, but…it makes you look so fucking hot, Sir.”

Another harsh smack to your ass. Louder this time. “You know how I feel about your cussing, Peach.”

“M’sorry, Sir. But it’s true. You’re so fucking hot like this.”

He spanks you a fourth time but he’s still chuckling. “I’ll remember that,” he murmurs, kneading the tender flesh in his palm. “Never thought my precious peach would have such dirty fantasies.”

“I don’t, Sir. Only when it’s you.”

And he seems to like this idea, cursing in the back of his throat before nudging the tip of his cock against your clit. Making you both gasp until he finds your hole.

The first push in is delicious. Slow enough to prepare you and ease you open, but it’s everything. Scratching an itch that makes your brain turn to mush. Until you’re nearly collapsing onto his desk with anxious whimpers. 

“Good,” he breathes from behind you. “Good girl. That’s it, my love. Let me in, just like that. You all right?”

Another faint motion of your head. One that almost concerns him as he laces his fingers back through your roots.

“Peach,” he grunts. “Know I need your words. And you will give them to me when I ask for them. So what’s your color?”

“Green,” you whisper, nails curling into the wooden table beneath. “M’sorry, Sir, I’m green. Just feels so good. Wanted…to focus. To feel you.”

You hear him sigh before he’s pushing in a bit further. “Then fucking feel me.”

He sits inside your cunt like he was always meant to be there. Warm and thick and the perfect stretch. Making the stars return to your eyes as you begin to cry out his name.

However, he releases your scalp only to reach around and smack his palm against your lips. Keeping you quiet as he begins his thrusts.

“Uh-uh,” he warns. “Be a good little bunny and stay quiet.”

The pace is slow at first. Just enough to drive you absolutely mad and you imagine the scariest thing about tonight is how easily you’ve become such a blubbering mess.

“Like it when Daddy’s mean, don’t you?” he calls, returning both hands to your hips. “Like it when I treat you like you’re nothing.”

You can feel the sticky substance of the fake blood smearing across your hips. Probably staining your clothes – an obvious mark of his touch. A mark you’d proudly wear for the rest of your life if he’d let you.

“So fucking wet, honey,” he hisses. “S’just drowning my cock, isn’t it?”

You offer a garbled noise.

“Yeah. Just dripping down me, baby. Begging me to do something about it. Begging me to fucking take you.”

Your entire body is shaking. Along with the desk and an assortment of papers and pens that become scattered with every sharp drive of his hips. 

And you can hear it. Can hear the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy and echoing between the walls of his large office. Wet, and lewd, and almost pornographic in nature. It’s obvious how needy you are for him. How unhinged your body has become. Soaking him exactly the way he loves as he fucks himself into you.

You can feel the sweat beading at your hairline. Can hear your pulse thumping in your ears – in time to the music in the other room and the thrusting of his hips. Leaving you to do nothing but lay across his desk and take it. Take him, exactly the way he wanted.

“How about another, hm?” He squeezes your sides harshly before one hand leaves you. “Gonna give me another, my love?”

Nodding tiredly, you allow your lashes to flutter shut. Focusing instead on the sound of his voice and the rough touch of his fingertips. You can feel it building. Can practically taste the beginnings of a third orgasm. You’re powerless to the pleasure. Undone by the man behind you as he readjusts his stance and angles his cock up.

It’s wicked. The immense, overwhelming, and unfathomable coursing of lust between each joint, and muscle, and fiber. You can’t escape it, can’t fight it. Can’t even understand it.

That’s what you needed. That spot, that attention. Over and over and over, and he’s so good at hitting it just right. Only to drag his cock back out and leave you empty and wilted.

“Relax,” he orders firmly before a familiar buzzing reverberates between your ears. “Relax, Peach. It’s okay, honey. Just want one more.”

The bullet is snaked around your hip before it’s pressing firmly to your clit. Forcing the sensitive and swollen bud to succumb to the vibrations and bring you that much closer.

You cry out for a second time, hands scratching down his desk, but he only curses through gritted teeth.

“There you go,” he exhales, and it’s thick. “S’okay, I’ve got you.”

He’s a mad man. Deranged and borderline animalistic with the way he demands your body bend to his will.

“Sir—” You suck in a large gasp for air, but it’s useless. “Har, please—”

His large palm spanks down on your ass as punishment, but he doesn’t comment on your slip.  “I know. Almost there. Know you’re almost there, can feel you clenching, baby. Keep going. Feels so fucking good—”

“Can’t…can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Know it hurts, but you can do it. You’ll do it, come on.”

And you want to, you do. More than anything, but it’s almost too good. You can’t think properly, can’t seem to relax long enough to let the orgasm overtake you.

Then, he’s wrangling you up. Pulling you until your back is pressed against his chest while he nudges his nose against your cheek. Inhaling you with a groan before he trails a few open-mouthed kisses along your neck. 

And in the reflection of his office windows, you see your silhouettes.

You, in your stunning Playboy costume, tits bouncing up out of the corset with each thrust, fake blood painted across your face and neck.

And him.

The devastatingly wonderful man behind you. Dressed in the sexiest suit you’ve ever seen, gelled curls gone askew, and that same blood dripping down almost every inch of him.

And he’s pounding his cock into your cunt like there’s no tomorrow. Trapping you against his body, your heaving chest in one hand, and the vibrating toy in the other. 

“So good, Peach,” he whispers. “So fucking good. Need you to cum, baby, please. Right now. Cum.”

And you do.

You don’t expect it. Have no time to prepare for it. Don’t even understand it’s happening until that white-hot explosion is dancing down your spine and expanding through your stomach. All the way into your toes as you whimper his name and wither in his touch. 

He does his best to hold you up while maintaining the pace he set. Faster and harder until he’s spilling inside of you with a moan. Mumbling your name while a hundred praises follow suit.

The aftershocks of this one seem to drag on longer than most. But you both indulge in the floaty feeling as you work to catch your breath. Syncopating to each other’s inhales until your heartbeats become one. 

“Did so good,” he sighs, nuzzling his cheek to yours. “God, so fucking good. Feel like heaven, you know that?”

You smile lazily and settle into his arms, allowing your weight to rest atop his. “Well…it’s easy when you look like this.”

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. “You really do have a blood kink, hm?”

“No, I have a you-covered-in-blood kink. I don’t care when it’s anybody else.”

Now, he reaches out to slide his finger under your chin and turn your face to his. Staring at you for only a moment before he kisses you. Hard and yet filled with an emotion you just might recognize.

“Want you to do something for me, Peach,” he mumbles against your lips.

You nod quickly.

“Want you to fix your little panties…go down to my car…and wait for me.” 

You feel your breath hitch.

He smiles.

“We’ve got some videotapes to make.”

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For the 3000 celebration can you write one with Pietro Maximoff and prompt 25

Maybe it’s set at like Halloween and Pietro dresses up as a cowboy so the prompt makes sense

.⋆｡Musketeer And The Cowboy｡⋆.

Pietro Maximoff x plus size reader

Halloween brings out the worst in all of us

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, drinking, the Avengers being the Avengers

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Tony found any and all reasons to throw a party. Fourth of July, New Years, Thanksgiving, even fucking Arbour day got a celebration that included luxury foods and so much alcohol that even thinking about it gave you a hangover.

But by far his Halloween bashes were the most mind blowing. He went all out, even going so far as to turn part of the tower into a truly frightening haunted house. The halls were filled with hyper-realistic decorations and people with extravagant costumes.

You found it fun, it was pretty much like a kid’s party on steroids. You gorged yourself on candy while getting drunk with your favourite people in the world while you all pretended to be someone or something else, in the case of Clint’s famous candy corn costume, for the evening.

This year, you had a group costume with Wanda and Natasha: sexy three Musketeers. With a truly scandalous amount of skin showing beneath a corset, stockings, killer red heels, a frilly collar, huge hat and a fake sword, you truly felt the role. 

You and the girls strolled into the huge ballroom absolutely on top of the world. Immediately, Wanda was pulled away by Vision and onto the dance floor while Natasha made a b-line for the bar, leaving you with a red lipstick stain on your cheek and a wink. 

But you weren’t phased, instead you happily strolled over to the small gathering of some of the older Avengers, gunning for the flask Thor always carried at parties. “Good morrow sirs, perchance you have a nip of ale for me.” You laid the old English accent on thick as you planted yourself by Steve who was dressed as a zombie businessman. He rolled his eyes and handed you his spiked beer. 

“Thank you, my good man.” Thor (who was a playboy bunny this year) beamed at you. You sipped the stronger than normal beer and nodded at the rest of the men in the group. “We have some mixed effort here- Bucky looks like he gave up but Sam, you look great!” Sam, in a very elaborate Dracula 

costume, turned to Bucky, who wore Steve’s Captain America uniform.

“See! I told you that you looked stupid!” Bucky’s left eye twitched.

“No you told me that no one dresses up for Halloween anymore so I shouldn’t bother with a costume.” He grumbled, arms folding dangerously over his chest. You giggled and handed the beer back to your surrogate brother.

“Has anyone seen Pietro? He wanted to do the haunted house with me.” Steve shrugged.

“He wasn’t here when I got here but he may be trying to spar with Hulk, again.” You glanced over to where Tony (Patrick Bateman) and Bruce (Doctor Frankenstein) were drinking in a quiet corner with Peter (Han Solo), most likely chatting about their little science projects. But there was no silver-haired man with them.

“Hmm.” You hummed, resting a hand on the hilt of your fake blade. “I’ll go for a wander and see if I can find him. Oh and Bucky, the suit looks good on you.” Immediately, the super soldier perked up and a smirk crossed his face.

“Thank you.” He smugly responded while grinning at Sam who just rolled his eyes. Satisfied with the chaos you released about to unfold, you journeyed back into the crowd on the search for your boyfriend. 

There were cheerleaders, werewolves, some cheap Avengers costumes, but there was no speedster. After you passed what seemed to be the 20th Black Widow, a flash of silver caught your attention.

Pietro was leaning against a column just outside the party, his bright blue eyes fixed firmly on your generous curves. He was fully decked out in scuffed jeans held up by a thick belt with a gun holster, a leather vest with a red plaid shirt, an expensive pair of cowboy boots and a large Stetson in his hands. As he caught your eye, he flipped the hat perfectly onto his head while smoothly placing a fake cigarette between his teeth with his other hand.

“Well howdy there little lady.” He drawled with an awful attempt at a southern accent. 

“Hi there cowboy.” You purred, heels clacking on the expensive flooring as you approached. “I’ve never seen a cowboy without a lasso.” You gestured to his belt where an empty clip hung on his thigh. Pietro smirked deviously.

He grabbed you by the hips as you got close enough, tugging you into his chest. “I think you’ll find zat my lasso is somewhere more convenient.” His hands slipped down to your ass, grabbing the soft flesh beneath the tiny skirt you wore. He rolled his hips into your plush stomach, letting you feel his growing bulge.

“And where is that?” You played along, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his silver hair.

Pietro lowered his face to your ear, gently biting the lobe before whispering, “You vill have to play along to find out.” He then pulled away from your body. “Come, ve have much to do tonight.”

He took your hand in his own and pulled you into the hall. “It is time for a ride.” He winked, tipping his hat to you. You broke out in a wide smile.

God you loved Halloween.

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happy (late) halloween omg ace! i am so glad to see we are all in shambles over the halloween show i swear matty chose violence (quite literally) with the patrick bateman costume like..... will instantly be imprisoned if I voiced my thoughts about those photos bye-

also the halloween blurb???????? mainly just sending this to scream ab how it literally killed me bye this is so stupid but it instantly made me so happy to read after work and oh i am weepy and weak at the idea of annie masterminding a group costume 😭 even the simplest or ur writings i absolutely adore (still not over the massive list of pre reader dad matty blurbs oh that made my DAY i tell u...)

can we just.... the idea of annie begging u to join them trick or treating,,,, and reader meeting mayhem and mayhem holding the candy bucket in his mouth while annie shows u how well she can walk the 'massive horse dog' 😭😭 and the way u just fit in their unit together so well... oh matty absolutely can feel his heart bursting at the sight gn (and also u getting mistaken for being annies mom/his wife multiple times and the way he just cannot handle how oddly right it feels.... bye!)

(bff anon hopes ur doing better ace! just know basically anything u post..... ive basically read bye need to stop lurking like an insane person 💀 xx)

HAPPY VERY LATE HALLOWEEN!!! It is my fault this is so late, I just couldn't stop talking… are we shocked tho? Jail is calling my name with some of the things I said in dms… let alone my thoughts FUCKING HELL. it was too good-

Stop I'm so glad you liked it, I just love them on Halloween so much. The fact that it made you happy after work actually just added 20 years to my life I'm so glad!!!! I made your day?!?!? Please I'm gonna vomit. You are so sweet and kind. Those ideas were all so fucking good, a google doc has been created bc I loved them so much. You are a genius truly.

Literally, this idea has been living in my mind rent-free in my mind ever since you sent it. MAYHEM HOLDING THE BUCKET YOU'RE KIDDING. Any mayhem content and I am obsessed (hence the mayhem reference in the actual fic), but this image has me sobbing.

(lots more insanity below the cut)

I am gonna alter what you said so slightly bc teacher girlie is PROFESSIONAL and she has work/life boundaries… sometimes… let's say Annie does BEG you to come trick or treating with them and you have to break it to her that you definitely cannot do that but you hope she has the best time ever. “But miss y/n I want you to meet my doggy, he's coming with us. He's gonna be scooby doo! My daddy is shaggy, and I’m Daphne. He's trying to get my uncle George to be Fred, but he wants to have a party with my auntie Charli. They are gonna be-” You have to cut in before Annie gives you a detailed list of everyone she knows costumes (but also, isn't the Scooby gang iconic for them all?!). 

You, of course, have a pumpkin out and are waiting for trick-or-treaters and have the full-size chocolate bars because you always wanted to be that house. A knock at your door happens, and you come running to it in your Wizard of Oz costume. Who is behind that door but the whole Healy family? Matty just makes a noise of shock that he later over-thinks massively, “but Ross, it was such a weird noise. I basically choke-coughed at her. No stop laughing-” Ross eventually assures Matty you didn't notice. 

You did and later tease him about it when you finally get together, “I swear I had to actually bite the inside of my cheek to not laugh, it was so ridiculous” and Matty is like “Can you blame me?? You were in that cute little dress, and you had those plaits with the bows on the end. You were asking me to choke on thin air when you dress like that, sweetheart.” And you're like… “well I think I still have that costume in my wardrobe upstairs if you'd be interested in-”. Immediately, his face lights up, “WHICH ONE? THE BIG WARDROBE OR THE SMALL ONE?” he shouts whilst dragging you up the stairs as you giggle uncontrollably.

Anyway, sorry I got distracted, HALLOWEEN! They're reasonably late in the night, and somehow Matty gatherers himself enough to talk to you, “ohmygod hi!” he says and awkwardly waves, another moment he thinks about far too often (“Why couldn't I do anything normal around you.” and you reassure him “dont worry, babe. it was cute, I swear”) 

Annie perks up and shows you mayhem who just adores you, wagging his tail and you bend down to his level and he's licking all over your face and you just can't stop laughing, matty is mortified. “Oh god y/n I’m so sorry he isn't normally this friendly, very weird actually… but please just- oh mayhem please can you stop-” and he's tugging at the lead trying not to die of embarrassment.

You insist it is fine, and Annie begs you to walk him “Just for a little bit miss y/n! Because then you can see how strong he is and then how strong I am because I walk him all by myself” This comment has you looking at Matty behind her who just shakes his head, confirming that this, in fact, is not true and just another Annie exaggeration.

You agree, grab your bag and come to walk with them for a bit, only after confirming with Matty about 30 times that it's really okay, “are you sure I do not want to intrude” you ask and Matty just dies at your kind eyes looking up at him whilst cuddling mayhem.

“Of course! I'm sure Dorothy would be good friends with the Scooby gang. Please, walk with us” and he offers his hand to pull you up. It's the first time you've really touched, and god, the spark flying thing may seem like a fairytale, but you both swear in that moment that you actually get a shock from the touch. Of course, his hand lingers a little longer than necessary as you stare at each other just vaguely holding hands. Your brain catches up, and you start moving, but god, you wish that moment could've dragged on forever, as does Matty.

As soon as you and Matty get properly talking, you end up walking with them for a longgg time. One house in particular though makes a mistake that lives on in infamy in your relationship in the future.

“oh god, that one house that thought we were together, that moment was on replay in my head for weeks after. The idea that someone else could see us together just confirmed to me I was head over heels for you, and then sadly solidified that it couldn't happen after you corrected her and I was sharply reminded you were my daughter's teacher”

Maybe it's an older woman who opens the door and jumps at mayhem originally but is soon cooing over him and giving him milk bones, “What a pretty boy” and Annie is giggling and telling the woman all about her “horse dog” (nice reference btw bff anon I love u).

Soon, she looks up and actually addresses you and Matty, “Sorry! You must be mum and dad. What a lovely little girl you've raised, and what a beautiful couple you are! Reminds me of me and my husband, constantly talking and laughing” You and matty just stand there open-mouthed like fish for a good few seconds. Annie is, of course, laughing hysterically. You both stutter out explanations, “Oh no-” “Oh I'm actually her teacher. It's a funny story so they knocked and i was like-” Of course, the woman apologised profusely, but the comment haunts you and Matty for WEEKS.

Perhaps a few more people coo at your “lovely family” and perhaps you just… stop correcting them…

Cut to Matty talking to himself (and mayhem) at 3 a.m. in the kitchen whilst making tea, “No it's totally normal people thought that. Man + woman + child + dog = family. and so what we stopped correcting them?? That's normal too… We just got sick of it. And it's also fine that it made me feel weird. It was a weird situation. Anyone would get butterflies at someone saying they're a nice couple. Right, mayhem?” and Mayhem somehow gives him a look that says “Really?” and Matty sighs and nods.

I think this might be the moment he goes “fuck.” and realises he really does like you. And he just… freaks out. Calls Ross and talks a million miles an hour.

I'M SO SORRY I LITERALLY CANT SHUT UP, WHEN WILL I STOP?!

I am doing much better and I literally cannot believe someone likes my bullshit enough to read my posts, I am genuinely obsessed with you?!?! KEEP LURKING I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU!!!

blurb masterlist here!!

[canyoutelliheartgeto]

Jjk as Halloween costumes

In honor of it being Halloween, these are just things I could see Jjk characters dressing up as. If you agree cool,if you don’t agree that’s cool too not everyone has my dope little brain

Satoru Gojo:

- Def would go as Jack Frost as his first choice

- Could also see him in a skeleton morph suit but the face is suffocating and doesn’t fit because of how tall he is so he has to cut it off at the head and literally just has his face showing lol

Satosugu:

- Men in black, VERY much so

Suguru Geto:

- Just a plain vampire

(except when people ask what he’s supposed to be, Gojo interrupts to tell the everyone he’s a sexy vampire, to which Geto reassures he is actually just a regular vampire),

- Would also go as Legolas from lord of the rings

- A pirate? And he’d be HOT (think of captain Jack sparrow! Thinking of him with eyeliner on makes me weak asf actually)

Namami:

- Patrick Bateman, will not elaborate

- Caveman?? In a weird way I could see it, I think the pattern on his tie makes me believe that’s a good fit

- Also, Ken which gojo would try to make puns about nanami KENto to which Nanami would definitely smack him

Group:

- I feel like yuji would def convince the trio to go as chainsaw man characters? And how sick would that be??? Yuji as denji, nobara would be power, and megumi as aki obviously

- Yuji and Megumi would totally fuck with gojo (which he would laugh but truly not find it funny) and go as satosugu which makes me laugh thinking about it. Then obviously nobara dresses up as shoko and shoko thinks shes adorable for that

- Gojo has everyone in on dressing like nanami which at first he’s super irritated about until he sees that all the students dress up like him and he secretly loves it (this is my favorite cause we all know Nanami secretly loves being his students inspiration)

BONUS

Whole squad goes as Spider-Man variants from the different universes.

Gojo as Andrew Garfield Spider-Man (the thought of this literally makes me feel like I need to be sedated)

Yuji as tom holland Spider-Man

Geto would def be venom but like obviously without the fucked teeth just like suit only??

Nobara is Gwen fs

Nanami as Miguel especially after they just BUFFED this man tf up

Megumi probably would wear the Toby McGuire spider suit just bc he didn’t want to do it and yuji and gojo bullied him into it

[s0ftl3]

𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔

The frat house is crowded; filled with the noise of a thousand different conversations, and dozens of repeat patrick bateman costumes. The Chi Sigma frat was hosting a summer event that they called “Halloween in July”; It was their attempt to gain more pledges in the upcoming semester. Your boyfriend, the president, insisted that you come and that you match your costume to his. You were never one to refuse your boyfriend the opportunity to do something so cheesy as a couple.

So, here you were, standing in the middle of the living room, dressed head to toe in cow-print. You’re wearing a rather revealing romper, a headband with cow ears and horns connected to it, and pulling it all together is the cowbell adorning your neck. From where you stand in the living room, you watch as Ted, dressed as a cowboy, is clapped on the back by Jonathan. Jonathan, more oftenly referred to as schlatt, is Ted's vice president and bestfriend. 

A voice pulls you out of your trance, making you turn to find the body it came from. “Hey there, cutie, what are you supposed to be?” He’s clearly drunk because A, it’s fairly obvious you’re meant to be a cow, and B, he reeks of cheap alcohol. You try not to let your annoyance show, not wanting to be too rude. 

“Oh, um thank, you,” you look into the kitchen hoping to see Ted headed back your way with your drinks, unfortunately for you, Schlatt has stolen him away for a shot, “I’m a cow, it uh makes a little more sense when you see my boyfriend’s costume. He’s a cowboy.” 

The cocky smirk on his face drops a little but returns before he utters the most out-of-pocket sentence to you, “I think you being a cow makes perfect sense on its own, you’ve got huge jugs.” Your jaw drops, and before you can react he’s reaching for your chest, trying to cop a feel. The bodies surrounding the two of you make it hard to take more than a few steps back but you do manage to get out of his reach.

You don’t see the look of pure anger on Ted’s face from the entryway of the kitchen. His jaw is clenched as he takes long and heavy strides towards the guy in the middle of a conversation with Charlie, the exchequer. Charlie’s rushing to keep Ted from beating the shit out of this guy with Schlatt in tow.

You do, however, see how Ted’s fist connects with the stranger's jaw, making him take a step back from you. 

“What the fuck is your problem dude?” the guy, you’ve decided to call him Trevor for now, yells at your boyfriend. He lunges at Ted, lands a hit on his lip, and his bottom one is split. It doesn’t look awful, but it’s definitely gotta hurt.

The two engage in an all-out fight, though Ted looks to have the upper hand, before Schlatt and Charlie pull them away. You follow Schlatt as he pulls him out to the bathroom sitting Ted on top of the lid of the toilet. 

“Keep him here while I go help Charlie throw that fucker out,” and with that he huffed and slams the door. Ted’s got his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. You hook your index finger under his chin making him look up at you. 

“Hey, he’s gone now and I’m perfectly fine,” his facial expression softens at that, “you, on the other hand, look pretty rough. You reach for the hand towel hanging next to the sink, wetting it with cold water.

He’s honestly surprised you’re not upset with him for starting a fight, instead, you’re taking such good care of him. “Should’ve killed him,” he pauses hissing in pain as you wipe his lip, “He was trying to touch, my baby.” You fight back a giggle and kiss his forehead.

“It would be a little hard to keep other creeps from touching me from prison baby.” He nods drunkenly; the shots he took with the boys hitting him now. 

“Be hard to marry you from prison too.” he pouts. You’re a little shocked at Ted’s drunken mention of marriage and you decide that’s a conversation best saved for when Ted isn’t slurring his speech.

[toomuchracket]

WHAT WAS D W GIRLIE DRESSED AS MADS🥰

amy dunne from gone girl all covered in blood lol. you saw that meme that was like a manip of her and patrick bateman with the mitski me and my husband title as a caption, and you sent it to matty like "do u see the vision" after he decided to do american psycho. he laughed so loudly you could hear him from the other side of the house and replied like "yes i do. fucking genius. i love u", so that was that - you bought a slip dress and a short blonde wig and went mental with a packet of fake blood and recited the cool girl monologue like a million times, and when matty posted a pic of both of you in your costumes and captioned it "ironic costumes, unironically soulmates" literally everyone went nuts. you just match each other's energy so well! <3

[sirquestingbeast]

In Honor of this Sacred Day, here are some KH Costumes

These are from my discord post. Edited to provide alternatives to the meme-y answers

KH Halloween costumes. Debate me.

Sora: Glamrock Freddy from Five Nights at Freddy's (you can't tell me he isn't a FNAF kid) Riku: Rogue the Bat from Sonic / Zuko from Avatar Kairi: Ice Spice (1/3 of the holy Trinity) / Usagi from Sailor Moon Roxas: Cloud from Final Fantasy 7(Crazy how it's the same story sometimes) / David from Lost Boys Xion: Ariana Grande (2/3 of the holy Trinity) / Samara from The Ring Namine: Billie Eilish (Holy Trinity complete) / Princess Peach from Super Mario Brothers Axel/Lea: Team Fortress 2 Scout (no this isn't a joke answer, its the only answer) Isa: Team Fortress 2 Spy (yes they coordinated) Ventus: Naruto from Naruto Terra: Leon Kennedy from Resident Evil 4 Aqua: Samus from Metroid Vanitas: Spawn from Spawn Xigbar/"Luxu": The Joker from the hit movie The Joker played by esteemed actor Joaquin Phoenix Marluxia/Laurium: Zagreus from Hades Larxene/Elrena: Harley Quinn from Batman Demyx: Goblin King Jareth from Labyrinth Luxord: Gambit from X-Men Vexen/Even: Wouldn't dress up (Night King from Game of Thrones) Xaldin/Dillan: An actual classic Dracula Lexaeus/Aeleus: Frankenstein's Monster but from the book Ienzo: Persona 3 Fuuka (try not to put Ienzo in a skirt/dress challenge failed)

Xemnas: Darth Vader from Star Wars (and he WOULD dress up) Ansem: Maleficent (a sexy one just to piss her off) / Vecna from dungeons and dragons Xehanort: Various variations of William Afton/ Springtrap from Five Nights at Freddy's just to fuck with Sora / various Docs from Doctor Who DiZ: Luxord (now that I said it you can't unsee it)/ Capt. Kirk from Star Trek Eraqus: Doc Holiday (I just want him to be a cowboy) / Indiana Jones from Indiana Jones Baldr: Patrick Bateman from American Psycho Hermod: Elminster from Dungeons and Dragons Vor: Frodo from Lord of the Rings Urd: Shiva summon from Final Fantasy / Ellen Ripley from Aliens Hoder: Madoka Kaname from Madoka Magica Strelitzia: Gwen Stacy from Spiderman no elaboration Brain: Neo from the Matrix Ephemer: Hatsune Miku (fight me on this)/ James Bond from James Bond Skuld: Zelda from Zelda Ira: R.J MacReady from The Thing Invi: Sidney Prescott from Scream Acced: Ash Williams from Evil Dead Gula: Charley from Fright Night Ava: Laurie Strode from Halloween MoM: Sans Undertale from Undertale

[braintapes]

Had maybe one of the stupidest dreams today I've ever had today.

I was browsing the comic book shop and spotted a Patrick Bateman/Batman crossover comic. I tried to show it to some people to laugh at it because the idea of it was so stupid, but everyone was just like, "Yeah yeah, the Patrick Bateman/Batman crossover. We've all seen it." Like it's this infamously bad comic, known and widely mocked for its obviously stupid premise, made for stupid reasons (ohh haha they both had the same actor what if they were the SAME GUY heehee) along with an extremely edgy and ridiculous story played completely straight.

Then it got made into a movie and I found myself trapped in the theater while it was playing. I had just enough awareness to know that if I left, I could shift the storyline of my dream to something, ANYTHING other than fucking Patrick Batman. I tried getting out quietly and non-disruptively, but there were no walkways or sidestairs anyway. Just rows and rows of seats with no way to leave.

So I'm climbing over seats and pushing past the people in the seats who are totally enraptured by the movie, while in the background Patrick Bateman AS Batman (NOT Christian Bale but like literally the character Patrick Bateman is just inexplicably also Batman) is doing increasingly absurd spy-movie type getaways from villains. He's doing over the top action movie stunts, ziplining across power lines, beating people up as he makes his way to wherever he's going.

Simultaneously I'M scrambling to leave this shitty movie and apologizing to people for having to get past them and everyone is getting increasingly angry with me, NOT because I'm being disruptive in a movie theater but because I'm not showing this extremely important cultural staple the proper respect it deserves. Like people are reverential about this movie and are aghast anyone could not be.

Patrick Batman's escapade culminates in him hang gliding around an island that's about to explode from both an earthquake and impending volcano eruption. He's hooting and hollering and having the time of his life and also trying/failing to make witty one-liners because he's still like, a complete loser he's just also in the batsuit while this is going on. And the audience is supposed to think this is legitimately COOL and something to look up to.

I don't make it out of the theater but I DO get distracted enough by someone with a sick ass metal contraption costume that I can move on until I wake up but god. GOD. why did i dream about this. what's going on my life that caused this.

[silkscream]

swallow me

pairing: peter parker x reader

synopsis: it’s halloween! you unexpectedly cross paths with the Real spiderman. at least you think it’s really him. why does he sound exactly like the cute boy who sits next to you in class?

warnings: explicit (18+) smut, dom!peter but also sub!peter but also dom!reader, oral sex, fingering, mentions of blood/murder/graphic and general spooky stuff, alcohol and drug usage by the reader. bi!reader for no reason. self-indulgent but you all will just have to deal :/

genres: friends to lovers, college!peter, mutual pining, silly fluff

wc: 5k+

a/n: this came out of my ass in one night i apologize in advance. basically i’m obsessed with the idea of being covered in blood and a halloween-themed mutual pining crush situation. this is the result of that. 

“Do you like my costume?” Peter tries meekly, scratching his head.

“I mean… yes. You’re fucking Spiderman?” you reply in the form of a yell and a whisper.

“Well, with him, it’s actually more of a platonic thing… OW!” He yelps when you hit him on the arm. He’s bewildered at how hard you can punch considering he’s the Avenger, not you.

Peter likes you more than he lets on. He’s been in denial about it all since the semester started; he didn’t want to admit even the smallest infatuation. Ever since MJ, he’d been avoiding intimacy like the plague. Not that he and MJ were on bad terms, but something was consistently off and it always felt like his fault. The breakup took months to get over, though the fact that she and Peter went to different colleges helped.

When he met you, you took his breath away, almost literally, because both of you happened to be idiots with no sense of direction. When you two collided, your hair was all over your face because of how windy it was — Peter remembered the sight like a polaroid picture. Hot coffee splayed onto Peter’s jeans, which were black, thankfully. However, you were still so mortified that it took you a minute to realize how crazy you looked pawing near a stranger’s crotch with napkins. Your hands were cold and accidentally grazed his when you bent down to pick up your papers, and when Peter looked into your eyes, he felt like he was levitating.

Peter, being the gentleman, offered to walk you to your class, which happened to be the same one he was in. This is what started your casual friendship in Cultural Anthropology 211, an elective the both of you were to taking to fulfill a history requirement.

You never did notice his stolen glances or how wide his eyes would get in admiration when you’d rant about imperialism during your group discussions. You thought this kid was freaked out or intimidated by you at first but you realized he might’ve had a thing for you.. Heart eyes out of his mind. You shrugged it off. You didn’t do romance… at least that’s what you tell yourself.

__

The crisp October air nipped at your cheeks, a cold contrast to the warmth of your face that lingered from being in a room full of sweaty bodies. You’d lost your roommate in the crowd long ago, partly because of her ditzy nature and partly because you wouldn’t be able to tell her apart from every other white girl dressed as Mia Wallace. You, on the other hand, were keeping warm in a full suit and clear raincoat, fake blood splattered on your face as Patrick Bateman. The film bros were complimenting you left and right with some chauvinist snark thrown in now and then. You didn’t particularly care. It was almost ritualistic of you to argue with men at parties.

Sliding a bedroom window open, you climb out to view the city in its glory. You sigh out a puff of smoke into the night air, occupying yourself with the fake cobwebs and dead plants on the fire escape to people-watch below. You watch as a Playboy bunny on the street across makes out with a girl dressed as the Mad Hatter. It makes your heart soften in the smallest bit.

“Shit!” a familiar voice shrieks somewhere from the building across from you. You hear a loud thud and pained groans, not to mention the comedic timing of a cat yowling skittishly. “Shh, go back inside, cat!”

“Parker? Is that you?” you hiss, joint in one hand as you lean over the banister of the fire escape. You squint into the darkness of the night and see a figure fumbling with a cat whose eyes are reflecting gold and green tints.

Peter looks up at you and accidentally whispers your name in question. His Spider-eyes dilate in realization.

“Peter? What are you doing over there?” you call after him.

“Sorry ma’am, just your friendly neighborhood Spider-man here!” he cries out in a deeper voice. You aren’t convinced.

“Peter, what the fuck?”

“Shhhhh!!!” He somehow swings to you within the speed of light and suddenly his masked fingers are over your mouth. Spiderman?

“Sorry, miss, didn’t mean to, uh, manhandle you like that,” Peter apologizes when he releases you. He coughs and clears his throat. “There’s… danger around the corner. Gotta keep ya safe!”

“Peter, I know it’s y—” He shushes you again before you can finish. “Are you shushing me because there’s actually someone out to get me or because I keep saying your name?”

Peter sighs and puts his head in his hands in defeat. He knows he can’t keep lying to you, especially when you were able to spot him immediately. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Dude, I have your voice memorized.” You widen your eyes at how creepy you might’ve sounded. You clear your throat casually. “Like, it’s memorable. Duh.”

“Do you like my costume?” Peter tries meekly, scratching his head.

“I mean… yes. You’re fucking Spiderman?” you reply in the form of a yell and a whisper.

“Well, with him, it’s actually more of a platonic thing… OW!” He yelps when you hit him on the arm. He’s bewildered at how hard you can punch considering he’s the Avenger, not you. “Nice right hook, Y/L/N.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Okay, you could’ve been any Spiderman considering it’s fucking Halloween, but really? It’d be way funnier if you were wearing a knockoff suit, man. Also, I don’t get how your identity is still a secret when I could recognize you just from the sound of your voice. It’s like how Superman is Clark Kent without glasses. What the fuck is wrong with everyone?”

“Honestly, I think about that sometimes, too,” Peter shrugs, taking off his mask. “I don’t get how you’re not freaking out.”

You shrug. “Shouldn’t you keep your mask on? You know there’s a party inside, right?”

“Oh, oh, right. Shit.”

“C’mon.” You toss your joint in the pot of a dead aloe plant (how do you kill a succulent?) and take his hand, leading him back through the window. His heart flutters and grows heavily against his chest like the Grinch. Peter’s been to space and has met aliens and other masked freaks, yet he’s still overstimulated in a crowd of dressed-up college students raging to Billie Eilish’s ‘bad guy’ under a dozen strobe lights.

“Didn’t think this was your scene,” he yells into your ear over the music.

“It isn’t,” you yell back. “Not yours either, huh.”

Instinctively, Peter snakes an arm and grips you at the waist after a gaggle of boys dressed in fake armor nearly tramples you over.

“What are you, a dead weatherman?” one of them asks you, lifting a spear-headed arrow.

“American Psycho. What are you, a sentient condom commercial?” you raise an eyebrow at the boy’s “shield”, which was ornate with several different kinds of Trojan condoms taped to it.

“Trojan warrior, baby,” he boasts. He picks off one and puts it in the palm of your hand. “Here’s one for you and Spiderman over here. Or me if you can find me later.”

“Thanks,” you roll your eyes. The stranger turns towards Peter.

“Your costume looks like the real thing, dude! Do those web shooters work?” the boy slurs and grabs Peter’s wrist. The hero is startled by the onslaught of unwanted attention and accidentally shoots a sticky, gossamer web towards the stranger, sticking his hand to his red solo cup. “Whoa, man! That’s fucking awesome!”

“Okaaaay, that’s enough,” you mutter, taking Peter’s hand and dragging him out of the room and towards the exit door. The roar of the crowd is silenced abruptly by the slam of the door closing, leaving you and Peter alone in the flickering yellow light of the stairwell. The hallway looks like an American Horror Story set all on its own.

“God, I’m too dizzy to be in a place like that,” Peter breathes, shaking his head.

“What were you doing before I caught you?”

“Patrolling. I didn’t realize I’d run into you. I’m glad I did, though.”

You could feel the blush creep into your cheeks. Luckily it didn’t show on your face easily, plus there was the fake blood splattered on your cheeks. “You hungry? My apartment is a couple blocks away and I have a shit ton of candy still. And probably some leftover takeout.”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds amazing,” Peter beams quickly. He always does this, looks at you with his puppy dog eyes like he would follow you anywhere. Which is true. “I mean, yeah. That’d be cool, I guess.”

“Lovely,” you smile warmly, descending down the stairs.

Peter hesitates for a moment. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You won’t tell anyone… about me, right?”

You blink up at Peter in his full suit. Anywhere else in New York City, he’s Spiderman. You’re insignificant compared to him, an ant in a sea of people that simply watches him in awe. At the moment, he’s Peter, and his heart is full when he looks at you, and you can’t resist the growing crush you have on him. It makes your stomach hurt a little bit.

“I swear on my life, Parker.”

___

It’s entertaining how many compliments Peter gets on his “costume” on the walk home. You feel comfortable with him. You almost feel… warm. Peter doesn’t take your sarcasm too seriously and is able to banter back and forth with you easily. The two of you talk horror movies after you explain your costume, you gush about Delmar’s sandwiches, he tells you about Aunt May and what he used to dress up as for Halloween when he was a kid.

By the time Peter’s in your kitchen, you’re arguing about whether or not he would be able to take the Joker in a fight. Obviously, you had a soft spot for Spiderman, but watching Peter defend himself and make faces at you doubting him was hilarious.

“Okay, subject change. Freddy Kreuger or Mike Myers?”

“Freddy.”

“Okaaaay, but Halloween’s a better movie,” Peter argues.

“Dude, Freddy Kreuger gets you in your dreams. Why is Michael Myers still alive even? I don’t get why there’s a new movie. Like what’s his new tactic? Being homophobic?” You raise an eyebrow. “My mother already tried that and I’m still alive.”

Peter feels bad for laughing so hard. He can’t help but notice how pretty you look when you’re laughing, even when there’s blood on your face. It was strangely… hot. He couldn’t imagine how he must look to you with the bruise under his eye after a round of getting roundhouse-kicked on patrol.

“Oh, so are you…” he trails off awkwardly.

“Yes and no. Experimenting.”

Peter nods, trying not to conspicuously breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that he has a chance with you. It was stupid of him. You were a difficult person to read and you made him nervous beyond repair. Most of the time he drove himself crazy by flipping between his actions, one day getting you an extra coffee before class and then sometimes barely saying two words to you. Now that he’s this close to you in your own home, he feels vulnerable. He hopes you can’t see it all over his face.

“Did you want to watch one of the Halloween movies or something?” you inquire, opening your fridge and pouring something purple into a glass, along with cranberry juice and vodka. You make another and push the glass towards him.

“Um, you can pick a movie. What’s this?” He examines the glass and takes a sip.

“What, you don’t want a kiss?”

Peter’s face heats up at your question. He’s dumbstruck and confused, stumbling to get an answer out of his mouth.

You giggle at his reaction. “It’s a cocktail called Vampire’s Kiss.”

“Oh. Right, right. Not a heavy drinker really. Um, not that you are!” Peter attempts to save himself but his foot evidently ends up in his mouth. He finds that he’s very good at that. He’d be grateful to know that you think it’s very cute, actually. “I mean, I’m a newbie at this drinking stuff. Whoa, this is really good!”

You smile at him and you shed your oversized raincoat. You’re left in just a black suit after you take off your red tie. It makes Peter’s heart skip a beat. You’re just so pretty, he thinks. He feels self-conscious every time he looks at you in fear that he’s staring too intensely or for too long. You have the same exact problem but multiplied tenfold after learning about Peter’s superhero identity.

You always thought Peter was cute, pretty even. You failed to realize that he was built rather well, his biceps and strong thighs making his boyish looks even more attractive with his skin-tight suit. The two of you settle onto your couch, unsure of what an appropriate distance between you is.

The two of you compromise on the first Scream movie and thirty minutes in, you’re thigh to thigh sharing a large mug of Vampire’s Kiss back and forth. In the darkness of your living room, your features glow under the bluish light of the TV, long eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks. Peter would be entertained just staring at you for the rest of the night counting your lashes and tracing the contour of your nose. He feels pathetic.

Your demeanor is darker than his. He ignores Ghostface’s attacks on the television and instead thinks about how antsy he feels. He wants to touch you so badly but you’re like the moon — bright and beautiful and unattainable. It doesn’t help that you’e in a suit. God, you looked in good in a suit. He thinks it’d be fun to take it off of you.

“Please don’t kill me, mister Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” you repeat the iconic line as it’s said in the movie. Peter chuckles. “I seriously know this shit by heart. If I really wanted to, I’d recite it completely but I actually want to keep our friendship.”

Friendship. The word echoes in Peter’s head like an intrusive thought.

“I think it’s cute,” he says. Your knees are touching. His eyes are fixed on Neve Campbell as he holds his breath.

“I think you’re cute,” you shrug casually. He looks to you and you smile at him with something curious, testing the waters. He shakes his head but there’s nothing hiding his smile. “Aw, Peter. Such a humble Spiderman.”

You muss up his brown hair in a teasing manner, but really, it’s an excuse to touch him. His locks are just as soft as you expected. His eyes are black in the darkness and they’re huge, watching you carefully. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your mouth — you swear you see it. He seems to be thinking deeply but his eyes are fixed on you and nothing else. Internally, you stop caring. You make the first leap.

Peter’s eyes widen when your lips crash into his and your hands are holding his jaw. His eyes flutter closed as he kisses you back, marveling at how soft your lips are and how you taste like berries. The tension between you is a hot knife cutting through butter, a dancer on a tightrope falling through the air. It takes everything inside Peter not to reach towards your dress shirt to unbutton it. He wants to pull you haphazardly onto his lap and feel your skin but he resists. The kiss is slow and sensual. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration.

You don’t know how many minutes it’s been. It feels like time has stopped but the movie goes on. The sound of screaming from the screen takes you out of the kiss and you pull away. You feel something bubble from your throat. Is it shame? Guilt? Desire?

You choose not to tackle these emotions right now. Your eyes are wide and so are Peter’s, though the panic in your chest has you failing to notice how much wanton desire there is written all over his face. You figure you’ll blame it on the vodka.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I should’ve… asked first. I mean, no, I shouldn’t have. That was stupid. Um, I had a lot to drink and stuff. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Peter’s face falls. You aren’t looking at him — instead, you’re staring at the TV racking your brain if you simply read the room wrong. But he kissed me back.

“It’s okay,” Peter replies quietly and you swallow the lump in your throat. Your touch is still burning into his skin. You look at him with a sad smile.

“I don’t usually do that.”

You don’t. You don’t know what came over you and you didn’t want to allow it to continue because then feelings would probably get involved. And you didn’t have the capacity to indulge it no matter how pretty you thought Peter Parker was.

Awkwardly, the two of you slouch back into the couch and resume watching the film. Peter curses himself for not convincing you how much he wants to kiss you over and over. But maybe it was a boundary issue. He wanted to respect you and believe you when you say it was a mistake, that it was poor judgment on your part to kiss him. He wouldn’t want to coerce you, of course. His heart ached all the same.

Ten minutes of painful silence between you two with Scream for background noise. Peter barely moves, refraining from taking a sip from the mug or eating popcorn from the bowl. He wants to withdraw into himself like a fucking turtle.

For the first time since the kiss, the two of you make eye contact. Your eyes crinkle with laughter when you notice that there’s fake blood smeared on Peter’s face from the kiss. Peter looks puzzled but amused, raising his hand to swipe at his face and laugh along with you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you mumble again, followed by a chuckle. Peter grins.

A minute of silence again. You’re biting your lip, trying to concentrate on the movie, but you can’t.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, Peter?”

“Remember when you kissed me?”

You peer at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Would you mind doing it again?”

You lean into him but he doesn’t even hesitate for your answer, locking your lips immediately. He’s consumed in you, all of you — the way your hair smells like lavender but your neck smells like amber, the way your nose feels nestled into his neck, the softness of your skin. It may be dark but he swears he has tunnel vision when his eyes flutter open just to look at you and tousled hair and pink mouth. Everything else is a blur.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

He wants to drink you in as if he was just kissing the memory of you, but in reality he has you memorized as much as you have memorized him (which was a fucking lot). He can’t wait to see the entirety of you so he can know you like the back of his hand. His senses are overloaded with you, you you, and his desire is going from innocent crush to primal lovesickness. He wishes he could capture you in your current state permanently.

You climb into his lap, straddling him and pawing at his brown locks. You stretch your neck to give him access to pepper you with wet kisses down to your collarbone. Peter pulls off your black blazer and pauses for a second, looking at you with his big, brown eyes. You smile at him as a sign of permission and he unbuttons your white blouse.

“You look really fucking hot all bloody like that,” Peter breathes. “Even though it’s fake. Is that fucked up of me?”

“Who told you it was fake?” you purr into his ear, pulling him close. The feeling of your breath tickling his skin makes him grow hard in his suit. He can’t bear wearing it any longer. You laugh quietly with venom laced in the melody. He licks where your jaw connects to your neck like a kitten.

“Mmm. Cornstarch,” Peter teases.

“You are fucked up, Peter. First date and you’re telling me you have a blood kink?” you taunt, pulling his hair so that his head is tilted up at you. He whines in response.

“I don’t,” he mumbles. “Maybe my kink is just you.”

“That’s just called wanting to fuck someone.”

“Who told you I wanted to fuck?” he raises an eyebrow.

“You kind of just did, literally. Also him,” you sneer, grinding against his length below you which emits a groan from his throat. 

You swear you hear him say “fuck, I need you” under his breath.

He picks you up from your thighs and you wrap your legs around his waist. He fumbles with you in his arms, blindly ending up in your bedroom. You’re together like a big blob full of mouths and limbs and giggles. You’re attached to his mouth even when you collapse onto your bed.

“Strip for me, Spiderman,” you whisper at him. Peter obliges and hovers his hand to the center of his chest, leaving him in his briefs. You stop for a second to admire his body, seeing him in a new light in your dim bedroom and lustful state. He doesn’t look like the nerdy boy who stumbles over his words to you in class anymore. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.

He takes a second to examine your room. His eyes zero in on a Led Zeppelin t-shirt on the floor by your dresser. 

“Huh. Thought you didn’t like Led Zeppelin,” he teases.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes.

“You made fun of me for being basic,” he fake-pouts.

“It’s an ex’s,” you reply to him curtly, cutting him off with a kiss. He moans at the feeling of you palming him through his underwear and it makes you want to take him into your mouth immediately. You can feel his blushing heat with your hand caressing his face, dried blood giving him something of a heart-shaped mark adorning his cheekbones.

He’s attached to your neck and you revel in the fact that he’s a bit of a biter. The white blouse has been torn away now, which leaves you in a black-laced bra matching your trousers. It gives you an effortless, off-duty model look in Peter’s eyes. He’s ready to lick the dark red lipstick off of you and smear it around your face to make you look as fucked-out as you do in his dreams.

You straddle him and stare back at him unabashedly, lowering your head to lick a stripe from his navel to his chest. Peter’s under your spell as he watches you take off his briefs, immediately dipping your head to take him into your mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses. His mouth hangs open. You like the way he looks with red lips. You love this version of him so much, actually, the one that’s so smitten to you that he’s hypnotized, desperate for your touch. He’s pushing your head down on his cock and his moans are fucking ungodly.

Peter thinks he might cry.

You play with him in your mouth with pride and valor, squeezing his thighs with your hands and looking up at him with a honeyed gaze. The idea of coming in your mouth is extremely appealing, but Peter’s dying to feel you and make you feel even better than him right now. He hits the back of your throat and he thinks he might lose it right then and there. Another kiss to the shaft and a slow lick to the tip comes agonizingly slowly, making him whimper.

“Oh, puppy,” your voice is low. It’s so fucking sexy, Peter thinks. Feels like a knife to the throat, like a polished threat dancing around something pure and untouched. “You wanna cum?”

Peter shakes his head furiously. “Yes, but — FUCK! I-I w-want you to cum first. Please?”

“Yeah?” you bat your lashes at him innocently, despite taking him whole so that his legs are vibrating with pleasure. He’s teetering on the edge and you’re taking advantage of it.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” he begs, pulling your hair so that his cock releases from your lips with a pop.

He’s been drunk on you ever since he saw you on the fire escape and now he’s desperate to taste your cunt. You’re hovering over him now, reciprocating his sweet kisses until he flips you over and settles to the edge of the bed. He pulls your legs forcefully towards him, making you gasp. Unbuttoning your trousers, he slips them down your legs so he can reach your pussy and finally feel your soft thighs on both sides of his face.

His hot, jagged breaths fan over your core for a second before he dives into you completely. You taste just as sweet as your mouth. You grasp at his scalp automatically as if you’re off balance.

“Fuck, Peter, that feels… oh my god,” you moan in a hushed tone, pulling his hair more. He’s whining into you even though he’s taking control now. The obedient puppy. 

Your wetness makes it obscenely easy for Peter to slip two fingers into you, then a third as he sucks on your clit. There’s enough tension in your stomach for the imaginary rubber band in your head to pull to the point of breakage. You’re almost there, swallowing your cries into muffled moans and whimpers. He’s obsessed with how you’re falling apart for him. For Peter, who up until about forty five minutes ago, assumed that you were certainly too cool to like him back. The profanities tumbling out of your pretty little mouth say otherwise.

You’re starry-eyed when you come, eyes screwed shut so that the phosphenes inside your lids bounce around like colorful spotlights. You’re nearly screaming Peter’s name during your orgasm and he continues to finger you, reaching his other arm to cover your mouth with his large hand. Unfortunately, this turns you on even more and makes you want to yell from the rooftops.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, no more,” you seethe, attempting to take Peter’s hands in yours so that he’s on top of you. “Need you to fuck me now.”

He blushes as his lips meet yours again. You are wet beyond repair, too distracted with Peter’s mouth to be able to see your surroundings. Reaching for your bedside table, you accidentally knock off a few books before attempting to reach for a condom in your drawer, all while still kissing the boy. You panic for a second as you blindly grasp for something you can’t find.

Trojan boy, you remember. It’s comical, really, that some stranger provided you with aid. Your body folds so that your arms reach for your trousers on the floor. You take the condom out of your pocket and laugh breathily.

Once you’re back on the bed, Peter pins you down and groans into your mouth. He grinds himself on your body, desperate for friction, stuck on you like a moth to a flame. Taking the condom from you, he rolls it onto his length and doesn’t hesitate to rub himself to your folds.

You whine in protest impatiently. He smiles, vexing you with smugness. He bites your neck to mark him yours and palms your breast despite your frustrations, though you can’t help but melt at the wetness of his mouth. He unclasps your bra and takes a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue to it agonizingly. You feel like you’re going to explode like a broken circuit if he touches you anywhere else without being inside you.

“Peter,” you whimper. He loves hearing you say his name.

“Yes?”

You glare at him.

“What is it, Y/N?” You’re about ready to tackle him onto the ground just to pin him down and ride him. You want to wipe the teasing smile off his face.

“If you don’t fuck me within the next thirty seconds, I’m going to cut your dick off and use it as a dildo instead.”

“Morbid!” he pouts.

You pull his head down forcefully and kiss him with hunger, arching your body forward and taking his cock into your hand. You guide him into you and the both of you sigh dreamily once he’s fully in you.

Your teeth sinks into his shoulder once his thrusts get a bit faster. It’s impossible for either of you to stay composed at all. At the moment, Peter can’t think about anything at all that isn’t you. He’d be forgetting his own name if it wasn’t for you to remind him with your moans. At one point, his heart skips a beat and nearly falls out of his chest when he hears you. He’s terribly in love with every sound that comes out of your mouth and infatuated with every inch of your skin. He’d let you swallow him whole.

“You feel so good, Peter,” you whisper into his ear. “Harder. Harder.”

“You want me to be rough?” he breathes, brown curls sticking to his forehead.

You nod, babbling please like a stuttering babydoll.

He groans as he thrusts harder into you, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders as his fingers nearly bruise your thighs from gripping so hard. His other hand is around your neck squeezing ever so slightly — the boy’s afraid of actually hurting you. He wants to handle you like delicate glass.

“Fuck, Y/N, I-I think I’m close.”

“Me too,” you hum, eyes half-lidded peering at the beautiful boy. He’s so pretty like this, reddish cheeks matching his raw mouth. You shake under him as your orgasm hits you like lightning. If this was a movie, maybe your body would be glowing.

Peter comes right after you with a groan, thrusts getting slower and sloppier as his wheezed breath crescendos into whimpers. You want to bottle the sound of his orgasm. If you weren’t so blissed out from your own orgasm, you might’ve found shame in that thought.

He’s laughing breathily, voice shaking into your collarbone, and so are you. A lovers’ dopamine high permeates the two of you. He pulls out of you to dispose of the condom quickly and seconds later sprawls his nude body onto your bed, breathing heavily. You look at him with the brightest smile and he returns it.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me?” he asks, gazing at your ceiling.

“Is this Peter asking me or Spiderman?” you lift yourself with an elbow, getting closer to him.

“Whichever… one you’d say yes to…?” Peter’s brow furrows as he frowns.

“That really depends.”

“Well, you kind of just got fucked by both of us, then.”

“Fine,” you sigh, pecking him on the cheek. “And you can make me the drinks next time."

[akysio]

Room for Coincidence - Chapter 7

(enviep1 on instagram)

Summary: It’s halloween night and you get a little… desperate.

Characters: Levi, Reader, Erwin, Jean, Eren, Hange, Mikasa, Moblit, Armin

Rating: Mature, minors DNI.

Warnings: smut, language

FRIDAY 31ST OCTOBER.

The next day you’re called into Levi’s office again.

He immediately stands up as you shuffle in, dreading whatever is coming your way.

“Cherry-“ his eyes soften.

“Don’t call me that anymore,” you mumble.

“Okay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made our relationship complicated. We agreed on staying strictly professional and I pushed your boundaries,” he says. He looks genuine.

You ponder your response for a few, long seconds. “No, I’m sorry for making you choose. It was irrational and uncalled for-“ You let out but he interrupts.

“Don’t worry. Now we acknowledge that it happened, and that it cannot happen again. You’re a good associate, I wouldn’t want to ruin your career,” he explains.

“You won’t, but I agree. It won’t happen again, I assure you,” you smile. “You should come to the party tonight, it’ll help you loosen up. Y’know, put on some fancy dress and get to know the amazing team that helps me with your cases,” you wink.

“Loosen up? I’m already pretty… loose…” he mumbles, cursing himself for saying something so pathetic.

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Fuck your pride and have a few drinks with your colleagues, it’ll be fun.”

“Language,” he says sternly. “Maybe. Now, out,” he shoos you away. As soon as you leave, he’s asking Erwin for costume advice.

Levi never thought he’d show up to a halloween party dressed as a psychopath, but here he is. He found a suit of his, threw on a red tie and bought a clear raincoat from the store.

“You look good, Ackerman.” Erwin chuckles as Levi climbs into the backseat with him.

“Can’t say the same for you,” Levi teases. Erwin was dressed as an agent from Men in Black, and Levi was Patrick Bateman. “I feel like a fucking douche in this costume.”

“Well it’s that or be kicked out for not wearing a costume. Besides, you look pretty normal,” Erwin tried to reassure him, but it didn't settle the anxiety in Levi’s stomach.

“I wonder what Cherry is tonight,” Levi ponders out loud, Erwin hums in response.

“Whatever she is, it’ll drive us crazy…” Erwin mumbles, “what if she’s a schoolgirl?”

“Fuck, she better not be. I don’t know what I’d do but it wouldn’t end well,” Levi groans.

“Oh?” Erwin raises a brow as his driver approaches the club.

“Don’t act like you’re not immensely attracted to her, Eyebrows.”

Erwin chuckles at the nickname, “I suppose we’ll see soon.”

You did in fact consider dressing up as a schoolgirl tonight, but decided against it considering it’d probably drive Levi crazy. Especially after you’d both just established your now-platonic relationship.

You’d definitely pull the Cherry red lipstick out again though.

You giggle as Jean, dressed as Tyler Durden, wraps his arm around you as you both take a shot. You figured you’d both need one before spending the night with your employers. He was shirtless, a giant fur coat over his shoulders with red tinted glasses.

You were clad in white, booty shorts and a cropped basketball jersey, and bunny ears with a bunny tail to finish your costume as Lola Bunny.

You were pre drinking with Jean when everyone arrived. Eren Jaeger, who you still haven't formally met yet, sauntered into the bar dressed in full black with intense skeleton makeup. On his side was Mikasa, who you know but aren’t close with, is dressed as a vampire. They’d make a hot couple, you think.

Armin walks in with Marco, Armin as a clown and Marco as a cowboy. You smile as they join you and Jean, complimenting your outfits and ordering drinks.

Next is Hange and Moblit, who you see a lot of but have nothing to do with them, as Pennywise (Hange) and Georgie. You chuckle as people avoid Hange, they really did look scary.

Next in are a few attorneys, you know one of them is called ‘Hanes’ thanks to Armin. They’re dressed as pirates, truly taking on the role as they act rowdy and ungentlemanly around the bar.

There are a few more groups and dates that enter the club, and then you finally see Levi and Erwin enter together.

Levi seems to be Patrick Bateman, you notice they have the same arrogance and stoic expression. He looks good, he always does.

Erwin is dressed in a black suit, sunglasses and a toy gun in his hands as he dramatically enters the room. Levi scoffs, steering away from the foolish man before Erwin catches him and pulls him to the bar.

Levi is startled when Erwin suddenly whistles, “and suddenly my name is Bugs Bunny.”

“Huh?” Levi asks, following the direction of Erwin’s eyes as he sees you, jumping excitedly as you talk to Jean. “Is that the paralegal?”

“Yeah,” Erwin sighs. “He’s Armin’s buddy, doesn’t get along with Jaeger.”

“He seems to be getting along with our Cherry just fine,” Levi grits his teeth.

Erwin suddenly turns to him, smirking, and asks, “who doesn’t?”

“You’re fucking right.”

“I always am,” Erwin chuckles, bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips. “Let’s invite them all to a table.”

Levi’s face is sour as he follows Erwin like a lost puppy, letting him do all the talking. It’s not long before you’re all at a table; Jean, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Hange, Moblit, Erwin and Levi.

You’re drunk, giggling at one of Hange’s bizzare stories as everyone chuckles. The table was quite tense, but thanks to Hange, they had everyone laughing and loosening up in no time. Except Mikasa and Levi.

Mikasa was staring daggers at you all night, scoffing whenever Eren’s eyes landed on your body for a second too long. Of course you didn’t notice, you were drunk and pumping with energy you desperately needed to burn off.

Levi was torn between staring at Eren or Jean, who also seemed to be leaning a little too close to your ear whenever you couldn’t hear him. It made Levi’s blood boil.

Erwin was good at hiding his jealousy, although he was well aware of what was happening.

“I need to fix my hair,” you tell Jean, climbing over his legs to get to the bathroom. Eren’s eyes widened as he got an eyeful of your ass, Levi’s grip on his bottle tightened.

A few minutes later, Erwin excused himself from the table and headed for the restrooms.

He sees you reapplying your lipstick and immediately wants to ruin it.

“You know, sweetheart. I thought you belonged to me and Levi, but the way you’re hanging on that boys shoulder tells me otherwise,” Erwin teases, you turn around startled.

“I don’t belong to anyone? Especially not Levi.” You scoff, knowing Erwin hates your attitude like this.

“Are you sure about that? Do I need to refresh your memory and find that video-“

You cut him off, pouting. “I said I’m not Levi’s…”

“You said you don’t belong to anyone, and you know you’re lying. Are you purposely trying to rile me up?” He approaches you, trapping you against the sink.

“Is that even a question?” You bite your bottom lip, smirking as you lean your lips closely to his. He captures your lips in a desperate kiss, backing you up into one of the bathroom stalls and ripping your ridiculously tight shorts to your ankles.

“Little minx,” he has your back against his chest, leg hooked up over his forearm and his other hand rubs your pussy. You moan, grinding into his hand. “So desperate you want me in a public restroom, huh? That’s okay baby, I’ve got you now.” His lips nip at your ear, “who do you belong to?”

He pushes a finger inside of you, gathering up your wetness and rubbing it through your now slick folds.

“I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard on my fingers, okay baby? All you gotta do is keep making those pretty little sounds,” he rumbles into your ear.

And it’s exactly what he does. It doesn’t take long for you to be shaking in his grasp, his slender fingers speedily fucking your puckering hole. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum Erwin,” you breathe out.

“Good girl, cum for me. Cum on my fingers baby,” he eggs you on. He delivers a slap to your pussy, and it pushes you over the edge. You're fisting his suit, your face pressed into his chest and your moans muffled in his shirt.

He calms you down, caressing your thigh as he kisses your forehead and helps you pull your shorts back up.

“Hope I didn’t exhaust you too much, I’m looking forward to seeing you dance,” he winks.

“I don’t know…” you huff, still catching your breath. You’re sure after a few drinks you’ll be back to normal, but right now you’re experiencing post-orgasm tiredness.

“That’s okay baby,” he wraps his arms around you. “You can sit with me until you feel up for it.” You nod in his blazer jacket, nuzzling your head into his warm body. He gives you one last kiss on the lips, before he leaves the restroom and returns to the table.

You wait a few minutes before joining the rest of the group. You deliberately ignore Levi’s stare, ashamed that he knows. You weren’t ashamed of Erwin, you were ashamed that you’d gotten so desperate you needed him to fuck it out of you in a public place.

He knows, of course he does. Because he wishes it was him you needed.

You see Erwin lick his fingers as you make eye contact, blushing, you turn to Jean.

“Wanna dance?”

You’re rolling and grinding on different people, mostly women, on the dance floor. Erwin and Levi both watch from a distance, scowl forming on Levi’s face as Eren’s hands land on your hips.

“Been wanting to have a moment with you all night,” his voice is raspy in your ear and you blush easily. “When are you gonna tell your two guard dogs to get lost?”

“They’re not my guard dogs,” you drop to the floor, your ass grinding against Eren as you pop back up.

“Then what are they?“

You decide to ignore his question and ask one of your own, “did you need me for something?”

He looks down at you, his hands roaming from your waist to your hips. “I thought you looked cute, and then I saw you dancing and you looked sexy as fuck. And now, I’m shooting my shot.”

You pause for a moment before asking, “do you wanna join me for a drink?”

He smirks, “lead the way, bunny.”

You have to admit, Eren is fun to talk to. He’s flirtatious, confident, scintillating. He talks about his friends and you know he admires them deeply, you hope your friends talk about you like that.

“I know this is quite soon, but I’d really like to take you out,” he smiles, his hand rubbing the small of your back.

“Oh yeah? And where would you take me?” You tease, leaning closer to him and he smiles nonchalantly. Erwin and Levi have more of a reaction when you tease them.

“Well, first I’d pick you up and take you to a jazz bar on 44th. I’d take your coat and pull out your chair for you, we’d have amazing food and we’d drink; then we’d watch the jazz band for a bit. Then I’d introduce you to the pianist who was one of my friends back at Harvard,” he jokes. “You’d be impressed and let me take you home. Then, the rest is up to you,” he explains. He was bold, to the point. If his intentions were not to impress you into fucking him, you’d probably like him back. But you didn’t like his intentions, and Levi knew from the start what Eren wanted.

“Oi, Titan boy,” Levi barges in between the two of you, Erwin joining your free side. “Stop chatting up my associate and buy me a drink already.”

Eren scoffs, biting his tongue. You can’t believe how Eren doesn’t reciprocate, surely he’s scared of Levi.

“Just because I was your associate once doesn’t mean you can still talk to me like that. I’m almost your level, Sergeant.” Eren sighs, signalling for the bartender to come over.

Armin said you were his first associate in a while, and ‘Sergeant’?

Eren sees your confused expression, “Yeah, this big guy was a military man before he rolled in here.”

Levi scoffs, bringing the glass to his lips. “Over a decade ago,” he clears up.

“But you still act like you can scream your way into getting respect. Once a troublemaker, always a troublemaker,” Levi abruptly stands up and Eren harshly flinches.

“Watch what you say to me, Jaeger. I’ll beat the shit out of you again,” Levi mumbles, barely phased.

“I’ll get my father-“

“That’s enough, both of you.” Erwin interrupts, advising the younger man to go and cool off before he starts something he can’t finish.

“Let me know on Monday,” Eren winks, throwing Levi a dirty look and then he goes to find Mikasa and Armin.

Erwin looks stunned, an amused look on his face. Levi looks like you’d just slapped him clean across the cheek.

“I thought I was your only associate in years?” You ask, curious.

“He doesn’t count. I didn’t want to mentor him but his father pulled him out of school early and dumped him in my office. He’s a good lawyer, a shitbag person, but I brought the best out in him.” Levi explains to you, and you chuckle.

“What did he ask you, sweetheart?” Erwin voices, you can hear the frustration in his tone however he acts amused, mockingly towards Eren.

“He wants to take me to some jazz bar and get a cheap fuck out of it,” you say into your glass, Levi chokes on his drink.

“Oh really now?” Levi growls, turning around to find Eren, but he’s dancing with a little blonde girl on the dance floor.

“Yeah, he thinks I’m naive enough to go along with it. He won’t be looking so smug when I set him straight on Monday.”

“Attagirl,” Erwin chuckles, hand squeezing your thigh.

Levi is annoyed, sipping his beer as you and Erwin cosy up on the bench next to him. Erwin asks to relocate to one of the free tables in the corner of the room, Levi nods, thinking nothing of it.

But no, you’re pressed against Erwin’s side, giggling like a little girl as he teases you. His lips ghost over yours, hand lightly stroking your collarbones, little pinches on your bottom. Levi wants to sit on your other side and pull you on top of him, but he’s restraining himself.

“Levi you look like you’re going to burst into flames,” Erwin turns away from you, sensing the fiery glare Levi is burning into the two of you.

“Don’t tempt him Erwin, I have to work with him on Monday,” you slur, placing your hand on his chest and kissing his neck.

“Shut up Cherry,” he growls. “Like that’ll stop me.”

“Oh yeah?” You grin, “make me.”

[peepingcreek]

BBC Sherlock x American Psycho(2000) Parallels

Recently I have been very paranoid as I see BBC Sherlock references in everything I see.

Repeated Dialogue: Bob Frankland vs Paul Allen

Diabolical headphone listening: Patrick Bateman vs Moriarty

Les Miserable References

*there are so many references to Les Miserable in AP, don't feel like listing them all. In Sherlock the two mentions are 1.) SH: "Mycroft promised [Their parents] a matinee of Les Mis, tried to talk me into doing it. and .2) MH:(over phone)You can take over at the intermission [Background: "Do you hear the people sing?"SH: I'm sorry brother dear but you made a promise MH: But you don't understand the pain of it the horror-

Dark Closet of Costume: Irene vs Patrick

These scenes lend credence to EMP theory as it is plausible that John and Sherlock watched American Psycho together at some point and Sherlock has incorporated it into his mind palace/laboratory/theatre. Does this seem like solid evidence to anyone else? or just coincidence?

I would also like to mention that a key theme of American Psycho is one of "playing a part "to fit in with society. Patrick Batman says that he is not a man, but a concept, that when you lift his mask, there is "simply nothing there". He works at a successful hedge fund to seem "normal," even though he a homicidal serial killer. The film (spoilers) ends as Patrick Bateman's false alibi as "Paul Allen", the name of a despised colleague, is believed by those in his inner circle, and even his constructed identity, all he had left, seems completely lost to obscurity.

Bonus: Fucked up crossword puzzle: Patrick at work and Mark Gatiss as the Vampires Lawyer from BBC Dracula

Have any of you guys seen this film or noticed other pop cultures films emulated in Sherlock? What do you think the specific translations mean for the characters? tagging some meta writers who are much smarter and astute than I

@kinklock @inevitably-johnlocked @garkgatiss @raggedyblue @just-sort-of-happened @ebaeschnbliah @sagestreet @watson-holmes@helloliriels@jim---moriarty@summerfly-lesbian @londonlock@watson-holmes221b

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

what the boys go as for Halloween

Leo

Totally goes for something classic like Patrick Bateman

has a little axe he carries around and some fake blood sprayed on his face

scares you constantly by running up behind you quoting him

“Try Getting A Reservation At Dorsia Now You Fucking Stupid Bastard!”

“Leo don’t do that to me!”

Doesn’t much care for the candy, he just wants a fun night out on the one night him and his brothers can be seen in public

Raph

A little typical but Raph totally goes as batman

makes his own costume and everything so it’ll fit his shell

kind of loves and hates all the attention he gets from other trick or treaters and drunk party goers

“Hey turtle batman, freaky man. I love it”

“Yeah....Thanks”

does the batman voice the entire night

also scares you by yelling “Where is she?!” at random points at you

kind of a candy fan but more interested in being mingled into human life

Mikey

so Mikey goes as Dr Frank N. Furter

he’s just here for a good time ok

and I also feel like he loves kind of campy costumes

too secure in his masculinity to give a shit what Raph thinks of his costume

sings the entire night, a constant stream of “damn it, Janet, I love you” and “touch me touch me touch me, I wanna be diiirrrttyyy” 

it’s all to make you laugh though

all about that sweet sweet candy, he can’t get enough

but loves the positive attention he gets from humans more

little baby just wants to be accepted

Donnie

if you think this boy isn’t going as predator from alien vs predator then you’re wrong and can fight me

it’s also an advantage as the costume hides most of him so people won;t see he’s a turtle

he’s so excited about how functional the costume is

it even has a functional laser pointer thingy from the shoulder just like predator

is secretly all about getting that candy, but saves it for later so he doesn’t have to take off his mask in front of people

uses the costume to scare Mikey by chasing him around in it which gets him a lot of “Hey, not cool man” ‘s

[red-sector-rivendell]

media reccs? 👀 since apparently you are a man of good taste?

Wow thank you 😏 I have a masterlist of movies that have changed me I often recommend to people, I'll just copy and paste here with quick synopses lol, it's kinda long. I'm not super great at writing synopses tho so bear with me

Dead Poets Society (1989)

One of my favorite movies of all time and a total classic. It's about a group of boys at a strict boarding school who are inspired by their new English teacher (played by Robin Williams) to think for themselves and chase their dreams. This movie literally changed my life lol

Quadrophenia (1979)

This movie is based off of the story behind the concept album by The Who of the same name. It follow the life of a young man named Jimmy who is in a gang called the Mods. Theres this huge gang war between them and the Rockers (I think that's their name, it's been a while since i watched it) and Jimmy questions his beliefs about coming-of-age and his values in life throughout the film

Cabaret (1972)

Based off of the Broadway musical of the same name, this movie is about a British man who moves to Germany during the beginning of the rise of Nazis. He meets a woman who basically turns his world upside down, and it follows their love affair and sexuality and anti-semitism, and it's hilarious and heart wrenching and a beautiful movie

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

This is a super trippy romance film. Basically in the universe of this movie, theres a technology that is developed that can delete memories of an entire person from your mind while you are in a dream-like state, and the main character of this movie (played by Jim Carrey) decides to undergo the procedure after a bad breakup. Its soooo good I highly recommend this movie

It's Such a Beautiful Day (2012)

This is an animated film about a man named Bill who is going through brain cancer. Its told from the perspective of an unnamed narrator essentially communicating everything Bill sees, hears, and experiences. This is the movie that got me into film and it is still a complete masterpiece and one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen

The Dirties (2013)

Loved this one a lot back in high school, it's been a while since I watched it. This is a film made in Canada about a high schooler named Matt Johnson and his friend Owen who decide to make a short film for their class about them killing the gang at their school that bullies them, and things take a dark turn. It's a hilarious movie and hits pretty close to home for me in a lot of ways haha

Logan's Run (1976)

Great movie, pretty cheesy though so be warned. This is based off a book with the same name, and it takes place in the future where most of humanity is wiped out except for a small society that lives under a domed structure. No one is allowed to leave the dome, and to control overpopulation, no one is allowed to live past the age of 30. It's really bizarre but I love this movie

Donnie Darko (2001)

Pretty sure this was Jake Gyllenhaal's first big hit when he was super young (I think he was like 19 in this movie but I'm not sure) basically about this kid, Donnie Darko, who is somewhat schizophrenic and has a habit of sleepwalking. After one particular incident he has a near-death experience and starts seeing a man in a bunny costume everywhere who makes him do weird stuff. Another pretty trippy movie with a crazy ending

American Psycho (2000)

Honestly I'm sure a few on this list you've probably seen (most likely this one included) but I didnt wanna leave any out because they're all so good. If you haven't seen this, it's about a Wall Street executive named Patrick Bateman who is a materialistic phony by day and a serial killer by night. I tried to read the book but the inner dialogue was really hard to get through lmao. Awesome movie though huge recommend.

Clockwork Orange (1971)

Yet another trippy one. And fuck it's been a long time since I've seen it so I might get some stuff wrong here. But it's basically about this serial rapist guy who hangs out with this group of goons and they all like to go beat up homeless people and shit, but the main character gets captured and has to go through reformation therapy to make him a better person. It's an extremely bizarre movie but soooo good and kind of hilarious lol

Creep (2014)

Of course this is on my list haha. If you haven't seen it yet, it's a horror movie about this freelance film guy who answers an ad on craigslist to help a man with cancer film a movie for his unborn son. And shit gets weird real fast. One of my favorite horror movies ever, I wouldnt say it's super scary but it's fun as fuck

Hereditary (2018)

If I'm being honest, I don't like a lot of big movies made in super recent years and especially not horror movies (mostly because they're all cheap cash grabs with no substance) but this one is an exception for me. Hereditary is fucking masterful in my opinion, legitimately creepy as hell and well-produced and well written. To put the plot as vaguely as possible without spoiling anything, it's about a family (mostly the mother) who go through some crazy fucked up shit. That's literally all I can say without giving anything away. Super good flick, big recommend

Gattaca (1997)

This list isn't in any particular order, and I love all these movies to death, but if I had to rank them this would probably be on the lower end. It's not a bad movie, it's still great but it's just not as life-changing as the other ones lmao. This takes place in the future where genetic modifications have progressed to a point where you can modify your unborn child's DNA to have the perfect baby. This has led to, essentially racial bias against those who never had that procedure when they were born. The main character was not one of these "special" children, but he wants an extremely prestigious job which requires that of the employee. Through the film, he is trying to fake his identity and fool the company into thinking he is one of these perfect people. Still a great film

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)

Johnny Depp, man, he is something else. I LOVE this movie. Based off a true story and a book written by the man who lived it, Hunter S. Thompson, this follows the adventure of the writer and his attorney as they go on a drugged-out, psychedelic romp through Las Vegas with the original intention being to cover a story on a motorcycle race, but things go off the rails as they both terrorize the entire city in a way. Just a fun ride the whole way, a great movie

The Truman Show (1998)

God I'm realizing this list is long as fuck. Don't watch all of these movies, it might take you a lifetime lmao. Anyway, this is a classic Jim Carrey movie and another one you've probably seen. But again, if you haven't, this movie is about a man whose entire life has been fabricated and shot for television without him knowing. Super great, super moving, fantastic film 10 outta 10 I gotta wrap this shit up

A Scanner Darkly (2006)

A lesser known Keanu Reeves movie, but fuck I wish more people have seen this. This is one of my favorite movies of all time, and it's based off a book which is just as amazing. This movie takes place in the near future, where facial recognition technology has progressed wayyy too far, and drugs have gotten to the point of no return. The plot follows a detective who is undercover in a junkie house trying to figure out who is the top of the drug dealing totem pole, but ends up wrapped in the junkie lifestyle a little too deeply. Seriously, I recommend this movie to everyone who asks, it's so damn good

Fight Club (1999)

Another popular one. If you havent seen it, it's based off a book by Chuck Palahniuk following the story of a man (the main character actually doesnt have a name lol) who meets a guy named Tyler Durden who changes his entire perspective on how the world works. They start an underground boxing club together to help themselves and other men blow off steam and get away from the capitalist consumer-centric lifestyle they are forced into. Big twist at the end, great movie five stars on yelp

Harold and Maude (1971)

This is a weird one. Gotta say. It's about a guy in his 20s who meets an old woman at a funeral and falls in love with her. Sounds pretty ok at face value but theres a lot of really strange subplots and a huuuuge twist at the end (one of the subplots being the guy compulsively fakes his suicide to get his mother's attention) big recommend

Polyester (1981)

This one I cant even explain u just have to watch it its fucking bizarre

Fargo (1996)

Ok lightning round on the synopses, this movie is about a man who wants to commit fraud by hiring guys to kidnap his wife so her father can pay them ransom and instead the husband gets the money but everything goes wrong it's really good

Bad Times at the El Royale (2018)

Another modern movie I actually like, last time I watched this I was on shrooms and it was crazy but it's about this hotel right on the border of california and (Nevada I think?) And all these weird people are staying at it and there are twists at every turn and chris hemsworth is a cult leader in it its great

Memento (2000)

GREAT MOVIE GOD PLEASE WATCH THIS ONE it's about a man who develops short term memory loss after witnessing the rape and murder of his wife AND WHEN I SAY THERE ARE TWISTS LIKE EVERY TEN MINUTES I MEAN IT. The film is chronologically backwards, in that the first scene takes place at the end of the story and works back from there in increments of like 5 minutes. Basically each scene is a segment of time that this guy remembers before his memory loss kicks in and he forgets and FUCK it's so good please god watch it

Almost Famous (2000)

This is another one that would probably be low on my ranking but still a great and fun movie, it's about this kid that wants to write articles about rock stars for the rolling stone (based off a true story btw) and he ends up running away to go ride on a tour bus with some band and gets into all types of shenanigans and its great and sad

Parasite (2019)

Another modern movie I love, fuck this is getting too long lmao. Poor family wants to make money and they hatch a scheme to pretend to be bougie and work for this rich family but shit gets weird and everything goes wrong and it's so good (also literally the only film ever that made me speechless afterwards)

Pulp Fiction (1994)

Pretty much lives up to the hype, I totally forgot the plot but it's pretty damn good I remember that lmao

The Warriors (1979)

Fun movie, theres a bunch of teen gangs in New York and the leader of all of em is like "hey we should rally all the gangs together and fuck up the cops so we can rule this city" but then he gets shot by someone in the crowd and the gang The Warriors gets blamed so the whole movie is them running from all the other gangs so they can get back to home base and it's just an all around fun time movie

12 Monkeys (1995)

THIS MOVJE IS CRAZY it takes place in the future where a virus has almost completely wiped humans off the face of the earth so these scientists send this guy back in time to figure out where it came from so they can stop it from ever happening but obviously everything goes wrong and yadda yadda yadda it's amazing

Waking Life (2001)

Gonna preface this by saying this film is definitely not for entertainment, it's kind of an arthouse-type flick. It's the type of movie you have to think really really hard about to watch. The basic plot is the main character is stuck inside his own lucid dream, and is walking around listening to all these characters in his dream talk to him about, idk like the meaning of life and consciousness and shit. It's really good if you're in the mood for that type of thing.

Okay I'm finally done, you probably didnt expect this but I've been meaning to put my movie recommendations on this blog anyway haha. I deleted some just cause it was getting wayyyy too long. If u want a shorter list I can just give u like a top 5 in DMs but there u go have at it, every movie on that list is a banger I swear

[lauralot89]

okay so I guess it’s time to actually talk about joker

is it a good batman movie?  no.  is it a good joker movie?  i would argue no because to me the joker’s defining characteristic is being funny, however darkly, and this joker was funny all of once in the film, but i could also see the argument made that this is a joker starting out and not yet settled in his oeuvre, so eh

is it a good movie when divorced from the batman franchise?  i would say still no, but it’s frustrating to me because i can see all the ways it would have been a very good movie with some adjusting and so i want to say it’s decent but also eh

see, the problem with discussing joker as a film is that this is a movie where the us army issued a warning that incels might try to shoot up theaters showing joker because for some fool reason they’ve decided he’s their idol and for some even more moronic reason that means they need to shoot people or something, i don’t even know.  the problem is that i can’t comment on the movie’s actual message without knowing how it’s going to be interpreted by dumbasses.  like how fight club is a movie about toxic masculinity and repressed homosexuality, but dumbasses think it’s about how we have to STAND UP AGAINST THE CONFINES OF SOCIETY.  or how american psycho is about the evils of reaganomics but dumbasses think it’s about how COOL patrick bateman is.

joker is a movie about the snapping point that happens when a man whose life already sucked endlessly is then suddenly deprived of social services and medication.  it’s literally a movie about how much us healthcare sucks and how much damage taking away necessary services from people who can’t afford them can do.  and that’s a plot that’s super worthy of discussion but we can’t really have that discussion because of the chucklefucks running around thinking the point is that their toxicity and stagnancy isn’t the problem, instead SOCIETY IS TO BLAME AND KILLING PEOPLE IS TOTALLY THE BEST AND ALL WOMEN ARE WHORES or whatever the fuck

(seriously, why are incels latching onto this movie, there’s absolutely nothing in the plot that agrees with their stupidity, and also the joker has rather famously had a girlfriend for over twenty years now)

i mean the movie even seemed to realize this would happen and gave deniro’s character a speech amounting to “you don’t get to blame other people for the crimes you choose to commit” but i guarantee you some wannabe mass shooter is out there right now thinking that the joker had the right idea

but anyway if you manage to look at the movie as divorced from all this baggage, i still think it has some pretty big flaws.  all of the plots involving the waynes don’t add much of anything at all beyond getting the audience to go, “oh yeah, this is a batman movie.”  the film can’t decide on a stopping point and tacks on two codas that are both useless and weaken what would have been the perfect ending that came before.  we’re made to sit through a scene that we see in every single batman film ever because it’s obligatory at this point even though it’s NOT EVEN A FILM ABOUT THE CHARACTER THE SCENE IMPACTS.  and while this isn’t really a criticism of the movie as much as it’s my own personal hangup, this movie is bleak as hell and that’s gonna turn some people off (to quote the joker himself, “all i have are negative thoughts” already and this movie didn’t exactly turn that around for me).

with that said, the costuming is nice, joaquin phoenix’s performance is fantastically unsettling, both his dancing scenes and especially the one in front of the mirror are iconic, the music is great, deniro’s having fun, there’s a lot to like.  i just don’t think it comes together as a cohesive whole and i think it gives just enough fuel to the dicks who will willfully misinterpret its message