#Fright Night Fanfic

[denaliwrites]

Fixed Up to the Nines

Peter Vincent x GN!Reader

Catch & Release Prompt: "Tie"

Summary: Peter needs a little help with something.

Soundtrack: Suit & Tie by Justin Timberlake

Requests: Open!

Warnings: You're gonna be disappointed.

You weren't really sure how Peter figured out you knew how to tie a tie, but you supposed you couldn't blame him for coming to you for the task.

It wasn't like he wore fancy tuxes often (or at all), and his Fright Night costume didn't really leave much room for ties. In fact, his whole general aesthetic didn't leave room for them.

It was just his luck, then, that he'd gotten invited to a fancy charity gala, to be held in the same hotel he did his show in. And it was just his luck they'd require formal attire -- even going so far as to specify that he could not show up in costume... or in leather.

So there you stood, already dressed and ready to go, with Peter grumbling and glaring a hole into the back of your head through the mirror behind you.

"Stop fidgeting," you admonished him gently, fingers losing their hold as he jerked away from them. "I can't do your tie if you keep moving away, asshole."

"Oi, don't call me an arsehole, bitch."

"Then stop fucking moving."

He was a wiry man, not really designed for stillness. He managed it when you asked -- or, really, demanded -- but even as you quickly and masterfully worked to do his tie, you could feel his tense energy building up.

"I am almost done," you growled in warning, shooting him a look.

"I'm not even doing anything!"

"I can feel you practically vibrating."

He made a noncommital noise in the back of his throat, but you could still feel his antsiness underneath your fingers.

After what felt like a decade but was realistically only a minute at most, you finally finished up his tie. Almost instantly, Peter was a blur of motion, only just waiting for you to be done before he tore away, practically bouncing with all the pent-up energy of the last minute.

"God, that was torture!" he all but shouted as he hurried to the bar.

You sighed and followed him. "Don't drink too much -- there'll be champagne and cocktails at the event."

"Oh, I know."

You groaned, face dropping into your hands. "Peter, please. This is for charity."

You barely heard his approach, but definitely felt his hand on your hip, giving it a light squeeze. "Fuck charity," he purred, taking a swig of his Midori with a wink. "But for you? Fine. I can lay off for a bit."

You were confused because getting him to do basically anything for you was a struggle. But you were also relieved and weren't about to look this gift horse in the mouth.

"Are you ready, then?" you asked.

He threw the rest of the Midori back and nodded. "As I'll ever be, darling."

[viking-raider]

Fright Night *Halloween Fic*

Summary: It's Halloween! You and Henry take to the great city of London, as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, to enjoy some of its Tricks and Treats. Before letting the night enchant you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count:

Warning: M - Cotton Candy Fluff, Dressing Up, Alcohol Use, Jump Scares, Stupid/Chessy Jokes, (I'm so sorry!) Flirting, Haunted House, Teasing, Protective!Henry, SMUT - Unprotected sex, (wrap it, before you tap it!) Oral: F-Receiving, Biting, Light Role Play, Body Fluids, Hand Job

Inspiration: It's Halloween! Let the mood inspire you!

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“It's Fright Night, babe!” Henry cheered, suddenly coming up behind you and grabbing your sides, scaring the living daylights out of you.

“Jesus Alive!” You yelped, body jerking, before you spun around and started a barrage of slaps to Henry's chest. “Would you quit doing that!” You snapped, even though a smirk was spreading across your face.

“Doing what, my dear?” Henry grinned, scrunching up his muscular upper body against your assault, while chuckling at you, mischievously.

“You've been jump scaring me every day, since the bloody first of October!” You replied, shaking your head at him and turning back around to the mirror. “You messed up my makeup too!”

“Babe, it's Halloween, your makeup isn't supposed to be perfect!” He said, watching you through the mirror.

“Speak for yourself, Wolf-Boy.” You giggled at him, checking him out.

Henry was dressed up as a sort of biker, Big Bad Wolf. He was rather dedicated to this costume as well! Having grown his beard out for it and everything. He had a pair of realistic wolf ears molded over his own, a painted-on wolf nose and a pair of red and black, Halloween contacts. He had on his leather biker jacket.

You would easily admit though, Henry looked pretty badass and spooky.

“I'd rather bite you, Little Red.” Henry purred, snaking his arms around your waist and playfully nibbling on your exposed neck.

“Now now, naughty Wolf.” You cooed, turning your head and kissing his temple, leaving a pair of red lips behind.

“I don't know if I'll be able to make it through a night out with you looking like this.” He said, stepping back to look you over in your dark Red Riding Hood costume.

He loved the black, silk and floral stockings that went all the way up above your mid-thigh, felt a tingle in the base of his spine that wanted to make love to you, with only you in those stockings. You smirked at him, fixing and finishing your makeup, then picked up your cape.

“Would you like some help with that?” Henry asked, holding his hand out.

“I don't know.” You frowned at him. “My grandma-ma told me not to trust big, bad wolves.” You said, batting your eyes at him.

“Hm.” He hummed back, stepping closer to you and lowering his spooky eyes, causing a little chill to race down your back. “What a smart woman, your grandma-ma is. But worry not, Little Red, I'll keep my biting to a minimum.”

“Well,” You smirked, resting your hand on the black, v-neck he was wearing under his jacket. “At least until we get home.” You purred, with a wink.

Henry threw his head back and let out a loud howl, which caused Kal to start barking elsewhere in the house and you to giggle. Taking your cape, Henry helped carefully tie it over your shoulders, then planted a delicate kiss on your lips.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, pulling back.

“I am, are you?” You nodded, giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

“Yes, ma'am.” Henry nodded, zipping his leather jacket halfway.

“Wait, Mr. Big Bad!” You called out, as Henry stepped out of the bathroom. “You still got kisses on your face.” You giggled at him, grabbing a makeup wipe to remove it.

“No, leave it.” He protested it, turning his head away from the wipe. “This Big Bad Wolf wants the world to know he's been awoo'd by his Little Red Riding Hood.” He chuckled, grinning at you impishly.

“What a silly Wolf you are!” You chuckled back, shaking your head and tossing the wipe away. “Aren't you supposed to have fangs?” You asked, following him out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I was just waiting to put them in.” Henry replied, picking up a small, U-shaped case off his nightstand. “The creative department for the Witcher helped me out with these.” He smirked at you, opening the case to show you the custom werewolf fangs inside.

“Oh, those look so wicked, Puppy.” You nodded, seriously impressed with the top set of fangs.

“Mmhm.” He hummed, happy with them as well. “So, where do you want to go first?” He asked, taking one of the fangs out and started putting it in.

“I don't know.” You replied, biting your lip and glancing down at your shiny flats. “You know more about the London Halloweens than I do.” You pointed it out to him.

This was your and Henry's second Halloween as a couple. Your first Halloween had been spent at an amazing party thrown by one of Henry's friends, where the two of you had gone as Geralt and Yennefer. This year, even with several party invites, you and Henry decided to spend Halloween together and hit the town. But you knew almost nothing about what London did for Halloween events, other than the typical haunted houses and trick or treating.

Getting the last fang in, Henry grinned at you, and you smirked back, he looked absolutely amazing as the biker Big Bad Wolf. “I'm more than sure I can find several things to keep our adrenaline pumping and our Halloween spirit high.”

“Lead the way then, Big Bad!” You said, waving your hand towards the door.

Winking at you, Henry led the way downstairs, he grabbed your coat and held it open, while you put it on, then grabbed the car keys. “Kal, guard the house from tricksters!” He called out to the Akita, pulling open the door and ushering you out first.

Finding parking in downtown London, You and Henry make your way towards the Thames. You could see the London Eye looming in the darkness on the river's edge. You wondered, if the Eye was doing some sort of late night Halloween rides, that Henry was taking you on. Letting you see the City in all its sparkling glory on All Hallows Eve. But as you both turned the corner, you found a decent size line and looked up at Henry, with a cocked brow.

He grinned, wolfish, and squeezed your hand.

Trusting him, you got into line, and thankfully Henry looked different enough with his costume and everyone being more interested in what was at the head of the line, to take a closer look at the fact a celebrity was waiting among them. Enabling you and Henry to enjoy the wait undisturbed by would-be fans, asking for photos and autographs. You were curious about what your boyfriend was getting you into though. Everyone in line seemed super excited about what it was. The two women in front of you, dressed up in really wicked SteamPunk outfits were chatting excitedly with each other.

“It's going to be amazing; I can't wait for us to get down there.” One of them said, adjusting her top hat.

“Down there?” You echoed her words but looked up at Henry.

“Oh yeah, down into the bowls of London.” He said, making his voice sound spooky and leaned close to you. “Where the shadiest and scariest Londoners go.” He whispered, holding your gaze for a long moment before jerking forward. “Boo!” He wailed, grabbing you by the arms, and laughing as you yelped.

“You're so easy to scare, babe.” He smirked, pulling you in towards him, winking at the two ladies as they looked back and chuckled at the two of you.

“I hate you!” You huffed, punching him in the chest as he hugged his arms around you.

Henry chuckled again, lips ghosting across your forehead as he held you. “I know.” He replied, swaying side to side, before moving you both forward with the line.

Getting to the head of the line, you noticed a ghoulish black and red sign above a set of glass doors, The London Dungeon. It piqued your interest in stepping through the doors, finding the inside heavily decorated for Halloween. Henry paid for your entrance and the two of you were ushered, by a guide, to a lift with a small group of others. The lift took you deep underneath the building and out into a dark coordinator that was a blast from the past.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the London Dungeon!” The guide called out from the head of the group.

There were loud sounds from all-round, ominous dongs, the rumbles of what sounded like distant thunder and screams, along with bright flashes of light. The guide led the way through the dark hallway that was lined with all sorts of things. Buildings from medieval London, gently swaying clotheslines hung high above your heads, things you couldn't quite make out strung along the walls and over darkened doorways and windows.

Through one window, a woman in old clothing and a cloth cap, face painted to make her look much older than she was and several warts, jumped out and feigned reaching for your group, making many of you scream and jump in the air. You nearly climbed up Henry as you grabbed onto him, gasping with fright. While he just jerked with surprise and laughed, smiling and shaking his head as the woman retreated back into her dark hovel.

“I think my heart leapt out of my chest back there.” You panted; arms tightly hugged around Henry's as you urgently panned around for the next scare.

“It's still there, babe.” Henry chuckled, threading his fingers through yours. “I can feel it hammering against my arm.”

The group paused before an open building. It looked menacing, shelves lining the walls with various sized bottles, a skeleton hung from the ceiling on one side. But it was the table on the raised platform that drew everyone's attention. Laying under a soiled and grungy sheet, was the outline of a body. Then, from a door, came another woman, but she didn't jump scare the group like the first one, she was dressed in a bloody smock and her hair was covered in a bandanna, while holding a Plague Mask on a long stick.

“They say this beak is to help prevent the plague!” She said in a high-pitched voice, pointing to the long leather nose attached to the mask. “They put herbs and spices in the end to keep you from getting infections, like the Plague.” She grinned at the crowd, leaning close over the barrier fence that separated them.

“At least, that's what they say!” She cackled, pulling back and running off to put the mask up.

“Now, I'm one of the last physicians here in London fighting the infection!” The live actor declared, hopping up onto the stage with the autopsy table and body. “And this poor fellow is one of my patients! He went mad from the pain in his brain! Jumped out the third story window.” She said dramatically, pressing her fingertips into her temples and leaning over the covered body.

“And splat!”

Looking over the group and grinning sinister, she giggled. “What a shame.”

Then, slowly peeled the sheet back.

“Now! It's very important to know what Plague he died of, the Bubonic or Septicemic. To do that, I must first cut a hole in his chest!” She pulled a knife from under the table that was rather overkill and cut through his chest, little spurts of blood coming out as she did, before delving her arm inside.

“Oh, my dears, the smell is really quite awful now!” She groaned, face pinched, and fanned the air with her free hand, all while struggling with something inside the body. “It's putrid and quite squishy in there.” She gagged and grimaced, before finally pulling something long, bloody and wriggling out. “Hm, I wonder what this is for?” She hummed, waving it around, then tossed it behind her, filling the room with a wet splat.

“Good lord.” You gulped, even though you knew it was an act and all a show, your stomach still churned.

Her hand disappeared again inside the man's chest. “Ah-ha! The heart!” She beamed, rubbing it against her cheek, smearing blood all over the side of her face. “Still warm too!” She cackled, setting it between the man's feet.

“We'll save that for later.” She said, winking at the crowd, who laughed, Ooo-ed or gagged.

You noticed faint noise, like a low groaning, that was steadily starting to get louder the longer the autopsy went on. The small hairs on the back of your neck and along your arms started to stand up. Suspense building inside of you as you waited for someone to jump out of the darkness or something to fall from the ceiling above. You clutched Henry's arm, while he continued to watch the performance, in thralled by the historical terror and gore going on.

The plague doctor stepped away from the body, squinting into the darkness. “What's that noise? Do any of you hear--” She started to ask, before a blood curdling scream filled the air and the body on the table sprang up into a sitting position.

Everyone cried out and the plague doctor screeched at the top of her lungs, arms flying up in the air, as she bolted past everyone and vanished into the darkness, her screams fading away.

“You all right, babe?” Henry asked, smirking at you, feeling you shiver against him.

“I'm fine.” You replied, trying to put on a brave face.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, kissing your forehead.

You and Henry finished the London Dungeon, and even though you had been scared out of your wits more times than not and it was a good thing Henry was wearing a leather jacket, protecting his arm from being maimed by your nails as you clutched at him. You had actually loved the tour, learning about the history, dark as it was.

“Where to now, Big Bad?” You asked, looping your arm with Henry's as you strolled along the river.

“Hm.” Henry replied, taking a deep breath of the evening air coming off the Thames. “Are you hungry? We could go for a nibble.”

“I do say, I could go for a nibble and something to drink.” You nodded, resting your shoulder against his, and smiled up at him.

“Then, let's find somewhere spooky to satisfy ourselves!”

“Please, Hen, no more scares.” You begged him, as you headed back towards the car.

Henry chuckled and squeezed your hand. “Oh, all right. I suppose you've had enough for one night.” He conceded, turning the corner with you, only to have two teenagers jump out, scaring you enough to hide behind him with a scream.

“Very funny, gents.” He chuckled, but his face gave away how unamused he actually was.

The kids tore off down the street, laughing their heads off, while you worked on swallowing your heart back down into your chest. “It's a good thing I love Halloween so much.” You said, coming out from behind Henry.

“Only Halloween?” He asked, giving you a side glance, as you made it back to the car.

“I love you, three-hundred and sixty-five days out of the year, Henry.” You replied, beaming at him, as you buckled your seatbelt. “I don't need a holiday to love you even more. I wouldn't even know if there's anything in the multiverse that could make me love you more.”

“I could—TURN YOU!” Henry proclaimed, suddenly lunging across the console to attack your neck.

You howled with laughter, feigning trying to fight him off, pressed between your seat and door. Henry nibbled on your neck and tugged on your earlobe. “Down, boy! Down!” You wheezed, still giggling hysterically, but Henry kept up his assault, even licking up the side of your neck and making you squirm.

“Easy.” You cooed, turning to your Kal soothing tactic, gently petting Henry's hair and rubbing one of his earlobes. “Who's a good werewolf, huh?” You smirked, hearing him start to pant in your ear and nuzzle the side of your face. “You are!” You said, voice slightly high pitched.

“Yes, you're Little Red's favorite wolfie.”

“I damn well better be!” Henry huffed, pulling back slightly, to look you in the face.

“You are, as long as you don't tell Kal.” You chuckled, kissing him on the lips. “He thinks it's him, and I can't bear the thought of him knowing otherwise.”

“I see how it is.” He smirked, straightening up in his seat. “You're playing both of us. Calling whoever is with you the good boy.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot.

“And what would be my reward in this scenario?” You chuckled, lifting an interested brow at him, wanting to know where his thinking was going.

“All the perks of Kal and I being good boys.” He replied, checking the street for any trick or treaters.

“Ah, like Kal keeping all his toys in his bed and you remembering to put the lid back on the milk container.” You pointed out, shooting him a playful look.

“Something like that.” Henry blushed, reaching out to take your hand and resting it on his thigh.

“So, where are we going for our nibble?” You asked, relaxing and peeking out the window, admiring all the amazing Halloween decorations that dotted the businesses and parks.

“There's a cute pub in Leadenhall Market that really goes all out for Halloween.” He explained to you. “They do different themes each year. The last time I was there, they did Harry Potter. Which was fitting, since one of the movies had just come out that year. They serve great drinks and appetizers, so I figured we'd go there, then walk around the Market. Snag some of the treats from the pop-up stalls.”

“That sounds really lovely.”

The pub was alive with people, when you and Henry arrived, the murmur of voices, laughter and music. As you entered the Nightmare Before Christmas themed establishment, a woman dressed as a cat was passing by with this strobing and smokey drink in her hand, drawing your eye, instantly.

“Oh my god, what is that?” You blurted out, pointing to her drink, and slightly startling her.

She smiled at you and held it up. “It's called, A Witch's Brew.” She explained, taking a draw from a black and white silly straw with a witch's hat, then continued on.

“I want one of those!” You declared, looking up at Henry, eyes wide.

Henry laughed and nodded. “All right, one Witch's Brew coming up! Why don't you go find us somewhere to sit, while I get it and something to eat.” He suggested, turning his head towards the crowded bar counter.

You weaved your way through the packed pub, looking for an open table, making a couple comments to others on their costumes, before finally finding a corner booth. You took your phone out of your jacket pocket, while waiting for Henry to return, and snapped a couple selfies of yourself and several of the pub, posting them on your Instagram, then answered texts you had from family and friends.

“One Witch's Brew for Little Red Riding Hood.” Henry's voice called over all the noise, as he made it over to you, setting your drink down on the table.

“What do you have there?” You asked, motioning to the other glass in his hand.

“This is a Poisoned Apple Cider.” He said, sitting beside you with a glass of red and luster-y liquid. “Non-alcoholic, of course! Since I'm the designated Werewolf for the night.”

“Ha-ha-ha.” You chuckled, slapping him on the thigh, then looked at your drink, blinking and smoking, with purple alcohol in a stemless wine glass. “Did you manage to figure out what's in this?” You asked, picking it up.

“Um, yeah.” He nodded, taking a quick drink of his cider. “Vodka, blue curacao, grenadine and Sprite.” He rattled off the list the bartender had given him. “How is it?” He asked, watching you try it.

“It's pretty darn good.” You nodded with approval. “Did you manage food?”

“I ordered something sinister.” He replied, giving you an impish look.

“Oh dear, Cavill. What have you ordered for us?”

Henry leaned in close to you. “Mummy fingers and blood.” He whispered, before letting out an evil laugh.

“What would a Mummy finger count as, beef jerky?” You teased, taking another draw off your curly straw. “Well, I guess that's what I get when I let a werewolf order for me. Nothing, but bones to gnaw.”

At that, Henry let out a deep belly laugh, eyes sparkling in the orange and purple lights hung around the pub. “I keep forgetting you haven't turned yet.”

“You only just bit me, big boy.” You said, rubbing his chest. “These things take time; I know it's your second try after all.”

“Second?” He mumbled around the rim of his glass.

“Well, you did try it with my grandma-ma, and failed.” You deadpanned, stirring the ice in your drink with your straw.

Henry choked on his drink, setting it on the table, and started coughing. Pounding on his chest to try and recover. You gently pat him on the back, concern on your face, until you saw he was all right, feeling bad to a degree.

“My apologies, Wolf. I'll put less silver in my jokes next time.” You grinned, kissing his cheek, as a server made her way over with your plate of appetizers. “Thank you.” You nodded at her and discovered Henry's Mummy's Finger were Mozzarella sticks made to look like Mummy fingers and the blood was marinara sauce. “Oh, these are so cute, and look tasty!” You cooed, picking up the warm stick, smirking at it, before dipping it in the sauce and taking a bite.

“That they do, my love.” Henry agreed, digging in himself. “You got sauce on your lip.” He pointed out to the small spot at the corner, leaning in.

“Don't you dare, lick it off.” You warned him, in a low voice, smirking.

“My mother taught me manners.” He replied, calmly, before kissing the corner of your mouth for a moment, and when he pulled away, the spot was gone.

You let out a shaky breath and shifted in your seat, picked up your drink and took several sips of it, ignoring the straw, then cleared your throat. All the while, Henry smugly ate beside you, like he didn't know what he had done wasn't driving you wild.

“You all done, Little Red?” Henry asked, finishing his cider.

“Yep!” You nodded, wiping your mouth.

“Cool. Let's hit the Market and get some treats.” He said, standing up and waited for you to do the same, dropped a tip on the table, then walked out with you. “Oh, that cool air feels good.” He commented, unzipping his jacket all the way.

“I'm the one that had alcohol, but you're warm.” You giggled, shaking your head at him. “Or is it all that werewolf hair? Do I need to get you to a groomer?”

“Ssh-shh-ut up.” Henry chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in against his side. “Let's just get some sweets.” He said, kissing your temple and leading the way into the main thoroughfare of the Market.

Scents greeted your nose, making you moan, as you entered the hustle and bustle. Freshly popped popcorn, warm and sticky, candied apples, hot out of the oven biscuits, the whirl of candy floss machines, spinning all sorts of fluffy, brightly colored clouds. The treats were just too many to account for and every time you turned your head, you found another treat you needed to get your hands on.

Henry's eyes weren't on the confections, they were on you, seeing the lights in your eyes, the wonder and the short circuit of not knowing where to start or what to try first. “How about candy floss?” He suggested, motioning over to the station, where a woman was walking away with a fluffy pink cloud on a stick.

“That sounds good.” You nodded, heading over with him.

“Two, please.” Henry said, digging into his back pocket for his wallet.

Nodding, the vendor filled the machine, and you watched excitedly as the thin webs started to whirlwind out of the holes, filling the basin. You knew it was just heated up sugar, but watching it happen in front of you was so magical. Dipping a stick in, the worker collected the thready goodness into a puffy pillow, then held it out to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled, taking it from him.

Henry paid and took his own, before the two of you moved on, picking contently at your treat and checking everything out. You picked up a bag of different biscuits, shaped like pumpkins, witches and skulls. Henry grabbed a box of delicious and gooey brownies and a pair of candied apples, drizzled with white and milk chocolate, then wrapped in Halloween cellophane.

“What do you have there?” He asked, as you came back to him.

“Cake-pops!” You smiled, holding a cloth tote with a smiling pumpkin on it.

“Nummy.” He cooed, licking his lips.

“But there's one thing.” You said, moving really close to him.

“I'm listening, Red.” Henry replied, seeing a familiar look in your eyes.

“I wanna go home, Wolf.” You whispered, ignoring all the people moving to step around you and Henry. “And have our own trick or treat.”

A smirk twitched at the corners of Henry's lips. “I couldn't think of a more appropriate way to end the night, Red.” He winked, then offered to take your tote of cake-pops.

“Nope, these are mine.” You shook your head. “Last time I trusted you with cake-pops, I got one bite and only saw the sticks to the other ones.”

“You know cake is my weakness.” Henry chuckled, as the pair of you navigated your way back to the car.

“Just like silver.” You quipped, taking out one of the eyeball cake-pops and started nibbling on it.

The drive home had started off light, nibbling on the treats you had bought at the Market, but they were quickly forgotten, as the mood you had only became more infectious. Amplified by the alcohol and sugar in your veins and the mysterious atmosphere of Halloween. Henry was by far just as aroused as you were, having you touch him. But he was frustrated, when you finally got home, since he couldn't touch you like he wanted, having to drive.

He was literally like a werewolf, when the two of you were finally out of the car and in the driveway, abandoning the containers of treats for each other. Henry swiped you up off your feet as soon as the door was open, making you yelp with surprise and giggle, seeing the rabid look in his eyes, even through the contacts. He kicked the door closed and hauled you upstairs, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss along the way. Kal barked at you from the bottom of the stairs but went ignored.

“My, my, what big eyes you have.” You cooed, panting as you broke the kiss, making it to the bedroom.

“All the better to feast on you with.” Henry replied, pushing your jacket off your shoulders and tossing it aside, looking you over in your costume, then growled in his throat. “And feast on you, I will.” He purred, untying your cape and letting it drift to the floor behind you. “There's never been a more beautiful Red Riding Hood.” He said, leaning in to start kissing your shoulder and neck, while his hands moved over your hips and kneaded your sides, then disappeared behind your back, to slowly unhook the back of your dress.

Shivering, your hands found the front of Henry's jeans, impatiently tugging them open and shoving your hand inside of his boxer briefs, finding what you knew as already there. His rock-hard shaft, that you'd stroked into existence on the car ride home. Henry let out a shuttered growl in your ear, feeling your hand wrap around his cock, the tips of his wolf fangs grazing your neck made you gulp and whimper, worried for a moment that he might actually bite down.

“Henry.” You whispered, tipping your head back to look at him, the concern of his fangs in your eyes.

“I should take them out.” He mumbled, blinking a couple times, before tugging them loose and tossing them on his nightstand. “I'll turn you next year.” He smirked, helping you out of your dress.

“Leave the stockings on.”

You giggled. “As you wish, Wolf.” You smirked, kicking out of your shoes. “But you have to keep the rest of your werewolf stuff on.”

“I'm taking these out.” He said, taking out the contacts. “They're starting to make my eyes itch.”

“Fair.” You smiled, then turned and crawled up to the head of the bed. “Come and get me, my Big Bad Wolf.” You beckoned, crooking a finger at him.

Henry let out a loud howl and scrambled out of the rest of his clothing, dashed over the bed and between your stocking-clad legs, playfully snapping at you. You giggled and pretended to be terrified. Henry actually did bite your neck this time, making loud growling noises at the same time. You rubbed your hands over Henry, squeezing his nape and lightly dragging your nails down his back, hissing as one of his rough love bites landed near your throat.

“My, what sharp claws you have.” He rumbled, placing chaste kisses on his artwork of bites on your neck and shoulder.

“All the better to mark you with.” You cooed, turning your head to tug on his earlobe.

“Mmm, Big Bad loves the sound of that.” Henry hummed, turning his head to look at you, the side of his nose lightly touching yours, his eyes giving you a devilish smirk. “I want to go trick or treating.” He said, kissing you and started working his way down.

“Oh, two treats right away.”

Henry's hand cupped one of your breasts, gently kneading, and rubbing his thumb over your hardened nub, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. Mouth closing around your other breast, as your back arched off the bed and eyes fluttered shut with a soft moan. His hot, velvety tongue glided over the little bud of flesh, applying the slightest amount of suction. The pooling heat between your legs only intensified, the more Henry toyed with you. You hooked one of your legs over his waist and rubbed up against him, letting him feel how slick you were.

Getting the hint, Henry moved on, nibbling down between the valley of your breasts, the muscles under your skin dancing as his teeth grazed ticklish spots. He smirked, his face leveling between your legs, nuzzling the inside of your thigh, your leg resting on his shoulder. Licking his lips, he dipped his head, your scent filling his nose, as his tongue flicked out to taste your wet folds. A hum vibrating in his throat and a smirk spread across his lips, your flavor taking over his tastebuds.

“So much better than Halloween candy.” He purred, warm breath wafting over your glistening womanhood.

“Oh yeah.” You moaned, carding your fingers through his hair. “Even cake-pops?” You teased, squeezing his shoulder.

Henry buried his face between your legs again, splitting your folds with his tongue, drawing a surprised gasp out of you, and collected your juices, savoring it for a long moment, slowly nodding as he did. You giggled and melted again, pressing your palm to the headboard and tangling your fingers into the back of his hair. Henry's mouth cupped you, the tip of his tongue circled your clit, drawing maddening designs that had your legs twitching and toes curling in those black, floral stockings. Your chest heaved, as a light sheen of sweat broke out over your body, whimpering at the invasion of Henry's tongue inside your core.

“W-wolf!” You mewled, bucking against his lips, thighs hugging around his head and feeling the burn of his bearded cheeks. “Henry!” You cried out, slamming your palm against the headboard, eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling your orgasm build.

Your legs grew numb and heavy, while goosebumps formed over your damp and fevered skin. A bubble of moans and whimpers flowed past your slightly parted lips. Henry's mouth worked your pussy greedily, lapping at the heady slick that flooded from you, grunting like a starved man satisfying his appetite. The seedling of your orgasm was almost in full blossom, when Henry came up for air, lips glossy with your juices and spread with a grin.

“No! What are you doing?” You whined, as he moved up your body, instead of finishing his task. “Hen-'' You gasped, his heavy fingers finding your swollen and charged clit, sending an electrical charge, like Zeus's lightning bolt, shooting up your spine.

“So impatient, Little Red.” He husked, watching your face through hooded and stormy-blue eyes. “This Big Bad Wolf wants to savor his meal.” He smirked, a deep laugh rumbling in his flushed chest, sweat drenched curls stamped to his forehead.

His thick digits scissored as they stroked the length of your sleek privates, intentionally avoiding the stimulation you truly wanted, him buried to the root inside of you. Henry sealed his lips over yours, delving his tongue deep into your mouth, filling your senses with the mixed taste of your arousal and his love. All the while, he still fingered you, working you into a whirlwind orgasm that left you dizzy, limp and sighing, softly.

“Beautiful, Little Red.” He cooed, pressing a kiss between your brows and wrapping his arms around you, rolling over until you laid, heavily, on top of him, face nuzzled into his neck.

You laid there with him for a moment, existing in a teeter-totter of euphoria and sleep, the scent of Henry's hot and sweaty skin filling your nose. But you found balance and pushed yourself up, palms pressed to his muscular chest, as you sat and positioned yourself. Rubbing your sticky womanhood on his hard, throbbing length, feeling his growl against your hands. You planted your knees on the bed, to either side of Henry, to steady yourself, then took him in one of your hands, fisting him. Every ridge and vein reacted to your touch, the velvety skin hot, like lava in your palm. Thick and lustrous pearls of come dripped from his tip and over your fingers, acting as a lubricant.

Henry's hands caressed your thighs and tracing the floral pattern of your stockings, while pushing up into your fist. His body glowed, in a warm flush, the werewolf makeup on his face began to lose its definition with each new bead of sweat. Working him for a few moments more, you straightened up and aligned yourself over Henry's dripping tip. Looking directing into Henry's eyes, you sank onto his shaft, sighing softly as it started to fill you. Henry wiggled his hips, helping you adjust to his size and move ever deeper inside of your core, humming softly.

Reaching out, Henry rested his hands on the back of your arms and pulled you down onto his chest, then turned to lay you both on your sides.

“Henry.” You sighed, hooking your leg over his hip and shifting him deeper in you.

He let out a breathy chuckle, nuzzling his face close to yours, to capture your lips in a slow, but sensual kiss. Rocking together, Henry's hand caressed the length of your back and pulling your leg higher, while still kissing you. Your fingers played with his curls, twisting them around your fingers or tugging them straight, only to have the downy strands bounce back to true.

You pressed your chest against Henry's, and felt his pounding heart, its strong rhythm matching your own. As if, a war drum was being played between your bodies. Breaking the kiss, you tucked your head beneath his, clinging onto him, like a second skin. Soft sounds escaped both of you, as the strength of Henry's movements grew stronger, caught in the primal frenzy of his building climax. Hugging yourself tighter against Henry's smoldering body, you rode every thrust he made, moaning sonorously into his chest.

“Babe.” Henry crooned, fingers curling in the hair at your nape, the sensation of your walls constricting around him, driving a shiver up his back, and milking him over the edge, he buried himself deep and took you with him.

Laying there, still linked and catching your breath, you placed soft kisses all over his chest, while stroking the small of his back and he nosed your hair, cradling you close. You tilted your head back, pressing your lips to the underside of his jaw.

“Hey.” You wheezed, staring up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed back, angling his head down to look you in the face, smiling softly and rubbing noses with you.

An impish look crossed your face. “Aahh-wooo!” You giggled, howling loudly.

“I knew I'd turn you!” Henry roared, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

[dtfanzine]

Have you just found out about this project? Or are you still on the fence about applying?

Are you an artist or a writer (or both) who wants to participate in a fan anthology of David Tennant’s works?

Wait no longer, applications close in one week!

Art by @anaquariusfox and @fritzmetzger.

[bluebellhairpin]

"Step right up - Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction of Delight, Horror, Fantasy and terror. Your every wish is our command! Your every whimsical desire brought to life - But I'm warning you, there's always a price..."

Welcome to the Fight Night Bash Writing Collab!

With the spooky season quickly on the approach, it's about time we all start thinking about how scared and horny we're going to be this year - one way we can do that is a Writing Collab!

If you're interesting in joining, take a look at the Rules and Regulations below;

Entrant's must be over 18 years old - due to the nature of the event and the content surrounding it (nsfw, dark content, etc), it keeps everyone safe.

Fandoms that can be included are My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Demon Slayer (However fics can be for any character from any fandom.)

There can be double-ups of characters. You can write more than one fic (however there is no pressure to do so). This isn't just meant as a 'Halloween event' - if you've had a fic that follows this theme, now is your chance to finish it!

Fic are categorized by three tiers; Spooky (SFW Halloween themed fics), Scary (NSFW fics), and Skeletons (Full-fledged Horror and NSFW). All these can have horror elements in them, just at varying degrees. This helps keep everything organized - when you come to me with your fic idea you must tell me which category it fits into (this can change, so don't worry if the plot changes by the time you're finished writing). If you have any questions just ask.

There is no minimum OR maximum word count - a few hundred word drabbles are just as welcome as 10k works.

There will be a Discord open, and if you'd like to join please ask (I made it specially so we can all help motivate each other) - this process will go smoother if you already know me, or one of the mods.

This will be a collab with potentially triggering content (both with the horror element, and certain kinks) - it's not for the faint of heart, so please think it through before joining. Despite everything, at it's core this is meant to be fun!

If you would like to join, send me a DM with the character you'd like to write for - and don't forget to send in your fic (and tag 'Fright Night Bash 2023') after it's posted so it can be linked below!

(And remember, this is a event that WILL have Dark AND NSFW Content - so everyone who joins up must be over 18 years old.)

ENTRY DEADLINE; September 7th

MASTERLIST LIVE ON; October 31st

SPOOKY;

Nothing here - Yet!

SCARY;

Private Indulgences - Suguru Geto (@/selfindulgentpixies)

TBA - Muzan Kibutsuji (@/demon-plaything)

TBA - Zeke Jaeger (@/nixie-writes-aot)

SKELETONS;

TBA - Gods!Shigaraki + Dabi (@/jabberwocky-92)

N/A - Vampire!Levi Ackerman (@/anlian-aishang)

Maneater - Erwin Smith (@/bluebellhairpin)

[nastasya--filippovna]

My Pinterest Dash has a mind of it's own.

Maybe it's trying to tell us things.

@ofpineapplesanddawns AU maybe?

[timelordian-disaster-126]

Sooooo...I started to read fright night by the super mega awesome @headcanonsandmore and I absolutely CAVED at a part in the fic where I just feel like I NEED to draw it, so here's a WIP so far cause I'm weak for vampire Nyssa 🥲 I wasn't able to get far yes since I only had half my lunch left to do it but ye! 🥲

Also! @headcanonsandmore! You write Nyssa and Tegan so well! Tbh this is what Goth Opera should've been, lmao.

[dr-rabbit-3]

I made chapter 2!

Chapter: 2

🦋 oh how you wound me so~🦋:

Slowly, he made his way out the door, gripping the knife tightly in his hand. Upon entering the room, he couldn't help but stare in shock as he saw Ellis halfway through the freaking window. The knife he was holding dramatically hit the floor, and Tony found himself speechless, not knowing how to react to the bizarre situation.

Tony eventually picked up the knife, his eyes never leaving Ellis. "What is he doing here?" he wondered aloud, his head slowly tilting to the side like a curious dog. He then carefully put the knife in his pocket and put on a pair of gloves before slowly walking over to where Gregory was struggling. As he approached, he picked up the tweezers lying on the table.

Gregory tried his best to break free from the restraints holding him down, but he couldn't muster enough strength. Tony noticed this and knelt down beside him, his eyes full of concern. He gently held Gregory's face, looking into his eyes. "You know this is for your own good, right?" Tony asked, his tone gentle but firm. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you do things like...this?" He finished, lifting up Gregory's maggot-filled arm.

Tony's voice was soothing, like a father talking to a child, a chill went up Gregory's spine. Meanwhile, Ellis had disappeared from the window and was now standing behind Tony. He looked at Gregory with pleading eyes, doing a motion with his hands, prompting him to mute himself. Tony's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly, as if he could sense Ellis's movement behind him.

Ellis then grabbed a baseball bat he found lying nearby and swung it towards Tony's head. Tony, however, was quick on his feet, and he grabbed the baseball bat before it could make contact. "Hmm, what's this?" he asked, his voice curious. "Why are you trying to stop me from helping him?" As he spoke, he pulled the baseball bat towards him, bringing Ellis with it. Ellis hit the ground hard, and Gregory couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Gregory just wanted to help them, but Tony wouldn't let him. "Oh my god, will you just let me do what I need to do?" he shouted, his voice filled with frustration. But Tony was adamant. "Absolutely not!" he retorted. "Are you insane?! There are maggots in your arm, Gregory! Maggots! How in the world are you still alive?" Tony's voice was a mix of anger and disbelief as he looked at Gregory, still trying to process the grim situation before him.

Tony was always a bit weirded out by Gregory, and he came off as kind of strange, but it was never this bad. Tony thought he could use a little assistance. He knew exactly who to call - it was Cassie. If he couldn't convince Gregory that this was for his own good, then she definitely could.

"You know what," Tony said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He punched in Cassie's number and waited for her to answer. With her help, he might be able to get through to Gregory and finally do what was needed to help him.

.....With Cassie:

Cassie lay on her bed, staring expressionlessly at the door to her bedroom. She didn't feel right, not at all. She just couldn't get over what had happened a month ago. She felt sick. What could she do? On one hand, Gregory needed serious help, but on the other, she risked losing her friendship with him. Gregory had always been fascinated with nature, but she never thought it was that extreme.

Her train of thought was interrupted by her phone ringing. She picked it up and saw that it was Tony. "Um... hello," she said, sounding kind of tired. But it's not like she could sleep anyway.

"Cassie, you aren't going to believe what Gregory did..." Tony said, but Cassie had a hunch about what he might have done.

"What... did he do?" Cassie asked quietly.

"He... he put maggots in his freaking arm!" Tony shouted. "Can you believe it? What's wrong with him?"

"R- really? I can't believe it, that's... gross..." Cassie replied, but in reality, she could definitely believe it. She was well aware of Gregory's little hobby. After what she had seen a month ago, it didn't surprise her he had done worse than put maggots in his arm to save them.

"I... I really need you to come over here," Tony said.

"No- I can't..." Cassie said, trembling slightly. She needed to tell somebody about Gregory, but Gregory would be heartbroken. He would never forgive her. She wasn't sure how to help Gregory.

"Why not?" Tony asked.

"It's just... I can't..." Cassie said, as she hung up on Tony, fighting the urge to cry.

End of chapter 2....🐛

Oh the story can also be found here!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/354684665?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Dr-rabbit-3&wp_originator=bMKJIULxDus5HMxk8E9Cibirosm9CHkCu6h0qJvBZ2W3NBMOG4Kx%2Bhw69GnbQ8NjfsefFacQ4pJPqF1qHG%2BH6pDs%2Fwyse35c4UuCDO1GYlJXaGK4sf2KYVN%2BGa1FpwcL

[real-life-cloud]

I found an old fidget spinner and I've been using it (it's been very nice ^_^) but I forgot !!!! It's glow in the dark !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Short fics from a bygone era

I was digging around in my archive of ancient fanfics and found a selection that had been written from a challenge on Livejournal by @jcrewguy. We all shored up lines, first lines, whatever it was from our stable of fanfics, listed them up on our LJs, and then our little writing family chose lines and wrote new little fics/drabbles/ficlets from those lines, with those lines technically serving as the first line to our new creations. I tweaked mine a bit today and posted them up as part of my Prompted Shorts series on my AO3. These five fics are gifted to either @jcrewguy or @irresponsiblejones, as it was their lines I used.

Death Becomes Him is a post-Bogus Journey Bill and Ted fic.

Summary: At the beginning of autumn, while practicing in their garage-studio, Bill reflects on how beautiful Ted was when they were dead and ghosts.

Chasing Hell is a From Hell, Inspector Abberline/(sort of Mary Kelly) fic.

Summary: Inspector Frederick Abberline has been brought back in so that Scotland Yard can rub his nose in the death of the one woman who pulled him out of emotional purgatory, wanting him to see the sharpness of their power and how they can cut with it. But Abberline is sharper.

By Invitation Only is a Fright Night (1985) Charley Brewster/Jerry Dandridge (sort of) fic.

Summary: Charley watches helpless when his mother invites Jerry Dandridge, the vampire next door, into their home, taking away his last safe space. Despite the rage and fear he feels, Charley can't help feeling something else, something darker, something dangerous: desire.

Reborn is another Fright Night (1985) fic, Evil Ed Thompson/Jerry Dandridge.

Summary: "Evil" Ed Thompson has been misunderstood and picked on his whole life. At one time, Charley, his best friend, understood him, but their friendship has since fallen by the wayside, leaving Ed alone. No one understands him. Well, maybe one person does, and he offers Ed a whole new life.

Lost in the Shadows is a Lost Boys (1987) fic, sort of a found family vibe, definite implications that Paul, Marko, and Dwayne, at least, are involved in a cozy sort of way.

[fazbinasks]

Hello hello! For fans of my Fazbin Hotel Fazbin Frights stories (dubbed the Fazbinverse) story this is a fun little place to ask questions and get in character answers!

Spoilers ahead though so you are warned!

Characters who can answer asks (characters with a * next to their name are spoiler characters. They haven't appeared yet but were mentioned )

Questions will answered as far as the story progresses. So asking about future stuff will probably be spoilers.

(Fazbin Hotel)

William Afton

Marcus Tiberiano

Malhare

Charlie Morningstar

Angel Dust

Husk

Alastor

Niffty

Vaggie

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Ezekiel Díoltach*

Michael Afton*

Evan Afton*

Elizabeth Afton*

Henry Emily*

Charlotte Emily*

Cassidy Díoltach*

Gabriel Bizet*

Susie Icterine*

Jeremy Beller*

Fritz Tod*

Valentino*

Vox*

Velvette*

Theodore

Tleol*

Lupa Tiberiano*

(Fazbin Frights )

Kane Morgan

Alec Green

Millie Fitzsimmons

Sarah Conros

Toby Billings

Pete Dinglewood

Mott Schluffle

Devon Marks

Hudson Peters

Ask away people!

[denaliwrites]

Parade of Dancing Skeletons

Peter Vincent x GN!Reader

Summary: Peter takes it upon himself to scare the kids that come to his door for trick-or-treating. The kids aren't impressed -- and you find this hilarious.

Soundtrack: The Greatest Show Unearthed by Creature Feature

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Jumpscares. :)

You opened the door to see a little Batman, a little wizard, and a little vampire waiting patiently on the other side. "Trick or treat!" they said (mostly) in unison, holding out their little pails and bags.

"Oh, aren't you the cutest," you said, kneeling down on your haunches to be eye level with them and holding out the candy bowl for them to make their selections.

From behind you, the sudden sound of a loudly growled "RRRRAAAAAA!" exploded from the dark. Instead of fear, though, the kids simply looked up, looked at each other, and giggled.

You turned to throw a brief amused glance over your shoulder before your attention returned to the kids.

"Happy Halloween!" they all said together.

Smiling, you gave a gentle wave as they started pulling away. "Happy Halloween!"

The door closed with a soft click behind you. Peter was waiting for you just a pace or two back, holding his "terrifying" werewolf mask in his hands.

"Why aren't they scared?" he asked dejectedly.

You pulled him into a loving kiss, though there was no getting rid of the smirk you wore at his expense. "Have you considered, Peter, that you're just not really all that scary?"

"What?" he asked in mock offense. "I -- I'm terrifying! And the mask -- scariest thing I've ever seen."

"Babe, it's the only piece of the costume you bought. The rest of you looks like a totally normal guy. That's not scary -- to anyone. Let alone kids."

He was about to protest but was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Hold that thought," you told him as you turned to the door. You heard him slinking back into the shadows as you opened it, heard the creak of your floorboards as you knelt down to talk to the kids, heard the big roar from behind you as the kids laughed.

He sighed and tore the mask off again while the latest batch of children walked away. "Maybe you're right."

"Only maybe?" you challenged, throwing him a look over your shoulder.

"Okay, fine, you're absolutely right. Better?"

Your smile was very self-satisfied, but you were prevented from saying anything by the sound of tiny footsteps on the front steps.

A little girl, barely older than five (if that, even), toddled up and gave you a big smile. "Trick or treat!"

"Why, hello Princess Jasmine," you greeted her as you held out the candy bowl for her. You heard Peter creeping up behind while she dug around for a candy she liked, and before you could warn the poor thing, that roar ripped out of his throat and she jumped so hard you thought she might burst out of her own skin.

Fat teardrops pooled in her eyes, and both you and her parents rushed in to provide some comfort. You were closer, and even after taking the time to set the candy bowl down your hands were still wrapped around hers comfortingly before her parents had even made it up the steps.

"Oh, you poor thing," you cooed, "that wasn't very nice, was it?" She shook her head as she sobbed. "Don't mind my boyfriend -- he's mean. See, he doesn't like princesses," you told her conspiratorily.

This caught her attention enough to stop the wailing, though you could still see some silent tears falling. "He doesn't? Why not?"

"Well, he used to be in love with a princess," you continued, leaning in close, though you made sure he could hear you. "But she loved someone else. So now he hates princesses, and he scares them any chance he gets as revenge."

It wasn't the smoothest story, but luckily it didn't need to be to capture a five-year-old's imagination. Her Disney-filled brain easily accepted the explanation and probably even filled in some gaps with princess movie cliches along the way. Her eyes were wide as she looked up first to you, then to Peter, still lurking by the door, and finally her parents.

"Here," you said, letting go of her hands to pick up the candy bowl again. "If you take two or three candies, he'll be so mad that he'll disappear."

The girl gleefully accepted this, grabbed, by your count, six candies (not that this was a problem, she probably didn't know how to count and you had plenty either way), and went on her way.

You closed the door with a sigh and moved to stand. As you turned, Peter pinned you to the door, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You're good with them," he finally said, tilting his head.

"Huh?"

"The kids. You're good with them. I just... I didn't expect it. You've never mentioned... kids."

You blinked. "Oh. Er. Yeah. I guess. Kids are cool, sometimes. Their excitement for Halloween is infectious..."

"Do you want kids?"

You weren't really prepared for this line of questioning and blinked up at him with owlish eyes. "Er... I mean, I guess, maybe? Someday? I never... thought about it."

He hummed thoughtfully before pulling away. A moment later, the doorbell rang. "I'm gonna go grab us something to eat. Should be past curfew by the time I get back."

"Pumpkin chocolate milkshake?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a kiss to your cheek. "And two orders of fries."

"Thanks, babe."

"When I get back we're watching a scary movie," he said, pointing to you. "You promised."

He opened the door, and was immediately greeted by a small army of children crying "Trick or treat!"

The look on his face as he tried to wind through them was priceless.

[prettysquishygirl]

It gets pretty weird writing GO fic with Fright night playing in the background. Especially around the leather trousers. Weird but it's working.

[bonnielunkas]

IT'S FINALLY UP!! TRAILS OF PAPER HAS FINALLY BEGUN ON AO3!! ( aka the connor and chuck fic :] )

i've been drafting this fic for a few days now and now chapter one is finally up!! i'd REALLY appreciate it if you gave it a read!!

[theflyingchair-mjh]

Kinktober 2023

Week Two

Prompt: Sex toys

Pairing: Peter Vincent (Fright Night 2011)/GN!Reader

Warnings: Mild D/s undertones

Word count: 2.5k

Summary:

Peter and Y/N play a game of hide and seek, but with a twist.

Tags:

Sub!Peter Vincent/Dom!GN!Reader, Sex Toys, Kinktober 2023, begging, wall sex

(fic below the cut)

“Peeeeeter! Wherever you're hiding, I will find youu!” Y/N yelled cheerfully as they roamed the penthouse, a riding crop hanging loosely off their wrist. In their other hand was their cellphone, a particular app open on it: it was pink and white, and had an ON/OFF switch as well as a slider with numbers ranging one to ten.

Y/N smirked, and set the slider to three before hitting the ON button. Then they just stood and waited, listening carefully. Pretty soon they heard muffled panting coming from the bedroom, so they went there with a smile.

Peter was hiding under their shared bed, careful not to make a noise. However, this proved incredibly difficult when the vibrator Y/N had put inside him suddenly buzzed to life at a medium speed. He wholly wasn't expecting it, so he immediately clapped his cuffed hands over his mouth to not whimper out loud. The condition of their game of hide and seek was simple: Peter would hide, and if Y/N found him they'd get to do whatever they wanted to him.

Peter was eager to see what Y/N had in mind, especially after they had bent him over the bed and put a new vibrator inside him. He wondered where the ON button was, but when they showed him that the toy was remote controlled he became just slightly afraid, though he didn’t show it.

‘Okay. So it won’t be easy,’ Peter thought, but he didn’t say it out loud. However, when his hands were cuffed he voiced his concern about fairness, but was quickly silenced by the shiny, new riding crop Y/N had bought recently landing sharply against his bare thigh. They’d ordered it along with an array of other toys they wanted to try on and with him, but they did mention that they were somewhat partial to a large, thick, rectangular, black, leather paddle with a heart-shaped hole in it. It looked like it stung, but Peter couldn’t help how alluring the idea of being completely at Y/N’s mercy was. The mental image of himself getting mercilessly spanked, the paddle leaving heart-shaped marks all over his bottom and thighs as he whimpered helplessly over their lap, instantly gave him a hard-on, which he couldn’t even hide because of being stripped of his clothes.

The rules of the game were fairly simple: Peter had two minutes to hide anywhere (except for the panic room) and once that was over Y/N would have fifteen minutes to try and find him, and if they did they'd get to do anything they wanted to him and he'd be at their beck and call for the rest of the day. If they didn't find him, however, he'd get to play with himself with whatever toys he wanted, and Y/N would have to watch him without being allowed to touch him.

So there Peter was, tucked away underneath their bed, trying so hard to be quiet as his prostate continued to get abused by the low-intensity vibrations of the toy inside him. When Y/N happily sauntered in, Peter tightened his grip over his mouth and curled in on himself to become as small as he could to avoid being seen. But it was of little use, because Y/N, being hypersensitive to smells, could sniff his cologne throughout the entire penthouse, and all they had to do was follow the sweet scent to where he was. Peter knew this, so he didn’t really make an effort to hide at first, but as the gane progressed and he watched Y/N’s feet walk past a few times without being found, he found that the thrill of feeling like he was being hunted was incredibly arousing.

Now Y/N was standing right in front of the bed, and they weren’t showing any signs of leaving, so Peter retreated deeper underneath the bed in hopes of not being found. However, Y/N was smart. They knew perfectly well how to get Peter to come out, so they switched off the vibrator, and what they did next startled him so much that he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his lips; they struck the bed with the riding crop, hard. Peter gasped, then immediately shut his mouth, eyes wide as he waited. Y/N smirked, then they deliberately knelt down and tapped the crop against the edge of the bed frame. Peter did his best not to gasp again, but it was useless: Y/N had found him, and it'd been barely seven minutes. Peter had lost the game, which meant he'd be completely at Y/N’s mercy for the rest of the day. He wasn't exactly scared, but he did certainly think that emptying their whole toy chest and displaying everything on the bed was slightly intimidating.

“Peeeeter, I found youuu,” Y/N whispered as they leaned down to look underneath the bed with a twisted smirk on their lips. Peter slowly crawled out from his hiding place, a slightly scared expression on his face as he finally managed to get out. He would've stood, but Y/N stopped him, putting the tip of the riding crop underneath his chin when he was on his knees and slightly tilting his head back to make him look up at them.

“Hello, Peter,” Y/N purred, their smirk widening as they traced his jawline with the crop. Peter shuddered at the contact, his boxers struggling to contain him as his aching cock pushed hard against the fabric.

“Hi, Y/N,” Peter replied as he looked up with big eyes, getting the memo and staying on his knees.

“You stayed in here this whole time? Clever,” Y/N praised as they traced Peter’s chest and neck with the riding crop, relishing the shuddering whimper it elicited from the man.

“Th- thank you, Y/N…” Peter panted, undeniably aroused by the whole thing. Y/N’s smirk widened slightly as they walked around Peter like a circling shark and ran the tip of the crop over his naked back, in between his shoulder blades and along the back of his neck. Peter shuddered, his cock throbbing with arousal.

“Mmm, what will I do to you first? I could spank you, or break out that new flogger I bought you, or maybe I should just fuck you,” Y/N mused, though they were eyeing the brand new paddle with the heart-shaped hole, obviously considering their options.

“I’ve made up my mind: we’ll do all three! Isn’t that exciting?” Y/N gushed, sitting on the corner of the bed and patting their lap to invite Peter to go over it. Then they grabbed the famous heart hole paddle and, when Peter bent ove their knees, gently rubbed it against his barely clothed bottom.

“Actually, I have an idea,” Y/N purred, and grabbed their phone. Then they opened the pink and white app and set the slider to six before hitting the ON switch. Peter gasped as he felt the vibrator go off inside him, and instinctively grabbed the bed for support.

All of a sudden, Peter felt his boxers being taken off and turned to look at Y/N with scared, pleading eyes as they bared his bottom. He was genuinely scared now, but also so, so enticed by the idea of being paddled on a bare bottom, especially since he had a toy vibrating inside him as well which they’d never tried before. He loved Y/N’s adventurous nature and their knack for trying new things because there was never a boring night with them. He smiled happily and arched his back, offering more of his nude bottom for Y/N to strike with the paddle.

“Aww, what a good boy,” Y/N cooed as they aligned the paddle with Peter’s backside, gently tapping it to warm him up before playtime and alternating between tapping and rubbing. Peter whimpered at the light contact, wiggling his hips as a silent plea for more. When his bottom was nice and warm, Y/N finally raised the paddle higher and swung it hard against Peter’s bottom.

Peter gasped as the first swat landed across his bare backside, whole body jerking forward in surprise. He bit his lower lip and whimpered, the swat leaving a lovely stinging sensation in his already warm bottom. When the second swat came he whimpered, his body reacting positively to the feeling of the paddle as well as the vibration of the toy inside him.

“A-ah! Mhh, that feels so g-good, Y/N, don’t- don’t stop,” Peter moaned, his entire body shaking in pleasure as he continued to be paddled, bottom increasingly hot and pink as two heart shapes formed on it.

After about ten minutes, Y/N paused the paddling, switching to rubbing the paddle against Peter’s hot, reddish skin. Peter moaned and squirmed, writhing in pure delight over Y/N’s knees as the toy inside him kept vibrating, relentlessly stimulating his prostate and bringing him closer and closer to climaxing.

“Hah… Y/N… pleeease, I need- I n-need you,” Peter gasped as he felt the pressure of his orgasm building in his pelvic area. That was exactly when Y/N grabbed their phone, and switched off the vibrator. Peter whined in frustration, since he was so close, but Y/N was quick to silence him with a well-placed swat of the paddle on his upper left thigh. Peter yelped, the sudden sting much more intense than when he was being paddled on his buttocks, but he took the hint and stayed quiet.

“Ah ah ah, not yet, darling. We can't have you finishing too soon, can we? Plus, we've yet to try that new flogger I bought you,” Y/N purred, fully aware of what they were doing to Peter. Peter whined again, and again he was shut up by a particularly forceful lick of the paddle, this time on his right thigh.

“Aww, babe. I know, I know you really wanted to finish, but we’ve yet to do basically anything. Alright, dear?” Y/N cooed as they gently rubbed the paddle over Peter’s bottom and tenderly scratched his head. Peter smiled at the attention and nodded, also wanting to try more things. He stood up and waited for instructions, which were simple; stand facing the wall with his legs apart and his palms on against the surface of the wall.

Y/N swiftly grabbed the new flogger, a gorgeous, black, cowhide mop flogger with a hand-turned, cherry wood grip, and approached Peter. When they were close enough, they lightly touched the flogger’s falls to Peter’s back before leaving a trail of kisses across his shoulders and neck, relishing the shudder it elicited before taking about two steps back.

Peter gasped when the flogger landed lightly against his naked upper back, but when it struck him properly he couldn't hold back a moan as a pleasant warmth spread across his shoulders. When the falls of the flogger landed on his back a second time, this time on the small of his back, Peter panted, incredibly aroused by the attention.

This went on for a while, and soon there was a lovely pinkish hue blooming all over Peter's back, him panting and moaning with each lick.

“God, you've no idea what those pretty whimpers of yours do to me, Peter. I just want to fuck you up the wall right now,,” Y/N growled, and with that they tossed the flogger to the side and closed the distance between them and Peter, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall before beginning to make out with him, entangling their hand in his hair and roughly pulling his head to the side to start kissing and biting his neck.

Peter moaned, his whole body reacting with goosebumps all over as Y/N’s free hand traveled lower and lower, from his chest to his stomach, and found its way to his throbbing erection. When Y/N grabbed it very un-gently, Peter squeaked, the sudden feeling of their hand tightly wrapped around the base of his aching cock surprising him more than a little.

When Y/N finally started stroking him, Peter could weep from happiness. He could barely hold back his moans anymore, and he was quickly approaching the edge of his climax. He was already very close from the spanking and the flogging, so it took no time for him to get closer.

As Y/N continued to work their magic on him he was brought right up to the edge, and soon he could barely hold back. He silently pleaded with Y/N, but he knew that it wasn't enough: he'd have to ask out loud.

“Y- Y/N- P-pleeease- hah…m-may I- may I c- come, pleahse,” Peter stammered, overwhelmed by the pleasure. When Y/N finally, finally nodded yes Peter felt like he could cry. He was finally being allowed to finish after waiting all night for it. He just couldn't hold back anymore, so with one final wail, he came all over Y/N’s hand, body shaking violently against the wall.

When he finished he slumped forward, his body spent, and fell right into Y/N’s arms, who was right there to catch him. He tried to mumble a weak “thank you” but Y/N quickly shushed him as they carried him towards the bed.

They gently laid him down on the bed, moving several toys out of the way in the process, and headed to the bathroom to wash their hands. When they returned, Peter was shakily trying to tidy up the bed. They swooped in just at the right time as Peter's legs gave out and he stumbled backwards. Luckily, Y/N caught him and gently laid him back down on the bed before gently “scolding” him for over exerting himself.

He smiled at them lovingly and mumbled something about them being too protective, before finally deciding to just lay down and let them pamper him. Which they loved doing, no doubt, as they had a huge smile on their face as they tossed the unused toys back in the chest.

“Oh, I almost forgot! Roll over, baby, you still have that vibe inside you,” Y/N suddenly remembered. Peter lazily flopped over on his front and spread his legs to give Y/N more ease of access. They gently pulled the butt plug out of him, and stamped a kiss on his thigh before taking the plug to the bathroom and washing it.

Once it was clean and dry, they put it back in its pouch and put it away back in the toy chest with the rest of their stuff. Peter muttered that he loved their adventurousness, and Y/N responded with a tender kiss on his forehead before joining him on the bed. They hugged him from behind and kissed his neck, and like that they fell asleep.

[kimaratomoya]

You said yesterday that you were interested in a fanfic idea I had? Well here it is.

It's about a pair of fangirls going into freddy fazbear's pizzeria and deciding to stay the night there for shits n giggles. But it's a deconstruction of several things, such as wanting to get isekai'ed into the media of your choice, the fact that I kept wanting this despite the fact that teenage me would have made a terribly dysfunctional protagonist, the way how fandom seems to fill out every gap that canon lacks, but causes the place to be confusing as if reality overlaps, as somewhat of a side effect.

It was because when I was 13 and talking with my friends online, we used to get a kick out of pretending Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was a real place, we'd be looking up vandalised google maps places and joking about going there. The fanfiction is similar, but it's also a deconstruction of the idea because FNAF in real life would be Very Dangerous regardless of if you're 20 or 12, or a fangirl or not. And it's also about how the real world would react to the haunted animatronics, I think there might just be two entries in the series but I'll focus on the first one for now.

It takes place in around 2016 or so when FNAF had less content, and had much more of an 'urban legend' aesthetic to it than it does now. If I am ever to write this fanfiction however, I think I'll need to change that. However this goes in contrast with the 'urban legend' aesthetic I had in mind, so I'll either find a workaround or I'll just not make it about FNAF in general. The main point is to deconstruct this adventurous tangent I had in mind and demonstrate how actually fucked someone in the situation would be in, regardless of how much they know about the lore.

The names of the two girls are Áine (awn-yah) and Jene. One of them values enjoyment over personal safety, and the other is an insecure liar. Áine's the one who suggests exploring the places where the children were killed staying the night when Jene wants to look around and then leave, and Jene, while having a higher sense of self preservation, compulsively lies to Áine and other characters to try and keep them safe. The conflict is about them keeping safe from the animatronics of course, but also to work together even though they eventually end up fighting a lot and Áine starts to slowly transform into her self insert OC and lose her memories. Jene's quick lying ability comes in handy as she is able to write Áine's self insert's backstory even closer to Áine's actual memories, and preserve them quicker.

There's also a plot about how the fuck the pizzeria even came into being in the first place, because most stories where fans are transported into the medium of what they're fans of don't tend to dive into this.

In the beginning, Áine says she wants to invite whoever is the night guard over to her house so they're safe from animatronics, and Jene suggests spending more time with them to determine whether or not they're Purple Guy first. This is foreshadowing towards the end where they crash, fictional characters and all, at Áine's house and Áine's mom is like WTF. It also sets up the sequel since Áine has irreversibly been touched by whatever forces have been at play in the pizzeria, she needs to stay close to it or she might vanish from existence entirely. Áine's mom can't have her daughter staying so close to something so dangerous, so she becomes the manager and strives to make the place safer. She does things such as putting the animatronics in giant hamster wheels the whole night so even though they can free roam, there's no way for them to harm people, and installing an emergency escape door for the night guard and also doors that don't use electricity.

That's some of what I have for now. Also since FNAF has so many continuities, part of the early plot is Áine and Jene trying to figure out which one they're in. The books? The movie? The games? Some fan artist's AU? Someone's fan fiction? They learn kind of later in that it's Áine's own AU which she never fully developed and based it off a bunch of other works.

Should I continue?

Bestie

Write this please, I'd 100% read it. Sounds like something that genuinely could be in the books (with some of the weird shit that happens in them *cough cough* the fucking mpreg one *cough cough*).

Genuinely, go for writing it. I kinda am torn about hearing more, because I don't want you to spoil it tbh.

[when-hyperfocus-hits]

Fazbear Frights #12 Felix the Shark- "You're the Band" Rewrite! (part 1)

“Mom! Did you know that Freddy’s had a special Fazbear drink that they only made on someone’s birthday?”

“Interesting, Timmy. What are you implying?” His mom says, not looking up from making her decorations. “You want this special birthday drink?”

“Uh, yeah!” He shoves the family laptop onto the table she’s working on without a second thought. 

“Timothy—”

“No, but Mom, look—” He scrolls down on a rather old-looking website, colored with a vomit green color, brandishing a large “FAZBEAR FRIGHTS: THE FACTS” on the top. “It has the recipe there,” He continues, “Could we make it, please?” 

“...FazFizz? What is that, like soda? Timmy, I don’t know… The party’s starting soon.”

“Just use sprite or something,” He pleads. “I’ll make it! We still have sprite in the fridge–”

She laughs to herself as he runs over to the kitchen, still holding the laptop. He always was eager, but this newest fixation with the notorious Freddy Fazbears has gotten her worried. 

Despite his concerning new fixation, she is happy to make his 8th birthday his best one yet. Every year is supposed to outdo the last. Money has been tight but she makes do with what she has, including presents. 

She chuckles at the shuffling noises in the kitchen, and glances at the nearby closet, hiding the part he looks forward to the most— his present.

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You can read the rest here!