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In The Woods- Scarred

Hello my loves! I know it took a while but here is the second part to scarred. I'm unsure if I'm going to do a lot more with them besides some blurbs but that could change :)

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warnings- mention of anxiety, scarring, bullying, halloween, exhibitionism, mask/makeup kink, unprotected sex, degradation, slight fear play(??)

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Harry was shy.

Y/n hadn't expected that stunning revelation in the time that she knew him, but without the layer of makeup? The man was cute. Fucking adorable, even, because he was a blushy mess.

It was apparent how Harry did have some issues with doubting himself and that just wasn’t going to cut it with Y/N. She knew that his anxiety was valid, that he had gone through things that made him think the way he did, but it only gave her a challenge she was more than up for. Flirting with him, making it apparent how absolutely gorgeous he was to her, and making him blush.

His trust had been one of the most precious things she had ever been handed and she wasn’t going to do anything to put that into jeopardy. When she arrived back at work when people saw them arrive together, she had been bombarded with questions about him. What he looked like, how he was outside of work, but they got no answer other than ‘handsome’. When asked if she had any images, she blankly stared at the group. Of course she didn’t take any photos, because why would she betray his trust like that?

‘He doesn’t want to share and he’s a private person. We’re dating and I got to see a part of him he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing here, and I’m not going to betray his trust for some gossip.’

Y/N’s mom-like scolding had them backing off, but she could see Harry lingering off to the side with a smirk on his face as he adjusted his costume. Droplets of fake blood crackled a little when he met her eyes in the mirror. He was pleased with her.

She didn’t even know how much it meant to him. To have a safe person. She sung his praises without giving anything away and to be honest? He had been shocked at how well she’d handled constant prodding from overly curious and downright nosy coworkers. They’d all quiet down or walk away when he came over but Y/N would remain there, standing pretty and smiling at him as he approached.

“Got eaten alive?” He murmured, helping fluff her purposely messy hair. “Poor thing. Nosy fuckers they are, hm?” The tone of voice was low, just for the two of them to hear. She could see his dimple under the makeup, making her want to poke at it but she refrained. It wasn’t the time.

“Yeah. S’a shame. Eating me is your job.” A coy glance made him stiffen for a second before he clicked his tongue, shaking his head at his girl’s antics. She’s been shameless this whole time. Their established relationship had gone on 2 weeks now but they’d kept it under wraps, all the while she would follow him home or vice versa. Their sex wasn’t stuck to one place anymore, and Harry took full advantage of the positions he could get her in a proper bed or bent over a kitchen counter. Adventurous sex had been a new one for him, and he was taking full advantage.

“It is, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Shame I couldn’t do it before we came. M’starved.” Painted fingers pulled her in by the corseted waist, letting her lean back to peer at him. “I expect a three course meal after we leave. Maybe four, but I know we’ve been working on getting you there. Maybe tonight will be the night, hm?”

Another new revelation in their blooming relationship was how utterly obsessed her new boyfriend was with giving her pleasure. Orgasms galore, so much so that she felt a near constant state of sensitivity- but she couldn’t complain. Not when she reaped the benefits of his generous nature. She found his mouth or hands in her more often than not, and if there would be no repercussions there was no doubt in her mind that Harry would crawl on the floor and under her skirt to give her an orgasm before they went out to the attraction- but alas, consequences would be fierce.

“Let’s keep it calm, big boy.” Her hand smoothed over his chest, patting the warmth of it. “Three is more than enough, but it depends on how good you scare the people tonight.”

Harry with his chainsaw, it was some sort of foreplay. How he got into a mindset and plotted scares, she could watch form across the way as he revved up the machine and made people sprint. He’d choose the victim of a scare and follow them around for a bit, making them uneasy, all while cornering them closer to Y/N’s section- letting them in for a double haunt that would leave people screeching.

Realistically, Y/N it was the adrenaline and endorphins, but seeing her boyfriend- yes, she still did a little squeak in her head every time she thought the word- be so good at the job, seeing mid shift when his hair fell slightly in his face and that one curl went over his forehead, she was ready to jump him by the end of the night. He’d find his way over to her a few times a night, brush her dress with his fingers and give her a wink whenever she caught his view, wordlessly promising whatever the hell he wanted afterwards. It was hard to keep her cool when there was something so sexy about seeing him in this sort of element. Confident and hot, she loved watching him know people were both attracted and in fear of him.

“You know I love a challenge.” He purred, already finding his groove. “Maybe it will be my most terrifying night yet. If you’re the prize at the end of the line, I’m going to give it my all.” Of course he was turning on the charm now, making her flush under her own makeup. He was suave when he did it here, but she knew when they left and the makeup was off he would be a little less smooth with it. A bit more clumsy, and she adored both sides of him.

“I’ll hold it to you, sir.” She replied, leaning up to leave a little peck on his lips before brushing past him. It was time to see just how bad he wanted it.

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Harry had a point to prove. That much was obvious, watching the glint in his eyes as he stalked past her after his current scare. She was doing her own haunt, which was a lot more different than Harry’s stalk and follow approach. Y/N was more of a jump scare sort of thing, waiting for them to get closer and act just a bit off before deciding to scream and lunge at them.

His chainsaw hung by his side as he brushed past her, pinning her with his glare. It was full of promise. He was doing incredible tonight, a bit ruthless with his scares and getting people screaming and running. Y/N stayed in her assigned area whereas he had more room to move around, so he was moving them towards her. The guests were shaking, some in particular crying, and she knew that she was most definitely going to be breaking personal scare records tonight.

It was incredible to watch. With the challenge being given of making it a scarier night and the reward being access to her, he took it seriously. Showing off for her, sending more guests her way for a second half of his scare. He’d loved to watch her get into it, screeching in their faces and going back to acting like nothing happened right afterwards. Y/N was his little devil, his vampire queen, and little did the people know that the bruises underneath the fake blood were all too real, from him. The adrenaline from the scares, the promise of what was to come and the heated glances between the two had him half hard his entire shift, eager to get back to his place to take her- if he could last that long.

Harry did his best to behave as they went backstage. Keeping his hands to himself, he changed privately and came back out with his leather jacket hanging on his shoulder, a predatory gaze on her while she socialized. He knew she was stalling, teasing as she slowly wiped away the show makeup and fake blood on her skin and neck. Taking her grand old time to hang up her costume and gossip about a group of particularly obnoxious guests they’d had tonight, a school group that had been the worst kind. Teenage boys who tried to ‘scare’ the scare actors. Harry had been the one to scare the shit out of them, following them around and popping out randomly to make them scream. It’d been a good night.

She just needed to stop stalling. His cock was thickening as he watched her cotton pad wipe away the pale makeup, exposing her natural skin and the marks he left remaining on her throat. Her tank top clung to her and the shorts she had worn in were a temptation even before now, his neediness showing when he’d whined when she walked out of his bathroom with them on. It was torture. Y/N had the upper hand here, but she would lose it as soon as they were alone.

As people filtered out and Y/N threw her bag over her shoulder, Harry emerged from the shadowy hall he was hiding in to wrap his arm around her shoulder. His girl jumped before scoffing, nudging him as she let him know how she felt. “You know, I should probably be concerned about how you like to watch me like a stalker after our shifts, but it arouses me instead.” She sighed, admitting the unfortunate truth. She liked feeling his eyes on her, knowing he was thinking about what was to come.

His makeup was still on, his green eyes exposed instead of the contacts he wore during his scares. It was also probably concerning how much she enjoyed it, but she figured it was akin to having a bit of a mask kink. Roleplay in a sense. Prior to getting to see his natural face, she had only seen the makeup get slightly smudged from the sweat and her mouth, but it was applied there with a firmness most women must be envious of. He had to have gotten the best shit there was. Sometimes she watched from the counter as he applied it with practiced ease, watching the skeletal makeup engulf and change his face. It was like watching him get into character. When the makeup was off, he was a bit more of a shyer boy with her. A little needy and clingy, soft spoken and tender touches. Sweet like honey, gooey and easy to break. With the makeup on? His disguise gave him a filthy amount of confidence, one that had him falling into that dominant, cocky nature she also adored.

“Eh. You like to be chased and thrown around a bit.” He shrugged, his hand swinging with hers as he made his way to his car. “Don’t think there's anything necessarily wrong with enjoying how your boyfriend admires and follows you around. Especially when you know what lies ahead for you.” There it was. The cockiness that made him smirk, the moonlight hitting him just right so she could see the imprint of his dimple.

“Mmm.” She hummed, following him slightly from behind. The parking lot was basically empty, but it wasn’t empty enough for his plans. Plus, he didn’t know what sort of security lay in hiding- so he was thinking about his options. He wanted to play tonight. Play a bit more than usual. They only had another week left of this job before they settled into normal life again, the season ending relatively soon.

Harry helped her into the car, taking her duffle and his own bag to throw in the backseat before fishing his keys from his pocket and sliding into the driver's seat. Turning it into the ignition, he kept his eyes on the road as he began to drive off in the opposite direction of his house. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

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Y/N hadn’t known what the surprise was, but she sure as fuck got nervous when the car turned onto a wooded path. She trusted Harry, but she was unsure what the fuck could possibly be up this path that only seemed to wind upwards on an incline. He ignored her questioning, squeezing her thigh and told her it was fine as he smirked. She wasn’t truly distressed but her heart was beating harder as they made it up to an empty gravel parking lot at the top of the hill.

Her nerves died down as her eyes widened, looking at the view. It was a perfect view of the lake and town below them. She’d never heard of this spot, but she definitely was a fan. He parked somewhat in the middle, letting them look out at the twinkling stars and the town below them, the boats bobbing on the water. The night was cool and he left the windows up to preserve some of the heat when he turned the car off and backed his chair up the most it could go.

“Never got to fool around the way most people did in school. Know this is a local spot where people come to play… and I know about your exhibition streak.” His hand stroked her bare skin, turned to look at her. “So I figured… Why not now?”

That’s how she ended up on his lap, hands in his hair as he held both sides of her ass. Squeezing, kneading, playing with her like his own personal toy, Harry was enjoying it thoroughly as she gently rocked on top of him. His mouth was greedy for her own, surely smudging some of the black and white makeup onto her skin but she didn’t care. Sitting on his thicker thighs, letting him touch her as he pleased, she was only focused on how good it felt to kiss him.

“Such a pretty girl.” He mumbled as his lips went down her neck. “D’you know how happy it makes me to know they all know you’re mine?” It more than pleased him. Harry had never been as proud of having a girlfriend as he was with Y/N. She genuinely liked him, she saw both sides and didn’t prefer either one. Instead, she embraced him and went with his sometimes erratic flow, never seeming to mind.

“They’re jealous.” She replied, leaning her head back as his mouth worked over the sensitive skin. His teeth nipped, of course, lips attaching to suck another mark she could hide with her hair as she continued. “Jealous I’ve got you. Some act happy but… they ask how I managed to get to know you. Said you never hooked up with anyone before me… And that makes me very happy.” Y/N had a possessive streak of her own, something that Harry fucking loved. He loved watching her pride when she walked with him, both in and out of makeup, and watching the slight irritation she had when people dug a little too deep into wanting to know about them. They never knew Harry was watching from the shadows, almost always following his girl around from a distance. She knew, though. She would shoot him looks to where she thought he was hiding, making him like her even more.

“Know it does, my possessive girl. You don’t like t’share, hm?” He purred as he pulled back from the fresh mark. “Pretend to complain about the marks I leave on you but you leave ‘em out so they can see. You like them knowing you’re satisfied. Love that they know I’m the one fucking you.” It sent tingles up his spine knowing that. He’d been so used to people being ashamed of him that seeing her be so protective of him was just as arousing as it was heartwarming.

His fingers strayed from her ass to find the waistband of those pesky little shorts, sliding them down so he had full access to her. He didn’t see her usual pantie line when she’d emerged from the changing booth and he was proven correct as she gasped. “Look at you. Naughty thing, walking around without panties… Why’s that? Thought you loved it when I stuffed them in that pretty mouth to shut you up.” He cooed, sliding one hand down to her cunt, cupping it to make her gasp.

“I-I wanted it to be easier for you. You were teasing me all night and they were ruined anyway.” It wasn’t something she’d admit to anyone else, but the scaring with Harry aroused her. She loved making people scream, loved watching her boyfriend do the same with no fear in his eyes. Loved even more so when he moved them into her scare zone and helped her out with one. Then he had been following her around with that glint in his eye, always fucking watching her. Y/N loved it, loved that he was always there. There was probably a psychological reason, but all she knew was that her poor underwear had been soaked through.

“Oh?” He chuckled under his breath. “Should’ve known. You do tend to be a mess when we scare together. Even more than when I just follow you around. Something’s wrong with us, hm? But we don’t care.” He pressed his lips to hers as his thumb found her clit, humming as she gasped against his mouth. She was slippery and wet, his favorite way for her to be as he played with her, rubbing circles over the little swollen button. “No, you like when things are wrong. Like to be watched and followed by me until I bend you over in that dressing room and shove my hand down these slutty little shorts. You taunt and tease and then act surprised when I fuckin’ ruin you.”

Y/N keened, rubbing herself against him as he moved his thumb on her. Everything he said was the truth so all she could do was nod. She’d been so worked up during the night that even this felt good enough to orgasm from, his rough circles and deep voice getting deep into her head and igniting the flames in her belly.

“Yeah? Just nodding, can’t even deny it. Knew you wore those to spite me. You just love the idea of someone catching us. Filthy girl, I know you. Know what your body likes.” He rubbed a bit harder, feeling her lean further into him as he did so. “What part has you humping my hand like you’re in heat? Was it feeling my eyes on you all day? Having people be jealous of us? Scaring people?” Y/N couldn’t speak, just whining as she nodded. All of the above.

Y/N would have been ashamed of how quickly she was about to cum if he hadn’t been tormenting her all night. Like he didn’t know how much those things got to her. Her nails dug into the man’s shoulders, breathing heavy as her mouth opened. “I’m gonna cum.” She warned, albeit in a whimpery tone. Harry loved when she talked like that. His thumb was strong and kept up the movements as they were, his hand holding the back of her neck to keep her forehead pressed to his.

“Go ahead. Make a mess of my lap, sweetheart. Can’t believe how worked up you are.” He cooed. He could, actually. Considering he was just as wound up, he was throbbing inside of his pants but preferred her pleasure over his own. “C’mon, baby. Can feel it.”

He could tell as she began to fall over the edge, her body moving to hold onto his harder and her head falling into his own as his thumb continued the movements to work her through it. She let out a desperate moan, shivering in his arms. Harry loved making her cum, it was one of his favorite things to do- and getting to see each thing, hear each moan, he was only feeding into the addiction.

“There we go, my sweet girl.” He praised. “Just ride it out.” Harry soothed her as the orgasm began to die down, pulling his thumb away as soon as she needed a second to be sensitive and pulling it into his mouth with a hum. His whole hand was wet with her, but tasting her on his skin was another level of hot.

Y/N knew he wasn’t done. Not in the slightest. Her hand found his jaw and pulled him back for a kiss, drooping on his lap as she kissed him hungrily. The taste of her was still slight on his tongue, making her search for more. Her hands went to his belt, Harry allowing her to undo it and slide it off- but stopped her when she got to the zipper.

“Want t’try something new with you.” He started, suddenly opening the car door and standing up with her in his grip. Her shorts fell off onto the ground but that was the least of her worries as he rounded the front, gently bending her over the hood of his car. The cold metal of the vehicle made her wince momentarily, but his warm palms ran over her immediately to try and make it up to her. The night was chilly but her body was hot from the arousal she felt, his body in between her thighs as she moved for him.

“Want to take you just like this.” He explained, taking her wrists one by one and placing them to lay behind her back. “And I want you to scream for me. No one’s out here… No one can hear us- or maybe they can.” His hand gave a gentle smack to her ass as he teased. “Just let me take you out in the open. Would’ve done it in the parking lot at work but… Cameras.” He didn’t want anyone else seeing her on video. No, nothing except his own one day. He wanted to have a private folder of the filthy views he got to see, her creaming on his cock, her ass jiggling against his hips, her glossy eyes as he slipped as much as he could down her throat. He wanted to document the pleasure to look at as his own time. He’d never had someone he liked so much, someone’s body he was so addicted to.

“Okay, just fuck me.” She panted, wiggling her ass against him. “Just do it, please. Been waiting all night and I need you.” All of this was hotter than most things she dreamt of. Harry taking her out to a wooded clearing, ready to fuck her in his scary makeup over the hood of his car? It sounded like something out of a horror movie about to turn wrong, but she knew he liked her too much. He worshiped her in ways she didn't know possible. It was a fantasy come true.

“Relax, baby.” He cooed. “Don’t think you should be making too many demands. Y’know I like to be in charge.” She stiffened for a moment as she felt the tip of his cock brush through her folds before arching herself back, whining coming from her throat as he moved back and forth over her clit. “I know you’re achy, know your cunt’s a greedy little thing. M’gonna give it to you but… I just wanted to see this.” He held her by the small of her back keeping her still as he finally began to push in.

Y/N’s eyes watered as she felt the stretch of him. Relief. She’d been taunted and teased and Harry was finally giving her what they both wanted. He was slow as he did it, his eyes locked at the puffy lips of her cunt as it swallowed him up. Pushing in and taking his time despite a bit of squirming. The wet, spongy walls engulfed him and squeezed tight, spoiling him in the sensation. There was nothing quite like this- quite like her. It didn’t feel this good with anyone else, nor had he ever done it at a place like this. He wouldn’t want to feel it, no other pussy or hole would be as good for him as this one was. Part of it was their emotional connection, he was positive about that, but he swore they had been made for each other physically. Her cunt was made specifically for him to cum in, and his cock to pleasure her.

Her mouth opened and she let out a moan as he pulled out a little to thrust back in. He could feel his hunger for her growing as he continued, his eyes locked on where they were joined. The light was dim but there was enough moonlight to see her arousal coating him, glistening as he pulled out and pushed back in. It was their warm up, going easy and teasing just a little bit more.

“Harder, please.” Y/N bleated, trying to wriggle around but to no avail. Harry had her pinned, and she was at his mercy. It would be embarrassing how wet she was getting if she didn’t know how much he loved it. No doubt he was staring at it now, as he always seemed to be mesmerized at how good they looked together. “Please give me more. You’re bein’ mean.”

Harry stopped, chuckling under his breath as he buried himself to the hilt, prick snug and warm inside of her. Caressing her back, he slid his hand up and down until he got to her ass, squeezing over it. “You think this is being mean to you, darling?” He murmured, grinding himself into her and smirking as he felt her gasp as his cock hit that sweet spot. “I think I’ve been quite nice. Gave you a chance to adjust, didn’t split you open and wreck you. But I should have known better… m’dealing with a needy slut.” His words hissed against her ear as he bent over the car with her, pressing his body into her. “That’s what I get for bein’ a nice boyfriend. What did you want, hm? Wanted that scary man back from work? Gets you wet, we both know. Watching me make people scream, but it's you who wants that. Nasty little whore wants to be ruined.” He pulled up, hand wrapping around the nape of her neck and pinning her back to the car after she tried to follow. “No. I was nice, but you want something else. Want me to show you mean, princess?” His opposite hand came down rough on her ass, making her yelp. “I’ll show you mean.”

It was gloves off. Y/N should have known she was playing with fire, but she’d been desperate. Harry began to fuck her. Well and truly, fuck her. Hand on the back of her neck pressing her into the car as she cried out into the chilly night air, owning her as her whimpers echoed off the trees.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck- yes.” Her mouth fell open, hard to speak the words she really wanted to. It made her wet, wetter than usual to have her boyfriend take her out and fuck her where they could potentially get caught. He had said this was a makeout spot, a sightseeing destination, but here he was. Pounding her cunt for all it was worth and making it weep. “S’good, s’good, H-Harry…”

“Yeah? It’s good?” He sneered. “Finally good enough for the little cockslut? Wasn’t enough that I took you out here… bent you over my car and spread your legs like a bitch in heat… mm, no.” His thrusts were deep and hard, making her move and yelp a little bit as he fucked inside. “Been so nice to you lately, been so fucking sweet… Almost forgot about how much of a nasty bitch you can be.” Harry smacked her ass again, the stinging pain making her cunt quiver around him- because this was perfect. Filthy, a little bit wrong, and a little dangerous.

“Sopping pussy, so fucking needy. Never seen such a dirty girl in my life, but s’why your mine, isn’t it?” He cooed, acting as if he wasn’t pummeling her. Y/N could barely breathe, his rough thrusts making her cheek press harder into the warming metal. She could hear it, hear how messy she was making the both of them and it only made it worse. She was bare and vulnerable to the world and Harr was just taking it, taking care of her and using what she was offering. Ruining her like he had been meant to do.

“Uh huh.” She gasped, feeling the tears return to her eyes. “I-I’m yours, I’m yours, my body is yours, I want to m-make you happy.” The words were a hiccuped plea, the warm tears growing cold against her skin as the beginnings of her orgasm were starting to take over. Neither of them would last long like this, not after the foreplay and the new situation. She hadn’t expected to be bent over a car in the middle of the forest and fucked into oblivion in the moonlight, no, but this was quickly becoming a favorite. “Face- I wanna see your face, please.”

Harry paused, smiling to himself as she asked to look at him. He was still in his makeup, albeit smeared, but he knew how much she loved it. He obliged, carefully pulling out and turning her over so her back laid against the hood. “There’s my pretty girl.” His mean persona melted away for a moment as he bent down to kiss her hard, pushing the hair away from her sweaty face. “Adore you. You okay?” He wasn’t a stranger to her crying during sex from the pleasure, but he wanted to double check.

“Mhm.” She was dazed, but so fucking good. He had surprised her for sure, but she loved every part of this. “Perfect. Keep making me cry, Sir.”

His eyes darkened once more at the honorific. Y/N knew how to push buttons, and she did it successfully with him. Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, but she didn’t care. Seeing his face turn like that, even hidden beneath the layers, it made her clench around nothing. “Inside me, please.”

“At least the slut’s got manners.” He scoffed, angling himself as he thrust back in. It was a different view here. Instead of watching her ass bounce against him, he got to see her tits moving under her tank top as he began his thrusting yet again. They were covered in the thin excuse of a top and that simply wouldn’t do. “Why are you hiding from me? Let me see your tits.” He grunted, thumb finding her clit as he stared down at her. Y/N stared at him with a dazed expression for a moment before he snarled, smacking his fingers over her clit. “Know you get dumb on my cock, but fucking listen to me.”

And oh- Oh, Y/N loved that. Maybe there was something severely wrong with her, but she loved when he talked like that. It sent her into a frenzy, her poor abused pussy gushing slightly around him as he smacked her clit again. A keening whine left her throat as she scrambled to lift her shirt up, baring herself to him. It was a little humiliating in the best way. Being basically naked while getting fucked out in the open, her body flushed in heat now so the cold didn’t bother her and sounds leaving her body without her permission. Harry was playing into a fantasy, one she was all too aware of wanting to happen again. Anyone could drive up and see him wrecking her, anyone could watch how good she got fucked.

“There you go. Not that hard, was it? My pretty, dumb little slut.” The man cooed, fingers finding her nipples, pinching them as he railed her. “God, you’re making such a fucking mess on me. Gonna put me away wet, hm? Or should I make you suck me on the way back? Bet you would.” He babbled, watching as her breasts bounced at the force of his thrusts and her face pinched in pleasure. The sound of their fucking was audible, the smack of skin hot and heavy as it echoed off the trees. Y/N wasn’t being quiet, much to his delight. Moaning for him, for more, little crystalline tears dribbling out of the corners of her eyes and looking so pretty as they trailed down her cheeks. She was rambling about how good it felt, how much she needed him, and it fueled that evergrowing ego.

Outside of their sex, he was the sweetest thing. He liked to dote on her and cuddle her, learning her skincare routine and braiding her hair when she was too tired after work. He took her to the park and made their own lunches, trying to expand outside his slightly agoraphobic bubble because she was giving him the affection and confidence he needed. Y/N wasn’t at all ashamed to be seen holding his hand or kissing his cheek, she had changed his life and ways she had no clue of- and giving her the best sex possible was the least he could do.

During sex she liked him a little mean, which he loved to lean into. But this was a lot, and she was responding so fucking well- he knew from their limits discussion that he was okay to do it, but seeing it actually pan out positively gave him a confidence kick yet again.

Her babbling continued but got higher in pitch, her eyes continuing to cry as she sniffled and whimpered his name as she held on to one of his forearms with force. “Yes, anything y-you want. Wanna make you happy, Sir. Please, I just…” She let out a little sob. “M’gonna cum. Can I? Please?” The beg was cute, his smirk growing on his face as he looked at the desperation on hers. There was something so erotic about this vision in front of him. Her lips still stained from her lipstick and puffy from their kisses and biting, the tiniest bit of mascara still on her lashes smearing under her eyes, his prior love bites in different stages on her tits- this was fucking heaven and he wished he could photograph it- but that was for later.

“May I.” He scolded, smacking over her clit again to make her jolt. “Ask properly, and you can.”

Y/N scrambled to answer as he felt the beginnings of it on his cock. He knew how perfect it felt when she came wrapped around him, but it was even better that she wanted his approval. “May I cum, please Sir? Please- I can’t hold it, I really can’t, wanna be good, I need to-” Her panicked voice broke as his thumb brushed repeatedly over her swollen clit. There was no way she could hold it. Not when he was looking down at her with that glint in his eye.

“Do it. Make a mess.” He ordered. “Cum for me, now.” He continued his thrusts as he felt the rapid clenching take over, her back arching and tits thrust in the air as she let go. Creaming around him, shivering as she let out a broken sob yet again, louder this time as she writhed under him. Her hot walls pulsed around him, as if begging for his cum- and he was going to give it to her.

“Fuck, there’s my girl. Look so fucking gorgeous when you cum f’me, shit.” He grit through his teeth as his thrusts grew sloppy. “Where do you want it? Where does my pretty little whore want that cum?” He didn’t have much time left for her to answer, but her body did it for him. Lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him into her as she finally found the words.

“In, inside, inside me, Harry. Cum in me, give it to me, I want it.” She rambled, begging for it. How could he ever say no to that? The desperation, the true yearning for him to bust his load inside of her hot, perfect cunt and paint it white, he couldn’t resist it. His eyes took in the scene in front of him, how her puffy cunt was clinging to him as he pushed her open. The mess of slick and cream forming a filthy ring around the base of his cock as he fucked into her, smeared over the sides. Her trembling thighs and hard nipples moved along with his movement. Her swollen clit that was sensitive to the touch, how he fucking stretched her to the brim. There was nothing hotter than this.

He cursed loudly as he began to climax, his balls throbbing as he began to spurt his load inside of her. Mouth open and eyes hooded in pure rapture, he watched as his sloppy thrusts inside of her and his cum began to coat him, making even more of a mess between them. It was nasty and hot and perfect for this scenario, a scary man taking a pretty, innocent little thing for all she was worth over the hood of his car in the dark woods. The strength of said orgasm surprised him, making him lean further over and pull her into him. His face found hers, kissing her mouth again as he worked them through the aftershocks of their pleasure, pulling her up so he could hold her against him.

“My perfect girl. Did so good, always so fuckin’ good for me.” He mumbled against her mouth, giving her the praise he knew she needed. He hadn’t been that mean before and while she enjoyed it, she needed to have no doubts whatsoever about his affections for her. “M’so proud of you. Took it so well, make me so happy, my little angel. Obsessed with you.” He pecked her between sentences, pausing his thrusts to a halt. Staying inside of her for now, he knew it would hurt when he pulled out. There was no rush, only to make sure she was warm. Based off of both of their sweaty bodies, the chill of the autumn night was more than welcome.

Pulling back from her lips, he stroked the tears that still fell- albeit at a much slower pace- and cleaned her up the best he could. There was no way to feel clean after sex like that and he knew it would be a nice shower when they got back to his place, but he was still going to do a bit of aftercare here and now. “My baby.” He whispered, voice a little hoarse. “Y’alright? Went a bit more intense than normal.” It was a bit of an understatement, really. Her nod in reply wasn’t good enough for him. “None of that. You know I want your words, precious.”

“M’good.” She whispered, sounding just as tired and fucked as she looked. “So good, but so tired. Loved that a lot.” She clung to him, her achy arms wrapping around his shoulders as he picked her up off of the hood and carried her to the still open backseat. He apologized profusely, cooing at her as he pulled out, but he needed to clean her up.

“As sexy as it is seeing me dripping from you, can’t have my girl uncomfortable.” his lips pressed against her thigh as he gently wiped her clean with the tissues that were conveniently in the car. “Gonna take you home and we can hop in the shower, hm? Grab some food on the way home?” He grabbed her discarded shorts and slowly began to pull them up her legs. “Know I’m not into fast food but you deserve a treat.”

Y/N perked up, a sleepy smile on her face as Harry’s nimble fingers adjusted her tank top and grabbed his hoodie from the other side of the backseat to pull over her head. He’d seen the goosebumps on her legs. His thoughtfulness aways did astound her. No one would ever guess he just called her a pretty, dumb little slut. He encased her in a soft bubble of affection as soon as the sex was over and she’d never known anything like it before. Hopefully she wouldn’t have any other partners. As early on as it was, as the days passed she began to become sure that the meeting between them was no coincidence. Her finding this job, applying, and catching the one man’s eye who never hooked up with anyone whilst also not in the market to do so, giving into his flirtations, all of it was fate. There was no other option. Something had pulled her in.

For something meant to be so scary, it sure ended up being sugary sweet.

“Sounds good.” She sighed, pulling him closer to kiss his puffy lips again. “Can you just hold me for a minute, though?” That vulnerable feeling was different now, in the shadows of their intense lust. It was floaty and soft and Harry was the anchor that made sure she didn’t fly too far away.

“Course. M’never going to say no to holding you.” In all honesty, if he could do his work all day with her snuggled in his lap, he would. He never felt the need for personal space around her, and as scary as that had felt at first, he knew now that it was just the feeling of a pairing being right. It was early, some may say too early to tell, but he was pretty sure he’d found the one.

Someone who saw him as more than Scarred.

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stevenose · 9 months

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steve-leaning audio links

below the cut are 7 steve harrington reminiscent audio links. they will direct you to soundgasm. all links were found on r/GoneWildAudio. the usernames with each link are the creators of the audios - i do not own any of these! i recommend you search them on the subreddit if you like them and give them some love!

all works have descriptions of the contents of the link. i tried to be as thorough as possible and add any tags i think necessary that the creator didn’t already put, but i may have missed something. so please keep that in mind!

all of these audios are intended for a listener with a vagina/breasts. if phrases like “good girl” are used, they’re tagged.

please note that these audios don’t necessarily sound like steve, they just remind me of him. scenarios i could see him in if you will.

a super special thank you to @cherrychilli who posted some audios a few days ago. now i’m obsessed w them and my brain is rotting (affectionate)

you must be over 18 to interact with these works or steve dies in s5. it’s true. it’s very true

don’t fucking call me daddy by u/AugustInTheWinter - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): calling your roommate ‘daddy’ on purpose to make him mad, over and over, until he punishes you.

↳ mdom, roommates to lovers; shutting you up; bratty listener; degradation; choking; spitting; spanking; face fucking; thigh riding; prone; breeding; praise; corrupting speaker; contains sfx (wet fucking noises)

grinding on your bully’s thigh at a halloween party by u/LateNightFeels - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina); the popular girl wins a halloween costume competition, so her boyfriend makes you feel better.

↳ mdom; so mean steve coded it’s unreal; praise; degradation; thigh riding; piv; mirror sex; finger sucking; spitting; daddy kink; creampie; obviously cheating is going on in this one so be aware. it’s not heavy handed but it’s absolutely present in the dialogue.

the cute barista is actually… a hard dom? by u/Useless_Timidity - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): you go on a date with the cute barista at your local coffee shop and he wants you to be submissive for him.

↳ mdom; cute and flirty that turns into rough; degradation; kissing; condescension; spanking; consent checks!; aftercare!; this is actually really cute despite how it sounds. the speaker is very much interested in your comfort. i can imagine steve being a sexy little local barista that wants to show you a good time. yk

a lakeside evening by u/ProfessorCal_ - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): basically the title!

↳ friends to lovers; car sex; conversational; slow build-up; good girl; encouragement; love; affection; mutual pleasure; eating you out; cumming inside; slight dirty talk; this guy sounds like steve so much when he moans and whimpers and pants!!! contains sfx

pretty boy fucktoy by BloomingVA - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): such a gorgeous rumblefap from a needy boy

↳ WHIMPERS!!!!; rumblefap; begging to breed; msub; overstimulation; self degradation/objectification; multiple orgasms; creampie; soooo needy it’s dizzying

your nice boyfriend ruins you by u/LateNightFeels - m4f (female speaker, listener with a vagina): your boyfriend comes home from work to find you using your new toy.

↳ mdom/pleasure dom; toys; restraints; praise; forced orgasms; nipple play; degredation; overstim; spanking; encouragement; creampie; use of ‘girl’ (good girl, atta girl); listener is called ‘puppy’; aftercare; despite the tags this is consensual!; contains sfx

teaching your friend to give you spank therapy by u/AugustInTheWinter - m4f (female speaker, listener with a vagina): sometimes you need some spank therapy to let off some steam, and your friend offers to help. it’s totally platonic.

↳ spanking; friends to lovers; really soft mdom; destressing; comfort; banter; fingering; use of ‘good girl’; praise; doggy style; ass play; creampie; kissing; affectionate; “just friends bro”; contains sfx; this guy’s like. little breathy growls are insane

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #if this makes my blog go POOF i’m not coming back fr fr

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theragethatisdesire · 11 months

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dall'inizio - eren x reader, 18+!!!!

welcome back to the ti penso universe everyone!!!! this is a continuation/prequel of the little series we've followed from my first eren x reader fic. i was really interested to see how they met and ....unsurprisingly, it's a one night stand that doesn't turn out as planned. this one is also super fun because we get to hear from both eren AND reader alternatively, plus reader is a confident, bad bitch and we love that for her. this one goes out to @philliam-writes bc ik you love this eren as much as i do!!!!!! here's ur part 3 bestie >:)

if you'd like to catch up and meet our eren x reader, find them here:

(1) ti penso ogni giorno

(2) nel bene e nel male

pairing: eren x afab reader

wc: 6.7k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut (duh), consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol/drug use (just weed nothing crazy), cussing, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a lovestruck idiot (and so are you if you're being honest)

title (as always) means "from the beginning" in italian i'm obsessed with them <3

“You look like a whore,” Ymir says bluntly, dragging her eyes over your outfit– or, lack thereof.

“It’s not that bad,” you wave her off, turning back to the mirror to tug at the hem of your little black slip. You do look like a whore, but it’s intentional. You haven’t gotten laid in three months– your friends have been calling you dramatic, but that’s a lot, okay? You’re in college, you’re supposed to sleep around, right?

On top of that, your last few situationships just haven’t quite…well, they weren’t bad, but they didn’t scratch the itch. You desperately need a fuck– not just a fuck, a good fuck, and you have a feeling tonight’s going to be the night. It’s Halloween, the international holiday for running around in basically zero clothes, and you’ve taken great care to adhere to that tradition.

“Are you a mouse?” Historia wrinkles her nose at you from her spot at the vanity in the corner. She’s in a dalmatian costume; cute, spotted ears sticking up from her blonde hair, blue collar tinkling when she cocks her head at you.

“I’m a fucking cat,” you mutter, drawing a black triangle of eyeliner on the tip of your nose, “I didn’t have time for a real costume.”

“She just wants to get laid,” Mikasa announces, pushing through the studio apartment door with a huff, arms laden with plastic bags that are making a tell-tale clinking sound, “it’s been like, two whole weeks.”

“Three months!” You correct her, defensive.

“I understand,” Ymir, appropriately dressed as Cruella de Vil, grins, “it’s been…what, Stor? Two hours?”

“Ymir!” Historia, scandalized, flushes a furious red. Both you and Mikasa are unphased; in the last four months they’ve been together, the three feet they’re sitting from one another now is the farthest apart you’ve seen them.

“I’m not a whore,” you turn around, hands on hips, “I just…it’s been awhile since I had good sex. Floch was–”

“The worst?” Mikasa finishes for you. You hate how well she knows you; even after less than two years of knowing each other, she can practically read your mind.

“Yeah, you may have mentioned that once or twice,” Historia turns back to the mirror, immediately disinterested. “Or a thousand times.”

You throw your hands up, turning back to the mirror to finish your whiskers. “So none of you can blame me.”

“While you two,” Mikasa points between Ymir and Historia accusingly, “have been screwing like rabbits, and you,” her black-painted fingernail finds its way to you, “have been trying to figure out how to sleep with half of Manhattan, I took the liberty of actually making plans for us.”

“Jean’s?” You raise a knowing eyebrow at her, grateful to put someone else in the hot seat for the night. Mikasa’s cheeks tinge pink. Busted.

“He’s throwing a party, yeah,” she answers slowly, trying to talk her way around her obvious attraction to him, “but it’s not those douchebags he usually hangs out with. My best friend from home, Eren, just got into town, and,” she looks at you pointedly, “some of his friends are actually cute.”

You’re unconvinced. “Pictures?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Mikasa bites her lip mischievously, “but if you take a few tequila shots with me, I might be persuaded to show you one or two.”

You’re dubious. Mikasa’s definitely shown you a photo of these guys before, and you don’t remember a standout in the lineup. This Eren character, however…Mikasa has a framed picture on her bedside nightstand of them in high school, and you remember him being sort of cute. Dark, short-cropped hair, big green eyes so wide and earnest that he almost reminded you of a movie character. That picture was three or four years old now so…who knows? Maybe he’d grown into his features.

“Eren’s a no-go, though,” Mikasa continues, knowing your exact train of thought of course, pouring out shots of lukewarm, cheap tequila. Your stomach gurgles in protest at the smell as you accept yours. “He’s a nightmare to women, trust me.”

“Who knows,” Ymir pipes up, nodding her head towards you, “she’s a nightmare to men, so.”

“I am not a nightmare,” you narrow your eyes, “I just don’t like to be tied down, that’s all.”

“You’ll have to be at some point,” Historia argues, smiling when Ymir slips a hand into hers. You wrinkle your nose, uninterested.

“It’s 2018, Stor, not very feminist of you,” you tut, throwing back your shot and practically choking it down. Ick.

“I’m a lesbian, how much more feminist can I get?”

“Touché.”

“Just promise me you won’t get wrapped up with him?” Mikasa eyes you, still not trusting the glint of curiosity in your eye.

Ymir crosses her arms over her chest. “Are you positive you like Jean and not this Eren dude?”

Mikasa makes a fake retching sound. “Eren’s practically my brother. I’ve seen his bare ass more times than I can count. Way past the attraction threshold, trust me. I just…I know him. And I know you,” she glares at you, “it’s a toss-up as to who would do more damage to the other.”

“I’ll behave,” you placate her, throwing your arms around her shoulders, “…maybe.”

Eren might puke. No, wait, he’s going to puke– oh, no, just an unbelievably loud burp. Eren smiles contentedly, feeling much better even as it stinks up the entire taxi. Connie leans over Armin, scrunches his nose and squints his eyes.

“That fucking reeks, dude!”

“Sorry,” Eren shrugs, turning his head back to the window and ignoring Armin and Connie’s complaints. They were all a few beers deep- what did they expect?

Eren’s lived a few hours outside of New York City all his life, but he’s never been, except maybe once or twice for field trips as a kid. He never remembered it looking like this, though: each little apartment twinkled like a star, giving the wall of skyscrapers the appearance of the night sky. Even as the cab screeches and jerks in the Lower West Side traffic, Eren feels like he’s in a spaceship, free and flying amongst the stars.

Maybe he could talk to Zeke, convince him to move their little operation out of their garage and into the city. There was money here, right? And plenty of musicians who weren’t quite good enough to get signed by any major labels…

“Mikasa says she and her friends will be over in five,” Armin squints at his phone screen, holding it far away from him like an old man to type a response. Eren nearly rolls his eyes.

“Would you just get some fucking glasses already?”

“Annie said they made me look nerdy,” Armin shrugs. Connie groans.

“You two broke up like, a year ago–”

“Six months,” Armin corrects him, eyes growing sadder by the second.

“Okay, six months, whatever, we’ve got to get you laid tonight, dude.”

Eren lets the two slip into an argument about the “appropriate amount of time” to wait to sleep with someone after a breakup, much preferring his unusually contemplative mood to Connie and Armin’s bickering after their four-hour train ride together. He smiled to himself; God, it would be good to see Mikasa again. He wouldn’t have admitted it at gunpoint, but she was practically his mom growing up, and she’d been gone for over a year, only visiting for Christmas. Rumor had it that she’d been spending a lot of time with Jean as of late, so he needed to see what that was all about, too.

And who had Eren been spending a lot of time with lately? No one but bar rats and slim pickings from the frat parties at Trost University near his hometown. When was the last time he’d even gotten laid? A month? Two? Her name had been Jenna…no, Jenny? Josephina? Fuck, he should remember that. Eren needs to get laid, regardless, but if he dares to step near any of Mikasa’s friends, she’ll kill him, he knows that from experience. Then again, maybe this weird-ass Jean situation would come in handy. If Mikasa ends up distracted…

“Excuse me!” Armin disturbs his thoughts once again; Eren scowls. “Excuse me, sir? I think we’re here.”

Eren pays for the cab. Armin had bought the train tickets and the chain-gang costumes they were all currently sporting, and Connie was always flat broke, insisting his music career would work out soon. That could be Eren’s fault, though: Connie was one of his and Zeke’s first “clients”. None of them even bothered keeping up with the money exchanged between each other anymore; Connie had been in their kindergarten class, Armin’s mom had changed all of their diapers, Mikasa’s parents were the “cool parents” that let them smoke weed in the backyard, Jean’s mom made the best potato salad. They were a little family, separated by life and college at the moment, but a family all the same. Eren felt a little tingle of appreciation in his stomach as they climbed the stairs to Jean’s walk-up.

“Jaeger!” Jean was dapping him up and smacking a fist against his back before Eren could even properly look around the dark apartment.

“Kirstein,” Eren returns his embrace and has to shout over the music, suddenly smacked with a wave of homesickness at the familiar smell of weed and Jean’s tacky Hugo Boss cologne.

“Make yourself at home, dude,” Jean’s nearly inaudible over the thumping house music. He’s got some stupid mummy costume on that exposes his lean stomach, basically just shirtless and wrapped in toilet paper. Eren stifles a laugh, looking around the apartment for any other familiar faces.

Reiner approaches him next, a goofy, drunken grin splitting his face wide open, tackling Eren in a bear hug. Most of the greetings go like that; I miss you! How are you? How’s the business? Are you still in Shiganshina? It makes Eren’s chest tight, makes him miss the closeness of the people he loves. He was just always fucking working, helping Zeke with paperwork, running around town talking to clients, pulling at his face late at night looking over the finances of everything. He feels wound up, ready to burst, but the blunt and beer Bertholdt just handed him should fix that, at least somewhat. He needs…fuck, he needs to get laid.

His eyes search the room, looking for the one person he’s looking most forward to seeing, but he doesn’t find Mikasa where he expects.

She’s perched on Jean’s lap, giggling over her drink as Jean waves his arms wildly, telling her a story. That bizarre sight only holds Eren’s gaze for a moment, though, because there you are beside her, grinning wickedly with one of those stupid vapes between your teeth.

Eren stops dead in his tracks, speechless. Where do they even make women like that? He goes bottom to top, letting himself be impressed with how well you’re balancing on those high heels, ravishing every naked inch of your exposed legs until he reaches the hem of– fuck, is that just lingerie? Whatever little black thing you’re wearing, it makes his heart race, makes his pants tight. It’s low-cut in the chest enough to tease, a little collar around your neck, and your face…even your face makes him hard, so beautiful in the low lighting, eyes glimmering. You look evil and fun and sexy all at once, and Eren’s sold within the first ten seconds of seeing you.

Before he can make a beeline in your direction, he realizes he’s taken his gaze off of Mikasa and Jean long enough for them to approach him, Mikasa throwing her arms around his neck.

“Eren!” She squeals in his ear, clearly already drunk. Eren chuckles, trying to rein himself in enough to hold a stable conversation. The little black dress flashes behind his eyes as he smiles down at Mikasa.

“Hey Mika,” he ruffles her hair, making Mikasa grumble and reach towards her head to right what he’s ruined. His eyes wander back to you; you’re watching him too, sizing him up. He wonders if you like what you see, pulls at the zipper of his orange jumpsuit to inch it down, reveal some of his stomach. Eren’s not conceited per se, but he spends an unhealthy amount of time in the gym, and he knows it shows. As your gaze travels down to where he holds his zipper, Eren can’t look away, knows it must be obvious that he’s distracted.

“Bro,” Jean snaps his fingers in front of Eren’s eyes, looking over his shoulder to see what Eren’s staring at. He turns back with a smirk. “Yeah?”

Fuck, now Mikasa’s looking off in the same direction, returning her eyes to him with a scowl. Drunk or not, she never fails to scare the shit out of him. “No. No fucking way, Eren.”

“What?” Eren sips his beer innocently, shrugging. He was only staring…for now.

“She’s my best friend, Eren, no,” Mikasa says, firmer this time.

“Thought I was your best friend?”

“Didn’t she just break things off with Floch like…” Jean trails off at the withering glare Mikasa shoots him, turning red.

“She’s off-limits.” Eren nods, her words going in one ear and out the other. Mikasa’s scolded him before, and she won’t stop anytime soon, so what’s one more? She can read his mind, evidently, because she reaches up and pinches his cheek, yanking him down to her level.

“Ow!”

“Off. Fucking. Limits.” Mikasa seethes. “Do you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah I- fuck, let go! I hear you Mika,” Eren rubs his sore cheek, frowning. He can see you laughing at him, eyes barely visible over the edge of your drink. Great, Eren thinks; getting a talking-to from Mikasa like a child was not the first impression he wanted to give you.

Mikasa’s grabbing Jean’s hand and pulling him back towards the crowd, presumably to play guard dog for you, but before she can get him too far, Jean leans back towards Eren, cups a hand around his mouth.

“She’s single, bro,” Jean manages to get out before Mikasa pulls harder, “go for it!”

Eren grins. If Mikasa wanted to bite his head off for this, now he could blame it on Jean. What the hell was he supposed to say to you, though? You’re leagues above the girls he’s been pursuing. If Eren’s honest with himself, he’s intimidated by you, but his only solution is to throw some more of his beer back for liquid courage. He’s always loved a challenge.

When he pulls the cup away from his face, you’ve appeared in front of him, smiling demurely and nearly making him jump out of his skin.

“Hi.”

The second you saw him, you were hooked. He was gorgeous, dark hair pulled into a little half-bun on the back of his head, pretty eyes, and tall and broad to boot. He was almost stern-looking, dark eyebrows shielding his eyes. Dark and mean, just the way you like them.

Mikasa had given him a massive hug, interrupting the clear eye-fucking you were engaged in across the room; so that was Eren? Her long-lost best friend that was always too busy to visit? The happy kid from the picture? You watched her scold him, giggling to yourself at how childlike he became, crumbling under Mikasa’s pinch and pouting when she let him go.

You had no choice, really. Your promise to Mikasa had flown out of your mind the moment you saw those full lips pursed around the blunt, blowing out a puff of smoke, stretching into a wide, dangerous smile. You’re an only child and admittedly, a bit spoiled, so when you want something, you get it.

“Hi,” you can’t manage anything more clever, not face to face with his bare chest. Jean’s apartment is stuffy, and you catch the gleam of sweat on his chest in the LED lighting. You lick your lips.

“Hi,” Eren responds stiffly, looking as surprised as if you’d just punched him in the gut.

“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s friend?”

Eren hits his blunt again, nods slowly. “I don’t think we’ve met though, you’re…?”

You give him your name. He smiles and repeats it, rolling it around on his tongue and getting a taste for it. You can already see little hearts in his eyes, it makes you grin to yourself. You had expected him to put up more of a fight; there’s a dozen girls in this room alone that would fall all over themselves to get him in bed, but he’s enraptured by you, eyes never leaving your face. You’ve got him.

“A cat, huh?” Eren addresses the costume, dipping his head in the direction of the little black ears on your head. You’re suddenly embarrassed, feeling a bit silly.

“I, uh, didn’t really have time to shop,” you shrug, pulling at the hem of your dress. Eren’s mouth quirks up. “A prisoner?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get to pick. I like yours, though, it fits you.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “A cat fits me?”

“Yeah,” Eren says, growing surer by the second, “I don’t know. Just fits. S’cute.”

You’re embarrassed by the giddy flutter in your stomach. God, he’s delicious. “You think I’m cute?”

“I think lots of things about you,” Eren replies, voice low and sultry and hardly audible over the music. His eyes widen like he hadn’t exactly meant to say that out loud, but it’s too late now. You grin, all teeth and bad intentions.

“We just met,” you point out. Eren’s confidence has returned, he boldly brings a hand to the spaghetti strap of your dress. His fingers are hot– why do men always run so hot? His touch almost burns.

“You wore this,” he rubs the fabric between his fingers, “and expect me not to have a few thoughts on it? Wasn’t that the point?”

The breath leaves your lungs. Your confidence fizzles at the same rate as your arousal grows. There are plenty of hot guys here, but you might have jumped into the deep end with this one. Something flickers in his eyes, something hungry.

“Why don’t you tell me about these thoughts of yours?”

“I will,” Eren nods, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, “later.”

“Later?”

“We’re at a party,” Eren takes the empty cup from you, replacing it with his own, much larger hand, “shouldn’t we at least dance a little?”

Before you can argue, he’s pulling you out into the center of Jean’s obnoxiously spacious living room, into a jungle of sweaty, gyrating bodies. You’re close enough to the speakers now that the bass pounds through your body to the same rhythm as your heart thudding in your chest. The crowded, makeshift dance floor pushes you into Eren, skin against skin. You have a fleeting moment to be grateful that you’re likely now obscured from Mikasa’s view before a pair of strong hands around your hips prevent any more conscious thoughts from taking shape in your brain.

“One of my thoughts,” Eren’s right beside your ear now, voice echoing in your brain, “is that I like you. Like this body.”

“T-thank you,” you stammer out, wanting to facepalm at not only your stupidly simple response, but the weakness in your voice.

“Move it for me.”

You obey him, letting your body move with the music, trying not to get too caught up in whether or not you look ridiculous with how you’re pressing your body into his, arms thrown around his neck. Eren seems to like the way you move on him, pushing and pulling your hips in the rhythm you’ve set, looking down his nose at you with bloodshot eyes.

Your panties are growing wetter by the second; he’s intoxicating, the feel of him against you, firm and tacky with sweat. His hands are tracing up your sides, dragging slowly as if he’s memorizing the curves of your body. You haven’t known him long enough to want him the way that you do, humiliated by the carnal desire simmering in the pit of your stomach, but you’ve had enough tequila not to care. The whole thing is too similar to what you really want, and you make it through a solid seven or eight songs before you can’t take the stifling tension between the two of you any longer, thick enough to cut with a knife.

You lean up on the tips of your toes, wobbling in your heels, and grab him tight around the neck, pulling him to you. Your lips finally meet; Eren’s slow to respond as you’ve caught him off guard, but he catches on quickly, lips falling open so you can kiss him deeper. His lips are softer than you expect, supple and giving as they move with yours. You trace your tongue through his teeth, hardly suppressing a whine. He tastes good, like cheap beer and weed and lust. You drink him in, a satisfied hum buzzing in your chest.

Without warning, Eren practically rips you off of him. “Not here.”

He’s dragging you through the people around you, knocking them out of the way and not stopping to apologize when he gets offended looks. He pulls you into what you know to be Jean’s room, wastes no time in shoving you up against the door and blocking you in with his wide shoulders.

You swallow hard; you’ve underestimated him.

“Another one of my thoughts,” Eren mouths at the area beneath your ear, makes you groan, “is that you’re pretty. Like, very fucking pretty. Bet you’re twice as pretty under this dress.”

“I think you’re pretty, too,” you manage to say, forcing the words from your mouth. Eren chuckles, smiling against the shell of your ear.

“C’mere,” he tilts your chin up, kissing you again. It’s troublingly gentle, long and languid as your mouths move against one another. He kisses you like he loves you; the thought makes alarm bells ring in your head, and you nip at his bottom lip to break up the emotional momentum, sink your teeth into it. Eren pulls back, chuckling down at you. “You’re mean.”

“Only a little.”

“Is that what you like?” Eren thumbs at your mouth, slipping his finger between your lips. You suck greedily, rubbing your tongue against the roughness of his fingertip. “Like it a little mean? Between you and me, I like ‘em a little mean, too.”

You nod, gently biting on his thumb. Eren groans, a low rumble deep in his chest. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.”

He’s pulling your dress over your head before you can stop him, sucking in a sharp breath when he gets an eyeful of your lace-clad breasts, the tiny thong you’ve slipped over your hips. Stronger than you’d expected, Eren pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist, slamming your back against the door with a loud thud and knocking your stupid cat ears to the floor. You can hear a few sounds of surprise from outside; surely that got a few people’s attention, but you’re lost in him, whimpering at the feel of his jumpsuit costume rubbing against your clothed center.

Eren’s sloppy, placing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pausing to suck a bruise underneath your ear. You gasp, canting your hips into his stomach, desperate for friction. You’re normally not so uninhibited, but Eren’s doing something to your head, has your mind spinning. He’s carrying you over to the bed, dropping you down onto Jean’s sheets. Eren leans down to pull your heels off, a sweet gesture if you could find the presence of mind to acknowledge it. You feel a flicker of guilt about doing this in Jean’s bed, but when Eren starts sliding a hand up your thigh, it flickers away into nothing, swallowed by your bottomless want.

“Look at that,” Eren smirks, rubbing his fingers over your panties, “soaked. This all for me?”

“Mhm,” you whine, hips jerking up towards his touch. It is for him, it was from the moment you laid eyes on him, and you both know it. His hands are everywhere: unclasping your bra, pulling your panties down, palming at your tits. You arch your back up to him, offering him your chest; he responds by closing down on one of your nipples with his teeth.

“So pretty,” Eren’s murmuring around the mouthful of your flesh he’s got, twisting the neglected nipple of your right breast between his fingers, “so pretty.”

“Eren,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair, pulling it out of its bun and wrapping the hair band around your wrist. His mouth is hot, scalding, even, but you pull him closer to you anyway, pressing his face into your tits. Eren doesn’t seem to mind, letting you move him this way and that, show him what you like and how to pull those pretty moans out of your mouth. Before long, he’s kissing his way down your stomach, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline.

“Want a taste,” Eren sounds more like he’s talking to himself than to you, “need to taste this pussy.”

“Eren,” you reach for his hair, trying to pull him back up to you. While you’d love to see what the mouth that had just kissed you breathless could do between your legs, the thumping music outside is an annoying but consistent reminder that there’s an entire party outside and you’re in Jean’s bedroom. The clock’s ticking. “Want to feel you, we don’t have time for–”

“Don’t have time?” Something wicked lights Eren’s face up as he shimmies your panties down your legs. “Believe me, it won’t take long.”

“Eren,” your protest is feeble but earnest, and you make another attempt to reach for him when a long, thick lick up your center renders you near-unconscious. You moan, a little louder than you would have liked to.

“See? Gonna make you feel so good, trust me,” Eren’s punctuating each word with a little kiss somewhere on your pussy: your clit, your lips, right over your fluttering entrance. You have no choice but to whimper and nod, canting your hips up towards him. You look down, immediately regretting it: Eren’s wiggled out of his costume, naked and beautiful and staring up at you from between your legs. You’re hardly able to swallow the inhuman sound that threatens to rip from your throat.

Where he’d been cool and calculated pulling you onto the dance floor, you quickly learn that Eren eats pussy like he can’t control himself, like his life depends on it. His massive hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, securing you against his face as you try to squirm away. He licks into you enthusiastically, moaning against you at the taste, sending a succession of vibrations through you that go straight to the fire in your stomach.

When his lips close around your clit and suck hard, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop a wail from reaching the ears right outside the door. Eren takes the opportunity to sneak a finger into you, curl it right against that gummy spot in your walls that has you seeing stars. As he works his finger in your cunt, he kisses his way back up to your mouth, greeting you with a sloppy kiss.

“Feels good, right?” Eren’s face is literally dripping with you, a sharp-toothed grin barely visible in the dim light.

“Feels good,” you whimper, daring to look down to where he’s grinding his palm against your clit. You can see the veins of his muscular arm straining as he pumps in and out of you; it’s a lewd sight, one that makes your head spin. “‘S so much Eren, I— fuck.”

“Yeah?” Eren’s smile grows darker, another finger slips into you easily. You’re practically dripping onto the sheets at this point, rolling your hips against his hand with your mouth hanging open. It’s humiliating but too gratifying to stop. “Gonna cum for me? You can do it, give it to me.”

“God– close, so c-close,” you can barely find the words to respond, the pressure in your belly swelling at an alarming speed. You’re going to squirt, you know you are, should move off of Jean’s bed or warn Eren or do something, but it’s too late.

You thrash in Eren’s grip, cumming so hard you think you can taste blood where you bite your lip. You can feel the wetness spraying from you, soaking Eren’s hand and the sheets and your inner thighs, can distantly hear your pitiful cries, but you’re powerless to do anything about it until the mind-numbing orgasm’s run its course. Eventually you do settle, babbling incoherently into Eren’s shoulder about Jean’s ruined sheets, about how you’re sorry for making a mess. Eren shuts you up with his mouth on yours; you can hear the distant rip of a condom wrapper.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he laughs, rolling on top of you and lining himself up, “gonna have to keep you.”

Before you can even think to offer to return the favor or make a sarcastic remark about how you’d never let anyone keep you, Eren’s pressing into you, and your mind short-circuits. Shit, maybe you’d let him keep you.

You hadn’t gotten a good look at him in the darkness, but he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had before, and big enough that you realize this when he’s not even halfway in.

“Eren…it’s so– s’big,” you hiccup into his shoulder, fingernails clawing into his biceps.

“Is it too much, baby?” You hate pet names, hate them, but from the greek god splitting you open right now, you love it, want to lick the word right out of his mouth and taste it on your own tongue. The genuine concern glittering in his eyes, the little furrow between his brows as he pauses, frowns down at you, fuck, you might be in love.

“No, not too much– feels good.”

Eren’s grin is feral. “Yeah? Tell me.”

“Feels so fucking good,” a little giggle sneaks out from your clenched jaw, Eren smiles wider and cups your face to kiss you again, far too gently to match the way he’s stretching you, bullying your cunt into the shape of him.

“Feel full?”

“Mhm,” he’s bottomed out now, impossibly deep, and you give him a little roll of your hips to show him just how okay you are, that you’re ready to see what he can really do.

“You’ve got–” Eren rolls his hips experimentally, punches a moan from your chest– “the best fucking pussy. So tight for me.”

Ordinarily, dirty talk makes you cringe, but something about the way he words things, as raw as if his inner monologue is spilling out of him, turns you on, makes your cunt clench down around him. That makes him happy, he sucks in a breath of air and starts pounding into you hard enough to make tears well in your eyes, hard enough to make you squeal in a way no one else ever has.

“Taking me so fucking well, baby,” Eren’s hands are grabbing your face, his lips pressing into your forehead, “never gonna let this pussy go.”

You grant him a long moan of agreement, so cockdrunk that for now, you’re more than happy to sign your freedom away to stay in this bed, pinned underneath him for all of eternity. He’s fucking into you so deep he’s practically in your throat; your breath comes out in short little huffs, choking on the brutal pace of his fucking. And god, he’s so big, but you’re taking him somehow, like you were made for it.

Eren moves one of his hands away from his face to swat your fingers away from where you’re digging into his arms, surely close to drawing blood.

“Fucking hurts,” he hisses, “just as mean as you are pretty, y’know that?”

He easily manhandles your arms above your head, pinning them above you by your wrists. The way he stretches his body to do so changes the angle he’s fucking into you at; now he’s hammering into the spot inside of you he’d found far too quickly with his fingers. Your eyes shoot open at the change, and Eren doesn’t miss it. He smirks.

“Right there?”

“God, yes, please– right there,” you sound pathetic, the few surviving rational brain cells you possess are laughing at you, but there’s no help for it. He’s already got you spiraling towards cumming again, the wetness from your cunt creating a sucking sound where he’s moving in and out of you.

“Fuck, m’close. Think you can cum again for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe, tilting your head up to nip at his neck, a tear or two running down into your hairline. You can do anything he asks, you think, anything in the world just for him, for how he’s making you feel. Eren practically growls, pistoning his hips faster.

“Need you to cum for me, okay beautiful? Cum right now.”

“S-so close– I– Eren, oh my god,” you’re babbling, eyes rolling back into your head. Eren smashes his lips to yours, grinding his hips into your clit and shoving you over the edge for the second time that night. You sob and convulse around him, back arching desperately and pressing your chests together. You’re seeing stars as he fucks you through it, grunting in your ear and growing sloppy as you tighten around him.

“Fuck!” Eren bites into your shoulder, hard enough to bruise, stilling his hips as deep inside you as he can manage. Your fucked-out brain wants the condom off, wants to feel the full warmth of him as he cums inside of you, grinding his hips against yours. Before he’s finished, Eren moves back to your mouth, kissing you deep and slow, a kiss that means a whole lot more than what you’ve just done together as a party rages just past the door.

As you’re panting beneath him, trying to ground yourself and come back to reality, Eren rolls off of you, whips the condom off, and to your surprise, takes you into his arms, pulls your head to his chest.

“You okay?”

You’re so blissed out right now that it’s a laughable question, and you giggle, watery and light into his chest. “More than okay.”

Eren laughs at that, a real laugh from deep in his stomach. The sound of it makes something warm and happy spark in your chest. “That good, huh?”

“You’re alright.” You’re trying to keep your eyes open, more than aware that your teeny tiny thong is on the floor and you’re naked in the arms of a stranger in Jean’s fucking bed, but Eren’s so warm, so comfortable, your eyes are fluttering despite your protests.

“Oh?” Eren’s voice raises in pitch, gets breathy. “Yes, Eren! Right there, Eren! I’m cumming, Eren!”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You smack at his chest, cheeks burning, but you make no move to roll away from him, preferring your snug little hovel against him to the loud, smoky party that awaits you should you leave.

“S’okay,” Eren presses a kiss to your hairline, “I like that you’re loud.”

“Not loud,” you grouch, resolving to let yourself enjoy just a few minutes of keeping your eyes closed before you return to the party. The last thing you remember is Eren humming, tracing circles into your shoulders with his fingers. You think you recognize the tune; it’s a love song.

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“Jaeger!”

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god, is that Jean? What time is it? Eren!”

Eren’s first peaceful sleep in months is disturbed rather rudely, in his opinion; he shields his eyes from the brightness of the overhead light, peering through his fingers to see you, hair a rat’s nest and smudged makeup in rings around your eyes. He scowls at the warm, empty spot next to him in the bed that you’ve already leapt out of, frantic with energy even through your hangover. You’re alternating between running around the room naked, trying to find your dress, and shaking him urgently. He bites back a grin; so you are real, and just as hot as he remembered.

“Chill the fuck out, Jean!” Eren shouts, using far more energy than he can afford to expend if he’s leaving the bed anytime soon. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 7:01am. Shit. “We’ll be out in a second!”

“Get your ass out here, Eren!” Shit. Mikasa’s here too? Oh, he’s dead the second he leaves this room. All the better to stay put, then.

“Get up,” you hiss at him, looking every bit of a pissed-off racoon as you scrounge around on the floor.

“Need my hair tie back if you want me to get up.”

“Ugh, here,” you fling it at him, hitting him squarely in the forehead. Eren chuckles, pulling his hair off of his neck and into its usual bun. He feels empty, feels alone, realizes that he wants your touch, the same body-to-body contact that he’d enjoyed last night..

“They’re fine,” Eren grumbles, hoping you can’t see the amusement written on his face, “we’ve got a few more minutes.”

He reaches sleepily for you, pulling you back into the bed with him amidst your whispered protests, pulling your lips back to his where they belong. He kisses you slowly, indulgently, convincingly. Your skin against his does wonders for the soul-crushing anxiety he’s been putting up with over the last few months. You’re like a drug to him; just one hit and he feels worlds better, feels like he can actually get through everything weighing on him for now. Jesus, even your morning breath doesn’t turn him off; his cock twitches in interest beneath the covers. Cute when you’re angry, he thinks to himself. He has a feeling you’d smack him if he said it out loud.

“We can’t,” you breathe into his mouth, pushing weakly at his chest. Eren loves the feel of your palms on his chest, necessarily resistant in the name of a one–night stand, but lacking the force to prove your point. You want him too, he realizes. The thought goes straight to his dick, and he takes a deep breath to keep his composure, to stop himself from jumping all over you with Mikasa and Jean right outside. He’s rather impressed with his efforts, rubbing small circles on your lower back instead of grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you into his lap like he wants to.

“We can,” Eren murmurs back, already ten times happier than he was a moment ago, “just want to kiss you, that’s all.”

That makes you pull back, fix him with a stern look. “I don’t want to come off as a bitch, but I don’t really do the morning-after thing. Don’t you live, like, five hours from the city anyway?”

Eren’s not the brightest when he’s tired, and he’s even stupider around beautiful women. He cocks his head at you, smiling. “Mikasa didn’t tell you? I’m moving to the city in a few weeks.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Eren’s bullshitting, bullshitting very badly and he knows it, “just have to get some things worked out with my brother and our business. Get the operation moved here, that’s all.”

He knows your type: flighty, heavily anti-commitment, and meaner than a snake when you’re cornered. But Eren hopes, he hopes stupidly and against all reason because even if it was just a night, he meant what he said in the throes of passion. You’re funny, you’re interesting, you’re sexy, and he doesn’t want to let you go. He wants to fuck you stupid, just like he did last night, for the rest of his life.

He can’t say any of this out loud, of course, but what if he’s not bullshitting? What if he can convince Zeke to move their amateur record label into the city, where they can pick up real artists, and he can fuck you stupid whenever he feels like it? Maybe he can even learn how you like your coffee, what your bra size is, where the junk drawer in your apartment lives. Eren doesn’t know you, he knows that, but he inexplicably wants those things, wants the mundane parts of you for himself.

“Get the fuck out here, Jaeger, that’s my fucking bed!” Fists pound against the door, threatening to barge into your little sanctuary. Mikasa’s calling your name from outside too, voice harsh and angry. Eren waits for you to scold him, waits for you to shove him off of you and tell him to fuck off.

To his surprise, you make no move to get up and offer him a sheepish grin, shrugging shyly as if you’re not fully naked in his arms. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.”

Eren’s heart swells. “I’m not chancing that. Give me your number.”“You can earn my number if you buy me breakfast,” you scoff, “and help me find my dress before Mikasa kills us both.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x readaer #eren x you #eren jaeger x you #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x you #aot x reader #ti penso uni #ti penso universe #i love them this makes my heart warm!!!!!!!!!

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vviolets444rroses · 1 year

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dating ethan landry pt3

my HEADCANONS <3 :

SFW only :)

part 1 | part 2

👻; he hates hard liquor. so you’ll just be sitting with him drinking something tropical. i feel like he secretly likes pink whitney, though.

👻; he loves raves💯 he always goes shirtless too. he used to be so self conscious about it, but now he’s chillin.

👻; he likes gorillaz, tyler the creator, deftones, pierce the viel, roar… (what do you think he’d listen to?)

👻; never broken the law once in his life. once when he was little, he accidentally took a push pop and cried when he realized he had it. (guys we’re ignoring the fact that he’s GF 😋)

👻; obsessed with action, sci-fi, and thriller movies. he makes you watch them, even if you’re afraid. you don’t mind because you have him to hold you.

👻; you guys slowly started developing each other’s mannerisms and habits. i.e., you laugh like him and he makes the same weird gestures that you do.

👻; he is always updating a playlist he made for you. he notices that you fall asleep to it when he’s doing homework late at night.

👻; he likes to rub your back while you sleep.

👻; he’s the type to make you soup when you’re sick.

👻; you’re always reminding him where he last had something. he forgets so easily.

👻; you don’t have room on your bed anymore because he buys you so many stuffed animals. you guys named them all.

👻; ^^ he won a lot of them at the fair. he will not stop playing until he wins.

👻; he loves mario kart and literally any fighting game. you can never win against him.

👻; dude… he has to be good at dance central and/or dance dance revolution.

👻; his bed smells like you. he even bought a bottle of your perfume so it never goes away.

👻; whenever you lose something, he buys another one for you. except he doesn’t even tell you. he lets you believe it just showed up.

👻; his favorite holidays include halloween and thanksgiving. one, you can’t fight him on saying halloween isn’t a holiday. two, he just likes to eat at thanksgiving.

👻; ^^ makes you wear a couple costume with him. it’s always something you don’t entirely understand. all these old timey shows that you slept through whenever ethan put it on.

👻; i bet he’s really clumsy. always getting hurt.

👻; he can’t tie a tie for the LIFE of him. he bought the clip ons, so he wouldn’t have to keep bothering you to help him.

👻; he probably slaps your ass after a few reps when you guys work out together. (is this sfw? idk i had to say it though😭)

👻; he def used to wear axe body spray☠️ you made him change it.

👻; now i think he would smell like something woodsy or like the ocean…

👻; when you fall asleep during a movie, he really wants to wake up up, but he doesn’t. he just ignores the fact that you’re asleep and talks quietly to himself as if you’re awake and listening to him😊

👻; he reminds me of these songs…

die for you (remix)

love you more than me

one more love song

i’m running out of ideas so send requests :) all of these are my opinion and just that. so please be nice! like and reblog if you enjoyed 🫶🏼

#ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 #scream #scream movie #ghostface #boyfriend headcanons #vviolets444rroses

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wedgie-stories · 7 months

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Pt. 1 It’s a cool Halloween day with leaves turning and falling off trees. Christian, Joey, and Kyle are sitting in their last class of the day talking about the costume party that they’re going to. Christian tells the guys just to run to their places and grab their costumes and coke hangout at his place till they go.

Joey then began talking about his pirate costume he got to wear and asking them if the eye patch would be too dorky to wear. The other two told him to bring and when they get ready they’ll see. Kyle in a loud voice was telling them how he messed up his boxer costume! He tells them his shorts he ordered came in last night but he didn’t realize they were tear away shorts. The other guys asked him in a puzzled expression, what are tear away shorts? They are shorts that have buttons on both sides that hold the front and back together. They both tell him that it will be fine and he agreed since he didn’t have time to get another pair in time. Christian told the other guys they could have just did something simple like him. I only have two pieces, my hood and spidey suit! Christian said. A few minutes later the bell rang dismissing them, Christian told the guys to go home get their stuff and head over.

As Christian was walking home he approached his house and saw that his mom added more decorations outside. His mother was obsessed with Halloween and spooky season. He walked up the sidewalk to his front door when his mother jumped out and startled him. Christian agitated with his mom said you have got to stop doing that, I almost peed myself. She just laughed and said honey you like the new decorations? Christian looked at a group of five skeletons just wearing a red and white letterman’s. Oh real scary mom, what are they gonna do steal my lunch money?! She giggled and said I got them because they were cute. I also got these three scarecrows but will have to wait till next year for the poles to be put in the ground. They both walked inside his mom asking how his day was and small talk. As they entered the living on the coffee table was an old looking leather book. She says OH LOOK at this, she exclaims! Christian looks at the book and says what is it. She says I have no idea but it looks cool and creepy. She tells him not to look at it because the writing on the pages look superstitious.

After about and hour goes past, the doorbell rings and he goes down to get it and Kyle and Joey are there. About time you guys got here, Christian exclaimed. At the same time Christian’s mom was coming down in her overly magnificent which costume. She greeted the other two boys. She looked at Christian and told him she was leaving for her party and that they better behave. As she began to walk away and if y’all aren’t I’ll put a spell on you. Christian rolled his eyes at his mom’s corny joke.

The guys walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. They began watching YouTube videos trying to kill time. Until Joey noticed the old book on the coffee table. He grabbed it and Christian told him to be careful that his mom just got it. He proceeded to tell them about how his mom is superstitious and doesn’t want him opening. Joey looked at him and said sounds like you are scared. Christian said no I’m not and grabbed the book. He opened it up to a random page and it says “Possessus Objectum” he began reading the page out loud to his friends. As he finished reading the lights shutoff and back on making them jump. Christian a little freaked out said “okay guys I think it’s time to get ready.” They all are getting ready when there’s a knock at the door. Kyle was already done changing since he just had to change his pants. He walked over to the door thinking it was some trick or treaters super early. Kyle opened the door and what he saw is something he didn’t expect. It was the five skeletons from the front yard but they were alive! Kyle let out girlish scream and turned to run. As he was running he turned the corner to go up the stairs. As he did one of the skeletons reached out and got a fist full of his shorts. Kyle kept running up the stairs but as he did he ran right out of his shorts due to the tear away buttons. He continued to Christian’s room. He barged into the room Christian with his spidey suit only pulled up just past his waist said what the hell man ever heard of knocking, where’s your pants, and cute little undies are you 5. Kyle looked at him and said ghost are after me. Christian laughed and walked over holding ups his costume so it didn’t fall to the ground to the door. Kyle said don’t do it and Christian opened it up and saw the skeletons, before he could do anything one reached and grabbed him by the throat. Christian in shock grabbed the skeleton’s arm trying to break out of the hold, but when he did that the moving of trying to get free caused his costume to slid to his ankles leaving his American Eagle briefs on display. The skeletons began laughing at the two boys, by that time the bathroom door across the hall opened up and Joey saw what was taking place. He attempted to slam the door shut but before he could one of the skeletons caught the door and pushed he was in grabbing the other boy. They drug all the boys down to the living room together. One of the skeletons looked at Christian and told him I’m here to steal your lunch money nerd. Christian looking at him said what are you talking about. The skeleton said I heard what you said about us being scary! Christian said I was just joking with my mom. The main skeleton laughed oh it was just joke,well we will leave you be. Christian still freaked out about the situation nervously laughing said really. The skeleton said no, we’re gonna hangout all night scaring people starting with you all. The skeleton looked at them all and said something seems to be off here, don’t you think guys one skeleton says to the others. They all chuckled and agreed. The main skeleton looked at Joey and Kyle and told them they they’re going to need their clothes. Joey said absolutely not happening. The skeleton pointed at Joey and nodded. One of the other skeletons grabbed him with his super strength and drugged him off down the hallway. The other boys could hear him protest yelling no no no then heard a toilet flush. A few seconds later the skeleton came out dragging Joey and threw him back on the couch. The main skeleton looked at the two and said we are gonna need your clothes. Kyle terrified of getting a swirly immediately took off his hat, jacket, and t-shirt so he was in just his little white briefs with cartoons on it. Next was Joey he slowly stripped off his pirate costume right down to his fruit of the loom tighty whities. The skeleton look at the others and said look at these dweebs and their pathetic nerdy underwear. The skeleton looked at two of them and told them to prepare the decorations. Two of the skeletons walked out the front door.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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A Halloween Bash

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.4k

Summary: You and Eddie attend a Halloween party at Reefer Rick’s lake house and step outside to have some fun in the back of his van.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), teasing, oral sex (m! receiving), sloppy blowjob, creampie, rough sex, slight spanking), slight dacryphilia, alcohol, soft!Eddie, fluff, slight!insecure!Eddie

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with Eddie lately and I can’t stop writing about him!! I hope you enjoy this fic! And please request fics!

You sighed as you tugged your skirt down as your eyes scanned the crowded room. He was supposed to be here with you but you can’t find him. You had put on this stupid slutty demon costume to surprise Eddie and the bastard didn’t even show up. You huffed softly as you sipped on your cranberry and vodka as you kept looking around at the crowd. The music was blasting, people were grinding all over each other and they were laughing and yelling.

You were about to give up when you saw a tuft of brunette hair and black leather, making you sigh in relief as you saw Eddie walk to the kitchen. Eddie spotted you immediately as he walked into the party and he strutted over you with a smirk as he saw your outfit. Tiny red dress with a garter and stockings, and those cute little red horns that adorned your head. You looked like something straight out of one of his wet dreams.

“Hey, sweetheart. You look like one of my followers.” Eddie winked as he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you close.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you looked up at him, “You’re ridiculous and you’re late.”

“Hellfire ran long.” He sighed as he nuzzled into your hair and kissed your head. “Sorry, for leaving you alone in this.”

“All that matters is that you’re here now.” You sighed as you nuzzled into his chest before leaning on the wall. “We’re getting too soft.”

He chuckled softly and nodded. “Maybe but I’m only soft on you.” He smirked and pulled back to grab a beer out of the fridge and he took your hand and pulled you outside and down to the dock and you two sat down on the edge.

“I’m surprised Rick would even throw a shitshow like this.” You chuckled as you looked over the still water.

“It’s good for business, bring a bunch of people over, get them drunk enough to have them buy out his stock.” Eddie shrugged as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

“That sounds like him.” You chuckled as you finished off your Vodka and tossed the cup in the leaves. Eddie passed you a cigarette and lit it for you before lighting his own. “Why aren’t you wearing the costume I got you?”

“Because it was cheesy. I think wearing a devil costume would really seal the deal on what people think about me.” He scoffed as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Fuck, what people think about you. They’re just a bunch of assholes. You know that.” You sighed as you took a drag of your cigarette.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed as he laid back on the dock. “Sometimes it feels like they're right.”

“Eds, come on. You know they’re wrong. You’re sweet and so kind for taking those boys under your wing. That’s the Eddie Hawkins should get to know.” You said as you laid your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. “Let’s forget about Hawkins for tonight. Let’s get drunk and high and have the best night of our lives.” You whispered as you laid on his chest.

“I don’t need to be high or drunk to have the best night of my life with you.” He sighed as he kissed your head, making you smile. You sat up and straddled his lap with a smirk as his hands moved down to your nylon clad thighs. “Just need you.”

“Not here, Eds.” You whispered as you placed your hands on his chest. “Do you have your van?”

He smirked and nodded as his hands rubbed your thighs, “Of course I do.”

Eddie was quick to pick you up and carry you to his van. He had you lean against the side of the van as he unlocked it and quickly opened it to have you climb in. You laid against the backseat and he climbed on top of you with a smirk and he pulled the door close. He pinned you against the seat and kissed you passionately making you whine against his plush lips. His hands slid up your skirt and cupped your bare ass in his hands and he smirked once he felt the small red thong you had on. He kissed down your jaw leaving little marks on your skin, he always loved leaving marks on you, showing the world who you belonged to.

“Mm, my little slutty demon.” He smirked as he sat back and shoved up your skirt to lean down and pull your thong off with his teeth. You giggled at the lewd act and he took the panties in his hand and brought it up to his nose and inhaled your scent. “Such a sweet scent. Gonna keep these.” He winked as he slipped them in his back pocket before pulling up your legs and pressed soft kisses to the inside of your leg. Nosing along the seams of the nylon stockings and down to where your thigh meets your hip and noses along the crease and down to your folds.

“Eds, mm, please… I need you.” You whined softly as you felt his hot breath on your soaked folds. He smirked at your neediness and nuzzled his way in between your folds to nip at your clit softly, making you jump and whine louder. “Eddie!” You squealed once he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud. He always loved the noises you make for him especially when he takes his time winding you up before finally giving you what you want.

“Mm, princess. You’re so wet. It’s practically pouring out of your cute cunt.” He smirked as he slid two fingers through your folds to collect your wetness before bringing it up to his lips and sucked them clean. “Sweeter than any candy.”

“Eddie, please, please. I need you.” You whimpered as his ring adorned hands rubbed up and down your thighs gently.

“What do you need from me, sweetheart. Use your words.” He smirked as his hands cupped your waist and leaned up to kiss your lips passionately.

“I need your cock.” You whined against his lips as his hands pulled you closer to him.

“That’s my girl.” He whispered as he flipped you two around so you were on top of him and your hands went down to his belt. He smirked as he watched you undo his belt and his jeans before you pulled his cock out of his jeans and boxers. You bit your lip as you admired his hard cock, he was always so thick and leaking and it curved up against his stomach. You moaned softly at how delicious his cock looked and you bit your lip softly.

“Eddie, let me take care of you.” You whispered as you take him in hand and stroke him slowly making him groan and buck his hips up fucking your fist.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He groaned and threw his head back as you stroked his cock slowly and you leaned down to take his cock down your throat. You licked him up and down before sucking on his head softly lapping at his tip. He ran his fingers through your hair pulling your head down making you gag around him. You moaned softly as he took control and started pounding in and out of your throat, groaning and praising how good you are and how good you feel.

You hummed around him softly as he used your mouth for his own pleasure and it made your thighs clench as you became more and more wet. You swallowed around his cock moaning as his hands tugged and pulled on your hair. You took him down all the way till your nose was nuzzled in the hair at the base of his cock. He groaned and threw his head back as you gagged around him till you had tears running down your cheeks. You pulled off him with a string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock making him groan as you looked up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and innocent eyes.

“Sweetheart, I swear you are trying to kill me.” He groaned as he pulled you up to kiss your lips passionately as his arms wrapped around your hips pulling you closer. You straddled his lap to have his cock slide in between your folds perfectly making you moan as his head grinded against your clit.

“Eds, I need you. Need you to fuck me.” You whimpered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to kiss him softly. He grasped your hips and moved his hand down to line his cock up to your weeping cunt, before you slowly slid down on him. You gasped softly as you felt his cock slide deep inside of you he groaned loudly as his hands gripped your hips tight. “Eddie! O-oh!” You squealed as his hand spanked your ass and you started moving your hips up and down on his cock.

“Baby, shit- fuck. You gotta slow down… fuck… or I’m gonna cum too early.” Eddie groaned as his hands stilled your hips. From how your mouth had worked him and now your walls clenching and pulsing around him, he was so fucking close but he wanted you to cum first. He knew he could go multiple rounds but he wanted to cum with you. He always cummed hard when he came with you.

You smirked and ran your fingers through his hair as you gently kissed his neck. “Mm, you like my pussy that much, Munson? I feel that good?” You asked as you moved your hips up slowly squeezing your walls around him before moving your hips back down to take him all the way.

“F-fucking hell. You tease.” He growled as his hands gripped your hips tight before spanking your ass. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

“Then do it, baby.” You purred in his ear as you cupped his face and pulled him up to kiss him passionately. He was quick to flip you two over and start pounding into your pussy, officially ruining you as you started moaning and whining loudly. He grunted and panted in your ear as he continued to pound into you.

You gripped his shoulders tight and dragged your nails down his back trying to find something to hold onto. Your orgasm hit you harder than you thought it would and you cried out his name as your thighs shook but Eddie didn’t stop, not like you wanted him to. The overstimulation made you sob with the pleasure he was giving you. You swore you saw stars as he pounded into your sweet spot.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You that cock drunk already? Already sobbing those pretty tears for me?” Eddie smirked as he sat back to pull your legs over his shoulders so he could watch his cock slide in and out of your sopping wet pussy. He bit his lip as he groaned at the lewd sight. “You look so pretty like this. All full of my cock, just so perfect.” He groaned as he slowed his thrusts down to just watch your throbbing pussy. “Prettiest damn sight,” You moaned as you looked up at him as he thrusted in and out of your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs tight while his soft brown eyes met yours with a smile.

“Eddie, baby, please, cum with me. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You whimpered as you felt his cock twitch inside of your pussy. He smirked as he moved fast pounding into your tight cunt and you cried out his name as your back arched as you came for the second time making you squirt on his cock and his Hellfire shirt making him growl before thrusting deep in you and painting your soft walls with his cum. You moaned as you felt how warm his cum felt as it filled up your channel.

“So good, baby. Fucking perfect.” He sighed as he pulled your legs down to wrap them around your waist and you cupped his face to pull him down and kiss him passionately. He smiled against your lips as he kissed back and kissed down your jaw nipping on your skin softly making you giggle softly.

He pulled back to rest his head against yours and he ran his hands up your body to link his fingers through yours. “Love you, Eds.” You whispered as you squeezed his hands and pressed a soft kiss to his stubble covered chin.

“Love you so much, sweetheart.” He smiled and he sat up and gently pulled out of you and you whined feeling empty. He smirked at your whine and he watched his cum slide out of your twitching cunt. “Look at that pretty sight.” He smirked and reached into the front seat to grab his Polaroid camera and snapped a shot of your leaking pussy.

You blushed and closed your legs with a whine, “Eddie!”

“What?” He chuckled as he grabbed the picture and smirked as it developed, “It’s for my personal collection.” He winked as he pocketed the picture after he slid his jeans on and tucked himself back in. You rolled your eyes as you sat up and grabbed one of his shirts that he had on the seat and cleaned yourself up before fixing your dress and climbed into the front seat to fix your makeup. “You still wanna go back to the party?” He asked as he saw you fixing your makeup.

“Well, yeah. Free food and booze. We’d be stupid not to.” You shrugged as you fixed your hair and your headband.

“True and after we can go back to the trailer and watch horror movies but it won’t be the movies making you scream.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes as you looked over to him.

“That was really bad.” You snorted as you climbed out of the van and he was quick to follow suit and wrapped his arms around you.

“Mm, yeah but it made you laugh.” He winked as you two walked back to the house.

“It was that bad!” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You love it.” He smirked and you nodded.

“Yeah, I do.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

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Big Roles

Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Request - Hailee Steinfeld x actor/singer!male!reader where y/n is a 26 year old single father who has a 5 year old daughter. His old girlfriend passed away due to an illness (you can decide what illness). Y/n meet Hailee during filming Hawkeye he was cast as the clone/son of Natasha Romanoff. During the few months of filming y/n develops feelings for Hailee, so does Hailee. During Christmas Hailee kissed y/n under the missile toe and they started dating. He doesn't let Hailee meet his daughter until he is very sure that the relationship between them lasts. After 6 months of dating y/n tells Hailee about his daughter. Ending fluffy and sweet.

You arrived on set late due to traffic and you apologized for being late. You rushed to put on your suit and makeup, Hailee smiled at you.

“We get to do our scenes today,” Hailee said.

“I feel a lot of pressure being Natasha’s son,” You said.

“I felt that too when I took the part for Kate. You will do fine, Y/n” Hailee smiled.

“Thanks. I came late because the babysitter arrived late due to traffic and when I left home the traffic got worse” You said.

“Oh, she is feeling better?” Hailee asked.

Last week you told Hailee that your daughter had a stomach ache.

“Yeah, she is doing better. Apparently, she was sneaking candy into her pockets and eating it when I wasn't looking” You said.

“Smart girl but that is funny” Hailee laughed.

You show Hailee the Halloween pictures and Hailee loves it.

“You made a cute Olaf. And oh my God, she is a cute Elsa” Hailee smiled.

“Thanks. She is obsessed with frozen. What did you do for Halloween? I just took Rachel to get candies” You said.

“That sounds nice. I went to a party here in the city. And this was my costume,“ Hailee said.

Hailee takes out her cell phone and shows you pictures from the party. Later, you and Hailee started to work on the scenes with Jeremy and Scarlett. You have a similar accent to Yelena but a little heavier because your character Clone was raised with Melina Vostokoff and Natasha. And your character Clone doesn't fully understand what is sarcasm.

“I'm always impressed that you can change your accent easily,” Hailee said.

“Thanks,” You said and winked.

Hailee smiled then you do scenes with Scarlett and Jeremy alone. But Hailee watched you act on set and she is impressed with your acting skills.

“It seems you have a crush on Y/n,” Florence said

“What!... What are you talking about?” Hailee nervously said.

Florence giggled and she can tell that Hailee has a crush on you.

“You always smile at him. And you laughed at that lame joke, he told us about a few weeks ago” Florence said.

“The joke wasn't that bad... It was a little funny” Hailee said

“Whatever. Y/n is single and he is good looking man, and he is a gentleman and he cares about his daughter a lot” Florence said

“But I don't know if he would go out with me,” Hailee said.

“You are hot and I think he would go out with you,” Florence said.

“I guess... I don't know” Hailee said.

“Don't be scared” Florence said.

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You are in Hailee’s trailer and you will do a live Q&A on Instagram. She has on her purple suit and you have a similar suit to Natasha's but your suit shows more dark grey. You start to read the question first...

“Do you like working with Hailee?” You said.

“Do you like working with me?” Hailee asked.

“Hailee is such a diva. She hasn't paid me back that time I took her and Flo out for lunch, and she always makes me mess up my lines” You teased.

She smacked your arm and you gasped.

“Wow, that is assault” You laughed.

“Jerk” Hailee teased.

“I’m kidding. I like working with Hailee and she is fun to work with” You said.

“Y/n can sometimes be annoying but he does make me laugh a lot. And I like how he always changes his accent back and forth easily” Hailee smiled.

You and Hailee smiled at each other. Some fans start to write that they ship your Character Clone with Kate.

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Later, you and Kate do another scene with Scarlett and Jeremy.

“We can't keep calling him ‘Clone’ I mean it can be his hero name but not his real name. Didn't you give him a name?” Kate said.

“I didn't get a chance to name him. They took him away before I can hold him,” Natasha said.

“What you would have named me if you didn't give me away?” you said.

“I didn't know what to name you,” Natasha said.

“How did all of this happen?” Kate asked

“Dreykov was making clones. He managed to get Natasha’s DNA and make a clone. When Natasha found out, she asked Melina for help but they found a baby boy in the lab. Natasha didn't know how to be a parent” Clint said.

“I wanted him to have a normal life,” Natasha said.

You didn't say anything but you walked away. Natasha feels bad and the scene ends.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✫

Hailee has been working on a song and she wanted you to sing the song with her. You agreed to it, you would meet up with Hailee at the studio to record the song.

“Sorry, I'm late. Rachel wanted to play with her toys with me” You said

“That is adorable, Y/n. She with her mom now?” Hailee said

“No. She passed away when Rachel was two years old, she had breast cancer. Since then, I haven't been in a serious relationship. I don't want to bring just any woman around my daughter. I have to make sure she will be a good role model for my daughter” You said.

“I’m sorry about your loss. But I understand what you mean. Ready to start singing? We have to do the chorus” Hailee said.

“Yeah, I'm ready,” You said.

You and Hailee go into the booth and started to sing.

“Y/n, I think you should sing that part again with more energy,” Hailee said.

“Oh, again. Okay, I will try again. Is it just that part?” You said.

“Maybe, sing the whole part again but with more energy,” Hailee said.

“Okay, I will try again,” You said

You start to drink water then you try to sing again. While singing, you and Hailee did argue about which chorus should go first and last, etc. The argument didn't turn into a huge fight, she managed to fix the problem.

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You have the week off and you have been spending time with your daughter. She is happy to have you home and play with you.

“I don't want tomatoes,” Rachel said.

She doesn't like tomatoes on her burger.

“If you don't eat it then I will take your french fries and you won't watch frozen,” You said.

“Really?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, really. Eat your tomatoes” You said.

“I want to see frozen” Rachel said.

“Later, before you go to bed,” You said.

“Yay!” Rachel smiled.

Minutes later, Hailee called you on facetime. And you picked up, you smile at her.

“Hey, Y/n!” Hailee smiled.

“Hailee, I like your outfit. You look beautiful “ You said.

She blushed.

“I called to see how you been doing and Rachel too. Like my outfit? I'm going to a fashion show here in Milan” Hailee said.

“Sounds fun. I'm here about to see Frozen 2 with Rachel” You said.

“That’s cute. I saw the movie, it's actually very funny. And I love Olaf” Hailee said.

“Dad, I like Olaf too!” Rachel yelled then she smiled.

You spoke with Hailee for a little while then you watched the movie with Rachel then she wanted to play tea party and you dressed up for her.

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You had to go to a party to celebrate the success of Hawkeye. At the party, you start to speak with friends and your manager introduced you to new people. But Hailee is across the room, you stare at her. Hailee is talking to her friends and she starts to look at you. You and Hailee stare at each other

✯ ✯ ✯ ✫

Florence invited you and Hailee to a Christmas party at her house. Hailee sees you and she is smiling at you, and Florence did notice how you and Hailee are smiling at each other.

“I will let you two, lovers talk. I have to make sure there are more cups” Florence said.

Florence left and you keep smiling at Hailee.

“Y/n, you came. I got something for you” Hailee said.

“Really?” You said.

“Yeah, it's in the room. Come with me” Hailee said.

You followed Hailee to the room and she gives you a gift bag. You take the items out of the bag.

“I got a gift for you and Rachel. Since she likes frozen I got her a coloring book and mini toys with Olaf included. And for you, I wasn't sure what to get so... I got you a gift card and a watch” Hailee said.

“Wow, Hailee this is great. Thank you so much and she will love it” You said.

You hugged her and you smell the perfume on her. She stared into your eyes and she wants to kiss you, but you got nervous and moved away.

“Again, thank you. Do you want to get a drink?” You said.

“Yeah, sure. Oh, Flo got these amazing cupcakes and you have to try them” Hailee said.

“I like cupcakes,” You said.

You follow her to the kitchen and you try the cupcakes. Then You take selfies with Florence and Hailee, and they posted the pictures on their Instagram account and tag you on it.

You are having a good time at the party. You and Hailee are making each other laugh, and she would gently caress your hand. You and Hailee grabbed the drinks and headed to the living room...

“Y/n, look up,” Hailee said.

“What?” You said

You look up at the ceiling and there it's a mistletoe. You moved closer and you leaned in and kissed her and she kissed you back.

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Time Skip...

You are celebrating Christmas with your daughter. And you are opening the gifts with her and she is loving the gift Hailee got for her.

“I have a girlfriend,” You said.

“Eww,” Rachel said.

You start to laugh and she starts to laugh too.

“Her name is Hailee and I want you to meet her,” You said.

“Why?” Rachel asked.

“Because I want you to meet her. I care about her and I want to meet you” You said.

“Dad, she is your best friend?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, she is,” You said.

You stand up and you pick her up. She asked if she can eat cookies and you said yes, she starts to smile.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✫

6 months later...

You are in Hailee’s trailer. You and Hailee are kissing each other but didn't take it further. Now you cuddle with Hailee, you have your head on her chest.

“Do you see us being together long term?” You asked.

You sit up then she sat up.

“I do see us being together long term. I really like you, Y/n. Plus, I have told you stuff that I never told anyone before” Hailee said.

“Same with you,” You said.

“Do you want me to meet your daughter?” Hailee said.

“Yeah, I want you to meet her. She knows I'm dating but I want you to be sure before we can take the next step” You said.

“I know how much she means to you, Y/n. Yeah, I will like to meet her” Hailee smiled.

“This is great!” You smiled.

She pushed you down to the bed now she is on top. You and Hailee are smiling and she starts to kiss you. Her lipstick is on your lips and you can't stop smiling.

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Today Hailee will meet your daughter and you are feeling nervous. You and Hailee agreed to spend time at your house. She knocked on the door and you opened it.

“Hailee you made it” You said.

“Y/n, I'm nervous about this” Hailee said.

“Do you want to reschedule?” You asked.

“No, I still want to meet her. I got donuts for us” Hailee said.

“Sweet. Her favorite snack is donuts besides pizza and French fries” You smiled.

Rachel runs towards you and she hides behind your leg.

“Hi, Rachel my name is Hailee,” Hailee said.

Rachel looks away and she has her arms around you.

“Rachel, she said hi to you. What do you say?” You said.

“Hi,” Rachel said.

“I got donuts for us to eat,” Hailee said.

Hailee followed you to the kitchen, she gave a donut to Rachel. Later, you go to the backyard, and Hailee is pushing Rachel on the swing. You see them having a good time and you start to smile. You take a picture of them and you don't post it online.

You went inside the house to grab something to drink while Hailee and Rachel are playing together, but Rachel fell. She scrapped her knee and she starts to cry. While you go towards Rachel, Hailee picked her up

“Put her on the counter,” You said.

“Dad, it hurts” Rachel cried.

Her knee is bleeding but it's not too bad. You went to grab the first aid kit, and Hailee wipe the tears away.

“It will be okay. Don't cry, your knee will heal and you will be fine” Hailee said.

You start to clean her knee.

“She is right. Your knee will be okay and you will be okay too. Now you can pick any band-aids you want” You smiled.

“I want Mickey,” Rachel said.

You the band-aid of Mickey on her knee. Hailee picked her up and starts to rub Rachel’s back gently.

“Looks like, you two are friends,” You said.

“It looks like we did” Hailee smiled.

You smile at Hailee. Later, Hailee helps you cook the chicken, and Rachel tries to eat a donut.

“No donut,” You said.

You take it away and put it in the box. During dinner, Rachel starts to talk about frozen and who is her favorite characters. Hailee thinks it's cute and you are happy that Rachel likes Hailee.

#hailee steinfeld imagine #hailee steinfeld x reader #Hailee Steinfeld x male reader #x male reader #male!reader

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Trick or Treat (Daddy!Elvis Headcanons)

The fic I’ve been working on for the past couple of days isn’t done just yet... I don’t know when it’ll be done... but it’s gonna be a big one! With that being said, here is the first of my halloween fics to go. I had this one in mind for a bit now and I wanted to get it out! Yes... I have an obsession over Daddy!Elvis but that’s okay.

Masterlist

Pairing: Daddy!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Most likely spelling and grammatical errors.

“Elvis! We’re back!” You called out to your husband as you placed down the bags.

“Where were you two?” He asked, emerging from the living room.

“We were looking for our costumes.”

“What costumes?”

“For twick and tweating!” Your daughter answered.

You helped your daughter out of her coat and looked up at Elvis, who still held a confused look.

“What?”

“You do know what is in a week right?”

“Yeah Halloween, but I didn’t know we were doing costumes.”

“We’re doing matching costumes. Your daughter picked them out.”

“Oh yippee…” you glared at Elvis or put on a happy face.

“I mean, oh yippee!” He brought up his voice and picked up his daughter, giving her a spin in the air.

“Good,” you smiled and stood back up. You walked over to Elvis and stood up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek.

“You’re gonna love them.”

A week came and went quickly before Elvis was dreading the costume. He had no idea what he was about to wear… not to mention… that if you messed him up… the whole world will see him looking like an idiot.

“Can you roar?” You asked your daughter and you helped her into her costume.

“Roar!” She giggled in response. You smiled and tickled her sides.

“You’re such a cute little lion,”

“We’re not going as animals are we?” Elvis said as he entered the room. You let out a sigh and turned to look at him.

“You’re being paranoid for no reason Elvis. It’s just a costume.”

“I just don’ wanna look like an idiot.”

“Do you think I would really do that?”

“Yes!” You laughed at his response and shook your head. It’s true, you did have a tendency to leave Elvis to make a fool of himself.

If his buttons were in the wrong hole, you would let him leave the house like that. If his fly was done, you were letting him leave like that. That was how your relationship was.

When you gave birth to your daughter, it didn’t end. If he had baby throw up, or snot on his shirt… you would let him leave. Of course you would feel bad, but you laughed about it every time.

It got to the point where Elvis looked in the mirror every single time he had to leave.

“Elvis, Annabella picked them out. So, if you have any complaints give them to her.” You replied and picked the hood up over your daughters hair.

“I just don’t want people to pinpoint me to this forever.”

“If anything, they will find it cute that you’re dressing up with your daughter.” You pointed out.

“Hm… true.”

“Unless… maybe I got into her mind.” You smirked gently and looked at him.

“Stttoopppp,” he whined. You chuckled lightly and stood up.

“Let’s get you dressed then.”

After Elvis whined for a straight twenty minutes you were finally able to dress him. I’m which he whines the whole time.

He complained about how it itched everywhere. Which you didn’t blame him… it did have straw in it.

“Would ya quite moving,” you placed your hands on your hips and scolded him.

“No,”

“You’re acting like Annabella when she doesn’t wear a coat. Suck it up.” You said as you fixed the buttons on his shirt.

“What kind of costume even has straw in it! I mean come on.”

“The one your daughter picked.”

“She’s your daughter also.” He pointed out.

“Oh I know, but, you wouldn’t wear it if I said it was my idea.”

“It was ya idea!? Get me out of here!”

“Elvis Aaron Presley you better stop moving right this minute.” You slapped his chest.

After you finished getting him dressed, he looked in the mirror and whined. He didn’t like that he was a scarecrow. He didn’t even look that good in it, his words.

You couldn’t understand how he didn’t understand the costumes yet. Then again, he wasn’t the brightest when things weren’t going his way.

You went ahead and got dressed a bit afterwards, and tried not to spend so much time on it. You tried to plan these things accordingly, but Elvis whined the whole time… and it took much longer then planned.

As you walked down the stairs you saw Elvis helping Annabella putting on her shoes.

“Okay, Mr. Braindead… do you know what we are now?” Elvis turned to look at you and you swore you watched his heart fall out of his chest.

“I- I mean- goddamn… they should’ve had you playing her.”

“I was only two, Elvis.”

“Movie would’ve sold a lot better if it did.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to them.

“Are you ready for trick or treating?” You kneeled down to Annabella’s height.

“Yes! I can’t wait for candy!”

She was just the cutest baby, and now with her in her cowardly the lion costume… you could absolutely start crying from how cute she was.

The three of you went outside and soon you guys were trick or treating. It was a bit difficult with the fans and what not, but you got past that. This was a time for the family.

“What do you say?”

“Twick or tweat!”

“Good girl,” Elvis smiled and kissed Annabella’s cheek as candy was put into her bag.

“Dank you!”

You didn’t know if it was because Elvis was there… but Annabella got a bunch of candy… candy she wasn’t even going to eat. You and Elvis were most likely going to have to snack on it.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” You said to Elvis as you started to take off the accessories.

“Yeah… it was nice seeing her smile.”

“Well, she always smiles for her daddy.” You smiled and walked over to him.

“And I always smile for you,” he said gently and pressed his lips against yours.

If only he knew how many more times he was going ti have to do this… with different costumes… and hopefully more kids.

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kiss-theggoat · 10 months

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The Ghost with the Most Pt. 2

The Ghost (Mitch) x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: It’s been almost a year since you’d fallen for Mitch, since he decided to keep you. You’d fit in with the other haunt actors perfectly, and started to work on your new face. Your first Halloween is coming up, and you can’t wait to impress him.

Warnings: Violence and Gore, Female pronouns and anatomy used, Reader kills people, Mitch loooves seeing you kill people, Suggestive towards end

You sat at the table in the back room, tapping your leg nervously as you listened for somebody, anybody to show up to the sketchy haunted house. The mask you wore was hot and stuffy, and the tule of your dress scratched your exposed thighs, making you wish your knee socks came further up. The costume was uncomfortable, but it completed the look so well.

A bang got your attention, you turned to the door and saw the other haunt actors standing in front of it, the clown in particular stepping forward. You scanned them for Mitch, but didn’t see him, which made you sad. You thought he’d want to see you before your first Halloween, considering how big of a deal it was to this group.

“Show time.” The clown grumbled, reaching forward to grab everything he needed, clipboards with wavers to attain addresses, the lockbox key to steal phones, and the ring of keys that all of the haunt actors get, clipped around his belt.

You stood nervously. Your room was last, and you knew they were testing if you were really worth keeping around. By the time people get to you, they know this haunted house is not just that, it’s actually killing them. They’re going to be on guard, and you’re in more danger than usual.

A pat on your back had you turning your head to meet the face of the Devil, a small grin on his face. “You’re going to do great, doll. Just remember to listen…”

You nodded in response to him, but internally, you wanted to say, ‘Lishen? How the hell do I listen to anything going on when I’m so far away from the rest of you?’ But you thought that might get you in trouble.

Again, with your head on a swivel, you desperately searched for Mitch. You wanted a hug, a kiss, even a damn high five from him before going. He would ease your nerves, but he was nowhere to be found. Your stomach was churning, hands trembling, and all you wanted was Mitch. But, as you walked back to your room, the haunt actors slowly began to dissipate, going into their own areas, leaving you completely alone in the hallway.

By the time you got to your room, you felt like throwing up all over the nice pink bedroom. You felt nauseous, like your heart was going to burst. You took your place inside the closet next to the bed, where a little peephole gave you a view of the room, and waited. Eyes closed, masked face leaning against the door. You tried to take deep breaths but the mask was suffocating. You had enough, and took it off. You’d put it on in time, it’s barely been five minutes.

You opened the door, walking out into the small bedroom. You sat on the bed, looking around. The compact mirror sitting there was enticing, even though you knew it was for the escape room. You tiptoed towards the mirror and slowly opened it, staring at your new face. The skin was stretched over implants that made your cheeks round and your chin come to a soft point, perfectly tattooed blush and long eyelashes, and a beauty mark on the right cheek to top it off. A beautiful porcelain doll, lately you’d become obsessed with staring at yourself, and so had Mitch. Your heart ached again thinking about Mitch…did he not want to see you? No…that’s not it, he was busy.

You set the mirror back down where it was supposed to be, grabbed your doll face mask, and walked back towards the closet you were supposed to be in to wait. The loud bang you heard from towards the entrance pulled you from your trance, making you tense slightly. People were in the haunted house now, and your test would be starting soon. This made it all more real for you, your hands started to shake a little bit and you really really wish you’d seen Mitch before you left. You chewed at the inside of your lip, walking towards the front door of the room to press your ear against the thick wood. You didn’t know how much you’d be able to hear but it was worth a try.

From what you could make out, it seemed like everything was going to plan. Silence, a bang, screaming, silence again. Ten minutes went by before you heard another noise, and this was closer. Much, much closer. You quickly scurried back into the closet, shutting the door as quietly as you could.

Your timing was perfect, as barely a minute later you heard the sound of a key in the front door. Confusion laced your features, the guests shouldn’t have a key to this door, its lock is automatic, triggered by another part of the house. You peered through the peephole, but the door wasn’t quite in your line of view. The door creaked open and you perked up at Mitch’s voice.

“This is the last room. I told you guys that you were close enough to the end that it would’ve taken longer to go back to the beginning…only problem is…I didn’t set this room up.”

He’s talking to the guests…he’s leading them out. You slowly opened the closet door, stepping out, your Mary Jane shoes making the floorboard creak. Relief settled in your stomach at the sight of your sweet partner in crime, Mitch.

Mitch nodded at you in acknowledgement, “Hey doll, uh…can you get your keys? I don’t got them for the end.”

You nodded. “Sure… i-is everything okay?”

Mitch stepped forward towards you, letting more of the guests into the room, one girl limping, holding her bleeding thigh, another man cradling a purple elbow and sucking on a busted lip.

You feigned shock, you were briefed on this situation and you wanted to help Mitch. “Oh my god…what the hell happened?” You asked, your hand covering the mouth of your mask. The guests moved away from you as you walked towards them, hands out and posture docile. “Are…are you guys actually hurt?”

“Yes we’re actually fucking hurt!” The girl yelled, making you jump at her sudden outburst. Mitch put a hand on your shoulder, a silent way to calm you down, reassure you of the plan. You nodded, grabbing your keys, fumbling with them slightly. “The uhm…the door is this way.” And then, you sighed, looking back at Mitch.

“The last key. I don’t have it…it’s part of the escape room.”

The man who wasn’t injured walked forward, quite quickly and threateningly towards you. “Well you fucking work in here, get the damn key!”

“I’m so sorry. I didn't set this room up, just assigned to stand in it.” You shrugged, holding up your key ring. “It’s a large key, and it looks different than all of these.”

Mitch stepped in front of you, a hand on your waist, pushing you behind him. “Listen man, we want to help you get out of here, but my manager sets up the house, and like I’ve told you. I can’t find him.”

You slowly turned towards the bed, where you knew the dollhouse was. Mitch spoke again, “You're going to have to solve the escape room.”

“We’ll help.” You said quickly, beginning to scour the room. You quickly turned over everything, making it look like you were genuinely searching, Mitch did the same. You turned, delighted at the fact that everyone was searching on their own, letting their guard down. Defenseless. You snuck towards the bed, crawling towards the doll house that kept the key. As quietly as you could, you opened it, top half of your body beneath the bed. The key fell into your hands as you solved the puzzle and you carefully put the dollhouse back together, holding the key in your palm as you stood tall.

“Nothing.” You said softly, looking around. You saw Mitch nod at you once, you nodded back. Without alarming the guests, you walked forward and slipped the key into Mitch’s white gloved hand, watching as he turned towards the door, the one you knew had a shotgun behind it. You took a step to your left, back against the wall so no one could sneak up on you and far enough away from the door to be safe.

The lock clicked and it was like someone had paused time. The shuffling of feet and soft conversation between the guests stopped, no sound, everyone frozen in place. Slowly, they all turned towards the door as the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel began to play. You had to think quickly. There were too many of them to take on, even with Mitch in the room.

“You found it! Uhm…there’s a…pressure plate. In front of the door. It won’t open unless you stand there while the song plays.” You said, pointing to the floorboards in front of the death trap. The guests looked at eachother, finding which one they’d send to an unintentional slaughter. As the song continued, you got nervous. They’d hear a gunshot and know you tricked them.

You emphasized your pointing, shaking your finger. “It’s not going to open. You have to be quick.”

The man who had no injuries walked towards the door. You thanked any god that might exist that he would be leaving his injured friends behind. Easier for you to get rid of.

The room was tense as the eerie, off-key song continued, slowing down until it paused. The man in front of the door squeezed his eyes shut and his friends stared in anticipation, but instead of the door opening, a loud shot rang through the room. Hot blood and viscera splattered onto your face and costume, your hands flew to your ears, blocking out the sound of the gunfire, then the sound of the body plummeting to the wood.

You stared at the man’s body. You had never stopped to think what a shotgun blast at just a few feet would do, and now you wished you would’ve turned away. Mitch seemed completely oblivious, stepping over the body to make it to the other guests. They screamed and scattered as Pop Goes the Weasel started back up, and a shotgun shell clattered against the concrete of the corridor. Before you knew what was happening, the man with the injured face was dead, face slammed against the corner of the dresser with Mitch on top of him.

The woman with the bleeding leg lunged at you, causing you both to slam into the ground. You groaned and gasped for a breath, the air was knocked from your lungs and it was then you noticed your mask had been knocked off.

“What the fuck…” she shuddered, her bleeding thighs straddling your waist. She began to hit you in the face, you could tell from the noises she made and how out of breath she was that she was putting in effort, but she was barely hitting you. She must’ve lost a lot of blood. You grabbed her wrists, pretty pale face now on display, and shoved her off of you, hearing her scream and grab her leg once more.

You reluctantly looked to Mitch, who had already begun fighting the last guest. A healthy woman, screaming and clawing at him, kicking with all her might. You knew you had it easy, so you looked around the room. Damn the Devil for deciding a kids bedroom was a good idea for an escape room, and it was at this moment you wished you’d been assigned the knife room or had been given the chainsaw.

With no sturdy weapon in sight, the door key shined on the floor, practically calling your name with its acicular point. The tune ended, a shotgun blast made you jump and let out a yelp, losing focus momentarily. But, lucky for you, it scared the girl as well. The doll mask skittered across the floor as you shoved it aside to reach the key, and when you finally grabbed it, you knew you didn’t have time to look at it. Time to look at her. You had to do it now, or you would never do it.

With a scream, you weren’t sure if it was you or her, maybe both, the sharp end of the key was shoved as far as it could go into the side of her neck. Warmth gushed over your hand and sprayed outwards onto your entire body, coating you both, which you supposed was a good sign that you’d hit an artery. With shaking hands and a stomach in knots you stumbled off of her convulsing, bleeding body, watching what remained of her blood soak into the wood and small rug. You stood there speechless, feeling nothing but hesitation. Should you regret this?

“That was…really fucking hot.” Your head slowly turned, you could feel blood drip into your eye, but you saw Mitch standing there, also covered in red, in shock. Mask still on, you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking but the way he stood there gave you a good feeling that you’d made the right decision.

His cloak dragged the viscous liquid across the floor as he walked towards you, hands coming to your face. With a gloved thumb he wiped the blood from your eye, revealing your perfectly tattooed beauty mark. “My little doll…” he said softly, hands moving down your blood stained frilly dress to your waist. “You’re perfect…you fit in so good here…”

You felt your heart swell with pride, love, happiness, you weren’t sure, but you were sure that he was the reason for all of it.

His hands kept moving, one lifting the first layer of your skirt slowly and the other moving down to toy with the corset ties on your back. “You did so good on your very first Halloween…I think a reward is in order.”

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rosenallies · 7 months

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can you write some sashnarcia fluff im obsessed with them

I need to stop writing when I’m high bc I genuinely have no idea if this makes any sense<33

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“There!” Marcia squealed excitedly, putting the final touches on Anetra’s makeup and stepping back to admire their masterpiece. “Ah we all look so good! This is so exciting!”

Anetra looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing out the little green dress that Marcia had dressed her in. “I still don’t know why I had to be Buttercup, I’m the only one that has to wear a wig.”

“Because, I’m blonde like Bubbles, Sasha’s a redhead-a natural one so she’s Blossom, and then you’re Buttercup because you’re a badass.”

Chuckling to herself, Anetra shook her head, tucking a strand of the black wig she wore behind her ear. “I can’t wait for next year when it’s my turn to choose our costumes.”

Marcia giggled and leaned up on their tip toes to kiss Anetra’s cheek. “And I’m sure next year you will come up with something amazing, but this year was my turn. Now, let’s go see if Sasha finished setting up out front.”

Kissing Anetra’s cheek once more, Marcia happily skipped away with Anetra following behind.

“There you two are,” Sasha called when they stepped out onto the driveway, kissing both of their quickly as they approached, “you two look adorable. Everything’s all set up, I’ve already seen a few trick or treaters down the street.”

Around them, Sasha had carefully set up three chairs with a large cauldron of candy in the middle for the kids in their neighborhood. Since they’d moved into their home together a few years ago, the costumes and handing out candy all night became tradition where each of them took turns choosing group costumes. This year was Marcia’s, who’d chosen the powerpuff girls costumes without even looking around the store for anything else. All of them loved the tradition, but it was a favorite of Marcia’s, they adored seeing all the little kids in their costumes and making them smile with a sweet treat.

“Yay! Thank you, Sasha,” they clapped, taking the seat in the middle, beaming as Sasha and Anetra sat beside them.

All night the three of them sat out front, the fall breeze tousling their hair as they cooed over and complimented all the little princes and princesses, the Disney characters, the monsters, and every other costume clad kid that came up their driveway. They only cleaned up when they were down to nothing but empty wrappers in the bottom of the bowl, thanks to Anetra’s sweet tooth and the way she snuck a chocolate here and there when she thought the other two weren’t looking.

By the time they all fell into bed, exhausted, they tangled up in one another dressed in their matching Halloween pjs.

“Another successful Halloween down,” Anetra said into the darkness, tucking herself against Sasha and finding Marcia’s hand underneath the duvet.

“Yeah,” Marcia agreed, sighing whimsically, “I kinda want one.”

Sasha craned her neck, looking above Anetra’s head over at Marcia. “What do you want, Marc?”

They shrugged. “A kid, I kinda always wanted to be a parent.”

Sasha and Anetra were taken aback, but something warm spread through them. Anetra pet Marcia’s hair softly.

“You’d be such a great parent,” she whispered.

Marcia yawned, their eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah, you two would be too.”

With that, they fell asleep, breathing evening out as they slipped further and further into slumber.

“I guess that’s something we should talk about more, huh?” Sasha whispered into Anetra’s ear, nudging her gently with her nose.

“I think I’d like that too, having a family. You know, with you and Marcia.”

“It would be lovely, wouldn’t it?” Sasha kissed her forehead gently. “Get some sleep, love. All three of us can talk about it when we’re not so tired, yeah?”

Anetra nodded, squeezing Marcia’s hand as they slept. “Yeah.”

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lydiabeck · 2 years

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With Halloween right around the corner, I’ve been seeing so many adorable dog costumes pop up whenever I’m scrolling online. And being the obsessive dog mom that I am, of course purchased a few of them for Bowie. I know he’s not going to be thrilled when the costumes show up since I’ll be forcing him to put on a little fashion show. But I guarantee he will be the best dressed dog in town for the occasion. @merrock

#merrockstarter #it's been a bit since i've posted a lydia starter #she could always use more connections/plots if anyone is ever interested<3

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cosplayinamerica · 1 year

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So my cosplay origin story started back when I was in fifth grade. I was 10 and my mom told me she couldn't afford to get me a Halloween costume that year. So I stayed up all night being really sad about it and then suddenly I had an idea.

So I ran around my house and found a bunch of different pieces of clothing and put them together. I found a white shirt I found the blue vest I found the baseball cap, and at the time I was obsessed with Digimon so everywhere I went with me I had a little demiveemon with me. So I actually even made him a mask and I put the mask on him and I had a pokeball from Burger King when they were doing those gold Pokemon cards and I put him in the pokeball and I went to school the next day as Ash. That was when I first got started I didn't know that it was called cosplay.

That was around the time [high school]that we had learned about Anime Vegas so I grabbed my cousin and then we of course did our little closet cosplays cuz of course there were no wig stores or cosplay shops or places to get costume pieces like there are today.

And we took the bus down to Vegas. I think we were 15 at the time and we were so excited when we got there and there was a whole line of people also in there closet cosplays that they put together waiting to get in. That's when I really got into cosplay when I first went to Anime Vegas cuz I knew there was a name for it and I knew I wasn't the only person that liked dressing up like anime characters.

My current cosplay: so right now at the School of Cosplay I am working on my Crow cosplay. He is from a show called show by Rock and he is a rockstar hedgehog LOL. He has a lot of spikes a lot of studs leather pants leather jacket a tail the whole nine yards. He is what I am working on for an upcoming competition at LVL UP Expo for this upcoming February and then after him I'm actually going to work on a pretty exciting and ambitious cosplay for Crunchyroll expo.

It's going to be a remake of Lelouch from Code Geass. And it's a remake because I made him a long long time ago way before the school even existed and looking back on it I hated how it turned out LOL and I want to take it up like a million notches

[School of Cosplay] It's just a nice safe space to work and it's very spacious and of course having an instructor there to answer any questions you may have is always helpful. I've always wanted to improve any time I've done a masquerade and I go to feedback I would always be told you have to take your costume up some more your performances are great but you got to improve on your costume work. And I would never know how to do that.

A lot of people can go on YouTube and watch videos or some people went to college for it. I'm more of an in-person learner so the school has really helped me in teaching me everything I need to know when helping me improve.

My number one [favorite cosplay I've done] would have to be Anthy from Utena. And there's just something about that costume that I just love. I think it has to do with the fact that growing up besides being a black cosplayer it was hard to find female cosplays that I thought looked good on me.

The first time I made Anthy, I thought she looked really cute on me and so once I started going to the School of Cosplay I wanted to remake her because I had learned so many skills there and so I made her a second time and she came out better but there was still something that I needed to perfect on her.

So that's what I made her a third time and that's the one you saw in the studio I'm really proud of how she came out. Ahe is perfection and she looks extremely good on me which always surprises me.

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So my number three would have to be Motoyasu from the Reprise of Superhero. So me and my friends had done a shield hero group at Anime Los Angeles right before the pandemic. And my friend was going to be Naofumi, who I love but the next character in line that I was going to be Motoyasu. But I hated his personality so when I was making his first costume I was looking for any reason I could find to not hate him. That's when I found out that he had a side manga series called the reprise of spear hero where he actually redeemed himself and I actually started to really really like him. So after I did his first costume I did his second costume from the side manga and it came out so nice it was one of my most difficult cosplays to make.

My second favorite Tokiya from uta no prince sama. I adore idol anime especially if it's male idol anime. And I have an obsession with a Japanese voice actor named miyano mamoru. So I like the cosplay characters he voices.

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Advice I would give to my younger self would probably be more along the lines of masquerade because my younger self did not understand masquerade. I didn't know how it worked assume that you going and getting up on stage is an automatic award. I would tell my younger self to make sure to always continue putting your best foot forward to not be afraid to cosplay outside their comfort zone and that of course anyone can cosplay do not let how you feel about yourself getting the way of what you love. Because there have been times where I have not done a cosplay because I was worried about how I would look to this day there is still a costly that I've wanted to do since I was a teenager that I have not done yet but I will soon.

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chaifootsteps · 2 years

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Got any favorite "kill scenes" from our boy Michael Myers, regardless of Halloween movie?

In no particular order.

1. The ghost sheet. I love when Michael gets these sudden inexplicable bursts of theater kid flair. Did a Halloween costume based on this one.

2. Ditto the pumpkin head.

3. When he kills Judith. I'm fascinated by the look in his eyes afterwards and utterly obsessed with the annoyed, exasperated, normal way she says his name. For that last moment, that last split second, he's just a normal little boy bothering his sister.

4. The Dr. Sartain head stomp. To quote someone on YouTube, "You know Michael really hates you when he'd rather ignore the young teenage girl trapped beside him in favor of crushing your head like a watermelon."

5. The gas station bathroom. It feels weird to watch him kill without his mask on, but in an interesting way, and it’s amazing to see him back in his element after the chained, half blind old man in white prisoner scrubs. Plus, the scene where he reunites with his mask is one of my favorites in all the trilogy, and almost brings tears to my eyes.

6. Bob’s death. That moment when he admires his handiwork. So good.

7. The death of nurse what’s-her-face in Halloween Ends. I’m cheating on this one, I absolutely hated that scene, but it’s shot in a way that really emphasizes how strong and how fucking massive Michael is, and for a second it took me away to a kinder, hornier place.

8. When he snaps Corey’s stupid godawful bitch boy neck like he should have when they first met.

9. The firefighters in Kills.

10. The mob in Kills. Just puts his mask back on like a boss, soaks up every blow they dish out, and then casually slaughters them. God, I fucking love Michael Myers so fucking much.

#Anonymous #Halloween #Michael Myers #Halloween 2018 #Halloween Kills #Halloween Ends #actual blog post

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percervall · 2 years

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Going trick or treating

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Jordan heard his wife talk to their daughter in hushed tones. The 3-year-old had been excited for Halloween for weeks, asking every night before bed “how many sleeps dada?”. He smiled and put the cottage pie in the oven, ready to heat up when they got home after the festivities at the AXA. Jordan rinsed the knife and cutting board and dried off his hands, turning around when he heard the unmistakable pitter-patter of their toddler running into the kitchen.

“Okay baby, tell dada,” his wife whispered. Jordan leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile on his face. She looked adorable in her Halloween costume. Their daughter looked up at him, big blue eyes twinkling.

“I’m the Greek Scouser!” she cheered, arms up in the air. Sophie was obsessed with one of Jordan’s teammates, she absolutely adored the Greek left back –much to the amusement of the rest of the team. So when Jordan and Emma had asked Sophie what she wanted to be for Halloween, the little girl immediately said ‘uncle Kos’, and wouldn’t let anyone change her mind. In fact, she had even decided who Jordan should dress as.

“I think my heart just might explode,” Emma said, taking in her daughter’s joy. She had even managed to pull Sophie’s curly brown hair back into a matching miniature bun. Her own hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her and Jordan were wearing the training staff tracksuits. Sophie had been adamant that daddy should be Klopp so she decided to dress as a female version of Pep. It was by far the comfiest Halloween costume she’d ever worn, especially now. Luckily the tracksuit bottoms had functioning pockets so she could hide her hands away. She just didn’t know how to tell Jordan, not after last time.

“Tsimi is going to love this,” Jordan said, running a hand through his beard, pulling Emma from her thoughts. They had spent an hour dying it so he’d look the part and it had turned out better than either of them had expected.

“Alright Soph, let's put your coat on so we can go outside. You can take it off when we’re at the party,” she said, ushering the little girl into the hallway.

For once they stood out in the crowd. Everybody at the AXA had gotten the memo to dress up. Most of the children were dressed as their favourite characters, there were a handful of princesses and a couple of Fireman Sams. Emma even spotted some great Paw Patrol costumes. Jordan was wearing a pair of fake glasses and a baseball cap that looked similar enough to Klopp’s along with the official tracksuit including the initials on both jacket and bottoms. She wore a matching set, but her initials were changed to PL. Emma made a mental note to thank the kitmen for hooking them up with their outfits. Sophie was dressed in the homekit with Tsimikas 21 across the back of her jersey, and a pair of red tights underneath the shorts to keep her warm. She’d even found a pair of official LFC socks in Sophie’s size and the girl already owned a pair of Nike trainers. Suffice to say, the little girl looked ready to play football.

“Shall we go find uncle Kos?” Emma asked Sophie as she took the toddler by the hand before she could run off again. Jordan chuckled and followed them. He worried for his daughter’s heart if Kostas ever left Liverpool. As they made their way through the crowd, they could hear people aww at Sophie and laugh when they spotted them.

“Uncle Kos!” Sophie shouted as she spotted her favourite person, breaking free from her mother’s hand. Kostas interrupted his conversation with Diogo, James and Andy, and dropped to his knees, holding his arms open. Sophie ran into them and laughed when Kostas rose to stand. All four Liverpool players started laughing when they spotted Jordan.

“Oh, that’s amazing. Has Klopp seen yet?” James said.

“No, but I don’t think it’ll take long for him to spot us.”

“Sophie has been practising all day on her best Kostas Tsimikas impression,” Emma said, “can you tell uncle Kos?”

Sophie nodded her head and shouted in her unmistakable Scouse accent: “I’m the Greek Scouser!”

Kostas laughed and cheered for her.

“Careful Kos, you’ve got competition!” Andy said with his trademark grin.

“She even has the Tsimikas bun!” Diogo said, laughing.

“It’s all or nothing for this girl,” Jordan said, looking lovingly at his daughter.

They all turned around when they heard Jurgen’s unmistakable laugh.

“I see our new signing got here!” Klopp said when he joined them. He then moved his eyes to take in Jordan and Emma’s costumes and started laughing again.

“It’s like looking in the mirror. Pep! You need to see this!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“Sophie wouldn’t take no for an answer. Daddy had to dress up as Klopp,” Emma explained. Klopp laughed again. He himself was dressed in lederhosen, playing into the German stereotype.

“I see we can take tomorrow off,” Pep said with a grin when he joined them. Emma shrugged.

“I can teach them all about stretches and how the muscles work, but I’m useless at running drills,” she said. The men laughed at that.

“Hey, maybe that’s just what they need,” Jordan said with a grin.

“Ready to get all the candy Soph?” Kostas asked the little girl. She turned to look at her parents.

“You can go with uncle Kos if you want baby,” Emma said, “Mummy and daddy will be right here, okay?” Sophie nodded. Kostas took the tote bag Emma had brought for her and carried her to the first person handing out sweets.

“Our baby’s all grown up,” Emma said with a pout. Jordan chuckled and pulled her against his side, wrapping an arm around her. Emma looked up at him.

“I’m not ready for her to grow up Jord,” she said.

“I know, neither am I. Guess we’ll just have to accept it.”

Emma sighed and nodded. Jordan smiled and gave her a quick kiss.

“Okay, now that’s just wrong,” Andy said, shuddering, “Klopp kissing a female Pep. Thanks for the nightmares.” Jordan and Emma laughed, watching Andy go to find his own children.

“It is a little weird,” Emma said, “the grey beard does evoke more Klopp and less Hendo.”

Jordan chuckled. “I’ll rinse it out when we get home.”

“Good, I prefer to share my bed with Hendo.”

“Glad to hear that,” Jordan said, kissing her again. Emma smiled into the kiss, resting a hand against his cheek.

“I need to tell you something… I was planning on a big surprise but I can’t wait any longer,” Emma said after she broke their kiss. She suddenly felt nervous, her heart hammering against her chest. Emma hadn’t planned on keeping this a secret for as long as she had, but seeing as her last pregnancy ended with a miscarriage at 8 weeks, she had wanted to wait a little longer before telling him. And with Jordan’s away fixtures on top of all the travelling for the Champions League and her work schedule, there had hardly been any time for the two of them to spend together.

“Emma? What’s wrong?” Jordan asked, worry evident in his voice.

“Nothing’s wrong. I-.. Everything’s really good, actually. Remember what we talked about when we came to visit in Switzerland?” Sophie had spent a day being spoiled rotten by his teammates while they got to spend some much needed time together as husband and wife. After they had spent the entire day in bed, they had talked about what their future would look like. A tiny spark of hope fluttered in his chest as he looked at her, nodding.

“Uhm, well, turns out we scored in Switzerland,” Emma said cryptically, fiddling with the cuff of her jacket.

“Are you-... Really?” Jordan whispered, eyes wide. Emma nodded, eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m almost 15 weeks,” she whispered back. Jordan let out a relieved laugh, hugging her to his chest.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. Another little baby,” Jordan said, a lump in his throat.

“Soph is going to be the best big sister.” Jordan smiled and brushed her tears away with his thumbs.

“Dada! Dada, look!” Sophie called from halfway across the room. Jordan and Emma turned to look at her. Kostas had moved her to on top of his shoulder, her tote bag in his hand.

“Did uncle Kos get you all the best sweets?” Jordan said when they were in front of them. Sophie nodded enthusiastically. “I got so many sweeties dada! Even ma-teasers! Uncle Kos carried them all!”

Sophie’s joy was infectious and all the adults chuckled.

“Good thing uncle Kos is very strong, baby,” Emma said.

“I strong too!” Sophie said, not at all impressed that her mum would discredit her strength.

Emma chuckled. “I know you are, baby. Alright, say goodbye to uncle Kos. The party’s over and we need to go home.” Kostas lifted her off his shoulders and gave her to Jordan, handing the tote to Emma.

“Bu-bye uncle Kos! Will you come play soon? I got a goal from Nanna for my birthday!”

Kostas smiled. “How about I ask Thiago to come with Isa and Leo and we have a competition?”

“Yes!” Sophie said, “can we mummy? Pwease?”

Emma pretended to think for a moment. “Alright then,” she said, feigning giving in to their plans. Sophie cheered, arms stretched above her head. Jordan smiled lovingly at his daughter. He couldn’t wait to see her as a big sister. He said his goodbyes to his teammates and friends, and carried Sophie outside to the car.

Sophie was fast asleep, the excitement of the Halloween party having worn her out. Jordan had managed to get the grey hair dye out of his beard. He had changed the jacket for one of his old sweaters, but was still wearing the tracksuit bottoms. Emma had changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a long sleeve top.

They had settled in on the couch. She had put a record on, neither of them feeling up to watching anything. Instead they just snuggled under a blanket, both with a hot drink.

“May I?” Jordan asked. Emma nodded, instantly knowing what he meant. He smiled that loving smile that always made her heart skip a beat, and scooted down so his head was resting in her lap. He gently put a hand on the slight swell of her stomach, rubbing it slowly with his thumb.

“Hi baby, I’m your daddy. I know you can’t hear me yet, but we love you so much already,” he murmured against the fabric of her shirt. Emma swallowed back her tears, resting a hand on top of his. She couldn’t wait to see him holding a tiny newborn, but for now she was more than content to stick to daydreaming about it.

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