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Tricks and Treats in the House of Hope - An ATG Side Story, Halloween Special

Haarlep hosts a party with a number of surprises...

Pairing: Astarion/Halsin/Tav/Haarlep/Raphael SPICE Rating: 6/5 Content Warnings: Sex, Bondage, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Biting, Blood, Vampire Bite, Aphrodisiac (consenting), Costumes, Brat Taming, Orgy, Collar/Mild Pet Play,

Spoilers Act 3 House of Hope (Mild) Canon Compliance Not in the slightest this was purely for fun. Other Notes What was meant to be a short Halloween special turned into 5k words of a very hot orgy scene which I had far too much fun with! Mood/Music The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, ORION, Linda XO "Orgiastic dances, Nymphs in trances, Yeah, we'll be the envy of the gods above. I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievious And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus"

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Raphael moaned beneath the white sheet. By all accounts this was completely ridiculous, it barely even counted as a costume, but Haarlep had insisted ...

He had been made to keep his human form, brown eyes just visible through the roughly cut holes in the white cotton, the hint of his expression somewhere caught between pleading and anger. "You're not even-" he shuddered, keeping a tenuous hold on his composure, "in a costume, Harlot. "

"Of course I am, Archduke , do I usually carry a pitchfork?" The incubus let a sinister grin form upon their lips, with a hint of sharp teeth. They were in their usual harness, which had been embellished with a few ribbons and charms to count as being different . Their tail flickered swiftly, striking the "ghost" on the behind. "Good," they drawled seductively, "do keep *moaning* like that and I might give you a treat when we're home."

Beneath the "outfit" that covered him, Raphael was, of course, entirely naked. Well, except for the cruelly twisted ropes, and the various little devices that Haarlep had attached. The incubus made a slight motion with their hand and the intensity of the toy increased, drawing a prolonged groan from deep within the cambion.

"Oh this is such fun~ We should do this far more often." Haarlep grinned wickedly, tying the ornate masquerade mask over their face before pushing open the door to the ballroom. "Now, shall we have you greet your guests?" ---

“This isn’t…do we have to?” Tav looked over her shoulder, the muscular elf holding the other end of the chain attached to her collar. It was very…secure.

“You wished to attend the party, my heart, don’t you think you should dress the part?” He tugged the chain slightly, just enough so she could feel the pressure on her throat. “It’s not like I have a particularly comfortable outfit either, though. I would question Astarion’s taste, but he made quite the offer.” He pulled the chain wrapped around his other chain, earning a small moan from Tav’s left.

“Well,” the pale elf just about choked out, “perhaps I’m having some second thoughts about that.”

The three of them were making their way out to the House of Hope, the invitation was one they couldn’t really refuse. Halsin was dressed head to toe in fine silks, a gold edged mask secured over his eyes and forehead, adorned with sparkling jewels and feathers. The fine cloth was struggling to contain his large form, and he was clearly railing against the ruffled collar at his neck every time he moved. He channeled his irritation towards his partners, however, and had to cast mending on his lower clothing all too often as their reactions continued to rile him up.

Astarion was dressed like a cat, tail protruding from a hole in some rather short and tight leather leggings, leaving most of his legs exposed to the cool breeze. His upper body was still permitted a silk shirt, to cover his back, but the front was left far more open than usual. A little…overexcitement had torn it open when getting dressed, the slight mark of a bear claw on his chest. His collar, a little joke from the druid, read “Meowstarion”.

Tav, on the other hand, was dressed in what might have been called servant’s attire, if said servant worked exclusively for Haarlep. She was almost certain that this was who had sent the outfits for her and the vampire beside her. The collar was sturdy but covered in frills, her top revealing her entire bosom and a hint of the leather straps of the harness underneath. She fussed with the hem of her skirt, desperately wishing for it to at least reach the top of the stockings that rose up to her mid thigh.

“Oakfather preserve me, my heart, I believe I made myself clear already.” Halsin yanked her back to him, wrapping his arm around her throat and growling dangerously in her ear. “Your outfit will remain as it is. I want to feast upon you with my eyes, and if you are very lucky…” He left the sentence unfinished, instead running his tongue along the edge of her ear. “Now, behave. ”

Tav whimpered, the heat rising within her to an unbearable degree as she felt the druid’s outfit straining once more with the effort of keeping his excitement contained. She couldn’t resist the temptation. She rose up on her toes and rolled her hips to grind against him, relishing the gasp of heated breath against the back of her neck.

“Do not tempt me.” He warned, suddenly pushing her forwards again. “We do not want to be late.”

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Haarlep grinned as they looked around at their soiree. It was hellishly divine, they had truly outdone themselves this year with the gifts they had sent out. Even the gith and the half elf were dancing together seductively, neither of their outfits leaving much to the imagination. When the doors opened next, they felt the frustration rise from the cambion “ghost” next to them. They manipulated their little toys again, pinching just a bit harder… “Did you have to invite all of them?” Raphael snarled through gritted teeth.

“Was I meant to leave your favourite client at home? Take a good look at her, Archduke , don’t you want to greet her?” Haarlep’s tail slid up the cambion’s leg, lighting up his nerves with fresh desires. “I can’t have them-” he gasped, the tip of Haarlep’s tail now threatening to join the toy that already filled him, “seeing me like this!” The incubus leaned in close to where his ear should be beneath the white sheet. “But they can’t see a single thing, not with this sheet here. Just keep up your ghostly moans, it’s very in character~” They laughed, an edge of cruelty in their voice as they withdrew their tail once more. The little whine of disappointment was the cherry on top of the delicious treat they were savouring. ---

“Is Haarlep even trying? I thought they’d come up with something inventive… And…Good gods is that Raphael in a sheet?!” Astarion could barely hold back the laugh, stopped only by Halsin looping a finger through his collar and growling in his ear. “We are guests here, Astarion, so remember to be a good pet or you will be taken out into the alley.” He punctuated the threat with a hand at the base of the “tail”, giving it just a little push and drinking in the moan like wine. Astarion didn’t seem to baulk at the threat in the slightest. Instead he leaned back, seductively reclining against the druid’s broad chest and tilting his head back to nibble along the edge of Halsin’s jaw. “If you want to take me outside, darling, all you need do is ask. I can think of plenty that we can do in a nice quiet spot-” “Control yourself,” Halsin groaned, finding it ever more difficult to follow his own order, “or you will be spending the night alone.” He gave the other man a short shove, quickly casting Mending on straining seams once again.

Tav felt a little jealous, or she did until Astarion collided with her back. His theatrical act of holding on to her to steady himself was fooling nobody, least of all Tav, but she let him anyway. She ached for the touch, and the firm grip on soft curves was almost as arousing as the whisper against her neck. “Keep riling him up, darling, and we will have quite the evening ahead of us. I do hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight. Or doing anything tomorrow.” He chuckled, taking just the smallest bite just beneath where her dress exposed her shoulder, quickly covering it up again to hide it from their lover. The incubus approached them, a swagger in their step and a grin on their face a mile wide. “I’m so very glad you could all make it, and don’t you look delicious ~” They were assessing each of the three in turn, sampling the flavours of arousal that were emanating from them even at several paces distance. “There will be time for the grand tour later, but perhaps you should get something to drink first? You do look so terribly thirsty.” Their look was more pointed than the claws they gestured with, a table laden with fine glasses waiting to be taken. Astarion gave the fare a sideways glance, before looking back at Haarlep. “That’s not some kind of rotten trickery again is it? I am dying - again - for a good wine right now.” Haarlep summoned a servant, ironically wearing more than the outfit that was barely covering Tav, who brought a tray of drinks across to them. “No devil trickery here, you are all more than valued guests tonight.” They took a glass and passed it to the almost silent spirit beside them. “Here, even your most gracious host will take a drink, right in front of you.” “Wait,” Tav butted in, calculating several different equations in her head to find the angle they were taking here. “I’ll choose the glass he drinks from, that way we know you haven’t planted one safe one amongst the others.” “Feeling bold today, are we?~” Haarlep crooned, laughing at the audacity of their guests. “That’s fine by me, each of these are the same. Although having you choose the Archduke’s fate, what an interesting thought.” Unseen behind cloth, they upped their wicked game again, giving a brief moment of further stimulation to the cambion. Raphael struggled to prevent his legs from quivering. If it weren’t for the tight ring at his base, the cotton sheet would need to be replaced already. He looked towards Haarlep, eyes almost watering. “The sheet.” He tried to keep the tough edge in his voice. “The costume ,” Haarlep corrected, “of course, I forgot to leave a hole for your mouth. How careless.” They pressed the fabric to the skin of his face and neck, one clawed hand gripping his chin and pulling the cotton tighter. Their other hand traced a lazy line to find the edge of his lips. “Ah, here you are.”

Raphael silently cursed under his breath as the incubus did exactly what they wanted, like they always did. Their claw cut a slit in the cotton in a smooth little line, just enough pressure to drag across his lip but not quite enough to draw blood. They brought their face closer, gazing deep into his eyes like a twisted mirror of all his darkest desire. He could smell the hot cinnamon and perfume, the soap he had massaged into their hair just hours earlier… When those infernal lips came just close enough to his own to feel the heat, yet still denying him the slightest physical touch, he nearly broke his veneer of calm to take the kiss he craved. Haarlep drew back, very satisfied with the helpless look in the eyes of the so-called “Master of the House”, lifting the glass to the newly torn hole. “Drink up, Archduke , taste the fruits of your labour, the treat that the Little Mouse chose just for you. ” He knew it wasn’t poison. That would be pointless, you don’t sacrifice the pieces from your own side of the board without very good reason and something much better to gain. But he also knew Haarlep was not playing idle games. No, the bitch was playing for keeps and loving every second. He caught the Little Mouse’s eyes, and drained the wine without pause. The temperature was both cooling and warming, and that hint of familiar flavour lingering on his lips confirmed his suspicions. It is going to be a long night, Little Mouse, you should have been more careful whose den you walked into.

Tav watched Raphael, or at least the sheet she assumed contained him, drink the wine in one leisurely motion as Haarlep poured it into his mouth. It was almost impossible to make out his expression, but he didn’t keel over. It would be difficult to know if he were simply immune to a poison that would kill her, but she couldn’t seem to find a reason why it might be dangerous. “The ghost isn’t dead,” Astarion said simply, stepping past her to take a glass from the tray, “so if the wine is safe for one undead then it’s safe enough for another. ” Despite his bold words, his first sip was tentative. “Wait.” Halsin commanded. “Like a cat, if you please, Meowstarion.” He tugged the vampire’s chain, encouraging him to face him again. “Meow~” Astarion returned Halsin’s intense gaze and began to lap at the wine, first almost comically with his tongue dipping in and out of the glass, but after a good few sips his motions became slower. Purposefully seductive. The heat was rising in him once again, and it showed both in the provocative way he drank the wine, and in the pink colour rising from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Tav was captivated momentarily, watching the indecent display. Her focus was broken by a clawed hand on her shoulder, the other reaching around her holding two glasses. Haarlep was close enough to feel their heat on her back, but did not touch her beyond the fingers just pressing on her shoulder enough to feel. “You should both have some too, you know. Slake your thirst, there’s plenty of time to enjoy the party.” The way they spoke should’ve been ringing alarm bells in her mind, but even just watching the way her partners were riling each other up was making her skimpy outfit feel like far too much clothing. Haarlep was not blind to any of this either, subtly inhaling the scent of arousal from the hint of sweat beading on her bare skin. They slid around her depositing the glasses in her hand almost without her noticing.

“Come.” Halsin commanded, almost too effectively as he gestured to Tav. She curled herself into his outstretched arm, leaning against his chest and cursing the layers of silks keeping her from the warmth of his bare body. He took the second glass from her hand, inviting her to watch their lover seduce them both now. Tav took a sip of her own drink, finding the flavour pleasantly fruity, with a slight hint of cinnamon and clove that would likely make some overpaid journalist write a full page about ages and barrels. “This is…good…” She muttered cautiously, feeling the delightful warmth seeping through her body, blossoming and spreading into- Oh, shit. She realised too late what the trick was. She could feel Halsin breathing more heavily behind her now, too, the effects of the incubus’s saliva disguised in the wine taking hold of all of them. She looked back at Raphael, wondering if she was imagining the sheet shivering…

Haarlep spread their wings, stretching out and allowing themselves a pleased little flutter. All around the ballroom, glasses were being drained. Even Tav, who had clearly worked out the ruse, continued to drink. I knew I liked you for a reason, Little Mouse, you step into my trap and continue to take the cheese.

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The soiree had been decorated and laid out to Haarlep’s very specific instructions. Heavy velvet curtains had been hung strategically, disguising the entrances to side rooms laden with cushions, beds, and even…tools… One by one they began to fill, the curtains drawing closed, except from those who preferred an audience. Shadowheart and Lae’zel looked as if they were fighting as they disappeared through a curtain themselves, though it was anyone’s guess as to what methods they were like to use or who was likely to “win”. Haarlep enjoyed listening out to that one particularly, it was…unexpected. Somewhere in a dark corner, a tall human dressed in an intimidating outfit that barely tried to hide a tapestry of scars lead an elf with a white raven into a room which had been laid out with their very specific complement of instruments. That one was Haarlep’s very favourite little friend, and they could tell the man with tentacle tattoos around his eyes would be the perfect playmate for him. The music they would make… They could dance to it all night. Other couples and groups slowly left the ballroom, aside from one pair who were simply dancing. Haarlep wondered if they should intervene, encourage them to drink if they hadn’t yet, but seeing the fiery Tiefling dance with the horned gentleman was in its own way endearing. They were enraptured with each other, in a way the incubus no longer wished to interrupt. They had enough of a banquet already.

They turned back to their…plate? They had picked out their morsels with care, and seasoned them just perfectly. “Why don’t we all make ourselves more comfortable, follow me~”

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Halsin dragged his two lovers behind him, admittedly curious about the incubus and feeling a desperate need that perhaps even two hot bodies would not be enough to sate. His nails dug into his palms as he gripped the chains, the seams in his clothes finally forgotten and coming undone as he marched them into the room behind the devil and the ghost. Raphael walked alongside Haarlep, just half a step behind them, struggling to walk straight. It was maddening, his home, even his body being used by the bastard strutting without a single care in the world. But he was too lust-drunk to protest, and he knew he would end the night satisfied one way or another. In some ways that was worse, knowing that Haarlep was right and usually were, too. Tav stared in wonder, the room was positively decadent, and yet there were so many hidden secrets. It wasn’t Haarlep and Raphael’s usual bedchamber, this place was…different. A pool still sat behind screens on the far side of the room, healing was clearly considered a necessity. Remembering her prior experiences, that was almost a relief. Haarlep gestured to the bed, winking to Halsin. “Make yourself at home, I just have one last loose end to tie up .” Raphael moaned as the gag was pressed against his lips. His arms had been bound beneath the sheet the entire time, he was completely unable to resist, not that he had any intention. He wouldn’t admit it, but he craved this. He needed it. The incubus was extremely good at everything they did. He gave them just one crumb of recognition, a hissed whisper before he bit down on the leather bar. “Fine, Haarlep, do as you wish.” “Oh, I planned to, Raphael.” The dropping of insulting pet names was as close to a declaration of affection as the two would ever get. There was no kindness in clawed red fingers that scraped against heated skin, drawing down the hooks from above and carefully securing them through tiny cuts made in the fabric.

Halsin wasn’t sure where to look. He stood on the opposite side of the bed to where the incubus was beginning to make the moaning ghost float in the air, suspended by carefully placed rope, the cotton sheet just barely revealing what was beneath as the spirit was fixed facing the bed. In Between them, however, were his two personal pets, crawling onto the sheets as he tugged their chains to direct them. Astarion’s bare chest looked delicious, and Tav…the blush on every area of her skin was just as enticing. With a quiet rip, more seams were obliterated silks giving way to tense muscles and tenser-

Halsin didn’t notice. He didn’t care. He only wanted one thing. Well, three things, if he was honest. The two lovers on the bed, and the incubus who turned to watch them with a smile, their tail flicking upwards to make the ghost moan once more.

“Drink.”

The command from the druid’s lips reached Astarion’s pointed ears like a drug more intoxicating than the aphrodisiac-spiked wine. He didn’t need a second word.

Tav leaned back automatically, reclining against the soft pillows and tilting her head to expose her neck. Astarion approached her on all fours, crawling as cat-like as he could, swishing his hips to move the tail behind him. He could feel the eyes on him, and he was ready to put on a show. He nuzzled into Tav’s neck, the bell on his collar jingling next to the tag, and ran his tongue slowly along the line of her veins. The noise caught in her throat was almost enough to drive him to a frenzy, and he bit hard, relishing the latest sound to spill from her lips as heated blood poured into his own.

Halsin frowned, the vampire might go too far if he did not remember to rein in his lust-parched thirst. Haarlep caught his eye and simply winked, an unspoken thought passing between the two.

Astarion broke his connection to Tav’s neck as the fiend’s tail curled around his forehead and eyes pulling him back and taking his vision. Behind him, he felt the tail of his costume moving, quickening his breath as the weight of the druid settled on the bed behind him.

“He told you to drink, little kitten, not to kill. The Rat is not to be emptied like your last meal.” Haarlep growled a slight warning, while stroking the elf’s silvered hair.

“I was fine,” Tav gasped, longing for the fangs to return with their incredible heat and the edge of pain that drove her wild every time, “I can handle being a little drained.”

“You will need your energy, Rat. You are dressed as a servant, perhaps it is time for you to serve.” Haarlep looked her in the eye, the searing gaze of the flames carrying several levels of meaning. “Druid, handle your animal.”

Halsin wrapped a strong arm around Astarion’s chest, holding him tight but firm as he pulled him down the bed, stopping as the vampire’s shoulders were just below Tav’s hips. “This time, drink nicely. Just like you did with the wine earlier.”

Astarion thought for a moment about disobeying, but the druid’s hand was already at his “tail” again, stirring it in a way that made him moan loudly even as he began to dip his tongue with swift flickering motions, tasting Tav like she was indeed his favourite drink. Which wouldn’t even be an inaccurate sentiment…

Meanwhile, Haarlep had mounted Tav’s chest, their knees pinning her shoulders and arms to her sides. They licked their finger and held it to her lips. “Show me. You can handle a little more, Rat, I know what you’re capable of.”

The feeling of her lover’s tongue made her mouth open anyway, her breath seeking a quicker exit from her body as her nerves lit up. Tav obeyed the incubus above her, wrapping her lips around their finger, savouring the slight heat and cinnamon, relishing in the feeling of the aphrodisiac effect heating her entire body like a hundred fires lit within her all at once. Still…the look on their face…it was too self-satisfied. She bit down on their knuckle, drawing just the smallest drop of blood that tasted like molten iron.

Haarlep laughed. Somewhere behind them, Raphael rolled his eyes. He knew that sound, he knew it all too well. The Mouse was pushing her luck…but at least this time, it would work in his favour. His own finger still felt warm, the slight edge of pain carrying across through Haarlep’s connection. Using his form like this…it was exciting.

Halsin watched his pet go to work on his other love, not caring much about what the incubus was doing. As long as neither of his hearts signalled their wish to stop, he would continue to indulge all of them. And he was so very intrigued by the huge red wings spread out before him and the long tail curling of its own accord.

Astarion wiggled his hips, an invitation to the man behind him, knowing his usual…preferences. He moaned a little, letting the vibrations of his voice move his tongue more as he continued to savour Tav’s warmth and the way she would writhe beneath him.

The invitation was clear to Halsin, but he hadn’t decided exactly what he wanted… The tail was clearly still stimulating, so that toy could remain in place, but he needed something… The idea sparked in his mind as he saw the incubus sliding their harness to one side. The druid shuffled, glad of the huge bed space they had, and rolled onto his back. He pulled himself up the bed so he was right beneath Astarion’s hips, and tore away all the clothing in the way of his prize with his teeth.

The vampire yelped, almost stopping his work, but a swift grip on his rear put him back to work. Halsin did not waste time either, taking the entire length between his lips and working his tongue in maddening patterns across every sensitive inch.

Tav was in a similar situation, faced with the perfect copy of Raphael’s cambion form. She grabbed Haarlep’s harness and pulled them close, almost choking as she took them too deep into her throat too fast. The sensation, however, was intense. She stubbornly kept going, delighting in the words of praise that rained down from above her, encouraging her to keep going. She was almost certain she heard a spirit whining pitifully somewhere off to the side, too, but her mind - and mouth - were too full to give it a second thought.

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Raphael hung in the air, eyes fixed on the scene before him. All four of them were ravenous, insatiable, and Haarlep was feasting on their desire as well as his own. They looked at him again, a wicked smile curling across their features, and finally gave the quiet permission for him to transform.

Red wings wanted to spread behind him, but Haarlep had planned ahead. Slack rope that had sat around his shoulders was now taut around the wings, preventing them from doing anything more but helplessly struggle. The rest of the bindings had just enough give to account for the growth of his body, and the only thing left free was his tail. He flicked it in the air below him, the end the only part sticking out from beneath the sheet. He knew Haarlep would have no time for him, so he curled the tail up between his own legs and took a grip to mirror what the Little Mouse’s lips were doing, eyes fixed on her every motion.

—

Mouths, lips, tongues, they all danced in the night’s soiree. Haarlep conducted the infernal orchestra, feeling an intense power flooding through them as their favourite Rat and her Vampire were both overcome by the waves of intense pleasure. They held back from their own precipice though, denying Raphael his own for now. No, that would be too easy.

Besides, the most interesting participant at the end of the bed had been too busy giving to receive. Haarlep sensed his would be the most delectable climax to sample, the sheer lust emanating from him was palpable even to those without the incubus’s senses.

Tav gasped for air, partly from having her mouth full for some time, and partly from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body without mercy. Haarlep moved off her now, kneeling to one side and waiting patiently for the other two elves to finish, drinking in the sight of the larger man taking every last drop from his pale lover.

“Do any of you wish to stop?” Haarlep looked over with a smirk, knowing the answer even as the others still licked the moisture from their lips.

“More.” Halsin nodded.

“Now.” Astarion gasped.

“Please.” Tav whined.

Somewhere above them, the "ghost" whimpered his agreement.

It took only a few minutes for Haarlep to reorganise things to their satisfaction. They lay on their back for once, arms behind their head, looking towards the three before them. “Rat, you should be prepared.”

Tav swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. But she was nothing if not determined. The incubus saliva had certainly helped. Behind her, Halsin and Astarion were readying themselves with scented lotion and careful fingers, and in front of her the incubus was licking their hand once again.

“Not for your mouth, this time, Rat. No, this will make things…easier.” They caressed her hip with one hand, whilst plunging their prepared fingers deep within her core.

Tav wasn’t sure she needed the extra lubrication, she was already a mess, but she soon felt the other effect of their saliva. Tense and heated muscles began to relax a little around his fingers, allowing for more to slip inside, stretching carefully. The groan from behind her told her that the situation there was hardly any different. The desire within her to be completely filled was becoming insatiable. The incubus merely smirked at her.

“You are so very delicious~” They whispered, so only she might hear. The words alone had her voice mingling with her heavy breaths, not forming any language but that of pure lust.

It wasn’t long before Astarion’s hands were caressing her back, his lips coming to meet her shoulders and kissing lines of affection up to her ear. “Are you ready, darling? For us?”

She nodded, understanding the meaning in his words. Haarlep guided her hips to above them, lowering her down carefully, slowly, so she could feel the friction of every ridge. Flush to their body, they were not done.

“Closer, Rat.” They pulled her body forward, leaving her exposed to the lover behind her.

She was grateful for the incubus’s ministrations now, as Astarion carefully lined up and gradually entered her, groaning himself as he felt the incubus against him.

—

Raphael watched on, almost impressed as well as overwhelmed by the phantom tight feelings gripping him harder than his own tail did, as the last of the four manoeuvred on his knees, entering the pale elf with a gentle care and delicacy. The “tail” had long since been discarded, but most of the clothes remained on. Well, except for the druid’s. Muscles, and more, had long since turned the fine outfit into little more than rags, only the ruffled collar and cuffs remaining in one piece.

It was an utterly debauched sight. He strained at all of the ropes, desperate to feel more, to be where Haarlep was, where any of them were. He was not entirely immune to Haarlep’s abilities, and it had been hours since the toys had been set to their dastardly work on his body. He needed more, wanted more, he tried to cry out around the gag loud enough for the others to hear but their own lewd sounds were drowning him out.

—

Haarlep glanced over at their captive, deeply satisfied with how needy he looked. They grinned wickedly as they licked the tip of their tail, curling it around beneath them. They were delighted with their work, seeing their favourite toy filled with not one but two of them, moving in tandem and making her feel every single nerve and muscle as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure from their motion.

The druid on the other side of the complex equation was adding to it all, matching the pace that the incubus set at every turn, taking his cues from them and savouring the pleasure of both of his lovers. Haarlep wondered, perhaps, what the man might be like on his own, but that didn’t matter now. They considered this a test of his worth, to see which would outlast the other. Perhaps not a fair test, as the elf only had one partner clenched around him, whilst Haarlep not only filled Tav but ground against Astarion inside her, their own tail teasing within them at the same time just to add to Raphael’s torture.

Indeed, Haarlep was almost completely overwhelmed. Every room in their halls was filled with a similar scene, pleasure echoing off the walls, seeping into every stone, heating the hells themselves far beyond their usual searing flame. For once, it became hard for them to hold back. This was their finest hour, their masterpiece, the culmination of multiple carefully laid plan coming to one excruciatingly delicious climax. — The ghost was the first to lose the game, spilling forth across the floor from where he remained hanging, breathless, helpless, and utterly satisfied. Tav had lost count of the amount of peaks her pleasure had reached, but when she felt the shuddering climax of Astarion throbbing inside her, her head damn near burst. The white hot pleasure was followed not long after by the incubus adding to it, pulsing through the aftershock and leaving her entire body weak. It would have been impossible to say who won between the incubus and the druid, as Halsin roared like a wild beast the moment he felt his lover tighten around him with his own release. He held on tight to Astarion’s chest, soothing him through the intensity, pressing loving kisses across his shoulders and neck even as he was overcome by his own mind shattering climax.

— They almost collapsed in the aftermath, sprawling out across the bed, unable to form words, just sounds, the odd giggle as the intense pleasure subsided. Halsin gathered his lovers into his arms, one either side, and lay holding them close, soothing them and caressing them with gentle hands. Haarlep glanced down at the trio as they went to release Raphael from his bindings, even indulging him by carrying him over to the pool when his legs refused to stay upright. It took a while before the lovers on the sheets were ready to move to the healing waters, Halsin supporting them both with his arms around their waists, their own arms linking behind his back. Haarlep noted, with some approval, that the man didn’t even seem fully satisfied. They guessed he might well be able to continue far longer, had his partners had any ability to move at all. This would be something to consider later… They spent a long time resting, tending to each other, gradually coming down from the dizzying heights they had ascended to in Haarlep’s little game. By morning, a lot of exhausted but satisfied bodies were leaving through the portals, and barely any still had the clothes they arrived in. Fresh outfits had been laid out in each room, almost in anticipation of this very outcome. The sight of so many walking home might have been described by some as a Mass Exodus of Shame, but there was no room for shame in Haarlep’s domain. They smiled and waved, knowing their delightful little trick meant they wouldn’t need to feed again for weeks. Although, they wouldn’t mind a little treat …

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If you're wondering "where in the hells was Gale for all this", honestly? He might've been accidentally left at camp. He got a one shot and a side story sequel later so I consider that I have made it up to him now.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #haarlep #bg3 raphael #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #a tav's guide #astarion #halsin #halsin x astarion x tav x haarlep x raphael

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deliciouskeys · 11 months

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@cozycornerkinktober's prompt #14: Forced feminization

Private Halloween (Homelander x Maeve)

Warnings: Rated E. Top the Homelander, for the most part, although definitely some sublander, whippedlander elements and some genderfuck in case the prompt wasn't a giveaway. Precanon, set in 2014. AO3 link. Directly inspired by my favorite non-HL picture of Antony Starr:

Homelander laughs. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going out in that. What do you think the tabloids would say?”

“That you’re a fun guy with a sense of humor, maybe?” Maeve exhales smoke from her vape. Their relationship has really soured over the years, and she’s pretty sure she’s just acting purely from a place of spite nowadays, testing to see how far she can go before he decides to call it quits. Apparently he’ll tolerate a lot. It’s like he’s really in love with her or at least whatever sickening twisted version of love that his mind is capable of.

“Maeve, be serious,” he says. Oh god is he actually pleading with her? Why can’t he just see that they have nothing in common, that she’s smoking to annoy him, and that she’s specifically chosen a costume he won’t wear so she can tell him how lame and cowardly he is?

“What am I supposed to be serious about? You wearing a cheerleader costume for Halloween?”

Homelander purses his lips. “If I wear this in public they’ll think I’m a pervert.”

“Good. They’ll be right.” She’s really pushing it. She better be careful lest he decide that it’s easier to laser her in half than break up with her. But the grinding of his jaw stops and to her horror instead of walking out in a huff, he puts his hands on the bed and crawls forward, insinuating himself between her legs, nudging them apart and rubbing his cheek along one of her inner thighs. She tries to draw back but he just follows her body.

“If you really want me to, I’ll wear it. Just for you.”

Jesus, he’s in this kind of mood today? The ‘I’ll do anything for you’ knight in shining armor mode? Maeve really doesn’t understand what he sees in her. She’s not only not trying to be a good girlfriend, she’s actively acting repulsive towards him. And yet here he is, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes so she’s actually tempted to pat him on the head even though he’s a 33 year old man whom she’s seen do despicable things while out on missions together. Whom she’d already firmly said no to on the topic of marriage, despite the fear that he might kill her for it.

“What do you mean just for me? In the bedroom?” It’s not a good compromise at all, but Maeve does want to see him wear the outfit.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbles, making a trail of tiny kisses up her inner thigh, getting close to her boyshorts. He’s hated boyshorts ever since he found out that’s what they were called, so she wears them every day to annoy him. But he’s stopped complaining. Whatever she tries to do to annoy him, he just seems to get used to ignoring. He’s infuriatingly adaptable that way.

“Okay, fine, put it on just for me,” she says with resignation.

Homelander goes into the bathroom to change. Of all things to be weird and shy about, he still doesn’t seem to like her watching him removing the top piece of his suit. As if she doesn’t notice the contrast between the foam padded uniform and the smaller, leaner version that emerges out of that stiff structured shell unless she sees the undressing happen in front of her. Maeve wonders if she should be thankful he has never complained about any part of her body, given how many hangups he appears to have about his own.

Homelander walks out of her bathroom, red white and blue uniform on, “USA” in bold bright letters across the chest (Maeve was kind enough to at least keep that theme consistent). He’s still smoothing out the pleated skirt. Maeve has to admit the feminine getup actually makes him look muscular and manly, because even though she got a large size, his biceps are something a woman would find hard to achieve, and his calves have an unmistakably male musculature.

“Where’s the wig?” she asks.

Homelander looks up at her with a deer in the headlights look. “I… you want that too?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Maeve says coldly but gets up off the bed. “Here let me help you with the makeup too.”

Homelander follows her back into the bathroom, looking a little bit lost, probably wondering why she wants all this from him. If none of the other hints Maeve has dropped about liking women have ever sunk in, she’s sure this one won’t either. She puts the wig on him, tucking his real hair into the scratchy cheap mesh, a blond long bob with bangs and falling just below the chin. It doesn’t look half bad on him, somehow, despite being a cheap Halloween item. Maeve makes him sit down on the toilet lid and picks up her minimalist makeup bag. He doesn’t move a muscle as she does his face. She finds it surprisingly hard to do it for someone else, all her motions feeling strange when not directed by a mirror image. But she enjoys watching Homelander sit there so obediently, ramrod straight, face impassive, only moving his eyes when she instructs him to look up at the ceiling to get his upper lashes done, or to smack his lips to spread out the lipstick.

He glances in the mirror as they walk out of the bathroom but doesn’t seem to have any opinion on her work.

“Now you can eat me out,” Maeve says, spreading herself out on the bed, taking her underwear off and tossing it on the floor. Homelander’s nostrils flare– it’s yet another thing she finds disturbing about him, the fact that he can detect her arousal and visibly inhales it deeply. At least right now they’re in the privacy of her bedroom, but he’s done it when they’ve been out and about, and she was fully clothed. She’s never called him out on it, because she’s not sure he’s aware others can see him doing it, or even that he’s doing it at all.

Homelander doesn’t put any effort into acting in any way female, but when he hooks her legs over his shoulders, buries his face into her folds, and starts sucking and licking her clit like she’d taught him all those years ago, it suddenly doesn’t matter. Looking down at him in the wig and silly cheerleader outfit she can suddenly pretend this is someone else entirely, even a different gender, and it’s an amazing turnon. Maeve leans back and moans in pleasure, and Homelander redoubles his efforts, unaware of her little mental infidelity. She’s soaking his face and he, good boy that he is, doesn’t pause much at all, sometimes running his tongue further down to slurp up what’s spilling out of her, drinking it up as if he’s parched. She’s sure he wants to bury himself deep inside her, but he knows not to make a move until her say so. That’s another bit of good manners she’s trained in him.

“You’re such a good girl,” Maeve moans out, wanting to grab him by the long hair and pull but thinking better of it since the wig will probably slide right off.

Homelander doesn’t seem fazed by the particular words she's using in praise of him and reapplies himself with more fervor, sucking on a large area while still flicking his tongue across her sensitive spots. Maeve’s eyes are hazy with pleasure but she still watches the pleated skirt slide or bounce a little bit whenever Homelander has to shift to rearrange himself. She comes loudly, gripping the sheets, squeezing his head between her thighs with crushing strength. Any mortal wouldn’t survive that kind of pressure but she knows Homelander enjoys getting his head trapped in this orgasmic vise of hers.

She was going to be cruel. She was going to put on a strapon and make him get up on her cock and bounce around on it. She was going to make him do a cheerleading chant in falsetto and spell out her name and any number of other ridiculous things. But when she looks down and sees those same puppydog, now eyeliner-lined eyes looking up at her not just hopefully but lovingly, she can’t do it. He’s so clueless and pathetic, she can’t even mock him like she wants to.

“May I?” he asks, and oh how dopey and hokey he sounds with that formal question, and she can’t deny him.

Homelander picks her up with ease, and seats her on his cock as he’s standing. Maeve doesn’t like the position– all the boring aspects of missionary, but none of the comfort of being on the bed on her back. Her feet don’t even reach the floor so she’s dangling awkwardly, held up by him, at his mercy, and with a constant reminder of how weightless she is in his arms. But she won’t tell him she hates it, because that would mean she’s lied about the five hundred previous times.

“Oh Maeve,” he says, hiking her up higher so he can bury his face into her chest. Maeve sometimes wonders if he’s a boob man but has tragically resigned himself to her B cups because she’s the only one strong enough to withstand unbridled sex with him. “I love you.”

Maeve cringes. Maybe this is the one aspect where he easily take on the traditional female role– pining for a connection, openly talking about love, naively hoping it will get reciprocated even though he’s been unquestionably rebuffed. She thinks about this as he lowers her down, easily sheathing himself into her relaxed, still aroused body, fucking up into her with ugly low grunts and inelegant jerky motions. But the wig is still on, and rather than look at his twisted, pained looking approaching-O face, Maeve chooses to focus on the blond tresses framing his face bouncing to and fro with each thrust. She focuses on the tremble of his eyelashes– already dark and enviably long to start with– now garishly enhanced with mascara. And for a moment she can pretend this is a stranger, an athletic, strong, but still feminine stranger, who’s giving her the ride of her life. Maeve can’t remember the last time she came on his cock, but she beats him to the punch this time, another orgasm rocking through her and causing her entire body to shake in his grasp. He notices and grins weakly, before returning right back to his pained, scrunched up face as his own pleasure hits him.

They lie side by side in her bed afterwards, and he doesn’t make a peep about her vaping, just all smiles and cocky little winks from time to time. She didn’t realize how happy her finishing around his cock would make him.

“You make a pretty woman,” she says, trying to reemphasize what it was that revved her up so much. “Maybe you should wear that every time we have sex.”

He snorts. “Didn’t know you were a lesbian.”

“I’m bi, actually,” she says, wondering what on earth possessed her to finally tell him bluntly. Apparently she feels intent on testing how much he’ll put up with from her.

Homelander pauses, mulling over her words, and she starts to regret them, growing apprehensive. Sometimes she forgets how easily angered he can get at others, and how much damage he can do when the mood suits him. But the long pause culminates with a simple “Good one.” He won’t listen to what he doesn’t want to hear, that’s a trait she should know well by now.

#cozy corner kinktober #homelander x maeve #maevlander #queen maeve #homelander #crossdressing #genderfuck #top the homelander #the boys #the boys tv #mystuff #fic

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leonardalphachurch · 4 months

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posting some of our old spider-baby writings we never shared. this is VERY rambley and barely edited at all but take it:

i think maybe juniors suit at first is just like. “spider kids halloween costume” or smth similar and tucker wasn’t really wearing one at first just like. a mask and a hoodie like he isn’t really getting into the whole superhero-ing thing he just kinda wants to not have his kid get caught by the government bc he’s pretty sure if he did they’d both be like. experimented on. and maybe he cares about the kid okay what of it. anyway the tuckers are doing their thing and church keeps talking about how fucking stupid this is and how tuckers gonna get himself killed etc etc and this goes on for like a few months like a minute and they have a little groove going and maybe they have some established villains and yknow things are going good and tucker says to church like, maybe they should get costumes or something and church is like. shut the fuck up that’s stupid. and tuckers like damn i was just suggesting

but then. but then. church dies.

and juniors spit. okay so junior shoots web from his mouth right and he can wrap up tuckers wounds with it and they’ll heal faster. right and so like. church gets killed and tucker is a little bit freaking the fuck out but trying to stay cool and collected bc that’s him that’s tucker he’s mr cool he’s professor collected and then. junior starts trying to like. cocoon church. to try and maybe heal him. and tucker totally flips out at this point and starts yelling at junior to stop and how this is his fault and how he never wanted ANY of this and then cops start coming in so they have to run and they’re separated and tucker ends up alone. just. completely alone. his son is missing his best friend is dead. so he just. goes home. to his and church’s shared apartment. and junior doesnt come home but like. what the fuck is tucker supposed to do about it. he’s just a guy. and a few days pass and church’s family wants to come pick up his stuff and tucker realizes he should probably go through church’s shit to make sure he doesn’t have anything in there that would reveal the existence of junior because church’s dad is HELLA sus* and in looking through his things he finds that church. made him a web shooter.

and not ONLY does he find that. okay so like in the beginning of the story junior isn’t doing crime fighting yknow he’s just a normal spider monster baby and church is like “we need to get rid of this thing” and tuckers like “no we can’t” but well ANYWAY as previously established church is a giant fucking nerd who’s into superhero comics and shit and so they just kinda. plop junior in front of like some saturday morning cartoons and junior sees these superheroes in the shows and in the comics and then once when he and tucker go out there’s a robbery in the store they’re in and juniors like. this is my moment. and that’s how this starts.

but ANYWAY as tucker keeps looking through church’s shit he find church’s comics and there’s writing all over them and tucker recognizes some of it as juniors very crude drawings but others as church circling things and writing stuff and tucker realizes that at some point church and junior were looking at church’s superhero comics together to like, design outfits and stuff. and tucker sees some of the drawings and like neither church nor junior are artists so they’re Not Great but they’re SOMETHING and tuckers so struck he’s just like. oh god i need to go find my son. i need to make things right. and so he goes out with the sword and the web shooters and an outfit made based on junior and church’s designs and he goes and he find his son

(*decided against having the director be church’s dad here instead i want the director to be an alternate church. on earth-69 church’s dad is just some random guy who was kinda shitty and probably like a tech genius but died when church was kinda young and church was raised by the counselor who, in turn, had a ranking job in charon and also got church a job there. this is because i think it makes more sense for tucker’s villains to be more chorus/charon based. whereas the freelancer stuff is more multiverse. like i think hargrove is ALSO doing multiverse stuff which is how tucker gets dragged into it but earth-69’s plot is tuckers story and that doesn’t really have anything to do with pfl. pfl is the atsv charon is the itsv.

wash is still a villain/anti hero for tucker but that’s bc wash is still important to tuckers story. okay. multiverse stuff is actually soooo helpful bc i can have wash be working for charon on earth-69 while he’s still a part of freelancer of elsewhere)

#spidervberse #spider-baby of earth-69 #those were the tags right?#lavernius tucker #junior tucker

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missmonsters2 · 3 years

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Natasha gets protective of her girlfriend when someone at a friends Halloween party keeps staring at her.

vi. What's One Little Kiss Between Friends?

vi: The first Official Halloween

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

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Annoying.

Natasha softly grunted as she adjusted her wig.

"Hey, sexy—"

"Go. Away." Natasha narrowed her eyes at the boy, who certainly looked too young to be allowed to legally drink.

The young man jolted at Natasha's look as he tucked tail and turned. A few of the other people standing around had a good laugh, including Bucky.

"What's got your one piece all twisted and up your ass?" Bucky smirked, knowing damn well what was bothering Natasha.

Natasha curled at her lip in a sneer at Bucky, who could only press his lips together to prevent from laughing.

"Stop antagonizing her," Wanda scolded Bucky as she flicked the tip of his nose.

"Ugh," Bucky complained as he rubbed his nose. "Really?"

Wanda rolled her eyes before she turned to Natasha. "Why are you just standing here? If you're so jealous, just go up to her and join in."

"I'm not jealous!" Natasha hissed. "I'm just...concernred people are staring at her."

"Oh my god," Wanda sighed as she rubbed her temples. "Plenty of people are staring at you too, you know."

"I don't care that people are staring at me, I care that they're looking at her!" Natasha's voice tinged into a childish whine at the end.

She was annoyed.

You had made her dress up in matching costumes as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, but it wasn't long before you were caught in a long-winded conversation with some stupid boy who used to be in your class.

It would've been fine, but your costume was drawing attention. Natasha swore that every Joker and Batman in the vicinity was sliding up and hovering over you.

It was unbelievably aggravating.

A part of Natasha wished she tried harder to convince you that going to Steve and Sharon's Halloween Party was stupid and the two of you should just stay home and watch movies.

After all, it was your first Halloween together as official girlfriends; Natasha really wanted to make good use of it.

And just like that, your magical powers— the innate knowledge of Natasha—you turned your head to look at her.

You pressed your lips together, almost in a way that Natasha can't tell you're refraining from laughing. She watched you whisper something to the group you were chatting with before walking towards her.

"Hi," you grinned at her.

"Hi," Natasha answered flatly.

"Oh, god, please don't do that," you sighed, and for a second, Natasha is worried she had upset you by being too...clingy. "You're way too cute even when you're upset with me."

Natasha found herself relaxing at the words as she rolled her eyes. She let you grasp her hands and pull her close.

"I'm not upset with you," Natasha crinkled her nose.

"Yes, yes, you're just jealous," you nodded your head like the world's wisdom was bestowed upon you.

Natasha wanted to vehemently deny it, the words already on the tip of her tongue. But she doesn't.

Because she is.

She knew it, and you knew it. There was no point in denying it.

"How long do we have to stay?" Natasha asked instead. "This party sucks."

"Hey!" Steve called from the side, affronted. Natasha doesn't even look at him. Sharon grinned and shook her head, rubbing her boyfriend's arm.

"You've become much too recluse since we've graduated," you tutted. "Where's the social butterfly, Natasha Romanoff? Student council president, volleyball captain, miss smarty pants—"

"Ugh, please stop bringing that up," Natasha grimaced. "We're done university."

"Ah, yes," you nodded sagely. "Now, you're Natasha Romanoff, the most popular lawyer. Pretty, smart, cutthroat, and on her way to becoming Partner. It's really hard fighting off your admirers, you know."

"Look who's talking," Natasha quirked her brow. She jerked her head behind you, and you followed her direction. "I'm started to get tempted to bring a bat with me everytime we go out."

You could see a man in a joker costume staring at you. He had been in the group you were talking to, but you hadn't really known who he was. Well, he did introduce himself, but you've forgotten it the second you heard it.

"Ah," you said dryly as you licked your lips. "There's a chance he might be looking at you instead."

"I think he's trying to come up with a clever pickup line about The Joker and Harley Quinn belonging together before he comes up to you," Natasha tried to glare daggers at him, but he was too focused on staring at you.

"We seem to be in a pickle then," you puckered your lips. "Everyone knows Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are the one true pair."

"Everyone except him," Natasha muttered. What if she just yelled, 'What the fuck are you staring at? Eyes off my girlfriend!' She wondered if Steve and Sharon would kick her out.

She hopes so.

But before she can open her mouth, her lips find themselves a little occupied by yours. It's reflex at this point for Natasha to wrap her arms around you, pressing closer with a pleased hum.

When you pulled back, Natasha blinked and tried to make her way back to reality.

Looking up, Natasha finds the guy looking confused but not deterred. Finally, he makes eye contact with her.

Natasha gave him a deadpan expression and her middle finger.

He looked offended but still not discouraged.

Bucky just whistled with a laugh. "Stevie," he looked over to his best friend. "You better tell your coworker to stop staring our Harley Quinn over here. He's about to be a dead man. Although, he's kind of a douchebag, so maybe we should let Natasha kill him."

Wanda slapped Bucky on the arm, and he yelped, "Ow! Shit, alright! I meant I'll kill him and Natasha can pick up my defense case."

The unimpressed look Bucky got only made him smirk.

Steve just looked apologetic as he started to make his way over to his coworker.

You couldn't help but laugh as you kissed Natasha again. "Alright, let's head out before you murder someone on my behalf."

"I wouldn't," Natasha whined but was happy to go finally. "Didn't you hear? Bucky would do it and I'll be his lawyer. Don't worry pal, I've yet to lose a case."

Part 6

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Cove x MC - One Shot #8 (request)

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You stood in front of your mirror to scrutinize your costume once more. You wore a bright red hooded cloak. Your moms bought you a basket to use as a candy receptacle. You grabbed it from your desk and hooked your arm through the handle. There was not much else you needed to portray Little Red Riding Hood.

Cove was set to arrive at your house any minute now. You went downstairs to wait with your moms. Elizabeth was already out with her friends. Your moms permitted her to spend Halloween outside of the neighborhood.

Your moms wore their costumes even though they didn’t have any plans to go out. Ma, a vampire, was preparing a bowl of Halloween candy for the unlikely trick-or-treater. Mom was on the couch dressed as a pirate, flicking through TV channels looking for a good horror movie. They both looked up from their activities upon your arrival.

Mom: Would you look at that!

Ma: Our Little Red. You look wonderful, darling.

Your moms crowded around you in admiration. You complimented their outfits as well. A knock at the door interrupted the scene.

Mom: I’ll get it.

Mom opened the door to Cove standing awkwardly. He wore a gray t-shirt and blue jeans. A pair of fuzzy wolf ears jutted from his messy green hair. His left hand clutched a worn pillowcase.

Cove: Trick or treat… haha.

Cove tried to laugh but he was obviously uncomfortable. Mom ushered him inside the door.

Mom: I should have known Cove would show up as the Big Bad Wolf.

Ma: Quite a pair we have here.

Cove smiled and waved at you with his free hand. You walked closer to inspect his costume.

Y/N: Those ears suit you. But…

Cove: I know, I don’t have a nose. I was going to use a marker but I thought that might be a bad idea…

Mom: That would be a very bad idea. Wait here, kiddo. I have some eyeliner you can use.

Mom disappeared for a moment then returned with a black eyeliner pencil. Cove accepted it gratefully.

Cove: Thank you. Uh, Y/N. Do you think you could draw the nose for me?

You heard your moms stifled laughter in the background. Cove’s cheeks grew red, but his focus remained on you.

Y/N: Yeah, let’s go into the bathroom. There’s better lighting and no audience in there.

You shot your moms a playful glare. Cove followed you into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet lid. He clasped his hands on his lap. You held his warm face in one hand to tilt it upwards. He shut his eyes tight. You smiled deviously.

Y/N: Cove?

Cove’s eyes fluttered open and he almost spoke, but you interrupted him with a quick kiss. His face was beet red when you pulled away.

Y/N: This might tickle, hold still.

You traced a wolf nose onto Cove’s nose with heavy concentration. His lips twisted into a crooked smile. You heard a small hum from his throat. You stopped drawing to let him breathe.

Cove: Sorry, it does tickle.

Y/N: Almost done, hold tight.

You finished filling in the nose then drew a thin line from the base to his upper lip. Cove smiled up at you.

Cove: How does it look?

Y/N: You look stupidly cute. I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me.

Cove looked away and huffed.

Cove: Oh my God, stop.

Y/N: Let’s go Wolfie, we have candy to collect.

Cove emerged with you out of the bathroom. Your moms stood by the front door chatting. Both of their eyes locked onto the pair walking towards them.

Mom: You guys aren’t going anywhere until we get some pictures.

Ma: There’s a nice spot outside by the pumpkin decorations. There should still be enough daylight to make it work.

You groaned, no matter how old you got your moms insisted on taking a million pictures. You felt bad that Cove got dragged into it.

Y/N: You get three pictures, so make them count.

Mom put her hands up defensively and chuckled. She ushered everyone outside. The pile of pumpkin decorations Ma set up stood neatly by the front door. Cobwebs populated with fake spiders clung to the exterior of the house. Orange and purple string lights blinked from above.

Mom: Stand to the side of the pumpkins, like that. Perfect!

Mom directed your positioning while holding her phone in front of her. Cove stood next to you with his arms stiff at his sides.

Ma: Get closer so you both fit in the frame.

Ma’s voice was teasing. You stepped closer to Cove and nudged his arm. He hesitantly draped it over your shoulder.

Mom: One, two… cheese!

You smiled brightly and heard the characteristic click of the camera sound effect.

Mom: Now, Cove. Put those paws up and give us a growl. Y/N, put on your best scared face.

Cove obliged without protest, desperate to get out of there. You turned to him and put your hands up to your shocked expression. Ma covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

Mom: Hold it, aaaand… Perfection!

Another click. Cove immediately lowered his hands and relaxed.

Y/N: One more. What’s next?

Mom: Model’s choice.

You thought for a moment, then remembered that funny “awkward 80s couple photo shoot” trend you saw online.

Y/N: Cove is going to hate this one. We’re throwing it back to the 80s!

Ma: Oh, good times…

Mom chuckled at Ma’s wistful gaze. You guided a nervous Cove into position then settled yourself in front of him. You reached behind to move his hands onto your shoulders.

Mom: Ha! I see what you’re going for.

Ma: Give us your most uncomfortable smiles.

Mom: I don’t think that will be a problem for Cove. The poor boy is not enjoying this.

Cove laughed quietly. You turned around to offer an encouraging smile. Teasing Cove was fun, but you wanted him to know he’d always have you on his team. He squeezed your shoulders in acknowledgement.

Mom: Ready? Like, one, two, cheese!

It was hard not to break into laughter at Mom’s 80s valley girl impression. You grimaced with a wide smile. The camera clicked.

Y/N: Okay, I have to see that one.

You rushed over to Mom. Ma and Cove followed to huddle around the phone. She revealed the image and everyone laughed.

Ma: You two nailed it.

In the picture Cove had one eyebrow raised and a similar toothy grimace. Your faces reflected the exact goofy awkwardness you wanted to channel.

Mom: We finished just in time, the sun is setting. You two better head out before it gets too late.

Y/N: We’ll see you guys later.

You hooked your arm into Cove’s and headed into the night. Your moms called out behind you.

Ma: Remember the ru—

You released Cove’s arm and faced your moms while bouncing backwards, careful to avoid tripping over the uneven sidewalk.

Y/N: We got it! The rules, we’ll be fine. Thanks for the pictures!

Mom: Stay safe, kiddos.

Cove waved to them politely. He swung the pillowcase over his shoulder. You caught up to Cove and inhaled the cool night air. Darkness engulfed your path. Sporadically lit and decorated houses lined the neighborhood. Most of the residents didn’t decorate much for Halloween.

Y/N: Let the horrors begin! We’re skipping candy and going straight to the graveyard.

The devilish grin on your face caused Cove to roll his eyes. He gently swatted you with his pillowcase.

Cove: I want to pretend you’re joking, but I don’t think I can.

Y/N: I’m mostly joking. But come on, this is the first time our parents have afforded us a Halloween to ourselves. Don’t you want to do something exciting?

Cove scoffed.

Cove: Exciting and I don’t exactly go hand in hand.

You intertwined your fingers into Cove’s free hand.

Y/N: Maybe not. But we do. And I’ll always be by your side.

Cove held your gaze with burning cheeks.

Cove: Are you trying to butter me up?

Your joyous cackle broke through the chilly night.

Y/N: Trying? Succeeding? Who knows.

Innocence oozed from your coy smile. Cove deflected its power with the executive decision to turn into the first decorated house. You followed begrudgingly but flashed your best “gimme candy” smile when Cove pushed the doorbell. The residents gushed over your matching costumes and dumped handfuls of candy into your receptacles.

Y/N: Maybe trick-or-treating isn’t such a bad idea. It’s like we’re still little kids.

Cove: Well we are and pretty much always have been the only kids here. They have to unload their candy onto someone.

Y/N: Aaaand because we’re adorable.

Cove didn’t notice your wiggling eyebrows as he dug through his pillowcase. He extracted a lollipop and unwrapped it. He slipped the cherry red sweet in his mouth.

Y/N: That was a world record candy-opening. We’re still on their lawn.

He shrugged and slipped the lollipop out of his mouth only to speak.

Cove: It’s a tradition at this point.

Y/N: New tradition incoming.

You hopped in front of Cove and opened your mouth. The surge of your heartbeat surprised you. Cove’s face twisted into a smile.

Cove: You are relentless.

He offered you the lollipop. Your tongue traced around it before it disappeared into your mouth. Eye contact with Cove didn’t break. His eyes narrowed as you pulled back.

Y/N: Thanks, Cove. Very sweet.

Cove returned the lollipop to his mouth and mumbled..

Cove: Anytime, Y/N.

Cove walked ahead without another word, cheeks stained red. You conceded to trick or treating without any more resistance. The next house gave another handful of candy.

Y/N: Score! Look at all the Reese’s we got.

You skipped across the lawn while unwrapping the candy. Your hood flopped off your head. Cove caught up to you and pulled the hood back onto your head. He rested his hand on your head for a moment and gave you a twinkling smile.

The rest of the houses on your street followed the pattern of complimenting your costumes and unloading hoards of candy. You crossed streets and turned corners all throughout the neighborhood until you stopped recognizing the houses.

Y/N: It’s a shame Miranda and Terri couldn’t join us. There’s plenty of candy to go around.

Cove: Mhmm.

Cove finished chewing on chocolate taffy to speak.

Cove: Miranda’s mom was pretty insistent they spend Halloween with the family.

Y/N: This poor neighborhood will never know what a bustling Halloween is like.

Cove: I think that fits. This neighborhood is allergic to fun. .

Cove shoved a handful of sour candy into his mouth and grimaced at the punchy flavor.

Y/N: When I move out I want to live somewhere that takes Halloween seriously. Decorations at every house. Costumed kids wandering the streets for candy. The moon would be full and bright with stars dotting the sky.

You fell into a daydream imagining your perfect Halloween. You loved the holidays you spent with Cove and your family, but you missed out on the classic seasonal vibes.

Cove: Sounds like you want to live in a horror movie. But I get it. I would love that for you. You deserve it.

Cove absentmindedly dug through his pillowcase again for more candy. You chose to munch on a piece of chocolate from your basket.

Y/N: You better be okay with it, you’re gonna be joining me after all.

Cove’s eyes widened at your bold proclamation, but he didn’t argue. There was an unspoken and shared desire to stay by each other's sides forever. You walked in comfortable silence until you neared the end of your neighborhood. Having pillaged every available house, your basket weighed down with candy. Cove mumbled through the strip of licorice he was gnawing.

Cove: End of the line.

You popped another piece of chocolate in your mouth dejectedly.

Y/N: The night is still so young.

Cove: Maybe the night doesn’t have to end yet.

You perked up.

Y/N: What are you scheming?

Cove: Not scheming anything. But if you were serious before we could go somewhere scary…

Y/N: Graveyard! We’re going to the graveyard.

Cove: Actually, I was thinking of something a little less cursed.

Y/N: But I want to get cursed.

You crossed your arms and stomped defiantly. Cove shook his head in amusement.

Cove: Hey, impersonating Jeremy is my job.

Y/N: Spill it, where are we going?

Cove: You’ll have to find out. Maybe I’ll blindfold you…

Cove pretended to consider that option seriously.

Cove: I’m kidding.

Y/N: Sure you are.

He slipped his fingers between yours and tugged you along. The direction you walked in was unfamiliar. You ended up in a part of your neighborhood that you didn’t frequent. Every house on this stretch of road was dark. The flickering street lamps above provided the only light source.

Y/N: Did you get us lost?

Cove: I swear we were retracing our steps…

Y/N: So that’s a yes.

You turned onto a road lined only with trees. The maze of houses stood in your past. The silence was staggering. The crash of the ocean was no longer audible from this distance.

Cove: If we keep going this way it will probably loop back to our street.

Y/N: Are you as excited as I am for this adventure? Don’t answer that, I already know you’re not.

You bounced excitedly at the spooky stretch of road ahead of you. Cove tightened his grip on your hand and chuckled.

Cove: I’m determined to get us home unscathed.

Y/N: Unless we run into a masked mechanic impersonator I think we’ll be okay.

Your heart surged as you took in the eerie path. Crunchy leaves fluttered in the chilling breeze. The streetlamps dwindled as you proceeded. Darkness consumed the uneven slabs beneath your feet. Cove hummed to fill the silence.

Y/N: Life’s no fun without a good scare.

Cove: You got it!

Y/N: Well it is the only Halloween movie you can stand to watch.

Cove: Because it’s not that scary.

Y/N: It’s not scary at all—

A faint glow in the distance caught your eye and halted your sentence.

Y/N: Speaking of scary. I think we’re coming upon something.

You pulled ahead, leading the still-attached Cove behind you. As you drew closer you noticed a tall wrought iron fence. The creaky sign loomed above the entrance. Cemetery.

Y/N: Fate must have led us here. The Halloween gods do care.

Cove: We’re not going to go inside, are we?

Y/N: Think of it as a shortcut. We’ll pop out on the other side of this road in no time.

Cove shifted beside you and released your hand. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. You clung to his arm and looked up at him pleadingly.

Y/N: Come on, you’re my big bad wolf. You have to protect me.

Cove: I thought we agreed on “not-so-bad.”

You poked out your bottom lip.

Y/N: I’ll feed you my candy.

Cove: Now you’re baiting me.

He paused for a moment to consider his options.

Cove: Let’s go in.

Cove stepped toward the entrance and waited with an open palm.

Y/N: I see. Anything for candy.

Cove: Anything for you.

You accepted his hand and walked side by side into the graveyard. The winding dirt path felt soft beneath your feet. Patches of grass and weeds sprouted from the dirt. The crumbling headstones were barely legible under years of erosion and moss. A blanket of mist lingered over the ground in the distance.

Y/N: This place is ancient. Look at how old the headstones are.

Cove: I’m sure the ghosts don’t mind.

Y/N: Don’t tell me you still believe in ghosts.

Cove: I stopped believing in them around the same time I stopped believing in mermaids. But this place feels… I don’t know. Active?

Y/N: I feel it, too. An ominous energy. Like the wind is calling us. Tempting us to the other side…

Cove adjusted his slippery grip on your hand, his tenacity waning.

Cove: Where’s that candy you promised me?

Y/N: Ha! Okay, okay. What do you want?

Cove: Mmm, surprise me?

You blindly shuffled the candy around in your basket and felt the familiar shape of a foil-wrapped chocolate.

Y/N: How about I give you a Kiss?

Cove’s mouth opened to protest, then he noticed the small shiny chocolate presented on your palm.

Cove: Oh, good. I thought you meant a kiss kiss.

Y/N: Hey! Rude.

Cove: I’m only kidding. I’ll take both.

Y/N: Chocolate first. Then we’ll see if you even deserve a real kiss.

Cove opened his mouth to accept the chocolate kiss. He smiled sweetly and hummed as he savored the flavor.

Cove: Can I get that other kiss now?

Y/N: I guess…

Cove puckered his lips. You stepped closer, gripping your wicker basket in front of you with both hands. The wind rustled the red hood against your head. Cove used his free hand to cup your face.

Cove: You’re the cutest Little Red—

A distant rumble split the romantic tension. Dust swirled around you in the charged atmosphere. Cove’s expression soured into fear.

Y/N: Looks like we’re gonna get rained out if we keep flirting among the dead.

Cove’s eyes darted away from you towards a nearby headstone. A screeching crow swooped from the tree above and perched on the ancient monolith. Cove leapt backwards with a hushed gasp.

Y/N: Scared?

Cove: No, Y/N.

Y/N: You’re not fooling me. Your hands are shaking.

Cove: Let’s keep walking. It’s getting cold and now the crows are after us.

You followed the path towards the other side of the cemetery. Cove’s clammy hand gripped yours tightly. Another loud crack shook the ground. The howling wind crescendoed and sent shivers down your spine. Crooked trees trembled with every gust.

Finally, you crossed over the threshold to the other side of the road. The misty cemetery was behind you. You analyzed your surroundings and noticed a familiar street sign.

Y/N: I know where we are! If we go in that direction then turn right we’ll end up back on our street.

Cove: That’s good news. I thought that place was gonna be endless.

You skipped ahead of Cove and twirled in your red cloak. A light drizzle dotted the sidewalk. The sky brewed menacingly.

Cove: Wait for me, it’s still scary out here!

The rain picked up with another booming clap. The sky flashed briefly. Cove jogged ahead to catch up to you. He looped his arm into yours and ran alongside you towards the sign. You turned right onto your familiar stretch of road.

Clouds swirled menacingly in the sky behind you. The rain slowed as you approached your house, but you and Cove were already soaked to the bone.

Cove: That was a quick storm.

Y/N: It wanted to wash us out of the cemetery. We were not meant to be there.

Cove: Wish the sky would have told me that earlier…

You stopped a few yards in front of your house to look at Cove. His wet hair flopped in his face. The black eyeliner on his nose smudged in the rain.

Y/N: I guess Mom didn’t use waterproof eyeliner.

He smiled sheepishly.

Cove: I look like a mess, don’t I?

Y/N: You look like a big brave wolf who conquered his fears. And I suspect it wasn’t entirely unintentional.

Cove clammed up and refused to meet your gaze.

Y/N: I mean what a coincidence that you got us lost and we ended up at the cemetery I wanted to visit…

Cove looked at you with an exasperated sigh.

Cove: Is it so bad that your boyfriend wanted you to have a thrilling Halloween?

Y/N: Ha! I knew it. You’re so easy to read, Holden.

Cove pouted dramatically.

Cove: I had you fooled, don’t lie.

Y/N: So there was never an alternative plan to the cemetery?

Cove: Nope…

Y/N: I appreciate it. It was stupid and sweet. The Cove Special.

You reached up to tousle his damp hair. He accepted the pat like a good wolf.

Cove: Can I get that other kiss now…

You wrapped your arms around Cove’s waist and pulled him closer. He tangled his hand into your hair and kissed you deeply. His lips tasted sweet with the remnants of candy. You pulled apart and admired his blushing cheeks in the dim glow of Halloween string lights.

Y/N: This was the scariest and best Halloween ever.

Cove: I agree. Can we go inside now and eat the rest of this candy?

Y/N: Yeah! It’s cavity time, Wolfie.

You walked with Cove into your house, ready to get cleaned up and dive into the rest of your candy. You felt excited to tell your moms about the adventure you had, hoping to avoid a lecture.

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vanderlustwords · 3 years

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AHHhHHH i love spooky season!!!!!! Can we get a Bucky x reader at a costume party together? 😍

SPOOKY SEASON STARTS 🧡🧡🧡🧡

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: Steve's just so fun to tease. You're pretty sure he said he was going as Luigi this year to match with Bucky. Or was it Mario? [College AU]

Note: rip to reader. Warnings for very, very terrible pick up lines LOL

count: ~1k

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The party is crowded just as you suspected it would be arriving late, and late for a frat party that didn't start until 11PM.

You try to adjust your Wonder Woman costume you threw together last minute as you attempt to find your friends. The school year had been so busy as it was your final year. Your group of friends had no time to coordinate a group costume idea and branched off as different things.

You're pretty sure Natasha was somewhere in a sexy nurse costume, and Wanda was a witch. You first caught Steve standing in the distance talking to some girl and smiled.

Steve was probably the only person who had put some effort into his costume this year. He coordinated with Bucky to be Mario and Luigi, even going as far as to use temporary dye to color his hair to match.

You stared at his board back in overalls with a green shirt and matching hat. You smirked as you began to walk up to greet Steve, ready to ruin his flirting with whatever girl he was standing with. It would be revenge for coming over last week to study with Nat and stealing your last brownie.

As you got closer, you wrapped your arms around his waist, your chin over his shoulder as you purred, "Hey, handsome. Think you're up for a repeat of last night's activities? I might not be the princess but you can definitely taste my peach."

The girl standing with Steve had a look of shock as her jaw dropped. She immediately huffed before glaring at the two of you before storming off.

You started to laugh as you unwrapped your arms from around his waist and stood in front of Steve.

Except.

When you looked up—it was definitely not Steve.

Bucky had his brow quirked at you, the tip of his ears red, and he adjusted his hat over them.

Shock and mortification flood your body as you open your mouth, but no words come out.

How could you mistake Bucky for Steve—

"I know I drank a little yesterday, but I don't think I was wasted enough to forget jumping into bed with you," Bucky says after he clears his throat.

"Oh, god—" your mouth finally starts moving. "No—I—that's not—I thought you were Steve!"

Bucky's face drops. "You slept with Steve last night?"

"Oh my god, no!" You squeal, mortified, and wonder if maybe the roof would just collapse and put you out of your misery. "I was just—I was trying to get back at Steve for stealing my brownie last week! I remember him saying something about coming as Luigi for halloween and being gungho enough to dye his hair tonight."

Your cheeks were on fire, heat from the embarrassment making you both sweat and wanting to cry.

Why did it have to be Bucky?!

Despite becoming friends with Nat and her group last year, you were still so tragically awkward around Bucky. He was just so...Bucky. You couldn't help but be nervous sometimes.

"Well," Bucky gestures awkwardly to himself. "Steve couldn't help but want to be Mario because Sharon was coming as Princess Peach."

"Luigi saves Princess Peach too..." You mutter as you look away, sweeping at your hair to hide how flustered you were. You were silently praying to a higher entity to let the world end at this very moment.

Bucky's eyes drag over your form, and he gives you a slow smile.

"Not this Luigi," he licks his lips, eyes twinkling as he lifts his hand to adjust your tiara into place perfectly. "This Luigi would prefer to be saved."

"You want to be the damsel in distress?" You laugh nervously.

"Only if Wonder Woman is coming to save me," Bucky smirked. "I think it's the least she owes me for scaring off the Ariel I was talking to."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry—I can find her if you'd like—"

"It's fine," Bucky cuts you off with a shake of his head. "I highly doubt it would work out. Her pickup line about making her collection complete was terrible. Your peach one was much better."

You let out a choked laugh but silently wish Bucky wouldn't bring that up again. You were never going to live down the embarrassment of telling Bucky Barnes he could taste your peach.

"I'm just...I'm going to go find Nat or die in a hole. Whichever happens first," you jerked your thumb in some obscure direction.

But just as you are about to leave, Bucky grabs your hand.

"Well, hold on a second there," Bucky laughed. "We might as well go together. You're already here with me."

You look reluctant, but it doesn't deter Bucky, not when this is the most you've ever talked to him despite hanging out in the same group for a while now. He's never had so much fun.

"C'mon," Bucky dragged with a teasing smile. "If it makes you feel better, I can tell you a cheesy pickup line in return."

You mull it over for a moment, trying to not draw attention to the fact Bucky is still holding your hand, and it's stupidly big and warm.

"Fine," you relent but look at him sternly, lifting your finger at him. "But it has to be a Super Mario pickup line and just as embarrassing as mine."

Bucky seemed to mull over what he could say as he lifted his other hand to rub the back of his head. His eyes widen slightly when the pickup line comes to his head.

"You may not be a brick block but I can pound you all night!"

Silence falls swiftly after Bucky finishes saying it. His cheeks turn aflame as his mouth opens and closes multiple times, but just like you, couldn't find anything to say.

Suddenly, you sputter out an uncontrolled laugh, slapping your hand to your mouth. Bucky follows along quickly, bellowing as he adjusts his hat, and you can see the tips of his ears are red again.

"That was so bad," you try to catch your breath, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

"Even?" Bucky just smiles.

"Yeah," you smile back.

"Should we try to find everyone else then?" Bucky asks as he looks around, but it's gotten even more crowded.

You bite your bottom lip and shrug. "I'm in no rush. You?"

Bucky squeezes your hand and says, "Not even a Star Power could make me rush."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes au #v.myfic #v.drabble.bucky

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marktuansvevo · 4 years

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got7 reacts to something theyve never experienced before in a relationship

warning(s); slight cursing, sexual content in bam’s part

mark; being jealous

mark understood why his past partners could be jealous of him in his line of work. as long as it didn’t get out of hand, he thought it was cute. he was never the jealous one in the relationship. he didn’t even know what jealousy felt like....

....until tonight.

you were mark’s entire world. you excited him, you built him up like no other. never before could he see himself spending his life with someone before you came along. you made the world brighter to him.

but now he was only seeing red.

you had been a trainee and never debuted, which you weren’t too upset about, you had a boyfriend you loved and a career with less physical and time demands than being in the entertainment industry. this meant that you knew a lot of other bands, stray kids being one of them. chan was, quite frankly, your best friend during your trainee days, so when you saw him at this afterparty you were attending with mark, you threw yourself into his arms.

mark just watched you from afar.

and his blood boiled.

chan spun you around in his arms, the biggest smile on his stupid, handsome face. “yah!! y/n! mark didn’t say you’d be here.”

you giggled, trying to keep your tears at bay. you put your hands on his face, poking his dimples. mark scoffed at the blush that was forming on his friend’s face. “god, chan i missed you so much.”

“bro, you look constipated,” bam snuck up behind him. “dude, your face is so red right now.”

mark rolled his eyes. “these parties are so annoying.” he didn’t take his eyes off of you as you caught up with chan, who still had his hand around your waist.

bam followed his line of vision. “shit, you’re not constipated, you’re jealous. yugyeom, come look at him!”

mark walked away from his intoxicated friends and up to you. you smiled at him before returning to your conversation with chan.

“y/n, we have to go,” mark said lowly, smiling a sickly fake smile at chan, who immediately dropped his hand from your waist.

“why, baby, we just got here? are you not feeling good?” you asked. he wanted to feel bad, your voice was laced with concern.

“something like that. see you, chan.”

as you got in the car, you smiled at him, poking his cheek. “somebody’s jealous, huh?”

“huh? of chan? i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he clenched his jaw, not making eye contact with you as he steered his car out of the parking lot. you were giggling now.

“you’re cute when you’re jealous. maybe i should make more time for chan.”

“y/n!!!”

jaebeom; wearing disguises in public

jaebeom never thought he would have to dress up in a disguise to go out in public. and jae would never want to put you in such a position. it was draining, and you, as his girlfriend knew that he despised it.

but you wanted to go to a concert with him.

and you wanted to stand in the pit with him and be part of it. don’t get you wrong, you loved when he bought you suite seats or could watch his shows from backstage, but you wanted to sway to ariana grande in th pit with your boyfriend.

“cmon, jae, i think everyone is going to be paying attention to ari. we can skip the opening act?” you suggested.

“y/n, i don’t want to take a chance...im sorry,” he pouted at you. you sighed, trying to figure out what to do.

“what about disguises?” he said. “like, we could wear our halloween costumes?” you were giggling to yourself, but your boyfriend seemed like the idea.

“i could wear my jesus wig and you could paint a beard on me?” he said with serious eyes.

“jae, you hate going out in disguises.”

“true...but, babe, this will be fun. you could wear your sailor mars wig, it’d be cute,”

okay, this was a really cute idea and you were warming up to it...if it made your boyfriend more comfortable to be out in a crowd of so many people, you were down to try it out.

“this really feels like halloween in july,” you giggled as you used mascara to draw a beard on his chin.

“do I look like jesus??” he asked childishly.

“well, you don’t look like im jaebeom of got7, that’s for sure,”

“you look like an egirl,” he laughed at himself. “don’t hate, you know you love it,” you said. “we look so cute, let’s take a mirror selfie and post in later,”

“no, then people will be on to us,” your boyfriend sent a pout in your direction as he looked at his makeshift beard in the mirror. “I look sexy as fuck in a beard,”

“super sexy aegyo please?”

the two of you arrived at the arena, not be noticed by anyone, but jae was still on edge, so you held his hand tight as you made your way into the pit.

“im so excited!!” you shouted over the noise. he shook his head before leaning in to kiss you. the two of you danced the whole night away to arianas crooning, his arms around you as you swayed to her pretty, soothing voice. the two of you let the world fade away while ariana sang honeymoon ave in the background.

jackson; his significant other saying ily first.

it was no secret that jackson was stock full of love and kindness. he had had other partners before you, all with him ending up getting too attached, or scaring them away when he said “I love you” too early.

he did not want to scare you away, and honestly, he had known he loved you two months into dating, but he didn’t want to scare you away, so he never outwardly said those three little words to you.

he wasn’t expecting you to say it, first though.

you had invited him over for dinner and a movie, just wanting a chill night in with your boyfriend. he brought the wine and promised to give you a back massage, so really, what more could you want on this chilly thursday night?

“what’s been going on, honey? you know you can tell me anything,” jackson whispered into your ear as he helped you out of your clothes.

“I feel like I deserve to oversee my department at work. i have the most education of all of them, more experience than them, and generally, I am more optimistic than my superiors….,” you sighed, letting him rub just under your shoulder blades, which had been itching all week.

“mmm?”

“i think they might be scared of powerful women who like to wear hot pink fendi suits to work,” you smiled, knowing he would be offended at your joke. you could almost feel him pouting.

“so the reason you can’t get the job is because your superiors don’t like the suits your boyfriend buys you? wow, what a way to hurt a guy’s pride…,” he followed your lead on the joke, trying to make you laugh because he knew this was really getting to you. “baby, I think you should go to their boss and see if you can get a promotion…tell them everything you told me, okay? i know you’re not only the best woman for the job, but the best person for the job…period,” he said, making you feel so overwhelmed with emotion. none of your previous partners had ever revered you the way jackson had. you felt so incredibly blessed and in love, you couldn’t help yourself.

“god, jackson, I love you so much,” you whispered.

the movement of his soft hands on your back stopped abruptly at your words. ‘oh god, was it too early to say that?’

“j-jackson…im sorry-“

“ive been waiting to say that to you,” he breathed against your lips, closing the distance that was between them.

“jackson wang….you love me?” you could feel the tears building. the man of your dreams was in love with you, too.

“i love you,” he whispered reverently.

“say it again,” you begged. he said it like a mantra.

“i love you, i love you….i love you..”

jinyoung; moving in together

jinyoung thought you were so cute. you were ecstatic to move with jinyoung. you had been living in your shared apartment with your mom your whole life and we’re excited to start a new chapter of your life. jinyoung didn’t think you were taking in the fact that moving is one of the most stressful things a person can go through.

he didn’t want to rain on your parade, though.

the two of you got settled into your new apartment after a long day of unpacking. jinyoung kissed you as you laid onto your new king sized bed. “im gonna grab takeout, you want your usual?” he asked sweetly, squeezing your hand. you just nodded, squeezing his hand back.

you watched as jinyoung walked out of your shared bedroom. that’s when the dam broke. you were so overwhelmed. you didn’t know how to make warm water happen in your shower, you didn’t have your wifi set up, and you forgot your favorite teddy bear at your moms. you missed teddy and your wifi and your mom.

“hey, i ordered you two egg rolls and they gave us three - hey, baby, are you crying?”

“no,” you replied lamely. “I miss teddy,” you wailed miserably.

“teddy...the...stuffed bear?” he asked.

“i slept with him every night for the past 20 something years.”

“baby...we can get your bear in the morning...,”

“we don’t have netflix set up so how am i supposed to sleep tonight?”

“y/n...,” he chuckled. you frowned harder now that he was laughing at you. “moving isn’t as exciting as it looks. tomorrow, we will fix the wifi, okay? and we can visit your mom and rescue teddy.”

“okay...okay. im sorry, im just a bit overwhelmed,” you confessed.

“its gonna be okay, honey. it’s a lot to take in, i know. but you can hold me instead of teddy, and ill sing you to sleep,” he whispered, the takeout now long forgotten. before you could fall asleep, he pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and pulled you into his chest to take a selfie. “there. now we have a picture of us in our bed for the first time.”

“i love you, you sap.”

even though you called him the sap, the next day you went to the pharmacy to get the photo printed and frame it. when jinyoung came home from the market that day, he eyed the frame on your bed stand, smirking at you.

“oh, so im the sap, hmm?”

youngjae; picking up the tab

it was the first date the two of you had been on since youngjae had been on tour. he told you to get dressed up and that the two of you would go out for a fancy dinner and catch up on everything. this is why you loved him, because while you wanted to hear all about his stories of life and tour abroad, he always wanted to hear about everything that was going at home, to see if you were alright.

youngjae looked dazzling in a black checked suit, while you matched him with a little black dress that made him groan when you stepped out of the bathroom. “can we skip dinner?” he’d ask cheekily. you rolled your eyes at him before kissing him on the cheek. “we aren’t skipping dinner, and we definitely won’t be skipping dessert,” you winked before leading him to the car.

the two of you ate dinner together, him holding your hand and looking at you with stars in his eyes as you told him stories that had happened while he was away. you ordered appetizers, drinks, shared an entrée, and youngjae even ordered you a slice of apple pie for the two of you to share.

“baby, I’m going to go use the restroom,” youngjae said before kissing your hand. “’kay, don’t get mugged, please,” you teased him. he shook his head at your playfulness. you watched as he left before frantically waving your arms at your waitress. she ran over to you, checking if you were alright.

“I just wanted to wonder if I can pick up the cheque really quick? I wanted to pick it up for my boyfriend as a surprise,” you spoke in a hushed tone, making the waitress giggle. she nodded her head before handing it to her. you handed her your credit card, thanking her before your boyfriend had any suspicions of what you were up to.

youngjae came out of the bathroom as soon as the waitress set the cheque down. you were applying your lipstick so you couldn’t snatch it in time. you watched as his pretty brown eyes scanned the receipt, looking confused as ever. “is this a joke? what kind of waitress lets the girlfriend pay?”

“jae,” you giggled. “you don’t always have to pay for dinner. I wanted to treat you…I missed you so much,” you confided, watching his expression from anger into warmth.

“oh, thank you honey, you are so sweet and thoughtful, I love you so much,” you let him wrap his suit jacket around your arms before planting a kiss to your forehead. “but that will be the last time you ever do that.”

“shut up, i like doing nice things for you,” you pouted.

“since you paid for dinner tonight, i have to put out, right?”

he ran to the car before you could slap him in the chest.

bam; his s/o borrowing his clothes

remember how joey never shared his food? well that’s how bam was with his wardrobe. he was very particular about his clothing, not letting people borrow them at all. yugyeom used to steal his clothes just to be petty and piss his best friend off. he had never let past partners borrow his clothes, and nothing was going to change, it wasn’t his fault, it was an obsession. if you were sure of one thing, it was to not steal your boyfriends clothes.

but one day, while he was gone from work, you thought you would take pictures of yourself in only one of his blazers to tease him.

you weren’t expecting him to walk through the door while you were trying to take self timer pictures of yourself.

“baby? what are you doing?” bam asked, laughing as you let out a squeal of surprise.

“i..i wanted to surprise you...,” he tsked, pulling away to look at his blazer. “i know you don’t like me wearing your things..,” you stammered as he circled you.

“you have such pretty things, though, bam,”

“you look so sexy in this,” he purred. “you were trying to get me worked up while im trying to work?”

“u...uhhh,” you couldn’t think coherently with you boyfriend acting so domineering. you gasped as he slid his hand up to your cunt, rubbing your clit in little circles. “bam...please...,” you groaned.

“keep the blazer on,” he said as you writhed in his grip.

“its gonna get all sweaty though and then you’ll yell at me,” you teased him as you followed him to the bed.

bam just groaned. “baby, im sorry I haven’t let you borrow my clothes before but you look better in them than me. now, let me fuck you and i promise you can have anything you want in that closet.”

he knew exactly how to shut you up.

yugyeom; his s/o buying him flowers

yugyeom was always so stressed during comeback season. you always scolded him when he forgot to eat, or wasn’t staying hydrated enough, but you were so proud of him. seeing the smile on his face and the way he walked a little taller was so worth it.

he was still busy during comeback season, coming home late after all the videos he had to shoot for publicity.

one night, yugyeom had gotten home around midnight to a bouquet of pink roses and a handwritten note from you. it read; “I am so proud of you, my love. congrats on breath… I can always feel your love,” he blushed and giggled to himself, thinking, “isn’t the guy supposed to buy the girlfriend the flowers?” he wandered into your shared bedroom to see you sprawled into his side, with your book in your hands, a soft snore leaving your lips. he nudged you, not intending to wake you up, he could thank you in the morning. but he did accidentally. “yeom?” you whispered.

“shh, baby go back to sleep,” he shushed, changing into his pjs.

“did you like the flowers?” you asked, suddenly awake now.

“theyre really pretty, baby, but aren’t I supposed to buy you the flowers?”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “not my boyfriend being a sexist,”

“yah! y/n stop it, I didn’t mean it that way!! I love them, you remembered I said I love roses,” he was pouting now, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. his voice got quieter now. “no one’s ever remembered my favorite flowers…much less bought them for me,” he paused, kissing the back of your neck before closing his eyes and falling fast asleep.

he was whipped.

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 preferences #got7 writing #got7 imagines #park jinyoung #mark tuan #choi youngjae #kim yugyeom #bambam #jackson wang #im jaebeom #got7 writings

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Teach Me Something I Don’t Know: Part IV

Summary: The Halloween parade. Will and JJ are adorable. Anita suggests that Spencer become a classroom volunteer. Reader has a rough week.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, a smidge of angst

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 4.4k

a/n: I wish we’d seen more of Will and JJ as parents because I imagine it would be adorable and hilarious. Let’s see if you can guess all of their costumes before the reveal lmao. Your only clue is that Spencer loves keeping with a theme and the brown vest (I literally learned how to make my own shitty gif bc I couldn’t find the right one in the search and I do not understand embedding lmao) makes an appearance.

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“Did you grab the bags?” JJ swept the pleated, platinum braid out of her face as she bent over to zip up her boots.

“No, I thought you did,” Will called, bouncing down the stairs.

“I put them in the car already,” Spencer informed them, popping his head back in the front door. “There was just the one box, right?”

“Yeah, that was it,” Will confirmed. “Shit— where’s Michael’s sword?”

“Should be on the counter,” JJ huffed, standing up and adjusting the bodice of the blue dress.

“Got it.” Will came around the corner of the kitchen, patting his hips where his pockets would be— if he weren’t wearing an adult-sized onesie. “Keys?” Spencer held them up. “All right then, let’s get this show on the road.”

The trio headed to the waiting SUV, Spencer climbing into the backseat as Will and JJ got into the front. Will and JJ chattered on about dinner plans and schedules for the following week, and Spencer smoothed down the brown wool vest layered over his white linen shirt. He’d spent entirely too long putting together the costume over the last week (with a little help from Penelope). He’d scrapped the Spock getup he’d been working on since September— he could always wear that next year. But he’d only get one chance to attend the Room 105 Halloween parade, and once the idea had wormed its way into his brain, he had to make it happen.

“Spence?” JJ’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Would you be able to pick Michael up on Monday?”

He ran his hands down his thighs over the mint green cropped trousers. “Sure, as long as we don’t have a case.”

Will smirked at him in the rear view mirror. “How’s Ms. Y/L/N?”

“You’re about to see her yourself, so you can ask,” Spencer replied.

Will laughed, and JJ turned in her seat. “Whoa, coming in hot with the snark. You really do like her.”

Spencer fought and failed to keep the blush from rising, irritation at being teased blooming sharp inside his chest. He tried to shrug as nonchalantly as possible. “She’s a great teacher.”

“That’s not a no,” JJ noted, eyebrows raised.

“She’s Michael’s teacher,” Spencer said, like it meant something.

“Yeah, so?” Will shrugged his shoulders. “You’re his godfather. Technically, you’re not related, so it wouldn’t be breakin’ any rules.”

“Well, it’s not like that, so it doesn’t really matter,” Spencer insisted.

Will hummed and JJ turned back around in her seat. Spencer drummed his fingers on his knees and watched DC roll past through the SUV window. It really wasn’t like that. Y/N was just… very nice. A nice, beautiful, sweet, silly kindergarten teacher that he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how many books he read or coffees he drank or chess games he played.

Monday was the last day of his sabbatical, and he was even more relieved to be headed back than usual— grateful that he’d have something to occupy his mind other than her. Because his mind was, indeed, occupied. The way her smile beamed like the spotlight on a stage, illuminating whoever happened to be on the receiving end. The way her hands moved in unbound, buoyant illustrations of her thoughts. The way her laugh felt like the first warm sip of tea or the wrap of his favorite scarf. It was getting out of hand, to say the least.

Will pulled into the parking lot, and instantly Spencer’s palms began to sweat. He glanced at the headband on the seat beside him and felt the mortification clawing at his insides. The costume was ridiculous; he was ridiculous. He should have just worn the Spock outfit.

Maybe he could just wait in the car and pretend like he hadn’t been able to make it. Or he could just leave the headband in the car. But then he’d just be in mint green capris with a sweater vest and platform sandals, and she’d have absolutely no idea who he was supposed to be. Then he’d have to explain it, and it would be even worse.

Will parked the car, and he and JJ immediately stepped out. Spencer watched them near the hood of the SUV, enjoying a rare moment of co-parenting without work hovering right out of frame. Will pulled the hood of the onesie up and JJ laughed, brushing her hand over the brown fabric twigs sticking out of the top. He supposed that if Will Lamontagne, Jr. could strut his stuff in adult footie pajamas, his handmade costume was probably all right.

With one last resigned sigh, Spencer slid the headband on. He grabbed the box of Halloween treats, opened the door, and hauled himself out of the vehicle. He pushed the door closed and looked in the reflection of the window, adjusting the headband around his curls and blowing out a breath.

“Ready?” JJ called, peering around the side of the SUV.

“Yeah—yeah,” Spencer agreed. He moved around the vehicle to join them, the three of them walking to find a spot in the crowd of parents standing around the carpool loop.

When they found a suitable spot, Will looked up at him and shook his head. The sandals added three extra inches to Spencer’s height, putting him a good six inches taller than Will. “Those shoes make you look like an actual giant,” Will chuckled. “I know that’s the point, but I feel like even more of a shrimp next to ya now.”

Spencer set the box of candy bags on the ground and would have shoved his hands into his pockets if the linen trousers had any. Before he could respond, JJ pointed to the door of the school, cooing, “Oh my god, look. Remember when the boys were that small?”

The PreK classes came out first, and Spencer could acknowledge that they were very cute, barely out of the toddler stage and holding hands with a line buddy. But he was waiting on a very specific cutie.

He’d barely had the thought when the kindergarten classes started to emerge from the door. He almost didn’t recognize her at first— just an orange blob and green shrubbery. But the converse gave her away.

“How is she so cute?” JJ threaded her arm through Will’s. “Even when she’s dressed as a giant orange blob.”

“It’s a gift,” Will agreed. He glanced up at Spencer. “Right, doc?”

Spencer nodded but didn’t take his eyes off Y/N. “I think so, yeah.” Will grinned and bumped JJ’s shoulder, but Spencer barely even registered his own response.

Thankfully they’d picked a spot near the very end of the loop, so he had plenty of time to get himself together before she was in front of him. While Will and JJ waved at all the tiny superheroes and princesses, he watched Y/N. She was all orange fabric from her shoulders to her knees, with bright orange Chucks to match. On her head was a strange variation on a party hat, bright green ferns sprouting from the tip of the cone and falling into her face. She looked absolutely ridiculous and entirely adorable, and he was in so much trouble.

When the class finally approached the final curve of the loop, Will nudged Spencer and gestured to the box of goodie bags. Spencer crouched down and lifted the box, standing back up to see Y/N laughing at Will and JJ. “Very cute, Lamontagne Family.”

Her gaze traveled across, then up, and then her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Spencer wondered if maybe the earth could just open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh my god, are you—?” She stepped forward and ran her hand lightly over the vest, and he didn’t dare breathe. “Are you the BFG?!” Her hand dropped from his torso, and he didn’t have time to be disappointed before her face split into quite possibly the biggest smile he’d seen from her yet.

A tiny Superman shouted, “Ms. Y/L/N, we’re making a gap!”

Y/N came back to herself, gesturing to all three of them. “Don’t go anywhere.” She accepted the offered box of treats from Spencer and then turned to help her class catch up.

Will gave him a look. “It’s not like that, huh?”

“Oh my god, she likes you.” JJ clapped her hands together. “This is amazing.”

“I’m takin’ credit for this,” Will bragged. “I’m a regular ol’ matchmaker.”

Spencer couldn’t even be bothered to attempt a denial. He was still thinking about the feel of her palm on his chest, how it might feel to hold her hand, the way her eyes practically sparkled when she saw his ridiculous headband. He was in so much trouble.

Fifteen minutes later, the classes filed back out into the parking lot for dismissal. Y/N led the class down the sidewalk, grinning at the excitement coursing through her line. As they approached the end of the loop, Y/N caught sight of them and waved. The kids lined up in their normal spot, chatting excitedly about their costumes and candy bags.

“Lord, Ms. Y/L/N, you’re something else,” Will laughed.

“Is it not the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen?” She laughed and tapped the green shrubbery hanging in her face. “I have the kids do a little persuasive writing thing every year. They draw a picture and write a sentence about what they think Ms. Y/L/N should be for Halloween, and then we take a vote.”

She waved her hands in that way Spencer loved, the way that was so similar to his own. “Usually the options are pretty tame, you know—ghost, witch, bumblebee. This year was a near tie between runner-up Jojo Siwa and well,” she gestured at herself, “carrot.” Y/N cackled, and the leaves on top of her head shook with the action.

They all laughed along with her, and then JJ added, “The details are truly incredible. Is this an actual plant on your head?”

“I really thought about it,” Y/N laughed, “but no, it’s just fake ferns stuffed into a cardstock funnel.” She gestured at Will and JJ. “But also, excuse me— this family costume is ridiculously cute. Mr. Lamontagne, loving this onesie. Mrs. Jareau, I didn’t even know it was possible to look prettier than you usually do, but here you are. And Michael’s Anna costume?” She held her hands up. “Incredible. Show stopping. I wish I had an aunt Penelope to enlist the help of, because that cape is the actual height of fashion.”

“She helped Spence, too,” JJ prompted, stealing a glance in his direction.

“Oh yeah?” Y/N asked, turning to smile at Spencer.

“We um, 3D printed the ears,” he clarified.

“No way!” She took a step closer to him, peering up at the detail on the headband. He leaned down a little for her to get a closer look. “That is so cool. I’ve never actually seen anything 3D printed up close before— did you design them yourself?”

She met his eyes briefly, and he realized how close they were— close enough that he caught the faintest whiff of sandalwood and cardamom. Of course she even smelled like warmth and home. “Well. I, um— I drew a sort of sketch, I guess. And then Penelope did the software coding. I— I’m not very good with technology, honestly.”

She ran her fingers lightly over the plastic, and he decided she was really trying to kill him. “Yeah, I’m not sure I really understand how it works.”

“Well, first you create a blueprint file of the design you want to print, which you can do through modeling software or three-dimensional scanning. Then you convert the file into an STL file— named for Stereolithography which was the first ever 3D printing process. The STL file is made up of triangular mesh polygons, which is the data that describes the surface of a three-dimensional object. After that, you use a software program to complete the process of slicing— essentially dividing or chopping the 3D model into hundreds or thousands of horizontal layers that the printer can print one at a time to create the 3D object. And then the printer prints each layer until you have your finished product.”

Y/N was quiet, and he pulled back to see her grinning at him. “I thought you said you weren’t very good with technology?”

“I’m not good with using technology,” he clarified.

She nodded. “Gotcha. So you just know everything about it.”

Her joking tone had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I read a lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“I can read at a rate of 20,000 words per minute, so… a lot.”

Her eyebrows shot up into the tangle of ferns on her head, and he was just so overwhelmed by how adorable she was. “Well, if I ever have a question about anything, I know who I’m coming to.”

He was sure he was blushing, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. “I’m happy to answer any and all of your questions.”

She let her gaze travel over the rest of the costume. “Oh my god, the sandals! Man, you really nailed it. I’m very impressed.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I thought about being Trunchbull, but I couldn’t find the sweatshirt,” he joked.

She laughed, and he wanted to bottle it up to keep forever. “As much as I would have loved to see your hair in a bun… you’re much too sweet to have been able to pull that off.” She smiled softly at him. “Much more suited to our friend the BFG.”

He rubbed a hand down the back of his neck, and it was only then that he realized Will and JJ had gone to the car. He looked back to Y/N, opening his mouth but unsure of what he was going to say.

“Y/L/N!” He turned his head to see Anita jogging toward them. “Did you—” The giant cardboard box she was wearing knocked into one of the few kindergarteners left in Y/N’s line, nearly sending them to the ground. “Oh my gosh, sorry sweetheart!” She righted the startled child, and Spencer gave her a once over, completely at a loss as to what her costume could be.

“What in the world are you supposed to be?” Y/N asked, choking out a laugh.

Anita looked at her deadpan. “A monopoly piece. Remind me that I’m never participating in team costumes ever again.” She rolled her eyes and gestured at Y/N. “Next year I’m gonna wear an orange t-shirt, call myself a carrot, and be much more comfortable.”

“I’ll have you know this costume was a lot of work,” Y/N remarked, crossing her arms.

“I’m sure it was. You could have put on an orange dress, stuck a green pipe cleaner in your hair, and called it a day, but that’s not the Y/L/N way.” Anita’s eyes slid across to where Spencer stood. “Well, hello, doctor. I have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to be, but I love everything about it.”

“Spencer’s the BFG,” Y/N said, and Spencer could have sworn she sounded almost proud.

“Ah, Roald Dahl, of course.” Anita smirked. “I see you, Spencer. I see you.” She put her hands on her hips— or rather where her hips would have been if they weren’t covered by a ridiculously large box. “So, when are you going to volunteer?”

“Sorry?” he asked.

“Like, when are you going to volunteer in Y/L/N’s classroom?” She held up her hand, palm down, and made a circular motion between the two of them. “You know, hang out, but professionally.”

“Oh my god, did you need something?” Y/N’s squeaked, eyes wide.

Anita ignored her. “You just have to do a background check, but I’m sure you’ll pass it.”

“Lopez,” Y/N said, staring her down. “Do you need something?”

“Oh, I was just going to ask if you got the email about the PD after school on Tuesday. But this was much more fun.” She winked at Spencer. “Bye, Spencer.”

They both stared after her as she nearly skipped across the grass to the building. Y/N turned to him. “I’m— so sorry.”

He met her eyes and took the leap. “Volunteering could be fun.”

He watched her press her lips together to contain her smile. “It could be.”

He didn’t bother containing his own. “I’ll um— I’ll shoot you an email.”

“I’ll respond to your email.”

…

When he walked in the door, Spencer made a beeline for his desk. He opened his laptop and pulled up his email account, writing as fast as his one-finger typing would allow.

Spencer Reid Re: Volunteering

Hi!

I’m just following up about volunteering. Anita mentioned a form that I needed to fill out? Now that I’ll be back to work, I’ll just need to plan around the BAU schedule. Could you give me a list of days that would work for you?

Really looking forward to seeing you in action.

Spencer

He checked his two other email messages, and then left the browser up while he thumbed through his most recent reading material.

He sat at his desk for the remainder of the afternoon, distractedly perusing his book and glancing at his empty inbox every minute or so. His gaze flew up to the screen at the ding of a new message at 6:30, only to find a promotional email from one of his favorite indie bookstores.

He closed his laptop with a sigh. It was a Friday night. Y/N probably just didn’t check her email on the weekend. He could wait until Monday. He’d see her on Monday.

He limited himself to checking his laptop twice a day on Saturday and Sunday. When Monday rolled around, he checked it in the morning. He leaned back against the leather of his chair, staring at the empty inbox. He had some errands to run, and for the first time in his life, he wished he had a phone that had email on it.

He ran his last-day-of-sabbatical errands and stopped in at his favorite coffee shop for most likely the last midday, sit-down coffee he’d have for a while. Before he realized, it was 2:30. He brought his empty mug to the counter and waved to the barista. Then he walked to the car and prepped his conversation starters.

“Did you get my email? I sent you an email, just wondering if you saw it? Hey— Hello— Hi, I wasn’t sure if you got my email.” He blew out a breath. “Hi. How are you?” He waved his hand. “I’m great. Did you get my email?” He laughed into the empty car. “Ridiculous, Spencer. You’re ridiculous.”

When he pulled into the parking lot, his heart was racing and his palms were slipping against the steering wheel. He pulled around the loop, looking with a furrowed brow at the area where Y/N should be. In her place was a short woman with cropped grey hair. She held a clipboard and looked generally overwhelmed.

Michael sprinted to the car as soon as he saw it. He pulled open the door and let out a world weary sigh. Spencer turned in his seat. “Everything all right?”

“No, everything is terrible,” he huffed dramatically. “Ms. Y/L/N was sick today. Mrs. Franklin was our substitute, and she smells weird.”

Spencer looked through the window at Mrs. Franklin, struggling to keep a few rowdy boys in the line. “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m sure Ms. Y/L/N will be back soon.” He was secretly relieved that he had a potential explanation for the unanswered email.

“I can’t take another day of Mrs. Franklin,” Michael sighed, buckling his seatbelt. “I hope Ms. Y/L/N’s back tomorrow.”

Spencer let out a breath and pulled away from the curb. “Me, too.”

…

JJ huffed out a breath, glaring at the stack of paperwork in front of her. Spencer was nose deep in a book, but he glanced up at the sound. “I can take a few of those if you want,” he offered.

“No, it’s fine,” she sighed. “I’ve really only got six left.”

He looked at his watch. “Each report takes you approximately 37 minutes. With eight minute breaks in between, you’re not going to be out of here until almost 6:00.”

JJ laughed. “I can’t believe I missed out on these scathing performance reviews for thirty days.”

“Suit yourself.” Spencer dropped his gaze back to his reading.

His first week back from sabbatical had been uneventful to say the least. The team had just wrapped a local case, and they’d spent the better part of the week going over consultations and potentials. It was finally Friday, and Spencer was finished with his stack of backlogged reports.

He was finishing the last chapter of the book when JJ dropped a string of quiet curses. He continued reading, waiting for her to ask. She was quiet for another minute.

“I forgot I’m on duty to pick Michael up today.” Spencer looked up at her, slight panic coming over him.

“I really don’t mind finishing your reports,” he offered.

JJ raised her eyebrows. “What, no offering to visit Ms. Y/L/N?”

Spencer closed his book. “I, um. I sent her an email a week ago, and she hasn’t responded.”

“So?”

“So…” Spencer ran a hand through his hair. “That’s weird, right?”

JJ laughed. “You don’t really use email, so I’d imagine your inbox is pretty orderly. But if you use it a lot, it can be easy for messages to get lost.” She looked at him pointedly. “I can almost guarantee that she’s not ignoring you, Spence.”

He sighed. “I guess there’s a quick way to find out.”

...

Spencer drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the door of the school. He glanced at the clock, noting the class was later than they’d ever been. Without really understanding why, he pulled out of the loop and swung back around to park in the lot. He exited the car, and as he rounded the hood, he spotted them.

Y/N was at the front of the line, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket and mouth pressed into a thin line. The line behind her was unlike he’d ever seen it. No waving arms, no smiles, no giggles. Twenty small bodies followed behind her with absolute and total solemnity, and he felt uncomfortable just watching them. It would have almost been funny if it wasn’t so dramatically out of character.

The line weaved around the more rambunctious classes, maintaining their grave expressions and quiet pace. They reached their spot on the sidewalk, and Y/N didn’t even have to say anything. Spencer watched as the line took their spots behind her. She held one hand up to acknowledge parents as they pulled up, murmuring stoic goodbyes to students as they headed to their vehicles.

He hung back at the hood of the car until the majority of the class was gone, slowly making his way across the parking lot. Y/N’s line of sight was pointed in his direction, but her eyes were unfocused in the afternoon sun. He could see the moment that she registered his presence, her eyes widening slightly and bottom lip releasing from the place she’d been absentmindedly chewing. She shifted her weight as he closed the final few feet between them.

“Hi.” She held a silent hand up in greeting. He clenched and unclenched his fingers. “Rough day?”

“It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, despite what everyone thinks,” she snapped. She blew out a breath and rolled her eyes up to the perfectly blue sky, mocking her mood. “I’m sorry. Yes, it was a rough day.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“You don’t deserve my wrath.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the students. “They didn’t either, but— too late for that.”

He watched as she lowered her head back down, rubbing a hand over her face. He desperately wanted to slay whatever dragons had given her normally brilliant eyes such a grey cast. “You have strong relationships with them, and kids are resilient. I’m sure they know you—”

“Please— don’t.” Her voice was thick, and she looked at him with desperate eyes. “I— I appreciate the thought, but I’m— I’m a frustrated crier.” Her shining irises proved her point. “And I’m just— I’m really just trying to keep it together for the last four minutes of my contract time.” Her words were practically a whisper, and she swallowed thickly and glanced down the line, just Michael and one classmate left, eyes downcast.

“I understand.” Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them from reaching out and touching her. “I’m sorry. I— I hope your weekend is better than today.”

Michael slowly left the line, murmuring a quiet goodbye to Y/N. Spencer put a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward the car, stealing one last glance at a crushed Y/N.

...

Y/N Y/L/N

Re: Re: Volunteering

Hi,

I meant to respond to this email, and then a bunch of things happened, and then I was out all week.

I don’t know if you even still want to volunteer after this afternoon, but it felt rude to not respond at all.

I’ve attached the background check form to this email in case you’re still interested.

Y/N

1 Attachment: Background Check

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Hi,

I meant what I said this afternoon. Your students love you, and they know you love them. If my conversation with Michael in the car was any indication, they’re feeling rightfully embarrassed and guilty about their behavior while you were out.

Regardless of what happened today, your relationships with your students are strong enough that they will come to school tomorrow knowing that you still care about them. Children don’t hold onto things nearly as much as adults.

It would be a privilege to volunteer in your classroom, even on the worst day.

Spencer

1 Attachment: Background Check - Spencer Reid

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If I wasn’t already crying, I would be now.

Thanks for that.

No sarcasm intended. Really. Thank you.

—

This might be inappropriate, and if it is, please just pretend like this email doesn’t exist.

I have a favorite cafe in the DuPont circle area, Soho Tea & Coffee. They have an excellent tea drink made with honey and milk that I like to order whenever I’ve had a particularly difficult day.

If you’re up for it, it’s on me.

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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: Y/N Wears a Revealing Version of their S/O’s hero suit

God it’s been so long since I’ve done headcannons, I miss them so much! These I’m going to keep tame, cause I don’t want them to be toooo spicy!

Also, I didnt iclude Shindo and Shinso, sorry! I realized rather quickly how long these got and didnt want to bog down this post, hope thats okay!

Pairings: Mirio x reader, Tamaki x reader, Bakugo x reader, Kaminari x reader (all characters aged to 18+)

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Mirio

It would be a disgrace if I didn’t use this pic

So you had been invited to a photo shoot for a pretty high end boutique to be one of the models

Were you stoked that this extremely prestigious brand wanted you on their front cover? Yes. Were you terrified as hell? Also a fat yes.

Mirio, being the adorable boyfriend he is, was hyping you up for it

“Your going to be amazing sunshine! Ya never know until you try, ya know?”

Even with him being your support, you still felt extremely self conscious

“I don’t know...I’m not a model, I don’t think I can do it-“

“Don’t talk so negatively like that babe! What if I came with you, would that calm your nerves some?”

Your practically melted into him, giving him the biggest hug everrrr

“Oh my god would you? That would make me feel so much better-“

“Of course babe! Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it!”

So the day of, you came into the photo shoot fresh faced and pale as hell from nerves

They seperated you from Mirio, taking you to the makeup area and clothing area

You entered a room lined with extremely bright makeup stands and racks of clothing, your area in a small corner to the right with a mannequin wearing a certain set of clothes

You finally realized what you were actually modeling-and your mouth dropped

No wonder the asked you to model, being Mirio’s girlfriend-it was a sexy version of his hero suit

It was a skin tight leotard, the number “1000000” scrawled against your chest, a thick red cape draping against the back

Lemon colored glasses and thigh high blue boots completed the look, a huge gulp reverberating from your throat-

How the hell were you going to pull this off? In front of your boyfriend no less-

You pain stakingly got your makeup done and your hair, your strands pooled up like Mirio’s hair in the front and the rest cascading in bed head curls

You finally got the skin tight costume on, looking at yourself in the mirror-you felt nervous but-strangely calm-you didn’t look half bad, actually

A small smile graced your face as you walked out, your heels clicking against the floors as you walked into the photo shoot room

Now the question was where was your-

“Hey sunshine! Whoa, that get up looks great, looks pretty similar to something I wear dontcha think?” He was totally teasing you, his tone playful as he leaned into your blushing face

Suddenly your bravery was gone and you were a nervous wreck-your boyfriend was looking at you with hungry eyes, his orbs gazing over every exposed curve

“Mirio, you don’t have to look at me like that-“ you whined, feeling your cheeks burn bright red

“But I want to look at you like this babe,” he smiled, his voice dropping as he licked his lips- “you look absolutely delicious dressed up like that.”

Tamaki

“Oh cmon Tamaki, please come with us!” You pleaded with your nervous boyfriend, his brows furrowed in fear

It was the middle of October, and you and Neijire were planning to go to an early Halloween party in the middle of town

“I-I wish I could go bunny, I really do, it’s just-“

Tamaki was fiddling with is hands, his inky black hair cascading over his distraught face

He would love to go with you, but the thought of people, and dancing, and dressing up, and oh god what if they made fun of his costume-

You placed a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, sending him a reassuring smile

“No worries, Tama, I get it-just stay home and chill, I’ll make sure to come home a little early,”

“Oh-okay,” he obliged, watching you go into the bathroom to get ready

Tanaka decided to do exactly what you asked him to do-he watched some TV, ate some food, anything to calm his nerves as you got ready

After an hour or so, you emerged from the bathroom, walking into the kitchen in your full get up

Your hair was straight, see through yellow glasses covering your eyes. You wore a black leotard, the fabric hugging your curves as a beige cape draped around your thighs. Two purple belt laid against your hips, drawing attention to your plush thighs as your boots clicked around the apartment

Poor Tamaki practically choked on his cereal when you walked in-when you said you were wearing a costume, you didn’t tell him it was his hero suit!

Tamaki walked over a blush erupting over his face, “Y-y/n? W-what are you-wearing?”

You spin around, guilt pooling in your stomach as your eyes met your boyfriends flustered gaze

“I’m sorry Tamaki I should have told you! The party is “hero” themed, so I thought the best suit to wear was yours-do you...want me to take it off?”

Tamaki vigorously shook his head, his cheeks a fiery red

“N-no! Please don’t! Honestly, that’s the last thing I want...” he stuttered his shaking hands resting on your hips and pulling you gently to his chest

You had never seen Tamaki so bold-your eyes widened, your hands placed against his chest

“-but I don’t think you should go to that party tonight”

Bakugo

You ran over to Bakugo, your phone screen containing a pic of a cosplayer dressed up in full Bakugo hero suit, gauntlets and all

You legit shoved it into your boyfriends face, your face beaming- “look how cool this costume is!”

“Tch-Only I can wear my hero suit as well as me,” Bakugo scoffed, going back to eating his ramen

You looked at him distraught and disbelief- “Cmon, Bakugo, you had to admit it’s pretty cool-“

“Cool? He’s a fucking wierd ass nerd, making my hero suit...” Bakugo said under his breath, his eyes now glaring at his phone screen

You placed your hands on your hips- “So if I wore your hero suit, I would be ‘wierd ass nerd’?”

Bakugo chuckled harshly- “Yeah-but you couldn’t wear it, like I said, I’m the only one who can pull it off-“

Ha-if that fucker wanted to play, then you were here to win

You slammed your hands down on the table, your arms encasing a surprised Bakugo in between your arms

You gave him a wicked grin, making Bakugo’s crimson eyes wide with surprise-“Bet bitch.”

Y’all are so mean to each other 😳

You stomped out of the room, your mind now reeling-you had ZERO idea how to make his costume...

You quickly made a call to Mina and Momo, telling them about your predicament-Mina would help you design, and Momo would help make the materials

Both were extremely open to helping you, especially Mina-any attempt to destroy Bakugo’s overly high ego, she was down to do!

But she had a twist to your intial plan- “what if you did a sexy version of him! That’d show him!”

You weren’t exactly sure how that would do anything, but eh why not-if you could make him even more mad, this was the way to do it

Momo was hesitant to make such a lewd outfit, but you quickly reminded her of her revealing hero outfit

-she quickly agreed after that

Mina designed the “suit”-honestly it was just a bra with two orange X’s, bootie shorts with a grenade belt, and green ribbon connecting to the black thigh high boots

You complained to Mina about how uncomfortable the high heel was, which she responded with “Beauty is pain!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes

How would Bakugo’s suit be complete without the gauntlets! You three had the hardest time with that-deifnitely spent a whole day watching 3 hours worth of cosplay tutorials to make those damn things

But after many hours of snacking, hot glue guns, and screams of annoyance, you three FINALLY had the costume finished-and you couldn’t be happier! It honestly made you feel so cool and powerful...especially those gauntlets-

no wonder why he wore the clunky things, they honestly were fun to wear

You decided to wear the outfit before Bakugo came home one day, your face smug as you waited for him to enter your shared apartment

You finally heard the click of the door, Bakugo wearing his usual baggy pants and shirt he wore when he came home, his shoulder holding his duffel bag full of things

“-Hey”, he welcomed you gruffily, not even noticing your attire

“Hey yourself-“ you replied, a shit eating grin on your face as you walked over to him.

He still wasn’t looking, too busy rummaging through his bag- “Am I still a wierd ass nerd?”

Bakugo looked up, and holy shit was he in for a sight

When you said you would make his hero suit, he didn’t take it that seriosuly- you? Make his suit? Psh like that’d happen

BUT IT HAPPENED

You looked-really good in it too-he deifnitely was appreciating the extra skin that was involved 😳

You smirked at his obvious surprise, his cheeks a fiery red as you did a small spin in the suit- “How does it look?”

Suddenly you felt pressure against your wrists from Bakugo’s hands, your back now against the wall as Bakugo drank you in with his piercing red eyes

Now it was your turn to be surprised-cause crap you didn’t expect that to happen

He was now in control of the situation and he knew it-he gave you a shit eating grin, making your blood feel incredibly warm

“-it looks decent...but I think it would be better on the floor”

Kaminari

“Mina no, I’m not-“

You were in shock, flabbergasted, confused-when did they have a intimates based off of hero suits?

AND WHY THE HELL DID THEY HAVE YOUR BOYFRIENDS SUIT

“MINA YES!” she squealed, giggling as she pulled your size out of the rack

The little outfit was pretty revealing- all it was was a white lacy bralette, with a short black jacket with white lighnting bolt decal and a short black leather skirt to match

It was honestly not your thing-it also just felt wierd to wear something like this-

“Your buying it and that’s that-you needed neccesities and this-“ she shook the outfit in your face, “is a necessity!”

The girl seriosuly shouldn’t be allowed to spend money-she stuffed the outfit in her full bag of clothes, bouncing over to the register as you followed her from behind

“I needed bras Mina, not lingerie!”

Yeah she didn’t listen

You finally got home, trying on your new outfits from your shopping spree when you fell upon the set shoved in your shopping bag

The little pink sneak

You pulled it out-it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, she did buy it for you...

You quickly got into it, admiring your body in the mirror-it was tight alright, but kinda cute in ...the skirt accentuated your legs, the bra was decently comfy, and the jacket pulled the whole thing together and made it a pretty cool yet revealing outfit

Just as you were testing out how much movement you had in the leather jacket,you heard the door open to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared

“Hey babe, do we have any more toilet-“ Kamianri waltzed in, unknowingly oblivious to the scene before him, until he laid eyes on you

You never thought you saw the man blush harder-his eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks a hot shade of red as sparks of electricity flashed around his body

He obviously didn’t know how to react, and in his flusteredness, he somehow slipped on the floor, landing with a hard thud

“Denki!” You yelled out, scrambling to your ditzy boyfriend, “you okay?”

Kaminari gazed up at you, and holy crap he felt blessed- he had a full view of your exposed cleavage, a grin growing on his face as blood tricked down from his nose

“Oh no, Kami, you got a bloody nose-“ you scrambled to get him a towel, kneeling down to place it against his nose

He quickly swiped the blood away, his hands instead pinning yours against your back

“-Dont worry about that,” he grinned, his eyes a dangerous shade of yellow, “let’s worry about you babygirl...and where you got that little get up,”

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def-initely-soul · 4 years

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Jungkook, 6th bullet from first link plus "we only have to make it till blah blah 7hours away". Preferably enemies to lovers and he is dressed as a vampire 🤤

hmmm... I see how it is... 👀

pairing: jungkook from bts x reader (f.)

prompts: we’re in costume and I know exactly who you are but pretend I don’t so I have an excuse to make out with you just once & “We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… 7 hours away.”

genre: e2l au; murder mystery party au; smut; explicit

warnings: mature language; heavy petting; sexual content

words: 2.4k

You never should have come to Seokjin’s Halloween party.

You should’ve, you should’ve known he was bound to pull something out of his ass. Besides, that’s what he’s best at. Surprising you with elaborate schemes you never claimed you wanted to be a part of and then being a part of nonetheless.

And now you’re stuck with the one person you’d rather jump off to a tank of piranhas instead of being in the same space as him.

Seokjin, as well, went full-on Halloween mood and prepared an elaborate Murder Mystery party that doubled as an escape room theme as well. Basically, you were supposed to escape the room you were in, together with as many people you were inside with and then use the clues you found to track down the killer.

What Seokjin failed to mention, or deliberately concealed, was that at the time of the announcement, wherever you were, immediately became your personal escape room. So once his announcement over the speakers came to an end, the door to the kitchen where you were currently in, was locked shut, leaving you inside to try and figure out a way out.

And now you’re stuck with Jungkook of all people.

Seriously you’d rather eat rat poison instead of being locked up in a room with him. And that’s a painful death.

Strangely enough, he hasn’t attempted to talk to you for the past fifteen minutes you’ve been locked in here. Usually, he’d try to rile you up with backhanded compliments or straight-up mockery but not tonight. Tonight, he sits at the other side of the room, eyes fleeting over the dark walls and fake cobwebs to hunt for some, any clue. But his gaze never falls on you. Like he’s trying to avoid you or something.

That’s a first.

You sigh with a raise of your shoulders. Yeah, it sucks to be stuck here with him but you should make the best out of the situation and work together if you want to get out. “So, got any idea what to do next?”

Once you speak, the vampire-dressed boy turns to look at you with wide, doe-like eyes. Damn him for looking so adorable in a vampire costume.

Well, it’s not exactly a vampire costume, you guess he couldn’t be bothered enough to buy an actual costume. So instead, he’s dressed in black, leather pants that hug his legs tightly, drawing attention to his thick thighs and his tiny, little, huggable waist. On top, he’s wearing a black shirt with white details and the first three buttons undone, revealing the expanse of his silky smooth looking chest. The audacity of this man! As if he’s not hot enough to have girls dying at his feet, he also has to tease them mercilessly with just a sliver of skin too!

To top it all off he’s wearing a black, leather jacket and his hair is styled with some kind of gel that makes it look wet all the time as if he just got out of the shower. He wears red contacts to complete the look with just a few droplets of red syrup running down his chin and neck.

You resist the urge to slap yourself back into focus and instead you mentally berate yourself.

Don’t let his hotness sidetrack you!

“I, uh...Honestly, no clue…” he says sheepishly, chuckling softly as he rubs the nape of his neck awkwardly. Your eyes widen just a tad and you find it hard to swallow, staring at what seems to be a shy Jungkook, something you never had the pleasure of seeing before. Until now.

Wait, why on earth is he acting shy in front of you? Is this a trick?

“So, how do you know Seokjin?” he says, attempting small talk and you have to physically stop yourself from staring at him bewildered.

What does he mean “how do you know Seokjin”? He was there when you first met, what the hell is he-.

Oh. He can’t recognize you.

It’s probably the mask.

You came into this party dressed as a fallen angel. Wearing a black, thin-strapped, mini dress, a slightly lighter corset on top, paired with black wings, lace gloves, a black halo and also black mask that covers your eyes. You weren’t really in the mood for putting too much makeup on and the mask was the perfect solution to that.

Hm. That could explain why he’s suddenly acting all shy towards you.

So he doesn’t know who you are? This could be interesting.

“Uh, I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you…” you reply teasingly, a thought popping into your mind and you indulge yourself no matter how ridiculous the idea is.

Your reply has the handsome man across from you do a double-take before a smile takes over his lips. It’s sincere, nor teasing or patronizing, and you admit that when he looks like that he’s completely irresistible.

“Ah, then I suppose same goes with your name…” is his witty remark and it’s your turn to smile.

“I’d like to maintain an aura of mystery around me…” you respond, not capable of hiding the loop-sided smile on your lips, as he smiles back.

“Ah, the epitome of a perfect guest.”

“I only try my best.”

A comfortable silence stretches between the two of you as you stare at each other with curious eyes. Jungkook bites his lip in thought and your eyes follow the movement to rest on his soft-looking lips. God, you swear you’d almost-.

“What about your name?” you say instead, trying to chase away any indecent thought.

Jungkook’s smile turns into a smirk as a teasing glint takes over his eyes. “Ah, allow me to maintain an aura of mystery around me as well as you so well put it,” he responds, resting his torso on the wall behind him and crossing his hands over his chest. The muscles ripple with the movement, arms and biceps bulging against the fabric and his chest puffs up to reveal more skin behind his shirt.

You lick your lips unconsciously, not realizing you’re doing it until Jungkook’s smirk turns deadly and you turn your gaze elsewhere to regain somewhat of your bearings.

“So…” Jungkook tries to get your attention again and once your eyes are back at him, he looks satisfied. “Do you have any clue what to do next?”

You laugh out loud at that. “Sorry, all my brain cells have been effectively fried off by the entirety of Seokjin’s dad jokes,” you joke and roaring laughter comes out of Jungkook as he throws his head back, revealing the expanse of his neck in all his glory.

Shit, is he doing this on purpose? Is he deliberately torturing you with peaks of his skin and muscles?

“What do you propose we do now? We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… 7 hours away,” he comments, recalling the rules of the game. The only way to get out is to find the missing clues. Otherwise, the doors unlock once the game has ended or until sunrise as Jungkook said.

A wild, incredible idea makes itself known and you bite your lip guiltily.

Should you? You shouldn’t.

But Jungkook’s looking at you like you’re dessert. Like he wants to strip you off your clothes and devour you whole. Normally you’d never get such a reaction no matter how hard you try.

And the truth is yes. You did try.

When are you gonna have this chance again?

So you push yourself off the wall. “I have an idea…” you whisper slowly, letting your hair fall on top of your naked collarbones as you take a step forward. Jungkook’s eyes widen for just a millisecond but nothing else betrays his thoughts at the moment. Except maybe his tight grip on his chest as he struggles to not make a move yet. You watch with interest as his muscles strain beneath his clothes as he keeps himself back. His eyes though remain glued on you, following your every move, every swing of your hips as they trail down your body in appreciation.

You find a certain level of confidence as you near him.

“...And what is that…?” he replies, almost breathless and finally you realize how fast he’s breathing, chest rising and falling with every breath. His nostrils flare up, taking in your sweet perfume and he almost leans in. Almost.

You resist the urge to tease him. Instead, an innocent look takes over your eyes as you finally stand in front of him. The heat of his body engulfs you, standing so close to you and yet you don’t dare to touch him yet. But with one swipe of your hand, you could feel his biceps, you could trace the muscles of his abdomen, the expanse of his chest, let your nails graze his neck or scratch his thighs.

Instead, with his eyes glued to you, you do something.

You gather the red syrup trickling down his neck on your finger. You let it trickle down your digit as you feel Jungkook’s erratic pulse beneath your skin and as you look at him through your eyelashes, you push your finger in your mouth to lick the red liquid.

Not once taking your eyes away from his.

Jungkook stares at you with heavy exhales, heart beating almost out of his chest as he curses softly under his breath.

Then his palms press against your hips to push you closer. Your body collides with his own, hard muscles meeting supple skin and his lips fall on yours.

A moan breaks free from your mouth, lips moving immediately against him, trying to get a taste of him. He lingers on your tongue, sucking your bottom lip between his own with a roughness you’ve never experienced before. It almost crosses to neediness and the thought has wetness pooling in your underwear.

Your hands fly to grasp at his hair, grabbing at his locks roughly and a high-pitched moan escapes his lips.

You can’t help but curse at the sound, feeling like music in your ears, diving immediately back into his lips as you press him hard against the wall. His palms land on your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and you roll your hips against him in appreciation.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me…” he whispers mysteriously before he dives into the skin of your neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses on your collarbones alternating between bites and suckling bruises into your skin and another moan rolls of your tongue as you press him more and more against you. As if you want him to mold into you, to fill every empty space and press against your skin until there’s an imprint of him there.

His leg wedges between your own to press his thigh against your mound and you cry out loud once his movements bring delicate friction to your clit.

“Shit, don’t stop…” you mutter softly, grasping tightly at his hair to press him more into your skin.

His big palms knead the flesh of your ass, driving your hips to move more against his thigh, sending electrifying pleasure to your clit, feeling as if your knees are about to give out.

“Fuck, fuck, flex your thigh…” you order him and he’s quick to oblige, flexing his muscles and pressing his thigh more against you. Quickly he turns you around, pressing you against the wall, trapping you between the cold concrete and his warm body.

Your hips begin moving on their own, soft rushed breaths escaping you as you chase your pleasure. Making Jungkook picture how you’d ride his cock, the filthy notion filling every crevice of his mind, his grip tightening on your ass and with another curse, showing how affected he is, his lips return to devour your own.

You moan out loud, hands falling on his shoulders to steady yourself, to get better leverage to move more confidently against him. But then one hand begins moving down, pressing roughly against his neck, dragging your nails down his chest and abdomen. Before your fingers dive into his pants to wrap roughly around his clothed cock.

He cries out loud, head falling on your shoulder as he struggles to breathe, hips moving immediately against your palm as both of you move to reach after your high.

You move your fingers slowly against his length at first, dragging the fabric across his velvety skin. A wet spot forms on the fabric near his tip and you press your thumb on it, a hiss tumbling from his tongue in response.

“Fuck, Y/N, do it again, fuck!”

And you almost do, as the sound of your name falling from his lips arouses you more.

But then your eyes fly open as you realize he’s not supposed to know that.

“What?” you say immediately, hand leaving his cock to push him back to stare into his widened eyes. Still, you don’t push him completely off of you so Jungkook takes this as a good sign.

Though his mouth opens and closes with no words coming out as he realizes he fucked up.

“I, uh…” he stutters, trying to find something to say with not very much success.

“You knew who I was?” you demand with wide eyes and stern voice and Jungkook would be lying if he said that didn’t make him a little bit harder.

Damn it, he needs to focus for a second and stop thinking with his dick.

“I…” he takes a breath before a heavy sigh escapes him, deciding to come clean. “Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but if I said anything you would’ve fought with me instead…” he says guiltily and you almost go into panic mode thinking what he must’ve thought when he realised you were also into him.

But then you collect yourself. You’re both fully-functioning adults (although the “fully” part is debatable), now knowing that both of you are into each other. There’s no need for acting humiliated and panicked.

You both know what you want.

You huff a stray hair out of your face. “And you think I won’t fight with you now?” you say sternly and Jungkook swallows nervously, but judging by the tent in his pants that thing swirling in his eyes isn’t only fear.

You push him down to his knees as you rest one leg over his shoulder with a heavy, domineering gaze and Jungkook’s eyes widen as he licks his lips in anticipation.

A wicked smirk takes over your lips and your eyes gleam with lust.

“Get your mouth ready, baby boy. It’s time for your punishment.”

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psychedellic-phase · 4 years

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Ghosts & Icing

A/N: this request is adorable and I hope I did it justice!! I went with the seasons 12-15 gang because then there would be a ton of kiddos and also I love Luke Alvez and he deserves the world :)

TW: None fluff city

wc: 2.0k

Masterlist

“Spence, where does the green skeleton go? Between the pumpkins or next to the gargoyle?” You called up to Spencer, waddling over to the many boxes of Halloween decorations that your husband had accumulated over the years.

It was barely September 30th, and you were already decorating for his most beloved holiday. You didn’t mind; you loved him and he loved Halloween. So, naturally, you loved Halloween too. Before you met Spencer, you hadn’t even so much as carved a pumpkin each year, and the last time you wore a costume was at a college frat party. Well, if wearing a set of cat ears and drawn on eyeliner whiskers can even be considered a costume. According to Spencer Reid, it is not. But here you were, wearing a shirt covered in jack-o-lanterns and ghosts that barely fit over your protruding belly. Oh how life can change.

Spencer appeared seemingly out of thin air, looking frazzled, his hair more disheveled than usual, some fake cobwebs tangled in it, and orange lights draped around him like he was a Christmas tree.

“Don’t touch anything!”

You put your hands up in defeat, “Alright, I’ll let the Halloween king decorate his castle.”

You pottered over the front stoop, sitting on the hard concrete and watching him put fake cobwebs and oversized spiders in the bushes. You leaned back, rubbing your belly softly. It wasn’t that big, only twenty-four weeks, but you felt like you had stolen one of Spencer’s beloved pumpkins and shoved it under your shirt.

When you saw him again he was breathless. Only he could be overexerted from decorating.

“Should I put the tombstone next to the Frankenstein head? Or should I make a mini graveyard in the lawn?”

You grinned, admiring his child-like enthusiasm. He rarely had that anymore. Honestly, after all the real life horror he saw, you were surprised he still liked a jump scare. The second hand fear you felt for him everyday was more than enough; you didn’t need Freddy Krueger to supplement.

“I think you should do whatever you want, Babe.”

He groaned, “You’re no help!” “You’re the one that told me to not touch anything, Reid.”

He smiled, “You’re right, but now I need you to touch something.”

You wiggled your eyebrows and stood up, making your way to him. You smoothed out his sweaty t-shirt and moved his hair from his eyes, “I’ll touch whatever you want.”

He stifled a laugh, “I-I didn’t mean like that; that job has been done. I meant like you could put the ghosts along the walkway while I set up the orange and purple lights.” As soon as he finished saying it, the box of ghosts were in your hand and he was untangling lights.

“Hey! You forgot something!”

He stumbled over to you, looking side to side with wide eyes “What? What’d I forget?”

You puckered your lips and he smiled, planting a kiss on them.

“Thank you, and you better shower before everyone gets here. You stink Reid!”

“So do you, Reid! Love you!” He called after you before making his way back inside to find more decorations.

“Purple is the color of the seventh chakra, which represents the third eye and clairvoyance, so purple has become closely associated with the holiday as it is very spiritual in nature. Actually, purple has a rather complicated color symbolism because it is the mixture of calm blue and passionate red. The emotions attached to it vary, depending on whether or not it is a blue based purple or a red based purple. Which is actually an interesting conundrum when you look at the color spectrum-” Spencer rambled to the table of children and their parents who were just there to decorate sugar cookies and admire the ghost stickers on the walls.

Matt laughed, “Thanks for that, Reid. But I think Kristy was just complimenting the lights on the mantle.”

Everyone laughed and Spencer flushed a light shade of pink. You came up to him and admired the mess of a kitchen table in front of you.

On one side were the Jareau-LaMontagnes. Henry was old enough to try to make a ghost, but Michael was still too little to sit in his own seat. He was on Will’s lap, patting his hands on orange sprinkles and watching them stick to his little palms. Then he would clap and watch them fall to the ground around him, giggling every time.

“I’m real sorry about the mess, Y/N,” Will said in his sweet southern drawl.

You smiled, “Hey, I said we’d host Halloween cookie day. I’m more than happy to clean it up. Plus, it’s practice for this guy.” You patted your belly and he smiled.

On the opposing side of the table was the ever growing Simmons clan. David and Jake were squeezing green icing out of bags trying to make Frankensteins, and their younger sisters were hogging all the purple and drawing flowers on the cookies shaped like bats.

The kids weren’t the only ones having fun though. You set up a separate table for the adults. It was kind of like those wine and art nights, but in this case the art was edible.

Penelope got the short end of the stick (in her book at least) and was sitting next to Luke, aka Newbie, “You cannot just hog all the red icing! I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

Luke puckered up his face and mocked Penelope, “I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

“Oh SHUT UP SHUT UP! Just because you’re all macho and handsome doesn’t mean you get to hog all the icing!”

“Maybe you wouldn’t need the red icing if you hadn’t insisted on making the skull rainbow.”

Penelope groaned and looked across the room at you and Spencer, begging you to help her. The two of you just laughed and you leaned into Spencer’s side.

“When do you think she’ll finally admit she’s in love with him?”

Spencer laughed, putting his hand on the small of your back, “Never. Garcia is many things, and stubborn is one of them.”

Rossi was next to them, sitting back and not participating in the icing war that was going on in front of him. He just warned them that they better not get any on his brand new Italian silk shirt.

“It’s handmade, you know, only fifteen were even made. I had to call a guy who knows a guy who knows the maker’s sister to get one.”

JJ rolled her eyes, “Sure Rossi, and this shirt was actually worn by the Queen of England.”

She gestured to the black shirt she was wearing which clearly said, “Happy Halloween Witches!”

Dave scoffed, “Listen, Jennifer, I know Liz well. She would never wear something that tried to replace the word ‘bitches’ with ‘witches’. She’s classy.”

JJ laughed, taking another gulp of wine, “Liz? So what… you guys are on a first name basis?”

He shrugged, “Let’s just say, if Philip wasn’t in the picture…”

They were interrupted by Henry coming up to his mom and showing her the ghost cookie he had tried to make, “Do you like it, mom?”

“Wow dude! That is one scary ghost,” she said, taking it from him and licking some stray icing off her fingers.

He grinned proudly, and insisted on showing his favorite Uncle Spencer.

“Uncle Spence! Come look at my ghost!”

Spencer looked over at you, silently asking for permission to leave your side. You smiled and waved your hand, “Go! But please don’t get black icing on the ceiling again. This year, you’ll be the one cleaning it.”

He smiled and sat at the ridiculously small kids chair, looking like a giant, and picked up a few piping bags to make his own creation.

Suddenly Emily and Tara appeared next to you, holding an empty bottle of wine, “We need a refill, Mrs. Reid.”

You still blushed at the use of your married name, no matter how many times you heard it, “Follow me to the wine cellar, ladies!”

The two of them followed behind you as you walked carefully down the steps, “Spencer usually doesn’t let me down here. He says the steps are unsafe.”

“Uh, yeah, if I had known how narrow and steep they were I would’ve just asked you to direct me,” Tara said, looking for the light switch on the wall. She found it and soon the three of you were staring at the dark walls of the basement.

“Okay, maybe I lied. It isn’t so much a wine cellar as it is just a regular, creepy old basement.”

“Full of spiders,” Emily added, swatting at a cobweb on the extremely low ceiling. Spencer had to crouch when he came down here.

“That’s what you get for buying a house built in 1920, Y/N,” Tara added, as they both began sifting through the stray bottles of wine in a box on the floor.

“I know, but Spencer insisted because it ‘adds character.’”

“Being married to that man, I don’t know how much more character you need,” Emily said, pulling out a bottle of cheap Barefoot red wine, “I bet you miss this.”

You rubbed your belly, “I said I’m bringing a bottle of wine in my hospital bag.”

Tara laughed, “And what did Dr. Reid say to that? ‘Actually, Y/N, you can’t have alcohol in the hospital.’”

“No, no, I bet it was more like, ‘did you know that alcohol is a depressant? It slows down your cognitive functions, thus making it much harder to care for a newborn baby.’”

“Hey! Stop making fun of my husband!” you said, the two women looking as if they’d just seen a ghost, which was rather fitting for the occasion, “Only I get to do that!”

The three of you laughed and they helped you hobble up the stairs, where you were met by a sight you wished you hadn’t seen.

The first person you saw was Matt, white icing all over his red shirt and arms, and Kristy laughing next to him, using a finger to swipe some up and put it in her mouth. Next were the four Simmons children, each with varying amounts and colors of icing and sprinkles all over them. Then you saw Will, who for some reason had a chunk of cookie in his hair, and Michael on his shoulders. JJ was behind them, grabbing Michael’s hands and trying to wipe all the stickiness he had accumulated off of them.

Next was Rossi, who had an unmistakable drop of red icing on the arm of his Italian silk shirt. If he was a cartoon character, he would’ve had steam coming out of his ears. Garcia and Luke were next to him, each looking mortified and blaming the other. Garcia was smacking his arm lightly and Luke was shielding his face.

Then your eyes found the person you always looked for when you entered a room, and Spencer looked the worst of them all. His fluffy hair was matted down in places with green icing, cookie crumbs all over his cheeks and stuck in his scruff. His sweater was once cream colored, but now it was a mixture of green, purple, black, and gray. His hands were covered in icing and sprinkles and he was spinning Henry around in a circle.

You stood there and admired the scene in front of you for a moment, before Tara cleared her throat.

“What is going on here?”

Everyone stopped, and immediately Henry spoke, “He did it!”

He pointed straight at Spencer, who put his hands up, “Me? What’d I do?”

“Uncle Spencer started a food fight!”

“No, I think it was Garcia,” Rossi said and the room fell into a roar of laughter; Tara and Emily eager to get in on the fun and dip their own hands into some icing.

You admired them all one more time, rubbing your belly softly, before also diving head first into a mess of sprinkles and ghost shaped cookies.

This was your family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Scream My Name

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Summary: Meeting a stranger at a bar on Halloween. Nothing can go wrong, right?

Warnings: Dirty talk

WC: 628

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“I know what you want,” The stranger says, leaning close to her ear, his warm breath fans over the shell of her ear. The deep bass of his voice makes her shiver.

Turning her head, she looks into the face of a handsome stranger. His brown hair parts on the side, slicked back a little. There’s an easy grin on his face, it’s all cocky and bravado.

“Yeah?” Her lips curve up into a grin.

“Yeah,” He breathes out, his one elbow braced against the bar top as he looks at her.

Y/N eyes the stranger. He’s wearing black jeans, his shirt’s burgundy, sleeves folded back. She wonders who he’s dressed as, doesn’t recognize the costume.

She’s dressed in a skin-tight nurse costume, courtesy of her friend who came with her but has abandoned her for Mr. Spiderman.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Raising her one eyebrow, she asks curiously.

There’s a snort before he chuckles, “Baby, I’m a demon.” There’s a flicker of his eyes, and they turn black for a brief second.

Her mouth stands agape, thinks what special effect this is, wonders how long he did work on that.

“Wow, that’s impressive,” She smiles, and it’s weird because there’s something about him that tells her that she should not get involved with but also there’s another part of her that wants to find out more about him.

“Name’s Dean,” Showing his white teeth, he nods.

“Y/N,” She says, shy all of a sudden, but she still thinks about that opening line, so she asks him, “What do you think I want?”

He’s chuckling as he stands upright, moves over to stand behind her, cages her in and presses his chest to her back. There’s also no denying that the thing she feels against her asscheeks is not his phone.

God, she gets light-headed, the scent of him is all around her.

Leaning down, he nuzzles his nose against the shell of her ear, “You want to have a night to remember and I can give you that, sweetheart.”

Feeling bold, she chuckles, “Yeah? What do you want to do with me?”

“Gonna wreck you, how’s that sound? Gonna make you suck me off, you’d like that, huh? Your lips are made for sucking cock, baby,”

Fuck, it shouldn’t turn her on but it does.

“Gonna make you take all of me, and believe me, I’m not exactly small,” He buckles his hips up against her ass for emphasis, “Something tells me that you like it rough, don’t you?”

His one hand comes up to cup her tit, fingers searching and finding her nipple, pinches at it and making her moan and arch her back, driving her ass against his bulge that’s even bigger now.

“Y-yes,” It blurts out of her, her shame’s gone, thrown out of the fucking window.

There’s a chuckle again and he dips his face lower, tongue licking along her throat, “I thought so,” He sucks in a patch, draws blood to the surface, “Gonna make you gag on my cock when I fuck your face, sweetheart. And then, I’ll eat you out. See how many times I can make you come on my tongue alone,”

“Mmh,”

“Sounds good?”

“Yeah,”

“Gonna fuck you hard,” He thrusts his bulge against her ass, “Rough,” Another thrust, “Gonna spank you, you like that? Pull your hair,”

“Fuck,”

He captures her earlobe between his teeth, bites just enough for her to feel pleasurable pain, “Gonna play with your ass too, gonna make you like it, huh? Gonna choke you while I fuck you, gonna make you sing on my fucking cock,”

“Oh god,”

“Name’s Dean,” He chuckles again, “‘S time you remember that because that’s the name you’re going to be screaming tonight.”

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gaitwae · 4 years

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i miss you •||• Loki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2847

“You can’t just expect me to be okay with this!” you shout. You were arguing again, like always. You had been partners for three years, now, and even more than that, inseparable. It was often hard to stay away, no matter how angry you could be at him.

“And why not?” he roared at you. You were outside of your office. Loki had walked in with a sullen expression, telling you his wish. It angered you immediately. “I can’t keep putting you in danger like this! We’ve become too emotionally attached. I’m asking Fury for a new partner.”

You bite your lip, clenching you fists so tight your nails could draw blood. “You should at least consider my feelings, Loki!” You step closer, almost daring him to say it. Say what he always says.

“I have to keep you safe!” There it was. The same excuse. One that never really mattered in the end because you had more training and were technically the superior agent. You roll your eyes.

“Why? Why can’t you just deal with me getting in the occasional fight? Why is it such a big deal if I get hurt or if I go out alone?” you ask, seeing his eyes darken with rage but soften with fear. He opened his mouth, but no sound came, so you continued. “I’m one of the best agents S.H.E.I.L.D. has! I can do the dirty work! I’m not a baby, Loki.”

“Yes! That’s why I worry so much!” he argued. “S.H.E.I.L.D. always has us go on the most deadly missions, and you’re so idiotic as to think you’ll make it out without a scrape! I—We almost lost you, yesterday. I can’t be partners with someone like you.” You never fell for his silver tongue, but you could tell he was trying this time.

The statement hurt tremendously, but this was the man who came into your apartment for no reason (and invitation) and let you theorize with him in the middle of the night about missions and suspects. He cuddled you when you watched movies together, mumbling jokes in your ear when a character did something unbelievably stupid. He showed you his Jotun form and occasionally called you “Princess (Y/N)” instead of “Lady” just to tease. You trusted him above all others and vice versa.

The man who randomly bought you things while undercover and begged you if he could keep souvenirs of the little things. He took pictures of you after you bought him a camera, even against your wish not to. He could still end up being the closest to you like he always was. But you wanted to be his partner. No matter how much you complained about it.

“That makes two of us,” you spit. “How could I ever be partners with the God of Mischief and Lies? After all, he is just a monster.”

His eyes harden. “You don’t mean that,” he whispers. “You know I care about you. So much. But being partners any longer will jeopardize our work.” He swallowed thickly. You scared him, you know it. You hurt him. He tries to grab your hand. Rare moments he held your hand. You pull your hand away, still upset.

“How? Agents need a bond of trust, Loki!” you tell him. “Other agents are jealous of our connection, how well we work together.”

Loki POV

Jealous of our connection. No. Other agents were jealous of me, how close I was to (Y/N). They all wanted her, cherished her. She was such a sweet, funny, caring woman. I was a monster indeed. It was an odd pairing, and I could even see why others hated me. But one cannot help whom they are in love with. And who did I love? Her.

“Learn to trust someone else, then,” I suggest, rather rudely. “After all, this monster could betray you.” I used the same tone of voice as she did, mocking her some.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened with realization. “Oh, Loki,” she sighs. I try to keep my cold glare, but I look down to the floor. She walks over to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. One gently reached up to cup my face. I catch it and hold it close. “You aren’t a monster. I didn’t mean that, you know I didn’t.” I nod.

“I know. I know, (Y/N). But look at us. We . . . we should consider how any more losses would affect us. And this—this—this whatever it is needs to be talked about too.” I set a hesitant hand on her waist. “It seems like whenever we are around each other, the world goes from being a dark place to—”

“The Fourth of July?” (Y/N) suggested. After celebrating the ridiculous holiday with her, I understood what she meant. The fireworks, the booms, the thrill. I nod. Though neither of us are smiling, I feel we both understand how happy we are to have each other.

We’re still for a while, she against me and I holding her. Neither one speaks. And for once I’m glad to not be able to use my silver tongue. She finally looks up at me, but a pang runs through my heart.

“I cannot stay as your partner. What would happen if you were hurt because of my ignorance?” I ask her. “I care too deeply to watch you in danger, (Y/N). This isn’t a decision out of spite or selfishness. It’s out of love. We’d become dangerous if the other was in trouble.”

She looks reluctant with her answer. “You’re right, Loki.” She sighs. “You’ll still come over, right? Watch movies and stuff?”

“Darling, I’ll even sleep over and make you that cake you love, with popcorn.” I laugh, even though I’m completely serious. “I’ll brush your hair and play board games. Nothing we wouldn’t do on a day off.”

She smiled softly. “Really?”

“I promise. I will make the time for you.” I take her other and lace our fingers together. She grinned at me. I give her a soft smile. “We just . . . won’t work on the same part of projects anymore.”

Her smile drops. “I know. I know how much I say I’d take another partner all the time, but I don’t want one.” She pouts and looks away from me. I don’t know how to tell her I want to be her partner in more than work.

“It’s the best option,” I say, slow and steady but also sadly. “I promise nothing will change between us.”

She gave a slow, tiny nod. “Okay. Okay,” she says. “But if you don’t go now, I might make you stay.” She looks at me with her lovely eyes. A firm stare. Right now, I’m sure, more than ever, I’m in love with her.

I let go, wishing to kiss her, care for her, but I rush off to find Fury.

Your POV, four months later

Most people at parties have fun. You usually did. Usually. And this year, the Halloween party was at the top of its game. Everyone was looking astonishing. Your costume? A fairy. His costume? A pirate. He sounded the part along with looking it.

But you weren’t having fun.

You saw him with his new partner, Yvonne Cathery. He was laughing with her, probably at something she had said. With her lovely blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was a typical blonde: very pretty, very funny, and usually everybody’s type. And you felt hatred for her.

Your new partner, Charlotte Mendon, looked at you with a sort of worry. Her dark hair and eyes made her look pretty, but you could care less how she looked. She was one of your best friends, next to Loki and Natasha—well, just Nat now.

“Honey, you okay?” she asked. You shake your head, furious with Loki. He was busy, yes, and he was still coming over and doing everything he promised. The both of you were even close to sharing a kiss, a few months ago. (On a dare, but who cared? He looked eager enough to you.) Still, he wasn’t as close as he could have been. “It’s Yvonne, again, isn’t it?”

“I want to kill both of them, at this point,” you growl. You tense up more when Loki looks over at you. He smiled even brighter, waving. His face was tinted red, but you assumed that was because of his pretty partner. You glare. He looks confused and arches an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” he mouths. You point to him. He looks behind him at first, then points to himself. You nod. “Yvonne too?” he mouths more. You nod again. He looks dumbfounded and grins evilly. Yvonne asks him something and he makes an excuse. She pouts and attempts to seduce him into staying. He gets comfortable, walking away.

Toward you.

You light up like a Christmas tree. Why? Because he’s moving so fast, he’s running people over. His eyes are bright and so is his smile, but just as mischievous. Yvonne looks absolutely offended, and somehow, that’s okay with you.

He lifts you, making you let out a noise. He spins you. You try so hard not to laugh and stay angry at him. He sets you down and kisses your cheek, making you blush. “Loki!” you roar.

He pulls back, hands on your waist. “I knew you were jealous, I knew it!” he says, kissing your whole face. His grip was shaky, and you turned your fiery face to where he was sitting. Four whole bottles of hard, white alcohol. Was it a hundred proof? Oh no. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing: He was drunk.

“I-I’m not jealous,” you say, seeing Charlotte smirk. You were, and there was no use lying to Loki. He holds you close, cradling your head and giving a small laugh. You blush furiously, looking down on the ground.

“You are! You are!” He lets out a chuckle and goes to kiss your lips but you were quicker. You put your fingers to his mouth, pushing him away from you, just a tad. He looks surprised at the gesture.

“Whoa, Loki-Doki. Hold your drunk horses. No more kisses. I’m not jealous and you’re in my space. Not to mention ruining my wings; they took weeks to make! Move,” you say sternly. He pouts and lets go of you, though you could tell he wanted to love on you more. (Not that you didn’t like it, but he didn’t need to know that.)

“You’re still jealous of her,” he says, words slurred, a small smirk appearing and disappearing just as fast. “But you’re wrong about our relationship . . . she isn’t even someone I can . . . tolerlareate? Tolerate. I want you!”

“Loki,” you warn. He pouts more. To be fair, it was adorable. But it wasn’t like Loki to drink himself drunk. You press your lips together, using a softer tone. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby?” This was a tone you reserved for emergencies. Like nightmares and on the verge of tears. You were pretty sure this counted as an emergency.

He looks at you with worry and sadness, lips wobbling. “Come back to me. I miss staying up late with you and cooking for you and seeing you every second of the day. To be undercover and shower you with gifts I know you never saw the point in having, because what you wanted you already had and taking you out to dinner. I’m ready to be your partner, again, (Y/N).”

You sigh. “It’s only been a few months, Loki.” They way that he had described being partners . . . it had you worrying that he might just want more than that. You shivered slightly, your heart melting at how sweet he could be.

“But I miss you too much. I worry about you all the time, (Y/N)!” He holds your hands close to his chest, pleading silently. His heart was beating faster than you ever heard it before. It was getting really hard to say ‘no.’ “I almost went off base because you shut off your com. I wasn’t even supposed to be listening to it!”

You blushed. You knew he cared about you . . . but, dang, you were never going to hear the end of this from Charlotte. You look over to her, seeing her put a hand on her heart.

“So cute!” she giggled quietly. You roll your eyes a tad. You look back to Loki, cupping his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek, standing up on your tippiest tippy toes momentarily.

“Okay. Fine. Fine. When you’re thinking clearly again, we’ll talk about it over dinner or something,” you tell him, seeing his eyes light up again. “Got it?”

He beams and nods. “Thank you!” he says, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek, again. By now, you’re sure you look like the human tomato, even if the room was dark.

“Go get some water, okay? I’m worried about you.” You give him a soft, worried smile. He nodded. You squeeze his hand, pushing him away gently. He squeezes your hand back, holding on as long as he can. It seemed that drunk Loki was a lot more playful than usual Loki.

Charlotte smirks. “Is it just me, or did he seem really touchy-feely tonight?” she asked, her mermaid costume glittering as she sat next to me. I nod.

“He rarely ever hugs me, unless we’re watching something. And even then, he’s not holding me close and teasing or kissing me.” You look back to where he went. The water dispenser. He was drinking out of a paper cup. “Kissing me when drunk. . . . Definitely not what I was expecting. Can you imagine him doing it clear-headed?” You look to Lotte.

She nods. “Yeah, but you might have to dare him or something. Nothing much.” I glare at her. “What?” she asked.

“Seriously, Charlotte. Come on. He doesn’t like me like that —” She cuts you off with a laugh.

“Of course he does, (Y/N), don’t be ridiculous. You see the way he looks at you compared to others. How far he’s been willing to go for you, never mind he ignores what he did right after.” She gives you a light laugh. “I’ll bet my bottom dollar he’s head over heels.”

“You shouldn’t bet that,” you say, giving her a sneaky smile. “You might lose it.” Charlotte rolls her eyes.

“The point is, you might have a wish of yours come true. Why is it so hard for you to believe?” she asks you.

You run your hands through your (h/l), (h/c) hair. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up, Charlotte.” You give a melancholy sigh. “What if it’s just the alcohol talking?”

She gives you a reassuring smile. “Trust me, (Y/N). Just this once.”

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“Agent (L/N). Where are you going?” Phil Coulson says behind you, jumping you a bit. “You haven’t been properly introduced to your new partner.” His words are playful.

“Insulting, isn’t it?” Loki says, his voice coming from next to Phil. “One might think she wants to work alone.”

You turn around to face the sleek, blue eyed god. You grab his tie and smirk, pulling him down some to shrink the height difference. “As I recall, you were the one begging for me to come back. Now that we work together again, where’s my thanks?”

Phil makes a light laugh. “I see you’re properly acquainted. How about I leave you two alone?” He winks and walks off. “Don’t do anything Fury would catch!”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. It’s not like we will.” You look back at the god of Mischief. “Did you really mean everything you said to me at the Halloween party?”

“Of course, (Y/N). I admit, I lost a little self control, but everything was true.” He sets a hand on your waist and pulls you close, smirking softly. “And, um, you’ve never called me ‘Loki-Doki’ or ‘baby’ before.”

You blush. “You were drunk,” you say, but it’s still a horrid excuse. You move your hand from his tie to his shoulder, resting your other hand on his inner elbow.

“And? I call you Princess and Lady and darling and sweetheart and love all the time. Whether or not you’re drunk.” He smirked. “When are you going to admit you’re in love with me?”

“I . . . I—” You stop, blushing. “When are you going to admit you’re in love with me?”

He grins, pulling you even closer. You make a soft noise of surprise. He cups your face and kisses you deeply, and for a second, you’re not sure how to respond. He was kissing you. He was kissing you! HE was kissing YOU! He seems to lose some confidence, confused. You kiss him back, though, forgetting that’s what kissing was.

He kissed you a little harder, definitely with more excitement. You wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls away. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say.

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youbloodymadgenius · 4 years

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Yours (Vampire!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @geekandbooknerd‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday, Hayley 💝

The prompt We are all someone’s monster (Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows) is in bold.

@bluearchersstuff - Thank you for beta reading this for me 💖 It was the first time, it won’t be the last 😉

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Moodboard made by the talented @gearhead66 ♥️

Summary: You hate Halloween and of course you hate Halloween parties. But who’s this handsome guy who’s looking at you?

Warnings: not my best work, I’m sorry.

Words: 1821

You roll your eyes, sighing at your own stupidity. For the umpteenth time tonight, you're wondering what you were thinking about when you agreed to come. Of course, Sofia is your best friend, and she is the one who asked you to go with her.

Yet, you should have known better.

You dislike Halloween. Scratch that. You hate Halloween and everything about it with a passion. You hate dressing up. You hate cobwebs, fangs, zombies and skeletons. You even hate squash soup, and that's saying a lot!

But yeah, your friend can be convincing when she has a mind to be. And that's why you're here – almost against your will, so to speak – at Ben's house. Ben with whom Sofia slipped away over an hour ago. Probably upstairs. You don't even want to think about what they're doing right now.

Anyway, you're here, and that's all that matters…

The pounding music is too loud, the people too drunk, the place too crowded. If it wasn't for the handsome stranger who hasn't stopped looking at you since you showed up, you wouldn't be here anymore.

Nervously pulling and tugging on the little black dress borrowed from Sofia – oh no, not a simple black dress, a black dress with fucking skeleton print – you make up your mind and head toward the makeshift bar. You need a drink if you intend to stay. Something strong, possibly.

A 'Vampire Cocktail' in hand, you slowly cross the room. With every step, you can feel the stranger's gaze upon you; and you know with unsettling certainty that if you look back at him, he wouldn’t lower his eyes.

He was apparently alone, does not talk to anyone, or dance, and didn't look at anyone but you.

You should feel embarrassed, or even upset, but you aren’t. Knowing that his eyes are staring at you like that is surprisingly pleasant. And you can't help but feel hopelessly drawn to him, almost magnetically, or magically. Because strangely, wherever you are in the room, the man is there, never more than a few steps away from you.

The room may be dark, but you still can see the otherworldly blue of his eyes. You're entranced, fascinated, mesmerized.

Giving him a shy smile, you quickly avert your gaze, blushing. As you raise back your head, the man is gone, but when a gloved hand brushes against yours, you know it's his, without a doubt.

"Shall we go out?" He asks with a sultry voice that sends shivers down your spine. Even if he gives you a questioning look, his hand gesturing toward the large patio door, you know it's a rhetorical question. You don't have a choice and you don't mind it. The stranger wraps a strong arm around your waist, leading you toward the backyard.

You follow him willingly, almost obediently, a small smile playing on your lips. He leads you without saying a word, and as soon as the patio door closes behind you, the only sound you can hear is the thud of his cane on the gravel.

"Better here, right?" He takes a seat on a porch swing, inviting you to do the same.

"I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." His voice is hoarse as he slightly leans toward you, boldly resting a hand on your knee.

Confused, you want to ask him what he means. After all, you met for the first time less than two hours ago. But you don't get the chance, since he speaks again. "Very nice dress, by the way."

Scrutinizing you in the bright moonlight, he looks at you shamelessly, his gaze stopping first on your neck, then your cleavage, your breast and finally your fishnet stocking-clad thighs.

Intimidated, you blush and say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your… your Halloween costume is a piece of art. It's so… real…"

"My… what?" Quirking a brow, the man looks at you in disbelief.

"Your…," your shaky voice gives away your nervousness, "Your Dracula costume is… magnificent."

You're not lying. His clothing is stunning. From his three-piece suit – obviously made of luxury fabrics – to his silk cape of extremely high quality, everything suggests that his complete outfit is undoubtedly very expensive. As for his cane, you're willing to bet that its snake-shaped handle is made of… gold, no less. In any case, it's impressive and the handsome stranger makes a vampire truer than nature.

Visibly taken aback by your last assertion, the man just stares at you with wide eyes. It's as if what you just said didn't make sense to him. When an icy wind swirls suddenly around you and makes you shiver, he eventually speaks sternly, almost as he were scolding you, his jaw tight. "This is not a costume."

You're baffled, puzzled, confused. 'This is not a costume?' What does he mean?

"What… I don't… Wha–" You sputter, unable to gather your thoughts. Your heart hammering in your chest, you feel a knot growing in your stomach. Something feels wrong. Something feels very wrong.

His piercing blue eyes staring into yours, you want to avert your gaze, overwhelmed and slightly scared. But when he speaks again, it's with a velvet like voice that soothes you immediately, erasing your discomfort. "Shh… It's okay…" You wonder for a brief moment how someone can change their mood so quickly. You don't dwell on it though, because when he gives you a closed-lips smile, gentle and sweet, it melts your heart and you realize that, as if by magic, your fear is gone, replaced by desire and attraction.

What strange power does this man have over you?

Slowly, one finger at a time, the stranger takes off his gloves and places them on the swing next to him, while staring at you the whole time.

As he reaches out, his hand just inches from your face, you can't resist, and you don't want to. The pull is too powerful, the longing too strong. You want him to touch you. You need him to and so you lean forward, craving for his skin against yours.

But as soon as his fingers graze your cheek, you freeze, bemused and appalled.

They are cold. Abnormally cold. Ice-cold. Colder than… death. You swallow loudly and then get up hastily. "I… I sh… should… go…" You stammer, panic flooding your body. You want to run away but the man doesn't give you the chance as he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tight. " That would be extremely rude when we've only just met, don't you think?" His voice is a whisper, his tone soft but you know you don't really have a say, nor a choice.

Slowly getting up, he leans on his cane, wraps his free arm around your waist and draws you closer. He's so unnaturally strong, you can't even move as a cold wave washes over you. "I'll be gentle if you do as I say." He mumbles, his mouth against your ear.

Questions plague your mind suddenly. Why is he so pale? Why can't you feel his breath on your face? Why are his eyes bloodshot? Why didn't you notice anything earlier? You're terrified now, aware of the danger with absolute certainty.

"Who… Who are you?" You don't even know how you manage to babble those words. You feel weak and unsteady on your shaky legs. If it wasn't for his firm grip, you would certainly have fallen down by now.

"It's okay, Y/N…" He says once again, and you want to believe him, despite your fear, despite the… cold. A little voice in your head whispers that you never told him your name, but it doesn't matter, not when he's looking at you with so much tenderness.

What is he doing to you?

"I'm Ivar." His reassuring voice is gentle, as is his smile. "Ivar Ragnarsson." He doesn't say anything else but it's enough. That's all you need to know. You're relieved. He's Ivar. Of course. Who else – what else – could he be? You've been so silly. All those strange things… The cold, his eyes, his breathing – or his lack of – there is necessarily a pragmatic explanation for each of them. The truth is you don't care. He's Ivar. A handsome and very considerate stranger that you want to get to know better, and that's enough. Everything is fine. It's okay, he's right.

"Ivar…", you eventually repeat softly, and you love the way his name rolls off your tongue. Chuckling, you can feel yourself relaxing in his embrace. "You're going to think I'm dumb, you know? I wondered for a moment if you weren't a…", you gasp, feeling shy and embarrassed, but Ivar just looks at you, patiently waiting for you to carry on, and that's what you do. "… A vampire, you know. But obviously you're not. You're just a guy my age, with a fantastic Halloween costume, and it seems that I can't think properly, because who would think you're some kind of monster? That's insane, and I'm so sorry, and now I'm going to shut up because I'm pathetically rambling and if I continue I'm sure you won't want anything to do with me and that would be a shame because I– Oh my god, sorry!!" Covering your mouth with your hand, you blush as you realize what you were going to say. 'Because I'd love to kiss you, touch you, feel you…'

What is he doing to you?

Ivar keeps quiet, a semi-amused smile on his face. Eventually, he closes his eyes and then tilts his head back. "So, you thought I was a… how did you say?... a monster…" You can almost hear his grin.

"I know," you say shamefully, "that's stupid! You're allowed to laugh at me, you know? I won't get mad, really. I don't know what went through my head. A monster! What a ridiculous thought!!"

Ivar giggles while keeping his eyes shut. "Maybe not. You know what they say… We are all someone's monster…"

And then, he opens his eyes. And everything goes faster.

His eyes turn black. A feral growl escapes his lips. His smile is a predatory one.

You can clearly see his pointy fangs.

And you feel weirdly calm. You're not surprised, and you're ready. You need him, all of him.

"I don't know if it's true…", you don't recognize his voice, hoarse and raspy, but you don't mind, as you don't mind when he pushes your hair away, his teeth already grazing the delicate skin of your neck.

"However,” He mutters as you arch against him unwittingly, "there is one thing that I can say for certain. I'm definitely yours."

And right after that, sharp fangs piercing down into the flesh of your neck, a burning pain lances through you, fading soon into an aching pleasure. You release a gasp, bucking your hips.

"Please, unravel me, Ivar."

What did he do to you?

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