#bonfire beanie

[moonheecore]

Lover Boy — lhs (m)

Pairing: Boyfriend! Heeseung X Afab! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), college AU, established relationship.

Warnings: Soft Dom! Heeseung, protected sex, consumption of alcohol lots of praising (fem receiving), multiple orgasm, oral (male & female receiving), love making because Heeseung is whipped for you, teasing, cowgirl, dirty talking, Heeseung is both a frat boy and a basketball player which is lethal to the heart, overuse of the word pretty and baby, feat other 01 boy group members, hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else. 

Summary: Lee Heeseung, your sweet boyfriend that you have wrapped around your finger. His favoritism towards you didn't escape the notice of his close friends, leading to a well-known moniker they often used when the girlfriend privilege was evident— Lover boy.

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The atmosphere, combined with the chilly night air, provided a comforting feel. Amid the ongoing frat party, you and a bunch of your circle of friends sought solace on the mansion's back patio, where a warm bonfire painted the scene orange.

You registered the soft sound of your boyfriend’s laughter in the air, watching him and Jeongin joked around with a very drunken Beomgyu across from you. The said male was playing the acoustic guitar carelessly until a visibly annoyed Jaehyuk took the instrument away from the semi-conscious guy.

Lee Heeseung.

The fraternity president, the star and ace player of the school's basketball team, the heartthrob of every girl on campus— and your incredibly attractive boyfriend.

When you said he was effortlessly hot, you meant every word.

He sat there, clad in his usual outfit of a simple black t-shirt and a pair of ripped dark blue jeans, his soft faded purple hair tucked under one of his many collection of beanies. You observed how his dangling earring swayed with each flash of his pearly white teeth, a response to the antics his friends were pulling.

Your eyes trailed to the item hung around his neck, a delicate necklace that he never forgot to pull out of his shirt—your initials carved in silver, proudly displayed for everyone to see.

You felt a bit embarrassed when you gifted him the accessory at first, but you had never seen Heeseung’s doe eyes filled with mellow tenderness as he kept fidgeting the letter with a small smile.

Since then, you’ve never seen him take it off.

A sense of endearment bloomed every time you saw it around his neck. He wore it to his basketball practice, in the shower, to bed— everywhere.

Even in those intimate moments, it dangled above you, the delicate chain brushing against your lips as he thrust into your sopping wet core, fucking you wholeheartedly against the bed sheets; or when you would entangle your fingers between the cold chains, the grip providing the perfect leverage as you ride his cock, the symphony of his encouraging moans blending with the creaking of the bed frame.

You felt almost comical at how shaken you were by a piece of jewelry.

"Hey, are you even listening?" Yunjin's voice cut through your distracted thoughts.

You turned your head to face her, obviously startled. "What?"

Yunjin scoffed, taking a sip from her red cup. "If you don't stop eye-fucking your boyfriend, I might puke on you."

“I was not!”

Yunjin raised an eyebrow at your answer, clearly unimpressed. You closed your mouth in silent embarrassment, hugging Heeseung's jacket around your body tighter. The waft of his cologne gave you a piece of mind.

You sighed in defeat, "—okay, fine, maybe I was, alright. Is that a crime now?” Yunjin's expression softened, and she nudged you playfully, finding your annoyed yet adorable expression to be one that lit amusement.

“Well, I guess you're in some kind of luck, girl. He is looking right back at you."

You blinked, surprised, and turned to see Heeseung gazing back at you with a fond smile across the bonfire. The orange hue from the flame seemed to accentuate the way his eyes lowered down before locking onto yours again, as if he was drinking in the sight of you. He raised his eyebrows enticingly, patting his lap like a signal for you to join him.

A blush crept onto your cheeks.

"You're having too much fun with this," you remarked, getting up from your seat as Yunjin's playful laughter filled the air as you left.

God, you hate it when she has then upper hand. But you hate it even more when you feel like a giddy middle schooler while heading towards your boyfriend.

His gaze stayed fixed on you throughout, leaning back on his seat to create a comfortable space for you to settle on his lap, both legs elegantly positioned on one side. You feel his hands immediately on your body— one securing your back, while the other gently on your bare knee.

Heeseung was so warm that you instantly melt in his embrace, resting the side of your head against his shoulder. You fought against every instinct, refraining from burying your face in his neck. It was as if the lingering scent of his sweet cologne on the jacket he gave you at the party's start wasn't sufficient to satisfy the yearning within you.

"Are you cold?" He asked, already taking a blanket to drape over your exposed legs. You stared at his side profile, letting out a soft hum at his attentiveness. He glanced down at you, only to find you already staring back.

Gosh, you could drown yourself in his eyes.

"Hi," He whispered, as if having you in his arms was the most casual thing.

"Hi," You breathed out shyly, wrapping your arms around his neck to shorten the distance between your faces.

The both of you struggled to contain your laughter at the exchange. The noise of your friends and the crackling bonfire seemed to fade away as you locked eyes with each other.

“You look really cute tonight.” You blurt out, feeling his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your knee under the covers.

He raised his eyebrow in feigned offence. “Cute?”

There was a mischievous glint in his expression, and it was impossible to ignore as he leaned down to boldly fix his gaze on your lips.

"Not hot?" he questioned, your breath hitching as his fingers traced up your legs, ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. It made your heart race, especially considering he was doing it discreetly with people still around.

"Or sexy?”

You bit down on your lower lip, trying to contain the small moan coming out when he cups your clothed cunt. Heeseung observed every scrunch of your face, feeling your fingers tugging at the hairs on his nape and the way you pressed your thighs together, curling inwards towards his body.

Heeseung wished he could tease you even more, relishing in your adorable reactions. However, he could feel himself getting worked up too, forcing him to whisper against your ear.

“Let’s go to my room, yeah?”

You nodded quietly against his shoulder. He shifted to grab the blanket and laid it on the empty chair, prompting you to stand up and fix your skirt, which had ridden up during his little ministration.

"Hey," Heeseung called out to Jeongin, intertwining his big hands with yours. "We're heading inside."

"What! Already?" Beomgyu's slurred words cut through the conversation, loud enough for others to hear. "Come on! The party's just about to get started!"

Heeseung looked visibly annoyed as his friend draped an arm around his shoulder. Clearly under the influence of alcohol, he glanced over Heeseung’s shoulder, catching sight of your connected hands and the noticeable flush on your cheeks.

"Ohhh, I see why you're leaving early," Beomgyu said with a massive grin on his face and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Heeseung, you fucking dog! Lover boy getting his dick nice and wet tonight—“

Before Beomgyu could continue, Jeongin smacked his palm over his mouth from behind to stifle the rest of his sentence, holding him in a headlock. He signaled to Heeseung to go and shot you an apologetic look as well.

But the damage was done, and you shyly lowered your head as Heeseung pulled you away where people were whistling and howling in your direction as you past by.

"God, I was about to sacrifice him in the fire if he didn't stop yapping."

You giggled as he grumbled under his breath, reaching the steps of the patio. He opened the back door, ushering you inside the house where the party showed no signs of slowing down even in the wee hours of the night.

The thumping bass of the music reached your ears as you walked down the hallway, navigating through drunken students flowing between the dancefloor in the living room and the kitchen stocked with an abundance of alcohol.

The tight space between the sweaty figures made you feel claustrophobic, but the reassuring touch of Heeseung's fingers laced with yours and your other hand holding onto the belt loops of his pants kept you from getting lost in the sea of crowds.

Heeseung has always made his strong presence felt by you.

He always ensured you walked on the side away from the road, poured and guarded your red cup when you were away, stayed sober to drive you home, rested his hands at the back pocket of your pants when you walk together or when he would wait for you patiently outside of the restroom when you felt unwell.

His favoritism towards you didn't escape the notice of his close friends, leading to a well-known moniker they often used when the girlfriend privilege was evident—

Lover boy.

Your lover boy, the man who was pinning you against the door of his bedroom, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your jawline, kissing your lips deeply the moment he locked the doors.

You opened your mouth slightly, allowing his hot tongue to explore the cavern of your mouth. The intensity made you tangle your fingers in his soft hair, eliciting light moans and groans from both of you that he gladly swallowed down.

You weren't sure if you were tipsy from the alcohol or his taste because you started to feel fuzzy in the head.

“Is my hair in the way?” He questioned, sounding a little out of breath once he broke the kiss.

He rest his forehead against yours, the bridge of your noses grazing each other at the proximity. You chuckled softly, pushing back the lone strands of his hair that escaped when you pulled his beanie off.

“Yeah, a little bit.”

You licked his bottom lip sensually, mesmerized by the way it glistened with saliva. Heeseung bent down to capture your lips again swiftly, his heart going wild with what you did, circling your waist to pull you flush against his body.

You weren't going to lie; you felt out of breath, getting lost in the rhythm of his mouth moving hungrily. But you didn't want to stop, going insane with the way his hands were slowly smoothing down your body.

"You look beautiful in this skirt," he murmured, pressing a kiss at the corner of your lips before switching to your jawline and down your neck.

“I wore it just for you…” You admitted, sighing softly when he nib and suck at the sensitive spot of your neck, holding his hair tighter when he moved to knead the back of your thighs.

"Is that why it's so short?"

You felt him smirk against your neck, letting out a sudden gasp when his hands moved under your skirt to grope an ample amount of your bare ass.

"Hmm? Planning to seduce me with your slutty ass out for everyone to see.”

Now your cheeks were on fire.

It was rendering you speechless, with only the ability to weakly shake your head. You couldn't bring yourself to make eye contact with Heeseung as he looked back to gauge your reaction. Doing so would likely leave you feeling weak in the knees.

Heeseung could only smile at your cute reaction, especially when you tried your best to hold back your moans but failed.

“Naughty girl, but I guess it work, right?" Heeseung drove his point home when he took one of your hands, gently guiding you to palm his semi-hard cock through his pants.

He let out a shaky sigh when you knead firmly along his thick length. "Feel how hard I am for you, baby. Only you can make me feel like this."

Heeseung let out small whiny moans as his head fell to rest on your shoulder, bucking his hips shamelessly in your hand as his cock grew heavy, a tight dent forming at the front of his pants.

You felt the familiar pooling of wetness gathering, both at the base of your tongue and between your thighs.

“Seungie,” You call out, pulling on the bands of his pants shyly with half lidded eyes and swollen lips courtesy of him. “Can I suck you off, please?”

Holy shit, he could get a cardiac arrest with the way you said it with so much lust.

"I’d love that," he grinned, leading you to his bed as he sat at the edge, pulling his shirt off to exposed his ripped body.

You promptly went on your knees between his legs, causing him to caress his thumb over your cheek as you fiddled with his buttons and zipper before pulling his pants and boxers down, swiftly releasing him from the tight confinement.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful cock lying hard against his abs, the head already aching and red with pre-cum leaking at the tip. The sight of his tight balls entice you even more, leading you to kiss them first before sucking gently on the flesh.

"So eager, baby." He cooed, using one hand to lean back on the mattress while the other rest on the crown of your head. "Just like that pretty girl, fuck—"

He rasped out a loud moan when you licked a long stripe up along his length before swiftly engulfing his head in your mouth. Heeseung felt absolutely winded at the sight of you stuffing your cheeks full of his cock, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail so it doesn't get in the way of the sight.

You started to bob your head, smoothly pumping his length in and out past your lips. You jerk his remaining length expertly while your other hand fondle with his balls.

"So pretty like this, taking me so well. Bet you've been thinking about fucking your mouth in my big cock the whole night, right, baby?" He smiled down at you.

You were so drunk with his taste that you could only hum in response, swirling your tongue around his tip before dipping it into his slit. Heeseung instinctively tug your hair, pulling your face closer until your nose was touching his pelvis as you tried to accommodate him beyond your usual capacity.

You knew his most sensitive spot— slurping on his bulbous head while you slid your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock as much as possible.

"Ah god, fuck, baby, that's it." He whines, thrusting into your mouth, pushing his cock until it hits the back of your throat repeatedly. Your jaws were aching, but you fight the urge to gag by hollowing your cheeks, letting him use your mouth free to his will.

You didn't care that drool was spilling at the corner of your mouth or that the corners of your eyes were starting to sting with tears. Heeseung was at the mere edge of his release and your clit was throbbing to even think about him spilling his seed into your mouth.

"Y/N, fuck—“ You could hear the rawness of desperation in his voice, chest heaving. The hand gripping on the back of your head turned rough as he sloppily pistons his hips forward that almost make you choke.

"Gonna cum in your mouth, baby girl. Gonna fill you up nice and good down your throat until all you taste is me."

And you’ll gladly let him, feeling his head twitch a few times against the roof of your mouth before he release the tension in his shoulder, lurching forward and swearing loudly as ropes of his white cum coat your entire oral region.

Despite feeling light-headed, you continue riding him of his orgasm as you swallow down his hot load and lick him clean. In fact, it made Heeseung shudder in pure pleasure, wiping down your smudge eye linear with a gleeful expression.

"Sorry, are you okay? I seriously couldn’t hold back…”

He sheepishly apologized, smoothing down your tousled hair as you rested your head against his thigh.

"...and I came a lot." He mumbled, and you giggled at the way he turned bashful when just a second ago, he was rolling his eyes while shoving his shaft down your throat.

“It’s fine.” You reassured him. Heeseung wanted to plunge himself into your mouth again when your wipe the excess cum at the corner of your lips, licking it without a second thought.

"You taste absolutely delicious."

You began to kiss the dips of his v-line, holding onto his thighs as you move to tongue at his navel. You could feel his stomach tense up as you lick the valley of his abs, trailing up and standing on your feet to reach his neck and jaw before settling on kissing his lips.

You circled your hands around his neck firmly, thumb pressing on the prominent swell of his Adam’s apple.

“Don’t you think a good girl like me deserves to be rewarded?” You look at him with those dreamy eyes he can’t refuse, or maybe that was just the afterglow of sucking his cock that makes you look irresistible under the bedroom lights.

Heeseung's hands slipped under your shirt, gently tracing your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

“Maybe if she strips down for me I’ll consider.” He purred, doe eyes darken with lust. "Get naked for me, baby, and I promise to make you feel incredible."

If the arousal trickling down your thighs wasn't a clear sign of your longing, the fact that you promptly followed his command under his hungry gaze certainly speaks volumes.

"Fucking beautiful," he whispered as you peeled off your bra, licking his bottom lip as he watched your breasts bounce free. Now, you were left in only your skimpy panties.

"The most prettiest girl in the world." He lament, pulling you closer and situating you between his legs, your exposed breasts now right in front of his face. Your tits were hardening as he firmly grasped one of them.

"—and I get to have you all to myself."

You instantly crumbled when he captures a nipple between his pouty lips, suckling on the hard nub until you feel the pressure on your skin. His other hand toyed with the other perky breast, kneading it and ensuring it received the same attention as he pinched it between his fingers.

"Feels so good, seungie..." You moaned out, your fingers found purchase in his hair again as you arch your back when he switch to engulf the other nipple with moist kisses.

"Fuck...love it when you use your tongue on me." You were shaking your head, body trembling when he kept nibbling and lapping at your sensitive nipples, coating them with his thick saliva.

"I know, baby." He gazes up at you with a knowing expression, leaving bite marks on the swell of your breast. "Think you can handle it if I eat your pretty little pussy?"

Fuck, no, you don’t think so.

To many people on the outside, he has the sweetest pair of lips, always complementing and giving you lovey-dovey kisses in public. But behind the scenes, his dirty mouth never stops moving on your body, and you know for a fact that his tongue is the spawn of the devil. It won't end until every drop of your arousal coated his taste buds, and you crying for him to stop.

But you fear you might go insane if the ache between your legs isn't relieved soon, succumbing everything you have to him.

"Yes, please, I need you now." You urged.

Heeseung laugh softly, a big smile plastered on his face.

"C'mere, baby. Get on the bed and lay down for me."

He instructs, standing up and turning you both around so that you're pressed against the bed.

He took a pillow to gently tuck it beneath your head, making sure you were laying down in a comfortable position. You were observing every move he made impatiently, and he took obvious notice of that.

“You look like I’ve already made you cum,” He teased.

Blushing at his words, you watched as he settled to spread your legs open. The sight made his cock twitch, the damp patch of fabric clinging to your folds, outlining the curves of your lips. He could already imagining how swollen and soak you were, and he haven't even properly touch you yet.

"You're so wet, baby," He praised, peeling your panties from your pussy. "Are you sure you haven't cum yet?"

You shake your head, spreading your knees wider for him to tug off your panties from your ankle. "No, I wanted to wait for you."

"Such a good girl."

Heeseung seemed satisfied with your response, especially when he could confirm that you weren't lying. Your pussy was slick with arousal, and your clit looked engorged to the touch. He was sure it was courtesy of you humping the carpet floor when you were on your knees for him.

Heeseung laid on his stomach, hooking his arms behind your thighs. It was like a wet dream, having his head between you legs and feeling the heat radiating from his breath as he drew closer to your bare cunt. You fingers entangled itself in his soft locks when he blew on your sensitive clit.

"Heeseung, please don't tease— ngahhh.”

The words died in your mouth the moment he licked a stripe of your core, as if to test the waters before fully lapping on your wet folds. You lifted your hips, hearing the slurping sounds of his lips smacking around your cunt. His button nose pressed on your clit so deliciously that you hoped the loud noise from the party was drowning the even louder cries of pleasure escaping from your throat.

"yes, yes, fuck, faster." There was the familiar knot blooming in your stomach, the one that was growing the more Heeseung prob the tip of his tongue in and out of your lose slit.

A soft groan emits from him, driven by the way you would roughly scrape your nails on his scalp as you start grinding on his face feverishly. His chin is dripping with drool and your arousal, your sweet scent and taste overwhelming his mind, causing him to quicken his pace and latch his lips onto your clit.

He flattened his tongue on the pearl, flicking it back and forth, face pressed deeply between your thighs until you were a convulsing mess on his bed.

Your abdomen was pulsing erratically, your walls clenching over nothing as you released the torment you had kept. An orgasm washed over you like cold icy water, throwing your head back as Heeseung's tongue continued to coax every bit of your climax until he was satisfied. He was going down on you, making sure to clean every crevice that he might have missed, even when you were weakly whining that it was too much.

He was fucking pussy drunk. There was no other explanation for him literally drinking you up right now.

"You're such a cute mess.” He was peppering your inner thighs with kisses, watching you squirm from the sensitivity every touch on your skin brings. "Always so ready for me to taste."

His sun-kissed skin glowed with sweat, his hair attractively disheveled, while his lips were swollen with a sweet pink hue. He gingerly moved and leaned down to kiss you square on the lips. It was light-hearted, simmering down the intensity of everything that happened before.

He was gentle, holding your jaw tenderly as you both basked in the warmth of your proximity.

"You did so well for me, baby." He bumps his nose against yours. "Think you can keep going?"

It was sweet of him to take note on the exhaustion reigning on your features, but you honestly don’t think the night could be completely over until he fucks your pussy with his cock.

"God, yes,” You nodded, gnawing on your lower lip. "Lemme ride you.”

He wasted no time in positioning himself to sit up, leaning his back on the headboard. You took this as an invitation to sit on his lap as he rummage on his side drawer for a condom.

“Wild berry or bubblegum, what do you think?”

“Heeseung, please just hurry up.”

You snapped, snatching one of the wrappers from his hand.

Heeseung's boyish laughter filled the air, his beautiful smile and his eyes turning a beautiful crescent shape. His silly jokes could never be separated, to the point where you swore he was secretly a masochist for finding joy in seeing you suffer in the most unconventional moments.

You rip the package open with your teeth before rolling it onto his already hard cock that twitches with every friction from your contact. Now, you thought you were the one being needy when he was literally manhandling you to hover over him.

You rest your hand on his broad shoulders. With one hand on your waist and the other wrapped around the base of his cock, he guides the tip to your entrance as you slowly sink down simultaneously.

He rasped out words to encourage you to lower your hips, the loud sounds of both of you moaning in rapture together when he fully bottoms out filled the room.

"Holy shit." Heeseung's head fell to knock on the headboard, his chest going up and down erratically. "You're so fucking tight."

Heeseung's large cock was throbbing inside of you, filling you completely as if he was made for you. The initial discomfort of the stretch slowly fizzled out, and pleasure took over as you craved more of him. You guide his hand to wrap around your waist, moving your hips up and down on his length.

You were absolutely enamored, lifting yourself before sinking back down with a heavy weight, feeling his mushroom tip pressing on the deepest part of your cervix. Your inside were spasming insanely at the hot contact, leaving you to spill a mantras of moans.

You lean back to rest your palms on his thighs, grinding and rolling your hips, hearing the soft creak of the bed as you begin to bounce on his cock sloppily. Heeseung's moaning and panting under his breath, pulling your waist impossibly close when he feels you clench around his girth deliciously.

"You look so hot. What the fuck." Heeseung gasped out, watching your through half lidded eyes.

His view of you was just amazing— your perfect tits bouncing when you slam your hips down at an angle, your wet pussy squeezing him tightly that he could see a white ring of precum collecting at the base of his shaft. Pieces of your hair were stuck to your forehead, your face so fucked out that he could easily cum from this image of you.

"Fuck, Heeseung, touch me."

You alluring voice was like a spell, coaxing him to fondle your breast while his thumb played with your puffy nipples. You continue to overwhelmed him as you move faster, both of his hands slowly glide down to grab your ass cheeks, aiding you to move back and forth on his cock sensually when he notice you slowing down.

"Keep going baby, I love it when you spread your pussy and ride my cock."

You shake your head in desperation, your thighs trembling in exhaustion. "Can't— I can't go on anymore."

You didn't need to say twice, and he was already pulling you to rest on his chest.

"It's okay, baby, I got you." Heeseung holds you by your love handles before he started thrusting up roughly.

It became apparent that both of you were on edge, becoming overly sensitive to each other. Every drag of his cock against your walls throwing both of you into overdrive. While you were holding onto your dear life to stay afloat, Heeseung was becoming addicted to the pleasure, pounding into you until the loud sound of clapping filled the room.

You're not sure anymore whether it was the sound of his thighs or his balls slapping against your ass.

You couldn't focus anymore, not when you were struggling to stay upright as he was balls deep into you. He was so big, so hard that he was practically throbbing against your walls. Not even a second did he slip out, despite the brute speed and strength he was using to rail you repeatedly at your sweet spot.

The burning knot in your stomach was coming back, getting tighter and tighter as he makes a mess in your insides.

"Heeseung." You're voice crack at the end, nails digging at his back. "I— I'm about to fucking cum."

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you hide your face in his neck, the feeling of his fingers rubbing and pinching on your clit made you clamp harder around him. You chanting his name over and over again only deepen his desire to absolutely ruined you in the best way possible.

"That's it, baby, cum for me." Heeseung nibbled the lobe of your ear, the movement of his hips faltering gradually as he was near his high as well. "I want to see you cum all over my cock like a good girl."

There was a second of pin-drop silence before you slump on his chest, crying and moaning as you feel your second orgasm shaking your body and soul. Heeseung was not far behind you, stuffing your sore slit with one last crash before you could feel his chest vibrate with loud groans, releasing strings of hot semen into the rubber.

The knot in your stomach was untied, losing its overwhelming pressure, and it mixed wonderfully when Heeseung's face morphed into a satisfying glint, his head falling to rest on the headboard.

It feels like a symphony of wonders, the heat of everything blending in from the heavy breathing and the slick dripping down your thighs as Heeseung pull out of you to tie the soiled condom. You close your eyes, ears pressed against his chest as you follow the lullaby of his heartbeat to calm your mind down.

Your hands mindlessly twirl the chains of his necklace, and Heeseung embraces you tighter in his arms. He leans down to place a sweet kiss on your cheeks, pushing back some stray hairs behind your ears. He let out a tender sigh when you snuggle closer, prompting him to trace your back gently with his fingers.

Your legs was sore but you regained your bearings to kiss him, gently humming when you feel him smiling against your lips.

"I love you, Heeseung." You said softly.

He peered down at you, his eyes saying everything without a word as he gave that lovesick expression, admitting that he will forever be—

"I love you too. Always."

—Your lover boy.

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🔍QNA MASTERLIST (PT.2)🔎

This masterlist covers Mychael's anatomy and general lore.

For part 1, it's [HERE].

Regarding Mychael's anatomy...❔

Are his horns and tail fragile?

His scleras are black.

His skin texture is eerily smooth and thicker than a human's.

He smells like fresh cut grass with a hint of bonfire.

His lower eyes has tear ducts, and he can see in the dark.

His blood is blue. + neat facts about blue blood!

His tail isn't poisonous.

His tail has nerve endings and can bleed. It also grows back.

What happens when he's 'sick'.

His top and bottom eyes have 'blind spots'.

He's not fae, so he wouldn't get hurt from metal.

He doesn't have a belly button.

He was a kid, but he didn't start as a baby.

He can't have kids.

He doesn't have fangs. ::-)

His tail length.

His tail length, part 2 (TW: maths).

His horns and tail are a little squishy and can bruise.

His body shape can be whatever you like!

His mushroom horns and tail are flesh.

He wouldn't be affected by substances like humans.

Random Mychael lore❕

He has a different name in his own language, but goes by Mychael.

He doesn't have a last name.

When did he start knitting and why?

Where did the nickname 'firefly' come from?

What music would he like?

His favorite smells are old books, honey and gasoline.

He's super ticklish.

How did he carry MC to his home?

His favorite thing to knit are beanies.

He'd love bringing you outdoors.

He's a quiet sleeper.

He sleeps in a fetal position.

He'd love cheek kisses.

(Minor) loredump!

His knowledge on marriage.

He's overworked himself when fixing up the cabin.

Would he like stargazing?

You're not the first human he's found unconscious.

He'd be okay wearing a dress.

What's his wardrobe like?

He has a fear/phobia of snowstorms, thunder/lightning, trains/train whistles and water wells.

We can't get sick from him.

Does he have a religion/beliefs?

He would love the Shrek series.

The chickens' name origins (they're all flowers).

He's never considered humans as 'food'.

How did Mychael get his hens?

His favorite candies would be marshmallows and cotton candy.

If he had internet, he'd mostly look up arts-and-crafts and recipes. He'd also love DIY candy kits.

He prefers being warm.

He kinda celebrates New Years' and loves fireworks.

He doesn't need skincare but would enjoy face masks.

His first experience with bees.

He's never played UNO (but would love board and card games).

How does Mychael view the animals/people he meets in the forest?

He's ambidextrous.

His MBTI is INFJ-T.

But can I eat--❔

STILL NO.

[eiightysixbaby]

I’m ready for fall Eddie. Eddie in warm cozy clothes, sweatshirts and flannels and sweaters that you buy for him because you think he’ll look good in them, beanies that flatten the hair at the top of his head but keep his ears from getting red with the cold. Eddie who loves taking you out to Lover’s Lake on chilly fall nights, cuddling up with you under blankets in the back of his van as rain hits the metal roof. Eddie agreeing to go to a pumpkin patch with you, picking out the perfect ones to carve and holding a cup of hot apple cider with gloved hands, holes cut out halfway up the fingers. Eddie helping you make your Halloween costumes, cutting fabric and stitching and sewing and gluing until they’re perfect. Eddie keeping you warm as he sits beside you at a bonfire at Steve’s house, roasting marshmallows for you and feeding them to you, swiping gooey white fluff from your lips with cold fingertips. Eddie carving pumpkins and setting them up outside of the trailer, lighting them up at night as he sits on the porch to smoke. Eddie who holds your hand through haunted houses to comfort you but ends up being the one who gets scared, pouting afterwards when you tease him. Eddie with flushed cheeks and a red nose, heavy boots crunching dried leaves on the sidewalk, tasting like hot chocolate and candy apples when he kisses you. Fall Eddie fall Eddie fall Eddie.

[medlilove]

Please click for full resolution, k?

Finally managing to upload this after failing yesterday! Here, have some alt outfits for our favourite freak and geek, Eddie Munson. The fact that we only got one in canon is a crime.

Some notes on the details because who’s going to stop me?

These are all post season 4 au everyone lives, thanks for asking.

All the graphic tees are taken from real heavy metal shirts.

The After the Gig one, feel free to make up your own backstory...

Why yes House Party Eddie is looking at Steve, while wearing an Ozzy tee and a (real! I found it online!) Bat belt buckle. I spent way to long on this one. I wanted a full confidence Munson.

Eddie got dragged into going for a walk up the hill with the gang by primarily, Steve, Dustin and (a very convincing, dare you to say no) Nancy. They want to have a bonfire for the Vecna-versary. It was a hike, Eddie did not sign up for a damn hike. At least he wasn’t the last one up the hill (Robin).

The record in Eddie’s bag is the toilet Metallica album from ‘82 (Metal Up Your Ass). It always sold out before Eddie can get down to the city. So when Garath showed up outside Steve’s place 7:38am (after being sent over by a groggy Wayne in the trailer park) who had heard from a friend who had heard from a sister who had heard from her boyfriend that their go to shop in Indianapolis had got 15 new crates of inventory the night before, he grabbed the nearest clothes he could find and jumped in the van. Leaving a bewildered Steve still half asleep in bed. He was in such a good mood that day, he was completely oblivious to how jarring his appearance was.

The logo on his hat is Harley Davidson. It’s a straight copy of an old beanie. I head-canon that he works in a garage that his uncle is familiar with after high school. He seems like he’s good with his hands.

Eddie hates deep winter, how can he perfect his metal head look when it’s all hidden under coats and scarves? The first time Max saw him across the lot, in a giant coat taking out the trash, cigarette in hand, she thoroughly made fun of him. It pissed him off like mad, but deep down he was glad he could put a smile on her face…he supposed.

The badge on his coat is a (real) retro Tolkien one that says: ‘Gandalf for President’.

[kisbunzies]

More silly tf2 headcanons because i know more about them than valve does.

Sniper is practically nocturnal. You wont see him all day but you will find him sitting on the couch in base with snacks and a movie going like it 3am , no shoes or shirt despite it being February and his camper being parked like a mile.away acting like its totally normal. Will literally nap anywhere during the after noon dont be surprised if one day you find him hanging upside down like a vampire.

Speaking of which this mans goes everywhere shirtless and shoeless . gas station ? Shirtless and shoe less . walmart ? Shirtless and shoeless .middle of winter ? Maybe he's got socks on. They have to yell at him to get dressed or atleast put on sunscreen so he doesn't get crustier than he already is.

Pyro's really good at open flame cooking , bonfire grill gas stove flambae torch they can make anything as long as it requires fire. Also pyros mexican and atleast half of their "strange noises" are just them mumbling to themselves in spanish.

Heavy likes cozy stuff , he's struggled enough if he wants hot cocoa and a knitted blanket he can have hot cocoa and a knitted blanket. Owns the fuzziest pair of bear slippers known to man. Also i feel like he's a salmon guy idk maybe he rlly is just a bear but guy.

Saxton hale likes men.

Scout if so painfully straight. And i dont mean straight as in sexuality i mean straight as in pure fucking aura. Ms pauling comes out as a lesbian and he says "oh shit i like girls too we should date" sees heavy and medic kiss and his brain doesn't acknowledge it. This is true even is scout likes dudes he's the 1970's equivalent of those guys nowadays who wear nothing but nike and use the word gyat unironically and im tired of pretending like he isn't.

Ms pauling wants to be a merc so bad she thinks that its so cool but her mom told her murders for boys so she's just the administrators assistant/hj

Demoman has the most curly , bouncy , volumous gorgeous hair under than beanie. He keeps it in cornrows most of the time but when he does wear his hair out its a sight to behold.

Engineer makes the corniest , most dad like jokes known to man , its literally horrible they all groan so loud whenever he does but he thinks its hilarious.

Sniper , scout , pyro and soldier are all sour gummy worm addicts to the point that their stash takes up and entire shelf in the base pantry. Go through a costco bag a week.

The local costco dreads their presence , engineer and sniper and in the outdoors section, medics necromancing the chickens , pyros was the one roasting those chickens before they got necromanced, they managed to lose heavy somehow , scout managed to convince spy to get into a toilet paper fort they made and now their introuble with management, soldiers ordering a forth of july cake despite it being october and demomans buying premade meal kits for dinner for him.and his mom over the week. Pyro saved him a necromanced rotisserie chicken. And yes sniper still isn't wearing a shirt or shoes they've given up.

Spy had eyebags and grey hair , misses when was young and spry , is a little jealous of medic managing to have a full head of dark hair.

Medics ethnically jewish. He gets his black market organs kosher .

And finally out of all the mercs soldier goes to.medic the most for actual injuries , scout goes the most for.minors , engineers got the most perscriptions including hearing aids and stuff for pyro he picks up , sniper never goes to the doctor and medic has to drag him in . spies the worse when it comes to appointments (doesn't like any part of him being seen and despit having spy training still doesn't like.needles) and medic favorite patient is heavy for obvious reasons

[chrrywvea]

a serotonin boost for today:

✨️imagine married lokius at a christmas market✨️

(or: my brain going haywire at 4 am for these two idiots & leaving me with this half fic half imagine-ramble-story thing)

mobius obsessing over all the little trinket shops

like immediately upon their arrival, he's over the moon

loki detests all the masses of people but nearly melts when he sees how mobius lights up

he does enjoy it later on as well, very much even

sharing mulled wine

butterfly kisses & red cheeks (loki i'm looking at you)

mobius wears the scarf loki made for him for his birthday (personal hc of mine: loki can crochet & knit insanely well)

mistletoes, so many mistletoes

snowflakes in loki's curls make him look even more mesmerising (mobius stop staring please)

mobius gets fairy lights for their apartment

loki shields his tiny husband from all the people bumping into everyone (inspo from the cutest gay couple i saw at the christmas market yesterday thanks guys♡)

they try out all the different food stands together

(since christmas markets tend to have lots of nordic food loki gets to teach mobius about his favourite dishes at home when he was a child)

mobius loves listening to loki anyway, no matter the topic, but hearing him speak so freely of the good aspects of his childhood always warms his heart

they search more quiet spots for breaks when they both get a little overwhelmed

loki sings (though this time only for his husband)

holding hands in each others coat pockets & hand kisses to warm cold skin up

beanies

they try on all the beanies in the whole market (mobius puts them on loki who eventually just surrenders to it)

in the end loki buys them real silly, matching ones (if any artists want to draw this, by all means, go ahead! i'd love that so much but i have zero talent when it comes to drawing)

loki drags mobius to the ice rink, the only thing he's weary of since he's never been ice skating before - but loki is there to help!

he's a pro at it, frosty heritage and stuff

yes i believe frost giants can ice skate really well shush

lots of laughter and banter ensue with mobius attempting to stay upright

the waist hold™ is now reversed to prevent mobius from falling on his butt

but honestly they were gonna be close anyway so

touchy touchy

mobius gets the hang of the whole ice skating ordeal and loki cheers him on when he manages one round around the rink on his own

though he completely rams into loki's back upon his return

when they tire out after a while they get more food, sit around one of the nearby bonfires and cuddle

star gazing when it gets dark & planning for christmas eve

they both sneakily buy gifts for one another when the other's busy with something

mobius gets a little tipsy

too many samples at the liquor shops oops

+ i might add more if anyone likes this but this is what came out for now, enjoy :-D

[ashisgreedy]

Fall/Halloween HCs 🎃

Garreth Weasley & Ominis Gaunt

Modern AU - Suggestive Themes

This was a collab between @greedyforgarreth, @grandeoatmilklatte, @finalgirllx written simultaneously! (This is both serious and unhinged... Enjoy!)

Garreth Weasley

Fall Favorites: 

Happily accepts and wears a new knitted sweater from his mother every year. 

Always has a mug of hot cocoa with him. 

Has a comfort beanie he wears through winter. 

Loves bonfires with his family and friends.

Is the type to bring beers to the bonfires but they’re the newest fall-flavored beers. (Like chocolate and pumpkin)

Favorite Halloween tradition: 

Watching a Horror movie with his significant other. It does scare him a bit, but he loves to hide with them under the covers. 

Loves going to the pumpkin patch and pumpkin carving.

Takes his date to the corn maze and purposefully gets lost so they can make-out in the field. 

Very competitive about bobbing for apples. 

Breaking and entering through his partner’s window as Ghostface. 

Makes jello shots for the Halloween party he attends. 

Going through a haunted house they'd...:

Would stand in front of his girl and try to protect her, but get scared at the slightest noise

Garreth will grab onto someone’s hand when he’s scared - “Garreth, that’s my ass” 

He says he definitely knows the correct way out but gets the entire group lost immediately. 

Gets lost with his girlfriend and instead of trying to find a way out he fucks her in the haunted house. Her moans blend in with the screams of the scare actors. 

He accidentally moons people with his freckled ass in a corner of the haunted house. 

The next group asks “Is that part of the haunted house?” 

Their go-to costume:

Sexy costume is a Lion

Unsexy costume is a Scarecrow “stuff me” 

Anything that matches with his date/friends. Couples costumes or group costumes. 

Are they scared of Horror movies?:

Garreth enjoys scary movies but he is definitely terrified of them.

Very jumpy, screams even if there’s no jumpscare.

Will run up the stairs after turning the lights off.

Sleeps with lights on after

makes his partner hold his hand on the way to the bathroom. 

Do they throw a Halloween party, attend one, or stay in?:

He throws a party and is eager to get everyone drunk

Loves making the jungle juice for everyone! 

His decorations are a bit too realistic and they worry people. 

Tries to convince everyone to play Bloody Mary or Ouija Board

Uses a slightly different wig just to throw everyone off. 

Favorite trick-or-treating memory:

His siblings definitely convinced him to help TP some houses as a kid. 

Getting full-sized candy bars. 

Walking around the neighborhood after dark and looking at all the other decorated houses with his friends. 

Spilling his candy with his siblings and having them all split it and pick out their favorites!

Do they go all out with decorating their house?:

Yes! Inside and outside are fully decked out. 

Ominis Gaunt

Fall Favorites: 

Walking over crunchy leaves

Loves candles and incense, enjoying all the fall smells.

HE LOVES PUMPKIN SPICE! 

Putting flavored marshmallows in his hot chocolate.

Loves fuzzy socks and trusts his partner to pick out fun designs. 

Favorite Halloween tradition: 

Huge sweet tooth. He’d be eating as much candy as he could get his hands on. 

Enjoys attending the parades the town puts on.

Hunts you down in a corn maze just to eat your ass in a hidden corner.

Autumnal wine tasting. He’s trying to scrape a video from the internet where he broke a bottle of wine because it had no nut notes. 

Going through a haunted house they'd...:

Be in the front, this stuff doesn’t scare him at all. He just wants to get out of there.

He knows exactly where he’s going and makes it out faster than most. 

Their go-to costume:

sexy cat ears and fishnets

mad doctor or mad scientist costume

Are they scared of Horror movies?:

No. But he smirks when you jump and will comfort you if needed. Loves it when you’re so scared you’re practically in his lap. 

He loves horror movies, especially psychological horror with a lot of tense music. (Movies with good scores)

He gets “scared” while watching the horror movie and hides his face in your ass.

Do they throw a Halloween party, attend one, or stay in?:

He would attend, act like he doesn’t want to be there, but secretly enjoy it.

He shows up in the most perfect costume that wins the evening costume party. (Despite saying he didn’t want to come in the first place) 

Gets very sassy toward the end of the night after having too much of Garreth’s jungle juice. 

His dominant side comes out the more inebriated he is. You must refer to him as “Dominis” or he will get pissed and he will break a wine bottle. 

Favorite trick-or-treating memory:

Just trick-or-treating in general. His family didn’t let him do it when he was growing up. 

His first time trick-or-treating was with Sebastian and Anne during their first year, and he cherishes the memory. 

He loved tasting all the different kinds of candy he would get, and it’s part of why he’s such a sweet tooth now.

Do they go all out with decorating their house?:

He would enjoy the decorating process with his friends/significant other

There has to be a lot of Halloween blankets and pillows as the decor, so he can snuggle up with his s/o and be comfy.

[mrsshiesty]

Joe Thanksgiving Headcannon🧡

happy thanksgiving! hope everyone has a great day with friends and family. Disclaimer: this is what i just think joe would be like on thanksgiving🧡

- [ ] in Athens every year no matter what.

- [ ] “Turkey is high in tryptophan, which is an amino acid so it boosts your mood.”-Joe (true fact btw.)

- [ ] will eat the ham instead though.

- [ ] his outfit will always be grey jeans and a brown hoodie for the festivities plus a white beanie.

- [ ] HATES canned cranberry sauce.

- [ ] will give everyone a “thankful for you” speech at the dinner table.

- [ ] will eat everything else besides the corn as well.

- [ ] but he’ll give you a much more special treat after the dinner to show his gratification.

- [ ] “ Why the hell would you bring Skyline Chili to Thanksgiving?”- Joe

- [ ] dreads taking Thanksgiving day pictures

- [ ] hands out caramel apple suckers after dinner to his nephews as he indulges in one as well.

- [ ] would much rather eat a steak than turkey

- [ ] a very visible stubble is present.

- [ ] insists on having bonfire later.

- [ ] puts maximum effort into making the stuffing but doesn’t do too well, so you take over.

- [ ] will watch TNF game highlights after dinner to support Justin from the vikings.

- [ ] “ Is this dairy-free?”- Joe

- [ ] starts playing chess by himself.

- [ ] “ Why is Black Friday even a thing?- Joe

[soclonely]

OC-Tober "A Night At 79s" Mini Event!

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WRITTEN PROMPTLIST

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Witches Brew

Crunching Leaves

Foggy Morning

Midnight stroll and a Full Moon

It's an Autumn Festival!

Warm Sweater and a hot drink

Apple Picking

Pumpkin Patch

Just a silly little ghost

Scary Movies

Vampires, Mummies, and Werewolves Oh My!

Sleepy Hollow

Carving Pumpkins

Hocus Pocus I can’t focus!

Poltergeist and Pumpkin Pie

Scarecrow

Haunted House

Candied Apple

Black cat

Costumes

Boys and Ghouls night out

Bonfire

Decay

Is it Christmas yet?

Tricks

Treats

Scarves, beanies, and gloves

Migration

Sunflowers and Cornfields

It's A Halloween party!

[purrgilpawkins]

Cold + Outside

Summary: A vacation in the middle of nowhere during Winter turns out to not be as great as the team thought it’d be and now they’re stuck outside trying to stay warm. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Wilt Bozer & Jack Dalton & Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Whump Advent Calender 2020 series Prompt: Locked Outside Overnight / Cuddling For Warmth

Warnings: n/a

Notable tags: fluff, huddling for warmth, platonic cuddling

It was one of those few times everyone was given some time off at the same time. Probably because they’d all nearly died during that last op and Matty was feeling guilty about it. So she suggested one of the few not-used-and-will-probably-never-get-used Phoenix safehouses to spend that time off and the team agreed to the change in scenery.

That specific safehouse was a cabin in the middle of an area of wilderness that seemed to be constantly plagued by snowstorms. Three bed, two bath, a kitchen that was connected to the den, a shed out back used mostly to store wood and a little fire pit off to the side. It sounded quite charming. The drive over was spent with the boys arguing about who’d be sharing a bed while Riley played on her phone, knowing that she’d get a room all to herself.

Though none of that mattered, seeing as the cabin was burnt to a crisp.

Of course, the plan then would’ve been to hop back in Mac’s Jeep and head back to civilization. But it was almost out of gas and would likely leave them stranded on the side of the road.

“We don’t need to stop for gas, hoss. Matty said there’d be extra canisters of gasoline at the cabin. We'll be fine,” Mac started in a mocking imitation of Jack’s drawl.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that it’d all be used to burn the damn place to the ground?”

“I’m not saying you knew this would happen. I’m saying you should’ve listened to me when I said we should stop for gas!”

“Hey, guys. How about we shut up and actually figure out what we’re gonna do, huh?” Riley interrupted.

Mac and Jack gave each other the stare down and Mac seemed to lose their staring contest as he sighed, “Sorry. I’m cold and I’m pissed but that’s no reason to take it out on you.”

Jack pulled Mac in for a side hug and ruffled the blond’s hair as best he could with the beanie on the Mac’s head, “S’alright, bud. I know you didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Why don’t you get a fire goin’ while I go and call Matty?”

Jack turned back to the Jeep and Mac walked toward the firepit, “Sounds like a plan.”

Riley turned to Bozer, “Do they ever, like, really fight?”

Bozer shrugged, “Once in a blue moon.”

They made their way over to Mac, helping out when he asked them to get some wood from the shed. Jack came over eventually too, just as Mac had started to get a spark.

“So, good news, bad news,” Jack started.

“What’s the good news?” Bozer asked, rubbing his arms in a poor attempt to get warm.

“Well, good news is Mac’s got a fire goin’ for us,” Jack gestured to the small fire, “Bad news is that we got a couple hours before Matty can send someone out here.”

Everyone groaned.

—

Mac had managed to turn their small campfire into a bonfire. Very easy to do when there’s no need to worry about the cabin catching fire (plus they were using part of the cabin itself to light it).

The team thought it best to dig out all their extra clothing and put it on as well as wrap themselves in the individual blankets that they brought. After settling around the fire, the young people of the group thought it best to crowd around Jack. He provided almost as much warmth as the fire in front of them. Though all of that wasn’t enough for Bozer since he’d made his way, uninvited, to sit between Jack’s legs, back to chest. Jack didn’t seem to mind and just wrapped his arms around him.

They spend their time having casual conversation through their chattering teeth and scarves that cover half their face. At some point Riley decided enough was enough, “Alright, Bozer, you’ve had your turn, I want mine.”

“But it’s so cozy,” Bozer said stubbornly.

“Hey, come on now, Boze. We gotta share,” Jack admonished, unwrapping his arms from the oldest kid.

“Fine,” Bozer removed himself from Jack’s bubble and Riley took his place almost immediately.

“I don’t know why you guys were arguing about sharing beds. If I were you I’d’ve been arguing to have my own personal heater like Jack with me,” Riley said as she snuggled into Jack’s embrace.

“He snores,” Mac and Bozer said simultaneously. Riley nodded in understanding.

“Hey!” Jack sputtered, “I’m not that bad!”

“You are,” everyone said in response.

The conversation continued with Jack complaining here and there at how disrespectful his kids were. At some point, Riley turned to Mac and asked if he wanted a turn. Mac, never one to ask or openly want any kind of physical touch, said no. At that, Jack nudged Riley out of his arms and grabbed Mac by the clothing on his shoulders and forced the youngest closer to him. Mac protested but didn’t put up much of a fight.

Once Mac had gotten comfortable and Jack had wrapped him in arms, Jack said something that caught the young man off guard.

“I’m really proud of you, Mac.”

Mac leaned his head back on Jack’s shoulder to look him in the eye, “You…are? Why? What’d I do?”

Jack looked into Mac’s eyes, a soft look in his own to match the smile on his face. He brought up a hand and gently rested it on the back of Mac’s head.

“For wearing a beanie like a normal person would.”

Riley snorted as Mac placed his open palm on Jack’s face and roughly pushed it away as he stood up to get away from his partner, Bozer cackling all the while. Mac made his way to the other side of the bonfire, back to the driveway of the safehouse, and crossed his arms in a way that could only be described as a pout.

The team continued their laughter before it came to a stop, everyone getting to their feet and Jack pulling his gun from where he tucked in the back of his pants. Mac, confused at the sudden change in atmosphere, turned around to see a car that had driven up behind his Jeep. Jack moved in front of him, gun at the ready for whoever had decided to intrude.

The man who came out of the car did so with his hands up, seemingly unfazed by the gun being pointed at him. “Director Webber sent me. I brought gas for your car,” he’d said and Jack looked to his kids before turning back to the man and lowering his gun (he wasn’t going to put it away, of course).

The man made his way to the back of his car, Jack following with Mac right behind him. The man opened the trunk of his car, Jack watching him the whole time and handed the gas cans to the two agents. “This should be enough to fill your tank. The Director said to head into the nearest town. She booked you all hotel rooms.”

The man got back into his car and left almost as quick as he arrived. The team watched him leave and, after filling the tank, hopped into the Jeep and left the sorry excuse for a cabin in the wind.

On the way to civilized society, Jack’s phone rang and he answered unsurprised to hear their boss. “Hey, Matty. Thanks for getting us outta that jam.” The rest of the team followed up that statement with thanks of their own.

“No problem, guys,” The smile was evident in Matty’s tone, “Just wanted to apologize for sending you off in the middle of nowhere without any kind of shelter. Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s no sweat, Matty. We had fun! Kinda,” Bozer said from the back seat.

“Oh, so I should send you out for wilderness survival more often?” Matty laughed at the chorus of “no”’s that followed. “Well, you all get yourselves warmed up and well-rested. Oh and before I go, the hotel rooms I got for you only had two rooms, one with two queens and one with a king. Bye!” Matty hung up as the boys groaned. Riley smiled from her spot in the back.

[scarecrowgoat]

yeah yeah riverdale has witches and time travel now, but remember season three? here are some things that happened on it

betty sees her two baby nephews float over a bonfire and starts convulsing.

archie gets sent to prison, fights in a clandestine boxing ring for rich people to enjoy, escapes to canada and gets mauled by a bear, which starts his emo arc.

everyone gets into a dnd knock off called griffins and gargoyles, and when you get to the end of it, you "ascend" (die).

ethel muggs gets so brainwashed by the game she gets sent to a convent that also worships the gargoyle king and she ships herself with him (and jughead (in which she tells betty they're going to be a ship)).

all girls in town experience seizures when talking about the gargoyle king. this is later explained to be due to the city's water being contaminated.

penny peabody (actual name) who in last season betrayed the serpents and got her tattoo removed with a knife, comes back to try and kill archie, but jughead's 11 year old sister shoots her with a slingshot.

they do heathers the musical for some reason and veronica DOESN'T play veronica, she plays heather mcnamara. also jughead doesn't play anyone on the musical but he sings with everyone else in the last song.

kevin keller, this show's kurt glee, joins a cult because he wants to hook up with cute guys and gets his kidney stolen.

toni and cheryl get kicked out of the serpents so cheryl gives toni her own sapphic archer gang.

cheryl's cunty mom kills betty's serial killer dad in front of her and nothing comes out of it.

veronica, who hates her dad and wants her mom to leave his ass, gets extremely distraught when they're about to get a divorce.

also she manages a diner.

and a secret bar underneath it.

evelyn evernever, who introduced herself as edgar evernever's daughter, him being the leader of a cult; is actually a 30-something woman who has a condition that keeps her looking like a teenager and steals people's organs to keep herself healthy.

also edgar isn't his father, he's his husband

betty tries to prevent her mother to sell their house by burning it. the house ends up fine but still wtf

the cliffhanger of this season had archie, betty and veronica burning their clothes and jughead's beanie, and it's implied they killed him. this actually wasn't planned, as cole sprouse didn't want to film a scene half naked in the middle of a cold forest at 3 am so the writers improvised.

they had no plans for this cliffhanger btw, they intended to write it on the go for next season.

[daisies-daydreams]

Try - Chapter 6 (College!Simon Riley x F!Reader)

Pairing: Simon Riley x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Mentions of Drinking, Car Sex, Protected Sex, P in V Sex, Fingering, Breast Play, Swearing Word Count: 3.2k+

Summary: You and Simon leave Kyle’s party early to have some “alone time”.

A/N: Well, here’s the final chapter. It's been a rollercoaster writing this series with life constantly having it's ups and downs, but I'm still glad that I had a change to write it. I hope you’ve enjoyed this series!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Ch. 5 <-

The woods were full of college students unwind as exams had finally come to a close ("woods", as in a few acres of land close to Kyle's family's country home). Simon opened the passenger door of his truck, smiling when he saw your soft face.

"After you, m'lady," he knelt down slightly while motioning to the source of laughter and music.

"Such a gentleman," you chuckled as you slipped onto the grass. Simon gave you a soft grin as he walked with you towards the bonfire. Johnny was strumming on his guitar while several people swayed or sang along, some others idly chatting off to the side. His current girlfriend, Eileen, was humming along to the song. Johnny's eyes lit up as the two of you approached.

"Glad to see the two of you finally made it," Johnny winked as he continued to play. Simon rolled his eyes.

"It's good to see you, too, Johnny," you smiled. You waved at Eileen. "Hi, Eileen," you said.

"Hey (Y/N). Sorry about this one-he's been rather feisty tonight," she said while nudging Johnny's shoulder. Johnny chuckled.

"We're just fashionably late is all," Simon commented as the two of you sat down on an unoccupied log.

"Uh-huh. For a good reason, I'm sure," the Scotsman retorted.

"Johnny," Eileen chastised, pinching his arm playfully. He hissed slightly.

"Sorry, mum," he smirked. Eileen rolled her eyes before going back to humming and drumming on top of her legs. Simon glanced down to see that your face was slightly red as you straightened your beanie. The soft glow of the fire only served to highlight your features, making you look more like an ethereal being.

"Where's Kyle?" you asked.

"He had a 'frat emergency'. And by emergency, he means a hazing ritual gone wrong," Eileen explained while raising her eyes up to the sky. You sighed.

"I don't even want to know what happened this time," you replied while holding your hands up.

"Trust me-you don't," Eileen said. Both of you suddenly burst into giggles. Simon's eyes were trained on the tips of the flames dancing and how the smoke twirled in the early autumn wind. The sun had just set past the horizon, making way for the dim light of the moon. You looked over at him and chuckled.

"Everything alright?" you asked. Simon blinked a few times.

"What?" he asked. You giggled.

"I said 'are you alright'?" you repeated. Simon blinked again before nodding.

"Yeah-just recovering from exams,” he said. You nodded.

“I think everyone is,” you laughed. The current song Johnny was playing ended. A few claps echoed throughout the woods.

"Thank you, thank you," Johnny grinned while giving a slight bow. You clapped your hands, too. Simon watched at the light of the fire danced over your face, highlighting all of your features.

"You want some cider?" he asked as he slid off the makeshift bench. Your relaxed expression fell slightly. "Don't worry-I packed some earlier. Just forgot to bring 'em over here," Simon explained. Your face softened again as your shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah, I'll have one," you smiled as you gently patted his arm. Simon's breath hitched at just the slightest feeling of your hands on him.

"Right. Be right back," Simon said as he slipped back. He trudged over to the truck, snatching two ciders from the small cooler in the trunk. He eyed the plaid, folded blanket in the back and brought it along, too. You grinned up at him as he handed you one of the bottles.

"Thank you, Si," you beamed as you opened your drink. He nodded before doing the same, taking a decent swig of the beverage. He sighed as he looked up into the sky. A few clouds dotted the expanse, the rest painted with an abundance of shining stars.

"I'm sorry, I just have to say it: you two are just so cute together!" Eileen spoke from across the fire. Simon's heart did a few flips in his chest as he looked down at your flustered face.

"Thank you," you squeaked. Eileen nodded before humming along again. Johnny grinned when she laid her head on his shoulder, her hand wandering the expanse of his forearm. Simon felt a longing-he's been touched starved ever since he asked Price for permission to date you. Sure, it was old fashioned-but he'd rather ask for permission than beg for his life. You suddenly stirred beside him.

"You okay?" he asked. You nodded as you rubbed your arms.

"Just a bit chilly," you shivered. Simon hummed before sliding the blanket over your shoulders. You beamed, your body stilling as you snuggled into the large piece of fabric.

"Thank you," you smiled.

"'Course," Simon said with a nod. You rested yourself against his side, sighing happily. His hands clenched as he looked up to the sky, silently praying for all of his urges to quickly pass. He dared to look down and watched your throat bob as you took a few sips from your drink. Simon slightly shivered.

"Are you cold to?" you asked as you lowered your bottle. Simon shook his head.

"A little, but-" you cut him off when you wrapped the blanket around him, too. His breath hitched when you giggled and pulled at it. Johnny cast a wry grin before going back to plucking at the strings of his guitar. You leaned on Simon again as the two of you nursed your drinks.

"What are you doin' next weekend?" Simon asked. You hummed, your cheeks slightly pink as you stroked your finger over your chin.

"I dunno. Might go out to the lake with some friends," you shrugged. Simon nodded, his thick, veiny hand nearly brushing over yours. "What about you?" you asked as you turned to him, your body dangerously close to his in the warm cocoon. Simon bit the inside of his cheek, his fingers ghosting over yours.

"Well, I was thinkin' that maybe for a day or two, you and I could go to that cabin my friend Sanderson has down south?" he suggested. Your breathing seemed to stop as your lips drew into a tight line. "Love?" Simon asked. You suddenly leaned forward, capturing his lips in yours. A few people whistled around the two of you as you kissed him deeply.

You hungrily ate at his mouth, the soft sound of lips smacking resonating within Simon's ears. His hands hesitantly fell onto your hips before you pulled back and panted. Simon's heart pounded against his ribs as he still felt your mouth lingering on his. Johnny stopped playing his guitar, his eyes wide and mouth open with shock (and amusement). Both of you were quiet, the world seeming to come to a halt.

"So, is that a 'yes', then?" Simon eventually mused, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

"Yes. I'd love to, Simon," you grinned giddily.

"Get a room!" someone drunkenly slurred in the crowd. Simon scowled before you stole a quick kiss from him. He grunted, his lips still tingling from the contact. You bit your lip as you leaned close to his ear.

"That's not such a bad idea, you know," you purred. Simon gripped your waist as his dark eyes grew wide. The people around you seemed to whisper to each other.

"Who here knows Wonderwall?!" Johnny suddenly shouted. Several people cheered, a crowd starting to form around the bonfire as he played the first few chords of the song. You gazed deeply into Simon's eyes as you ran your hands up and down his hefty arms.

"Well?" you asked while batting your lashes. Simon glanced down at your bottle, seeing that it wasn't even a quarter of the way finished.

"You drunk, lovie?" he asked, his voice huskier than he intended. You shook your head as you wiggled your hips.

"No, I'm just thirsty...for you," you moaned slightly into his ear. All of the restraint inside of him was tearing at the seams as his heartbeat pounded inside of his head. Johnny accidentally strummed the wrong chord before getting back on track with the song. Simon's throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"How about we get some refreshments somewhere else then?" he husked as he brushed some hair from your hair. You nodded, pressing your forehead against his.

"After you," you sighed.

+++

The truck bounced slightly as Simon brought himself into the bed of his vehicle. Your eyes were half-lidded as he pulled you up. He was mesmerized by how the starlight shone over your face as he guided you over to the spread out blanket. Simon made sure to pull into a more…secluded location, his dorm and your house being an hour away. Simon sighed heavily as he slid on top of you, his hips pressed flush against yours.

A deep rumble came from his chest as he kissed you. He made sure to make it slow, gently cupping your face as he tilted his head down. You sighed as your hands wandered up and clutched at his hoodie. The taste of cider and your sweet lips coated his tongue as his hand came down over your covered breast.

"This okay, sweetheart?" he asked. You nodded fervently, gripping his clothes even tighter. Simon leaned his head over, his lips dancing against the shell of your ear.

"Let me hear you, love. I need to hear that sweet voice of yours," Simon rumbled as he lowered his mouth to your jaw. You shivered beneath him.

"Yes," you swallowed thickly. He grunted before continuing, his rough hand kneading your breast as he closed the gap between you two. You moaned as he kissed you and tenderly massaged your tit. His erection felt so much hotter being pressed against your clothed cunt. Your hands fell down to his lower back before you squeezed his supple ass. He groaned, his eyes now lighting up with hunger.

"Naughty thing," Simon teased while returning your squeeze. You giggled and batted your lashes.

"I just want you to feel just as loved, too," you cooed sweetly. Simon's throat tightened at your words. He didn't even know how to respond-he simply crashed his lips back down. The kiss was more sloppy and eager. You gasped when his tongue fell across your bottom lip, sliding across it gently. Simon felt a wave of arousal sink straight down to his cock when you parted your lips, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He loved how your tongue cascaded over his as the two of you kneaded each other's flesh. The tendrils of pleasure were quickly ensnaring him, dragging him deeper into carnality. His hips bucked forward, eliciting a small moan from you. Simon suckled on your tongue as his other hand slipped between your sandwiched bodies. He nipped your bottom lip before pulling up.

"Are you sure you want this, love?" he asked, his fingers playing with the button on your jeans. You bit your lip.

"Yes, God yes just fuck me..please Simon," you whined as you wiggled beneath him muscular form. Simon hummed as he gave your lips another peck, his hands working to slide down your pants and panties. He cooed as you shivered beneath him, the chilled wind causing goosebumps to form over your exposed legs.

"Don't worry, lovie. I'll make sure you're nice and warm," he reassured with a wink. You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest playfully. Your lips curved into a cheeky smile quickly turned into a round "o" when he dipped his fingers between your folds, collecting some of the slick that pooled in your slit.

"F-Fuck, Si," you gasped as you bucked against his hand. Simon rumbled as he tilted his head, catching your neck with his lips. He lathered your sensitive button with your juices as he sucked over your pulse. You panted, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he drew precise circles around your clit. Your breathing stuttered when the his index finger teased your tight hole, shallowly slipping in and out.

"Please, baby," you begged, your tits raising up to meet his chest. Simon detached his lips from your skin, licking over the hickey blooming across your neck.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart," he breathed over the slick stripe on your skin. You squealed as he flicked and rubbed over your puffy clit, your pussy squelching lightly with each stroke of his finger. Your bottom lip quivered as if you were about to cry.

"I need your cock in me, Simon," you nearly snarled as your fingers gripped his ass. Simon groaned before pushing himself off of you. You whined when his fingers left your scorching cunt.

"Shh, it's alright, lovie," Simon soothed as he pet your upper thigh. Your eyes sparkled beneath the moonlight as he sighed, his bulky thighs caging you in. You watched inventively as he fished a condom out of his pocket. Your lips parted slightly, giving him the most beautiful view of your nearly fucked-out face.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," Simon breathed as he undid his jeans. His thick cock sprang free after he pulled down his briefs. You audibly gulped as he rolled the condom across this thick shaft. Simon rubbed your upper thighs and kissed you again.

"Gonna take it slow, that alright?" he husked.

"Y-Yes-just need you, Si. Please, I need you," you gasped. Simon's breath fell against your cheek as he guided his cock to your clenching hole. Just the sound of a light squelch sent shivers down his spine.

"You ready f'me?" he asked. You nodded, your hands finding purchase over his broad shoulders. Simon sighed as he began to sink the head of his cock into your entrance. Your head snapped back as his blunt tip sheathed inside.

"Fuck, love-your pussy's so tight," he hissed between gritted teeth. Your fingers arched into his shoulders as he slowly inched inside of you. Simon swallowed your moans in a heated kiss as he heard his cock spread you open. You whined as he tenderly moved his lips over yours.

"That's it, sweetheart. Look at you, takin' my cock so well," he stuttered when your walls clenched around his veiny shaft.

"You f-fill me up so good, Si," you panted. You moaned and arched your back when the tip of his dick brushed against what he assumed to be your g-spot. Simon nibbled on your jawline.

"You feel so good around me-just returning the favor," he winked. Both of you moaned, your voices cascading over the dark hills of the countryside as Simon bottomed out within your wet heat. A low purr rumbled in his chest as he peppered your face with kisses.

"Please, Simon, please move," you begged as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Simon bared his teeth before slowly withdrawing his cock from your snug walls. You cried out as he shallowly pumped his cock in and out of your pulsing, soaked cunt. Simon swore he was seeing more stars than there were in the sky when he fully sheathed himself back inside.

"Fuckin' hell," he grunted. Your legs tightened around his hips as he began to gently thrust into you. He savored everything about this: the beautiful sounds of your moans, the feeling of your gummy walls hugging his girth, the smell of your sexes as they softly joined together again and again.

"Simon," you chanted his name as your limbs wrapped around him like he was the only thing grounding you to reality. Simon suddenly snapped his hips forward, causing you to roll your head back and raked your fingers down his back.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," he gasped as his cock throbbed inside you. "Pussy takin' me so well like it was made f'me," he groaned. Your chest heaved as he began to eagerly piston his hips against yours. You kept babbling and moaning as your slick swelled and bubbled around his shaft. Simon leaned over, his forehead resting against yours as he raised your legs forward. He felt your clit catch against the ridges of his exposed abs, his hoodie pulled up from his eager thrusting.

"Gonna cum soon, sweetheart," Simon puffed out, his body bent over as if he were about to crush you. Hot tears streamed down your face as your pussy pulsed around him. "Come on, baby. Want you to come with me," he grunted before pounding into your cunt. The sloppy sounds of your wet sex made his limbs feel like jelly, your pussy growing tighter and tighter around his boiling cock.

"SIMON!" you screamed as your fingers dug into his back. Simon moaned as your plush walls pulsed around him, your cunt sucking him in even deeper. He felt your cream spill out from your hole as you cried softly, violent shockwaves of bliss wracking your body over and over.

"That’s it, baby. Just like that,” Simon gasped as his balls tightened. His lungs felt like they were burning, just like the rest of his body. He nearly froze when your hands delicately cupped his cheeks.

"Cum inside me, Si," you mewled, your eyes slightly capturing the light of the stars above. Simon huffed as his body was shook to the core with pleasure. He nodded before fully letting himself go, pumping his dick through your drenched walls at a bruising pace. It felt like his head was about to explode as the muscles in his lower stomach wound into a searing knot.

"F-Fuck (Y/N)!" he cursed as he felt his cock suddenly twitch. His mouth fell open as he came, the release of pressure so intense he nearly thought he passed out. You keened below him as his seed filled the rubber around his thick shaft. He murmured your name as his high began to subside. Simon panted along with you, gazing into your eyes before kissing you deeply.

"Did so well for me," he praised as he slowly pulled out of you. You whined as more of your juices spilled onto the blanket and the inside of your thighs. Simon cooed as he massaged your hips.

"That…that was amazing," you breathed, a blissful smile stretched across your face. He smiled before falling next to you. You curled against his side before gazing up at the night sky. Simon kissed your temple, his other hand playing with your hair. He soon wiped down your thighs with some paper towels from the back seat before dressing you. Just as he went to help you out of the makeshift bed, you grabbed his thick wrist.

"Lovie?" he asked. You sighed, eyelids drooped over your blown pupils.

"Could we please stay here? Just for a little bit," you asked, your voice still slightly out of breath. Simon nodded before lowering himself to your side. He sighed as he kept you snugly against his side. Both of you gazed up at the stars before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[skxllz]

fluffy blankets and hoodies and beanies and bonfires and hot cups of cocoa and old dumb movies and big sweaters and gumband bracelets and stupid doodles and writing on your skin and playlist making and tent hogging and blanket fort building and rolling down a grassy hill and star gazing and words in between kisses and eyeliner art and red converse and green jersey's and snowball fights and sticky note letters and paper airplanes and monopoly and jenga and play fighting and coloring books and shadow finger art and drive-in movies and basketball and sledding

[l1terat1]

Tagged by @auroratigress for some this or that...

Rules: this or that, Bold your preference in the post

tea or coffee / musicals or plays / spring or autumn / halloween or christmas / diners or cafés / cats or dogs / brunch or happy hour / fruity or floral / rome or amsterdam / sushi or ramen / glitter or matte / aquariums or planetariums / Coloring Books or puzzles / books or movies / closed curtains or open window / hillside cottage or city apartment / smoothie or milkshake / holding hands or hugs / poetry or prose / longing for the past or longing for the future / vocals or instrumentals / indoor plants or outdoor gardening / space or deep seas / ghibli or disney / honey or maple syrup / baking or cooking / dusk or dawn / horror or sci fi / beach or pool / sweet or savory / paperback or hardcover / running or hiking / sleeping with socks or without socks / dark wood or light wood / handwritten or typed / instagram or pinterest / hoodies or sweaters / long hair or short hair / boots or sneakers / curls or straight hair / photography or painting / monsters or ghosts / fiction or non-fiction / gold or silver / dyed hair or natural hair / astrology or tarot / earbuds or headphones / 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock / pen or pencil / pandas or koalas / denim jacket (I immediately thought of Best Jeanist from MHA) or leather jacket / chocolate or fruity candy / pastel colors or earth tones / neon colors or jewel tones

Some of these were no-brainer preferences for me, but that Space or deep sea one had me really questioning things lol

pumpkin spice or Apple cinnamon / halloween or thanksgiving / leaf piles or apple picking / hay ride or corn maze / black cat or bat / skeletons or witches / mashed potatoes or stuffing / orange or black / vampire or werewolf / fireplace or bonfire / scarf or beanie / candles or incense

I'm gonna tag @sunny-cecilia @xhailfirex @justflying @dokurtybitz2 and anyone else interested.

[skylerb]

Rules: bold what your muse prefers and tag some people.

go apple picking vs. go on a hayride

scary vs. sweet

sweaters vs. boots

socks vs. mittens

bonfires vs. football

trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies

bake pie vs. bake cookies

rain vs. fog

black cats vs. owls

ghosts vs. wizards

harry potter vs. halloweentown

go hiking vs. sleep in

cinnamon vs. nutmeg

reading vs. writing

hot chocolate vs. tea

live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7

candy apples vs. caramel apples

blankets vs. pillows

roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts

coffee vs. apple cider

red leaves vs. orange leaves

braids vs. bows

scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods

carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie

pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes

coats vs. oversized sweaters

beanies vs. berets

candy corn vs. peanut butter cups

jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire

corn maze vs. haunted house

 bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch

whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

[eskawrites]

Top 5 little things that make you happy.

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5) super sweet iced coffee--the kind that makes people get all angry about the fact that it's barely even coffee anymore. bonus points if it's cold outside

4) putting on a beanie for the first time in the fall

3) bonfires

2) rain in general, but specifically storms that make it look like nighttime in the middle of the day, or that moment when the sky turns a weird yellow-green before a thunderstorm

1) when the right song comes on shuffle at just the right moment (especially when i'm writing. it makes me feel invincible)