#it does spoil the end group outfit though

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

I think I might be more excited about this than anything that's happened on Taskmaster before.

[tieronecrush]

🎃 trick or treat 🎃

summary: it's halloween and joel's taking your girls trick-or-treating with you in a family costume. feeling uncomfortable in his clothes and his skin, he's on edge most of the evening but does his best to disguise it in order to not spoil the fun. back at home, when his girls lightheartedly tease him about everything he already thought about himself, you're sure to end the night showing joel exactly how you feel about him and his body.

wc: 10k (oops?)

warnings: established relationship/married, canon divergent (no outbreak, ellie & sarah are both his kids, sort of obscure with if they're both his bio kids/your kids - basically y'all are a cute lil family either way! also joel is ~40, no age mentioned for reader!), halloween, family/group costumes, DOMESTIC JOEL!!!, fluff, body insecurities, age insecurities, joel has minor sensory issues?, his kids poke fun at him, sensitive joel, SMUT. it kind of is a thing for the basically the second half, descriptions of joel's body, tummy & thigh worship, oral (m receiving), cowboy rule (for a costume), unprotected piv, lowkey sub!joel for a lil bit, reader is "giving cunt" according to bestie el, then quickly gets back to dom!joel as he gets his confidence back, joel gets that strength in an adrenaline rush that moms get lifting cars off babies but his is for chasing a nut, also, dirty talk!

a/n: my contribution to spooky season, basically at the buzzer lol. this started with me thinking how cute it would be for joel to dress up and go trick-or-treating with his kids, and ended with wanting to s*** his d*** big time. anyways, enjoy my version of halloween with joel, and thank you to @kiwisbell for screaming about this scenario with me and as always a big thanks to my sweet, sweet girlfriend @northernbluess for beta-ing!!!!

Brought on much later than the northern states, fall in Texas is not quite an impactful sight. The one thing that can’t be beaten though is the Texas sun; shining across expansive horizons all times of year, temperatures of the light shifting with the seasons. Orange evening sun stretches across the sky and seeps down in between the leaves speckled with changing colors while Joel’s truck coasts down the neighborhood street. Kids retreat from running around in the road when his car approaches, returning right back to their gameplay when he’s through. Half are dressed up, a medley mix of witches, zombies, vampires, Power Rangers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Disney Princesses, and countless outfits that he has no idea what they’re referencing.

Fibrous, white faux spiderwebs litter the front porches of the houses lining the street, Jack-O-Lanterns carved and lit up stack on the stairs or create a path along the front walkways. Some of the pumpkins’ faces are wrinkly and sagging, signs of overeagerness from when the fall season started earlier this month. A handful of scarecrows find themselves pitched in the middle of yards with hay spilling out of them, and some of the houses have turned out an expense to get those motion-sensor decorations — the ones really intended to scare the kids that will be unleashed on the neighborhood to trick-or-treat this evening.

Rolling to a stop as he turns into the asphalt driveway, throwing the truck in park, he sits in the cab for a still moment, staring at the signs of life scattered around his family’s house. Four pumpkins, gutted and showing off their faces, a family feud that reached a compromise when it was decided that yes, they would carve pumpkins but no, they would not sit to rot on the front porch all month long; the corn stalks wrapped around the posts of the porch, tied with burlap twine and arranged with sprigs of fall foliage; pots of colorful mums framing the path up to the house, carefully selected by your eye and less delicately planted in their terracotta vessels by Joel’s hands. 

Aside from the seasonal decorations, the usual markings of the Miller family were easily spotted: chalk drawings on the shared sidewalk in front of the yard and along the driveway, replaced every weekend by Sarah once the old was washed or worn away; Ellie’s bike discarded on the front lawn, small tire tracks digging up the grass, no matter how many times Joel and you have asked her to put it away when she’s done; the porch swing that Joel built for you, swaying in the breeze and now unoccupied — unusual for the evening routine around the time that Joel comes home from work. He’s normally greeted by his girls, not merely their artifacts. But tonight is a different night, much busier than the slow, molasses life Joel gets to enjoy in the colder weather.

Gathering his lunch bag from the bench seat and bunching up his jacket in the same hand, Joel climbs out of the car and walks into the open garage, leaving his tools behind in the flatbed to be dealt with tomorrow morning. Passing your parked car, he shakes his head with a subtle smile as he closes the driver’s side door of your SUV left open. He can picture you now, running around after picking the girls up from school, mental space occupied by getting everything and everyone together to make it out the door before the sun went down completely. 

There’s a trail of evidence to support his musings: a lonesome plastic bag filled with groceries left on top of the car, Sarah’s purple jacket looped through the handle of the garage fridge, probably left behind after she went looking for a juice, and Ellie’s army green backpack tossed on the ground in front of the shoe racks lining the wall next to the door. None of that would fly had you been your usual focused self — more often than not, you’re the parent to put their foot down and keep the girls in line while Joel is the total pushover.

Along his way inside, he picks up all the left-behind items, balancing everything in his hands while he steps into the mudroom. Ellie’s backpack gets shoved into her designated cubby, and Sarah’s jacket gets wrapped on a hook screwed into the wall as Joel kicks off his work boots. After depositing his own belongings in their spots, lunch bag in his cubby and jacket on the hook next to Sarah’s, he grabs his boots in one hand, leaning out the doorway to place them on top of the shoe rack. Closing the door behind him, he picks up the singular bag of groceries left on top of your SUV and pads across the tile further into the house. Immediately, he’s embraced by the warmth radiating from the kitchen, the smells of tomatoes, onions, garlic, and more wafting into his nose causing a smile to stretch across his face and his stomach to rumble. 

Every year that he’s known you, without fail, you use Halloween night as an excuse to cook up your family-favorite chili recipe. Sure, it doesn’t get too cold for October in Texas, but damn, does he look forward to the night every year simply for a bowl of it. Laboring over the prep and slow-cooking it all day long, anyone who tries it can taste the care in each bite; like a warm blanket wrapped around his shoulders that lasts with him for the entire evening spent outside with the kids.

The pleas of his stomach lead him straight into the kitchen, his smile growing wider when he sees you standing over the kitchen counter, affixing a sheriff badge to the cow print vest laid out in front of you. He strides over to your side, resting his palm on your lower back and swiping his thumb against the material of your shirt while he leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head, drinking in your scent and feeling the ache of missing you all day. Losing focus from your task, you turn toward him with a bright smile, a quiet sigh leaving your lips, and your shoulders relaxing from their tensed position. Wordlessly, he folds forward, catching your lips in a lingering kiss. Heat pushes against his chest through his denim shirt, your hands skating from his pecs, up and across his shoulders, and down his arms to rest on his biceps. The motions raise goosebumps in their wake, trailing down his spine with a tepid drip.

Joel steals another kiss before he stands up straight again, voice rasping from yelling over powerful tools all day and volume low to keep the semblance of a private moment between the two of you for as long as possible; anything louder would expose his arrival, bombarding him with questions and conflicts to resolve between his daughters.

“Hey, baby.” He greets you with one fleeting kiss pressed to your forehead, hand at your lower back now rubbing side to side, fingers carefully lifting the fabric and pressing the tips of them into your deliciously soft skin. 

Turning back to the vest, you drop your hands from his arms not before giving them a gentle squeeze, “Hi, Joel. Good day?”

He shrugs, unable to step away from you just yet, “It was fine — much better now. And I take it yours has been a busy one?”

Joel holds up the plastic bag of groceries with two fingers, one corner of his mouth lifting in a teasing smirk. His hip pops out as he leans against the counter, the smirk turning into a smile when you grimace. His heartbeat skips when your laugh fills his ears, the sound still exciting him after all these years, and you stand over the bag to take a peek inside.

“S’all good. Non-perishables.” It’s Joel’s turn to laugh, shaking his head with a breathy chuckle as he places the bag on the counter, unloading its contents into the pantry while you go about recapping your day for him.

In the midst of you speaking, the tumble of footsteps down the stairs draws his attention away, eyes focusing on the open threshold that leads from the living room into the kitchen. As the quickened steps grow closer, Joel turns to you and holds up three fingers, counting down with them. When he lowers his last finger, a mop of curly hair, a bouncing ponytail, and a whirlwind of chaos disrupts the initial peace of his return home.

“Hi girls, how was today?” he starts before a cacophony of noise fills the kitchen. Skidding to a stop in front of him, he exchanges a look with you before facing his daughters, already overwhelmed with their two voices talking over the other.

“Dad, Dad, Sarah said—”

“Dad, Ellie’s saying that I said—”

Holding his hands up, he flicks his eyes between his two girls. Sarah, the older of the two at eleven years old, stands in front of him with her arms crossed and brow furrowed — a look he is all too familiar with, the similarities between him and her emphasized with her annoyance. Ellie, your youngest, stands with her fists clenched at her sides, her mouth twisted up in frustration and the same furrowed brow as her sister. She looks so much more like you at the moment, only a nine-year-old version, calling back on times Joel can remember of you giving him that very look.

However, with their tempers, there’s no doubt that they’re his kids.

Dropping his hands back to his sides, he rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath before addressing them.

“So, what’s going on now?” he asks, brows raising and head tilting when the girls each take a sharp inhale, about to speak over each other again, “One at a time. Ellie.”

Sarah rolls her eyes at her younger sister being called upon first, expectantly looking at her sister with annoyance still painting her face. Ellie shoots her a smug look before turning back to Joel, drawing a pout onto her lips to sell her story. He can’t say it doesn’t work for a second, it always will with these two and they know it, but with a quick glance in your direction, he sees you turned away from your task, watching the drama from the sidelines. Mustering the strength to stand his ground against the sweetness of his girls, he clears his throat and listens with his best poker face as Ellie begins explaining.

“Sarah said she wouldn’t trade all her Skittles for my Three Musketeers even though she knows I hate Three Musketeers and she said last week when we were getting our costumes that she would—”

“I never said that, Dad! She’s lying—” Sarah gestures with her hands as if to physically point out the obvious falsehoods in Ellie’s story. Spiraling back out of the fleeting control he had over the situation, the kids get riled up again, yelling over each other, and inching closer. The dad-instincts kick in and he grabs one of each of their shoulders, separating the two of them and turning them to face him again as he puts on what you affectionately call his ‘no-bullshit’ voice.

“Okay, okay, okay! Enough arguin’ about candy that you don’t even have yet. Ellie, you don’t even know if a single house is gonna give ya Three Musketeers, and you don’t even know if Sarah is gonna get any Skittles. Save the trade negotiations for tonight or tomorrow morning. ‘Sides, you gotta pay the Dad Tax before either of y’all get to trade around your pickings.”

“What?”

“No way!”

Joel smiles, waving his pointer finger between his daughters with a single nod of his head. “See? Something y’all can agree on. Now go get washed up for dinner and plot how you can hide your candy from me and Mom.”

As quickly as they came in, they rush right back out, this time a united force scheming against their parents. Joel huffs out a breathy laugh, shaking his head to himself as he turns back to face you. Met with a growing smile, you unravel your arms crossed in front of your chest to pick up the vest from the counter.

“Nice conflict resolution there, hon. Now I won’t see a single piece of candy.” You throw a pout at him, bottom lip jutting out as he steps over to you, one hand splaying on your hip and thumb rubbing languid circles.

“Don’t worry, baby, I think I know every single one of their hiding spots from how many times they had to move their candy last year. They won’t even notice anything's gone.” With a quick wink, he leans in for a kiss, short and sweet. Standing up straight, the smile on your face mirrors his, your left index finger reaching up to fit into the valley of his dimple.

“Are we bad parents to be scheming how to steal from our children?” you question, biting back a laugh.

“I think that’s just part of parenting, darlin’.”

The laugh you held back escapes you, rolling your eyes playfully at his facetious answer; the vest in your hands catches his eyes again, and he sighs to himself as he holds a hand out for it.

“So you really did find a cow print vest for me? How lucky.” Sarcasm coats his tone and you lift the material, depositing it in his open palm.

“It is lucky, isn’t it? I think you’re going to look great in your costume. Got all the perfect parts, plus you can wear your own jeans and boots. Economical.”

“You sure you need me for this group costume?”

“Joel. You’re literally one of the main characters from the damn movie. And the girls really want you to dress up and take them trick-or-treating. Plus it’s probably going to be one of, if not the last year that we get to do all this as a family. Our kids are growing up.”

“Don’t remind me, means m’getting older too,” he grumbles under his breath, eyes falling to the fabric in his hand.

It’s true what they say about having kids: the days are long, but the years are short.

At times, Joel wishes he could pull each hair out of his head instead of dealing with the shit his kids bring to him sometimes — “Dad, I got called into the principal’s office.” “Dad, I threw a softball and broke the window.” “That’s so unfair, Dad! Why do you have to be so mean?” It’s easy to get lost in the mess that is his family, but it’s a mess he loves. It feels like it was only yesterday that he was becoming a father when Sarah was born, getting a grasp on the whole thing and then Ellie came along. What he would do without you there by his side, he doesn’t have a clue.

Like flipping through a scrapbook, he can remember every year prior for his girls. In a flash, they’ve grown from dressing up as princesses and unicorns — a dragon for Ellie — to being Spy Kids and vampires. His oldest is verging on becoming a teenager, and if he knows his daughters, he knows that once Sarah quits dressing up each year, when she asks to go to her friends’ houses instead of spending the night with Mom and Dad, Ellie will want to do the same as her older sister, always looking up to her despite their differences.

There’s only so much more time for his kids to be kids, even if they may always feel like the tiny baby girls he held in his arms. All he wants to do is to protect them, keep them under his eye as long as he can, but he can hear your voice prying his grasp away from them, encouraging him to let them grow, let them experience the world as he got to do when he was younger. You’ll remind him that you were a teenage girl once, reassuring him that they’re always going to need him. He knows it’s all going to sneak up on him; one day, he’s going to pull into the driveway and notice the lack of chalk drawings. He might even be happy at first about Ellie’s bike being put away, but when he goes into the garage to work on some of his projects, he’ll notice the smallest bit of dust on it from disuse.

Stepping away from him to shuffle across the kitchen, you reach on your tiptoes to pull out four bowls from the cabinet. Joel steps over behind you, a hand on your back as he intercepts your movements, grabbing the ceramic dishes and handing them to you.

Like a shadow, he follows behind you as you walk over to the pot filled with dinner, eagerly watching over your shoulder with his chest pressed against your back and hands on your waist as you lift the lift. Aromas waft with the steam rising, the delectably rich dish slowly bubbling as it finishes melding altogether. It smells like home, always the mark of the changing of the seasons in the Miller household, and one of the little traditions that he so appreciates you creating for your family. Just like the way you make crinkle cookies and still sign presents from Santa at Christmas, despite the fact that your daughters found out about that a couple of years ago from a yappy kid at school.

Joel was very close to driving over to his house and letting his parents know how he felt about their kid murdering the magic of Christmas for his girls.

All he can hope is that these little traditions continue even when the girls are grown up; the four of you gathering around the table for your annual chili dinner before they head off to hang out with friends and you two are left to watch cheesy Halloween movies and hand out candy to children that remind you of your daughters.

With another deep breath, warmth surrounds him. Joel’s lips find the spot just under your ear, kissing gently before he rests his chin on your shoulder, “Smells so good, baby. Have I told you how much I love you?”

A breathy, incredulous laugh falls from your lips as you stir the pot’s contents around, your smile sticking around as you counter, “You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m feeding you.”

A dramatic, exaggerated gasp sharply inhales into his lungs, standing up straight and patting his hands on your sides, “Absolutely not, darlin’. I love you all the time—”

“But especially when I feed you,” you finish, turning out of his arms to grab the stack of bowls. He stops your motions by wrapping his arms around your waist, feeling the press of you against his torso and relishing in the heat of your body against his. Curling up like a cat in the sun, he nudges his nose against your hairline, peppering kisses along the contours of your face.

In between kisses, he says word by word, over and over, “I. Love. You. My. Beautiful. Wonderful. Incredible. Wife.”

“Alright, alright! Gosh, you’re clingy,” you tease, leaning back to look into his eyes with a playful glint in your eye and a smirk held tight in your lips, “I love you too, my beautiful, wonderful, incredible husband.”

Your free hand smooshes his cheeks together and tugs him down gently to exchange a tender kiss. It ends much too soon for Joel, him chasing your lips and pouting when you turn away to start serving up dinner.

“Better go tell the girls dinner’s ready before they’ve finished plotting how to stow away candy in the floorboards.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answers, punctuating the conversation with a cheeky smack to your ass, scampering away quickly before you can pretend to scold him.

Tugging at the material across his stomach, Joel combs his eyes over his reflection in the mirror of your en-suite bathroom. Rolling his shoulders back, the fabric of the yellow and red plaid flannel pulled taut, lifting the hem a couple of inches and showing off the skin of his softened tummy. Dark curls of hair litter the center of the sliver of skin, trailing down under the waist of his dark wash jeans. He doesn’t bother tucking the shirt in, giving himself the breathing room of the few inches at the hem. Fingers grip the thick fabric, sharply pulling it back down to lay over his jeans again.

Picking up the cow-print vest you were adorned with the plastic gold Sheriff badge downstairs in the kitchen, he’s taken back to a few weeks ago at the Halloween store.

You and he had opted to spend Saturday morning taking Sarah and Ellie to pick out their costumes for the holiday, letting them run free until they decided on a shared costume for once. Sarah quickly picked out her size in the Jessie costume, and all of the family agreed to be different characters from the Toy Story movie.

Ellie wandered the aisles, searching for the perfect combinations to create her ideal costume, which was, of course, the mechanical spider toy with the baby doll head that the kid Sid builds in the film. She returns to where Joel is standing with you, staring at the walls of costumes to find something for the both of you; he looks down at his youngest, jumping minutely when he’s faced with a mutilated baby doll mask, shiny plastic reflecting him in the surface.

“Ellie. You can’t be the creepy baby doll,” he sighs, hand falling to his hip as he rests his weight on it, the other leg stepping out while he slowly shakes his head.

Tipping the mask up to the top of her head, Ellie stomps her feet, shoulders falling and head leaning back as she groans in complaint, “Why not, Dad?” She draws out his parental title, kicking the toe of her shoe against the buffed tiles of the storefront that remains empty eleven out of twelve months of the year.

“You’re gonna scare the little kids, and it’ll be your mom and I who are dealing with the angry parents.”

Ellie huffs out a breath, reaching up to snatch the mask off, turning on the heel of her sneaker, and stomping off to go find another costume. Turning his attention back to you at his side, he notices a cheeky smile on your face as you find your size in a woman’s Buzz Lightyear costume.

“What? What are you laughin’ at?” he questions, his lips tugging up in a grin.

“Oh, nothing. Jus’ that you told our daughter she can’t be the creepy baby doll 'cause you’d be the one scared of her.” A laugh takes over the end of your sentence, a flash of your bright smile widening his own.

“Did not. It’s ‘cause we’d have a bunch of crying little kids and judging parents to deal with.”

“Sure, honey, sure. It’s okay if you’re scared.”

Stepping closer to you, he pinches your side playfully, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you against his side. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, speaking softly, “Know me too well, baby…”

Your free hand pats his chest affectionately and you unravel from his hold. Joel takes your hand before you get far, intertwining your fingers together while you both shuffle along the wall of costumes. The plastic bags shine, displaying cartoonish outfits of various characters. The exaggerated smiles of the models give him the heebie-jeebies, shuddering his shoulders at the thought that any grown person would be that excited to wear itchy polyester once before letting it collect dust in their closet and giving it away before next Halloween.

Halting in front of the costume you were looking for Joel, you bend down to flick through the sizes, your lips pulling together in a thoughtful pucker. Standing back up straight next to him, your teeth toy your bottom lip left to right, eyes scanning for any other options before you turn toward him.

“Can’t find what you’re lookin’ for, baby?”

With a shrug, you respond, “They have the costume the girls wanted you to wear, but they don’t have your size. Think I can find some stuff at the thrift store or TJ Maxx or online to make the costume up if that’s okay—”

“Whatever you need to do. S’fine.”

“I’m sorry, hon, but you don’t need to worry about it, I’ll find everything.”

“Said s’fine, darlin’. Don’t even need to dress up, really.” A small seed of shame is planted in his gut, insecurity watering it and causing it to grow, branching off to tangled in his chest. Comfort eases him out of the spiral when your hands find his chest, rubbing softly and tilting your head to meet his gaze with pure affection.

“Still gotta dress up with us, hon. Who’s gonna be the Woody to my Buzz if it isn’t you? Can’t dress up as one half of the best friend duo without my best friend,” you grin, standing on your toes to catch his lips in a gentle kiss, which ends too soon for his taste despite being in the middle of the shop.

Vest shrugged onto his shoulder, and he gives himself another once over in his full outfit, the same insecurity from a few weeks ago pouring down to cultivate his shame. He doesn’t look the same as he did when he met you, even the same as he did last year. Graying hair and salt and pepper beard, lines next to his eyes and across his forehead, only deepened when he furrows his brow at the look of him in his costume.

He looks ridiculous.

Better to get this night over with, let his girls enjoy themselves, and attempt to forget his discomfort in the outfit. Picking up his cheap cowboy hat that arrived in the mail earlier that week, he avoids another look in the mirror before he slips out of the bathroom, eyes focused on the toes of his boots while he walks out the door of your bedroom, past the full-length mirror next to your closet and the small round one on your vanity.

No need to foul his mood and spoil the fun. It’s for his girls. 

The screams and laughter of children echo into the deepening night sky, the street bright from the lamps lining it along with porch lights staying on, open garage doors, all signaling a welcoming to the trick-or-treaters to come and grab their haul from each vast bowl or cauldron of candy.

Blurs of costume cross below Joel’s sightline as he walks hand-in-hand with you, kids running around blindly, the safety of such a crowd in the small neighborhood blanketing them with trust that they’ll be able to find their way home wherever they end up. Sarah and Ellie are ten paces ahead, moving quickly and efficiently to “maximize their candy collection”. Ellie’s words, after she presented her hand-drawn map of their neighborhood and the one across the main road, highlighting which houses are notorious for King Size treats and noting which ones give out toothbrushes or nothing at all.

The collar of his flannel is tightened around his neck from the string of his chestnut cowboy hat. Pulled down to rest on his clavicle, the body of the hat swings against his back as he walks, only adorning the top of his head for a few photos that you insisted on dragging out the tripod and self-timer for in the middle of the living room. He took the rest of the photos you wanted, maybe a bit too eagerly getting out of the frame and relaxing the slightest bit behind the camera. Photo evidence of how laughable he looks does not need to exist en masse. With a sigh, he reaches a hand up to tug the string down for what feels like the tenth time in thirty minutes of walking, relief felt for a few seconds before it slides back up to the base of his throat, flipping up the collar of his shirt with it.

Denim from his dark wash bootcut jeans starts to dig into his hips, roughening the skin there from his strides and their inch-too-small size from the year prior. These were deemed his “nice” jeans, per your request, only pulled out a handful of times a year for occasions that he was meant to look nicer than his raggedy Levi’s, covered in spots from paint, wood stain, oil, or dirt, the fraying, white strings hanging from the hems and ripping when caught under his step — all the signs of his day-to-day life. What he’s comfortable in.

These — these are not comfortable, not worn in enough to feel buttery against his skin, and not returning to his size even after washing and line drying. These are stiff, formed to his skin and resisting a tightness with each swing of his legs. The fresh material rubs against his bare skin underneath, the waist of his boxers falling an inch or two down to create the perfect space for the waistband to chafe. He’s tempted to pause the two of you walking along, long enough to tuck in the material of the flannel, but quickly decides against it when he thinks about the exaggeration of his stomach with the form-fitting, tucked shirt stretched over it.

Occupied in his thoughts, he barely notices that you've slowed down until you come to a stop at the end of a driveway, two streets over from your own home, waiting as your daughters wait in line for their packaged sugar. 

You hold onto his bicep with your opposite hand, leaning your weight against his side. Like a weighted blanket, in the interim of a hug from you, he takes on the change to his equilibrium, relishing in the comforting press of your body against him. Easing away his anxieties and his insecurities that, of course, had to be present for this wholesome, once-a-year family night; he rests his chin on your head, breathing in the smell of your rosemary and mint shampoo, tingling his nostrils and drinking down the scent he’s so familiar with.

His focus draws to Sarah, hair in a French braid pulled away from her face and cherry red cowboy hat on her head, and Ellie, lime green face paint that she insisted on and an antenna sticking up from the top of her head and exaggerated, pointed green ears all attached to the same headband. The two of them are near the front of the queue for candy at this particular house, the process a bit more involved with a haunted graveyard required to pass through to earn your sweet reward. 

All she’d been saying the whole night since getting dressed had been “The claaaaaw!” or “I have been chosen!”. She screams the latter in the face of a teenager who pops out from a bush to scare her, completely unphased as she sneaks past him, grabbing a handful of candy for her and Sarah, running back down the path with her older sister before they pause to distribute the goods.

Joel lifts your joined hands, hooking his arm over your shoulder and laying your arm across your chest as he gathers you closer.

“So how many cavities do you think we’ll be paying for ‘cause of tonight’s candy haul?” he wonders aloud, a smile ticking up the side of his mouth when you giggle at his joke. It never gets old, being able to make you laugh, and it’s like a weed whacker to the strangling vines of his insecurities growing tightly in his chest. A looseness that gives him the chance for a deep breath, gratitude wilting the branches as he studies the grin on your face, the admiration twinkling in your eyes.

“Probably should be callin’ the dentist to see if they have a two-for-one discount.” It’s his turn to laugh at your response, tautening his arm around your shoulders to tow you closer to him, your head tilting back as you swing your front toward him. Joel bends his neck, pecking your lips with a smile before he looks back toward his daughters walking back to the two of you.

Annoyance thumbs the bruise of shame, driving his frustrations higher; his hand reaches up again with a huff, yanking the string away from his neck, “Thing’s like a damn noose…”

“Jus’ take it off, hon, I’ll carry it for you,” you sweetly suggest, swinging your joined hands between your bodies.

“But, you got it for me…” he mumbles guiltily, a worry in his voice over your potential irritation with him. Ever the masochist, Joel argues with you, not wanting to disappoint. He knew he should have just kept his mouth shut—

Pausing in your steps, you hang behind him long enough to snatch the hat off his back, releasing it from around his neck and depositing it on your head in one smooth movement. Taking his hand again, you continue, unphased by his complaints and happy to hold onto the new accessory.

At the next house, the two of you wait at the end of the driveway for the girls; Joel taps the side of his pointer finger on the brim as you look up at him, a cheeky smile growing on his face as a thought distracts from his festering doubts. His voice lowers, rasping as he speaks only to you, attempting to disguise the conversation from all the people milling about.

“Y’know, there are consequences for stealing a cowboy’s hat, baby.” Wetting his lips with the quick swipe of his tongue, his hands drift to your waist, fingers stretching to skim the top of your ass, dangerously close to grabbing a handful in front of everyone.

“M’well aware of those consequences, cowboy. Why d’you think I took it?” You shoot him a wink that goes straight down below the belt, a brazen flash of mischief in your eyes, the reflections of yellow lamplight lighting them up further. 

Gripping his biceps, your nimble fingers squeeze gently while your thumbs rub massaging circles into his slightly flexed muscles. A nearly inaudible hum of a moan rolls from your chest, one of his hands gathering the polyester material of your dress tightly at the sound. Beckoning him to fold forward with one look, he molds his lips to yours in a supple kiss. It lasts only the length of an inhale, drinking in the taste of your lips before your warmth is fleeting, hands patting his chest in a signal to wrap it up.

He grumbles, irritation heating under his collar as he itches to get home and for the night to be over, now for more than one reason. You laugh softly at his annoyed pout, poking his chest as you tease, “What? Mad ‘cause you got a snake in your boot?”

“More like in my jeans…” he mumbles under his breath, loud enough for you to hear and playfully jab his arm, shaking your head as you breathe out a chuckle from your nose.

“Nice, Miller. In a costume for a kid’s movie no less.”

He matches your laugh, shrugging when you turn in his arms, back to him as you await your daughters to make their way back to the both of you. His arms drape around your hips, tugging you into his chest to press against him comfortably, the plush-filled wings of your costume padding you against his torso. Lips find your ear, chin resting on your shoulder as he responds, “What’s the saying from the movie? To infinity and beyond? Reckon that’s where I’ll be takin’ you by the end of tonight.”

“Joel!” you attempted to chide, your laughter exposing your real feelings over the suggestive comment, laying your arms over his. The girls walk toward the two of you, and he takes a second to press an open-mouth kiss to your neck, nipping at your skin before unfurling himself from you. A light smack on the side of your ass is the punctuation to the teasing, Joel standing up straight and taking your hand.

“Giddy-up, partner,” he murmurs before turning his attention to Sarah and Ellie, overly excited and completely calm. “Whatcha y’all get this time? Anything good?”

They answer over each other and he nods along, corralling them to start to walk to the next house, “Alright, mission accomplished at this house. Onto the next, we gotta get this wagon a-movin’! Only got another hour in me, girls.”

Protests whine against his announcement and your daughters start to walk faster, determined to complete their hit-list for the houses with the good stuff. You laugh to yourself, shaking your head as Joel looks over at you, feigning innocence.

“What? Got a bad back, bein’ out in the cold makes it worse.”

Now back at home, the four of you are gathered in the living room, costumes all on still as you seek out the comfort and warmth of the soft furnishings and blankets. Joel lounges on the couch, you next to him, back leaning against his side while your legs stretch out on the rest of the sofa. Ellie and Sarah have taken to the floor in front of the coffee table, massive pillowcases dumped out and beginning to be sorted. Every so often, you or Joel get up with the sound of the doorbell, passing out candy to the dwindling number of trick-or-treaters. Eventually, the intrusion stops completely, the TV playing a bad, kitschy Halloween movie per the request of the girls.

They trade their earnings, and you and Joel steal on the sly, both from the bowl you were handing out and from Sarah and Ellie’s piles. Wrappers are strewn around the floor and across the surface of the coffee table, the sound of another torn open by the girls making you sigh and sit up.

Holding out your hand, you shake your head, beckoning for the treat with your fingers, “Okay, Ellie. No more candy. You’re not going to be able to go to sleep if you keep eating it now, it’s too late.”

Ellie whines, rolling her head back with a groan before pleading her case, “Please, Mom, just this last one! And then I’ll be done, promise. Please.”

Joel chuckles when she shoots you the same puppy dog eyes that he gives to you to get what he wants, knowing his smirk grows wider when you fold easily. Shooting your head over to him, you announce to the whole room, “No more candy for anyone. C’mon girls, put it all back in your bags.” 

Calmness finds itself back in the room once all the complaints are lodged with you, the girls lying down to watch the movie while you continue to sit with Joel. Spaced out as he focuses on the film, his attention is grabbed when he hears the crinkle of wrappers and glances around to find all three of his girls indulging further.

With the remote from his lap, he pauses the movie, pouting as he exclaims, “Hey! What happened to not havin’ any more candy? If I can’t have anymore, y’all can’t either.”

Sneaking the last bite of her fun-size Snickers bar, Ellie giggles and shrugs, always the smart aleck, “Well, you are gettin’ a little pudgy, Dad, maybe less candy’ll help.”

Sarah and you giggle at her lighthearted teasing, and Joel waves it off with a breathy chuckle, leaning back against the cushions as Sarah chimes in with her jests, “Yeah, think you’re getting a little fluffy, Dad. Better to lay off now than at Christmastime with all Mom’s cookies.”

Joel attempts to defend himself from the teasing by threatening their candy supply, eager to end the conversation as the back of his neck heats up, “If m’already gettin’ pudgy then I guess that permits me to eat all your candy.”

They both are in a fit of giggles, continuing to tack on silly comments as Joel sits quietly on the couch, trying to mask the way the words worm their way in, feeding the shame and insecurity that was already festering in his chest from the last few weeks.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head with a smile as you laugh softly, “Alright, alright, enough. Think that’s the sign that it’s time for bed. C’mon, up up up.” Before standing, you pat Joel’s thigh and shoot him a carefully concerned look, but he wipes away your worry by sending you a warm smile back, laying his hand over yours and squeezing gently. 

Joel stays downstairs to clean up, the girls both saying goodnight before you follow them upstairs to get them ready for bed. Gathering candy wrappers in his fists, he throws them away in the kitchen, stomach rolling as he replays the small comments from minutes ago. He knows it was teasing, all in good fun as it always is between his girls and you, but he can’t shake the heaviness inside of him, the hot prickles of shame when he passes by the mirror in the hallway on his way back to the living room.

The bowl of extra candy you were handing out gets placed back on the coffee table, his silly cowboy hat from the evening deposited on top of it to hide the contents. Not that he was going to eat anymore, he couldn’t stomach even the thought of anything else when all he could think about was how much he desperately wanted to shed his skin at that moment. Breathing shallows when he settles on the couch again, one of his hands pressing onto the left side of his chest and willing his heart to slow down, for his brain to silence itself.

The skin of his palm meets the scruff of his beard, scratching against the roughened, worked skin. Grays in his hair, salt and pepper beard, wrinkles on his forehead and at the side of his eyes, softened tummy from years of love and care, from an easy life with you.

He certainly isn’t the same Joel that you met all that time ago, that you fell in love with. Have you noticed the changes as much as he has?

He swears you haven’t aged a day; all the more beautiful with each passing day.

Light steps carry you back downstairs, the sound shaking Joel out of his thoughts as you swing around from the staircase and through the entrance to the living room. Joel relaxes on the couch, the same spot he was occupying before, only sinking further into the cushion, shifting to pull the fabric of his shirt away from his stomach. Glancing up at you, away from whatever was playing on the TV that did nothing to distract him from himself, he sends you a tight smile, stretching an arm over the back of the couch to welcome you in.

Accepting it, you sit next to him, curling up into his side with your legs under you, leaning against his frame with your comforting weight. Your hand rests on his chest, your head on his shoulder while you both watch the TV movie playing. Silence falls between the two of you, minutes passing by with only the noise from the speakers, the volume turned low so as not to disturb the kids upstairs.

Joel feels your hand move against his chest, curling up to leave your pointer finger extended, the pad of it skimming against his flannel. He ignores the feeling, figuring it’s you fidgeting as you do while you focus. The same thing as twirling your hair while you’re reading, tapping your foot as you cook.

But when your hand stairs to wander, his eyes flick down to watch its path, your gaze still facing forward and quiet. With your thumb and index finger, you work open the first button on his shirt, trailing down with the rest undone in your route. Slipping under the material, your cold hand presses against his chest, nails scraping against the skin there. With a sigh at the contact, Joel finally uses his hand to gently caress your chin, turning you to face him.

Low and rasping, he questions, “What are you doin’ exactly, darlin’?”

Innocently, you shrug, bottom lip bit down on while your touch moves lower again, skimming across his stomach and reaching the waistband of his jeans, “Well, I still have to face the consequences from stealin’ your hat, cowboy.”

Fingers dip below his belt line, toying with the elastic band of his boxers. Slipping away, he almost protests at the loss, biting his tongue when you move next to him, sitting up on your knees while both hands reach for the button and zipper of his jeans. When his button pops from its secure place, he warns with a breathy exhale, “Baby…”

“Mhm, yes, honey?” you reply, words trailing up at the end, feigning naivety. Through your lashes, you send him a pout, tongue poking out to dampen your plush lips that he stares at, his mouth parted with heavy breaths. His blood is rushing from his head, leaving him feeling light, as it all pumps to his cock, your delicate and teasing touches getting him half-hard.

Before you can tug down his zipper, you pause, taking your hands off of him; he holds back a whimper, the sound dying as a low hum in his throat.

“Don’t worry, baby, m’not done yet. Let’s go to our room, yeah?” Your voice is soothingly saccharine, an eager nod being his only response. 

Shutting off the TV, you stand from the sofa and take his hand, snatching the cowboy hat from the coffee table before pulling him to stand and follow you across the main floor, down the hallway into your first-floor bedroom. Joel shuts the door behind him, your nod toward the handle serving as a reminder for him to flick the lock.

 “Y’know, honey, you’re always showing me how you feel about me. I think it’s time we had a night that’s all about you…” He’s holding in a breath as you stalk closer to him, shaking his head as the back of his neck heats up.

“No, baby, you don’t—I don’t…” he stutters before trailing off, ashamed that he can’t think of any other excuse than the truth of why he does not want the attention on him tonight.

“You don’t…?” Running your hands across the expanse of his chest, he drops his shoulders in, curling around to make himself smaller, one foot stepping back but he doesn’t move from under your touch.

Shaking his head, he avoids your eyes, faintly confiding, “I don’t feel like I deserve it. I jus’, I’d rather give to you, baby.”

“Oh, Joel…you deserve it and more, honey. Why wouldn’t you?” Your fingers graze up, skating across his skin and carding into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not…not the same. I don’t look like who you fell in love with. Everything’s changing, catching up to me. Got gray hair and white in my beard and wrinkles and a beer belly startin’ and my back hurts all the time. M’not who I used to be but you—”

“Have changed, too. It’s not just you, Joel. Everything’s a little softer now, I’ve got wrinkles too. Found like four gray hairs yesterday and had a mild panic attack before I got into the shower. M’curvier and—”

“And you’re fucking beautiful, baby. You’re as beautiful, if not more beautiful than the day I met you.” He’s quick to defend your negative self-talk, his hands running delicately along the curves of your sides and around your lower back. Enveloping you in his arms, he presses your foreheads together, nose notched next to yours.

“That’s exactly how I feel about you, Joel. Don’t listen to us teasin’ you, especially me, ‘cause I wouldn’t change a thing about you…” As you tilt your head back, your nose grazes against his cheek, feeling a rush of heat from your breath as your lips hover over his, deliciously close to a kiss, “Can I show you what I think about you, honey?”

Joel nods, wordlessly waiting in anticipation; in the next breath, your lips crash into his, drinking him down deep while the hand at the back of his head tangles further into his hair and tugs. He moans, parted lips allowing you to lick into his mouth, whining at the taste of him before you push the flannel material from his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor as you continue to dominate the kiss.

Pressing your hands against his strong chest, you push him back with a step. Joel follows your lead, carefully moving backward, your tongue melding with his. All he can focus on is the taste of you — sweet, fruity, with the tang of citric acid from all the sour candies you stole from the bowl, the softest hint of chocolate as an aftertaste from his indulgences. The flavors of you coat his mouth, the scent of your perfume and shampoo mixing in his nose, and the feeling of your soft skin in his rough palms when he hikes up the skirt of your dress, grabbing a handful of your ass; it all stirs together, creating an intoxicating cocktail of you that he can seem to taste enough of. Joel’s legs hit the edge of the bed, and he’s being pulled away from your mouth with a pop when you ease him to sit down. Curiosity flashes in his mind, the sight of you over him with kiss-swollen lips growing the bulge in his undone jeans. Eager hands find your hips, grazing over to your ass as he looks up at you standing over him.

“Whatcha wanna do, beautiful?” His voice is lecherous as it comes out in a rasp, dripping with desire and a bit of wonder over what exactly you’re going to do with your night in control.

You shake your head at him, standing up straight and reaching for his hands, placing them at the hem of your dress, “Go ahead, baby. Take off as much as you want.”

His choice is obvious, tugging the fabric over your head with your help, a hand around your back yanking you to stand close, between his spread legs, while his fingers work open the clasp of your bra. Sitting back on his hands, he observes greedily as you let the straps fall down your arms, dropping the bra entirely onto the floor.

“These too?” Your thumbs hook into the waistline of your panties, doe-eyed and biting down on your body lip teasingly. Cotton-mouthed, Joel nods slowly, lips parted with shaking breath as you strip completely, sinking to your knees in front of him before he can reach out for a handful of your curves.

He lets you work his jeans down to his thighs, his boxers following in their wake, his cock springing free against his bare stomach. You keep eye contact as you kneel in front of him, his keen stare unblinking as his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, the need to see every single one of your movements outweighing the drying of his eyes with his slow, infrequent blinking. Scooting to settle comfortably on your knees, you stand up straighter, gaining enough height to bend your head over his lap, lips meeting his soft tummy and hands gripping onto his thighs. Delicate kisses and ghosting touches on his skin raise goosebumps, a warm shudder trickling down his back at your tenderness.

“So handsome…” you whisper, grazing your teeth into the flesh of his torso, biting down to nip. “Y’know I think about doin’ this all the time, baby. Every time you take off your shirt, jus’ wanna sink my teeth into you.”

His cheeks heat with sincere attention, muscles in his abdomen flexing when you litter lovebites and heated, open-mouth kisses all over him, the gentle touches and desire to relax his anxieties slowly. The focus on your mouth drops to his thighs, turning your head to the side when you sit back on your haunches, licking a stripe up toward his aching cock, a quivering exhale from his mouth drawing your eyes to his face. A satisfied smile stretches across your face, kissing his inner thigh before mirroring the actions on the opposite side. His fingers curl into the duvet, gripping hard as your lips wander closer to where his stiff cock drips needily, throbbing for any kind of reprieve.

“You’re so pretty, baby. So strong, solid.” The sweet nothings tickle at the back of his neck, words that he’s sure you’ve spoken before, but at this moment, they raise his body temperature and lighten his head, the only thoughts being how much he needs you.

Standing on your knees again, you bend your neck over Joel’s lap, eyes flickering up to his face to look at him through your lashes. Your lips part, spit dribbling from your mouth and onto his waiting cock, the sensation making him hiss with urgency. One of your hands wraps around him and strokes slowly. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, mouth opening in a small gasp at the languid stimulation. One swipe of your thumb across his tip drags the beads of pre-cum from where they’re leaking, melting them into the mix of your saliva that lubricates your motions.

Searing needles pierce into his skin when you finally give in and press hot, open-mouthed kisses against the soft skin of his swollen length. Your thumb brushes against his tip again, another hiss of pleasure escaping from between his teeth. One of Joel’s hands finds the back of your head, tangling fingers into your hair. He doesn’t move to guide you, simply wanting to touch a part of you to ground himself.

Your free hand gently cups his balls as you press a featherlight kiss to the tip of his hard cock. A kitten-lick swipes up the fresh dribbles of pre-cum that have collected and Joel’s fingers tense against your strands. Humming satisfied with the reactions you’re drawing from him, he looks down at you meeting his gaze, feeling the splotches of redness growing across his cheeks and neck at the frustration of your light teasing. He groans out your name as your mouth works to tease him more, not having taken him fully in.

“Fucking hell, baby, quit teasin’, please.” Joel rasps as he watches your methodical seduction. He applies the smallest pressure against the back of your head when your lips finally wrap around just the tip of him, a moan of relief rolling from his chest.

Your eyes stay glued on his face, and he’s lost in the delicious warmth of your mouth, unabashed in every response that he’s having to your mouth working him. Starting a slow bob up and down, he moans at the weight of him on your tongue, saliva coating the underside of his cock as he feels you curl the muscle against every vein. With half of him with your mouth, your hand working what isn’t initially fitting inside. His noises grow louder and in quicker succession, hyperaware that his cheeks are likely visibly warm and eyes dark with a craving when he looks down at you again.

“Such a sweet girl. Look so pretty with my cock in your little mouth. Think you can take more, baby? Think I can fit in your throat?” You shift in your position slightly, thighs rubbing together and a chuckle rolls from his lips, smug in the need he’s drawing from you simply from enjoying his pleasure. A sigh exhales around him in your mouth as your thighs rub together to relieve some of your aches.

The rhythm of your head brings his cock deeper, his tip brushing the back of your throat. You swallow around him and it squeezes him just right, a loud moan rumbling from his chest, the reverberations sending aftershocks to the tips of his ears. At that point, he gets lost in the high feeling, his composure leaving him when his large hand at the back of your head pushes you down onto his cock, taking him down your throat further and causing you to gag. Tears spill from your eyes and spit drips from the sides of your mouth, the blow job quickly turning sloppy as Joel takes more control.

“Fucking hell, darlin’. Taking me so well on your own, being such a good girl for me,” he whines, heading tilting back as his eyes squeeze shut, shallow thrusts meeting the rhythm of your head. “Gonna fuckin’ come, baby, holy fuck, I—”

A moan around him gurgles to nothing when he thrusts again, hand tangled in your hair pulling you back until his tip rests against your lips, “Don’t wanna—please—” His words are lost on the tip of his tongue, pleasure hazing his mind as he searches for the plea he wants to make with you.

You giggle from your knees, swiping your fingers to wipe away the drool from the corners of your mouth, a satisfied smirk on your face. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you push yourself up, standing in between his legs while your hands find his shoulders, scraping your fingernails against the curve of them.

“You wanna come inside of me? Not my mouth? Is that what you were trying to say, baby?”

“Yes,” he exhales, relieved to find the word he needed, blinking open his eyes to look up at you. Your thumb skates across his bottom lip, holding onto his jaw as you study his features.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Joel. Anything for my perfect, doting husband. D’you know how fucking good it makes me feel to make you feel good?” you question curiously, tilting his head as he lets you mold him whichever way you want. “Tell me how you deserve to have me like this. ‘Cause you’re so fucking good to me, tell me that you’re gonna let me fuck you, let me take your come inside of me.”

“Baby, I don’t think that—” he starts, palms pressing into the backs of your thighs as he looks up at you.

“Tell me, Joel. You said you wanted to be the one giving to me tonight. That’s what I want.” You use his earlier, shy request against his negative thoughts, and the intensity in your eyes bends him to your will.

“M’gonna let you have my cock, gonna let you fuck me and show me how much you love when I take care of you.” The words roll foreignly on his tongue, unconvincing coming from his mind to his mouth. You bend a knee, bringing it up to rest next to his thigh, nodding along to encourage him to continue, “I give you whatever I can give to you, and always gonna, baby. Now’s your turn to take care of me, right?”

“That’s right, honey. I should show you how much I appreciate you more often…you work so hard, give us exactly what we need, and provide for us. My big, strong man. You do so much for me, baby. Gonna show you how thankful I am for you, how grateful I am that you’re lettin’ me have this cock,” your words breathe hot against his ear, your other leg now straddling him on the bed, cunt hovering over his waiting cock. A hand leaves his shoulders, reaching between your stomachs to wrap around him, guiding him to your entrance. His breath catches in his throat when you ease down onto him, pushing through the wet seal of your slit.

Wet heat envelopes him, taking in a few inches of him; Joel groans under you, head falling forward onto your breasts, forehead pressed into your sticky skin. One hand tangles into his curls, dragging his head back to look into your eyes. Your hips start to move, adjusted to his size easily and taking more of his cock, letting it split you open inch-by-inch. His eyes wildly search yours, seeing the pleasure overtake your mind, lips parting to match his as you both breathe out shallow, hot breaths.

“Fuck, Joel, so fucking big…” you whine for the first time tonight and the sound goes straight to his cock, twitching him inside of you as his hips jerk up, giving you another inch. Lust clouds his mind, nodding confidently as you take him, desperate to feel your tight, dripping cunt around him entirely.

“I know, baby, I know. Should’ve let me get you ready. But I bet you like the stretch, like a lil’ bit of pain, huh?” he coos, arm snaking around you to hold you closer, your eyes fluttering closed above him as you nod languidly.

“Fuckin’ love it, makes it feel even better,” you whimper when his arm tugs you down further, only an inch or two away from him being fully sheathed.

“C’mon, be my good girl, baby. Show me how you sit on my cock.” He leans forward, bending you backward with his force and holding you tight, his lips attaching to the soft, velvety skin of your breasts and biting, “Gotta face your punishment for stealin’ my hat. Take a cowboy’s hat, gotta ride the cowboy, babygirl. I don’t make the rules.”

You giggle, eyes clearing as you’re pulled out of your cloud of pleasure, gripping onto his shoulders and holding eye contact as you finally sink completely down, burying Joel’s cock inside your soaked pussy. Moans echo in the room, bitten down before they get too loud, your hips immediately finding a quick, sloppy pace to chase your highs. The slick glide of your walls grip his cock lusciously, your flooding arousal coating his balls as thighs as you ride him. Little noises slip from your mouth, simmering the coals burning in the base of his gut as he feels the familiar bliss building.

“Is this what I’m supposed to be doin’, cowboy?” you wonder, hips continuing their pace and mouth twisting as you hide a smile. Joel is unashamed, a wide grin on his face as he unravels one arm from you, picking up the hat from the corner post of the bed, and setting it loosely on top of your head. Giggles erupt from the both of you, your pace faltering as the muscles in his stomach cramp from use. 

Recovering from the interlude, your thighs rub against the outside of his as you bounce, nails digging into his shoulders as your rhythm picks back up, the slap of skin against skin the only noise save for your airy breaths that get shallower and shallower. Flames have ignited in his gut, licking inside and burning hotter and hotter the closer he gets. Nearly at the edge, he needs more, body taking over and lifting you with him as he stands, holding you up on his cock as he thrusts hard and quick into you, dripping for him and gripping him tight to keep yourself up while he fucks into you.

“Oh—fuck, Joel! Right there, m’gonna—oh!” Your desperate pleas in his ear pitch up as you moan, cunt tightening with a flutter around him as you come, soaking his dick as he continues his hard pace, selfishly chasing his high. 

A growl rolls from his chest when you come, his fingernails biting into the flesh of your ass, the slap of his balls against your skin as they draw up. His eyes squeeze shut as he moans your name, the first rope of his come released into your cunt, smaller whimpers following in its wake as he fucks one, twice more, filling you up as deep as he can.

Limbs feeling heavy, he turns you both around, pulling you off of him and dropping you gently onto the mattress. He flops down next to you onto his stomach, blissfully out of it as you move to straddle his back, fingers working the knots and soothing the aches growing there after a long week of work, and a night spent corralling your kids.

The warm press of your body against his back makes him hum contently, your breasts at his shoulder blades as you lay on him, one of his hands reaching the rub his fingers softly against the outside of your thigh.

“You know I think you’re the most handsome, right, honey?” you ask with a hint of worry in your voice, barely above a whisper. He nods, rolling over to his back underneath you and meeting your eyes, brow furrowed with concern.

“I know, baby. Jus’ was feeling weird this whole week. You made it a lot better, though.” A knuckle nudges your cheek, and you take the hat off, Joel chuckling again as you throw it off to the side of the bed. Laying down on him again, he strokes your hair while you hug yourself to his torso, both your eyes and his fluttering shut with exhaustion, from tonight and life in general.

Before drifting off, Joel speaks up, cheekily asking, “So…can I wear this costume next year, too?”

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helllooo if ur requests are kinda closed bc of ur main request game thing (idk what u call it 😭) then ignore this!! but if ur requests are open and you’ll need time to get to this bc of ur request game thingy (wow great wording 😋) can u do an enhypen reaction (ot7) to a fem!idol!reader being in a really popular gg? HELP- the ideas rlly basic but so am I so like- 😍👌

you’re an idol ♡

a/n. sorry you had to wait for so long 🧍‍♀️ i hope you enjoy it!! also it’s not a basic idea i really wanted to write something like this hehe

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

he’s your big fan but the biggest protector

during vlives he makes everything so you do not see hate comments

same with tweets. no idea how he does it but whoever tweets a bad word abt you they have their acc removed in a matter of hours 🧍‍♀️

besides that, hums your group’s songs 24/7

in private tho

bc he knows if one of the guys catch him, he’s being teased forever

also shows off your group merch on vlives!!

pssst, he’s a big fan of the light stick :”)

┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]

engenes on weverse or bubble are low-key tired of him bc he talks about you and your group 24/7

“DID YOU SEE Y/N’S NEW IG POST?! THATS MY GF!!!”

literally has your pc tucked in his wallet and his phone case :”)

once got matching hair with you to support your comeback (spoiler: managers and jungwon were not happy)

sings your songs on lives <3

that’s actually how engenes and your fans started to figure out you’re dating

bc like… he won’t shut up about you. even on vlives or celebrity shows.

but it’s fine, he’s cute while doing that + you two make an adorable couple <3

┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]

no one in the public knows (at first…)

but privately they are all sick of him 🤕

“[gg name] this, [gg name] that…”

heeseung jokes that he should be in your group since he talks more about than enhypen

also his music taste contains of 99% rock and that 1% of your group’s sweet songs about love╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

once (1) he danced to your song - especially your part - and engenes went WILD

engenes craved more jay covering gg songs

they ask, they shall receive! isn’t that suspicious that it’s only your group’s songs though…?

no one cares (respectfully) as long as grumpy jay is dancing cutely :D

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

he’s so in love, everyone can see that

“did you see y/n’s special stage today?! oh my goodness, she was so cool! and the outfit? and the– i mean… [gg name] did well!”

we all know his eyes were on you and you only

he always records your ending fairies 🥹

that means he has a whole ass folder for them + fan cams, memes and clips :”)

always helps you when you struggle with some parts of your choreos or such!!

and he’s so adorable that you can’t say no to his puppy eyes when he asks you to spoil something about your comebacks

“jungwon, no. i told you too much already!” “but…” “okay… but don’t tell others!”

he has a small key ring with a plushie of your representative animal attached to his keys :”)

┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむら りき ]

he could not care less about his managers scolding you – he covers your group’s songs all the time

and he always nails it… but when he does it with you though, he always goofs around and gives you your time to shine <3

literally knows all the choreos, the boys would be 99% that he knows them better than their own

riki literally threatens you to send selfies of yourself when you have a stage performance

he loves all that cutie accessories they put on you and often ends up stealing eg your hair clips…

btw he saves the selfies too <3 esp when it’s a goofy angle… he can’t help but grin like an idiot at his phone

you made a funny mistake on air? get ready to be teased about it.

kind of off topic but you are literally the industry’s fav couple (yk… you kinda took hyuna and dawn’s spot– okay i’ll go now) bc HOW!! CUTE!! YOU!! TWO!! ARE!! TOGETHER!!

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

he’s like “your songs suck” and then proceeds to sing them for the whole day

when he was a mc and your group happened to be performing at music bank he would non-stop stare t you with hearts in his eyes :”)

making lil jokes too (hawaii you?)

during en o’clock he’s known to dance randomly to your songs 😭

but then when you laugh at him bc of that he’s like “well it’s your fault it’s so catchy😕”

he’s so sweet though :( once you had a comeback and due to his busy schedule he couldn’t be with you...

… so he sent you a big (and i mean BIG) bouquet of flowers in colours that matched your cb concept and a cake with a cute drawing!!

also there was a card attached to it. it said “congratulations on your comeback! you did a great job! we loved it!” - enhypen”

but then when you thanked them for it they were like ??? what flowers !!!?

turned out hoon was to shy to admit it was his idea so he just wrote it was them 🥹

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

SUCH A SWEETHEART ABOUT IT :((

writes abt u and [gg name] on weverse!! “did you see [gg name]’s new mv? i loved it!”

dancing tiktoks are a must!! especially with you!! engenes love to see him all happy and giggly with you

also does lil dances out of nowhere :”)

buys your albums. literally dates you and yet he’s the biggest fanboy – literally full on collector

he has to have every single one of your pc

(and yes you sneak some stuff for him, and he straight on goes :D)

often recreates your mv/cb makeup and outfits for fun

and you too… and then you have adorable pictures to post and that results in your fans and engenes to lose their mind 🤭

(and because of that people often set up matching pfps of you two <3)

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @jung0ne ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @julaute ,, @moonacholy

[ithinkabouttzu]

Txt as Boyfriends

Genre: Fluff, romance

Description : Tomorrow x Together members as your boyfriend

Warnings : None

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Yeonjun

- The fun couple

- He is such a cool boyfriend

- and He loves you sm

- def very protective over you

- Would never admit but he loves the thought of matching outfits with you 🤭

- As the oldest member, loves having someone to have deep talks with and being able to express himself

- He shows his soft side to you ONLY

- You know that one og couple in the friend group that had been dating forever? Yep that’s you two

- He also loves to spoil you even if that means it hurts his bank account 😩

Soobin

- The parent couple 😭

- Dating binnie would be very peaceful and like an old type of love

- gives you his jacket when you’re cold, opens doors for you, makes you breakfast in bed.

- You’re his queen and he will show it to you every single day

- He loves to see you interact with the members or his family it makes him MELTTT

- Being the leaders gf really means you’re the rest of their girlfriends too.

- If you give bin a hug, then you have to give all 5 a hug. (that’s just how it works)

- Loves giving you small gifts here and there.

- It’s the little things for binnie :)

Beomgyu

- The ride or die couple

- VERY loyal to you

- It takes him a while to be completely vulnerable/comfortable around you but when he does - he’s ready to risk anything for you

- This relationship is very passionate and intense (in a good way tho)

- If something serious is going on, you two can’t sit beside each other bc you’d end up laughing

- (Y’all are so funny together fr)

- He loves teasing you and joking with you about stupid shit but he always gives you big kisses and hugs and reminds you that he just IS joking

- You guys are really just best friends in love

- He would put you on a pedestal and NEVER do anything to hurt you 🥹

Taehyun

- The hot couple

- Dating Tae would be like dating your best friend

- very competitive between each other and make little bets to see who wins first

-"Bet you can't beat me in COD, y/n"

- Tae is Very sweet to you and loves to spoil you.

- such a simp for you and would let you do anything you wanted to him. doing his makeup, nails, letting you pick what to eat, literally anything.

- He is so committed to make you smile, even if it makes him look like an absolute fool

- Y’all’s go-to is staying home and watching movies together with lots and lots of cuddles

- LOVES to spoil you and if you want to go shopping? Just let him know and he’ll give you his card

Huening Kai

- The cute couple

- Puppy love fr

- I feel like you two would be like high school sweethearts (even though you guys didn’t meet to after school)

- You would probably be one of his first girlfriends, so I could see Kai being very shy around you at first

- HE IS SO SWEET TO YOU 🥹

- He literally treats you like a fragile antic that could break at any moment (he’s so gentle with you)

- Wants you to be his first everything

- Will surprise you with little gifts and dates just because he feels like it

- Will do ANYTHING to make you happy and just wants to see you smile :)

[thatfreshi]

Ok so... Idea for Astorian? What if the reader was some form of Flamenco dancer? Or something of the sorts, who acts like a bard, but instead of using an instrument they dance to perform magic. Not forced at all ofcorse!! I love the way you write him, it feels like you've nailed his character!

Uhm... if you guys want a part two... yeah. Let me know LMAO

TW - general horniness, reader is threatened at dagger-point

Recommended Song: Shirt - SZA

"Yeah, I just dance and then... magic."

The way Astarion first narrowed his eyes at you when you expressed that you couldn't really do anything else, he thought it was laughable.

"So you don't really fight, you just have fun while everyone else is actually doing things?"

"No, I have to actually be good at it! That's like saying you just open doors."

"Well that would be extremely rude because these hands do much more than open doors my dear."

You rolled your eyes, and he smirked. Now, this was before the two of you even slept together, let alone become an item. Over time Astarion has come to understand just how important of an asset you are to the group, but more specifically how he can't keep his eyes off of you on the battlefield. Whenever you can, the two of you find some time alone in the city to find you the most gorgeous flowy outfits, partially because they're easier to move in, but he also loves spoiling you, especially if he benefits from the view. He likes stitching little messages into the loose pieces of fabric, anything in between love notes and threats to people who have even thought about hurting you. The most recent one reads 'If the person wearing this is dead, you're next.'

Somehow, you and your rag-tag group have ended up being tasked with a group of bandits outside of Baldur's Gate. Does it have anything to do with the tadpoles or anything else important? No, of course not, but you have a hard time not helping people in need.

When you come across the group of bandits, it's apparent that they're not going to be a problem. While you're staking out their camp, Astarion comes behind you, whispering in your ear.

"If we make quick work of this, I'm sure we could find somewhere afterwards, for the two of us."

It sends a shiver up your spine, but you laugh it off, turning to look at him.

"You think you're funny, huh? Come on, we have work to do."

"Oh trust me, I know."

Maybe you should find a new way to cast magic, because it cannot be good for him to be horny mid-fight. Then again, it never seems to be a problem, so maybe it doesn't matter? Astarion certainly is an odd specimen, but you love him anyways.

"I am begging the two of you to stop flirting on the battlefield, please."

Gale pleads, wishing the two of you could keep it in your pants for once.

"Listen, once you find someone who completes your heart like Tav completes mine, you will understand. Until then, I'd stop complaining."

You nudge him and then whisper.

"Aster, you are talking to the guy who had sex with Mystra, and then became a literal bomb to try and win her approval."

"Damnit, I always forget about that! Fine, whatever. If Mystra were here, you would be just as lustful as I am, no matter the circumstances."

Gale grumbles to himself and walks off to the others, as Karlach prepares to make the first strike. She makes the signal, and you all take your positions. Astarion always insists on staying close to you, taking you with him on the flank if he has to. No one tries to argue, because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.

"Damnit, ambush!"

One of the bandits calls out, a tiefling. Gale casts grease, making their camp light up in flames from the campfire. Karlach strikes one of the bandits from behind, knocking them into the fire, effectively killing them. You don't realize though that one of the bandits had taken a trip to the forest to relieve himself, and he comes up behind you. Suddenly, you're swallowing fear with a dagger to your throat.

"Cease fire! Or the pretty one gets it."

As soon as the others look over in concern, the man's throat has been pierced, some of the blood splattering onto your face. Astarion drinks until your attacker hits the ground, the dagger falling out of a bloodless hand. You catch sight of Shadowheart, who is in close-quarters combat with a drow, and you turn to your lover.

"Come here!"

He doesn't ask questions, and he grabs your hands, spinning you out towards the fight as you send a fire bolt the drow's way. She falls quickly. Soon enough, Lae'zel finishes off the last of them, and Shadowheart casts water across the flames, making sure nothing else is burnt down. You try to catch your breath with the rest of the group, and you realize Wyll is injured, a gash across his shoulder. Normally Halsin or Shadowheart would deal with such a wound, but it's been a long day, and you're the only one with any healing magic left in you. With a few moves of your hips, you send out a healing ward, patching him up rather quickly.

"Thank you Tav."

Astarion comes to your side immediately after, almost as if he's jealous, wrapping an arm around your waist. As the others start going through the bandits' treasure, your lover wipes the blood off of your face.

"Surprised you didn't lick it off."

"I'm sure his blood was rancid, I much prefer yours."

If someone told you a year ago that someone saying they want to drink your blood was a turn-on, you would've laughed them all the way to Waterdeep. Now, you struggle to stand properly, holding your thighs together. He keeps his hand on your face, grip a little tenser than before.

"You need to be more careful when we're out there. I know these people were practically dead already, but some people won't try to trade you off like a token."

Normally you'd roll your eyes, tell him you obviously know that, but you just nod, and his thumb creeps over to your bottom lip.

"Astarion, we can't get this thing open!"

You're interrupted by a shout from Karlach, and Astarion kisses your cheek.

"I'll finish this later I suppose. Come my love, time to loot these insolent fools."

It's as if he set up the scenario perfectly, like he wanted the two of you to be interrupted. Hopefully he keeps his word.

[barbsgirlfriend]

Velvet & Veneer Headcanons Pt. 2

Fandom: Trolls

Genre: Headcanons

Pairings: Veneer x Kid Ritz, Velvet x Orchid

Warnings: some angst

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Velvet

She was popular in high school.

Velvet did almost EVERYTHING in high school. She was in band, dance company, choir, thespian club, and arts committee. It was very stressful for her, but she really wanted to impress her parents. In the yearbook, she got the “Most Busy” superlative.

She had a huge friend group with most of the popular kids, including Veneer. Velvet was basically teen royalty at Mount Rageous High School.

Chronic pain 😔

She struggles with chronic pain in her lower back/hip. Velvet has to take many breaks between songs when performing because she hurts so bad. She goes to physical therapy every weekend, but it doesn’t really work. Velvet tore her muscle once and it never recovered right. (Me too girl, me too 😔)

Hair, nails, and makeup on FLEEK

Velvet is always looking stunning! Her hair and nails are always done. Even when she has no makeup on, she’s beautiful. Veneer is in control of outfits, and Velvet is in charge of everything else.

SoundCloud Artist

Before Velvet became famous, she would post her songs on SoundCloud. Her songs were majorly inspired by Doja Cat and Ayesha Erotica. Velvet only made about a thousand followers though.

Bad Ex (again me too girl)

In eleventh grade, Velvet started dating this random dude. He wasn’t a good person and was very toxic towards her. She couldn’t sleep some nights because he wanted to call, text, etc. Once, they got in a bad argument, and he ended up hitting her. Veneer didn’t take it too good and beat the shit out of the guy. He could’ve seriously injured the guy, but Velvet made him stop. She doesn’t like getting into close relationships anymore because of her ex.

Small crush

Remember how I said she doesn’t like getting into relationships? Well, this is making her confused. Velvet went to school with a girl named, Orchid. They were really close friends but ended up separating after high school. They saw each other again at a concert; Velvet fell in love. She stalks Orchid’s instagram almost everyday gawking at how pretty she is… Orchid does the same to Velvet. 💜🤍💜🤍

She’s a BARBBBBBB

Her favorite artist is Nicki Minaj. She knows almost all the lyrics to all of her songs.

Veneer

Favorite Child

Veneer was the “golden child” of the family. He was always spoiled and loved by his parents, but that only made Velvet jealous. He didn’t like all the attention because he never got alone time. Veneer did even more than Velvet; he was in dance company, arts committee, dance outside of school, track, tennis, choir, and show choir. Even when Velvet was struggling with her ex, their parents didn’t comfort her. It was Veneer. He spends most of his time giving her the attention she never got from home.

Extremely protective

He absolutely loves his people. Veneer is extremely protective of his friends and sister. One time, Kid Ritz was getting flamed on social media, so Veneer backed him up. He said: “dont be sayin shit abt ppl when u know it aint true. kid ritz is one of my best friends and if yall start being bitchy towards him imma be bitchy towards yall”

Theatre Kid

Veneer was a huge theatre kid. He did a lot of productions during middle school; his first production he ever did he got a lead role. He was Sebastian in the Little Mermaid.

Doesn’t know his own strength

He is surprisingly strong. Veneer isn’t muscular or buff, but he can beat a bitch. He got into many fights in school and won almost all of them, but he doesn’t like to admit it. He has a killer grip, and that is why he could catch Velvet before she fell when Floyd flew out of the shoulder pads.

Casual smoker

He started smoking when he was around 16. Veneer would steal cigarettes from his grandmother and smoke them at home. His dumbass got addicted and it was very bad, but Velvet helped him quit. He was only a few months sober when they became famous.

Shopaholic

Veneer loves shopping! When he was a kid, he’d beg to go to the mall, and he’d buy so much stuff. He knows he has a bit of a spending problem, but why worry? He has money! Anyway, he always wants to go to the mall or even just the grocery store to buy something. Veneer likes to buy matching outfits or accessories for him and Velvet.

[starsurface]

I’m so sorry for making your list longer than it is but you do so well with these requests I just had to ask for this one. Could you do Earthrealm Champions+Liu Kang celebrating a baby regressors birthday? My birthday is at the end of the month and I’ve been thinking about this one for a minute.

Awh please don't worry!!!! I enjoy making content!!! :D (Really happy I got this before the end of March, was so worried I'd miss the deadline)

Also, Happy Early Birthday!!! :D <3 <3 <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, Kenshi, & Liu Kang w/ Babyspace Birthday Regressors Hcs

❤️ . . . When I say that you are getting spoiled, I mean you are getting SPOILED

⭐️ They’d give you two different birthdays, one for when your in your headspace, and one for when your out of your headspace

🌟 Your out of headspace birthday party is very fun, you get a bunch of gifts, you guys all get dinner (that Johnny ends up paying for), your the center of attention

🌩 ^ Johnny probably takes everyone out for a ‘girls day’ . . . even if the entire group (or everyone but you, depends on your gender) isn’t a girl

🍖 . . . But are you really going to say no for a free shopping free and getting to dress up all pretty? I don’t think so!!! (it’s also his gift to you . . . Okay, he has more, but still)

❤️ Your little birthday party goes very different though

⭐️ Raiden wakes you up to some yummy pancakes, fruit, and whipped cream/chocolate chips!! (Mickey Mouse shaped ones are my favorite)

🌟 It’s a very peaceful morning, Raiden even spoon feeds you!! (he normally spoon feeds you when your this small, but he’s insistent on helping you today)

🌩 Long day of very fun little activities!!!

🍖 Johnny gives his birthday gift to you early, it’s a couple of super cute regression outfits

❤️ Why so early? Super simple, fashion show!!! :O

⭐️ He’ll hold you on his hip, helping you strut down the handmade runway (which is a bunch of pillows leading to the couch that the others cheer at)

🌟 Liu Kang steals you next, saying it’s time for outside time, specifically in his private garden area

🌩 What’s outside? A small picnic!! :D (and some water balloons/guns because it’s fun)

🍖 ^ You and Kung Lao team up and end up getting Liu kang all wet (much to your twos enjoyment and his dismay)

❤️ Don’t worry, Liu Kang gets back at Kung Lao later, convincing you to throw a water baloon at him 

⭐️ . . . Which you may or not blame Raiden for, and now a full on war has been brought between the two friends)

🌟 . . . Kenshi does notice and lectures you about lying, unfortunally :(

🌩 But not too much!! It’s your birthday after all, birthday little ones get to bypass some rules (you still need to apoligize to Raiden and Kung Lao for lying though

🍖 (^ Don’t worry, Liu Kang gets all the blame <3)

❤️ You get a ton of gifts!!!

⭐️ Kenshi got you a chicken plushie and some chicklets!!! (inspired by Snow Blind and the chicken stuffies in Unpacked)

🌟 Liu Kang got you a new music box, maybe a song from your favorite video game, or maybe the lullaby is really soothing (it’s a easy hand crank one too)

🌩 Kung Lao got you some more regression snacks, a new baby bottle, and a soft blankie

🍖 Raiden gives you a small backpack to make into a baby bag (or just use)!! As well as some pins or patches he can help sew in!!

❤️ ^ He also got you some really cute socks :3

⭐️ Johnny gets you a custom made pacifier, completely detected out, like, your dream paci (as well as the cute outfits from before)

🌟 They’ll have one of your favorite deserts, or your favorite cake!!

🌩 But . . . It’s a cake based off of your tv show/video game character!!! :O

🍖 Kung Lao will spoon feed you this time, mostly because he whined that Raiden already got to feed you and he wants a turn :(

❤️ You either spend more time outside, whether playing with the rest of the water balloons, or hiding on Kenshi’s lap while the other four run around trying to get the others soaked (Yes! Even Liu Kang ends up getting in on it!! And he is destined to win)

⭐️ If you also get soaked, you do have to have a bath :\

🌟 But it’s a very nice bath!! Nice soap, maybe a bath bomb, fluffy towels, wearing one of your new onesies!!

🌩 And because Liu Kang is so nice, and it’s your birthday, you get to skip/push back nap time!! :D

🍖 . . . A horrible decision, because now your incredibly cranky, grumpy, and still refuse to fall asleep, and it’s ALL Liu Kangs fault!!! >:(

❤️ Don’t worry, very easy fix: Cuddle pile!!!

⭐️ Putting your favorite tv show on, you getting borderline suffocated while they all try to snuggle you, and getting very sleepy very quickly

🌟 (If your big when you wake up, they’ll take you out to eat again!! Probably somewhere like Madam Bo’s or your favorite place)

🌩 (If you’re still tiny, you can get to use some of your new stuff!! And they get you some yummy takeout or make you your favorite food!! . . . Or order from Madam Bo’s)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Small Note: When you get new gear, make sure to wash/clean it!!! Otherwsie it can be nasty (this also goes out got things like new cups or silverwear in general!!! Always clean things you first get!!!)

[haileyywrites]

(Part 1) The Balladeer returns to his land of origin on important business by the order of the Cryo Archon and finds out about his creators second puppet - one who is not the Shogun...

-> Scaramouche/the Balladeer x reader!

-> Gender neutral reader! Innocent reader! No ship - reader is technically Scara's sibling! Scara thinks about unaliving reader and chokes them! Some dark themes but no actual violence or graphical descriptions! A lot of jealousy and hate, some angst!

The Balladeer loathed his home of origin, nothing but terrible memories existed there anymore. The lands belonged and were controlled by the one who created him - Beelzebul, who was also the one who abandoned him. In her eyes he wasn't strong enough, or good enough to act as her puppet. He was a mere prototype to the limits of it's technology and he simply didn't fufil her expectations. She threw him away as she didn't wish to have control over his fate.

What a joke... She created him to be her puppet on a string and when she failed to create what she envisioned, she left him to figure out life on his own. In the end she had managed to make the Shogun, who was perfect for what she envisioned to rule over eternity on the outside.

Outside of her he had never heard or knew of another puppet ever being made by her, yet when he laid eyes on you - it was obvious. You may not have been the spitting image of her, but neither was he. He of all would recognize the work of his creator and there was no mistaking your true nature. The electro symbol on the back of your neck - though hidden mostly by your clothes, could still be seen with keen eyes.

It wasn't wise of him, but he couldn't fight against the urge - no, the need to follow you around. You were constantly surrounded by the Shogun's men who were supposedly guarding you. If you couldn't even walk through Inazuma City without guards, then what could Beelzebul possibly see in you? What made you stronger or better than him?

The very sight of you made his non-existent blood boil and hands ball into tight fists. It disgusted him that you could somehow be considered his superior when you naively walked around the streets with your entourage looking at the different shops with those big doe eyes of yours...

Had he not recognized the signs, he likely would have thought you to be some wealthy Inazuman family's spoiled brat with your fancy traditional outfit and group of guards. That was likely who you were to most Inazumans, few knew the truth of the Shogun - so how or why would they know your true nature? Either way he would hear people talk about you and the Shogun - that she would sometimes be seen outside of Tenshukaku accompanying you...

Firstly she would create and keep you despite everything about you being the same as him when he was abandoned, and before he joined the Fatui. Weak, helpless and emotional. Then she even protects and spends time with you - either she leaves the Plane of Euthymia to be with you or she forces the Shogun to do so... Either way she goes out of her way to do this for you. What a hypocrite.

The more he followed you around the more his thoughts turned sinister... He wanted to see the look on your face as you faced and recognized him the same way he had. Right after he'd wrap his hands around your neck and... What he would do to be there when the Shogun would receive the news of it. He'd just have to find the right moment to sneak up on you.

What was worse than tailing you throughout Inazuma while he was supposed to be doing something more important, was that you were heading to the Grand Narukami Shrine. The home of Yae Miko, Beelzebub's bothersome kitsune familiar. He watched you greet the woman with a warm smile, clearly you knew each other quite well. Frustratingly he watched as you interacted with her for quite a while before she left you alone, your guards were left outside of the shrine.

This was his moment. You were facing away from him as you rested your palm against the Sacred Sakura, you muttered something as you closed your eyes but he could not hear what you were saying. He stopped a few steps below you and for some reason he hesitated... You slowly turned around with round eyes.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I did not hear you coming.” You smiled warmly.

That was the last thing he expected for you to do. Your smile was somehow calming and your eyes were so kind when you looked at him. They widened for a moment before your brows frowned in confusion. Scaramouche stared back wordless, unable to do anything...

“Have we by chance met before? You look and feel familiar somehow...” You questioned.

“No.” He coldly responded, yet you didn't mind in the slightest.

“I see. Are you here to pray or to pay respects?” You asked politely.

“Neither.” He curtly responded.

The silence that ensued was rather awkward for both sides as you simply stood still and stared at each other. The more you stared the more you questioned how you knew him or what you recognized him from, but you couldn't quite place it. His gaze was intense and made you rather uncomfortable... You were just about to excuse yourself when his hand wrapped around your neck tightly.

You were caught off guard and gasped loudly, you weren't able to make a sound or breathe. Panic began settling in as you clawed his hand helplessly while trying your best to suck in any air to your lungs. He stared blankly at you, his eyes darkening the longer he held you. The more you struggled the harder he pressed...

Your mind was becoming fuzzy from the lack of air and your legs began buckling under you, as hot tears filled your eyes. You looked at him pleading for him to stop with your eyes... His eyes widened as he stared at you complete in shock, slowly his grip loosened as his hand trembled against your neck. Without his hold you fell onto the ground and began coughing uncontrollably as you tried regaining your breath.

What was that - why did he let go? He didn't understand it either... But your eyes. The way you looked at him so helplessly and hopelessly, you were filled with fear but even now you didn't look at him with any hatred. Your eyes remained bright and soft. He hated them, he hated you. Yet he couldn't kill you...

He backed away before looking down at you, you were staring back with concern. Your neck was red with marks around it from his fingers, your hand was placed over it protectively. You weren't backing away, you simply laid on the ground unmoving.

“Are... are you okay?”

Was that a joke? Why in the world would you be asking that when you were the one who was almost sent to the beyond? He really didn't understand you, not anymore at least... Kabukimono would have. You reminded him of that part of himself and he hated it. He hated everything about you and wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around your neck again, but finish the job this time.

But he couldn't do it when you looked at him like that... You wouldn't survive an hour without supervision from the Shogun or her men, you and people like you weren't going to survive in a world like this. You just weren't meant to, but he would leave you be. For both of your sakes it would be best if you never crossed paths again...

A/N: I honestly don't know lol not proofread! Like and or reblog if you want <3

[yunarim]

Seeing you knowing a thing or two about kpop makes me wanna spoil you with many kpop songs inspired requests... May I request pomefiore reacting to an idol!reader (pref fem but gender neutral would be ok too if you want) whose group is similar to dreamcatcher (songs, outfits, etc)? Have a good day!!

⟣┄─ The thoughts that stopped, I return my steps to you ɞ ┆✦ characters : vil schoenheit, rook hunt, epel felmier ┆✦ tags : fem!reader (no pronouns used though), fluff, reader is not yuu (but the name yuu mentioned in order to avoid calling reader y/n)

✦ Vil Schoenheit — In the Frozen

— He knew you before you got acquainted with anyone in NRC because he saw you on stage.

— He saw your debut and he also even did a photoshoot with you once.

— Vil knows how much idols work, so he deeply respects your work ethic but doesn’t really know much about you. 

— He’s not a big fan of dark concepts but one day he finds himself preparing for the photoshoot and watching your recent comeback while the stylist is doing his hair. 

— The moment you start singing your lines, his brows twitch a little, and his stylist smirks. 

— Your hairstyle is on point, your makeup is absolutely stunning. 

— The way you present yourself while singing and dancing is also incredibly professional, there’s no denying. You’re the artist, which is extremely admirable. 

— Somehow he thinks about your performance before going to sleep and watches the music video once more, which he would never do normally. 

— Ends up posting a story in MagiCam with your recent music album playing on repeat numerous times and tags your group official account with ‘What an excellent work.’

— Neige started sending Vil edits with your group. 

— Ha… That was annoying at first until one day your group, Vil and Neige, were invited to a radio show. 

— You look magnificent even when you’re not maintaining your mysterious fantasy-like persona on stage. 

— Radio host asks something here and there until the question is aimed directly at Vil.

— “And now to the questions from our listeners! Vil, if you were on a desert island with one of the band members, who would it be?”

— Vil already has the answer perfectly polished to the point he wouldn’t sound offensive or lead to unnecessarily hints and talks, but Neige suddenly interferes. 

— “Ah, forgive me for being rude, the question isn't for me, but I feel like Vil would get along with Yuu!”

— Why. For what reason.

— You smile at him gently, and he remembers you smiling the same way you did in the music video. 

— Neige is long forgotten by now, even if Vil agrees with him. 

— After the radio program you found yourselves stumbling upon each other on photoshoots and TV shows from time to time until you approach him first during one of your activities and straight up ask for his number.

— Congrats on now having a boyfriend who does your makeup, your hairstyle and also is good at giving a piece of advice when it comes to burnouts. 

— You two did a photoshoot with your group’s aesthetics and apparently half of the stan Magitter* went insane. *Magitter – an allusion to twitter

✦ Rook Hunt — Red Sun

— Saw Neige mentioning your group on MagiCam and the whole Pomefiore realized they have never seen the vice dome leader with such enormously huge heart-shaped sparkles in his eyes.

— The moment he saw you, Rook went on MagiTube* to watch every music video, show, vlog and other activities. 

— God he’s so whipped for the concept, he adores every little aesthetic detail in every outfit. 

— And your voice?!.. Ah, what a divine sound you make. All of the members do, there’s no denying, you all are extremely talented individuals. 

— And yet there’s something so captivating in you. 

— He wonders how it is even possible to enchant people with such a pristine, alluring voice, ah, you must be a dark angel, fallen into this obscure relentless world…

— Next day Rook found out about your group and every Pomefiore student who was spotted on the campus territory looked so drenched and that is no wonder, given how expressively Rook described your group image in every detail, appreciating your absolutely divine precious being and–

— In any case he’s now your loyal fan. 

— He proved to be a trustworthy art & culture manager after helping Vil organize his photoshoots and also giving advice to Neige’s managers. 

— No wonder he ended up preparing photoshoots for your group too.

— “Good morning,” you greet Rook, stretching out your hand for the handshake, and at the moment Rook thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.

— Not to mention your voice sounds so nice even when you’re not singing.

— Rook’s being very attentive to your little needs which is incredibly amazing to you.

— You blush a little when you realize you’ll miss him when the photoshoot is over.

— Worry not, you find a small card decorated with dark roses, the decoration fitting your recent comeback’s concept, with Rook’s number written in a bit of cursive handwriting.

— It doesn’t take long for you to fall in love, given how sweet he is.

— But aside from being just nice and attentive, he’s really helpful. 

— He always helps you to relieve some stress when you’re staying up late in the dancing studio by bringing your favorite snacks and just by being supportive. 

— You don’t reveal your relationship to the public, but somehow you end up bragging to Neige about the non-stop amount of ‘beauté!’ you heard every day. 

— You also ended up getting a few lines in French for the upcoming comeback.

— You wonder why. *MagiTube – an allusion to youtube

✦ Epel Felmier — PIRI

— He knows your group for two reasons: first, Ace and Deuce aren’t shutting up, so he first tried bearing with it, and second, your concept looks so refreshing. 

— He also likes this type of music, so in three days he knows your entire discography and sings ‘HOLD UP YEAH, I’M A GEEK THE BIG PARADOX’ part like his life depends on it.

— Unironically creates a MagiTok* account dedicated to making edits with your group.

— One day Ace sends him a magitok with your insanely well edited fancam and Epel says ‘Damn yeah. Btw I was the one who made it’ and Ace refuses to believe it until Epel shows him his account. 

— Your music is obviously a bop, and your recent album is a soty one, but he prefers rap lines more so he can practice his own rapping (he’s extremely good).

— One day your group visits NRC to film your upcoming music video in the Pomefiore dorm, so needless to say he’s excited.

— Epel understands he’s just a fan and there’s no way he would disturb you during filming.

— But huh no.

— You got lost on your way from the cafeteria to Pomefiore and Epel just happened to be there at the moment. 

— Goodness, you’re stunning. 

— Patterned gloves look very nice on your hands when he takes your hand in his quite casually and causes you to follow him.

— “Here you go, don’t get lost again, but finding me is also an option. Good luck on filming!”

— You ask if he’s been doing rap and he looooses it when you say he’s immensely incredible. 

— You also ask him for his socials so you two could chat from time to time and he realizes he makes a fatal mistake when he gives you his MagiTok account.

— He thought he would be over (though he wasn’t sure if it would be you who ended him or Vil but in any case), but you actually… praised him??

— After you suggest he join your entertainment’s editors he’s on cloud nine but still refuses because wouldn’t it be better for him to try casting with rap? He’s so real for this.

— You wonder how you got yourself a boyfriend who’s planning to outshine yourself (jokingly, he’s extremely supportive and he’s your number one loyal stan).

— You know the thing when fans count their days with the idol? He does that too but unironically.

— You feel like he makes and sends you magitoks more often then he messages you “good morning”.

— (No worries, you playfully annoy him too by not sanding new rap lines in the upcoming releases) *MagiTok – an allusion to tiktok

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[darlingrini]

What do ur yan characters think of when they think of a perfect date?

Honestly I feel most would try to cater to what you want in order to please you, but if they had to pick one they would idealize: Pon would want to go somewhere a bit fancy, likely take you out to a very nice dinner to show off and go out to a market of sorts or a mall, any shops basically he can spoil you at with gifts and affection!! He'd also wear a suit cause how else can he show off the nice dad bod he's got ;3c Afterwards if your okay with it he's def dragging you home for some nice late night trashy TV to just talk before you both pass out on the couch together snuggled up. Kitten likely would want to go somewhere fun and lively, something much like a amusement park. She's the kind of girl to cling to your arm and gush about how amazing you are at every game at the park, or how she needs to cling to you when on "scary" rides like rollercoasters or haunted house rides! Which she insists on going!! (unless your scared) She of course will drag you onto the tunnel of love to get her smooches in and trap you on the ferris wheel with her, and is wearing the cutest outfit she could find in her closet to present herself to you. Teddy is most simple of the group, to him he'd just think it'd be fun anywhere with you! The idea of even spending time with you even if it wasnt a "date" honestly gets him going!! You two could be working together and he'd feel like he's on cloud 9. If on a proper date he'd try to be presentable and out of uniform, take you likely to a movie of your choice (or the latest animated musical) or the arcade and you two can just spend the night together goofing off and having a great time!! Afterwards he'd just be so smitten to wanna hold hands with you and go on a late night walk under the stars. Where while he may be pretty quiet most of the date due to shyness, he'd at least confess how much he enjoyed himself and likes having you with him by the end of it bashfully. Hopefully TED doesn't ruin the date ;3c Ricky's date honestly wouldnt even seem like a date at first. He's kind of a tsundere bastard like that. And would tell you a lie and state its likely some "office" get together or that you better show up to this place and at this time or else before storming off embarassed. When you show up to said place, its likely a highly esteemed dinner date set upon a private boat. Rickys one to not worry about his money spending, and the fact he's trying to impress you is pretty obvious even if he won't talk about it. Claims the rest of the office couldn't make it so wow it works out that its just a small private dinner fit for two. Though by the end of the night he's mellowed out quite a lot and seems to actually be having a great sincere time with you. Which he will deny the next day even after proof of pictures are found on his phone bragging about his "amazing date".

Finally Darius is literally a king, a magical king at that and one whos going to be well over the top when it comes to your perfect date. Hes going to literally light up the room with stars and crystals all adorning over a beautiful garden area he has set up for the two of you inside the palace. Since he doesn't very much like you leaving the palace, he does keep dates indoors and rarely outside (unless you are on really good behaviour and request it sweetly from him). So instead he creates a whole world for you inside one of the many giant palace rooms. Where you will have a picnic under the stars and he will play music for you softly. Being so gentle and sweet as he even pulls you into dancing magically underneath the stars. It all feels like a dream when you wake up the next day in bed alongside him ;3c

[inkrabbit]

Just some quick beta facts about the boys! They’ve gone through quite a bit of changes over the months

If anyone remembers, Ares was originally going to be “Vulcan”. Every time I look back at posts where I refer to him as such, it feels like Ares is punching me

Originally, the pack was going to be mute like Neptune. They only would’ve made animalistic sounds to in order to show how they felt

They were supposed to just be “background” ghouls, meaning they would’ve just been emotionless slaves that obeyed Nihil’s every order. That didn’t last

Astraeus was never supposed to exist. He only does because I was talking to someone and was like “wouldn’t it be fucked if Nihil had a quintessence ghoul that hated him???”

Notus has gone through a lot of changes. I think I have a good idea for him down now, but he did use to have a spade tail and spiral horns

Ares and Notus also got height changes! Ares is now 5’10 (was 5’8) and Notus is now 6’3 (was 5’11). I’m still not 100% sure if Norris will keep this height or if I’ll revert him back to 5’11

Ares also went through a design change! Originally, he was going to be based off of a young Frank Sinatra. However, I have him more attributes to match with the original musician. Ares still has Frank as a voice claim

Ares also had a slight personality change. While he’s still hostile in the beginning of his summoning, he was originally going to be hostile and violent all throughout his life. The second Drabble I did for him kinda showcased that. The more scary, aggressive and mute front. Nowadays, while he’s still more aggressive and reserved, he’s more charming and manipulative to get what he wants

Another change the boys had were their outfits and styles. Originally, they would just going to wear the outfits you see in Chapter 8. But over time, I decided that they would’ve been spoiled and were free to do whatever they wanted. Though, they still do occasionally wear their old outfits

I had originally said that the reason Notus had his first outburst was because of Primo’s ghoul stepping out of line and threatening Nihil. This had to change for Astraeus, who left the group back in 1968 and hid out at the old ruined church

Nihil wasn’t supposed to care for the ghouls. But then I started to work on his personality more for the younger version of himself and… well it changed

Neptune was going to stay maskless like the rest of the pack. But then I changed it so he resembled my husband. My server knows who this is

Neptune is the one that holds no resemblance to his musician at all and I’m keeping it that way until the end of time

Originally, I was going to have it the boys only knew their own instruments, but changed that as well

Silvanus went through a quick redesign in a way. His oni teeth and markings came maybe a day or two after his initial sketch was done

[pegakitty]

I have 8 monster high dolls, most of them are gifts, a couple of these I was really itching for. It all started with Twyla. then my dad said she needed a sister, so he got Toralei for me. then the others came! July was a fun month for me last year. So now I have what I jokingly call a cult.

They're ontop of what I call my treasure shelf, and every so often, I pick them up, admire their details...and put them back.

first up is Abbey Bominable, who I got at a christmas party at my mental health group! I was SO. STOKED. When I pulled off the wrapping paper and saw her. I took her out right away and got some pics with her. I love her snowy/winter theme, her fangs, her COLOR SCHEME, and the iridescence on her split pants. I'm not fully caught up on anybody's LORE, but I imagine that even though she's tall, she's very polite...and makes snowcones for everyone. She often...falls down when I bump my desk though. Next, I have Lagoona Blue. I love the pink and blue on her, I think she looks really nice with pink. I'm a huge lover of the water element, so one day I asked if I could get her. Well, some weeks later, I got a delivery...and there she was! I love her freckles, her scales, her fins, HER SHOES... she did need some conditioning though LOL but she's good now. I imagine she has the homestuck fishy typing quirk, to be honest, like, she types with glubs. But she is FIERCE and she knows it!

Next is the iconic and ever popular Draculaura, her charms have not failed on me. Stunning, iconic, just about everybody knows her, even if they don't know monster high. Even though there's a core refresh, I'm not going to get a double. Her stockings and hells, OH MY GOD, and she has fangs as well! I love her bat earrings, her split hair colors, and her accessories are really humorous. Very good company, but she hisses when exposed to direct sunlight. You wanna know how she applies her sunscreen? She squirts it into a painting pan, gets a roller, and just gets it completely saturated before she saturates herself in the concoction. Next is Toralei. My dad picked really good, getting her for me. Unfortunately, her wiki page states her being a bully, but I said I'd teach her to be nice, lol. She comes with beautiful accessories, including a mic stand, she has an actual tail that I use to keep her hair staying put, and i LOVE her clothing. She really is a rockstar. Uhmmm apparently she's getting a redemption arc in g3?? I hope she's able to use her current assets and doesn't get toned down as the g3 series progresses.

Next is Clawdeen, and I got her out of her packaging when I was in a discord call; I stated that I was doing surgery. Unfortunately she did have to get her hair cut, the ends were all matted, I'm not sure what caused that. But she still has her curls! I tried to paint her nails at some point...and they look okay. She's definitely the fierce one of the group, with a zero tolerance policy for bullying or harassment. If you start something, she will be on your tail to make you own up to it and apologize. Gorgeous, I love her outfit and accessories, she even has FRECKLES which I squealed over. She's also a member of the Fang Gang.

Next is the eclectic and elecrifying Frankie! They're definitely my favorite of the boo crew? Ghoul squad?? please correct me. I love how energetic and yearning they are. They were also a surprise gift for me. I love their decorated metal leg, their earrings, their HAIR IS SO ICONIC! And I love that they're canonically nonbinary/go by they/them. They're weird...just like me! And I bet they're constantly thinking outside of the box...of which they'd respond with "what box?". Of course I had to get their girlfriend next! Cleo De Nile. A bit snooty, but I guess it comes with being absolutely spoiled. Fabulous without a doubt...and she has shades, just like Frankie does! I love that one leg is different than the other, I'm unsure if that's her skin, or bandages. Fabulous, and will help you be fabulous as well. She'll teach you how to strut, too. Last up is absolutely my favorite, Twyla. Twyla...just needed to be in my life. I had to have her. She's purple, and autistic, just like I am! Her hair needed some touching up when I first got her, but now she's all good. She's the sweetest little thing, and I think she has my favorite design. Her design elements show "I'm a shadow monster". She also has eyes that glow in the dark! I tried painting her nails too...green to stand her out a bit more. She's just...adorable! I love her so much.

[its-snicket-here]

If it's ok can I request Ainz/Momonga with a younger sibling!reader? Like maybe they're not as good at the game as him, perhaps clumsy even, but they still want to keep their brother company whenever they can?

So like, Ainz basically spoils the hell out of you. I mean THE HELL out of you. He doesn't care what you say, he's going to spoil you.

I want to say your age would round around maybe 12-14 years old to be exact on how young you are for some of that child naivety you held, so... Big scary skelly brother at your service!

To be honest, when you first begged Ainz for you to make you an account for you to join in with him, he was hesitant to do so. With all the PKing the whales/older players does, and how... 18+ it is with it's themes, he would rather have your mind be still naive for a little bit more until you understand more of the complex things.

During character creations, you were hella picky because you didn't like the idea of being designed as a monster. So thank gods above that one of the character race was a doppelgänger, because that's the closest to being a human with a sort of monster like look. Plus it also fits on your flaws on your very little game sense.

RIP your brain trying to understand all the info dump on you when the first few days happened

Your form contains a simple black winter coat, with black fur trimmings around the cuffs, neck, and the ends of the coat. Underneath the coat is a simple white dress shirt and a pair of dark red slacks to go with the outfit. A pair of dark brown boots goes along with the fit too.

Your hair, face, and body changes a lot over the corse of time because you were having trouble on deciding your final look to stay over the corse of the years. Then you settled on having your character to resemble you, despite Ainz's protest about how you're probably gonna get doxxed for that.

You spend your skills mostly on stealth related perks, because you don't like fighting a lot. Thus, Ainz and the group usually send you out in the front lines to scout.

Ainz gave you a bracelet that allows to teleport him to you when you're in grave danger though. He has trust issues with you scouting out alone by yourself. Despite you complaining that you are a big person and wanted to big person things by yourself.

10/10 big spoon Ainz in-game and in real life.

Ainz low-key admits that he feels much more happier in this draining world that the two of you suffers in. It's his main motivation of continuing to live on despite struggling and used gaming as his way to cope with life.

You'll steal his jackets he owns. Take it or leave it.

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When the two of you were transported into the game, you were transported in your room that you spent most of the time decorating with detail while Ainz obviously was teleported to the throne room with Albedo.

When you were lost, confused, and scared. Obviously you had a panic attack, thus activating the bracelet that allowed Ainz to be summoned.

It was sure of a shock for the two of you seeing each other. Especially to you, as you didn't knew who this (assumed) very wide and tall skeleton right in front of you.

Ainz immediately hugged you in a spooning position, despite his features would deem... uncomfortable because he's mainly made out of bones. Though that doesn't matter, wait, yes it does. Damnit.

So... You have an Ainz that is stuffed to the brim with pillows and blankets. Just imagine a skeleton the endured a pillow stuffing like a thanksgiving turkey.

He'll rock you around like what he'll used to do when you became very fussy to go to sleep, had a nightmare, or during those... storms the city would have occasionally.

During the cuddle session, Ainz would try his best on explaining that it's him for real, and that the two of you are transported into the game for some unknown reason.

When you didn't believe him, he started showed you a mirror so that you could look at yourself. Bad idea, Ainz.

This ended up you crying even more, not believing that the two of you aren't transported into this world and that Ainz is playing a mean trick on you.

Incomes Yuri and Pestonya with their motherly instincts to a young supreme leader.

Ainz will do with all his power to put Shalltear and you away from each other and anyone else that is willing to flirt/do sexual advances to you. He go dad mode on you.

You are his main motivation on working to bring the two of you back at first, though later on while the stages of kingdom domination was happening it... sort of slipped from the two of you about leaving.

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You don't fight. Period.

Hell, Ainz doesn't even allow you to fight in-game or "in game." He absolutely refuse you to even join the darkness group.

No, don't give him the puppy eyes and tears.

No

...

Fine, only if you pinky promise to get out of the fight, ok?

Like earlier mentioned, your skills focuses on stealth and scouting. So, of course again, Ainz would usually send you out to scout to at least sharpen and hone your skills.

Your only source of "weapon" is a skill called [Star Light Flash]. It's a skill that causes blindness, confusion, stuned, and burns the enemy or enemies if they fail to get out of its range. The weaker the enemy is, the longer the debuffs stays or its instant death they meet.

Demiurge is in charge of training on honing your spells or at least giving you some ideas of attacks that you can help yourself and anyone.

At first Cocytus was originally supposed to train you, but due to his... size for hands on training. You almost got yourself squashed into a red paste??? Do doppelgängers even have blood??

So, it ended up with the Lizard tribes helping you, specifically these three lizard folks: Zaryusu, Sharsuryu, and Zenberu.

Zaryusu and Sharsuryu are in charge of training you with melee weaponry, specifically spears and swords. While Zenberu is in charge of hand to hand combat.

I say Zenberu is pretty ballsy with his teasing on you, while Zaryusu and Sharsuryu are just like "Shush! You're going to get us killed you big oaf!"

Whenever Lupusregina is over at E-Rantle to check up on the village, you begged her to take her with you. Like, begged her with those child eyes of yours. Who couldn't say no to a child? Yuri and Pestonya can. Ò^Ó

Ok, now onto the clumsy part-

You're only clumsy because of your balance and low sense of perception when traveling fast.

Like, if you're balancing a pile of books or something heavy like a treasure chest for some godly reason. When running, you'll trip and fall over nothing. When walking, you trip and fall over nothing.

Hell, your fights has its clumsy moments. Such as falling off a tree on accident, falling on your enemy instead of dealing a KO, crashing into a wall while meaning to turn into a direction. Worse of all, shifting into the wrong person/animal at the wrong moment. Pandora's Actor is now in charge of teaching you how to shape shift.

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[Sibling's Love] - Because of the connection to another player via email, phone number, or linked accounts. Whomever is the eldest or the older account will now gain a ATK buff of 160%, Speed increased by 240+ points, and mana capacity will be increased by 1,000 with a mana regeneration of 200 points a second when the younger sibling is hurt. While the younger sibling will now gain the defense increase by 200%, Speed increased by 200+ points, and health regeneration by 400 points per second. [Activated once the younger Sibling's health has reached less than half health]

[Star Light Flash] - "Remember, whenever you need help use the stars..." -- Unkown || Dealing a short spark of light from the stars with a 6ft radius, the opponent(s) would now be blinded, stunned, confused, and burned status effects. If the opponent is far weaker than the user, it could deal fatal damage or even death.

[Bridge of Faith] - A bracelet that is used to teleport a selected player to the summoner. [Can be obtained in guild shop]

[Thieving Boots] - "Hush..." -- Artrius Kelivian || Boots from an infamous thief that used to be the greatest can hide tracks and sounds when moving. Speed increased by 120% [Stealth Track and Silence Obtained]

[Brooding Coat] - "His eyes are brooding despite the cheek smile he held on his face. Blood spattered on his coat, while the necklace of the Omnipresent Stone was pocketed in. He will not stop at nothing when stealing...." || A coat that used to be stained in blood when things started to get complicated for him. A shame, he doesn't want to fight really, but one has to fight in order to live. [Invisibility obtained] (Mana Capacity/1 mana point)

[Stylish!] - Despite his job, he still needs to be presentable to the other's eyes. || An outfit that contains a plain white dress shirt with dark red slacks, the materials made that fit seems to rival a noble. Cunning and Charisma is increased by 110+ points. When in a debate battle, all choices will have a much stronger impact and will no longer be held back by specific point levels.

[Hunter's Blade] - A black blade with unknown origins. || A simple blade with very sharp ends. Does its job with infinciting a very slow yet strangely quick death to the inflicted. Very hard to heal in normal terms... [Bleeding status]

[fairyofthestar]

AGAINST ALL ODDS: profiles 02

yeonjun's grandchildren 👴🏻

TAEHYUN

- bs applied physics major - the main brain of the group - has good grades and a liking for random scientific facts - a generally serious person but can be playful if he wants to

YEONJUN

- ba fashion design major - very popular in uni; everyone looks forward to his outfit posts - wishes to work in paris someday - the eldest and though he is always teased for it, the group would be a wreck without him

SOOBIN

- bs psychology major - yn's classmate - if yeonjun's the pillars that keep the group stable, he's the foundation - an introverted person but can be loud in the group

BEOMGYU

- bachelor of fine arts major - the loudest in the group and keeps the energy going - a really great artist and no one should disturb him when he's in his element; he may end up ghosting everyone while working - friends with almost everyone in the campus

HUENING KAI

- ba in music production - the youngest (and cutest according to him) in the group - adored and spoiled by his hyungs - really talented at what he does; he's always in charge of music in events and the school makes him compete in contests (he always wins)

masterlist / profiles 01

SYNOPSIS — after an unfortunate relationship in high school, y/n is determined to focus on everything except love as soon as she steps in college. things have been going well for her, but it was as if the universe was against her. what if she’s suddenly met with the person who broke her heart in the same library she finds solace in? the same person who she had grown to despise?

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[ishouldbeinh0rnyjail]

Bodyguard!Toji Fushiguro x MafiaBossDaughter!Reader

Tw: harsh words, violence, rape/noncon, spanking, dacryphilia, daddy kink(if you squint), creampie, choking

Imagine:

Toji Fushiguro is the best bodyguard in the business and has a reputation among mafias as being extremely ruthless and only taking high risk jobs or high paying ones.

Then one day he gets called by one of the most notorious mob bosses, the leader of the L/n group.

Turns out his precious daughter has received death threats and they have reason to believe that someone on the inside might be helping.

Toji was intrigued and figured it’d be worth checking out so he met up with your father to learn more.

Toji learned that you were this man’s only child and the most important thing in the world to him. He used that to drive up the price, though it seemed that man would have agreed to anything if it meant your safety.

Toji agreed to take the job and find the mole if there was one.

It finally came time to meet you and by all of your father’s descriptions he was expecting a small child and definitely not an 18 year old girl dressed in a pink frilly outfit and carrying a large stuffed animal.

It was cute, he’d admit, and almost made his dick hard. He couldn’t see that going over well with your father.

You were the perfect vision of a innocent princess and then you opened your mouth.

It seems that when daddy isn’t around you turn into a spoiled brat.

You drug Toji all over the city to every god damn high end shop you could find and nothing but treat him as if he was your personal slave.

You had him doing everything for you since your previous assistants had been fired due to the mole theory.

This wasn’t in the fucking contract.

He seriously considered just dealing with the consequences of just saying fuck it and breaking the contract. He’s not a damn babysitter.

By the end of the day you managed to drag him to well over 20 shopping centers, 5 fine dining restaurants, and 2 celebrity hair salons.

Who the fuck even does that!?

You apparently.

And you didn’t waste a single opportunity to sass and berate him

God he was beginning to see why someone that works for you would want you dead.

Almost an entire week went by without anything dangerous occurring and even then it wasn’t some nefarious attempt on your life just some drugged up mugger that didn’t see Toji standing right next to you.

He almost felt bad for the guy. Almost. But he really needed to get his frustrations out.

He ended up beating the poor sucker half to death and he was sure that after seeing what he was capable of you’d learn some god damn respect.

But once again, luck was not on his side.

“You done yet? ‘Cause I want ice cream.” Turns out you see that a lot given your father’s line of work.

Nothing he did seemed to intimidate you. Anytime he’d size you up, scoff at you, or glare into your soul you’d just look offended, roll your eyes, and sass him. It was obvious that you were beyond confident nothing bad would ever happen to you.

It pissed him off. Like it really pissed him off.

And on the 8th day he couldn’t take it anymore.

The final straw was the fact that after walking around for almost 2 hours straight you started whining and eventually you plopped onto the ground with your arms crossed claiming you weren’t walking another step. He would have been embarrassed if he weren’t so fucking pissed.

He tried everything but you wouldn’t budge so he finally gave in and picked you up bridal style.

He didn’t talk to you the entire car ride back to your mansion. He just plotted.

He was going to teach you some fucking manners.

Without being told he picked you up and carried you inside. Once he walked into your bedchambers and successfully out of range of any cameras (because daddy would never allow anyone to watch his daughter in the privacy of her room) he went from carrying you bridal to tossing you over his shoulder.

Your reaction was immediately as you began kicking and screaming at the indignity of being carried like a sack of potatoes. You kept flailing around as he locked the doors until he smacked the back of your thigh hard enough to leave a red hand print.

Toji stormed past your sitting room and straight to you bedroom.

Once he got to your California king size bed he tossed you face first onto the mattress.

When he saw you trying to crawl away he grabbed your hips and pulled you to lie ass up on his lap.

You started struggling against him again and this time throwing curses at him but you settled down when he flipped up the skirt of your fluffy pink dress and landed his hand painfully against your ass through your panties.

Over and over and over again while he made a comment about you clearly not getting enough spankings as a kid.

He’d never been more thankful for soundproofing.

When you finally went limp against his strong body except for the trembling sobs he rubbed his palm over your rosy red ass.

He continued kneading your flesh while he told you what a spoiled brat you were and that he was going to teach you a lesson you’d never forget. You were gonna know who your Daddy was by the end of the night.

He then lowered his hand to rub two fingers over your clothed pussy. You yelped and tried to get up again resulting in his hand coming down hard on your poor abused butt three times.

“You’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl or you’re going to get more spankings. Do you understand?”

When you nodded he went back to rubbing your little cunt. Your whimpers of pain soon turned to trembling moans of pleasure and you stopped resisting all together after deciding that this new sensation felt good.

When you tried asking for more Toji smacked you right over your pussy saying that bad girls take what their given and once more went back to rubbing you through your panties.

He eventually could feel you becoming very wet. He decided he wanted to feel you skin to skin and pushed your panties to the side.

You gasped when you felt him on your bare sex, spreading your wetness with his thick fingers.

He chuckled to himself when you asked him where the liquid came from and told you to hush. He figured you’d be innocent from your sheltered life but not this innocent. He gathered up some of your wetness and rubbed it over your puffy clit earning a yelp.

Toji had you writhing and whining under him in a matter of seconds. He eventually decided you were ready enough for more and slowly pushed his index finger into your tight heat. You were panting and moaning as he pushed in and out of a place you’d never thought to explore before. You squealed when he pushed in a second finger without warning, stretching you out more.

When he finally managed to comfortably slide in three fingers with almost no resistance he pulled out and tossed you to the middle of the bed. He made sure to throw you onto your back. He wanted to watch you cry while he fucked you.

You stared at the ceiling for a second to try and make the room stop spinning. You where pulled out of your dizzy trance when you heard Toji groan and looked over to see him licking his fingers clean.

Toji practically ripped off his button up shirt and climbed over you. His large muscular form dwarfed you as he stared down at you and for the first time you think you understand what it’s like to feel like prey. You watched a dark smirk spread across his beautiful face and stretch his scar before he dropped down to suck and bite at your neck.

While he was working his mouth on your throat his hands began peeling off layers of your clothes. Once he got you free of the wretched things he turned his attention to your chest. He began pinching one of your nipples while biting and harshly sucking on the other one making you lace your fingers through his short raven hair.

Once he was satisfied with punishing you there he figured it was time to get onto the main event.

Normally he’d eat out virgins before fucking them but you made him angry so he was going to enjoy watching you weep around his cock.

He sat up, pulling his head from you grasp, and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free at last.

He could see the panic start to rise in you as you saw the sheer size of him and wrapped his hand around your throat before you could try to escape again. He used his other hand to steady his erection and line it up with your quivering hole.

His first push was to no avail but you weren’t so lucky the second time as his head painful popped past your tight entrance. You sobbed as he pushed all the way in until he was balls deep.

He sat and admired the feeling of you clenching around him for a moment but not long enough for you to adjust. He started by rolling his hips into your cervix while you gripped onto his shoulders and and arms. He kept going harder and faster until he was slamming into your tight cunt while you cried and begged for him to go slower. Oh if only you knew you were just making his dick harder.

One thing’s for sure, you weren’t walking tomorrow.

Eventually the pain started to ebb back into pleasure making your eyes start to roll back. Your body started moving against Toji’s on its own. Like it knew what to do. You soon started to wrap your legs around Toji’s wide hips and rocking in rhythm with his thrust.

You felt an odd sensation building up in your core and when you said something about it Toji reached down and started playing with your clit again. Toji’s thrust were now becoming harder and more erratic as the tension inside you was building rapidly.

Toji was now slamming all of his weight into your poor cervix as if he was trying to get inside your very womb while your walls grew tighter and tighter. You suddenly felt something snap and it was like the floodgates opened.

Toji tried pulling out but your legs unexpectedly latched down on him and he couldn’t help but cum with you as you squirted on his cock.

When he was finally able to pull out he took a moment to watch his cum dribble out but couldn’t stop himself from pushing it back in. If you wanted his cum so bad you were gonna keep it.

He looked up to see your tear stained face fast asleep.

Looks like he’ll be sticking around for a while.

[clonewarslover55]

congrats on sticking with the writing for a year! I love reading your stuff and can't wait to see what you put out in the future.

If your still taking requests can I have a bad batch x reader (you can pick which catcher it is) where they aren't together but like each other and have to pretend to be parents to omega to get out of trouble?

(I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't or it doesn't appeal to you, it's alright. I'm just a sucker for Star Wars Dads like the batch and Din😆)

Thanks!

Pretending to be Omega's parents with Hunter

Hunter X GenderNeutral!Reader

Thank you so much anon!! And yes, this makes perfect sense!! I really loved this request actually!

Notes: I chose Hunter because he is the main dad of the group! Also the reader is gender neutral!

Warnings: Spoilers for the Bad Batch, reader has known them for years so this fits together better(established relationship), Reader and Hunter have some mutual pinning going on ;)

You had worked with the Bad Batch throughout most of the Clone Wars, and they considered you a trustworthy assaset. Of course you were a low life like many others in the galaxy.

You worked odd jobs to make ends meet. From Bounty Hunter to smuggler, you had done it all. The Bad Batch loved you and all that you did, especially when you helped them on jobs or with their ship.

Once the war ended you were making good money off of many jobs, well until some certain clones came knocking on your door. You couldn’t say no to your boys, so you willingly welcomed them back into your life.

Now you were on the run with them; your future career in odd jobs possibly went down the drain now that the Empire was on your ass as well. But oh was it fun working with them again. Sadly Crosshair was left behind and now a slave to the Empire instead of the Republic. You’d miss the grouchy bastard. You’d help your boys get him back soon though.

Since the last time you saw them, the Bad Batch had also gained a new member. A sweet little blonde girl named Omega. She was absolutely adorable, and Hunter had clearly adopted her in his head. He’d do anything for that kid.

It was precious. And it only made your attraction to him grow.

You had always liked Hunter a bit more than the others…..In a different way as well. You believed the feeling was mutual. Well, you hoped it was.

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*The Havoc Marauder,(The Bad Batch’s ship), Space.*

Currently you are sitting in the ship, Omega sitting in your lap. You were telling her a story about some Bounty Job you had done a few years back. It was an incredible story, and of course you were the badass in it.

You exaggerated the story a bit, and Hunter clearly noticed. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, Hunter looking at you with a knowing smirk. You winked at him before turning your full attention back to Omega.

Her eyes were wide as she listened with great interest. Every now and then she’d interrupt you with a question. She was extremely curious, but still a sweetheart.

“We’re nearly there. The market town is rather large but we could still be noticed. The Empire clearly has a hold on the city.” Tech spoke, glancing at everyone in the ship. “The only way in is with disguises.”

You sat down Omega, “We’ll finish the story later.” You whispered, winking at the young girl. She grinned widely, winking back.

Wrecker laughed from the back, setting down the Gonk droid. “Yeah! Our armor does stand out huh?!” He punched Echo’s shoulder, Echo winching and glaring at his brother. You grinned at the boys.

“Oh I have an idea for Hunter and you.” Tech looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Tech knew you and Hunter had been pinning after one another for some time, neither of you making a move. So he’d make the move for you both.

You could nearly read their minds at this point. So you knew just what he had in mind. You glared at Tech, “Bastard.” You mouthed, Tech shrugging his shoulders. Hunter raised his eyebrows, glancing at you both.

“What?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms as he stood up from his seat.

“You two go in, wearing civilian clothes of course. Take Omega…..and pretend to be her parents. No one would have any idea who you are. You’d just be a couple out with their child, shopping the day away.” Hunter glanced at you, something alight in his dark eyes.

“I love this idea!!” Omega chirped, grinning widely at you and Hunter. “We’d be a good family!!” Tech and Echo smirked at you and Hunter. Wrecker looked as oblivious as Omega, but still just as happy.

You smiled nervously at Hunter who merely nodded his head. “Fine.” You spoke as you stood up, walking into the back to change your clothes. Hunter patted Tech’s shoulder as passed him, following you.

Tech grinned at the others once you and Hunter left the room. Omega even knew what was going on. A perfect plan to get you two to hook up!

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*The surface of the planet, the ship docks of the market town*

You walked off the ship, your hand holding Omega’s much smaller one. You, Omega, and Hunter were in similar civilian clothes, looking like an average couple with their daughter.

Echo followed with Tech, Wrecker staying on the ship as backup and as a guard. You grinned at their civilian clothes. Echo looked droid like and Tech was in some ugly outfit. Poor Tech looked uncomfortable while Hunter looked extremely comfortable.

“Alright. Separate ways, we grab what we need and bounce.” Hunter spoke, his firm voice making you pay great attention to him. You stared at his lips as he explained the plan.

“Everyone got it?” You nodded even though you hadn’t really listened…..His lips and handsome face were just that distracting. Tech and Echo left first, swiftly disappearing within the crowd of people.

“Alright then. Come on.” Hunter grabbed Omega’s free hand, leading you and her into the market town crowd.

You gently squeezed Omega's hand, “Have that list memorized sweetie?” You questioned, your voice sweet and dripping with honey. Omega grinned at the nickname, nodding eagerly. “Yup!” Hunter smiled back at his “daughter” and you, a soft look in his dark eyes.

About halfway through your little shopping spree Omega paused, looking at a toy cart. You smiled and pulled away from your “husband.” You led Omega to the cart, holding her tiny hand still. Hunter sighed, following you both.

She picked up a toy clone trooper, looking back at you and Hunter with puppy dog eyes. “How can I say no to that?!” You grinned, tossing the vendor the correct amount of credits.

“You spoil her.” Hunter spoke, putting his arm around you. You shrug, “So do you.” Hunter glared at you playfully, the vendor smiling at you both. “Perhaps.” Hunter spoke, leading you away by your waist; Omega followed, one hand holding Hunter’s and the other holding her new toy.

Once you two had all the goods you stopped, out of the way of the crowd of course. “We do make a decent couple don’t we?” You whispered quietly, Hunter’s face inches from yours so he could hear you.

Hunter nodded, Omega ignoring you both as she watched the crowd pass. “We should do this more often shouldn’t we?” He spoke, teasingly brushing his nose against yours. Your face got hot, a wide smile coming onto your face.

“Yes we should.” You whispered, your eyes flicking to his lips. Hunter smirked, finally connecting his lips with yours.

The wonderful kiss was interrupted by Omega screaming, “Ew!!! Tech! Echo! They’re kissing!!!!” You busted out laughing as she screamed over the comms. Hunter clearly died a little bit, hiding his face in your neck.

You laughed harder when you heard the laughing replies. “We’ll never live this down will we?” Hunter questioned. You shrugged, “I hope not.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his once again.

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