#it looks like a cheap couple halloween costume a little bit

[retroellie]

Little black dress

Summary: After wearing a little black dress that gave nothing to the imagination, Daryl decides to drag you to the bathroom and remind you who you belong too.

A/N: It's been awhile y'all! Omfg, I have been so busy writing a book that started out as a passion project but now I'm like really into it lol. But this is filth, and honestly took me 6 days to write no mf joke. It didn't really read through it so it might be messy lol, anyways miss y'all!! enjoyyy <3 (also it is so fucking long, omfg...I'm used to writing long chapters in my book HKAHKSHFJA)

Warnings: Sexual harassment, public sex, face fucking, unprotected sex, BDSM, mentions of SA (kinda?), just men being gross tbh, dirty talk

Word count: 13.7K

It had been years since you actually had to worry about what you were wearing, even longer since you had to dress presentable. But here you were, caressing every inch of your body trying to decide if your short black dress was "presentable" or plain slutty. You were teetering towards plain slutty, the way it hugged your curves slightly... showed a bit too much of your scared-up legs, you're breast perking to attention as if they were made just for it.

You examined your body, wondering what everyone would say if you showed up to something so classy wearing this. The dress code was nothing special, "Halloween costumes and formal!" the flyer said. You had nothing that would be considered either of those, maybe you're old bloodied shirts from before the commonwealth... you could dress like a walker. However, you had to look approachable... as if you were a reporter of some sorts.

You sigh softly, brushing your hair from your face as you exited the bathroom. You don't even know why you cared so much, it's not like you actually wanted to go to this stupid ball. You were only going because you were helping Connie out with her story. You promised her that you would talk to some people there, and write down their opinions of the commonwealth. You told her you would look presentable and approachable, something you didn't look very often.

"Plain slutty" wasn't a bad thing, before the fall you would dress that way on a night out anyway... But you weren't who you were back then. You didn't want all the male or female attention, especially in a new town like this. They would whisper, they would gossip... no matter how pretty you looked in your cheap dress, you knew they would be merciless.

You walked to yours and Daryl's shared room, grabbing your bag you've had since the fall... it didn't match the outfit at all but you needed something to remind you who you actually were. You placed the bag on your shoulder, turning around only for your attention to be drawn to something shiny on your bed. Your husband's knife...

"At least Daryl will be there." You thought to yourself, biting your lip softly as you stared down at the knife. This new life has been a fairytale almost, almost like the entire apocalypse thing never actually happened... like you and Daryl were just a normal married couple with normal problems. It was so weird worrying about small things again, like what you were going to wear for this stupid masquerade ball.

You two had been "married" since you became a part of the commonwealth. It was strange, especially since everyone called you "Mrs. Dixon". You had been with Daryl for around 7 years, but you weren't married. However, when coming to the commonwealth there was an option for you two to be married "legally". You couldn't help but laugh when they brought it up, there was no government, and there was no "marriage" anymore. They were dead serious though, looking as if you were crazy when you laughed in their face. But you signed the papers basically stating yours and Daryl's "marriage"... so now you guys just are.

Daryl was a security guard at the ball, leaving much earlier than you to go do his job, so he had yet to see the way the dress showed off what was his. Suddenly your mind went another way, remembering the last time you wore a low-cut shirt or too short shorts... It was a decision that had you wobbling for 3 days, kiss bitten down to your calves and completely fucked. You blushed at the thought of it, hoping you could get through the night without Daryl scolding you for the too-short dress. Maybe you wanted that... maybe you wanted to tease him.

Daryl was completely comfortable in the relationship, he had no real problem with you showing your body off sometimes. But if anyone knew how a man could think, it would be Daryl. He knew the disgusting thoughts that would go through a man's mind when they saw a woman's upper leg... He knew just how they could spin that to make it sexually gratifying. It made him sick to his stomach knowing what men think when they see you... he fucks his anger out, hard and fast just like how those men think they can do to you... only he's the one doing it.

You shook the thought away from your head, making your way down the hallway of your dingy apartment. You realized how sad and depressing your apartment was, you made a mental note to get some art or posters to hang up... you needed to make this apartment into a home, or at least something ya'll feel safe coming home to. You passed by Judith and Rj's room, peeking in to make sure everything was in check... "in check" meant there was no one or thing hidden within it. The fall had done that to you, made you cautious, and made you the type of person to make sure each room was clear before leaving. Even though you personally went through every inch of the house trying to find RJ's hat just this morning... you just had to make sure there were no changes.

You finally were able to leave the apartment after making sure the door was locked 4 times. It was a short walk to the ball, about a 7-minute walk, but with heels on it was 15 minutes. You were never much of a heel walker before the fall, you envied women who could... but you never got that walk down. You would have killed to look so classy in heels, but you never got that kind of feminine gene. So you took it slow, walking with caution as you brought down your foot for each step. You looked stupid, maybe even drunk to some of the passersby.

You finally made it though, only 10 minutes late... but you found Connie and Kelly waiting for you at the entrance. You gave them a small smile, wobbling over to them. You were super close with Kelly and Connie, ever since they stepped foot in Alexandria... you guys were insufferable. So it didn't come as a surprise for Connie to come to you first when she needed help gathering "stories", which really meant gathering dirt about Pamela. You were more than happy to do it, it was something to get you out of the house and even landed you getting an invite to the most talked-about party of the year.

As you wobbled to the 2 women, it seemed as if you took them off guard for a second, completely unrecognizable as they didn't know who you were. It wasn't until you got closer that they saw who you were.

"Y/n?" Kelly asked, almost in disbelief that you could get all dolled up like that. "Jesus I could hardly recognize you with all that... boob."

You looked down at your figure, seeing just how different it was from your usual attire. It was strange being this... naked. You started to feel a bit uncomfortable, almost nauseous as you looked down at your heels. You weren't used to attention, you were but you weren't. You are not the ugliest person out there and you know that, people seemed to think quite the opposite which you didn't really agree with. You would catch people looking at your ass while walking past them or catching a feel of your breast while hiding from hoards.

You were no stranger to that attention, hell that's even how you and Daryl became what you were. Daryl couldn't keep his eyes off your hips and your lumps... that's the only attention you wanted though. The rest of them, it didn't matter to you. You could live without it, you were over wanting that attention just to validate yourself... that was in the past for you.

"what? Is it too much?" You asked, pulling your dress up just for it to almost flash your ass to the world, causing you to pull it back down just for your boobs to pop out again. There was no winning in the dress.

You searched both of the women's faces, hoping they would say all they needed to say. Kelly's eyes were focused on your face, probably noticing the cat-eye look you were trying to do... which used to be your specialty, but now you're out of practice. She was probably not used to seeing your lips so red as well, which that part is what you were most proud of simply because you made the mix yourself. You wondered what she was thinking, maybe you should run home and put on some normal clothes. Maybe this was a bad idea and you should have just stayed home. Connie brought a hand to your arm, bringing you back to reality.

"No! You look beautiful." She signed, making you feel a bit better. "Thank you for helping Y/n."

All of your worries slowly melted away just by this gesture, making you relax a bit. As said before, Connie was one of your best friends, you even learned sign language from her. Ever since you met her, she was always so gentle with you. No one really understood your insecurities or your panic attacks or the reason why you were so damn quiet all the time... but Connie did. She read you like a book, you hated it... but it was nice to know that someone could. Especially someone like Connie who would speak up for you if you needed her to. She knew you could never stand up for yourself.

You just gave her a small smile, nodding your head basically telling her that you were okay and you could do this. It was just for a night and you've taken out hordes, you've bashed a man's head in with his own leg bone before... you can take a night in a skimpy dress, you can take the attention it will give you. Plus Daryl was there, he would kill a man for touching you if he needed to and he has before. So you felt more than comfortable walking into that door and forcing stories out of men to get dirt on their leader.

"Yeah, well I'm your girl when you need to get information out of a man." You said, trying to lighten up the mood even if you were the one who needed some lightening up. "All you need is a small waist and huge knockers, Take notes ladies."

Connie and Kelly both let out laughs, boosting your confidence a bit. You smiled softly at their laughs, looking at the doors and seeing how crowded they were getting. Women in big dresses and men with fancy little tuxedos made their way into the double doors, Some were even wearing their own handmade Halloween costumes. They all were trying to get into the door, only to be met with the security who had to pat them down for weapons and whatnot. You once again felt a wave of relief, knowing you weren't the only ridiculous-looking one there. You suddenly were so thankful for it being Halloween. You sighed softly, putting your smile back on as you looked back at Kelly and Connie.

"We should probably get in before the line gets too long." You spoke, signing as you did so.

You all made your way to the double doors, Connie's hand on your arm as a way to make sure that you knew she was there with you. You appreciated it, this was a big crowd of actual people and you weren't used to that... especially with live people. You knew this night was going to suck, you were probably going to be a nervous wreck by the end of it. But at least there will be alcohol.

“But seriously, Y/N…” Kelly’s voice cut through your distraction, drawing you away from the parade of ridiculous-looking rich people. Her eyes were fixed on you, a playful suspicion lacing her tone. “You don’t strike me as the type to pull off this kind of glam… were you some kind of model or something?"

You just let out a soft laugh, walking up the stairs to the soft light illuminating the doors. You couldn't help but let your mind linger on your past. It wasn't something you were proud of that's for sure, you were a mess. You were freshly out of high school, going to college away from home so it was pretty much guaranteed that you would be doing something you would grow to regret. You would do it all... men, women, drugs, alcohol, partying until the crack ass of dawn.

It was a time in your life that was so confusing and being around people who were half your age, you weren't sure what was right and what was wrong. That phase lasted until you found Daryl, suddenly something inside you switched. He was nothing but soft and gentle with you, at least as soft and gentle as he could be. You meant something to him and that's when you realized that you weren't some drunk college girl that men and women could tear down for their own pleasure. You were someone, and that was enough.

There had been countless nights where Daryl had to carve that fact onto your skin, kiss your soft lips until you could say nothing but who you were, fuck it into you. You had lots to work on, Daryl did too... that's what made you two such a power couple. You worked on your shit together, made sure the other knew where they stood in life... who they were and who they weren't even though multiple untrue things have been drilled into your heads. You let the thought wander through your head before coming back to the moment.

"I am full of surprises." You joke back. You knew you could tell her what you really were back then, you're confused and you're hurt... but you left it at that.

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The night went too slow for your liking, not even halfway through the night you were at your limit with men and you were ready to go home. As you sat at the bar, sipping on some fruity drink one of many men had bought for you, you pulled out your notepad from your dirty bag. It was almost empty, only 3 stories collected simply because the men were too focused on the way your dress laid against your breast. You swore you talked to almost 20 men tonight and only 3 of them actually had the decency to keep their eyes to themselves and answer your questions.

Most of the men didn't want to hear you talk, they just wanted to undress you with their eyes. You gagged at the thought every single time, even more disgusted by how some of them thought it was their right to put their hands on you. You could still feel a hand on the small of your back or placed softly on your hip. This dress started to feel like not a good idea and you should have caved into your desire to change into something different. You will say, that at least a lot of the men bought you drinks... you could have only gotten through this night with "Sex on the Beach" and "Strawberry Daiquiri". You would much rather have whiskey if you were being honest, you had been hanging out with Daryl too much.

You started to read through the notes you wrote down, jotting down some keywords in their stories so Connie could rearrange them for her story against Pamela. You were almost halfway through the second story and your 3rd Strawberry Daiquiri when you felt a hand on the small of your back once more.

"My, my... ya here all by yourself sweetheart?" You heard a deep voice say, you could almost feel their breath on your neck.

You jumped at the sudden touching, yelping as you turned around in the spinny bar chair. You were ready to swing on the perpetrator, you were too frustrated and grossed out to have another man try to get into your pants tonight. You lifted your hand up, ready to slap the shit out of the man... only for your hand to fall back down as soon as it went up.

It was Daryl. His shit-eating grin spread on his face as he chuckled softly at your sudden burst of violence. Little does he know, he's not the only guy tonight to say those same words and touch the same spot just above your ass. You would probably tell him later, but for now, you kept it to yourself... you knew he'd be furious, probably dragging you to the bathroom and fucking you till you couldn't walk properly anymore. The more you think about it, the more you want that to happen.

You sighed softly, closing your eyes softly and leaning against the bar. You were so glad to see him though, you hadn't seen him all night. You tried looking but you were far too busy trying not to get groped by old men or beat up by their wives. You knew this night would have been 100% better if you found Daryl earlier, he would have really made the night somewhat fun or maybe at least been your bodyguard.

"Not alone... My deadbeat husband is somewhere around here." You joke, turning back around to face your notes.

You could hear Daryl chuckle behind you, he set himself between you and the empty chair next to him. He looked down at your notes and your 3 empty cups, he knew these were not your first and definitely not your last drinks of the night... then his eyes trailed down to your dress. You had told him you would be here and what you were doing here, but he didn't know just how you were going to show up. The dress was going to get you in trouble, especially with the way that it caused Daryl's pants to tighten.

His eyes drifted down your body, the sight of your almost bare breast made him almost choke on his own tongue. Daryl watched as you brought the last bit of drink from one of your cups, watching you slurp it down. He let out a soft cough, clearing his throat as if it would clear the thoughts of what those lips could do.

"Deadbeat, huh?" he started, watching you bring the cup back down to the bar counter. You licked your lips, getting every ounce of the alcohol from it. "Well then, your deadbeat husband should be ashamed of letting you go out in something like that."

He brought his hand up to touch the fabric of it softly, placing his hand on your hip and giving it a soft squeeze. You tried to stay up straight, even if the alcohol was creating a glorious feeling between your legs that made you feel like you could melt into his touch. Even the smallest of gestures from Daryl could have you at his feet, just the tiniest softest touch could create a fire deep within you. You were feeling bold tonight though, maybe it was just the 7 drinks you had but something within you burned with the need to be devoured.

You bit your lip softly, feeling the loose skin that resided there. You looked up to him, eyes full of lust. Daryl couldn't help but feel the same kind of fire erupts in the pits of his stomach. Your glazed-over eyes, the smell of the pure alcohol that he knew was affecting your ability to think, the way the black dress was still on you even though he wanted it off. You leaned in close to him, his hand still wrapped around your hip softly.

"if only he was here to put me in my place." You spoke, words flowing off your tongue like honey.

Daryl let out a soft breath, his clothes suddenly feeling so constricting against his skin. He never knew all he needed to do was get a couple of fruity drinks in your system for you to be so... feral. It made all the blood in his body rush straight to his cock, making the head of it rub up against his jeans so uncomfortably. You were everything but a perfect angel... you knew how to talk dirty, you knew how to get Daryl's cock up and ready to pound into the first hole he could get to. But something about the way your tits looked in your dress and every single man wanting to tear you apart with their bare teeth... and yet you only wanted Daryl to fuck you in the ways only these men can dream.

Daryl looked around, being sure of his surroundings before making any stupid decision he knew he would make with you. No one was paying any attention to him... some of the men you talked to earlier were still trying to catch a peak, hoping that maybe your thighs would spread wide enough so they could see just in between them. So they could store it in their minds and use it for spank material when they need a little push. That made Daryl's breath get heavy, hands shaking slightly on your hip as you leaned closer into him... he could smell a hint of your perfume and it was giving him a slight high.

Daryl looked back down at you, seeing your soft stare... watching your eyes move down his body and then back up to his eyes. Daryl placed a hand on your cheek, rubbing it softly as he debated on dragging you somewhere more private. His lips ached, his cock already leaking with need... if anything could make daryl dixon be reckless, it was you. He almost gave into you, almost engulfed your lips with his, and made you whimper... made you his in front of everyone. However, something caught his eye... his abandoned post.

He was supposed to be guarding the door, making sure no one else came in, and making sure everyone was on their best behavior. Rosita was there, on one side of the door as she too watched the dance floor. He had a job to do, a very important one that would have you both moving up in life if he did it right. He shouldn't even have left in the first place, but something about the way your thighs looked from afar... he found himself stalking towards you just to get a better look at them. He let out a soft smile, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before he retracted away from you.

"Ya look beautiful sweetheart..." He said simply, giving your body one last glance before stepping away from you completely. He could feel your energy fall slightly as you groaned at the loss of warmth... your dress did nothing to cover you up, so his warmth was appreciated. "I gotta go do my job, I just wanted to see you before I got too busy."

You wanted to pout, you wanted to kick your feet and scream like a child... that's how drunk you were, you would beg for him if he wanted you to. You didn't find that fair that Daryl could get you going, put his hands on you, and warm you up just to pull away like it was nothing. You were too drunk, too cock starved, too horny to let him leave you like this. Your legs were wobbling already, you're cunt throbbed and every time you would move your legs it would create irritating friction that you wish were from his fingers. You sighed softly, not done with this just yet...

"Well that's too bad..." You said, hopping down from the bar stool. Your dress came up a little too high, showing just below your ass. You pulled it down, which once again caused your breasts to pop out... but this time you wanted them too. You watched as his eyes focused on them. "I'm wearing my best panties... I was really hoping someone could help me put them to use."

You sighed dramatically, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. Daryl gulped back a comeback because there was nothing good that was going to come out of his mouth. He was torn between two nasty names.... some of the most degrading names he could think of. All he wanted to do was slam you against the bar counter, tell you how fucking slutty and how much of a fucking whore you were... 2 things he knew you loved, he knew it made you weak in your knees just thinking about it. But he had to keep it cool, y'all were in public and he would like to keep those names between the two of you.

You stepped up to him, looking down at his obvious erection... you smirked to yourself knowing just by your words you did that. You looked back up to his eyes, reaching up to adjust the buttons on his shirt and patting his shirt down. You could tell just by his eyes what he was planning on doing to you, you could tell you were in trouble. You leaned up to his ear, standing on your tiptoes just to make sure he was the only one to hear.

"I will be in the men's bathroom if you need me..." You whispered, pecking his cheek with your lips just as he did to you. You swear you could see his eyes twitch, his anger rising within him as you teased him softly. You gave him a soft smile. "I hope to see you soon, Mr. Dixon."

You said, teasing him even further and not giving him any time to even react to your words before you walked away. You could feel some eyes on you as you walked away, except they weren't Daryls... they were the countless men that weren't Daryl, their eyes boring into your skin but you paid no attention... they weren't your target audience right now.

You were able to slip into the men's bathroom without anyone noticing, which was tricky since every man and women's eyes were on you the entirety of the night. You knew you would get some attention but the amount you got was overwhelming... you forget sometimes that a lot of these people have been in the commonwealth since the fall, most never experiencing the horrors just outside of their walls. So when a woman who is covered in scars speaks so confidently to them, it is intriguing. Not to mention the way your body curves, how it dips and stands out so perfectly. Not a lot of women in the commonwealth have that kind of "fighting for your life" kind of body type.

You open the door to the men's bathroom, slipping in before anyone notices you even did. You choose the men's bathroom simply because you knew it would be easier for Daryl to slip into and away from his post for a bit, allowing him some time to fuck the shit out of you. Luckily the bathroom was empty but you didn't spend too much time making sure since you knew someone could walk in at any minute, so you entered one of the stalls and locked it.

The bathroom was one of those nice ones you see in fancy restaurants, the stalls were almost like little rooms that only held a toilet and a trash can. The walls surrounding the toilet were painted a cream color and went all the way to the ceiling down to the floor. These were the types of bathrooms that were perfect for fucking if you're being honest, I mean the privacy... it was almost as if they were made for horny couples who need to let some steam off.

You sat on the toilet, imagining all the possibilities and positions you could find yourself in the small confinement of the 3 walls and door. Your eyes locked themselves on the door which was the only "stall-like" thing in the small area. There was a large gap between the door and the floor, making it so you were able to see the shoes of people who walked by. Luckily you could see none, but the anticipation of seeing those black boots with the mix-match shoe laces... Jesus, you hoped he would come, you didn't even give him time to answer.

In this moment, the anticipation and the hope you don't get caught brought you back to when you and Daryl started seeing each other. while on runs or even around the small time you and the group were on the road... Daryl would get sexually frustrated from watching you, his cock rock hard and eventually he couldn't take it anymore. He would grab your shoulder, bringing his mouth as close to your ear as he could... growling into it that he needed you, ordering you to go to a secluded area and "wait like a good girl" for him. You were so needy for him that you did exactly that, sometimes waiting an hour before he showed up and fucked you into the dirty ground.

That was around the time when your relationship was kept hidden, Daryl's choice. He told you it was because of the 15-year age gap between the two of you, he was worried about the things that would be said about the two of you. It was strange for a 37-year-old man to be romantically involved with a 22-year-old. But deep down you didn't believe his words, you subconsciously knew it was because he didn't want to get close to you. He had this thing with trust, so it came natural for him not to want to trust you at first... he was okay with just fucking you and leaving you limp on the forest floor. However, somehow along the way... he fell so deeply and utterly in love with you, that now he feels ashamed if he has to hide you.

Suddenly, you were pulled from your thoughts when the bathroom door opened. A slight tingle made its way through your body and it wasn't the good kind. You placed your feet on the toilet along with your body, hoping the person didn't see your high heels, and called security to come to escort the woman in the men's bathroom out of the ball... that would be embarrassing. You heard the person's heavy footsteps, not able to see their shoes because of the walls of the small bathroom covering your view. You held your breath, trying to keep yourself quiet as the person made their way to the stalls.

You listened closely to the steps, hearing them walk closer and closer to your stall. Questions filled your mind, did someone see me come in here? Is it one of the men who now thinks this is his chance? Am I completely fucked and was this a bad idea? Fortunately, it didn't take too long for your questions to be answered because when the two heavy-duty work boots with the mix-match shoe laces appeared between the gap of the floor... your body relaxed slightly.

You chuckled softly at your worry, realizing how fucked the fall actually left you. You were expecting Daryl yet your mind went to the worst that could happen... Jesus, hopefully, the commonwealth will ease your paranoia.

Knock

knock

knock

Those three knocks were too familiar to you. It was the knock you and Daryl used when hunting or when you holed up in a random cabin for the night... it was just a way for you two to say "Hey it's me. You're safe.". You smiled softly, standing from the toilet and wasting no time in opening the stall door. The stall door opened to reveal your angry-looking husband, he did not look too happy about the fact he had to fuck some sense into you while he had to do actually important things, like make a living for you two. You couldn't help but laugh softly at his face, how angry he looked... you were feeling the buzz of the alcohol throughout your body and it was hitting hard. You leaned yourself against the door frame, making sure your hips stood out as you did so.

"Mr. Dixon!" You exclaimed, almost as if you weren't waiting like a little dog would for its owner... You placed a hand on your hip, head laying against the door frame. "I didn't expect to see..."

You couldn't even get your words out before Daryl pushed you into the stall, shutting and locking the door behind him. He pushed you against the stall door, attacking your neck roughly. The warmth spread across your body, your body going limp for only a second before you threw your head back onto the stall door you were pushed against.

"Shut up..." He whispered into your neck, biting and sucking at your soft spots. He wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you in place as he worked his mouth on your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying your best to stay up straight as he basically touched you in all the ways you craved. It was fast, very fast as he basically speed ran trying to make you as wet as he possibly could get you. You knew this was going to happen, you basically begged for it to happen... but that doesn't make you any less surprised by his sudden touch. He licked a strip up your neck, biting your ear lobe softly before going back to leaving down your neck... you knew this was his way of marking you up, making sure the mark would show so pretty on your neck in your black dress, scaring away the men's attention.

His kisses led down to your chest, leaving bite marks here and there as he did so. You could come undone from his abuse on your neck, your body arching into him as you tried so desperately to quiet your soft moans. Daryl pushed you further into the stall door before pulling your dress down, exposing your breast to him as he softly kissed down your body. He stopped his kisses, taking a moment to take in your squirming figure and how red you had gotten from just kissing. He leaned down, taking your breast in both of his hands, and squeezed them together before sucking on your already hardened nipples. It all happened so fast, making you not only drunk but also now high off sudden pleasure. Your hands went to his hair, pulling it softly as his soft sucking on your breast sent small zaps of pleasure straight to your clit.

He went back and forth between the right and the left, squeezing one while he sucked and licked the other. Your world was spinning, not sure if it was the 7 strawberry daiquiri or if it was the way his mouth felt on your tits. You could feel yourself getting so close to the edge, embarrassingly close... he barely even touched you and you were almost coming undone in your panties. You gave his hair a particular rough pull, trying to remove his mouth from your nipple... you were too close to the edge, not wanting to cum now... You didn't want to give Daryl an even bigger head than he already has when it came to making you feel good.

"Jesus... Daryl, I'm too drunk for the foreplay, just fuck me." You whispered out, your words shakey as you shivered from the cold air brushing against your now slobbered-up tits.

Daryl detached himself from you, your hands still in his hair as he did so. He tried to hide the smile from you but trust and believe the way you were begging made his own high come to him. He couldn't tell which one of you was drunk, and he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol this entire night. You leaned against the stall door, the lock from the door digging into your back. You squirm underneath his gaze, feeling his hands make their way back to your waist. Your tits are still standing to attention, red and puffy from his kisses.

You breathed heavily, looking into his lust-filled eyes as he brought his face closer to yours. You could feel his breath fan across your face, the smell of your shared toothpaste bringing memories of the nights you would have together in your small apartment... All the nights spent bent over the sink as he rammed his cock into you, praying Judith and rj were asleep, or even the days where you two just had to be with each other. So you filled the bath, lit some candles, and spent hours making out with each other... no fucking, no dry humping, no cumming onto each other. Just you two, taking in each other's presence and exchanging saliva.

"You beggin' me?" He whispered, lips hovering over yours as he spoke. You debated on reaching up, touching his lips with yours... speeding this entire thing up. But you couldn't deny you loved a long drawn-out fucking session in a fancy bathroom.

"No..." You teased, smiling up at him as you brought your face even closer. Your eyes make their rounds from his lip back to his eyes. "Simply asking for a favor."

You had a way of getting underneath Daryl's skin in the most delicious ways, with your innocent-looking eyes and your silky smooth voice. He knew better though, he knew you were far from innocent. Not only have you done things, murderous things that to this day you will never be able to repent from... but also sexual things that have the angels crying. You have allowed Daryl to fuck you on the dirty floor of an abandoned cabin while your people were only mere inches away from you. You have fucked him while covered in blood, even going as far as to cover yourself with more blood because it turned you on so much. You have asked to be held at gunpoint while you sucked his cock, asked to ride the handle of his knife, asked to be slapped in the face until your nose bleeds.

You liked pain, you loved every ounce of it and it was heartwarming that you trusted Daryl enough to be so open with these things... but it was disgusting how you did these disgusting things with such innocent eyes. However, Daryl was a sucker, because he did everything you asked him to with a smile on his face. He never knew he held such a disgusting pervert deep down inside of him until he came the hardest he ever had while fucking you by a trapped walker. Although, with age and the further you got into the relationship, you both settled down a bit. You two were so fucked for each other, you were basically cumming at the sounds or each other's names.

"Real cute... Just asking for a favor huh?" Daryl mocked, his hand running down to the top of your cunt... stopping so he could watch your squirm. He had other plans than to give you what you wanted, you guys were already fucking in a public restroom while hundreds of people were outside.. might as well go the full mile right? "Well then, you're gonna have to ask a lot better than that sweetheart. Knees."

He didn't have to say anything more than that before you were dropping to your knees. Daryl could cum from just knowing you would do anything for him in a heartbeat, especially sucking his cock when he wanted you to. You were never the type to turn down sucking his cock, you loved watching him come undone on your tongue... you even thought he looked so much more pretty at the angle.

You stared up at him with big eyes, your lips red from you biting them and your tits hanging from your dress. Daryl hummed in contentment, reaching down to wrap a hand through your hair as you looked up at him innocently. He ran a soft hand through at first, making sure you knew you were safe with him... making sure you were okay with what was happening. You nodded softly, a way for you to say "I am okay with this". He shot you a soft smile, running a hand once more through your hair to get it out of your face.

It started off so soft, it always started off so soft because you brought out this softness in Daryl... a softness he had never known he had until he met you. But it always ended up rough, because that is how Daryl loves and that is how you love it. Daryl suddenly gripped your hair, a tight grip that had you gasping and wincing. You groaned softly, chuckling softly at his sudden outburst... you knew you were about to get destroyed and in such a pretty dress.

"Want you to suck my cock..." he said, keeping hold of your hair but reaching down to the top of his pants. He unbuttoned them, almost ripping his belt off as he did so. "Gonna cum all over your pretty little face, then maybe I'll fuck that hole of yours."

You watched up at his hands as he unzipped them, pulling them down slightly so only his cock could come out. The sight of it almost had your mouth watering, not able to think coherent thoughts as you watched it twitch slightly. It was rock hard, the tip already covered in precum and flush red as it desperately craved friction. You knew your teasing left him desperate, and needy for your touch… but it’s as if you hadn’t touched him for days which was not true. You could not keep your hands to yourself around Daryl, so fucking was an everyday thing.

Daryl watched your eyes go wide at the sight of it, his grip on your hair tightened which pulled your attention away from his cock and back to his eyes. He couldn’t help but pump himself a few times, more precum dripping from the tip as he did so. You smirked at him which told him you weren’t done with your teasing.

“Is that any way to speak to your wife?” You asked, your words making his cock twitch even more. "Bet none of those men out there would ever talk to me like that..."

As said before, you had this way of getting under Daryl’s skin… and a little part of you enjoyed the way it affected him. It caused this fire within him that you were able to see from the outside, it was a small change in his demeanor, a small twitch of his eye that was probably only noticed by you. It was that small change that had you slightly terrified but completely and utterly exhilarated. That is the main purpose you teased him the way you do, just to see that small fire build up inside of him until he couldn't take it anymore and he just snapped. You were able to get him into so many dirty positions with that fire, so many nasty things just because of your teasing words.

Daryl's hands shook slightly, a slight hint of jealousy coursing through his blood. He gripped your hair harder, pulling some of it out, as he tried to stop his hand from shaking so much. He pulled you closer to his cock, causing a soft yelp to escape from you. His cock was now laying on your cheek, twitching softly.

"Well, those men don't know you like I do..." He said, pumping his cock one last time before setting his hand on the base of it. "They don't know my wife is a horny sex fiend who can't shut her fucking mouth... open."

You didn't have to be told twice, your mouth opening, and Daryl didn't give you any notice or any warning before he shoved his cock almost completely into your mouth. You held back a gag, feeling the head of his cock in the back of your throat already. Daryl kept your head in place, watching you fight with the urge to gag and recoil back from his cock. He can not deny how much pleasure it gave him to see you in pain, obviously the good kind of pain. The consensual pain that you allowed him to give you and enjoyed every single bit of it.

Daryl stayed still for mere seconds, allowing you to get used to the feeling of a cock in your mouth. You eventually allowed your throat to relax, looking up at him with your watery eyes as you went further down his cock. You wrapped your lips around him, staring him right in the eye as you took his entire cock in your mouth... until your nose was buried into his happy trail. Daryl almost collapsed, seeing the bulge in your throat... he could cum down your throat at this moment.

"good girl... good fucking girl." He said, trying his best to keep you like that for a couple more seconds so he could burn this image in his brain for later use.

He knew that you would be giving him that shit-eating grin that you usually give him when you get a big ego... but you couldn't since his cock was down your throat and you were loving every second of it. Once Daryl stored every single detail of how angelic you looked right now, he pulled your head back with your hair. As he pulled back your head, his slobbered-up cock was revealed... this would be another thing he would store in his mind for later.

Daryl didn't keep your head off his cock for long before he slammed your head back down on his cock, once again forcing his cock down your throat and causing you to want to gag again. You couldn't get used to it this time, you weren't able to stop yourself from gagging before Daryl pulled your head off his cock once more but like he did the last 2 times... he forced your head down on his cock once again. You couldn't help but feel your cunt flutter away as your throat was burning slightly. It was a delicious kind of burn, the taste of his cock making its way down your throat.

before you could even almost gag for a 3rd time, Daryl pulled your head away and then slammed it back down. Now his movements were quick, his cock massaging your throat as you just kept your mouth open and your lips wrapped around his cock. You dug your knees into the bathroom floor, your hand holding onto his thighs as you allowed him to use you like a literal sex toy. You felt so degraded, so disgusting... but you wanted more, you needed more. The feeling of someone walking in excited you even more, knowing that any of those men from earlier can walk in just to relieve themselves and be met with the sounds of gagging... gagging from the woman that they wished would do the same from them.

The thought of that alone, the look on their face as they realized what the gags actually were. The cold sweat that runs through their bodies, the red tint that spreads across their cheeks, the inevitable boner that pops up simply because they imagined how you looked while doing such a disgusting thing. You didn't mind someone walking in and that alone left a sense of shame within your stomach, you begged for it really. You knew it could lead to Daryl losing his job, knowing how they would look down on him because he left the partygoers he was supposed to be protecting so he could get a blowjob from his wife in the bathroom. But you would risk it all. The sudden burst of shame and excitement and complete lust caused you to bob your head along with Daryl's hands. Setting your hands on his ass so you could force him into your throat yourself.

"God... fuck, such a fucking whore huh?" Daryl moaned, keeping his hand entwined with your hair. He looked down at you, watching you work his cock in and out of your throat like it was nothing... your slobber dripping from every crevice of your mouth and onto your already spit-covered tits. "Ya like my cock in your mouth, the only thing you're good for huh?"

The degradation of it only made you speed up your movement, the sounds of your choking and gagging filling the air completely. You kept your eyes on Daryl, watching as he finally pulled his attention away from you and lost himself to the feeling. He threw his head back, eyes fluttering closed as he tried to steady his breathing. You looked up at him like he was some kind of god and in this moment... he was to you. You would have licked the floor he walked on if he asked you, in this moment and in any. Daryl was the closest thing to god you have ever believed in, because how can someone so fucking perfect be real? He must have been made from everything good in the world, like candy or fresh laundry.

You got too ahead of yourself, feeling Daryl pull your head back roughly as your rhythm becomes too sporadic, too messy. Daryl pulled your head completely off his cock, a string of salvia was now the only thing connecting you and him now. Your throat burned, it ached as you coughed softly... trying to catch your breath as you waited for what he was going to do next. When Daryl was in these moods when the fire sparked within him, he was unpredictable and that made your liquids leak from your cunt.

Daryl had a plan to destroy you completely and he was going to go through with it. You weren't going to be able to talk to another man without thinking of what Daryl would do if he saw you... you won't be able to speak for the next few days to come, or walk, or get out of bed. He was going to completely fuck you. Daryl took the base of his cock once again, placing his cock back on your cheek... watching it cover your face in your own saliva. You chuckled softly, closing your eyes as his cock drenched your face with spit. That soft chuckle made Daryl's blood heat up again, he didn't want you to laugh... he wanted you to beg for his mercy, cry so hard that you could barely speak, he wanted you to be a ruined puddle on the floor.

"Sit on your butt, head against the wall." He demanded, pulling your hair back and giving your face a harsh slap as a way to tell you that you would regret it if you didn't.

You did what you were told, sitting flat down on the floor and laying your head back on the stall wall. Daryl moved closer to the wall, so one of his hands was resting on the stall. There was only a small gap between the wall and Daryl, you between the both of them. Daryl's cock slid across your face once again, his hand pumping it softly as he made it so you were between his legs.

"Tap on my thigh if you need me to stop." He said softly, running a hand through your hair comfortingly. He was planning to destroy you, but if you genuinely needed him to stop he would in a heartbeat. "Okay?"

You nodded, repeating back a little "okay" before giving him a soft smile. You adjusted yourself so you were closer to his cock, sitting so you were face to-face with it. You were so ready... your mouth begged for it.

"Alright, sweetheart." He reached down, pulling your mouth closer to his cock as he bent his knees slightly. "All you gotta do is keep your pretty little mouth open for me alright?"

You nodded, opening your mouth once more. Daryl smiles, watching you so eagerly waiting for him. He let you catch your breath for a few more seconds, not wanting to completely overwhelm you all at once. But before you knew it, Daryl's cock was back in your mouth... his thrusts started slow. He allowed you to get adjusted to his cock once more, choking slightly as it hit the very back of your throat.

He didn’t wait too long though, after a few soft thrusts he didn’t go so nice on you. His thrusts became rough and fast, his cock slipping in and out of your throat, making your head almost bang into the stall every single time. As his cock assaulted your throat, hand wrapped in your hair as he used it as a way to keep your head back so he could fuck your throat until it ached, he imagined the way the men looked at you.

He saw you from afar all night long, watching you closely as you collected your stories. You pulled your dress down throughout the night, your tits looked heavenly under the softly yellow light. Then you would pull your dress up, revealing skin inches away from your lace black underwear. It was almost as if you were playing with him, making him a hot mess at his post. Then there were the men, all looking everywhere but your eyes... trailing down to the necklace he had found for you, but not staying there very long before looking directly at your tits. They had no shame, they slowly undressed you with their eyes and you knew it.

His thrust became even faster, your nails digging into his thighs and your eyes watered... Your choking and gagging only egged him on more as he violently banged your head into the wall. You loved every second of his abuse, throat throbbing and raw but so was your cunt. You were clenching around nothing, rubbing your thighs together to get some kind of friction. You would even go as far as to say... you were just as close as Daryl. You could cum from the sight of him alone, that's all you needed for your cunt to feel satisfied.

You could sense his orgasm nearing, his moans started to intertwine with your gagging and choking. He had to keep his hand on the wall to balance himself as his legs started to shake violently, thrust getting messy as you started to lick the vein of his cock so softly with what control you had, his hand gripping your hair roughly. If his cock wasn't in your mouth right now, fucking your throat till it bled... you would be begging him to cum down your throat, wanting to taste his salty seed as he came undone from fucking your face.

"So fucking close baby... so close." He groaned softly, trying to keep his voice below a whisper but the feeling of your velvet throat made him lose control of his own voice. "gonna fucking cum."

You hollow your cheeks, closing your lips around his cock and running your tongue down his shaft. You could feel his cock twitch on your tongue, basically begging to cum. Daryl continued his fast, rough thrust... the knot in his stomach was thrust away from bursting and you did everything in your power to send him over the edge, you craved to see the way his face contorted into pleasure as he came... how his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth opening into a slight O shape, his entire body shaking softly.

Suddenly, just before his breaking point, Daryl pulled his cock out of your mouth. You couldn't help but whine softly at this action, your throat needing to feel his warm cum slide down it. Daryl took his cock in his hand, pumping it at the same pace he was fucking your throat. It only took him a good 3 or 4 pumps before hot strings of cum shot out of his cock, landing directly on you. He milked his cock, watching as it spurted on your cheeks, your nose, almost into your eye but you closed them before it could.

"Fuck..." He let out, huffing as he leaned against the wall... his cock still in his hand as it twitched, almost overstimulated now.

You stayed underneath him, your cunt throbbing in your panties. You were sticky with Daryl's cum, with your own spit, and your sweat. You felt disgusting, you felt so disgusting that not even 10 showers could wash away this feeling... this degrading, embarrassed feeling. But somehow, your cunt still screamed for Daryl's abuse. You looked up at Daryl, his cum now dripping from your face as you did so. He looked so tired, so out of it as his orgasm still sent soft shocks down to his cock. You've noticed as he's gotten older that he has had to take more time to recover from his orgasms, it really takes it out of him.

You remembered when you first started fucking him, Daryl wore you out before he could even think about stopping. After every single nut, he would be hard all over again. It was heaven, but also physically draining. Now in your older age, you would much rather 2 or 3 long drawn-out rounds more than multiple quick fucks. Your and Daryl sexual relationship has come a long way, from quick fucks to long passionate, and kind of perverted sex. It was kind of sweet to you in a way, how you both experimented with each other and picked and chose what you liked and what you didn't. It was something no one in the past would have done for you, it was why you "married" Daryl in the first place.

"So beautiful..." Daryl said, pulling you out of your thoughts. He was caressing your face, wiping away his own cum while he did so.

You blushed softly, leaning into his hand... kissing the palm of it softly. Daryl was always so nice afterward, so gentle and sweet. Nothing like he used to be, so distant and cold... not even helping to clean you up. However, as sweet as this moment was... in a weird and fucked up way, your cunt still throbbed. You still needed your cunt stuffed, still needed it fucked raw to match your sore throat. So you dug deep into your chest, trying to find your voice and force out of your beaten voice box.

"Are you up for round 2 or are you gonna need some time to recover?" You teased, your voice raspy and almost barely there as your throat was quite literally broken.

Daryl couldn't help but chuckle, placing his head on the hand that was keeping him upright. Daryl was never the type of person to leave you all high and dry, even if you truly deserved it. He would always give you what you wanted, only he would give it to you over and over and over again until you begged him to stop. He loved watching you cum as much as you loved to cum, so he couldn't deny you the very thing he held dear to him.

Daryl finally was able to get his legs to stop tingling as much, pushing himself off of the stall wall. He now stood inches away from you, just needing to see you in your entirety. You were drenched in his cum, legs sprawled out and shaking on the dirty bathroom floor, your tits hanging from your dress, your hair matted to your forehead and neck... you already looked so destroyed, but you wanted more? He could never understand the pleasure you got out of being destroyed, he loved it too... but being in such degrading positions? Maybe that's why he was the one giving it to you.

He reached his hand out for you to grab it. You did it in a heartbeat, struggling to stand up but balancing on his arm as you did so. He took you softly into his arms, holding you up with one arm as he wiped more of his cum off your face. He slowly brought his knee up to your cunt, you gasped softly as it made contact with your puffy clit. You wanted to move your cunt up and down it, feeling the delicious friction it would give off... but you knew how much of a dick Daryl could be and how easily he would tease you, denying you of his actual cock.

"Old man huh?" He chuckled, still holding you close to his chest. He could feel your heartbeat in not only your chest but also your cunt that was throbbing against his knee. "I'll show you an old man."

He suddenly turned you around, shoving you into the stall door so your face was flat on it and your ass was pushed out. You yelped as he did so, feeling his hands pull your panties down... he wasn't going to take it slow with you this time, he wasn't going to ease you onto him and let you adjust yourself. No, he was going to continue to teach his lesson... make sure it was carved into your brain that what's his, is his, and if you allow another man to look at you like a hungry bear would to his prey... you'll know what happens.

Daryl pumps himself in his fist a couple of times, getting his cock hard again before lining it up to your cunt. You grabbed onto anything that you could, preparing yourself for the devious stretch that you begged for the entire time he fucked your throat. Daryl collected the slick from your dripping cunt onto his cock, making it nice and wet... as if he needed to, your own spit was still covering it. He teased your hole, putting the tip of his cock inside before dragging it down once again. He was trying to tease you, make you feel an ounce of what he felt the entire night with you prancing around in the slutty dress that was now bunched up around your waist. You subconsciously bucked back on him, trying to fit his cock inside your needy cunt... but he held your hips in place, gripping them so painfully that you could feel it throughout your entire body.

He kept this motion up for only seconds before he got tired of it, he got tired of your whines and your pleas, deciding to give you what you craved. In one swift movement, he slammed his cock inside of your wet folds, bottoming out in one thrust as he did so. This action made you moan loudly, almost screaming when you felt the sudden stretch of your cunt around his cock. Daryl revealed this noise, like it was his favorite song... making you scream from pleasure, making you feel so good you didn't care that hundreds of people were just outside of this door... some of those people being the family you have gathered along the fall.

Daryl didn't waste a second, doing the same thing to your cunt that he did with your throat... he pulled his cock all the way out before slamming it back in. You could feel his cock in your stomach, moving around your organs as if it was meant to be in there. You don't think you will ever get used to the size of his cock, because each time you both fucked you would always have to get used to the shape of him all over again... and each time it took you off guard. His cock was merciless, nails digging into your hips, cock buried so perfectly into your cunt... it was pure light.

You were so lost in pleasure, your moans just dripping from your mouth and Daryl allowed it... he was far too lost in his own pleasure to mind. You hoped that the loud music playing just outside would cover the noise and since no one had come running in to make sure you weren't being murdered yet, you felt it was doing a good job of covering up the noise. Daryl kept up his harsh thrust, one hand coming up to your hair to pull your head back so he could attack your neck. His teeth sunk into your skin, causing your body to go almost limp... balancing on Daryl's cock was the only thing keeping you upright.

He watched your eyes roll back into your head, face flush red as he pushed himself further into you as if there was any room for him to do so. He reached his hand that was placed on your hip, sliding it down to between your thighs... rubbing your bundle of nerves slowly. He knew you were close, he knew you could have gotten off his cock down your throat alone.... so he knew you wouldn't be able to hold on very long from his cock being deep inside you. He touched, licked, fucked every single spot of your that he knew would send you off the edge, he was proving pretty successful with it too.

But suddenly, all his movements stopped and so did the entire world for a second. While you were lost in your pleasure, the bathroom door was slammed open and voices now replaced your moans... engulfing the bathroom with their noise. You were too lost in your own pleasure to notice, your moans still slipping through your mouth and your hips trying to once again buck back into his. Daryl however was now in his "security/guard" mode now, reaching up with his hand to slap it around your mouth... pulling you flush to his chest. You gasped into his hand at the sudden action, eyes widening as you felt his cock dig deeper into you. Even though that was not Daryl's intention, it still caused his cock to twitch inside of you.

"Shhh." He cooed, his mouth hovering over your ear.

But how could you be quiet when Daryl's cock was so deep inside of you, how could you be quiet with how close his body was to yours, how could you be quiet when you could smell his toothpaste and the college he wore. but you obeyed, knowing that if you did then maybe you would get a mind-blowing orgasm out of it. You could hear two sets of footsteps, they sounded heavy... almost like 2 men. IT would make sense, if you were in the men's bathroom... You couldn't hear what they were talking about, you could hear them but you couldn't understand them with Daryl's cock grazing your g-stop.

Daryl peaked through the small gap between the wall and the door, watching the men through it. You could tell by the way his eyes relaxed slightly that the men had no idea you two were in here, that they were lost in their own conversation to pay any attention to the stall you two had been hidden behind. Daryl took a step back, pulling you along with him... his movement caused his cock to almost slip out of you, but him pulling you close to his made it once again thrust inside of you. You squirmed against him, his free hand keeping you still.

"Did you see that girl...uhh she had that black dress on? She was going around interviewing people about how they like the commonwealth?" One of the men said, you could hear him unzip his pants as he did so... soon after the trickling of urine could be heard.

"Dixons girl? yeah, I saw her alright." The other man said, his voice almost laced with lust.

You froze at the mention of you, more specifically how you were labeled "Dixon's girl". You had a name and you even gave it to them, fucking assholes. If it were any other time, you would correct them with a fist through the teeth and a knee to the groin... but right now, you were too occupied getting stuffed by Daryl's cock. Your senses were completely filled with Daryl, your cunt full of him... it made it hard to think any coherent thought, especially with how his cock pulsed inside of you, rubbing you from the inside softly.

"Dixons girl huh?" The other man chuckled, finishing up his business as he did so. You could feel Daryl's ego grow a bit, especially with how his hips started to move softly into yours. He got such a big head when it came to you, knowing you were his. "So what's the deal with them? I mean, she's like 20 years younger than that old fuck. Does she have daddy issues or does she just like me older?"

You would have corrected them once again, telling them that you just liked Daryl. You didn't go after him because he was older or because you lacked a father... They would probably have done the same thing with what Daryl did with his cock, how it turned you into a madwoman every time he pulled it out. You huffed into Daryl's hand, which caused him to chuckle silently. This was entertaining, to say the least, this entire situation was.

"With the way she was dressed tonight, I think maybe she's just a whore." The man said, causing your blood to go cold. "Maybe Dixon was just lucky enough to be the first guy she fucked."

You loved being degraded, you loved being called a whore, you loved being told you are nothing but a hole for a man to cum in... but only when Daryl said it. It was like when it came out of another man's mouth, it sounded so wrong and so degrading but in a not good way. Daryl had a way with his words that made it sound like pure honey, like candy dripped from his lips and you couldn't wait to get a taste. Daryl felt this too as if your genuine degradation actually affected him... like he could feel it flowing through his veins too. Daryl thrust his cock into you, trying to make you forget what they were saying, making you present with him instead of them.

"She seems like the type. " The man replied, the sink running as he said. Daryl once again thrust his cock into you, the knot in your stomach coming back. "Those outsider girls, man, I hear they let you do some weird shit to them."

One more sharp thrust from Daryl, his hand pressing harder on your mouth so they wouldn't hear your moans. He let his free hand roam down to your clit once more, rubbing it in small tight circles. To him, Daryl thought that maybe if you were too focused on your nearing orgasm, you wouldn't let the words of disgusting men get to you... he was slightly right because after that last sentence, their words turned to just background noise. You could feel yourself giving in the pleasure, you threw your head back on his shoulder, your back arching as you pressed your ass more into him so the gaps between your bodies were nonexistent.

"Damn, I might have to pay a visit to Dixons girl huh?" The man chuckled, the sound of zipping pants and water filled the air. "You think she'd take us both at the same time?"

Daryl's thrust started out as a way to comfort you in a way, but now with the venomous words these men were letting out... he was doing it out of anger, and jealousy as they talked so grossly about his wife. His thrusts were deep, and rough as he imagined what he would do to these men when he got done with you. How he'd cut off every single finger of one man's hand as the other watched. How he'd slit the throat of the man who even asked that stupid question in the first place, basking in the way his blood sprayed on him.

You took your hand and reached back to set your hands on Daryl's hips as he dug his cock so violently into your cunt. You couldn't take it anymore, your juices had dripped down your legs, now soaking the floor as you let Daryl abuse your pussy. You gave his hip a soft squeeze, a way to tell him "Keep fucking me, I'm gonna cum." He didn't slow his movement, instead, he sped up. Hacking away at the knot that was about to explode inside of your stomach.

"If she's fucking that old redneck... shit, she should be glad we would even consider fucking her." The man spit out, heavy footsteps leading to the door as he spoke.

And that was it, those words caused Daryl to thrust so harshly into you that it broke the knot inside of you. You almost screamed into Daryl's hand, your body tensing completely, your toes curling, your vision going white as he didn't stop his abuse. He fucked and rubbed you through the earth-shattering, mind-blowing, entire life-changing orgasm. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, liquids puddling up on the floor as you came around his cock. His fingers that were playing with your clit while you came were now covered in your slick.

"I call fucking her tits first." The other man said, another pair of footsteps followed the first ones you heard... both of the men now leaving the bathroom. "You can have him..."

The door shut, silencing the men's words which were now just jumbled as you came on Daryl's cock. You heard the door click shut, suddenly being shoved against the door once again in just seconds. You were still having the aftershocks of your orgasm while Daryl thrust into you, shoving your head further into the stall door. You moaned loudly, you're an overstimulated pussy trying to reject his cock but also craving it, his hand no longer silencing your moans. He shoved his cock inside of you, over and over again until the door was shaking along with his thrust.

You could feel his anger, feel the way that he tensed... the way that those men's words got more to him than they did to you. You could tell with every thrust of his hips that he was furious. He thrust into you only a couple more times before he groaned loudly, almost growling as he felt his own orgasm consume his body.

"Gonna cum in your fucking pussy..." He spit out, his grip on your hip tightening now and you could cum again just by his anger. "Gonna fill you up so fucking good baby... so good baby."

His words filled your brain, your body still so exhausted from the orgasm. You let him use you though, let him use your body so he could fuck his anger out. It was only mere seconds before you could feel his thick, warm cum paint your walls. When he said he was going to fill you up, he fucking meant it. He gave your pussy a few more good thrusts before he drained himself completely, his body allowing his veins to fill with pleasure. There's something about anger that makes orgasms feel so much better, feel so much more intense... and Daryl was a very angry man.

Daryl's cock softened inside of you, throbbing against your walls. He kept himself in you though, allowing you both to recover from the pleasure that filled you both. Daryl leaned down, kissing your back softly as he came down from his high, rubbing your hips to ease the bruises he left on them. This night was not supposed to go like this, you two were not supposed to fuck in the bathroom of this new town you had just been welcomed into. This was behavior that you two would do in your earlier years when you were both reckless, both so horny your hands never left each other. It is comforting, how things never really change.

"You okay?" Daryl asked, brushing your hair from your face... your face still pressed against the door and still very much covered in his cum.

You nodded softly, not able to speak well because Daryl's cock really took a number on your throat. Daryl smiled softly, slipping his cock out of you... watching his cum leak out of you. It was rare for Daryl to cum in you, he was always so adamant about cumming anywhere but inside simply because....he didn't want to knock you up, kids weren't supposed to grow up in this world. But something about tonight, he wasn't worried about you getting pregnant. A part of him actually welcomed it.

Daryl stepped back from you, pulling his pants up and buttoning them back up. You straighten yourself up, legs shaking as you attempt to pull your dress down. You weren't sure if you should bring up what happened, about the men who said those things but the words left a tension between you two. The words did hurt, you did feel massively sexualized by those men and you didn't like the feeling of it. But you thought maybe you could ignore it, it will go away on its own. Daryl noticed your struggle to put your dress back on, feeling a slight twinge of sympathy.

"Let me help..." He said, reaching over to help fix your dress. Covering up your body, his hands grazing your soft skin as he did so. He too was having that debate in his head, if you two should talk about it. "You know, those men. They're dead, you know that?"

It was almost like he heard your thoughts, could read your mind, and laid out what you needed to hear. This entire night you had been sexualized, but you didn't mind it... it was just attention to you. But hearing it while Daryl was there, feeling the way it affected him as well. It made you feel so gross like maybe all you were was actually just a piece of meat to some men. You could never imagine a life without Daryl now, how respectful he was even with his degradation.

Daryl was 2 steps ahead though, he already planned on making their life a living hell. It was one thing to gawk at you in front of your face, imagining what you tasted like or how you would look butt naked on top of them... all the while you just wanted to collect stories. But it was another thing to write you up as some lust-filled woman who would give herself any man who would ask her nicely. You weren't what they made you out to be, but then again they made every woman who liked sex like they did out to be some kind of whore. You liked sex, you liked it rough... but so did they, so why were you any different?

"Don't get yourself in trouble because of that asshole diary." You said although you urged him not to... a part of you really wanted him to. Men like them deserved to be put in their place, they deserved to be made to feel just how they made women feel. Plus you wouldn't mind Daryl coming home all bloody...

"Who said I'll get caught..." He smiled, inching closer to you, and laid a soft kiss on your cheek, wrapping an arm around your waist while he did so. Daryl was good at his craft, he knew how to be careful."So, I want you to go home... Take a nice bath, make some tea or something.... maybe get some rest. And I'll be home before you know it."

He kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face. It did sound so nice to just give in to sleep, especially with being a nervous wreck all night and then being fucked so hard in a small bathroom. But the feeling of Daryl going to hunt down these men, staying up till the early ends of the night punishing them for what they said... something inside of you flips, causing a small knot in your stomach to form wants more. You reached up on your tiptoes, bringing Daryl into a passionate, long kiss. This hinted to Daryl what kind of mood his actions had put you in, he pulled away when he realized... he'd already been away from his post for long enough, he couldn't go another round with you.

He chuckled softly, stepping away from you... he slid his jacket off and placed it on your small body. You were completely engulfed by it, it covered your body more than the black dress did, and you couldn't help but feel so safe in it.

"I'll leave the bathroom first, you wait a couple of minutes and sneak out. There should be a backdoor in the kitchen you can slip out of, but then I want you to go straight home okay?" He said, pulling the jacket closer to your body before setting another kiss to your lips. "And clean your face off before leaving, it's already bad enough i fucked you in here... don't need them to see the evidence of it."

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, zipping up the jacket as you did so. You did completely forget about the cum that still dripped from your face, you were covered in so many liquids that his cum was completely forgotten by you. You nodded your head, watching him unlock the stall door and slip out of it. You poked your head from it, making sure the coast was clear before you also slipped out of it. You looked in the mirror, jesus... you were a complete mess. You watched as he peeked out of the bathroom door, making sure he could slip out successfully.

"Round three when you get home..." You called out, making him whip his head around to look at you. He scoffed, shaking his head softly. 

[sweeteastart]

Could I get Legend in the D3 outfit for your ask game?

Slowly melting about this anon... Thank you so much, that's like my favorite thing to draw. I'm a puddle again.

Couldn't fight the urge to do the bunny duo together !!

Didn't notice for a while but their outfit is the colour of each other's eyes lmao

Thanks for the ask ♪♪♪♪ and sorry for the wait--

[strwbmei]

Kinktober : BONUS LEVEL.

summary: in the midst of the crowded costume party; stelle needs you— and she needs you now.

contains: modern!au, college!au, female reader, mentioned alcohol usage, pet play sort of(?), stelle is referred to as a dog and she has a collar, transfem!stelle, stelle is taller, mentions of drugs, semi-public sex, creampie, power bottom reader, choking, unprotected sex, non-consensual creampie, stelle is a bit pathetic

pairing(s): pre-established stelle x reader

a/n: It's a bit late considering this was for Halloween, but this idea has been rotting in my brain for so long...

NSFW below the cut !

"Baby..." Stelle whined, looking down at you with those amber-hued puppy eyes she knew you couldn't possibly refuse. Not for long, at least. "Need you s'bad... Please?" The taller woman clung to your arm, tugging on your sleeve like a child who didn't get the toy they wanted.

After the two of you received an invitation to a quote-unquote, "small Halloween costume party" from a mutual acquaintance, you decided to go as the werewolf and little Red Riding Hood.

It was a great idea— the costumes worked well individually, but if someone saw both of you together, it'd be obvious that the two of you were a couple, though that was mostly because you were literally holding her on a leash that was attached to the collar her costume came with.

What wasn't a great idea, however, was going to the party in the first place. Within not even half an hour, the place reeked with the stench of vomit and cheap alcohol, and the second-rate Halloween decorations that were obviously only added as an afterthought were presumably torn off the walls by drunks.

Also, unlike the person who invited you two had said, the party was not small at all. The place was filled to the brim with couples and stoners; the only reason you two still stayed was because it'd be a waste to not use the costumes you already bought. They weren't really expensive, per se, but both of you were broke college students. You were going to make the most out of the $40 you spent on these costumes.

"Stelle, you can't just-" You inhaled, taking in a deep breath as you halt your words. "We're in public. I'm sorry, baby, but you can wait until we get home, hm?" You took her hands into your own, rubbing soothing circles on the back of her palm. The size difference was almost laughable.

Stelle heaved a dejected sigh, but you knew she hadn't given up quite yet. She was never one to be good with words— but she sure as hell was good at expressing her thoughts with her actions.

Which is probably why you can feel something hard and lengthy rubbing against your thigh as she wraps her arms protectively around your small frame. "Please. I'll make you feel so good, I promise..." She murmurs into your neck.

Well... it's not like you can just leave Stelle with a raging boner, right? Especially when you're what caused it in the first place. Right. You're just doing what any responsible girlfriend would do.

Though, you weren't aware that that included frantically unzipping her pants in god-knows-who's room as music blared from the cheap speakers downstairs.

"Wai- mmph..!" Stelle quickly put a hand over her mouth, stifling a moan as you hurriedly wrapped your lips around her cock. Though muffled, the sounds she made were more than audible.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her hands gripping your shoulders with a force that fluctuated between one of considerate eagerness and selfish desperation for her own pleasure— all telltale signs that she was going to cum soon, and you've grown all too familiar with them.

Though Stelle never could last long, the number of rounds she could go for was inhuman. Well, at least her ungodly amount of stamina is one thing about a werewolf that was even remotely similar to her.

As your head bobbed faster and faster in pace, her whimpers and moans grew louder and higher in pitch. With a strangled gasp, ropes of her warm semen flooded down your throat. Your mouth was pressed to her abdomen, swallowing every drop she had to offer.

"H-haah...~" The taller woman looked down at you with further aching need; cock still standing proud with a similar yearning. "Really, babe?" You sighed. A couple getting caught having sex in a party wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, and although normally people wouldn't care, it'd stain your pride.

Just as you were about to start jerking her off, she grabbed your hand by your wrist. "Wanna be inside you. Can I? I've been good..." She frowns; again, looking at you with those eyes.

First, she claimed that she'd make you feel good, only to settle for you sucking her off; second, does she really think she's been good? You wouldn't be in this situation if that were true in the first place. Liar.

However, you reckon you could give her a chance to prove herself...

Next thing you know, you're getting railed on the floor, barely able to keep yourself from falling over as Stelle rutted her hips into you. "W-wait, ah..!" You moaned. You didn't know what made Stelle so uncharacteristically... desperate, as if she were a dog in heat.

Maybe it was your costume? No, it looked good— but certainly not that good. And it wasn't revealing in the least, even the skirt was below knees length. Perhaps she was just too drunk? That's not it, either. Stelle has been drunk many times before and she's never acted like this.

Oh. The collar.

"Goddamit, Stelle...!" You huffed out in a hushed voice with all of the anger you could muster up. Everybody knows you can't ever stay mad at her, no matter what she does. Just like a cute puppy getting caught making a mess, Stelle only whines at your words; one hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds while the other kneaded at your breasts.

You pull her into a sloppy, hot kiss by her collar, the pace and strength of her thrusts unwavering. She whimpers into your mouth, swallowing all of your moans as she practically pounds you into the floor. Her cock was on the thicker side, rubbing perfectly against your walls while her tip kissed your cervix.

"Shit, so... tight...!" Stelle breaks out of your grip with little to no effort, hands needily grabbing and massaging at your tits. You tried to tell her to pull out, but you couldn't get any words out of your mouth through your moans. She mumbled a string of curses and apologies like a sinner begging for forgiveness. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum inside!"

With a choked moan, she held your hips down as you felt her warm cum fill you up. She lets out a sigh of pleasure as she pulls out of you, breathlessly pressing kisses on your inner thighs and apologizing. Though, seeing her cum leak out of you when she pressed down slightly on your stomach has her vigor returning tenfold...

Fuck it. She's cum inside of you already, what's the harm in two, maybe three more times? The night is young, after all.

╰┈➤ taglist ; @roninraccoon , @hedgehog666 , @dukemira , @yelanrambles , @the-night-owl-blr

[luminetti]

Dressed to Kill

༘⋆ Summary: In which, you, a professional cosplayer, mistake Bakugou’s hero outfit for a really good Halloween costume. ༘⋆ Pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ༘⋆Warnings: n/a, reader is just the biggest dumbass (lovingly) also, i cannot stress this enough. they are NOT CHILDREN in this. they’re both at least the age of college seniors  ༘⋆Notes: huge thanks to one of my biggest inspirations for writing in general: @andypantsx3 ! this fic is lightly inspired by—and lowkey a lovechild of—her pieces, baby are you playing tricks and unconventional, so if you somehow haven’t read those yet, i strongly recommend doing so!  also now that i actually have more than one piece of writing, id love for some writer/fandom moots! im very new to tumblr and would love friends :’)  ao3 release

Halloween was by far your favorite holiday. 

As a child, you were always drawn to Halloween, not just for the candy, but for the extravagant costumes and house decorations. Nearly every year, you stayed up late with your father, hand-sewing various details onto your costume. Finally, for your eighteenth birthday, you were gifted your very own sewing machine which officially kickstarted your interest in cosplay.

Throughout your first couple years of college, you worked on your Twitter account, posting quick mirror selfies of your various cosplay projects. Only during senior year did you finally feel comfortable enough to go out in public for your first official photoshoot.

‘Comfortable’ was a bit of a stretch. Very seldom does one feel truly comfortable when posing in front of a grandiose fountain in the middle of a public garden, fully clad in foam armor. What made it significantly worse was when the aforementioned armor looked more like a metal bikini than an actual chest plate worn into battle.

Poor character design choices aside, you loved Halloween for that very reason. With everyone dressed up–or down, for some–there was no reason to feel self-conscious during your monthly photoshoots. Sure, there was the occasional snide remark, but the number of supportive comments from passersby was enough to quiet your uncertainty.

This year you had stayed up late for the past month putting the final touches on your purple staff, even attempting an LED system that allowed parts of it to glow. It had taken two weeks to get the prototype of the dress situated since you weren’t used to sewing such a large amount of detail into your fabrics. Unfortunately, this also meant it took significantly longer to finish the outfit than expected, leaving almost no time to do your wig. But, in true cosplayer fashion, you managed to whip something together with an older purple wig, just in time for tonight.

You did, however, only realize the character also had a sword occasionally, but there was no way you were going to make that in time so the staff would have to suffice.

The night had already been proving to be one of the best so far. Starting around eight in the evening, you and some of your closest friends had gotten together for a costume party, a series of shitty horror movies, and a plethora of even shittier cheap cocktails. Despite not being much of a drinker yourself, you always participated in the annual spooky-themed cocktail charcuterie. This year you weren’t holding back. Your pride and joy charcuterie consisted of nine drinks including, but not limited to ghost-themed Aperol Spiritz–nicknamed Spirit Spiritz, Bloody Marys, and your personal favorite, Bonejitos. They even had little skeleton dudes sitting on the rim of the glass.

Unfortunately, your friends weren’t very amused by your festive drinks, even going as far to say your ingenious Bonejitos were a stretch. So, clearly they didn’t see the vision. Eventually, the party events died down as the guests began to go home, allowing the night to evolve into just drinking.

“Did you get a photo of your costume yet?” Himari, your friend from freshman year, questioned.

You shook your head, absently watching as the rest of your friends downed your masterly made Bonejitos. Liars, all of them. “‘A stretch’ my ass,” you scoffed.

Himari dug around in her bag, retrieving her camera. “Halloween photoshoot? Your fit is cute and I’m getting bored here.”

You did like the idea of photography-major level photos with none of the price involved. “I love you, Mari.”

She stuffed your spear under her arm and with that, the two of you stepped out into the cold and crisp autumn air, the breeze running over your bare shoulders and thighs. You shivered lightly, pulling up your thigh-highs and hugging the excess fabric close to your body.

Himari glanced at you in concern. “Does the Raiden Shogun not wear a jacket?”

“Unfortunately, she doesn’t.” You chuckled, rubbing your arms. “You can’t be sexy and wear a jacket,” you joked.

She hummed in sympathy, looking around for a good place to set up. The park was a particularly popular spot during Halloween, specifically known for its comforting lighting and ambience.

 “What about there?” Himari pointed to a small gazebo surrounded by violets, lit up by a string of fairy lights. There were a couple groups nearby, but otherwise it was pretty much empty.

You nodded, excited. “Good eye as always, Mari.”

She handed over your spear and offered an arm,helping you step up onto the platform and underneath the gazebo. While she adjusted the lights to her liking, you took a moment to adjust your skirt and sleeves.

“Do you think it’s too short?” you asked, tugging on the cloth. Thankfully the character wore a pair of shorts underneath, but the dress was barely miniskirt length.

Himari looked over briefly before turning back to the lights. “No, not really. Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

Before you could answer, a group of college-aged girls passed by the gazebo, clearly a bit drunk. As they left, one of the girls that was hanging onto her friend’s arm looked over. “Don’t be, girlie! You look hot as fuck!” she shouted out, words slightly slurred.

You flustered, blabbering out a quick thanks in surprise. There’s nothing like a friendly drunk girl to get your confidence up.

From behind the camera, Himari gave you a thumbs up. “Give me one of these.” She mimed leaning against the wooden banister. “Yeah like that, but with your leg more out.”

The shutter clicked several times as you did your best to recreate her gestures.

Himari proceeded to guide you through a series of poses, occasionally having you incorporate your staff or the gazebo. Eventually you got used to the flashing camera and allowed yourself to melt into the character, embodying her essence as best as you could.

Time flew and before you knew it, Himari was calling you down from the gazebo to look over the photos. You hovered over her shoulder as she flipped through each one, pausing at her favorites.

“I’ll import these onto my laptop and send them back edited sometime this week,” she told you, removing her glasses and wiping them off with her sleeve.

You nodded. “Thanks for doing this, you really didn’t have to.” You rummaged through your bag, hoping to find at least a little money for her efforts. Feeling a couple bills between your fingers, you held them out to her.

Himari’s eyes squinted and you realized she was staring over your shoulder. “I think that guy in costume was looking at you,” she said, still cleaning off the lenses.

You turned to see a tall man across the park, large grenade shaped gauntlets resting on both his arms. He quickly looked away once he saw your head turn. Looking closer, you realized he was dressed in a dark black sleeveless jumpsuit with orange and green straps along his body.

He was clearly a Dynamight cosplayer. And by the looks of it, a really talented one at that.

You were almost convinced that he had real hero equipment on. His armor pieces were strikingly accurate, and you made a mental note to look for more realistic prop materials.

“He probably spent a lot of time on that,” you mused to Himari, who had already gone back to inspecting the photos.

“You should go ask him about it.” she suggested, collecting the rest of her things and zipping her bag. “I’ve gotta catch an Uber soon.”

Maybe it was the lingering confidence gifted by the girl from earlier, but you managed to muster up enough self-assurance to wave goodbye to Himari and stride right up to the cosplayer.

As you got closer, you realized just how much work must have gone into all the details. The gauntlets–a very convincing metal–had several dents and scratches, giving it a worn down look, as if it had been used frequently.

His hair looked far too real to be a wig, likely just being his natural hair with lots of product in it. The most impressive detail by far was his physique. Had he trained specifically for this? The closer you got the more you noticed. If you were lucky, maybe he’d give you the name of his supplier.

“I love your outfit!” You smiled cheerily at him.

He turned to look at you, slightly taken aback. “Thanks?” he replied, folding his arms as he looked you over, eyes lingering on your cosplay.

You felt a twinge of anxiety as he inspected your outfit. He probably just didn’t recognize the character, you convinced yourself.

“I’m a cosplayer too,” you clarified, gesturing to your dress. “But clearly not as dedicated as you.”

You watched as his chest puffed lightly at the compliment, though he titled his head, a bit puzzled.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you tried a different method. “How long did it take to make?”

He blinked at you and shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe a couple of months? I just told them what I wanted.”

Oh, you got it now. He’s just a model. It wasn’t uncommon for people to collaborate on cosplays, especially ones where one person either commissions or buys a cosplay from an artist, and then models it themself. Either way, he was still one of the best you’ve seen.

You nodded in understanding. “Do you have social media? I’d love to see what else you’ve done.” Pulling out your phone, you loaded up your Twitter, preparing to enter his tag.

“Dynamight Official. All one word,” he replied hesitantly, looking you up and down as if he was scanning for signs of sickness.

You chuckled faintly. He was really dedicated to his role. “Well, what's your name? I follow a lot of cosplayers already. Maybe I’ve seen you?” You pulled up your profile and turned the screen around to show him in case he recognized your tag.

His arms unfolded and his face slowly morphed from confused to exceptionally amused. “Bakugou Katsuki. I am Dynamight.”

Waving him off absently, you nodded as you scrolled through your followed accounts. You swear you’ve seen him online before. “Sorry, I’m not really good at roleplay. But you’re pretty convincing.”

He leaned against the cold metal lamppost, watching you sift through various Twitter accounts. You sneaked a glance to check his facial features again, but he was already staring straight back at you.

In such close capacity, his striking crimson eyes stood out to you. Even his contacts were high quality… Fighting back the warmth that threatened your cheeks and ears, you averted your gaze downwards.

Your eyes flicked to his waist. You hadn’t noticed it before, but a thick black bomber jacket was tied tightly around his torso, unlike the real hero’s costume. Well, you stand corrected. You certainly can be sexy with a jacket.

Speaking of jackets, you had been so caught up in conversation you hadn’t realized how cold it had gotten. The soft breeze from earlier had picked up into chilly wind, rustling the fabric of your dress as it blew by.

Bakufaux–haha–seemed to notice your interest in his jacket, untying it and tossing it over your shoulders. “Bit cold for you, Princess?” he drawled. “D’nno how you’ve managed in that outfit.” He gestured to your short dress and tall socks.

You couldn’t help but notice how his gaze lingered on you for a half second longer than normal. Not that you would’ve said anything. Thanks to his jacket, you were enveloped with warm and musky scents of charcoal and sandalwood. Though, being honest with yourself, you’ve been distracted ever since you walked over.

You snapped out of your trance when he pushed himself off the lamppost and leaned over you. It could’ve been twenty degrees out and you’d still swear you were overheating.

“Ever considered cosplaying in my costume?” He asked, watching your darkening cheeks closely.

Maybe it was the shit eating grin he wore proudly on his face, or the sneaking suspicion in your gut, but you had an inkling of a feeling he knew something you didn’t. In a surge of confidence and curiosity, or perhaps just pure adrenaline, you took a step forward.

“And if I have?”

Something snapped behind his eyes and you could’ve sworn his gaze dropped to your lips. He might’ve actually kissed you if you weren’t interrupted by the sound of glass shattering and the screams of customers inside a late night coffee shop.

You felt your heart rate increase as he swore under his breath, whatever smug expression he previously had was replaced by something far more intense and serious.

‘“I’m not leaving you out here alone, stay close to me,” he urged, taking one last look at you before turning and running towards the sound.

It took you a second to realize you were running behind him as fast as possible.

As the two of you neared the coffee shop, you noticed numerous shards of glass laid out on the concrete. On a second glance, you noticed some of the smaller shards were beginning to melt, turning the ground slightly slick.

You halted to a stop, almost crashing into your new friend. You felt a warm hand snake around your waist, lifting your body off the ground and onto a nearby bench.

“Don’t touch the ground, and stay right here,” he told you sternly, before turning and rushing straight into the cafe.

You watched, frozen in astonishment, only able to hear the horrific sounds of glass and… explosions? Occasionally you caught a glimpse of blonde hair, dropping off a poor customer caught in the crossfire, before dashing straight back inside. In what felt like seconds, he had already retrieved nearly every patron from the cafe, all while the villain was still inside.

Quickening footsteps approached from behind your place on the bench. You barely had a chance to comprehend the noises when a flash of red zipped past you, making a beeline straight for the cafe. Only after several trips in and out of the building did you finally recognize the eccentric costume of Pro-Hero Red Riot as he gathered the remainder of the victims outside.

Through the ringing in your ears you could only vaguely make out shouting between Red Riot and someone else still inside the building. It was all intelligible until he turned to you and the victims. The last words you heard was look away, or at least you assumed.

You weren’t interested in waiting around to find out so you shut your eyes tight and turned away from the scene as best as you could.

At first nothing happened. But after a beat, you felt your eyes burn behind your eyelids as a blistering wave of heat surrounded you. You think you screamed, but you weren’t entirely sure. Every muscle in your body tensed as the bench shook underneath you, threatening to break.

But as quickly as it came, it passed. You couldn’t tell how long you had been trapped in that position, clutching your knees to your chest with your eyes sealed shut. A warm hand shook you out of position, jostling your eyes open.

When your eyes finally adjusted, blocking your vision of the cafe was none other than a tall silhouette, and familiar red eyes.

“Hey, stay with me, Princess. You hurt?”

You felt calloused hands hastily press against your body, examining you for injury. He took a hold of your ankle, easing you into extending. “Anything?”

Shaking your head, you gripped onto him as he lifted you from the bench to your feet, steadying you with strong arms.

“Happy Halloween,” you managed to mutter meekly into his chest.

You felt him shudder beneath your head as he laughed, surprisingly heartily.

“Certainly one you’ll remember.” His low voice resonated in your brain, calming whatever nerves were remaining. “Let’s get you home, m’kay?”

You let him navigate you back to your apartment surprisingly deftly given your shaky directions, until finally you found yourself thanking him at your doorstep and shutting the door behind you.

Now that you were home and given a chance to breathe, you weren’t sure what was real. Everything mixed together in a blur and you couldn’t tell if it was all a dream or not.

As you groggily slumped against your bed, you felt something soft bundle against your back. Sitting up, you reached behind your back to feel the cool fabric of the black jacket you had been holding tightly against yourself. Embroidered on the sleeve were a pair of initials you hadn’t noticed before.

B.K.

With a strange pounding in your chest, you pulled out your phone.

Sure enough, you had one new notification.

@DynamightOfficial followed you back

The device buzzed in your hand with a second notification. A direct message request alongside an image. Swiping to your messages, you opened the text from your new follower.

Front and center was a quick photo of Bakugou’s hero costume, laid out neatly on his bed. Directly underneath the image were two small text bubbles.

u take commissions?

ive got something in mind for ya

[h-harleybaby]

Ignore this if you’ve done it but matching costumes with the boys… what do YOU think they’d wear as couple costumes with reader

~🍋

STOOOOP THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE AHHHH

I doing the main 4 + Butters because you didn’t specify them :)

Cartman

• Would absolutely suggest doing something vaguely racist, but dw y’all don’t… even if you have to physically shove Cartman into the bathroom to change. He’s probably pissed about it the whole night tbh

• Probably makes you go as a KFC chicken bucket while he’s the Colonel Sanders because he genuinely will not shut the fuck up until you agree to it. It was so stupidly embarrassing

• He would most definitely force you to go to a party so he could show everyone y’alls costumes before dragging you out to go do other things. He really just wanted to brag and embarrass you

• Cartman will absolutely make you go trick or treating with him despite y’alls ages, and y’all stay out sooooo late that people aren’t even out anymore. He refuses to end the night until he hits up everyone’s house and demands all the candy they have

• At the end of the night you guys stop by the dollar and grocery stores to buy all the cheap Halloween candy that’s on sale. Don’t worry you’ll get your cut on the candy too, it’s just a bit… smaller than his cut

Stan

• Stan doesn’t really care enough about Halloween to plan to dress up or literally anything, but if you insist he’ll probably throw something together quickly

• You guys go as Sally and Jack but his part of it is really half assed, he still looks good tho!! It’s just, a lot people couldn’t tell who he was as at first. He probably got so drunk he couldn’t even remember

• Speaking of getting drunk, he throws a costume party because you insisted on doing something for Halloween. You asked, he delivers! Everyone’s there, even people from straight up other neighboring towns. People hear alcohol and and will do whatever to get it

• An almost concerning rowdy party and it wasn’t even from the party goers! It was from Randy swinging on the Chandelier and supplying all the alcohol. Overall a really memorable night… well to most of the people who went

• Like father like son, neither Stan or Randy could remember anything from last night but regardless, they had an unspoken agreement. Never tell Sharon and never speak of it ever again, the night never happened. Well, the pictures you took definitely say otherwise

Kyle

• Sheila insists on buying y’all’s costumes and she gets y’all some peanut butter and jelly costume. Kyle absolutely hates it but he would never tell his mother, thank god he has a job so he could buy something else and just change when you guys leave

• Y’all actually end up going as Morticia and Gomez Addams even though Kyle in general looks a little too colorful to be Gomez cough cough GINGER cough cough but regardless, he tries his best to slick his hair back and hunch over more so he could be shorter than you. It doesn’t work but it’s the thought that counts right?

• Half way through the night hall switched costumes because you didn’t wanna wear heels too long and he wouldn’t have to because of how tall he is. Shelley let him use her hair straightener and you’re pretty sure you burnt off some of his hair but it’s tooooootally fine, absolutely fine (he doesn’t know)

• Kyle was honestly kind of miserable the whole night, he didn’t really WANT to be there but you begged him to do something with you and Halloween and Stan would’ve dragged him to the party regardless if you asked him to go or not

• Though I suppose you asking really did help, he might’ve just bailed when he heard there was alcohol. Despite everything… he makes a really good Morticia but that was mainly because he was tall and would do the tango with you if you asked

Kenny

• KEN AND BARBIE YOU SAY? I THINK SO!!!!!!! It’s hard to find something in his closet but he ends up trying to spray paint his parka bright pink and writing “I am Kenough” in black sharpie. Oh that poor, poor parka

• You had to physically force him not to try throwing together some haphazard dick costume that he wanted to use soooo bad. He tried to hard to convince you that you guys should go as a dick and sperm

• Thank god you guys didn’t, y’all ended up taking Karen trick or treating for a couple hours and she went dressed as a lil skeleton!!! It was the cutest thing ever, kinda stuff to make your heart melt

• After Karen got tuckered out y’all went to the party, might I add just in time to watch Randy scream and hang from the chandelier in only underwear. Honestly it was a lot funnier than it should’ve been, the man was stuck up there the rest of the night with you both passing up bottles of liquor to him

• Very memorable night for everyone involved, and somehow everyone knew what you guys were dressed as!! I suppose the bright pink and “I’m Kenough” really helped

Butters

• Would also suggest something racist but he doesn’t really know it, at least you give him better ideas so y’all don’t end up coming off weird

• Y’all would totally end up going as Joker and Harley Quinn, it’s completely overdone and cringe but y’all still go as them. Green hair and shirtless and EVERYTHING! His parents don’t like it at all and he ended up getting grounded later

• God you guys are sooooo cringe together, like y’all quote Harley Quinn and Joker stuff the whole night if y’all go to a Halloween/costume party. Multiple people will gag and throw up in their mouths. Multiple

• He’s the type to go to the party with you and almost have a heart attack because of the music, he would be paranoid that his parents would ground him for hearing such music. Somehow they did and they weren’t even there to hear it 😭

• You suggested going trick or treating but Butters was convinced he’s too old for it and his parents would def ground him for being out too late with someone as pretty as you. After a lot of convincing you got him to hit up a couple houses with you before you guys went home, the old people were very confused

[jayke0]

Bite Me

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem reader

Summary: You and Steven wanted to go to a Halloween party, but your costume makes you both a little distracted.

Rating: 18+, smut

Warnings/Content: reader talks about sucking his blood in a kinky vampire way but idk the name of it, mommy kink, odaxelagnia, chubby reader, jealous and desperate Steven, nipple play, boobjob, fingering, drunkenness (just some word slurring), p in v, unmentioned protected sex, small bit of fluff, creampie, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 2,771

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"Wow, you look amazing!"

Steven stares at you with wide eyes, a big smile spread across his face and making his eyes crinkle at the corners in that adorably charming way.

You'd both agreed to dress up as a vampire couple for Steven's Halloween party at work, and you'd picked a particularly beautiful dress that admittedly shows off your best assets… maybe more than you'd expected.

"Yeah? I was a little worried about this area–" you gesture towards your tummy. "–but as long as you think I look ok, then I'm happy." The wrinkles in your dress spread out as you run your hands over your stomach.

"No no, you look beautiful, love!" He stands and walks towards your position in the doorway, running his hands over your arms with his soft fingertips while the smile stays plastered on his face. "Quite frankly, I feel like I'm a bit underdressed now." His giggle makes you smile, and you bring your hands up to his cheeks. "You still look handsome, baby, my handsome vampire husband."

Your nose bumps his as you lean forward, brushing your lips just barely over his. The fake fangs make cute little bumps under his top lip, giving him a cat-like look, not to mention a bit of a lisp.

"Are you… uhm… Are you gonna bring a coat, though?" 

As you pull away, you notice your boyfriend's eyes have moved from being in awe of your make-up, down to the exposed part of your chest. The dress is a little tighter than you'd seen online, so your boobs are spilling out, making it easy for a "happy accident" to happen.

A chuckle leaves your lips and you snake your arms around Steven's neck.

"Why? Are you getting jealous?" There's a flirtatious tone in your voice.

"No, of course not. I just don't want you getting cold!"

"Bullshit." You giggle and pat his chest, leaning towards his lips again enough to feel his breath hitch. 

"Aaaalright. Yes, I'm jealous." He huffs and leans forward to close the gap between your lips for a brief moment. "Can you blame me? You're all on show and you look bloody amazing…" You feel him press against you a little, and notice the bulge growing in his pants against your thigh as he noses your neck and the plastic fangs tickle your skin. 

"Well... we have a little time before the party, right?" You trail your hand up and down his back to feel the muscles tense under the thin fabric of his cheap halloween costume, his curls bouncing against your skin with a nod.

"We can do a little roleplay, would you like that, sweetheart?" 

A whimper from Steven raises goosebumps on the back of your neck.  Your hand travels up to the back of his head to grab a fistful of brown locks, making the man tilt his head back with a wail. 

"My poor helpless victim…" You purr, part of your tone being sarcastic incase he doesn't like it, but the soft whimper that sneaks past his lips has you regain your confidence and butterflies flutter in your groin. "I won't drain you just yet, just gonna have a taste," you kiss his neck affectionately. "Then I can have some fun."

The years of watching vampire films is seemingly paying off as you feel your boyfriend turn to jelly in your hands, giving in easier than you'd ever expect; maybe this was the real reason he'd suggested it, because ever since he'd seen Elvira on the TV, he'd wanted a 'vampire mommy' of his own.

Slowly, you lean closer to his neck, taking in the soft and sweet smell of his cologne as if you're really taking a whiff of your favourite meal. He seems to be shrinking smaller and smaller in your grasp as you graze the teeth over his neck to dance along the nerves there, before you poke your tongue out and lick a long strip up from the beating pulse on his neck to his ear.

Steven stumbles forward and puts his hands out to balance himself on the wall, leaning over you. With his (or more so Marc's) height and build, he could easily overpower you and throw you on the bed to fuck you into oblivion, but instead he has to use the wall to steady himself as you slowly tease his silly little vampire fetish, pulling it inch by inch out of him till he's panting softly and his legs are squeezed together.

"God, this is embarrassing, can't believe I'm getting so worked up over noTHING–"

You stop his complaining by finally pressing your mouth against his pulse and digging the fangs in as far as possible. Of course, they're simply blunt plastic and barely graze the surface, but the noises that Steven lets out would make you think you'd squeezed the tip of his cock unbearably good.

"Please… please please, mommy." He moans out, rolling his hips desperately against your thigh as he struggles to keep himself stood up.

"Go sit on the edge of the bed baby, I know something you'll enjoy." 

You'd think the man is an adult virgin with the way he scrambles towards the bed and sits on the edge eagerly, undoing the top two buttons of his costume to let his flushed cheeks and skin cool down. 

Swaying your hips a little,you saunter towards your boyfriend and hover over him just to see those pretty puppy dog eyes. "Good boy, what a precious little look you've got. A perfect piece of meat for me." 

Honestly, you're not even sure where this is coming from at this point, maybe Steven's tapped into some morbid kink that you had locked away deep down in the pits of your belly; either way, you're both enjoying it. 

"For you, mommy." 

You pat his cheek, if a little condescendingly, before sinking down onto your knees and parting the man's legs, his thick thighs bulging through the thin fabric and making your mouth water a little as if you're really going to take a chunk out of his flesh.

Instead, you work his trousers open to pull his poor neglected cock out, teasing the tip in a way that has Steven squirming and his brows raising pathetically. "God..." he murmurs desperately.

You leave his cock for a minute as you pull down the front of your dress, your tits spilling out at the freedom from the constraints as your nipples harden with the cold air suddenly hitting them. 

"Oh please, let me suck them." Steven's bottom lip sticks out pathetically, dents being formed in the pink flesh as the fangs dig into it. 

"No, sweet thing, I've got something better for you." You gaze up at him and spit down your cleavage, rubbing the soft skin together before you lean towards him and engulf his length between your boobs. The action has him squirming and whining softly, already bucking his hips against you as he tries to fuck his arguably favourite feature of yours. 

"Hey!"

His eyes shoot down to yours as his hips immediately stop. "Oh f–fuck I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry–" He rambles on, knuckles turning white as he restrains himself from fucking your boobs again. 

"That's better, good boy." Your lips brush his tip and you give him a small kiss over his slit, a loud, sharp gasp being drawn in through his teeth. 

"Alright, sweetheart, now you can."

Steven doesn't waste another second before he's thrusting up into you again, the pillowy flesh enveloping his tip each time he drags his hips away. Your tongue waits at the end of each thrust for him and makes wet, sloppy sounds fill his ears as his hips lift further off of the bed, his head tilted back so that his adam's apple bops in his throat.

"Mommy, mommy– Oh God, holy shit.." his moans are even lewder than the sound of his tip hitting your tongue, short pants followed by long drawn out whimpers and (for the lack of a better word) slutty moans are all that can pass his lips, besides the odd 'mommy' and 'shit, fuck, God'.

The poor man only lasts a few minutes before you feel him suddenly jerk and his hips stop altogether, warm ropes hitting your tongue and spreading over  between your boobs as he slowly but shakily rolls his hips back and fourth, working the orgasm out of himself with soft whimpers.

You wrap your lips around the pulsing tip of his cock to milk a few more drops from him, with the strange feeling of the fangs making him jolt a little in surprise.

Rewarding him with one last lick, you stand back on your feet, still holding your tits in your hands as you lick your lips and lean towards him.

"Go on then, you said you wanted to suck them." 

Steven's eyes dart over the mess splattered over your chest, his face flushing in embarrassment before he closes his eyes and replaces your hands with his own to thumb your nipples, mouth meeting your hot skin to lick his own seed off of you. You run your hand through his hair affectionately and moan quietly while he cleans you up and moves down to your hard buds to roll and circle around them, teasing you as you'd done to him earlier.

"Oh darling..." A breathy pant leaves your lips as you rock your hips towards him, and before you can even say anything, you feel his fingertips slipping underneath your dress and into the pool between your legs, making your grasp tighten in his hair. 

"S–teven— we don't have enough time, honey..." Is what you try to warn him, but it just falls on deaf ears as his calloused fingers sweep through your folds and run over your clit in the same way his tongue is teasing your nipples. 

"Bite me again."

"What?"

"Bite me again. Please, mommy."

Another moan is tugged from your chest and makes you buck your hips against his perfectly calculating fingers. You curl over him, your mouth resting above that beating nerve till you sink your teeth into him as he presses his thick fingers into your needy, wet hole and drags them along your sweet spot. His groan only makes you bite onto him and grip his shoulders harder till you're driving yourself down on his fingers with muffled moans, his tongue flicking your sensitive nipples.

"Can you cum for me, love? Please cum for me mommy, use my fingers."

Those words send waves of pleasure through your body as your thighs shake and clamp around his hand to stop you from collapsing on the floor, long groans tickling Steven's skin while you ride out your high on his fingers.

You sigh softly and pull your head from his shoulder after you've calmed down, tracing your fingers over the dents on the man's neck.

"Now I've got a real vampire bite, haven't I?" He grins and nudges your neck with his nose.

"Yeah.." you giggle softly and stand up shakily, using his shoulders to hold yourself up as he puts himself away. "Lemme get some new underwear… then we can head out." 

"Or you could just wear no underwear–"

"Steven!" You swat his shoulder playfully, "Don't tempt me."

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By the time Steven's whisking you off to the museum toilets, you're both 3 drinks down. Your skin feels all warm, like it's buzzing under the surface, and you can tell that Steven feels the same based on the flushness of his cheeks and the way his words slur together at the ends. Throwing open the women's bathroom door, he guides you into a stall while his mouth sloppily tries to kiss you back, soft whimpers escaping when he can't latch onto your lips in the way he loves too the most.

"Mmnnn, ssstupid bloody fangs..." He grumbles, hands roaming all over your body as if he's a hungry predator toying with its prey.

"You weren't saying that earlier, baaaby." A grin spreads across your lips before you pat his chest to make him stop. "Take them out if they're pissing you off that much, silly billy." You giggle and reach for his mouth to wiggle a finger between his soft lips, your boyfriend automatically wrapping his lips around it and sucking a little as his eyes flutter shut. He chokes when he feels you press down on his tongue.

"Hey!!" A pout replaces his goofy grin.

"I wasn't tryna make you suuuuck it, just trying to get these things out–" 

"No, no time; need you now, want you now, love." You feel his fingers start to wander again and slide under your dress and over your naked hips; you'd taken his suggestion of not wearing anything underneath.

He groans, and before you can argue back, he's turning you around and bending you over. You have to hold the walls to balance your dizzy head as you spread your legs apart further for him, looking back at your disheveled, sweaty boyfriend while he fumbles with the zipper of his costume. It doesn't help that he didn't bring his glasses, since they're quite helpful when slightly inebriated, but eventually he manages to pull it down and palm his clothed erection.

"Been teasing me all evening, right, dove?" His large hand splays across your ass and grips the flesh so he can watch how it squishes between his fingers. "Been wanting me to do this since–" he hiccups. "–since we got here." 

A simple nod from you doesn't satisfy him, and he reaches down to thumb your clit. "Right, pet?" 

God, drunk Steven is going to be the death of you.

"Of course!... Yes honey, wanted this all night." You whine softly and push back on him to feel his clothed tip press against your hole.

"Knew it..." The man giggles a little to himself and leans over you, his fingers clasping over your mouth in a semi tight grip. "Can't be making noise now though, yeah love? Gotta stay nice 'n quiet fffor me..." The thick digits run through your wet folds before pushing his boxers down so his cock can spring out and he can grip the base. 

Slowly, he presses into your warmth, groaning softly and resting his head on your spine as the feeling overwhelms his pretty, drunk head. The stretch of him is always admittedly your favourite part, whether it's Steven slowly stretching you out like this, or Marc ruthlessly fucking his shape into you, either way it's the best feeling.

His hips draw back, and then thrust forward again, his cock sliding in and out of you perfectly as the natural curve of his length rubs something inside you that makes it hard for you to stay quiet. 

"Oh Steven –ah!– baby–"

"Shhh, keep quiet, love… being sssuuch a good girl." He mumbles in your ear, soft pants and quiet moans building and escaping his own lips. You can't see it, but you can tell his brows are furrowed together in that delicious expression, the one he always does when he's concentrating on fucking you… especially when he's tipsy.

Despite your thoughts wandering for a second, Steven draws you back with a particularly harsh thrust, making you gasp into his hand and your nails drag down the cubicle walls as he continuously hits you with those hard thrusts, albeit a little sloppy and out of rhythm.

"Oh, shit– ssshhit, dove, Imma cum. Lemme cum in you. Please, pet."

His pleading is simply met with a whine and nod from you as your hand dives between your legs and rubs that bundle of nerves in just the right way to make you take in a sharp breath and push back on your boyfriend, enveloping him in your pulsing, wet heat as ropes of hot white paint your walls and Steven's soft moans fill your ears.

Now gripping onto the toilet paper holder, you slowly come down from your high, your thighs still shaking a little as the love if your life takes in staggered breaths.

"Love you..." You hear him mumble from the position in your back that he had his face pressed into. "ssso so much."

"Love you too, baby." You reply, despite the rather unromantic setting of the museum cubicle finally setting in. 

"We ssshhould get outta here though, pretty sure Donna was eyeing me when we came in here."

"Eh… fuck her."

Steven's confidence makes you laugh, and you reach your arm behind to pat his head gently, enjoying the silence for a bit longer.

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[readychilledwine]

what do you think about azriel x autumn court reader , she is also eris’s cousin, where she is utterly obsessed with halloween/ fall and she decorates the whole house of wind with spooky decor and little pumpkins everywhere. She hides little jumpscares, yk the ones that are in grocery stores, she hides them behind closet doors so whoever opens them gets a nasty creature in their face. Like I can imagine rhysand screaming and cursing her for the jumpscare and feyre just giggles w reader

And she make everyone drink pumpkin spice stuff and claims it is a must. Reader is also in her baking era and bakes so much everyday, the second someone comes in the house, they smell delicious treats. She really channels her inner autum court girl. And during fall she really only wears her clothes from the autumn court. She gets az to visit the autumn court now that eris is high lord, and she takes him to town to drink spiced cider and caramel apples and they have the best time.😭❤️

The Last Cabin on the Left

Summary - after moving to the Night Court to be with Azriel, y/n Vanserra has strived to bring an Autumn Court Tradition to your new home, and this year you've pulled out all the stops

Warnings - spooky themes, pranks, Nyx and cousins being adorable, matching couples costumes, general fluff, Azriel dressed like a pirate

A/n - I tweaked this request a little bit, and I hope that's okay 💜

Azriel smiled as the scent of candies, pumpkin, and apple cider hit his nose.

You had done it again, and it never ceased to amaze him. The cabin you two shared on the edge of the woods was decorated to celebrate an Autumn Court Tradition you, Eris, and Lucien called Hallows Eve. 

He remembered you explaining it to him passionately as you two moved pumpkins and haybales around the yard 5 years ago.

In Autumn, it was a night where children were allowed to dress up in little costumes and go door to door in search of candies and treats. It was also a night where teens and adults tended to try to scare each other through stories, pranks, and sometimes decor.

Eris flat out told them when he confirmed the tradition that you were the best conjurer on cheap scares and tricks. He had told Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian of his aunt and Uncle's party and fair they threw for the territory they looked over. It was one night where your Father, the true opposite of Beron, was able to argue that with costumes and masks, you truly could not tell who was rich, who was poor, who was greater, and who was lesser.

He couldn't help but to smile as he heard you humming softly. You were sat at the table, decorating dipped apples for the party you two were hosting tomorrow. "How's my pumpkin today?" He to moved to you, kissing the top of your head before stealing one of little hard coated chocolates you were using. "House looks fantastic."

"Thank you," You were beaming with excitement and joy, flooding it down the bond. "I wanted to make the first Hallows Eve party with Eris and Mara amazing."

Azriel flooded you back with his love, admiration, and adoration. "Did you hear who Nyx is dressing up as?"

"No baby," you added a touch of white edible sparkles to the apple you were making look like a spiderweb, "what's he coming as?"

Azriel sat down, watching with loving eyes as you hand crafted each and every element of this party to perfection. "He's coming as Cassian." You paused. "And Cassian and Lucien's boys?"

"No," you started laughing. "They're not doing this."

"Oh they are," Azriel confirmed. "Sat there while the three of them showed me and everything."

You paused slightly. "Are you going to have to loan out the shadow babies? I need them." 

Azriel shook his head, smiling hard enough his dimples showed. "No, the shadow babies are all yours, pumpkin." Azriel stood, walking over to the closet to put his jacket away and you smirked, watching and waiting. 

You had conjured a mirror in that closet that created the creature the person who was looking into it was most afraid behind them before it would disappear quickly. 

Azriel jumped, "Mother above," and quickly slammed the door shut after throwing his jacket in. He took a few deep breaths, hands placed firmly on his knees before staring at you. "Really?"

You picked up the spider you had crafted from dark chocolate and placed it off center on its web, finishing the caramel and dark chocolate dipped apple. "There's more. My goal is to finally get Cassian this year. Hence why I need the shadow babies." 

Azriel scoffed lightly. "He's used to my shadows, dove. He's not going to-" Azriel paused as you looked at him, a small devious smirk on your perfect face. "You found him." 

You nodded. "I did."

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Lucien and Elain were the first to arrive to you home. They were dressed like an old Autumn's tale of a phantom who haunted one of the many Opera Houses and one of his legendary victims. 

Lucien looked dangerous in his black suit and cape. Half of his face was covered in the famed white mask the Phantom wore to the performances. 

Elain was in the last dress the famed female performer was ever seen in, a white corset gown with a white lace robe. Her hair was curled into spirals and adorned with jewels. 

Their son was tucked behind them, waiting so politely for his cousins that you could not help but melt at the sight. Or maybe it was the sight of him dressed up as a little version of Rhysand that had your handing him his first sweet for the night in a hushed tone and a wink. 

Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx arrived next. The High Lord and Lady had also dressed in a matching couples costume. Rhys was in brown pants and a green tunic. He had a hat with a feather tucked into it and brown belt hanging loosely on his hips. He smiled at you as he walked in a tiny illyrian leather wearing Nyx. 7 red stones were glued in place. "He was hoping you could glamor him to have Cassian's face scars?" Rhys rolled his eyes. "I offered to do it, but you know how he loves when you do the final touches on their little outfits." 

You brought Nyx close to you, and wiggled your nose, making the heir giggle. A scar appeared through his brow and lower lip, "You're still too handsome to look like Uncle Cass, baby." 

Nyx got really close to you, pulling down on your dress gently, "Did you make the peanut butter chocolate covered cereal with the white fluffy sugar?"

You just nodded, handing him the same treat you had given his cousin who was squirming on Rhysand's lap, as the High Lord adjusted his jacket lapels. "Once we're in full swing, everything is free game for all of you, okay?" Nyx nodded, running eagerly to his cousin and looking over all the games and snacks you had. 

Feyre appeared next to you, iridescent see through wings conjured on her back and a short green dress that looked as if it was made of layered leaves. "I heard you acquired the thing."

"I cannot confirm nor deny that there is an ancient God of fear in my home." You handed her a lemon drop secretly. "I really like the lost boy and pixie idea." 

She shrugged. "Rhys just wanted me to wear this dress." 

Eris and his mate entered your home next, Azriel immediately standing to hug your cousin and take their baby from them. They were also dressed as legends. The God of Death and Goddess of Spring. Eris wore a black tunic with gold jewelry wrapping his bicep as he held his mate close to him. Mara had her long blonde hair pinned up, a crown of bones and roses resting on her head. Her pink dress was adorned with flowers and pearls. She waved to you with a bring smile on her face. "How many doors should we be afraid to open?" Her bell-like voice rang. You only smiled in response. "All of them."

They had dressed their daughter in a little blue shimmering gown. Azriel walked her to you, tears lining his eyes. "Look at our good daughter," he stroked her soft cheek with one of his fingers. "Eris said they'll probably change her so we have to enjoy this while we can." 

"Did you let them know we have a little room ready for her whenever?" Azriel nodded, his soft eyes never leaving her face. "We should go change, my love. Let Lucien have his niece."

Azriel handed her off before you two went up the stairs. "You are sure Nyx is okay with the shadows standing ominously behind him?" Azriel nodded, pulling out his costume and quickly changing. You could feel through the bond he desperately wanted to get back to the little Autumn Heiress.

You saw him in leather everyday, but something about him quickly changing into those loose leather pants and that open white tunic with jewelry had your heart pounding. He strapped the leather belt and weapons to his waist while staring at you. "Later, my lady. Little princess cuddles first."

He helped you get into your own costume, similar to his, being careful not to over tighten the corset you had on. You stared at the two of you in the mirror as he kissed your temple. "We should become pirates." 

Azriel shook his head, smacking you playfully on the butt. "I have all the booty I need right here."

The two of you made your way back downstairs. You run up behind your nephew, grabbing Nyx and pulling him into the kitchen. "Are you ready for shadows to loom over you oh so ominously?" You tickled him gently as you asked, and he nodded eagerly. 

"You promise Uncle Cass will scream?" You and Azriel nodded. "Revenge." Nyx said with a serious look. "Also. When are we doing the candy?" 

Azriel ran a hand through Nyx's hair. "Soon, little bat." A sudden feminine scream had Azriel and you looking up.

Rhys had opened the door where you had created an illusion. Opening the door would cause a mist and dust like figure to appear before it began rushing towards the person standing there, deathly thin hands and fingers reached out to rip them into what appeared to be a void. 

Rhys stood with his hand on his chest, eyes wide in fright. "Mother above, y/n! Why?!" 

Feyre began to giggle, hiding her head in Lucien's shoulder. "You should have seen your face."

Rhys glared at his mate. "I will never understand your amusement in these things, Feyre Darling."

Eris muttered softly from next to you, surrendering his daughter once again to Azriel. He handed one of the hand-made soft caramels to Nyx and Lucien's son. "It's more the look on your face that's amusing, Rhysand Darling." He paused, looking around. "Where are our other friends?"

Azriel took a cookie, breaking it in half for the boys as their mothers fell into a deep conversation, not noticing as their sons were fed sugar. "Cassian and the girls will be here soon. Mor is in Winter with Viv. Amren is still in Summer."

Lucien rose a brow, smirking. "Still? It's been almost 2 months."

Azriel nodded. "It's not him. It's her." 

"You two won't be much better," Rhys said casually as he looked between you and Azriel. 

Azriel sighed, "Soon."

You perked up as the door open, smiling in an almost feral way to Eris. "And the show begins." 

The Valkyries came in first, carrying a few snacks with them and adding to the table. They were all in black dresses with black corsets. Nesta had a ceremony knife strapped to her waist, Gwyn had shimmering potion bottles on hers, and Emerie had an old leather bound book. Cassian came in next with his and Nesta's son, holding his hand as he hid behind his father. 

For such a loud outgoing male and a bold daring female, they had given birth to the quietest being you had ever met. You kneeled down, holding your arms out to him and he ran to you instantly.  Cassian was dressed in black robes, he also carried a book of ancient spells and rituals. "Little guy is nervous over the spooky pumpkins in the yard."

You nodded, lifting your nephew as you held him close. "I'm sorry, bud." He reached for Eris, and the male took him, smiling at his little leathers with bright blue siphons.

"Did you want Uncle Azriel's shadows or no?" He nodded shyly, resting his head on Eris's shoulder. "You know, Auntie y/n bought extra pumpkins for you three to decorate tonight. We can have Auntie Fey help yours look really cool and less spooky."

Feyre's smile grew. "We could turn it into a kitty, or a carriage!" 

"Can we play?" He whispered. "And have candy?"

You all nodded. "I made all three of you super special apples this year. And apple sauce for our little princess."

The boys all nodded excited, and you looked at Azriel, giving him the code to begin Cassian's torment. He made a shadowy figure appear behind Nyx, following the little heir to where you had set up games for them and little snack bags for when they got to run through the House going from room to room to collect candy. Cassian stared at the figure and then Nyx. Ignoring it at first as he socialized and got drinks for himself and his trio of witches. 

His glance kept going to Nyx as the night passed and the littles played games, smiling and screaming through the House as they found each hidden scare behind the doors and collected their candy from the shadows waiting for them. 

"You out did yourself and exceeded expectations once again, sister," Rhysand leaned on the counter next to you, smiling as he drank his spiked cider. "Though I would like to know why the shadows are looming over my son."

You smiled at the boys, watching as they pulled Cassian to the last door to be opened before they got to sit with their hand made candies and make smores. "Just watch, brother," Azriel said smoothly, a scarred hand running up and down your arm as he watched with a smirk. 

"Daddy, please!" A tiny version of Azriel pushed Cassian towards the door. "You have to! Mommy did one!"

Cassian looked to Nesta, who nodded in confirmation. "It was a mirror, but instead of reflecting me, it was the King of Hybern holding his head."

Cassian rolled his shoulders back, popping his neck quickly and shaking his hands out. He knocked, thinking he was activating the magic to be ready, and you just smirked. He opened the door and froze before a scream echoed in the house causing Rhys to spit out his cider into the sink and cough. The room was silent, waiting for the shadowed figure to disappear, "You didn't," Rhys whispered.

"Oh, she did." Cassian backed away slowly, putting the three boys behind him just as Bryaxis disappeared. His shoulders visibly relaxed falling into a false sense of comfort as the 3 boys and Nesta began to giggle. 

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" Feyre nodded, a tattooed hand covering her mouth. Cassian turned his head in a comedic fashion, whispering it was all fake, just cheap tricks you had conjured to scare the kids. "Just cheap tricks." He repeated over and over until he opened his eyes and looked up, staring straight into the looming figure of an ancient God of Terror. 

"Boo," Bryaxis hissed out. Cassian screamed again, running to hide behind Nesta and leaving the three boys their holding out their candy bags.

"Trick or treat," they sang to him in unison. You all watched as the God pulled the largest candy bags you had packaged out, putting on in each bag after shifting himself into an adult sized replica of the little shadow babies behind Nyx. Bryaxis floated to Gwyneth, seeming to almost smile down at her. "You have left the library?"

She nodded. "It took some encouragement, but yes. We miss you protecting us." Bryaxis moved to Feyre, shadowy limbs moving her hair gently. 

"I am ready to come home." Feyre seemed to melt on the spot. "If you will still host me." Cassian turned to Rhys, his face falling in terror as the High Lord nodded to his lady. "Did I get a window?"

"Several actually," Feyre confirmed. "You have a sky light now. It's enchanted to protect you from the sun and darken the room during the day, but allow you to see out at night and admire the stars." Bryaxis nodded, disappearing out the window and towards the House of Wind. 

Cassian turned to you, "What the fuck was that for?"

You took a sip of water, "Dropping me on purpose on April Fool's Day." 

Cassian opened his mouth to defend himself, but paused as he saw his son and cousin giggling as they sat in a little circle. 

Eris entered the room, smiling broadly and gently pushing Lucien. "Fire is ready if the boys are." He turned to Cassian. "I thought for a second I needed to come rescue my mate when you screamed. Then I remembered her and Aspyn were next to me." Laughter erupted through the room as Cassian smirked at Eris. The two males jokingly shoved each other, smiling as they grabbed drinks.

Everyone left the room laughing as Eris and Cassian verbally picked on each other, heading to the large bonfire. You, Rhys, and Azriel stood inside, waiting for the door to shut before the High Lord turned to you two.

"I had a thought I wanted to speak to you about y/n," Rhys grabbed a handful of the trail mix you had made. "We've enjoyed this tradition so much the past few years, and if you are okay with it, I would like to introduce it to all of Velaris next year."

He paused, watching excitement set in on your face. "I just imagine the streets full of children enjoying the festivities. We do not have many holidays and traditions aimed towards them, and this truly seems to be from them more than adults."

You nodded, smile growing. "I would need you to lead the community on it. Hold meetings explaining traditions, teach the citizens how to make treats, talk to seamstresses about costume designs. Could you do that for me?"

"Yes!" You bounced in place, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Of course I can!"

"You will have to do one more thing, sweetness," Rhys tilted your chin up to his face. "Nyx will never forgive me if Auntie y/n stops having her haunted cabin. I need this to continue until the boys lose interest, and even then after that for Aspyn and this little ones you two may have some day. I know it's been a discussion." He smirked at your non verbal confirmation.  "Nyx will want to take part when he's older during set up and execution. He dreams about it and has little maps of ideas in his room."

You and Azriel had froze, your mate's hand and arm coming around your waist. "What gave away that we were trying?"

Rhys pointed towards your untouched cider and the candy and snacks you and Azriel had been eating all night. "She hasn't drank alcohol for the past 3 months, you have been deligated missions that keep you far from home for too long, and you, dear brother, have been even more obsessed with little Aspyn. The last click was the baggy costume instead of her being your arm candy tonight like she normally is. No one else knows that you're actively trying. I will keep it to myself until you're ready." 

Rhys leaned in, kissing your forehead. "Think about my request. We will loan all the help you need. Excuse me while I go stop my wife from eating all of the marshmallows."

You and Azriel stood there, the shadowsinger placing soft kisses on your temple, then cheek, and neck. "You did a wonderful job, dove. The shadows have been whispering everyone's praises back to me all night." You smiled, turning in his arms to kiss his jaw. "Let's go get smores. I know you have been waiting for them all day."

He grabbed the bowl you had been digging in all night and your hand. The two of you smiled as Eris told the three young boys a campfire story, bouncing his daughter gently on his knee as he did.

Cassian wrapped an arm around you as you sat next to him, "Great party again, even if you scared me shitless."

"Did Rhysie tell you what he wants to do next year?" Cassian nodded. "What do you think?"

"As long as Auntie's spooky cabin continues, I'm in. Ness and I will help however we can."

"Then we should do it."

He nodded, watching as Azriel used his shadows to scare the boys at the perfect point in Eris's story. "Yes, yes, we should."

[lonelym00n]

The Devil Likes the Pirate

Tara Carpenter x Reader

[Series Masterlist]

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You're a drunken mess for Tara Carpenter and she's never going to let you hear the end of it.

You adjusted the red horns that sat atop your head before glancing at the mirror to give your full appearance a onceover. You supposed you looked good, though certainly not as amazing as your roommate and her friends looked in their matching Harry Potter costumes. The red dress you had chosen to wear was tight and fit your form perfectly, and the black boots you selected complimented the outfit perfectly. If it was up to you, you would’ve matched with the rest of the girls but since they already had all the necessary characters covered, you accepted your fate of dressing up as a devil. It was an easy costume to piece together at the last minute, which you were thankful for as your roommate had informed you of tonight’s party only just yesterday.

Hurrying so the rest of the group wouldn’t be waiting on you, you grabbed a crumpled $20 bill and shoved it into your bra in case you were lucky enough to pass a food vendor on the way over. You skipped dinner again today, just simply not having had the time to walk over to the dining hall with all the outfit planning you had to do. 

As your little makeshift group began the twenty minute walk to the frat, you let yourself drift to the back and trailed just behind everyone else. It had been nice of your roommate to invite you but you weren’t dumb. You knew she only mentioned it because one of her friends had brought it up in front of you and it would’ve been awkward had she not asked if you wanted to come along. While you’d normally skip out on these things (an unbearably sticky and overcrowded frat house wasn’t high up on your list of fun places to visit in NYC), it was Halloween and subsequently every college student's favorite excuse to drink themselves to the cusp of death. Coupled with that, your mother had just scolded you about how you needed to start putting yourself out there. You agreed with her, as much as you hated to. You’d been at Blackmore for three months and hadn’t even managed to befriend your own roommate.

You eyed the frat house warily as you watched it come closer and closer into view. The sidewalk practically vibrated with the bass of what you knew was probably some shitty song from 2016 that everyone only pretended to know the words to. You wanted to roll your eyes at the cheap looking disco lights that were occasionally visible through the tightly drawn blinds. The girls squealed excitedly as the group of guys guarding the door happily waved the group into the house.

Stepping inside, the girls found an empty spot to occupy while you split off and made a beeline to the drinks table. You sighed in relief as they had more than just beer available and swiftly threw back two shots of rum before getting to work on making yourself a concoction of whiskey and Coke, heavy on the whiskey. 

Finished with your creation, you tucked yourself into a corner to survey the rest of the party, hoping to find someone worth getting to know. Most of the partygoers were already plastered, as you had expected them to be. Your roommate and her friends were dancing together and giggling each time they were approached by a different guy. You smiled slightly to yourself at the pair that stood across from them, a dorky looking kid in a knight costume and a taller beefy guy who had very clearly dressed as a cowboy just for the excuse to forgo a shirt. Moving on from them, you looked to the dance floor hoping to find someone outright embarrassing themselves. What, or rather who, you laid your eyes upon made you suck in a breath in utter awe. A girl with the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen was chuckling as she watched two other girls dance in the most goofiest way possible. 

You bit your lip slightly as you trailed your eyes across her breathtaking appearance. The pirate costume she wore accentuated all her features but with the way you felt utterly captivated, you’d think she’d be better dressed as a siren. You swore if you had been able to hear the soft laughter falling from her lips, the sound of it could’ve easily lured you to whatever untimely ending she had planned for you. 

Gulping down the rest of your drink like a woman starved, you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from her. You swear the room starts spinning as you keep looking at her and while you want nothing more than to approach her, the sight of her has you firmly rooted to your spot in the corner. 

Happy to accept your fate of staring at this pretty girl all night, you turn your attention to the two girls she was dancing with. They’re both beautiful and you nearly scream in frustration at the thought that one of them is probably her girlfriend. You squeeze your eyes shut as a quiet curse slips out of your mouth. You feel a bit stupid for admiring this girl who was probably already in a relationship. With how attractive she was, it’d be a crime for someone to not have scooped her up.

Deciding to give her one last sullen glance, you flinch as you make eye contact with the girl dressed as a pumpkin. She smirks and turns to the other two, leaning in close to whisper something before pointing in your direction. You can only watch in a panic as the other two girls spin around to face you, grins stretched across both of their faces. The pirate girl gives you a small wave and you almost faint at the adorable sight. You probably would have too, had you not noticed that the pumpkin girl was gesturing you to come over to the trio. You feel your eyes widen enough to pop out of your head. 

Before you can take a step towards the girls, a heavy arm loops itself around your waist, dangling dangerously close to your ass. You look up sluggishly and are met with the grin of a very sleazy looking guy, who funnily enough, is dressed as an angel. 

“Hey sweetheart.” His grin stretches wider at the light blush that rises up to your cheeks at the nickname. He speaks again, “Looks like I finally found my devil.”

And yup, okay, the alcohol had definitely taken its toll on you because sober you isn’t the least bit interested in men, let alone men like him. You feel very stupid for skipping dinner on a night you knew you’d be drinking. And yet, you find yourself letting out a girlish laugh at his cheesy line about your matching costumes. “Hello,” you smile up at him meekly. 

“You’re quite hot.” He rakes his eyes suggestively along your form, taking note of the empty cup dangling loosely from your grasp. “Let’s go get you another drink, yeah?” 

He pulls the two of you towards the drink table and you don’t make any move to protest, staying securely under his arm. He releases you quickly as he mixes up a drink and you let your eyes absentmindedly scan the room again while you wait. The edge of your vision has a slight cloud to it due to the alcohol you’ve consumed, but drunk you doesn’t think any differently of it. You look back towards where your roommate had once been, noticing that all the girls were gone. Under normal circumstances you might’ve felt your heart sink deep into your chest at the knowledge of having been left behind, but you can’t find it in yourself to care right now. 

A tap on your shoulder makes you look back towards angel boy, who pushes the cup into your hands and watches as you take an eager sip. “Thank you,” you smile brightly at him. 

“My pleasure,” he rasps back, a glint in his eyes. His arm snakes its way around your shoulders this time and you let him lead you towards a group of guys. He strikes up a conversation with them as you just stand there, occasionally sipping your drink. As you often do when you are bored, you glance back around at the other guests of the party. There are fewer people filling the house than there were before and the music has been turned down to a volume more suitable for the guests to talk amongst themselves. A bright, lazy smile fills your face and you find that you actually like the more quiet atmosphere that the party has turned into. 

Just as you’re about to turn back around to face the group you’ve somehow become a part of, you notice three people wildly waving their arms in your direction. Confusedly, you wave a greeting to them and squint in their direction, trying to make out who possibly could’ve been waving at you. Unsurprisingly, your vision has blurred even more and you have no idea who the three people could be. Your shrug and finally turn back to the guys you’re standing with, flushing almost as red as your dress at the sight of angel boy looking down at you.

He smirks at your reaction and plants a sloppy kiss onto your cheek before pulling you closer towards him. You stumble into him, now completely pressed into his side. He faces his friends again and says, “Alright boys, me and this one are gonna head upstairs.” 

The guys whoop and holler and clap their hands onto his back, shaking the two of you with the force. Angel boy laughs loudly and begins walking away, you follow along without protest. Before you can make it out of earshot, one of the guys calls out in your direction, nearly cackling, “Yo, do you even know her name?” 

Angel boy flips him off, still laughing, while you just furrow your brow in confusion and choose to ignore the odd question. His laughing, however, is cut off quickly as he stumbles into a firm body. Unable to stop yourself, you crash into him. He grunts and shoves whoever is in front of him, “Watch where you’re going man,” he scoffs. 

The guy in front of the two of you steels himself and grinds his boots (cowboy boots, you snort at the sight) into the ground, unmoving, before he speaks in an angry tone, “How about you leave that girl alone?” 

The two boys begin shoving each other and you just stand in your spot, more confused than ever and completely unable to process what is going on. A soft hand takes yours and gently pulls you into its owner’s direction. You move willingly, more than happy to chase the feeling of butterflies you got when your hand fit perfectly into the other. 

“Do you know that guy?” a melodic voice asks.

Sheepishly, you move your gaze away from your hands and look up to see who was speaking to you. It’s the pretty pirate girl from before and you feel your knees buckle as your heart rate increases exponentially. “I don’t know,” you slur.

The girl looks over her shoulder at the two other girls in alarm. The girl with short brown hair speaks next, “Uh shit okay, do you have any friends here?” 

You shrug in response, suddenly feeling very small under the group’s gaze. 

The pumpkin girl asks, voice soft, “What’s your name?”

You beam, now there’s a question you can answer. “Y/N,” you state happily. 

The three girls let out a sigh of relief. The pirate girl gives you a small smile and you feel dizzier than ever. 

The boy who had stood in your way earlier calls out to the group, “Let’s get the hell out of here. We can figure out what to do outside.”

The girls share a look of agreement and the pirate girl takes your hand again (you sigh audibly at the feeling), making sure that you follow behind the group as they file outside of the house. 

They stop a short distance from the frat house. You take in all of their appearances curiously as they begin to talk, trying to figure out what their next move was going to be.

“Okay,” the cowboy speaks, the boy in the knight costume standing uselessly by his side, “we rescued the girl, what the hell do we do now Tara?”

The pirate girl stops to think for a moment. You think she looks cuter than ever with the slight crinkle that appears between her brow. “Well we can’t take her to the house. Sam would kill me.”

The group all agree. You watch on, not a thought behind your eyes but how beautiful you find the pirate to be. The pumpkin girl turns towards the girl with the short brown hair, “Any ideas Mindy?”

The girl sighs deeply before nodding her head, “She clearly has no idea what’s going on, so we won’t know where to take her back to. The only option I see is for us to take her to my dorm.” 

The pumpkin girl pouts, you notice that she’s now wearing the knight’s hat and laugh to yourself at the sight. “But babe, our movie night.”

Mandy (was that her name?) sighs again, “I know, I’m sorry Anika. But what else can we do?” 

She goes to comfort the pumpkin girl. Suddenly the pirate girl, seemingly debating something, speaks up, “I’ll stay in your room with her Mindy.” The group protests and disagrees, but the pirate girl remains firm in her decision. “No guys, I’m the one who got us in this situation. Mindy and Anika’s night shouldn’t be ruined because of this. You two just go take my room for the night.” 

Mindy (that’s her name!) says, “And when Sam literally murders us when she notices you aren’t home?” 

Tara rolls her eyes and huffs, “I’ll handle Sam, seriously guys don’t worry about it. It’s not like we have any other choice.”

The group look like they still want to protest, but something keeps them silent. Maybe they know the pirate girl would just shut them down. 

Tara takes your hand again and you take it as your sign to start walking. Everyone else follows behind silently. From somewhere behind you, you hear what you think might be the knight boy ask, “Is this technically kidnapping?”

The sound of a friendly swat follows his question. 

You lose yourself in the warmth that Tara’s hand gives you and are no longer keeping track of time. At this point in the night, your mind has completely shut down from the alcohol. You start thinking about how worried your mom will be tomorrow when you tell her you don’t remember half of what happened tonight. 

In a flash, you arrive wherever the group has decided to take you. Idly, you take note of the copious movie posters plastered on the wall. The people in front of you look more like blobs than people, and you hear someone let out a muffled shout as you begin to pass out. 

***

You wake up with a groan and are immediately met with the urge to puke and a splitting headache. You open your eyes and nearly sob at being met with such bright lights, for a split second you even think you might be dead. The moment is lost as bile rises up your throat and you hurriedly lean over, violently throwing up into the trash can that had been smartly set by the bedside. Tears leak down your cheeks as your chest heaves up and down. 

A quiet, concerned voice calls out to you in an attempt to soothe you, “Hey, you’re okay.” 

You want to feel embarrassed at someone witnessing what feels like your lowest moment in life, but you’re in too much pain to care. “I feel like I’m dying,” you wail.

A soft giggle sounds out at your dramatics. You feel a hand start to gently rub your back. It calms you down, and you’re finally able to sit back up in the bed and look over to who’s beside you. 

You swoon at the sight that you’re met with. It’s the pirate girl, dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a shirt that swallows up her small frame. She reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Stupidly, you just blink back at her.

Your throat feels drier than ever as you try to come up with something to say. You want to slap yourself at what comes out of your brilliant mouth. “Hi.” 

Her body shakes with laughter at your curt greeting. “Hey there. Not sure if you remember anything but I’m Tara. You were really drunk so my friends and I took you here.”

You groan and hide away in your hands. You didn’t remember much of what happened, all you could seem to recall was the girl sat in front of you. Tara laughs and pries your hands away from your face. “Look, how about after you drink some water I take you to a diner or something. I’ll fill you in on what happened.” 

You want nothing more than to be swallowed up by the pillows that you’re laying on, knowing full well you’re probably as red as a tomato at her offer. You nod and stutter a bit as you once again try to get yourself to speak, “Yeah, um yeah. That sounds good.”

She smiles at you and shakes her head. After a beat of staring at each other, a teasing glint appears in her eyes. “Y’know, I can’t wait to tell you all about what you told me last night. Said some pretty nice things about me. It’s almost hard to believe that the girl in front of me now is the same person.”

You flush even brighter than before, which you never thought possible. You pull the fluffy comforter over your head and groan loudly into it. She breaks into a fit of laughter and you find yourself trying not to join in. This girl would surely be the death of you.

[baby-alien11]

being in a relationship with Chad after Livs death

part 1

Loosing Liv was a big shock for you and Chad, but you two promised to try to continue with your lives without forgeting her

Right after finishing high school, the core five like Chad likes to call you, moved to New York to go to university and try to get over what happen in Woodsboro

While Sam and Tara got an appartment close to Blackmore with a roomate named Quinn; Chad, Mindy and you stayed at the dorms of the university

Fortunately, you and Mindy managed to stay as roomates, but Chad ended up with a guy named Ethan, who was a bit shy and quiet

During the first night in the dorms, while you were trying to sleep, outside the dorm you heard a door being slammed, making you flinch

That sound remind you of that night in Woodsboro with all the gunshots, screams and hits

Taking a glance at Mindy, you saw that she was completely sleep in her bed

Being careful to not make any noise, you put one of Chads sweatshirts over your tank top and shorts, your crocs and took your phone to make your way to Chads room

"Hey, I know it's late, but I couldn't sleep", you said at the moment that he openned the door, "I heard a door being slammed and associated with a gunshot and..."

Interrupting you, Chad pulled you into a thight hug noticing the silent tears in your eyes while pressing a kiss in your forehead

"It's okay, baby, it's okay", Chad asured you making you enter the room closing the door in the process, "Come on, let's go to sleep"

Of course, the next morning your phone was bombarded with texts and calls from Mindy asking you where you were

During your first months on New York things seemed to be back to normal

You and Chad continue to had a strong relationship, Mindy started dating a girl named Anika, and Ethan and Quinn were added to the friend group, but Sam and Tara started to have discussions and problems

Almost all the weekends, you stayed in Chads room to do the homework that was assigned and then have a movie marathon (everything except slashers because of what happened), so it wasn't strange to Ethan to walk and see you there or some of your things gattered around

Gym dates in the college gym, mostly at the hours when nobody was there

You loved watching him while he was doing his arms, shoulders and back routines, especially because he didn't use a shirt

And he loved to wacth and help you with your legs rutine, especially because you liked to wear thight shorts or leggins with a sports bra

When Halloween was around the corner, the group made plans to go to a party that one of the fraternities was organizing

That meant couples costumes

"Okay, this idea is good and cheap", Chad said with excitment, "Cowboys"

"Like in the aesthetic space cowboys or simply cowboys?", you asked taking a sip of your iced coffee

"Like in a sexy cowgirl and sexy cowboy", Chad specified, "Just think about it for a second, it's simple and we can do it with things in our closets, well, except the hats and that is the only thing we have to buy"

"Fine", you sighed, "But next year I choose the costumes"

When the Halloween party arrived, you decided to wear a white short-sleeved sweetheart neckline crop top, a short tight denim skirt, white heeled ankle boots with a pink cowboy hat

But when you arrived at Chads room he recieved you with a nice view

"Howdy, cowboy", you greeted recorring his whole look with your eyes, "Ready to go to the rodeo?"

"Only if certain cowgirl goes with me", Chad responded taking you by your waist, "And we can have a little fun after that"

"I love that idea", you smiled surrounding his neck with your arms

"Please don't do that in front of me", Ethan interrupted from inside the room finishing his costume, "I don't want to witness how you eat eachother faces"

Hearing that made you both blush a little and smile with fun before sharing a small kiss and approching the boy to help him finish his diy costume

That was other thing, you and Chad kinda adopted Ethan as your 19 year old child

Inmediatly after arriving at the party, the three of you went to the kitchen to grab some drinks

After failing in trying to get Ethan to meet someone, you and Chad decided to step into the improvised dancefloor that was asigned in the house without leaving the rest of the group

Basically, things were doing great in the party, until Anika aproached to say that there was trouble with Tara

Preocupied for your friend, you, Chad and Ethan run with Anika and Mindy towards the stairs were a drunk Tara was with some random guy who was trying to get his way with her

Right before the random guy and Chad started fighting, Sam appeared tasing the guy in his intimate parts leaving him on the floor

"Sam, can I borrow your taser?", you asked before leaving, "I saw someone dressed as ghostface"

"No, you have your own", Sam answered, "Let's go"

"Come on cowgirl", Chad said lifting you in his arms, "The rodeo is already over"

"Good thing I had a cowboy to ride", you joked circling his neck and waist with your arms and legs

"You are so gross", Mindy complained

Unfortunately, things after leaving the party were worse because some girls decided to throw their drinks at Sam for thinking that she was the murderer of Richie and Amber

Only to getting worse by watching on the news how there was a ghostface attack leaving three victims

The next day, after Sam and Tara were attacked by ghostface and interrogated by the police, Mindy started with her monologue about this time being in a franchise and how everyone could be the killer

In order to feel more safe, the whole group decided to have a sleepover in the Carpenter department, except for Ethan who had econ

Things were chill at the beggining, with the core five at the dinning room talking, while Anika sit at the living room and Quinn was at her room with her new hook up

But then, an airdrop photo by Danny, one of the neighbors and Sams new boyfriend was sent to all your phones

In that photo, ghostface was seen in Quinns room next with a couple of hits on the wall

That's when the chaos started, at the moment that Quinns dead body was thrown out of her room, but while trying to stop him or hurt him, Mindy was cut in her arm, you were stabbed in the leg, but Anika had the worst injurie of all because she was stabbed and cut on her torso

Fortunately, the seven of you mannaged to barricade in Quinns room, even better, Danny achieved to cross a stair in between the windows, being Sam the first to pass, next to Tara and then there was Chad to help the rest pass

"Baby, don't look down", Chad said when your turn came, "Just look at me"

"I don't like heights", you cried trying to do what he told you, "My leg hurts"

"I know, I know", Chad answered, "Just do what I said and cross, it would be quick, I promise"

Paying attention at his instruction, you succeded to cross inmediatly falling into Chads arms in form of relief while sobbing, at what him kissed your forehead and circled you in his arms to try to calm you

Mindy also mannaged to pass, but Anika being the most injured was struggling to do it, everything went worse when ghostface appeared and started shaking the ladder, causing her to fall and die instantly, leaving everyone devastated for loosing two friends the same night

The morning after the attack, Detective Bailey took the group along with Gale Weathers and Kirby Reed to an abandoned teather were a Stab/Ghostface shrine was, impressing everyone because all the things related with the victims were there

Things led to a plan to caught ghostface during the light of day, which didn't work because Gale was severilly hurt

Another plan was made, caught ghostface at the shrine

Taking the subway to go there, the group was separated due to all the people in costumes for Halloween, while you, Chad, Sam, Tara and Danny mannaged to stick together, Mindy and Ethan had to go on the next one

The entire ride was full of tension because of some people dressed as ghostface

But fortunately, the five of you mannaged to arrive safely at the shrine, but Danny decided to stay outside

While Sam and Tara stayed in the shrine, you and Chad found yourselves in the old snack station

"How's your leg?", Chad asked standing in front of you while you were sitting in the counter

"They gave me enough pain killers so I don't feel anything", you answered making him laugh lightly, "I can't believe this is happening again"

"You know, after catching this motherfucker we should go on vacations, just you and me in a nice beach drinking cocktails", Chad suggested positioning himself in between your legs while taking your waist, "And we should adopt a pet and named them Iggy"

"Iggy? Like in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure?", you smiled with your arms around his neck

"Yeah", Chad smiled, "So, what do you think?"

"The vacations at the beach sounds perfect, but we will disscuss the name of the pet", you laughed

Just like always, things went down pretty quickly after ghostface appeared behind you stabbing you in the back, causing Chad to fight them back leaving them in the floor

Trying to scape, the four of you run to the entrance only to find that it was locked

While looking for another exit, ghostface appeared again slicing Taras arm and destroying sme things from the shrine, at what Chad hit them with a camera

Running again, the grup returned to the candy station being chased by the killer, at what the four of you tried to fight him back

"Go, go!", Chad exclaimed making you three get away a little

When he was about to hit ghostface with a candy machine, another one appeared behind to stab him, making you scream in pain causing Sam and Tara to try to hold you, while Chad was being stabbed by the two of them

"Let me go!", you screamed toward the sisters, "I can't loose him too!"

Mannaging to release yourself from them, you took the swiss army knife that you always carry from your pocket to stab one of the ghostface in the shoulder

"Leave my fucking boyfriend alone, bitch!", you said twisting the knife

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough because they also started to stab you and Chad simultaneously, while you both were looking into each others eyes, until they let you both fall on the floor

The last thing you knew before passing out was that Sam and Tara mannaged to run and the bloody hand of Chad taking yours

When you didn't think you would wake up again, you did looking at a white celling, a little confused you looked down noticing an IV and other medical cables connected to your body, looking arund the room you saw that Mindy, Sam, Tara and Kirby sleeping in the sofas, Chad was sleeping in the chair next to your bed

"What the hell happened?", you said in low voice

That little phrase was enough to everyone to wake up inmediatly, while Kirby left to get a doctor

"Please tell me that we are alive", you said making everyone laugh

"With stitches but yes", Chad answered caressing your hair, "How you feeling?"

"Like a bus ran over me over and over", you responded staring into his eyes, "And you?"

"Just like you", he smiled

"You are not going to believe who was ghostface", Mindy exclaimed standing in front of the bed, "They were Detective Bailey, Quinn and Ethan!"

"No fucking way", you commented with surprise, "I though Quinn was dead"

"They were the father and siblings of Richie, she faked it", Sam explained, "They wanted vengeance for me killing him, but now they all together in hell"

"So, which of them was the one I stabbed?"

"Ethan, and then I killed him stabbing his mouth and throwing a TV in his head", Tara answered

"The same one that killed Stu Macher", Mindy added

"And I killed Quinn and Detective Bailey", Sam continued

"The core five survived again!", Chad yelled making all of you laugh

[yanderu-deredere]

a/n: to commemorate the beginning of october (which his halloween month), i've decided to write this little cute thing! hope you guys like it hehehe

what they yanderes would wear as halloween costumes

warning: gender neutral reader, absolutely no mentions of reader being a specific gender, mentions of reader being sexy LOL, mentions of costumes that might not conform to reader's gender/crossdressing

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

beauty and the beast lmao

eun-jeong would really want to do an animal cosplay with you doing a matching costumes

so like beauty and the beast, werewolf and red riding hood, wolf and sheep, etc etc

he'd be the type to like buy pre-made costumes but then he'll see how badly the pre-made costumes are and do the costumes up a little bit more LOL

he wouldn't do a good job of it but he'd try to make it look better

liam arieh ★ profile

mans is nothing if not a mythology freak

he'd be the worst date to take to a halloween party becos he'd do some obscure shit and then be a bit annoyed or arrogant when people can't guess who the two of you are dressed up as

think persephone and hades, aphrodite and ares, orpheus and eurydice, achilles and patroclus, pylades and orestes, etc

most people will just guess that you're a greek couple LOL

you could probably convince him do do an angel and devil couple

gavin byrne ★ profile

no jokes, he'd wanna do those like stereotypically sexy halloween costumes LMAO but like the both of you have to do the same one

like for example: two sexy nurses, two sexy black cats, two sexy demons, etc etc

and it'll be like exactly matching LMAO no matter your gender (if you're comfy), you guys would be wearing female nurse outfits or sexy witch outfits

and the worst part is that like he'd 100% buy them from spirit halloween or the local party store so they're not best quality either

ayaka yamato ★ profile

would die to be able to do a j-fashion lolita outfit with you LOL

she's always wanted to dress up that way but it's hard to go around in lolita fashion and also it's something that immediately sticks out so she's never done it

but yeah, it has to be something cute and frilly

she'd pay attention to detail a lot and commission some renowned tailor or something to do the outfits

they have to be the same colour scheme so that it's obvious the two of you are matching

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

anime couple, anime couple, anime couple--

it can literally be any anime couple you want but it has to be from an anime that both of you have watched together/that both of you really love

he's a professional-level cosplayer so like he'd take over (but will let you help if you really want) and the cosplay will literally turn out so so good

he won't shy away from like armour or mech suit type stuff either

fujio watanabe ★ profile

won't really wanna dress up but you can force him to LOL

will only wear a costume if the costume is really easy to put on

like it has to be as easy to put on as regular clothes. it has to be something like a shirt, pants, maybe head gear but like nothing too complicated so it has to be either a headband or a hat

so like you're stuck with really boring costumes like cowboy? police man? stuff like that LOL and they'd be the cheap kind you can buy

gawain byrne ★ profile

vampire, vampire, vampire--

but like not dracula vampire! oh no, it'd be like period specific vampire with the loose white ruffled long sleeve shirts and tight pants LMAO

very victorian gothic style

and you have to also wear victorian gothic style. you don't have to be a vampire tho but i think gawain would just have a lot of fun putting on fangs hehehe

he'd want your costume to include like two red puncture marks tho LOL to signal that you're his vampiric snack

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

not to be repetitive but like video game couple, video game couple, video game couple--

would totally dress up as mario and princess peach or luigi and bowser if you'd like LOL

as long as it's like a video game that both of you love to play

he'll also do a cosplay of more detailed outfits like something from league of legends or overwatch or valorant

he's also a seasoned cosplayer so it'd be easy peasy for him to make a cosplay for both you and him

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

GOD I KNOW I JUST SAID IT BUT video game couple, video game couple--

but yeong-bae would want it to be a bit more cutesy? so definitely like cookie run cookies, pokemon?, mario characters? something like that

would shy away a little from more complicated outfits like mech armour or video game outfits from more fight-y games. not becos he doesn't like them but becos they really want to look adorable and cute with you LOL

yeong-bae is literally in charge of a lot of the outfits the band wears so like he'd be really great with making the halloween outfits

he wouldn't be professional level though and he'd ask a little help from their stylist

soren kumar ★ profile

BORING BITCH

he'd wanna do something work related or uniform related lmao like a police couple or like a nurse and doctor? it definitely would be the type of outfits that are readily available and would be low effort for him

also low-key just wants to see you in uniform LMAO not that it's a kink or anything but just that he thinks it'd be sexy

and it's very! heteronormative! nasty man! he'd wear the man police uniform and (regardless of gender) he'd want you to wear the woman police uniform (cus it's sexier!!), etc etc

you can definitely argue with him abt it loool and he'll relent

would get them from spirit halloween or some cheap store though

emm fiala ★ profile

would want to dress up as something where she can utilize her burns. think freddy kreuger, jason, deadpool, frankenstein's monster

would want you to be her victim if she dresses up as a slasher or maybe be the spiderman to her deadpool? or even better, be the bride to her frankenstein's monster?

she'd definitely be all over you, doting on you, if you decide to dress up as her bride LOL and then you, casimir and her can be a trio! (frankenstein, his monster and his monster's bride!!)

would want to be more hands-on with the harder stuff of the costume like masks or weaponry but is absolutely useless when it comes to finer detailing like sewing together the clothes

casimir fiala ★ profile

desperately wants to dress up as a mad scientist LMAO just becos he already has the lab coat right so might as well?

would love for you to dress up as his deranged patient or as frankenstein's monster? or as his science experiment?

the outfits would be very home made but casimir is good enough and sewing. he's also very resourceful about things and can figure out how to make a decent enough costume

mel lowell ★ profile

honestly would want to be a wolf and something else couple LOL and no, the irony does not escape him

so something like wolf and red riding hood, wolf and pigs, wolf and sheep, etc etc

would buy the costumes becos he can't really control his shift enough to not freak people out if the two of you go to a party or something

he'd definitely buy online though and he'd make sure they costumes are really durable and can last a long time just in case the two of you want to save them for something else? or for next year

isamu lowell ★ profile

doesn't wanna dress up LOL but not becos he doesn't like halloween! it's becos he wants to go as himself for halloween

unlike mel, he's very eager to just go as a werewolf!

but, like mel, he wants to do a wolf and something else kind of cosplay! honestly, at this point, you might just become three wolves and a lowly sheep group cosplay LOL

like i said before, he won't need to really buy his outfit just becos he'll transform into it LOL but, for your outfit, he'd want it to be the highest quality he can get his hands on becos he wants you to be comfy

leonard lowell ★ profile

honestly, leonard wants to go with the flow so whatever you want! but be warned that he'll be very critical of the outfits LOL

the costume has to be high quality and, if it's not, he'll nag you or just take the costumes and try to do them up a little bit so they're more comfortable

he'd be willing to do a wolf cosplay if you want to go with whatever the other wolves want LOL but he'd be like a very anime-fied sexy werewolf, yknow what i mean?

might even throw in a thick leather collar in there to be extra sexy LOL

[differentclasss]

Halloween Scenarios

Halloween stuff with different Cillian Murphy characters I write for! Not head cannons, just kind of free-style scenarios. Thought I should do something for the season! 0:)

c/w: uh drugging, (yeah nothing happens it’s just Crane being a mischievous asshole) sex is implied and talked about but not written directly, suggestive material, and yadadada typical viewer discretion. 

Characters: Jonathan Crane, Neil Lewis, and Jim (Delinquent Season) 

A/N: It’s short but I just wanted to post a little something. Might do some more characters tomorrow or on Halloween depending on my schedule. Thanks!!

Jonathan Crane (Nolanverse)

Jonathan likes the idea of Halloween but finds that as an adult it’s less about getting scared and more about dressing up and getting trashed at parties. It's safe to say he doesn't celebrate it like that. He has one costume and it's purely for work.

 He has a few ways of celebrating it, one being to stay inside and watch horror movies with you. It's a lot more fun for him if you're scared so he makes it his goal to find the goriest and scariest horror movies. 

His favorite way of celebrating it though would be to scare the hell out of you. Before you would watch these films with him, he'd slip a bit of his fear toxin into your drink just to get more enjoyment out of the night with you. Nothing to break you, just something to make you uncharacteristically freaked out. A movie that you usually aren't afraid of, maybe you even found it a little silly, now suddenly has you hiding your face in your hands and grabbing at his arm. He'd laugh and watch you while amused.

The rest of the night you'd be very clingy towards him. Too scared to want to do anything regarding the holiday. He’d chide you and say, “Dear, it was just a movie. I have no idea what got into you!” Always coming off like he had no idea what was getting into you. You’d try to laugh it off and say something like, “Maybe I’m just not the Halloween type anymore.” After all, you were none the wiser. Jonathan didn’t feel bad about it, what was Halloween without a little bit of fear anyway?

Neil Lewis (Watching the Detectives)

Neil adores Halloween, it's a little childish but you would have to do a couple costumes with him. He’d spend way too much energy thinking about the perfect one. Something a little obscure and maybe even pretentious, like two lovers in a classic 1940's film. Neil made a holiday for the whole month of October. Either going to cheap drive-ins showing old horror movies or going to haunted houses and hayrides. It was cheesy, but you made him want to do cheesy things on the account that he liked you. 

Neil took you to a little drive-in on a Saturday for a double feature of Halloween and Halloween II, it was a nice gesture despite both of you having seen this movie just short of a dozen times. You mocked a scared look whenever there was a jump scare and shared some laughs over the movie's age.

In the privacy of his car, you could get close to him. Neil would pretend to have his eyes glued to the screen while you first put your head on his shoulder and your hand on his bicep. Your hand trails down to his stomach as you kiss his neck and feel him shiver. You giggled a little and then he did too. You continue to kiss him and try to unbuckle his jeans before he moves and looks at you with a boyish grin. 

“If I would’ve known you get like this during Halloween out of all movies…” He teased despite being a little flustered. 

“Do you wanna go home and finish this movie there?” You ask with faux innocence and he nods quickly. Neither of you watched the movie when at home. 

Jim (Delinquent Season)((My favorite guy failure))

Jim isn’t too excited about Halloween but he does like that it’s an opportunity to see you in a revealing costume. You had the grand idea of going as the pin-up model, Bettie Page. You didn’t tell Jim in advance, wanting to surprise him. Neither of you had any plans that Halloween, but you still wanted to indulge in a little bit of the holiday.

“I wouldn’t mind in the slightest if you just wanted to go as a Playboy Bunny.” Jim teases you as you open up a package in the mail. 

You laughed and shook your head as he watched you tear open the package. You hold up the little black corset top in one hand and the black high-waisted mini skirt in another. He laughed when he saw it, looking amusingly surprised. 

“I think there’s a wig in here somewhere…” You told him with a little laugh as you put down the clothes and shifted through the package. 

“I think you should try it on.” He offered, obviously a little excited about the prospect of seeing you in something just short of lingerie. “You know, make sure it fits.”

“Yeah?” You teased. “Is that the only reason why I should try it on?”

Jim walked behind you and put his hands on your hips as he kissed you softly on the neck. 

“No,” He laughed and let his hands roam around your body for a moment. “I also want to see you in it. You’ll look so good…”

“Fine,” You smile and lean your head a tad so he can kiss your neck a bit more. “You might have to help me with the stockings though…”

“I have no objections to that at all.”

Bonus!

Jackson Rippner

“It’s Halloween?”

“Yeah, Jack.”

“Hm.”

(I don’t take him for a Halloween, he’s much more focused on domestic terrorism and all that silly stuff!)

Happy Halloween! Sorry if this is stupid or badly written, I just had to write something, it's been a while.

[polyklok]

your first ask (Murderface x reader) was incredible and so sweet 😭 can I request another Murderface but this time kind of the reverse situation, with him comforting an s/o who's feeling insecure (maybe about their own appearance?) Thanks! ❤

I’m so sorry it took me forever to answer this!! Life has been kicking my ass, but after a couple weeks it’s done! Had a lot of fun writing this (also, I heavily assumed this was another female reader)

TW: More swearing, physically-insecure reader, Murderface pervs for a little bit, lots of crying, also I’m posting this like 3 minutes after finishing it so it might be a little messy

You were unsure whether to laugh or cry, staring at yourself in the mirror in a ridiculous excuse of a dress. It had looked bad on the hanger, it felt bad as you put it on, but this was just…horrendous!

Tonight was stressful enough. Dethklok was having a party to celebrate their latest album release. Well, it was formal, so less of a party and more so a gathering of big-name executives, celebrities, and plenty of press. Press that would inevitably take pictures and ask questions of everyone there. Including you, for tonight would also be your first public appearance of Murderface’s ‘new’ girlfriend.

Charles had already warned you; you’d be surrounded with cameras, you’d be asked a thousand questions, your every movement would be documented, and the next day, there would be a critique of your every aspect online. The whole thought made you nauseous but William was excited to show you off, so you went with it.

Or…you would have if it weren’t for the dress that had been picked for you. Never before have you doubted Dethklok’s stylists; they had already done your hair and makeup so well! But the little number you were in was atrocious, to say the least.

It was made up of black leather that clung to your skin, hugging your breasts uncomfortably. The torso was covered in metal studs and spikes, making it impossible to place your arms in any natural position. The skirt was had a strange tutu effect, and yet was so short it nearly flashed your ass for the world to see. It was tacky, awkward, and completely informal! Maybe it would’ve worked as some sort of cheap, sexy Halloween costume in a bag…fit for a little girl.

Muddy, black tears began to creep down your cheeks. You held your head up high, desperate to not let them fall. How could master designers make…this?! There was no way something could fail so badly. Was it…you? You let out a pained sob, deciding that there was no way in hell you’d be leaving this room tonight.

“Hey, babe!”

You froze. Not him. Not now. You wiped away your tears, smudging your makeup further onto your face, “Uh, yeah William?”

“Are you ready? I wanna schow thosch fuckersch my girl!” You could see the shadows of his boots shuffle happily from underneath the door, his tone was so optimistic, especially compared to how he usually was about social events. It broke your heart.

“I-I’m sick! I suddenly caught a stomach bug. I’m sorry, but-“

“WHAT?”

He turned the doorknob so hard, the lock broke. You cringed; it was easy to forget just how strong Murderface could be. You yelped, “William!”

He stared at you, slightly impressed at first. Your thighs and cleavage were on full display. But, as his eyes trailed up to your face, teary and smeared with mascara, his heart fell like a rock into his stomach, “Babe?”

You hiccuped, trying to keep up your lie despite the obvious, “I’m si-ick.”

Murderface stood for a bit, unsure on what to do. His instinct yelled at him to protect you…but from what? He moved close, taking your hand in his and looking into your watery eyes. His chest hurt, seeing you so upset.

“I’m sorry,” You said, “I just can’t-“

“What’sch wrong?”

His voice was so soft, so concerned. You broke down, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, “I look so fucking stupid, William.”

He squeezed your torso, wanting to tell you all the sweetest, sappiest things but unable to find the words to do so. “It isch kinda a schtupid dresch,” He managed, feeling the random spikes and stiff leather. He didn’t have a knack for fashion, but if he looked past all the skin that it showed, he could see that it wasn’t the most…flattering outfit.

His reply made you chuckle in between your sobs, “I’m sorry, Murderface. I can’t do it,” You pulled back, looking at him, “Its more than the dress, it’s all those expectations! I don’t want to go out there, looking like this and being stared at and ruining your reputation because I wasn’t good enough!”

It felt good to say, to let out all the pressure. And yet, the fear doubled once you reached the realization. You weren’t ready. You loved Murderface, but he came with a price and you weren’t sure you could pay it.

“You, not good enougch?” He gasped, taking a step back, “You’re…fuchkin’ wonderful! My reputation isch’nt schit-“

“William, don’t.”

“Compared to…Urgch, lischen, I don’t really give a fuck about the fuchkin’ presch or anything. They’re aschholesch. It doesch’nt matter how dumb your dresch looksch or how you anschwer their fuggin’ questionsch, they’re probably gonna hate you.”

You sighed, slumping down onto your bed. Several pops emitted from the dress, giving some slack from the fabric. “So I’m fucked?”

He sat next to you, eyes focused on the floor. “But I really love you. Like, a lot. Scho…yeah, shcrew the goddamn presch.”

His face was beet red, hands gripping knees. While, his affection towards you was obvious (especially considering how he treated most others) he has never said those three words before.

“Oh, William.”

Murderface tugged at his tie and kicked off his boots, “Fuchk it. Charlesch’ll yell at me later. I don’t wanna do this schit without you.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Schut up, I’m going to.”

You smiled, eyes still sore from all your crying and face sticky with makeup, “I love you too, Murderface.”

[thepaintedlady00]

Jake's POV: Halloween

TW: some mild feelings of inadequacy, man's is RUNNING in this, flirting, some very suggestive language and talk, as always mentions of alcohol, depictions of drunk idiots, a very heated make-out session, a bit of a hand job, some fingering, and the good ol' Russian cockblock!

Here's a little treat for y'all! Jake's POV of this was just too good not to share! 😂 Enjoy!

Jake watched as Lena moved through the mass of bodies, bathed in some unfathomable holy light. It might have just been a costume, some cheap dress with some cheap wings, but god, did she make it feel real. The way she playfully glared at Quinn, and the genuine amusement that followed at the sight of Ari made him suddenly feel nervous.

Looking down at his normal attire, Jake finally understood the meaning of the stripper's previous statement. It's not us you're disappointing. The costume hadn't been for Quinn's benefit but for Lena's. He was an idiot. An underdressed absolute fucking idiot.

The second she approached him, he could see that joyful light in her eyes dim… Disappointment staring back at him. He was familiar with that look, familiar with the bitter sting and the way his whole body tensed at the sight of it. Simone often had that disappointed gleam in her eyes, so one could say he'd gotten used to it. So used to it he'd usually laugh or make some flippant self-important asshole-ish remark and leave it at that. But Jake didn't feel like laughing now.

He almost felt sick. Like the disappointment in Lena's eyes made him physically want to throw up. Why was this different? He wondered. Was it simply the fact that she was disappointed? Or was it the fact that it was her that was disappointed? Then it happened… The thing that made the answer clear. Lena shoved her disappointment down, clearing it from those emerald eyes entirely, and smiled at him.

Simone would have just outright told him how she'd expected better. Howard would have made some mocking passive-aggressive comment. Literally, everyone else in this world would have done something to make him feel guilty or inadequate. And yet, there she was, smiling at him like there wasn't anything wrong… Like he was worthy of it.

What made it different was that Lena moved past it. She didn't try to make him feel anything or try to change his mind. She just smiled at him and gestured to the couple now making out behind her. "Those two are quite the pair, aren't they?"

Fuck. He looked down at his clothes again, a burning hot feeling filling his chest. Disappointment. Jake was disappointed in himself. Fuck. "I gotta go."

He heard her shocked reply, "What?" He felt her quickly reach out to try and halt his steady steps toward the door, but Jake didn't stop. His mind was made up.

That was how he ended up standing on the curb, desperately trying to catch a cab home before abandoning the foolish notion that a cab would be fast enough. 

That was how he ended up running like a madman through the streets. He shoved his way past crowds of dressed-up people, ignoring their angered shouts and focusing on the image of Lena lingering in his mind. 

He practically tore his door off the hinges, slamming it open suddenly enough to cause Hemingway to jump and scatter under his chair with a discontented hiss. Breathing heavily, Jake closed the door. "Sorry, Hem. Gotta be quick."

Quick, as it turned out, would be an almost two-hour process. The first thirty minutes were spent tearing apart the box and struggling to get the dumb costume on. The next thirty minutes were spent meticulously fixing his hair and getting the fake glasses to fit. Then Jake spent an embarrassing amount of time convincing himself to walk out the front door. "You look ridiculous."

Simone had always hated Halloween. She hated the costumes and the loud noise and staying up late and the horror and scares… Everything Jake had once loved about the holiday. He couldn't remember what Halloween had been like with his mom, but if he thought about it long enough, he could sometimes recall her blurry smile. He remembered every Halloween with Simone.

Her dad always got drunk, and her mom always tried too hard while not trying at all. As always, she was all talk and no action. She'd discuss plans with them, but it was Simone that always came through. She was the one that would take him to get a costume, and she was the one that would help him get dressed. Even though she hated it and made snide remarks about how stupid he looked, she still took him trick or treating. She didn't pretend to enjoy it, but she did it.

"Come on," Simone hissed, pulling his arm. "We're going home."

"There's still a whole block left!" He whined.

She turned and glared at him. "You look fucking ridiculous, Jake!"

She'd said as much before they left the house, but now it felt worse somehow. "It's Halloween… It's a dumb costume."

"Well, you're too old for dumb costumes. You're thirteen, for god's sake! What kind of thirteen-year-old still goes trick or treating!"

His eyes stung with tears, and as he looked around at the other kids running wild with their candy bags, he suddenly felt self-conscious. Plenty of thirteen-year-olds were in those crowds, but Jake didn't see that. He wiped his eyes with his stupid costume sleeve and nodded. "You're right. Let's go."

Simone sighed, noticing the change in him like she always did. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just… I don't want you to embarrass yourself."

"It's fine. Let's just go."

As the two walked back, Jake listened to Simone list all the reasons this was for the better. While she talked, Jake quietly decided he didn't like Halloween anymore. Not the costumes or the candy or the loud noises or staying up late. It was stupid, and he'd been stupid for enjoying it at all. 

On that Halloween night, as he lay in bed listening to the other kids laughing in the streets of Cape Cod, Jake decided he didn't like being thirteen anymore.

The conflicting feelings and the relentless echo of Someone's voice in his head quieted when he looked down at his phone and saw a slew of messages waiting for him.

"Did you seriously bail? Everyone's asking where you went. So, text me or whatever, so we know you're not dead." Ari.

"I saw you leave. Hope everything's alright. Call me if you need anything." Ozzy.

"Hey, asshole, where the hell did you run off to? Look, you don't have to dress up or whatever, but you can still lighten up a bit. Just text someone. You might be annoying, but no one wants you to be in any trouble." Quinn.

"Hey… I, uh, hope you're not sick or dead or anything. You, uh, left pretty quick, so everyone's pretty worried about you. Call me if you need anything. Happy Halloween, Jake." Lena.

Jake found his feet moving before his mind had the consciousness to tell them to. At first, he felt ridiculous. Old self-conscious fears of someone telling him he looked stupid or saying he was too old to be dressing up plagued him for a few blocks. But, the closer he got to the bar, the less he cared about what anyone else thought. And then he stepped inside and found her in the low lighting, red hair glowing and wings framing her body in a way that made his heart race.

Watching her eyes widen, and her glossy perfect lips part in shock made the whole thing worth it. He moved around everyone in his way until there, standing among the crowd searching for him, she appeared. Her green eyes found him, and that nervous tension in his gut was replaced by another tension. A need to have her.

As the two drifted closer, he found himself unaware to keep his eyes from wandering. He took in every detail, filthy thoughts… Images of what he wanted to do to her - what he wanted her to do to him… All of it paused at the sound of her soft, slightly horse greeting, "Hey."

"Hey," he answered with an involuntary smile.

She made a quick gesture to his costume and hid a smile of her own. "I thought you didn't do costumes?"

His face suddenly felt hot as he chuckled. "Usually, I don't. But, I figured, why the hell not?"

The awkwardness that hung between them evaporated the second she slid her body right next to his, a long delicate finger dragging down the cheap buttons of his costume. "You know… I've always wanted to fuck a Ghostbuster."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"That your way of saying you're not interested?" She asked, looking up at him through her long lashes.

For a moment, Jake wanted to laugh at her. How she could ever think he'd be anything but interested was laughable. Shaking his head, he answered, "Oh, I'm interested. Always thought girls in angel costumes were sexy."

He watched that playful look grow. "Why's that?"

"I don't know." His eyes drifted again to the soft curve of her neck and the supple cleavage her pretty white dress allowed. Those thoughts were back again, louder than before, impossible to ignore. He wanted her. More than anything, he wanted her to want him. "But I am very interested in seeing that dress above your hips and those legs wrapped around my waist while you moan my name."

Her pupils dilated as she laughed, her body pressing into his. "These wings aren't the best quality, but they'd be a good place to pull on, you know, to help bounce me."

"That's a very good idea." The image instantly filled his mind, and his hands instinctively grabbed fistfuls of her dress. "Though, I am very tempted to just rip it all off you."

"How blasphemous." Her eyes shifted, and it was like he could see the decision being made. "Meet me in the alley?"

"Are you-"

"I'm not drunk or high or anything." She lifted herself on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was far too short to satiate the burning hunger building inside him. She pulled away, whispering the exact words he'd wanted to hear, "I want you."

His fingers traced down her spine, testingly tugging on the base of the wings. "Good, because there's nothing I want more than this."

She pulled away, and his eyes drifted down the length of her. A finger tapped beneath his chin, drawing his attention back to those damn green eyes. "Don't keep me waiting."

Couldn't even if I wanted to, he'd almost said. "I wouldn't dream of it, princess."

He watched her as she slowly made her way through the crowd and out the back door, hips swaying and those pretty eyes of hers catching hid right before she disappeared out the alley door. Holy shit. His heartbeat was thundering in his chest. Pounding so hard he thought he'd break a bone. 

Jake was anxious, buzzing with thrilling anticipation that made him want to run across the alley to the woman waiting for him. Sadly, he knew the feeling of Quinn and Ari's eyes too well. They watched him from their booth and giggled together as they continued drinking. He was hoping to be discreet. An unlikely thing, but one he wanted to attempt anyway. The last thing he and Lena needed was their loud teasing.

So, Jake stopped by the bar, ordered a drink, and acted like nothing had changed. He made small talk with Patrick and Katie, and Oz before the group of bikers came flooding in, providing a perfect cover. He molded into the crowd, carefully weaving through them and out the alley door. From there, it was quick, his feet moving as quickly as he could make them until he opened that last door and saw her standing there.

She froze, halting the obvious packing she'd been doing, and just watched him as he closed the door behind him. Lena looked cold, her costume not providing her much warmth while she waited for him. Jake almost asked her if she wanted a jacket, but that was when she moved forward and pressed her chilled lips to his. Her fingers curled into his costume, and Jake lost any notion of nervous anticipation.

She was here. She wanted him.

Their bodies moved with one another like they'd been made to. Jake pulled her dress up, exposing the soft skin of her bare legs to the brisk air. Lena shuddered against him, breaking away from his lips for a split second to gasp. Heat coursed through him with every sound she made. Pulling her leg up over his hip, he turned them, pressing her into the brick wall and swallowing the whines she made before he pulled away.

His lips stayed as close to hers as he could get them, breath fanning across her face as he breathlessly said, “Take your underwear off.”

She bit her bottom lip, and it took every ounce of control to keep him from ripping them off of her. His eyes drank in the sight of her, bending down to slide the silky garments off. "Better?"

Jake’s hands slid up higher, fingers gliding along the curve of her ass with a nod. God, he'd wanted this for so long, and now… He had to keep himself in check, or this would be over too fast. His hips pressed into hers, forcing another moan from her lips. Keep it together. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“Fuck." Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging softly for one second before she moved them to the front of his shirt and pulled until the buttons popped open.

Fuck. He groaned, helping her get his arms out of the fabric. The feeling of her soft palms running along his bare chest and her nails digging into his back made him almost lose himself. “God damn.”

He hoisted her up, using the wall to help steady her as her legs wrapped around his waist. Reaching between them, he tried to pull the focus back onto her. He needed her to come first. He needed to make sure she enjoyed this just as much as he was. His skilled fingers circled her clit, eliciting sounds that, in Jake's mind, only further proved how goddamn perfect Lena was. 

"Jake." The way she moaned his name and moved herself more desperately against him only made the fire in him burn hotter. When her head tilted back, he didn't waste the chance to latch his mouth onto the gorgeous column of her throat, kissing, sucking, biting, trying to consume her as she had consumed him. "Couch. Now."

Jake almost came right then. The wanton sound of her voice… An order but at the same time a plea. It sent him backward without a second thought, carefully stumbling until his ass hit the old sofa. For a split second, he regretted choosing the alley. It was dirty and dingy… Not what she deserved for their first time. But that moment came and went as Lena's mouth locked back onto his.

The feel of her tightening around his fingers as she pulled his dick free of the costume and wrapped her hand around him. It felt like lightning struck him, filling him with an immeasurable amount of pleasure. His mouth fell open as he mumbled for the wings on her back, desperately pulling her down harder. “Fuck, Lena!”

Withdrawing his fingers, Jake angled his hips, settling his sensitive, pulsing dick settled between the lips of her pussy. She didn't stop the steady rocking of her hips, and he didn't stop pulling her. Each movement of her hips made the tip of him catch against her clit, and Jake watched with lustful eyes as the sensation drove her mad.

God, she was beautiful. Gasping and moaning against his lips, sharing his breath like it was the only oxygen she needed. When her eyes opened, and the blown green of them met his, Jake felt like he'd combust. Lena's eyes mirrored his. Desire, lust, hunger but also that speck of a thing… That feeling that neither of them had mentioned aloud. Passion and vulnerability. Trust and intimacy. Things he'd never felt before. Things he'd never expected to find in her eyes.

This was real. It was more than a quick fling - more than the sinful urge to have what he wanted, an urge he was more than used to. She was real. What he felt for her… That was more real than anything Jake had known.

His heartbeat skipped around, fear stealing the breath from his lungs. This was real. It was different and good, and… he didn't deserve it.

“Jake." The soft whisper of his name, her voice, was enough to pull him from that spiral of uncertainty. Her hand moved between them, carefully guiding him where he - both of them - wanted to be most.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged, shoving any doubt and fear from his mind, focusing on her. Just her. He roughly tugged on the straps of her dress, wanting… No needing for more. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

“GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ONE ANOTHER!” That good for nothing, god damn fucking Russian!

Both of them froze, and Jake watched a fury that matched, no, surpassed his own fill Lena's eyes. She whirled her head around, casting that hellish gaze on the drunken Russian. “SASHA!”

Quinn and Ari drunkenly scrambled through the doorway after him. Jake groaned, head falling back against the shity cushion. God damnit. "This is cheating!”

Ari hiccupped. “You can’t just barge in on them!”

“This is America, lesbians! I can do whatever I want!” Sasha yelled words slurred and a glassy look in his eyes.

She moved off Jake’s lap, shoulders set and fists clenched, clearly seconds away from a fight. He shoved himself back into the costume and grabbed her arms as she began to unleash that anger on the drunken crowd. "Are you guys fucking serious?! Our sex is not any of your business, and you absolutely have NO RIGHT barging out here when you know we’re-”

Sasha’s watch beeped. Midnight. “I WIN! Pay up, you vaginas! I WIN!”

As he celebrated his victory, Jake forced his angry breaths out of his lungs. He'd fucking kick Sasha's ass later. That is, if there was anything left to kick once Lena was through with him.

“On my god!” She groaned, frustratedly fixing her dress.

Ari and Quinn fished cash out of their costumes with huffy sighs. “You guys couldn’t have jumped on each other like two minutes earlier?”

I swear to god… “I’ll fucking kill you.”

The rest of the night was spent in seething silence. Neither of them wanted to have the dressed discussion of what almost happened… Or face the reality of the fact that they both wanted nothing more than to finish what they'd started. Sasha loudly boasted again about his victory, and Jake scowled. And maybe kill a Russian too. When the time came for the idiots to crash at Lens's house, Jake walked them all home beside her. That frustration and deep-rooted ache coursing through his body made it hard to think of anything other than the feel of her body against his. When she turned and offered him a sigh, he felt some of the weight ease. 

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said, still sounding as disappointed as he felt. He realized then she likely thought that this would be a wake-up call or something for him. Lena Harrow likely thought this minor - annoying and fucking ridiculous - interruption would be enough for him to give up the seemingly endless pursuit of her.

And so, before she could disappear into her apartment building, Jake reached out and stopped her. He pulled her back to face him and kissed her. It wasn't as ravenous as their kiss in the alley had been and not nearly as heated as the others they'd shared over the months that had passed. This kiss was softer, a bit shy… It was a silent assurance that tonight hadn't changed his mind.

You are not some quick thing to me. He wanted to tell her. But, as he looked down at her flushed cheeks and dark eyes, he knew he didn't need to. Lena felt it. She felt that hum of something between them. And so, he set his forehead against yours with a simple, "Night, princess."

"Goodnight, tough guy," she replied, just as simply.

By the time he'd gotten back home, most of his anger had faded. Jake was going to get Sasha back for the interruption, of course, but for now, he focused on having spent this Halloween among friends. He tossed his shoes into a corner, slammed his door shut, and promptly fell into his bed.

Hemingway jumped up to join him, pawing at Jake's costume for a minute before he gently rolled into his chest with soft purs. Chuckling, Jake gave the cat what he wanted and scratched his head. "At least one of us had a good night."

Meow.

Staring up at his ceiling, he sighed. "Now that I think about it, my night was still pretty good."

On that Halloween night, as he lay in bed listening to the city noise, Jake decided Halloween wasn't as stupid as he thought. That night he smiled, quietly wondering what Lena would want him to dress up as next year.

[powerfultenderness]

Maid To Kill

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary: When you have to sneak into a party at the Governor’s Mansion, you have no choice but to buy a couple of cheap costumes. Or: You make Adrian dress up as a sexy maid.

Warnings: Canon typical violence + blood.

Word Count: 1408

A/N: I really did try to keep it short. A bonus #Vigilante Halloween fic inspired by [this maid outfit Adrian] by @lululandd

[#Vigilante Halloween Masterlist] 

[Masterlist]

[Dividers]

The mission had just started and things were already going sideways. The team had to split up and now you were running through a Wal-Mart to find a cheap costume for you and Vigilante. 

You grabbed the first two that would fit you and Adrian and jogged through the store to the self checkout. You happened by the makeup section and impulsively grabbed a tube of lip gloss and an eye liner pencil before checking out.

It took just over ten minutes to get back to the van.

“Okay, this was all they had.” You started cautiously before handing Adrian the pack of clothes sealed in a plastic square.

He blinked and flipped the package over, the woman on the front dressed in a frilly maid outfit smiling at you John. 

You swat a hand at John when he started to laugh and looked back at Adrian. “Honestly, I feel like you have the legs to pull it off.” 

He flipped the package around once again and stared at the picture of the pretty maid. Then a grin slowly spread across his face and he nodded, “fuck yea I do! I never skip leg day!” 

While John drove to the Governor's Mansion, you and Adrian changed into your costumes. Paired with the pants you were already wearing, you had a simple pirate costume, just a loose fitting blouse with billowing sleeves and a flimsy eyepatch. 

Adrian’s costume was a bit more detailed. He was able to get into the black dress just fine on his own, but needed help with the little bowtie on the front and the headband. 

“We’ll just have to keep your combat boots and call it a look.” You said as you sat back and admired him.

The dress was short, very short. His boxer briefs peeked out from under the skirt, leaving most of his meaty things exposed. The knee high socks that came with the outfit barely reached his calves. And you heard a seam tear somewhere, if you had to guess, it was probably the sleeves that were stretched around his biceps. 

“Here, I also got this.” You sat next to him and pulled out the little bit of makeup that you bought.

“Uh...is that necessary?” It was the first hint of hesitation you'd seen from him.

“You gotta look the part. Trust me." You gently took his chin in hand to apply a thin layer of the cherry flavored gloss to his lips.  

"Stay still," you tried sooth as you tried to apply the eyeliner next. 

He winced and leaned back, “you’re going to poke my eye out!” 

“I won’t if you stay still!” 

You had to stop while the van was in motion, so you took that time to play with fix his hair, moving his pretty curls in perfect place around the headband. 

By the time John was parking, you were done with his eyeliner. It was a little on the thick side, a result of having to fix a mistake or two with no make up wipes, but with his big eyes, full lashes (you really should have bought mascara too!) and glasses, it looked quite good! 

“If you can’t get in through the front,” John gave you some details of the mansion that he was able to find, “there should be a servant's entrance on the west side. You’ll probably have to take out some guards.” 

“Hey,” Adrian interrupted, “I think I need more lip-gloss.” 

You had to bite back a laugh, you knew he’d end up eating it! Though the maid outfit came with an apron, it wasn’t functional in the least, meaning Adrian had no pockets. After he applied a very generous coat he handed it back to you and you kept it in one of your pockets.

“We’ll be going in less armed than usual,” especially Adrian, “so we need to keep a low profile until the others get here to back us up anyways.” You gave Adrian a pointed look, “got it?” 

He nodded, “take out the guards at the west entrance. Got it!”

“No!” 

You pushed him out of the van before John could correct him. “We’re just scouting for now, ok? We get in, count the guards, find the goo, and wait for the others.” 

When things don’t go according to plan, they really don't go according to plan. Unable to get in through the main entrance because you weren't on the list, you and Adrian did indeed have to take out the guards at the side entrance. 

Once inside, however, things got worse. More guards, definitely butterflies. Thankfully you had spent so long in line trying to get in the front, that the others were only minutes out.

Adrian, armed with only a tactical knife, took out what butterflies made it close while you did your best to take out opponents from a distance with your gun. With nowhere to take cover you had no choice but to keep pushing forward.

The two of you dove into the first room you came across, immediately faced with three more guards. Adrian rolled up from his dive and drove his knife up through the jaw of the first, surprised, guard.

You took a headshot at the one furthest in the room and by the time you spotted the third guy, Adrian had already stabbed the man through both eyes. 

“That was so cool!” He cheered and looked at you with a wild smile. There was blood sprayed across his face, splattered against his glasses and staining the front of his costume in violent red.

You coughed and looked back to the door, there should be more guards coming through any second now. Besides, at this rate, Adrian was becoming a distraction to you! How the hell could a man in a maid costume with a goofy smile and covered in gore be so hot?

The echoes of another firefight, one in which Adrian nearly rushed out into, gave tale to the others arrival. 

“Hey, open one of these boxes.” You instructed Adrian to distract him from the fight he was currently missing.

His blade was clean, wiped off on his apron, but his hands were still covered in blood. He left bloody fingerprints everywhere.

“Oh, this is the same stuff Peacemaker was feeding Goff!” 

It only took a few more minutes for the others to join you and Adrian.

Harcourt pushed past Peacemaker and Adebayo to the boxes Adrian was standing next to. She took one glance at the contents and nodded, “good job. Now we have to destroy it.”

“How?” Adrian questioned, a sly smile spreading across his face, as he held a bottle of the amber fluid above his head.

“Not like that!” You stopped him from smashing the thing on the ground.

“Aww!” He pouted and dropped it back in the box.

“Harcourt?” You half laughed as you bumped her shoulder. She was staring at Adrian. “I knew I wouldn't be the only one.”

“What?” Peacemaker and Adrian asked at the same time.

“Nothing. Burn it.” Harcourt answered while she glared at you.

“Hey, what’d you mean?” Peacemaker asked you as you started to check boxes for anything flammable.

“Oh. I caught Harcourt checking out Adrian.” 

“Shut up!” There was even a visible blush on her face as she yelled at you. 

Adrian and Peacemaker both gasped and looked at her. “Really?” “Seriously?”

“Just do your jobs!” 

You made the questionable decision to tease your boss. “She thinks he’s pretty~!” 

Adrian, always one to jump in when someone else was getting teased, laughed with you, but suddenly stopped. “Wait a minute! You said: “I knew I wouldn’t be the only one.” That means you think I’m pretty too!” He turned his laughter at you and pointed.

“We’re dating!” You reminded him, “do you really think I didn’t know what I was doing when I put you in that costume?”

“Just get back to the van!” Harcourt yelled and pushed the two of you out of the already burning room.

“I need more lip-gloss.” Adrian said as you walked back to the van. With it being Halloween, no one who caught sight of how bloody Adrian was gave it a second thought. 

Once again he applied a very thick coat before handing the tube of gloss back to you. “Happy Halloween, babe!” He kissed your cheek, leaving a smear of thick lip gloss and blood on your face. 

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[polarisbibliotheque]

Devil May Halloween - The Horror Amusement Park (Halloween with the crew)

Devil May Halloween 2022 - The Horror Amusement Park, Prologue (Reader and the crew spending Halloween together)

Pairing: During this Prologue, none. You can read it pairing the reader with anyone you want ;)

Summary: The 'Nightmares From Hell' horror amusement park had just stopped by Redgrave. After a few talks and Halloween enthusiasts, the DMC crew decide to visit it together, in order to have a bit of fun and wind down... Tough a cursed puzzle box might change those plans. (buckle up, it's a long one)

Author's Notes: You guys didn't think I'd forget you this Halloween, right? This is just the Prologue, then I'll update with Dante x Reader and Vergil x Reader parts, in a sort of "choose your own path" adventure (meaning, they'll have the same prologue, but then you decide if you want to read the whole ~incident~ with Dante or Vergil. Or both! Then the ending will be the same when the crew gets together again)! If I manage to finish them both by Halloween and have some time left, I'll try to deliver a Nero one too ^^

Happy Halloween, devil hunters, demons and lil' critters :3

Prologue

“Oh, hell yeah! This place looks friggin’ awesome!”

It seemed like Christmas was approaching to Nico while she looked at the ominous gates of the horror themed park the whole crew decided to visit on Halloween: the Nightmares From Hell.

It wasn’t too planned really. Nero saw someone talking about it on TV, Nico heard something on the radio, you talked about it with Dante, Kyrie seemed a little too nervous about it, Lady saw something about it while looking for a job and brought Trish on the loop… And Vergil eventually got what you were all talking about. Soon, everyone seemed to agree it would be something nice for the crew to do together.

Well, not everyone. Trish was neutral: if everyone decided to go, she’d go as well. Vergil had absolutely no interest in such human foolishness – to think they could do something as terrible as what he had experienced in Hell. Kyrie was adamant in not going: she loved kids Halloween, but hated the more adult side of things – all the scares, horror and gore was definitely not for her.

Dante had to do a little convincing with his brother, you helping Vergil understand it all was for fun – it took the blue devil quite a long time to even begin to comprehend why humans would find anything Hell related remotely fun. In the end, you had convinced him to go as a way to bond with everyone in the crew – especially since Nero would be there.

Now, Kyrie had to be convinced by her devil in shining armor. She kept denying until Nero showed her something he found to be incredible: Lady, Trish, you, Dante and Vergil all talking about the horror park and what you guys would do together, what kind of costumes you’d wear and how Vergil would scare people more than the actors themselves – Lady, though, seemed to be a child on her first Halloween. Nero and Kyrie had never seen her so excited for something; perhaps only Christmas at the Devil May Cry.

With that, Kyrie had to say yes.

“I really don’t know about that…” Kyrie sighed, getting closer to Nero. He didn’t even think twice before wrapping one arm around his girl.

There was something of sweet about their Halloween costumes: Kyrie put on one of her flowy white dresses, pairing it with feathery angel wings on her back and a golden crown adorning her coppery hair. Nero, on the other hand, went for the demon look: wearing his dirty, fake-bloodied clothes from his last job, you insisted on painting his ‘half-trigger’ looks – the blue lines that appeared on his face, some fake fangs and nails, his arms like his old devil bringer and a cheap plastic tiara adorned with blue devil horns.

No one could deny it: they were indeed a perfect couple.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m here, remember?” Nero cuddled her closer, smiling while watching her eye nervously at those gates. He wouldn’t admit, but he loved being her one and only protector. “Anything bad happen, I’m stayin’ with ya. No need to do somethin’ you don’t want, angel.”

Kyrie had to look back at him and smile when Nero called her like that.

“But not going on things is soooo not fun! We’re here to have fun together, dumbass!” Nico had to complain, all in her Eddie Munson costume glory. The thought of not having Nero around inside the horror mazes to poke some fun at her co-worker demon hunter was, actually, unthinkable.

“We’re all here, lil’ angel! No reason to be scared!” Dante playfully pinched Kyrie’s cheek, making her laugh. The Crimson Slayer decided to go all out during the Halloween and, with your help, dressed up as an 80’s rockstar. You were positive Mötley Crüe would be proud of his looks. “If things get too ugly, we just call lil’ ol’ Verge over there and even the monsters will run away; that, I’m sure!”

Vergil just limited himself to give his twin brother an annoyed look that could freeze the coldest of hearts. Keeping his arms crossed, it was one of the first times he ditched his usual attire for something else: the crew’s very own Necromancer. It was your idea and it seemed right up Vergil’s alley – plus, he found a way to carry Yamato as a makeshift staff, avoiding the terrifying thought of going out without his most beloved weapon.

Dante and Vergil couldn’t have planned to be more opposites than those last-minute Halloween costumes.

“Also, you can stay around us.” Trish threw back the lock of golden hair she was playing with, letting it rest on her shiny, vinyl Catwoman suit. Full Michelle Pfeiffer movie look, she opted for having her hair lose under the torn mask and messy makeup. “I think no one will want to mess with me, Lady or y/n.”

You and Lady exchanged a knowing look and laughed after that comment. Trish was right: having the beautiful devil as Catwoman, Lady full on her 90’s goth attire as the witch Nancy from The Craft – a movie you three ended up watching together and discovered it was one of her favorites – and you full in black and the iconic makeup of Eric Draven from The Crow, it was very unlikely people would mess with you.

Needless to say, Kyrie was safer than anyone else in that park.

“Well, are we going to just stand here and watch?” Lady finally put her hands on her waist and questioned the crew – receiving both eager, fearful and bored looks. “Let’s go in already!”

“You heard the woman! Let’s go!” You, charged with keeping the tickets safe, started distributing them so you could finally cross the gates of Nightmares From Hell. As Dante would always say, you all expected that to be one hell of a party – and it surely would be.

*

“The only hellish thing about this place is the amount of people screaming and running around aimlessly.” Vergil scoffed with an annoyed look in his eyes, one hand safely inside the pocket of his pants while the other safely held Yamato.

It was funny, really. The guy at the entrance of the park tried to make Vergil show him if it was a real blade, but just one glare of the blue devil made him give up on that. He allowed entrance when Vergil simply muttered it was a cane.

The man definitely wouldn’t argue.

“Oh, c’mon. I bet you’re having fun, necromancer.” You side eyed him, a tiny smile showing on your black lips. Vergil responded the look.

“Perhaps I was wrong bringing you back from the dead, Draven.”

That little comment made the whole crew stop on their tracks and look back at both of you.

“Did you…?” Nero started blabbering, pointing at his father – still protecting Kyrie with one of his arms. “Did he… Just made a joke? And a movie reference? All in one?!”

“Boy, this Halloween sure promises to be creepy!” Dante had to laugh while Vergil rolled his eyes, seemingly impatient. All you could do was laugh with everyone else.

“I know, right? There’s hope for the Dark Slayer!” You patted Vergil’s shoulder, immediately pointing at something else that caught your attention. “Wait – are those candied apples?!”

“Where?!” Lady immediately turned around, seeing a witch booth, selling all kinds of candied apples and what it was labeled as love potions. “No way! We gotta get one!”

“You don’t have to say it twice!” You entangled your arm around hers and off you both went, talking about your favorite Halloween foods.

“Didn’t know they loved those things so much.” Dante had his eyebrows raised, as Kyrie started to pull Nero towards the booth.

“C’mon, man! Everyone loves candied apples!” Nico answered the red devil before turning around and running after all of you. “Hey! Wait for me! You bunch of hungry raccoons!”

Vergil and Dante just glanced at Trish, who started following the group with a faster pace, but still gracefully swinging her hips.

“Not gonna lie – I love candied apples too. Like all humans apparently, huh?” She winked at the twins, spinning on her heels to turn back to the booth and making her golden hair elegantly flow in the night.

Dante and Vergil stood there for a while, watching as you all made a fuss around the witch and discussed the love potions – different drinks with all kinds of flavors, but, of course, Nico would never stop annoying Nero and Trish had to tease Lady, at least a little bit. You and Kyrie just laughed as you watched all the mayhem, nibbling at your apples and choosing the best love potion for each of you.

“Maybe they got some strawberries with chocolate…?” Dante finally suggested, making Vergil close his eyes with a tiny smile hidden in his stern lips.

“Our preferences have never really been human, right?” Even though Vergil’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, still holding tightly to Yamato, he had quite an amused tone to his voice.

“Eh, what can I say. Demons have different tastes.” Dante shrugged, satisfied with the sort of relationship he and Vergil had built so far. It wasn’t the most loving or amazing brotherly dynamic, but they had their laughs and internal jokes – and Dante missed that, honestly.

Vergil would never admit it, but it was one of the things his heart bled for in Hell. Only after having it back, rebuilding that sort of dynamic with his twin brother, Vergil noticed there was a void inside of him only family could fill – only Dante. Of course, he loved Nero, and the boy was his son, but having a brother who grew up with him, went through the same family trauma, survived all the horrors they had both seen… It was different. It was home.

“Remember when mother tried to make candied apples…?” Vergil’s voice barely broke the noises of music, screams, laughs and horrifying sounds of the park, but he knew Dante could listen to him very well. Both had the same kind of hearing, inherited from their father.

“Hah! I thought you wouldn’t remember that!” Dante rested his hands on his hips, letting a good laugh out of his chest. “We couldn’t break that coat of sugar if our lives depended on it!”

“Father had to use his demon fangs to taste it just so mother wouldn’t be sad her recipe didn’t work.” Vergil finally looked at Dante, now having a noticeable smile on his face. It was one of the very rare times Dante saw him smiling in such a carefree manner – and it made his heart happier.

The whole night was worth it just because of that moment, in his opinion.

“We didn’t know how to trigger back then, it broke her heart when she saw dad breaking our apples!” Dante could see that scene as bright as day, and Vergil couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“We never ate candied apples again.”

Dante rested one of his hands on Vergil’s shoulder, almost breathless from laughing. Vergil kept his arms crossed, but his body was turned towards his brother, laughing alongside him with rare care in his cold eyes. They had completely forgotten about the candied apple incident, but being there with each other and the crew, talking as if they had no worries and putting down their alertness for a while, it had all come back – and, honestly, they hoped for even more moments like that.

“Let’s hope for strawberries, or else we are doomed.” Vergil adjusted his posture, starting to walk alongside his brother.

“Strawberries with chocolate, bro. Let’s not forget your favorite part!” Dante winked at him, resting his hands inside the pockets of his old coat he wore during the Temen-ni-gru incident. It still fitted absurdly well, given how much time had passed. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d be ready for candied apples again.”

“I would like to keep all my fangs.” Vergil scoffed, making Dante burst out in laughs.

“You’re supposed to be a necromancer, don’t start with the vampire lingo.” You took another bite of your shiny, bright red apple – just ignoring how much of your makeup you would have to retouch after eating.

“Hey, it’s not our fault we do have fangs, beautiful.” Dante winked at you, making you giggle in response. He was a perfect rocker from the 80’s. “But hey, ya think they’ve somethin’ other than apples?”

“Why? Do you guys have a trauma of apples or somethin’?” Of course, Nero asked as a joke – but Dante and Vergil just stared at him seriously in response. Everyone stopped their laughs and Nero furrowed his eyebrows, immediately worried he joked about something he shouldn’t have. “What…? Are there… Demon apples?

“You don’t wanna know, kid. Trust me.” Dante replied in his completely out of character serious demeanor.

“It is safer if you remain in ignorance. All of you.” Vergil used his stoic tone, eyes cold as ice from the nineth circle of Hell.

It was safe to say the whole crew got creeped out – the Sparda twins, in another hand, were internally laughing together, as if they were still two children pulling pranks on oblivious people during Halloween.

They wouldn’t let the rest of the crew know, though. It would be another of their internal jokes.

“I can assure both of you there’s nothing demonic in my apples.” The lady from the booth used a sing song tune to lure their attention, a perfect and deadly witch who dealt with all kinds of delights and afflictions of love. “Would you like to taste one?”

“Well, you see, babe, I’m more of a strawberry kind of guy.” Dante leaned on the booth, and you could clearly see: if he had ever found some bandmates, he would have been one of the greatest rockstars the world had seen. He had the looks, the sass, the attitude – and, of course, you all knew he could break the gates of Hell with his guitar playing. Literally. “And my bro here, he’s really into chocolate. A lil’ too much, if I might say so.”

Vergil, once more, rolled his eyes at Dante’s antics, while the witch giggled gracefully, completely smitten by those charming men that had stopped by.

“I can say the same regarding his love of strawberries. It borders unhealthy even.” Vergil had to use his voice to sting like the thorns of a rose. That made her even more delighted by them – even if Vergil wasn’t even trying to be charming.

“Yeah. I’m an unhealthy stuff kind of guy too, if you know what I mean.” Dante winked at her, making you shake your head while laughing. He was hopeless. “Would you by any chance have chocolate strawberries for us?”

“Well… I don’t have it here right now…” She glanced the twins, taking her cellphone from one of the pockets on her skirt. “But I can work some magic to bring them. Can you wait a bit?”

“I can wait all night for magic like that to happen, babe!” Dante let out one of his hearty laughs and she immediately started typing.

“Does he always makes himself look like a fool like that…?” Lady took a bite from her glistening cherry red apple, crunching it on her teeth – just like you, she would have to retouch her black lips.

“U-hum.” Trish didn’t even think before answering rather uninterested, cleaning a little bit of red love potion that dripped from her blood red lips. “A trainwreck, really.”

“I bet Nero wants to die right now.” Your comment came right before taking another bite from your apple. That immediately turned your attention to Nero, Kyrie and Nico – he didn’t know what to do with himself, blushing viciously while apparently trying to get Kyrie out of there, but she and Nico insisted on staying and waiting for Dante and Vergil’s food to arrive. “Poor boy is gonna die out of shame because of his rockstar uncle.”

“We should’ve told him to dress as something else.” Lady sighed a little hopelessly, one of her hands resting on her hips. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I think it’s fun. Look at Vergil’s face.” Trish pointed at the blue devil with her apple, giggling right as you all focused on his painfully annoyed expression. Every bit of shameless behavior Dante had, Vergil seemed to lack. “I wouldn’t mind watching this the whole night. That’s the best I’ve ever seen of the great Sparda twins.”

“C’mon. You gotta do something.” Nero finally approached you, holding Kyrie’s hand while she and Nico followed him with giggles on their lips. They obviously were having a little bit too much fun with all of that as well.

“And spoil all the fun?” Trish was painfully honest sometimes – making Nico burst into a fit of laughter and Kyrie try her best to hold hers in, while Nero just stared soullessly at the woman in the shiny vinyl catsuit. “You have to admit this is at least… A little fun.”

She winked back at Nero, just enhancing everyone’s reaction. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“C’mon… We can at least leave ‘em here and do somethin’ else…” Of all the families he could have had… Nero had to be on that one.

He loved all of you, with his heart and soul, even. He wouldn’t flinch if it came to sacrificing himself for anyone in the crew. But that didn’t mean sometimes you were all too much for him to bear and he just wanted to leave you all laughing together in a fit of anger.

Of course, at least assuring Kyrie he still loved her and it had nothing to do with her.

“Hmmm… I think the kiddo is right, we could get to a line or something.” Lady pointed at the nearest horror maze around. “I mean, the place is packed. It wouldn’t hurt to get us some spots in the waiting line.”

“Thank you, Lady!” Nero seemed like he was about to grab her by her shoulders and kiss both of her cheeks. She couldn’t stop herself from giggling as soon as he wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, still holding Kyrie’s hand. They were his girls now. “You heard her! She’s right! We’re goin’ to the line, get us a spot, someone should be responsible here!”

“Oooooh, c’mon! What if your ol’ man needs some help, huh?!” Nico had to tease him, making Trish laugh gracefully while already following Nero, Kyrie and Lady.

“Nico, the man escaped Hell with only his hands and his fuckin’ will – I’m pretty sure he can handle a night with Dante in a horror park!” Nero barely turned around, holding Lady forward so she wouldn’t turn back. The woman just laughed alongside his girlfriend. “We’re goin’, ya can stay if ya want!”

“Hey! Wait for me, dumbass!”

“I’m staying with them, Trish.” You winked at the devilish woman, making her agree with her head. “I’ll meet you guys at the line, ok?”

“Ok, beautiful. Just don’t take too long or die of shame, ok?” She winked back at you, slightly waving her hand with shiny claws. “If you do take too long, we’ll wait you at the exit.”

“Ok, gorgeous, have fun!”

With those words, you walked back to the twins, patiently waiting while Dante casually chatted with the witch – pain filling Vergil’s eyes.

“In need of some salvation, blue devil?”

“I don’t think there’s absolution waiting for me…” Vergil sighed, looking down back at you, moving only his head. “I am forever stuck with this fool as my own blood.”

You could almost see sarcasm dripping from his words, Vergil’s silvery eyes filled with a delighted amusement. You were already proficient in reading the twins, so you knew quite well his foul humor was all just a façade so he wouldn’t show his real feelings towards his brother – and even how much he was enjoying that night.

“Ei, I’m forever stuck with ya as my twin too, asshat. Don’cha go thinkin’ you’re the only one sufferin’ here.” Dante immediately joined the conversation, shifting the witch’s attention to all of you. “I’m not the one with a long history of doin’ dumb shit.”

“You guys are twins?” The witch finally asked, pointing back at Vergil.

“Unfortunately.” The blue devil answered in monotone, making her giggle with endearment. Vergil seriously questioned himself why some humans tended to find his sharp comments and stoic expression so adorable sometimes.

“Ditto.” Dante had to agree with his brother. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at those clowns. “He’s the one who does stupid shit and I’m the one who cleans the mess, though.”

“Oh, really?”

“You’d think it was otherwise, right?” You jumped into the conversation before Vergil could begin arguing. You knew if he decided to go all out on Dante, there would be a monologue fit for Shakespeare and you’d never leave that place before the rest of the crew got inside the maze. “Who’s the more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?”

Vergil immediately turned at you with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes clearly questioning what kind of quote you had just said. It was something he did know, for it was vaguely familiar to him, but escaped him completely.

It was quite a feat to win a quote war against Vergil.

“Star Wars, A New Hope.” You murmured back while Dante’s and the witch’s attention were grabbed by another witch bringing the skewers with strawberries covered in chocolate. “Wise words from old Ben Kenobi.”

“Clearly I need to watch it again.”

“Clearly, blue devil.” You winked back at him, while the witch handed Vergil his skewer.

“I hope it is to your taste, necromancer.” She had so much suggestion dripping from her eyes, you could almost feel it. You had to hold back your laugh while Vergil seemed completely uncomfortable with her flirty demeanor – Dante, in the other hand, didn’t give a damn. “You too, rockstar. Do come back if you want another one, ok? Or if you want something else.”

“Thanks, babe! You’re the best!” Dante replied her wink before leaving the booth alongside you and Vergil – you in the middle of the huge Slayers. Some actors even tried to get you three by surprise in the moment and scare you, but neither you, Dante or Vergil flinched.

Vergil’s hand tightened its grip around Yamato, though, making you hold it as a reflex. It was something he did unconsciously every time he was taken by surprise – and you and Dante always made sure Vergil would know he was safe and there was no reason for using violence.

You were quite lucky he didn’t spawn any summoned swords – that would be a little difficult to hide and to explain.

“Wanna a strawberry, beautiful?” Dante wrapped your shoulders with one of his arms, like a perfect rockstar. He was in character, and you could tell he was loving it.

“Thanks, red devil. I’m pretty satisfied with my apple.” You showed him your empty skewer, having devoured your whole snack. “Nero was too ashamed of your antics and went hiding on the line of that maze over there.”

“Ashamed? I see no reason why!” And, to your and Vergil’s surprise, Dante seemed genuinely confused.

“I am starting to deem myself the more foolish for following him around.” Vergil mused, biting one of the strawberries and taking it off the skewer – some of its juices dripping from his lips. For the first time, he didn’t seem to care about making a mess.

“C’mon! I got us strawberries! With extra chocolate! You should be thanking me, mister smart pants!” Dante pointed at his brother with his skewer, making a small smile appear on the corner of Vergil’s lips stained with chocolate.

“Indeed, that I have.” He recognized, finally relaxing the grip around Yamato – something you felt in your hand that enveloped his. As you started to let it go, though, you felt him tense again, as if asking you not to. You kept holding his hand. “Your foolishness paid off this time.”

“Hey, it always does – and you both can’t disagree!” Dante pointed back at you and Vergil before you could say anything.

“Well… It kinda does, really. I’m not complaining.” You raised your free hand as if you were at gunpoint. “You would’ve been a great rockstar, handsome.”

“Finally, a compliment! You’re gettin’ a strawberry, whether you want it or not, babe!”

You couldn’t really argue against Dante on that – he was always extremely giving, and you wanted him to be a little more selfish, even if it meant starting by enjoying his food all on his own. But Dante couldn’t do that: if he didn’t share it with you, he wouldn’t enjoy it enough. You accepted the strawberry covered in chocolate – with all the help Dante could give so you wouldn’t let it fall or it wouldn’t smear your makeup.

After all, you had just retouched your black lips while he had all that conversation with the witch.

“Oh! She really brought you strawberries! That’s so kind of her!” Kyrie waved as you approached, so you could find them on the line more easily.

“I wouldn’t say it was kindness…” Trish set her devilish eyes on the Sparda’s, making the meaning of her words quite obvious. “But you are dressed as an angel today, dear Kyrie.”

“C’mon, Trish. If you keep like that, Nero’s gonna cover her ears every time you open your mouth to speak.” Lady had to laugh of her co-worker, watching as Nero glanced at them with such an offended expression you didn’t know if it was because of Trish’s comment or Lady’s.

Even though you wouldn’t doubt he would cover Kyrie’s ears whenever someone said something ‘wrong’.

“I’m nooooot…!” Nero didn’t even know what he was disagreeing with, he just wanted to disagree with something.

“You aaaaaare…!” Nico had to drop her two cents on that conversation. “You’ve done it every time I cursed in the van!”

“That’s ‘cause you curse more than a truck driver!” Nero immediately turned at her, looking like he was on the brink of triggering.

“He’s got the short temper from ya.” Dante murmured back to his brother, only you being able to hear what they were talking about.

“The awful vocabulary comes from you, though.” Vergil had to strike back.

There, holding Vergil’s hand and wrapped around one of Dante’s arms, all you could do was smile. You couldn’t have asked for a better family to be a part of.

*

“I really don’t want to go first…”

Kyrie seemed to have her feet – adorned with beautiful and sparkly golden shoes – glued at the entrance. Both of her hands rested over her heart, and you and Lady immediately stepped by her side, each of you entangling your arms around hers. No one would leave Kyrie alone, it was a rule.

She was the innocent angel of the whole crew who should be protected at all costs. It was unnegotiable.

“Hey, if we go first, the actors will think they are the ones scared, remember?” You winked back at her, tightly holding her hand while pointing at the others behind you.

“Besides, we’ll stay here all the time! We’re not letting you go, Kyrie!” Lady smiled at her, making sure the three of you were tight against each other so you all could fit in the smallest of aisles. “If they want to get you, they’ll have to go through me and y/n!”

“Also, they’re all actors. Remember they can’t touch you.” Trish towered behind you, using her nonchalant tone of always. She was born in Hell, it wasn’t like she could get easily scared. “If they do, we can always sue them.”

“Spoke like a true devil.” Dante winked back at her, making Trish blow him a kiss in response.

“I’ll make sure to scream like crazy here behind you!” Nico practically jumped as she followed your footsteps while going into the house-maze. Kyrie couldn’t stop herself from giggling. “They’ll think I’m the scaredy cat of the crew and run after me! It’s a perfect plan, angel!”

Nero, Dante and Vergil followed all of you, like wolves guarding their pack. Dante talked about it with all of you before going to the park: he wasn’t sure how Vergil would react, so it was better if he stayed beside his brother. Nero volunteered to keep his own father on track, making him and Dante casually walk with Vergil in the middle.

The blue devil wasn’t dumb. Even though they acted in their easygoing manner, pointing at the stupid decoration and laughing instead of being scared, Vergil knew why they were flanking him – and was secretly grateful for it. He was used to go full into survival mode whenever something sudden happen – and whenever he was jumpscared. It wasn’t uncommon for Vergil to grab Yamato and judgement cut the TV when you were watching horror movies and he was taken by surprise. He was prone to flinch – but in a deadly way.

You were there to have fun, not to deal with him accidentally killing innocent people out of a survival instinct or having a PTSD meltdown causing mayhem and distress in the whole park. What Dante said was true: Vergil was aware people would fear him more than whatever ‘horrors’ the park could have.

“Ok… Can we run through this room?” Kyrie suddenly stopped on her tracks, pointing a single opening on the other side, lit only by a faint red light. The middle was engulfed in shadows, having no lights whatsoever. You didn’t know what expected you. “I don’t like the dark.”

“Hmmm… I have to be honest, I’m not much of a fan of darkness too.” You eyed the room suspiciously, trying to see if there was something inside – the pitch-black darkness didn’t allow you to do it, though. “I’m all for running and never looking back.”

“Thanks!” Kyrie whispered, looking genuinely happy with your support. After all, you were a demon hunter, just like everyone else in the crew. They weren’t very keen on admitting their fears, so she knew you were admitting that one out loud for her to feel better about it – and it worked. Kyrie didn’t feel like a scared little child.

After all, if a badass devil hunter like yourself was afraid of the dark, it was ok if she was as well.

“We’ll count to three and run for it, ok?” Lady held Kyrie’s hand and you did the same. She looked back, seeing Trish and Nico agree with their heads, ready to run with you. Kyrie giggled – it was one of the very few times she felt invincible.

“Ok. You two, make sure we’re not gonna lose ‘em, ‘kay?” Nero looked at his father and uncle, with them just agreeing with him. He smiled back – there was something warm about them accepting Kyrie was human and having human fears instead of making fun of it. Nero couldn’t be more thankful.

“1, 2… 3! Let’s go!” As Lady announced, you all started running – and, immediately, everyone was laughing. There was something of stupid about it – after all, you killed demons on a daily basis to survive – but that just made it… Special.

It was the first time Lady actually felt like she had friends; like she was part of a group of girls in school who liked to visit haunted houses and giggle as if nothing mattered in the world. It was something she always wanted to have, but it was robbed from her. You could understand that: you finally had friends you were free to be yourself, to hold their hands and laugh, knowing they wouldn’t deem you stupid – knowing they were having as much fun as you were.

With you all, Trish got to live a life she never thought a demon like her could have. You weren’t scared or smitten by her devilish antics, and she was allowed to live, to experience everything humanity had to offer – every feeling, every sorrow, every happiness. Nico and Nero finally had a family: as if you all were siblings, parents, aunts and uncles, knowing none of you would let the other go.

Dante and Vergil… It was the first time since they were kids, they weren’t running side by side to save their lives or stop apocalypses – they were running for fun. It seemed like they were in their home again, playing hide and seek with each other. It was foreign, distant… But warm. Their hearts missed that – they missed being actual brothers, even if they wouldn’t admit it out loud.

As you were nearing the red light passage, though, a door closed and you were all trapped in total darkness.

“Hey, what happened?! What’s goin’ on? Everyone there?!” Nico started asking in a slight panic. It was safe to say everyone was caught by surprise.

“Yeah, we’re here, Nico! Nero and Verge with me! How ‘bout you, ladies?” Dante could see his brother in the dark, Nero a few feet away from them. If they wanted full night vision, they’d have to trigger – but it was probably just something to scare everyone, not an actual problem that called for demonic powers.

“We’re here too! I got Kyrie and y/n with me!” Lady still didn’t let go of Kyrie’s hand, who practically hugged the woman now. “Trish?”

“Safe and sound. I can actually see what’s going on, don’t worry.” Of course, Trish was completely unbothered. “Demon, remember?”

That made everyone let out a nervous laugh. For a few seconds, you forgot there was an actual supernatural being alongside you.

“So, what happened? Is there a way out?” Nico was almost stuttering from the scare, but now she had a slight smile on her voice.

“Hmmm probably. We’ll have to find it, but…” Trish didn’t finish her sentence. She kept looking around the room, seeing all kinds of terrifying decorations as if you were all locked inside a torture chamber. She was sure they’d light some points to help you all see something soon enough.

“But…? What’s wrong, babe?” Dante had his hands on his hips, looking back at Vergil. His brother looked as worried as Trish did, and something weird stirred inside Dante’s chest.

“Nothing. It’s probably nothing.” She dismissed, trying to ignore that pull inside her stomach that told her there was something out of place.

“Hmmm… Probably not, Trish. My hand…” Nero was looking at his fingers on his new arm, now painted as his devil bringer, but he wasn’t sure what was going on. “It’s tingling.”

“Oooooh it’s the spidey sense! His Nero-tingle!” Nico didn’t know where to look, so she was pointing somewhere she thought Nero was standing. “Oooh somethin’ is very wrong!”

“Hey! Don’t call it like that! It’s not a Nero-tingle!”

“Wait, what is it, Nero? I’m out of the loop.” You finally asked, trying to find him in the dark. Kyrie was hugging Lady, who bravely guarded her, so you could try to find the rest of the crew and see what the hell was going on. “We don’t know the Nero-tingle.”

“It’s not a Nero-tingle!” You could swear he would trigger in a matter of seconds. Nero audibly sighed, so done with all of you. “My arm, the one where my devil bringer was, remember? Before dad of the year here tore it off!” Nero pointed back at Vergil, who didn’t say anything. If you all could see, though, you’d see the blue devil looking at the floor like an ashamed puppy. “It tingles whenever there’s somethin’ wrong!”

“Woah, like Frodo's sword? That glows blue when orcs are near?” You had to ask. The words flowed faster than your self-control.

“Ha! That’s even better than the Nero-tingle!” Nico couldn’t stop herself from laughing, even if she was genuinely scared. Whenever Nero felt like that, it wasn’t good.

“I am feeling something as well.” Vergil finally spoke up, knowing Dante agreed with him. “Trish. What do you feel?”

Before she could speak again, a dimmed red light made you all able to see the gruesome decoration. Kyrie flinched in Lady’s arms and you couldn’t stop yourself from at least wincing a little bit: it looked like something straight out of the Hellraiser movies.

“To find a way out of eternal torture, you must solve the room. Good luck.” An ominous voice announced, making you all sigh.

“I don’t think it’s an actual demon…” Trish finally answered Vergil’s question. “I do feel it's more of an object. They probably stumbled into something very real while doing this whole decoration.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Nico waved her hands, finally being able to see everyone. “You’re sayin’ there’s some devil arm or somethin’ like that in here?!”

“I’m saying there is a probability.” Trish sighed, slightly opening her arms to show the room around her. “But there’s a lot of stuff here. We could get started on solving the puzzle and see if we can find whatever it is.”

“Works for me.” Dante immediately started looking around. “Just make sure whatever it is, you guys give it to me, ok?”

“The guardian of the weird devilish stuff.” You teased him, making Dante smile in return.

“What can I say? The shop is almost a museum already!”

It didn’t take long for Kyrie to find a hidden door – eager to leave that gruesome place. The only problem was that you all needed a key to escape, and said key was hidden in that dim lit, cluttered room with fake blood dripping down the walls.

Vergil seemed completely unfazed by all the decoration. No one ever asked him what Hell looked like, but, given his reaction, you all could conclude he saw much worse. Dante seemed completely unbothered just like his brother, always with his carefree smile and even playing around with the fake decoration – to Kyrie’s horror. Nero had a little bit more of good sense, telling his uncle to knock it off, but doing a joke or two.

Trish kept looking as if it was all normal, agreeing with you wincing at some gruesome detail every now and then – even if she was a demon, she lived among humans for so long now, she knew what was right and what was wrong. Any of you would consider her a full devil.

Lady and Nico wandered around with Kyrie, telling her not to look at some things and trying to figure out where the key to the door would be. They avoided some things, calling either Dante or Vergil to take a look when it was a little too much for them but it could have something interesting inside.

It was just when you opened a cabinet that you called Nico to take a look at it with you.

“What’s up, pretty thing?”

“Puzzle boxes!” You pointed at the various rows filled with puzzle boxes of all sizes. If you thought that place reminded you of Hellraiser, now you were positive. “Do you think one of them can have a key inside?”

“Absolutely! If it was me, I’d definitely hide a key in a puzzle box!” Her eyes were now glowing with excitement, seeing the different shapes and forms, from the most intricate to the simplest of contraptions. It was even better than Christmas for the gunsmith virtuosa. “Say, if each of us try to solve a box, we’ll go through ‘em in no time!”

“You gotta leave the simple ones to the Spardas, or else we’ll be stuck here forever.” Your comment made her snort right away, shaking her head in agreement.

“You’re right. If we depend on that nut-head, we’re screwed!” She pointed at Nero, taking one of the simpler boxes and immediately calling him. “Ei! Demon boy! Catch!”

“What?” But Nero immediately caught the box, his reflexes never failing. “The hell is this, Nico?!”

“A puzzle box, you dumbass! Never seen one?” She made it sound like it was obvious, throwing everyone a box she got from the cabinet. “I’m pretty sure they put the key in here. We gotta open them to get out!”

“That… Is actually very smart.” Kyrie turned her box between her fingers, seeing how the flowery patterns complimented each other.

“I know, right?” Nico smiled proudly, having a bright red box in her hands. Each one already worked on their own – you having a cube box that you could swear Pinhead was going to spawn right behind you saying ‘the box, you opened it, we came’. “The faster we work, the faster we’ll get out! Let’s get to it!”

Vergil was the first to solve his box, finding nothing inside and asking Nico for a new one. She was quite impressed he was faster than her, working even harder on her red box. Trish kept her eyebrows furrowed, but couldn’t concentrate: that feeling inside her got stronger and she didn’t know why.

Until the box in Nico’s hands started glowing.

“Hey, guys! It’s an apple! Is that why you’re scared of it?” She laughed it off, while getting ready to press the last button of her box – now a perfect, shiny, red apple.

“What…?” Trish looked at the gunsmith’s hands. Her blue eyes immediately recognized it and the woman tried to reach out to Nico before it was too late. “Nico! Stop! No!”

But it was to no avail: Nico pressed the last button and the whole room started to move, glowing until you all had to close your eyes.

And, when you opened them, you weren’t inside that room anymore.

To Be Continued…

*****

More Author's Notes, 'Cause I Want To Talk To You People:

I'm actually doing a horror movie marathon! I've already watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hellraiser (the 1st one), The Collector, The Love Witch and Hellfest - got this idea while watching Hellfest and Hellraiser! Mostly Hellfest, because the movie looked like a rom-com in a horror themed park during Halloween and I swear to you guys, Hollywood is missing out on that horror-romance niche. Just putting the idea out there.

So, I just imagined how fun would be to have the crew in a place like that - I've always wanted to go to a horror amusement park, but we don't have much of those here in my country and, when we do, I don't have a group of friends to go with. Halloween isn't much of a thing around here.

Also, while watching Hellraiser, all I could think was Dante and Vergil would seriously kick those cenobites asses.

(and if you guys have any movie recommendations, do tell me! I'm not much of a fan of gore, but I can handle ~some~ of it, if it isn't the whole theme of the movie. Also, hate exploitation movies, aside from that, recommendations are welcome!!)

I actually went on a deep dive on Halloween costumes to decide what would match with each one of the crew xD

And the only reason why the witch from the candied apple booth is a love one, selling love potions as well, is because here in Brazil, candied apples are literally called 'love apples'. It's cute ^^ even though I never ate one, just ignore me

That whole thing brought the candied apple incident idea - I just want to write more wholesome interactions between Dante and Vergil. I think they quite deserve it at this point. There was something of comforting writing the crew's interactions - that's the kind of group of friends/found family I'd love to have. I hope you guys can find your place in here too ^^

And coordinating 8 characters at the same time while trying to give all of them the same amount of "screentime" is actually absurdly chaotic. So do apologize if you felt someone was under-represented, I tried my best while writing. I'm still trying to figure out how to juggle so many characters at the same time hahahaha

Hope to see you guys around for Dante's and Vergil's parts! They will have the same ending when the crew gets together again, but the ~incident~ will be different - and the reader will be their s/o. If I get to make Nero's version, it will, as always, be Nero x Kyrie with the reader being his best friend ;)

Once again, Happy Halloween! I'll be back in time for the Day Of All Saints (that's how it was called here in Brazil ^^)!

[mrs-dr-reid]

My Personal Evan Buckley Headcanons

Part 1/?

He’s a public menace to society when showing how much he loves you. He will grab your face and kiss the life out of you when you’re in the middle of a conversation with Hen at the firehouse, he’ll scoop you up and carry you bridal style when you’re just trying to find almond milk at the grocery store, and if the opportunity presents itself, he will 100% be grabbing your ass in plain view of everybody when you’re out on the town together

Buys duplicates of his favorite hoodies but still in the same size so you can still steal them without leaving him without one. Sometimes you’ll both wear the same hoodie accidentally, and the entire Fire Fam pretends to vomit at the domesticity

He loves dancing in the kitchen with you to “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Paul Anka at 2 in the morning when he can’t sleep, because holding you as close to him as possible and swaying back and forth helps him calm his crazy trains of thought enough to go to sleep

He buys little cheap trinkets when he’s out because he thinks you’ll like them. You have an entire memento box full of the little doodads he brings you, from mini slinkies to tiny snow globes to tiny stuffed animals that are meant to be hooked on a backpack

You convince him to start journaling to get all of his thoughts out of his head and onto paper, and whenever you see him scribbling away in the little journal you got him, you can’t help but smile to yourself

He tries to take you roller skating for a date exactly once because he almost ends up in the emergency room with a concussion. The poor man is absolutely terrible on skates, and he ate it multiple times until you finally put him out of his misery and made him take you to get milkshakes

He’s just the teensiest bit touch-starved, so if there is an opportunity to put his hands on you (in both everyday and nsfw scenarios), he’s going to take it. Hugs from behind, putting an arm around your shoulder or waist, peppering kisses all over your face, trapping you in a cuddle session on the couch, all the physical affection

He’s allergic to llama wool, but he didn’t know that until the first time he went to a petting zoo in LA that had llamas and he broke out in a rash after petting one. He can do alpacas though, which he thought was weird because he thought they were basically the same animal until he googled the difference between them

He loves doing matching couples costumes on Halloween with you. One year you guys went as Jack Skellington and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and it was a big hit (the amount of time you guys spent doing and then taking off your makeup should be a world record)

He’d never admit it, but he loves a good session of “hate-watching”, where you two sit and find the worst show you can think of to just sit and talk shit about the entire time you’re watching. The most recent victim was Dawson’s Creek because he can’t stand how annoying all the characters are. He does love the memes though, and uses the GIF of Dawson's ugly crying face all the time

He desperately wants a dog, but his apartment complex doesn’t allow them. Once you two get married and move to the suburbs (Hen and Karen are your two-doors-down neighbors), he finally gets his dog. You guys adopt a little golden retriever puppy from a nearby shelter and name him Doug, and that dog becomes the goofiest guard dog to your future kids you could ever ask for

He throws things at people when he's bored, but they're usually very harmless things that are more annoying than anything else. TicTacs, chips, pens, socks, balled-up straw wrappers, popcorn, stuff like that. One time he absolutely beaned you with a boba pearl, and it very nearly exploded all over your face. He slept on the couch that night

Everytime he sees you interact with a kid, he gets INTENSE Baby Fever. The younger the kid, the more intense it is. Like, if you guys are watching Christopher for Eddie, and Buck looks over from the kitchen to see you and Chris doing a puzzle or something, his heart swells a little and he gets that fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. When you guys are on a call and he sees you holding a baby while the mom is getting examined by Hen and Chim, it takes every ounce of self-control he has to not whisk you back to your place away from prying eyes, if ya know what I mean *wink wonk*

He is a firm believer in Lazy Sundays, so when the both of you have Sunday off, it takes no convincing from him to stay in bed until noon snuggling (or doing something else *cough cough*). When you eventually drag yourselves out of bed, you don’t bother getting dressed and just veg out on the couch the rest of the day

He knows how to play the guitar, but the only songs he can play are “Wonderwall” by Oasis and “Good Riddance” by Green Day. He’s working on learning other songs, but right now that’s it

Sometimes he accidentally uses your hair products in the shower when he’s still half-asleep and not paying any attention, and then you tease him all day because “I’m the one with the good hair in this relationship, Buckley, quit trying to steal my thunder”. You play with his hair all day though, so he considers it a win

He knows he messed up when you call him by his real first name, because like everybody else you always call him Buck, Buckley, or some goofy variation on “Buck”. But when you call him “Evan”, he knows he’s in for it