#truly devious halloween

[viaviainternet]

happy halloween to those who celebrate!!

so i know halloween has a bad rep in the td books, but putting that aside, im making this post about minerva students and who they’d dress up as & the movie they’d watch on halloween!

NATE!!! okay i find this really funny that he’s the first one on this post considering the fact it’s canon he hates dressing up… but when i was thinking about this post, he was the first one i had an idea for. and i think nate would definitely dress as david bowie (specifically life on mars bowie, or just do the aladdin sane cover makeup). and he is a rocky horror fan and i’m not arguing with anyone on that because you know that i’m right. so either he’d watch rhps, or any stephen king adaptation, or gory movies in general

stevie! okay again, another character who hates dressing up 😭 so in one of my earlier posts i mentioned that stevie and david would do cheesy couples costumes (david would bribe her into it), but in this post, im not gonna talk about couples costumes bc i’ve already mentioned it before. but knowing janelle, stevie would comply to her wishes, and dress up, and she’d definitely just wear a skeleton shirt, and a grey sweatshirt and say she’s phoebe bridgers from the i know the end mv. she told janelle it was either that, or she’d dress as someone who solved a murder and just wear her regular clothes. as for horror movies, i think she’d be the type of person to watch really cheesy horror movies and make fun of how stupid people are in it. that, or either clue, which i think she’d watch every year on halloween for no specific reason, i think it’s just something she unconsciously does.

JANELLE. OH MY GOD. okay, knowing she goes all out, it was kind of hard to pick one costume she’d do. but i immediately thought of her lemon dress (truly iconic), and i suddenly thought, strawberry shortcake. she’d dress as literally any strawberry shortcake character, and it would be amazing. i don’t really think janelle would be a horror movie fan? but when she was younger, she definitely had a crush on morticia addams, so she watches the addams family for ‘nostalgia reasons’. or definitely corpse bride/coraline (i could totally see janelle and vi dressing as emily and victor and it actually made me so happy thinking about it)

david AND ellie!! okay so if stevie and david don’t do couples costumes, ellie would do it with him, but they wouldn’t do the typical couples costumes. they’d dress as juno macgauff and paulie bleeker (if you thought i wasn’t going to include michael cera, you’re wrong.). BUT, ellie dresses as paulie, and david is dressed as juno. this was one of the first michael cera movies ellie watched so she wanted to dress as paulie. as for movies, david would definitely be the one picking, they’d definitely watch horror comedies. beetlejuice was definitely on the list as well

hayes would hate going all out on halloween, but he’d dress as some fictional character that girls love, but he has no idea the context of the character. he probably watches his own show on halloween. not even joking.

[suugarbabe]

Halloween party, mattheo with little demon horns and reader wearing an Angel costume that just drives him crazy (yes that man has a huge corruption kink and ruining his little Angel is 10/10 for him)

literally so sorry my requests are so so backed up because of the series i was working on and life in general. hope you don't hate me or think i forgot about you :( 18+ under the cut

Mattheo adjusted himself in his seat again, tugging at the crotch of his trousers to try to hide the increasingly growing boner he was sporting as you danced around with Pansy just a few feet in front of him. It was fitting that he chose to dress up as the devil for the Slytherin's Halloween party, horns charmed to look like they were growing directly from his head, because the thoughts he was having about you were sinful.

Dressing as an angel and devil seemed a little cliché to some, but to him it couldn't be more fitting. You were truly heavenly, ethereal even with the dangerously short white silk slip you were wearing and the charmed little wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. If he didn't know any better he'd assume this was your true form. You falling for him was definitely a miracle.

Downing the rest of his firewhiskey he hands the glass to Theo next to him before standing up, making a b-line straight for you. His touch is something you'd recognize in a crowd of thousands, so you weren't at all startled when his arm slinked itself round your waist. He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, the feathers of your wings tickling the bare parts of his chest he chose to display that night.

"You're looking exceptionally pure tonight, Princess," his nose pressed into the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply, getting drunk on the mix of your scent with sweat and alcohol, "m'gonna have to fix that." You turned in his embrace, a small smirk playing coy on your lips. Your arms draped over his shoulders coming at a cross behind his neck, "Is that so, Mr. Devil? And how exactly would you take this angel's purity?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes as innocently as you could muster with the slightest little pout on your plush lips. Mattheo's grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into the flesh through your slip dress. He closed his eyes momentarily, letting out a low huff of air that you swore has the sentient of a growl attached to it.

Pulling your chest flush to his, he started swaying your bodies slightly to the music, his mouth next to your ear giving you a direct play by play of what was running through he devious mind. "First, I'm going to take you back to my dorm, seemingly innocent to anyone that watches. As soon as the door closes," he dragged a finger under the strap of your dress slowly, goosebumps eliciting on your skin, "I'm going to rip this tiny fucking thing off of you."

"Then you're going to get on your knees, wings and all, and you're gonna take my cock down that pretty little throat of yours until there's tears running down this angelic face." He ran his forefinger gently across the apple of your cheek before gripping your throat lightly, leaning back down to your ear. "After, I'm gonna sit on the bed and your gonna sink that tight little cunt all the way down until you can feel me right here," his hand moved from your hip to put pressure right at your belly button, "I'll even let you use my horns for leverage as your ride me, how's that sound, Princess?"

[snailsrneat]

Y'all can we just have a honest conversation on the fact that in majority of his cards, Vil doesn't really look happy.

Like for example his birthday groovy,

He looks amused or pleased, not really happy. Same thing goes for his lab coat groovy, he looks more like amused by the situation than he is happy. His ceremonial robe groovy has him yelling at Jack, his dorm uniform groovy has him once again more amused than anything else, and his Halloween groovy is more sly and devious. I think you get the point none these cards really show him being happy.

I think there are only two that truly show when he is happy one of them being his second birhday card and his new years card.

I just think it's interesting cause I know in book 6, Vil briefly says something about "just being himself". Specifically during the kiss scene. I know that a lot of other people who played the games could probably tell, but I think the vast majority of times we see or interact with Vil in game he's masking. It makes sense as to why he would, when you're someone as famous and as rich as him I think it would be foolish to just go around trusting people all willy-nilly.

What especially gets me though is the thought that he's probably been doing it since childhood. He probably learned from his dad too. His father probably taught him to mask all the kind and sensitive parts of his personality out of a fear of that his son would get damaged by selfish and unkind people.

[domjaehyun]

the boy is mine (l.dh) teaser #3

teaser word count: 1.7k, no warnings needed (besides infidelity)

est. release date: end of july! total wc so far is 96.7k, and due to the size it will require multiple parts, so i suggest you join the tag list by sending me an ask!

You have a relatively clear vision for how you want your apartment to look, and you don’t necessarily need anyone’s help making your vision come to life. That’s precisely why you freeze when Haechan’s presence appears from beside you as he observes your handiwork.

“What are you doing, Haechan?” Your words are questioning, but your voice is flat and unamused as he picks up a set of cobweb fluff and starts detangling it.

He grins at you, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Getting myself an invite to your Halloween party by helping out.”

Turning your nose up, you sniff in disdain and turn back around to affix the next letters in your “Trick or Treat” sign. “Who says I’m inviting you?”

“We’re friends?” He says it like you’re stupid, and you narrow your eyes even though he can’t see you. 

“Your girlfriend is my friend.” you point out all without turning around. “Remember her?”

He scoffs. “Do you?”

You look back at him indignantly, setting down your letters and turning to face him fully. In the limited space between you two, Haechan leans forward with a little challenging glint in his eye. “What kind of dumbass question is that? I brought her up!”

He steps closer, placing his hands on either side of your frame, a devilishly handsome smirk curling his lips. “But you’re still here.”

“This is my home… that I’m decorating for my party… why would I leave?”

“You know damn well what I mean.”

He’s got you there. You roll your eyes in the hope of masking your defeat. “So?” you huff.

“A good friend would have left me over here by now.” He lifts his eyebrows as if to drive his point home. 

You’re lost for words, opening and closing your mouth to voice a rebuttal that never comes. His eyes glint with mischief and victory, but you can’t find it in you to be annoyed with him. 

“Well,” you sniff, turning your nose up, “a good boyfriend wouldn’t be over here to begin with.”

He chuckles, his head tipping back as his shoulders shake with amusement. Nodding slowly, he leans closer to you as if he isn’t already entirely invading your personal space. “Touché,” he murmurs with a grin, and his plain, bold, unapologetic admission of guilt takes you by surprise as well as intrigues you. 

“Well, we’re both bad,” you reply carefully, nibbling at your bottom lip absentmindedly. 

(You do not miss the way his gaze drops to your mouth and lingers there with an almost palpable longing. Hopefully, he misses the way you almost do the same.)

“Yeah,” he mumbles in agreement, and you truly don’t think you’ve ever seen someone want to kiss you as badly as he does. He’s looking at you like it’s all he’s ever thought about—looking at you like one kiss could save his life, like your lips have the answer to a question he’s always wondered, and the slow creeping in of the realization has your body warming with desire. 

“What now?” you ask, voice husky with want, and he blinks, gaze flicking up to your eyes and from the way his stare intensifies, you know you’ve been found out. 

“We can at least be bad together,” he supplies unhelpfully, a devious little grin curling his lips as he leans closer to you. 

In the distance, someone laughs loudly—you’re willing to bet it’s Mark—and the realization of your surroundings and just how dangerous this is has you pressing a hand to his chest and pushing him back gently. 

He doesn’t move at first, and you watch as the slight pressure of your manicured nails into his chest sends his eyes rolling back into his head. When he refocuses on you, his eyes are heavy-lidded with intensity and you swallow thickly. 

“You’re flirting.” you warn him, barely able to conceal your growing amusement. 

He grins at the sight of you trying to hide your smile and the tension eases, so you use the opportunity to push more firmly and separate the two of you. You turn back around to put up the last two letters of your sign, only for his sudden presence right by your ear to send you jolting. He whispers his message so quickly and quietly you could have almost missed it, but the words linger in your mind, echoing off the walls until it’s all you can think about. 

“You’re letting me.”

As you continue to decorate your apartment, Haechan comes around far more often than you think necessary—either calling himself “assisting” in small ways with lingering touches—

(“Haechan, you’re not slick,” you huff as he brushes up behind you for far too long, allegedly helping you hang a cobweb, “you’re pressing up against me.”

Instead of moving back, his lips find your ear and he murmurs, audibly grinning, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“If you don’t get—” you scoff, turning to swat at him, but he dances away smoothly, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.)

—or making flirtatious remarks—

(“Hey, do you have gum?” Haechan asks seemingly out of the blue, and you set your decorations down before heading to your cupboard and offering him two cubes of gum from your little stash. “Thanks,” he grins as he pops the gum into his mouth and chews.

“Gum’s gonna ruin your appetite,” you warn him. “The food’s almost here.”

“I don’t want it for long,” he assures you, and you raise your eyebrows as if to say, “Is that so?”

“So you plan on wasting my gum?” you ask with playfully narrowed eyes, and he shakes his head, coming closer and closer to you until he’s got you cornered against the counter. 

“Never that,” he promises. “Just wanted an idea of what it’d taste like to kiss you.”

You gasp, successfully making contact with his chest when you swipe at him this time, pushing him back so he’s resting against your kitchen island about three feet from you. “Haechan!”

“Would you rather I do this, or should I just come a little closer and find out for myself?” he asks with his eyebrows raised, and you balk, swallowing thickly.

“Stay back and chew.” you quip, and he grins, making a loud, obnoxious show of chewing his gum.

“Tastes good,” he compliments, and you roll your eyes. “Really good.”

“Get out before I launch something at you,” you threaten, but both sets of ears can hear the emptiness behind it.

Haechan has the nerve to giggle mischievously before obliging and exiting the kitchen, leaving you to sigh loudly and attempt to calm the heat rising to your cheeks.) 

—or just being an overall flirt.

(“So, what are you gonna be for your Halloween party?” he asks as you bustle around your kitchen tidying up the leftover decoration equipment you’ve left out.

“Haechan, all our friends—and your girlfriend—are in the next room.”

“And?”

“And,” you continue, glowering at him, “you should be in there, too.”

“But you’re in here.” he points out.

“I’m busy.” you explain, and he shrugs.

“Well, then I’m busy, too.” he echoes.

You blink at him. “Doing what?”

“Entertaining you? Keeping you company?” he answers slowly, like you’re dumb, and you can’t help but narrow your eyes.

“I’m not entertained.” you deadpan, and he snorts.

“Then why do you keep looking over here?” He raises an eyebrow challengingly, and you huff.

“You’re distracting me,” you complain, and he frowns, picking up a forkful of food and offering it to you.

“I’m nourishing you,” he insists, offering the food more insistently.

“I have my own food,” you brush him off, and he rolls his eyes.

“Mine is different. And possibly even better.” he sing-songs. “Now try.”

“Haechan—”

“I’m about to spill rice and sauce all over your neat and tidy floor if you don’t put this fork in your mouth in the next three seconds.” he warns, and you growl in mild irritation before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around his fork. “Isn’t that good?” he asks eagerly, fully aware of the answer, and you can’t help but nod in agreement, the flavors of the chicken, rice, and white sauce dancing on your tongue as you chew and swallow. 

“You have a hard time taking no for an answer.” you point out dryly, staring at him blankly. “Does this crop up in other aspects of your life?”

He bursts out laughing. “I definitely have a hard time taking no, but only if the person saying no clearly means yes.”

You scoff incredulously and cross your arms, leaning against the counter as you regard him.

“And how, pray tell, would you know if they mean yes, all-knowing Reader of Minds?”

He steps closer and slowly places his hands on either side of you, meeting your gaze with a soft intensity that you find more unnerving than the more lust-filled gazes he’s sent your way.

“It’s in their body language. For example: you always say you want me to step back and get out of your space, but you let me get into your space virtually every time.” His voice lowers to a soft murmur, and you suddenly can’t meet his gaze. “It’s the way you still haven’t moved either one of us despite me bringing to your attention how close we are.” he observes. “It’s also,” he says, tilting your head up by the chin so you’re looking at each other, “in the eyes.”

Your mouth feels dry. “The eyes?”

He nods, gently brushing a piece of hair from your face and stroking your cheek gently before lowering his hand. “Like the way you look at my lips after I look at yours.”

Fuck.

“I don’t know what you mean.” you lie, and he chuckles.

“It’s okay, baby. I know exactly what I’m talking about.” he assures you with such a level of confidence that it takes you aback. “Y’know, sometimes, I catch you looking before I’ve even looked.”

“Wh— don’t you have someone else you can entertain, or keep company, or—or nourish?” you complain, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“You want me to go?” he asks, keen eyes bright and studying your reaction.

“Yes.” you reply immediately, and he, contrary to your expectations, grins. 

“I’ll go, I guess. I suppose I could spare those guys a crumb of attention.” he relents, and you nod eagerly.

“Give ‘em the whole loaf of attention.” you say, and he rolls his eyes with a smile.

“I’m going, I’m going. But by the way,” he says before he leans closer, prompting you to lean back suddenly in alarm, “I know you lied.”

He exits the room just a moment after, a second too late to catch the surprise on your face at his catching you in your bluff.

You groan inwardly and finish tidying up your kitchen to head into the living room, all the while wondering if Haechan was sent by the universe to teach you some sort of divine lesson.)

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[part-time-zombie]

I really love this little detail about janus

When he showed up in the embarrassing phases end card, he talked about his appreciation of halloween as a purely deceptive interest, how halloween is a time to disguise yourself as someone else and That's the reason he participates in it.

Patton makes the same assumption when he talks with janus in the into the unknown cover video, saying that janus must only like the holiday for the element of disguise.

This time however, janus is upset by the remark. He can't understand how patton sees That as all he is even though they have been spending more time around each other recently. Patton does correctly point out that janus keeps information about himself incredibly close to the chest, which janus cannot and does not deny, but this time he decides to open up and tell the truth.

He tells patton how his honest reason behind having a love for not just halloween but all holidays, is the chance to pretend that things are better off than they truly are, and how for once, it's not going to be seen as a bad thing. During the holidays, everyone falls fool to the folly, and noone is left feeling alone or worse off for it.

This is what he can offer for thomas. Maybe not all of the time, but every now and then he can give thomas the chance to convince himself that everything is okay, give him something to hope for, to look forward to. And for the rest of the time, when he has to focus on the reality of his situation, janus will be there to make sure he looks after himself and takes care of his health.

I find it fascinating that he is so open and honest around patton despite these two having every reason to disagree, yet he still maintains this aloof and devious persona when around virgil, who arguably could have the most history with him.

It makes me excited to see what happens next between them.

[helpimhyperfixating]

White lie - Incubus! Jotaro x Reader NSFW | Part 1

Guess who’s not dead 😏 So uh, I’ve been working on this for a long time. Enjoy the depravity :3

CW: Corruption(attempt), monsterfucking

Word Count: 7925

Heavily breathing, your back was plastered to the thick and cold stone wall, your eyes wide as you clutched your hands at your heart, a feeble defense from what was in front of you.

The man - no, creature - skulked in front of you, his eyes calculating and slightly devious.

When he’d come up to you before, you just thought he was in costume for Halloween, just like you were - spouting honeyed words, whispering appealing promises in your ear; just another partygoer who seemed to have the same interests as you. But once he took you aside, trapped you in this abandoned part of the church, you realised it was more than that. His appearance wasn’t just a costume, it was truly monstrous.

Horns sprouted from the top of his head, angled back and twisting slightly near the end. His arms up to past the elbow looked as if they were dipped in ink, ending in claws, poised and ready - for what you didn’t know. Clothes were almost fully absent from his body, save for the cloth around his waist, tied to him via a thin strap running over one shoulder. All of that was superficial though, compared to the tail slowly swishing and curling behind him, as well as the talon like feet he sported, equally appearing dipped in ink.

“You’re so scared.” The creature observed, almost tutted, and your breathing sped up even more, causing him to take a step forward. In reaction, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for something to happen, a final blow, agonising pain, anything. What you instead got, was a clawed hand grasping your chin, tilting your head up straight. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His fingers were warm on your skin, his grip strong as you couldn’t even move your head a millimeter. Slowly, you dared peel your eyes open, met with vibrant oceanic eyes watching your every move.

“…What do you want?” Your voice was but a whisper, a plea for your life even, too scared to speak up louder.

“You.”

His hand released your chin, his nails no longer digging into your cheeks as he instead traced the column of your neck with his index finger as his eyes followed the motion.

“M-Me? My soul?” You were breathless, feeling the sharp claw run over your windpipe, too scared to move, but the creature scoffed.

“I’m no demon. I don’t deal in souls. What I need is far more carnal.”

He had moved on to playing with the hood of your outfit, his eyes following the movements of his fingers until you spoke again. “What… what do you want then?”

“Turn away from your god and give in to me. Do that and I’ll leave you alone.”

He spoke that in all seriousness, a stoic and determined look on his face before he leaned forward, forcing you into a kiss.

You squeaked, grabbing his head as you immediately felt his tongue - way longer than it should be - slipping into your mouth that was still open from confusion and shock.

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, his hands landing on your hips as he kissed you. His long tongue ran through your mouth, curling around your own and massaging it before letting go in favour of plunging as deep as it could.

You almost felt like just a vessel to his ministrations, merely stuck to let him move his lips against yours.

Gagging softly on his tongue, he finally pulled away, allowing you to breathe.

Pulling your hand up, you launched it towards his face but right before it could make contact with his cheek, he gripped your wrist.

“That’s unbecoming of you, Sister.”

Sister? Finally his words were starting to make sense in your head. Sister, God, carnal. He thought you were an actual nun. So that means, whatever he was, he was after the church?

While you were in thought he leaned close again, forcing a little surprised noise from your throat as you pushed further back into the wall behind you.

“Let me pleasure you right here. Defile you in front of your God.”

Swallowing heavily, you were stuck looking at him. He… he wasn’t bad to look at honestly. His face was handsome even, his jawline sharp, good cheekbones, he even had pretty lashes. The longer you waited, the closer he gravitated towards you, pressing his body to yours and you placed your hands on his chest in a faux attempt to push him away, only making you blush as you felt the ridges and bumps of his abs.

It was pretty clear what he was after. Yet as you looked at him, you turned less and less afraid. If he was after a nun, maybe it wasn’t so bad to play the part. You were planning to get shitfaced anyways at the Halloween party and this was basically a one night stand, no strings attached. He said it himself that he’d leave.

“You’ll… leave after?” You asked, now partly acting though it was mostly sincere.

“I won’t step foot in this church again.”

“O-Okay.” You breathed a little shaky, nervous about what you were agreeing to.

It increased tenfold when a wicked glint appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. Out of nowhere, bat-like wings shot out from behind him, blocking out all light from hitting you and your eyes widened in fear. Shooting forward, the small fingers on top pinned your wrists to the wall behind you, all the while the creature lifted you up against the wall by your thighs, your face now level with his while he pressed his pelvis into yours.

“Wait-“ You panicked but a squeeze to your thigh shut you up.

“Stop squirming. They’ve been there this entire time, it’s your fault for not noticing them folded up on my back.”

“N-No, that’s not it. You’re- H-Here?!” Your breathing sped up, in fact very much lying about it not being the wings. You struggled a little, attempting to pull your wrists free, but despite the thin and flimsy look of the tiny black claws, barely fitting around your wrists, their strength was unmatched.

“No one is here, no one is coming here. Would you rather we do it in your communal hall?” There was a teasing tone to his voice and you bit your lip, closing your eyes.

You honestly would rather be in your bed at home doing this, but that would probably give away you’re not really a nun and who knows what happens then. You won’t get laid, that’s for sure. “N-No.”

“Good.” Guiding your legs around his waist, you knew what he wanted and locked them around him, pulling him closer. “Stop being so scared. There’s only one thing I’m after and you’ll like it.” He whispered that in your ear, pulling back to give you a view of his face as you blushed deeply. With that, he pushed his hands under your clothes.

- - - -

Gasping, you kept your face buried in his shoulder, trying to contain your moans as he pumped into you.

Your back was scraping against the wall but you couldn’t care less, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you. He was filling up every single part of you, his dick stretching you out beyond anything you’ve ever had.

“Please, god, f-“

“Don’t go pleading to Him now.” The creature chuckled breathily, his breathing laboured as he re-gripped the arm holding you up. “Call my name instead. Jotaro.”

Despite everything going on, you were too scared to say his name, afraid it might do more than just be his name. Noticing your silent refusal, he slammed into you harshly, forcing a moan from you before you buried your face in his shoulder again, leaving him to huff in twisted amusement.

The corruption he was enacting was only second to the pleasure for Jotaro, every moan and jolt and squeeze around his member from you feeding him.

You were taking him so well, merely moaning and holding on to him like a good kitten and slowly but surely, the incubus fell addicted.

Every time he pushed his hips to yours, every time he pulled back only to bottom out again. Your body’s little jolts, the way you were drooling into his skin, how your arms struggled to break free from his wings, your fingers twitching to grab something. All of it was gathering in a warm pit in his stomach, his laboured breathing turning to panting. He’d never felt anything like this before.

Thrusting faster, your slick dripped down from how wet you were and finally he released your wrists. Instantly, your hands shot forward to hug around him, your nails digging into his back with one hand while the other shot into his hair, quickly latching onto a horn and pulling.

Forced to angle his head backwards by your pulling, a snarl left him, exposing the sharper canines he sported, all the while his wings wrapped around your back, softening the friction against the wall as you were pulled even closer.

“I can’t-!” You begged, curling your toes as you slowly reached the orgasm you had been trying to stave off for so long.

“Let go. Give in to me.” Jotaro growled, his hips snapping into yours and with that you couldn’t take it.

You came hard as you put your hand in front of your mouth to muffle yourself, pulling his horn back. Jotaro growled as you did, not slowing his thrusts down in the slightest as he fucked you through your orgasm.

And it wouldn’t be for another two before he reached his own peak, spilling deep inside of you with a satisfied groan while you were an exhausted mess, slumped against him.

-

Panting to catch his breath, the incubus released one hand from you to slick his hair back between his horns before wrapping it back under your ass, still buried balls deep within you, his spend starting to leak out.

“F…uck.”

Chuckling briefly at your profanity muttered into his skin, Jotaro sliced through the material covering your neck, nosing at your now exposed skin as he softly pressed kisses to it, latching on not long after and sucking his mark.

You whimpered a little and just to be cruel, the fiend pinched your clit, making you clench around the flesh still buried inside.

“Not so bad, was it?” He hummed after letting go, satisfied to see the large bruise forming.

Not getting an answer, the creature huffed a bit in annoyance. Did he really fuck your brains out that much?

Unfurling his wings from you, he folded them to his back, letting your legs down from his waist as he slowly sat you back on your legs. “Stand on your own now, come on.” Following his command, you shakily put your weight back on your legs instead of hanging on him, a little whine leaving you when the incubus dragged his cock out of you. “Don’t worry.” He hummed, his hands making their way under your dress before it could fall down in order to grasp your panties, swiftly pulling them up and snug to your hips. “You’re going to carry around my cum for a little while longer.”

True to his word, you could feel your panties getting soaked with his spend as it leaked out of you, yet the thick, frothy substance was unable to go anywhere with how tightly the devil had pulled your panties up.

“Take those off before the day is done and our agreement is off. I want you to feel your sin.” Jotaro stepped closer to you, pinning you to the wall with his body. “Feel as it settles here-“ His hand placed on your stomach, a blush making its way on your tired face. “-Feel how I have claimed you, here.” His hand slid down, instead sliding back and forth over the flat of your soaked panties, before pushing when he glid over your entrance, lightly pushing his finger inside you, panty and all. “Understood?”

“Under-Understood.” You swallowed, a calm washing over the incubus before you as he cupped your face suddenly. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours and - though surprised - you closed your eyes, kissing back.

His hand retreated from your face and once his lips moved away and you opened your eyes, he was gone.

- - - -

The rest of the night, you stood in the corner. You felt like the scum of the earth. Not only did you have sex in a church, you had sex in a church with what you could only describe as a minor devil. And now you were standing in said church, the devil’s cum stuffed in you, leaking into your panties.

You had to lie to everyone who asked about the tear in your costume by your neck and the bruise behind it, saying your costume got caught and you accidentally ripped it open.

Once it was finally time to go home, you never walked home so fast. It was 1am by the time you got there, closing your door behind you and slumping into it, sliding to the floor.

“Fuck…” You groaned, kicking off your shoes before taking off the nun hood, turning it around in your hold to look at the tear in it.

Sitting for a few seconds, staring at it, you eventually sighed deep, throwing it to the side. “Worth it.”

Getting up, you groaned as you felt the gross feeling in your panties, quickly making your way upstairs.

Lifting the costume off of yourself, you sighed in relief. It was fun, but the thing was hot and tight and getting it off finally felt like a godsend.

Standing in just your bra and your panties, you made your way to your bathroom. It was the middle of the night but you couldn’t go to sleep this filthy.

Taking off your bra, you then started reaching down for your panties, only to stop once you held the hem.

You made a deal. He told you to wear your panties until, what was it? The end of the day?

Stopping dead in your tracks, a dread took hold of you. You… couldn’t remember properly. Did he say until the end of the day or did he say a whole day? You didn’t even know what time it was when you- Should you risk it?

Pacing back and forth a bit, in the end, your panties were just getting too uncomfortable, and the thought of sleeping with it was just too much to bear.

Taking your panties off, you instantly threw them in the bin, stepping into the shower and washing all the grime and filth off of yourself before finally getting ready for bed.

Crawling inside, your head hadn’t hit the pillow for more than ten seconds before you were already asleep.

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Sighing deeply, you pushed yourself further into your pillow before sleepily blinking your eyes open.

A scream ripped from your throat as you noticed the figure standing in the dark of your room, illuminated by the moonlight, and you scrambled to get back, pushing yourself into the corner of the wall as far as you could while staying on your bed.

You were pushing back and back and back but started to slow down when you noticed the figure wasn’t moving any closer, nor saying anything.

In an action that may be stupid, you lunged over your bed towards your nightstand, clicking on the light you had there before shooting back as the room became illuminated.

“You done?”

The familiar voice made you widen your eyes and slowly look up, now properly getting his appearance. “Y-You?”

Jotaro remained silent as he looked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest, creating a contrast with the inky flesh of his arms and the normal colour of his torso.

“W-What are you doing here?” You trembled.

It had been a week. Why was he here?!

Instead of saying something, the devil leaned closer. “How about instead of ‘What are you doing here?’ you ask ‘What are you?’.” He smirked while you leaned back, your personal space invaded.

Too scared to do anything else, you obliged. “W-What are you?”

Putting his hands on the bed on either side of you, he leaned even closer until you were a small ball cowering in the corner, his torso hanging over you. “Pissed. That’s what I am.”

Your eyes widening, you started trembling, knowing he had found you out and had come for revenge.

Seeing your shaking form however, the devil rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so scared, I told you before, didn’t I? I won’t hurt you.” Pulling back, he stood up straight again, re-crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s my own fault for not noticing.”

“What?” You blubbered. “S-So, you don’t mind that I-?”

“Took advantage of the opportunity?” The devil curled his lips in what seemed like disgust, snarling a bit which made your heart speed up in fright. “Oh no, I mind that. Like I said, I’m pissed off.” He snarled further, glaring down at you before he let up, slicking his hair back between his horns again to calm himself down. “Fortunately, I like you.”

“W-We had an agreement. You said you’d leave me be. T-The fact that I wasn’t what you thought I was shouldn’t affect the deal, cause that- that was your mistake!” You awkwardly made your point and the incubus only leaned in close again, his face neutral as he looked back and forth between your eyes in silence for an uncomfortably long while.

“Clever little one, aren’t you?” He scoffed eventually before leaning back up. You sighed in relief, until you looked at his face and saw the tiniest of uptilt in his lip. “Our agreement is not off, you’re right in that. I won’t ever step foot in that church again.”

Your eyes widening, the fiend cruelly chuckled at your realisation. “What are you going to do to me?”

“To you? Nothing.” He hummed, his tail swishing behind him. “With you? Well I was hoping for another good fuck.”

“What?” You squeaked.

Huffing out in amusement, he leaned in, placing his hands on either side of you on the bed again, leaning in close until his lips were grazing the shell of your ear. “I’ve seen your thoughts- your dreams of me.” He muttered, the smirk he sported almost audible. “Don’t be annoying, stop denying it.”

“I-I never-“

“I said stop denying it.” He growled, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Grabbing you, he instantly pulled you towards himself before turning to the left and pinning you to your bed. “I’m an incubus, you really think any lewd thought pertaining to me goes by me?”

You squeaked softly, your hands covering your chest as you noticed his tail swishing behind him in annoyance. “I’m sorry.”

Clicking his tongue, he let go of you, instead placing his hands back on the bed. “A verbal apology does nothing for me. You know what I want.”

Your breathing speeding up slightly, you looked up and down his body before swallowing nervously. “But what if I don’t want it?” You whispered and at that, the devil suddenly pulled back, his face losing its edge as he calmly looked down.

“Then I’ll wait until you do.” Calmly moving his hand, he placed it under your chin, wary of his claws as he tilted it up slightly, seemingly analysing your face. “I’m not evil, if that’s what you’re thinking. I won’t do what you don’t want.”

His sudden calm words caused a blush to form on your face, one which he saw, making him smirk a bit. “Does my kindness surprise you, Sister?”

“I’m not a nun.” You mumbled and his eyes narrowed at that.

“Good, I needed to hear you say it. Kitten then.” He calmly spoke. “Don’t mistake it for kindness. It’s general decency. Even we Incubi have certain rules we uphold.” He smirked while looking into your eyes.

“What happens if you break them?” You mumbled, your mouth a bit dry.

At that, he sat back a bit. “The high lords break us.” His tone was matter of fact and you suddenly felt uncomfortable for asking.

Suddenly, your eyes widened slightly as something started curling around your leg. Looking down, you noticed the black shape of his tail slowly snake around your calve, moving up.

“You need to make a decision soon, little one. I won’t stay on this plane forever.”

Hearing him utter those words, you looked up, straight into his eyes. “Okay. To apologise for tricking you.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up as his eyes narrowed smugly, satisfaction radiating from him as he lowered himself over you. “Good.”

With that, he tilted his head and attached his lips to yours.

There was no gentle start as he instantly moved his lips hungrily, his hands landing on your waist and squeezing as he devoured you, leaving you barely able to breathe through your nose even.

A little squeak left you, causing the devil to hum lowly, opening his eyes to gaze at you through half lidded eyes in the kiss.

Breaking apart moments after, his tongue snaked out as he swiped it over the seam of your lips, making your eyes widen as he already moved his head down, burying his face against your throat where he started marking your skin.

“Jotaro-“

“So you do remember my name?” The incubus smirked as he spoke against your throat, instantly going back to sucking and biting, all the while your heart skipped a beat in panic.

You said his name, you didn’t think. You’d been so caught up in his touch that you didn’t think before you spoke. “I-“

“Relax. I told you before; I’m not a demon. Nor am I a fae. Names have no hold or use here.” Pulling back from your neck, the devil looked into your eyes. “For someone who’s agreed to have sex for the second time, you’re awfully distrusting.”

“What do you expect?” You countered, looking away to the side, but Jotaro was having none of that as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

“I have been nothing but honest in every word I’ve said. My intentions are clear. You’re the only one resorting to trickery.”

“I-It was one thing!” You sputtered, making the creature scoff.

“Honest one out of two times, good job.” As he said that, his hand travelled down and pushed into your crotch.

Squeaking, you snapped your legs shut but the leathery wings on his back unfolded again, the small claws shooting down onto your thighs as he forced them open.

“Stay put now.” There was a mocking tone to his voice, his face lowering back to yours as his unnaturally long tongue crept out again, tracing your jawline. “Let me erase any fear you have for now.”

With those words, he slowly lowered down your body, his hands trailing down your sides where he glid his thumbs underneath your shirt, starting to hike it up.

Exposing your flesh for himself, he hummed as he put his lips on your skin, feeling the softness of it.

“If you value any of these clothes I suggest you take them off before I do.” Growling that out, the devil gently bit at your skin, allowing you to feel the sharper canines he held.

Swallowing, you obeyed and took off your clothes, Jotaro pulling back only a little bit to allow you room to do so.

The moment you pulled off your underwear, he placed his clawed hands on your legs, pushing them back down straight on the bed before letting his touch trail up, his fingerpads squeezing and taking every fiber of you in.

“You don’t know what you did to me.” Growling that out, he held the tops of your thighs, squeezing firmly, his sharp nails lightly pressing at your flesh. “We incubi feed off sex.” Breathing, he lowered his head, getting down on his stomach between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. “We need it to survive. To settle our hunger.” Slowly, he moved his hands, slipping them underneath your legs before curling up around the outside and pressing down on top again, pinning you in a stronger grip.

“Yet you, you left me more hungry than when I came in.”

With those words, he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around your cunt and pushing his tongue through your folds, teasing your clit instantly.

Gasping, you jolted your hips, but his tight grip refused you from moving even an inch. Looking down, your eyes were wide as you watched the devil’s head settle between your legs, his horns menacing and dangerous while his long tongue worked your heat. “F-Fuck-“

Huffing out in amusement, the incubus glanced up at you, his tongue not slowing down as he tasted you, your arousal coating his tastebuds and making him grow heated. He felt his tail swish every time your arousal coated his tongue, his wings twitching, begging to pin you down, feel your warmth. Everything about you made him feral.

“Jot-“ You didn’t get any further as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. Gasping out, you weren’t sure whether a moan underlined that or not but your mouth fell open as you felt the slender appendage push its way into your cunt, further and further, your face flushed as you felt how deep it went. You knew his tongue was longer than average, but this was something else entirely.

Watching your reaction closely, Jotaro felt his lips twitch before he started thrusting his tongue in and out.

One wing releasing from his back, he placed it on your thigh, keeping it pinned down while his hand was now free to stretch forward, placing itself on your pelvis. His thumb reached down to rest just above your clit and with a little pressure, he pulled the skin back taut, allowing Jotaro to slip his tongue in easier.

Moaning out, your hands were gripped tightly in the sheets of your bed, your eyes rolling back as they closed, completely focused on the feeling the incubus was giving you. His tongue, reaching so deep inside you, was pushing into every wall every time he pulled back, only to push back in just the same.

Unable to help yourself, the pleasure was slowly beginning to grow, an orgasm starting to make its way through the back of your mind and to the forefront quicker than you thought possible.

Suddenly, he pulled his tongue out completely and you opened your mouth to whine, only for that to instantly devolve into a moan when he instead wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard.

Crying out at the sharp jolt of pleasure, your hand shot down, latching onto one of his horns, quickly followed by your other hand. For a moment, Jotaro stuttered, but then he unwrapped his arm from your thigh, bringing his hand down to push two fingers into your tight cunt.

Squeezing your eyes shut, his continuous sucking on your clit had you a moaning mess, your skin turning hot as a tightening feeling pressed into your abdomen. “J-Jotaro, don’t stop-!” You begged, squeezing his horns tight, pulling his face closer to your crotch by them, yet suddenly a moan ripped from the incubus.

Your eyes shooting open in surprise, you looked down to see Jotaro staring up at you with a dark look, his lips released from your clit while his fingers continued to softly pump into you. “Careful what you touch, kitten.”

Swallowing nervously, you quickly let go of his horns, only for his left wing to shoot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling it back to his horn, making you wrap your hand back around it. “What?”

“You’ve started it now, you can’t let go.” He whispered huskily, his eyes drilling into yours in a way that made you clench around his fingers.

Humming at the feeling, he started to scissor the digits, pumping them in and out of you for a moment before he leaned back down, wrapping his tongue around your clit in a flexibility that made you whimper before he enveloped the bud in his lips again, sucking while his tongue moved, squeezing and rocking your clit gently.

Your back arching, your hand automatically tugged on his horn again, earning a growl from the man that sent vibrations bursting into your gut, a heat creeping up your neck as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hips wanting to shift but impossible to thanks to his tight hold.

“Jotaro, please!” You begged for release as you looked down, the incubus pushing a third finger into your cunt, still sucking your clit while looking up into your eyes. ‘Cum then.’ He didn’t need to say the command out loud for you to understand.

Panting quickly, all it took was Jotaro spreading his fingers inside your walls, rubbing the sensitive flesh before you couldn’t take it. With a sharp moan, your back arched as your orgasm burst loose, your walls contracting spastically around his fingers while he kept sucking your clit, prolonging the feeling and stopping exactly when it started to borderline on overstimulation.

Panting, you came down from your high and slumped, looking down at Jotaro and apologetically letting go of his horn that you must have squeezed to death just now.

“Good girl.” The incubus smirked as he pulled back from your clit, his fingers pulling out of you replaced by his tongue as he greedily licked up your cum.

“Fuck, I haven’t orgasmed like that in-“

“I can tell.” Jotaro hummed, leaning up. “People don’t treat you right, hm?” He teased as he slowly moved to hover his body over you. “But I didn’t tell you to let go, kitten.”

Furrowing your brows for just a second, your eyes then glided up to his horns and you understood, shyly reaching up to take hold of both horns again. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s a good kitten.” He grinned, bringing his soaked hand up and licking it clean right in front of your face. “Are you ready for me?”

Looking down, you felt your cheeks burn as you watched the devil, completely uncovered, his erection hard and prominent. Yet, something was different.

While before, his cock was something you’d recognise, now it was completely different. Thicker, a blood red with what seemed like scaled sections running down, the points of those sections pointed towards the base.

Watching your face, the fiend laughed cruelly, cupping your jaw. “It fit before, it will again.”

“B-But it’s-“

“I figured I could leave behind the alteration spell today. Given you are not a nun, I have no more fear of scaring you away. You let me take you knowing full well what I was before. And now I want to take you naturally.” He growled, leaning his face down and nipping at your jugular. “Agreed? You can trust me. It won’t be that different.”

At his words, your eyes glanced up at him again and you squeaked slightly when you felt him put the head to your entrance.

Swallowing nervously, you then nodded and Jotaro hummed lowly in appreciation, starting to push his cock into you.

Your breath hitching, you grit your teeth as you felt the head push inside, followed right by the first section, a foreign feeling yet feeling so similar as he continued to enter.

Panting softly as he felt your walls squeeze him, Jotaro stopped halfway in, huffing out a little groan. “You need to relax, kitten, otherwise I won’t fit.”

Whimpering, you looked down, already feeling fuller than last week, yet seeing how he was barely halfway in, your body tightened up even more in nervousness, your hold on his horns tightening.

“F…uck-“ Jotaro groaned, leaning forward as his hands landed on your hips, lifting you up so that your ass was hovering over the bed. “Stop squeezing so much.” He hissed, putting his forehead to yours, slightly askew so that your noses ran next to each other. “Come on, kitten, for me.”

“Sorry, so sorry.” You whispered apologetically, your eyes squeezed shut as you took some loaded breaths, trying to relax your nerves and body.

“I won’t hurt you.”

It wasn’t the words itself that made you shoot your eyes open, instead it was the way he whispered them, pressing a kiss below your eye before moving to the other.

“Let me pleasure you.” He continued, still in a whisper, his hands now massaging your hips, your muscles slowly relaxing, allowing the fiend to slip into you just a little more. “There you go, good kitten.” He smiled, pulling back from your face a little bit, only to then press his head forward and push his lips to yours.

Replacing his hands on your hips with his wings, you felt his tail wrap around your leg while his hands travelled up, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, moving his lips passionately with yours, coaxing your mouth to open so that he could slip his tongue in.

You tasted yourself as he helped himself to every inch, your hands on his horns pulling his face even closer, earning a groan from him, his hips bucking forward, pushing even more of his cock into your tight cunt.

Moaning softly as you felt the otherworldly cock enter you, you couldn’t help but focus on everything about Jotaro that wasn’t human, and more importantly, because of the reaction he just gave.

Curious, you squeezed one of his horns again, feeling his left wing that was holding your ass in the air twitch.

Groaning softly as Jotaro pushed just a little further in, his lips still attached to yours, you slowly started pumping your hand up and down his horn.

Almost in an immediate reaction, the tail wrapped around your leg tightened while Jotaro sunk further into you, his kiss turning sloppy while you sped up, rubbing up and down the one horn.

Unable to stop himself, the incubus moaned as he bucked his hips sharply, pushing the last inch of his cock into your cunt, stuffing you to the brim while you continued to rub the hardened material on his skull.

“Fuck, kitten-!” Moaning into the kiss, Jotaro grinded down into you, spearing you on his dick as you pumped his sensitive horn, pleasure blooming in his gut.

Finally breaking the kiss, he kept his face pushed to yours, panting into the skin of your cheek while you got him off via his horn.

He didn’t think you’d figure out so quickly those were sensitive.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered and Jotaro shot his eyes open, suppressing another groan as he trailed his hands down to squeeze and hold your breasts.

“You’re smarter than you look.” He panted, lifting his face up to look at you, only to gasp softly as you squeezed hard at the base. “Fucking hell!” He bucked his hips again, growling in frustration. He didn’t want to move yet, feeling how tight you were, knowing you weren’t adjusted to his size yet, his cock packed up right against your cervix.

Opening his mouth to speak, all of that went out the window when your other hand joined him on his other horn. Double stimulated, Jotaro cursed in a language you hadn’t heard before, his hands gripping your waist with a bruising grip, his cock twitching inside you.

Feeling that, you lowered your intensity, moving to let go, only for Jotaro to glare at you. “Don’t you dare let go. Keep going.” It was an order, not a beg and with wide eyes, you bit your lip and nodded.

Stroking his horns, squeezing at the base and tips, Jotaro devolved into a groaning mess, trying to keep himself from bucking his hips as his orgasm neared.

“Fuck, keep going-!” He groaned out, nipping and biting at your neck and shoulder, his nails turning more dangerous as well as he squeezed your waist, lightly scratching.

Growling, Jotaro couldn’t contain himself, bucking his hips forward harshly as he felt himself about to blow.

“Kitten-!!” He moaned as you squeezed at the base of both his horns at the same time, his jaw opening as he sank his teeth into your neck, groaning out lowly as you suddenly felt a hot rush of cum spurt into you.

Gasping at the pain from his bite and the feeling, you whimpered, the incubus wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close, panting as he rode his orgasm, pumping your insides full with load after load of cum, his growls low through his teeth as he stayed put.

It wasn’t until a full twenty seconds later that he finally seemed to run empty, his hips no longer twitching while he slowly let go of the bite, looking as blood dotted your skin from it.

“That hurt.” You whispered, looking up at him and for a moment, a look of regret washed over his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He mumbled, kissing where he just bit, the flat tip of his tail rubbing apologetically up and down your leg. “You did for me, what I did for you. I got carried away.”

Panting softly, you finally properly let go of his horns, bringing your hands to your chest. “Oh, well I’m glad.” You blushed, looking to the side.

Tutting softly, Jotaro reached out, his hand gripping your chin as he turned it to face himself. “No one has ever figured out that my horns hold the same nerves as my cock. No one but you.”

Blushing even harder, you felt Jotaro’s wings - which had been holding your lower half aloft this entire time - put you down on the bed, his hips shifting so that he could move with it, still buried to the hilt inside you, plugging up his cum.

“So… that must’ve given you plenty right?”

Tilting his head, Jotaro looked at you. “To feed?” You nodded at his question, yet shrunk when the man chuckled. “Oh no, kitten. I don’t feed off myself. I feed off of you. And one orgasm definitely isn’t enough. I think I’ve given you plenty of time to recover, hm?” He smugly asked, rolling his hips as he did.

Gasping, only now did you notice he was still just as hard as he was before, his orgasm doing nothing for him.

Almost as if he could read your mind, the incubus lowered his face to yours. “I won’t be spent until I’m satisfied and fed, kitten. I can go for a while.”

Biting your lip, Jotaro rolled his hips again, testing the waters to see how ready you were, his cock a considerable size thicker and even longer than your first time. Your mouth cutely parted in a gasp and the fiend hummed, folding his wings back to his back as he firmly moved his hands to hold your hips, his thrusts slowly starting up.

Before, you had only felt him enter, yet now, those sections on his cock seemed to actively work to keep him from pulling out, flaring up and dragging over your walls in a way that made all the breath escape your lungs. “O-Oh fuck, Jotaro!” You whined, earning a grin from the incubus.

“There we go. You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking of this.” He hummed, properly starting to thrust into you, picking up a comfortable pace.

Smirking down at you, his right hand moved down to where he was stuffed inside you, his wing replacing his hold so that he could keep thrusting.

“Look at you. You’re stretched around me, taking me so well. You were born for this, weren’t you? To take my cock?” He praised, placing his thumb on your clit and expertly starting to rub the little bud.

“N-No, I’m… I’m-!” You tried to form a sentence, looking down at where he was looking too, watching the base of his cock slap into your pelvis over and over while his thumb ignited a fire inside you. “Gods!”

“You worship multiple now?” Jotaro grinned, pleasure coursing through his body, your own radiating into him, making his energy spike.

“No-“ You whimpered, whining loudly when he suddenly roughly thrust into you, his pace picking up as he fucked you.

Your poor cunt felt like an overstimulated mess, his cock’s ridges roughly pulling on your walls every time he pulled out, only to feel like he pushed further in than he was before, his thumb stimulating your clit, harshly pressing down one moment, only to be featherlight the next. He was playing with you, in every sense of the word, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

His thrusts turning somewhat slower but hard, Jotaro slammed into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every move, his ears twitching at your desperate sounds, his pace perfect as he leaned down and kissed you, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Languidly pumping in and out of you, you were a moaning mess, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, even his wings, just searching for anything to properly anchor yourself that wasn’t his horns.

Yet Jotaro was experiencing wholly different emotions. With his eyes closed, he rocked into you, little grunts leaving him with every slow but deep thrust, your slick coating every part of his member, aiding the back and forth slide the incubus was doing. He was taking in every part he could of you.

He’d never had the same woman twice, it was strange. He’d never wanted to be close to anyone he fed off after the act, so why were you different? Why was it he hadn’t been able to think of anything but fucking you full again since he left you? Why was the squeeze of your walls around his cock so so so much better than anything he’d felt before?

Frustrated by his own emotions and lack of answer to them, Jotaro pulled back from the kiss, a whine leaving your throat as he sat up on his haunches, his hands moving to grip the underside of your knees, swiftly pushing them into your chest as he pinned you there, quickly pushing what had slipped out of his cock back in.

“You’re my pretty little plaything. My kitten.” He hummed, starting his pace back up, a little faster now as he hit deeper at this different angle, your breath hitching as his cock rubbed against your g-spot.

“W-Wait-“ You moaned, your hands holding onto his shoulders in your desperation, your poor cunt feeling battered from his harsh thrusts.

Raising an eyebrow, Jotaro grunted as he thrust into you before stopping, your eyes widening as he looked down at you, his thumb still rolling over your clit. “Yes, kitten?”

“No, I didn’t mean-“

“I bet you didn’t.” The incubus smirked, grabbing your hands with his free one and pinning them above your head while his wings held your legs to your chest. “I can feel how tight you clench around me, how much you want this. You want to cum, don’t you?” He hummed, his thumb ever present, stimulating your poor clit.

“Y-Yes! I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” You begged, earning a little groan from Jotaro as he rocked his hips.

“Good girl.” Sighing softly, he started his thrusts back up, beginning slow yet rapidly losing himself as he sped up, his eyes closed as he solely focused on your body. “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned.

You yourself weren’t doing any better, struggling to not squirm while he pinned every part of you, leaving you vulnerable. Something about having a literal devil on top of you, using every part of his body to pin you down and overpower you, to please you, it worked to make your cunt drip.

Panting, his chest rising up and down rapidly, the incubus looked down, groaning at the frothy ring around his cock, the evidence of his and your arousal visible and slick, causing him to pump his hips harder.

“Shit, you better cum soon, kitten.” He groaned, doubling his efforts on your clit, feeling how every thrust into your cunt made your sensitivity grow, the heat pooling in your abdomen flaring.

“I’m close.” You nodded, looking up at him, his body pristine and perfect, not a drop of sweat on him while you yourself felt like a mess, his cock dragging through your walls, claiming you in and out as you lay there, folded in half by the powerful being on top of you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” Growling that out, Jotaro pounded into you, chasing his own high while he pressed down on your clit, sensing your orgasm.

“Fuck!” Moaning out, you arched your back, feeling yourself teeter on the edge before one final thrust sent you over, a moan ripping from your throat as your cunt clenched around the large intrusion, trying to milk the incubus for all he was worth as you came.

“There we go, that’s it…” Muttering to himself, Jotaro panted as he continued thrusting, the squeeze of your pussy making him want to shake as he slammed into you once, twice more before stilling, moaning low as his orgasm washed over him.

Keeping you pinned in the mating press, Jotaro pumped you full of his cum for the second time, groaning deep within his throat as he did, feeling his balls empty inside you once more, his orgasmic haze only amplified by the energy and sustenance he got from yours, leaving him in a trance as he painted your walls white.

You’d never felt so full as Jotaro filled you up, his previously load packed deep within you already, his second, seeming even bigger than the first as spurt after spurt of seed entered you.

“Jotaro, it’s too much.” You whined, shaking your head as you wiggled to try and get free, but the incubus growled, his hand pinning your wrists tightening while his wings were unforgiving, keeping you pinned until he’d finish filling you up.

“Take it. I know you can.” His eyes were dark as he rocked his hips, filling you with the last of his seed, the excess already spilling out even with him still buried to the hilt inside you.

A panting mess, finally, Jotaro seemed to let up, his wings pulling away and folding back onto his back, allowing you to lower your legs while he also released your wrists, a deep breath leaving him.

“You did well, kitten.” He spoke, running the back of his knuckles gently down your temple. With a little tug, he slowly started pulling out, a whine leaving you as the ridges on his cock resisted, right up until he popped out. “You remember the deal?”

Looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired, you frowned in confusion. In return, Jotaro huffed, reaching down and collecting some of the cum that was starting to leak down. “Keep this inside you.” He spoke while pushing his finger into you, pushing the cum back in.

“Ah…” You whined softly as you closed your eyes, shifting your hips and Jotaro smirked, leaning over your body.

“See you around, kitten.”

Snapping your eyes open, you were already too late as he was gone, a residual feeling of him pulling his finger free from your cunt the only thing you were left with, apart from your marked and soiled body.

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Riordanverse Characters as quotes by people i know have said

dedicated to @lord-of-pterodactyls, i know you asked for friends in particular but i’m broadening it as even people i consider my nemeses (old ass philosophy teacher) are funny

Percy: i truly feel as if nothing will ever incapsulate my being as truly as the singing monsters water wubbox

Annabeth: *screaming from adjoining room* GET LOST APPLE MUSIC PRIVACY

Piper: *in bikini* i don’t like people with big boobs

Jason: *trying to compliment piper* your hair looks like dementia

Leo: *emerging from the stinky depths of his room after being in there for 16 hours straight and no showers with clothes from 5 days ago, red scabs all over his body and lips so dry it looks like a snake shedding its old skin by how crusty it is* guys on a scale from 1 to 10 how sexy do i look rn?

Hazel: *yeets her foot out and jiggles her toes menacingly at people she dislikes as an intimidation tactic because her toes are particularly hideous*

Frank: *after literally being targeted by a racial ‘joke’* worse than that, you white people eat spam

Grover: *pats air purifier* a good trusted friend

Nico: *drifts into hazel’s room* bro i ain’t even gonna lie, the holidays are better than the black plague *leaves room before she can question him further*

Reyna: *sleeptalking* stallion le meghan

Rachel: *pretending her coloured markers are vapes*

Thalia: *pointing at luke* my bro be the victim and the perpetrator

Tyson: *when talking about doing math* all i have are my fingers and a dream

Clarisse: *sees a sick person in bed* you’re looking pretty vulnerable *proceeds to ransack their room and steal their sheets like some gremlin*

Octavian: i am THE riddler *speaks in riddler voice and puts on devious little expression* what is... a curtain?

Will: *sees a dying person and looks pointedly at nico* and thats because they didnt take their cenovis vitamin c

Luke: i am constantly one snap away from either committing homicide or suicide

Apollo: *feeling face after new skincare routine* gosh my face feels as soft as a silicone tit

Meg: *pointing at apollo after redemption arc* YOU WON’T GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE YOU ARE A COMMUNIST!

Magnus: *eating falafel* this is an orgasmic experience

Samirah: *substituting random words in english for arabic and not realising no one understands what she’s saying*

Alex: *laughing at the death threats she gets online after posting a meme about BTS in the military*

Blitz: *does something naughty* omg sorry im such a libra（＾ν＾）

Hearth: *walks into room* god is dead.

Carter: *walking into sadie’s room visibly upset with a box of cadbury favourites* here take them. if you don’t im going to eat them all. please, dont make me do this

Sadie: take a shit and be late to school or dont take the shit and be on time hell loop

Zia: my top artist on spotify this year will be xi jinping’s wife

Walt: *simply, appreciatively and completely without context* yeah, buddha is a pretty amazing guy

Anubis: i dislike being emo because i can only go as death note characters for halloween

Bast: *absolutely entranced by watching love island uk and is just repeating everything any person says back in a treacherous essex accent*

Bes: *walking into classroom full of young teens with an oversized ‘free james assange’ shirt* today i am a nice, trendy leftist. tomorrow, who knows?

[ddollipop]

BITE INTO ME HARDER, SINK YOUR TEETH INTO MY FLESH. . . ! — ( KAEYA ALBERICH. )

#. synopsis! — while rummaging about in kaeya’s office, a first-time petty criminal paid off by the fatui finds herself caught a little too red-handed. a shattered wine bottle leads to the knight’s most coveted secret unweaving, and you quickly realize that the “wine” in that bottle is no alcoholic beverage. it’s blood. kaeya alberich is a vampire, and it’s been quite a while since he last fed from human prey. . . an agreement is reached .

#. contains! — f!reader , explicitly nsfw content , vampire!kaeya , petty-criminal!reader , begging , oral sex , blowjobs , vaginal sex , office sex , wall sex , bloodsucking , biting , light sub/dom dynamics , cumming on ass , cum eating , cum swallowing , dirty talk , apology sex .

#. word count! — 4.5k .

#. a/n! — this was obviously supposed to go up on halloween, but yk, took the L on that one. hope everyone enjoys anyway, even if it's roughly three days late lol.

Sometimes, you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do; for yourself, and at some points, for others. A period of financial hardship recently fell upon your family, and though it’s mostly been resolved by now, the lingering fear that it could happen again has surmounted in you taking a rather. . . Foolish deal. Like most citizens of Mondstadt, you’ve been wary of the Fatui’s presence in the nation. They seem to be up to nefarious things that people like you aren’t privy to, and the prying eyes that sit deep behind their masks always unnerve you as you pass them by. Today, however, you were actually approached by one of them, —one who promised you a small fortune for a devious act.

Initially, you were quick to turn her away. Mora wasn’t worth working with the likes of the Fatui, you thought. . . But sometimes, moral sacrifices have to be made. You thought back to your scrambling family, uncertain of where their next meal would be coming from, thought back to the sleepless nights you spent doing odd jobs around the city that nobody else would touch just to be able to afford a few basic necessities. And then, against your better judgment, you accepted her conditions as long as she promised to keep you anonymous from her allies and request nothing of you ever again going forward.

A part of you wonders, even now that you’re trapped in the thick of it, if she’ll truly hold up her end of the bargain. You can only hope she’ll have enough decency to be true to her word.

With uncertain hands, you rummage about Kaeya’s personal office. All it took was a few minutes of begging and a few mustered up tears for you to be let in, —told that Kaeya was currently returning from a mission and would be back soon enough. You kept up the act; played the guards like a fiddle, and had to admit that there was a certain thrill in doing so that you hadn’t expected to enjoy so much. Sniffling, you thanked them profusely for their kindness, (for their stupidity,) and sat alone in the room until you were sure they’d gone on their ways.

That’s when the search began. Maybe there’s a method to Kaeya’s madness, but you certainly don’t get it. Then again, you’re not exactly sure what you’re supposed to be looking for either. It’s possible that the woman had simply approached you to test your limits, see if you’d be willing to commit an act of betrayal against your nation. . . When you think about it like that, it makes you want to run away from it all, offer apologies in advance for something you haven't even officially done yet.

But it’s too late to turn back now, and if the worst comes to pass again, you’ll need the Mora you’ve been promised. At the end of the day, your obligations are first to your family; not to Mondstadt as a whole. So, you continue forth with your rummaging, flicking through useless papers that would likely be of no interest to your commissioner. There were no specific instructions, but the last thing you’d want is to go through all this trouble only to be told that your efforts were in vain. As such, you’re left rifling through documents and letters, stationary items, and other miscellaneous things. Nothing that you would personally consider to be of note, —but maybe the Fatui will have some use for one of Kaeya’s personal letters to someone unnamed about the sweet taste of wine in the fall.

Frustration takes hold, your heart hammering like a drum in your chest as you try to listen for footsteps in the hall. The last thing you need from this is to be caught snooping around in the Cavalry Captain’s office.

With that in mind, —it seems you've jinxed yourself. In your attempt to be swift, you open a drawer much too quickly, and its contents spill out onto the floor. A glass bottle shatters, and with it, your nerves fry themselves into a dish unsuitable for even the wild animals of the forests. The distinct, metallic scent of blood fills your nose, and you reach up, thinking that the fear has left you with a nosebleed. However, you quickly realize. . . That’s not the case.

Rather, the pool of red liquid at your feet emanates the strong odor. You’re no wine connoisseur by any means, —but you’ve never smelled one that reeks of blood. That can’t possibly be normal. . . Right?

You bend down, dabbing the tips of your middle and index fingers into the substance. It clings much too well, feels thinly viscous when you rub it against your thumb, and it stinks of iron. 

“Lovely, isn’t it?”

You flinch so hard that every cell in your body seems to retract at the sound of Kaeya’s voice suddenly piping up from the corner. He stands nonchalantly, arms crossed over his chest, and that characteristic smirk clinging to the edges of his lips. In long, confident strides, he approaches you from the opposite side of the office, reaching out for you. His lithe fingers wrap around your wrist, —both soft, yet firm in grip.

When he brings your fingers to his mouth, you're stunned by the display he makes of licking the pads of them clean. The red liquid stains his tongue before he swallows it down, sucking on your digits for just a moment in what you can only assume is a gesture of good measure. You're too shocked to even think about pulling away.

"Ah," Kaeya clicks his newly cleaned tongue, "it seems we've run into a bit of a problem here, no?"

You swallow roughly, uncertain of what to say or do. You've been caught red-handed, very literally so, and you're at a loss as to where to go from here. A part of you wonders if turning on the waterworks will play out in your favor with Kaeya the way it did with the guards. Somehow, you doubt it. . .

"I'm sorry," spills past your lips before you have the chance to think it through. "I'm really sorry, just please—"

"You're sorry you got caught," Kaeya interrupts, but he doesn't sound particularly upset by it.

He speaks as if making little more than a casual observation.

"I'm sure you've got a tale to tell," he continues, "probably something sad, —a little sob story about your finances sinking into nothingness and a member of the Fatui approaching you with an offer you just couldn't refuse."

You swallow again, and his grip on your wrist tightens ever so slightly. Kaeya can tell by the look in your eyes that he's hit the nail on the head.

"Don't look so surprised," he scoffs, "—you're hardly special. I've met you ten, twenty times before. It always ends the same."

He's said so little, but has eluded to so much, and Kaeya loves the way your hand quivers in his hold.

The knight leans closer to whisper to you, warm tufts of breath fanning against the burning shell of your ear: "I will say though. . . You're the prettiest thief I've ever caught in my office."

He takes note of the way you inhale sharply at his compliment, interpreting it as a thank you.

"Now it's just a matter of how to punish you," Kaeya states. "I could always hand you over to someone else and have them deal with you, but where's the fun in that?"

Fun? Celestia knows that's the last thing on your mind right now as Kaeya's fingers tighten around your wrist again, further cementing his silent point of having no intentions of letting you go any time soon.

"That stuff on the floor," you say in a voice barely above a whimper, "—is it blood?"

He laughs. It's straight from the chest, so genuine and raw that it sends shivers up the length of your spine. To you, this is anything but funny. To him, it seems that he's more amused by you than anything else.

"You couldn't figure that out from the scent?" He questions. "Of course it is. But don't look so frightened. It's not from a human; it's the blood of a boar."

It’s as if he thought that anecdote would make having a bottle of the stuff in his office any easier to swallow, no matter where it originated. 

"And you just. . . Drink it?" You question.

"That's what Vampires do," he nods. "We drink blood. It's in our nature, one might say."

Vampires?

You've long heard rumors about them across Teyvat, but had always chalked them up to superstition and the imagination of parents trying to keep their children in line. Every once in a while, you'd catch wind of a forest animal found somewhere off outside the city with its body drained of blood, —but again, you'd chalk that up to little more than gossip and idle chatter.

"It's been quite a while since I've dranken straight from a human, though."

He could practically smell the surge of anxiety that rippled through your body like the evening tide to the jutting rocks just off Starsnatch Cliff. 

"I-I can fix that," you stammer. "If you agree to let me go, I'll let you drink my blood, and I promise you'll never see me anywhere near your office ever again."

Kaeya laughs again, and it's no less sinister than the first.

"You think you're in any position to be driving bargains?" He snickers.

Even so, it seems to you that he's weighing the options.

"Still," he muses, "I'll admit that I admire your ability to adapt so quickly. So just for that, —lean back against the wall and tilt your head to the side. I'll consider letting you go after I've had a good taste."

You oblige, against your better judgment, knowing that if your family were to find out about any of this, you'd never have the nerve to go home again. It would be bad enough if they knew you'd been speaking with a member of the Fatui, —but to have been driven to steal from a pillar of Mondstadt's community? Completely and utterly unheard of. Just like the real, genuine existence of Vampires is completely unheard of, —but here you are, about to have your blood sucked by one. Today’s been weird, —not that you really have the time to dwell on that right now.

"Don't make any sudden movements," Kaeya warns, brushing some loose strands of hair out of the way to have complete access to your neck. "The pain subsides faster if you keep your muscles relaxed."

Funnily enough, you hadn't considered the pain aspect of it up until now, but there was definitely no turning back. You glance at him, gulping nervously at the brief glint you catch of his fangs that have come out to feed.

"Do it," you whisper breathily, voice quivering as Kaeya's pupil seems to blow, his single iris beginning to swim with a bright, scarlet red color, replacing the striking blue that once resided there.

You barely have half the mind to register the quick breath that graces your skin before he’s sunken his fangs into your flesh. The initial puncture is the worst of it, —something akin to agonizing. It leaves you whimpering, barely able to keep yourself together to remain still. Your back is pressed against the wall, barely able to stabilize you as your knees begin to quake under the pressure and the pain.

Kaeya is quick about the ordeal, no hesitation to be found in his bite. It's been a long while since he's fed directly from a human, and you can feel the eagerness of his mouth when he laps at the puncture wounds on your neck. The rake of his tongue across your newfound injuries soothes you down swiftly enough.

Your blood tastes much better than any forest creature. It's sweet and dulcet, —so velvety as it flows into his mouth and plays on his tongue. Pain soon turns to a sick sense of pleasure, one so intense that it has your eyes rolling around in your skull. Arousal swims in your veins, blood pumping faster and your body in ruins. The wet, warm heat of Kaeya's mouth drowns out all reason and rationale, spreading across your skin like wildfire. 

Pleasure and pain meld together, becoming indistinguishable from one another. A blissful sense of devastation lingers in the wake of it all. The Vampire feeds, getting his fill of you as he listens to the soft moans that fall from your lips every so often. He doesn't need to pull away to see the arousal written across your face, to see the hollow expression of dream-like ecstasy you’re wearing, —although the option is certainly available. Kaeya can smell the surge of hormones running rampant inside you, along with the rampant thump of your quickening pulse. 

Arousal is normal during times of feeding. It’s encouraged by the bite of a Vampire, allowing them to feed faster as blood pumps more rapidly through the heart. 

With your back pressed firmly against a wall in the Cavalry Captain's office, you close your eyes and listen to the silent story of rushing fluid as your blood spills into Kaeya's desperate mouth. He could have easily drained you dry of every last drop, but managed to stop himself before the possibility was even on the horizon. When he pulls away, the corners of his mouth stained red, you watch with half-lidded eyes as he licks it up, making sure that none of your glorious crimson fluid would go to waste.

Lazily, Kaeya looks at you and inquires; “You okay?”

With glazed eyes and a pit burning deep within your stomach, your legs quiver as your back slips down the wall until you're sitting on the floor. They’re practically useless for the time being, thrumming with. . . Something. Whatever this feeling is, you’re wildly unfamiliar with it, and you don’t have the strength to question it. 

"Fine," you answer dreamily, thighs squeezing together irritably.

So fine, in fact, that your clit is throbbing against the soft material of your panties.

Kaeya has seen this before. It’s why he prefers to sustain himself on animal blood, and why he avoids feeding from humans, even when the taste is far superior to the staleness that often lingers in blood that comes from a bottle. Lust after a feeding session is both common and normal; almost to be expected. Some are worse off than others, with people like you being particularly sensitive to the rush of hormones a Vampire’s bite releases.

Moreover, Kaeya rarely indulges in sex. Attractive as he may be, with many suitors ready and willing to rip the clothes off his body and give him the ride of a lifetime, the knight has always preferred to take care of his needs himself. Occasionally, he’ll seek the assistance of a young woman from the city, but even those little rendezvous are few and far between (and never do they entail drinking anyone’s blood.)

Ah, but you. . . There was something special, —something different about you in a way Kaeya couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’d known that the moment you bared your neck to him, offering your blood in exchange for his silence mere moments after learning that Vampires aren’t just mythical creatures of legend. The once clever young woman he’d caught in his office, snooping around through his things, is now sitting on the floor with a pair of puncture wounds on her pretty throat, her eyes staring off at nothing in particular. Far off and dreamy, your legs squeeze together, seeking friction from the little twists your hips make.

Call it instinct or gentlemanly obligation, Kaeya felt it was only appropriate to clean up a mess he had more than a fair hand in creating, —so he gets down on a single knee beside you, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your eyes.

“You’ve got two options,” he says. “You can take care of. . . All this,” looking up and down your languid body, “—by yourself, or you can ask politely for help and apologize for rummaging around my office without permission. Which’ll it be, darling?”

Your insides ripple at the thought of it alone. It’s absolutely incredible what a Vampire’s bite can do to a lowly human being; one oh so susceptible to the want and need of it all in the fallout.

“I’m sorry,” you all but whimper, mustering up your best pair of puppy-dog eyes in hopes that it would hit any sweet spots the Cavalry Captain could have buried within.

Admittedly, he’s more intrigued by the glaze of lust that hangs over your stare.

“What was that?” He mocks, feigning ignorance as he rises to his feet and takes a few strides back. “I didn’t quite catch what you said there.”

You swallow, ignoring the bitter pricks of pain that have begun to jolt about along your neck.

“I’m sorry—”

“Wrong,” he interjects, clicking his tongue disapprovingly once again. “It’s basic manners to know that one should grovel on their knees when begging for forgiveness.”

The breath that follows his subtle command is shaky as it passes your lips. You give a quick nod before pulling your body forward, suddenly feeling much heavier than before without the weight of the wall to support you. Hands smoothing their way across the hardwood floor and knees trailing behind, you approach him like a scolded pet ready to beg for attention from your master after making a mistake.

“I shouldn’t have come into your office without permission,” you admit, attempting to tune out the incessant thrum of your arousal. “And I shouldn’t have touched your things without permission either.”

“Mhm,” he hums, reaching down to grab your chin.

Kaeya forces you to look up at him from your place just before the space between his long, slender legs.

“And?”

“And I’m very sorry that I did.”

You’re less sorry now than you were five minutes ago. Right now, the only thing you can manage to think about is the heat from the tips of his fingers scorching at your skin, —sending shockwaves through your body that you desperately need to feel alight inside you.

He smirks, a small scoff bursting forth as he studies your pretty face.

“You’re sorry?” He inquires sarcastically.

“Yes,” you reply in a small, needy voice, “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

“That so?” His hands fall away from your face to tug at his pants, allowing his half-hard cock to spring free. “Then go ahead and show me just how sorry you are.”

You glance between his sizable length and his one visible eye. Kaeya takes himself into a loose grip, before snapping another command as you move back to sit on your knees.

“Open that pretty mouth up and let me see your lying little tongue.”

He slaps the warm head against your exposed tongue once, twice, thrice, —then smoothes himself over the wetness, cock sliding with your saliva. It’s not long before he bores of this, however, instead ordering you to put in some extra effort.

“Put your lips around it,” he instructs, sighing softly in relief when you do as he says.

With your mouth suctioned loosely around him, you offer a few sloppy licks to the tip. His hand comes down to rest with the flat of his palm against the crown of your head, encouraging you to continue on; to take him in deeper and let him feel all the dips and grooves of your throat. As he relaxes into you, you go off script and follow the beat of your own drum, so to speak. Kaeya barely stifles a moan as you lick a solid stripe from the bottom of his shaft to the leaking tip of his cock.

“Look at me,” he says simply; to which you comply, staring up at him with the best doe-eyed stare you can muster up with a cock stuffed in your jowls.

Even as the effects of his bite wear off and your neck begins to ache, the lust remains hot and heavy, pooled deep within your gut. The burning embers are stoked further the moment you take him into your mouth again, wrapping your lips around his member before sinking down slowly. A tempo rises from the ashes, a sigh escapes past Kaeya’s lips, and you begin the melody: shallow and easy. As the pressure builds within you both, your sluggish, almost lazy movements become much more fervent, and Kaeya’s hand returns to the crown of your head once more. His long fingers press against your hair, the other cupping the side of your face, encouraging you onward.

You establish a steady rhythm, —one that wracks your lover to the core. Kaeya feels his insides quiver as you bob up and down on him, your mouth nearly ghosting the base of his long cock accompanied by tiny gags that leave your throat contracting around him. He gets louder, groaning and whispering filthy words, mumbling sweet nothings about how pretty you are when he’s buried in your maw. Still, the knight seems to be holding onto a small sliver of self-control; one that you’re determined to strip him bare of before this little escapade comes to a close.

The rest is nothing but messy enthusiasm. You feel him twitch against your tongue, only to solidly press your nose against his naval, swallowing around him to tip him over the edge. It works like a charm.

As you pull away, Kaeya leaves you with a mouthful of hot cum. It’s thick, mild in flavor, and all too easy to drink down.

You make a show of swallowing it, and then of wiping your bottom lip clean. He could likely cum again just watching you in the aftermath.

“Good,” he says simply.

Kaeya then removes his shirt and is halfway through stepping out of his pants before he stops to pause, glancing down at you as if to ask “what do you think you’re waiting for?” Suffice to say, you get the hint.

As you stand naked before him, Kaeya’s lips meet yours for the first time. He moves the both of you back until your ass is pressed to the wall again, offering you stability as he attacks your lips in bruising kisses and laps at the insides of your mouth with little care. He’s like a starved lion; fervent in every move he makes and all too desperate, but somehow composed enough to control the situation with ease.

“Turn around,” he growls against your lips, wasting little time in smoothing his lithe fingers over the plane of your shoulders.

His arm encircles your throat, pulling you close to him as he reaches out with the other hand, demanding that you spit into it. He uses your saliva to slick himself up, then presses your shoulders toward the wall, barely offering you any time to find your bearings before his fingers prod at your entrance.

“You’re dripping,” he laughs.

If you had enough humility in the moment to be embarrassed, maybe you would have been; —but this isn’t exactly the type of situation for that. Rather, you arch your back a little further, hoping it might offer him better access (and thus encourage him to fuck you faster.)

It works easily enough.

Kaeya pushes his saliva ridden cock inside your sopping cunt, presses further into your insides all the way to the hilt. He bottoms out, leaving you gasping as your pussy clenches around the thick of him. Maybe it’s all part of a Vampire’s impact; but you’re seeing stars even before he makes any attempt to move, viewing galaxies behind your fluttering eyelids as he digs his fingernails into your hip. Your head’s up in the clouds again. . .

“Fuck,” he groans, —and you love the breathless twinge that ghosts along your spine when his head falls closer to his chest.

It’s all too good the way your cunt moves around him, welcoming him deep inside. He thought your blood was good, —great—, but this is like stuffing his cock into the gates of Celestia itself. You’re obnoxiously proud of the way Kaeya loses himself inside you, as if abandoning his status as Cavalry Captain just to get a taste of what it’s like to be truly human.

He pulls out slowly, as if to tease you even in his blissed out state, before slamming back in with reckless abandon. It’s so intense that it makes your insides quake, —unbearably intense and much too pleasurable, perhaps in a masochistic sense of the word.

The tempo rises once again. It begins as something quick and frantic, but evolves into something much more desperate, sharper and harsher. The distinct sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, likely seeping from his office and into the halls; but you’re too lost in the moment to care, especially when Kaeya picks up the pace. When he angles his thrusts just right, hitting all the sweet spots inside you, the both of you are reduced to little more than loud moans and desperate pants.

The air inside his office is no longer tempered. It might as well have been suffocating, but even breathing itself seemed to pale in comparison as a necessity when pitted against the pounding of Kaeya’s cock. 

A sob works its way up your throat, spilling past your lips excitedly. Your core is thrumming, pussy convulsing around him, —loving the way he fills you up as if his very life depends on it. His every move makes your body weaker by the second, pumping you full of adrenaline and ecstasy. It’s all so overwhelming in a way you simply cannot get enough of. You even love the way Kaeya leaves you struggling for breath, gasping for air in between the hammerings he offers right to your g-spot. 

At the edge, Kaeya reaches between your legs to play with your neglected clit, and without warning sinks his fangs into your neck once more. This time, he drinks nothing more than what spills up to the surface, breathing heavily against the skin of your throat. You’re left trembling underneath him, eyes rolling back into your skull as ecstasy explodes from within. He leaves you mewling, cumming on and clenching around him. 

It’s not long before Kaeya follows in suit, pulling out just in the nick of time to spill his seed along your ass. Your knees give way immediately, forcing you to the ground. It was, frankly, a miracle you’d been able to stand the entire time without collapsing before. His bite and the rippling impact of your orgasm have knocked all the wind from your sails, and you haven’t a clue how Kaeya is still standing tall after all of that.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, smoothing his hair back with a single hand, “—I’d say that apology suffices.”

You don’t even need to look his way to know that he’s got an annoying smirk plastered across his face.

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 1

Let's start things off with something... Sweet.

Character: Portgas D. Ace Reader: cis!fem Warnings: Mostly fluff, oral given, 18+ only

Notes: This is part of @nagumoan's Dance with the Dead Collab.

Summary: You and Ace decide to have a quiet Halloween at home for once, and he comes up with an idea to help you get through a scary movie. -:- 1668 words

Treats with Ace

“I’m not saying I don’t want to watch it,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “I’m just saying I’m a real pansy when it comes to scary movies, and I don’t know that I’ll get through the whole thing.”

Ace had put a DVD in to play after coming over to your apartment. The idea had been to celebrate Halloween a little more intimately than you usually did. No big costume parties, no getting home at 4 in the morning too sloshed to do much except peel off costumes and pass out.

A nice, quiet evening, just the two of you.

You made some Halloween themed snacks and Ace had brought the movie. You’d been hoping for something truly campy and awful, like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, or something similar. Instead it was a legit, albeit still older, scary movie.

You weren’t upset, far from it, you just weren’t sure hiding behind Ace was going to be enough. You might have to get up and leave, and you didn’t want him to have to end the movie just because of you.

Ace gets a devious look on his face, grinning as he puts a hand along your shoulder. “I bet I can think of a way to help you get through it.”

You almost snort trying not to laugh. “Not being able to see the screen cause you’ve got your tongue half-way down my throat wouldn’t exactly be ‘getting me through it’.” You tease, leaning into him and tapping the tip of his nose.

He crinkled his face a little, wiggling his nose in response to the affectionate touch. “I promise, you’ll still be able to see the movie.”

You agree, and next thing you know you’re sitting almost on the edge of the couch. Almost every pillow in the house is behind you, letting you sit back a little despite being on the edge. Ace hits play on the movie and kneels down in front of you.

“Ace,” you start to say but he shushes you.

“Watch the movie, not me.” He says, sly smirk on his face as he tugs at the laces of your shoes. He looks up and gives you his earlier devious grin again. “Just use your safe word if you need me to stop.”

Ace moved slowly. Painfully slowly. The opening credits and scene had barely finished when he pulled your first shoe off. You were doing your best to ignore him, and focus on the movie, but his hands were hot against your legs, even with your pants still on.

When he took the first sock off you audibly gasped at the sensation of his bare hand against your skin. You heard him chuckle softly, rubbing his hand over your ankle before taking your other sock off. You were twenty minutes into the movie, and all you were certain about was that everyone in it was an idiot.

There was no amount of money that would convince you to go up to an old, abandoned asylum to spend the night. Especially if you had some kind of terrible secret in your closet that would be moral grounds to have you hunted by tortured spirits.

Ace’s hands wandered up your legs, and you glanced down at him nervously before looking back at the movie.

“Ah-Ace?” You question, your heart was almost pounding in your ears. Even through your pants, the heat and weight of his hands were sinking into you.

“I’m just going to take your pants off.” He says it almost flatly, despite the smirk on his face, and it takes you a second to process what he’s saying.

“Yeah, uh – huh?” You look down as he grips your hips and leans in, mouth open as he hooks his teeth onto the button of your jeans, tugging it free. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you scoot back into the couch a little, but the dense pack of pillows behind you doesn’t let you get far. “Ace!”

“Keep your eyes on the movie.” He says before taking the zipper clasp between his teeth and pulling it down.

“My eyes might be on the screen, but my brain isn’t paying attention.” You whine, as hot hands slip under your shirt and caress your stomach and sides. “D-Do any of these people survive?”

“Couple,” he answers off-handedly, moving his hands around to your back and lifting you a little while pulling your pants down at the same time. You lean back, gasping as you lift your hips to help him.

He pulls your pants down slowly, leaning over and leaving soft and dry, but warm kisses against your thighs as he inches them down. You have an iron grip on the couch, trying desperately not to squirm, and also to keep your eyes on the TV.

At this point you didn’t give a shit about the movie itself. The asylum ghosts could win for all you cared, and you didn’t normally like really dark endings like that. But the tension was nothing compared to what Ace was doing to you, and the tanned, freckled, tattooed brat you called your boyfriend had barely even begun.

As his kisses pass your knee his hands grab onto your calf, holding one leg and then the other still as he pulls your pants off. His kisses give way to his tongue as he licks your shin, sending odd shivers down to your toes and up your thighs, the sharp, teasing sensation of his teeth dragging against your skin randomly.

Now at least you knew why he’d been holding your leg so firmly. Your fists slam into the couch cushions when he repeated the process with the other leg. The strange sensation wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, but you felt like you were caught between being tickled and teased.

Ace settled in between your thighs, pushing your legs open wide. “Your panties are soaked.” He teases, looking up at you. You can feel his gaze on you, but you’re trying to keep your eyes on the movie.

“N-no talking,” you stammer. “I… I won’t be able to hear the movie.”

“Sure, sure.” He muses, leaning in and licking along the inside of your thigh. Your breath falls out of your mouth like fog – heavy and low. You can barely keep your eyes on the screen as his tongue slides up toward your hips.

Ace’s dark eyes lock onto yours as he continues to the line of your thigh, pulling your panties aside just enough to lick the crease where your legs meet your hips.  He doesn’t even tell you to watch the movie before he’s pulling your panties down your thighs.

He leans back enough to bring your legs together long enough to pull them off and away, pushing your legs open wide as he leans back into you. He’s level with your face for a moment, kissing you sweetly, and all too briefly before he gives the tip of your nose a quick peck.

“Watch. The movie.” He emphasizes, before shifting back down between your thighs. He watches you for a moment, making sure you’ve managed to rip your gaze away from him and back to the television.

You have no idea what’s happening in the movie. People are dying, the ghosts seem to be winning, a couple people seem to be mostly on the innocent side, and at least smart enough to have survived so long. Right now though, you can’t even really remember the name of the movie, let alone anything else.

Ace licks the other crease of your thigh, and you let out a shivering gasp, almost crying to keep your eyes up and on the TV.  His arms hook around your thighs, and your fingers slip through his hair even as you keep watching the movie. Fingers spread you open, his hot breath washing over your wet and desperate clit.

The first swift flick of his tongue against your twitching pussy nearly causes you to scream, and if not for his arms around your thighs your hips would’ve come up off the couch entirely. You didn’t get a chance to admonish him for it, before he dived in entirely, his lips and tongue licking and sucking your clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your body tensing as pleasure jolted through you like lightning.

He held you in place, arms braced against your hips, mouth nearly suctioned in place. He was well-practiced at pleasuring you, but tonight was the first time he’d teased you for so long before getting started. You hadn’t realized how turned on you’d been until your toes and torso were curling as your legs shivered.

“Ahhh-sssss!” You drag out his name, not quite saying it right as pleasure pulled your muscles tight. He didn’t stop, only grunting a little as you tugged on his hair harder than you meant to.

You sink into the pillows and the couch, releasing your grip on Ace’s hair, eyes hazy and body hot. Ace gives you a few more long, lazy licks, making your body twitch and your breath come out in shaky moans, before looking up at you with a grin.

“I should have you watch a scary movie more often.” He says, bringing your legs up with him as he leans up and over you enough to kiss you. “You came so fast.”

“Y-you teased me for forty minutes!” You protest, laughing as he nuzzles into your neck.

“All I did was undress you.”

“And kiss my legs,” you insist. “And then licked me. And then teased me!” Your protest falls into a moan as he grinds the bulge in his pants against your bare pussy.

“Gonna forgive me?” He muses, shifting his hips and listening to your needy sounds.

You lean back a little, admiring that crooked smile. You look down, tilting your head, before looking back up at him.

“Give me a proper treat, Portgas,” you drive your point home by grinding back against him. “And I will.”

[r2d2lover]

A Court Of Lies Pt. 2

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: T+

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none. it's a fluffy fake dating jealous prankster Sebastian scenario with teensy suggestive dialogue

Summary:

"That is the thing, you see..." You took a deep breath to steady yourself. "I kind of panicked and said that... That I was already going with you."

"Oh! Well. I'm perfectly fine with this revelation," Sebastian said, a devious smirk forming across his lips.

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Fluffy teensy suggestive reader insert oneshot inspired by an audio story by TikTok user @/sebastianandmc. The conversation and storyline credits go to that user and I was given permission to turn their story "Fake Courting" into a full fledged fic. Also game dialogue is taken.

Link to original TikTok: Part 1- https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRoKhbna/ Part 2- https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRoKB4EA/

Crossposted on Ao3

Frankly, you felt ridiculous in your new outfit, but Sebastian insisted that it was the perfect look. When you told Poppy about the whole ordeal, she squealed excitedly and wasted no time in helping you get ready for the weekend. Poppy pulled your hair in an intricate plait that she said made you look like "a Fwooper in the early summer." Whatever that meant.

You met Sebastian at the front of Hogwarts, where he was leaning against the half wall outside the Northern exit. Poppy had pulled your corset so tight that you could barely breathe, and any breath you had left was taken by how good Sebastian looked while he was simply waiting for you. He had abandoned his usual robes, instead choosing to showcase his new green plaid jumper that he purchased at Gladrags yesterday after you told him how well it fit him and a brown rugged overcoat. Sebastian's eyes perked up when we took notice of you and made a comment about how absolutely floored Leander will be when he sees the two of you together. Sebastian, in typical gentlemanly manner, offered his arm to you while you both made the trek to the fall festival.

"I've never been to a festival this grand before. It's amazing!" You beamed, not sure where to look first. Hogsmeade had transformed into a different village that was decorated beautifully for Halloween. 

"Then I am honored to be your guide this evening," Sebastian bowed jokingly, offering you his hand like a prince. "Oh... and as one friend to another, of course, you look splendid. Truly."

You kissed his hand to continue the bit and made a comment about how he obviously had to think you look splendid, he chose the ensemble.

"You believe so? Thank you, Sebastian. Poppy actually styled my hair how her Gran taught her," You played with the end of your braid nervously. Sebastian started to turn pink.

"O-of course."

"Is something the matter? Your face is a little red. Was it those Pepper Imps we ate?" You asked, brushing a hand towards Sebastian's cheek to feel if there was any heat. He waved your hand off with a small laugh.

"Must be... I'm sure that explains it. Ahem. Oh, wonderful. Here comes the red headed twig himself," Sebastian's eyes trained on Leander making his way towards you two. Sebastian dropped your hand to snake an arm around your waist, pulling you in so quickly that you let out a little yelp. 

"Dare I even try to tell you to behave, Sebastian?"

"No use really," Sebastian said devilishly, plastering a satisfied smirk on his face.

"So it really is true," Leander said ever-so bitterly. "I honestly thought you might have made it up as an excuse. However, who would willingly expose that they were courting him."

"Oh, go fall into an Inferni pit, Leander. Jealousy doesn't suit you," Sebastian said coolly, running his hands up and down your waist. You felt heartbeat pick up because Sebastian's hands were covered by your robes. He was doing this for his own pleasure.

"Well, she doesn't suit you, Sebastian," Leander shot back. Sebastian's jaw clenched and his hand around your waist only tightened.

"Boys, boys," You said helplessly, trying to diffuse the situation. Leander simply scoffed.

"I will bow out respectfully," Leander crossed his arms. He turned so that he was only facing you. "But, if you get bored, I'll still be here. You've got a fine lady there, Sallow. Don't screw it up."

"Oh, I know that," Sebastian said matter-of-factly, making Leander mutter a string of curses under his breath.

"I'll take my leave. Enjoy the festival," Leander looked defeated, which only inflated Sebastian's ego.

"You didn't use Crucio on him. I guess that should make me feel relieved," You exhaled, forgetting that you were holding your breath the entire time.

"Well, it did cross my mind," Sebastian whispered, removing his hand from your waist so that he could spin you around to face him.

"I'll take that as a joke," You snorted. "Seems like you accomplished your mission of pissing him off."

"Hmm, I think I did In celebration, how about I take you to go bobbing for apples?" Sebastian said with that same devilish look from earlier. 

"Are you sure? I'm fierce competition you know, Sallow," You pursed your lips.

"Is that so? If you thought bobbing for apples was already hard, try it when they're charmed," Sebastian challenged, then his eyes darkened. "What makes you so talented at bobbing with your hands behind your back?"

You gasped at his comment and slapped him on his chest, making a comment about Sebastian's dirty mind. He laughed it off and took your hand, leading you to one of the enchanted barrels. However, instead of placing the two of you in the queue for apple bobbing, Sebastian pulled you into Honeydukes, which was abandoned due to the festival. 

"Sebastian-" You started, but Sebastian cut you off by pressing you the wall next to some chortling Chocolate Frogs. He leaned in close to you, making you feel tiny compared to him.

"You're driving me mad," He whispered, so close that you could clearly smell an alcoholic tinge from his aftershave. He wrapped one arm around your waist, using his free hand to cup your burning face.

"Seb... We- we can drop the act. I think Leander is proficiently angry," You said, lowering your voice to match his. This made Sebastian laugh and you could feel the vibrations from his chest.

"What if I don't want to?" Sebastian nosed along your hair. He pulled back to see your stunned and stammering expression. You were unable to form any words, so he spoke for you. "Every joke has an air of truth to it."

"What?" You managed to squeak out. Sebastian bit his lip, looking amused.

"Really, you're that oblivious?" Sebastian asked, dropping his hand from your face.

"I don't understand..." Your voice trailed off and Sebastian's smirk returned to his face.

"From that first day you beat me in the dueling match to our first excursion to Hogsmeade. Merlin. You've had me charmed. I couldn't believe it when Professor Weasley said you chose me to show you around the grounds," Sebastian continued. He brushed one of your braids off your shoulder. "And now this whole 'fake courting' scheme. Are you trying to kill me?"

You really couldn't believe it. All the cat and mouse you two were playing was just Sebastian concealing his feelings for you. You felt satisfied in your scheme and how wonderfully it worked out to your advantage. Anything that you wanted to communicate to Sebastian was easier done that said and you threw your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"Merlin, you are trying to kill me," Sebastian mumbled against your lips.

"Sebastian, please just shut up and kiss me," You said desperately, pulling him back in for another taste.

[tavyliasin]

I liked it thank you but I’m confused will there always be something like a threesome with Haarlep? As you mentioned him for the Raphael headcons? ❤️ would you rather Raphael or Haarlep? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Oooh well now that's an interesting one. I can't truly separate the two in my mind, their stories are so finely entwined, it's like they have been married for longer than they can remember. Or perhaps something akin to what marriage might be for two such as them~ However, I have written just Raphael and Tav on their own too. As well as the huge Halloween orgy with Haarlep, oh that one was so delicious to work on it practically wrote itself through feverish fingers~ As a summary of my Cambion and Incubus content on my AO3: ATG 4 - Dream? Nightmare Raphael and Tav meet in a "dream", alone. There's no sex, but there's longing and tension, a building of their dynamic. ATG 7 - Love? Lust Raphael and Haarlep, showing their dynamic on their own together, with some hints of how Raphael is feeling about Tav ATG 9 - Mouse? Rat and ATG 10 - Cat? Claw In 9, Tav arrives at the House of Hope desperate to find help for a missing companion, but what she finds instead is an incubus with the same voice as the cambion she was looking for and an interesting offer. 10 is where Raphael comes home to find Tav in his bed with his incubus, and ends up joining in. ATG 11 - Deal? Done and ATG 12 - Friday? Freaky In 11, a bored Haarlep has a devious plot and entices Tav into joining. She's not sure why she agrees at first, but the details of the deal are far enough in her favour to be worthwhile. 12 is the continuation where Haarlep's plan comes to fruition as the pair of them trick Raphael. This one is a personal favourite for the plot and how the little game plays out for all 3.

Tricks and Treats in the House of Hope This is a Halloween special, in which Haarlep invites Halsin, Tav, and Astarion to join their masquerade party. Raphael is there, but not as active a participant as he might want to be... This one is "the orgy special" as we have group sex with the 4 main mentions. The Sleepless Dream This one is a standalone one shot of Haarlep x Reader, where they're appearing as your sleep paralysis demon. Short, only a little spicy, and maybe inspired by a bout of insomnia. The Mouse Trap Pure Dom Raphael with a bratty f!Tav. Just wish fulfilment for those who prefer an entirely Dominant cambion flavour compared to my usual Spicy Switch writing for him. Gala of the Damned A prequel to the game events, this is Raphael and Haarlep in their standard interactions together. The push and pull of Raphael holding the power, until they are back in the bedroom in the House of Hope, the place where Haarlep has all of the control in their claws once more and can take revenge. Tavylia's Short Drabbles Requests and practice shorts that didn't become full length fics, but deserved to be preserved and shared. Our fiends appear in chapters 1, 3, 4, and 6 so far. I even wrote the "canon accurate" of "Raphael is bad in bed" as a request for this and I hated it but wanted it to be fun anyway.

OK that is my entire catalogue (so far) of works featuring Raphael and/or Haarlep - each title is a link to the AO3 page where you can find the whole work. ATG is a larger series with ongoing continuity, which is available as single chapter works collected into a series, or there is one single work with all the chapters put together but I found that one doesn't allow for accurate tagging of each chapter unfortunately. If you, or anyone else reading this, has a request fic for pretty much any main/major/recurring characters (other than Dammon and Minsc, who I will only write SFW for), please do let me know. I have a few on my list to get through, but I find them fun and enjoyable whether they stay as a short drabble or grow to a full size work. Anyway that's more than enough from me on this one darlings I could talk about this all night, I have only been writing smut since late September, and I have 28 unique works which total likely over 100k words by now. My next release will be Abdirak x He Who Was which is still being written and already over 6,000 words. What can I say, loves, I'm enjoying their dynamic...

[yallmakemyassitch]

An Eldritch's Endearment (a transcript)

Summary: Kevin has one of the biggest lee moods ever and would practically let anybody tickle him. Luckily, a certain monster has come to his apartment to fulfill his darkest desires

Word count: 6013

Characters: 33636

Tobi talks: Yeah, I did a self insert this time! While the og comic inspired this fic, please note the fic and art are completely separate scenarios. Either way, sorry for this being a little late, was busy with school and shit but glad I could get this out. Enjoy! (also tiggles are kinda intense so look out for that :P)

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Kevin has been uncharacteristically happy recently, despite his reputation as the typical grumpy cashier. The happiest he’s been would be on his days off, but today wasn’t one of those days. When his boss would brush past him to get by, he’d practically leap several feet into the air. Along with that, he struggled to keep that stupid grin and his heavy blush at bay when sinking into one of his tickle fantasies. His own manager pointed out his odd tendencies but he always had an excuse for it.

Such a stupid thing to feel but the candyman craved it deeply. Kevin, after locking up the store and making his way down his usual route down the dingy, creepy road, quietly giggled to himself. His thoughts ran wild at the idea of someone just picking him up and going to town on him until he was a cackling, flustered mess. He would prod himself gently just to get the thrill of a devious ler poking him, making him flinch. He even laughed openly in the crisp air. Halloween was nearing its arrival and although he dreaded the inevitable rude customers and two certain annoying boys, that didn’t ruin his mood.

These cycled his mind in an endless loop of anticipation and disappointment. How he wished for someone to just appear before him and give him what he desired, mercilessly tickle him until he was reduced to nothing but a puddle of giggles. The wind blew, sliding crisp air down his exposed neck. If it weren’t for his heightened sensitivity, he wouldn’t have even batted an eye to it.

But he couldn’t help but grasp it and silently chuckled.

It tickled, just a little.

But an even stronger breeze came and he froze as he heard what he thought was his name. It was hushed and quiet, but whoever or whatever it was called his name. He brushed it off and walked up the steps to his apartment complex. Twisting his key in the door and opening it, he slammed the door behind him and slid his back against the door. The butterflies were still going.

He was smiling yet it hurt that this mood of his would dissipate yet again into an eventless night and he would be back to his normal self. The ravenette reached into his pocket and smiled to himself. Looking through his secret account’s dashboard, he saw that his favorite author had written another fanfiction and posted it only a few minutes ago. While nothing could truly satisfy his desire, reading his favorite characters in their own silly predicament always brought a smile to Kevin’s face.

With the gleam of his phone on his face, he wasn’t focusing on his environment. But when he briefly glanced up, he froze.

In the darkness stood a figure.

His heart began to throttle.

Whatever it was, he noticed them, and they spoke up.

“Hello, Kevin.”

His eyes were as wide as saucers, there was someone in his apartment. It took his eyes a while to adjust but when it did, he could see the insanely tall figure of a woman. A golden eye slowly appeared where her head would supposedly be. It was slick and catty-like, scrutinizing the candyman as he sat there, perplexed. Kevin’s arm reached up behind him to scale the wall, touching the area before landing on the light switch and flicking it on.

The woman wore an oversized hat that covered most of her facial features, donning diamond earrings that reflected in the light. Clearly, the “guest” in his home had a taste for fashion, especially when it came to shades of lavender and black, the primary colors of the fabric she wore. She outstretched her arms to her sides, almost welcoming him in a sense.

“Now that’s no way to greet a lady, hm love~?” She had a beautiful British accent, making Kevin’s heart race. He encountered plenty of things in the past but she felt… different.

He would certainly feel afraid if weren’t for her lax nature, she didn’t feel like a threat.

“W-who are you?” Kevin weakly said, pressing up against the door.

The lady chuckled, nice and smooth against his ears as she seemed genuinely amused. It was honestly kind of cute.

“Why don’t we sit down and I’ll properly introduce myself there.” The woman purred before turning around towards the direction of his living room. He heard her boots click as she walked in and the creak his sofa endured as her weight placed pressure on the cushions. The lamp turned on, meaning that whoever it was right around the corner is someone he could completely see now.

Kevin stood up, shaken by all that’s happened but felt compelled to follow her. He entered the living room and there he saw the woman, cross legged on his sofa, holding a glass of what appeared to be wine. Her features were fully visible now, her big hat was dramatic, topped with flowers, feathers, and a ribbon at the back of her hat. Her suit jacket was completely unbuttoned and wore a long, frilly skirt.

“Come now, love. We have much to discuss.” He was broken out of his trance when she spoke up. She stared at him with her thoughtful eye and patted the space next to him.

“Um, okay,” Kevin said, sitting directly opposite to her on his sofa.

Time seemed to freeze as the tall woman next to him continued to take sips of her wine, pausing in between before continuing to sip. The noirette just stared off, thinking about what was gonna do.

Was she harmless? She hadn’t hurt him and even if she wanted to, he was sure she would do so already. It wasn’t until the woman offered her cup to Kevin, not looking at him as she did so.

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” The woman seemed to have to process this as her arm didn’t move when he rejected her request.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Mrs. Mulberry.” An odd name to say the least but Kevin didn’t comment on it.

She placed the nearly empty wine glass on his coffee table and turned to him, her golden eye watching him as she folded her hands together.

“I’ve come to learn something very special about you, Kevin. And I think you know what~”

Kevin was now starting to get a little weirded out, this lady knew about him? He turned to her as well, locking eyes with her. “And what’s that?”

Mrs. Mulberry in an instant had a toothy, golden glowing smile manifest. She chuckled menacingly, a chill going down the candyman’s smile in tandem. “It would be better to show than tell.”

Her gaze got more intense, the single eye widening before relaxing. Kevin’s breath was caught in his throat, his heart racing. But nothing happened. He held his breath for a few more moments before releasing it, half-panicked. It’s either that Mrs. Mulberry was messing with him or she had just done something he hadn’t noticed yet.

“I wouldn’t lower my guard so quickly if I were you, sweetheart.”

This lady had gotten comfortable with him awfully quick, so much so she’s been pulling out more pet names. Kevin was visibly flustered and looked away. But was even more shocked that Mrs. Mulberry had stood up, revealing her true height as the lamp light shined up at her.

Kevin was going to make a run for it. He tried to clench his fist, but nothing happened. He froze for a second then his blood turned to ice, he couldn’t move!

He screamed at his nerves to move something, a leg, a finger, but nothing was working.

“W-what did you do to me?!” Kevin said, panicked. Mrs. Mulberry just smirked at him, “Just a little something that would make my job easier, darling.” she said it in a sweet voice but her behavior suggested otherwise

His breath became ragged as her gloved, slender fingers approached him, wiggling at him sinisterly.

“No, please…” He squeezed his eyes shut. Mrs. Mulberry had begun to zip down his jacket and slid her hand inside where she had full access to his torso. He was terrified and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for whatever pain would be bestowed on him.

Kevin was confused when her touch remained gentle, her fingers just softly grazing and squeezing the surface as if she were looking for something…

He choked when she lightly poked his ribs, up and down she went, sounds building up in his throat as they began to be more and more unbearable.

A squeak escaped Kevin’s lips when he felt something wiggle against his ribs. Kevin was beginning to get an idea of what she was doing and all his fear seemed to disappear except for one part.

He looked up and saw her, she was staring at him smugly, daring to let out any of those sounds. The candyman did all that he could to look away.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Mrs. Mulberry began to quietly tease the poor boy, noticing how close he was cracking. Kevin was already beginning to go a little insane, snickering as her hands explored his midsection, tracing random shapes over his stomach.

She slipped her hands underneath his uniform shirt, feeling the pale skin shudder as the cold hands teased the surface of his flesh, “Oh, how soft~” she pinched his tummy with endearment.

He was already smiling like a fool at this point, his face was starting to burn. But that barrier quickly broke out as laughter poured from when his lips Mrs. Mulberry began to knead to the pudge of his stomach.

“W-waHaHait! MihiHihis!” Kevin’s laughter was muddled with small hiccups as she relentlessly scribbled and skittered along his tummy. His chest shook with breathy cackles, although he remained paralyzed. His laughter doubled when she pushed her hand against his chest to keep him from falling over, exposing more of his tummy. The British woman without hesitation, began to claw at his gut, just enough to drive the candyman to hysteria. He wanted to throw his head back and scream to the heavens, to grab her wrists and beg for mercy but couldn’t even do that much with how loud he was howling.

“My my, what a ticklish little lad you are~” Mrs. Mulberry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his belly button before releasing him from her force, allowing him to wrap his arms around his torso.

Kevin panted, still giggling he looked up at her. “W-what was that for?”

Mrs. Mulberry stared at him, turning her head curiously. “Why, that’s because you wanted to be tickled, correct?” He stopped for a second, his eyes shimmering with realization and now nervousness.

Kevin had been in his mood for a while now and couldn’t help but want exactly what she said. He smiled awkwardly, giving her a signal he knew now.

“That’s right. You’ve been in quite the lee mood haven’t you, just begging for someone to come along and take you into their arms. Well, your wish has been fulfilled.”

Kevin huffed, “That’s it?” This was exactly like the stories he’s read. He was loving it.

Now Mrs. Mulberry was smiling. “Of course not, dear. I can tell you’re not satisfied with your initial treatment. I would have come earlier but I had some…business to attend to, such a shame you had to bask in such an insufferable mood, isn’t it?”

The candyman stared up at the now-standing woman. The Brit sat back down next to him.

“Where shall I target next, love?” Kevin exploded into red and immediately looked away, “I-I don’t know.” he said quickly.

His face was cupped and turned to meet her gaze, now mischievous at his lie. “Don’t lie to me, Kevin. You either choose yourself or I’ll choose for you~” Mrs. Mulberry would sound serious if it weren’t for the playful tinge to her voice.

Kevin’s silly smile was squished by her hand as her forehead was pressed against his.

“I swheheear, I dohohon’t know!” Kevin giggled, gripping her arm for mercy.

Her patience had quickly run out, and her gaze darkened.

“That was your final chance.”

The irony hung in the air as Kevin shifted away his body, wanting so badly to laugh but so nervous about where she would strike first.

Mrs. Mulberry noticed this gesture and looked at him, “That’s adorable honey. Unfortunately, it was a poor choice to make it so obvious.” she lunged at him and grabbed his legs to pull onto her lap.

“Now this must be a sweet spot~”

Kevin literally squealed and was pushed onto his back.

“W-wahait please not my feeheeheet!” Kevin cried, going mad with giggles as he curled his toes in anticipation.

“What? These adorable little things?” Mrs. Mulberry began to undo the laces to his shoes, panicking as she did so. No matter how much he pulled his legs and squirmed side to side, his ankles didn’t move from the plush spot placed on her thighs, the invisible force had returned. He couldn’t help but groan yet laugh in dread.

“P-plehehease Mihihihis, behehe gehehentle…” Kevin now covered his eyes with his arm, but that didn’t stop his infamous red blush from creeping up his face. He could now feel the shoes slowly slipping off and falling to the floor. As his anticipation grew, so did his giggling.

Just a few hours ago, he wanted this to happen, so why was he so nervous? Kevin didn’t have any time to answer his own question as he felt fingers scratch against his socked soles.

A flurry of giggles slipped through the noirette’s lips. “Mwehehehehehe, gahahahahad ihihit’s so bahahad!” The noirette uncovered his eyes to look at their tormentor.

Mrs. Mulberry was skittering her fingertips all across his feet, not minding how they jerked and curled, which could be easily dealt with, but for now, she would take her time. “Your laughter is incredibly charming, Kevin~”

He begged to differ, he would die of embarrassment if anybody knew he was giggling like this.

“Nohoho ihihit’s nahHAhahHa~” His laughter spiked, now hitting all sorts of notes. Mrs. Mulberry was dragging her fingers slowly across his arches, a sweet spot for him as he started to snort.

He tried to hold back but the noises kept coming through. Now a snorting, chortling mess, he wrapped his arms around his torso and just laughed, no longer holding back, and what came out shortly after left his stomach swarming with butterflies.

“W-waHahait nahAHAHAT tHaHat!” Kevin snorted, his hair disheveled and cheeks burning red. When he felt his socks being slipped off and exposing what he’d long been hiding, his eyes widened.

“Dohohon’t look-!” But it was already too late. Mrs. Mulberry saw what was underneath and gasped lightly in shock. Her sweet little lee had paws for feet, small pink nails, smooth pads that looked soft to the touch, and silky white fur that covered up to his ankles.

She looked at him fondly, “Oh Kevin, how could you hide such a thing from me?” she poked his heart-shaped pad with her finger, making him flinch. “I’m going to have so much fun with these.”

Kevin screeched internally in terror, the thought of her working his paws made him cover his face in shame. He felt humiliated.

Until a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face, exposing his embarrassed expression to the Brit. “Kevin, truly, this is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He looked away from her, how could he not, it’s such a weird thing about him he wished he didn’t have. He felt her fingers touch again, but not in the way he expected.

It was affectionate and gentle. Mrs. Mulberry was tracing the heart-shaped pad with her finger, not tickling in the slightest.

“Instead, it’s very cute. You clearly take care of yourself.”

“What do you mean?” He huffed.

“The fur is as soft as clouds and these little paws are an adorable pink color. Almost as adorable as that little blush on your face right now. ”

Kevin’s “little” blush had since spread to his ears, vibrating and pulsing as Mrs. Mulberry continued to compliment and praise him.

“How can you be ashamed, dear? This is an endearing trait.” Mrs. Mulberry, even with her jarring teeth, gave Kevin a genuine smile. “They are lovable and cute, you will someday meet someone who thinks the same way as I do~”

The candyman looked up at her and gave her that same genuine smile. It was gentle, yet so cute, the woman nearly wanted to smother him with kisses right there. “Thank you, Mrs. Mulberry.”

Instead, she only gave him one kiss, smack dab on the center of his forehead. As soon as that ended, there was a shift in her expression. She was still smiling but it was no longer sugar-coated in comfort. “Oh but of course, I can’t ignore such self-destructive behavior, hm?”

Kevin frowned. “W-what… you’re not going to…”

“That I am.”

Mrs. Mulberry lifted her hat off from her head and swiftly picked the fluffiest, biggest feather out of the bunch. It was white and looked soft to the touch. Kevin swallowed a ball of saliva when he realized what she was about to do. She placed her hat back onto her head, grinning at Kevin who at this point had all the color drained from his face.

“I cannot let this incident go unpunished, isn’t that right, Kevin?” She waggled the fluffy feather teasingly in the air.

Kevin reached to try and grab her arm but her strength was just too much for him as she easily moved him away onto his back. He could only watch in terror as the feather was brought closer and closer to his bare paws. Mrs. Mulberry stopped and took one single swipe from the bottoms of his feet to his toes. The ravenette tried to fight it back but broke as quickly as it came at the wrath of the Brit’s feather.

Slowly, she stroked it up and down the sensitive fur and the especially ticklish paw pads. But that wasn’t all as she used her free hand to wiggle onto his other foot. Kevin threw his head back over the armrest and his chest shook with silent laughter before practically screaming. He shook his head and begged but was left politely rejected by the Brit.

“What? Does my feather tickle your fancy, Kevin? Uhuhuhu~” The fact that she laughed at her own pun of all things made Kevin die a little on the inside. Not that it showed as he was too busy laughing his ass off.

“STAHAHAP!” He gripped his arms to cope with the overly ticklish feeling.

“And why should I? Your cackles are as sweet as candy, something I’m sure you know a lot about.”

Kevin reddened at her tease, he was starting to get desperate, “Ah-AHahHAhahHA! H-HEHEHLP! SoHOhoMEOne hEheHELP!” Who was he even calling for?

“No one can hear you, my love. Only me~” He didn��t respond, happy tears were streaming down his face and his laughter turned uncontrollable and wheezy.

“It must feel unbearable, doesn’t it?” She gave him one good tickle, threading the feather between his toes, making him shriek for the final minute until he was silent. The British woman let him go but was surprised to see he hadn’t moved from his spot.

Kevin’s breath was ragged and laced with small hiccups and giggles. He was staring up at the ceiling, raw euphoria circulating throughout his body. His vision was dotted and blurry with tears and could hardly think straight, but one thing that was coherent in his mind was that he loved every second of it, even if it left him screaming. Mrs. Mulberry placed the feather back into her hat and came to his side to cup the sides of the candyman’s face. She thumbed away the last of his mirthful tears, softly giggling to herself that she had reduced the man into such putty.

“Kevin, darling…” That same accent rolled up his name in a velvety bouquet.

The woman pulled the boy below her to her side and began to press a barrage of kisses and pecks all over his face and the sides of his neck. She had no physical lips yet Kevin could feel a soft pair treating him lovingly for his triumph.

“H-hehehey! Stop thahat!” No matter how much he tried to push her away, she would grab his arm and plant kisses on the palm of his hand before traveling down his wrist all the way to his shoulder.

“Wahahit! Tihihickles!” Kevin sputtered out as the woman pressed a succession of feather-light kisses in the palm of his hands, growling as she nibbled the thin skin. Her affection was undying and Kevin just giggled, lightly kicking his legs as the Brit held him close and peppered him with her devious motherhood.

Mrs. Mulberry now sat snug in the crook of his neck, pressing loud, dramatic kisses up and down. It felt unbearably ticklish and Kevin just snorted and chortled, laughing openly at the sensations.

“You’re sohohoho dramhahatic! Ihihit’s teheheherible!” He wheezed as the Brit pulled on the collar of his shirt to access his collarbone and was gently nibbling on it. Her teeth were sharp but it was soft enough to just have the ravenette wheezing.

“Darling, this is nothing close to what I can really do to you~”

“Yehehes it ihihis!”

“Uhuhu, you just keep talking, my love~” She didn’t hold back, now practically chomping all over his neck and shoulders, he just let it happen. Kevin snorted and squealed each time she moved, holding onto her sides for support as she was basically on top of him now but still had her bottom on the sofa.

He opened her eyes, still belting out those sugary sweet giggles she loved to hear, and looked down toward his hands. He was holding onto her for dear life as she began to blow raspberries on his neck, making him throw his head back to laugh even harder than he was.

The candyman let his intrusive thoughts win and began to wildly scribble his fingertips up and down his sides.

“Hohohow doho you lihihike that, huhuhuh?” Kevin taunted, loving how she froze at his surprise attack.

He scribbled up towards her ribs and traced his fingertips between the bones, feeling the woman on top of him begin to shudder.

“Kevin.”

Her beautiful voice was beginning to sputter out heavenly chuckles, making Kevin blush at such a lovely tone entering his ears. “K-kehehevin…”

She laughed into the crook of her neck, her chest shaking with bubbly laughter as his fingers traveled to her back and carefully skittered on the arch and shoulder blades. Her laughter doubled, sounding nearly breathless as she grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Kehehevin, please! H-have mehehercy!” Mrs. Mulberry cried.

Kevin never felt so accomplished making someone so merciless beg for respite.

Either way, she had just tortured him, it was only fair to punish her a little.

“Never!” he announced, skittering his hands down towards the small of her lower back and pinching it between his fingers like a set of the most diabolical nipping teeth. She wheezed and collapsed on top of him in a fit of mirth, covering her mouth as she now laughed uncontrollably.

“Ahahahahahahaha!” He was sure she was an angel, the air was filled with saccharine laughter as he made his way up the dip of her spine, tracing it up and down lightly.

“Coochie coochie coo~” The candyman cooed in her ear, smiling as her laughter seemed to harden and her grip tightened on his shoulders. Kevin was unsure where to go next, he never tickled people that much anyway. It didn’t take long as he saw an opening clear as day, her underarms.

The missus's arms were wrapped around his neck, still chuckling up a storm beneath his touch so he sneakily crept up to it. Suddenly, Kevin dug his fingers into the hollows and began to scratch at it deviously, stunned when she threw her head back to release a shrill cry, revealing her toothy, yet somewhat flustered expression for a moment before burying in his chest again.

“Nohohot thehehere!” His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at that plea, it made him dangerously excited.

“Why not, you aren’t even moving?!” He was right in his hypothesis however, the woman had given him ample access to her body and didn’t even put his arms down as he attacked her presumably worse spot. She still squirmed and seemed embarrassed that he had noticed this and just continued to laugh her heart out.

He kept her there, digging into his ribs, squeezing her love handles, and overall, being merciless until her laughter had turned breathless. Kevin figured she’d learn her lesson and removed his hands from her torso, reeling how she lightly panted at his torment.

“Haha…h-how was that?” The candyman exclaimed, smiling smugly.

“T-that was…” Mrs. Mulberry sounded tired, her breathing slowing down before eventually evening out. “That was fun.”

“Well then, that’s nice to hear.” He gave her a pat on the back, signaling her to move off of him.

A few seconds ticked by, the two of them unmoving.

“So uh, you gonna get off of me?” he asked.

She was quiet at first and then leaned into his ear, “And why should I do that?” she snarled. Kevin could feel the vibrations of her voice and his heart sank. He truly thought that would be the end of it.

He felt her smile against his skin, “You’re quite the tease when you tickle, hm? You had me quite flustered for a moment,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But not quite enough to incapacitate me~”

Kevin felt hands latch onto the sides of his ribcage and squeeze. He had no time to react as she already began to rake her way. Kevin tried to sit up but was still against the couch, pinned down by Mrs. Mulberry. He had nowhere else to go other than wrap his legs around her torso and squeal.

“AhahAHahAha! NahahHAT AGahaHAIN!” Kevin laughed, arching his back and trying to twist away as she began to nibble on his neck and tickle his midsection.

“Oh yes again~” she mimicked, giggling as the candyman squawked under her, hardly struggling to even avoid the tickling. So why not use that to her advantage?

The Brit snuggled deep into the warmth of his neck, snickering oh so slightly when she felt Kevin shiver in panic.

“You love this, you love it when I tickle you to pieces, don’t you? Uhuhu, I love tickling you too. I don’t ever want to stop and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that either, hm?” she knew how much her voice had an effect on him and this was no different; Kevin was grinning wolfishly.

“Noho I dohon’t like it!” Kevin sputtered out, now finally able to grip her wrists. He panted, looking at her to witness the reaction. At first, it was silence, then a gentle chuckle that was barely audible.

Kevin began to panic as his way of restraining her quickly backfired. Mrs. Mulberry grabbed onto his wrists and pushed him back, further until his arms were pinned onto the back of the couch.

“Lying to me was your worst mistake, love~”

He was expecting her to lift her hand and be pinned but was surprised to see that she kept him there, nearly straddling him with how close she was. She wiggled her hand above him, hovering over many spots to seemingly choose from.Kevin panicked, began to kick his legs, and stammer out half-genuine requests of mercy.

“Ihihi didn’t mehean ihihit!” he cried, twisting his body but his wrists were firmly planted against the couch. Mrs. Mulberry only smirked, continuing to get more sinister when she approached and pulled back just to see the candyman’s cute yet panicked expression. With just one hand, she could reduce the man to rubble. And he knew it.

It didn’t take long for her to launch a surprise attack by pretending to attack his ribs but quickly going down to his stomach and shoving her hand under to squeeze at the adorable tummy pudge.

“Coochie coochie coo~ Who’s my ticklish little candyman?”

He arched his back, which proved fatal as that only gave her room to use her entire hand to attach to the lower gut and knead. Kevin belted out hard, boisterous laughter, his chest shaking with wheezes and small giggles in between his few seconds of respite before falling right back into it.

“NoHOhOHO aNhAhayWHERe buHUT tHehERE!” Kevin shrieked, no matter where he squirmed, it only gave her more area to follow.

She smacked her lips together, “Oh poor, Kevin~ Do you want me to tickle you more?” he hated how she'd coo to him like that. But he adored it all at the same time, he felt safe to let out all that goofy laughter spill from his lips, and before he knew it, he had nodded his head.

“Yes? Well, that’s good, my sweet, but where? Here? Or right here?” Mrs. Mulberry traveled to his navel and swirled along his walls, going from slow to fast. She traced the small of his flesh right above his pants, getting him to shudder and chortle to even shoving her hand further into his shirt to claw right below his ribcage.

Either way, Kevin was in stitches, crying all over again as the woman showed no sign of stopping her tickly torment. But what really sealed the deal was when she pulled his shirt up to expose his torso and grabbed onto the sides of his stomach.

This released his wrists from her grasp but was nervous when he tried to move them from their spot and whatever she summoned to keep him there was back, leaving his entire midsection exposed.

He couldn’t take it, being all exposed like this made him hide in the crook of his arm. She softly blew on his stomach, reveling how he squirmed and arched his back.

“Plehehease nohohoho!” He cried, squealing as she continued to tease his bare skin. She squeezed his sides to keep him still and leaned her head down. The candyman quite literally couldn’t take it, especially the ticklish buzz from the kisses she began to pepper, all from his navel to the bottom of his rib cage left him roaring.

“GAAAAHAHAHA, NAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

“*kiss* My my, Kevin, *chu* this tummy of yours *smack* is quite nervy, hm? *mwah*” She was especially bad with her kisses, being oh so gentle with the sensitive skin.

“St-STaHAHAHAP TAHAHLKING!” Her lips were pressed against his belly and her arms were wrapped around his back, giving her full access to speak her honey-coated voice into the sensitive flesh.

Despite the agony he was in, his nonstop thrashing and his pleas were nonexistent with how much he was laughing masking that. His heart sank as she felt her hands grapple his sides, pinning his torso. The candyman knew what this meant and with the last of his strength, shrieked, “Please don’t!” and was relieved to see the lady freeze in her tracks.

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihickle mehehe…” he giggled.

Mrs. Mulberry grinned nice and wide, “Why, that was my plan all along! How did you know, you cheeky sweetie!” she affectionately nuzzled her face into his stomach.

What she said didn’t exactly register until it was too late.

“Thahat’s not whahat I meHEHEEEEEEEEANT!” The scream that ripped from Kevin’s throat was girlish and high-pitched.

The Brit let loose the largest raspberry he had ever received right below his belly button, a sweet spot for the poor candy kid. For the next few moments, Kevin lost his mind in a whirlpool of unfiltered mirth as raspberries were blown all along his stomach. At this point, he couldn’t think straight, all he could think about was how much it tickled. His ridiculous sensitivity didn’t go unnoticed, hearing the small taunts and teases from his tormentor, both complementing and torturing him simultaneously.

But alas, he was reaching his limit yet again, dried tear stains could hardly describe his condition, his eyes continued to waterfall tears over and over again, his hair beyond a mess and a shade of red so deep it looked purple.

“Now I’ll ask one more time, who’s my ticklish little candyman?” she cooed, slowing down her tickles with only light wiggles against his sides. When he took a little too long to answer, she’d knead his stomach until he was mush again.

“IHIHI AHAHAM!” Over and over she did this until Kevin bellowed at last, feeling relieved as her hands left his body and pulled down his shirt.

“That’s right~” Her kind tone had returned and she massaged away the sensations.

Kevin was exhausted, sweat sticking to his skin. She rubbed comforting circles around the sides of his stomach before taking her time to button his work shirt up again.

After a few minutes of comforting rubs, Mrs. Mulberry pulled Kevin in her arms and began to cradle him like a toddler. It was unexpected but he wasn’t complaining, it felt amazing.

She put her English accent to good use, now using it to hum a beautiful melody as she rocked him, it had the noirette slack in her arms already. In the midst of her song, she would stop to momentarily kiss the tip of his nose and forehead, no longer filled with the desire to torment but the need to tranquilize.

He nuzzled his face into her chest, inhaling deeply to fully relax. Kevin blushed, she smelled so nice and he couldn’t help but nuzzle a little deeper. His nostrils were filled with vanilla and rose, the scent only a mother would have. She was petting his soft hair with one hand while holding him with dear affection in her arm.

“H-hey…ma’am?”

“Yes, darling?”

Before he could fall asleep, he slurred out his final words.

“Thank you.”

He passed out, falling limp and in his own sense of tranquility.

Mrs. Mulberry admired his features, threading her fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp.

“You are the most precious, Kevin…”

She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear and everything went black.

…

Kevin woke up the next day to the sun hitting him in the face, the gold brightening the room despite the blindes. He went to stand up from the couch, questioning how he’d gotten here when he clearly remembered heading straight to bed.

The direct contact with his feet to the floor startled the ravenette, he usually had socks on to cover up his-

Looking down to see his paws fully exposed made him remember a wave of memories and it didn’t take long for him to get flustered. He looked around, realizing that his guest had long since departed. He couldn’t help but feel lonely without her, her embrace was so warm. But something shiny had caught the corner of his eye and looked over to see the elegant wine glass she held the night before was sitting there, untouched and gleaming in the sunshine.

Next to it had a bottle of wine, a brand he’d never heard of but it looked expensive. The bottle had a yellow sticky note stuck to it. Kevin peeled it off and read what was on it, before groaning in embarrassment yet grinning.

“Ticklish little candyman”

Mrs. Mulberry

He didn’t mind the new nickname.

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Fin~

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The Battle for Pumpkin King #2 and #3

Here are my thoughts on the last-released two issues of The Battle for Pumpkin King! In here, I'll be talking about the #2 and #3 issues. Spoilers under the 'read more'!

In #2, we get to see Jack Skellington & Oogie Boogie's first competitive challenge for the Pumpkin King title, which is a race to collect as many pumpkins from the patch to the town square in the fastest and most creative ways. But before this happens, the current Pumpkin King, named Edgar, talks with Oogie and tells him that he believes he is the exact leader Halloween Town needs, and wants to ensure he will become the next Pumpkin King by using his bugs. It is revealed that Edgar doesn't actually want to withdraw his title as King, believing he's the best and isn't too old to give it up yet.

Oogie thus becomes competitive during the competition, confusing Jack(who wanted to play nicely). The two of them break some pumpkins during their run, but Jack gets the idea to reassemble one of his smashed pumpkins into a jack-o-lantern, and wins the competiton for his creativity(much to the dismay of Edgar and Oogie).

In #3, things get juicy, where Edgar takes Oogie to his Lair(which is Oogie's Casino in the movie). There, Edgar plots with him, saying they could rule Halloween Town together and make it a "truly dark and devious place", with "more trick and less treat". Since Jack 'cheated' in the last challenge, they plan to cheat for themselves to make Oogie become King.

Meanwhile, Jack reflects on his and Oogie's friendship, confessing that he *does* want to be Pumpkin King, and he likes the praise/attention that comes with it. He becomes determined to win the contest and ALSO stay friends with Boogie - who wants the opposite. Edgar makes Oogie promise that he will heed his advice when he becomes King. After making the deal, they assemble all the bugs and underground creatures to become one with Oogie.

The issue ends with the start of the next contest, with Jack trying to see how they can stay friends while Oogie is determined to beat him. Their upcoming challenge - building the tallest tower with bones.

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I'm getting invested with where this story is going. Edgar is revealed to be the villain with his own motives of manipulation/control, and so far, I really like his character! Jack & Oogie are now pitted against each other on their own paths, wanting different things.

I find it curious how the previous King was Oogie's mentor/influencer - it's likely Boogie will obtain the lair from Edgar, and how he contained some of the creatures that he has. It's interesting how Edgar was advocating for Halloween Town to be dark and terrifying, and was where Oogie earned that influence, while Jack, in opposition, wanted to keep the friendliness in himself and the Town.

Also -- I love the art. The way they draw Oogie is so...cute...

Here's some young!Jack and Sally panels:

Cannot wait for the next issue and see how this series soon ends!! I wonder what happens to Edgar and when Jack & Oogie's friendship *officially* falls apart...

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II.

On your first week of school, you truly tried your best to be a good teacher, took house points and gave them, and gave numerous talking to’s. Many of them are to Ron’s older brothers, Fred and George. They had a tendency to pull devious pranks throughout the school. One time you found them attempting to pour a whole bunch of water in the hall with the intent of freezing it so people would slip and fall. Each time you found them outside of class and today was like no other. 

Walking down the hallway you see the two of them huddled together looking at a piece of parchment, on which was a map of the school with names of students and teachers. Your eyes find Harry, Hermione, and Ron first. They are by themselves, definitely not in class, with another person, a student you assume.

“Ahem,” you clear your throat to which they turn around, “shouldn’t you boys be in class?”

“Yes, you are completely right mam’,” one of them says, while the other slips the map into his robes, to which you pay no mind. 

“Go back to class before I take any house points,” you tell them. 

Knowing that your aunt would never answer your questions truthfully, you look for them alone. Newspaper clippings you found were the only reliable thing really. Many of the names on the back of the picture were no longer alive or worse. The main concern you drew from the news clippings was Sirius Black. He had betrayed Harry's parents ultimately getting them killed and then proceeded to kill twelve muggles and a wizard named Peter Pettigrew. The name you recognized from the back of the photo.

Throughout the beginning of the year, you could only focus on getting answers and your students but now you had read everything there was and your only escape from the halls of Hogwarts is your weekend trips to Hogsmeade. The fresh air made you forget your worries, only if for a bit. It was nice to visit each of the small shops each week and drink at the tavern as well.

On a brisk day sometime in mid-October you visit the village. As always you visit the shops, socializing with the owners and making your purchases. Nearing the end of the day you see something peculiar on your way to the tavern for your weekend butterbeer, a dog. Not just any dog but the one you would see frequently around Hermione's cat, Crookshanks. You watch as he stalks in the shadows and moves briskly towards the tree line after a moment. 

After a few weeks, you allow yourself to let go of any questions you may have because there is nothing else to read or learn from. While you were so absorbed in your research you hadn't realized that Halloween was this weekend. You missed celebrating Halloween, all of the pumpkin carving, trick or treating, and of course dressing up. Each day leading up to Halloween the third years became increasingly excited, as that day was the first time they could go to Hogsmeade. 

You were also excited because you planned on staying back this weekend to grade in the library, which was usually full of students, and was sure to be nearly empty. On Sunday most of the students leave to visit the village in their non-school clothes. You go to the library which as expected has only a few students in it as well as the librarian, Madame Pirce. As the day passes you grade students quizzes, many of whom do not understand how to properly label a plant diagram. 

As you finish grading all of the work you resign yourself to your room for the night, on the way up the stairs you hear a ruckus. It's coming from the Gryffindor dormitory and by the sounds of it, it’s not good. As you rush up the stairs so do more students, blocking your view of the situation. When you finally push your way through the mass of students, some of whom were not even in Gryffindor, you see it. The portrait that is the entrance for the students has giant tears through the canvas, the woman who is usually the guard, is gone. Not good. 

“Keep calm, everyone,” Percy says, “Ravenclaws, back to your common room.”

You usher the Ravenclaws down the stairs and see Dumbledore and Finch coming up to investigate. Some of the Ravenclaws keep looking back, full of curiosity.

“Come on,” you tell them, “It’s none of your concern.”

After you return the Ravenclaws to their rooms you find out what happened. Sirius Black was here, in the castle. Really not good. That night the Gryfindors are barred entry from their dorms, instead sleeping on cots in the Great Hall. 

That night you look again at the picture and in it, you find a young man. He doesn't look as though he could be a mass murderer, he looks charming and handsome. But you suppose that's how some people get their victims.  At a quidditch match not long after Halloween Harry got severely injured. You stood next to Ron and Hermione, excited to see him play in a game for the first time. 

“Go, Harry!” Hermione shouts as Harry whooshes by on his broom, “Go, Harry!”

You all watch as he narrowly misses a downed broomstick, cheering when he escapes it narrowly. Then he flies past the viewing towers, outside of the arena. He flies up into the clouds chasing the Slytherin seeker chasing the snitch. 

“I hope he's okay!” you shout to his best friends over the sound of cheering.

“Me too!” Ron shouts over Hermione, who gives him an annoyed look.

You all return your attention to the game until you see Harry falling from the sky. You nearly miss it, too focused on the game until Ron shouts, “Harry!”

Harry is luckily saved in the nick of time and taken to the infirmary. Where you and some of his teammates, as well as Ron and Hermione are all gathered. Madame Pompfry is non too pleased to have so many people in the room but allows it given you are there as well to keep them in line. 

“He looks a bit peaky doesn't he?” Ron asks.

“Peaky?” “What’d you expect?” Fred and George ask at the same time.

“He fell over a hundred feet,” Fred says.

“Yeah, come on Ron,” George says, backing up his twin, “let’s walk you off the astronomy tower and see what you look like.”

“Probably a right sight,” Harry says groggily. “Better than he normally does.”

Everyone laughs at this, “Guys, give him some space,” you laugh.

“Thank you, Professor Figg,” Harry says sincerely and everyone backs away except Hermione, who continues to sit on the side of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

“Oh, brilliant,” he says sarcastically.

“A right good scare there, mate,” 

“What happened?” Harry asks.

“Well… you fell off your broom,” Ron says.

“Really?” Harry asks, “I meant the match. Who won?”

Hermione stands off the bed, “Um… no one blames you, Harry. Dementors aren’t supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off.”

The following weeks at Hogwarts were full of security and terror. But as the weeks passed, people soon forgot, instead focusing on happier things, such as the impending winter break. Snow had started to gather this morning and it had been clear this was here to stay. Even though you still had a month left until many students went home you could sense the unrest. 

Grabbing the book that you had been reading you make your way to the Great Hall to eat dinner. The end of the day was welcome to you as had been the upcoming weekend. You were starting to feel burnt out and a little time away from the castle was much needed.

The following day you head down to Hogsmeade like usual the day is a welcome distraction from the confusion of your personal life. While the day started like no other during your walk to the tavern you felt a pair of eyes watching you. While the bright Christmas lights strung up around the village lit the street it did very little for the shadows beyond the multicolored lights. You take out your wand and walk over to the darkness. As you slowly approach you can't help but second guess yourself, you were not an Auror, you couldn’t fight, but as much as you wanted to turn back you persisted, drawing further away from the light and into the dark. 

“Lumos,” you say facing your wand into the darkness which is soon filled with light from your wand. The pair of eyes you immediately identify as a large dog, the same one you had seen with Crookshanks. As much as you want to relax, after all, it’s just a dog, but you can’t help but feel as though the dog isn’t quite right. Their eyes seemed too human for your liking but before you could continue studying the dog, it runs off into the woods. You decide to chase after the dog, running through the snow and into the woods with your wand handy.

The light that illuminates from your wand pushes the shadows of the forest back and shows you the trail the dog left in its wake. Following the trail you arrive at a clearing in the woods and you can see your target, you quickly flick your wand and the light shuts off. In the clearing, the dog seems to stop for a second and you hide behind a tree. Your heart is beating fast and you can't understand why. It's just a dog… right?

You peek your head out from the side of the tree, the dog seems to be pacing. Rays of light peak through the canopy of trees bouncing off the snow, almost glowing. The dog continues to go back and forth, maybe you had overreacted. Now absolutely nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary with the dog. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Watching the dog for a bit longer you nearly convince yourself to leave, the keyword being almost. Just as you are about to turn away you watch in horror as the dog transforms into the most wanted man at the moment and not in a good way, Sirius Black. Now you knew you had to get out of there not only for your protection but Harry’s as well. You had to warn him, you had to warn everyone. 

As you turn you suddenly step on a branch, you had thought things like this only happened in horror movies, but a loud *CRACK* comes from under your foot. You turn only to find the man already behind you, so he simply takes your wand from your hand.

“Listen,” you tell him backing away, “I really don’t wanna die, I have so much to live for.”

“Who are you?” he asks.

“I- I'm a professor at the school,” you say continuing to back away to which your foot catches on a root. As you fall back he quickly grabs your arm and saves you from injury. Which is strange, you stop and think for a second. Why didn’t he attack you? Like right away? Why hasn’t he attacked anyone yet? That what you would expect from an insane person is just violence with no reason.

“I’m gonna confess that I am very confused right now,” you tell him, “I’ve been told you are a crazed killer but- that just doesn't make any sense. I’ve seen you with Hermione's cat on campus and you have had opportunities to attack.” 

You look at him confused, both of you standing much too close to each other. “Why haven't you?”

“I didn’t do it.”

You had read all of the newspaper articles, you knew that he professed his innocence until they sent him to Azkaban. Maybe the truth wasn't so black and white as you once believed. 

“Who did?” you ask him.

“Peter Pettigrew,” he says with venom lacing his voice.

“I thought he died?” you ask him.

“No, he is at the school this very moment,” he tells you.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, “Surely someone would recognize him.”

“He is the rat,” he tells you, which you don't quite get at first.

“Well, I know he is a rat he killed twelve muggles and got Harry’s parents killed,” you exclaim.

“No, I mean he is literally a rat,” he tells you.

“Oh, oh fuck, he's an animagus?” you say quietly to which he nods, “How do you know?”

“The Daily Prophet,” he says, “There was a picture and I recognized him instantly.”

You suddenly remember Ron telling you all about how his family was in the paper, you remember seeing the newspaper. Ron was proud of the accomplishment and even more proud of the fact that his pet rat, Scabbers, was in the picture as well.

“Yeah, I think I know where he is,” you tell him, “One of Harry's best friends has a pet rat of course, who has had an unusually long life span of twelve years.”

“What did you say your name was?” he asks you.

“Oh, I don't think I said,” you tell him, “y/n Figg.”

“Are you related to Arabella Figg?” he asks you, looking a bit surprised.

“I was adopted by her older sister after I was born, my Aunt Sylvia,” you tell him, “My mom died right after I was born, I never knew her.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he consuls, “I wish I could have been there for Harry when he lost his parents, alas I was locked up.”

“Harry is truly wonderful,” you tell him, “he and his friends get into so much trouble together, despite everything he has gone through he is just such a sweet kid.”

“I’ve seen him around,” Sirius says sadly, “he looks just like his father.”

“Do you want me to tell you about him?” you ask.

“More than anything,” he responds.

So you do, that night you both sit on a log and you tell him about Harry and his life. Everything that you know about him you spill. How he did in class last year made him smile, hearing that he and his friends would commonly sneak off looking for trouble made him realize just how similar he was to his father. You told him about Harry’s fight with the basilisk as well, he looked horrified that he would put himself in danger but had a hint of pride on his face. As time passed and it grew later and later you realized that you would have to leave soon.

“I’m sorry but I have to go,” you tell him standing, “I will come back next weekend with some new clothes and some food.”

“What?” he asks, “You don't have to do that.”

You look him up and down, “Trust me you do. Anyhow, do you want me to bring scissors so I can cut your hair?”

“Uh, sure,” he says to you.

“Okay, Saturday next week,” you tell him beginning to walk in the direction you came from.

“Miss Figg?” he calls to you, “Won’t you need this?”

You turn around and realize he still has your wand. Embarrassingly you walk back over to him and grab the wand, “Thank you.”

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Autumn ✨🍂🧸

One thing about me: I love autumn 🤎

I know it's not autumn yet (calendar vise nor weather vise) BUT it's September and that's good enough for me!

I love wearing sweaters and hot tea and candles and blankets. Just everything warm and cosy.

So this is going to be a post about books and tv shows that make my autumn more autumny🧸

TV shows/films:

Gilmore girls🍂☕️: this is a MUST HAVE! I just love how aesthetic this series is! I always am very motivated to study after summer break (even tho my school year/semester starts almost in October) the way Rory studies and reads keeps me motivated for a longer time✨.

Supernatural🤎🧸: having Dean and Sammy hunt monsters and ghosts is more of a Halloween vibe but the spookyness is just perfect for those cosy evenings! (But a slightly warning: If you love Gilmore girls as much as myself, well... you may not be content about their names, I'm two seasons in and tbh I still call Sam Dean – when I talk about the series, haha)

Harry Potter⚡️🍁: I'm a potter girly so this is another MUST HAVE. I usually read one book from the series and than watch those films, I also start this rewatch/reread almost at the end of November, because it just has a certain magic spell of christmas in it.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina🎃🐈‍⬛: It's been a few years since I've seen this show but I still liked it very much (however I think I didn't like the ending... but I'm not so sure anymore 😄)

Charmed🍂🤎: This is also a very good show! I'm a sucker for every show or film from around the 2000s!

Books:

Any thriller (horror): On my TBR are those books for example: Truly Devious (all series), One of Us Is Next

High fantasy: Foruth Wing, The Cruel Prince, Six of Crows (anything from grisha verse), The Raven Boys, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, The Atlas Six, Harry Potter, ...

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

Night of the Living Costume Contest

“Bad news Krav, I think you gotta find a new costume partner,” Taako says as he scans the shelves in the pantry, scribbling a list in his scraggly notebook. He’d protested the gift from Lucretia last Candlenights because “only nerds write down things in journals,” apparently. But much to his chagrin, the notebook has rarely left his person in the past year. Makes a great holding place for grocery lists, devious plans, and the occasional doodle of a Halloween costume.

“Is this payback for last year, love? Because I was so looking forward to leaning into the Addams family this year,” Kravitz grabs a granola bar and pouts at Taako.

Taako smiles and taps Kravitz on the nose with his pen. “It’s not, scout’s honor. I just got the most brilliant idea the other night and I can’t pass it up.”

“And you don’t want to end up matching Lup again?”

“And I don’t want to end up matching Lup again,” Taako affirms. “One accidental match shame on her. Two accidental matches shame on me and I refuse to feel shame for literally anything.”

“You’re so wise,” Kravitz says sagely.

“I really am. Need anything at the store?”

“Could I talk you into picking up some actual treats? I love a granola bar but I did come in here looking for something jammed with sugar.” Kravitz does his best to avoid getting crumbs on his shirt, knowing damn well that that is simply going to result in him getting enough crumbs on the floor to help kick off the events of Ratatouille. He pretends to not notice Taako watching each crumb drop onto the ground with a laser-like focus. He can sweep later and Taako can come behind him tutting that he missed some crumbs.

“Hmm, you’re twisting my arm here, babe,” Taako muses, pulling his mouth into a teasing smirk. “Besides, I think I’m plenty sweet, don’t you?”

“That’s a given, of course. But my love, you’re like a fine bon-bon plucked from a box of assorted filled chocolates; a magnificent and delicious treat but sometimes not quite the quick snack you’re looking for. You gotta savor a bon-bon.” Kravitz finishes his granola bar and grabs Taako’s hand, pulling him closer until he can snake his arms around Taako’s midsection.

“I’m expensive like a bon-bon, too.”

“That you are, dear,” Kravitz affirms as he rests his chin on Taako’s shoulder. “That you are.”

“Explain to me how you plan on having a fair costume contest at a small party you’re hosting?” Lup asks as she wrestles with a bag of fake spiderwebs. She’s been tasked with making the living room drip with the creep factor but at the moment, it’s barely damp.

“We’re hosting and obviously it’s going to be a secret ballot,” Taako says from his place on the ladder. A frankly obscene amount of spider rings fills his pockets and he gets to work attaching them to the light fixture with fishing line.

“Ah the classic secret ballot that’s set to be stuffed with Taako’s name.” Barry sets another box of Halloween decorations down on the ground and cracks open the lid, ready to unbox any number porcelain ghosts, flocked velvet black cats, and random real bones from gods-know-what creatures; every flavor of Halloween décor is represented in the house, at least. Kravitz joins him in setting all the items in the box out so they all have a feel for what they’re working with.

“Barold, I’m hurt that you’d even suggest this kind of unscrupulous and dishonest behavior.”

“Bud, I have seen movies before. Like, you only need to have seen one movie to know how that would end up, I’m pretty sure.”

 “I’m upstanding! I have morals. I have principles. Principles, Barold,” Taako rests his hand on his forehead melodramatically. Truly he deserves a Fantasy Emmy for such a performance. If he’s lucky, he could Fantasy EGOT by Candlenights.

He looks back at three sets of eyes staring, unblinking at him. “You all don’t think I have scruples? I’m obscenely scruped.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you today?” Kravitz says in place of answering Taako’s question trap.

“Now I’m absolutely going to stuff the ballot. I made up a really nice gift basket for the winner and I made it too good because I want it all,” Taako admits, tossing a plastic spider in Barry’s direction.

“I was also going to stuff the ballot,” Lup acknowledges.

“I’d expect nothing less from the two of you.” Barry works at untangling a terribly balled up string of lights.

-

“Am I privy to knowing your costume?” Kravitz asks one day as Taako pours over his notebook, scribbling furiously. He’d already seen Taako shoving a large bag from Fantasy Michael’s into the hall closet before being ordered to not open the closet “even if the house was on fire” a few days prior.

“Absolutely not, it’s so brilliant and since it’s every man for himself this year, I won’t be thwarted by you, babe.”

“And here I was hoping you’d want to fraternize with the enemy.”

Taako grins like a kid who’s discovered which houses give out the full-sized candy bars on Halloween night. “I always want to fraternize with you. They’re gonna have to invent a new word for what I like to do with the enemy.”

“Gods, you big romantic you.”

-

Lup looks in the mirror and grins, mussing her wig up a little. She can feel the pin curls under the wig cap shifting but she hopes they’ll hold throughout most of the party; the wig is vital to her whole look, natch. She pulls the robe on before very carefully placing the jacket on top and making sure the robe sleeves spill out of the jacket sleeves perfectly.

“Well, aren’t you a blast from the past?” Barry chuckles as he moves to stand behind Lup. He folds the cuffs of his coat to expose the interior stripes. In one of his pockets, a stashed spatula; a wand is housed in another pocket.

Lup turns around and widens her eyes. “I think you and I are geniuses.”

“He’s gonna have an aneurysm.”

“Oh most definitely,” she acknowledges solemnly. “But at least we don’t have to wear big ol’ hats.”

“Yeah, the only way I was going along with this was if I could swing being hatless,” Barry says firmly, even though he briefly considered donning a chef’s hat. Ultimately he decided it wasn’t worth running the risk of being compared to the dude from Ratatouille.

Lup does a little dance when she hears the doorbell ring; now the party can really begin.

-

 “What the fuck is this?” Taako demands as he emerges from the kitchen with some ghoulish-looking treats. He counts no fewer than five hats that look a little more than familiar.

“Halloween party,” Magnus supplies, adjusting his mongoose mask as he scoops himself some spooky purple punch.

“Yeah, no, I know there’s a Halloween party going on, I just wanna know why the fuck you’re all wearing my fucking clothes!”

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, I’m Leeman Kessler!” Merle exclaims.

“Justin, actually,” Magnus corrects.

“Yeah, what he said.” Merle nods and plucks a mummy dog off the table.

“And I’m obviously Tuff Greg,” Angus says as he scrounges around the bowl of candy set out on the table; sure enough, he’s dressed in a nondescript set of coveralls.

“I see, I see, I stab myself an inordinate number of times making shiny tendrils and sewing them to this hat so I could be a very cool, very avant-garde portrayal of Fisher, meanwhile Dav gets to just walk around in a rash guard and sunglasses and Luce gets to wear an admittedly very cute skirt and we’re calling these costumes? Where’s the dedication? Where’s the time-commitment?”

“It’s about the accuracy, I think,” Lucretia offers as she plucks a piece of lint of her skirt.

“And the whimsy,” Davenport adds.

“That’s true, you can’t forget about the whimsy,” Barry says solemnly. Lup looks to the hallway behind Taako and nods.

“Far be it from me to suppress whimsy,” Taako says drily. “At least Krav would never do me so dirty.”

“Hey thug, what’s your name? I’m about to tentacle your dick!” An affected voice from behind Taako yells, eliciting hoots from the rest of the party.

Taako whirls around and gets an eyeful of Kravitz in a cinnamon-colored null suit; he’s also managed to shove a hat inside the helmet and looks entirely too pleased about it.

“I want a divorce.”

“I don’t think we need to put this to a vote, yeah?” Lup says and receives whoops in response.

“How did you even get that?”

Kravitz shrugs. “I know a guy.”

“Nerdface owes you a favor.”

“Yeah, that too. Turns out not killing him worked out pretty well for me.”

Taako clicks his tongue quietly. “You’re lucky there’s a child here otherwise I would so put you on blast, my love.” He smiles saccharinely at Kravitz who manages to blush redder than the null suit.  “You’re all terrible and don’t appreciate my genius, that’s fine.”

“I’d argue we appreciate you too much since we’re all dressed like you,” Lup counters.

Taako rolls his eyes fondly. “You all wish you could have one iota of my style. Also I’m suing each and every single one of you for copyright infringement. And I’m taking the gift basket for myself.”