#(huh? it's almost halloween? since when??)

[luna0713hunter]

hi can you do shanks x reader where he gets jealous when he sees the reader and a crewmate get close? with a fluffy ending please 💞

(i've never requested anything before so sorry if it doesnt make sense)

Author's note : hello darling!how are you doing? Happy Halloween!!!! I love this request so much cause I'm a huge sucker for jealousy fics lmao!!! (And ofc my dear! it's totally alright!feel free to drop by again!)

I want your eyes,only on me

Shanks x reader

Warnings : jealous Shanks,swearing,drinking,some thoughts about insecurities,age gap relationship,maybe slightly suggestive?, sprinkle of angst,and ofc,FLUFF and happy ending

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When the cold liquid slides down Shanks' throat,he wonders if the booze is more bitter or the sight of you.

On normal occasions,or basically on daily basis,the mere sight of you is enough to make his heart swell and a warm smile bloom on his face. But right now,as he watches you laugh and giggle at a joke that the newest member of his crew had just made,the youngest member beside you,he cant help but to wonder if he can drink until he blacks out completely.

Its not the first time he's done that after all.

Shanks downs the last of his drink while throwing his head back,and clenches his teeth from the bitterness that burns his throat,and sets his now empty glass on the table with a loud BANG.

Its honestly a surprise how the glass hadn't shattered yet.

Just as he's about to complain about the lack of whiskey on his table, someone slides right beside him and pours him his comfort drink.

Shanks barely raises his head,already knowing who has come to his rescue.

"planning to black out,Cap?"

"Fuck off, Yasopp."

The red hair pirate's eyebrow twitches when Yasopp lets out his booming laughter. He drinks his entire glass in one go and squeezes his eyes shut.

That was some heavy alcohol. He would surely regret it tomorrow,but for now,its his only salvation.

"what's gotten you in such a good mood,Shanks? I'm actually worried you might overdose if you keep going like that."

Shanks doesnt turn his head away from you,but slides his empty glass toward Yasopp, silently asking for more.

His new member of the crew smiles gently at your giggling form,and offers you a sweet drink while whispering something in your ear.

Shanks feels his single arm shake as he raises the glass to his oddly dry lips and this time,takes a single sip.

He wonders when he's became so weak and soft.

But he always liked you as his only weakness. He loved to be soft for you.

"he's so young. It doesnt help that he's good kid too."

"hold on," Yasopp raises his eyebrow and drinks his own drink;his expression turning confused slightly as he eyes Shanks,you,and then his new crewmate, "are you talking about the new kid?"

"perhaps."

"what about him?"

"dont tell me you havent seen him flirting with y/n all night long. Just look how close they are." He lets out a bitter laugh,and tries to wet his lips with his even more bitter tongue. The taste disgusts him.

"they're almost the same age. I wouldn't be surprised if y/n left for him."

When Yasopp pulls the glass out of his hand,he swears he's ready to raise hell.

"ok, that's enough booze for you."

"are you asking for a fight?you know i can kick your ass,drunk or not."

Yasopp shakes his head and puts the glass far away from his reach. Shanks groans and throws his head back.

"i get that you think he's interested in y/n. But you're obviously way too drunk if you think he has such a power."

"huh?"

"to steal y/n from you,you idiot."

"i swear I'm gonna kick your as-"

"hey,are you overdoing it again?"

And if Shanks still had his glass with him,he would've smashed it on Yasopp's smug face when he heard your voice.

"actually,he is. Would you mind looking after him?"

He groans and throws his arm over his eyes, wondering if he could ask someone to help him get to the ship.

He assumes your answer was positive;since suddenly he can feel your warmth right by his side and a heavy silence falling over the both you.

And when you reach out to brush his bangs out of his face,he turns his head slightly.

"already done with your new friend?"

He watches from the corner of his eyes how your pretty lips pull down,and a small frown settles on your beautiful face.

Gods, he's such an idiot.

But he cant help it. He cant help the bitter and ugly feeling rising in his chest when he sees you talking to someone younger than him. Someone better,more handsome. Someone more close to your age. Someone he's sure you'll be more happy and comfortable with. And he swears he trusts you with all his heart,but he cant blame you if some day you up and left;when one day that actually happens.

He wouldn't stay for him too.

"Shanks, what're you talking about?"

"its nothing," he swallows and he blames it on his alcohol consumed mind, "you should go and have fun. Dont mind me."

And he expects you to do as he says. He expects you to stump away from him;to never look back and finally realizing that you're far more happy without him.

But gods above, he's such a fool.

Instead of hearing you walk away,he feels your warm, gentle hands prying his arm away from his face. With one hand,you caress the back of his rough one,and with the other,you trace his stumbles.

"Babe," your voice is so soft,that it has him swallowing around the lump in his throat, "talk to me,please?"

And how can he ever say no to you?

"i saw...how you enjoyed spending time with the new kid," he clears his throat and closes his eyes when you caress his scarred face, "i dont blame you. No one does. He's a good kid; brilliant, handsome,younger than me-"

"Ok,hold on a sec," you suddenly interrupt him;your voice bewildered as you watch him open his eyes and staring at you questioningly, "you think I'm going to leave you for him, because he's younger than you?"

Shanks blinks.

"yes?"

When you huff,Shanks opens his mouth to defend himself but you beat him to it. You rest the palm of your hands on his cheeks and pull his face closer;making sure to whisper each word against his lips.

"I thought you knew,how much i love our age gap,Cap."

Shanks' eyes draw to your lips,and when you whisper your next words teasingly,he swears he becomes drunk on your breath alone.

"i wouldn't leave you for the world;not even for the One Piece. Never forget that,Daddy."

And at that,Shanks dives for your lips.

The kiss is hungry, unlike any other kiss the two of you had shared in public. Shanks' lips taste like whiskey,a drink you've never liked,but you dont complain about it.

Just having your captain in your arms is more than enough for you.

When the kiss becomes more inappropriate for public eyes,you push slightly at Shanks' chest and giggle when you see him pout.

The red hair captain,one of the most powerful pirates in the seven seas, pouting because you refuse to kiss him more in public.

"babe, we're in public. Save that for when we get to the ship,alright?"

Shanks' groans,and to your surprise, suddenly lays down until his head is in your lap. You thread your fingers through his red locks,and giggle when he nuzzles in you further.

"dont get close to that kid,or I'm throwing him off the ship."

"for your information,he was telling me how much of a great couple you and i make,and that he looks up to you so much."

"..."

You laugh loudly and Shanks' buries his head more in your lap.

"no more word about this. You have to take care of me tomorrow too."

"i always take care of your hangovers,you big baby."

And when you press your lips to his forehead, Shanks seems to finally calm down.

"i love you."

And Shanks know it's a promise you'll never break,not in a billion years.

Not even when you're offered the One Piece on a golden plate.

#one piece live action x reader #one piece x reader #opla shanks x reader #shanks x reader #opla shanks #opla x reader

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Halloween with the Spiders

Phantom Troupe x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: looots of pussy eating, characters get hard/horny around reader. they eat her pussy after drinking, but they’re only buzzed, not drunk

A/N: I write Chrollo as the shy and awkward guy he actually is so… he’s not super suave in this. Also sorry I wrote out Kortopi, Franklin, and Bonolenov. I’m just not interested in their characters like at all 😭🙏 they’ve got nothing going for them I’m afraid!

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It was the end of summer, august slipping into September before you knew it. The weather was still warm enough outside for you to be wearing a tank top and shorts, something the blonde you were currently dealing with appreciated greatly.

“Okay Shal, you should be good to go. You can get a popsicle from the fridge now.”

You were the sweetheart of the Phantom Troupe, a woman Chrollo had recruited to be the troupe medical director after he watched you donate your time and services to meteor city residents.

Right now, you were at one of the various expensive hotels Chrollo rented for you, using your nen to tend to Shalnark’s wounds. “Thanks, (Name)! I really thought I was a goner this time!”

He gives you a sly smile as he laps at the popsicle you give him, causing you to laugh. “Shal, you had a cut on your cheek. I swear, you’re such a baby.”

You didn’t know the real reason he always came with injuries in… strange places. He wanted you to use your nen on him, knowing it worked in an unusual way.

When you wanted to heal someone, you used physical touch, and depending on the severity, it could be a touch of your finger to a kiss from your lips. Today, it was a simple touch.

You glanced at the TV, a Halloween themed add popping up. “Oh wow, they’re showing these real early this year.”

Shalnark looked up, biting down on his popsicle. “Huh, weird.”

He hummed, getting a mischievous look in his eyes. You were a real sweetheart, but also easily manipulated by sob stories. “You know, none of the Phantom Troupe has ever celebrated Halloween.”

This had your full attention immediately. “… what?”

———————

Ever since Shalnark informed you of the troupes lack of Halloween experience, you’ve been meticulously planning a way to celebrate with them.

It wasn’t easy getting them all together unless Chrollo willed it, so you’d have to go to the leader to ask for a favor.

You were one of the only members that knew of his location at all times. In your mind, it was because you had an important role, but in reality it was because Chrollo quite enjoyed your presence.

“Chrollo!”

You sprinted towards the dark haired man, and though calling out his name in public wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do, he didn’t scold you. He instead smiled, opening his arms and allowing you to jump into them. “I’m glad you could find me with ease. Let’s go to a cafe and you can discuss what you wanted to talk about with me.”

Chrollo never let you pay for your own things when he went places with you. He said it was because you did so much good for the Troupe, but that was only a half truth. He enjoyed taking care of you.

“Mmm… oh!”

You placed your pumpkin spice muffin down, and Chrollo couldn’t help but laugh when when you held up a finger as you chewed. “I almost forgot to actually talk about what I came for! Chrollo!”

He lifted a napkin, wiping at your mouth. “Shh, (Name). You shouldn’t speak my name out loud so easily, it’s not exactly a common name.”

You blushed, and he placed the dirty napkin in a nearby trash can. “Oh, sorry…”

He motioned for you to talk, and you cleared your throat. “Anyways, Shalnark told me that none of you have ever celebrated Halloween! Is that true?”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to see why you’re bringing that fact up. “Yes, that’s true, we haven’t c-“

Your tears surprised him, but not enough for him to react. You’re kind of known for being a bleeding heart, so his expression stayed neutral, but he did offer you his handkerchief. “Chrollo, Halloween is so much fun! You get to carve pumpkins, wear costumes, eat lots of treats…”

You paused, reaching out to grab his hand. “So, the reason I asked to see you…”

Chrollo waited for you to continue patiently. He couldn’t help but find your ditzy and forgetful nature endearing, so he smiled.

“I want the troupe to get together on Halloween at my house!”

This actually surprised him. He nearly choked on his strawberry scone, having to pat his chest for a moment. “You… you said the troupe? As in everyone?”

“Mhm!”

He stared at you for a moment to see if you were being serious. You were smiling, looking hopeful and expectant.

‘How… can I put this gently..?’

Chrollo squeezed your hand, causing you to tilt your head. “(Name), my sweet and kind friend, the troupe has only come together once in the past three years, and that was for an important heist. I’m not sure if they’ll want to meet for… a Halloween party.”

You giggled. “Oh, but I’m sure they’ll love it! Besides, if you order it, they’ll come!”

He sighed. You looked way too cute, giggling and smiling as you pulled out a notebook and began showing him the things you already had planned.

Sometimes, when he watched you, all he could see was Sarasa. Your perky personality and compassion for others reminded him of her so much, it was one of the reasons he adored you so.

And one of the reasons he had trouble telling you no.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask them to come, but it won’t be mandatory.”

You squealed in delight, nearly jumping over the table to give him a hug. “Oh, thank you Chrollo! It’s going to be fun, I promise!”

He sighed, smiling and patting your back. Normally, Chrollo would push any other person away, but he let you get away with a lot. “Okay, (Name).”

———————

It was the day before Halloween, and you were sulking. Already, three of the Troupe members wouldn’t be able to come. Franklin, Kortopi, and Bonolenov each called to say they couldn’t make it.

You’d spent most of the week decorating your house and getting it ready for guests. Feitan, Shalnark, and Shizuku would be staying in your three guest bedrooms while the rest rented hotels.

“(Nameeeee) come open the door!”

You blinked, looking out the window to see Shizuku behind your door. “Oh, Shizuku, you’re early. I thought you’d be here tonight?”

She walked into your home, turning in a circle before tilting her head. “I wanted first pick of the rooms, so I finished up my job quick.”

That was only half true, she wanted more private time with you!

“Oh, that makes sense. You’re just in time then, I finished making all the beds a few minutes ago!”

She nodded and walked upstairs to pick her room. Not even five minutes later, you heard someone knocking at your door.

“Coming!”

You open the door to see Feitan standing behind it, holding…

“Feitan, is that… is that a pumpkin?”

“Halloween, pumpkins are important.”

He handed the pumpkin to you before pushing past you into your house. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he looked almost… proud of his “gift” for you? Feitan watched you carry the pumpkin into your kitchen, where you sat in on the counter.

“Oh wow, it’s huge! What a nice pumpkin!”

He nods, following you. “Stole best one.”

You held back a laugh, knowing he was a bit sensitive when it came to giving gifts and being nice. “Oh, I can tell. Thank you so much Fei!”

Feitan had the habit of following you around like a stray cat when he was around. It was an improvement to your relationship when you first joined the Phantom Troupe as an honorary member. He used to sprint away from you the second you looked at him, and now he followed a few feet behind at all times. Honestly, he was pretty cute. Like a stray cat.

“Hey princess!”

You blinked as your door was torn off its hinges and Uvogin walked in, laughing and stomping into your kitchen before picking you up into a crushing hug.

Feitan stood in the doorway, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes. “Careful, Uvo. She not like us. Fragile.”

uvogin looked down to see Feitan was right. The girl in his eyes was making a pained expression, patting his arm to signal she couldn’t breathe. “Oh, my bad.”

He let her go, keeping her steady as she drew in breath. “Woo… now that is a bear hug that I think an actual bear would give, Jesus Christ…”

You turned back towards the cabinets and began taking out what you would need to get started on baking. “Uvo, could you be a dear and grab my Halloween decorations from the attic? I tried to get them earlier, but they were way too heavy.”

“Of course!”

He walked up the stairs, leaving you to sigh softly. “Okay, let’s see what we can do about that door-“

“It’s aight, (Name). I’ve got it fixed.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when Phinks and Shalnark just appear behind you, and peek over them to see that your door was indeed fixed!

“Oh, thank you guys!” You give them both an affectionate pat to the arm before continuing your baking preparations.

———————

By the time you finish baking, your house is full of Phantom Troupe members. Pakunoda, Nobunaga, and Machi arrived individually within the last few hours. Machi shyly offered to help you bake, watching you from the corner of her eye as you worked. ‘Cute, she’s even wearing an apron…’ Machi thought, her eyes soft as she watched you.

Chrollo was the last to arrive, getting to your house at nearly 8 pm. He opened the door, every member looking up to him when he did. “Hello, everyone. I’m glad to see you could all make it.”

You rushed forward and took his coat, gently scolding him for not wearing a shirt underneath. He laughed, sitting down and smiling at the troupe. Chrollo waited for you to go back to the kitchen before his face returned to its usual serious expression.

“As you can see, (Name) has tried her hardest to make our first Halloween celebration the best it can be. You’ll do as she says, and have fun, though I’m sure none of you wish to upset our special girl.”

They all glanced between each other, nodding slowly. After that, they had a quick meeting to discuss non Halloween matters before (Name) came back into the living room. “Okay, I know I gathered you all here before Halloween, but it’s only to go over my plans and give you all your gifts!”

“Gifts? Aww, you didn’t have to do that for us, sweetheart.” Nobunaga said, smiling.

“But I wanted to! Lemme go grab them!”

You scurried up the stairs, giggling the whole way up. “It seems she’s excited about this.”

You walked down the stairs a few minutes later with a large box in your arms, whining a bit. “Hnn… it’s kind of heavy…”

Several of the boys jumped up to help you, but Feitan got there first. “Give. Too weak.”

You handed the box over, knowing Feitan was doing it to help you. “Thanks, Fei!” You gave him that pretty smile of yours, and the rest of the troupe grumbled lightly.

Feitan sat the box on your coffee table, using his sharp nails to slice open the tape. “…”

Inside were clothes, all the same design. “(Name) what exactly are these… gifts?” Shalnark asked, tilting his head as he pulled a set out.

“Oh, they’re matching pajamas! I was hoping we could all get a picture together!”

You hand out everyone’s clothes, smiling.

“How did you know our sizes?” Pakunoda asked, seeing the set of pajama was her size. You giggle, turning towards her.

“I have my ways~”

Surprisingly, most of them were completely fine dressing in the Halloween themed pajamas for pictures, and the ones that weren’t did it anyways.

Phinks sat on the couch after the pictures, humming. “Huh, these are pretty warm and soft. You mind if I take these with me back to my hotel?”

“I don’t mind at all, they’re yours after all!”

The people that weren’t staying the night filed out soon after, all thanking you, a few giving you hugs and cheeky kisses to her forehead.

“Goodnight, (Name). Sleep well, and thank you for this.”

Chrollo was the last to leave, saying that before cupping your cheek and planting a kiss on your forehead. It left you. A little flustered, but you still waved at them all. “Be safe, and make sure you’re here by 9 am!”

Shalnark, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed behind, the former two eating some leftovers you had in the fridge. “Wow, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve gotten to try your homemade cooking, (Name)! This is amazing!”

You felt your face heat up, giving your friends a sheepish smile. “I’m happy you’re enjoying it.”

Soon, everyone went to bed, and you climbed into your own, excited for the day to come.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of eyes on you. You’re quick to reach for your light switch, only for your hand to come in contact with someone’s face.

A hand covered your mouth before you could scream, the person shushing you gently. “Don’t worry, it’s just me, (Name).”

Shalnark sat, crouched next to your bed, that boyish smile on his face as he pulled his hand away. “Huh… why are… why are you in my room?”

“Oh, we’re watching you sleep.”

“We’re?”

You blinked, glancing around the room to see Feitan standing in your doorway, leaning against it. “I not watch, making sure he don’t try something.” Feitan corrected, glancing to the blonde.

“Oh, you wound me Fei. I would never hurt (Name)!”

“Not hurt, but might touch while sleeps.”

The blonde blushed, glancing down at you as you gave him a disturbed look. “No, I promise I wouldn’t do that! I just… you look really cute when you sleep!”

“… how many times have you watched me sleep??”

“… almost every time we have a mission together.”

Feitan nodded to confirm this, walking into your room. “He not mean any harm, just worried.”

Shalnark pouted at his friend. “So you were teasing me on purpose earlier?”

The two ignored him. “Worried? What does that mean?”

Feitan sighed, plopping down on your bed. “We… lost people before. Shalnark get anxious, not want you to get hurt. Watches you.”

You soften, gently patting the blondes head. “Aww, Shal, that’s really sweet. I’m okay though, I promise!”

You give them both a smile, tentatively patting Feitan’s arm. He tenses, but doesn’t move. ‘Progress!’

You kind of treat Feitan like a scared stray cat, and it works most of the time. After your gentle pat, he scoots closer ever so slightly. You rub your eyes and yawn. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.”

You turn around and pull the blanket up to your chin, snuggling into your pillow-

“Shizuku!?”

“Hi.”

The dark haired girl was lying next to you, wearing the Halloween pajamas you gave her. “W-when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“She has.”

“Longer than Shal.”

You sigh, lying back on your pillow, accepting this. “Okay, as I said, I’m going to sleep. Just… don’t do anything weird and you can all stay.”

Strangely, having the three in your room helped you sleep better. It almost made you feel safe, knowing your friends were watching over you.

——————

The Troupe gathers in your living room at 9 am sharp, some looking tired, others perky. You’re surrounded by your comrades, some(namely Shizuku and Feitan) hovered around you shamelessly as you began to speak.

“Okay, the first thing on our list is pumpkin carving!”

You had Uvogin and Phinks help you carry in the pumpkins as Pakunoda and Machi laid out newspaper to keep your living room clean. “So this isn’t just normal pumpkin carving, it’s a contest! I’ll be the judge, and whoever makes the pumpkin I like the best, wins!”

“What’s prize?” Feitan asked, poking his pumpkin. You blinked at the shorter man.

“Oh… I think I completely forgot about a prize. Any ideas guys?”

You smiled, still in your cute pajamas. Shalnark raised his hand. “Shal?”

“How about a blowj-“

Phinks smacked the blonde over the head before Shalnark is pulled away by a few members and scolded in the corner.

“Hmm? What did he say?” You asked, tilting your head. Chrollo cleared his throat, the man surprisingly flustered easily.

“Nothing. How about… a kiss from you as a prize?”

You hummed softly. “A kiss? That doesn’t seem like a good prize, I don’t think anyone here would want th-“

The entire troupe started to argue with you, and you blush.

“Oh, um… okay. A kiss it is.”

This helped to motivate the group, but before they could start you raised your hand. “Two rules, guys. No nen, and you have to use these pumpkin carving tools.”

Already, Machi and Shalnark were pouting. Feitan took the pumpkin carving kit, raising an eyebrow at you. “… dull blade. Why?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be child safe.”

“(Name), we’re a band of thieves.” Chrollo said, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “We can handle actual knives.”

You whine and hand him his own kit, puffing out your cheeks. “Well too bad, thems the rules!”

You cross your arms and walk into the kitchen.

“Haha, you sure pissed her off, boss! Boss?”

Chrollo sat in the chair with his head in his hands, groaning. “I’m an idiot.”

Uvogin clapped him over the back with his large hand, laughing. “Oh don’t worry boss, you know she can be pouty when it comes to our safety.”

“Boss not wrong though. Kill people, can use knife.” Feitan grumbled, stabbing his pumpkin.

“Fei, I don’t think that’s how you carve a pumpkin.” Phinks said, crouching down.

“Tch, you know better?”

Phinks held up his phone, a tutorial on the screen. Pakunoda, Machi, and Shizuku sat together, ignoring the men as they carved their pumpkins, occasionally dodging flying pumpkin guts.

——————

You walked out of the kitchen 30 minutes later, carrying in some muffins shyly. “Sorry, I was a little rude earlier. I made some- oh, are you all done?”

You ignored the complete mess the troupe had made, happy that you laid out plenty of newspaper. Nobunaga nodded, holding up his pumpkin. For an expert in the sword, it looked… really bad.

“Yep, we just finished up!”

You hummed and looked over each pumpkin. “Oh, Paku, is yours a cat?”

She nodded, trying to keep a neural expression. It was a little cat, and you couldn’t help but coo and take a picture. “Cute!”

It wasn’t amazing, but cute nonetheless. You continued looking, the next one to catch your attention being Shalnark’s. It was an image of some anime character, and despite looking amateur, you could recognize the character. “Oh, is that sailor moon? It’s really good Shal!”

He gave you a proud smile, holding his pumpkin i his lap. The last pumpkin that caught your attention was Feitan’s, which was honestly the best looking one. It was a detailed carving of human heart, and you couldn’t help but be impressed.

“I think we have a winner!”

You pick up Feitan’s pumpkin and hold it up for everyone to see. Despite being upset they didn’t win, everyone also agreed his was the best looking.

You placed the pumpkin on your table before smiling. Under his jacket, Feitan’s cheeks were a soft pink as he stood before you. “Fei, are you ready for your prize?”

He froze, his hands trembling slightly in his pockets. Feitan had always been on the shy side, and when it came to you, his shy nature only intensified. The others could pick this up, especially Phinks and Shalnark. The two were about to speak up, but you talked first.

“Fei, I won’t kiss you if you don’t want it.”

His eyes widen slightly. How should he tell you that it’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, it’s the fact that he wasn’t sure how his body would react to such a thing? Shit, it was already hard enough to not pop a boner in your presence, a kiss might kill him!

“Kiss… kiss alright. Can handle it,” he tried to say nonchalantly, but his words came out shaky. You smiled warmly, stepping closer and gently tugging the hood of his coat down.

“Are you ready?”

His heart thumped against his chest rapidly, his eyes half lidded as he stared at your soft lips. “Y-yeah…”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a moment before pulling away, giggling. “There you go!”

You open your eyes, only to see him tug his hood back into place and speed away from you. Feitan’s face was bright red, and he could feel his pants tighten as he his under hid coat.

“Well,” Chrollo said, getting everyone’s attention. Only few people would be able to read the hint of jealousy in his eye as he spoke. “What’s next, (Name)?”

———————

After a quick lunch, the group gathered at a corn maze. “Okay everyone, we’re going in groups of two, using the buddy system in case we get separated! Stranger danger, ya know?”

Phinks patted your head. “No one else is here, (Name), we’re the only people in line. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble with stranger danger.”

“Besides, we’re all adults and nen users.” Pakunoda said, slightly amused by your concern.

“Hmph! We’re doing the buddy system, there’s scare actors in there. What if one of them can use nen? It’s better to stick to pairs of two!”

Chrollo nodded, paying for everyone to enter. “That’s smart, (Name).”

The pairs were as so: Chrollo and Pakunoda, Phinks and Feitan, Shalnark and Machi, Uvogin and Nobunaga, then Shizuku and you.

Pakunoda glanced at you and Shizuku. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, (Name)? Shizuku can be a bit forgetful, I don’t want you two to get separated. You’re scared easily, aren’t you (Name)?”

Shizuku huffed before pulling you into her chest. “Hey, I’ll keep her safe! I’ll stay focused!”

You blushed a little, your face directly in her breasts. “Mmph!”

She released you, patting your head. “Whoops, you alright?”

You nodded shyly, your face hot.

The group entered the maze, taking different paths. It was large and intricate, more like a labyrinth than a maze. Shizuku kept a hold on your hand, occasionally squeezing it when someone jumped out to scare the two of you.

“Oh. (Name), are you scared?”

You were trembling and holding onto her arm, giving her a slight nod. “A little, y-yeah…”

The two of you continued to walk through the maze, but Shizuku seemed to space out. “Hmm…”

She let go of your hand for just a moment, and when you attempted to grab her hand again, she was already gone. “Shizuku? Shizuku!”

You shook in your little Mary Janes as you tried to find her. Just then a man with a chainsaw begin chasing you, causing you to shriek and sprint in a random direction. “AGH! SHIZUKU! SOMEONE!”

You cried in fear, spotting a familiar figure and nearly sobbing. “Uvo! Nobu!”

They looked up, Uvogin opening his arms to allow you to jump into them. He held you close as you trembled and cried, obviously terrified. Nobunaga gave you a look of concern before glancing up, unsheathing his sword and the man approached.

“Hey, back off. She’s scared.”

The man takes one look at the two menacing figures before turning around and running away. Nobunaga turns back to you, gently running his hand over your hair to smooth it out. “Hey, he’s gone. You’re okay now.”

You sniffle a little, but relax into Uvogin’s arms. “There ya go, princess. Just relax. We’ll find our way out.”

The two spent the rest of the maze in silence. Their intimidating presences alone were enough to keep all the scare actors at bay. By the end of the maze, you had fallen asleep, your arms around Uvogin’s neck.

“Uvo, Nobu? Oh thank god, you found her!”

Shalnark ran towards the three, looking over you with relieved eyes. Nobunaga held a finger up to his lips, the blonde getting quiet. “She’s sleeping, Shal. Did anyone find Shizuku?”

Said girl was being scolded by Feitan close by. She seemed sorry enough, glancing at you with regretful eyes. “I didn’t mean to leave her, I got distracted…”

Chrollo took you from Uvogin’s arms, sighing softly as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “That doesn’t matter, all that matters is she’s safe. Let’s get her home.”

By the time the group got home, it was dark. You awoke when you heard a wet thwack!

“Huh? What was that?”

Chrollo set you down. “I’m not sure, I think it’s coming from around the corner.”

You peeked arousn the corner, your eyes going wide. “The pumpkins! Hey!”

You run forward, the troupe following close behind. A group of drunk men were smashing the pumpkins you all worked hard on. “Hey, you assholes! Get away from-“

You attempted to shop them away, but were pushed to the ground. “Shut up, bitch. Stupid whore thinks she can tell us what to do…”

Thankfully, Phinks caught you before you could hit your head on the concrete, his strong arms lifting up up. “You alright, sunshine?”

You nod, sniffling a little, tears running down your cheeks. “They… they’re smashing our pumpkins…”

He did his best to comfort you as the rest of the Troupe advanced. “Trash, make her cry.” Feitan spits, wielding his umbrella.

“What should we do, boss? Can’t let them hurt our sweethearts feelings, can we?” Pakunoda asked, ruffling your hair as she passed by.

Chrollo hummed. “Take them out, but wait until we get (Name) inside.”

Pakunoda, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed outside while the rest walked in. You heard screaming for a minute, then the sound of Shizuku’s nen activating.

“I’m sorry about the pumpkins, (Name). I know you liked them.” Shalnark said, sitting next to you as you sulked on the couch.

“It’s okay… I got pictures of all of them… at least…”

Shalnark patted your back before opening his phone. “I’ll call in some pizza, okay? Uvogin and Nobunaga brought alcohol, so why don’t we watch some horror movies and chill?”

You nodded, rubbing your teary eyes. “Yeah, that sounds fun…”

——————

It didn’t take long for everyone to get pleasantly buzzed, you included. The troupe gathered around your TV, each taking turns to sit next to you. After all, you always jumped into the lap of whoever sat next to you when you got scared!

You stood up, humming. “Imma grab some treats, made ‘em yesterday.”

Little do you know, Shizuku had an idea. You returned with the tray, placing it on the coffee table and smiling. “Okay, dig in g-“

The dark haired girl snuck up behind you, yanking your skirt down and sitting you on the coffee table. “Let’s play a game, whoever can eat her out and make her cum the fastest, wins.”

You sat there dumbfounded, trying to process the fact that your pussy was on full display for the entire troupe, and they were all blatantly staring. You tried to close your legs, whining, but Shizuku kept them held open. “H-hey!”

You pour at her, but you don’t make any further moves to stop her. You’ve never had someone eat you out before, you hadn’t even had sex, so the thought of all 8 members present taking turns making you cum was making your pussy drool in delight.

It’s not like you haven’t imagined it a few times. Your fellow troupe members were attractive, and although this was a little embarrassing, you were a little excited.

“F-fuck…”

Phinks crouched down in front of you, taking a good whiff. You squeaked, your face hot with embarrassment.

He’s quickly shoved away by Machi, who huffed. “You said you get to go first? We’ll have to draw straws.”

Chrollo cleared his throat, the bulge in his pants more than evident. “That’s a good idea, Machi. Get the straws.”

You were allowed to sit down on the couch, a pillow under your hips to get you comfortable.

The first one up was Feitan. You felt a bit sorry for him, he was obviously inexperienced in such a thing, staring at your pussy with wife eyes, his hands shaking a little when he grabbed you by the hips.

He lowered his head to your pussy, looking up at you with those dark eyes. He took his coat off, now only wearing pants. Even from this angle, you could see the tent in his pants, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

“Come on, Fei. Hurry up!” Phinks yelled, tapping his foot impatiently.

Usually, Feitan could be pretty intimidating to most people, but you knew that he wasn’t actually a bad guy, he was just a bit shy and awkward. You played with his hair, trying to encourage him. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Even as you said this, you lightly bucked your hips trying to reach his face. You couldn’t help it, he was so close to burying his nose in your pussy.

Maybe he just needs a little guidance…

You look at him, grabbing a fist full of his hair and gently guiding him to your cunt. His eyes widened, and when his lips touched your pussy, he moaned into you. Feitan’s tongue darted out of his mouth, testing the waters.

“Mmph…”

He buried his face in your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere. Occasionally he’d touch your clit, but you knew without some more guidance, he wouldn’t be able to make you cum.

Gently, you grabbed his hair again, cooing softly as you guided him towards your clit. “Here, Fei.”

He glanced up at you through his dark eyelashes, immediately latching onto your clit. This had you mewling, your hips bucking into his face.

Feitan was a fast learner, you only had to show him how to please you once and he was on it like a hawk. After a minute, you ended up cumming on his tongue, panting softly.

Phinks clapped Feitan on the back as the dark haired man pulled away. “Hey, it took a bit but you got her there! Nice job, man.”

Feitan looked at you shyly, patting your thigh. “… good girl.”

‘Oh, he’s so cute.’ You thought, wanting to give him a kiss or something for his efforts, but the next person up was already crawling between your legs.

Pakunoda held your thighs apart, her thumb rubbing against your clit. “Is that good, princess?”

You nodded, whining a little. “Mhm… ahh!”

You squeak when she inserts a finger, now sucking on your clit as she adds another finger in. You bucked your hips, but she keeps you still.

You cum pretty quick, the woman smiling up at you as you catch your breath. “Mm, you taste divine, (Name).”

She gave your pussy a kiss before moving away for the next person to come.

Chrollo and Shalnark were similar in the way they ate you out. They liked to make a lot of eye contact, their fingers curling inside you, sometimes chuckling on your clit as they suckled on it.

Phinks and Uvogin were rough, their big tongues filling your pussy up, their fingers stretching you out. They both groaned when your walls clenched around their fingers as you came.

Nobunaga and Shizuku were a little desperate, their tongues lapping at you and fingers thrusting into you at ungodly speeds. Although you came quick, it wasn’t as satisfying when you came the previous times.

Machi was much like Pakunoda, taking her time and making you cum on her tongue easily. She was the only on to grab your breasts, making the others jealous. They hadn’t even though of that!

By the end of the night, you were exhausted!

The pillow underneath you was soaked with your cum, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Our sweetheart seems tired.” Phinks teased, crouching down to help you get dressed.

The group decided to sleep in the living room, and you fell asleep being cuddled by the entire troupe.

Was it easy being loved by a band of thieves? No. Was it satisfying?

Oh yes.

“This was the best Halloween ever…” you whispered into Chrollo’s chest. He smiled and kissed the top of you head.

“It really was.”

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[chvnnie]

on the topic of dad!skz. dad!minho picking out a itty bitty kitty halloween costume for his baby girl with the softest little cat ears, a floofy tail and he finds a little makeup pen that he researches and researches to make sure it's okay to put on her skin because he wants to draw whiskers on her but not if it's going to hurt her!!!! and he walks home with the biggest smile on his face and gets home so excited to show you what he bought - only to see you putting your daughter into a puppy costume you bought earlier that day.

the days leading up to halloween are spent with bickering over which costume she should be in (minho almost foaming at the mouth because cats are his thing how can his daughter n o t be in a cat costume) and on the day she ends up in???? (this is where you come in bc i really can't think of denying minho anything)

Seungmin is behind this. Somehow, Minho hasn’t really figured it out yet. He just knows it’s his fault because who else could have convinced you of this?

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He says with the most humorless expression on his face. “Where he is?”

You furrow your brows. “Who?”

“Ah, come on. What other puppy do we know?” Minho gestures at his daughter on the ground, ironically chasing her fake tail.

It clicks, and you can’t help but laugh. “Minho, you’re joking.”

Blank face. He’s not even joking a little bit. Sighing, you stand up from the couch, walking right past him towards the kitchen.

“Think what you want, Minho, but I do have the ability to make my own decisions.”

When you get into bed that night, you don’t face him. Rolling over to stare out the window instead.

He really didn’t think that you’d be this mad about it. More than anything, Minho thought it was a silly joke. Like ha ha ha, Seungmin weaseled his way into dressing his daughter as a dog. Did he do that with Jisung’s daughter, too? Changbin’s boys? It’s so in character that it was easy to just believe it.

But he can tell with how you’ve acted with him since he got home — only really talking to your daughter, insisting on doing bath and bed by yourself — it was a stupid thought that he shouldn’t have ran with.

“Hey.” He rolls on his side towards you, a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, talk to me.”

“I’m tired, Minho.” It’s a lie — the bed is shaking with how jittery your legs are.

“I’m not going to drop it.” Minho says plainly. “You know that.”

With a sigh, you sit up, knees to your chest. Not really looking at him and instead fiddling with your sweatshirt. “Fine. It made me mad that you reacted like that to her costume.”

Minho smiles sadly, reaching for your hand. If you keep playing with that thread, you’ll ruin that shirt, and he knows it’s your favorite thing to sleep in as the weather turns. Though reluctant, you let him take your hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated it like a joke—“

“She looked really cute and I thought you would really like it.” There’s a cry catching in your throat, one that you’re desperately trying to swallow down. Minho’s heart shatters when he hears how much it upset you.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he slowly presses his lips to your palm. Peppering them around the hand; the tops, the wrist, over your wedding ring. “She did look very cute.”

“She always looks cute.”

The way you say it, with such a pout, makes Minho giggle a little. He shuffles in the bed, lying his head on your knees to get a better look at you. “It’s because she looks like you.”

Ah, there you go. The corners of your lips peeking up before you remember why you’re so upset. “Stop with that cheesy bullshit—“

“It’s true! If she looked like me…sheesh.”

You move too quick for him to catch, grabbing the pillow you’re propped up on and hitting him with it. Minho tries to pull it from your hands, ready for revenge, but you won’t give.

“Say that again and I’ll hit you HARDER next time.”

“Oooooh, so scary. So big and tough with your pillow, huh?”

Minho gives up on trying to take your pillow.

And grabs one of his own.

///

It’s your turn to walk into a surprise. Less than a week left until Halloween, and there’s your daughter. Sitting in the high chair as her father, your husband, delicately traces lines from her nose.

“What is this?”

While Minho is still, it makes Jisung jump. The baby in his lap crying from the sudden movement. “Sheesh, knock next time.”

Your brows raise. “It’s my? Home? What’s going on here?”

Jisung looks from you to Minho, spinning the baby is his lap around so you can see. A pretty little heart painted on the tip of her nose, teeny whiskers across her face. The costume she’s wearing identical to the one your daughter has on, only a few sizes smaller.

“Doesn’t she look so CUTE?” Jisung is so giddy, cooing as he bounces the baby on his knee. “We wanted her to be a pumpkin, but then Minho came over and said he got her something—“

“We haven’t decided on a costume.” You say sternly, looking at your husband.

“Yet.” Minho’s eyes flick up to you. “You haven’t seen her as a cat yet.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Nothing is going to steer me away from—“

Your heart leaps from your body. Never have you seen something so precious, so tiny. Her nose is pink, the whiskers twisting out to just about her mid cheek. Her eyes light up when she sees you, babbling on and on as she reaches out for you.

“Oh, look at you.” You coo, quickly gathering her in your arms. She giggles, snuggling into your shoulder. Her little headband brushes softly against your neck. Oh, you could cry.

Minho looks a little too smug for your liking. “So what were you saying about not steering you—“

“Shut up.”

///

“You really liked the cat costume—“

“But, Min, the dog—“

“She just looks so cute as a cat. Come on, baby, you have to see it.”

“And she doesn’t look cute as a dog?”

“Of course she does! I’m just saying—“

Jisung is in his office, windows shut, and he can still hear the two of your bickering from the other side of the fence. There’s no hard feelings there, just the two of you are too stubborn to give up. Cat, dog. Dog, cat. Over and over and over—

Sighing, he pushes himself up from his computer chair. Grabbing the car keys from his bag and leaving with a quick goodbye kiss to his partner and daughter. Just a teeny little errand.

You answer the door, Minho meowing obnoxiously somewhere inside the house. “Hey, Jisung—“

“It’s my turn to pick.” He forces a plastic bag in your hand before turning around and leaving. Even after you call after him, your voice fading as he walks the short distance back to your house.

You open the bag, the costume still perfectly in its wrapper. Soft, tan fur decorates the onesie. A hood to cover her teeny little head and keep her warm.

You throw it to the side. A lion, really? What a silly choice, so basic. It’s her first halloween, you’re not going to waste it on something like this.

///

She went as a lion.

hehehehehe

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[tonkatsubowl]

flowers for you, my love.

wriothesley x fem!reader

✦ modern au.

⚠️mentions of violence & strong language. dark themes. kidnapping. stalking.

you've always admired wriothesley in the distance, and now... he's protecting you from the dangers of the world.

you own a small business.

well, it wasn't yours to begin with. it was your grandmother's.

your grandmother owned a local flower shop right next to a café, and you were well known within this small town for providing the best, high quality plants. you often sold out during holidays, especially valentine's day... but with the fall season coming up, you were quite busy preparing for halloween.

you were getting ready to sell pumpkins and just preparing the festive season for your customers... especially your regulars, too.

you fancied a regular named wriothesley, whom you call "rio" for short. how you both met was quite a wonder, really.

from down the street of your flower shop, there is a local gym. in order to get home, you take a short cut past the gym to reach to your apartments. during your closing period, you'd leave, and you'd always spot the same man who can be seen using the punching bag as a practice for his boxing skills. you would stop, stare from the large windows, before leaving quickly to remain unnoticed. shortly enough, you had a small crush on him despite not really speaking to him at all... until one day, he came to your flower shop looking for some flowers to decorate his home for the season. he was never really the type to decorate his home with flowers, but with the amount of stray cats that he was attracting... he really wanted to have them visit more and use the flowers outside his home as an attraction and toy for them.

ever since you both had met, wriothesley frequents your shop. he either comes to say hello, to buy flowers, but sometimes he doesn't show up at all. but you see him at the gym all the time, boxing and lifting weights. you admired how much he would sweat, how strong he was, how beautiful he looked...

...that was when you sighed dreamily to yourself, then you'd snap back to reality. right, what were you thinking right now? you were in the middle of closing up the shop. you were in your head again, thinking too much about wriothesley. you wish you had his number so you can speak to him more, but granted, you were a little shy.

flipping your sign to "closed", you adjust your bag before walking down the street again, taking your typical route home. you past the restaurant, the café, and finally... the gym.

your eyes wander towards the window, spotting the familiar man you admired in the distance, deadlifting what appeared to be about six-hundred pounds. he was absolutely strong, and god, you admired him for it...

...but he does sweat a lot, doesn't he?

around this time at the gym, there wasn't really anyone around but him. you look around, digging your hands into your bag before approaching the window, knocking onto it as an attempt to catch his attention... which was a success.

wriothesley looks over, blinking before smiling, waving at you. picking up his phone from the floor, he wanders towards you, motioning you to come inside through the window. you nod, making your way inside.

"hey, y/n." wriothesley said, smiling faintly at you. "closed up your shop for tonight?"

you nodded, returning the faint smile. "yeah. i come by through here every night since it's the route i take home."

wriothesley blinked. "...huh. by yourself? isn't that a little dangerous?" he tilted his head, furrowing his brows a bit at you.

"not really!" you shake your head. he wasn't wrong... it was entirely dangerous to walk around as a woman alone, especially last sunset. but you were accustomed to the town's safety, "i've been living here for almost my entire life, so i'll be okay."

wriothesley pursed his lips, his shoulders slumping. "i don't believe that."

that was when you can read the soft worried expression painting across his features. you felt a little bad, but you didn't want him to worry about you... especially when the both of you didn't exactly know each other too well. so, to soothe him, you lift the handkerchief that you had hidden in your bag, before gently wiping the sweat away from his forehead... and his jawline.

he blinked, his worried expression seizing entirely, though he was still worried about you. "you don't gotta..." he began, but he fell silent immediately. "...thanks." he enjoyed it.

being this close... you could see every feature of his body. his protruding veins at his biceps, the well sculpt figure he bestowed. the faint scars found across his body and arms... and you were probably caught staring at wriothesley a bit too long... so you look away, shoving the fabric back into your bag.

"s-sorry."

wriothesley chuckled, shaking his head. "don't be. i appreciate the effort." he said, before placing a hand into his pocket.

"..say. if you're on your way back, i want you to text me to make sure i know you got home safe."

you blinked, looking back towards wriothesley, watching as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "ah? w-wait, you don't need—" oh, this was a good opportunity to get his number though...but maybe it was just he cared about your safety.

you internally sigh with your anxious thoughts, taking his phone before inputting your contact information and sending yourself a text. wriothesley smiled, "appreciate it. now, it's getting dark. and i got a few sets to finish up, then i have something to do later. text me when you're home, alright?"

you nodded slowly, watching as he turned his back towards you, returning to his workout. that was when you left, exiting the building of the gym...— "wait."

you stop, retracting your hand from pulling the doors of the exit, wriothesley's voice catching your attention.

"i'll walk you home instead, if that's alright with you."

you turn your head towards the man, seeing that he was putting o his shirt and he was picking up his gym bag and his shaker bottle. "i gotta get going soon, anyway. i didn't realize the time."

"a-ah, rio... you don't need to walk me home. really, i don't need you to be late to... wherever you need to be." you protest.

"nah," he shook his head, "it's fine. i'd rather you be safe first than me going somewhere without guaranteeing your safety."

you feel warmth creeping at your cheeks as you nod slowly, letting wriothesley move past you as he opened the door for you, "is that alright with you?"

you nodded, "ye-.. yes. i'm okay with that."

the two of you eventually left the gym together. the night was peaceful, the crickets were chirping, and the night sky was a splendid view to behold for all to see. each star greeted you both with its twinkle, almost distracting you from the current conversation you had with wriothesley.

"so," he began, "the flower shop. you own that?"

you nodded, "now i do. it was initially my grandmother's, actually. but when she passed, she gave it to me as a parting gift. now i run it."

"i see. sorry to hear about your grandmother." wriothesley said, glancing towards you. "i mean, do you enjoy having it? the shop, i mean."

"it's nice, i mean. i enjoy it, but i don't know if it's actually for me." you gave a sheepish smile. "the customers can be a little frustrating to deal with, but i'm there for the flowers."

wriothesley nod, he smiles at your direction. "i see. i always try to tell people that they should do what they enjoy. but follow your heart, you know?"

you nodded, stopping at the steps of your apartment. "well, here it is. home sweet home," you turn your head to wriothesley, "thank you for walking me home, rio. i appreciate it. i told you it wasn't a long walk."

wriothesley shook his head, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "hey, short walk or not, i just wanted to make sure you were safe. but uh, i'll see you later, alright? thank you for earlier, y/n. i gotta go now." with a small smile, the man lifts a hand to wave you goodbye before leaving.

watching as he left, you sigh, entering your apartment. you were safe and sound, finally home and welcoming the arms of your dog that was always so happy to see you.

... but you were completely oblivious to someone who was happy to see you too, stalking you from the shadows of the neighborhood.

and it wasn't your beloved wriothesley.

after taking a shower, you were getting ready to go to bed for the night. however, you couldn't stop thinking about wriothesley... so you decided to shoot him a text.

you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't respond back—he was probably asleep, or busy with whatever.

➽ y/n: hello! i just wanted to thank you for walking me home. i appreciate it.

➽ rio: no problem. go get some rest. glad you're safe and sound.

oh, he texted back rather fast. you wanted to text him more, but exhaustion was finally hitting you...

➽ y/n: you too! goodnight!

the next day, you woke up early to take your dog out, to prepare breakfast, and to practically get ready for the day. a part of you was expecting some sort of good morning text from wriothesley, but... you didn't get anything. maybe he gave you his contact information solely to make sure you were safe.

you were overthinking it, now. maybe he didn't find any interest in you. maybe you made him feel uncomfortable? no, no—stop overthinking it. you'll be fine. just... think about work, now. work. it's time to work.

...you had a big sale that was happening at your flower shop today, so you knew your shift would be extremely busy. so you had to slap the anxiety out of you. literally.

entering your shop, you began the day by watering your flowers and plants before proceeding to creating small bouquets. you always had fun making these bouquets, decorating each one with color schemes and other themes, and it was your favorite part of the day. it was even better whenever wriothesley came by to visit.

as though the devil himself was listening to your wishes, your phone buzzes, catching your attention while you were in the middle of work.

➽ rio: morning. just woke up. you alright?

ah, your heart was racing. you tried to contain your excitement as he texted you! so he wakes up later in the day? you weren't surprised...

➽ y/n: good morning. i'm okay. did you sleep well?

➽ rio: i'm glad you're okay. i slept well. are you at work?

➽ y/n: yeah it's a little busy atm

➽ rio: i see. i'll come by whenever i get the chance.

➽ y/n: okay! ( ; ω ; )

containing your excitement, you began to work as fast as possible and efficiently as possible to get ready for the rush. you wanted to see wriothesley, so you were basically playing the waiting game all day—despite working through the rush. luckily for you, the little special you had going on ended in the afternoon, so today you'd close your shop early.

eventually, because of the rush, you even forgot about wriothesley for a moment. you were helping many, many customers and getting ready to send out orders, and from the distance... your secret admirer was watching you, adoring the visual of flowers being taken care of by your hands, the smiles on customers' faces when they leave your shop with an abundance of flowers in their hands...

dang, you really did forget about wriothesley for a moment, but when he had shown up to your shop, it was definitely a huge reminder to yourself that he said he'd come by! when he had entered, he caught the eyes of the elderly women in your shop as he approached you. although you didn't notice him yet, you were occupied setting a flower into a small child's ear before sending them off to their parent, smiling as they jumped and skipped away with joy.

the scene itself sent flutters to his heart, chuckling as he watched the child skip away joyously. you nearly jump yourself when you hear wriothesley's voice behind you, "ah—" you turned, facing the men you caught feelings for.

"hey, sorry, y/n," wriothesley said with a sheepish smile, "i didn't mean to scare you. you seem busy though, i can come back later, and—"

"n-no!" you shake your head, "no, you can... stay." you felt a little awkward and shy, especially when you had risen your voice just a teeny tiny bit to disagree. "i-i mean. if you have somewhere to be, i won't stop you."

"i don't, which is why i came here... and to ask and see if you'd like to... uh," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, "...want me to treat you for lunch?"

you froze, staring at wriothesley for a brief moment... before you felt red creep towards your cheeks, smiling faintly. timidly, you tuck your hair behind your ear as you looked to the side, trying to hide your embarrassment to fixate on the flowers. "i... i would love to, rio. um, today? tomorrow...? when? what time?"

wriothesley's eyes soften, you could see his broad shoulders easing up, as though tense from the question he had asked you. "...today, after work. if that's okay with you. i saw your sign out there that you'd be closing the shop early or something, so i figured, maybe..."

"i don't mind at all," you shake your head, "i'd love to."

"alright, perfect. um, it's a date then." wriothesley nodded, flashing a faint smile at you.

ah... a date? you felt your heart flutter, you wanted to just faint right here and now. "alright! i'll see you later then."

wriothesley nodded, "good luck at work. i'll swing by to pick you up."

after wriothesley's visit, work went by surprisingly fast. you were expecting the day to be a little slower after the rush, especially when you kept looking at the clock. eventually when the last customer had left, you finally took the time to close up your shop, and eventually, you were waiting for wriothesley... who arrived rather quickly.

he was standing outside your shop, swiping through his phone. he hadn't notice you yet, but this gave you time to practically admire the man in all his glory. you could see his chiseled muscles, his jawline, how slick his hair was moved back... you can tell wriothesley took some time to get ready to look nice for you, although it wasn't much, you could see every detail of it. however, you were still wearing your cute little apron. and you smelled like flowers.

...you were sure he wouldn't mind you showing up to your date in this outfit, just being... yourself. he found out cute, truthfully. he didn't care about seeing you in a fancy dress or something wealthy to look nice. as long as you were there, being yourself, that's all that mattered to him.

"rio!" you called out to him as you approached him, holding something behind your back. yes, you had a gift for him. it was the norm for the man to give the woman a flower, but you really broke the norm and had a carnation for him. a white one, and it had reminded you of him.

wriothesley looked towards you, putting away his phone as he greeted you with a smile. "y/n." he says, his left hand also hiding behind his back. but you didn't seem to notice it, until the both of you extended your hidden hands towards each other, gifting each other a flower.

he gave you a rose, which was typical, and you... well, the carnation.

"i have this for you—"

"this is for you, rio—"

the both of you said in unison, before awkwardness silenced the both of you. then, the two of you would laugh together, exchanging the gifts you have for each other to their respective owners.

"great minds think alike, huh?" rio said with a slight grin. "i don't really know much about flowers, but... that's a nice looking flower you have there for me. what is it, a carnation?"

you blink, your eyes brightening as you gave wriothesley a smile. "yeah! a carnation, actually. it.. um," you glanced away, timid, "reminded me of you. so i..."

"huh," he chuckled, "i see! i'm glad. this rose reminded me of you, too. not thorny, but... beautiful to the eye."

that was when you felt like your whole world had been reincarnated to a land of fantasy. your heart had fluttered, your cheeks turned red, and this was practically confirmation—besides the fact you both were going on a date now.

"a-ah... stop it," you murmur, embarrassed, "i could say the same thing to you, you know. i mean... i... i took these carnations because i thought of you, too."

wriothesley smiled, giving you a soft chuckle. he seemed shy from that statement. taking offering to take your hand, he puts the carnation in the pocket of his shirt and the rose behind your ear (after trimming it). he then leads you to the café just down the street, where you were greeted with the sight of fresh delicacies and the delightful scent of coffee beans and bread.

it wasn't that long of a walk, and during the whole walk there, the two of you were holding hands, admiring the view of the town in silence. it wasn't awkward silence, either. it was comforting silence. stray kittens asleep near porches, children laughing as they chased each other down the road, elderly couples walking together... it was peaceful. and you enjoyed every bit of the town.

"welcome in!" you can hear the baristas greet you with joy, accompanied by the sound of glass clinking together. you and wriothesley take a seat at an empty table, looking down at a menu that listed many delicacies and various types of drinks.

you eyed at a white mocha latte, and given the weather, an iced one. "think i'll take a black coffee." you hear wriothesley say as he looks up at you, his hands digging into his pocket for his wallet, "you?"

"a white mocha latte... iced." you say, doing the same thing.

"ah, ah," he motioned towards you with a tune playing through his lips, denying your actions as he observed you, "date etiquette, miss y/n," a smile tugs at his lips, "the gentleman pays for the food."

"ah— no, let me! etiquette or not." you frown, furrowing your brows a bit.

but he was quick to get up with his wallet, approaching the baristas before ordering for you. with a defeated sigh, you watched him as he left your side momentarily, giving you a bit of time to admire the windowed view next to you.

the sky was beautiful, it was nice out. life was peaceful here in this small town, but... from the corner of your eye, you spot a hooded figure sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus to come. you can't help but seem to feel that the figure was looking at you for a bit, but you played it off, shaking your head. some people like to look just to look.

...but it was unnerving, now.

now the hooded figure was staring at you, and you could see the distraught eyes the man had. he seemed... so unkept. just when you were thinking you weren't being looked at, you were beginning to feel uncomfortable. eventually, your discomfort turned into safety when wriothesley returned to your side with the drinks.

"i'm back. sorry for the wait." wriothesley said, before immediately spotting the hint of discomfort on your face and your gaze that was directed out towards the window. he glanced back, not really seeing anything—considering the man in the hoodie was gone now.

"what is it? did you see something?" he asked, looking back at you.

you shake your head. "no, nothing. i just saw some weird man is all."

wriothesley canted his head, "people will always be weird in some aspects here. especially in the corner of the streets here... but, erm, here's your latte."

handing you your drink, he takes a sip of his black coffee as he sat back down, looking towards you with a very faint smile. you do the same, a smile tugging at your lips as you enjoyed the taste of the freshly brewed espresso and milk combined.

"this is really good," you murmur, taking another sip.

"i'm glad to hear that. the black coffee they got here is good, too. this is actually my first time being here, and i've been meaning to come here for a while."

"ah, really?" you blinked, tilting your head to the side. "me too, actually. even though it's down the street from where the flower shop, i'm surprised that i haven't gotten the chance to actually visit it."

wriothesley chuckled. "well, here we are."

"yeah! i'm glad you enjoy it so far." you beam.

"the date? i am." wriothesley takes another sip. "are you?"

"yeah! i really am enjoying myself so for. but, um..." your fingers tap against the glass. "your... um... right. we should get to know each other..."

setting down his mug, he folds his arms over his chest, leaning back against the seat. "how about twenty one questions?"

"ah, twenty one questions?" you blink. "just ask each other questions?"

he nodded, "yep. i can start off, if you'd like."

"yeah, i wouldn't mind that." you nod slowly, taking one last sip of the white mocha.

"so," wriothesley began, "do you always see me working out?"

oh, he really did catch you there. red handed, even. you furiously turn red, covering your face with both hands. "i—" you stammered. "i-i mean... you always... i... i take the same route home! so i happen to watch you sometimes..."

there was a sly grin on wriothesley's face as he chuckled. "ah, you know, i guess i can admit to the same thing. before you and i actually met and exchanged names, i'd always admire you working and watering the flowers while i'm on my way to the gym. it was love at first sight, so... i was a little shy, yeah, i know, to approach you."

ah, you felt your body relax a bit. yeah, you definitely felt the same, but you had no idea that wriothesley was actually admiring you from the distance! you had a smile on your face as you basically had confirmation the two of you were on the same boat. "ah... well, me too, though. i'm just glad i, um, thought my reasonings of seeing you would be discomforting to you or... well, weird."

wriothesley shook his head, "naw. i think you're totally fine." oh, he certainly meant that you were absolutely fine, too.

"so," he spoke, his eyes brightening, his eyes glancing to the time on his phone for a moment, "there's a perfect view of the lake right down at the park down the street. especially around this time. you can see the line of the milky-way, despite the light pollution and all... would you like to come and check it out with me? after i get done with the gym, i always visit the lake."

you immediately stand, taking your bag with a bright look, "yes! i'd love to see that with you. i have never really seen that side of the lake before, given i only really... well, go to work and go straight home, but... i'd love to."

wriothesley grinned, taking your hand gently. "alright. let's go, then."

as the two of you left, your eyes linger towards the left side of the street... wondering if that hooded man was there at all. but he wasn't, to your relief. now, you would be able to focus on the date and wriothesley until the date ends!

...what you didn't realize he was on the other end of the street, still watching you.

"ah, home sweet home," wriothesley said as he brought you to the foot of your door, smiling. "i really had fun today, y/n. i hope you did, too." wriothesley was already occupied on one knee, greeting your dog that joyously came running over to say welcome home to you. now, it was excited to see your date, wagging its tail and all slobbery.

you stood inside after opening the door, giggling as you watched your dog greet the both of you with excitement. "ah, i really did! did you... um... want to schedule another date? i-its okay if you don't want to, i-i mean i understa—"

"hey."

you stop, your eyes peeled towards the taller man as he placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "of course. don't get all self-deprecating, now. i'd love to go on another date with you. how about..." he paused. "...tomorrow? or just... whenever you're free."

you felt warmth creep towards your cheeks as you felt his hand on your shoulder. you nod slowly, admiring the closer details of his forearm, seeing the faint scars and protruding veins of his chiseled muscles... god, you could just melt right here and now.

"i would love to! tomorrow is actually my day off, so...! you had that time perfectly, actually." you smile.

wriothesley chuckled, "alright, cool. i'll see you tomorrow then."

"a-ah, wait... text me when you get home, please, rio!"

wriothesley chuckles, "i will, y/n."

although he was more than capable of handling himself, you worried about his safety too.

if anything, you should be worried about yours right now, since wriothesley isn't at your apartment anymore.

when night fell, you had already showered and began to cook dinner for yourself. you had already received a text from your date that he was home, immediately easing you of your anxieties and thoughts. your dog was cozied up on your couch as you were quietly listening to music. you eventually finished making dinner, then you would eat... then you would get ready for bed after spending some time on your phone and whatnot.

you eventually lay back down on the softness of your mattress and cushions, closing your eyes... but the moment you had tried to fall asleep, you felt... tense. anxious. something was wrong. and you had felt like you were being watched.

your dog was asleep, seemingly unalert by your surroundings... but for your comfort, you call out to your dog, who came trotting by your side. it would rest on the ground, its ears suddenly perked as it stared out your window. you freeze, watching the body language of your dog. reading it, observing it...

your instincts weren't wrong. especially when you heard footsteps going around your building a bit, especially at this time of night.

you then text wriothesley, your fingers shaking a bit.

➽ y/n: was that you?

you didn't get a response immediately, but you remained on the bed... still frozen. that was when you mustered up the courage to get up slowly, peeking through the blindfolds of your window. you were silent, and all rooms were dark. you knew your apartment was locked and tightly secured, and your dog would alert you of any intruder. but you were still terrified.

something was wrong.

and it didn't help that you saw a figure, a man wearing a hoodie, hood up and everything, surveying your building. the same one that you saw on the date with wriothesley today... did he follow you home?

you text wriothesley again. he might be asleep. maybe it's better to call him.

➽ y/n: rio??

➽ y/n: is that you outside?

➽ y/n: if it's you, you're scaring me

then you tried to call him, but to no avail. everything was going straight to voicemail. he was most likely asleep at this time, or is incredibly busy... but you breathed, trying to calm yourself.

calm, girl. calm.

maybe this guy was just... y'know. a weird neighbor. don't overthink it, but you also didn't want to actually be wrong.

taking you and your dog to your kitchen, you retrieve your kitchen knife before returning back to bed, locking your bedroom door and hiding the knife within the cabinet of your nightstand. you were unable to sleep that night, considering you stayed up all night, trying to get your thoughts together, trying to ease yourself of your anxiety.

but when you had gotten a text, you scramble to your phone, assuming it was wriothesley but...

this message is from an unsaved contact number. please block to avoid unwanted messages.

➽ unknown: you're cute. ever since you sold flowers to me that day, i fell in love with you.

➽ unknown: do you have a boyfriend? was that man with you your boyfriend earlier? i could do better than him.

➽ unknown: disregard that last message. you're mine.

you were frozen, time and space around you didn't budge, either. did you obtain... a stalker of some sort? you stared at your phone screen, unsure what was actually going on.

but you immediately alerted the police by dialing the emergency button, and it wasn't long until the cops had arrived. you escape the comfort of your home, speaking to the officers who arrived at the scene. they investigate and they looked around, to no avail. they approached you after, telling you that if you noticed any more suspicious activity, they'd be here immediately. but of course, the policemen didn't do anything until your stalker was actually there, leaving you to go back home.

the next morning, you barely had any hours of sleep, keeping your eyes wide awake and dozing off a few times due to your immense anxiety. even before the bird was awake enough to catch its worm, you decided to take you and your dog to the café to avoid your home for a while. you ordered your white mocha, sitting in silence. you cautiously looked around to see if you noticed anyone out of place, but... you didn't. at least not yet.

wriothesley hadn't answered his phone either, so you were hoping nothing had truly happened to him and he was just dead asleep or something. you sigh, not even wanting to send another text to wriothesley. if he wasn't answering, then... he wasn't answering. that was it.

after drinking your white mocha, you decided to go back home with your dog. you just decided to cancel the date for the sake of your mentality and your health.

you walked down the street with your dog, and you finally reached home. letting your dog enter first, you let go of the leash, reaching into your phone as your dog wandered off to the other room...

...but before you could send a text to wriothesley that you wanted to cancel it, you felt a hand over your mouth. your dog immediately realized what had happened, and ran towards you while barking aggressively. but your kidnapper was faster, slamming the door shut and dragging you away after drugging you through the infamous scent of chloroform on a piece of fabric. your body was limp, and your phone fell out of your hands. through the blur of your vision as you faded away, you see a text from wriothesley...

➽ rio: ??? y/n?

➽ rio: hey why aren't you answering?

➽ rio: i just woke up, my ringer was off. fuck

➽ rio: hey, where are you???? answer me now

➽ rio: i'm coming to your place right now

but, you were unable to respond, as you felt your consciousness slip away from you, succeeding in a kidnapping.

it wasn't long when wriothesley had arrived at your apartment. the first thing he saw was your phone that was dropped right in front of the door, and the aggressive barking that was taking place behind the door. he picks up your phone, and to his surprise, he finds another set of numbers that was texting you... he reads the stalker's messages, feeling rage and worry rush through his veins. were you kidnapped? were you hurt? he could see you had contacted the police too from your contact history...

god, now he was even more worried.

wriothesley opened the door of your apartment, even feeling worse when he realized your home was unlocked. greeted by your dog, he wanders in, trying to find anything... any trace of you. "y/n?" he calls out to your name before cursing underneath his breath. looking to your dog, he places your phone at its muzzle, encouraging it to try to find you through your scent.

your dog, to his surprise, begins to paw at the door. it seemed like it wanted to leave, and it had wanted him to follow. picking up the leash that slipped out of your hand earlier, he latches it to the collar of your dog before following your dog out—not until he had to lock your apartment, just in case.

your dog basically dragged and lead wriothesley to the quiet areas of the town, and it wasn't long until he had stopped in front of an old, worn out apartment complex. it was a few minutes away from where you had lived, and... given that your dog lead wriothesley to this place, he could assume you had been most likely kidnapped.

your dog even lead him to a door on the second floor building, sniffing at the door, wagging its tail. wriothesley felt himself getting more angry by the second. he faulted himself—and if he had his ringer on, he would have been awake and you'd be in much more safer hands than you are now.

"hey, open up!" wriothesley banged on the door with his fists, expecting some sort of response... but to no avail. "i said open up! i know you're in there, asshole!"

he banged his fists on the door again, but again, no response. but he wouldn't doubt the senses of your dog.

gritting his teeth, he hurled his leg back before ramming his foot onto the side of the knob. one fell swoop, and he had already knocked the door down. there, he saw you, unconscious on the floor with a fabric over your mouth. and the kidnapper was nowhere to be seen, but you were at least there.

from where wriothesley was standing, he could see you were still breathing... which was the biggest relief to him. but the bigger question for him was where was the man who laid his hands on you?

immediately rushing to your side, he was ready to scoop you into his arms... but that was when he was initiated onto a fight by your kidnapper. "you fucking—*

wriothesley avoided a hook to the head from behind, given he has experienced and history of being a fighter, this wasn't the first time he was in hand to hand combat.

the kidnapper, however, was not well experienced enough in fighting... thus became nothing but a pure punching bag for wriothesley. he was given blows to the face, over and over, blood and punishment filled the room as he practically learned his lesson of "fuck around and find out", but with the wrong woman and her significant other.

soon eventually, wriothesley had won the fight, where he immediately called law enforcement and pulled you into his arms. you were safely escorted to the hospital, and the police had taken your phone as evidence due to the text messages, and had arrested your kidnapper.

luckily enough, you were resting peacefully, making a full recovery. you weren't hurt, and luckily nothing bad had truly happened to you... otherwise wriothesley would have murder on his record.

you were in the hospital bed, deep asleep, and next to you was wriothesley who never left your side. he had answered questions to law enforcement, provided information to the nurses like your birthday and what had happened... but luckily, you had woken up later on that day. from there, you had provided information to wriothesley, letting him know what happened and such... but terribly so, he felt incredibly bad.

you shake your head, placing a hand on his arm, "no, no. don't blame yourself. really. please don't, rio."

wriothesley gritted his teeth, but he had calmed down when you had touched his arm. he sighed, taking your hand into his own. "...fuck. this is just... ugh."

you fell silent.

"...i'm just glad you aren't too hurt. i would've actually done something horrible if you were." wriothesley said, looking towards you with seriousness in his eyes.

"...but i'm okay, alive and awake. you saved me regardless. and i want to thank you for it."

wriothesley sighed again. "...yeah. as long as you're fine and well. that's all that truly matters to me."

it wasn't long until you were finally admitted from hospital, and of course... wriothesley took you home. he made sure you were tightly secured in your home, too. but the moment he was ready to leave... he paused.

"... actually." he turns to you. "if you let me. i want to stay the night over here... i need to make sure you're fully safe."

you pause.

you knew if you tried to protest, he would try to fight it. but you smiled. you felt incredibly safe with wriothesley anyway, so... why not? you trust him, after all.

"of course. i have extra tooth brushes and everything but um... my couch isn't big enough... so you'd have to sleep on the same bed as me."

wriothesley shook his head. "that's fine with me."

as you got comfortable in your bed, wriothesley immediately joined you, but the both of you had respectful spaces. of course, wriothesley had no ill or disgusting intentions to bed you here and then, considering he was moreso concerned about your safety than anything else. but... the both of you couldn't sleep, and even with your backs turned to each other, the both of you assumed that you both were... well, asleep.

but, he was thinking about you.

as you were with him.

"...rio?" you finally spoke up. "are you awake?"

"...yeah."

he hears you shuffle as you turned over, tapping him on the shoulder. he turns to you, letting you admire him this close. he was... beautiful.

"...thank you." you say again, boldly leaning in towards his body, burying your face into his chest.

he was taken by surprise for a moment, but... he returned the affection, wrapping his arms around you as he placed his chin on top of your head. "just want you to be safe." he murmured.

you look up slowly, your eyes meeting. silence fell, and you had intuitively leaned in... brushing your lips against wriothesley's. he immediately returned your affection, grazing your lips with his own, brushing your hair back gently behind your ear.

"...safe and sound in my arms, y/n."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #this was long

[axcel-lucci]

Since this month is Halloween and Law's birthday, how about Wereleopard Law x Human Female Reader. Its like a werewolf, except Law transforms into a snow wereleopard on a full moon or during their heat. Nobody but his close friends know about this, not even the reader. Law has been cursed since he's 10. How would female reader reacts to this? Also, Law's in his heat during the transformation, and doesn't want to hurt reader. You can make it spicy and love making. 😋😊

Full moon

Wereleopard!Trafalgar Law x human!reader

A/n: I FORGOT TO POST THIS IM SO SORRY

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"Aiyahhh... another full moon next week." (Y/n) sighed in a pleasing manner.

She always loved the full moon, it looks very pretty in the night sky, doesn't it?

Though she doesn't like it when she has to sleep in the spare bedroom while it does.

"Full... moon..." Law, her husband for at least a year and a half, grumbled. Thinking deeply to himself

"What's wrong... law? And also, you never told me why you make me sleep in the spare bedroom. Hmph" she huffed and crossed her arms.

"It's just..." he groaned, "it's nothing... I'm tired, let's go to sleep." He said as he stood up on the couch and went upstairs

She sighed to herself. Law was a man of secrets, that's for sure, but she doesn't mind that. People have secrets they would rather keep.

But when she asked his friends about it, his really close friends since childhood, Shachi, penguin, and Bepo just tells her it's something he needs to do. For some reason, THEY know.

"This is honestly upsetting" she frowned as she got up to their shared bedroom to change and go to sleep in her side of the bed.

In the middle of the night, she always feels him reach into her just to hug her close and bury his face in her hair, no matter what happens, he always does. Almost caging her body with his so tightly it feels so hot with his body temperature. It would've been lovely if it was a chilly night, but the middle of summer for fucks sake.

In the end though, temperature didn't matter, he just felt at home with her. She didn't mind because it has become a ritual everyday. Even if he comes home at early morning or really late at night. It always ends up with him cuddling her like his personal, human-sized, teddy bear.

But this particular night though, he felt more... warmer than he usually would, like he's taking care of a fever he refuses to let go. At the same time though, he seems fine. Just the temperature.

She just sighed and made a mental note to check him in the morning for any flu or fever.

The next morning, she found him still cuddling her tightly, but now nibbling on her neck in his sleep while groaning a bit.

It wasn't a light nibble, no. It literally left multiple marks. She wondered how she wasn't able to wake up with deep blemishing marks on her exposed neck and shoulder.

"Law..." she yawned and faced him only for him to nibble on the other side of her neck as well. "Law." She called more firmly as he slowly woke up

"Huh..? Hm- what?" He muttered, mind still unorganized by the cradled sleepiness in his brain

"You look so cute today" she giggled and kissed him as he hummed

"Aren't I always...?" He grumbled in his deep morning voice and a mischievous grin

She laughed at that, "of course you are."

Timeskip...

It's now 6 pm, and the moon has settled into its full moon state and it's just so beautiful. Like a sun in the night.

(Y/n) heard Law arrive back home when she heard his car pull up the driveway and his usual groan as he gets out and comes into the house with a "I'm home" in a low manner

"How was work, sweetie?" She asked but he didn't answer.

His cheeks seemed to burn as he rushed up the stairs to their bedroom

He's always like this almost every time it's the full moon. It makes her mad. And she's going to find out why tonight, no matter what.

She locked the door and rushed up after him.

He unfortunately forgot to lock the door as he entered.

He could've feel himself lose control and his mind swirling to never ending chaos, his eyes shifting from every possible surface until he blacks out entirely.

Before (y/n) could enter their room, she heard a loud crash from the inside making her rush in with panic.

She panicked even more when she saw him laying on the floor, clutching his head.

It's dark, sure, but the moon illuminated the room through the curtains.

(Y/n) could see a faint outline of... fur? No, an animal... if it must.

But she could still hear and feel Law's presence within this creature so she rushed to him and wake him up.

"Law...!" She yelled as she tried to touch him only to gasp when he looked at her with gold glowing eyes and a cat like pupil that seemed to narrow before being tackled to the ground

"What...?!" She gasped when the creature licked her cheek

"(Y/n)..." Law muttered as he lowered himself to rest against her body and his head against her chest, looking up at her with an apologetic look, "I didn't mean to scare you... I'm... sorry"

"Law? Is that..." she muttered as she reached a hand for the nearby desk lamp and opened the light slightly.

There she saw him, in his wereleopard form. White with black patches of dots on his fur. His eyes still gold from his human form but has a cat like pupil that seemed to narrow.

"You..."

"I know... I know... I should've told you, I'm sorry. It's just... I don't want you to leave me. More importantly, I don't want to hurt you." He explained before turning to a smaller form like a size of an adult jaguar and curling up with his head buried in her thigh so that he doesn't have to look at her.

"Is this why you wanted me to sleep at the spare bedroom every full moon...?" She asked, he nodded silently.

She sighed deeply before brushing his surprisingly soft fur.

"This is... cute. Honestly" she smiled as Law looked at her and transformed to his original form before pining her against the cold floor

"You're not... scared?" He asks

"Why? I know you would never harm me... and I know you've tried your best not to." She smiled before placing her hands on his cheeks and rubbed them like you would to a cat.

Hearing and feeling him vibrate purrs weren't on her bucket list but it definitely is now.

"Oh you're so cute." She smiled as he laid his heavy body against her

"I'm glad" he smiled and hugged her tightly.

Him being heavy was an understatement, before she could even say anything about it, he bit her shoulder out of nowhere.

Oddly enough, it sent spikes of pleasure down her spine and into her now wet entrance.

"L-law...!" She gasped with a moan once he started to lick the mark he made.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I couldn't control myself... you see, um... this is embarrassing... but every full moon... I transform... it also lines up with my uhm... heat." He muttered and hid his face from embarrassment against her neck.

"Your... heat? I guess animals and humans aren't so different you've definitely switched me on" she moaned slightly in his ear as it twitched

"Oh yeah?" He smirked before turning to his semi-human form.

It was just Law with his fluffy ears and tail, and kept his wereleopard's size.

"I wonder..." he hummed before suddenly plunging his hand under the waistband of her shorts and panties under her clothes.

"Law...!" She gasped again as he pushed in two fingers and started to thrust them in and out of her, making muffled wet sounds as she gasped and moaned.

"Oh my, so wet..." she smiled before basically ripped her clothes off with his summoned claws.

'really like a cat' the last thing she thought before her brain was turned to mush by Law eating her out aggressively.

Him being in heat was so much more aggressive than he usually is as she yelled when he threw her on the bed.

"Tell me if I hurt you, alright? I'll stop if it hurts you" he says as she nodded.

His tail basically wrapped on her legs tightly by itself to pull her legs apart.

"Law..." she looked at him as he took off all his clothing and crawled over her.

Shadow casted all over him, leaving only his gold eyes to shine and stare through her soul.

It would've scared her in a different context but right now, it made her even more wet.

And he could smell it.

"Right now, you're my mate." He smirked deviously before pulling her other leg unto his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thighs, "and all you have to do is moan and whine for me. Now be a good girl, alright?"

She nods before moaning when he rubbed his thumb against her aroused bud, "what was that, mate? I didn't hear you"

"Y-yes...! Please..."

He couldn't control himself at that moment, foreplay would do next time he's in full control but right now, his mind was set on fucking her so hard she wouldn't be able to think of anything.

With one hand, he rubbed the tip of his shaft against her wet entrance, a small thing made her moan. But she screamed in pleasure once he pushed inside her in one thrust.

He was a bit bigger than his human form is. Though "a bit" is an understatement.

A Bulge formed against her abdomen once he was settled inside her.

The walls inside her clenched and sucked him inside, it was warm and he likes it.

He softly pushed the bulge against her making her moan ecstatically and throw her head back.

That's when all remaining self control snapped like twigs in the wind.

He couldn't remember how fast he went or how many times he made her cum or even how many times he himself came deeply inside her.

All he knew that it was a lot as it started to leak around him while he was still inside.

He wasn't aware of how long it had been but it must've been hours. Judging by the sun peaking through the window, it must've been the whole night.

She was tired and spent by the end of it all.

He slowly pulled out causing her to shiver and moan before calming down and breathing heavily.

"So pretty..." he muttered

But he knew this wouldn't be the last of his heat. He knew it would last days of fucking to get rid of it entirely.

And he knows (y/n) would be able to handle it.

While she rested, he laid beside her while looking at her. Observing every single bit of her beautiful complexity.

He could see his seed still leaking out of her, it made him proud to have fucked his babies inside of her.

Whether it'll get her pregnant will be future him's problem.

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #law x reader smut #law smut #law x you #one piece law #op law #op.law #op #one piece trafalgar d water law #one piece trafalgar law

[twisted-lover-boys]

uhm so I may be an orange cat – not an single thought behind my eyes, expect the urge to spoil those pathetic boys :/

so, may I request ruggie with an rich s/o? like, not even "oh yes he's rich haha" an SPOILED ROTTEN RICH, an "oh, this is 30 million dollars? I thought you said it was expensive" kind of rich

and his s/o is so carefree with the money, that he just yk spoil ruggie rotten. if ruggie sees, ruggie has it and that's an unbreakable rule for the partner

Spoiling the Hyena

{not proof-read}

Living in my host club era—

Honestly, he deserves the king treatment mans has done enough in his life

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His whole life, Ruggie had only known one phrase: only the strong can survive. Growing up in the backstreets of the Sunset Savanah and not having much to his name, he did whatever he could just to get by

Becoming successful with boatloads of money is what fueled him in his studies and he was lucky enough to get into NRC

His mindset was to work hard for any bit of madol he could get his hands on and storing as much food as he could. And that worked for a while, but that was all before you

You were rich. Not royalty rich, but still enough to live comfortably and practically just throw your money around which is what you did. At first, Ruggie couldn’t really see himself falling for you but we all know how that ended…

Ruggie was greedy for you. Your attention, your love, your affection, everything. It became less about the money and more about you. It just happened to be how you showed love

You always bought Ruggie lunch, new clothes, souvenirs, and he always accepted them with vigor, not truly knowing how much they cost. After all, he wasn’t gonna sell them since they came from you

It was only when you decided to go shopping with him once that he truly understood how rich you were.

“Woah! So much for something so little! Why? That’s so dumb!”

“Hm? How much is it, Ruggie?”

“It’s, like, 2 grand!”

“Oh. That’s basically chump change. Lemme get it for ya.”

“…huh?”

From then on, he didn’t really worry about the pricing of something if you were there with him. No matter how big the price, you’d always get it for him

“Y’know, you don’t have to get me all this.”

“Nonsense! You deserve all this! What better way to show my love than to spoil you rotten!”

In events, it’s only shown ten-fold

He really wanted to keep his fairy gala outfit, or at least keep the stones so that he could sell them later. When he learned he couldn’t keep it, he got upset. Yet lo and behold you managed to get an exact replica of it. He hasn’t sold it

The port event was…interesting. It was entirely fueled by the fact that the restaurant Jack was meant to being Ruggie to had almost practically shut down. You won’t lie, the event was fun but you won’t tell Ruggie about the massive advertising you did for the event just for the restaurant so that he could try it. You definitely take him down there often

Halloween was massive and, while everyone had to stay in budget, you went above and beyond with your own money just to make Savanaclaw as scary as it could be. Azul was definitely upset but for the entire wrong reason

And lastly, noble bell. Ruggie went fully expecting to grab a lot of things and sell them for cash…just for him to remember that you’re filthy rich and can practically buy him any souvenir or food he wanted with no dent to your savings. He definitely got a lot of things, both for safekeeping and for selling

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #savanaclaw #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x male reader

[rebelfell]

y'all are just out here with your ghostface!eddie fics making me wonder stuff about myself...@reysorigins and @reidsbtch you know what you did. cw: knife play talk. 1K 18+ MDNI

You were staring at Eddie.

Not exactly out of the ordinary, you probably stared at him about as often as you breathed. But this time it wasn’t his face or his body that had you mesmerized, it was what he held.

The knife wasn’t anything remarkable, it was just a nice-sized one you’d found with him a few years back at a flea market. It was actually a somewhat prestigious brand, as you discovered from a quick search of the name etched into the blade. It was tarnished and dull, but the handle was solid and it had a decent weight to it, so you had bought it at a fraction of its retail price.

It quickly became one of Eddie’s favorites after you polished it up and gave it a nice sharpening, so you’d seen him use it plenty of times before. But this time…this time, for whatever reason, it was really doing something to you. Something about his hand wrapped around the handle, tendons in his forearm flexing as he sliced through vegetables with ease.

Your mind clouded with a vision of him standing flush against your back, his hot breath in your ear and rippling across your neck, his bulge grinding roughly into your ass, your arms held behind your back to pin you in place and those same tendons flexing as pressed the cool metal edge of the knife to your chest. Or even your neck.

Wait, what?

The shock you felt at thinking such a thing came on almost as quickly as the thought itself had, Stuff like that had never really been your thing. You weren’t even sure exactly what you were fantasizing about. Being captured? Powerless? Completely at his mercy? Under his control?

Maybe it was pavlovian. You’d been watching an awful lot of slasher movies lately, Eddie’s request, and it almost always ended with you being railed on the couch after burying your face in the warm solidity of his chest and breathing in the scent of his cologne when the movie got too scary.

Or maybe it was a lingering effect of all those videos floating around during Halloween of buff, shirtless guys wearing Ghostface masks, doing suggestive body rolls against door frames or their heads tilting as they strode towards you in that menacingly slow gait.

“Hey? You okay?”

You blinked rapidly, coming out of your daze when you realized Eddie was speaking. The knife had dropped to his side and he was watching you curiously with those big, rounded eyes.

“Huh? What did you say?”

He just smirked and you glanced down at the small plate in his hand he’d extended towards you. Sitting on it was a little pile of green pepper pieces he always gave to you as a snack whenever he cooked with one. It had been happening for years now, ever since the first time he saw you munching on the tops after he cut them off and set them to the side to be discarded.

“Oh, thanks. Sorry, I was just…”

You took the plate from him with shaky hands, setting it down next to you on the kitchen island. Your voice trailed off, brain having gone so fuzzy you couldn’t even come up with an explanation why you spaced out. Could you even tell him what you’d been thinking?

Eddie just smiled. He knew that look.

“What’s up, baby?” he asked, cocky as he leaned against the counter. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

You shook your head, unable to meet his gaze. Eyes darting madly up to look at the ceiling, the fridge—anywhere but at his face as your cheeks radiated with heat from the blood pumping underneath your skin. 

“Come on, now,” he purred, all low and predatory. “Don’t be shy…what got you all worked up?”

You swallowed hard, your fingers now wrapped so tight around the edge of the countertop that you thought you might snap off a hunk of granite.

“It’s, um…the knife,” you finally said, letting your head drop to look almost guiltily at the floor.

Eddie’s brow lifted with interest as he raised the offending object and twisted it back and forth, the shiny blade flashing as it caught the light. It made your shoulders shake as a wave of shivers ran down your back, skittering over your skin.

“This knife? This one right here?”

He ran one finger slowly down its spine and even though you knew he wouldn’t cut himself toying with the safe edge, it made your pulse race and your thighs clench nonetheless.

“Don’t tease me,” you pleaded softly, glancing up at him through your lashes as your head hung in shame. Eddie chuckled.

“Sorry, sorry.” 

He placed the knife down and moved to close the distance between you. He placed his palms down flat on the counter, caging you in with his arms. His head dipped to catch your gaze, forcing you to look into his eyes and see there wasn’t an ounce of judgment in the warm brown pools.

“I just didn’t know you were into that,” he said, the tip of his nose tracing the bridge of yours.

You shook your head. “Neither did I,” you murmured sheepishly.

“Well, I’ve never tried it before,” he admitted. His eyes were half-lidded now, staring raptly at your bottom lip as you gnawed at it. “But maybe tonight we can do some research?”

A soft gasp fell out of you as his lips pressed to the hinge of your jaw and then trailed on, further down your neck. You nodded fervently, breathless as you tipped your head back to grant him more access. More excited shivers ravaged you as he reached your collarbone and you exhaled a needy sigh as the tip of his tongue began to trace it.

“Hey, Eddie?” you whispered. 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You, um….you still have that Ghostface mask?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut

[abibliophobiaa]

a little blurb about babys first halloween? from daylight?

baby blurb from the ‘daylight’ universe, wherein one night stand on halloween changes everything.

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

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“I can’t believe you made our baby dress up as a rat,” you grumbled, adjusting the little hood on your daughter’s more-mouse-than-rat costume. A gummy smile greeted you, something she’d only recently started doing. “Eddie, are you almost ready? Chrissy and Steve will be here with Melody soon.”

“One second, trying to recreate the magic of the night we met, you know? Needs to be perfect.” He thundered down the hall to where you stood in the kitchen, Elena curled into your side. “Minus the making of party favor number two, obviously.”

“Party favor number one needs to be sleeping through the night and walking before I even consider it,” you teased, grinning into a kiss as your “Westley” leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“We had to stay on theme,” he argued, in reference to the baby rat/mouse on your hip. “And she’s the cutest little ROUS I ever did see. Isn’t that right, Elena?”

Her reply was a coo, and you watched as Eddie’s heart melted all over again for his little girl. Smitten, he was absolutely smitten with her and didn’t care who knew it. His hands reached out to curl beneath her arms, drawing her up and out of your hold and into his, where she immediately tucked herself into like it was her favorite place in the world to be.

You understood completely — the cradle of Eddie’s arms, the feel of his chest beneath you at night everything you could have ever dreamed of.

She was your daughter, after all.

And had her father wrapped around her tiny little finger from the moment she entered the world.

“Although…” you trailed off, eyes roaming over Eddie’s form in the same costume he wore the night you met him. That mask tied around his head, the tight pants hugging his thighs, the tunic tucked into them, the leather boots and gloves. Heat simmered in your belly, and lower, the burning behind your eyes making Eddie’s jaw tick.

“There are young eyes and ears here,” Eddie warned, leather gloved hand curling around your waist to tug you in close, “need I remind you?”

He paused, kissing his daughter’s still semi-wobbly head as she shifted against him, nearly thumping against his cheek. “Later, sweetheart. You know how much I liked seeing that dress on the floor last time.”

He winked, and heat flooded your chest and cheeks, heart thrumming at the mere notion, disrupted by the insistent knocking at the front door.

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Halloween looked a lot differently this year, you realized, walking beside Eddie as he pushed the baby’s stroller along the bumpy Hawkins streets.

Instead of parties with blaring music, you paused to give Elena a bottle while Steve and Chrissy helped Melody hobble up to house after house, coming back squealing every time with her spoils of trick-or-treating.

Instead of sipping drinks at a table with Eddie as he danced his way into your heart, he leaned over to draw you in for a kiss, clutched your hand in his, whispered he loved you every chance he got.

Different, and yet perfect, your heart light as Elena babbled from within her stroller, grinning up at her dad as Chrissy and Steve skipped back over as a little trio, the three of them dressed as Woody, Bo Peep, with Melody in a makeshift Slinky dog costume.

“‘Lena!” Melody squealed, practically climbing up Eddie’s thigh in order to look over at her tiniest best friend.

Eddie grunted, hoisting the little girl up onto his hip, blowing a raspberry into her cheek when she leaned down to hand a rattle toy to the currently cooing little one.

“Melody, ask Uncle Eddie please,” Chrissy admonished, pinching her brow. “Poor Uncle Eddie is going to run out of arms soon.”

“Huh?” you asked, pulling your eyes away from the very attractive sight of the man you loved with one (now bared, since he got warm) tattooed arm curled around your daughter’s stroller, and the other filled by a toddler.

Steve grinned. “In about seven months soon.”

“No way!” you shrieked, arms curling tight around Chrissy’s neck, wide smile pressed into her neck.

“Congratulations,” Eddie said, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

So, yes — Halloween looked quite different this year. But different could also mean perfect, and standing there on that busy sidewalk, with your best friends, and the two loves of your life, you realized it was just that.

And later, after Elena had gone to sleep down the hall, Eddie made good on his promises to reenact the night you met — your dress discarded at the edge of the bed, where it remained as he showed you over and over and over again just how much he liked it.

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

[itsohh]

Can't Resist

A/N: Female reader, I had this in the back pocket for a good little while now already edited for halloween. So happy halloween! I kinda skimed it for warnings. Can't really remember but I know its nothing wild.

Day 31: Free day

Word count: 1771

Warnings: smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

His breath on your neck was almost as warm as his body pressed flush against your body. The heat was only barely mitigated by his clothes. Unlike him, you were only in a set of underwear and one of his loose old shirts. His hand snaked down in front of you and comfortably circled your clit through your underwear. 

"Stop squirming." Despite his command, there was a chuckle in his voice. An amused tone as he placed his free hand on your hip. 

Your hips didn't—couldn’t—stop though, you continued to practically roll your hips in his lap, grinding down on him. A whine let your lips and he gently stroked your hip with his thumb. 

"I know baby, I know. I'm sorry I have to work at home. It's been so long since I've been here. Just this paperwork and I promise I'll make it up to you." Phillip pressed a small kiss on your shoulder and you deliberately pressed down over where his cock had started to harden in his sweatpants. 

A curse bit from his lips and that hand on your hip gripped you a little tighter. "Fuck, baby what did I say? I can't baby, I can't. You're killing me here. I'll get you off I promise, just don't grind down."

You turned your head and locked eyes with him. For a second you stilled yourself and relief crossed his face. His eyes moved towards his work laptop that sat on the desk to your right. An open-mouth kiss nipped at his mouth and chin. Right at the same time, you grabbed his two fingers that were on your clit and directed them inside you. All the while, you deliberately grind down on the hard length of his dick. 

"Fuuuuuck, you're so wet. Fuck. Fuck!" His hand left your hip and pushed back his golden hair. 

His hand snatched away from your cunt and before you could react, he snapped the laptop closed and pushed you off his lap. 

Your feet caught yourself and Graves pushed you against his desk and bent you over it. One hand felt up your bare ass while he swore again under his breath. There was a small creak from his chair when he stood up and pushed it back. His belt brushed against you slightly as he undid it and dropped it on the floor.

"Fuck I can never say no to you." The warmth of his hard cock pressed against your ass as he pulled your underwear to the side. He bent over your body and his lips brushed against your ear. "And you know it, don't you baby?" A strained sound whined from your lips as he pushed in. "My spoiled little girl." Phillip's voice was slightly shaky in your ear as his hand felt up your body.

"But God damn, you know I love spoiling you. Give you the whole fucking world if it would make my baby happy." 

"Well, that's good 'cause you’re my whole world, Phil." You managed to choke out with a cheeky grin to the side. His hand snaked in front of you and grabbed your throat. There wasn't any squeeze around it but he used it as a grip to straighten you up.

"That's something I'm supposed to say." There was a smile on his face while his eyes flickered over your face. 

"Oh so only you can shower me with affection? I can't love my husband, hmm?" 

"You know it still gives me shivers when you call me that." He breathed out. 

"What? My husband? My beautiful and handsome husband? My amazing and perfect husband who I love with all my heart my-" 

"Fuck, you're a minx huh?" 

"I have no idea what you mean."

"Uh-huh. You find a weakness and you run with it." His cock twitched inside of you and he swallowed for a moment. Phillip moved back and rolled his hips forward back into you. The stretched old shirt on you was pulled off with ease and he threw it over his shoulder onto the ground. 

His hands wandered over your now bare body while your back pressed against his clothed chest. "Fuck." He pressed his face into the crook of your neck and grabbed at your body. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He swore out and groaned in your ear. "You, God. I swear I lose myself whenever I'm around you. It's like I don't know how to breathe." 

Phillip hiked up your leg and put it on the desk so he could angle himself deeper. "You feel so fucking good baby, you take me soooo fucking good. Just like that. I love you so fucking much." 

He let go of you and once again he found your clit. Phillip had long since memorized exactly the way you liked to be touched. His fingers were experts at circling it and you couldn't help but whimper out and he rubbed it. 

"Yeah? You like that baby? Fuck I know you do. Thats it baby, that's it. Fuck yes, sweetheart take everything you need." Wet sounds of his cock thrust into you mixed with his rambles. "So fucking perfect. My perfect fucking girl."

"I missed you." You whimpered out as your walls clenched around him. 

"Baby, I missed you too. I'm sorry I spent so much time away, so so sorry. Leaving my girl here all alone. How can I make it up to you?" He continued to thrust into you, each time your hips would dig into the desk but the pure amount of pleasure he brought outweighed the discomfort by a mile. 

"Money? Clothing? Cars? Anything for you."

"Just want to spend time with you, Phil."

"I can do that." He panted. "Yeah, I can, I can do that for you." Phillip pulled out and lightly pulled on your side to direct you to turn around. He sat back down in the large chair and patted his lap. "Come 'ere."

At his encouragement, you settled into his lap and he immediately welcomed you into his arms. Phillip slid into you with ease as you sat on him and his arms wrapped around your body. 

"I'd spend every damn moment with you if I could." 

With his hands on your thighs, he lifts you up and down, bouncing you on his cock. Your hands settled on his shoulders with your lips parted, simply there for the ride. 

His face buried in your chest where he started to suck on your chest. There was a small growl in his throat and you felt him lightly bite down before he continued to suck. 

A little yelp escaped your mouth which turned into a moan and you buried a hand in his hair, pulling him closer. 

A loud wet sound came when his lips detached from your skin and you knew right away that there would be a red mark that would bless your skin for a few days. "Hickies? What are you, sixteen?" You mumbled out with a moan.

"Can you blame a man? You are fucking gorgeous- and mine. Just reminding anyone who gets too close."

A laugh bubbled in your chest and you stroked his hair while pleasure threatened to overtake you. "Oh, and the rings on my finger don't already do that?"

"No one's looking at your hand when you're showing these off. That little red dress?" He let out a whistle. "Men would go to war for that, let me tell you."

"Who says I'm wearing that dress anytime soon?" Your eyes shut and you could hear your blood rush in your ear while your hands dug into him. 

"Doesn't have to be that one, or a dress if you don't want but I do. Gonna get you nice and dolled up, we're going out for dinner tonight."  

Your head tilted down and you blinked at him. 

"Huh?" 

Phillip laughed and pressed his lips together for a second. "Don't worry about it baby, you just focus on feeling good for me. Your close aren't you?" 

"Mhmm." 

"God, you're so perfect. Cum for me baby, wanna feel you come undone."

"Phil…"

"That's it baby, don't worry about a thing. I've got you. Come on darlin', let go for me."

You hunched over into his arms and buried yourself into his shoulder. The whimpers that left your mouth were muffled against while Phillip cooed you through your orgasm. He stilled himself from thrusting up into you and stopped lifting you. As you panted out, he gently stroked your head as you settled into his lap. Waves of pleasure had removed every thought from your head, only his presence being the only thing left. 

"We're going out to dinner?" You eventually collected yourself and you felt him vibrate with a chuckle. 

"And here I thought I lost you for a moment."

"Yeah, yeah bet you’re real proud of yourself Graves."

"Mmm, I certainly am. Listening to you moan out my name like that? There's not a better sound to my ears."

You rolled your eyes and pulled slightly back so you could get a better look at him. His focus immediately went to your face, his eyes flickering over every inch of it. Committing it to memory. 

"You should have told me earlier, I need to get ready." You went to move but his arm around your waist tightened and you hesitated. 

"We can get ready later. Besides, you always look perfect to me."

"Oh yeah? What happened to that little red dress?'"

"Just a different flavour of perfection. We can take a shower and get dressed later. For now, stay here on my lap."

"With your dick still inside?"

Phillip used the desk to pull the chair in slightly more so he could reach his laptop again. "It will keep me relaxed while I work-"

"Uh-huh."

"I just need to finish this and then we can get ready. Call me greedy but it's been so long since we saw each other. Forgive me if I don't want you to go."

"And what if I do this?" You slowly rolled your hips and his hand flew to your hip to stop you. His eyes closed for a moment and a shutter traveled throughout his body. 

"You won't."

"Oh? Says who?"

"Well never leave this office if you do."

"Mmm, I'm not hearing any downsides."

"Please? Baby, I want to enjoy you to the full extent without anything else on my mind." His eyes wandered to the side for a moment and you finally caved. You snuggled in closer to him and lay your head back on his shoulder. 

"Make it quick."

#graves x reader #phillip graves #mw2 x reader #modern warfare #cod x reader #call of duty

[constesplanetarium]

Watch the show.

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Circus Ringleader/Magician x GN! AFAB! Reader

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

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this is inspired off what im dressing up as for halloween, literally a circus ringleader :)

i hope u guys like him <3

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TW! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light sexual activity, violence, blood, murder, choking, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4k.

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The acrobats swing too and fro above you, lighting up the crowd's eyes with excitement and anticipation for what's next. Will one of them fall? Will they pull off the trick? You gasp as the acrobat flings himself across the stage, almost covering your eyes in case he misses and falls…

But as always, he lands the trick, the acrobat clinging onto the other one's arms as the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. Your nerves ease as you smile softly at the acrobats on the stage, still swinging as they revel in the excitement.

This is your… What, fifteenth show by now? But you never get sick of any of the tricks they do. The circus always comes over for the fall, and a friend of yours won tickets from a raffle for the first show when this whole festival started, about a week ago. The show ended up being so good, that you went to the next one on your own accord. And then the next one. And the next one after that. And the next one…

They have shows pretty often, huh? It’s surprising how they never run out of energy.

You had never been interested in the circus before this, but the jaw-dropping tricks, alongside the good-looking members of the cast, made you stay and come back for every single show. It looks like many shared your sentiment, since it seemed that the crowd grew more and more ever since the first show of the season.

Ah, those acrobats are really cute. Maybe you can get lucky and get to meet both of them after the show. Maybe you’ll even get to meet the ringleader, he’s so handsome…

You don’t rip your eyes away from the rest of the show, cheering alongside the crowd at every little trick and flip the cast does; you cheer the loudest in your row once the ringleader bows in the center of the stage with his members, concluding the show.

“Make sure to come see us for our next show in two hours! You won’t want to miss it.” The ringleader does a simple wink, sending every fan of his into a frenzy. You still aren’t sure why people like him so much. People don’t even know his last name, let alone his first one. He’s just referred to as ‘the ringleader’ or ‘the mysterious master of the circus’ by eccentric journalists who are trying so desperately to keep the reader’s attention. A bunch of celebrities, along with reported billionaires and people from big spots in large companies have come here to watch his tricks, and maybe even strike business, but reportedly he’s always turned down these people, no matter how much money they offer him.

Strange. If they offered him a billion dollars to buy out his circus, would he take the offer? Ah, you know you would. Maybe he already has a private sponsor?

Once you gather your things, you step back out into the festive atmosphere of today's holiday; halloween. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows line the pathway back to the main center of the festival, and you can hear the screams of fear coming from the haunted house they all set up. The orange and red lights from the ferris wheel look so pretty from here…

You find yourself wandering around the festival for around 10 minutes, noticing every little detail the festival coordinators setup. There’s even cute little artwork for the signs pointing you in the events you might want to check out later. Looking at everyones costumes and the decorations makes you feel all giddy.

Oh wow, look at that huge skeleton! Your hand digs into your pocket quickly to-

Wait.

Your phone?

Where’s your phone?

You pat down your pockets, and the moment you realize it’s not with you, you run back over to the building, swinging open the door and bound for your seat. Holy shit, lady luck must be on your side today. Thank god no one had closed the entrance yet.

You bend down, trying to dig around for your phone on the floor. It’s so hard to see, since they already shut most of the lights off, damn it…

Where the hell is it?!

“Hello.”

Oh my gosh!

You jump up, almost stumbling right back down, yet a hand grabs your arm before you can fall, and you see who it is instantly once you look up.

“Looking for this?” The ringleader smiles cheekily, waving your phone around as the screen lights up your surroundings a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited by the door to see if the owner would pop up.” The shock of seeing him this up close is so bad, you don’t even reach for your phone. He takes your hand in his and sets your phone down, right in your palm.

You slowly hold your phone close to your chest, and thank him for returning it.

“It’s not a problem.” Should you ask him for a picture? Maybe an autograph? “I’m glad you came back for it, instead of giving up, and assuming that someone already stole it.” You don’t even have paper for him to sign. Maybe he’ll sign your clothes or something?

Oh my gosh, he’s so much better up close…

“Are you alright?” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your cheek, and your body flinches in response. “You were zoning out there. Oh! I see,” He chuckles. “You’re surprised to see me up close.”

Right on the money.

Warmth spreads all the way up to your face, and all you can do is giggle nervously. God, it’s like you’re a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“It’s alright. I find it flattering.” He glances between you and your phone for a moment. What’s up? “Would you like a picture?”

On my god.

He brushes up next to you, pressing your hips together as you open up your camera app quickly, setting it in selfie mode. “Is this okay?”

Yes.

“Good. Smile.” You would find it amusing how he’s holding up a peace sign for the picture, but you're more nervous about the hand he’s set on your hip, digging into your body.

“Oh, you aren’t going to take the picture?” Oh my god, the picture. “Or are you distracted by something else?” You glance up, seeing his guilty smile as his gloved hand rubs your hip slowly.

These pictures need to be taken before something else happens right here, right now.

You signal him to look over and smile, snapping a couple random pictures. You don't even know if they turned out good or not. Is it hot in here? You should probably get out.

You thank him quickly, and turn your heel-

“Leaving so soon?” You turn back to see a clear frown on his face, the dimmed lighting shining right on him. “You can stay a bit longer, if you’d like. I’m not in a hurry.”

But what about his next show? Doesn’t he have to prepare?

“The break is more for my members than for me.” He sits down in an empty seat, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit. I would love to have your company for longer.”

You walk back up and sit down next to him, shuffling in your seat as he takes his hat off, setting it down in the empty seat adjacent from him.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He clears his throat and starts to take his gloves off, flexing his fingers in and out as he tosses the gloves in his empty seat too. “Meeting all types of people when they come to my shows is wonderful, but not being able to talk to them personally makes me a bit sad.”

You smile empathically, and he returns your smile.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, his smile widening at the thought of his sudden new idea. “How about I save you a seat for my next show? Please, tell me where you’d like to sit!” Woah, really? “I mean, you are coming to my next show, right?”

Uh. You were planning to go to the ferris wheel with a friend of yours, actually…

His mood shifts from happy, to immediate disappointment. “Well, you can just visit the ferris wheel after my show, can’t you?” Well, you COULD, but-

“Oh please, I would really like you to be at my next show…” He takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Please?”

Urgh.

“Oh, just amazing!” He laughs and stands up, pointing to a seat around the front row. “How about there? Perhaps I can even perform a trick for you once I’m on stage! How does that sound?”

Wow, this man’s pulling out all the stops, huh? You can’t help but thank him again, from saving your phone to getting you a free seat. This ringleader’s so nice…

“Oh? ‘Thank you, Mr. Ringleader?’” He laughs and grabs your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately like you two are good old friends sharing a joke. “You don’t have to call me that! Loosen up a little, will you?” Even with his encouragement, your whole body is still tense with nervousness. “Please, call me Mr. Vidales.” So that’s his last name! Ah, how pretty…

“Now, now, don’t be all fidgety with me.” Mr. Vidales grins, clasping your hands with his again. Oh my god, what if your hands are clammy now? But the way his thumb is caressing your hand is strangely putting you at ease. “You’ve been looking all over the place.” He tilts his head while peeking at you, seemingly lost in thought, until his face lights up. “Ah, how about this? Watch me.” He pulls out a small deck of cards from a coat pocket around his right thigh, pouring the cards out into his hand. It doesn’t take long to see he’s performing a small card trick for you, yet you don’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Pick a card, any card.” He murmurs, the enthusiasm still there behind his voice, but it also sounds like he’s sweet talking to you, enticing you further. You pick a card on the far left, looking at it discreetly.

The 2 of hearts.

“Back in the deck now.” He shuts his eyes as you slip the card back in, and he shuffles it all with his eyes still closed. “Now,” he starts, picking a card from the deck. “Is this what you chose?”

NAH.

Hah! He failed the trick! You grin and shake your head, the king of hearts in his hand instead as his smile drops to a frown. “Oh.” He stuffs the deck into his left hand, placing the card face up on top. But strangely enough, he starts to smile, and reaches behind your head, leaning closer to you. “Now let’s see.”

Oh. He smells really, really nice…

Why is your heart racing?

You peek up at the ringleader’s face, your body warming up as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes. “Ah, now what do we have here…” He whispers, and his hand drags down your back slowly as he shows the king of spades in the deck on his left hand. Is he still trying to prove he’s not cheating? You sigh at the shivers flowing up your spine, pressing your thighs together once you feel the heat between your thighs get more intense. Lord, he’s good at this. Does he do this often or something?

“How cute.” He says adoringly, like he’s talking to a small puppy. “Look at you, how cute.” He repeats, his hand pressing itself against your waist, tugging you closer to him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a trick…” He can show you something else in just a few seconds if he keeps this up. Mr. Vidales groans loudly once you palm his bulge, followed by a small laugh once you tease him for reaction. “Please, let me finish my trick. Unless you want to do something else right now…?” He begs quietly, and you sigh with a smile as you move your hand.

A bit disappointing, but you do want to see the end of this trick.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat, clearly still a bit riled up, but fine. “Now, watch me.” His warmth vanishes from your waist, and you see his hand come back into view with…

The 2 of hearts in his right!?

You stare at his right hand in awe, as he waggles the card around a bit, grinning sheepishly at your dumbfounded expression. “Good, huh?” Even after all of that, you never saw the deck vanish from view! How did he…?

“I’m not just a ringleader,” he says. “I dabble in some magic here and there too.” He shuffles the cards again, stuffing them back into the box, then back into his coat pocket. A light clap of your hands at his trick and his mood shifts from proud to flustered, fidgeting with the buttons on his outfit as you praise him for the trick.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Vidales bows a bit and laughs quietly. “Your praise is very appreciated.”

… He looks scared. Ah, no.

Shy?

“There must be something on my face, with the way you’re looking at me, it’s…” Mr. Vidales stops talking, staring into your eyes for a moment. “Oh…”

Is he okay? You frown, tugging on his sleeve in concern for his well being. He seems to snap out of his trance, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh! Erm, yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine.” A smile spreads in his face quickly, but you can’t help but think that it’s all insincere.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He sighs. “It’s just some fatigue.” There’s a voice in the back of your head, telling you repeat that he’s lying, but you ignore it in favor of his charming voice and attitude.

Maybe he just needs some time alone?

And, to be completely honest, the hunger’s kind of getting to you too; maybe you can grab a bite to eat and bring something back for him?

“Oh, please.” He nods quickly. “That would be wonderful, thank you. Perhaps you can get me those cinnamon bites with the glaze? They’re delicious.”

You fidget with your wallet as you run out the tent, waving him goodbye as you run for the food stalls.

Hopefully the lines aren’t too long…

The line was pretty damn long. You glance down at your phone to check the time, and decide to jog back over to the tent once you notice it’s already been 25 minutes. And it’ll probably take you another 5 minutes to get there, ugh, the ringleader probably thinks you left to go on a couple rides or something, and forgot about the food entirely.

You slow down once you notice the door’s closed, and look around for a sign of him, but there’s nothing around. Maybe there’s another entrance in the back?

Clutching a drink in one hand and a bag, witn a box of sweets at the bottom in your other, you make your way to the back of the building to find the door slightly ajar, and you use your foot to kick it open the rest of the way, walking through.

There are several doors on both side of you, and by just reading the names on the doors, you can tell these are the member’s dressing rooms! Ah, no way…

It’s so tempting to go up and knock on one of their doors, but you have to shake your head a little to get those thoughts out. Mr. Vidales. That’s who you’re looking for.

You wander around for a bit until you come up to his dressing room, about to bang on the door, but as soon as you try to, the door slowly opens up, and you-

You…

What.

What?

The smell of iron and the sight of crimson fill your vision as you stare at the ringleader, tugging and shoving a man's body into a small closet. It looks like the man was stabbed repeatedly in the chest, along with the broken teeth in the pool of blood in front of you, and a spot of blood on his head.

Isn’t that… Isn’t that one of the employees here? He literally gave you free shit, what the hell…

Mr. Vidales’s face is splattered with blood, alongside his chest, and his outfit has puke on the lower side of his coat. A fallen, bloody knife lies on the ground, surrounded by his victims blood.

“Bastard. Must’ve wanted to give me a goodbye gift before his passing…” He scoffs, staring at the stain with disgust.

The police.

You need to call the police.

Mr. Vidales looks up at the sudden stream of light, and a couple beats pass as neither of you move from the sheer shock.

“Oh.”

Run.

You turn your heel, but trip once someone grabs onto your arm and pushes you down, spilling your drink all over the floor. You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth instantly, and you feel the tears start to flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He frantically whispers and he climbs on top of you, his hands shaking and bloodied as he struggles to keep you quiet. There’s blood all over him, and he’s spreading it onto you. All over your mouth. Your body.

It’s sickening. You have to fight back the urge to throw up once he turns you over and you see his face. Why does he look so excited to see you?

“Stay quiet. Quiet.” He hushes you, keeping your mouth covered as he helps you up. "It's okay darling, see?" As soon as you get up, you’re going to run. That’s what-

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you.” A sharp knife is suddenly pointed at your throat, and you let out a choked-up sob. “Oh, I’m so sorry darling…” He whispers, as he slowly lets the hand from your mouth go.

You don’t dare scream.

“Come on, come.” He pushes his arm against your waist, slowly pushing you back as he steps into the room, shutting the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, or kill you. I promise.”

You shut your eyes as soon as you step in, shaking as you hear the door lock. The bag you’re holding is slowly taken from your grasp, and set down with a thud on his desk, along with the knife. All you can do is listen to what he says.

“Oh, you did get my favorite! Thank you.” Mr. Vidales cooes, pushing you closer as you wince at the gesture. You can feel the blood seeping through your clothes. “Shame about the drink. I’m sorry for grabbing you so tight.” He sighs. “Now, let me just…”

He slips his coat off, revealing that the blood stain on him went deeper than expected, staining his grey undershirt with a dark crimson. You stare at the blood on your own body and almost feel like puking yourself.

“There’s no point in running,” his face is full of pity, yet he smiles at you all the same. “My acrobats are already outside, waiting to catch you if you try to run. Not that I’d let you get that far anyway.” He wipes the blood on his hands away with a loose rag, the white of said rag being stained with that sickening red. “Weren’t their tricks just wonderful? I worked hard to teach them, you know.” You immediately catch that he’s stepping closer to you, and you back away in response, glancing around the room for another exit point. “I know a thing or two about flipping around myself. Maybe I can perform some tricks for you?”

There isn’t any. Not even a window.

“Why do you keep looking around? Why can’t you be happy with me?” Mr. Vidales whines, throwing the rag aside in frustration, with a small splat. “I did all of this for you! You like me, don’t you?” But… Why?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid that someone else will hear him. “When I first saw you in the crowd, I saw your excited face and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable it was. But then,” He takes a step. “You came back. Again.” And he takes another few steps closer, suddenly feeling yourself bump into a wall behind you, frantically glancing around for a way out. “And again,” His breathing becomes shaky as he lunges forward, grabbing your arm as you try to escape from his right side, your left. You cry out in fear as he pins you up against the wall, grasping your neck tightly. “And again. And again, you came back every time. You must’ve loved seeing me so much…” The grip on your neck tightens. “Next performance, I’ll be up on stage with all of them. Performing just for you.” Your breathing becomes ragged and hazy from the lack of oxygen, but he acts as though nothing is wrong, kissing your cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.” It’s getting hard to see. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and run down your cheeks as he kisses them away, licking them up before they drip down to your shirt.

“You’re adorable, even when you cry…” His soft lips press against your cheeks repeatedly, his chuckles making you feel sick to your stomach. “You’ll be all mine, ah,” Mr. Vidales lets go of your neck, and as you take those much-needed gasps of air, he hugs your body close to his, and you wince once you feel his hard cock press against your thigh. “There’s nothing better than that…” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying some pressure, but jot enough to cut off your oxygen

What the fuck…

You try to turn your head, trying to get a glimpse of the corpse so you can identify who it is, yet he’s already shut the door to the closet, so you can’t.

“Are you trying to peek?” He frowns. “You don’t need to look at him. He isn’t your concern.” It looks like he’s trying to avoid the topic of the dead body altogether. He reaches over and pinches your cheeks, chuckling at your displeased expression. “Ah, I hope you understand how angry I get when you get so starry-eyed by looking at my member’s performances.” Mr. Vidales sighs, pushing you over to his desk by your waist. “I wish it were only me that you show that adorable expression to.” Why the hell is he acting so casual? He just killed someone. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the door, since you don’t see any other escape route.

Oh, when will you get your chance?

“But, I guess we all can’t have what we want.” He stops. “Well, maybe I can.” He shoves you up against the desk, patting his hand on top. “Sit.”

Oh.

You shakily hop up to sit on his desk, and he slides himself in between your legs, both of your faces mere centimeters apart. You have to hold your breath with the way you can see every drop of blood slide down his face,

“Now you’re with me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He presses a small kiss on your lips, grinning. “You’ll get to be with me everyday!” What? He tugs you closer, pressing your back against his chest once he pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Yes! With me.” he says plainly. “Forever.” No way. You glare at him in horror, but his smile never falters for even a moment. The blood splattered all over himself and his clothing, along with his declarations of love towards you…

It’s so sickening.

“What a dream come true.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

happy halloween! ik i said i was gonna do the ghost boys for halloween, but i couldnt help myself </3

plus im gonna just extend the ghost boys into november bc i got hit w/ a mean writers block halfway thru….

hopefully this little fic can get me thru it

BUT IM WORKING ON OLIVERS DAY AGAIN SO YAY!!!!

yall gonna see the fnaf movie??? i am <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #not proofread #circus

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 3]

Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions

CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates

BO SINCLAIR

He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill

"Let me help you with that,"

BAM!

Blood splatters all over him

"THE FUCK-"

He's absolutely shocked

The hell did you come from?

"Sorry, Baby Bo."

He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat

A bloody bat.

Theres blood on him.

And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...

click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done

You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...

"H-HOLY SHIT!-"

"Y-YOU JUST?!-"

"WHERE DID YOU?!-"

"HUH?!"

He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt

He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips

And where you this hot...?!

Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.

He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people

LESTER SINCLAIR

"Les, i got something!"

"coming!"

He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair

"Good job! What animal did you get?"

"You'll see~"

What in the hell did you mean by that.

He shrugged it off and let you drive

He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals

It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies

wait,

WHAT THE FUCK-

Blood spilled all over the car windows

You just sat there laughing

When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill

NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES

He's shocked, he will not get over this

"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."

He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car

BUBBA SAWYER

He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls

He was very upset

He only managed to get 3 out of 6!

the other 3 went missing

He just assumed they had escaped

Though, there was no trail that they had escaped

Which confused him greatly

He noticed you cutting up something

Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken

Just what he needed

Some nice dinner

Wait.

Where'd you get those heads?

WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-

"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."

He's silent for a minute

"Bub? is something wrong?-"

You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his

Happy babbling from him

KURT KUNKLE

Lets all be honest,

You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame

You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone

He would pretend that its special effects

Only on Halloween since its more believable

Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat

Will actually laugh at this

He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone

Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers

Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help

He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers

Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though

He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store

You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand

He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet

That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down

You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks

You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him

"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"

You held your gun down

You thought he was cute

He was your type

So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him

"W-wait, where we going?!-"

You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway

You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips

He thought you was mad cute

"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"

"Shut up, and move faster."

PATRICK BATEMAN

He honestly would not care

Oh, you kill?

Well, he kills too!

He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him

He thinks you're attractive when you kill

Sex after you or him had killed

He would literally go DOWN on you

slight blood kink

But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate

Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either

So, he'll shower or have you shower first

And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body

One way of him marking you

He'll show you off even more

He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone

And not because of him

HANNIBAL LECTOR

He came home and couldnt find you

He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place

The garage

He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items

And 4 un-bagged...

Human bodies...

And 3 chickens

"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"

He was shocked to say

But he quickly got over it

"Any is fine, dear."

He had a sincere smile plastered on his face

This made him feel more secure about you

His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?

How...

Lovely.

He would have to find out a way to repay you

NORMAN BATES

He liked you. A lot.

But his mother didnt

At first.

You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you

Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you

Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person

He made it towards your room, in front of your door

Then he heard screams

Norma was absolutely shocked

He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with

Norma took a liking to you

Someone who was like her son...

She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you

But you were an exception

Norman had also liked you

The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you

Norma had encouraged him too

"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."

"Hello, Norman."

He fainted.

#hannibal #norman bates #bates motel #patrick bateman #bubba saywer x reader #bubba leatherface #american pyscho #house of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw 3d #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw 2 #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #sinclair brothers #house of wax 2005 #spree x reader #spree movie #kurt kunkle

[mini-garden-won]

Jake Smut NSWF!!! MDNI!! warnings: swearing, jealousy, pet names

halloween in like a whole other month (but who cares) You're going to a halloween party that'd been planned since god knows when. Almost your entire college year was going. Including your boyfriend's frat group. Everyone knew that when it came to this time of year, it was a girls excuse to dress like a complete slut. (Were you too? Yes, duh.) There you were skipping around the party in your mini skirt that might've had probably flashed your panties to a couple people now. Jake hadn't arrived yet so you were going around with a bunch of your girl-friends. Everyone drinking and having the time of their lives and soon you see your amazing boyfriend. the guy that everyone turns their head for. "You're looking so fine princess, give me a little twirl" Jake says coming up to you and holding your hand up to twirl you around. Jake hadn't been bothered by your skirt at first, since you obviously wasn't the only one wearing something this revealing (not that he was looking at other girls). But something began boiling in him as he saw the way you would bend down to fix your shoe or get something from the floor and almost every guy there would be drooling over you. The panties that you'd worn were Jake's favourites and only he was supposed to see them but now you'd shown the whole world what was happening down there. This made Jake take it upon himself to quickly drag you to the secret place in the back of the house the party was being held at. "What show do you think your putting up huh? Do you want all those dudes to look at you or are you just feeling yourself. Tell me babe, if you are you know I can fight them for looking at you darling" you smirk at the idea that pops in your head and say "What if I want them to look?" Nothing more was said before Jake began to kiss you roughly. His hands travel down to your now aching and wet heat that had been caused by the way Jake had been possessive. "hah. pathetic, so wet. Do you think those guys can make you this wet? only I can right? so stop being an attention seeker and wanting random guys to see your panties that are only mine to see. You're fucking mine gorgeous." Jake says before pushing his fingers into your begging hole. You let out a small moan but cover your mouth as you weren't in a private place to be doing this. "W-we c-can't- nghh d-do this here" you whine out weakly trying to not moan. Your walls clench around his fingers as he now curls his fingers to hit the spot only he knew made you feel good. You didn't want to do it out in the open, neither did you try and stop him.

#enhypen smut #enhypen #enha #jake #jake hard hours #enhypen hard hours #sim jaeyun #jake sim #jake sim hard hours #jake enhypen #enhypen jake #hard thoughts

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Mechanic chapter 10

Note: buckle up :)

Warnings: angst/fluff/suggestive. mention of motorcycle crsah, blood, stalking.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You joined your mechanic boyfriend to a belated Halloween party, and a shocking discovery followed.

wordcount: 4,3k

Masterlist

'Get your filthy hands off my girl.'

A few weeks have passed since you left the hospital. You didn't need the wheelchair anymore, but you still needed the support of one crutch. You and Sihtric saw each other almost daily, but because you really only just started dating, and also because you were both still healing from the accident, you never stayed the night with each other. You both knew there would be little to no self control, and neither you nor Sihtric wanted to rush things. 

So you saw each other during the day. Sihtric came to visit you every afternoon after he finished work, still covered in grease and oil, and he'd take a shower at your place while you would prepare dinner. After dinner you simply chatted and watched some tv. Or at least, you tried to watch some tv, but usually it ended up with you and Sihtric making out on your couch until late at night, until he had to go home again.

Sihtric was sweet, patient and caring. You consider yourself lucky that he stayed with you after everything that happened, despite him being worried you didn't want him around anymore. The horrible version of Sihtric you had made up while you were unconscious, who was possessive, manipulative, toxic and simply dangerous, turned out to be the complete opposite of how Sihtric really was. Sure, he's a bit dominating and rather protective, you already noticed, but nothing that would be a huge red flag, and you couldn't be happier. 

Except for tonight, you were even happier tonight than any day before. Because Sihtric had asked you to be his date to a belated Halloween party at the car repair shop, and he asked if you wanted to dress as Christine Daaé, because he already had his Phantom of the Opera outfit ready. And early in the afternoon, while Sihtric was still at work, you received a large bouquet of red roses from an anonymous sender. You giggled at how romantic it was from Sihtric to do that, and how very in character of the Phantom. 

And when Sihtric came over after work, freshly showered this time to make the evening run a little smoother, he gave you one red rose after you had opened the door for him.

'Princess,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek.

'Sihtric,' you blushed as you held the rose, 'you really had it planned out, huh?' you giggled.

'Planned out what?' Sihtric asked, confused.

'The flowers,' you said, 'giving me this one now, while you sent me a whole bouquet earlier.'

Sihtric looked at you, his smile slowly fading as more confusion settled on his face.

'I- I'm sorry, love,' he chuckled, 'I'm not sure I'm following you.'

'The roses?' you asked, 'you… you sent me a huge bouquet of red roses earlier today?'

'I… eh, what?' Sihtric asked, 'I… I didn't…'

'What?' you frowned.

You both stared at each other, confused. You weren't sure if Sihtric was joking, as you were still getting to know him, and Sihtric had the same problem trying to figure you out right now.

'Are you serious?' you asked, 'you really didn't send me the…' you pointed over your shoulder, and Sihtric's eyes followed and he saw the huge vase with flowers on the dinner table.

'I didn't send those,' Sihtric said cautiously, 'eh,' he chuckled nervously, 'that sure is a royal bouquet. Do I… do I need to worry about some secret admirer?' He tried to make it come off as a joke, but Sihtric wasn't joking right now.

'What?' your eyes grew wide, 'no! Goodness, no,' you chuckled just as nervously, 'at least, not that I'm aware of. I just don't… I don't understand.'

You beckoned Sihtric inside and you both walked over to the fresh flowers.

'It sure is a gesture,' Sihtric stared at the roses, 'now I feel like an idiot, because I only got you one rose. And apparently someone else sent you… what, like fifty?'

'No, Sihtric,' you took his hands, 'don't feel like that. I love the rose you gave me. It's perfect. I just don't understand… I mean, who could possibly do this?'

'You're asking me?' Sihtric looked at you with sudden doubt and insecurity, and pulled his hands away, 'are you… I mean… we're… I…' he took a deep breath and collected his racing thoughts, 'I- I thought we were, you know, kind of… exclusive?'

'We are!' you reassured him, 'I promise, we are. I swear, Sihtric, I have no idea who sent me these. I really thought it was you. There was no note with it, so I figured it was such a Phantom of the Opera move, you know, to set the mood?'

Sihtric scoffed and then shook his head as he looked at the flowers.

'Well, you're right about that,' he agreed, 'but honestly, they're not from me, princess. I'm sorry…'

You noticed Sihtric felt a little uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck while he compulsively bit his lower lip, his face a mixture of confusion, insecurity and somewhere there was also a vague hint hurt in his mismatched eyes. And you felt horrible too all of the sudden. You were still getting to know each other, and Sihtric was already worried you didn't want him around, but now he had completely different thoughts.

'Well,' you cleared your throat, 'if they're not from you, then I don't want them.' 

You took the vase and walked through the backdoor, into your backyard, and you emptied the vase in the garbage bin. Sihtric stared at you when you came back inside, and watched how you grabbed a smaller vase, filled it with water, and put in the one rose Sihtric had given you. You placed it on the table and looked up at Sihtric, who was still staring at you.

'What… why did you do that?' he asked, dumbfounded.

'I only want your flowers,' you shrugged, and went to prepare dinner.

After dinner you both got dressed up. Sihtric was already downstairs, waiting for you with his back turned, when you slowly made your way down the stairs. You supported yourself with your crutch as you held up the skirt of your long white dress in your free hand. From the back, you saw Sihtric was wearing a black cloak, his half shaved hair was pushed back and when he turned around as he heard you coming down, you saw the white mask that covered half of his gorgeous face. You smiled and felt yourself blush when Sihtric's mouth fell slightly open as he watched you approach. He held out his hand to you and helped you down the last few steps, then he gently cupped your cheeks while he towered over you.

'You are simply breathtaking, little lady,' he whispered and smiled, then kissed your lips softly.

'As are you,' you chuckled as your fingers nervously plucked at his white blouse.

Sihtric kissed you again and then gave you a concerned look.

'Are you going to be okay with a crutch all night?' he asked.

'Yeah, I'll be okay.'

'Are you sure? Otherwise I'll carry you all night, princess.'

'That is very sweet,' you laughed as your cheeks heated up again, 'but I will be fine, don't worry.'

'We'll see,' Sihtric smiled, 'are you ready to go, love? The cab should be here soon.'

'Are you sure you're good, princess?' Sihtric asked and hooked his elbow with yours.

'I am,' you smiled, and a rush of butterflies went through your stomach when you looked up at your mechanic.

'What's wrong?' Sihtric stopped walking when he heard your breath hitch.

'Nothing,' you whispered, 'just… you. I mean, I- I'm happy you're here.'

Sihtric opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when Finan snuck up behind you two.

'Look at you two!' the Irish man, who was dressed as a vampire, cheered, 'alive and well!' 

Finan pulled you in for a hug and slapped Sihtric on the shoulder.

'Alive and well for the most part,' you said and showed your crutch.

'Oh,' Finan grimaced, 'are you going to be okay all night with that crutch?'

'Yeah,' you reassured both men now, 'I'll be fine.'

'Well, you two look great together,' Finan smiled, 'let's go inside!'

Sihtric helped you walk into the decorated repair shop, and you felt a little giddy as you walked beside him, admiring the entire look and vibe of the party and the garage itself. It was crowded and warm, and everyone had really gone out of their way to dress up. People were dancing and making out, drinks were spilled and loud laughter howled through the air, along with the smell of alcohol and of meat being cooked on a grill outside.

Sihtric held your hand as he carefully walked you through the crowd, towards the temporary bar that was set up in the back of the garage. You sat down on one of the barstools and Sihtric ordered you both a drink. While you sipped your beverage, you smiled a little sadly at the dancing couples, and Sihtric noticed it.

'Do you want to dance too?' he asked as he towered over you and cupped your cheek.

'I do,' you confessed, 'but, you know,' you looked at your crutch and shrugged.

'Don't worry about that,' Sihtric smiled, and he helped you get off the barstool.

He placed the crutch against the bar, lifted you up in his arms and carried you to the dancefloor. You blushed at the entire moment and giggled. Then, Sihtric put you carefully back on your feet again, but not on the concrete ground, and he smiled at you.

'Just keep your feet on mine,' he said and wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you close.

You couldn't help but smile and buried your face in his chest as you held onto his broad shoulders, while he carefully shuffled his feet underneath yours, making you slow dance with him to the fitting music despite your injury. You danced for a while, smiling at each other and stealing soft, sweet kisses, feeling like you two were the only two people in the room. Your white dress swayed along with your slow movements, as did Sihtric's black cloak. You stared up into his mismatched eyes, his white Phantom mask hiding half of his face as his eyes kept trailing up and down, from your eyes to your lips and back again. 

You wanted nothing more than to kiss your Dane, to feel his soft, warm lips pressed onto yours and taste him in your mouth. You felt your cheeks heat up as Sihtric leaned in slowly while staring into your eyes, and then at your lips again, until he was so close that you felt his breath on your skin. And when he finally locked his lips with yours, you hummed softly as he kissed you deeply. It was a needy, desperate, passionate yet tender kiss, that only left you longing for more once the kiss was broken. You looked up at him, eyes pleading for more while you remembered your first kiss with him, before the accident, which had felt just as desperate and needy. And the thought of how there had been a chance that your first kiss with him could've been your last too suddenly punched the air out of your lungs, and you squeezed his shoulders hard as you pulled Sihtric back towards you, engaging in another greedy kiss, which lasted even longer than the one before.

'Don't ever leave me,' you breathed against his lips with your eyes closed.

'Never,' Sihtric whispered and stole another kiss, 'I am never leaving you, little lady.'

And just when Sihtric leaned in for another kiss, Finan interrupted by nudging your shoulder.

'Okay, okay, lovebirds,' the Irish man chuckled, 'break it up now or get a room, we don't need to see this.'

You giggled and buried your face in Sihtric's chest, while your boyfriend rolled his eyes at Finan.

'Do you want a drink, love?' Sihtric then asked you.

Not much later Sihtric helped you over to a few empty seats before he made his way to the bar with Finan. You took out your phone, feeling a little uncomfortable alone at the party for a moment, until suddenly a stranger sat down next to you. You couldn't tell who it was, as their face was covered by a bloody Jason Voorhees mask, but you gave a polite smile as the stranger nodded at you to say hello. Apart from the mask, the stranger was wearing the rest of the Jason outfit too, complete with fake machete, and they looked rather intimidating. You immediately felt even more uncomfortable when the stranger kept staring at you, and then they finally spoke.

'Is the crutch part of the outfit?' the man asked.

'What?' you looked up, 'oh, no,' you chuckled, 'no, unfortunately that's the real deal.'

'Damn,' the faceless man said, 'may I ask what happened?'

He leaned in closer as you told him a quick version of your story, and he listened to every word you said.

'That's quite the story,' he said, 'if I may show my sympathy, will you allow me to buy you a drink?'

'Oh,' you said, 'eh, my boyfriend is actually getting me a drink already. But thank you.'

'I insist, beautiful lady,' he pushed, and suddenly his fingers slowly caressed the back of your hand.

'I- I'm sorry,' you stammered, shocked and confused, 'I don't… I don't like this. M-my boyfriend- he's… he's-,' you tried to pull your hand away, but as you attempted to do so, the strange man grabbed your hand firmly and pulled you towards him.

'Did you like my roses?' the man then hissed.

'W-what?' you gasped, with eyes wide in fear as your heart was beating out of your chest.

'Your pathetic boyfriend will never worship you the way I will,' he continued, in a terrifyingly calm manner.

'I- I,' you tried to get out of his painful grip again, 'w-who are you?'

'Get your filthy hands off my girl,' Sihtric suddenly said as he stood next to you.

The stranger looked up and released your hand, then gave Sihtric a firm nod and stood up.

'I apologise,' he said, 'I must have mistaken your lady for someone else.'

Sihtric took a step closer to the masked man, and they stared into each other's eyes as the music blasted and disco lights highlighted their masks from every angle. You looked up at both men, the threatening energy filled the air quickly during their stare down, and then Finan stepped in and pushed Sihtric a step back.

'Alright,' Finan said, 'apology accepted, now get out of here, okay?' he looked at the stranger, 'just get out. We don't treat women like that here.'

The stranger threw his hands up and backed away slowly, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd. Sihtric turned to you and took your hands as he crouched down in front of you.

'Are you okay, my love?' he asked, concerned, and he carefully inspected your already reddened hand.

'F-fine,' you lied and choked up, 'I just… I would like to go home.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said and kissed both of your hands, 'me too, princess.'

Sihtric helped you up and, after Finan checked on you both, Sihtric called a cab and you walked out of the garage, out of the warm air into the cool, clear night.

'I'm sorry,' you said as Sihtric wrapped his arms around you in the parking lot, 'I didn't mean to leave this early, but that guy…,' you swallowed hard.

'I know,' Sihtric hushed you, 'I felt it too. Something was very off with that guy, it made me almost like… nausea, if that makes sense?'

'It does,' you looked up at him, 'I felt exactly the same.'

You wanted to tell Sihtric about the flower comment the stranger made and how it had truly scared you. But you felt it would only make things worse right now. and that your Dane would go on a witch hunt to find the man dressed as Jason. Which was the last thing you wanted right now. You weren't even sure if you heard him right, did he really mention the flowers you were sent? Was he really the "secret admirer"? Because if so, then who was he and how does he know you and where you live? Fuck, he knew where you lived. Your head was spinning at the racing thoughts and you just wanted to go home. 

Luckily, the cab arrived quickly, and you found yourself safe and sound in Sihtric's arms in the backseat on the way back home.

Back home, Sihtric helped you up the stairs and into your bedroom, where you both sat down on your bed in silence for a long moment. The only sounds heard were the unsteady breathing of you both, until Sihtric suddenly let out a sob and began to cry as he buried his face in his hands.

'Hey,' you whispered, concerned, and wrapped your arms around him as he cried, 'what's wrong?'

'I love you,' Sihtric said as he sobbed and grabbed onto you, 'will you,' his breath hitched in his throat for a moment while he tired to speak, 'w-will you please stay the night with me,' he asked softly, 'I just… every time I close my eyes and try to sleep, all I see is y-you on the… on the road, bloody-' he sobbed.

'Shh,' you hushed him as you started to cry too, 'I love you too,' you whispered, 'stay. You can stay here, stay the night with me, please,' you buried your face in his neck as you held each other, 'I want nothing more.'

'I love you,' Sihtric whispered, barely audible as he looked up at you, and his fingers began to gently tug at the front laces of your dress, 'I love you more than anything.'

'I love you too,' you breathed, slowly pulling loose the string that held his cloak, 'you have no idea, Sihtric-'

He cut you off with a desperate kiss, still working the laces of your dress with shaking hands, while you brought your own trembling hands up to his face. You broke the kiss to carefully take off his mask, which you threw on the floor along with his cloak. You pulled him back in for another slow, needy and passionate kiss as you unbuttoned his white blouse. The cold air touched your skin when Sihtric pushed your dress down your shoulders, and he picked you up to help you step out of the dress as it pooled down, revealing your matching black lingerie set underneath. Your hands snuck under his blouse once unbuttoned, and you pulled it off, only to expose his bare, muscular chest which was completely covered with half healed bruises and new scars.

'Sihtric,' you gasped, clearly upset while staring at the aftermath of the accident on his body, 'w-why didn't you tell me about this-'

'Don't,' Sihtric whispered and cupped your cheeks, leaning his forehead against yours, 'please, just don't. I deserve them.'

'What are you talking about?' you whispered and ran your hand through his dark hair.

'You could've been dead because of me,' he said, then shrugged, 'so this is the least I deserve-'

'Don't say that,' you hushed him once more, 'don't say those things. You could've been dead too.'

'Sometimes I wish I-' he choked up.

You cut Sihtric off with a kiss before he could speak again. And you both grabbed onto each other wherever you possibly could, while Sihtric carefully lowered you both down onto your bed.

'I'm glad you're not dead,' you whispered as you laid on top of him, slowly trailing your fingertips across his scarred face, 'I believe we both survived because we are simply meant to be.'

'I love you,' Sihtric spoke with shaky breaths.

'I love you too,' you sniffled, 'love me,' you breathed against his lips while his hands moved down to your waist, 'please make love to me.'

'I will,' he said and kissed your lips softly, 'love of my life.'

'And of mine,' you smiled softly as Sihtric slowly pushed the bra straps down your shoulders with his fingers, before leaving soft, wet kisses all over your skin.

The next morning you woke up before your hot mechanic. You laid next to him, admiring his imperfect perfect face for a while, and you felt a shy smile tug at your lips when you remembered how sweet and tender your lovemaking had been the night before. You already knew you were head over heels for Sihtric, but after you both climaxed last night and whispered sweet nothings in between kisses before you fell asleep, you were absolutely sure you'd never want any other guy than Sihtric to call you his.

You pecked his cheek lightly and got dressed in the white blouse Sihtric wore the evening before, then quietly made your way downstairs. You switched on the kettle and mindlessly wandered to your hallway, where you found a white envelope hanging from the mailbox. You grabbed it and opened it as you made your way back into the kitchen, then froze and stopped breathing when you read the handwritten note that was inside.

Why did you throw out my roses? X

-M.

You stared at the note in your trembling hands, and then you heard Sihtric upstairs. You panicked and almost ran around the kitchen, not sure if you should show your boyfriend the note or if you should hide it. You heard Sihtric coming down the stairs, but he stopped halfway as his phone rang. You quickly hid the note in a drawer and eavesdropped as Sihtric spoke on the phone.

'Are you serious?' Sihtric said, 'eh, yeah, we can be there in an hour.'

You sipped your tea and tried to look as normal as possible when Sihtric walked into the kitchen, but his face was deprived of colour, just like yours.

'They, eh…' Sihtric swallowed as he stood in the door, 'the police just called, they figured out the owner of the car that ran that red light and caused our accident. They asked us to come to the station.'

You both made haste and got dressed after shoving down some breakfast, and Sihtric called a cab in the meantime. Not much later you sat in an office at the police station, across from a pretty but stern looking police officer named Hild. 

'Glad you two could make it here so fast,' she said, 'usually we can notify these details by email, but it's a little more complicated than usual.'

'Complicated?' Sihtric asked as he held your hand, 'how?'

'You see,' Hild cleared her throat and opened a folder, 'the person who ran the light is someone we are very familiar with. He has been arrested multiple times for other reasons, but due to the lack of evidence he always ends up on the street again. We know he's bad news, we just can't pin anything on him. Sometimes I wish we could ignore the rules,' she mumbled.

You and Sihtric shared a concerned look before bringing your eyes back on the officer again.

'So,' Hild said and showed you the mugshot of the man she was talking about, 'his name is Masema Dagar.'

You both stared at the photo on the table.

'I don't… I don't think I've seen him before,' Sihtric said, while you still stared at the photo, 'I mean, I suppose he was the driver but I never saw who was behind the wheel, you know?'

'Hopefully you will never have to see him, unless it's in court,' Hild said, 'this man is a danger to society. We are looking for him, we have been looking for him since we found out he's the owner of the car, but we have no clues on his whereabouts.'

'A danger to society?' you frowned, 'what… does that mean?'

'Masema is known for his obsessive and stalker-ish behaviour. He can see a random woman on the streets and follow her for days, weeks, sometimes months on end. He somehow finds out everything about his victim. Name, age, job, their address, everything.'

'You suggest he's been stalking us?' Sihtric asked, confused.

'Not you,' Hild looked at Sihtric, then at you, 'her.'

You looked up at Hild and felt your mouth go dry as your head began to spin.

'We have no idea how long he has been onto her, but seeing his track record, the incident fits with his way of working,' the officer explained, 'no doubt he figured out you two were together, and running the red light was more than likely not an accident, but a way to try and rid you out of her life,' she told Sihtric, whose grip on your hand had intensified.

'What… what happens when he gets his… victims?' Sihtric asked cautiously.

'We're not sure,' Hild said, 'we never had anyone come forward about that. All we know is that he stalks and tries to force his way into the lives of those he follows around. What his motive is, we have no idea. He never spills anything when we interrogate him.'

'Fuck,' Sihtric groaned.

'Have you both noticed anything lately that could hint that Masema is still stalking you?' Hild asked, 'because trust me, he stops at nothing to get what he wants, whatever that is.'

'Gods, I- I don't know,' Sihtric said as he tried to collect his thoughts.

'The flowers,' you blurted out, 'the- the roses… he… he,' you gasped at the sudden realisation and looked at Sihtric, 'he was that guy at the Halloween party.'

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[starythewriter]

VINNIE HACKER X Y/N

JOKER X HARLEY QUINN MASQUERADE BALL

TW: rough sex.

KINKTOBER SPECIAL!

A/N: I do not know if I will contiune to make KINKTOBER stories for the reminder of October… if y’all really like this one then I might Aswell!

But trust me December will have a new special everyday!

you and vinnie had decided to go to a Halloween masquerade ball, you got ready dressing up as harley Quinn, while he dressed up as the joker.

once you were done you took some selfies, photos, and vinnie snapped you a photo…

he looked so fucking hot…

you started to think it all the things you would do to him while you were alone….

you put your phone down finishing your makeup.

you made sure to call up Jack Harlow, and urban. Jack was getting ready when you called.

urban picked up “hey my love… what’s up?”

Y/N: “urban… I have a question sir… what are you dressing up as for the masquerade ball?”

urban: “Batman… why?”

Y:N: “fun… sounds kinda hottt… I’ll be attending as harley quinn you know we should meet up… I wanna talk in person…”

you say clicking your tongue.

urban: “sounds perfect… let’s meet up by the entrance… since I’m coming with Jack and your coming with vinnie… signal to me and we’ll sneak off.”

he said with a smirk on his face.

you had such a bright smirk after that call… you were curios if Jack knew anything about your arrangement…

you finished up your pony tails and, headed towards the masquerade ball, you texted vinnie:

“hey Vincent… I’m headed to the masquerade ball”

“alright Y/N see you there. I’m going over Aswell.”

you quickly arrived you saw so many people, but urban, Jack and vinnie were yet to be there.

you went inside, coming across Jack…

who was dressed up as a vampire…

“hey Jack… how are you… you look fabulous…”

“I’m great Y/N… thank you… you look delicous”

you felt some sexual tension…

you grabbed a cup with red wine as a waiter passed by.

“thank you Jack… maybe I’ll let you have a taste…” rubbed your hand down his crotch to his knee….

you walked away graceful.

Jack Harlow’s POV: I saw Y/N’s beautiful harley Quinn costume… Y/N looked so hot, before Y/N walked off, they slid their hand down my crotch… I was so turned on… I kept my eye contact and felt… just entranced… I wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there… I saw Y/N walk towards vinnie…

I’m not sure what, Y/N was planning… but I couldn’t help but be intrigued even if I didn’t want to… I knew my soul was aching for Y/N.

Your POV:

you walked off seeing vinnie… but you saw urban too… urban was distracted so you rushed over to vinnie. you kissed him slowly… “fuck… Y/N… someones horny huh?”

“yes vin… I’ve been in a heat… glad to see you looking so hot”

“ you know… we could go into the bathrooms….”

“vin… *kiss* be patient… tonight is all about me… and you and the rest of them have to earn your time with me”

you giggled….

you surprised all 3, you wanted to let loose and just have fun tonight…

you walked off to urban, with your red wine almost finished… “hey urban… you look smoking hottt…”

you say Moaning at the end of your sentence…

“you look better… you know… I could use my strength to rip those fish nets off”

it was WAY, too early into the night for you to engage into any sexual fun…

but… “urban.. follow me”

you quickly led him,upstairs you slowly started to makeout with him… you didn’t give two fucks… you just needed someone.

URBAN’s POV: Y/N is… breath taking and just so sexy… I kept grinding up onto her… making her moan loudly… I was hoping that vinnie could hear… I was enjoying this so much…I feel like I can’t control myself when I’m around Y/N, slowly Y/N started to kiss my neck causing me to groan… I was so ready to start fucking her… but she grabbed my shoulders slowly grinding onto me… and have me a kiss before kneeling down…

“Y/N what are you doing?”

Y/N, didn’t answer… I let out a gigantic groan…. feeling Y/N, work my growing bulge with their mouth…

my pleasure was short lived as Y/N, stopped and left me with a kiss…

YOUR POV: you had some fun with urban, Jack and vinnie….

you kept walking around seeing cake auctions, all types of drinks.

you took some drinks and started to grove onto the dance floor having some fun…

you slowly made your way downstairs bumping back into vinnie…

“come here vinnie… let’s dance”

you both got into the 1st dance floor, dancing, grooving…

he spun you around…

you both were having the best time….

“Y/N…. your making me horny… let’s head over here”

he lead you into a room, their were low lights…

it was clearly gonna be used but you both didn’t care…

you slowly made out with vinnie…

his hands were all over your body… You knew he could be rough…but you wanted more…you felt yourself wanting more from him… you pulled away kissing him again… he pushed you on top of a table…your body was pressed against each other… he unbuttoned your shirt and ran his fingers along your stomach… he sucked on your breasts…

you moaned quietly…you could see the fire in his eyes… he wanted to take your clothes off but he wanted to do it slow…He moved down, slowly unbuttoning your pants… you could feel yourself hardening… you bit his lip asking him what he wants to do next… he smirked… “take it… I promise we can go slower…” you smiled at him… you unbuttoned his dress shirt pulling it off him, you kissed him deeply, his lips were moving against yours… he started to rub your clit through your underwear.

You moaned loudly as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm…you moaned softly against his lips trying to hold back… he kissed your neck and bit it… “fuck vinnie! I’m so close!” he kissed you and started to push your underwear down your legs…

you moaned louder… you felt your pussy starting to get wet… you reached behind you grabbing your panties off and tossing them aside…

you felt your pussy starting to drip.

you felt urbane…

you started kissing vinnie… you both were in sync, as you started to thrust into vinnie… He moaned as you hit him in just the right spot… you moaned louder, feeling the orgasm starting to build…

“VINCE!!! I AM SO CLOSE!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Vincent pulled out…

he was dripping with sweat… he was breathing heavily. He grabbed you and helped you up… you were both still panting heavily…… you both made out some more… slowly you both got redressed and spent the rest of the night together…

THE END!

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[g4yforethan]

and they were roommates

pairing: chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: reader moves in with chad and after a party, they both confess their feelings for each other! 

note: no smut in this one because i’m too scared to write that but it might be coming sooner than u think ;)

it was the beginning of the school year and you had decided to transfer over to Blackmore University. you heard horror stories about the dorm rooms and felt that maybe searching for an apartment would be a safer and better idea. you finally found a listing online and that a student attending Blackmore was looking for a roommate as well. you submitted an application and after a day or two, you were accepted. you were excited but also nervous to meet your new roommate. you got to your apartment and knocked on the door with boxes in your hands. “hi there! you must be my new roommate. i’m guessing because of all of those boxes you’re carrying. need a little help?” he held the door open and grabbed a few of the boxes and walked you into your room. “thanks for the help! don’t got a lot of upper-body strength on me unlike you. i mean because it looks like you workout a lot.” he laughed at your awkwardness and secretly found it cute. “i mean i try to hit the gym as much as i can. hasn’t been the same since high school though.” 

you laughed even though you couldn’t relate because instead of doing sports, you spent after school online and in bed.”so lemme guess, you go to Blackmore?” “how could you tell?” you point to his hoodie which says Blackmore University. “i mean it’s pretty comfy you know” you laugh and found his humor enjoyable and pretty cute. you talked for a lil while and he left to go attend class while you stayed setting up your room. after getting your mattress into your room and a long day of setting up your posters all over your day, you decided to take a break for the rest of the night. chad came back from class and asked if you were down for a pizza and movie night to make you feel more comfortable adjusting to the new apartment. you said yes and later that night you two sat down with your pizza to watch the new evil dead movie. every time there was a jumpscare, you screamed which made chad laugh and secretly he found this adorable. by the end of the movie, you had fallen asleep so chad put a blanket over you and let you sleep on the couch. when he tried to go to his room quietly, chad hit his foot on the side of the table and tried not to scream. you woke up to the bang but still kept your eyes closed. he whispered “hope i didn’t wake you up pretty boy” you blushed and continued to go back to sleep. 

a month or two had passed and everything was good. halloween was right around the corner and you and chad had talked about going. “come on, you need to go this party. it’s time y/n finally makes his move on a girl and show her what’s up.” you rolled your eyes and laughed because you figured it was pretty obvious you weren’t interested in girls at all and thought chad had received the message one night when he caught you belting to ariana grande. nonetheless, you agreed to go to the party but didn’t know what exactly to wear. once the night of the party came, you made a quick stop to party city to grab a super mario hat and a small mustache. you came back to put on a red shirt and called it a night. “super mario huh? can i be your princess peach? “cute chad. what are you supposed to be?” “i’m kind of going with sexy cowboy for tonight. have to show the ladies what lifting 150 pounds looks like.” it was around 9 pm when you two of you left your apartment and made your way into the party. there, you spotted tara, anika, and mindy. you figured tara was dressed as a pirate, anika as a pumpkin?, and mindy looked like she didn’t even dress up. 

the four of you talked about college and plans afterwards. soon, the talk was about you and chad. “so y/n, plan on making a move on my brother?” you almost spit out your drink. “what are you talking about?” “oh come on, i mean it’s kinda obvious that you’ve been crushing on him. all the times you’ve zoned off staring at him, always laughing at his jokes, always complimenting him.” you started to realize that you were extremely obvious when it came to be around your crush and confessed that you found chad cute but didn’t know if he had a thing for...guys. “i mean i think chad is open to anyone but i don’t think he just feels like telling anyone” mindy explained. you spotted him dancing with ethan landry who you have met a few amounts of time but found him a little awkward. you built the courage to go talk to him after taking two shot of tequila. “hey guys how’s it going?” “y/n, it is going great. just here with my buddy ethan landry about to catch a meal!” you could tell chad was totally drunk out of his mind and asked him if he wanted to go back to the apartment and rest. “nah i’m fine. you ain’t gotta worry about me. im A-okay.” he began to stumble his way back into the kitchen for more shots and that when you realized things weren’t gonna end well. you grabbed him and told him it would be best to go home. he agreed and the both of you left for home. 

the walk from the party was only a 5 minute distance. while on the way home, you had to keep a hold of chad and make sure he didn’t fall straight on the floor. soon enough, you two had finally arrived at your apartment. you walked to chad to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. “do you want anything? water? ginger-ale? “a water would be fine for now. my head feels like shit” “i’ll get you a tylenol too.” soon after, you came back into the room with the water and tylenol. while chad was resting, he had taken off his cowboy hat and you decided to put it on. “you know you look pretty cute with my hat on.” “aww thank you. you look pretty cute just being you.” you cringed at yourself for the middle school compliment you just gave him. “haha, thank you for that wonderful compliment” while the two of you talked, chad mentioned that he had wished he was with you during the party. “oh come on, you don’t mean that.” “i do tho y/n. i mean, you’re the only one that really knows me besides mindy of course. ever since you’ve moved in with me, i’ve just fallen in love with you. your smile, your personality, everything about you just makes me feel so happy.” you took note that chad was still pretty drunk but you started to tear up at what he was saying. “i-i don’t know what to say. i mean, i’ve kinda felt the same for you for a pretty long time now but i didn’t know if you were into guys or not and i just didn’t wanna push any boundary or make things awk-” he pulls your face towards and leans you in for a kiss. the two of you continue to kiss for a good 5 minutes before pulling out to breathe. “how was that?” chad asked you but you were still panting for air which chad found hot and kinda turned him on. “that was really good. it would be even better if you did it some more.” he answered your request and grabbed you onto his lap. you began to grind on him and he started to feel on your waist while you started to kiss on his neck and muscles. you took your shirt off and he started to kiss on your chest which made you moan in pleasure. as the night continued, the two of you had finished your make-out session. “so, does that mean we’re together?” you asked chad while you laid on top of his chest. “we’ll have to see. kinda want to test the waters first.” you laughed and kissed him and began to fall asleep. “yeah, you’re mine pretty boy.” he admired you and played with your hair as he too started to fall asleep.

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[chaoscriess]

hi hi hi ! ik i just started following, but i dig your stuffs ! was hoping to request 130 with ghostface bc i need it, thanks for your time friend !

yeah yeah absolutely!! u earned a follow for your kind words :') this prompt gave me smut vibes so I added that to the end, there will be a warning incase that's not what u wanted

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 130.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, ghostface, knives, kinda dubcon but not really cause reader has a crush on ghostface. reader takes off his mask during the smut but doesnt see his face

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎! smut after the second gif, daddy kink, choking, degrading mixed with praise, spanking 😁 dirty talk during sex, idfk for some people that's an ick, kinda a breeding kink, yes I know it's not realistic for them to cum at the same time but I do not give a flying futuristic frog fuck.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I loved this. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no indication of which ghostface it is but ghostface is male so,,yeah. afab reader but theres no indication of that until the smut

ghostface x reader

it was halloween! finally!

you had been waiting since early august for halloween to come and it finally did

it was nearing midnight, and the sound of children knocking on your front door had finally come to a halt

so now you were sitting on your couch and piling leftover candy into your mouth

you were very glad you bought extra this year

you were watching a movie on your tv, some indie horror film your roommate recommended to you

it wasnt great, but you still enjoyed it enough to keep watching it

honestly, the only reason you kept watching it was because the killer was really fucking hot

it reminded you of something... what was it..?

oh, right.

that killer that had been terrorizing your town

you didnt know who was under the mask, but you couldn't keep yourself from fantasizing about being kissed by him, held by him...fucked by him.

honestly, he was hot.

really fucking hot.

you were just about to fall asleep when you got a call

"hello..?" you were curious as to who would be calling this late. "hello, y/n." oh shit. that fucking voice, that was ghostface! fucking ghostface, holy shit. "hey ghosty" you decided to fuck with him, not caring why he was calling. "excuse me? call me that again and I'll gut you like a fucking fish." your face scrunched up, and you huffed, sinking into your couch. "okay fine, jeez. what do you want, anyways?" he chuckled in response and you heard a tap on your window. you turned your head as fast as you could, your heart was racing now. you wouldn't admit it, but you were scared.

you heard floorboards creak behind you and felt a hand on your shoulder. suddenly, you couldn't breath, you couldn't think, and you couldn't move. this was not like the movies. not at all.

for some reason, he spared you.

sliced up your arm a bit, but he didnt kill you.

you wondered why

a week later, you found out why.

how? well, he visited you again. but this time, it was for a different reason.

just as you were about to go to bed, you heard someone step into your room. huh, that's weird, nobody was supposed to be awake

whatever, you were too tired to care.

but when you felt someone get into bed with you and wrap their arms around you, you got up and almost screamed

but when you looked on your bed and didn't see anything, you wondered if you were just half asleep or going crazy

until you felt someone put their hand over your mouth and wrap their arm around your waist.

you were fucking terrified

"what's wrong, darling? 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴." he sat his chin on your shoulder, taking in your scent. he chuckled and hummed to himself, the room was silent besides your heavy breathing and he could hear your heartbeat.

18+! smut starts here!

"if I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise to be good for me? you gonna be a good little pet for ghosty?" shit, why was he here? and why the hell did he call himself ghosty? did he like it when you called him that? damn, you made a whole ass serial killer a simp for you. to be honest, you felt like god. you nodded eagerly at his words and smirked when he slowly and hesitantly took his hand off your mouth. "ghosty, huh?" he scoffed and wrapped his hand around your throat harshly, shutting you up quickly.

he dropped the hand that was around your waist down into your pants and began rubbing you through your underwear. you could hear him groan softly under his mask and you heard his breathing pick up, he was obviously turned on. you smirk again and let out a moan, just to see how he'd respond. he tightened his grip on your neck and told you to be quiet, and you remembered that your roommates were asleep. your smirk widened as you reached upwards, taking off his mask and tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping roughly as you moaned again.

he pulled away and harshly pushed you onto the bed, pushing your face into your pillow before pulling your pants and underwear down and smacking your ass. "so pretty.. all for me". you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he ran his thumb along your cunt, picking up your juices and using it as a lube to rub your clit. he muttered 'god, so fucking wet' and pulled up his robe, pulling down his pants before entering you harshly.

you cried out at the pain and lack of warning or prep, but soon the pleasure overcame the pain as he roughly thrusted into you at a fast pace. you didn't care that your roommates were asleep, your moans were all you could hear now besides the sound of his hand hitting your ass repeatedly. "shit, shit, shit! fuck, daddy, feels so good!" he laughed at you as he kept his pace but raised your ass in the air to get a better angle into your cunt.

"shit, such a pretty little cockwhore. you love my dick, dont you baby?" you nodded quickly, too cock dumb to speak. "use your fucking words, slut". jesus, he really wants you to talk? well fuck him, you're too tired. he scoffed at your silence and smacked your ass, harder than he had before. you moaned loudly at the pain mixed with pleasure and tried your best to form an intelligible sentence.

"yes! fuck yes, I love your cock! fuck, wont ever fuck anyone else! just you daddy! so fucking good!" he smiled at you and reached forward to grip your throat as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his high. you were nearing your orgasm as well, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you pushed your hips back to meet his cock with every thrust. he squeezed your throat one last time as you came, your pussy was squeezing around him, leading him to do the same and you felt him finish inside you. after a few more thrusts, you felt him pull out.

when you didnt hear him for a few minutes, you turned around. you were confused as to why you didnt hear anything, but it clicked when you saw your window open. that dick, he left you laying there all fucked out.

yeah, your roommates definitely heard you. and he definitely came back the next day.

and the next, and the next

and probably the day after that

but you never once complained

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