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cait-sith · 4 months
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October 2023, 20: Sea
The abyss stares back.
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potatochip-oc-dump · 3 months
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Cringetober Day 12 - Niche Interest
I survived the art challenge for ah... 10 or 11 days! new record! I won't force myself to finish it since I'm so busy (and Burnout) so take this prompt that I accidentally did early :3c
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theamalgaverse · 1 year
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The group dynamic sort of? I’m gonna be frank, i just wanted to redraw the Livesey walk meme and got a bit carried away…
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poke-is-a-dork · 6 months
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Inktober day 7! Using the prompt 'Trickster' from danikatze's prompt list!
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centeris2 · 2 years
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Brain: heyyyyy have you thought about doing Kinktober or some other prompt list this year? Maybe Whumptober? Me: I haven’t finished Kinktober from a few years ago. Maybe if you wanted to help with that... Brain: Have you considered writing a long ramble about how Star Stable isn’t good at foreshadowing? Or  about the events/festivals and what has worked for you and what hasn’t? Or about champs? Or Me: Yes, I have. That’s why I have a list of things I can write about if you ever wanted to cooperate.
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u3pxx · 6 months
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you two can't just "ah... eto bleh" your way out of this one!
finally got to draw for ineffablerevau october! wanted to make something for the first day's prompt, "meet the cast", so i can finally introduce eve young here too! :^D and hey, better [looks at smudged writing on hand] 14 days late for the prompt instead of never, yea? extra stuff under read more!
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really most of my ideas for anything are just "wouldn't it be silly if" or sometimes the occasional "wouldn't it be fucked up if" but that's bc i like tragedy and hurt </3 so i've had the idea of wouldn't it be neat if eve was trans in this au, just for fun DFGHDJ
she fractured her rib during football practice and then realized in the nurse's office "i think im a girl" ASKSKS (it was a long time coming but the rib thing was a catalyst pftt /j) (also get it, the rib thing, because she's EV
edit: forgot to mention her colors are an inverse of adam's colors!
once again and always, thank you to the gomens support group in the minibang server bc y'all always have such fun ideas and i love talking to yall <33 thank u for handling my insane and acoustic ramblings about my au very nicelys <33 ASKSKS
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i also was thinking of giving crowley short hair for this one except I'm so used to him with the longer hair DFGHFJ, but then i remembered i made his hair timeline reversed in this so instead he has short hair 11 years before that he just grew longer pftt
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moonstruckme · 6 months
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This celebration is so cute ahhhh
Two Ghosts - send autumn/Halloween-specific prompts!
anyway, imagine picking out your halloween costume with the marauders
Remus is so supportive of whatever (as long as you don't make him do anything too weird), James wants to do something that matches, and Sirius is all like "this one would make your tits look great, ah babe this one would show off your lovely thighs, I've always wanted to fuck a nurse :)"
I hope I'm doing this right, this is my first time having the pleasure of participating in a celebration!
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You're good, lovely! Thanks for participating :)
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poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 474 words
“No,” Remus says as Sirius comes pulls up yet another picture of a group costume. “Pads, my one condition is that I get to be fully clothed. I’m not going to change my mind.” 
“But we’d look so hot as the sexy Scooby Doo gang,” Sirius whines, but when Remus’ expression doesn’t change, he switches tactics. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to see me in a collar, Moony.” 
Remus rolls his eyes, seemingly unaffected. “I could have you in a collar anytime I wanted to. Next.” 
“Ooh, I like this one!” James says, swiveling his laptop around for you all to see. “We could be smurfs!”
Sirius sighs heavily, tipping his head back against the couch cushions. “None of you sees the vision,” he laments. 
While you can’t say you’re totally on board with Sirius’ plan of walking around in essentially underwear on what’s bound to be a chilly night, you agree with him about this one. 
“I don’t love the idea of painting my face and everything blue,” you tell James gently. “Haven’t you seen the videos where it won’t come off?”
“What if we just all went as ghosts,” Remus suggests, patting James’ head consolingly when he pouts. “It’s simple, it’s easy, we all already have sheets.” 
“Ghosts,” Sirius says severely, “are not hot.” 
“You know what else isn’t going to be hot?” Remus counters. “The weather, on October thirty first.” 
“I’m sure we can find a compromise,” you say, moving further onto Sirius’ lap before he can get too amped up. You lean your head against his chest placatingly, looking at the screen of his laptop. “Merlin, these are skimpy.” 
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sirius murmurs, kissing the crown of your head absentmindedly. He scrolls a bit further, and then you feel him perk up in excitement even before he speaks. “Okay, okay, compromise: nurses and doctor. Rem, you can be a doctor if you want to wear, like, pants or whatever—” he shakes his head as if such a desire is unbelievable “—but the rest of us can be sexy nurses. Look, sweetheart, this neckline will make your tits look great.” 
You gaze at the tiny bits of white fabric covering the model in the picture, dread settling like a weight in your gut. “It’s…a lot of skin.”
“Yup.” Sirius nods, pleased with himself. “Gotta show it off, sweet thing. And I get to show you off in the process.” 
James gets up, peering over your shoulders to see. “Merlin,” he breathes. “Alright, I’m willing to freeze my ass off if you guys are. So long as we’re doing it together, yeah?” 
“We’re gonna be so cold,” you agree.
“Aw, don’t worry sweetheart.” Sirius rubs your shoulder eagerly. “I’m sure Moony will lend you his doctor’s coat if you need it, won’t you handsome?”
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cloveroctobers · 4 months
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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 11. Evan “Buck” Buckley
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A/N: my man, my man, my man!! Hopefully we get to see you soon and I can actually get the nerve to finish season six—I only have maybe 4 episodes left? Then I’ll dive into 9-1-1 lone star while we wait. Regardless I thought this would be funny and a little creepy to write so here we are! Enjoy 😉
Synopsis: Buck loves the new house you live in together and although you’re not crazy about it…you decide to pull a prank on your boyfriend to liven up the place that perhaps leads to you opening doors for a uninvited guest?
PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE & I’m using: A buys a crappy sound machine and plants it in the house. While it plays ghost noises and spooky sounds, A hopes they can convince B that the place is haunted. + “Come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”
*GIF BELONGS TO: @911edit
<- read my previous anthology prompt here.
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“BABE!” Buck yelled into your ear after pulling the headphone away.
You flinch as you stand up straight from the kitchen island and away from your overnight oats, “Yes?” You press with raised brows.
Buck waves his hands around, “you don’t hear that?”
“Hear what?” You question, pausing the podcast and resting your headphones to lay around your neck, “I didn’t even know you were home.”
Buck immediately frowns, “don’t tell me that. That means anybody could be hiding in here and you wouldn’t even know because of those stupid things.”
“You bought them for me.”
“Yeah to use at the gym and keep those meathead douchebags away while I’m not around.” Buck explained which made you smirk with a roll of your eyes.
“Listen,” Buck said again as you moved around the modern kitchen (that you hated) to place the now empty bowl and spoon into the sink.
Placing a hand on your hip you glance around the new open floor plan home that you and Buck moved into together. The modern contemporary home was such a contrast from the outside to the inside with its exterior being too boxy for your liking but you enjoyed the black exterior and the courtyard and pool. The inside was much lighter, from white to cream walls, along with the high ceilings which made the home feel bigger and instantly sold Buck who believed this would be your forever home.
You on the other hand were not convinced but nobody could ever say you weren’t open to trying new experiences. It’s only been four months settling in and there were still some things you wanted to change like: mainly the wall colors but Buck was convinced furniture and decor could replace that urge.
Sighing you say, “I don’t hear anything Ev,” you tap the sink on, “maybe you should lay down? Was it a rough day?”
“No, it was a breeze.” Buck fanned his hand along before resting them both flat against the White Island counter, “…maybe it’s a bird or something?”
“Well what exactly did it sound like?”
“Like scratching. Kinda like Pearla when she tries to sneak into our room at night,” Buck answers before glancing around, “matter of fact, where is she?”
“At the groomers. She won’t be ready until after four,” you inform Buck of the whereabouts of your old English sheepdog.
Buck dips his head, looking at his watch, “it’s 3:42.”
“Shoot! time does really get away from me,” you widen your eyes as you quickly finish washing the dishes before spinning around to shove it into the dishwasher.
Buck nods his head, “I’ll drive.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Buck shrugs his shoulders, “it’s a nice crisp day and…I don’t want you having any accidents considering your hearing isn’t the best right now.” He playfully lifts the headphones from your neck to place down while you roll your eyes again.
You lean towards him smug, “ah, I see what this is…you’re scared to stay here by yourself because of this imaginary noise you’re hearing.”
“I’m not! And i don’t think it’s in my head.” Buck defended while you went over to the couch to shove your hoodie back over your gym attire.
“Uh huh,” you say as Buck scoffs ready to plead his case as you lock up the home behind you.
The next time Buck hears the noise is around 3am when you’re both tucked away at the back of the home in bed. It’s not a pleasant sound as his eyes snap open to the darkness of the room, the moaning and creaking almost sounds like a mixture of a whale and the cracking of a ship that meets the bottom of the ocean. Buck knows he should stop clicking on random things on YouTube before bed that leads him down a deep dive but this isn’t the first time he’s hearing that groaning sound.
It was brief before on his day off while you were at work and he was lounging on the couch watching some twisted documentary about Russ McKamey. Buck tried to brush it off as something that was on screen since it stopped when he paused the television but he couldn’t hear it while watching again. Was this truly in his head? He started to think but here he was— technically—the third time hearing the noise for much longer.
When he peaks over at you with your back to him, he lightly grips your shoulder and leans over to see that you’re still fast asleep and sits up in bed. By the edge of the bed, he spots Pearla on the floor with her fluffy ears perked up and Buck nods his head.
“You hear it too, girl? I know I’m not going crazy!” Buck whisper-yells to the dog who’s definitely more alert than you are.
Buck’s crawling out of bed with Pearla at his ankles, taking a deep inhale he opens the bedroom door to peak down the left of the hallway towards the front of the new home and only sees darkness. Pausing for a moment he listens for the noise again but the home is eerily quiet.
Buck stands there for at least two minutes before he considers closing the door but the creaking starts up again, sending Pearla flying out of the room barking as she tries to locate the noise first.
“Pearla!” Buck yells for the dog who disappears down the hallway and out of sight.
He blows a whistle with his fingers to get her attention, stepping into the hallway now but Pearla is nowhere to be seen. When he glances over his shoulder back in your direction, you’re still in fact sound asleep. Usually you’re the light sleeper out of the pair but somehow in this early morning, you’re having a grand time in dreamland.
Reaching for the doorknob, Buck slowly pulls the door closed with a soft click and begins taking the path to the main areas of the home. Pass the three bedrooms and the half bath on the left, Buck scans the dining room, kitchen, and living room to find it all empty. Confusion is written all over Buck’s face as he stands in the center of the home, hands on his hips as he’s searching but…for what?
The groaning picks up again just as a touch goes to his hips. Buck yelps, whipping around to face you who’s actually holding their composure. Buck holds onto his chest ready to let out a exhale but the look you cast behind your shoulder then back to meet Buck’s island water eyes you say, “the house is haunted.”
“What?” Buck let’s out a full exhale, trying to calm his heart rate.
You swallow, hands still holding onto Buck’s hips, “I hear it too.”
He tightens his jaw, ears picking up on the noise but now it’s the loudest it’s ever been, making you grip your very sensitive ears.
“Wait here,” Buck suggests, hands flexing as he picks up a fire poker that was left leaning against the industrial bookcase from his old apartment, “it sounds like it’s coming from the laundry room.”
You huff, feet slapping against the floor as you latch right onto the back of his shirt, “hell no! You’re not leaving me behind in this sketchy house.”
“Ohhh,” Buck sing songs, “now it’s sketchy but when I said it’s been weird lately you tell me I need a nap.”
You hiss, “be quiet, we’re supposed to be stealthy when sneaking up on a ghost.”
“I wasn’t aware that you had experience with the paranormal.” Buck looks back at you with a frown before slowly leading the way back towards the bedrooms.
“I’ve seen ghost whisperer you know?”
“…am i supposed to know what that is?”
“It’s a show Maddie and I are currently binge watching, now ssh!” Your attempt to silence the man was met but Buck used this silence to steady his heartbeat.
If this house was truly haunted then it was going to be hard to explain this to the insurance company when he’s done tearing up the place.
And we all know Buck’s not afraid of some action. His arm goes out to shield you as you both slide up against the wall opposite of the door that leads into the small laundry room. Buck couldn’t hear Pearla’s barking anymore and she did go in the opposite direction so he hoped whatever this is, didn’t harm your beloved dog.
“On my count,” Buck signals peering at you shortly to make sure you understood where he was going with this, “three…two…”
Of course he didn’t say “one” as he pushed the door back, revealing the very normal looking laundry room. Everything appeared in tack as Buck stepped into the room, hand reaching out to shove some clothes on the rack aside and then checking the cabinets above the washer and dryer.
“Huh,” Buck hummed before pulling the appliances open to find them both empty, “nothing.”
When he turns to face you, you’re hugging yourself but your brows are still furrowed in disbelief. He reaches to flick the light off and steps towards you to exit the room but a screeching noise picks up yet again. Instead of it sounding like it’s in the laundry room, it’s appears as if it’s coming from back towards the front of the home.
“No freaking way!” Buck yells, bringing the fire poker up like a bat as he runs down the hallway.
You scream at his back, “stop running towards danger you idiot!”
Buck ignores you, following the sound right to the pantry door, which is closed shut. He wastes no time, pulling the door back to reveal a gray and white Pearla fleeing from the room with a whine. Buck almost recoils at how loud the sound is coming from the pantry but steps in anyway, looking around the spacious storage room until the door shuts right behind him.
He tries the knob but to no avail, he turns back to the dark room, dropping down into a push up motion to check underneath the shelves. The thirty year old was just waiting to see something further unusual but got back to his feet just to be shoved towards the shelves.
Buck steadies his hands out in front of himself, catching himself against the shelves but not without the goods crashing onto the floor. He spins back around as the cracking noise picks up, almost making his teeth ache at the sound but that doesn’t stop him from swinging the fire poker wildly in the air. He’s not sure when the poker breaks one of the shelves but he spots a flash of red way at the top behind a acrylic container.
Panting Buck begins latching and crawling up on the shelves and swipes a hand across the top shelf, knocking the contents onto the floor to spot some sort of machine that suddenly shoots a weak steam of fog his way, followed by the creaking sound. Buck presses on top of it which sends out that screeching sound that makes Buck slip at the upsetting noise.
He’s shouting your name once he aims his footing right, landing back on it but not without the machine slipping right towards his face and knocking Buck off balance.
“I’m just glad it’s not broken,” you say for what felt like the thirteenth time as you hold the door open; ten am later that morning, leading your boyfriend back into your shared home that Buck secretly didn’t want to come back to.
The bandage on his bruised and cut up nose was prominent but Buck still sported a small smile on his face. “See what happens when you try to prank me. Now you have to tell everyone that I did in fact fight a ghost.”
The pantry door was jammed by the time you got to Buck, hearing him calling your name and Pearla barking for your attention. It wasn’t something it commonly did but you just deemed it as your anxiety getting the best of you, struggling to get it open. You were in on a bet with Chimney and Hen since Eddie (surprisingly) and Bobby didn’t want to participate—that you could convince Buck that your new home was haunted.
However you weren’t expecting for him to go investigating and get smacked in the face with the crap ghost machine you purchased off eBay. You were just happy that you weren’t the cause of Buck almost breaking his nose (you didn’t intend for the machine to slide off the shelf) but everything else you’ll take responsibility for.
“Sit,” you ordered Buck by his arms who laughed at you going into your nurturing role, “you know they’ll never believe that right?”
Buck kicks his feet up along the couch with a sigh, “but it could be a plot twist x2 with there actually being some haunted vibes going on. I mean…you did set me up.”
You pout as stood in the kitchen, “it was supposed to be all in good fun but then you had to go Rambo—being Buck. Did I mention how sorry I am?”
Buck laughs, “it’s just a scratch,” as Pearla jumps up beside him to rest her head in his lap, “it’ll heal and I can take a joke but just know…you did start a prank war for the rest of this fall season. You have no idea what you just unleashed.”
You didn’t like how Buck was rubbing his hands together in wicked joy but you’ll learn to deal with it.
“Yeah that’s what Maddie said,” you mumbled as you pulled open the fridge, “so before you come up with those ideas…I can make you your favorite breakfast.”
Buck grins, “that’ll be nice but I’d prefer a cuddle first.”
“Is your head hurting?”
Buck lolls his head, “I told you babe, I feel fine. Now get over here.”
You make a cross motion as you cautiously step over to Buck who shakes his head at you with a grin. Once you’re close enough, he reaches for your sweatshirt to yank you to his other side since Pearla made her claim on his left.
“Now that I know I’m not going crazy anymore, I can really enjoy this house with my two favorite people.” Buck curls a arm around you and rests the other along the back of the couch after patting Pearla’s head.
Resting your head against Buck’s chest you sink into the comfort each other. However that doesn’t last long with the sound of glass shattering from the mirror that once hung on the wall above the wooden chest that contained the record player on top of it.
The silence is almost deafening now as the both of you watch the pieces of the mirror decorate the floor.
Buck says, “Come on, if there was ever a time to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”
You knew a broken mirror was not a good sign and Buck started to feel like it wasn’t really all in his head as the flashes of what happened earlier this morning played back in his head. It couldn’t just be the trash machine you bought whenever and Buck really wasn’t that clumsy to trip over his feet so what gives?
Spookiness can be fun but Buck could always sense when things didn’t exactly feel right anymore? He believed in the full moon, mercury in retrograde and he strongly believed in when things weren’t just a good scare.
“So you agree, we should go house hunting?”
Again? Buck hated the process when he was on his own but with you it felt nice, like there was a definite future to look forward to.
“Yeah,” Buck states, “I think I’m done ghost hunting for awhile.”
“Hell yeah you are.” You respond, keeping your eyes towards the area just in case you saw something else that didn’t sit right with you; while reaching for your phone.
The both of you didn’t bother to debate over where you would be escaping to for the night as you searched your contacts for your realtor and fast.
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Continue with my fall anthology prompts here.
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demetris-cocksleeve · 6 months
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🚨WHOOP WHOOP IT'S THE SOUND OF DA POLICE🚨
I've decided to do Kinktober even though I can never seem to finish it😂
Maybe this year lol
32 prompts, 16 days as following:
Somnophillia + Body Worship x Twilight Felix Volturi (Fem Reader) October 1st
Corruption + Anal x The Arcana Count Lucio (Male Reader) October 3rd
Public Sex + Brat Taming x Obey Me Satan (GN Reader) October 5th
Nipple Play + Fingering x AHS Tate Langdon (Fem Reader) October 7th
Breeding Kink + Creampie x MHA Keigo Takami (Fem Reader) October 9th
Size Kink + Cumflation x Twilight Emmett Cullen (Fem Reader) October 11th
Pain + Humiliation x Twilight Alec Volturi/Jane Volturi (No Twincest) (GN Reader) October 13th
Cock Warming + Bullying x Obey Me Solomon (Male Reader) October 15th
Bondage + Lingerie x The Arcana Julian Devorak (Fem Reader) October 17th
Mirror Sex + Spanking x MHA Aizawa Shouta (Male Reader) October 19th
Voice Kink + Dirty Talk x Twilight Demetri Volturi (GN Reader) October 21st
FemDom + Edging x Twilight Jane Volturi (Male Reader) October 23rd
Breathplay + Blowjob x Twilight Jasper Hale (GN Reader) October 25th
Uniform + Authority Kink x Twilight Charlie Swan (Fem Reader) October 27th
Doctor Play + Exhibitionism x Twilight Carlisle Cullen (Fem Reader) October 29th
Monster Fucking + DubCon x Obey Me Leviathan (Fem Reader) October 31st
Wax Play + Choking x MHA Shouto Todoroki (Fem Reader) October 28th
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snaillock · 3 months
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prompt 1 and/or 6 w Shidou or Karasu x male! reader? i’m fine w gn! as well :)) thank youu <33
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this was supposed to be a halloween themed fic since i got this in october but….. also can’t believe ive never written for shidou b4 holy shit
prompt 1: "what are you do-" "look, now we match!" (feat. shidou ryusei) tags: male!reader
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you stood outside in the dark for god knows how long until you finally saw your boyfriend’s car pull up to the curb. you opened the door and quickly got in to escape the cold.
“took you long en- ah! oh god!” you yelped as you took in the sight before you. your odd eccentric little boyfriend, shidou, in the driver’s seat. not only was his face completely covered in face paint, making his usual tanned skin completely white, but it also had a red line of lipstick smeared across his lips, paired with dark smokey eyeshadow. all of that topped off with bright green hair worn down which was a very rare sight.
“jesus christ ryu… why do you look like that? why are you dressed as the joker?” you asked frantically, “don’t we have a party to get to right now?”
“chill out babe… it’s a costume party anyway,” he grinned at your startled reaction, “i didn’t tell you before ‘cause you would totally back out if i did.”
“yeah, you’re right. i definitely would,” you let out a resigned sigh before running your fingers through his now neon green hair. “did you really dye your hair for this costume?” you asked.
“don’t worry,” shidou said nonchalantly, slightly leaning into the touch, “it’s just a temporary dye. one wash and i’ll be back to normal.”
“right, ‘normal,’” you muttered before checking if any green got on your hand. which thankfully, none did. “well i don’t have any costume and i don’t wanna be that fucking guy who shows up to a costume party with no costume so i guess we just gotta cancel plans.” you said, in hopes you can finally escape the party you just didn’t feel like attending.
“wait! don’t worry, i got the perfect thing for that! just close your eyes,” shidou said before rustling through a shopping bag he had in the back seat.
“oh god,” you mumbled before hesitantly closing your eyes, “what are you do-“
you grunted when your words got interrupted by his hands slipping something onto your head and over your face.
“tada!” he said triumphantly as he released whatever hard plasticky material he just placed over your head, “look, now we match!”
you glanced at the overhead mirror to see a mask now on your face, specifically a batman mask. the hard black material stopping right above your nostrils. it suited the long black coat that you just so happened to wear tonight very well, too well actually.
“ryu… are we really going to this party as batman and the joker?” you said apprehensively as you stared at yourself in the mirror with a subtle scowl, unsure of going out like this.
“yeah, come on! it’s just another one of my genius ideas.” he leaned over and wrapped his arm around your shoulders while you glared at him, knowing how his “genius” plans usually go.
you rolled your eyes, though deep down his antics had you feeling slightly amused. you then sighed, “oh what am i gonna do with you, ryu?”
he admired the way you two looked in the tiny mirror with a large grin on his face exaggerated by his dramatic makeup. “god, we look fucking awesome. we’re gonna be the hottest couple in there.”
he then gave you a big and obnoxiously loud kiss on your cheek, leaving a red lip print behind, before starting up the car.
“woah ryu, you’re about to cause a big scandal if batman gets caught kissing the joker.” you let out a soft laugh, playing into his antics, as you wiped the makeup off with your hand. the crack in your unsure demeanor only makes him laugh along with you.
“oh we are so winning the costume contest i signed us up for.”
“wait, you did what?!”
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i looked up batman masks on google images and i’m giggling why do they look so fucking goofy
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deja-yu · 6 months
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Autumn nights 1/? Twilight - Jeong Yunho
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Genre: Fluff (x gn neutral)
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Note: I will be writing some small stuff here and there in between writing my bigger Halloween fics for october. Feel free to send in prompts or members you want to see, these will be on the shorter side!
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For you Yunho would forgo a lot of things, just to have you close, he'd gladly log off and rewatch twilight for the 3rd time.
The switch from the noisy fan blasting in your face in an attempt to survive the hot summer days to the fuzzy blanket you use to keep yourself warm on the now rainy days indicated the start of your favourite season. Twilight is playing and Yunho is tracing shapes on your legs that you draped over his lap as soon as he sat down ten minutes ago. There was a comfortable silence between you two, you didn’t expect him to stop playing valorant to come watch a movie he has already seen (with you) on at least two different occasions. But he wordlessly joined you on the couch after kissing your head and setting down a cup of tea for you on the table. 
The movie is moving past the mid-way point but you have been sneaking glances at your boyfriend ever since he sat down. He had showered earlier after he returned from work and was in some comfy sweats with fluffy hair that still smelled like your shampoo. He looks absolutely adorable but you quickly look back at the tv when you see the side of his mouth quirk up. “You’re not watching the movie” You try to feign innocence with a hum. Yunho unexpectedly pulls at your legs, you squeak as you slide down further onto the couch. Soon after he is looming over you, hands caging you underneath him. “Am I more interesting? I thought you were team Edward and here you are looking at me instead of him” you scoff “Actually I am team Charlie” both of you giggle, screams coming from the tv make both your head turn. “Why do you like this movie so much?” shrugging you look back at your boyfriend above you. “It’s fun, I mean I definitely miss being young and not seeing how toxic these boys are but” you wave an arm towards the tv “vampires and stuff” Yunho chuckles above you. “Vampires huh? That’s your thing?” quirking his eyebrows at you with a sparkle in his eyes. 
“Oh no” “Oh yes” you squeal when he dives in and starts attacking your neck with little bites. He has you giggling helplessly as you try and get his hands off your sides to stop him from tickling you. Not having any luck, you opt for squeezing his cheeks in your hands to pull him away from your neck. You laugh at him squeezed between your hands but he just gives you a dopey smile. He relents his attack and supports his upper body again. Resting on his elbows, a lot closer to your face than before. His body is resting on top of yours but it’s comforting more than anything. A blush creeps over your face as he seems to study every feature on your face. “Kiss me” It comes out soft, nothing more than a breath. His smile widening lets you know he heard you though. Leaning down he connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. There is no rush and the movie is barely a background sound, all you can feel and think about is Yunho. But you feel yourself grow desperate for him, your hands finding their way into his hair. Tugging at the strands a groan rumbles from his chest. In response he nibbles your lower lip before pulling away from your lips, finding his way back to your neck and leaving kisses in his wake. You whine wanting him to come back up to kiss you, his lips curl up in a smile against your skin. 
“Ah! What the hell!” you swat him away and pout as he comes up. “One last bite, you’re just too delicious to resist” he jokes, rolling your eyes at him for ruining the moment. He is quick to mend the peace by kissing you again. And how could you resist?
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siriusblackloml · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 - siriusblackloml
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intro: my first ever kinktober!! guys i am SO excited for this month and all the fun prompts i have planned hehe. for those who do not know, i am in school full time, student government, dance club, and am currently in practicum. ah! that's a lot! due to this full schedule, i will not be posting something for every day of october. sorry! maybe next year i'll make it up to you guys :) let's jump into the rules!
rules: i am NOT taking requests specifically for kinktober. yes, my inbox is still open, but i will not include any of your requests for my kinktober schedule. all of my writings will follow my typical rules/expectations. click this link to check out my rules and my character list! - these are only going to be blurbs, not necessarily a whole one shot!
schedule: the following list is the schedule i have set for myself this kinktober. if you want to be tagged in every post, please comment "TAG ME" on this post in order to added to my taglist!
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SIRIUSBLACKLOML KINKTOBER 2023 SCHEDULE October 2nd: Fingering | Harry Potter October 6th: Hickies | Ron Weasley October 9th: Getting head | Hermoine Granger October 13th: Blowjob | Neville Longbottom October 16th: Dom!Reader | Draco Malfoy October 20th: Dry humping | George Weasley October 23rd: Doggy | Spanking | Tom Riddle October 27th: Leash | Sirius Black October 30th: Breeding/Creampie | Remus Lupin October 31st: Soggy Cookie Challenge | Marauders
make sure to spread the word! can't wait to see y'all in october <3
TAGLIST: @calmspencer, @baddiebbarbietngz, @slytherclaw1978, @serendipitous-fernweh
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secretelephanttattoo · 5 months
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Dieter Bravo
Goodwill Hunting
Rating: General
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!reader. No physical features described.
Word Count: 650
Summary: @rhoorl request for my October location prompts challenge. 'Pilfering through a goodwill with Dieter Bravo.'
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"So, let me get this straight. You finally let your assistant clear out your closet, completely forgot that it was in one of your pockets, and you don't even know which pocket?"
Dieter nods and shrugs. He's wearing sunglasses indoors in an attempt to go incognito but is still attracting double-takes from the other early morning bargain hunters.
"Well, what exactly does it look like? How big is it?" You sigh as you sift through a row of coats, looking for one that's familiar.
It smells musty in here, Taylor Swift music is playing on repeat, and would it kill them to turn the AC up? This whole place is an assault on the senses.
He thinks for a moment and scratches his chin.
"Umm, it's...shiny?"
"That's real helpful, D." You roll your eyes at him.
It's 10am on a Sunday morning, and you would rather be pretty much anywhere else than rummaging through a goodwill store in Sherman Oaks with Dieter Bravo. You owe him a favour ever since he helped make that public indecency charge disappear, and he's called it in.
You move over to the ladies' wear section in case one of his more flamboyant outfits has ended up there. Dieter tries on several Mother of the Bride style hats while you try and pick his brains.
"When did you last see it? Let's work backwards."
He screws up his face at his reflection in the dusty mirror and swaps a pink feathered hat for a red sparkly one.
"It was definitely there on Friday. It was my turn to host movie night. Me and Leo had, ah, too much to drink and were acting out scenes from Titanic when-"
Something catches his attention over by the crockery section, and he goes skating off on the back of a shopping cart. He's quite the sight, in his sweatpant sleep shorts with his brown teddy coat flapping behind him.
You're not sure exactly where to continue searching, whether it's in some jeans or a coat or something else entirely.
The store assistant at the cash register is sorting through some large bags of donations. She's about to pull out what looks like an old green dog blanket when you speak up.
"Excuse me, Miss, is everything that's been donated in the last few days already out, or is there anything in the back?"
She looks up and opens her mouth to speak when a huge crash comes from the back of the store.
You see Dieter walking backwards away from a scene of utter carnage. He's somehow managed to knock over an entire shelving unit full of decorative china.
He stumbles towards you with a shellshocked expression on his face and a Donald Duck teapot in his hand.
"C'mon." He mumbles, slapping a $100 bill on the counter. "Let's get out of here. There's another goodwill down the road that we can try."
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Wednesday morning, and you're lying in bed, scrolling through Instagram. You have 15 missed calls from Dieter, but he can wait until after you've had your coffee.
Your attention is caught by video that's been shared almost a million times in 24 hours.
A young man, standing outside a familiar looking thrift shop.
A news reporter holds a mic up to him.
"Tell us, Ben, what happened here on Sunday afternoon?"
"Well, Ashley, I'm such a huge fan of yours, by the way. My buddies aren't gonna believe this. Anyway, I'm here shopping for a Halloween costume and I figure I'll go as a Jedi. Only need a robe and a lightsaber, right? So I find this green robe that looks like it'll work, it was only $5. Can you believe that?"
The guy rambles on for a while longer, and your eyes drift upwards and see the title of the video.
'Man finds a rare blue diamond worth $2m in the pocket of a thrift store bargain robe.'
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A/N: I pictured this scene in my head and it just really tickled me.
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candyskiez · 7 months
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hello hello! I know this has probably been done before and I am possibly not the only one making a list for this this year, but ah well. here's my prompts for it!
you can do this as writing prompts if you want, whatever floats your boat. some specification:
by underrated I mean anything from the show you think is underrated, by the fandom or the show! a character, a scene, a bit of lore you would've loved to see more of, etc etc. anything you want to see more of content wise. by sport I mean any magical sport on the isles, established in canon or you making it up. fake screenshot is a fake screenshot of a scene that didn't happen in canon, imitating the style. and by demon I mean one of the demons on the isles! these prompts are vague so you can be creative, I'm sorry if they aren't the best haha. and for the shitty image quality I'm not the best at formatting.
you can only do a few prompts, or late submissions, or if you find this list way after october ends feel free to do it! no time limit. just have fun! also, you can start early!
happy drawing! tag your works as candyskiez tohtober if that's ok so I can find and reblog your work! excited to see what you guys make :D
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ficbrish · 2 months
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Stay A While
[AO3 Link]
[Kinktober 2023 prompt thanks to @absurdthirst! October 21st - Hair Pulling, Masturbation]
Rating: Explicit 18+ only!
Relevant Tags: Kinktober 2023, bg3 kinktober, One Shot Collection, During Canon, Vampire Spawn Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Seldarine Drow Tav (Baldur's Gate), Demisexual Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Demisexual Tav (Baldur's Gate), Bisexual Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gender Non-Conforming Tav (Baldur's Gate), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Shameless Smut, Kink and Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Some Humor, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites, Blood Drinking, Dom/sub, Multiple Orgasms, Healing Sex, Queerplatonic Relationships, Found Family, sex/love addicts healing together, working through trauma, Astarion's Past Abuse (Baldur's Gate), Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, Masturbation
[[TW/CW: Cptsd, blood]]
[Click here for my other Kinktober one-shots]
Takes place in Act I.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Astarion’s droll tone harbored a tinge of excitement.
Vistri froze in her tracks, but answered with her back still to him, “Surely the others are waiting.”
He clicked his tongue with a slow shake of his head. “Back to camp,” he observed dryly, drawing out the word camp, then giggled, “How droll!”
She turned to face him; not an agreement to stay, just to hear him out. His pointy-toothed grin charmed her more than she’d like to admit.
“What’s the rush, darling?” he asked mischievously.
The only rush she felt was her pulse, but she couldn’t say that even if he already sensed it. Admittances such as those were for late nights spent together—Well… They said those sweet things all the time, and to anyone, but it was different when they actually meant it. Truth belonged to the midnight hours and their illusions, where it could hide in the dark. But it was simply out of place under the sun.
Vistri crossed her arms, suppressing a creeping smile, “I’m guessing you have other ideas?”
Admittedly, Astarion was curious. The tadpole gave him freedom, a new lease on undeath, but Vistri opened up entirely new pathways of pleasure. He woke up feeling the best he’d ever felt after drinking her blood. Only to be topped when they added a fuck into the mix. In a bit over a tenday, Astarion had a few of the best mornings of his life. He didn’t think it was possible to feel any better. Unless…
Light filtered through the trees, adorning him in spotty shadows. Rays of sunlight hit the side of his face, making one of his eyes sparkle like a rich ruby as the other was cast into darkness. He held up his hands innocently and made a show of looking side to side, “I don’t see any search parties.”
Ah, to never be found. Oh, to stay in this little grove and fuck ‘til death.
Vistri raised her brow, tentatively interested, “Say there were. Just how disappointed would you be?”
That was his cue to walk towards her, “Be careful of the way you talk to devils, girl. You might entice one. The sun may be high in the sky, but you’re never safe alone with a monster.”
The word, monster, stuck itself in Vistri’s mind like mud on a boot. She tried to scrape it off and put it on Astarion, but she couldn’t. She looked into his scheming, slanted eyes and said, “I’m not afraid of you under the moon either.”
He uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around his waist, “You little fool.”
His mouth was so close to hers, Vistri felt dizzy, “I’m no fool.”
They were nearer to each other now than they’d been all morning. Vistri always fell into her trance on his chest and came back to the present with her face against dirt. He never held her after the sun rose, never kissed her good morning or farewell. It wasn’t like he’d set a clear boundary; he just never did any of those things, and she wasn’t going to be the first to do them. Whatever this was existed for the sole purpose of trading themselves for a bit of ecstasy, and they were simply each other’s catalyst. And that was fine. It’s the way she wanted it to be. It’s the way things always were. There was nothing special about this time, about him.
Astarion smirked. She tried to move away but he held her forearms against his sides in a firm grip.
“You’ve only survived thus far because I chose it.”
She continued fearlessly to meet his gaze. It was a misplaced confidence, like she had no concept of a reality where he’d actually ruin her. So much trust she laid on his unworthy shoulders, if it wasn’t foolishness, it had to be self-destructive.
She laughed at him. A real bitchy, mocking laugh, “Oh, you chose it?”
He grabbed her throat, tilting her head back with his thumb, “Yes. I chose not to rip you apart. Every. Time.”
“Pity.”
“No, not a pity,” he purred dangerously, “You’ve been so worth it.”
Vistri fought herself and lost. Swept up by a sudden rough current, she immediately gave over to drowning. She just let go, let it happen, and took a terrifying leap at his kiss.
Astarion moaned in pleasant surprise. He had a few more moves queued up before going there himself, but he didn’t mind the way she leapt in first. Her tongue was otherworldly, like it had been spilled out of Sune’s gossip at Loviatar’s tea party, salacious and indecently lush.
Nothing in the world compared to the way he felt. Like the sun, he colored all the greys in Vistri’s world. He felt like everything fascinating, and thought she was worth keeping alive. Someone, who felt as good as he did, deemed her worthy of life.
He was so grateful to himself for obeying his impulses. Astarion didn’t know whether she’d deign to touch him like this in the daylight. Come to think of it, she was the very first person he’d touched in 200 years under the sun. Yes, he’d pulled a blade on her then, but she was still the very first. And his first true drink. And the first fu—
“Oh, shit!” Vistri pushed him away, remembering herself and their unwritten rules made of habit, Sorry!”
Their kisses were only meant for teasing, their touches only meant for petting. She wasn’t supposed to love him at the end of her lips. Unless it was for pretending.
“Don’t be sorry,” he muttered, bringing her mouth back to his.
She felt her knees grow weak. Stupid knees. Backstabbing cunts.
“I kissed you,” she protested.
“And I kissed you back,” he went in for more.
Vistri eventually broke away again, “But we don’t kiss in the mornings.”
“And I usually don’t drink in the mornings,” he spoke into her neck, “But I think… I think we can do whatever we want. Don’t you, darling?”
He could take her blood, “I want you to drink me.”
He could take her body, “And ravish me.”
He could even take her heart, “Just make it hurt for me, lover. Would you?”
He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it until she cried out. His voice dripped with a bright, shiny toxin, “Oh, I can make it hurt, if that’s what you like.”
She tried to nod, but his grip was too tight on her scalp, so she just begged, “Please.”
Astarion licked her neck from base to chin, then crashed into her mouth after whining, “Gods but you make a mess of me!”
Lines like that were usually bullshit, it’s why he said them so readily. But as it tumbled out of him now, it felt real. Maybe he was just that good of an actor, and he’d really begun to believe his part. That would be so much more convenient if it was. He picked her up, overcome with a desire to possess her. He didn’t own her, didn’t belong to her, but he could steal her away from gravity. She wrapped her legs around him, and he moaned deeply; tangled in her lips, in her hair.
The others were definitely going to have to wait. That or just start the day without them.
Vistri felt her back press into a tree, just like on the first night. She kissed him and felt every star she’d ever seen. That night, she thought it had to be a fluke, a trick of the bad wine. But Gods! It was still there. It was screaming. Her heart broke whenever he pulled away, and mended only when his lips were back on hers.
He chuckled, “I’ve got you right where I want you, little pet.”
“Where’s that?”
“At my mercy.”
“You did try to warn me.”
“I’m not a nice man to be alone with.”
Her smile messed up the kiss. He was so adorable. And he was right. So right. Vistri shivered as he nibbled at her ear. It felt a lot like love, but it wasn’t. Great fucks pierced the soul like great works of art. But that wasn’t care, it was an appreciation for expertise. Sure, Astarion felt indescribably right, but that didn’t make him her god. She’d just finally met her match.
He unbuttoned her corset to fondle her breasts. She twitched whenever he brushed her nipples delicately with his fingertips, and he giggled like a naughty fey each time. The line between reaction and performance was beginning to blur. She didn’t know anymore whether she twitched on cue because he touched her or because he liked it.
“I don’t want you to be nice. I want it to hurt.”
He pulled her hair again, smirking as she let out a sound that was something between a moan and a yelp. The harder he pulled, the more she felt like his. She didn’t want to want that, and yet it possessed her, like a sob forcing itself out.
“More,” she pleaded.
“More?”
“Aren’t you a bad man? And I a fool alone in the woods?”
He let go of her hair and spoke onto her lips, “Oh, you’re not alone, darling. You’re very much not alone.”
His hand took hers and brought it to the front of his trousers. Grasping and gasping, she felt him. How hard he was; thick enough to break her. The anticipation made her shiver as he kissed her again.
“Use me,” she sighed, “However you’d like.” It was the only way for her to say, I’m yours.
She gave herself so willingly, it was intoxicating. Not like it was anything he wasn’t used to, but it was new, startlingly so. He melted into the feeling of being wanted by someone who knew what he was, of being wanted by her. The world grew smaller, more manageable. All he had to be was the salve to her desires. Hers wasn’t an itch; it was a death wish.
Astarion felt something pull on him, and for a moment froze, thinking of Cazador’s compulsions. Noting his twitch of fear, Vistri took her words for the cause. Fuck. Simultaneously, they asked the same question through their eyes; Have I been found out?
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, saving them both any need to explain.
“Will you watch?”
“As I hold you tight,” he offered.
It was overwhelming. Astarion didn’t want a performance, not the kind she was used to, but something candid, completely her. He wasn’t asking her to curate his pleasure, he demanded she create her own. She never showed anything like it to anyone before. Accustomed to one type of role, she stepped into something unfamiliar. And not even a role, but the actor in their bed alone at night.
Vistri’s hand travelled between her legs. She felt Astarion spread them further apart, holding her steady with a grip on each thigh. She was close to him again, held and admired; the only thing he wanted in the moment. Her fingers traced his lustful expression onto her soul, encircling herself in his web with every stroke. Determined to trade her life for a little death, she exposed her aching need to be coated in his poisons.
She closed her eyes.
“Open them, darling. I want you to watch me, as I watch you.”
Her breath skipped with her choking heart as she met his gaze. Astarion looked as raw and exposed as she felt. His eager fangs rested on pouting lips. She leaned forward to lick them.
“No, no, dear. You’ve got to earn that,” he cooed, “With your ecstasy.”
She moaned stupidly, “Okay.”
Vistri was everything his hand had been slapped away from these past 200 years. She ran through his thoughts entirely on her own. His body forced him to comply instead of the other way around. Sure, he was using her at the end of everything. She was by no means the first to surrender, but there was something sweeter about hers, and not just because she was his to savor. This time he was actually having fun.
“Does it feel good, dear?” he grinned.
She tossed her neck and sighed. Her eyes closed for just a moment before snapping open again to obey him, “Yes.”
Astarion kissed her neck, and she moaned, leaning into it. He whispered into her ear, “You think you’re in control, but I’ve got you tangled up.”
“You do,” she panted, “You do. All yours.”
“My, but you put on a show,” his warm tongue wrapped around her lobe. His breath gently broke over her skin.
It was like watching her layers peel back in a way he hadn’t seen before. Reading her eyes, Astarion watched them become saturated with the whole of her. The void in them brightened from her dim presence, and the light grew with her gratification. Shy at first, she stepped and then stomped into herself. Until there it was in those violet depths, the core of her on a silver platter, ready for him to devour.
 Vistri let his name slip lazily from her lips.
“Do you call out my name when you’re alone?” he chastised.
“S-Sometimes. Once. Accidently.”
Astarion licked her throat, desperate to eat her up, “I’ve yet to call out yours. But I’ve thought of you.”
Her free arm tightened around the back of his neck. Her breathing got faster.
“That’s it, my darling. You’re so close. Now give it to me. Be a good pet and cum for me.”
Astarion could feel his own blood throbbing as she fulfilled his wish. His eyes were open, greedily watching, but seeing nothing. There was just a great feeling, like when their tadpoles bent reality to the other’s experience. Her eyes were shut tight as if in begging prayer, and all he could do was stare blindly into her abandon.
Her cries, only loud for being close to his ear, pierced his heart. At the end of them, he finally allowed himself to kiss her. It was his turn to let her name slip slowly out of his lips.
“I earned it?” she asked happily.
He nodded, chuckling, “Yes, I think you’ve earned it.”
Vistri closed her eyes and kissed him again. She felt him undo his laces, then helped him pull down his trousers. Alone in the woods with the naughty rake indecently arrayed; she knew she was wiser than that. Giving herself to Astarion was a decidedly stupid thing to do, and that only made her want to disappear further inside him.
He nestled himself against her soaking, warm, soft, “Oh gods…”
“Astarion!” she cried out as he tore through her with a hard stroke. Her lips trembled from the sanctity of his name. It was a spell that brought everything out of her chest, even the dust tucked between her ribs.
He cracked her open.
The more they took, the less they were sated. He wasn’t near enough. He wasn’t in her skin.
Maybe they’d never go back to camp. The others would have to carry on themselves while the two of them stayed here, tangled up in each other until they inevitably sprouted tentacles, out of the artifact’s reach. And what would that matter? Astarion never wanted to be anything other than buried inside Vistri ever again. That was his new identity now, just his pulsing cock deep between her thighs.
“Drink me.”
“In a moment, love,” he said, then tousled a little with her tongue, and spoke again, “I quite like this as it is. Feeling you.”
It was more the desperate growl in his voice than the words themselves that made her tremble. It sounded like she meant something to him, even though she didn’t. Pretending it was real made her eyes roll back. Or no… it had to be the devilish thrusting of his hips. It had to be—
“Astarion!” she shouted so suddenly; birds took off in terror from their branches. Her staccato cries and their warning calls formed a cacophonic duet, like ritual music for the purchase of her soul.
He sunk his fangs into her neck, just below her ear, as the squeezing and pulsing around him coaxed his throbbing self to bursting. He rolled deeply into her as he let himself go, overtaken by a blinding wave of ecstasy. It felt like it would never stop, stunning them both, wave after wave. Even after it stilled, Astarion tenderly moved himself in and out of her. The mess he made dripped between them. Regardless of any overstimulated shiver, he savored the feel of his spill in her.  
“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”
She nodded emphatically, panting as her breath fought to settle her pulse. He rested his forehead against hers, and they lingered there, head pressing into head. They were both so dizzy, they had to get hold of their bearings, remember who they were.
How long could they stay there like that until the other had something to say about it?
It didn’t matter that his arms grew tired. They could fall off before he let her go. Astarion shut his eyes against welling tears. His disobedient forehead softly nuzzled hers; subtle enough to sneak passed his own notice. Catching himself, he cleared his throat.
“Time to go back?” she asked, tone heavy with a sense of sorrow.
Astarion reached for one more kiss. Saying goodbye until their next, inevitable tryst, they clung so vehemently to each other it couldn’t be paid attention to; couldn’t even be muttered about.
Arms wobbling, he finally set her down.
She immediately started to collapse under her weight. He stopped her fall.
“Easy now!”
“I’m all right.”
“You can’t even stand.”
She smiled dazedly, “Bloodless times two.”
“Gods, you’ve gone all silly. Look at you! You’re barely alive!”
“No, you’re barely alive.”
“Ha-Ha. Very funny,” he huffed, scooping her into a bridal carry.
“Weeee!”
He couldn’t stop himself laughing. It wasn’t even funny.
“You’re ridiculous—Stop squirming! I’ll drop you, and if I drop you, I’m leaving you.”
“Arsehole!” she pouted, “You’d leave me behind?”
“I’m sure Karlach or someone would come get you, but I’m tired. We can only do our best, darling.”
“You’ve had two separate helpings of my blood, you’re not tired.”
Vistri closed her eyes for a moment, just to savor this rare occasion of him holding her after. His arms felt as solid as she was wibbly. His chest felt like the stars as a pillow.
“You put me to work just now. I’m exhausted, and on top of that, now I’m carrying you all the way back to camp.”
“Whose fault is that Mr. Fangs?”
“Yours!”
“Mine?!”
“You turned back ‘round when you should have marched on.”
“You asked me to!”
“Darling, I’m a villain!” he chuckled, “You’re supposed to say no. Right my wily ways.”
“I quite like your wily ways.”
He couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at him the way she did now, with lackadaisical joy in their eyes.
“Astarion?”
“What?”
“You’ve stopped.”
“What?—Oh, right. There was a stick.”
“A stick?”
“Had to maneuver around it.”
“Took a while.”
He blushed, “Sounds like somebody wants to get dropped.”
“No! Please! Don’t drop me,” she giggled.
“Drop you?”
“No! Don’t drop me.”
“But you said please so nicely.”
“No!” she laughed, “Don’t drop me!”
“Shush! I have to pay attention to our surroundings, my dear. I want to give a good description for the others to find you.”
Vistri squealed, hysteric. Astarion crushed her tight against him.
“Silence, girl!” he teased in a booming voice, “Otherwise I’ll observe no great detail, and the only landmark the others will know to look for is ‘somewhere by a tree that has leaves on it.’ And then they’ll never find you, and then I’ll never get to shag you again. Would you like that tragedy to come to pass?”
She blushed in his arms, “…No.”
“Good. Then leave me to my concentration.”
She nodded her agreement and didn’t utter a sound.
“Oh, never mind that! Please say something. I grow bored so easily.”
Vistri chattered away as Astarion brought them out of the woods. Totally wrapped up in conversation, they forgot what a sight they made when they eventually showed up midday.
“Where the hells were you?!” Karlach growled. She’d be happier to see him if Vistri was walking vibrantly by his side rather than carried like a ragdoll with two big bite marks on her neck.
“Don’t light your pants on fire,” Astarion said, “Where’s Shadowheart?”
The cleric tore out of her tent, “What have you done to her?!”
A huge smile broke over Vistri’s face, “Shadowheart! Come give Mummy a kiss.”
In a fury, she grabbed hold of Astarion’s tunic, even with Vistri limp in his arms, “I will repeat myself only once, Spawn. What have you done to my best friend?” Her voice was lethal.
Vistri’s was not, “Bloodless times two!”
Shadowheart let go of his shirtfront to bury her face in her hands and sigh deeply, “Just put her on the ground.”
“That’s a good cleric,” Astarion smirked.
She glared up at him, kneeling to treat Vistri’s condition, “Good clerics stake vampires.”
“Then let’s call you… a good, nuanced cleric!”
“Whatever.”
Vistri sat up like a galvanized corpse once Shadowheart muttered her spell.
“Wow! Thanks, Shadow. Owe you one.”
“Owe me plenty.”
Vistri chose to ignore her and smirked at Astarion, “My, my… You look more powerful than ever before. My blood suits you so well.”
He gave a little turn, “Doesn’t it?”
“Very,” she confirmed, surveying his form. She lost her train of thought until Shadowheart elbowed her side.
“Right!” Vistri said, addressing everyone, “Let’s go slay a hag or something!”
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Prompt: Spencer didn’t think he’d meet Rossi’s niece on Mischief Night at his mansion. And he didn’t think she’d be into him anyway. (Spoiler: she is.)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)
Warnings: dom/sub undertones (sub!Spencer, softdom!Reader), adults with age gap (25/36), dirty talking, light degradation, hair pulling, oral sex (female receiving, implied male receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex
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A.N.: When October started, I had an idea: two Halloween fics with Spencer Reid being a submissive bitch and a dominant whore. @softreidx knows all about this - thank you for editing this piece. Love you.
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It’s not a secret Spencer Reid loves Halloween.
The cool thing about Halloween is that it's a uniquely American holiday. Despite its obvious origins in the Celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian “All Saints’ Day”, it really is a melting pot of various immigrants' traditions and beliefs.
It became a little more commercialized in the 1950 with “trick-or-treat”.
Today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity.
He said those notions so many times to the rest of his team-mates and made sure everyone knew how much he loved Halloween.
Spencer follows Emily inside Rossi’s house. “People would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off ghosts. Isn’t that cool? How has fire always been a symbol of cleansing? Many people think of fire as an energetic reset button, a force that can burn through anything that no longer serves you or is there to help you!”
Emily takes off her long black coat, revealing a dark red dress she put on because apparently Rossi wanted to throw a masquerade party or something – Spencer was even more excited about that, because he put on his favourite costume.
An Edgar Allan Poe outfit that has been hidden in his closet since forever.
“Spencer, I appreciate your Halloween facts, but tonight I just want to have a drink and not think about ghosts.” – Emily tells him, patting him on the shoulder – “I promise you: tomorrow I’ll be all yours, you can tell me whatever you want.”
Spencer gives her a reassuring smile, nodding his head. “I’ll hold you to that.”
The rest of the team is already in Rossi’s backyard, no matter the low temperatures. Everyone is dressed up as monsters or book characters – Luke didn’t spend that much time thinking about his outfit, mainly because Roxy decided that his Frankenstein mask would be a delicious part of her dinner so he went with a simple vampire outfit.
Penelope, with her orange hair and pointy hat, is dressed up. Matt, with a lot of kids and a quite creative wife, ended up getting dressed as the Slender Man – long white sleeves with long white fingers, a tight black suit and that sparkly red tie around his neck.
Rossi didn’t dress up at all, no matter being the host who actually wanted this kind of party.. which bothered Spencer a little too much.
The young doctor, fixing the hat on top of his head, walks over to the owner of the house.
“Hey, why aren’t you dressed up? I thought we were going to have a Halloween party!”
Rossi looks at him up and down, crossing his arms to his chest. “Because I wouldn’t want to overshadow anyone, Spencer. You know my costume would be the best one here.”
Spencer can’t help, but chuckle at his colleague’s joke. “Ah, it’s a shame. I wanted to see your outfit!”
“Well, not today. I didn’t even come up with this dressed-up party anyway. My niece did.”
Spencer is puzzled. Did Rossi just admit he has a niece?
“Your niece?”
That’s the first time Rossi ever mentions the existence of a niece. At first Spencer thought he was talking about Joy’s children – maybe she had another baby! – but they’re not here, so it can’t be possible.
“Who mentioned me?”
Your voice echoes through the stairs as you climb down, making sure you don’t fall down on your own face. Your heels are high – they’re part of your outfit, which is why you’re not going to take them off unless it’s to go to bed.
However, you hate them right now. And you’re tempted to kick them away.
Spencer turns around and spots you, struggling to walk down while also holding the edge of your skirt so that you don’t trip on your own feet and the dress.
If he forgets how to breathe, it’s not a surprise.
You look absolutely breathtaking with your hair slightly pulled back, dark black makeup around your eyes and lips as red as blood.
Spencer doesn’t know what your outfit is about, but he doesn’t care; as long as he can admire you with it on, and hopefully without it on.
“Yes, niece. You.”
You hum, gripping David’s arm. “Oh, shut up. You told me that you were going to dress up but bailed on me last minute! And Krystall suggested throwing this party, I just sent the texts.”
Rossi rolls his eyes, patting your hand with a smile.
Spencer holds back a laugh, covering his mouth with his own hand. He doesn’t know who you are because he has never seen you before, but he’s definitely starting to like you or at least be slightly interested in you. You are so gorgeous, he’s not going to deny it, but you’re also incredibly bubbly.
And he has just seen you. What are you going to do to him in an hour? Or two?
“Young lady, you’re here because...”
“You missed me too much and you wanted me to come over to meet your team in hope I find myself a partner. I know!” – you exclaim, rolling your eyes before turning your head to look at the young man in front of you – “Ah, you must be Doctor Spencer Reid.”
David puts a hand on his forehead, shaking his head as he walks away. If he stays there, he’s going to witness Spencer melting into your bubbly personality – and he doesn’t really care about witnessing two people flirting with each other.
His plan is already working because he could see how Spencer kept staring at you. And you probably told Rossi that you might have looked up the cute Doctor in his team, which led him to make the decision to invite you over to his mansion to celebrate Halloween.
Maybe...
Maybe Dave’s plan was to actually get you and Spencer to like each other.
After all, he’s the only single in the team.
Luke is with Penelope, Matt is married just like JJ, Emily has a girlfriend and Tara is starting to reconcile with her ex girlfriend. They’re all taken but the young and pretty Doctor Reid – David thinks he’d be perfect for you.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Doctor Reid.” - you say with a huge smile on your face, holding out your hand before pulling it back - “Ah, wait. You don’t like shaking hands. My bad.”
Spencer can feel his cheeks heating up as soon as your eyes meet. David has probably talked to you about him many times - and he had, which made Spencer seem so incredibly attractive and interesting to you.
Usually Spencer is much more nervous around pretty girls like you, but he’s dressed up as Edgar Allan Poe and it’s Halloween night. He feels different, a little more blunt than usual.
Or maybe not, because he keeps fidgeting with his hands.
“I didn’t catch your name, sorry.”
“Y/N. I’m Y/N.”
Spencer bows his head down for a second, taking off his hat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I feel like I should bow to you because of your outfit.”
You giggle.
Spencer’s heart drops in his chest. He made you giggle and that sound was so heavenly, as if a God came down from the sky and caressed his cheeks.
“It’s just a little something I whipped out in a hurry. Unfortunately they lost my luggage at the airport. I had to borrow Krystall’s clothes.” - you mumble, straightening your dark skirt - “They’re comfortable, though! I should dress up like this on a daily basis.”
“They didn’t steal your makeup, though.”
You shake your head, stepping down the last stair. “Exactly! I was so relieved. I’ve spent much more money on makeup than all my clothes. It would’ve been a disaster to lose my beauty bag.”
Spencer stares at you in silence, taking in all of the details of your beauty.
Perfect lips, perfect hair, perfect eye shape, perfect voice, perfect in general.
There’s nothing he doesn’t like about you and it’s weird because he has just met you, but he can’t keep his eyes off you. You don’t mind at all, you like being admired, and you’re definitely hoping Spencer will admire you much closer than this - and not in front of anybody else.
“Wow, everyone is dressed up.” - you whisper, glancing at the rest of David’s team in his backyard - “I can’t believe I was so convincing with that text.”
“You used David’s phone for real?”
You shrug, running your fingers through your hair. “I may have done that. I’ve never celebrated Mischief Night before, so this was my chance to do so. And here we are! Look! You’re dressed as Edgar Allan Poe, I’m dressed as Lilith!”
Spencer doesn’t say anything, but his whole body is reacting positively to your answer. You know who Poe is, you know that Spencer has dressed up like this, you wanted to celebrate Mischief Night - which means you like that holiday, and probably Halloween as well.
Maybe Spencer has found his soulmate.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Spencer blinks, focusing on your face again. “Huh? Sorry, I was…”
You give him a smile, pointing to the backyard. “Let’s just go, I’m hungry and I want to show off my makeup. I didn’t spend two hours putting this makeup on just to stay locked inside of a room. I need to show it off!”
Each time you move around the living room, either to fill your glass with wine or have a smoke with David in his backyard, Spencer has his eyes on you. No one can blame him because you are absolutely adorable, with all of your interesting and fun anecdotes on your holidays in the Rossi’s mansion with Krystal, Joy and her son.
No one was expecting Rossi to have a “found niece” at all, if they had to be honest.
However you are a beautiful surprise and David is happy that he has finally introduced you to his whole team, because he could see how ecstatic and at ease you were for the whole dinner. You tried your best not to ask them what was the most wicked and naughty thing they saw while working on a case – you were hoping to have this discussion during another moment of the night, and not while you were eating, but you were too excited.
As JJ and Luke spoke about the last most gruesome case, Spencer couldn’t keep his eyes off you the whole time. You looked like you were having so much fun hearing about Emily or David being disgusted in front of remains or blood, because you never thought David was this sensitive over bodily fluids.
Either way, you listened to every single person in the team speaking about their most disgusting moment over the years and you laughed each time with all of them.
You felt like you were a part of this team, as if you knew them for your whole life.
It’s not easy to find people like these, people you can connect with in the blink of an eye. You feel proud of yourself for convincing David to throw this little party, because now you feel incredible.
Maybe it’s the wine...
Anyway, it doesn’t matter.
Penelope has already given you her number, which means you’ll get to hang out with her and gossip every single time about who-knows-what. Luke has found out that you are a dog lover, which means you’ll get to spend a few dinners at his place to play with Roxy and take her out for a walk whenever Luke will ask you to.
And since you love cats as well, Penelope will let you play with Sergio.
Spencer didn’t speak much throughout the dinner. You were expecting him to spit out more interesting facts about every single person’s costume at this table, but he kept his mouth shut and listened to the others talking.
At first you thought it was because of your presence right there at the table, but then Penelope kicked you with her shoes without the others seeing, and you noticed Spencer staring at you as if he was about to eat you.
You’d probably let him.
Before the whole party started, you were getting ready in the bathroom of the guest room when David came by to ask you how you were doing. You showed you all your makeup as he sat on the edge of the bed and you blabbed about how nervous you were to meet his colleagues, but also how excited you were to finally see Doctor Reid.
When David talked about him for the first time, you couldn’t believe a person like that could exist: a lover of nature and books, obsessed with coffee, graduated to a bunch of different things (you don’t know how he managed to study such a disgusting subject as physics!), a professor.
David talked about Spencer as if he was his son, with such a tenderness and kindness that he has shown to you over the years. You and Spencer were like his children, David loves both of you so dearly.
Which is exactly the reason why he thought it was a good idea for you to meet Spencer.
David didn’t tell you that he was planning on making you meet him because he wanted you to be with him, but he didn’t need to say that. He thought you’d be the perfect match for Spencer: no matter your hate for physics, you had a lot of things in common.
Both of you love books.
Both of you are professors.
Both of you are obsessed with Nature.
Both of you have a very dark apartment with books everywhere.
Both of you go stargazing whenever you can.
Both of you spend hours inside of a library just staring at books in order to pick one to take home.
Both of you love lavender scent candles or incense.
Both of you are quiet, but extremely endearing and adorable.
However, you’re an extrovert and Spencer is an introvert. You’re louder and you love going outside to meet new people no matter your quietness, while Spencer would rather stay at home and watch a Russian movie than meeting others.
It’s not like David wanted to change Spencer, absolutely not. He just thought you’d be his better half in a way to complete him, somehow. Everything he doesn’t have, you do. Everything you don’t have, he does.
It’s like the last two pieces of the same puzzle fitting together.
You didn’t know David’s plan at first, but you realised it as soon as you walked down the stairs to meet Spencer Reid’s chocolate eyes. You knew he was going to come over, which is why you made sure to be extra-perfect for the party, but you never thought you’d catch his eyes looking at you or your body the whole night.
Spencer doesn’t know that you were looking at him in the same exact way, with probably the same exact purpose: you want him more than anything and you’re determined to have him. It doesn’t matter where or when, you know you’ll have him however you want and wherever you want.
Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow but you will someday.
“Why did you convince Dave to throw a little party the day before Halloween?”
Spencer’s smooth voice captures your attention, forcing you to turn around. You’re met with a pair of chocolate eyes that leave you completely breathless: he looks so fucking hot like this, with the first three buttons of his white shirt completely opened and the hat long forgotten.
His unruly curls look so soft, you wonder how it would feel to run your fingers through them.
He’s lingering on the doorstep, watching the grey smoke from your cigarette vanishing into thin air. You shrug with a little smile over your lips, putting your free hand over your hip.
“It’s Mischief Night, Spencer!”
His eyes brighten up. “You know what it is?”
You widen your eyes, nodding. “Of course I do! I don’t really celebrate it, but I thought it’d be nice to switch things up for me.”
“Did you know that the term ‘Mischief Night’ was first used in Britain and not here in the US? It didn’t mean October 30, it was actually the day before May Day. – Spencer explains, taking a step further and closing the door behind his back – Young people played practical jokes, such as switching shop signs, overturning water tubs and trapping people inside their houses.”
You let out a low chuckle, inhaling through your cigarette before blowing the grey smoke out. “That’s very interesting, Spencer. I used to play pranks on people all the time when I was a child. It wasn’t really a tradition for me, I thought it was normal because all the kids in my neighbourhood would do it.”
His eyes are not leaving yours. “Pranks?”
“Hm, yes. I used to throw eggs at my neighbour’s car, even though that wasn’t really a prank. I hated that man with every fibre in my body because his kid stole my dolls. I had to get back at him somehow, but then his kid moved away while the neighbour stayed behind.”
“Ouch, that’s pretty sad.” – the young doctor mumbles, pointing to the chair underneath the gazebo – How about we sit there?”
You don’t answer him, simply walking through the plastic curtains before sitting down on one of the chairs that were previously occupied by you and David.
“I wasn’t really nice at the time, it’s long gone.”
“I bet you’re not nice either now.”
You raise your brow, smirking. “Oh, I’m definitely still a bad girl.”
Spencer chuckles, shaking his head. He got you exactly where he was hoping to get you, but he doesn’t know that you’re a much better player than him.
When you want someone, you get them. And you get them begging, whining, moaning, panting, withering underneath you until they’re a weak, pathetic little mess that you love to play with.
You’re excited to see how Spencer will be by the end of the night, if something happens.
“Can’t wait to see that, honestly.”
His words throw you off track because you were not expecting them, and when you turn your head to look at him, you realise that he wasn’t expecting them either. His eyes are widened and his mouth is slightly opened, while his right hand is ready to cover it. You don’t know if he said that and now he’s acting weird because he wants to see your reaction or because he’s really shocked by his own behaviour, but you’re definitely amused.
Ah, this cute little man will be the death of you. You can’t wait.
“So eager to have me in your bed, aren’t you?” you roll your eyes
As much as you’re amused and you’re curious to see what he’s going to do, you want to push him just a little bit. Teasing someone and then leaving them hanging is the best, especially if you get to see their shocked expression on their face as you walk away while they need to cover their little problem.
Tonight you feel nice, though, so maybe you will help this someone with his problem.
“I, uh... I’m sure your bed is much more comfortable than mine.”
You crush the butt of your cigarette inside the ashtray. “Should we try it so we can compare them?”
You can see Spencer gulping, his eyes scanning your face as if he’s trying to understand whether you’re joking or not. You were just teasing him – or maybe not. Definitely not, because you’re quite curious to see how he’d react with your legs spread open just for him and your fingers playing with yourself while waiting for him. After all, you’re a Goddess tonight – which means he will need to worship you, kiss every inch of you and savour the taste of your skin.
“Or we can stay here and look each other in the eyes until someone gives in.”
You put your right hand underneath your chin and lean forward, staring into those beautiful eyes that immediately look away from you. You don’t know if he pulled away because you made him uncomfortable by being so close to him or by your words; either way, you feel bad because this wasn’t your intention. You were just playing, but maybe you played too rough with him.
After all, he’s the “baby genius” of the group – as David always said.
You wonder if Spencer could give you a baby genius.
The thought makes you smile.
“The others will hear me.”
His answer comes as quickly as the quick movements of your eyes on his face. Spencer is thinking about your proposition, which makes you squeeze your legs together.
“They won’t if I keep that sweet little mouth of yours occupied, don’t you think?”
Spencer struggles to look you in the eyes, terrified that you might see the desire flashing behind his and going straight to his groin. He has been trying to hide that little problem for the past hour. He thought that coming out here and talking to you innocently would’ve helped him stop thinking about you riding him, but it didn’t. Nothing helped.
“Do I have a sweet little mouth?”
You hum, chuckling at his blushing cheeks. “Of course you do. You have the prettiest lips I’ve ever seen. I bet they’re soft, too.”
Spencer lowers his eyes, blushing even more at your compliments. How can he react like this just because of a few words? You haven’t even touched him or told him how you’re going to want him to touch you, and he’s like this?
Hard and needy?
You find him adorable, but pathetic as well.
You’re going to break this boy down piece by piece and you’ll love it.
“I’m not going to kiss you right now because I probably won’t be able to stop.” – you mumble, placing a hand over his knee – “I’ll tell David I’m not feeling too well. You know where the guest room is.”
You stand up before he could open his mouth to answer you and you leave him outside, gently approaching your uncle. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you wait until he finishes talking about the last time he went to Italy and ended up taking the wrong train, with no money, no clean clothes.
You’ve heard that story so many times and it’s still so funny, because you were right there with him. You were the other person that lost their luggage on holiday and ended up having to buy everything inside of a supermarket, along with Krystall.
It was weird, but so worth it.
When David is done talking, you tap him on the shoulder and you lean forward. You whisper in his ear that you feel a bit lightheaded because of all the alcohol you have drank the whole night. He touches your hand, looking at you worried.
“I’m sorry, pumpkin. Do you need me to do something? Do you have your medicine?”
You nod your head, smiling softly. “Yes, thank you. I’ll come back when I feel better.”
Kissing his forehead, you tap his shoulders again and then you apologise to the rest of the guests, excusing yourself out of the room.
You don’t like to interrupt a party to announce that you’re not feeling well, especially if it’s a lie, but you’re not going to turn the chance of having Spencer all over you down. It’s what you’ve been waiting for since you saw him at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you as if you were the most precious creation on Earth.
David glances at Spencer stepping inside the living room with his cheeks totally flushed and his eyes down on the floor. He doesn’t know what happened outside and, honestly, he doesn’t want to know, but he could see how you affected Spencer.
You weren’t the only one who noticed his hungry eyes on you the whole time.
The rest of the team, especially Penelope and David, did.
“Hey kid, are you alright?” Luke calls out
Spencer clears his throat, facing the rest of his team. “Hm? Oh yeah, everything’s fine. I was just looking for some, uh, water. I’m thirsty.”
Penelope holds back a laugh when David glares at her.
There’s no need to embarrass Spencer any further because he’ll be done as soon as he not-so-subtly asks if he can use the bathroom upstairs.
“Are you sure you don’t want a glass of wine?” Emily asks
Spencer shakes his head, heading to the kitchen. “No, I’m good with water. Thank you.”
Luke takes a sip of his wine, leaning against the chair. “What’s going on?”
Spencer ignores his question, opening the fridge inside the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He needs it because his mouth is so dry due to his nerves. He knows he’s acting weird and the rest of the team probably understood what’s actually going on, while you don’t have a clue.
Upstairs, you’re taking off your shoes.
You wonder what Spencer has told the team to cause this silence and you start to get nervous, because maybe you shouldn’t have been so eager to have Spencer with you. You don’t want anybody to know what’s going to happen in your bedroom if he shows up, so you hope Spencer doesn’t mess things up for you.
You don’t really want David to give you the “you can’t have sex with my colleagues in my house” talk, even though he’ll probably say something tomorrow morning – or in the next few days you’ll stay right there.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Startled by the sound coming from the door, you almost drop your phone on the floor, but you manage to put it on your nightstand. It’s incredible how fast he was, but you don’t blame him: you’re as eager as him.
Straightening the skirt of your black dress, you head to the door. You hoped you’d have enough time to undress.
You open the door.
“Hi.”
Spencer stands in front of you, his eyes not leaving yours. “Hey.”
You grab him by the red tie around his neck, pulling him inside of your bedroom. He closes the door behind his back and his mouth immediately covers yours, making you stumble as you try to get back over to your bed.
Okay, you were definitely not expecting Spencer to be like this.
You were not expecting him to kiss you as soon as you opened the door, but you don’t complain. You wanted to do this when you were outside on the patio, so you’re grateful he has made the first move.
His hands slide down over to your thighs, gripping them as you gasp against his lips.
“We have to be quick, I told them I was going to the bathroom.”
You nod without interrupting the kiss, biting his bottom lip. You will be as quick as you can, hopefully he’ll be as well – you’re not sure if you’re going to have enough time to actually have sex with him right now, but there’s no rush.
“Then, let’s get to it.”
Spencer gets on his knees almost immediately, not giving you the time to enjoy the last kiss he gave you. The sight in front of you is just as hot as you thought it would be.
“Don’t make a sound.”
You roll your eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. “So bossy.”
His eyes widen at your words, biting his bottom lip. He didn’t mean to make you mad – he’s terrified of you not giving him what he craves the most.
“I’m not, I just... don’t want the others to know what I’m doing.”
You run your fingers through his hair, gripping his curls. “They won’t, but put that mouth to use so it’ll be occupied.”
Spencer looks up at you for a few seconds, his lips parting as you speak to him in a tone of voice that sends shivers down his spine. You can feel and see the flashes of desire behind those beautiful lustful eyes, it’s incredibly hot.
“Go ahead, gorgeous. I’m waiting.”
His fingers slip underneath the skirt of your dress, exploring the soft skin of your thighs. You bite your bottom lip, staring at him as he makes his way under your dress to leave a trace of kisses from your knee up to your thighs.
You raise your leg and put it over his shoulders, keeping your right hand through his soft curls as you tug on them. You knew the sight was going to be delicious as soon as you met him, but this was incredibly hot – even hotter than before, when he was staring at you as if you were a painting.
Spencer is trying his best to not make a single sound, his mouth busy to kiss and worship your thighs.
You can’t really see his face from where you’re sitting so you lift your skirt, just enough to spot those beautiful pairs of eyes staring back at you.
“Hi.”
Spencer leaves another kiss on your inner thigh. “Hello Y/N.”
“Looking good over there.”
He lets out a soft chuckle, his fingers hooking up your panties before sliding them down your legs. You kick them away as soon as they reach your calves and you spread your legs, biting your bottom lip.
“Beautiful. Just as I thought.”
Blushing because of his compliments, you raise an eyebrow. “You thought about me like this?”
“Through the whole dinner.”
Spencer kisses down your inner thighs again, the gentle brush of his stubble against your skin setting it on fire. You know that your thighs will be covered in little nicks by tomorrow morning, but if this is the price to pay... you’re more than willing to spread your legs for him.
“You must have an incredible imagination, Doctor Reid.”
He worships you with his tongue, tracing it up to your inner thigh before sliding it over your clit. The sound that leaves your mouth will be forever imprinted in his mind, replaying over and over each time he’ll think about you.
“Fuck. An incredible tongue, too.” – you struggle to whisper, running your fingers through his curls before tugging on them – “Don’t stop.”
Spencer doesn’t plan to, closing his eyes and allowing his tongue to caress every inch of you and taste the sweetness of your heat. With his head buried between your thighs and your hands pulling his hair, Spencer thinks he just landed in Heaven – or where things are so perfect, a place he doesn’t want to run away from.
Normally, he would keep eye-contact with the person he’s ravishing, but today he knows he can’t do that. You probably wouldn’t mind, but Spencer wouldn’t be able to last at all – your eyes are magnetic.
It’s not even about the colour or the shape, it’s about the desire flashing behind them.
It’s a combination between your attitude, your confidence, your words... a dangerous mix that makes Spencer high alert on everything you do and say.
If he looks at you, he will come untouched. That’s it.
He can’t have that, he doesn’t want to disappoint you and no matter how quick his refractory period is, he doesn’t want to wait. He needs to be inside of you, he needs to orgasm because you want him to, he desperately craves to obey each one of your orders and watch you come undone before doing it himself.
Spencer wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it gently before you grip his hair. He knows you’re holding back those moans – the first one betrayed you, slipping out of your mouth before you could stop it. He wishes he’d be in another bedroom, maybe his; in another house, maybe his.
So you could be loud. So loud his neighbours would knock at his door and beg him to keep it quiet, which would make you and him way louder than you should be.
“Keep your eyes on me, Doctor Reid.” – you whisper, desire oozing from your voice as you move your hips against his face – “I want you to look at me while you eat me out.”
Spencer suppresses a frustrated whine, struggling to open his eyes, but managing to do as you wished. He doesn’t want to look at you, he doesn’t need you to see him completely wrecked just because of your salty taste.
You push a second pillow underneath your head, propping it high just enough so you can admire the amazing work Spencer is doing between your legs. And when you meet those chocolate eyes, you notice something strange.
His left hand is not on the bed.
“What are you doing with that hand, Doctor?”
Spencer stops his movements, pressing a soft kiss right above your clit in hope to distract you from the question you asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
You raise your brow. “Are you touching yourself?”
Spencer doesn’t answer your question, burying his face between your legs again. His tongue delves deeper inside of you, making you shudder at the sensation. Your hands immediately fly right behind his head, pushing him right there where you want him the most.
He knew he was going to distract you.
He hoped so.
“You dirty little slut.” – you manage to speak, your voice broken by the pleasure amplifying more and more through your body – “Does this turn you on, Spencer? Are you hard because you’re eating me out?”
Spencer tightens his grip at the base of his cock, moving his hips slightly forward with his eyes still settled on your face. The hum he gives you in response to your question tells you that yes, he’s indeed turned on by all of this.
You don’t blame him.
Oral sex is one of the best act you could ever give or receive.
“Don’t stop.”
Spencer closes his eyes and savours your taste, gripping your thigh with his left hand and pushing your lower body towards his. You can feel yourself ready to topple over the edge, the pleasure tightening in your stomach as soon as his tongue slides up and down your clit.
You gasp and whimper at his movements, enjoying the wet sounds of his mouth devouring you.
“Spencer..”
You feel the tension snapping within you as you come, gripping his curls and tugging them even harder. Your back is arched and you don’t know for how long you’re going to be able to stay quiet, because this feels too fucking good.
Spencer doesn’t budge at your movements, his tongue relentlessly touching you, stimulating you to the point you can barely breathe.
Every cell in your body is on fire.
Then everything stops.
Spencer pulls away with his mouth and gets up on his feet, using his wet hand to touch himself. You’re dizzy and your legs are shaking because of the pleasure that ran through you, but as soon as you see him moving, you move.
“Do you want to come inside of me, darling?”
Spencer’s eyes snap wide open, staring at you with his parted lips. “Y-Yes.”
“Then fuck me.” - you mumble, gripping his tie - “Fuck me, but be quick. You don’t want the others to know what you’re doing, do you?”
He shakes his head, stroking his cock. “I don’t care.”
You giggle, sitting back up with your legs wide open. “Oh, you don’t? Do you want them to know how naughty you are? How hard are you because you ate my pussy?”
Spencer whines at your words, struggling to keep his eyes on you. “I… Please.”
“Please what, darling?”
“I don’t..” - he bites his bottom lip, pushing the head of his cock against your clit - “I can’t fuck you, I don’t have condoms.”
“Are you clean?”
You’ve never seen such a greedy man in front of you, silently begging you to let him fuck you and just come inside of you. Spencer looks incredibly beautiful, bent over towards you with his lips slightly parted and his right hand stroking his cock.
You feel your mouth water at the sight.
You lean forward, placing a hand underneath his. Spencer gasps.
“Yes! Yes, I’m clean.”
He’s so embarrassingly desperate.
“I’m clean as well.” - you tell him, grabbing his left hand - “Come on, fuck me.”
Spencer obeys, immediately pushing his length inside of you. His eyes close and he throws his head back, a soft moan echoing through the room as he finally feels the warmth of your walls tightening around him.
He didn’t even wait for you to be ready, he just wanted to get inside of you as quickly as possible.
So eager, so desperate.
It turns you on more than it should.
Spencer is glad you let him fuck you, because he wouldn’t have been able to stop thinking about it for the rest of the night. Waiting wouldn’t have been that merciful, now that you think about it.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Spencer moves his hips, lifting yours just enough to allow his cock to slide even deeper inside of you. You take all of him, adjusting to his size as you grip the bed sheets all around you.
“Fuck me, Spencer.”
He blinks, putting his hands underneath your thighs. He pushes your body closer to his, forcing you to close your legs around his waist. He doesn’t lift your whole body off the bed, but he lifts your hips.
And when the angle changes, you swear you’re in Heaven.
Spencer starts thrusting inside of you, his eyes never leaving your face because he wants to see you break down all over again. He needs to see you in pure bliss, he wants to push you off that edge again because that was the hottest thing he has ever seen in his whole life.
He didn’t think you’d let him fuck you right now.
He’ll forever be grateful for that.
“C-Close.”
You feel delicious all around him, tight enough. Spencer will dream about this for days, for weeks, for months - or until the next time he’ll be able to have you like this again.
He hopes it will be very soon.
You run your fingers through his hair, grabbing him by the tie with your other hand in order to have him closer. Spencer whines against your lips, kissing them feverishly.
“Come for me, darling.” - you whisper, the pleasure building rapidly behind your belly button again - “I want you to come inside of me, please. I need it so badly.”
You don’t know if what you’re saying makes sense, you’re too lost in your own pleasure and in the beauty of the man on top of you. The whole world stops as soon as his hands hold you down against the mattress, pinning you to the bed and preventing you from wiggling away.
You can’t do anything besides take all of him inside of you.
You wouldn’t change a thing.
Spencer doesn’t need to be told twice, feeling his tension getting tighter and tighter until it snaps, quick and hard. And he comes, painting your walls with his cum just as you follow off the cliff of pleasure with him.
It was quick, it was rough, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Spencer nurses your orgasm with slow thrust, riding his peak as well. Enjoying the tightness of your body all around him, he forces himself to keep his mouth shut when all he wants to do is praise you for being so fucking perfect.
He wants to do this all over again, until you can’t do anything but moan his name.
You’re still shaking because of your orgasm as Spencer collapses on top of you, his mouth attaching to your neck to nibble on it. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you and you wonder what Spencer would do if he saw the mess he has made between your legs.
It would be fun to force him to clean it up.
However, you can’t. Not now, at least.
He got hard because he ate you out, he’d probably get hard again. As much as you’re dying to have him in your mouth, you have to wait until the party's over and you can sneak out of your room to head to Spencer’s place.
Or his car.
You don’t care where you can have him again.
“Good boy, you did so good.” - you mutter in his ear, caressing his curls - “You’re incredible, Spence.”
He doesn’t want to pull away and pull out, he wants to be between your legs for the rest of the night. You feel too good right there, underneath his body with your hands touching him and caressing him.
And you smell so good.
“Thank you. You were so perfect.” - he starts to say - “So, so perfect… Wish I could have you every single day. Fuck, you felt so good.”
He keeps whispering praises to you, how much he loved fucking you and eating you out. You can see how relaxed he is now and you wonder if he’s alright, because you’ve never had someone be so dependent on you after sex.
It’s… interesting.
And fascinating.
“Thank you, darling.” - you tell him, tapping his chin - “Pull out now.”
Spencer obeys your order, immediately taking a step back and pulling out of your body. His come, mixed with your own arousal, drips out of your body, pooling right underneath you.
The sight makes him lick his bottom lip.
“Later, okay?” - you tell him, placing a hand between your legs - “Now go downstairs, yeah?”
Spencer lingers right in front of you for a whole good minute, staring at the mess he has made right between your legs. It’s incredible how just the sight gets him immediately on his knees, but you’re quicker than him.
You snap your fingers and you grab his arm, pushing him back up. “No. Not now, later. Wait for me in your car when all the others will leave, okay? I will find a way to sneak out.”
The young doctor stares at you before grabbing you by the face, immediately attacking his lips to yours. You close your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck, standing up from the bed and feeling his come dripping down your thighs.
You hope he’s going to make another mess later.
“Okay, okay.” - Spencer says, sliding his hand down to your thighs - “I’ll wait for you.”
You don’t want to pull away from him, but you have to.
Walking him to the door, with your skirt completely raised up to your hip, you give him another peck on the lips. Spencer lingers again with his mouth on yours before opening the door, forcing you to take a step back.
You don’t want the others to see you.
“Clean up your face, darling. You look like someone who just ate some good pussy.”
You wink at him, pushing him out of the door.
It’s true, he had the chance to taste you and now he won’t think about anything else.
He should, because as soon as he gets down to the living room, everyone is looking at him.
Spencer washed his face and fixed his tie, making sure that there’s no trace of you on him. He doesn’t want the others to know that he got on his knees for you, that he buried his face between your legs, that he has just fucked you hard and fast until he had the chance to fill you up.
The thought makes him smile.
You felt so good all around him.
He loved watching you crumble along with him, because you were so tight and...
“Are you alright, Reid? Is Y/N okay?” Penelope asks
David rolls his eyes, lifting his right hand. “I don’t want to hear anything. She’s my niece!”
Spencer keeps his mouth shut, sitting beside Luke. “She’s... She’s really good.”
The party goes on for at least one more hour, then one by one, the rest of the team heads home. Spencer is the last one to leave Rossi’s mansion, not really sure whether to get out of the house and wait for you somewhere on the road or just come clean with David.
He’s a profiler, he knows exactly what is happening between you and Spencer.
Spencer made sure not to mention throughout the night, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how and how hard you kissed him. Everything you did, everything you said was so intoxicating – and it wasn’t just because you are extremely beautiful.
No, it’s just...
Everything.
Spencer can’t pinpoint exactly what he loves the most about you.
“Are you waiting for Y/N?”
Spencer blinks, turning to look at David. “Me? No, I was just...”
“Y/N!”
David calls out your name and Spencer’s heart drops to his chest, shocked by his action. He wasn’t expecting his colleague to yell your name, mostly because he was hoping no one downstairs understood what was happening just a floor up.
Apparently, they all did.
You open the door of your room, your head poking out at the top of the stairs. “Yes?”
“Spencer’s waiting for you.”
You look at him for a split second and Spencer waves at you, clearly embarrassed by what’s happening right now. You don’t blame him, you want to bury yourself with your bed sheets right now because you weren’t exactly planning on going out in the open with Spencer.
You don’t complain.
Hiding would’ve taken you minutes or at least an hour.
And you were starting to miss Spencer.
Hopping down the stairs in nothing, but a sweater and a pair of black leggings, you nod your head. You grab Spencer’s hand and place a kiss on his cheek, turning your head to look at David.
He’s not surprised.
Instead, he smiles.
“Ah, my new favourite couple.” – Krystall chimes in from behind, placing a hand over her heart – “Are you guys going out to celebrate Mischief Night all alone?”
Spencer feels like a guy who just arrived to pick up his girlfriend from prom. It’s not embarrassing, it’s just a bit unsettling so he turns to look at you – and when he does, and your eyes meet, he feels relaxed.
This is not that bad.
“Yes, there’s a Drive-In cinema not too far from here. I think we’ll go there and get to know each other.” – Spencer says, staring at you with a sheepish smile on his face – “Y/N is really interesting.”
You blush at his complement, gripping his elbow. “So charming.”
Krystall coos, nodding her head. “Alright! Have fun, guys. And enjoy Mischief Night! Be careful, there are kids egging cars around this neighbourhood.”
You yank Spencer by the elbow, running outside David’s house in silence. There’s no need to say anything, because if you open your mouth you will probably start laughing until you can even breathe anymore.
You were trying to be so secret... And it didn’t work.
It obviously didn’t work, you’re not as sneaky as you think you are.
Spencer opens the car door for you, closing it before jumping on his own seat.
“Oh my...”
He giggles first, covering his mouth.
You try your best to keep your mouth shut, not wanting to give in. This is not funny, this is quite embarrassing and you know you will never hear the end of it the day after. David’s not going to let you go so easily, and he’ll probably give you the whole speech about safe sex and how young you are compared to Spencer.
Thirteen years are not that much!
“We got caught.”
“I’m not surprised.” – Spencer says, turning to look at you as he leans forward – “I know a place we can go to be alone. No one will bother us, not even kids with their eggs.”
You nod your head, placing a hand on top of his. “So you can be as loud as you want while you watch me suck your pretty cock.”
The young doctor bites his bottom lip at your words, your hand immediately sliding from his to the bulge already forming between his legs.
He’s so easy to work up.
“Take me there.” – you tell him, placing a soft kiss over his lips – “Now.”
Spencer has never driven so fast to a place before in his life, dying to feel your mouth all over him like you just promised. He’s not going to hold back now, enjoying everything you can give him and giving you even more than he could do at David’s house.
If tomorrow your jaw is sore and your thighs are covered in little bite marks, you don’t complain. Maybe heading to that dark place with no one around and having the young doctor have his way with you was the best idea you’ve ever heard.
You hope to celebrate Mischief Night like this every single year.
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