#no holding hands on haunted house and pumpkin patch and corn maze

[grossbabygoblin]

Welp. I guess imma still be single and homeless-ish for the fall season. So much for coziness and cute fall dates. Smh

#goblinposts #homeless as im not my own home #living in dads rv w semi permanent type conditions w out much stuff #and ughhhh I really wanted the whole cute fall dates experience but nopeeeee #no holding hands on haunted house and pumpkin patch and corn maze #smh

[naturesapphic]

Pumpkin patch

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff, and smut ;)

“Come on natty!” You quickly said as you pull your girlfriend over to the team as you were a few minutes late getting to the designated location. It was a corn maze with a haunted house by it, they also had a festival near by as well. You never been to a haunted house or haunted corn maze before and you are ecstatic about it. You have your girlfriend and the whole team with you, so you will be fine and completely safe.

“Hey guys!” Wanda said as she waved you guys over to them and everyone waved too. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Peter, mj, Bruce, pietro, yelena, Thor, Clint, Maria, and kate were there and you were so glad that they could make it. You and nat went into the line of the haunted house with the team and Natasha had a strong arm wrapped around you waist as she was behind you. You knew nat was going to be very protective over you, even if it was a little harmless little haunted house.

Everyone was dressed up kinda nicely. The guys had casual stuff on and some of the girls too but you wanted to wear your favorite flower dress on since it was kinda hot and you didn’t want to sweat in jeans and plus…you wanted to tease nat with it too. Nat had the same idea about teasing you too because she has on a black strawberry dress that fits her right and her breast pushed up which made you drool at the sight. She knew this would get you going so after the haunted house, she would get you alone in the maze and finally have some alone time.

“Next!” A loud voice boomed, letting us go to the entrance of the house and you looked up at nat scared “don’t you dare leave my side romanoff or no sex for 5 months.” You said sternly and she look at you bewildered. “Baby! What the fuck! I would never ever leave you out of my sight!” She said quickly and you giggled at her. “I’m just kidding natty! But I swear to God if you do leave me I’m using your widow bites on your ass.” You said again sternly and nat nodded quickly in understanding. “SIMP!” Tony coughed out and nat glared at him as she punches him in his stomach which made him bend over groaning “okay…got it romanoff. No jokes.” Tony said and slowly walking in with the rest of y’all.

Natasha was behind you holding your body against hers as y’all walked into the haunted house with the team. A clown jumped out at you and you screamed loudly which made nat jump a little. You slowly walked with the rest of the team as they were jumping and screaming as actors upon actors keep jumping out at them. There was a zombie on the floor which grabbed Tony’s and Steve’s foot and they screamed at the top of their lungs like little girls. You quickly went over the zombies with nat still behind you and you were basically sprinting out of the house. Soon enough, with some of y’all’s pants wet and y’all’s throats sore, the haunted house was finally over. “I never want to do that again.” Peter said and Kate, Steve, Tony, Bruce, pietro, and Thor agreed. “I had no problem. That was fun! Let’s do it again!” Yelena exclaimed as Maria agreed along with Bucky. “FUCK NO!” The rest of the team said, including you.

“I hated that with every fiber in my body.” You grumbled and you heard nat chuckle and you glared at her. She put her hands up “okay okay I’m sorry. But hey! At least I didn’t leave ya did I now dekta?” She explained and you rolled your eyes playfully as you nodded in agreement. “That’s true. You did stay glued to me the entire time.” You admitted and she smiled triumphantly. Kate and yelena walked up to you and gave you sad smiles. “I’m sorry but we are gonna go ahead and go…Kate had an accident and she’s not speaking to me since I made her go in there. So we are going to go ahead and head home.” Lena explained and you gave Kate an apologetic look and she gave you one back. “Let me know when y’all get home.” You said to them and they both nodded in agreement as they walked back to their car.

Some of the other team members decided to go ahead and take their leave but some still stayed like Tony, Bucky, Maria, Thor, Bruce, and clint. Bruce and Thor went to go paint their faces as Tony went to take some pictures with some fans. “Hey babygirl. There’s a corn maze! Do you wanna go in? It’s not scary I don’t think.” Nat explained and you gave her a questionable look but nodded in agreement nonetheless. “Sure why not.” You said while clint, Maria, and Bucky agreed to join y’all. The five of y’all went to the front entrance of the maze and took off. Some of them made bets to see which person could make it to the middle of the maze first, but you and nat didn’t partake in the bet, just wanting to enjoy the scenery.

The three avengers went sprinting off, eager to win while you and nat stayed behind and started walking wherever. Nat grasped your hand gently in hers and smiled down at you, showing off her beautiful smile and her green eyes sparkling. “You’re so pretty natty.” You said sighing with a love struck smile on your face. Natasha felt her cheeks get warm and she looked away and you giggled. “Hey look…that looks like a little hideout.” Natasha pointed out and the both of you looked at each other and shrugged, going into the little passageway. The room was just made out of hay and didn’t have anything else in it. “This must be a little hideout for the scarers so they can jump out at people.” You explained and nat nodded in agreement. You sat down on one of the hay bales as nat sat down beside you.

“You know…I’ve been wanting to get you alone for some time now dekta…” Natasha said with a sultry voice which made you close your thighs together and nat noticed which made her smirk. You got on her lap slowly and had your legs on either side of her. “I hope you know that I’m not wearing a bra right now.” You whispered in her ear and you heard her growl under her breath. “Show me.” She demanded and you smiled innocently which always got her going. You pulled down both dress straps slowly until your breast were free and bare. Her calloused hands slowly went up your waist, to your torso, and up to your breast. “You have such pretty tits babygirl. I love them…all mine to play with…” nat stated and she leaned down to take one of your pink buds into her mouth. You gasped out and your hands immediately went onto her head so you can hold on to something.

Nat switched to your other nipple and you felt yourself getting soaked. Natasha pulled away from your chest and laid back on the hay bale with you on top of her. You smiled down at her and felt her hands on your legs, going up your dress to cup your ass. “I love this pretty ass too…” she confessed and you blushed bright red at her words. She kept kneading the flesh until her hands went under your panties and started kneading your ass again. She finally had enough of your underwear getting in the way and pulled your panties down your legs until they fell to the ground. “I want that pretty little pussy on my face.” She demanded and you felt yourself moan out at her confession. You crawled up to her face and hovered it to tease her and she gave you a stern look.

You slowly sat down on her face and was rewarded with her mouth immediately latching onto your lips and start sucking. You moan out her name loudly and felt her tongue enter your pulsating walls and start tongue fucking you. You swear the whole corn maze can hear how loud you are moaning but you really give a shit right now. Natasha kept her tongue into your throbbing hole as she used her left hand to grope your breast and her right hand to abuse your clit. “N-natty…m’gonna cum!” You moaned out and she squeezed your breast twice which meant it was okay to let go and you sure did. You came all over your girlfriends pretty face and she licked you clean.

You got off her face and laid beside her, trying to catch your breath as well as nats. “F-fuck natty…” you breathed out and she looked over at you and gave you a love sick smile. You gave her one back and leaned back over to capture her lips in another kiss. She gladly accepted and pulled you closer to her as she loves being to close to you. Your hands went up to her full breast and started massaging the flesh in your small hands which made nat gasp a little against your mouth and you took the opportunity to invite your tongue into her mouth but you didn’t dominate it for long. Nat won and soon she was sucking on your tongue so she can taste more of you and you were getting deep into subspace.

As y’all were making out, Clint, Maria, and Thor were looking for the both of you and was getting nowhere. “Where the fuck are they? The park is about to close and I’m not staying in this weird ass place.” Maria commented and Clint chuckled at her. “Don’t worry, they definitely didnt go far.” Clint reassured everyone and they kept looking and calling out y’all’s names. You stopped kissing nat which made her whine and you shushed her quietly, trying to hear what was making some sort of sound. “NAT! Y/N!” Clint screamed out and you gave nat a hurried look and immediately went to get your panties to put back on as nat was trying to fix herself and wipe away your cum off her face.

You took nats hand and y’all quickly got out of the hidden room and were met with Thor, Clint, and Maria who were looking at y’all pissed. “Where the fuck have y’all been! We thought you were kidnapped! Or worse! Left us here!” Clint said as he waved his arms in the air. You gave them a apologetic look “I’m sorry guys…me and nat found this cool hidden room and well…we got occupied…” you said with a blush creeping up on your face and the three of them gave you both a disgusted look. “Okay EW! I did not need to know that!” Clint and Maria stated and Thor just stared in disbelief. Nat rolled her eyes “okay guys shut up and let’s go. The both of us are tired and I’m sure that y’all are too so get your asses in gear.” Natasha demanded and everyone grumbled as the five of y’all went back to the car and drove back to the compound as Natasha promised you when the two of you get back that she wasn’t done with you quite yet.

A/n: holy shit 1990 words! Also shout-out to whoever drew that amazing photo! Also I apologize this request was for fall and Halloween but I’ve been pretty busy so I’m sorry. But Christmas/winter requests are still open! Also remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff imagine #natasharomanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romonova #black widow x fem reader #black widow x female reader #black widow x fem!reader #black widow fluff #black widow x you #black widow mcu #black widow imagine #black widow movie #black widow smut #black widow

[rhettabbotts]

"you've made me the happiest I've ever been" with DILF!Rhett it just screams him once he's found love again 🥹🥹

the moment i knew - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: the one where rhett finds himself falling in love again.

warnings: none. just some good ole fluff with our favorite old man.

It was the perfect autumn day. The sun was high in the sky. There was a slight breeze through the air but your hands were warm from the hot apple cider in the paper cup you were carrying around the pumpkin patch. Grace and Ellie were walking, nearly running, ahead of you and Rhett in the corn maze. They insisted they knew which way to go and Rhett couldn’t hold back his grin every time you ran into a dead end.

“Remind me to never go anywhere with them when they start driving,” you joked, not paying attention to the way you inserted yourself into Rhett’s future. It was still new, this thing between you and him. You had not established what you were yet and here you were planning on being there when his daughters reached driving age.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll be glad to have someone around to help me teach them because god knows they’ll probably give me a heart attack,” Rhett joked, his rough - much larger hand - intertwined with yours. “I haven’t seen them smile like this in a long time. They really only smile like that when you’re around.”

“Oh, I don’t think- I mean corn mazes make everyone happy. Except for the haunted ones. I could never go through a haunted one. I would probably cry-” you stopped talking when you saw Rhett’s smile. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“I love it,” he grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.

Grace was calling your name from just a few feet in front of you and she was so excited to show you the ear of purple corn she just found. You walked with her and Ellie, leaving Rhett to trail behind several paces. He couldn’t stop the way his heart fluttered watching you joke and laugh with his daughters. He thought it would’ve been impossible to find love again, especially after his nasty divorce from the girls’ mother.

You made it easy. Your smile could like up any room you walked into and you took everything with stride. You accepted him with wounded heart and the life he had built before you. And you loved his girls. That was more than he could ever ask for.

He inhaled deeply as the thought crossed his mind. It hit him like a runaway freight train. Swift and hard. He loved you. He was in love with you and he could see himself being with you for a very long time.

Rhett kept the thought to himself as you found your way out of the maze and the girls took off to the bounce house they had set up. You walked beside one another, pinkies locking and arms swinging as you made your way to a vacant hay bale.

“They’re going to be asleep the second we leave here,” you observed, smiling softly to yourself as you watched them play.

“Hey,” Rhett spoke, voice a little shaky.

“Hmm?”

“I just- I wanted to tell you that- you’ve really made such an impact on the girls. They adore you.”

“They’re the best,” you said.

“And you’ve made an impact on me, too. I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I wanted you to know that. This- what we’re doing- it’s not me messing around. I’m in this.”

You fought back the tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes and you bit your wobbling lip. Heart soaring, you wrapped your arms tight around his neck. And he pulled you in closer. A hug that felt like a promise. A promise that you’d never let go of one another.

“I love you, Rhett. I’m sorry. I- I couldn’t hold that in any longer.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, let’s go wrangle those turkeys.”

And as you walked back to the truck, Ellie on one hip and Grace holding your other hand, Rhett found his new beginning. With no one else other than his favorite girls in the entire world.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #dilf rhett 4 ever <3 #rhett x babysitter #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott drabble

[ashisgreedy]

Fall/Halloween HCs 🎃

Garreth Weasley & Ominis Gaunt

Modern AU - Suggestive Themes

This was a collab between @greedyforgarreth, @grandeoatmilklatte, @finalgirllx written simultaneously! (This is both serious and unhinged... Enjoy!)

Garreth Weasley

Fall Favorites: 

Happily accepts and wears a new knitted sweater from his mother every year. 

Always has a mug of hot cocoa with him. 

Has a comfort beanie he wears through winter. 

Loves bonfires with his family and friends.

Is the type to bring beers to the bonfires but they’re the newest fall-flavored beers. (Like chocolate and pumpkin)

Favorite Halloween tradition: 

Watching a Horror movie with his significant other. It does scare him a bit, but he loves to hide with them under the covers. 

Loves going to the pumpkin patch and pumpkin carving.

Takes his date to the corn maze and purposefully gets lost so they can make-out in the field. 

Very competitive about bobbing for apples. 

Breaking and entering through his partner’s window as Ghostface. 

Makes jello shots for the Halloween party he attends. 

Going through a haunted house they'd...:

Would stand in front of his girl and try to protect her, but get scared at the slightest noise

Garreth will grab onto someone’s hand when he’s scared - “Garreth, that’s my ass” 

He says he definitely knows the correct way out but gets the entire group lost immediately. 

Gets lost with his girlfriend and instead of trying to find a way out he fucks her in the haunted house. Her moans blend in with the screams of the scare actors. 

He accidentally moons people with his freckled ass in a corner of the haunted house. 

The next group asks “Is that part of the haunted house?” 

Their go-to costume:

Sexy costume is a Lion

Unsexy costume is a Scarecrow “stuff me” 

Anything that matches with his date/friends. Couples costumes or group costumes. 

Are they scared of Horror movies?:

Garreth enjoys scary movies but he is definitely terrified of them.

Very jumpy, screams even if there’s no jumpscare.

Will run up the stairs after turning the lights off.

Sleeps with lights on after

makes his partner hold his hand on the way to the bathroom. 

Do they throw a Halloween party, attend one, or stay in?:

He throws a party and is eager to get everyone drunk

Loves making the jungle juice for everyone! 

His decorations are a bit too realistic and they worry people. 

Tries to convince everyone to play Bloody Mary or Ouija Board

Uses a slightly different wig just to throw everyone off. 

Favorite trick-or-treating memory:

His siblings definitely convinced him to help TP some houses as a kid. 

Getting full-sized candy bars. 

Walking around the neighborhood after dark and looking at all the other decorated houses with his friends. 

Spilling his candy with his siblings and having them all split it and pick out their favorites!

Do they go all out with decorating their house?:

Yes! Inside and outside are fully decked out. 

Ominis Gaunt

Fall Favorites: 

Walking over crunchy leaves

Loves candles and incense, enjoying all the fall smells.

HE LOVES PUMPKIN SPICE! 

Putting flavored marshmallows in his hot chocolate.

Loves fuzzy socks and trusts his partner to pick out fun designs. 

Favorite Halloween tradition: 

Huge sweet tooth. He’d be eating as much candy as he could get his hands on. 

Enjoys attending the parades the town puts on.

Hunts you down in a corn maze just to eat your ass in a hidden corner.

Autumnal wine tasting. He’s trying to scrape a video from the internet where he broke a bottle of wine because it had no nut notes. 

Going through a haunted house they'd...:

Be in the front, this stuff doesn’t scare him at all. He just wants to get out of there.

He knows exactly where he’s going and makes it out faster than most. 

Their go-to costume:

sexy cat ears and fishnets

mad doctor or mad scientist costume

Are they scared of Horror movies?:

No. But he smirks when you jump and will comfort you if needed. Loves it when you’re so scared you’re practically in his lap. 

He loves horror movies, especially psychological horror with a lot of tense music. (Movies with good scores)

He gets “scared” while watching the horror movie and hides his face in your ass.

Do they throw a Halloween party, attend one, or stay in?:

He would attend, act like he doesn’t want to be there, but secretly enjoy it.

He shows up in the most perfect costume that wins the evening costume party. (Despite saying he didn’t want to come in the first place) 

Gets very sassy toward the end of the night after having too much of Garreth’s jungle juice. 

His dominant side comes out the more inebriated he is. You must refer to him as “Dominis” or he will get pissed and he will break a wine bottle. 

Favorite trick-or-treating memory:

Just trick-or-treating in general. His family didn’t let him do it when he was growing up. 

His first time trick-or-treating was with Sebastian and Anne during their first year, and he cherishes the memory. 

He loved tasting all the different kinds of candy he would get, and it’s part of why he’s such a sweet tooth now.

Do they go all out with decorating their house?:

He would enjoy the decorating process with his friends/significant other

There has to be a lot of Halloween blankets and pillows as the decor, so he can snuggle up with his s/o and be comfy.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley

[purelyfiction]

the name of someone i no longer know

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,406 words

Summary: it's stick season what can i say? also maybe this is whump-tober coded who knows

Content Warning:  alcohol use/abuse, maybe alcoholism, dui mention, police interaction, drunk jake, a little aggression, heartbreak and all around sad

Author Note: what the summary said

Jake had loved California for the reasons that it never seemed to rain. It was flooded with lots of sunshine, beaches and bars. Good music, good friends, good girls and bad decisions to be made.

Until he was sent back to the thick of it - sent to Annapolis to be shipped off for some form of deployment, only to be delayed due to concerns for the ship. Instead of sending him back to California, they'd kept him in Maryland.

Maryland was his personal Hell on Earth.

Flooded with memories of the cooler months, pumpkin patches filled with your laugh, dive bars he'd lost himself in like corn mazes he'd held onto you in. This place haunted him. Especially when it rained and God, did it rain in this damned state.

Another Friday of work slips away from him, until he's at the old bar whose name had been a weapon in the fallout. Jake sits peeling labels of a local beer - they were out of Bud. The jukebox plays a song he doesn't recognize and a couple laughs in the corner of the bar top.

That corner had housed the two of you all those years ago. Conversations about drunken college nights, holidays spent with friends instead of family while deployed, promises made that he'd broken only months later.

His collection of beer bottle caps is turning into a small mountain in front of him. Until the bartender is tapping the wood in front of him. "Last one, pal."

Green eyes groggily flip up to meet his, brows furrowing. "Huh?"

"You've had enough for the night, man." The bartender slides his receipt toward him, the pen alongside it rolling off and onto the floor. The blonde sits up with annoyance.

"I'm fine, first off," Jake slides from the barstool to retrieve the pen off the floor - only to crack his head on the underside of the bar when he stands up, "fuck!"

The man from the corner comes to his side, "Are you alright? That looked like it hurt." When the stranger grabs his arm, Jake rights himself and shoves him back into a barstool.

"Don't touch me." He spits. The stranger holds up his hands to show he's backing off.

"You need a ride." The bartender is pulling his phone from his pocket, Jake shakes his head.

"No, no I'm-" a hiccup breaks his train of thought. The sum of the bill catches his eye and he groans, dropping his initials onto the paper.

"I'll just order you an Uber, where you going?"

"I said no, I can drive." The barkeep nearly gives Jake the stink eye now. As the blonde fumbles his way to the front door, he nearly eats it at the front stoop. He manages to find his way to his truck - a rental no less - he pauses at the sight of an old Jeep Liberty.

The last time he was in Annapolis, he'd bought a cheap one exactly like it off of Facebook Marketplace. He'd needed a way to get around, and considering how often he bounced around, there was no need to buy anything worthwhile.

That same Jeep that you'd refused to get into the passenger seat of one night. You were leaving a friend's Thanksgiving. He'd had too much to drink. You begged him to let you drive, seeing that you were sober - he wouldn't have any of it.

He'd left you in the driveway of your friend's place along the water, snow and all. Annapolis police had him in their custody not even twenty minutes later. Jake had friends in the navy ranks in Maryland, that had helped him avoid a dishonorable discharge at the time - he no longer had those friends.

He also no longer had you.

Jake makes sure his rental is locked before he starts down the road in the direction of the naval base.

His steps are uneasy, a bit sporadic as he walks aimlessly in one direction. A film reel serves as his entertainment for his walk back. Scenes from two years of love, a whole six months of downward spiral toward heartbreak. Total, gut-wrenching and life wrecking heartache. Self-inflicted he now realizes.

The breakup was sharp. His things were packed up. Put into the Liberty. You'd taken your key back, deleted your number from his phone and told him to forget you even lived on the same continent. He'd promised you'd never hear from him.

Jake looks up after a cold round drop plops onto his head. Followed by another. His feet stop walking as he stares up at the rain beginning to fall, the street lamps serving as a backdrop as the downpour begins. He stands there. Watching the rain. His head drops to meet the river running under him, the bridge he stands on giving a viewing point as the speed picks up.

A car slows to a stop just behind him. The headlights make him squint, slowly moving a hand up to block the LEDs that blind him.

"It's a bit wet out here, don't you think?" A voice calls from the side of the vehicle, the door shutting in tandem to another on the symmetrical side of the car.

"Rain'll do that." He snidely retorts, leaning into the jersey barrier along the bridge.

"You think you might wanna find a dry place to settle in? It's getting late, afterall." A second voice consoles him, and Jake realizes why the lights are so damn bright. He'd recognize the striping of the Anapolis police anywhere.

"Ah, I'm-" Another hiccup, "I'm trying to." An older male comes in the rain, graying facial hair, a well trimmed beard as he approaches.

"You look a little lost there, boy."

If only this damn officer knew the half of it.

Neither of them mention his slow reaction times. Or reveal that they'd received a tip from a rather concerned bartender. Instead, they carefully guide him to the backseat of the cruiser. No handcuffs are involved, no harsh words spoken, not a single arrest made.

That doesn't stop Jake from reciting your name, your address and phone number.

Anapolis' police station is dated. The linoleum is scuffed and worn - a creamier brown than he remembers.

"You.. wanna call somebody to come get you, son?"

"I've got- I'll just call her. She'll come." When he pulls his phone from his pocket it's either too cold, too wet, or too dead - or some combination of the three.

The officer with the mustache that matched that of an old friend's hands him two dollars in change, pointing him in the direction of the payphones.

Nine digits. He's got them memorized, though he swore he would forget them.

One ring. Two rings. Four.

Finally- "Hello?"

Your name leaves his lips like a prayer.

The end tone sounds like a gunshot.

Another pair of quarters.

Dial tone. Ring three. Ring four. Voicemail.

Two dollars gone.

"Alright, kid, lets get you sat down for a minute." Jake firms up like an oak tree when the officer grabs his shoulder.

"Hold on, just- I need a charger. Something- she'll call. You've got more change? Just a quarter-" He turns to a nearby woman, desperately leaning toward her, his balance wavering enough that the cop comes to his shoulder again to keep him upright.

"Have you had much to drink tonight, son?"

"I- Didn't- she's gonna call." He mumbles as the officer slowly guides him to a seat. Green eyes look up at the older man and then to the tinted window at the end of the corridor.

"Hate to tell you this... but I don't think she will."

Jake shoots up again, almost falling on his ass.

"She will- I- let me call her again- just one more time-"

The officer resists Jake and his sluggish effort to move back to the phones, finally gripping onto the pilot.

"Sit. I'm gonna get you some water and we-"

"Fuck that. Sir. I just need to get her on the phone- she's not far she-" His words begin on a carousel. Coming back again and again, repeating in the same pattern.

The plastic cup of water in his hands grows warm as he sits in the station. Two officers talk among themselves as they keep an eye on him, mentioning your name. Your address.

The phone number you refuse to use if he is on the other end of the line.

And he waits.

#top gun maverick #top gun #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman fanfiction #hangman fanfic #hangman #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin fanfic #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake “hangman” seresin x reader

[rachalixie]

stray kids reactions | autumn dates

just the boys and you on cute fall dates

warnings: stray kids x gender neutral reader, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol

genre: fluff fluff fluff

chan

corn maze

he lets you borrow his oversized hoodie to wear because it's chilly outside

borrow is a strong word because you were going to take it anyways

links your arms together as you walk through the maze and says it’s to share body heat

let’s you lead the way and take wrong turns even though he knows which way to go

gives silly names to every single scarecrow you walk past

uses them as waypoints when you finally give up and ask him to lead you out

buys a bag of fresh kettle corn for you to share on the way home

minho

carving pumpkins

lugs two pumpkins home from the store and complains about his muscles hurting

sprays you with water as he washes the pumpkin seeds to roast them because he doesn’t want to waste them

watches you carefully to make sure you don’t hurt yourself with the big knife you chose to carve with

carves jureumi into his pumpkin and you’re not surprised in the slightest

you carve leebit into yours and he blushes and smiles when he sees it

drapes a blanket around your shoulders when you outside to put them on the patio

changbin

haunted house

it’s your idea and he agrees to go even though he’s scared

you know he’s a little spooked but you let him pretend he’s tough

he squeezes your hand the entire time, when when you’re in line before the actual haunted part begins

let’s you grab onto his bicep even though your fingertips will probably leave a mark

drags you behind him as you run away from the chainsaw man

you’re both giggly and out of breath by the end of it

hyunjin

pumpkin patch

wears a matching pullover with you

brings a polaroid and takes candids of you when you’re not looking

tries to lift a huge pumpkin to show off and pouts at your giggles when he can’t

holds your hand the entire time you’re there and pulls you in different directions when he sees something exciting

ends up with a piece of straw in his hair and you don’t tell him because it makes him look adorable

he buys you both coffee and you sip it as you watch the sunset

jisung

halloween costume party

makes a big fuss about wearing a couples costume as if you would say no

you argued a bit over whether to go scary or funny but you ended up as two characters from your favorite show and you look more cute than anything else

he smiles at you from the other side of the kitchen as you mix drinks for you both to drink before you go

you dance together until you’re both hot and sweaty

doesn’t let you out of his sight the entire night

he pouts when you don’t win the best costume award

when you’re home and in bed he asks you if you’ll put the costume on for him again sometime

felix

fall baking

you go grocery shopping for the ingredients you need and tease each other the entire time you’re in the store

you can’t decide what to make but end up choosing pumpkin pie

he lets you add the ingredients to the bowl but gently takes the spoon away when he sees you stirring it wrong

you ask him how it’s possible to stir wrong but he just smiles at you and shakes his head

the smell of the baking fills the entire house

you both cut into it before it’s cooled off completely because you’re too impatient

take turns feeding each other bites of pie in between sweet kisses

seungmin

apple picking

wears an oversized flannel that he specifically picked out because it matches your outfit

ties the laces on your boots/shoes for you

carries the apple basket the entire time even when it gets too heavy for him

gives you a boost so you can grab an apple a little out of reach

but you stumble a bit and you both end up in a heap on the ground

buys you a steaming cup of apple cider and blows on it until it’s cool enough to drink

jeongin

scary movie marathon

you both prepare copious amounts of snacks, popcorn, candy, soda, everything

you both dress in your comfiest pajamas

he makes a blanket fort on the couch for you to cuddle into

you both laugh throughout the movies, not taking any of it seriously

until you reach the last one, the scariest one

where you spend the whole time taking turns hiding your face into the others’ shoulder

your knuckles are white from how hard you’re gripping each others’ hands

you end up sleeping on the couch because neither of you want to leave the safety of the blankets

—

masterlist

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids reactions #stray kids x y/n #stray kids headcanons #bang chan fluff #skz fluff #hyunjin fluff #seungmin fluff #jisung fluff #stray kids fic #felix fluff #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #hyunjin x y/n #lee felix x reader #seungmin x y/n

[wwenhlimagines]

Corn Maze/Haunted House with hook ?

Fall Fluff Prompts

Growing up in the midwest, you always found October to be one of the best months to hang out with your friends. There was so much more to do than any other time of year, and you enjoyed every bit of it. One part that your boyfriend Hook didn't quite understand your fascination with was the corn mazes. Being from New York, he wasn't used to going to some random corn field at night and trying to find the way out for fun. However, you were so excited to go to one, so he happily took you to one.

He drove the rental car to a corn maze near the next Dynamite location, and you both got out with your hoodies, jeans, and comfy shoes on. He apparently didn't do his research well enough to know this one was a haunted corn maze. You saw the sign, and you smiled to yourself, hoping he didn't catch on until you were already into the maze far enough.

The wind was starting to make it a bit chilly, so you cuddled into Hook's side as you started walking into the maze. "Don't worry, baby, it's just corn, right?"

You try to stifle your giggle by making it sound like a shiver. "Yes, but it's chilly out here. I need you to keep me warm."

He smiles and wraps his arm around you, and bear hugs you from behind. "I can definitely help with that. Maybe we get lost in here on purpose for a bit, and I can really warm you up."

You see some slight movement ahead of you and prepare yourself for Hook's reaction. Suddenly, you hear the chainsaw, and the person dressed up as a zombie jumps out in front of you. Hook's grip on you tightens as he jumps back slightly, and a high-pitched squeak blares in your ear.

You start laughing so hard you double over as Hook holds your waist, still trying to catch his breath from the jump scare. "What the fuck? I thought this shit was just a maze of fucking corn."

You turn around and hold his face in your hands. "You didn't see the sign that said Haunted Corn Maze, did you?"

He groans and throws his head back in frustration. "Fuck, I wouldn't have brought you here if I saw that."

You kissed his neck as you hugged him and tried not to laugh. "As long as you keep me warm, I will protect you from the scary bad guys."

He groans but kisses your forehead, "Fine, but this never gets out to the lads. They will torture me if they find out."

You kiss his lips and nod before turning back around, leading him through the rest of the maze. You both jumped at a few places, but overall, you had fun, and Hook survived his first corn maze adventure. "So, are we making this an annual tradition now?"

Hook glared at you as you settled back into the car. "Why the hell do you find this shit fun? Is getting lost and scared in the middle of a corn field the only fun thing to do in the midwest?"

"No, but it is definitely the most exciting part of the year. Next year, we can stick with pumpkin patches and hay rides if you want to enjoy the non spooky stuff."

"You are lucky I love you so damn much. Otherwise, I would have left your ass out there."

"You wouldn't dare to leave a damsel in distress."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... can we just go back to the hotel and warm each other up like I suggested?"

Your hand squeezed his thigh as you kissed him. "What are you waiting for?"

His head snapped to the road as you drove away from the corn maze and towards the warm bed waiting for you both to return.

Tags: @730hook @99hook @hookswifeeyy @hooksredrum @hooks-martin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @plentyoffandoms @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

#aew imagine #aew hook imagine #fall fluff requests

[steddiesupportgroup]

A spicy six autumn drabble 🍁

Robin is a cold weather queen. She has so many jackets, sweaters, hoodies and hats that there’s not enough space in her closet for anything else, and even during the summer she can’t help but buy warm clothes at the thrift shop because they’re just so cute. She always says that she’ll save them for the cold months

And when October rolls around, she does! She cycles through them every day and is always letting her friends borrow them. She’ll crawl through their windows if she doesn’t get them back, though (except for Nancy, who can keep whatever she wants).

Eddie is a winter warlock, wearing the same things all year round because his style is too important to let slip just because of a little cold weather. He just layers up, but when they’re at home he likes to wear Steve’s hoodies

Steve has one winter coat that he only wears when it gets to a dangerous level of cold. Until then he just wears his jackets, and he has a few of Robin’s things in his closet as well. He’s the type to be bothered by the cold easily, but doesn’t say anything until he’s noticeably grumpy and shivering

When Argyle comes to visit it’s of course much colder than what he’s used to, but he has a lot of fun shopping for warmer clothes. He’s also a thrift king and has a knack for finding his favorite threads at discount prices, and even finds something for all the Byers’

The gang goes to a corn maze at a pumpkin patch because it’s an integral part of the autumn experience. Steve had never been to one before, and the others like to use the position of the sun to make their way around it

They all go through the tame one together, but only the boys go through the haunted one because Nancy’s anxiety is really bad after Vecna and Robin only likes jump scares in movies. They hang back and hold hands on the hayride, Nancy looking absolutely adorable in Robin’s oversized clothes with her favorite patches stitched onto them.

Jonathan, Argyle, and Eddie are all stoned, and after each round of events they keep sneaking off to pass around a joint. Steve’s left himself out of that equation because he doesn’t like to get high in public

Argyle softly, but passionately lectured Eddie about littering when he saw Eddie toss his paper cider cup on the ground in the maze, and now he and Jonathan are separated from the group because they kept drifting off to shove other people’s litter in their pockets

As much as Eddie and Steve would love to take a different turn from the girls to find a spot in the maze to make out, Nancy isn’t willing to let anyone else out of her sight, so they stick together. She only let Jonathan and Argyle slip off because Argyle’s sense of direction is at an incredible level, and she knows they’ll find their way back

Eventually the group makes their way out of the maze and goes to the pumpkin patch to find their favorite pumpkins. Jonathan takes pictures of everyone and tasks Argyle with finding his pumpkin for him

Eddie decides that he needs the biggest one in the patch, and after hearing that they’re priced by weight, Steve offers to pay for both of theirs. Nancy gets to ride in the wheelbarrow with it and offer judgement on the other options. Steve is pushing the wheelbarrow

Steve and the girls pick modestly sized pumpkins that they deem the prettiest, and Argyle purposely picks the “flawed ones”. Nature’s paintbrush could never paint something ugly, and he likes the ones that are misshapen and have color variations

They carve the pumpkins at the Byers’ house. Joyce and Hopper are going on a date, and before they leave Hopper points a finger at the boys and says with a stern face, “Don’t smoke pot in my house,” while Joyce is out of earshot. So they smoke on the back porch

Jonathan had picked out pumpkins for Will and El, and they join in on the carving. Will takes the longest with his because he’s an artist and gets way too wrapped up in the process. El goes for the classic jack-o-lantern design

Nancy and Robin take on the task of carving each other’s likenesses in their pumpkins and don’t show each other until they’re done. They make adorable, knowing faces at each other the whole time

Eddie carves the most monstrous looking pumpkin they’ve ever seen. He makes a big show of pulling out its guts with his hands and screaming bloody murder. It doesn’t last too long because Will goes kind of pale while he works and Eddie can take a hint, even if he ignores Nancy’s eye-roll

Argyle carves mushrooms into his with the knowledge that they’ll have a mystical glow when he puts the candle in

((For the life of me I cannot figure out what Jonathan would carve. Lmk what you think he’d do if you want!))

Steve isn’t too worried about design. He’s had such a good day that he just gives his pumpkin a happy face to reflect his mood, but he does give it eyebrows

By the time they’re all done, the dining table and floor are both covered with newspaper and pumpkin entrails. Steve and Jonathan clean up, talking in hushed voices about how their lives have changed for the better while the others are discussing who has the best pumpkin

#the spicy six #steddie #ronance #jargyle #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle my king #please give that man a last name he deserves it

[stayteezdreams]

Halloween Requests - CLOSED

Status: CLOSED *as of Sept 29th

SO,

Over on my other blog, I have done what I dubbed '13 Days of Halloween' over the last few years, in which I release at least one piece of content (drabble/fic/headcanons/etc) every day from October 19th to October 31st.

And though this is not a promise, I am going to try and do it on this blog this year!~

I am opening requests for this now so I have time to write them along with my normal content.

Though I can come up with some ideas on my own I would appreciate some requests as well! (Up to this point, I have received very few requests in general, so I am hoping this might lead to more requests???) If I get a lot of requests I wont be able to write each one, but I like having a lot of options!

Who I write For:

Ateez

Stray Kids

Seventeen *all members of each group (x gn!reader)

Things I do not write:

Detailed NSFW/Smut (suggestive content is fine)

Pregnancy/child Content

Abuse/Member cheating

Prompts under the cut!

A/n: You can send in the number of the prompt(s) instead of the prompt itself if you want, but please specify which section it is from (i.e dialogue, scenario or sensory)

Feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

Prompts/Scenarios (1-3 per request; feel free to mix and match) *Again: feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

~~~ Dialogue Prompts ~~~

“I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”

“This place creeps me out.”

“I thought I saw something.”

“Don’t you dare leave me in here alone.”

“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”

"I don't believe in ghosts." "You will after tonight."

"Did you match with my costume on purpose?"

"If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."

"If you say we should split up I will kill you."

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

"You look so cute!" "I'm trying to be scary." "I don't think that's possible."

"Boo!" "If you wanted to scare me, you should have left the mask off."

"Aren't you a bit old to be trick or treating?"

"Just because I'm not afraid of the dark, doesn't mean I like being in it"

"What do we do?" "Run!"

"Wear a matching costume with me!" "Why? Only couples are wearing matching costumes." "I know..."

“Trick or treat?” “…Depends on if you’re the treat or not.”

Person A, seeing person B dressed as a ghost: “So… Are you dressed up as my boo?” Person B: “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

"You look good." "I'm covered in fake blood...?" "Yeah, and?"

"Did you see that too?" "Yes." "Damn, I was hoping I was going crazy."

 “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”

“I wonder, how many people are dead in that graveyard?” “Hopefully all of them…”

"Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?"

"If I knew all it would take for you to hug me was a haunted house I would have brought you to one earlier."

"Why is there mistletoe in the doorway?" "You told me to decorate." "Its Halloween!"

"Too old to trick or treat and too young to die." "What the fuck."

"I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is going"

"Wasn't that scarecrow facing the other way before?"

"I thought you didn't like Halloween?" "You changed my mind."

~~~ Scenario Prompts ~~~

Going to a haunted house

Getting lost in a corn maze

Carving Pumpkins

Meeting at a masquerade

Wearing the same costume to a costume party

Cozy autumn evening watching Halloween movies

Scary Stories at a campfire

Lost in the woods

A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

Finding out the "monster" costume they are wearing isn't a costume (monster/demon/supernatural au)

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Catch the killer Halloween party game

Every Halloween you are visited by a stranger in your dreams, but this year, he shows up at your door in the real world. (supernatural au)

Hot Chocolate Date (bonus: they wipe whipped cream off of your nose)

Accidentally summoning a demon when decorating for Halloween (demon au)

Buying an old antique and accidentally bringing a ghost home with you because of it.

You meet Death himself, and he seems to have a crush on you. (supernatural au)

Someone summoned a demon to take your soul, but the demon likes you too much to hurt you.

Choosing each other's costumes, and unknowingly matching.

Trying to paint their face but they wont stop trying to kiss you.

You're scared and they try their best to comfort you.

Getting lost in a haunted house and running into a stranger who is also lost.

Pumpkin Carving Contest

Hearing a noise upstairs, but you live alone.

Ghost Hunting

You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed.

~~~ Sensory Prompts ~~~

Flinch of the body when something scares you

Tingles as goosebumps rise on your arms

Feeling of someone watching you

The sound of footsteps behind you

Your name being whispered in the dark

The creaking of an old door

Distant scream

Shadows in the corner

Something unseen moving in the bushes

Frozen in fear

Wanting to call out but your voice wont come

Warming up next to a fireplace after being out in the cold

Warmth that fills your gut when drinking a hot beverage

Embers floating into the night sky before disappearing

Lightning bugs in a dark field

The crackling and popping of an open fire 

Sound of wind in the trees.

Feeling like someone is behind you, and turning to see that no one is there.

Thinking you are looking at your own shadow, until it moves.

Realization that you are being followed.

Being trapped somewhere all alone.

--

*prompts crossed out are ones I have received multiple of and no longer want **most prompts are from my other writing blog, from lists I made myself. Some also from posts by @dumplingsjinson and @creativepromptsforwriting

A/n: Depending on the prompt I might save it for later (for after Halloween)

#halloween requests #13 days of halloween #kpop requests #stray kids imagines #ateez imagines #seventeen imagines #stray kids x reader #ateez x reader #seventeen x reader #stray kids scenarios #seventeen scenarios #ateez scenarios #stray kids fanfic #ateez fanfic #seventeen fanfic

[bakugoyelling]

Sweet mimmy it has been far too long!! I love your giyuu commission it’s so cute 🥰 so I gotta know what’s yours and giyuus little fall/October/Halloween traditions!? Bonus for Tamaki as well 🥰

eee (〃ω〃) hi vixen!! thank you, I love it too and thank you for asking such a cute question!! I love an excuse to think about doing things with my faves 🤭🍂 i wrote some things for both tamaki and giyuu <3

Throughout Fall, Giyuu and I go on little dates about once a week. We go out to different cafes or restaurants to try something off their seasonal fall menus — pumpkin pancakes, caramel apple lattes, harvest fall salads! It’s something fun and delicious that we look forward to! Especially Giyuu, if he’s had a tough week at work.

He also takes me apple-picking 🍎🧺 we pick the best apples we can, save a few to eat during the week, and then use the rest to bake something! He also looks really good plucking the apples that I can’t reach ;)

For Halloween, I enjoy decorating our house. Giyuu doesn’t really care, but he does go along with what I want 😆 So when I start decorating, it puts him in the spirit, and that makes me happy ( ◠‿◠ ) because then we get to have fun together! We carve pumpkins to decorate our front porch, and he does sweet stuff like buying me the skeleton cinnamoroll! Mitsuri also has a Halloween party every year, so we dress up for that! But my favorite part is the photo booth because while we stick to fairly tame poses, the last picture on the photo strip is always Giyuu going in for a kiss, or him pretending to bite me while he squeezes my boob — yes, he has gone dressed as a vampire more than once, and he looks sexy every time!!

Fall is Tamaki’s favorite season! He just loves the feeling of it. When he was younger, his mom would take him to the pumpkin patch every October. So, that’s something we do too! We like to get apple cider donuts, walk around, and do all the fun activities. If Mirio and Nejire tag along, the four of us like to go through the corn maze too! They also are the ones that persuade us to go to a haunted house every year! Mirio loves the thrill of them and while Tamaki isn’t the most excited about going through them, he still walks ahead of me and holds my hand the entire time <3

For Halloween, we do the typical movie night while eating Halloween snacks (I just love any excuse to make things lol) And even if we don’t plan on dressing up or giving out candy, I still like to decorate the inside of our place with lights. I like how it looks, and it sort of sets the mood, because, I’ve said this before but Tamaki loves lingerie 👀 so for Halloween, I like to wear a sexy little outfit for him 🫣

We also like to go on walks around the park during Fall, especially when the leaves start to change. Whenever we go, I always end up picking up acorns 😆 I like the ones that still have the tops on because they’re so cute lol Then after I’ve found one Tamaki starts looking for more. 🤭 Which turns into us having pockets full of acorns! Fast forward to winter and we’re still finding random acorns lying around the house or in the pockets of our pants 🌰

#i could go on and on lol but these are just a few things i thought of last night :p #thanks for letting me talk about them and thanks for listening 😆 #🍰ss stuff

[invisibleraven]

being caught in a thunderstorm on halloween for willie/alex/reggie?

"You guys ready?" Reggie asks as he bounces into the kitchen, looking at his boyfriends.

"Almost," Alex replies, wrapping a sandwich to put into their picnic basket. Willie is filling thermoses with hot cider and cocoa, while Reggie had gathered a blanket, and his speaker.

They had the whole day planned out. First to the pumpkin path for hayrides and to get themselves laden down with gourds. Then the corn maze, then the farmer's market to buy all the fall treats they could buy. Then to the meadow clearing nearby for as lovely picnic lunch. Then home before the kids came to their door for candy and they settled down for The Muppets Haunted Mansion.

It was going to be perfect.

The car loaded, everyone ready, Alex glanced at the sky. He worried his bottom lip at how dark and cloudy it looked, but Reggie looked so excited about their outing, and Willie was already in the car, so he said nothing.

They were a half hour out from the house when the first raindrops hit the windshield. Willie scowled at the sky but kept going. Only as he drove the rain kept getting heavier and heavier, the wind picking up.

"I think we should turn back," Alex said, his voice full of remorse. Reggie whined, turning on his puppy dog eyes. "I know Reg, but everything is going to close with this weather, and I really don't want us to get stuck on the dirt road to the patch."

"Fiiiiiiine," Reggie conceded. "Let's go home and we can eat the picnic in front of the TV."

"We can turn on the fireplace channel and everything, make it really cozy," Willie suggested.

"That sounds nice," Alex offered, holding on as Willie found a rest stop to turn around in. The drive home was slow going as the roads started to flood, and as they pulled up to their neighbourhood, the first sound of thunder crashed. Lightning splitting the sky as they got into their driveway.

They gathered up all their supplies, Reggie tossing their blanket over their heads to dash to the door. They still got soaked given the wind pelted the rain sideways, and they looked more than a bit bedraggled by the time the door was unlocked and they crashed through. Willie locked the car as he pushed his wet hair from his face.

"Okay, I propose showers and food before we lose power," Alex said.

"Share to save water?" Reggie suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"That's not... okay," Alex sighed. They threw their wet clothes into the dryer and squeezed into their shower. It really wasn't built for three, meaning there were a few elbows in stomachs, a few tangled limbs as they tried to soap up or do each other's hair. But it also meant hands groped and teased, and it usually made their shared showers longer, not shorter.

However, once they were clean and dry, cuddled up in front of the TV, Alex couldn't complain. Reggie and Willie had made sure the cramped shower had been enjoyable for all involved, and a sated Alex was less prone to grumble. They pulled out the sandwiches, Willie having heated up a pot of soup, Reggie pouring the drinks into warm mugs, and they toasted.

"Guess the trick or treaters will have to wait until tomorrow," Reggie said mournfully.

"Weather network says it's suppose to be like this all week," Alex commented as he checked his phone.

"Does that mean we can eat the candy?" Willie asked.

"I mean... why not?" Alex agreed, and wasn't surprised that Willie and Reggie scrambled to the front hall where the bowl of candy was waiting. "Not the whole thing!"

"I mean, we can always go out and get more at a discount tomorrow," Reggie suggested.

"I was thinking more so we don't get stomach aches," Alex chided.

"You just want all the MIlky Ways," Willie chuckled, tossing one of the bars at Alex.

"Hand me the Reese's!" Reggie asked, grinning ear to ear as Willie dumped a pile of orange wrapped candy into his hands. Willie pulled out the M&M's and Skittles, happily pouring the combo into his mouth.

Outside the storm raged on, but the three of them paid it no mind. They were happy enough with their treats and their cozy atmosphere. Sure, Reggie was a bit disappointed about the lack of hayrides, and Willie was lamenting the loss of their pumpkins, with Alex secretly glad they hadn't gotten lost in the corn maze again.

So no, it wasn't the date they had planned. But it ended up being a terrific one just the same.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willexie #julie and the phantoms

[kylo-reject]

hey

anyone wanna fake date from September to November (or even December) so we can go to corn mazes, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, and maybe some Christmas lights? or anything else just hmu it's cuffing season. nobody gets left behind. the only requirement is I like holding hands.

#halloween #holidays #holding hands #pumpkin patches #pumpkins #haunted house #christmas lights #dates #bisexual #yikes #big yikes #yikes yikes yikes #autumn #fall #corn maze

[heartfullofleeches]

Pumpkin Carving

Yandere demon x gn reader 

4.1k words. Warning: masochistic themes, Scopophobia, non graphic gore, death, and body horror

Crisp air seeps through the holes of your thin jacket. The air somehow got colder between the short steps taken from shopping cart to car; chilling your skin to the point you thought your teeth would chatter louder than the plastic skeleton you held with shivering arms. His neck poked your cheek as you struggled to get his limbs in order, head lost in god knows what of an ordeal that landed him with a cheaper price and greater value in another’s eyes. You place him in the boot of a car packed with cheap holiday decorations, peeling a discount sticker from his ribcage before heading up to the passenger seat. The scratching of pen against paper is loud enough to hear on the other side of the car door, but stops immediately as you open it and hop inside. 

Sitting across from you was your close friend and roommate, Jack; ecstatic look on his face. You met a while back, moving with him to his hometown for college and living in his old family home. The two of you had gone around town to gather the rest of the decorations for a haunted house he was creating; the town having an abandoned rice mill were it’d be hosted. He boosted about how he was a master at the craft and with the mill as the perfect location; he’d get a good scare out of you.

“Was that everything? It’s cold as hell out there.” You place your hands in front of the heater 

“You didn’t have to put it all away by yourself. I was going to help in a minute.”

“You’ve been in here for the last ten.”

“I know.” His laughter dies. “I’m just  looking forward to 

The conversation ends there, Jack, by miracle, looking through the rear view mirror; but doesn’t start the car. He taps on it lightly, muttering.  “Basket's in the way.”

You groan involuntarily. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

“I’ll get it.”

“No, I got it.” You step out again, pushing the cart up to the post by the front of the door. As you align it with the other’s, a trunk pulls behind you, blocking your view of the car. A duo climb from its trunk, one hoisting one side of a sign to the ground while the latter helped with the other. They prop it up by the store’s door, standing post afterwards with filters in hand. Orange shapes decorated the aged wood, a flame to brighten hollow smiles filling their stomachs. A farm house and other scenic details had also been added – layered over the night sky overshadowed only by the bold letters etched around the sign. The pair pass a flyer to any and every person that leaves the store, not letting a single one go by without a piece of paper in hand. You watch for a minute, not even sure why you were doing so in the first place. 

“Y/n! Come on already.” A voice echoes from the other side of the parked truck. At the mention of your name, one of the individuals turns in your direction; engrossed in staring you down. All of a sudden; the rapid dispensing of filters became the last thing on their mind; even when folks came up to ask for one willingly. They walk over to you, carnivorous grin on their face.

“I hope you didn’t think I’d let you get away that easily.” With the blank stare you give, their expression becomes a bit friendlier as they hold out a flyer to you. “You haven’t taken a flyer with you. This year’s harvest is the best we’ve had in a while, so please attend.”

“Oh, thanks.” You take the flyer and return to the car; Jack waiting with the engine running.. “What took so long?”

You look down at the flyer in your hand, the full picture now legible.

“Acker Farm’s Pumpkin Patch. Locally Grown and Pick Your Own.”

Beneath that was a list of the other things available on the farm, and it’s address. You hold it up for him to see. “There’s a pumpkin patch in this town?’

Jack gives you a side eye, uncertainty in his voice. “Huh? Oh, yeah.. it’s across town. Has a corn maze and everything too.” 

“Why don’t we go? Could find some more stuff  for the haunted house there.” 

He chuckles, but it doesn't sound as genuine as earlier. “Are you doubting my plans, Y/n? I don’t need a pumpkin or some old scarecrow, plus I’m kinda tired. Let’s just head home, ok?”

“Ok.” The slight tension dies beneath the sound of the radio. As the car pulls away, you hear a blaring car horn behind you. Glancing out the mirror, you see that same farm hand; standing in the road in the middle of traffic – staring you down.

-

Jack drops you off at the house, going off to work on his project like he did for the past couple days. You still had some energy, despite the long day; left to figure out what you’d do next. The flyer comes to mind, you checking it for the farm's distance from your home. If you left now, you’d get there in an hour or two. Having nothing better to do, you decide to check it out on your own.

-

Stepping off the bus, you stood directly at the entrance of the farm; gate towering overhead. You walk inside, pumpkins and similar gourds in every direction. A sign was posted besides you, listing off all the types they sold. True to the flyer, there was a barn house at the farm’s back. An older man sat in a chair on the porch, selling other treats. Looking at them makes you realize how dry your throat was; having neither ate nor drank since you started your day. You walk up to the porch to buy some cider before looking around, just to have something on your stomach.

The man smiles warmly as you approach. “Hello there, what can I do for you?”

“Can I get a bottle of apple cider?” The man reaches into the cooler beside his chair, pulling one out for you. “Of course. It’s always nice when younger people stop by. Are you in town long?”

You take it. “I actually live here.”

He, happy to have started up a conversation.  “That so? It has been a while since I left home. My nephews have taken over the farm for me this year. I’m Mr. Acker, the owner of the farm.”

You look around. “I think they did a pretty good job.

“Thank you, dear. Here’s a marker if you find a pumpkin you’d like to buy and can’t take it today.” Mr. Acker states, holding a red marker out to you. “Just write your initials and we’ll know to move it to the side.”

You take the marker, ready to explore the area, when you hear a commotion coming from one of the corners of the patch. The both of you turn to see what the fuss was, chattering loud like the buzzing of flies. A group of people were gathered around the spot, shouting coming from whatever they had swarmed to. 

“I should go see what’s going on.” Mr. Acker says, fighting with his body just to get from his chair. You place a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back with reassurance that you’d go in his place. He thanks you, and you head over, the crowd now bigger than seconds ago. Nobody else had tried to intervene, instead whispering among each other as a man caves another pumpkin’s head in. 

“Should we stop him?”

“He knows the farm didn’t take the proper precautions this year. It’s their fault if you ask me.”

All the pumpkins in the general area had been smashed in; stomped so hard into the ground they were indistinguishable from the soil. What remained of their insides leaked from hollow husks, oddly pinkish in the pale light.  The man spews obscenities at the wind,  babbling incoherent despite being able to hear him clearly. 

“These are all abominations! Are you trying to kill us all? If you can’t do a simple task right then I’ll burn this place to the ground.” He turns on his heel, kicking another pumpkin in with enough force that it bursts. What did he mean by that? With his back turned, you could see something weighing his jacket pocket. A little bottle with a red cap. Having released all his initial anger, he starts to reach for it.

Not thinking clearly, you rush forward as he reaches for the bottle of lighter fluid. You manage to grab a hold of it, pulling it from his grasp; but slipping on the pumpkin corpses in the process. You hit the ground hard, all your weight landing on your shoulder. The man stares down at you with a mix of anger and alarm; two pairs of arms snaking around his own before he could do anything to you. Having watched in silence until this point, the farm hands finally come to intervene, dragging the man off the premises as he tries to shout back at you. You cant hear what he’s saying, a loud ringing blaring in your ears.

You fell harder than it first seemed, possibly hitting your head from the pounding headache you had. You were covered in mush, pumpkin guts and seeds dripping from your clothes; the fluids feeling thinner than they should. They drip down your arms, staining your skin. The pounding in your head grew stronger as you stared at the mess, vision fluctuating between the flesh of the fruit – and a sight unlike anything you’d ever seen. Your eyes wander to the pumpkins around you, feeling small beneath their sightless watch.

“What an interesting sight. Shall I bathe you in my actual blood someday?”

“Are you alright?”

A hand gripping your shoulder grounds you to reality. The crowd now had its focus on you, a variety of emotions blurred into the group of faces. One of them had knelt down to check on you, informing you that you been sitting like that for the last few minutes and to see if you needed an ambulance. You recognize them, they being the person that handed you the flyer earlier that day.

“N-no. I’ll be fine.” You stand up, carefully stepping out of the wet zone. There was some resistance in your arm as you moved it, but other than that you felt fine. People had started gathering salvageable pumpkins and putting them into a cart brought by a farmer. With some of your strength regained, you help along as well.

You took care of the smaller ones, ache still present in your injured arm. Just to make sure all of them were gone, you look beneath the taller vines, spotting only a single pumpkin intake from the fray.

The fruit was of the Cinderella variety, the information from the sign at the entrance proving to be of some use. Its color matched the fallen autumn leaves, a deep orange bordering every so slightly on red.  Somewhat taller than others of its class; its height better rounded its large width. All in all, it wasn’t any different from those around it – except for the blemish that ran from the temple below.

Unlike most lesions, it was completely smoothed to the skin, full, yet spread wild and dipped even deeper into a red hue. A bruise maybe? Looking at it from another angle made it kind of look like a birthmark. You attempt to lift it despite it being bigger than the others, weight proving to be too much on that moment. You call out for someone to help you carry it to the cart, but not before you take the marker from your pocket.

“You’re a bit too heavy to take on the bus, so I'll come back for you tomorrow.” You write your initials on the pumpkin’s cheek before standing up as its carted away. Cradling your arm, dull pain returning, you make your way to the field’s exit; only to be stopped in your tracks by an unseen force. Searching around, you notice a stray vine tangled around your ankle. Thinking it must’ve happened in the confusion, you unravel it from your leg. It tightens on your initial attempts, but eventually it givens and let’s go. Exhausted, you head on home.

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It was pitch black out by the time you got back, a single light on in the entire house. Jack returned while you were gone, sitting at the kitchen table and adding extra detail to the skeleton bought earlier. His shirt was stained with so much red paint he almost looked more like a prop  than it. He looks up like a puppy waiting for his owner to come home. You walk over to the freezer as he sets the brush down and hops from his seat.

“Hey, Y/n, where have you been?” Joining you, he helps you adjust the bag of ice to cover your injury fully – worry written over his face. “And what the hell happened to your arm?”

“I went over to the pumpkin patch to check it out and stopped some guy from burning the whole place down.” You sigh, sitting across from the mangled skeleton. “I get being upset at poor care of something you want, but burning down the farm seems a little extreme.”

Jack grimaces, returning to his chair and picking up the brush with his head held low. “That’s because torching a place over a few bad vegetables isn’t what he was trying to do.”

“Then what do you suppose the reason for it was?”

He tilts his head, lips shut tight in thought. He almost seemed, uncomfortable, with your question; but still contemplating on whether to answer. Looking into the skeleton’s empty sockets, he let out a sigh. Tis the season after all.

“There’s this… myth about that old patch. Allegedly, our town was home to otherworldly creatures when it was first planted. One of said ghouls was claimed to have been chased to that very land.  Its blood tainted the young vines, before its body was burned after death. The pumpkins that survived were said to have horrific features, the devil’s voice said to be heard behind their toothy grins. Those plants were burned too and the next round's grew just fine, so it is tradition of sorts to burn the year's first pumpkins in fear of the creature’s return.”

You take a moment to process what you were told. You think back to  the spilled organs on the ground, shade too light to come from a pumpkin. The blood, dripping from your fingertips. Words slip out your mouth before you can even register. “Do you think it’s real?” 

Jack swallows hard, the uncomfortable expression worsening. “I’m not usually one for believing stuff like that, but when I was little I went there. Some stuff happened and.. I fell. It wasn’t a hard fall, but...” He pulls down the collar of his shirt to show the skin beneath. “.. when I came back up my shirt was covered in blood and I got this.”

A scar burned the area just below his neck, just as he claimed. Time had faded it to match his skin, but it was still visible if you looked closely

You bite your lip. “I’m sorry that happened. I won’t go back for that pumpkin then.” 

“You were going to buy one?”

“Yeah. I found one with an interesting mark, but I needed your help to bring it home and I don’t want you to go back if you don’t want to.”

He thinks for a while, not wanting to disappoint you in any way. “It… it’s fine, Y/n. We can get it if you want to.”

You raise a brow. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind if you’re coming with me.” He grins. You ask if he’s sure, but he insists. Dropping the issue, you go to bed; shutting your open window before falling asleep. 

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You set off to the farm early the next morning, gates opening just as you arrive. Jack stays in the car, telling you to call him when you need to. Mr. Acker sits in the same chair in the same spot as before, waving you over as you enter. 

“It’s you again.” He beams. “Thank you for helping yesterday. If you’re buying anything today, it’s on the house. 

“That isn’t necessary. Where are the ones we picked up by the way? I had a pumpkin picked out that I wanted to purchase. 

He frowns a bit. “I’m not sure if you want to purchase one of those. A visitor claims to have gotten bitten near the cart. You can check it out if you really want to, but be careful. It’s over there.” He points over to the cart, parked around the corner of the house. You walk over, searching for the pumpkin with your initials on it. It didn’t take long; it sitting right on top as if waiting for you. You text Jack, him joining you soon after.

“So this is it?” Jack questions, inspecting the pumpkin intently. After a few awkward seconds of silence, he smiles in approval. “Not bad.” 

You load it into the car, carrying it with Jack’s help onto the coffee table upon return home . Satisfied with getting the new centerpiece home, you rest on the couch; Jack still standing and staring at it. He pokes it with the same caution one would poke a sleeping bear. “So what exactly  are you going to do with it?”

You hadn’t thought of what to do with it, unsure as it why you wanted it to being with. In defense, you shrug with a lazy smile. “It's perfect just the way it is, no need for any change.”

You part ways once again, leaving you and your new friend alone. You turn on the tv, it watching you more than you it. Your attention remains on the pumpkin, sharing a one sided staring contest with it. The television’s light envelops the fruit, casting its shadow over the room. 

You grab a knife, checking the pumpkin once over to make sure what you saw wasn’t a trick of the light; and lo and behold, the pumpkin still squirmed with life. Gripping the knife tighter, you slowly insert it into the pumpkin’s side.

At first there’s nothing; not even the fleshy insides of the fruit – only a pitch void looking back. Then; as if formed from thin air, eyes appear through the dark space, spreading across like a rash. They move frantically, none sharing the same direction of sight – until one eventuality lands on you. As the single eye falls upon you, the rest follow in a flash, unblinking orbs stuck on your every movement. It felt like they looked into your very soul, deep hunger behind their everlasting gaze.

“Carve me, my love.. The template is already there.”

You wake with a start, jumping from the couch and whipping your head around the room. Everything was back to normal – including the pumpkin on the table in all its mocking glory.

“I need some fresh air.” You walk into the kitchen, stepping out the back door and into the yard. The front of the house showed little signs of abandonment, whereas the backyard was the complete opposite. The paint on the surrounding gate had peeled, exposing rotting wood beneath. Nature had taken the land back, vegetation covering the field and any items left on it. Some of it had even started growing on the side of the house, parts fresh and others dead, signaling it had been growing for a decent amount of time. Inspecting it noted the straightforward path it took up the wall, not a single leaf astray from the track. It stopped just beneath a window on the second window, the one right below where you slept each night. Was it.. traveling directly to your room?

“Y/n?” You bask in the light from inside the house, Jack standing in the door frame. He sits besides you, trying to read the expression on your face. “You good?”

“Yea, what do you need?’

“I just came to check on you… and ask for a favor.” He continues with waiting for a reply. “A few of the guys decided we should have a pumpkin carving contest when I told them about your pumpkin and I wanted to use it since we have to bring our own.”

“…Sure, go ahead.” You lean back, head against the door. Jack smiles. “Great. I’ll take it over next time I head over there. We can carve it together when you come to check it out.”

“Yeah. That should be fun.” You had been to the mill before, Jack taking you when you first moved in. It was a big, empty space; all of the equipment gutted when it eventually closed. Like his home, the place was covered in greenery, cleaned up by Jack himself for this event alone. 

By the next day, the pumpkin is off the table like it was never there. Oddly enough, you felt a bit of relief with it going, knowing you’d see it again in the coming days. With school also in gauge, the spot it too in your mind had shrunk.

In that same period of time, Jack started acting – strange. It was a slow decline, like a seed waiting to hatch. He spent more time away which wasn’t odd on it’s own; until he stopped showing up to school as well. You hadn’t even realized that till a teacher asked where he had been. You ask him about it the next time you see him, but all he said was that you had to wait.

He also took keen interest in you whenever you held sharp objects; more so than usual those days. One memorable event was while you were making dinner one night. You were cutting vegetables needed for the recipe, when he came in. He was so quiet that you didn’t even notice he was there till his shadow hung over you, scaring the lights out of you.

You turn, branding the knife in self defense – it pointed directly at his chest from the small gap between you. You let out a shaky laugh, lowering it. “Christ, Jack. I could’ve seriously hurt you.”

Jack remains mostly unreactive for the most part; not even flinching as you nearly stab him. Ever so slowly, a smile creeps around his face. He grabs your wrist, holding it firmly, as he guides the knife up to his cheek. A line of blood drips down his cheek, a look of euphoria on his face. “If you can't finish what you started, I’ll gladly help you.”

“What?” You manage to wrestle your hand free, still clutching the now bloodied knife. You stare in disbelief, wondering what had gotten into him. He laughs. “Sorry about that. It was just a little scare is all.”

-

More time passes after that, now in the second quarter of fall. You get a text message from Jack after class one day, opening it with caution. Your relationship had become more strained, rarely seeing him at all.

“Hey. I’m done. Come over and check it out.”   

He seemed to be in high spirits. Maybe he was just stressed out these last weeks. You change into more comfortable clothes and depart for the mill.  

A sign hangs over the wall, reading: “Enter if you dare.” Hand prints line the windows, mist fogging them white. The overgrowth gave that ideal, haunted look to the whole place. They dangle over the front door like hands out to grab, sending shivers down your spine. 

You step inside, the area cut in sections by large curtains. The props and such were pretty generic for a haunted house, a few scares actually getting you, but the worry for your friend powering you through most. 

“Jack. Where are you?!” You call, swatting a paper mache bat out of your way. The curtains felt like they were closing in on you, damn near suffocating you. You come across a section of the house where it utilized them to create shadowy figures in the shape of iconic ghouls. Hidden by one was a statue of a headless horseman, stage light behind it flickering on and off. Seems he found a use for that skeleton. Something about the head it held was off – it was familiar. 

“Jack?” You grab onto the curtain and yank it down. The figure topples from the weight, head rolling along the floor with a wet slick. Its eyes lock with yours, dulled with the presence of death.

“Ah..” You couldn’t even say a word, silently backing away. You bump into another figurine, feeling weak in the knees. The tightens worsens; no, something is grabbing onto you. Long, thin arms enclose around you, trying to pull you into the abyss behind. 

You break free, paying little attention to your surroundings as you tear through them to get away. Barreling through the room, the back area was barren, a vast wasteland covered in vines, cobwebs, and crimson. A door was at its end, outline barely visible under the vines. With no other options, you sprint to it; squeezing inside and shutting it with all your force against it. Your legs give, body slinking against the door as all the energy leaves. The weight of your loss finally hits you, vision blurred by tears. Before you have time to cry, the fear returns, becoming aware of how thick the vines in the room were. And how they slithered towards you.

“You came to me yourself? I feel so honored…”

Vines and leaves had meshed into a conglomerate on the floor and walls, pulsating like vines. In their center a tall creature stands – a majority of its body made up of the writhing masses. They acted as some type of bandage, black muscle visible beneath and seeming to grow. Its head was made up of that same damn pumpkin from weeks before; split down one side, eyes practically bleeding from it, and a large grin as a mouth. An hole on one of its cheeks had been picked away, teeth and black gums tangible through the skin. It sticks out its tongue, tar like muscle licking the fluids that fall from the hole. 

It takes a step, crouching before lunging at you, pinning you further to the door. It looms over you, hands at either side of your head. You hear the scrap of wood as it drags its palm down the door. Fearing for the worse, you shut your eyes, feeling the back of a hand caress your face.

“Perfect the way it is… No need for change… It hums, rind breaking further as its grin grows. “Sorry for my appearance. I just couldn’t wait any longer to see you. Do you like this body so far, though.”

Your breathing quickens. “What.. what are you?”

“I’m your pumpkin of course. You marked me as such, remember?” It points a thorned finger at the wound on its face, your initials barely legible under its blood. “It could be all those years in the ground that make me submissive, but I enjoy the look very much.”

It chuckles at the bewildered look on your face. “My dear. I’ve been watching you for so long. Would you like to know a secret? The story your friend told you wasn’t entirely true. I was murdered right behind that house you lived in for all those months, where that farm originally started. The crops were moved and bought by someone else later on, but I remained in both places. I had planned to use you as a puppet, but when you saved me that day I knew we were meant to be.”

“What do you want from me?”

“What do I want? I want lots of things. For you to be my mate. To spend eternity with you in my arms. But right now? Right now all I need is your name.”

“My name? If you’ve been watching me then you should know it.”

“Oh, but I do.. I just want to make sure its right. I gave that boy his conscious back before I killed him so he kept screaming it as he died. Sounded repulsive on his tongue.” 

“Tell me..” It demands, voice basked in ecstasy as it traces the bloody wound with its fingertips. “I want to mark this body with the name of my beloved, over and over again.”

“Y….Y/n.” You croak. 

“There we go. Such a pretty name when its said by the right person.” It picks at the skin on its collar, scratching the first letter of your name into it. As you watch in horror, vines snake up your limbs, immobilizing and dragging you  back. The demon joins you at the center of the madness, lowering to your height and grabbing at your face again.

“You must be tired from all that’s happened, love. Get some rest, I can wait. I don’t remember my name, so I can’t give you the same treatment, but we wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty skin with my silly old name. .”

Greedy fingers roll the end of your shirt up. “A few bites wouldn’t hurt though, would they?”

#yandere #yandere x reader #monster yandere #yandere oneshot #yandere fic #yandere writing #yandere imagines #yandere insert #tw: death #tw: violence #yandere monster #demon yandere #yandere demon

[bitchybeesx]

Cozy autumns with Bucky ♡︎

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Warnings; light smut.

Moodboard made by me, all pics from Pinterest.

Do not copy or steal my work.

Autumns with Bucky were your favourite time (or at least, a close second to Christmas), they included:

▫︎Picking out matching costumes that were the most outrageous you could think of and Bucky wearing it to see that wide smile on your face.

▫︎Going to haunted houses and having a death grip on Buckys arm and him keeping a tight grip onto your waist, wondering why you wanted to come to these things if they scared you so much. Then when a man jumped out from a spot with a chainsaw and Bucky jumped higher than you and he heard your giggle come to life, then he realized. “Yes! You got scared!” Then immediately after you had gotten scared and hid into his chest. “Yeah doll, i’m the scared one” A breathy laugh escaping his lips. “C’mon, ill make you shake myself”

▫︎Curling up on the couch watching a variety of your favourite Halloween movies that Bucky “just had to see”

▫︎Lighting fires, but also getting to watch Bucky cut the wood for the fire.

▫︎Decorating the house in skeletons, bats and ghosts.

▫︎Matching wool socks that he used to slide around the house dramatically.

▫︎Halloween baking. Bucky loved when you made ghost shape cookies. “Doll, these are amazing.”

▫︎Corn mazes, pumpkin patches, and spiced drinks.

▫︎Not to mention taking the little one trick or treating in a coordinated family costume. Bucky holding their hand and taking them up to each door, carrying the candy bag when it started to get too heavy and carrying your child when they were too tired to walk anymore.

▫︎After putting the baby to sleep, Bucky grabbing your favorite cozy blanket, making snacks and sitting up in front of the fire. Staying cuddled for hours, mindlessly reading your own books until his warm hands started sliding up and down your thighs, eventually making you both incredibly horny -

“So good for me doll, fit so well” Rough hands travelling your body as he pounded up into you, keeping you held in place in his lap.

▫︎Fall walks through the park, 3 of you holding hands, while he sneaks glances at you from the other side of your baby.

▫︎Bucky loving you through every season, but loving seeing you in front of trees of every colour, seeing the leaves fall down around your feet as you step through them. Never watching where you’re walking, just enthralled in the sights of the trees (which did end up in Bucky having to catch you more times then he can count.)

“Head out of the clouds there sweets”

Bonus:

Imagine..

“Hm, what about this pumpkin?” You had held up a decent size pumpkin in front of you, examining in.

“Should we get a few?” Carefully moving a few pumpkins around to look for more of the same size.

“Mom! Dad! Look!” A little girl with dark brunette locks came running up to you both.

“Whatcha got there hun?” Bucky smiled sweetly down at her, looking at the 2 pumpkins no bigger then the size of her hands, holding them up for you both to share her excitement for.

“They’re my size! Can we get them?” Her eyes were exactly like Buckys, watching the 2 of them made your knees buckle.

Looking back to a few years ago, you never thought you’d be here at a pumpkin patch, with your husband and a small copy of you both. A perfect little family.

“Sure sweetheart” With that, he lifted her up into his arms, making her look even smaller. Giggling away with her tiny pumpkins, he grabbed another bigger one in his other hand and went to the checkout, you following suit with a few more in your arms.

You couldn’t wait to put on a marathon of Halloween movies in the background, cups of hot cocoa and set up a station on the floor for carving the pumpkins.

Watching Bucky struggle to figure out how to carve a badass face into the small surface, while also helping the kiddo to clean out her own, you heart swelled. Cross legged with bits of pumpkin covering his black worn jeans. Smiles from ear to ear on everyone’s face.

You were the happiest you had ever been, and yet, you were about to be even happier.

You sneakily rubbed your hand across your belly, smiling at the family you created.

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Haven’t wrote in awhile, been struggling with feeling embarrassed with my writing lolz, oh well.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky fic #bucky moodboard #marvel men #marvel fic #FanFiction #fluff #smut #Bucky fluff #autumn #October moodboard #relationship #spooky season #Halloween #Halloween fic #james bucky barnes #fanfiction.net #bucky with a family #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #tfatws #fic writing #moodboard

[xo-lynx]

"Tag, you're it"

Day 1 of kinktober but early.

Character: Sanzu Haruchiyo

WC: 2,427

TW: slight gun play, mild degradation, fear play, predator/prey play, there's some condescending praise, one pussy slap, slight aftercare, slight public play but not really (it's in a corn maze and dark), being gagged with a tie. (If I missed anything PLEASE let me know.) Obvi time skip Sanzu.

Notes: I know this is slightly out of character and I made him a bit softer I think? But I like it and honestly that's all that matters. I've been having some hardcore sanzu brainrot. 😅 Also minors fuck off, these are lines that I am writing about not actually living breathing people. You shouldn't even be reading this, and if you have a problem with it go take it up with a therapist. ☺️

Inspired by "Tag, you're it" by Melanie Martinez.

“Go get dressed.” Sanzu throws your black sundress at you and smiles. You raise an eyebrow at him and tilt your head at his statement, but you don’t question him. You shoot a smile back and start to strip, his eyes never leaving your body, he’s especially fixated on the pretty purple bruises he left on your breasts from the night before. Removing everything but your cute black lace panties that hug your body perfectly. You slip the dress over your head slowly watching his every move. He bites his bottom lip taking in how stunning you look. It’s his favorite dress of yours,  

He is in his usual lavender suit and pink tie. The pink tie that he sometimes uses as a gag when he wants to muffle your pathetic moans. Everytime you see it you get flashbacks of the fabric in your mouth and him pounding into you. You look away and heat finds its way to your cheeks just thinking about it.

“Where are we going baby?” An innocent smile plays on your features as you slip on some black matte flats. He loves to surprise you and you know he won’t tell you but you ask anyway. Curiosity getting the best of you everytime. Sanzu ignores the question, and reaches his hand out to hold yours. He walks you to the car and opens the door for you and closes it after you get in. The air was a bit chilly but felt nice. The sun is about to set. Pretty oranges, pinks, and light blues fill the sky, clouds scattered around. 

After reaching the destination Sanzu comes over and opens your door. Stepping out and looking around you see pumpkins, a corn maze, something that looks like a haunted house, and a place where you can get drinks. Your eyes light up, and a wide smile appears on your face, “Wow”  you think to yourself. You didn't really think he would bring you to something like this but, since you kept talking about how fun they seemed he decided to surprise you and bring you here. The air smells like cinnamon and cider. You breathe in deeply making your chest rise, taking in all the scents around you. Sanzu looks at you and smiles, the diamond shaped scars around his mouth makes your heart flutter. 

“Like it?” He pulls you close by your waist and you nod, laying your head on his chest taking in his scent. He smelled so good his cologne filled your nose, overpowering the other scents. He starts to walk, keeping you close to his side the whole time. His hand snaked around your waist with a grip that's sure to bruise, he wanted everyone to know that you’re his. Sanzu can be very possessive when you're out and about where other eyes can look at what is his. You're absolute eye candy, who can blame him? Eyes always followed you when you walked by, and without fail, every single time he would grip your jaw with his hand and kiss you hard, making eye contact with the person staring until they walked away. 

Sanzu walks you to the pumpkin patch first to look at all the pumpkins. Some have spooky faces, and some are blank for you to take home and carve yourself. You point to one that has a spider carved into it and walk towards it, dragging him along. He tries to hide his smile at how excited you are. His chest swells with joy, loving seeing something so simple make you so happy. “Well, do you want to pick one out?” He looks around at rows of uncarved pumpkins. You look up at him, eyes innocent and filled with joy. You nod your head and look around until you find a pumpkin bigger than your head. 

“I want this one bubba.” You try to pick it up but you get gently pushed out of the way. 

“Do you think I am going to just stand here and let you pick that up? We’ve talked about this starlight, let me do the heavy lifting. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Picking up the pumpkin he takes it and sits it at the register asking to leave it there until the two of you are ready to leave. 

You grab his pinky with yours and start walking around looking at all the decorations they have put up. There is a giant inflatable cat, a scarecrow that is at the entrance at the corn maze, and some people in costumes close to the haunted house that are walking around and scaring people. 

You walk towards this little booth that is selling cider and candy apples. Sanzu buys two ciders and a candy apple for the both of you to share. He leads you to a bench covered in fake cobwebs and sits with you handing you your hot cider. You wrap your hands around it, the cup warming up your slightly cold fingers. Saznu lifts the apple to your mouth and you take a bite, your eyes never leaving his as you take a chunk and start to chew. 

“Mmm! This is so yummy bubba!.” You lick your lips and slowly take a drink making sure not to burn your mouth. Sanzu takes his thumb and wipes the candy mess off your bottom lip, immediately bringing it to his mouth and sucking the sticky substance off his thumb. A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. 

“Such a messy girl, can't take you anywhere,” He teases. A giggle slips past your lip and you take a few more bites of the apple letting him enjoy the rest. You finish your cider and sit there waiting for him to get done. Your eyes scan the area trying to figure out where he is going to take you next. He stands up and looks around tossing the stuff in the trash. Sanzu grabs your wrist and tugs you along to the haunted house. Your eyes go round and you try to pull him off your wrist, whining. “No Zu! I don't wanna go in the haunted house!” You protest but he just rolls his eyes and continues to drag you along. He knows damn well you love being scared.

 The entrance is dark and there is fog pouring out of the doors. Not even two seconds in and there is already someone dressed in a bloody costume with an axe, making you jump. Sanzu laughs at you not even trying to hide the fact that he finds it amusing that you get scared so easily, but yet you're with a guy like him. After you catch your breath you start laughing as well, he was right you love being scared. You loved it so much that occasionally it will make you embarrassingly wet and he knew that. He used that to his advantage. Walking more into the house there are a lot more jump scares that make you cling to Sanzu’s arm and squeal in excitement. A guy was dressed in a pig mask with no shirt on, just an apron with blood splattered all over it and a butcher's knife in his hand. He tried to get closer to try and get you to scream but Sanzu stepped between the two of you, an annoyed look spread across his face and he let out a low growl. “Let’s go starlight, I’m getting bored of this shithole.” 

He drags you out, not giving you time to protest. “I wanna go check out the corn maze, heard it was pretty scary in there.” He rubs the back on his neck and nods to where the corn maze starts. You smile and grab his hand loosely, leading the way to the entrance. You walk in and start walking through the maze looking each way before you turn down a corner. Sanzu is scoping the place out making sure that no one else is around. It's dark now, the blood full moon in the sky making it appear red. The street lights and lanterns make it hard to see. It was lit up enough to be able to see in front of you, but that was about it. 

He looks around once more and then pulls his gun out of his back pocket. He presses the cold barrel against your skin. You hear a click when he turns the safety off. You know exactly what is on your neck and the hair on your skin stands at attention. Beads of sweat form on the back of your neck, your heart falls to your stomach. Goosebumps start to raise on your arms as Sanzu just laughs at your reaction, you're frozen there unable to move until he leans into you closer and whispers “Run starlight, and run fast, run like your life depends on it cause it does.” His voice is low, raspy, and dark. You could hear the amusement laced in his tone. 

Your breath caught in your throat, coming to the realization that he is being serious. You hesitate for a moment, and then begin to run through the maze not caring where it took you. All you knew was that you had to run and hide so he couldn't find you. You keep looking behind you even though you could only see a few feet behind, the darkness not helping your situation you could still see his figure. After running for a bit you check behind you once more and your heart stops, you look around frantically trying to find him but he is nowhere to be found. “Shit! I lost him.” You mutter under your breath, trying to calm your breathing. Your chest rises and falls quickly, fear rushing over your body but you were turned on. You could feel your wetness, the heat between your thighs growing as you begin to get even more scared when you hear rustling in the corn. 

You feel long slender fingers wrap around your fragile wrist. He grabs you quickly, slamming you to the ground. “Tag, you’re it starlight.” He laughs manically, tracing the gun over your cheek. You try to scream but in a matter of seconds his hand is over your mouth muffling the pathetic cry for help. The weight of his body is holding you down, even with that you still try to squirm away. “Shhh. Starlight,  don’t want anyone to hear your pathetic cry for help. You know you want this,” He runs his gun over your clothed cunt. Sliding your panties to the side and sliding the gun in your drooling hole, finger still on the trigger. He thrusts it in four times and pulls it out and gently tosses it to the side. Using his now free hand he undoes his tie and shoves the strip of fabric in your mouth, and ties it snug behind your head, replacing his hand. He roughly makes you get on your knees, he slides your panties to the side and flicks his tongue over the swollen nub sending shivers down your spine. A muffled moan slips past the gag, and you lean into his touch. He pauses for a moment. 

“This wet from all the fear of me chasing you with a gun, starlight? It’s dripping down your thighs, you're so wet.” He goes back to lapping at your folds sliding a finger into your very needy cunt, it basically sucks him in. “Look at this desperate pussy baby, and it’s all for me. You’re doing such a good job for me baby, I’m so proud of you.” His tone is possessive. Your core tightens feeling your orgasm build up, you push yourself onto his tongue desperately trying to chase your high. “That’s it, starlight cum all over my tongue.” His words vibrate against the swollen bundle of nerves pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm dripping down his face. You try to cry out his name but it just comes out in a silent muffled scream. 

Before he lets you get a breath in he flips you over and looks at your fucked out expression admiring the tears threatening to spill from your lash line. He unbuttons and unzips his trousers, letting his cock and heavy balls spring out. His cock is hard and the tip red , swollen, and aching to be touched. He spits on your cunt and lines himself up with your hole, he pushes in fast and hard. Caressing your cheek, knowing that it must have hurt. Tears pour over, spilling down your cheek. Sanzu leans down and licks the salty trail of tears away and kisses your forehead. He keeps up with the rough pace taking his free hand rubbing his thumb on your overstimulated clit. 

Your body is barely holding up with how much he is putting you through. But he manages to squeeze six more orgasms out of you. He kisses you through the gag as you ride out another high. He presses his cheek against yours and his thrusts begin to get sloppy and desperate. His orgasm is right there, so close to coming undone. “I’m, I’m going to cum starlight. Are you ready?” You whine out as best as you can letting him know that you’re ready. He presses his cheek even closer to yours thrusting in as he moans out “fuck” he whispers under his breath as he begins to paint the inside of your walls white. “I love you.” Sanzu whispers, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

He takes his tie out of your mouth and smiles down at you, brushing your hair out of your face. “Fuck, starlight you did such an amazing job. You took me so well, you did so good. I am so proud of you.” His voice comes out as a husky whisper as he tries to catch his breath. He slowly removes his now soft cock from you and fixes your panties, slapping your pussy once and lets out a low chuckle when you wince in a bit of pain. He puts the safety back on his gun and shoves it back in his pocket. He scoops you up and carries you out of the maze. 

“Can we get more cider?” Your voice is quiet, almost inaudible but he hears you and nods. You rest your head on his chest and and your heavy eyes begin to slowly close. 

“My sweet starlight.” Sanzu looks at you and smiles when he realizes you fell asleep in his arms. 

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🍂BTS Fall Activity Edition🍂

Because I'm ready for crisp leaves and chilly breezes! Also maybe because my sex dream had one of these scenes in it 🥴

Which BTS member would fuck you....

In a pumpkin patch? 🎃

At a haunted house in the middle of nowhere? 🏚

In the cemetary? ⚰

In a corn maze?🌽

-🍹 thotanon

Ahhh, 🍹thotanon, no trick, such a treat! (Like that sex dream you had, I'm sure!! 🥵) I'm also ready for crisp leaves and chilly breezes! But here are some moments with the boys to keep you warm... maybe even make you... hot...

Q: Which BTS member would fuck you in a pumpkin patch? A: Jin

Jin rises from his squat, his strong thighs barely needing to expend any energy even as he's hoisting two small pumpkins into view. He rests them against his crotch and thrusts. "Ennh?" He brings them up and rests them on his chests, playfully rolling them onto his pecs and pouting his lips out at you while wiggling his eyebrows. "Ennnhhhh?" he asks. "Jin, there are people here!" you giggle as you elbow him, causing him to drop the pumpkins, straddle you from behind, and wrap his arms around you instead. He nestles into your side and presses a kiss where the neck of your comfy, beige, oversized sweater hangs a little loose. 

"C'mon," he murmurs. "You look so pretty. The leaves. The sunset. And the pumpkins are all, y'know. Pumpkin-y." You sigh, feeling his hand running under that oversized sweater and between your legs. "Never done it in a pumpkin patch before," he goes on. "We could add something new to the list." You scoff, reminding him, "Families, Jin! All around! With small kids!" Jin smiles against your cheek. "So then let's make one." You turn around and give him a puzzled but unbelieving look. "I mean not now," he tells you. "Right now, I'm just tryna fuck." You cackle, and when you scamper off, he gives chase, the two of laughing and colliding in hugs and kisses and holds. 

You don't leave the patch of your own volition. You're forced to leave just as Jin finishes demolishing your own patch with his dexterous cock, the neck of your oversized sweater ripping a little when security grabs you, the culprits behind all of those complaints.

Q: Which BTS member would fuck you at a haunted house in the middle of nowhere? A: Jungkook

Have you ever been horny and scared at the same time? 

"The rush," Jungkook pants in awe, as he pins you up against the dingy shed in back of the haunted house you'd traveled to the middle of bumfuck nowhere to visit, and inside of which you can hear Hobi, Yoongi, and Jin screaming. "Insane, right?" Jungkook sighs, as he fucks you from behind. With your heart beating so fast, all you can do is nod weakly, body slamming into the wall as his hips thrust forward. The siding crumbles against your cheek, and you taste some of its woody, muddy flavor as you draw in a breath. 

"Fuuuuck," Jungkook whines, grasping your hips in his hands and digging deeper into you, your voices floating and mixing with the screams that are only getting closer. "Your body against me in there," he moans, as he arches back and and scoops up. You both think of how your hands grasped at his hoodie, your cheek glued itself to his chest, your trembling form not finding solace in his firm, reassuring hold as he shielded you from all sorts of demented characters popping up along the dimly designated path. Each jump scare made you clench tighter, and made him harder. You whimpered his name like you're whimpering it now, interrupted by the quickening, heavier footsteps and the clanging of his belt. 

"Come for me baby, they've almost figured their way out," he whispers. He slides his hand slightly out of the shadow that you'd taken refuge in so that he can curve it around your front, playing with your aroused clit, making you buck back into him. You come so hard that you nearly pass out, nearly falling to your knees if not for Jungkook's signature hold. You shake and shiver against him, not out of fear this time, but out of pure delight. 

You think it's the intensity of your orgasm that makes his hyungs' screams and footsteps sound fainter. But Jungkook looks up with a smile. 

"Hah, they got turned around!" he giggles. 

He spins you around on his slick cock and kisses you with renewed vigor. "Think you can let me finish, then, baby?" he growls, placing your shoulder blades against the shed, and slowly starting to pump again. 

And again, all you can do is nod weakly.

Q: Which BTS member would fuck you in the cemetary? A: Taehyung and Jimin

Candlelight. Goblets of wine. A picnic blanket. The witching hour. Your writhing body. Four hands rove over you. They look silver in the moonlight. You think, at least. It's been a while since you've been able to keep your eyes open. 

"What did I tell you?" Taehyung snarls, as he lifts his head from your pussy, lips gleaming. "Fuck, yes, OK, you win," you sigh. Taehyung shakes his head. "Nope. I wanna hear it." Jimin laughs as you groan. "You can make any place sexy," you whiningly admit, hips circling as Taehyung lets his hand take over for a moment, thumb rounding your clit over and over. 

He smiles up at Jimin, who is cradling your head in his lap, your lips just barely grazing his naked and full cock through the fly of his leather pants. You want to say something, but the thought flies out of your mind when you hear Taehyung's zipper come down next, and your eyes widen as you see him looming over you, jeans tugged just far down enough to release his massive and weeping length, shirt having come off at some point when your eyes were still closed. 

"Look at that," Jimin cooes, watching as you keen and open your mouth wide, saliva pouring out of you. Your other lips open too, as Taehyung separates them with both of his hands, arousal gushing past even your innermost gates. "She's begging for it," Jimin reports to Taehyung, your lips pouting, opening and closing, needing to envelop his cock in their hold. "She's begging for it here, too," Taehyung chuckles, watching your entrance winking and twitching. You whimper impatiently, starting to hate the feeling of cool air instead of warm bodies around you. 

Then again, there are more cold bodies around you, technically. The thought comes back. "Isn't this wrong?" you ask, "On some kinda level, at least?" Jimin giggles. "That's what makes it feel so right," he moans, starting to slide his cock against your lips, and making you hungrily chase him. "Besides," Taehyung replies, "aren't we all just souls, anyway?" Taehyung asks, before latching onto your lips again, nearly sucking the life out of you. 

"Mmm!" you whine warningly. "Please! Enough with the teasing!" 

The two laugh together, and at the same time, finally plunge into you, making you feel so delightfully alive. Your entire body undulates in every direction, squirming, and trembling, and relaxing, and then shaking again, as they both pump in and out of both sets of your swollen, wet lips. Each movement comes with its own shriek, or moan, or whimper, or cry. 

Jimin smirks as he edges into your throat. "Better quiet you down. So loud." He glances up at Taehyung, who mirrors that mischievous smirk as he fills you to the hilt and adds, "Yeah, she could wake the dead."

Q: Which BTS member would fuck you in a corn maze? A: Namjoon

"Namjoon, where are we---" You succumb to another jerk of your sleeve, desperately trying to keep up. Namjoon isn't the fastest, nor is he the most graceful, but he looks like a gazelle darting in and out of this maze, eager to pull you along for some reason. "Where are we going??" you demand, as he hooks left. "Hurry!" he cries out with a naughty grin. You narrow your eyes and stare at the back of his head, as if looking at his skull will help you understand what's going on in his brain. After another twenty minutes of racing through the maze you find yourselves in a dead-end. 

"You didn't solve it?!" you ask, wriggling out of Namjoon's hold and bending over, resting your hands on your knees and gasping for air. "What? Of course I did," Namjoon says quickly, standing behind you and grabbing your shoulders. You feel his bulge at your entrance, barely any fabric in that cotton dress of yours to shield you from him. "What---" You moan when he pulls your shoulders up, getting you to straighten back against him so that he can run his wonderfully huge hands down your neck, your breasts, your belly, and then grab your flesh, massaging you slowly and so rhythmically that your lungs and breath follow his pace. 

He lifts your skirt, shoves your underwear to the side. You twitch in his hold when he thrusts into you, and he grunts happily knowing that he was correct in the assumption that the entire day today -- the sweet, caramel apple kisses, the romantic and flirty photos by the orchard trees, and the bumpy hay ride so overcrowded that you had to sit on his lap -- has already made you so wet for him. But of course he'd be correct. He always knows when you just have to have each other. His right hand stays working, and his left hand runs up your body, wrapping around your neck and holding it against him as you both move against each other. 

"Namjoon..." you coo. "What..." 

You gasp as he fills you with his luscious cock, hard from the very first bump on that hay ride. He smirks. "This dead end is statistically the least visited place in this maze," he whispers in your ear. "So let's get lost, jagiya."

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