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awritesthings1 · 3 months

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Things That Go Bump in the Night

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: You ask your husband Tommy if he believes in ghosts. The answer might surprise you.

Warnings: dark, angst, spooky.

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“Do you believe in ghosts?”

It was near the end of winter, and another autumn of earl grey teas and tireless raking of crunchy leaves was fast approaching Arrow House. Tommy’s peaky cap lived on the coat hanger by the front door, dusted in the faint smell of smog. Gone was the silver razor; the Shelby’s were much too respectable for that anymore. In came the monogram initials, all of which had been carefully handstitched onto cuffs and collars to match golden cufflinks, and out came the fine woolen overcoats.

The weather lay thickly that year over the English countryside, enough to invoke a ghostly mist around the trimmed hedges and shorn grass. A stillness crept in as sly as a cat when the fog came down, covering all life with a sheer dew. The garden retired into a dull combination of cool greens and toe-curling crystal air.

It was at this time of year that the monsters came out to play in their ominously shaped shadows and faint howls. Where there was a tick of movement, an airy silence and childhood fear followed. Tommy would have teased you endlessly for your paranoia if he hadn’t suffered through the same fate after the war. You supposed he had more of a right than you because his fears came from a very real place, and yours were out of superstition.

“Spirits,” Tommy clarified. “Yes, it’s in my blood.”

“But have you ever seen one?”

Tommy turns his head to look at you, squeezing you closer to his chest from where you both lay under the covers.

“Why’d you ask?” His accent was thicker in the morning.

If anyone knew anything about spirits, it would be your husband. He was more superstitious than you due to his gypsy blood. The things he told you about the community were nothing short of witchcraft—charming dogs, telling fortunes, and cursing wrong'uns. It puzzled you at first that your seemingly pragmatic, calculating husband believed nothing short of Madame Boswell’s words as nothing but gospel.

You stared out the window, attempting to conjure up the right words, but shivered instead when his fingers ghosted across your back.

“Well… I don’t know. I don’t think I would believe in something until I saw it for sure with my own two eyes.”

He hummed and smiled lazily. “Why do people believe in God, hm?”

You pressed your lips together and shrugged as best you could in his embrace.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Eh?”

“Have you ever seen a spirit?"

Tommy’s eyes glazed over in thought. It was the answer you dreaded.

“Yes.”

“Were you scared?”

He blinked out of the daze.

“No.”

Your hand moved to rest on the cusp of his cheek.

“What happened?”

He cleared his throat and laced his hand with yours there on his face.

“I was nine. Madame Lovell’s nephew drowned in a lake the day before, and then on the day of the funeral, it rained. I was running back from over the hill when I saw him. He stood there staring at me through the spray of rain.”

Your thumb swiped over the tops of Tommy’s cheekbones.

“You’re certain? Maybe the rain got in your eye, and what you saw was a shadow or maybe even an eyelash in your eye. That happens to me sometimes.”

“I know what I saw.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, then tried to picture the scene for yourself. You stood atop some grassy hill, peering down into the valley. Dark plumes of smoke rose from a small coffin stationed at the bottom of the hill, slivering up through the wildflowers and tree branches to where you stood. Then there, through the smoke and rainfall that blinded your eyes, was the boy who drowned.

“Was he scared?”

A pause, then: “no.”

That night, you settled by your vanity, combing out knots and patting lotion onto your skin. The haunted look of that boy Tommy said he saw lingered in the back of your mind, and every vague shape or shadow shifted in the corner of your eye. Paranoia—that's all it was. You didn’t want to be caught staring at a dark corner like some half-mad crook. Tommy would be crossing the threshold into your room any moment now. Maybe if his last-minute business hadn’t held him up in his office, he would be here with you now, and you wouldn’t be glancing over at that suspicious coat hanging up by the wardrobe. The lamps that were lit didn’t stretch far enough to illuminate the monsters from their hiding spots.

It was a trick of the brain, that’s all.

And surely enough, Tommy’s footsteps were heard down the hall. Your shoulders slumped in relief. The autumn season was only one for the dramatics.

Your hand cream pot clattered onto the vanity, swirling in circles until it came to a stop just as you heard Tommy outside the door. But when you stood to greet him with a kiss, the door to your bedroom remained closed, and the doorhandle remained still.

“You can come in!" You laughed, but a sort of coldness seized your heart with terror when you wondered why Tommy was just standing there on the other side.

“Tommy?” You inquired after a painfully thin stretch of silence.

Again, nothing.

You reached for your comb, holding the long, sharp piece you used to part your hair out like a knife. You weren’t naïve. Tommy had enemies, opportunistic ones, too.

And so you stood there, straining to hear any noise beyond your heartbeat that thundered in your ears. You tried slowing your breathing to hear better, but your eyes then began to water from the strain and your refusal to blink. Then it happened, as abruptly as you imagined. The door burst open. Tommy rushed in, slammed the door shut behind him, and stormed over to the closet without so much a look in your direction.

“Tommy?” You squawked, still seized in terror.

He grunted, shrugging on his overcoat and snatching his leather gloves from the tallboy.

“What’s going on?”

Finally, he paused. His eyes were bloodshot and far away. You feared he looked through you rather than at you. He came closer then, pulling you into his arms and laying a warm kiss on your temple.

“Everything’s ok, darling.”

“Where are you going?” Your voice broke. “Did something happen?”

“No…” He hushed. “No.”

“Then where are you going? It’s still dark outside!”

He sighed into your disheveled hair, then pulled away.

“I need to check on one of the horses. Get into bed; I’ll be back soon.”

You clutched his lapels in protest. “No!”

He said your name sternly: “I really need to go. Frances is in her room if you need anything.”

“Tommy, I heard something!” Then, you lowered your voice so only he could hear, “I think someone’s in the house.”

He pulled you in by the scruff of your neck. “No one’s here, love. It’s just us and Frances.”

His boots thud severely against the wooden floor to the door. “I’ll be back soon.”

Begrudgingly, you let him leave and confined yourself to the bed, pulling the covers over your face like a small child afraid of the dark. You left all the lights on, determined to let any intruders know that yes, you were home, and yes, you would see them coming. Tommy would be back soon, and if Tommy didn’t suspect anything amiss, he was probably right.

But the grandfather clock in the other room kept ticking, tick tick tick, and little fairies scampered about in the garden below. The moon’s solemn gaze glared judgingly through the windows, past the squinting shutters, and onto your skin. Ink from family portraits bled into one horrifying mess of shadows. You threw back the hungry covers, which seemed to be swallowing you whole, and knocked your shoulder into the jaw of the door (you had mistaken it for being further than it really was). A teacup flew off a shelf, but you dodged it with one ugly turn of your ankle.

Then you ran down the winding stairs, through the narrowing hallway, and out the chattering front doors of Arrow House. A lustrous mist had fallen over the land, thick enough that your arms whipped around senselessly, blinded by the clouded night, in your attempt to trek to the stables.

The stable gates were banging back and forth by the time you reached them. They whack your behind when you pass them, and you would’ve cried if it weren’t for the airy atmosphere peeling the moisture from your eyes.

“Tommy!”

A clack of hooves answered you.

Your feet burned despite the bitter cold, swelling with each step. Still in your nightgown, the elements worked together, clawing, scratching, and biting at your bare skin. The swell of a draft caught the tip of your nose, and you whipped around just in time to see a coat disappearing around the back of the stable where the paddock was.

Fear acted like a glaze of sweltering iron, hissing the rhythm out of your heart.

“I can see you!” You tried to warn as if you were the hunter and not the hunted.

Leather hands wrapped around your shoulders from behind.

“Are you insane, eh?” Tommy’s gruff voice scolded in your ear.

You turned around to crumple into his embrace.

“Tommy, something’s not right about this house.”

“Is that why you’re out here? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

It could have been a ghost, a careful soulless thing—a soundless haunting memory with no cause for action, warping around the edges of reality. It was then a great whipping lash of winter lakes and violent snowflakes cut into the lines of your knuckles and sliced beneath your skin.

Your lips moved sometime after that, or maybe it was before; you couldn’t remember. Nothing seemed to make sense. The man in the moon wound away your surroundings one by one, like a fisherman with his catch on a hook.

“What?”

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember what, Tommy?”

Silence held a knife to your neck.

“Out in the paddock..." His dark, long eyelashes brushed earnestly along his high-cut cheekbones, and you feared the thought that had seemingly paralyzed your husband from saying any more. If it weren’t already dark, a shadow might’ve passed over his features.

A fountain of words prepared to gush out, but you slipped on a puddle that appeared around your feet. You stepped back with a gasp. It wasn’t raining.

“I’m sorry, my love. I should’ve listened to you.”

The puddle kept growing. Words turned into water.

“What the fuck is happening, Tommy?"

His thumb brushed the apple of your cheek.

“I’ll avenge you. I will.”

You cried.

“Shhh, don’t be afraid, darling." Tommy kissed your ice-cold forehead.

You choked. Water: water pooled out of your mouth and suffocated your lungs. You couldn't breathe.

“Go back to bed for me, eh?”

All over your nightgown—water, water, water.

The horse trough out in the paddock, the goldfish swimming past your cheek, straw in your teeth, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, no response, no one, the weight of a hand tangling in your hair, air, air, air, no air.

Drip, drip, drip.

Water in your eyes, ears, nose, mouth—

You never saw them coming.

“I promise, love. I’ll get the bastards that…”

He choked as if he were also choking on water, water, water.

“I never saw them coming, Tommy,” you hiccupped, but it was all water, water, water—

“I know.”

Gurgling.

“I just wanted to find you.”

“I know, I know.”

They pinned your arms back.

“The fucking water trough, Tommy!”

He swallowed painfully.

You couldn’t see him anymore. His face had washed away in your straw, goldfish, blood, water, water, water, tears. Blindly, you traced under his eyes and felt his salty, grief, widowed, water tears.

There’s so much tears and sorrow there in that stable that it begins pouring from outside and through the roof. Most days it was in the paddock, but tonight it was here.

Frances, the housekeeper, watched from her window. On these types of nights, when Arrow House became entrapped in a spell and rain drizzled over the countryside, Thomas Shelby would squelch across the overgrown grass to the paddock behind the stable before disappearing. Where he went, she didn’t know. The hazy sheet of mist left much to the imagination. What he saw out there? She didn’t know either. The poor bastard probably just missed his wife.

Frances briefly left her room to peer into Mr. Shelby’s. Letting out a sigh of relief, the room appeared untouched, still frozen in the state Mrs. Shelby left it when she went out to find her husband that tragic night. The sheets were still tossed aside, the teacup still shattered on the ground, her comb still waiting on the bedside table.

Satisfied with her findings, she turned to leave when—

What’s that?

A puddle.

There must be a leak somewhere.

Oh well, she’ll see to it in the morning.

With that, she quietly crept away to her room and fell back asleep, undisturbed by the chattering shutters or creaking floorboards. Not even the ghostly cries down the hall woke her.

After all, there was no such thing as ghosts, only things that went bump in the night.

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cherryc1nnam0n · 6 months

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It's feeling scared not horny | Scare actor!Eddie Munson x Afab!Reader

Spooky season isn't over for me, have this treat I based off this TikTok I found, enjoy <3

Summary: You go to Horror Nights with your friends but didn't expect to get hot and bothered by a certain character

Cw: Eddie being flirty, kind of Kas!Eddie, strangers to lovers kinda, unprotected sex, public sex, voyeurism, fingering, mask kink, horror kink(?, big dick Eddie, breeding kink, degrading, primal kink, Dom!Eddie, AFAB reader pronouns not mentioned

The night had been going great with your friends, lots of scares, cool attractions and lots of screaming and running around

You were laughing with your group when you suddenly saw him

Wearing ripped black jeans, chains dangling from his side and his neck, leather jacket, vampire wings on his back, a mask with teeth that covered half his face and those penetrating eyes with black liner

He was just, stunning...

You locked eyes with him and he walked towards you, taking your breath away instantly

His curly hair made him look like an 80's rockstar, which had you hot and bothered in seconds, he tilted his head at you and then slid towards you making sparks come out of the pavement

You shrieked as he approached you, looking into your soul with his big doe eyes, you bit your lip not to moan at how hot he was

He crawled to you, still looking into your eyes

"You look shocked, did I scare you pretty thing?"

You just stood there looking at him, from his position on the floor he rose up to his full height, making you have to look up, you swallowed heavily

"Oh wow" was all you could say

He tilted his head again, noticing how you squeezed your thighs, he chuckled darkly

"I see something I like..." He said grabbing your hair placing it behind your ear then he whispered into it "Wanna come with me and have some fun?"

You just nodded dumbly following where he led you, he could want to kill you and you wouldn't care

He took you to a dark alleyway, some people could be seen walking by but none really looked the way you guys were

"You're a pretty thing aren't ya?" He said in that sultry voice that was hypnotizing you

You were just dumbfounded looking at him

"What's up? Cat got your tongue?"

You gulped "N-no I'm just... Really horny..."

He laughed "Bold are you? Well, I can definitely help with that"

Soon you had his fingers deep in your pussy, his mask pressed against your neck as he inhaled your scent, his grunts were primal and animalistic, really playing into the role of a bat

"You like that baby? Yeah? Like how I'm fingering you? Yeah?"

You nodded along with him, your tongue lolled out and gasps leaving your mouth

"Want me to fuck you baby? Yeah? Want my fat cock deep inside you?"

"Yes please, please fuck me"

"Fuck baby yes come here"

His arms held your thighs up, holding you against the wall as he maneuvered to get his cock out of his pants

"Fuck baby, gonna fuck you so hard, fucking breed this pussy"

He lowered you down onto his cock, splitting you open to the brim with his big fat cock, your head fell back, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open to moan

"Oh fuck!" You shut your eyes

He started pistoning his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping against each other was loud in the alley you were in, you couldn't stop moaning, his grunts were primal again, groans rumbled in his chest

"So fucking tight baby, fuck- making me go out of breath, you're so nasty, letting me fuck you even when you don't know my name or what I look like- shit, but you don't care do you? You only wanna fuck me because of the mask don't you?"

You nodded, bitting your lip as you moaned

He pulled you away from the wall, moving you up and down his cock

"Gonna fucking breed you baby, gonna make you pregnant for me, and you'll never know who the father is, fuck!"

"Yes fuck yes! Ah!"

You were so close to your orgasm, feeling your legs tremble in his hold until you heard a familiar voice

"What the-" it was one of your friends, frozen as she watched what was happening

"Oh well, look what we got here, we got some audience, well, might as well give them a show" he said going back to fucking you

That was a long night...

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clairdelunelove · 6 months

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okay, but, neighbor!ghost that doesn't usually celebrate halloween– that is, until his pretty neighbor shows up at his front door with a plateful of pumpkin-shaped cookies.

the spooky tradition was never one for him to celebrate. too many memories associated with terror, fright, and horror. his childhood never provided him with a safe space for him to indulge in the fun activities that many children his age would’ve enjoyed. pumpkin carving with a present family. trick-or-treating with a couple of his elementary school friends. apple bobbing at a local fair. all the festivities that caused people to glow with delight. laughter abundant in the air. hence, halloween was disguised as an excuse for people to use when they desired genuine company. a relief from the typical, dull work/school day. a justification to huddle up and share a slice of serenity. instead, it serves as the opposite for him. dread fills his body while recalling his manchester childhood. with tommy crawling to the edge of his meager bed, adorned in a crude skull mask. a means to scare him. hollow eyes cutting right through him in the shadowy room. a scream ripping from his mouth as his palms become sweaty, body kicking into overdrive. fight or flight instincts consuming him. his fault for letting his guard slip. a mistake he rarely committed now. a mistake he’d never fall victim to ever again. but he’s older now. knows that this specific day is the highlight of some people’s year so he doesn’t rain on their parade. simply withdraws from the excessive decorating that some tend to do. flicks off his porch lights that night, too. doesn’t want to get the neighborhood kids’ hopes up if they see that there’s signs of life within his flat. also discovers that the constant ringing of his doorbell is aggravating and having to frequently grumble, “no candy tonight,” is too bothersome. so he’s not one to celebrate halloween– that is, until there’s a soft knock at his door.

neighbor!ghost who’s cautious about answering the door. because who would need him at this hour? if the base required his presence then they’d phone his landline if it was an emergency. no need to show up at this hour. his dark eyes briefly glance out the nearby window to catch sight of the dusky sky. hues of orange swirled with streaks of titian red that created the perfect backdrop for the evening. the weather had gotten cooler, also. with sharp gusts of wind nipping at the uncovered portions of his face and having to swap out his well-worn shirts for thermal long sleeves. preferred autumn for this sole reason because he’d have to rake up the fallen leaves. gave him a task to complete on the lonesome days when the base didn’t need his presence. he’s mentally checking off a to-do list (did the smoke detector need changing? was the sidewalk covered in leaves? did the ceiling lights need replacing?) when there’s another soft knock. “bloke’s insistent,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes, “but I’m not buying anythin’.” assumes it’s just a door-to-door scam. or probably people collecting for charity. yeah, those people never let up.

neighbor!ghost who knows that curiosity killed the cat but he argues that satisfaction brings it back. he reaches a hand out to ease out the small piece of paper he stuffed inside the door’s peephole. a tactic he uses for extra security and privacy. never know if an unusual situation will arise. shifting forward, he presses closer to the peephole and focuses his gaze through the small opening. nothing. he huffs in disbelief. can’t believe he’s going through the entire 5 stages of grief solely because of a knock at the door. seriously, how bored must he be to spend this much time on a simple gesture? “wastin’ my bloody time,” he says while narrowing his eyes. yet, his calloused hand grips at the doorknob and twists. perhaps double checking could quell his curiosity.

neighbor!ghost who’s lips draw together to instinctively blurt, “scram,” before going completely silent at the sight of you. the threat falls flat. you’re practically glowing at his doorstep. despite the lack of actual lighting, due to the fact that he prefers his place shrouded in the night’s shadow, you’re still nervously smiling up at him. a vision wrapped in an intricately knit sweater to combat the chilly evening and pretty eyes that follow him when he braces his arm against the doorframe. “hi,” you quickly regard him with a wave of your hand, eyes still trained on his uncovered bicep. Swirls of darkened ink and intricate patterns that failed to conceal toned muscle. accumulated from years of being in the service. and you assumed such a large man would be grim and solemn; unwilling to give you some of his time. yet, his hooded eyes regard you with an inquisitiveness that causes your heart to thrum harder against your chest. it’s clumsy and the tips of your fingers are trembling but that only intrigues him. he can’t help but mull over the fact that your greeting sounds like a bird’s gentle chirp in the early mornings. it’s polite, sweet, and he craves to hear more of it.

neighbor!ghost who discovers that if he wordlessly stands there for long enough, you’re compelled to fill the silence. it’s a rather endearing quirk. prefers it, really. he’d rather listen to your angelic voice than hear his surly one. you initially waited for his response but you’re met with quietude and his perceptive gaze. he’s an expert in ridding people of their ulterior motives. you, however, you’re as kindhearted as they come and his verdict is proven correct when you reveal a tray of cookies to him. “made these earlier,” your gaze darted to the floor before quietly confessing, “wanted to drop some off to you.” the platter of sugar cookies gleamed up at him and ghost blinks– once, twice, three times. there were various designs (pumpkins, ghosts, bats) that were carefully decorated with royal icing in autumn colors. they looked perfect and he’d argue that they were better than the ones that he snagged a peek at from the local bakery. “it’s one of my favorite days so,” you cheerfully mention and cue him to take a cookie, “happy halloween.”

neighbor!ghost who typically doesn’t reach for sickeningly sweet desserts but for you he’d make an exception. he grabs one that you offer to him and rumbles genuine praise, “thanks, sweet thing,” while taking a bite. the nickname provokes a flurry of want within you. you, however, tamper down the desire while you watch with wide eyes. he thoughtfully chews and nods in approval, a movement that draws your focus to him. finishes the treat without any prompting. and with his small confirmation that he enjoyed it, the brightest smile graces your face. the sight festers a warmth within him– one that causes his thoughts to regularly return to you. always. he supposes he could get behind this “halloween” thing if you were the one showing up at his door.

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feralforfrank · 9 months

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hey ☺️

the only thing on my mind is rooster shaving his mustache for whatever reason and gf reader is upset ! silly little blurb i luv ur writing muah

the stache incident.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW X GN!READER

cw fluffy drabble ig :) NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n ANON!!! ILY THANK YOU FOR READING MY STUFF <3333333 much love to you, MWAH!

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You're shocked, heartbroken, in shambles, you name it. The grocery bag almost slips from your fingers when you hear the horrid sound of the electric razor from the bathroom. You place the bags on the counter before practically running inside.

You want to douse your eyes with gasoline when you see the damage. Bradley had been mentioning here and there that he wanted to shave his moustache just to see how he'd look without it. You'd forbade such talk inside the house, and he chuckled before dropping the subject.

But what seemed to be your biggest fear was becoming your new reality. With your keys clutched in one hand, the other holding on for dear life at the door frame, you watch your dear boyfriend shave the last of his moustache over the sink.

He hasn't noticed you yet. Music is playing from his phone, but you can't bring yourself to recognise the tune. This situation is way too tragic. When the buzzing sound stops emanating from the vile machine, Bradley finally turns around, having heard your panting.

"Babe, this isn't what it looks like." He speaks with hesitation and guilt.

"What did you do?" Your every word is punctuated.

Bradley opens his mouth but closes it, and you shake your head expectantly. "Well?"

"I-I was trimming it, and Din here," he looks at your cat, laying on the floor as if he's the criminal here, "came between my legs and scared me, and I moved my hand, and I shaved more than I should. It didn't look good anymore."

You scoff, pushing yourself off the doorway and turning to walk to your bedroom. Not once did you believe Bradley.

"Babe? Baby, c'mon!"

"I am not talking to you, hairless cat."

You hear him chuckle. "Hey, it's not that bad!" Bradley follows you into the bedroom.

"Never said it was." You shrug, taking your shirt off.

He's behind you in seconds, kissing your neck, his hands encircling your waist and pulling you closer. "You called me a hairless cat."

"Don't have a problem with cats. I own one." You pause, looking up. "Now, I got another one! Hm! Look at that!"

"Hey!" Bradley blows a breath where your jawline meets your ear, causing you to shiver.

You spend a few seconds like this, his hands around you, your back pressed against his smooth shirtless chest, face buried in your neck. Feels weird without the stache.

"So, you don't like it?" You realise you've spoken aloud when he questions you.

You shake your head. "I think you look attractive either way." You turn to Bradley, never escaping his grasp.

"I'm only joking. You look like a baby. It's adorable!"

Bradley looks offended. "Well, in that case, I am letting it grow and never shaving it ever again."

You grab the back of his head, kissing where he used to have perfectly trimmed hair. The spot is soft and smooth as a baby's butt.

You can't help but smile.

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orbmanson7 · 11 months

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So here's maybe an easier way to explain why this first episode didn't seem all that spooky...

Remember the inauguration video?

Remember how it started off with a simple, somewhat silly question of Cats or Dogs? It seems innocuous, innocent, what's the harm in just picking one, right?

When doing this kind of test, often the test starts with something simple, while also instructing you to decide quickly, they don't want you to think on it too much. So you get asked a simple question, you don't need to think about what may come of it, because what possible harm could there be in asking someone Cats or Dogs?

But then the next question is a little deeper, Power or Wisdom? What a participant may not realize is that the true test hadn't even started until now. Now, it's possible to choose a wrong answer. Now, your choices matter, but you likely don't realize it because the first question seemed innocent enough, you've been lured into that false sense of security already.

But in reality, that first question was the control for this experiment. All it was meant to do was to get you to participate. Participating, making that decision, giving your answer was all it took and now you're locked in.

That's what the livestreamed series is now doing on a much larger scale. You were drawn in by Showfall Media's keynote, you showed up to watch the stream and give such simple goofy answers to a clearly innocent and silly show's questions. All you did was press a few buttons and some goofy things happened, so what's the harm, right?

But when those questions change from "check the bookshelf" and "use the hair dryer" to something more sinister, like deciding which character should die or with what weapon, you're already so used to just pressing a button, it may be too late before you realize someone may actually get hurt from that decision, that this isn't just some silly game.

They warned you not to watch. But you already have. Now, all you can do is try to save him.

#generation loss #genloss #ranboo #genloss spoilers #kind of?#i just wanted to explain how it's going to get more into horror and How #derealization #this is an arg btw just in case!! its not real everythings fine #orbs thought bubbles

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aureatchi · 7 months

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.🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ WHAT A SCAREDY CAT ! — nakahara chuuya

“aw, poor baby. movie too scary, doll?” “shut up chuuya.”

a/n. it’s spooky szn !! so of course i need to write something fit for the occasion…so,, why not do it w my fav ginger-haired!

info. fem!reader. fluff. lowercase ✎. profanities. horror movies, drinking, small argument. it gets suggestive sjwsj, neck kissing. wc. 1.9k

“oh, this is so cute.”

you and your lover both shared an eye for aesthetics. that’s why you gazed so proudly at the coffee table in front of you when you stepped back to see the finished product—the rounded table was filled to the curved edges with your favorite takeout meal, bowls of junk sweets to indulge in after, popcorn, two wine glasses, and accompanying of course, a bottle of wine. other than the food, there were two lit candles to set the ambiance of the space, and a jack-o-lantern chuuya had carved himself.

all were organized beside each other to make it look like it came out of a pinterest post.

“i agree,” chuuya replied with a smug smile, also proud of your combined work. he joined you on the side.

you grabbed your digital camera resting on your couch and took a picture of the cozy scene.

“before it all gets ruined,” you chuckled.

chuuya then took the camera, turning the lens towards the both of you.

“let’s take a few together,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pose. you and chuuya were also wearing matching pajamas: black tees and halloween themed pants.

“okay!”

click! click! click!

the trio included a picture of you holding up a heart with your hands as chuuya’s arm encased around you, a picture of you turned towards him with your arms around his neck (you realized the flash was very bright), and one more of you kissing his cheek.

“awh!” you widely grinned as you looked through them, giggling to yourself when you noticed how the camera captured chuuya’s conspicuous blush in the last photo.

“what’chu laughing at?” he asked, looking over your shoulder.

“nothing, it’s just cute,” you replied, putting your camera away. “can we eat now?”

“yeah,” he replied, motioning towards the snug sofa nuzzled with your cushiest of blankets.

you enveloped them around you as chuuya grabbed the remote control to browse movies on the tv.

RANKED #1 HORROR MOVIE THIS YEAR!

“wanna watch this?” chuuya asked, hovering the selection over the movie. “i just realized we’ve never watched a horror movie together.”

“yeah, if you want me screaming and retreating on your lap every five minutes.”

“exactly,” he replied, smirking. “that would be nice⎯”

“too bad. i was joking. i don’t get scared easily.”

you held an opposing smirk back, but in reality, you did get agitated easily, especially when jumpscares were involved. but you felt stubborn and didn’t want to give what chuuya wanted, so you decided to take it on as a challenge.

and he seemed to sense your game too. “better not catch ya lying, doll. there’s consequences for everything.”

“what do you mean by that?” you asked, your face heating up, but he gave no answer to your avail. now you really had a challenge.

“…whatever. i don’t need to know anyway. i’m not getting scared.”

“hm,” chuuya said as he clicked on the movie. up popped a screen with the synopsis of the two-hour film, including all of the content warnings.

…murder, blood, sudden jumpscares…

oh shoot.

chuuya pressed play, and immediately, the movie started.

…

the first twenty minutes were actually okay. there hadn’t been anything too much to frighten you yet⎯eerie music, corporate workers, and dark rooms were the only thing you had seen so far.

“damn, when does this good?” chuuya mumbled, finishing eating the last of your main course.

you were glad things hadn’t been intimidating to you so far. but you also knew your lover was awaiting for something to happen, something to cause him to win.

that wasn’t going to happen.

you were snacking on the bucket of popcorn when suddenly, a creepy humanoid creature engulfed the screen, accompanied by a petrifying sound. there was no way to see that coming⎯there was no warning. you couldn’t help but squeal and jump slightly on the couch, the bucket of popcorn following. luckily, it wasn’t so much that it fell and made a mess.

“o-oh shoot! chuuya, i thought i saw a spider!” you said right after the moment passed, turning your head and making it look like you were searching the cushions for a spider. you knew he was watching for your reaction the entire time.

“spider, yeah?” chuuya asked, amused. “nice excuse, sweetheart.”

you crossed your arms. “okay! that was a mild reaction! i didn’t jump on you so that doesn’t count.”

“scared yet?”

“nope!” you popped the p. yet, a shiver went down your spine.

you continued watching the movie. more horror started to seep in, grisly scenes causing unease. you weren’t sure if you preferred those drawn-out sights to the jumpscares, but you could hide your reactions better with the former. you hadn’t seen any more sudden clips yet, thankfully.

“yikes,” you and chuuya said when a corpse got shot multiple times even after they already died and then mutilated.

“i’m opening the wine,” chuuya said about an hour and thirty minutes into the movie.

“alright,” you replied, not opposing. you probably even supported it. maybe if you drank a little, you wouldn’t scare so easy.

especially because you could feel the plot’s climax approaching. you were already suffocating a couple of pillows on your lap in anxiousness.

chuuya poured the glasses and handed one to you. you quietly finished yours quickly so you could have it refilled.

“oh shit!” you shouted when the main character suddenly made a super stupid decision⎯as you probably did too by pretending that you didn’t spooked⎯of course resulting in a chase by the disgusting creature that popped out of nowhere earlier. you clutched the pillows even harder, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. you needed to prove to chuuya you weren’t lying to him.

the wine was not strong enough against the fear-fueled adrenaline that surged through you, paralleling the intensifying background music.

stupid chuuya. he made sure the volume was cinema-loud. it did not help trying to drown out the creepy atmosphere that engulfed the entire room.

the figure suddenly appeared in front of the protagonist with a dramatic scream.

“AHH!” you screamed too, but immediately bit down on your hand right after.

but then it happened again. the main character turned a corner, and it popped up again, even more disturbing than the last time.

“AHHH!”

you screamed again, jumping on chuuya to try and bury your face on his neck. your heart was racing from the images you had seen.

but he had other plans.

“aw, poor baby. movie too scary, doll?”

“shut up chuuya!” you replied, yet you still gripped tightly on his shirt.

but then, chuuya pushed you off of him.

“chuuya!” you tried to climb back on him, but something was preventing you from making contact with his skin.

“…are you using gravity manipulation?!”

“i thought you said you wouldn’t get scared,” he taunted with a smirk. “eyes on the screen, brave girl.”

“you’re so mean!” you shouted, but faced back toward the tv. he had even gone out of his way to use his ability to turn your own words against yourse⎯

“AHHH! WHATTHEFUCK!”

you were already screaming as the creature finally caught the main character, but you weren’t alone as chuuya cursed and pulled you on top of him, horrified.

“DAMMIT. what the hell was THAT?”

“put us down, we’re FLOATING!” you cried. it didn’t help at all that you were both scared and floating above all solid surface, even though it was only about three feet.

“s-shit, sorry!”

he rested the both of you down on the sofa once again. you had missed most of the eerie epilogue, but you didn’t really care when your brain had now conjured a new character for your nightmares.

chuuya poured the last of the bottle’s contents into your glasses and handed you yours. you finished the cherry-red liquid instantly to try to get some relief.

you turned towards chuuya right after to see that he had done the same. and then, you broke out laughing.

the ginger-haired raised an eyebrow and glared back at you as you continued to stare at him and snicker.

“i-i didn’t know YOU were a scaredy cat,” you tried to speak, but it was hard when you were overcome by laughter. your stomach was hurting and your chest was heaving, but you couldn’t stop.

“shut up!” he shouted.

“i-i can’t!” you replied, continuing to laugh. “how ironic⎯it’s one thing for me, but the port mafia executive? getting scared?!”

you were only silenced when chuuya had pulled you on his waist once again.

“if you didn’t think you were in trouble for lying, you definitely are now.”

you immediately stopped, staring into his eyes. you had forgotten about his temper.

“wait, i’m sorry!” but your apology was futile because you were immediately lifted once again but this time, higher and alone.

“put me down, chuuya, i’m sorry!” you screamed, about eleven feet off of the floor. you really hated his ability sometimes.

“why should i?!” he observed you from the couch, trying to grab onto something but stuck inside a sphere of air. he would never try to hurt you, even while he was mad, but currently, his ego had been offended by your words.

“i was joking, chuu! i didn’t actually mean it⎯i promise! i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you.”

you were slowly lowered, relieved once your legs hit the couch.

“i’m sorry,” he said, quietly after you had made sure you could stand on floor again. “i got carried away, plus you weren’t wrong.” he sighed at the confession.

“it’s okay,” you replied, straddling his lap. “that just makes the two of us scaredy cats. i think that’s cute.” you booped him on the nose.

“but you’re the bigger one,” chuuya provoked.

“no! you are!”

“you are!”

“who’s the one on my lap?” he asked, moving a piece of your hair out of your face as he smirked. “just as she foreshadowed earlier too?”

“shut up,” you replied, but he had gotten you where he wanted in the end. “want a trophy or something?”

“no, you’re just gonna make it up to me now.“

he pulled you closer, and kissed you softly, seeing if your reaction would allow him to continue.

you pulled back. “if this is what i have to do, that’s easy.” you leaned back in and resumed the kiss, lifting your hands to play with chuuya’s hair. you could still taste the wine on his lips⎯it made you feel even more high combined with the tension between you two as he kissed you deeper.

he pulled back for the both of you to catch breath and then spoke.

“you’re funny if you think that’s it, doll.”

he moved one of his hands to move your hair away from your neck and the other to cup your cheek on the opposite side.

he started kissing there, and then, sucking.

“…chuuya?”

“this is for lying to me,” he said, focusing on the spot. once he was done, he moved to another.

“and for making fun of me.” he sucked again, until your neck had two new red marks.

“…keep going.”

“yeah? want more?”

“yes. it helps me not think of that scary murderer in the movie.” chuuya laughed.

“alright, i’ll help take the scaredy cat’s mind off of the things that bring her fear.”

“hey! stop calling me th⎯”

you were silenced as he went back to what he was doing, until your entire neck was filled with shades of red.

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straykids-97 · 6 months

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Chase

Day One of Spooky Week!

Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs

Warnings: Vampire/Werewolf hybrid Chan, soft dom! Chan, sub! Reader, fear play (slightly), impact play, teasing, bondage play, (Chan is in a rut btw heh), unprotected sex, creampie, lmk if I forget anything.

Word Count: 2.2k

You pant as you run through the woods, heart beating from over-excursion and the creature who was chasing after you.

You were scared, the fact that an ordinary night had gotten turned on its head so quickly left you reeling. But you had only one choice; you had to get to the car and get the hell out of the woods before whatever the hell that thing was got to you first.

You heard a howl from your left, and you turned your gaze to see something flitting through the woods. You feel a shiver run down your spine, making your tired legs push you faster. Suddenly, your legs were swept out from underneath you, causing you to land on your back with a thud.

Groaning and holding your side, you sit up and look around. You weren’t even close to the car and you felt a feeling of hopelessness fill your chest. You had been caught. “Fuck.” You grumble sitting up and glaring at the wolf with glowing brown eyes. You could see his grin as he down-shifted, “That hurt.” You grumbled. Chris didn’t say anything as he straightened, that same salacious grin plastered on his face, “Should have run faster. I’ve told you time and time again human.” The way he said human made you cringe as if it was the nastiest thing he had ever tasted. “What would happen if I caught you in my woods again.”

Your heart thumps in your chest when you see that he is quite bare, your cheeks flushing red. He wasn’t wrong; he had warned you, time and time again. Part of you wondered why he let you get away with it this long, and the other part of you was kicking you in the ass for coming back again.

He slowly walked through the undergrowth, closing the distance to where you lay in a heap on the ground. “I’ve been far too lenient with you and now I feel like you’re getting arrogant.” Chris hissed. That much was true; you had learned the Alpha’s name of the pack of lycanthropes. You never got close to the pack to be chased often, but tonight, Chris seemed to finally have enough of you prying. “What is that saying…” He trails off, stalking around you so that you couldn’t see him. “Curiosity killed the cat?” You gasp, turning towards the sound of his voice only to be greeted with empty air.

Slowly, you turned to the right to find him only inches from your face, “Is that the game you want to play with me? Hmm? A cat and mouse game?” He grins, his eyes dancing up your white tank top that was now torn and smudged with dirt. “Well, you can be the mouse… And I can be the big cat… And I’ll catch you,” he leaned in, causing you to lean away instinctively, “and I’ll eat you right up.” He popped the ‘P’ as he pressed you into the ground. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little mouse.” Chris’s voice was low, threatening. But something told you he wasn’t about to rip your throat out.

Not with his hard length pressing into the skin of your thigh. You gasped, eyes going wide, “I think, we could play something… More my pace. Since I’ve played your game… Time to play mine.” He bared his teeth, snatching you up by your arm and throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a shriek as he begins to jog or rather run back in the direction that he chased you. You hold yourself up, pressing your hands into the small of his back as you look behind him as he carries you back in the direction of his pack grounds.

In the distance, you can make out the faint outline of your car. You let out a sigh of defeat; you were closer than you thought.

After a quick jog back through the woods, Chris was waltzing back into the camp of his pack. There were four homes, each with members of his pack sitting on the porches or inside. You glance to the left and find his beta, Minho, watching you smugly with his arms crossed. You almost flip him off, but then remember the only thing keeping Minho from ripping your head from your shoulders was his leader, who was carrying you through his encampment to his house.

You grit your teeth at the smug lycan and push yourself up a little more to find that others are also staring, grinning at you.

They knew something you didn’t, that much was clear.

Chris bounds up the stairs of his cabin, taking them two at a time. Before you knew it, he was pushing open the door and entering his house, before quite literally dropping you on the floor. You hit the ground with a thud, “Oof!” You cried out, the hard wooden floorboards creaked as you landed on your ass.

Chris walked back to his front door, reaching up to a latch at the top and sliding it closed. The last little bit of hope you had of getting out of this situation faded as he twisted to look at you, his immaculate body on full display in the warm glow of his house.

You were locked in the Alpha’s house, and now, you had no way out. You could always try the windows, but in the time it would take to open the latch and push the screen out, he’d capture you. Same with the front door; you were too short to reach the latch without getting on your tippy toes. And with the amount of time it would take to reach it, he would capture you.

“My turn.” He growled, his eyes flashing the glowing brown from his shifted form as he grabbed your forearm, hauling you to your feet. “You’ve tried my patience, and now, you need a lesson in obedience.” Chris sneered, dragging you down the hallway. You were speechless; you weren’t expecting this from him, you thought maybe, if anything, he’d make your life a living hell but this was furthest from your mind.

He flings open a door, turning the light on to reveal a bedroom. His bedroom. Chris shoves you inside and closes the door behind you two. Adrenaline pours into your veins, and now, you’re scared again. But not because you think he’s going to hurt you, but because you don’t know what he’s about to do to you.

“I’ll call this game… Cops and robbers… I’m the cop and I’ve got my robber.” He stalks toward you, wrapping a hand around your wrists and dragging you toward the bed. “And now, it’s time for interrogation.” He yanks open his dresser drawer to reveal handcuffs, lube, and a blindfold. Your mouth falls open as he pulls out the metal cuffs, “It’s quite literal if you think about it.” He chuckles darkly, “You kept trespassing on private property. And now, you’re crimes are catching up to you… How do you feel, little mouse?” He latched the cuffs around your hands and tossed you onto the mattress, causing you to squeak. You watch as he leans over and grabs the blindfold out of the drawer, “Since you’ve been a bad robber… You won’t get to see what your punishment is until I decide what it is.” He grins, sliding the mask over your eyes. Immediately, you feel your body start to tingle when his fingertips trace the skin of your face before he pulls away. Fuck, you think as you wait for what he’s about to do.

“Go ahead, tell me. Time to confess.” Chris crawls over your body, “Unless you don’t like good cop…” He admires you for a few moments before deciding your fate. Chris grabs your hips and twists you around so that you are on your stomach. You whimper, the cuffs biting at your wrists as he tugs your shorts down your thighs to your knees. Chris lets out a satisfied groan, “Fuck me.” He mutters, mostly to himself as his hands kneed the skin of your ass. You let out a pathetic whimper as heat floods your veins, pooling in your groin. After a few seconds, he presses his face into your dampening panties, inhaling. You gasp, feeling his tongue run up the length of your core, his face buried between your ass as he licks a bold stripe up your clothed pussy.

Your mouth is hanging open in shock as you feel his glowing brown eyes land on you, “Tell me, y/n…” He trails off, leaning away but keeping his hands on your ass, “Why is it that you always torment me? Hmm? Managing to get out of my reach time and time again?” When you don’t answer, he delivers a sharp slap to your left ass cheek, causing you to gasp in shock. The stinging sensation only lasted a few moments before warmth spread across it. You hear a wet sound as he sucks in his bottom lip, “Tell me, little mouse.” He slaps the other cheek, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, “Fuck!” You cry out, heat swarming your lower belly like an angry wasps nest.

Chris lets out a low moan before slapping your right ass cheek twice more, “I don’t know!” You cry out, finally admitting it out loud. “I don’t know!” You repeat as he slaps your left cheek. “You do know… It’s in there somewhere-”

“Because I like you!” You scream as the slaps grow harder. He delivers one more to make your skin a pretty pink before he finally stops. There was silence for a few moments before you felt hot breath on your neck causing you to arch your back away from him. He freezes, and you realize what you had done without knowing it.

You had pressed your ass right into his cock, and the sensation made you whimper softly, making him completely go brain-dead. Your response what he expected either, it actually caught him off guard, which he wasn’t used to.

You feel his lips wrap around your earlobe. A soft moan leaves your lips as he pulls away, before he says, “I was going to let you go…” He trailed off, his left hand snaking around your hip and going to your swollen clit. You jerk, and the sudden pressure causes you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. Chris wastes no time by wrapping his free hand around your throat, growling, “But now I don’t want to.”

He pulls away long enough to shred your panties and to spread your legs, “Fuck. I don’t want to.” He babbles as he lines his cock up with your weeping pussy. You feel him enter you, your hands clutching the sheets by your face. God, he was huge! You thought as he slowly stroked in and out of you a few times, his sharp nails digging into the skin of your hips before his hips faltered.

He let out the sexiest groan you had ever heard and his hands slid up to the small of your back. Chris’s position meant that now he could fuck you deeper, and the feeling of him sliding into you further made your eyes roll, and a deep moan leave your throat. He growled in response, his hips snapping harshly against yours a few times, testing the waters. You let out a series of quick squeaks, panting when he stopped. “Fuck.” You muttered into the bed. That seemed to make something click in his head and then he began the onslaught of the purest pleasure you had ever felt.

He was leaning at such an angle, his hips slapping against yours so perfectly that you weren’t sure if this was even real at first. But the burning sensation between your thighs and your impending orgasm meant that it had to be. You lay your cheek on his mattress, whimpering and moaning helplessly as he fucked you into his bed, growling and moaning.

“This what you wanted?” He grunted, “What you needed? Hmm?” His words made you moan, pushing your hips closer to his. Chris’s hips faltered for a split second before he pistoned in and out of you at an inhuman pace. You let out a shriek of pleasure as utter ecstasy raced down your spine, clutching the mattress as you came around Chris.

Chris was babbling nonsense, your orgasm that hadn’t totally left yet left you in sort of a daze, so you weren’t processing his words until it was too late.

“Fuck- gonna cum in you- shit. Fuck- you’re gonna be mi-mine!” He stuttered, his hips meeting yours in sharp, hard thrusts. After a few seconds, you felt his fingertips dig into your skin, his nails threatening to pierce the flesh. You let out a cry of pain as he moaned, warmth spreading through your groin as his hips faltered. “FUCK!” He bellowed, his loud voice nearly shook the windows. You whimpered as he pulled out, his hand quick to pull the mask from your face.

He moved so fast that you weren’t processing everything yet. He twisted you on your back so he could hold your legs up, his glowing eyes watching your pussy with intrigue. “I’ve never came inside a girl before.” He admitted, his eyes landing on your face. You feel embarrassed as he admires his mess. “Fuck… now I know why everyone likes it so much.”

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moonjella · 2 years

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TRICK OR TREAT — JUNG JAEHYUN

pairing || husband!jaehyun x wife!reader

synopsis || it's halloween and all you want is to spend a quiet night with your husband watching scary movies. but the constant ringing of the doorbell is more horrifying than whatever's playing on the tv. you've had enough of the trick or treaters and decide to play a trick of your own on your husband, to which he returns with a very special treat.

content || mature, minors do not interact! female reader, talk of pregnancy/impregnation, reader wants to have children. explicit smut — dry humping, unprotected sex, cumming inside, breeding kink, praise.

word count || 2.9k

author's note || for @underworldnet's halloween event — day one : trick or treat.

“Trick or treat!”

“Aren’t you guys adorable?” Jaehyun beams at the little ones.

A pumpkin, a witch and a… well, you don’t know what the last one is but the costume was spooky enough.

And the grin of excitement on the child’s face makes your heart swell.

You reach behind the door to pull out the bowl of candy and their smiles reach their eyes at the sight of it.

“Once each, okay?”

“Thank you!” they chime while taking their favourite chocolate bars. You and Jaehyun remain at the door until their tiny bodies waddled onto the next house.

They were the first trick–or–treaters of the night. Though, the streets looked a little empty. Maybe this year would be quiet and you could watch your scary movies in peace.

You’re warmed by Jaehyun’s arm wrapping around your waist.

“I can’t wait for our kids to go trick–or–treating.”

“Me too,” you press a kiss to his cheek and he leads you both back to the kitchen to finish cleaning the dishes together. But a small sigh escapes you.

You’ve wanted kids for a while now. Motherhood is a terrifying thought at times but the thought of seeing your child’s smile on a daily basis makes you long for them now more than ever.

And you know Jaehyun feels the same way. The way he stops to wave and smile at kids every chance he gets, and when he crouches down to their level to hear what their tiny voices are saying — needless to say, you couldn’t wait to have children together.

Most of your friends and family expected the news of pregnancy immediately after your marriage, but two years later there’s still no sign of them.

“What are you moping about?” Jaehyun wanders over as you place the last bowl away. His arms snake around you, trapping you in his hold.

“Nothing much,” you breathe in his scent. “just feeling a bit tired, that’s all.”

“You’ve worked so hard today,” he kisses the crook of your neck as he speaks, his lips tickling your sensitive spot. “How about we put on a movie and relax?”

“Sounds good.”

You already know which movie to watch. In true Halloween essence, you choose the scariest film on your streaming service and settle down next to Jaehyun, who throws a blanket over both of you.

“Let’s get this over with.” He grumbles.

“Don’t be a scaredy–cat,” you snigger. “I bet it’s not even scary.”

“And I bet you’ll be the one hiding under the blanket.”

“Oh, shush.” You shut him up with a chaste kiss and press play only for you both to jump in your seats a few seconds in.

The second round of trick–or–treaters had arrived with a jumpscare. Your doorbell has never been so terrifying.

Breaking into a fit of nervous laughter, you both make your way to the door.

“Trick or treat!”

“You guys scared us,” Jae tells them and your hands wander to his waist, pulling him into a backhug while the children eye up the sweets. “Only one. Gotta save some for the other kids.”

They wave you goodbyes with cheery thanks and goosebumps erupt on your skin from the chilly air. In no time, you’re back under the blankets next to Jaehyun’s hot body. His heat warms you like it always does and the hand tracing up and down your thigh warms you in another way.

His small habit never fails to make you blush. Jaehyun is always touching your body, in one way or another but it’s the times like this when he finds comforts in rubbing your thighs.

When he’s nervous, or when he’s scared, it puts him at ease knowing you’re right beside him. And it seems the movie is getting to a good part because his fingertips dig into your flesh slightly. His chest rises and falls quickly which stirs the same reaction in you.

But yours is due to something else entirely.

His hand jumps higher and you bite your lips. Any higher and you’d be in trouble.

It feels silly getting turned on by such a simple and innocent action, but the thrill of the horror movie somehow adds to the sensation.

After all, the adrenaline a horror movie gives you isn’t so different to the adrenaline Jaehyun fills you with.

Ding dong!

You both jump again and this time Jaehyun lets out a tiny squeak. He tears his wide eyes away from the screen and to the door seriously.

“It’s just the trick–or–treater, Jae. You’re not afraid of some kids, are you?” you tease.

He gulps.

“No. Not at all.”

You both rise again, heading over the door to hand out some more candy. As much as you love seeing the children excited, it’s starting to feel like a chore.

The scold yourself for the thought. As someone who can’t wait to have children, you sure as hell grow sick of children quickly.

Maybe it’s a good thing it hadn’t happened yet.

Jae closes the door and you both crash on the couch again. Although you settle into his arms nicely, it feels odd for some reason.

You and Jaehyun never really talked about the issue properly. You’re on the same page in wanting to have children but neither of you never put it into action.

The only time you had sex without protection was on your wedding night. Other than that, you always had protected sex.

For a long time, you’ve wanted to bring it up to him. You know he wouldn’t react badly to your request for unprotected sex. But then again, maybe there’s a reason he hasn’t brought it up either. Maybe he’s not quite ready to be a father yet. Maybe he has doubts too.

As daunting as the thoughts are, you decide to brush them away and enjoy the movie. And Jaehyun’s reaction to the movie.

He’s a lot more scared than he’d like to admit.

Time passes and you’re onto the second movie. And the trick–or–treaters became much more frequent. At this point, Jae is answering the door every five minutes.

And here you were thinking it was going to be a quiet night.

You’d given up on answering the door with your husband and instead watched him from the couch. He’s trudging his way back to you, him too growing tired of it. While you admire his efforts, you can’t stand the cold you feel every time he leaves.

So this time, you pull him down with you, letting him lay on your chest and locking his hips between your legs. Hopefully no more trick–or–treaters would ring the doorbell because Jae’s body on top of you is like the comfiest blanket in the world.

You focus on the movie again, but it’s only a matter of time before Jae is up at the door complimenting another child’s costume.

You hold back a groan, growing frustrated. All you wanted was a quiet night, but this is getting too much. Jae’s attention is either on the children or the movie and a sting of jealousy flutters in your chest.

It’s petty, but you have a plan. One that will be sure of Jaehyun giving you his attention. And maybe you’ll finally satisfy your neediness.

He sits down and you climb into his lap, straddling him and successfully blocking his view of the television. Dark eyes flutter to you and his lips are wettened by the slip of his tongue.

Children aren’t the only ones who can play tricks tonight.

“Hey, baby,” he mutters. His hands find their place on your hips. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you say while nuzzling into his neck, lips grazing over the spot he likes the most. He shudders beneath you, immediately turned to putty in your hands.

You kiss your way up his neck, along his jawline and meet his lips in a frenzy of warmth.

To your surprise, he’s just as hungry. He sucks you in, fighting your tongue for dominance with a groan that rumbles through both bodies. You grind down and you clit finally finds some relief.

“Ah… Jae…”

His hands make their way around your neck, cusping your jaw and holding your head back so he can attack your neck.

“Thought you wanted to watch the movie, babe.”

“I want you instead,” you smirk, knowing your plan is working. His cock grows beneath you and you throw away the blanket which was acting as an obstruction to your grinding. “I always want you.”

“Fuck,” he gasped as his cock twitches to life. “Want you too, baby.”

Your lips meet again, wet and messy. The horrors of a cheesy thriller long forgotten and replaced with the desperate need to fulfil each other’s desires.

A moan is caught in your throat when he pulls your hips tighter against him and your chest hits his, breasts rubbing against him. There’s no way to escape his strong hold as his guides you back and forth in his lap.

You move faster, friction from the clothes heating you up and adding stimulation to both of your parts. It’s only a matter of time before you’re close to your high, so close…

Ding dong!

You still immediately, Jaehyun’s eyes also growing wide at the surprise. Of all the times to be interrupted…

This is far from the quiet night you imagined.

“Baby, I can’t answer the door like this.” He looks pretty beneath you, red cheeks and a sheen of sweat. And desperate, needy eyes.

“Let’s just ignore them.” You say and get back to stealing his breath away but the doorbell persists.

He pushes you for a moment and you part again. Speaking with his longing eyes only, he persuades you to answer the door.

“Fine.” You grumble and march over. You grab the bowl and swing open the door.

The children don’t even have a chance to finish their “trick or treat” before you shove the bowl at them.

“Take as many as you want.”

The door is slammed shut before you know it and you grab Jaehyun who is stunned by your actions, leading him up the stairs.

“Our bowl…”

“Fuck the bowl.” You say and kick open the bedroom door. You yank him down by the collars, crashing his lips onto yours while unbuttoning his shirt.

“You’re right,” he grins. “I’ll fuck you instead.”

Large hands encompass your ass and your gently thrown on the bed. You’re pleasured with the view of him slipping off his shirt before he moves to your pants, pulling them down by your ankles.

You whip off your shirt, exposed in your lacey underwear.

Jaehyun crawls between your legs and your hands trace over his muscular chest and toned abs. Your head hits the pillow while your husband attacks your chest. He pulls down the thin fabric and takes your nipple in his mouth.

“Fuck, Jae!” you whine.

“Feel good, baby?”

You can only moan in response as his hand finds its way between your legs, teasing up and down and discovering the wet patch you made.

“So wet, baby. All for me?”

You nod timidly while biting your lip. You know he loves it because his eyes don’t move from them for a while.

“Need you so bad, Jae.”

You knock him out of his trance and he removes his pants, revealing his hardened cock.

You reach for him nimbly and take it in your palm, pushing yourself up to kiss him while you stroke his dick.

“You like that?”

He groans in response, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments before flying open when you tease his leaking tip. You trace circles around his slit making him shudder under your teasing touch.

His forehead hit yours as he takes your lips hungrily in his, noses nudging and tongues diving deep. You don’t cease your strokes, allowing him to rut gently into your hand until he pulls away with desperation.

“Jae…” you whine as he puts distance between your naked bodies.

“Need a condom, baby.” He mutters while reaching into the nightstand.

He’s fumbling with the box, his eagerness obvious with the way his fingers ravage the packets. You bite your lip, swallowing nervously.

You don’t want him to use one.

You want him to fuck you raw and fill you with his cum until he’s sure you’re knocked up.

“Jae,” you say softly, catching his attention. He’s over you in a second, stroking your heated cheeks and adoring your beautiful eyes as you lay your head on the pillow.

“What is it, baby?”

“Could you fuck me without a condom… please?”

His thumb stills on your cheek and you can almost feel the cold from his expression. If your racing heart is telling you anything, it’s that you’re terrified of what he’ll say.

You brace yourself for the rejection, but instead you receive warmth on your lips.

You’re engrossed in him as he explores all of you, lips not leaving yours for a second while his hands trace your skin. Your panties slip away with ease and he throws them away, now forgotten just like the box of condoms.

“You know what this means, right?” he finally asks.

You nod breathlessly.

“I want it, Jae. I want you to put a baby in me.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing his raging cock and rubbing the tip up and down your slit, spreading your arousal before lining up to your entrance. “I’ve waited so long for this, baby.”

You whimper, shuddering from the excitement growing in your core. His thumb teases your throbbing clit causing you to clench over nothing. But that would soon change.

“Say it again, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

You rest your hands on the back of his neck, wrists lying on his shoulder. Just a simple touch of him grounds you from drifting away in pleasure.

“Please, Jae. Want you to fuck me so good, want you to cum inside me.”

Your sentence ends with a high–pitched whine as he pushes into you, groaning with surreal bliss.

You squeal his name excitedly. It’s been so long since you’ve felt him like this, so long that it feels entirely new. Like something you’ve never experienced before.

Every bit of his cock nudges against your walls. You’re tight around him, feeling every single thing. From his hot tip to the vein wrapped around his dick, you feel it all.

Your eyes roll back, head burying into the pillow while Jaehyun rocks back and forth allowing you to adjust to him.

When he’s fully seated in you, sweat dresses his forehead and you brush back his bangs. He smiles at you so tenderly and this feeling, all of these feelings… it’s like like falling in love all over again.

“Move,” you whisper to him. “please.”

He heeds your words and pulls out gently before shoving his cock back inside. His groan is loud against your ear and it stirs your insides, making them messy and distressed from the anticipation.

Your nipples rub against his chest sparking flames all across your body and your body is set alight when he quickens his pace. His arms wrap around your body, holding you impossibly close as his thrusts become harder.

You can only imagine how incredible he must be feeling from fucking you raw, from knowing the state he’ll leave you in.

“Fuck, Jae!”

“This what you wanted?”

You scream yes.

“Want me to cum in you? Want me to fuck you so good, like my pretty wife deserves?”

You mumble incoherently, whines and words becoming a mix of slurs.

“You’re so desperate for my cum, aren’t you?” his tone is almost condescending but you don’t care. You’re so fucking desperate.

“Cum inside me! Please!”

His rhythm quickens to the point where it feels there is no rhythm at all and you feel your own orgasm approaching.

“Ah… ah! I’m close!”

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Finally get to put a baby in you. Gonna cum inside you, baby, and you’re not gonna waste a single drop.”

He emphasises each word with a particularly hard thrust and you can’t hold yourself back any longer. Your arms wrap fully around him, nails etching patterns into his skin and he cries into your neck, stuttering from his own pleasure.

Ropes of cum spurt into you and he lets out a loud groan. His hips shake as he pushes his cock in deeper than ever before. You feel it twitch inside you and you feel so full.

He rides you gently through your high, making only slight movements as to not shake you too much from your dazed state.

Your mind is abuzz, your skin aflame and you can’t help but collapse entirely when he finally lifts up.

There he is again, admiring your blissed out face and when his eyes spot the cum leaking out from your pussy around his cock, he feels himself growing hard again.

He’s waited so long to do this with you, to finally make a baby with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. “And you’re gonna be even more beautiful when you’re all knocked up. Gonna look so pretty carrying our baby.”

Our baby.

Your body shivers with excitement.

He hisses down your arm, reaching your palm, kissing every fingertip before placing your warm hand against his face.

Rubbing his cheeks into it, he closes his eyes and breathes in. You wish this moment could last forever.

“You’re going to be such a good father, Jae.” You smile.

And his lips grown wide with satisfaction.

“And you’ll be an amazing mother,” he kisses you. “But I gotta make sure I did the job properly first.”

He strokes your cheeks, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face as he begins moving his hips again.

“Gonna fill you up until you can’t take any more.”

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thatwritererinoriordan · 1 year

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My mom will be getting this card.

#spooky cat press #mothers day #mothers' day #mummies

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hugsandchaos · 11 months

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Stray Cat Danny (Flash)

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Iris picked up the phone from her pocket soon after she heard the cheerful ringtone. She only needed to look at it for less than a second to know that it was Barry and pressed the green button to answer. To make sure it stayed up while she typed away on her laptop, Iris placed the phone between her head and shoulders.”Hey, Barry.” She greeted.”You coming back soon?” She asked. Allen was out a bit later than usual tonight, which isn’t common enough for her to worry too much -- especially since he’s also a young adult like herself --, but definitely not often enough for her to not worry at all. His breathing was labored and pretty tired.”Hey, Iris, you mind making a bit of room on the living room couch?” He asked.

That was a bit odd.”Uh, sure, just let me finish up my writing. Why? Does a friend need to come over or something?” She asked. She heard another voice yawning, which was even weirder.”Uh, not exactly. We kinda have an emergency guest.” He replied.

Barry carried the exhausted boy on his back as he walked down the rather empty sidewalk. He wasn’t all that heavy, Barry was just pretty tired himself. The boy’s head rested on his shoulders, making his dark hair brush against the side of Barry’s head a bit every time he took a step, and despite his best attempts to stay awake, he was quickly falling asleep.

His grip was slipping and growing weak, but every few seconds or so, he’d suddenly regain his grip a little or try to mumble another “thank you” or “just one” to the older man, the second indicating he only intended to accept his offer for only one night. Barry lowered his phone a little and slightly turned to glance at the kid’s head.”No problem, kid. Just get some rest now.” He said. He heard a grumble, but couldn’t understand what Danny said. Judging by the tone, though, it was probably a pouty “No!” meant to be a joke.”Barry? Who is that? Is someone with you?” Iris asked through the phone. Barry brought it back up and put his focus back on the path ahead of him and in his mind.”A kid named Danny, he was looking for a place to sleep in the alleys. He’s not in too much trouble, just really tired from what he’s told me.” He replied. Probably not the best way to explain it, but it could be worse.

Iris was now closing her laptop and heading towards the living room couch.“Why won’t he go to a shelter?” She asked. The couch wasn’t dirty or littered, but a quick brush wouldn’t hurt, and neither would a blanket. She already knew what he was going to ask if the answer to her question was no.“Too far, apparently. Is it okay with you and Joe if he stays the night, and I try to help him out in the morning?”

That was something I had no issue with, but Joe might. She also knew he would welcome it if he had no choice, though. He did the same with Barry, after all.”Sure, let me ask dad.“ She said, wiping a few stray crumbs off the couch. She put her phone on the small nightstand next to the couch and rushed upstairs. Iris went to her dad’s door, which was the second door down the hall on the right, and knocked. She didn’t even have to wait ten seconds for it to open and her father, who had been allowed (ordered) to go home early, to open the door.

“Iris? You need something?” Joe asked. Iris cut straight to the chase.

“Long story short, Barry found a kid looking for a place to stay and the shelters are full. He wants to know if he can stay here for the night.” She somewhat explained. Joe reared his head back a little bit in surprise and blinked. He was obviously as taken aback as she expected, telling her dad that her brother was bringing back a homeless kid to sleep on their couch.

“This is all of a sudden,” he started with a small step back, ”but if there’s not a lot of other options, then sure.” He shrugged. A small smile formed on his face, as if asking “how could I say no?”. Iris sighed in relief and soon found her own smile. Joe walked past her.”Thank you so much, dad.” She said. Joe glanced back at her, still smiling a bit.”Helping kids is part of my job, as an officer and a father.” He stated as they both descended downstairs.

Iris picked up her phone, hoping Allan was still on the line, and held it to her ear as Joe opened a closet to grab a spare blanket.”He said yes.” She said. She put him on speaker, just in case Joe wanted to talk as well.

“Thank goodness.” Barry breathed out.”I’m really sorry to spring this on you guys.” He apologized. He rounded the corner, ignoring the double glances people took before they kept walking. They were most likely assuming that he had somehow gained a little brother or son.

“It’s alright, Barry. Do you know if he’s had anything to eat or drink?” Joe’s voice asked on the other side of the line. That caught him off guard, but only for a millisecond, maybe even faster since his brain barely registered it.“Yeah, he told me he’s not hungry.” He glanced over at Danny’s head on his shoulder, noticing his eyes are closed and his breathing was slower.”I think he’s asleep.” He said. The lack of grumbling or some quiet form of arguing proved his theory.

“How far away are you? Do you need me to pick you up?” Joe asked. Barry, out of instinct, quickly surveyed his surroundings. Though he already knew where he was, which was kind of stupid or weird.“No. We’re about two minutes away, walking distance.” He replied.

“Alright. We’ll get the couch ready.” Joe said. Barry heard the phone beeping from his adopted dad hanging up and promptly put it in his pocket so he could use that hand to make sure Danny was being carried properly.

When Barry arrived back, Iris had opened the door for him since she saw him coming up and quickly guessed he’d struggle a bit to get his keys without dropping the kid. Once he managed to get through the door, Joe came over and carefully helped him get Danny off of his back and onto the couch, both trying to make it so they didn’t wake him up. He stirred a bit from the movement, but his eyes barely cracked open before he fell right back asleep. Danny simply laid there, and Iris quickly tucked his unconscious body under a blanket as the other two began a quiet conversation.

“Anything about his family? Friends?” Joe asked in a hushed tone. Barry shook his head.”No, he just said he’s not sure where he is or how he got there, and he can’t remember his address or any phone numbers either.” He whispered back. The two turned their heads when they noticed the light being turned off and saw Iris next to the light switch. She used the light on her phone to light up the floor and walk up to them.”We should let him sleep.” She piped in quietly.

“Yeah. I say we ask him about his situation in the morning, when we’re all well rested.” Barry agreed.

“Sounds like a plan.” Joe nodded. And with that, they went upstairs, but not before Barry gave their guest a confused glance. Something was just odd about him. He brushed it off as the sudden turn in events that had happened in the last hour confusing him and carried on upstairs.

In the morning, Danny was gone.

The blanket that had been draped over him the night before was stacked neatly and placed on the opposite end of the couch as the pillow, which was also slightly fixed so it’d appear nice for decoration.

The windows and doors were still locked from when Joe remembered to take care of that before bed, and the alarm hadn’t gone off at all throughout the night. Nothing was taken, everything was tidied up.

Except for a single sticky note placed on the wall.

Thank you so much for letting me stay the night. Hopefully, we don’t meet again under those same circumstances. — Danny

BTW, I did a load of dishes, woke up feeling productive and wanted another way of saying thanks :D

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 6 months

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Trick or Treat - Miguel O'Hara

A/N: Happy Halloween! Here's a little Miguel blurb for ya!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara Word Count: 1k Synopsis: Halloween is not Miguel's favorite holiday.

"What are you wearing?"

"What does it look like I'm wearing?" you ask.

"Cat ears," he says dryly. You turn to smile at him and he jumps back. "And whiskers."

"Well, no one can say you're not observant, Miguel."

"What's the occasion?"

"Is that a joke?"

"I don't joke."

You walk over to him, recognize his tired face, the slump of his shoulders, and put your arms around him. "Long day?"

"You could say that," he says with a sigh. You give him a soft smile and he leans in to kiss you.

"I'm sorry, my love. And the occasion, is Halloween."

"Ah, how could I forget?"

"Don't pretend like you didn't notice a million little spider-kids on your way home."

"The real question is why are you dressed up."

"Didn't I already say this, it's Halloween." Miguel rolls his eyes at you and breaks out of your arms.

"You going to a party tonight?"

"No, I know you wouldn't want to do that." You follow him down the hall to your bedroom and watch as he undresses. "I just thought it might be fun to hand out candy and have a cozy night in."

"I like the cozy night in part," he says, snaking an arm around you, his bare chest warm against you.

"I figured I could convince you on that part," you say, kissing him. He hums deeply and suddenly you're falling back onto your bed, Miguel on top of you. "We could just stay here and I could find out if there's a tail to match this little outfit."

"Miguel," you say in a breath, squirming out of his touch as his hand travels down your backside. You roll out of bed and straighten your ears as you stand.

"Come back, baby."

"I can't," you tease, walking towards the door slowly.

"Come back," he says again, deeper. You open your mouth to respond just as the doorbell rings.

"Hold that thought," you say and rush towards the door. A pumpkin and a scarecrow are at your door and both happily take candy.

Miguel is behind you when you shut the door and turn around. He's frowning at you, and you notice that his shirt is still off.

"Don't you think it's a little chilly for that," you say, touching his muscular chest.

"Don't you think you could just leave that bowl at the door?"

"But then I would miss all of the cute kiddos."

"I don't care." He kisses you again, taking your chin in one hand and the bowl in the other. You are pressed against the wall, Miguel's muscular body against you. You could have stayed like that if you didn't notice the hand holding the bowl stretching towards the door.

"We are not leaving it at the door," you say, breaking away from his lips. "Now, why don't we find you a shirt and something spooky to watch."

Miguel sighs, a long suffering sigh, but follows you into the living room. You watch as he takes in the scene in the living room - three blankets over your couch: one with pumpkins, one with colorful ghosts, and one with some Halloween cats.

"I had to set the mood!"

"And set it you did," he says. Again, he is next to you, wrapping an arm around you. You kiss him softly and again, the doorbell rings. With a laugh you walk away from your growingly frustrated boyfriend and open the door to a few more trick or treaters.

"You missed three princesses," you say when you come back. Miguel has chosen a movie - one with a zombie bride in it - and you settle onto the couch next to him.

"Sorry I missed that," he says dryly. You come around the couch and rest in his arms.

"What's with you and Halloween?" you ask, looking up at him.

"I don't have a thing with Halloween," he says, "I just want to spend time with you."

"You are spending time with me."

"Not if you jump up every few seconds when the doorbell rings."

"You must have had a really shitty day," you observe. "I mean you can be negative, but I have not seen you this negative in a long time."

He kisses your forehead softly before taking a deep breath.

"Halloween . . . Halloween was Gabriella's favorite holiday. It was kind of our thing," he says. You sit up quickly and turn to face him.

"You should have told me that," you say, gently pushing his shoulder. "I wouldn't have--"

"You haven't done a single thing wrong. I should have told you. It's just . . . hard. It sucks."

"It does." You lean in to kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"Don't--"

"I am, and I love you."

"I love you."

You are not apart from him for long. His arm wraps around your waist and you're back in his arms, falling back on the couch. Sounds of the zombie bride fade into the background as your lips lock. His hands are rough as they graze your skin. You are just leaning into his body, breaking for air when the doorbell rings again.

"Son of a--"

You giggle as you get off the couch and bring candy to a cute little girl dressed as a cat. When you turn around, Miguel is there again. After sharing what he did, the weight on his shoulders seems to have lifted, but he seemed even more annoyed, this time around.

"We need to put the bowl outside?"

"We need to put it outside," he agrees.

You open the door and place it on the porch, and before you have even closed the door, Miguel is pulling you into his arms. You hear a splat and see a small web over your door handle.

"No more trick or treaters," he says, kissing you.

"No more," you say with a giggle as he wraps you into his arms and leads you back to the couch.

"Happy Halloween, my love," he says, hovering over you as he drops you onto the couch.

"Happy Halloween."

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thesimulacrasimp · 1 month

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Okay so im gonna just throw randomly my thoughts on sm6 while rewatching it cuz why not, I was doing the same thing for hazbin hotel so why not spooky month too?

So yeah, SPOOKY MONTH 6 SPOILERS WARNING‼️

Ok im just gonna say: that starting scene with thieves was kinda funny. Also rewatching it, im starting to suspect that this giant spider thing in Lilas attic have her husbands soul, IDK WHY, I JUST FEEL LIKE IT, it just looks so important, it even appeared twice in the ep: in the begining n in the end.

Also ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE HOW JAUNE CALLED LILA "HOT-STUFF"??? WHILE HAVING A HUSBAND?????? A HUSBAND THAT SITTING NEARBY HER WHEN SHE SAYING THAT???????? ARE THEY IN A POLY RELATIONSHIPS HOLY FUCKING SHIT????????????? IM EVEN MORE INTRIGED NOW

Okay so Skid does know and remember his dad, I just was thinking that his father left/died when Skid still wasnt born or when he was very little so Skid doesnt even know that he had a father, but no he does remember his dad, so that means he presented for quite long time in Skids life.

Also im really suprised how big Pumps house is, well i mean— he said that his parents work alot so ig i shouldnt be suprised-

Poor Ignacio just wants some peace– *watched the ep a lil longer* Oh hes kinda fucked up actually---

Also for some reason i find kinda interesting that Ross n Rob were kinda comforting Roy every time they were on the screen like "We're here for you, Roy" etc etc, so im thinking maybe something bad happened to Roy? I mean he looked kinda frustrated n angry, so maybe somethng between him n his parents?

Okay but can we talk about how Moloch look so much more scarier than before?

Okay so--- get ready for my rambleling bout my boy Dexter-- HE LIVED WITH HIS MOM N ALOT OF CATS😭😭😭 N HIS MOMS PURE GRIEF BOUT HER LOSS WAS GENIUNALY SO SAD TO WITNESS 😭😭😭😭

Okay so looking at Skids impression when Father Gregor asked him bout his father-- yeah i think his dad actually died---- but i can be wrong ofc

Okay- im sorry but-- why does Kevin n Radfords interactions make them look like a couple--- I AM SORRY BUT----

Also the way Father Gregor gave Kevin holy water was really funny to me, it was like: "You know these children?? Yeaahhhh i feel bad for u, kid. Here have some holy water, just in case...." ALSO the fact that ppl started coming in the store ONLY after Radford sprinkled holy water in it-- DOES THAT MEAN THAT THERE WERE DEMONS IN IT THAT WERE KEEPING PPL AWAY???

Dont mind me guys, im just a little crying :')

Okay but the way how Skid n Pump were SO exited to see Moloch again was really funny n cute at the same time

Okay... This is the part when i literally teared up. I know it was just Moloch trying to fool Father Gregor to give him kids but idk.... It still made me tear up for some reason, and i even know the reason: i just miss Dexter so much n i didnt expect him to appear so much times in this ep, I just think hes a precious boy who deserved better. I KNOW THAT HE WAS KILLING ANIMALS N I DONT APPROVE THAT AT ALL, but hes still a sweetie idfc.

Also why would Patty need a gun so immediatly?..

Also that part when Moloch were wandering around the town n Father n spooky bois were trying to catch him was so funny and entertaining

Poor Pelo got ooffed again. Press F.

AND OMG THIS PART WHEN MOLOCH POSSESED SKID N PUMPS BODIES AND THE FATHER EXORCISMS THEM WAS SOOOO COOL, I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY, I THINK I JUST HAVE A THING FOR DEMONS N EXORCISM.

And this is the part where i actually cried alot. Poor Skid doesnt know that its not his fault at all.. Also even if Father Gregors words were kinda mean, that Lila is irresponsible mother, I cant disagree with them. Yes, she is an alone mother, but it doesnt give her permission to just leave her child to himself n his friend n go drink n then spent time w her child drunk. Yeah i know, that she leaves him to mr Wonder n Susie, but lets be honest, were here even a single time when the kids didnt just leave the house n cause problem? No. So i think the Fathers words are make perfect sense, n Lila should think bout it. Also a lil thing i just thought bout, why would Lila throw away her husbands stuff? If he actually died why would she do this? Or hes not dead n he just left for some reason? Idk

Also OMFG THAT OOGA BOOGA JUMPSCARE GOT ME SO FUCKING GOOD, I WASNT READY FOR AT ALL

and so ummm i think thats it. It took me 1 hour to write this lol.

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eureka-its-zico · 7 months

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This is sooooo random (‘m sorraay 🤭🥲) BUT

Zoro x Vampire Reader AU??? Idk It. just. Makes. SENSE (in my head)

Her sassy little ass having all these supernatural powers BUT he‘s still stronger than her when it comes to physical strength

THE TENSIONNNN 😩

Her sitting on his big thighs, lips ghosting over his neck, gentle scrape of her teeth along the pronounced vein in his neck (i‘m a giggling mess rn)

I‘m going feral for this man 🧍🏽‍♀️

So. I did a thing for you. Idk if you’ll like it, but I felt like since it is spooky season why not 🤷🏽‍♀️ this isn’t edited so…sorry bout that.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Vampire!reader

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: PinV, strangulation, semi-rough smexy, mentions of gore

It was nights like tonight when you reveled in the hunt. The little game of cat and mouse that always left you wondering if you were indeed the predator or if Zoro allowed you to be.

If you worried more about your survival and not the next time you’d see him you might have been able to tear yourself away.

All rational thought seemed to go out the window, however, whenever your eyes caught sight of powerful arms leaning against the wood of the bar. Broad shoulders that housed scar after scar that your nails had left as they’d dug into his skin.

Even now you could hear the low grunt pressed against your neck. The way his body stuttered with a delicious severity as you marked him. Zoro had only allowed himself a moment to pause before he was back to spreading you open and bare underneath him.

As much as you enjoyed feeling him unravel beneath you, Zoro loved it even more when it was you who bleed for him.

You walked the shadows of the room with your borrowed blood pounding in your veins. The excitement of the hunt makes you light on your feet. You are almost to him your hands about to cover his eyes to make him guess who when he’s already speaking your name.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming.”

It is what you said. The last time you’d seen him playing back in your mind until you felt your blood boil. He’d called you weak. How could you be weak when you could levitate objects and strong enough to crack a man’s larynx with your pinky. You were born to prey on those the world deemed weak and strong and yet…

Zoro surpassed you in strength and speed without ever breaking a sweat. He was never scared of you killing him, because he knew you couldn’t. Not unless he allowed it.

“Change of plans.”

He wouldn’t look at you. Only his peripherals glided over you as you leaned against the bar facing him. He was lazily drinking the last few drops inside his mug. Your eyes hungrily watched as the pulse in his neck ticked in time with each swallow, and the hunger that dried the back of your throat began to grow.

You could feel the irritation rolling off him in waves. While Zoro wouldn’t look at you directly, he was taking you in. You knew it was a matter of time before he realized your parlor wasn’t alabaster, but pink and rosy.

You’ve had your fill of someone else that wasn’t him.

You could hear the metal of the mug creaking in protest. His hands collapsed the metal around his fingers until he suddenly released it. The same hand he’d used to crush an unsuspecting mug now lashed out to grab at your arm before you could pull away.

A part of you wanted to try and pull your arm free. You hated the way the men in this bar regarded you like another weak piece of flesh. If only they knew what you were - if they knew Zoro was the only one able to tame you.

He crashed into the bathroom and didn’t release his hold on you until he slingshot you inside. His foot slamming the door shut behind him just before he locked it.

“Who was it?”

A shiver caressed its way down your spine at the rage that darkened his voice. The way it clung to your skin and promised to hurt you if only you misbehaved.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-“

Zoro was just there. His body pressing yours against the wall and a strong hand wrapped precariously around your throat. He squeezed just enough to make you gasp, your canines extending out like a snake set to strike.

Most people would be afraid, but you could already feel him growing hard against your stomach.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Who did you feed on?”

The hand on your throat tightened a little more, just enough to force your legs to rub together for some friction.

“You want to know how I sucked him dry,” your words struggled to free themselves from your lips. His hand was tightening as you spoke. “The way he groped at my breasts just before I tore open his throat.”

As you talked, you could hear his free hand struggling to remove the sash at his waist. His swords fell with a clank to the floor as his foot kicked your legs wider apart. You’d purposely worn this dress just to provide him with easier access to your cunt. You knew once his hand slid between your thighs, he’d feel how wet you already were. The wet sound of two fingers pushing past your folds filled the room and you your knees buckled.

Zoro knew how to drive mewling sounds of pleasure from your lips just like this. His fingers working you open - stretching and curving - just right until his hand was soaked. Your strangled breathing became more labored as your hips struggled to meet each flick of his wrist.

“How did he taste?”

“He tasted like a pig,” you sputtered, your hands clawing at his hand as you felt your climax building.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Please, Zoro, I-“

He knew what you wanted. You wanted to fuck him. You wanted to feel his cock stretching your walls and hitting that sweet spot only he knew how to guide you too. You wanted to bury your teeth into the delicate part of his throat and feel his warmth fill you from mouth to cunt. But he wasn’t going to give it to you. Not until you answered him.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“No, fuck! It wasn’t you! I just want you!”

You knew he would’ve made you continue to beg him if he wasn’t just as desperate. The minute you felt his grip on your throat release just enough, you pounced. You moved him back to the sink. Your hands working his pants down just enough that his cock spring free.

You placed one foot on the edge of the sink and pushed up. Zoro’s hand instinctively grabbing at your ass to help hold you steady as you placed your other foot on the opposite side of him. He helped line himself up at your entrance before he pushed his cock inside giving you no time to adjust to his width.

It didn’t matter. You loved every inch as his hips pistoned up into you. His hands controlled the speed and depth as your perched feet stayed on the sink. The sound of your bodies meeting sent wet sounds of filth to fill the small space. You were so close - so close

Without warning, you reared your head back and struck down on his throat. The delicious copper taste of blood flooding over your tongue seconds later. For a brief moment, you felt Zoro’s body stutter at the shock of your teeth pressing down into his flesh, but he easily recovered.

Zoro held a map of every place your canines had been on his skin. You would continue to claim him and he would continue to let you. For he was the hunter and you his prey.

#anon #answered #I hope this is something you like nonnie or close to what you wanted #it is a Drabble so also sorry bout that lol #roronoa zoro #opla #opla zoro #one piece #one piece live action #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro smut #zoro smut

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