#I just miss having a soft look and it's damn near impossible to get with my current brush

[chimchiri]

I'm kinda missing my old brush and how everything looked. Getting a little tired of my new one. So I adjusted my old one to my current liking.

Obviously the Girls™ are my test subjects.

[m2ok]

Golden Salvation

pt.2

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader

A/N: HI GUYS!!! IM BACK!!! It’s been… a hot minute, and I apologize for my sudden disappearance (And all the unanswered asks which I will eventually get to don’t worry!) But here is a fic to make up for it! This is just part one, and while I have the rest planned out let me know if you guys even like this and want me to continue :)

             

   Batwing doors opened, a heavy squeak following their movement as the result of rusted hinges, Heavy footsteps hit against equally creaky wooden floors with slow and methodical steps. One Simon Riley came waltzing in… a smirk on his face and his hat tilted low over his eyes as the other people in the saloon looked away.

Everyone knew of him; it was damn near impossible not to with his reputation. He sat down on a worn stool, a gruff sigh leaving his lips as he took his hat off and rested it on the bar in front of him. His eyes, you would swear, glimmered when he looked up at you from his place on his seat, a rare moment when you were taller than him.

“Hi, pretty boy” he cooed “Miss me much?”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips, rolling your eyes as you set the glasses you had been polishing down. Without so much as a word yet you leaned over, plucking his hat from the wood it was settled on to place it on your head instead, a sort of teasing only you could hope to get away with.

“Hey there, Cowboy” you said, flicking the hat, his hat, up over your eyes so you could see properly. “’Course I missed ya… yer my favorite customer after all” Though you teased, you both knew he was much more than a regular customer.

Simons lips curled into an easy smirk as he gazed up at you, eyebrows quirking with intrigue.

“Well now, aint you looking pretty as a picture” he drawled, reaching up to trace his thumb along your jawline. A low chuckle rumbled deep from his chest- he always did love your teasing spirit.

“Favorite, huh? Reckon I’ll hold ya to that, darling” His eyes darkened just a touch as he leaned in, breath whispering against your skin. There was an unspoken question there, a hungry gleam that promised all sorts of trouble if you chose to indulge him.

For now, Simon simply toyed with the worn brim of his hat atop your head, satisfaction radiating off him in waves.

“Sure, do feel mighty fine seein’ my colors on ya. Been far too long” he’d comment.

You would hum as you leaned into his gentle touch, an almost laughable dichotomy when compared to the blood that had been spilled by them. You gazed up at him with adoring, devoted eyes.

“I could be in your colors every night if youd stay” you’d whisper, your words for him and only him to hear. It was almost impossible to get Simon to stay with you longer than a week anymore and he would get antsy to hit the wild again, his soul calling for him to wander from town to town.

Simon’s breath hitched at your words; eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the simple intimacy you graced him with. Things were never simple with him – his was a dangerous line of work that more often than not left him with a target on his back.

And yet…the way you looked at him, like he hung the very stars in the sky…it was downright bewitching. Made a man forget all his wrongs and want to be redeemed.

“Darlin’” he sighed, rough palms gently cupping your cheek. His expression was unusually soft and vulnerable, a rare peek behind a steely façade. “Aint nothin’ I want more than to stay wrapped up in you forever…but ya know I got debts to pay, and it aint safe…”

His voice trailed off, unspoken realities lingering heavily in the air between you two. Staying was a risk he wasn’t sure he had the right to take, no matter how much you stirred his soul.

You would nod, glancing away from his eyes as you slowly leaned back up from where you were resting on your elbows, allowing his hand to leave your cheek as you created a space of distance. Both physically and mentally.

All you wanted was to be his entirely, but it wasn’t in the cards for you. “I know…” you’d acknowledge, a sad sort of smile permeating your lips. Part of you believed he liked the outlaw life, and could you rightly blame him? Going from town to town with nothing tethering you down for too long. Being able to leave with the sunrise, the only person you were answering to being yourself.

But oh how you longed every night to be the thing he wanted to come home to, to be the reason he would stay.

You would carefully take the hat off your head, placing it back down on his own, your actions a silent understanding of his words.

Simon would frown as you withdrew, immediately missing the reassuring presence of you in his space. He knew this life caused you pain – knew he was the source of it, in a way. But old habits die hard, and walking the outlaw’s path was engrained deep in his blood.

Reaching up, his fingers curled carefully around your wrist before you could pull away fully. Not to stop you, merely to offer quiet solace in his touch.

“I ain’t never meant to string you along, darlin’” he said gruffly “Fact is… part of me does like ridin’ the wind. But another part…” His gazed flicked meaningfully to where his hand held you, imploring you to believe the sincerity in his eyes.

“Another part thinks it might be time to settle. Plant my feet somewhere they can’t be dug up so easy. And there ain’t no other plot of soil that calls to me like you do”

It was as close to a declaration as Simon had ever come. His walls were crumbling away piece by piece in your presence.

You would carefully pry his hand from his wrist, picking up your rag and a fresh glass to polish, avoiding his eyes as you worked. “I believe you Simon, really I do…But that’s only part of you” Youd say, stealing a glance over at him.

“I couldn’t ask you to ignore that other part, what kinda man would I be if I asked that of you?” you’d say.

Simons fingers flexed instinctively as your hand slipped free, the loss resonating deep in his core. He sighed, long and low, tipped hat casting shadows across his weathered features.

You spoke the brutal truth – he was far too wild a creature to ever truly be named. And you, with your heart of gold…you deserved someone whole, not half a man forever torn between two worlds.

“I reckon yer right, as usual” He said gruffly, rueful smile playing at his lips. And yet his eyes remained dark, conflicted, as if desperately seeking an alternative solution you both knew did not exist.

This was your tragedy, written in the stars from the beginning. Two souls who fit together perfectly, if only the fates had not made them for different paths.

Reaching out, Simon gave your hand a final gentle squeeze before releasing in once more. “Ya never stop amazin’ me darlin’. I sure as hell don’t deserve ya. But I aim to prove myself worthy, one of these days.”

His words trailed off into weighted silence. For now, this was goodbye. Somewhere deep in his soul Simon swore it wouldn’t be the last, couldn’t be.

Simon rose from the stool with a grunt, his hat settled over his brow as he gave the saloon one last lingering sweep. Memories of your sweetness lingered in every splintered beam, in every scratch in the wooden floor where his bootheels had worn down the polish of years past.

This place had become more home to him than any house of sticks or stones ever could, all because of you.

With a sigh, Simon pushed through those familiar batwing doors out into the dusty street. Sunset painted the sky a flaming orange, shadows stretched long across the dirt. Another night was falling…and he had a debt to collect before morning came.

But in his heart of hearts, he felt a seed had planted, a hope that one day he might return to stay. For good.

You would retreat to your little home for the night after closing the saloon, doing your best to put the conversation in a box in your mind as you slipped into bed for the night. Another evening with the other side cold as the steel Simon holstered. You could only bite back tears as you closed your eyes, desperate to find solace in sleep.

It wasn’t but three hours later, after you had long drifted off into the reprieve that was your dreamscape, that you were awoken to the sound of glass shattering. You would jolt up, heart nearly beating out of your chest as a figure stalked into the room, their movements slow and at ease before they stepped into the moonlight and their face came into view.

“well well well…” the man said, a dark glint in his eyes “If it aint Ghosts little plaything” The man grinned, hand on the hilt of his belt as he took out his gun, pointing it right at you.

[noyoyoy]

The Reunion

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Male sleepy reader

Maybe a series?? Not sure, let me know if you want me to continue this.

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Growing up with M/n, Simon knew how much it took to wake M/n up, it was damn near impossible. He slept all the time.

For the little while Simon went to school he met a wonderful boy with H/c hair and E/c eyes, droopy eyes that always looked tired, a slightly pouty frown when he rested his face. Simon didn’t understand why he was so tired all the time, but he did know that he would become the boys personal pillow. M/n slept. Constantly. To say he was always tired was an understatement.

He slept anytime and anywhere, falling asleep in the span of 5 seconds. In class, on the bleachers, a bench, a tree branch, on Simon, you name it, he slept there. They consisted of small naps, normally lasting the whole class hour until someone woke him and he had to go to his next class, that someone was always Simon. Simon and he grew very close, despite the sleepy boy rarely being awake, he trusted Simon, a lot.

When Simon stopped showing up to school, M/n noticed. He noticed more than anyone else (mainly because Sinon had no friends other than M/n.) M/n was worried. He didn’t exactly have a phone to text him with, and he doubted Simon had one either. He missed him. He slept more and more, sometimes skipping school just to sleep, hoping that when he woke up Simon would be back next to him, his head resting on his shoulder. But that never happened. He never saw Simon again.

That was until he joined the military. Shocking, I’m aware, the boy who slept in class and just barely passed school due to his friends, joining into the military.. yep. He heard Simon talking about it one time he wasn’t asleep, he guessed Simon thought he was. M/n was aware that Simon didn’t have a great home life, but when je heard his family had been slaughtered and he was missing, his mind went into overdrive. ‘What happened to him?’ ‘Is he okay’ ‘how did this happen’ he thought everything at once and he didn’t know how to get an answer.

He wasn’t in the 141, no. He wasn’t THAT good, he still slept a lot. His code name eventually becoming ‘Sleepy’ he met Simon again when the 141 requested he be sent over for a mission, he was the top ranking of his ‘class’ so it was only fitting that when they requested the strongest, sleepy was sent. They weren’t impressed when he showed up though, the uninterested pout he had at all times, his slight eye bags, well it wasn’t a surprise he was called sleepy. Ghost.. well Ghost caught his attention.

Those brown doe eyes, dark but also soft under that mask. He’d recognize those eyes anywhere. Wasn’t Simon dead? He lost hope after he heard the news, being killed after being kidnapped, but that didn’t exactly cause him to just up and leave the military. You work in years of 4 you can’t just up and leave anyway. Just because he slept didn’t mean that he wasn’t perceptive. He noticed everything, even the slight tense of Ghosts muscles when he introduced himself.

“I’m M/n L/n. Code name: Sleepy. Pleasure to be working with the best of the best.” He said, his tone was firm but also sluggish, it was clear that he didn’t want to be there. Ghost knew he’d much rather be sleeping.

After he was shown where he’d be staying, he walked up to Prices office again. Knocking on the door with a “Captain, it’s sleepy.” “Come in” price repeated to him voice muffled by the door between them. Opening the door he noticed Simon, ghost, standing to the side of him. “I hope I’m not interrupting?” M/n said with a small raise of his brow. “Of course not, would’ve let you in if you were.” Price said, glancing at the man in the Skull mask before looking back at the man. “You need anything?” “I did, however I’ll just come back at a later time when it’s just you in here.” M/n said and looked at Ghost. “I can step out.” Ghost said, standing up and walking past him. That voice.. the same just deeper, gruffer, he missed hearing it.

“Could’ve said goodbye Simon.” He let slip. Freezing when he realized he said it out loud. He felt the aura in the room change, the sound of his shoes coming to an abrupt stop. Prices voice hitching in his throat, thinking he let in a traitor no doubt.

“What did you just call me.”

[ethereal-maniac]

Eventually It Starts To Hurt

A/n: please let me know if i missed any triggers and this is my first fic so please be kind 💜

Ghouls X fem!reader, mainly Swiss X reader X Sodo

(can be seen as romantic or platonic)

Summary: you're having a particularly bad time when the ghouls go on tour, so they try their best to comfort you when they get back. (extremely fluffy).

❗️TW❗️: reader is quite depressed, the angst is brief but it’s there, crying, slight nausea, appetite loss, reader goes nonverbal for a bit, reader not being able to keep up with hygiene, it’s not really that intense, SOFT GHOULS.

You lie in bed under your many blankets, crying as you cling to a pillow for comfort.

Your heart had been practically vacant ever since the ghouls left to go on tour, a heaviness had consumed it that you were struggling to adjust to.

The amount of change made a pounding headache hit you like a freight train.

Thoughts now swirl around your head creating a mess of distraught panic and tears.

It showed just how much impact they had in your life and it scared you.

You wouldn't leave your room.

Everything was a mess.

The curtains stayed closed.

The lights stayed off.

You didn’t have an appetite.

You barely breathed a word to anyone.

It was all so eerily quiet.

The people (ghouls?) you cherished most, gone as soon as you lost sight of that damn tour bus.

It was all catching up to you in a most brutal manner.

You couldn't look at yourself in a mirror and face your haggard appearance. Your dark eye bags, your frame seeming to sag with fatigue, your constant despondent expression. You couldn't seem to get out bed and find the effort to shower or show any kind of self compassion.

It made you sick to your stomach.

You’re crying so hard you miss the click of your bedroom door opening, the sound of a lamp being turned on and the quiet footsteps making their way to stand by your bed.

You jump in surprise when some of your blankets get pulled back to reveal a blinding light and a concerned ghoul.

“Oh, honey…” the sound of Swiss’ empathetic voice and Sodo's worried trill calls you back just a little bit from the hideous places your mind had taken you.

You cry impossibly harder and turn your head away, trying to hide from their disappointment.

The lamp clicks off and you hear some more shuffling around and hushed voices before the weight of two bodies land on the bed near you.

Swiss crawls tentatively into your little cave to lie in front of you, eyeing you with apprehension.

"we're back now, it's okay" he murmurs.

“Can we touch you?” Sodo asks from behind you in the kindest tone you never anticipated, having also made his way into your cocoon.

You let out a hoarse "yes", your voice so soft Sodo and Swiss almost miss it. Almost.

Swiss gently removes the pillow from your firm hold and replaces it with himself, his arms wrap around you pulling you into his chest with utmost care like you were a priceless sculpture.

Sodo settles behind you in a spooning position, running a hand soothingly up and down your thigh in a non sexual manner.

“I'm so sorry. I know I’m selfish. I’m sorry, please..” your voice quavering as you curl in on yourself.

“Please don’t hate me” you sob, starting to visibly shake.

“Baby no… we don’t hate you. What could’ve made you think that? We all absolutely adore you. You’re irreplaceable y/n” Sodo comforts.

“Look at me” Swiss whispers after a minute or so, “please?”, You shake your head, trying to nuzzle further into his chest as a new rush of tears makes you go mute.

Hooking a finger under your chin Swiss slowly tilts your head so you have no choice but to meet his kind hearted gaze.

“We love you. We don’t hate you, neither of us are disappointed in you and you don’t have to be sorry. Nothing you could do could make any of the Ghouls feel anything but immense love for you. I just wish we could’ve been here and helped you before it got so bad. Promise you’ll tell one of the papas if if gets this bad again? They’ll be able to find a way to let us know somehow. It doesn't matter where we are, we'll come running back to you.” Sodo acknowledges Swiss' sweet words with little 'mhms' against your shoulder, making you want to melt.

You nod and let their combined scents fill your lungs, the scents you'd missed so much, having them whisk away all your distasteful thoughts.

“You’re so precious baby” Sodo elaborates, placing delicate kisses on your shoulder, Swiss rubs your side with his thumb in agreement. Their voices so sincerely honest it makes your bottom lip uncontrollably tremble.

Swiss moves his hand from your chin to wipe away the tears on your cheek and place a kiss on your forehead, his touch undeniably soothing.

"knock knock?" Rains soft voice sounds throughout the room, Sodo pokes his head out of the top of the covers and beckons him in.

"You okay to leave the cave? I asked Rain to get some things for you" Swiss whispers against your forehead, waiting for your go-ahead.

You tap his side twice with your finger in an indication it was okay.

Swiss slowly moves the blankets from the top half of your body and lets your eyes adjust to the bright light coming from the doorway which did your head no favours. He moves you so you're resting comfortably against his chest, knowing hearing/feeling someones heart beat and breathing helps soothe you.

You make out an outline of Rain who seems to be handing some items to Sodo before he moves to climb up the bed so he can reach you.

Rain cradles your face with his calloused hands, holding his wrists in your own hands, he places a kiss on your nose. "Just sing out if you need anything alright bubs?" He whispers, looking into your eyes for the confirmation he needed before leaving to help unpack everything from the bus.

You let Sodo then steal your attention.

"Have this", he offers you a big glass of water and some pain relief, you accept both and down the refreshing water quickly with the tablets.

"Their you go" Sodo encourages, taking the now empty glass from you.

"Doing so good honey" Swiss complements, nuzzling your neck.

You all sit in silence for a while until they're sure the tablets have kicked in, giving your hands/thighs/waist reassuring little squeezes.

"How about you go have a bath and I'll get you a really yummy snack?" Swiss asks, running a hand through your hair.

You nervously stare at your fidgeting hands, "don't worry baby, I can stay with you if you'd like" Sodo adds.

You let Sodo and Swiss guide you to stand before Swiss plants a kiss on your temple and leaves the room with a smile that puts your mind at ease.

Sodo scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, turning on the bath tap and placing you safely on the counter.

"You want a (your favourite scent) bath bomb pretty lady? Maybe some relaxation salts as well?" He inquires, rummaging through the cupboard.

You nod and gently start kicking your feet in happy anticipation.

Sodo grins at seeing your mood start to lift, he faces away from you and lets you undress as he puts your selected items into the bath water.

Turning away once again to let you get into the bath before facing you when he's sure you're comfortable and covered with bubbles.

"Warm enough?" He questions, your satisfied face saying everything he needs to know.

"I'm going to wash your hair now alright?" He asks, reaching for the shampoo and conditioner.

You lean happily into his touch when he massages your scalp with shampoo, using his claws and heating his hands up a little for your enjoyment.

You let out a long content sigh followed by a grateful hum.

"Their she is" Sodo grins again, making you open an eye and return the smile.

"Thank you so much" you babble, your voice sounding foreign and husky from not being used too much.

"My pleasure baby" Sodo praises, dipping your head halfway into the water to wash out the suds.

----- 30 minutes time skip -----

After Sodo finishes helping you wash yourself, do your skincare, dry your hair and chat about how well tour went for the band, you feel more like yourself than you have in months.

"Ready to go back to bed?" He asks, looking proud he was able to identify some skin care products and get rid of your headache.

"Yeah, I'm ready for sleep" you confess, letting Sodo lead you back to your room.

You gasp when you walk into your room to find everything clean, dirty laundry that was once strewn around the room removed, fresh sheets on the bed, food and water at the ready on your bedside table, curtains open to catch the last rays of the sun and most importantly, four lovely ghouls waiting for cuddles on said bed.

"Surprise!" Aether, Mountain, Rain and Swiss yell, beaming to see your face light up.

"This is gonna be the best cuddle pile yet" Mountain rejoices, pulling you onto him. "Give me my baby" Aether beams, placing sloppy kisses all over your face. "My turn now!" Rain complains, pulling you closer to him, "what about me?" Swiss whines, "you had her all afternoon! especially Sodo", "so what!?"

You laugh as you get smushed into the middle of them all, purrs kicking up around you as kisses are placed on any bare skin available.

They watch (your favourite movie) while you eat and start feeling sleepy, settling in for the night.

You end up falling asleep before anyone else, 'I love you's' chimed in around you. You vaguely remember Copia kissing your cheek and murmuring a sweet comment in Italian before patting your head.

Minutes after Copia leaves, the Ghoulettes arrive. They force their way through the boys to have direct contact with you, joining in with the symphony of content mewls, trills and purrs.

The end ~

I hope you enjoyed! 💜

Do not plagiarise or translate my work without permission.

[amhrosina]

Wherever You Go, I Go (Frank Castle x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST

A/N: Requested by a nonnie! I love writing readers that give Frank an attitude when he's being a dumbass, so here's that lol

Request: “wherever you go, i go” with frank pls🥺? maybe a hurt/comfort where he tries to push the reader away to protect them but they’re adamant about staying by his side? of course pls disregard this if it doesn’t inspire you <3 have the best day 🌷💝

Summary: Frank hasn't spoken to reader in two weeks and then shows up battered and bloody on their doorstep. Reader accidentally reveals their feelings in a fit of anger.

(Warnings: all the normal Frank things, so like blood, descriptions of stitches, wounds, etc. also, lots of cursing, soft!frank, idiotboy!frank, loml!frank)

Frank Castle was a mystery to most people, but you thought you’d cracked the code in understanding him; key word – thought. It had been two weeks since you’d seen him last, and the idea that Frank had lost interest or abandoned you gnawed at your stomach at all hours of the day. He wouldn’t just leave, would he? 

It wasn’t like you were officially together or anything, but after the months of long nights sewing up cuts and whispering secrets into each other’s skin inbetween teeth clashes and hair pulling, you couldn’t really call Frank just a friend of yours. He’d made that clear every time you were anywhere near him. The familiar weight of his hands on your waist, the way he knew exactly where to press his lips on your neck to make you moan, the soft kisses he’d press into your hair when he left way too early in the morning.  

You weren’t crazy for thinking he cared about you – you knew that – but his lack of contact for two entire weeks was a growing concern. Was he hurt? Dead? Did he meet someone new? More interesting? You were losing focus in your day-to-day tasks, and it was all his fault. Your boss had sent you home early and told you to get some sleep because it was clear that you needed it, but it was now past midnight, and you were beyond sleep at this point.  

A loud thump against your front door startled you out of your haze. You grabbed the pistol Frank had left for your protection and inched towards the door. Your apartment wasn’t in the safest part of the city, but you’d never had to use a gun on someone before. Frank’s words had been clear when he was teaching you how to shoot it: “Safety off, cock it, aim, and unload the entire clip in the bastard’s face.”  

You repeated his steps like a mantra as you peeked through the peep hole. You stared into your dim hallway, searching for the source of the noise, and found nothing. You grunted in annoyance. Dumb kids being dumb, you supposed. You went to move away from the door, already over the disturbance, when your eye caught a tiny bit of movement towards the bottom of the peep hole.  

It was a subtle movement, one you would’ve missed if you blinked, but it was there, and you recognized those god damned boots. You set the gun down, swiftly unlatching the deadbolt and swinging the door open. Frank laid in a crumpled heap at your feet, a low groan emitting from his throat. He’d been leaning against the door when you opened it, so he had landed flat on his back in your haste to open the door. 

A gasp caught in your throat when you finally took him in. Frank was covered in blood. You could just barely make out Frank’s dark eyes looking up at you. His nose was crooked and bleeding, definitely broken, and you could see a cut across his chest that was flowing more blood than you knew a human could have in their body. 

“Oh my god, Frank!” Your voice finally came back to you in a hushed whisper. 

You curled your arms under his shoulders, tugging him far enough into your apartment that you could shut the door. Frank was tall and muscular, so you knew he’d be heavy, but his dead weight was almost impossible for you to move. You ended up falling backwards, landing on your tailbone. Frank’s head rested in your lap; face pulled in a painful grimace.  

You cradled his head, tears welling up in your eyes.  

“Where have you been, you fucking asshole?”  

The way you were softly stroking his cheeks juxtaposed the anger laced in your words. Frank’s eyes were half lidded – he was barely conscious, but still breathing. You crawled out from under Frank’s weight and ran to the bathroom, grabbing at anything and everything that could help.  

Frank was struggling to move when you dropped down next to him, pushing him back towards the floor.  

“Stop, stop, stop. Don’t move.” You mumbled, tugging his jacket off. His shirt was being held together by a few strands of fabric across the collar, so tearing it off him wasn’t difficult. The hard part was having to peel the sections of fabric that were so coated in blood that they were stuck to the gaping wounds. Frank’s breathing stuttered as you started putting pressure on the wound across his chest.  

Blood was bubbling out of the cut, falling down his sides and onto your freshly mopped floor. Your Christmas pajamas were coated in red, but you weren’t worried about any of that. The more pressure you put on Frank’s chest, the more his eyes widened, and he needed to stay conscious.  

Once the bleeding slowed, you began to sew stitches into the gash. Frank’s eyes followed your movements. It was a slow and painful process, but it gave you enough time to figure out what you wanted to say to him. 

“You’ve been gone.” You mutter, pushing the needle through his skin. “You’ve been gone, for weeks, and then you show up half dead and bleeding all over my floor. Where were you?” 

“’m sorry, baby.” Frank’s rough voice had a direct line to your heart, which ached in response to the two weeks of radio silence.  

“I thought-” He gritted his teeth as you pushed the needled through his skin again, “I thought you’d be safe if I wasn’t around. I thought you’d be happier.” 

You rolled your eyes, glancing over at him and then back down at the stitch you were working on. “If you really thought that, then you’re an idiot.”  

“I never said I was smart.” The smirk on his lips reminded you of the rage you had swallowed down earlier.  

“You. Left. Me.” You spit. “You couldn’t even say goodbye? You just fucking left me and thought I’d be happier? Fuck you, Frank. You should know by now that wherever you go, I go. If you really thought that leaving was a good idea, then you’re either blind or I’m a fucking idiot for falling in love with you.”  

You freeze, squeezing your eyes closed. Your planned speech had been thrown out the window the minute you’d let yourself feel just how angry you were at him for abandoning you, and you’d just accidentally said the L-word to Frank fucking Castle. 

Frank’s hands hover over yours, still mid stitch. You didn’t want to open your eyes and see the rejection written on Frank’s stupid face.  

“No. No. I didn’t mean to say that. Forget it.” You shook your head and focused your gaze on the chest wound that was almost completely stitched up.  

Frank’s hands wrap around yours, halting any more movement from you. You didn’t want to look, refused to, even. Frank mumbles your name, slightly squeezing your hands. 

You finally look up, meeting his gaze. His expression was mostly neutral, but his lips rested in a small smile.  

“You love me?” he asks, nonchalantly running his thumbs over your hands. 

You let your head bob in a single nod. 

“I lo-” You cut him off. 

“Don’t say it unless you mean it. And don’t say it if you’re going to leave again.” You plead with him. He lifts one bloody hand to cup your cheek and shakes his head. 

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, sweetheart. I love you. And I left because that scared me. Everyone I’ve ever loved has been taken from me. I know it was stupid to leave, and I’m sorry.”  

His words weakened the fire in your blood. Your eyes softened and you leaned into his hand, still cupping your cheek.  

“I thought you were dead.” You whisper into his palm, pressing a soft kiss into his skin. 

“’m sorry. I’ll never leave you again.”  

The weight of his promise sits on your chest for a moment.  

“Okay.” You respond, nodding your head. Your attention returns to his chest, a comforting silence overtaking the apartment as you finish stitching up the cut. You slowly make your way down Frank’s body, searching for and patching up any injuries you come across.  

You help pull Frank to his feet. You’re both thoroughly covered in his blood, and you’re almost positive you won’t be getting your security deposit back on account of the giant puddle of it on your floor. 

“Are you staying?” You ask, warily glancing between him and the door.  

Frank cups your jaw and pulls you into a searing kiss. You stumble into his hold as he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. 

“I’ll stay forever if that’s what you want.” He mumbles against your lips. 

“That’s what I want.” Your voice is breathy, seductive, even. 

“Okay.” His tone is final as he nods and kisses you again.  

“Okay.” You respond, smiling into the kiss. He pushes you backwards towards your bedroom, but you stop him. “We both reek. Shower, then fun, okay? And only if your cut doesn’t hurt too bad.” 

“Got it, boss.” He chuckles, pulling you toward the bathroom.  

After your shower, you walk into the bedroom, fully intent on ravishing Frank whole when you notice his sleeping form. He’s already in a deep sleep, arms resting behind his head on the pillow. You knew the adrenaline from the night would eventually catch up to him. You crawl into bed next to him and rest your head on his chest, carefully avoiding the cut you’d covered in gauze after your shared shower.  

Frank turns, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

“Mmmm, love you.” He mumbles, still mostly asleep. 

“I love you, Frankie.” You whisper, content to spend the rest of your life wrapped in his arms. Frank Castle is a mystery to most people, but not to you, you decide as you drift off to sleep, not to you.  

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Um...what about divorce! andy barber x his new fiance going to beach with hardcore smut! =^-^=

Beach Day

"Fuuuck, I needed this, y/n, you were right! The weather's perfect today and the water feels so damn good. I can't believe we're the only ones here!" I tell her loudly as I take off my neon green goggles, exit the water, and head to our shared spot in the sand.

I run a hand threw my drenched brunnette tips, gazing at your curvy figure becoming more distinct as I get closer to her. The light breeze wraps around me, making me shiver as water drips off my body in heavy rivulets. Turning to the spectacularly clear ocean water, its impossible not to admire the crashing waves. Sand grains clump between my toes as I walk backwards towards the love of my life, stopping a foot in front of the extra XL towel with her and all of our belongings on it.

"You gotta come out into the water with me, babygirl. I know for a fact you'd enjoy it. Feels so good and the views amazing. There's all kinds of sea life in there to see, honey. Blew my mind!" I say, turning to get a view of my gorgeous girl laid out on her striped beach chair.

She looks up at me from her book through her Chanel sunglasses as I study how fuckin pretty y/n is, even with her cute little round nose scrunched up in distaste. Gripping her sunset colored towel in the front to keep it shut tight, she leans over to set her book down and pick up a water bottle.

"I don't think so, Andy. This how I enjoy the beach. Especially right after a hair appointment. Do your thang tho." She tells me while flickin her long y/h/c hair off her shoulders, voice full of attitude.

"Oh is that how it is?" I ask her feisty ass with a raised brow.

"Yeah, damn right that's how it is. Think cause ya ass fine you gone get me to do any and everything." She grumbles at me, taking a swig of water.

Walking up to her, I gently grab the water from her slender fingers and take a quick drink before setting it down next to the chair. I lean down over her to speak near her ear.

"It's not really that hard to get you to do what I want, is it pretty girl?" I ask her softly, skimming my nose down her neck.

She smells so fuckin good, just like the gardenia perfume I told her was my favorite on her. That, mixed with her shea butter lotion, got me damn near drooling so I take a stronger whiff into her smooth chocolate skin.

"You callin me easy, boy?" Her tone missing all the bite it just held.

Her question makes me chuckle but I don't answer with words. Choosing instead to respond by kissing her neck softly, groaning at the way her body immediately responds to me.

Y/n becomes pliant, her head tilting to offer me space to do more. Her small, quiet gasps let me know all that earlier attitude is for show; I know I have my future little wife wrapped around my finger. Thoughts of my submissive woman have me grippin the arms of her chair tight and my dick chubbin up in the bright yellow swim trunks she picked out for me. Fuck, it never takes much for this woman to make me hard as a rock.

She doesn't notice though, her head back and eyes shut tight. Her perfect white teeth start to lightly gnaw on her plump bottom lip as I graduate to adding soft licks in-between my kisses to her delicate skin. That seems to register though, and her hushed noises switch to lusty whimpers and pants.

Those sounds are always music to my ears; love hearing and watching her bask in the way my touch makes her feel. She's so damn vocal, so sensitive to my ministrations.

I pull away reluctantly, standing to my full height to observe my woman. I'm delighted to see my girl staring back up at me with a heaving chest, open mouth and clenching thighs. I pull her sunglasses off and set them by our water bottle.

"Stand up. Towel off." I order abruptly, holding my hand out to her.

"But.. But Andy, I-"

I don't give her a chance to finish as I quickly reach for the hair at her nape with damp fingers and snatching her head back firmly. The silence that follows y/n's surprised gasp satisfies me as I repeat my words and wait for her response. Her quick nodd prompts me to release her and step back, raising my hand again.

She stands at a snail pace, but her cute skittle manicured hands are already untucking the towel and dropping it into my palm. Anxious y/e/c eyes stare at the sand as I asses her fit. The bathing suit wrappin around those luscious curves, MY curves, seductively is NOT the same one momma had laid out on the bed this morning. The sight of my masterpiece in this scrap of cloth has me forgettin where the fuck we are as I grab my cock through my shorts and squeeze.

"You changed your mind.." Is all I can say while leering at every inch of her.

"I ordered it a few years ago, but I could never find the courage to wear it." Y/n confesses, her eyes stuck on her toes digging into the sand.

"What changed?" I ask her curiously, lifting her chin with my index finger.

"You." She answers simply, beautiful eyes finally meeting mine.

Without thinking I press a passionate kiss to my women's deep red painted lips. She moans against my mouth when I hump our hips together repeatedly, pokin the tip of my hard dick against her clit as wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close.

"Your so fuckin amazing in every way, I'm gonna give you my all for the rest of our lives. I love you y/n." I vow when I break the kiss.

I peck her lips once more before spinnin her in a half circle, y/n now standing where I was and me in her place. I turn her to face the water then sit, bringing her to plop in my lap.

Fuck, those fat ass pussy lips feel like heaven against my dick, even through the material. I groan at the sensation of her surroundin me, taking her towel and spread it over us to hide our lower halves. She's havin none of that though, already so fuckin wet that I can feel her soakin through my damp shorts as she leans forward and pops her ass up and down on my clothed cock. The towel drops to the sand as I grip at her waist to steady myself.

"So you really like my bathing suit, Daddy?"

Her alluring tone has me groanin again out loud as I watch her body twist sensually with her head held back. The arch in y/n's spine and the wind blowing layers of her silky hair down her back is nothing short of an epic vision of flawlessness.

"So fuckin much honey. Hands down one of my favorites."

I watch as she reaches for the cloth hiding my prize between her perfect brown thighs and move it to the side. I move at the speed of light to unsheathe my thick dick and offer it to her. Her enticing high pitched moans boom around us as I lewdly stare at the sticky wetness of her pussy glistening in the sun. Cant help but to squeeze at her waist a bit more as my vixen teasingly sliding her pussy up and down my shaft in quick strides.

"Ohhh sh-shit honey, wait-"

But then I'm moaning loud at how my girls swiveling her hips in perfect circles over me, saturating my throbbing dick and balls in her juices. The feeling boiling in my ball sack got me wantin to tell momma to slow down but I wouldn't dream of stoppin this sexy women grindin all over my cock. Her pleading whines for me to fuck her rise in volume still and I gotta tense, abs rippling as I put in real fuckin effort not to bust my nut.

"Daddy put it in! Why won't you fuck meeee?"

Y/n's sobs alone are enough to make me wanna nut on the spot and I'm thinkin I might need to take a page outta babygirls page, beg her to give me a moment of reprieve.

"OK, j-just gimme a sec. Stop movin, momma. Don't wanna cum."

I try to warn her but she's so fuckin desperate for me and I understand why as I notice her rubbing frantic circles on her messy little button. Its unfortunate for me when one of her outta sync thrusts has my tip catchin at her pussy lips and I know I'm screwed. Baby girl's loud ass gasp is way too fuckin gleeful as she forcefully sits on my dick.

"Yeeeees! Gimme my dick, Daddy- lemme have it, pleeeease! Haaaaah fuck! Yesyesyesyes!"

There's not a single thing I can do as my eyes roll back and I immediately start to spurt cum into my future wife. I can't even muster any energy to feel pathetic as I nut gush after gush into her heavenly cavern. It's exhilarating, steals the breath from lungs as my dick pulsates from how her perfect little pussy strangles it.

Serving my woman jerky stabs, I aid her in bouncin ontop of me while she sobs my name. My balls smack against her wetly as she leans back against me, arm reaching out to hold the back of my neck. I abandon my hold at y/n's waist to wrap both arms around her tummy, my right moving farther down to join hers to rub her clit.

The feeling of her seizuring in my lap while squirting against my twitchin cock forces me to spray a couple more jets of cum into that tight little puss. I refuse to stop rubbing between her legs, making my poor girl come hard as fuck with jubilant shouts of my name. Reveling at the clutch on my dick, I praise y/n for being such a good girl.

"That's it honey, I want it all. My special girl deserves this and more. And I'm gonna get it for her. But you gotta come for Daddy first, sweetheart. Cum all over me, y/n. Good girl, such a good fuckin girl."

Shes thanking me enthusiastically, profusely. I can finally cease when the last dose of her love gushes out. A mixture of our cum oozes out around my cock, the breezing cooling the sticky liquid plastering my thighs and balls. I slide a finger throught the mess, writing my initials with the sticky wetness on her trembling thigh. It takes me a second to speak through my heaving breaths to the limp woman laying on my chest.

"Well, I know you only got your hair done yesterday but.. You sure you don't wanna get in the water, sweeetheart?"

My girl can't help but to laugh out loud at my one track mind, jabbing me in the side with a tired elbow.

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thirty seconds

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Summary: To celebrate a mission gone right, Loki invites you to his hotel room to have a drink with him, and he proposes you two play a little game beforehand.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even. i am not the one); oral (f receiving); exhibitionism [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers/mission partners to lovers; translations in the author's notes

There was something off with the air around you and Loki tonight. Sure, he'd always been a touch flirty with you and just about everyone with legs, so you never thought anything of it when he peppered you with compliments throughout the party that you'd attended together, especially considering that you were undercover as a newly minted couple. So the lingering touches and the almost tender kisses that he pressed to your hand, your cheek, and on a few occasions even your neck, were to be expected.

Sure, every time you felt his lips on your skin, another rush of wetness pooled between your legs, but that was…also expected.

What you hadn't expected was for him to invite you over to his hotel room for drinks. "To celebrate a mission gone right," he said as he threaded his fingers through yours, bringing your hand up to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.

It didn't make sense for him to maintain the 'doting boyfriend' behavior; there was no one else in the car with you. He had no reason to display that type of affection, to hold your hand, let alone kiss it, as he drove the car back to the hotel.

You struggled to keep your composure as he did so, his eyes darting glances at you with every touch of his lips to your skin. "We can postpone our mission reports for tomorrow. Or even when we return to the Tower. Tonight I was hoping to enjoy the view from my suite alongside a beautiful woman." He gave the back of your hand an open-mouthed kiss, his lips tantalizingly gliding against your skin, and you were unable to hold back the little hitch in your breathing as you felt his tongue flick against it. "Think about it, Y/N. Would it not be better to spend tonight celebrating together than letting the time pass us by in our lonesome?"

Damn it all to Hell, when he put it that way, it almost seemed stupid to refuse. "Fine," you breathed out, finding it near impossible to even think as he led you through the lobby of the hotel you two were staying at, not once releasing his hold on you.

It was only when you were in the elevator that you'd found your ability to talk again. "I don't get it, Loki."

"Get what, darling?"

"I mean…if you wanted to spend the night with a beautiful woman there were hordes of them at the party, and I can guarantee you they'd have been better to look at than--"

Your words were silenced in a squeak that died in the back of your throat as the god pulled you towards him, capturing your lips in a rough kiss, stealing your breath away. "Don't you dare finish that thought. None of them compared to you. Not a single one." You felt your feet leave the ground as he walked you toward the back of the elevator, your body making contact with the cold marble wall. "Believe me when I say this. I would rather have spent tonight alone than with a woman that wasn't you."

He brought his lips to yours again, placing his thumb on your chin to coax you to part your lips and slip his tongue between them and glide against your own. Your grip on him tightened, the fabric of his suit jacket bunching in your hand as you both moaned into each other's mouths, his hand hooking your leg around his waist, thumb gently stroking against the skin exposed by the high slit of your dress.

"I'm more than willing to help you dispel these horrendous beliefs plaguing your mind, darling," he murmured as he pressed kiss after kiss down your neck and to your chest, his lips coming dangerously close to the top of your breast. "Perhaps, if you would be open to it, we could partake in a little game--"

"I should've known this was just gonna be another one of your games, Laufeyson, goddammit--"

"Let me finish, my beautiful little spitfire," he cut you off, pinning you to the wall and starting to grind his hips into yours. "I can promise you this will be the kind of game where neither of us have a chance of losing. The only purpose of this, I assure you, is for you to see the extent of my desire." He pressed a soft kiss between your neck and shoulder repeatedly until you tilted your head to expose more of your neck to him. "For you. Only you."

You wanted more than anything to agree to this, to know what he meant about 'the extent of his desire', but that last bit had you hesitating. It had you in a state of disbelief that you couldn't break away from. Only you. It sounded so good that it had to be a line; perhaps the very line he'd used to seduce hundreds, maybe even thousands, before you. Before you even met.

"I can sense the disquiet in you, darling. You do not trust--?"

"I do trust you," you insisted. "But trusting you on a mission and trusting you with…this? With whatever it is you have planned if I say yes to you? That's an entirely different thing, Loki." You felt your stomach spasming as an almost tenderness entered his eyes as his fingertips touched your cheek, tracing your cheekbone. "I don't know how it works in Asgard, but here? There are people who can't be…physical…with other people without getting their emotions involved. And I'm that type of person and I know that you're the other type, which is just a long and winded way for me to tell you this is a bad ide--"

He silenced you with a soft kiss to your lips, his tenderness catching you off guard as he coupled it with framing your face with his hands, his thumbs stroking across your cheeks while he looked at you as if you were something so delicate and precious.

"Precious girl," he cooed, a smile briefly pulling at the corners of his mouth before he leaned in to kiss you again. "The desire I hold for you is not simply carnal. In truth your worries about emotions being involved? They are already my reality." He pressed his lips to your cheek repeatedly, alternating between whispering your name and soft pleas between each kiss. "Allow me to prove it to you, darling. I only ask for one night."

"You said this was a game," you weakly protested, the sound of the elevator bell taking you out of the moment. You made a motion to move away from him and step out into the hallway, hoping to catch your breath, but he instead wrapped an arm around you, your feet once again leaving the ground, setting you down on a chair in the waiting area.

"No. Not in the traditional sense, wherein one of us must lose in order to end it. This…would simply be a bit of fun. For both of us." Your eyes widened in disbelief as the god began to sink to his knees before you, lifting your leg to rest your ankle on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to the back of your knee. "It will only be but a part of tonight, if you would let me have you." He pressed another kiss a little higher up, by your inner thigh, his lips skimming the fabric of your dress.

"Loki…" you breathed, the air around you thinning as he pressed his lips to the same spot over and over again, refusing to inch higher to where you began to ache for him. Actually, that was a flat out lie. You were aching for him since he was putting on that boyfriend act at the party.

"Please, Y/N, I've craved you for so long I am no longer above begging for you to at least consider this." Your breathing became more labored as you felt his other hand stroking your other leg but not hiking up the fabric. "Consider us."

"Craved?" you gasped out at the feel of him lightly nipping at your skin.

"Ached." He placed another kiss onto your calf. "Vær så snill, min dyrebare dødelige." You whimpered at the sound of him speaking in Norse. "Please."

Something about him pleading coupled with the sight of the god on his knees finally got you to cave. "What's the game, Mischief?" He gave you a brilliant smile, reaching into his pocket and placing the key card to his room in your hand, placing kisses higher up your inner thigh, your breath hitching as he kept his gaze locked on to yours.

"Firstly," he murmured as he moved the fabric of your panties to the side, a whimper escaping your lips as his gaze flickered between your face and your sex, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your folds. "You're going to come on my tongue until your legs shake." A sharp moan echoed across the hall as his lips closed over your clit in a languid motion before he continued. "Then you've thirty seconds to make your way to my suite and open the door with the key card I gave you."

Your breathing got thready as he kissed the bundle of nerves again, barely able to voice your question. "What happens after thirty seconds?"

"I start chasing you."

Fuck. "And what happens if you catch me?"

"Simple, darling." He smirked as you shrieked his name when his tongue traced a slow, measured circle around your clit. "I fuck you where you stand."

He shifted his hold on you, lifting your other leg up, so that the backs of your thighs were resting on his shoulders. "Wait," you managed to choke out before he was about to use his mouth on you again. "Which one's your room? I don't know—"

"You will have to find that out for yourself, my darling mortal."

"Fuuuuuuck," you whined out. "Loki that's not fair."

"Kjærlighet er ikke rettferdig." Your hips began to rock against his mouth as laved at you with a flat tongue before closing his lips around the nub above your entrance. "Da alt startet hadde jeg bare tenkt å gi deg kroppen min for en natt. Og nå er jeg her, villig til å gi deg mitt hjerte."

"What--?"

"I merely said that the game starts now, darling," he all but growled against you before putting his mouth over your clit, simultaneously sucking and flicking at the nub with his tongue at a torturous pace.

The worry that anyone could walk in and see the display of outrageous indecency of the god on his knees, his head between your legs and turning you into a quaking, wanton mess, became faint blip on your radar. All you could focus on was the blissful torture that he was subjecting you to, the next few minutes consisting of him alternating between kissing and licking at your clit, and darting his tongue into your entrance, moving in figure -eights and lapping at your arousal while the tip of his nose nudged at the aching bud at the top of your sex.

When your legs began to close of their own accord, your climax fast approaching, you let out a shaky whimper of his name as he placed his hands under your knees and held you open and at his mercy. It was when his gaze flickered to your face and he gave you a wink as you felt him smirking against your folds, closing his lips around your oversensitized nub and flicking his tongue against it at a merciless pace, eyes closing shut and moaning against you that had you screaming his name for the entire floor to hear, every part of you shuddering as the Asgardian seemed all too pleased to lap his tongue at your entrance as you came down from your high.

As your breathing evened out, Loki placed your feet back on the ground, holding your hands as he helped you to stand, a lascivious grin stretching across his face as he saw that you could barely stand as you stumbled and shook on your feet. You had no hope of even taking a few steps into the hall before you would need to rest against the wall to steady yourself.

"Thirty seconds--"

"You might as well just take me right now, Mischief because there's no way I'm even making it three steps."

Your breath caught in your throat in a faint squeak as he lifted you off the ground again, your back making contact with the wall, making quick work to wrap your legs around his waist. You could barely register the sound of a zipper over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, the gleam in his eyes paired with how his lips glistened with the evidence of your release holding you in some form of a trance that was only broken by the sound of your staggered moan of his name when his hand reached between you two to line himself up at your entrance.

"You need only ask, mitt dyrebare hjerte."

A/N: Welcome to the first Loki story of the collection! Fun fact: This was actually a dream of mine that I had years ago but my brain chose violence and woke me up before we could get to the spiciest parts 🥲🫡

Translations: -> Vær så snill, min dyrebare dødelige – Please, my precious mortal -> Kjærlighet er ikke rettferdig – Love isn't fair -> Da alt startet hadde jeg bare tenkt å gi deg kroppen min for en natt. Og nå er jeg her, villig til å gi deg mitt hjerte. – When it all started I was just going to give you my body for one night. And now I'm here, willing to give you my heart. -> mitt dyrebare hjerte – my darling heart

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[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 22nd:  First concert | Triumph of King Freak - Rob Zombie | Eager a/n: a missing scene from an older fic, counting stars (when I look in your eyes)! post-canon fix, eddie pov, established steddie, fluff with a dash of angst, mention of eddie's late mother read on ao3 + ao3 masterpost | tumblr masterlist

December, 1988

“Why does your acoustic have that written on it? ‘This Machine Slays Dragons’?” Steve asks as he watches Eddie strum without looking at his hands. It’s a bit mesmerizing, the way his fingers glide along the strings of their own accord. 

The song stops and Eddie slaps the body of the guitar in his lap. 

“This old girl is an homage to one Woody ‘This Machine Kills Fascists’ Guthrie. Ever heard of him?” 

“He did ‘This Land Is Your Land,’ right?”

Eddie claps his hands together and points two finger guns his way. “Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Yeah, he wrote that and a shit ton of other political critique folk music.” 

“I didn’t know you liked that sort of thing. Sounds pretty far removed from Metallica, y’know?”

“Only in delivery. You’d be surprised how much overlap there is in meaning. But yeah, my uh—” Eddie stops and pulls the guitar closer to his torso and swallows the dust in his mouth that’s gathered from years of not talking about his mother. “My mom was a big fan of it. She loved Guthrie, Baez, Dylan, Grateful Dead, Cohen. You name it, she loved it.” 

Steve’s heart tries to claw its way out of his body to run towards Eddie sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, timid smile, and fidgeting hands. 

“That’s really cool, man. She sounds awesome. How come you don’t talk about her more?” 

“It just—I don’t know. It still hurts, I guess. Which is stupid, I was eight when she died so it should get easier, right?” Eddie laughs humorlessly and stares at his strings like they hold answers to questions he didn’t know he had. He wants to crawl on top of Steve, desperate for warmth and comfort now, and looking at him makes the urge damn near impossible to beat back. So he doesn’t look up. 

Steve adjusts his position on the bed, subconsciously making room. “Hell no, that’s not how grief works, Ed. Wish it was that easy but I’ve seen a lot of death personally and with work, and it changes people. You can tell me to fuck off if I’m like, overstepping here but you were a kid. You’re allowed to be sad about her death, and you’re allowed to talk about it.” 

Eddie pauses for a long moment, considering the validation and how much he trusts Steve. He trusts him with his life, his soul, his heart, his  everything. Maybe everything could include his past, too. His voice is wistful when he starts.

“She used to sing Dylan’s ‘Forever Young’ around the house.”

December, 1974

Eddie sits cross-legged on the floor, threadbare couch behind him as he flips through a comic book gifted to him by his Uncle Wayne. The page crinkle with each turn and he traces the illustrations of each villain and superhero, the words a bit lost on him but the pictures jumping off of the page. Varying shades of saturated reds and blues disappear and reappear beneath his pointer finger and grins. He hasn’t read the story yet– he prefers to make up his own first– but he can see that the good guy is about to win. 

Happy endings are just so rare in real life. 

His mom is in the kitchen, singing softly and stirring something on the stove in a corroded aluminum pot. Eddie picks up the delicate scents of tomatoes and peppers, maybe some kind of meat. She’s been in a bright mood today, singing as she cooks, singing as she did her best to clean up the beer cans and bottles that litter the living room. Eddie even heard her singing in the shower that morning.

It’s not lost on him that his dad’s been gone for a few days. Hell, that’s the only reason he’s able to sit in the living room: there’s room for him. 

His dad is always too loud, drowning out the soft soprano of his mother’s voice. Everything she sings sounds like a lullaby, so it’s fitting that Eddie closes his eyes to listen. 

Eddie loves when his mom sings, especially the song she’s singing now. 

May you always be courageous

Stand upright and be strong

May you stay forever young

May you stay forever young

She never tells him, but he feels like she sings it just for him. 

November 1990

Steve hasn’t been this nervous to give Eddie a Christmas gift since that first Christmas of theirs two years ago. Funny enough, the gift then had been related to his late mother, too. Maybe he has a pattern. The envelope shakes in his hands as he sits next to Eddie on the couch– their couch, actually. At least as of a few months ago when they’d put down their down payment on the small, one-bedroom apartment in the heart of Indianapolis. 

Eddie glances over and sees Steve’s right hand nearly crumpling whatever his gift is, his fingertips white and his smile tight. Whatever it is must be time sensitive, since he’s insisted on giving it to Eddie so early. 

“What is it, Steve? You look like you’re gonna shit yourself.”

Steve laughs, nervous and breathy. “I actually might, and we just bought this couch, so. Just– here. Open it.”

He pries the envelope from Steve’s hand and tears it open, Steve having to caution him against ripping it in half and voiding the fucking the gift. Three rectangles fall out onto his lap, full of typewriter style font. 

“Oh shit, concert tickets!” Eddie smiles and knocks his knee against Steve’s. “Why were you so nervous? This is awesome!” 

Steve nods at the tickets. “Did you see who it is?”

Eddie’d been too excited about finally getting to a proper concert, one that he doesn’t have to set up and break down with Gareth, Jeff, and Frank. When he looks down and actually reads the headliner, his heart stops. 

University of Dayton Arena Presents: BOB DYLAN TUESDAY, NOV 13 1990 7:30 PM

“Steve… is this…?” He can’t find the words, buried and lodged behind the lump forming in his throat. 

Steve watches him carefully as he traces the letters with one finger, a habit he’s picked up on over the years, and gently rests a hand on his thigh and gives it a squeeze. “You okay?” 

Eddie nods. “Yeah, yeah, I’m definitely okay.” 

Okay is an understatement. He’s bewildered, he’s humbled, he’s ecstatic. When Eddie tears himself away from the small rectangles that sit on his lap like the gold bars they are, he looks at Steve with wonderment. First, the music box. Now, this. How is he ever going to keep up? 

“I know it’s your first concert but I saw that he was coming around and I just figured it’d be cool, y’know? I don’t know who he’s touring with or anything–” 

He does this, Steve knows. He knows that he rambles when he’s nervous or when he’s put himself out there and for some reason, giving Eddie these tickets feels incredibly vulnerable. Even years later, even after Eddie’s constant reassurance that he could never, Steve would hate for Eddie to think that he’s encroaching on special memories. 

Before he can finish his stream of thought, Eddie kisses him. Just leans over, tickets still in his lap, and claps both hands on either side of his cheeks as Eddie plants one on him. Then again. And again. And again. 

Eddie peppers every inch of Steve’s face with kisses, interjecting in between each one. 

“You’re–” Kiss to the nose. 

“So fucking–” Kiss to the cheek. 

“Perfect–” Kiss to the forehead. 

When he finishes, Eddie rests his forehead against Steve’s and wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, feeling them shake beneath him as Steve laughs. “Always so dramatic.” 

“And you love it. But, wait,” Eddie pulls back and picks the tickets back up. “Why are there three?” 

“Do you honestly think Wayne would ever speak to me again if I got tickets for Bob Dylan and didn’t include him? C’mon, man. Christmas would be so fucking awkward.”

[primojade]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐓. ( fortune favours the bold )

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈.𝐈𝐈 : 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐈

" fear not death for the hour of your doom is set and none may escape it. " - volunga saga, c.5

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | As a veteran AR60 player of Genshin Impact, you pride yourself as someone who knows the ins and outs of Teyvat, even studiously completing Spiral Abyss every reset, and having 100% exploration to some, if not all, of the released regions so far. Everything is fun and enjoyable, especially since Sumeru just recently debuted so you still have a lot to do!

All that ends though, when a mysterious passerby pushes you off the building of your university while playing Genshin. But instead of meeting your inevitable end, you find yourself waking up in the very world you were addicted to! 

It's supposed to be a fun dream, right? Something you could laugh at when you wake up? Right?! So, why is that you were back in AR1 with nothing but a dull blade in your inventory?!

…well, at least you still have those 700+ sunsettias and mints, Timmie's fowls…and surprisingly similar game mechanics you used to merely see on the screen before. But what should you do now? Flirt with the Genshin men??? Good lords...

"Welcome to Genshin Impact, Dreamer. Here, we can show you a happier ever after you've never had before…so, ready?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | In which you somehow find yourself tangled in the start of a web of conspiracies and confusion as the threat of the crumple paper of fate led you to a strange path with two equally strange men.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | Cursing, possibly ooc Kaveh and Alhaitham, spoilers for Sumeru Archon Quest, let me know if I missed anything <3

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | This is a lot harder to write because I established a new plot lmao. And because of Kaveh and Alhaitham it was so hard to write them sjakahs. Also, this was supposed to be posted on Friday last night but I was so tired after a whole day doing god-knows-what outside so I wasn’t able to finish the chapter :( Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

masterlist | route 1: argumentum ad hominem | (alternate route) route 1.1: magister dixit

Apparently, today was simply not your day.

Even before you get the chance to leave the blasted scene you found yourself in, you got stuck in the House of Daena together with two potential suspects of book robbery, one is known for being an academia lunatic and one for being a perfectionist architect. Not that you knew that they would do it, of all people, but at this point, you just did not want to give a damn.

Anyway, flashback almost a week prior after your arrival in Teyvat and before all this crazy fiasco happened, it's not everyday that your rationality won over your desire to earn and farm primogems, you know. It's also a near impossible feat to abandon the quest that could potentially help you advance your AR and even more so in pretending that Cyno is not outside, talking to Tighnari over something you wisely choose not to listen to–lest you might incur more suspicions from the both of them.

Which, in fact, is the last thing you wanted to do.

So, ignoring the questline and the angry red mark of the Paimon Menu, you closed the tab and let yourself fall on the soft bed once again with a dejected sigh. You repeatedly told yourself that this decision was the best course of action and you will have no regrets in this route. Still, you didn’t know how many hours had passed since then–all you somehow perceived is falling asleep, being lulled by the hushed whispers of the people outside and the quiet stillness of the Avidya Forest you grew accustomed to in the past months from behind the screen of your device. 

All dreams would soon end. Your hippocampus reminded you, and you agreed. No matter how much this bittersweet reality you found yourself in looks so believable, you couldn’t be far from your own reality…right? 

There has to be a way to go back.

That aside, the past four days you spent in Tighnari’s care was far from not being nerve-wrecking, if you were being honest. The fennec therianthrope seems to like hovering around you a lot, fussing like a distressed mother when you do something that he thought would strain your body and passionately lecturing you about the pros of staying in bed while you rest as if you were a poorly disciplined child.

While you admit that he was a great caregiver and it was endearing seeing a former 2D character worries about you despite literally knowing nothing about you, Tighnari’s inevitable tendencies to get lost in his lectures and fussing made your resolve to go back home hardening even more. 

Though when the sixth day had passed, you were finally allowed a bit more freedom to roam around. During that time, Tighnari had introduced you to Collei, his student and a trainee forest ranger, and it takes you a lot—and really, a lot—not to bawl your eyes out when you see the green-haired girl. You remember when you used to see Collei in the Genshin manga, she was still so small back then! And now, she is all grown up, cheerful despite her life experiences…and even kind-hearted enough to offer to take you to a visit in Sumeru City along with the other forest rangers to fetch some supplies to stock before the start of the heavy rainy season.

It was also on the sixth day when you found a crumpled paper with the word ᛚᚨᛖᚡᚨᛏᛖᛁᚾᚾ written in all bolds and italics using bright green ink in the folds of your clothes. Although you were weirded out and freaked out why, how and who slipped it there, you decided you did not give a damn about it.

Well, that was until you found another crumpled piece of paper under your pillow when you decided to get dinner with Tighnari and Collei outside. This time, ᚷᛚᛖᛁᛈᚾᛁᚱ was written on it using the same bright green ink. 

It doesn't even looked remotely similar to Teyvat's language, as what you've seen in passing when looking at the forest watcher's books on his study table. You have a vague idea what it means, but it was possible that it was one of their ancient languages, too. Since apparently, Alhaitham himself and any other scholars of his Darshan knows at least twenty languages, according to the lore.

But what the hell does it supposed to mean? It gives you the same level of anxiety when you are taking an exam in Foreign Languages. You started to question every motive, every reason why someone would send you, someone not even from this world, a crumpled paper with Earth's Runic inscriptions. Why would they send this to you? Who sent this to you? Do they even know you? A prank, maybe? What do they get from this? What do they want from you?

In any case, you don't want someone out there continuously bullying you, and you don’t have any lawyer here to sue them (unless you count on Yanfei, but that’s beside the point). So, as a last resort, you asked Tighnari if you could join the forest rangers going to Sumeru City because you planned to find your answers, and the possible prankster, in the House of Daena. Plus, you were really itching for a change in scenery!

So, yes, you won't get defeated by the Crumpled Papers of Fate before you could find a way back home!

"—oh, Collei…did I tell you how much I appreciate your existence? How could I cry in reverie for your benevolent acts? Just say the word, and I would do anything for you, you lovely human being."

Collei, probably used to your strange flare for dramatics, giggled in response and tugged your looped arms together. "I just think you need a change of scenery while recovering, and I know Master Tighnari's lectures could be too much sometimes, even if they come in good faith. Especially when you were recu…recu…um, what does he say again?"

"Recuperating?" You wrinkled your nose and Collei modded cheerfully. You can't really blame her for tripping over words, since most of the Genshin characters, especially those with super rich and scholarly background, used to speak formally and use deep words. The first time a curse slip passed your lips about two days ago, you remember seeing Tighnari's scandalous stare as if you offended his whole vocabulary.

It was also a fun way of teasing him. A small payback for all his lectures about flowers and taking care of yourself.

In any case, he begrudgingly allowed you to come see the Sumeru City along with the other forest rangers. It wasn't a long, arduous trek as you expected it to be, despite not using any Teleport Waypoints, maybe because the journey was an eye-opening one (especially when you saw chests and puzzles that you swore you already gotten before) and your group had tried your best from steering clear of any hilichurl or Eremite camps scattered around the forest.

After dropping you off at the Akademiya grounds, Collei and the other forest rangers told you that they will fetch you later after they're done restocking their supplies, you excitedly went inside, hoping to find some sort of lead or help in solving your crumpled paper predicament. 

Although Katayoun, the librarian, had adamantly asked for your credentials and permits before she let you borrow any books. Apparently, only students are allowed to have access here, but thankfully, Tighnari gave you a letter that he said would be enough for the librarian to let you inside, should you give it to her. 

“—what kind of book do you need, anyhow?” Katayoun finally relented.

“Uh, anything about Teyvat’s ancient language. The one with the alphabet similar to this one, if possible.”

The librarian peered into the two crumpled papers you presented to her, before shaking her head. “Most books about ancient language are strictly available only to students of Haravatat Darshan, and since your permit is from an alumni from Amurta, I apologise if I cannot comply with your request.” 

As she said with no room to complain, you had no choice but to pick other possible books to read that were available for you, stomping and frowning in defeat. But just as you sat on a chair in the farthest corner of the grandest library you ever saw in your life (it was even bigger than the one in-game!!), someone walked towards the seat across yours, waving his hand to you to get your attention.

"Hello! Do you mind if I sit here?" 

You felt as if you had a sudden epiphany, hearing a familiar voice that made your head snapped to him in surprise. You even almost knocked the pile of books you borrowed earlier when your eyes met a pair of sharp, mystic red irises and a tuft of fluffy-looking dirty blond hair. 

You resisted the urge to scream in both panic and excitement as you stiffly shook your head at him. IT'S KAVEH…?!

He coughed to gain your attention. "Ahem, I know it's very unbecoming for a gentleman such as myself but I couldn't help but to…overhear your conversation with our resident lovely librarian earlier. You were looking for books about ancient languages, correct?"

You blinked out of your reverie, slowly nodding at him. "Um, yes. I just need to find some references about…something. Unfortunately, I'm not a scholar from Haravatat to borrow the books I need."

His face lightened up, as if he, too, was hit by epiphany just like you. "Say, Mx…?"

"[Name]..."

"Mx. [Name], did you, perchance, recognise this?" Kaveh fished out something from his pocket and slid it across the table to you. Your eyes widened like saucers when you saw the familiar inscriptions of Runes written into three separate pieces of paper.

"The Crumpled Papers of Fate!" You hissed. "You have it, too?!"

"Yes!" He exclaimed in the same amount of enthusiasm as yours.

"But who the hell sent this?!" 

Kaveh shrugged his shoulders elegantly before resting his elbows on the table and leaning close to you. He playfully beckoned you to inch closer as if he's conspiring something with you. "That's what I want to know as well. All I realised is that the Crumpled Paper of Fate is some sort of code that gives us symbolism over something."

Your brows raised in curiosity. "Symbolism?" 

"It looks like you got two pieces. Though somehow, I got three." He tapped his gloveless finger on the table, the corner of his mouth turning downwards. "One in my pocket, the other was clipped together with my roommate's book in our living room, and the last was stuck in the door of my room. I even accidentally smack my head—"

"—which proves my point that your eyes are made of marbles if you didn't notice the door in your face."

Both you and Kaveh almost jumped from your seats when a deep voice spoke from behind you. Your jaw dropped when you caught sight of the Akademiya's Grand Scribe pulling the chair on your right side before getting himself comfortable on it, placing the books he held on his hands on the table with a soft thud.

WHAT IS ALHAITHAM DOING HERE THIS TIME?!

You were near hyperventilating near two handsome—and former 2D—dudes that was now glaring at each other. Well, more like Kaveh killing Alhaitham with his glares because the Scribe just leisurely opened his book and crossed his legs, seemingly adamant in ignoring his roommate.

And just like every playable character you met so far, and even the NPCs themselves, these two looked so human and real to someone from a game. The finer details from their designs and splash arts were more highlighted and even the contours in their faces are too detailed to be true.

Your eyes briefly glanced at the scribe's arm, and you inwardly whistled in amusement. Wow, those muscular arms could crush my skull. Lololol.

"Oi, Alhaitham! What in Teyvat are you doing here?" Kaveh asked in irritation, his former cool-ish aura vanishing in the instant.

He ignored Kaveh, his light turquoise eyes, highlighted with orange pupils, looked at you for a second and your breath hitched at its intensity. "...I overheard you two talking about the ancient scriptures and codes from the crumpled papers."

Your brows furrowed. "Huh…do you guys have something for eavesdropping or something?" 

He ignored you, too, and fished out three very familiar pieces of paper and slid it together with yours and Kaveh's. "....I suppose this is the reason why you want to borrow books of ancient languages, no? I will give you a hint. All of our papers are written in Runic inscriptions."

"Yeah, yeah, you the great scribe of the Akademiya from the Haravatat Darshan surely knows what it means." Kaveh said, sarcasm lacing his tone like a venom.

You grew more curious. "Where did you find yours?"

"Does it matter?"

You tried again. "And what does the Runic mean?" 

"Kaveh's Crumpled Paper of Fate means Ship, Blind, Light—which is rather suspicious, especially given that Kaveh found one of his papers in my book." Alhaitham said in a matter-of-fact tone, tapping his said book, that made Kaveh rolled his eyes in exasperation. 

"As a matter of fact, the only suspicious thing about that book," the architect scoffed. "...is that it's being held by a drama queen."

The last thing I remember, Kaveh's Vision is Dendro, not Pyro. Lol.

Alhaitham gave an unimpressed, humourless stare at his roommate's spiteful words and you tried suppressing your laughter, remembering Alhaitham's Oscar-like performance in the Archon Quest.

"Anyhow, back to the topic before someone rudely interrupted me. Mine was translated to Eye, Knowledge and Ravens." 

"But what does mine—"

You suddenly halted when a loud thump echoed across the library, and then there's screaming. Before you knew it, several Matra of the Akademiya flooded across the room, startling everyone who was inside.

"A book robbery took place in the library's restricted section. Everyone that stayed in the House of Daena between six in the morning until now, we are expecting your cooperation."

So, that's what happened to your supposedly peaceful morning. You were suddenly caught in the apparent book robbery in the restricted section, and you heard the General Mahamatra was going to interrogate every single person that the Matra caught.

This is not freaking good.

The prospect of meeting Cyno should be wonderful, right? BUT NO. You were on the receiving end of his job right now. And it's not even close to thrilling at all knowing the side of Cyno working that you honestly, do not wish to know.

Well, at least Kaveh and Alhaitham were with you right now. Though with the way they were bickering nonstop, you suddenly wished you could tell them to shut up.

"Theory number ten," Alhaitham muttered to himself; he was sitting so comfortably beside you as if they weren't on your way to the interrogation room. 

"You seriously reached theory ten with your nonsense?" Kaveh bited.

The scribe fished out a notebook from who-knows-where, looking for something. You tried to peek a little, but his muscular arms were in the way and it's embarrassing to inch closer when they didn't even bother introducing themselves to you. "It's possible that whoever sent this has the connection with the three of us—or at least, knows us to some extent. Perhaps wanting to measure our intelligence? For what?"

"Isn't that already obvious?" His roommate impatiently said. "[Name] got their Crumpled Paper of Fate in their own home, we got ours in your dorm, which by the way, only the two of us have access to. Whoever did this surely knew us pretty well."

"This is the reason why you didn't pass in anything other than your courses in Kshahrewar." Alhaitham said. "You always assume things."

"Excuse me, I'm not assuming. I am concluding!" He defended, apparently offended.

"Then don't jump into conclusions even if that's the only workout you do."

"Why you—"

As much as their banter was so amusing to watch, there are more pressing matters you had to know. "But that's impossible. I don't know anyone in this place aside from the Forest Rangers in the Avidya Forest, you know. It's nearly impossible that Tighnari and Collei would do this just to prank us. Though, I always had someone with me, so it's not possible that someone I don't know snuck into my room either…"

"You seem like you always have a witness with you?" Kaveh turned to you.

Alhaitham paused for a second. He blinked slowly, before a subtle smirk slowly pulled from the corner of his lips. "That's it."

"Huh?"

He stood up from his seat. "A witness." He vaguely replied before he went through the door faster than you could blink.

You and Kaveh stared at the door.

Then you two realised what Alhaitham just did.

"Oi, he just ran off without us!" Kaveh exclaimed in anger before tugging your hand to follow his roommate outside. "[Name], let's go before the Matra catches us!"

What in the world did you got yourself into?

Route 1.2.1: Stop Kaveh from escaping. You had a feeling that escaping isn't a good thing, especially since Cyno would probably hunt you down later. What's there to fear when you're innocent, no?

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Route 1.2.2: Go with Kaveh to chase Alhaitham. If he escaped, you two would escape along with him! He's the grand scribe and Kaveh is an influential architect, they could get away with this mess with you…right?

[gi-zxt]

brainrot about...

foul legacy looking for you despite childe's protests. the abyss entity has near full control over the harbinger's body, so why would he listen to some human?

you, terrified of foul legacy, brandishing a black iron sword in your trembling grip, tears tracking their way down your face, leaving marks in the dirt and grime that's accumulated on the skin from weeks of running.

liyue is the least kind nation.

foul legacy looks at you, shaking with fear and breathing shallowly, trying desperately to regain your bearings, but it's nigh impossible to when a creature of the abyss is standing directly in front of you.

to top it off, you don't know if he'll kill you.

you know childe can control the form quite well; you watched the fight between him and lumine on your computer, shaking with excitement at the prospect of being able to challenge the eleventh harbinger himself.

what you don't know is that foul legacy is an entity of its own.

he takes a step closer, but before he can even start to coo, you swing the blade at him. you miss, of course, but it still hurts him--foul legacy and childe, who has finally seen through that damn imposter pretending to be you--to see you so scared.

you shouldn't be scared of the world that you helped to nurture, even if you don't remember it.

"if you're going to kill me, just get it over with. I've had enough torture, just end it! please..."

the last word of your sentence comes out wobbly and terrified.

childe, who has now regained partial control over his form, speaks softly to your shaking figure.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"that's what they all said!"

he flinches. ouch, that stung. but he supposes you're right, in a way.

"I promise. can I come closer?"

no verbal response from you, but a nod tells him all you need to know. why you're saying yes is a mystery to you.

childe settles next to you, not touching you at all, leaned up against the hard stone currently supporting your back.

a curious chirp comes from his voicebox, and that's when you crack a smile, an actual smile, for the first time since you were dropped into this hellhole with no way of escaping.

childe steps back for a moment to let foul legacy take control over their form, and the first thing the abyssal creature starts to do is purr. yup. purr.

you stifle a happy gasp, reluctant to show any kind of hope, but gods, he was so... so safe, so warm.

foul legacy picks up on it, offering a seat to you in his lap.

and you take it.

the fuzz he has is soft and warm and so safe, you want to cry at how secure you feel when he wraps his arms around you, careful of any injuries you may have sustained and avoiding your back with his claws.

this is nice.

[vampcubus]

Hear me out,okay?

Having a stressful day and laying down, but he comes in and starts giving you a massage to try and make you feel better… but it gets just a bit too touchy and a bit too sensual. Before you know what’s happening, he’s begging you to let him do something, /anything/ to you. “Too bad, you brought this on yourself, so handle it yourself.” You’d tease, earning a sound of grief from him.

This gives like… Izuku, Hawks, Kyojuro, Zenitsu, and maybe Connor 🤭

I AM LOOKING SO INTENSELY RN 👁👁

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : izuku, kyojuro, and zenitsu. :ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : light nsfw.

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔'𝐒 ready to lay you down and roll out those knots in your shoulders and back the moment you walk through the door looking exhausted.

It starts earnest and pure, rough fingertips loosening the tightness of your muscles like magic, looking at you with a soft expression as you melt into the mattress. And if you start making those satisfied sighs and soft moans? He’s rock hard sorry ‘bout it. He really can’t help but let his hands wander, eyes all half-lidded as you lean into his loving touches, looking over your shoulder with a quirked brow when you notice he’s doing more touching than massaging.

“Someone’s handsy,” you tease and he only pouts, laying down on top of you and crushing you between his weight and the mattress. You wheeze, unable to contain your sleepy giggles as he keeps you firmly in place with his body weight. “Heyyyy, you’re squishing me.”

Izuku trails conspicuous kisses across your back and shoulder, hands squeezing at your soft curves like you’re his personal stress ball. You can feel how hard he is now that he’s pressed to your back and you only hum in amusement, even as his hips roll into yours.

At your indifference to him basically humping you, he whines, “Please, I need to touch you.”

“Sucks to be you doesn’t it? ‘m too sleepy,” you yawn, stretching your limbs out underneath him, and then burying your face in your crossed arms as if to go to sleep.

“Heyyy, don’t go to sleep :(”

“Take care of it yourself. You’re a big boy, right?”

Cue the disheartened grumbling.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎'𝐒 so emotionally intelligent it’s damn near impossible to hide anything from him. He knows you like he knows his sword. So when you come home extra prickly, his whole demeanor is softening to accommodate it. He asks you how your day was, and you only groan dramatically.

“Someone needs a nap,” he’ll chuckle, opening his arms for you to come n lay down on top of him. 

You’re all too eager to comply, joining your husband on the futon, though his body makes for a better bed. You snuggle as close as possible, relishing his intense warmth, resting your head on his bosom.

He’ll rub soothing circles over your back, brows pinching when he feels just how tense you are. He can’t have that! So he just lets you rest your body weight on him, half-dozing as he massages your sore muscles, rolling out the knots until you’re practically melting into him. It’s been such a long time since you were alone together that Kyojuro truly can’t help the blood rushing southward. Especially when you keep making those soft sounds of contentment, hands stuffed under the hem of his shirt for warmth.

You moan particularly clearly when the knot in your shoulder that’s been bugging you for days finally releases, and his cock throbs against your tummy. Your bleary eyes blink open and then narrow. You lift your head and perch your chin on his chest, shooting him a smug look.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” you tease.

“I will admit to missing you, both in body and spirit,” he chuckles the hands massaging your back suddenly explorative, smoothing over the curve of your full hips. “You’ll let me please you, won’t you?”

“Not even a please?”

“Please, let me touch you, little flame,” he groans, rough fingertips skittering underneath your clothing impatiently.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐒 a very touchy person, he’ll make every excuse to put his hands on you. So when you arrive home looking a bit worse for wear, he’s all too eager to lay you down and massage away the day’s aches and pains. He’s just as easily worked up by the feeling of your body beneath his palms, the way you lean into the focused pressure of his fingertips on your sore muscles, and the way you keep sighing in pleasure.

When he gets horny he really doesn’t know what to do with himself, especially if you’re being particularly indifferent to the signals he’s sending your way that he wants to touch you more.

“I can do more for you, sweetheart,” he suggests and you only yawn, murmuring he was doing plenty for you. It takes him a moment of contemplation before he turns you over, sitting on your hips so you have to face him. His face is flushed with blood, blond brows pinched in frustration as he pleads with his eyes. “Please, let me do more for you.”

You can only grin, hands finding his hips and stroking your thumbs idly over them.

“Hmmm, should I indulge you? I am really tired after all.” It’s mostly a tease to ruffle his feathers but he whines all the same.

“I’ll do all the work! You won’t have to lift a finger, promise! Just lemme touch you.”

[boilsyouroil]

Is Eclipse Okay Yet!? It's Been Months!

Chapter 1 - Stubbornness Leads You Nowhere

[ AO3 LINK ] - [ CH 2 ]

Word Count ; 2022

Date ; 2024-04-03

AU ; The Oil Au

Notes ; Eclipse is not okay yet.

Takes place after finding out Ruin was evil, before Solar's death.

The sound of rain splashing against the window was the only sound in the room. Not even pained breathing could overtake the peace that held the air captive.

Eclipse tried his damn near hardest to get up, only to sink back into his seat. It hurt too much. All of it hurt too much. He had been alone in the back of the arcade again for a very long two days. Eclipse groaned and rubbed the sore area to try and soothe it enough to get up, but to no avail. In fact, the pressure made it worse.

If only someone were there to pick him up and carry him somewhere comfy, like a nice soft bed. Hell, even a bench or couch was better than this old worn desk chair. Eclipse hated to admit it, but he needed someone to come help him. At this point, he'd willingly get on his knees and beg if he could.

Sadly though, his body would not leave him alone, and so he had no choice but to sit. He reached a hand up to grab onto the desk and push himself toward the light switch. Surprisingly enough, the chair still rolled, even with a broken wheel. But sadly, it didn't make it all the way to the other end of the room. Eclipse groaned and took off his shoe, throwing it at the light switch. He missed, and tried again with the other one. Missed again.

He grumbled in defeat and opted instead to simply shield his eyes from the light. He considered for a moment, pinging someone for help with his predicament, but ultimately decided against it. Not long later, his lack of sleep caught up with him and he was out cold.

----

Solar sighed as he followed close behind Moon, "Are you sure he's actually in here?" Moon nodded, "He can't have gone anywhere else. Besides, the computer said he was throwing a tantrum or something in here last he was seen."

As they entered into the back room of the arcade, immediately something felt different. The lights in the hall were off, and the silence was eerie. Moon went through first, immediately slamming the door to the repair room open. Moon promptly stated the following, "You've had your sulking time, I need you to come help with something." Solar immediately followed Moon.

At about the same time, both of them registered the fact that Eclipse was dead asleep in a very shitty chair, completely silent. Solar and Moon looked at eachother for a minute, before Solar decided to take charge. He walked forward and shook Eclipse's shoulder firmly. Lucky for him, this was enough to rouse the other animatronic from his slumber. "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Solar smiled.

Moon had to do his best to stifle his laughter, seeing as Solar just couldn't resist an opportunity to lightly insult Eclipse. Eclipse found himself looking up at Solar, his eyes had a lifeless glare. Moon almost immediately noticed something was wrong, and stepped closer. "Eclipse, wake your ass up." Eclipse groaned as the pain from just hours ago finally hit him like a train.

"I'm up, what do you want?" He managed to wheeze out to Moon. Moon frowned and crouched a bit, blocking the light from Eclipse's eyes. "I need you to help me with something, but first I want you to explain why you think it's okay to just disappear into one room for days on end without saying anything?" Sitting himself upright with a wince, Eclipse moved to rub the sleep from his eyes. "Simple answer, I wanted something, I got what I wanted, then I got stuck."

"Stuck, what do you mean stuck?" Solar chimed in, walking over to inspect the back of Eclipse's faceplate for any idea as to what was going on. Eclipse, rather surprisingly, didn't fight back. "The little cretin that rebuilt me had the bright idea of making it..." Eclipse hissed mid-sentence, another wave of pain shot through him, "impossible for me to function without suffering." Eclipse stated it as such a fact that it made Moon's blood boil. He knew Ruin was a prick, but to give someone chronic pain, let alone to such severe amounts? That's just plain awful.

Moon thought for a moment, then promptly hooked his hands under Eclipse's arms and yanked him from the chair, no real regard for how he felt. "Come on, you tree." Moon grunted as he threw the taller animatronic over his shoulder. He began walking to the daycare. Eclipse's response to this? Struggling to get free, of course! He was stubborn, that was one thing you could never take from an Eclipse. Hell, even Solar was stubborn, and he was practically the polar opposite of all other Eclipses. Eclipse kicked Moon in the stomach and cried out, "Put me down, you fucking blueberry!"

After realizing Moon wouldn't give in, Eclipse instantly looked towards Solar, hissing out, "Help me out of this you useless-" he grunted, struggling to find an insulting nickname to use against Solar, "thing!" Solar choked for a moment in an attempt to stifle his laughter. "Moon, you owe me like seven hundred dollars. Eclipse, with very little respect, I refuse to help you. Besides, seeing you helpless is kind of funny to me."

Eclipse groaned and mumbled, though what he said when unheard. He felt his face begin to heat up from embarrassment. This new emotion led to him pressing his entire body into a smaller state, knees bent in, shoulders raised and arms crossed, head pulled closer to his body.

Only a few minutes passed and Eclipse found himself on Moon's couch, being guarded by Solar as Moon was in another room to retrieve god knows what. Eclipse sat with his legs spread out, and his arms crossed over his chest, attempting to put a barrier between himself and Solar without looking like some scared kid. For a moment, Eclipse forgot Solar was there, being lost in his thoughts. It wasn't long before he was brought back to reality by a surge of pain so bad he thought he would die. He hissed and tensed up, leaning forward.

Solar crouched next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't fall off the couch on me. I don't wanna have to pick you back up." Eclipse groaned and rolled his head to the side so he could look Solar in the eyes. The pity that met his gaze made him want to gag. Eclipse grabbed Solar's wrist and pushed him away, but this only made Solar more insistent, now putting both hands on Eclipse's shoulders.

He pushed Eclipse back far enough that he was leaning into the backrest, the cushion enveloping both sides of him. He didn't fight back this time, nor did he immediately spring up the second Solar released him. This position was comfortable, and actually helped a bit now that he wasn't folded right over the painful area. Solar seemed to notice this by the way his face flashed into a knowing smile.

Moon came back with a heated blanket, promptly tossing it right over Eclipse. Solar and Moon sat on the other couch, Moon eating a bag of chips. Eclipse, having only gotten a few hours of sleep in the fazcade, soon passed out again, not even laying down. He looked awfully peaceful while he slept, so much so you would have never thought he was the villain in the story. Solar promptly snapped a picture for later.

----

Eclipse woke to the sound of Moon's voice. "So what if he's been sleeping for two days!? Let him rest! He may be our mortal enemy but that doesn't mean we can just take away his basic fucking needs! How would you feel if I woke you up from a much needed nap!?"

"Moon I need to clean the blanket it hasn't been washed in a week!"

"You can wash it when he's done using it, instead of waking him up to steal it from him!"

He opened his eyes to see Sun and Moon standing in the kitchen, bickering, Sun had a half empty bottle if wine in hand and Moon was standing in his way of getting out from behind the island. Eclipse groaned and sat up, causing both the twins to fall silent.

"Quit your fucking fighting, you'll wake the damn dead with all that noise." In the blink of an eye, Moon was standing over Eclipse with one hand on his faceplate, looking him over. "Eclipse! It's been two days, are you okay!?"

"I'm fine, Moon. Get your damn hands off me!" Eclipse growled, moving to stand up. Moon promptly pushed him back onto the couch, hissing at him, "Stay down and just relax for five minutes. Last I checked, you don't have anywhere you need to be, so just chill. Me and Sun will bring you what you need, just take it easy for the day."

"Very funny. I don't need your damn pity, and I certainly don't care for sitting down and taking a damn break." Eclipse spat as he tried once again to worm his way off the couch. He made it about two inches from his seat before he was pushed right back onto the sofa. He chuckled, "You just aren't gonna give up, are you, Moon? You going to keep me here as your little couch prisoner? God you're annoying." Moon sighed, "I don't want you to get up unless you absolutely have to right now, your body needs time to rest. Besides, you deserve to take a break once in a while."

"Well aren't you just peachy?" Eclipse taunted Moon as he tried to get up again. As assumed, his attempts were pointless. Moon ended up putting Sun on guard duty while he left to get dinner. Sun, to nobody's surprise, was freaking out the entire time.

Come dinnertime, Eclipse found himself sat between Sun and Moon. He was given food that he didn't actually end up touching. Unlike the rest of the celestials, he hasn't been built with basic needs in mind. While he had the systems to eat, he couldn't open his mouth. This often led to him going to get food to cure his hunger, only to end up giving away the food he made so it wouldn't be wasted. Eclipse tried to express this issue to Moon on multiple occasions, but he didn't ever end up finishing his sentences due to either being ignored or interrupted.

After dinner, Moon led Eclipse to the guest room, tossing him a brand new pair of pajamas, still had the tags and everything. The outfit was rather soft to the touch, and somehow just the perfect size.

Unlike Moon or Sun, his clothing wasn't cemented onto his body, so he definitely was able to spend his time appreciating other outfits. He looked in the mirror at the way the pajamas fit him, and he smiled softly at how perfect this seemed. After a little longer of admiring his new sleepwear, Moon interrupted him.

"Come on, go to bed. I want to turn all the lights out now, and to do that everyone needs to be in bed." Moon stated this rather calmly as he pushed Eclipse into the bed. He handed Eclipse the remote to the TV and then left, turning out the lights. Moon was rather surprised when he shut the door and went up the stairs, only to hear the Bluey intro song of all things. He hadn't taken Eclipse to be someone who even watched TV, let alone kid's cartoons.

----

Eclipse wriggled himself under the covers, feeling himself become engulfed with warmth. He pulled one of the pillows out from under his head and then decided to turn on a show. After a long time searching, he settled on Bluey. He wasn't exactly in the mood for anything serious, and all the other kids shows were- to put it kindly -obnoxious. After a few hours, Eclipse ended up trailing right back to sleep, pressed against the pillow as though it were a living thing.

[maysileeewrites]

take care of you - Anakin Skywalker x fem! healer reader

Summary: Anakin comes home pretty banged up from a mission. The reader cleans up his wounds and takes care of him. Just some Anakin fluff, featuring Anakin being a tease and Obi-Wan being his usual sarcastic self.

Word count: 3.5k 

Warnings: mentions of injury, fluff, soft!Anakin. Also, I know that Anakin’s a very skilled and accomplished fighter, but I wouldn’t say that it’s impossible for him to get injured on missions, especially when he lets his *emotions* get in the way. (Also, I just couldn’t help including the „Ani, not here“ / „Yes, here“ part :P) 

I have a masterlist :)

Even though Anakin had only been gone for a few weeks, you felt as if a lifetime had passed since you’d last seen him. At the beginning of his mission, he’d messaged you via holonet every single day, letting you know that he was alive and well, but today you still hadn’t received his usual ‚Still alive and missing you, love you, Anakin‘. It was nearing nightfall and though you’d told yourself not to freak out over one missing update, you were beginning to worry. 

You were pacing through the halls of the Jedi temple, when you suddenly heard Master Yoda and Master Windu approaching. You quickly hid behind an alcove, not wanting them to see you in your distressed state. Jedi were forbidden from forming any sorts of attachment and you knew that you and Anakin were breaking multiple rules of the Jedi Code by being together.

At first, you’d tried to discourage his feelings for you, by distancing yourself from him and denying your own feelings for him. But Anakin was simply irresistible and being with him - talking with him about everything and anything, cuddling with him him, stargazing with him, kissing him - just felt too damn right to deny yourself the happiness you felt when you were with him any longer. Besides -  Anakin could be very persistent and convincing. 

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t pay the conversation between Master Yoda and Master Windu any mind, until you heard Master Yoda mentioning Anakin’s name. 

„Coming back tonight, young Skywalker and his Padawan and Master Kenobi are“, Yoda said. 

Mace Windu sighed, and peeking out from behind the alcove you were hiding in, you saw him shaking his head, looking annoyed. „Skywalker always finds a way to get himself into trouble“, he  grumbled . 

„Very tumultuous, he is“, Yoda agreed, to which Master Windu only sighed. You couldn’t help but smile a little at Master Yoda’s words. Tumultuous certainly was one way to describe Anakin’s reckless and impulsive nature. 

„Yes. The boy and his Padawan can count themselves fortunate that Obi-Wan’s with them, otherwise Skywalker probably wouldn’t have walked away with just a few injuries“, Master Windu said. You were only slightly relieved upon discovering this. You finally knew why Anakin hadn’t messaged you today, but now that you knew that he’d been injured, you were just starting to worry even more. How severe were his injuries? How much pain was he in? Was he even still conscious?  

Master Yoda’s and Master Windu’s voices grew quieter as they walked out of the hall and you didn’t dare follow them, not wanting to be discovered eavesdropping on two Council members. 

You thought about what to do next. Anakin had been injured, which meant that upon his arrival - whenever that may be - they’d bring him to the Halls of Healing. 

You were a healer yourself, though the Chief Healer Madame Vokara Che had given you this day and the next day off, because you’d been working every single day since Anakin’s departure. Healing kept you concentrated and focused, just what you needed to keep you from worrying too much about Anakin when he was away on missions. 

Not wanting to waste another second - Anakin could be arriving at any second and you wanted to be there when he did - you quickly turned around, hurrying back to the Halls of Healing. You’d decide upon an excuse to tell Chief Healer Che upon the way. 

When you arrived at the Halls of Healing, Chief Healer Che was nowhere to be seen. Neither were Anakin and Obi-Wan and you felt your anxiety increasing. They’d already informed Master Yoda and Master Windu of their arrival, so what was taking them so long? Was Anakin even more injured than you’d dared to let yourself think? 

Just then, you felt a shift in the Force and you turned around, even though you knew that it would still be some minutes until you’d actually see him. Anakin was here, you could feel it. He was still too far away from you for you to pick up specific emotions from his force presence, but you still let out a sigh of relief. 

„Y/N, what are you doing here?“ You turned around to see Chief Healer Che looking at you questioningly. „I gave you these two days off to rest, not to come back here in the middle of the night. I need you back on full capability tomorrow, Y/L/N“, she said, frowning. 

„Yes, Master Che - I - uh … thought that I’d forgotten one of my textbooks here, so I, uh … came here to see if it was still here, but then I realized that I just left it on my nightstand in my apartment … „, you stumbled, inwardly cursing yourself for focusing all of your energy on worrying about Anakin and not on coming up with a better excuse. 

Healer Che raised her eyebrows at you. „I see“, she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. „Well then - „ She was interrupted by another healer, Liin Maris, who came rushing into the room. Liin paused as she saw you, but then she turned to Madame Che. 

„Master Obi-Wan, Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan have just arrived and Skywalker needs medical attention“, she said, panting slightly. 

„Force, what trouble has Skywalker managed to get himself into now?“, Madame Che muttered before turning around to face you. „Since you’re already here, you might as well tend to Skywalker’s injuries, Y/L/N“, she said and you nodded, trying to fight back a relieved smile. This was better than any outcome your feeble attempt at a plan could have had - Madame Che wasn’t just not sending you back to your rooms, she was also giving you the perfect alibi to see Anakin, even though you weren’t on duty. 

„Yes, Master Che“, you said. 

„Maris, tell them to bring Skywalker to this room“, Madame Che said and after nodding at the Chief Healer and flashing you a quick smile, Liin darted back out of the room. 

„I’ll be back in a few minutes, Y/L/N, should you need assistance, but I have to look after Darius Jyvun first, he’s not responding to the herb solution the way I’d hoped he would“, she said with a grim smile, before rushing out of the room, leaving you to anxiously await Anakin’s arrival. 

You didn’t have to wait long - just a few moments after Madame Che had left you alone, Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka Tano walked in, supporting a blood-sprayed, bruised Anakin in their middle. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were sporting a few bruises as well, but they still seemed to be better off than Anakin. 

„Anakin!“, you exclaimed, shocked at seeing him so slumped and battered. Anakin’s blue eyes immediately found yours, but then you saw Master Obi-Wan raising his eyebrows at your exclamation and you realized your mistake. 

„I, uh, mean - General Skywalker - you, uh, look - „ 

„Worse than the last time you saw me?“, Anakin interrupted your rambling with a weak smile. 

„You could say that“, you muttered, moving closer to inspect the damage. You wanted nothing more than to just reach out to him, wrap your arms around him, hold him and never let him go and to press your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat, to assure yourself that he was really here, with you, alive. 

But you couldn’t. Not with Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka standing right next to you and Madame Che just a few rooms away. 

So you did your best to compose yourself, until you felt a warm, soft sensation in your hand. Almost as if someone was grazing your skin with their fingertips, brushing their knuckles against yours. 

You looked up at Anakin in surprise and you could feel your heart swelling with all your love for him in your chest. You felt a familiar warm, sweet and welcoming sensation from Anakin’s force presence. 

You allowed yourself to dwell in the feeling of Anakin’s force presence reaching out to yours for a little longer, but then you remembered Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka standing next to you, so you cleared your throat. 

„Uh, sit down, General Skywalker“, you said, feeling flustered. You gestured to the hospital bed behind you. Ahsoka and Master Obi-Wan helped Anakin sit down on the mattress and you could feel Obi-Wan’s curious gaze pricking into your skin. You’d long suspected Obi-Wan knowing more about your secret relationship with Anakin than he was letting on and the way he was looking at you now only confirmed your suspicions. You’d worry about that later, though, right now your top priority was tending to Anakin’s injuries. 

„What happened?“, you asked, grabbing a tray of medical tools in your hand and placing it beside Anakin on the mattress. You gently cupped his face in your hand, inspecting the damage. He sported a few shallow cuts, a split lip and a black eye. However, it was the way he clutched his left arm to his chest that really worried you. 

„Well, Anakin bit off more than he could chew“, Master Obi-Wan said, stroking his beard thoughtfully. „Again.“ 

„Obi-Wan - „, Anakin started to say, but he got interrupted by Ahsoka. 

„Our spaceship got attacked by some bounty hunters on our flight back to Coruscant“, she told you, biting her lip. „And - „ 

„Snips nearly managed to get herself captured“, Anakin said, hissing as your fingertips grazed over the cut on his lip. 

„Sorry“, you mumbled. 

„I had it under control“, Ahsoka snapped, but you could see the worry in her eyes as she watched you assessing Anakin’s injuries. 

„Clearly“, Anakin said dryly, glaring at his Padawan, but just like Ahsoka he wasn’t able to truly mask the worry still lingering in his eyes. 

„The bounty hunter attack surprised us“, Obi-Wan interrupted the banter between Anakin and Ahsoka. „But we were able to fight them off, though Anakin couldn’t resist to show off a little“, he added, sighing. 

You nodded. „I see“, was all you said, but you could see Anakin raising his eyebrows at your words. You refrained from rolling your eyes, and moved your attention to his left arm instead. 

„Can you move your arm?“, you asked him and he just shook his head. 

„This is probably going to hurt“, you warned him, carefully touching his biceps, but he was shrinking away from you almost as soon as you touched him. 

„Sorry“, you said, biting your lip and Anakin’s eyes immediately softened. You felt that gentle sensation in your hand again and you could have melted into a puddle right then and there, but then you remembered that Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were still standing next to you. 

„Can you turn your arm from palm up to palm down?“, you asked, doing your best to keep your voice neutral, but it was hard to keep your emotions at bay with Anakin only a few inches away from you. 

„No“, Anakin said and you could feel his gentle and reassuring force presence reach out to you once more. 

You shot him a warning look. You two weren’t the only force-sensitive people in this room and there was no need to be this careless, openly displaying his emotions. Anakin answered your warning look with a smug grin that told you exactly what he was thinking: I don’t care, let them see. 

You gritted your teeth, until you saw Ahsoka’s irritated gaze flashing back and forth between you and Anakin. 

„Your arm appears to be broken, General Skywalker, though it’s nothing that a bit of force healing won’t fix“, you said, lightly shaking your head at Anakin. It was hard to be annoyed at him for teasing you though - you’d rather have him teasing you than him being unconscious, as you’d initially feared. 

„Here“, you said, placing an ice pack in Anakin’s metal hand, „place this over your eye to cool the swelling. I’ll start with healing your arm, the cuts on your face only appear to be shallow.“ 

Before you could turn around to Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka to ask them for some privacy - not just because you wanted to spend some time alone with Anakin, but also because you needed the quiet to really focus on your healing -, Obi-Wan spoke up. „Come, Ahsoka, we’re not needed here anymore“, he said, gently placing a hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder. 

„But Anakin - „, Ahsoka started to protest, worry for her injured Master evident in her voice. 

„Anakin is in good hands“, Obi-Wan said reassuringly. 

Ahsoka looked like she was going to say something, but Anakin interrupted her. „It’s fine, Snips, you don’t need to worry about me. I’ll be back to normal in no time.“ You shook your head at Anakin’s overly confident statement. You knew that he longed to be back fighting alongside his Padawan and his former Master as soon as possible, but before that, he needed some time to rest and heal. 

„Take good care of him“, Obi-Wan said to you, before turning around and guiding Ahsoka out of the room. 

„I will“, you promised. At your words, Ahsoka turned back around, eyeing you intently, as if to say you better will. You didn’t let yourself be intimidated by her burning gaze and she must have seen your determination to heal Anakin to your best capabilities on your face, because she gave you a curt nod, before turning back around and walking out of the room. 

As soon as Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were out of your sight, Anakin wrapped his metal hand around your waist and he pulled you flush against him, resting his head at your side. „Force, Y/N, I’ve missed you so much“, he mumbled. 

„I’ve missed you too, Ani“, you said and though you knew that you should pull away from him - lest anyone came in and saw you two like that - you couldn’t resist running your fingers through his curls and gently grazing over the cuts on his cheek. „I was so worried when you didn’t message me today“, you admitted, shaking your head. 

„Sorry“, Anakin said, smiling sheepishly up at you. „If it weren’t for the bounty hunters, you would’ve gotten your daily message.“ Anakin mentioning the bounty hunters finally gave you the strength to pull away from him - only that his grip on you tightened. 

„Ani“, you said, but he just shook his head, burying his face deeper into your side. 

„Anakin“, you said, voice more firm now, „anyone could come in and see us.“ 

„I don’t care“, he said and you sighed. You understood Anakin’s frustration about being in a secret relationship all too well - if you could have had it your way, you would’ve welcomed him with a big hug and a kiss, but this would just have to wait. 

„Anakin, please“, you said. 

„Alright“, he relented, loosening his grip on your waist, but instead of letting you go, his metal hand came to rest upon your shoulder and before you knew what was happening, he was pulling you down, softly pressing his lips against yours. You could feel him smile into the kiss, and though you hated yourself for it, you hastily broke away. 

„Anakin, not here.“ 

„Yes, here“, he said, reconnecting his lips with yours, tangling the fingers of his metal hand in your hair. You wanted nothing more than to just kiss him and drown in the feeling of him, but after a few seconds you broke away again. 

„Not here“, you said, voice firmer than you felt, yet you couldn’t fully ignore the pouty and pleading look on Anakin’s face. „Later“, you promised and at that Anakin’s blue eyes lit up. 

„I’m going to take your word on that“, he said and finally let you go. 

You immediately got to work, sitting down beside him, gently taking his left arm into your hand. It was hard to get your mind to focus on Anakin’s arm, what with Anakin sitting right next to you and his warm and familiar force presence feeling almost overwhelming with all the emotions that were pouring out of him. 

Anakin must have sensed your frustration, because the fingers of his metal hand came to rest upon the small of your back. This time, you didn’t reprimand him, focusing instead on the support he was offering you. It only took a few more seconds until your mind had reached out through Anakin’s pain and touched the broken bone in his arm. 

Anakin let out a surprised little gasp. „Thank you“, he said and you opened your eyes again to see him smiling at you, the look in his blue eyes amazed and loving. You fought hard not to get lost in Anakin’s smile - when Anakin smiled, truly smiled, it was as if his whole face was lighting up, and his sky-blue eyes which were already captivating, seemed to light up as well - and turned around, grabbing the tray with the medical tools. 

„You still need to rest your arm for at least a few days“, you told him, walking over to the basin and wetting the washcloth with warm water. „And with rest, I mean rest-rest“, you said, turning back around and crossing your arms in front of your chest when you saw the cheeky grin that Anakin was giving you. „I mean it, Anakin.“ 

„I know you do darlin- „ 

„General Skywalker, I do hope you’re feeling better now?“ Your eyes widened when you saw Madame Che entering the room, interrupting your banter. 

„Wha- oh yes, yes, I do“, Anakin said and you couldn’t help but enjoy seeing him squirm under Madame Che’s stern gaze. „I - uh - was just telling Y/N what a darling she is for fixing me up like that“, he added, laughing nervously. You shook your head at him, your eyes widening with shock once more. Maybe Madame Che hadn’t even heard him calling you darling the first time, so there was no reason for him to bring it up again. 

„Right - that’s what Y/N’s here for“, Madame Che said, raising her eyebrows irritatedly. 

Your look of shock turned to one of exasperation once you saw Anakin grinning at you behind Madame Che’s back. Force, he was enjoying this even more than you’d enjoyed seeing him squirm under her stern gaze. You’d so be getting him back for that later, you thought, trying to keep your features neutral as Madame Che turned back around to you. 

„You don’t seem to require my assistance here, Y/N“, she said, more a statement than a question. You nodded. „Good. After healing General Skywalker I don’t want to see you back here until tomorrow, Y/N“, she added, looking at you meaningfully. 

„Yes, Madame Che“, you said, nodding. 

„What was that all about?“, Anakin asked, once Madame Che had left the room. 

You sighed, telling him how she’d given you today and tomorrow off and how you had had to come up with an excuse for being here in the middle of the night after hearing about Anakin being injured. You sat down next to him, placing the tray of medical tools in your lap. 

„I’m really sorry for worrying you, Y/N“, Anakin said, laying his flesh hand over yours. „And you’re right - I shouldn’t be so careless about keeping us a secret, but being with you - it just - it makes me feel so happy, it makes my heart swell with joy, and I just want to shout it out to the whole world“, he added, blue eyes locking onto yours. 

„I know - I hate having to keep us a secret as well“, you admitted, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat. 

Anakin squeezed your hand gently. „Hey - we’ll make it work. Just like we said we would. Besides - if you finish cleaning me up, we can go to my apartment, where we don’t have to try to be secretive for the rest of the night“, he said, smiling softly. 

„It’s not like we’re that good at being secretive, anyways“, you said, squeezing his hand back, before grabbing the washcloth again. „This is going to hurt a bit“, you warned him, before carefully moving the washcloth over the cuts on his face. „Or I should say you - you’re not good at being secretive“, you corrected yourself. 

„Because I don’t want to be good at it“, Anakin immediately said. You sighed, shooting him what you’d intended to be a stern look, but it was hard being stern with him when you were just so happy to have him back. 

„But I’m going to try harder“, he promised you with a mischievous smile. 

„Sure you will“, you said, before focusing your attention on cleaning the cuts on his face. 

„Better?“, you asked him, once you’d finished carefully rinsing the blood and dirt from his face and applied a soothing healing salve to the cuts. 

He nodded, smiling. „Yes. But I think I’d feel even better if you’d kiss it better“, he said, blue eyes finding yours. 

„You’re such a dork“, you said, shaking your head at him, but you couldn’t help but smile. 

„Yes, and that’s why you love me“, he said smile growing wider. 

„Hm“, you said thoughtfully, „maybe you’re right about that.“ 

He laughed, before winding his metal hand around your waist again, pulling you in for a kiss. This time, you didn’t hesitate before pressing your lips against his, smiling into the kiss. 

divider credit: @racingairplanes

[iaminsane-blog]

Little Lady, Big Guns

A new weapons developer catches the eye of many, especially one balaclava wilding man.

they might be a little…intimidating 

a little intimidating was not enough to describe the sheer amount of both confidence and annoyance basically suffocating the room.  The three men all stood, their large frame along with arms crossed over each other. Each frame had a cold gaze and stone face. well not the hot one with the mask on

“Boys, this here is Ms.Mazur, Ms.Mazur Soap, Gaz, and Ghost.”

I gave the three of them a small wave but upon their unchanging faces I quickly shut that down

“Please call me Vera” 

“she will be bringing us back to boot camp and showing off some of her latest innovations which will be used in the field, affective immediately” 

The man standing in the middle, soap I think was his name, gave a small chuckle and itched the back of his neck in boredom.

“This little lady is gonna show us how to handle the big guns?”

The other guy turned to Soap and gave him a smirk, however the masked one gave an eye roll instead.

“You bet your ass I will, and I don’t want to hear no bitching. Follow me”

I didn’t give them a moment to respond and instantly spun on my heels, power walking my way down the hall and out to the main corridor. I probably didn’t look badass in my summer floral dress with a cardigan over top, but damn did i feel badass.

“Each of these guns have finger print recognition so they only work for the owner, that being said it is imperative you do not switch break or god forbid loose this gun” 

I was showing the men my new collection of field defense weaponry, and to say they were excited was an understatement. I had spent most of the presentation part swatting their hands away from the treasure chest like trunk of weapons. But now it was time for the fun part.

“And here are your demo guns today all i ask is please be gentle” 

“Yes ma’am, your guns are in good hands” 

Soap called out as he lined himself up to a shooting booth, not even bothering with the headphones slung around his neck. He took a few test shots and a look of surprise washed over his face. The paper target he had hit had three bullet marks, none very close to the target. Gaz and Ghost started shooting their guns as well with similar results. Perhaps now was time to break the tension. 

“Come on guys I thought y’all were good at this”

The three of them turned around, Gaz and Soap with smirks on their faces, but Ghost however still blankly stared. I’m grateful he turned away before seeing the small blush creep across my face. I wasn’t used to people staring at me so blankly, almost without shame. They all let out a collection of grumbles and huffs then continued to attempt to hit the paper targets, getting closer to the center. I noticed Ghost’s large frame start to shift, fumbling around with the large gun. I approached him and just watched. His balaclava adorned with a skull covered most of his face, only his eyes were left visible. He wore a tight long sleeved black shirt that brought my eyes to his large arms. The thick muscles flexed with every small movement. Though I’d like them wrapped around me better. 

“Hey, Ghost right?”

The large man turned to me, well his head turned to me. The rest of his body stayed in place as if he was afraid to move. He didn’t say a word but instead nodded his head, a small quick, blink and you’ll miss it moment. I pray he didn’t hear the hitch in my breath as I grew slightly uncomfortable with the silence. But as his eyes shifted slightly down to my lips, I knew I was compromised. 

“If you don’t mind, you need to tuck your elbow in to create a smaller base for the gun, it will make it easier to aim.”

I gently moved his angle closer to his side, my fingertips brushing against the soft material of his shirt. His eyes tracked my hand then slowly dragged back to the target. He let out a single shot, right inside the target’s heart. 

“Hey Gun Girl, how about you show us how good your aim is. This is near impossible”

“Yeah there’s no way I can use this in the field”

Both Soap and Gaz caught my attention and I shifted my gaze to the men. Who stood awaiting my next move. It felt like a test, to prove my not so innocence. I’ll show them. I sauntered over to Gaz’s booth, He still towered over me so I had to stretch my body upwards to grasp the gun from his hands. When I did so I felt the weight naturally fall into my hands comfortably. It was if meeting an old friend. I could feel a smile creep onto my face and I stepped to the booth taking only a second to study myself before shooting three solid shots. I lowered the gun and brought the paper poster forward with the button. Three large holes in close proximity to each other stained the paper. Right In the middle of the head, or as I like to call it. The money shot. I heard Soap whisper a small “damn” under his breath as I turned to watch the men’s reaction. Well one man in particular 

“Well, she’s got my respect”

Gaz and Ghost started to laugh, and I let myself let out small giggles. A sudden loud beeping came over the room, a cell phone clipped onto Soaps belt. Soap groaned and held it up. 

“Sorry to leave you love but we got a mission to attend to”

I nodded and began to clean up the presentation and the guns, noting the three men leaving the room, albeit slowly. 

In the hall 

“She was….Wow”

Soap started by stating the only thing on all three guys minds. 

“I never would have expected such a tiny woman to be a badass that can sharp shoot like that.”

Simon glanced to the two men next to him, both seemed in some estate of euphoria, from the woman’s presence alone. 

“She was nice”

It was all he said, but it was enough to cause a rowdy uproar from Soap and Gaz.

“Yeah she was, she had her hands all over you dude, you really need to lock her down before someone else does.”

Gaz’s words made him almost stop in his tracks, there was no way he was the only one who found you attractive. It made a fire burn thorough Simon’s chest to think about anyone else being attracted to you. 

He would not have someone take you from him

[bangtanflirt]

From Bully To Boy-Toy (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader

NSFW CONTENT: 18+ ONLY

Summary: When the campus bully makes you his target, you happen to stumble upon the submissive secret he’s been keeping.

Part 1

Warnings: secretly submissive Jimin, bully Jimin, condescending asshole Jimin,  soft femdom, thighjob, very brief handjob, humiliation and degradation kink, (not extreme), slight blackmail kink, a dash of revenge plotline

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It’s been eighteen hours since you ran out of Jimin’s apartment. Eighteen hours of processing what happened and successfully avoiding the man in question—not that it was hard, considering he had made no move to see you either. However, the dreaded time has come: your mechanical engineering class.

It’s alright y/n, just don’t look back and you won’t have to see him at all. Start fake coughing two minutes early so you can excuse yourself and be far gone by the time he gets out. Easy.

And through that mental pep talk do you finally find the courage to walk into class.

___

Apparently, you’ve been worried for nothing. Your plan of looking straight ahead has been working splendidly—with just a measly six minutes left before the scheduled coughing mission. You begin to relax into your seat more, guard coming down as class nears its end.

“Before I let you all go, I have to say that the scores for the first exam are in, and I’m very impressed with the overall class average! Now, it’s no secret that my exams are almost impossible to earn a perfect score in…but two of you managed to do just that. This is the first time I’ve ever had more than one person in the same class have a perfect score, so I think it’s only fitting to celebrate these students. Miss y/n + y/l/n and mister Park Jimin, please stand up!”

What the fuck.

Your positive that there’s a deity above you laughing their ass off right now.

With wobbly legs and sweaty palms, you stand up. Adding fuel to the fire, Professor Cho makes the two of you share how you studied and advice for the other students, keeping you there until the last damn second of class.

You spill out of class in a hurry, with your bag not even zipped up. Well, not zipped up until someone comes up behind you and zips it…the one person you did not want to ever see again. Without warning, he pulls you by the backpack strap to the nearest storage room.

“Did you tell anyone about what you saw yesterday?”

He’s staring you down, but the usually menacing look has a glint of hesitance in it.

“No”

“Good. You saw nothing, understand? Speak of it to anyone and I’ll make your life hell on earth.”

You nod, wanting the interaction to be over already. You’re about to reach for the door handle when he speaks up again.

“Also, I read your essay and it was pretty mediocre, so I decided not to turn it in.”

 You freeze, confusion and shock taking over.

“What…what do you mean?”

“I submitted the one I wrote instead.”

“You wrote one? B-but you told me to—”

“I know what I told you sweetheart. This was the plan y/n. It wasn’t about getting you to write my paper—I think the exam scores prove I know the material like the back of my hand—it was about making sure you don’t have time to write your own. You were getting a little close to my class ranking, so I thought I’d knock you down a peg. Besides, I would never turn in someone else’s work…that’s cheating, silly!”

That’s when your blood starts boiling. You’ve slaved over that essay for weeks and this is why? So Park Jimin could play you like a pawn in his egotistic 4D chess game? You don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation, stress, or caffeine high that makes you snap, but those words bring all of your rage and frustration to the forefront.

Before you know it, you’re lunging and cornering him between your body and the wall. It’s clear on his startled face that he wasn’t expecting any push back.

Your voice holds a steady rage: enough to get your message across without being loud enough for anyone to come check the storage room.

“You’re such a fucking lowlife. You know that, Park? Thinking you can do whatever you want just because you have daddy’s wallet. Everything’s just a game, isn’t it? I was torturing myself trying to write your paper all the while you were jerking off on your pillow to some femdom fetish porn. Fuck. You.”

The distraught look on the boy’s face gives you satisfaction…but it’s when he looks down and shifts uncomfortably that you realize he’s not distraught for the reasons you thought.

This man is unbelievable.

The rational part of your brain would walk out of there right now, but that part has checked out for the day. Instead, you find yourself eyeing the man like prey. Maybe it’s time to make him squirm the way he likes to make others.

“Oh, this is rich. Did me yelling at you really get you hard, Park?”

He gulps, heart beating loud enough to break out of his chest.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Your new sultry tone causes a soft whine to escape his lips. He feels his cock strain against his jeans.

“y/n, don’t play with me like this”

The way he whines your name is heavenly.

“But I want to play with you” you pout in faux innocence, raking your nails across his chest, “I want to play with you and watch you break the way you did to me…made me write that entire essay for your sick twisted pleasure. I was going to be the bigger person and forget what I saw yesterday, but I don’t think you deserve to be let off the hook so easy. Maybe I’ll tell everyone.”

There’s a sadistic glint in your eyes and Jimin doesn’t know if he’s more terrified by your threat or turned on.

“p-please no”

“Why not? Don’t want the whole campus to know the dirty things that get you hard, hm?”

He shakes his head fervently, still moving around to get any kind of friction from his jeans.

“That looks uncomfortable” you say eyeing his crotch, “want some help?”

His jaw slacks open at your offer, mind in a frenzy trying to figure out if your serious or if it’s a cruel joke. But his cock is in control now.

“Yes! Yes, please touch me!”

You smirk, stepping back and finding a box to perch yourself onto. Jimin eyes the skin your bunched up skirt exposes.

“Strip.”

He complies with lightening speed, practically tearing the clothes off his body until he’s wearing nothing but his honeyed skin. His cock stands tall against his abdomen, pink tip curved just slightly. You can’t help but chuckle at the way he’s awaiting further instruction. Boy, could I get used to this.

You motion for him to come closer, until he’s standing right between your thighs The next sentence you utter surprises you just as much it does him.

“I want you to jerk off using my thighs.”

The words are blunt and crude but saying them gives your lower half a jolt of electricity like never before., and Jimin isn’t faring any better either.

Nervously, he guides his cock in between your closing thighs, hissing at the feeling of being enveloped in by your soft skin. There’s more than enough precum leaking for his manhood to slide into a rhythm, but you spit down on it for good measure—and the boy almost blows his load at that sight alone.

It’s not long before his embarrassed, tentative movements turn into wanton, messy ones. You relish in his expressions each time his cock fucks into your thighs.

“I wish this could be broadcasted on every tv on campus. Park Jimin, the guy who acts all tough and pushes everyone around, moaning like a desperate whore. You know, if you weren’t such a dick all the time, maybe I’d let you fuck my pussy. But you decided to be an insufferable prick, so all you get is the privilege of rutting into my thighs like a little bitch.”

His moans get louder, forcing you to put a hand over his mouth for the sake of discretion. As much as you enjoy teasing Jimin with the idea of being caught, you’d lose your shit if anyone actually caught you doing this.

You notice his movements getting even sloppier—if possible. His breath is also more erratic, and you know he’s close.

In one swift motion, you release him from your thighs and use a hand to grip him instead. Three seconds of squeezing and stroking is all it takes for all that built up tension to burst onto his stomach, the floor, and your thighs.

The man holds onto you for the duration of his orgasm, legs too wobbly to trust on their own. He stays there for a minute after, collecting himself post-bliss. When his breathing steadies, he dares make eye contact, but much more meekly than ever before. His cheeks are dusted with a bright red blush, and his hands try to cover as much of his lower half as possible.

You take a nearby roll of paper towels and wipe your thighs clean, then toss it to the naked man.

“Clean everything up before you leave” you order, hopping off the box and heading towards the door.

“Wait!”

You quirk a brow, nudging the man to speak.

“Can we—um—do this again?”

You toss your head back in laughter,

“Of course we can. You had your plan, and now I have mine. I’m going to turn you into the dumbest little toy imaginable, too busy thinking with your cock to worry about things like grades and class rank—or how to piss off everyone around you. Get ready, Park, because this is just the beginning of your downfall.”

You turn on your heel and head straight out, leaving the dumbstruck mess of a boy covered in and surrounded by the remnants of his humiliating orgasm.

More humiliating than that though…you got him fucking hard again.

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A/N: Very grateful for all the positive feedback the first part got. Thank you to those of you who interact, because it motivates me to write more! As always, have a great day.

Taglist: @hzbbtsfanficrecs @namjooncrabs @kseoknj @taeriffic @pjmin-95 @cashia​ @ivykl33n​

[misslavenderlady]

Don't Be Afraid of the Dark 🦇

Marko/Paul/Dwayne/David/GN!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Summary: You're not happy about going into this scary haunted house on the boardwalk with your friends. When you come face to face with some vampires among the other scare actors, you soon realize there's nothing to be scared of in the dark. In fact, it can be quite pleasurable~

This was inspired by a bunch of videos I saw for haunted house exhibits and people catching feelings for the actors. The reader thinks their vampire faces are just really good makeup.

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Unspecified Genitals for reader, Nyctophobia, Fear of Haunted Houses, Poly!LostBoys, Strangers to Lovers, Stranger Sex, Teasing, Pet Names, Soft Dom, BDSM, Chain Bondage, Public Sex, Handjob, Oral, Blowjob, Voyeurism, Sex with the lights off, Taking turns, Held in place while fucked, Hypnosis, Vampire Powers, David w/a God Complex, Creampie, Aftercare, Vampire Bite/Feeding, Good/Safe Ending

You had rather mixed feelings about haunted house attractions. Every year around Halloween there would be at least one friend that would suggest going to a haunt at the local fair or amusement park. It was always a hard decision on what answer to give their offer. 

On the one hand, you loved Halloween and admired the passion that went into the exhibits. All the elaborate, spooky decorations and cool monster makeup were something you thought to be quite impressive. The workers and scare actors truly put their heart and soul into a good performance for the holiday. 

On the other hand, it involved you getting scared. 

Now, you realized that was the whole point of these things. The adrenaline rush people got from haunts was fun to them and a good scare added to the Halloween spirit. It was all harmless at the end of the day.

However, that didn't stop you from feeling intimidated by the idea of going into one yourself. 

You hated being such a baby, but the mere thought of going inside with no idea what you'd see or what would pop out to scare you was enough to give you the sensation of knots in your stomach. How could you possibly have fun when you were surrounded by terrifying things? 

Still, you didn't want to be the only one in your friend group to sit out of the trip into the haunt this year. The Santa Carla boardwalk was all decked out with decorations for Halloween. Rubber bats, felt spiders and more jack-o-lanterns than you could count. It was all so festive and exciting, but there was still that lingering fear of the haunted house that was set up near the end of the boardwalk. 

Tall, black tents loomed over you. A sign outside the area had a greeting written in bloody, red patterns: ENTER IF YOU DARE. YOU'RE IN FOR A SCARE. 

Your worried frown highly contrasted with the giddy grins your friends had. It looked so big on the outside, you couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like on the inside. You'd soon find out because one friend was pushing you towards the entrance and past the dark curtains. A whimper came from your lips but went on deaf ears. 

They were expecting you to join in on the fun, so you'd do your best to be brave. 

It was a rough start. You shrieked at a plastic skeleton in the corner and you cowered behind one of your friends when you spotted a scare actor staring at you from across the hall. He was in full zombie makeup with fake blood covering his hands and mouth. 

You'd be damned if you were gonna get closer to that guy. 

That seemed to be the pattern for a good chunk of your time. Get startled by an inanimate object and try to run away before an actor could get the jump on you. Sometimes you were successful and missed the scare. Other times you were not and it ended with you getting mocked for screaming like a baby. 

This sucked. You were not having fun. You were just stressed and frightened. It was impossible to tell what direction you were going and how much longer this attraction went on. You held yourself as you looked around in the dark for your friends.

"Um…g-guys?...how much…longer…is  th-this?" you asked meekly. 

Nothing. 

Not a single voice responded to your question. For a quick moment, you thought they were just ignoring you and it made you angry. When you realized the silence was because nobody was actually there, that anger quickly morphed into panic. 

You got separated from the group, and there was absolutely no way to find them. Darkness surrounded you, taunting your senses with the terror of not knowing what was going on. You could be mere inches away from another actor ready to scream bloody murder. You could be right back where you started and be going in a circle of darkness. 

It made your heart pound faster and faster. Your ears were buzzing loudly and your palms were getting sweaty from your skyrocketing nerves. You had never been so scared and confused in your life. Maybe this was a mistake. You wanted to go home. You wanted to cry. Fuck this whole place. 

It wasn't until you heard the whisper of a new voice that you snapped out of your panic. 

"Good evening, little one~" 

It was right behind you. Of course, you jumped from the surprise, but not because it was loud and overwhelming like the other monster actors had been. You were just startled to hear something so low and soothing for a change. Goosebumps peppered the skin of your arms as you felt warm breath on your ear.

"Wh-Who's there…?" you managed to stutter out. A low, amused chuckle came from the figure lurking behind you. Were they going to tease you as the other actors had?

"A friendly creature of the night, sweetling. Nothing more~" 

The voice sounded masculine and raspy in your ear. It must have been a guy. Probably one who smoked a pack a day if he had a voice like that. Then again, you weren't complaining. It was certainly the most pleasant thing you'd heard all night. 

Before you could even think of another question to ask you felt an arm snake around your waist, gently pulling you closer to the stranger in the shadows. It startled you but didn't give you the same terrifying sensations the other parts of the attraction did.

When your back pressed into a rather strong chest, you began to feel the spark of something more exciting. Something quite enjoyable. 

"Are you lost, baby?" the voice whispered, warm breath now on your neck. You swore you could feel lips nearly touching your skin. "Did your mean, nasty friends leave a poor little bunny like you to be hunted by all the scary monsters in the dark~?" 

Holy shit, where had this guy been the whole time? You got the scare, yes, but there was something else you felt too. Everything felt warm and tingly like you were in a soothing bath. All the anticipation for what would happen was now more intriguing than it was scary. 

Still, there was a remaining sliver of cautiousness about what could happen. This guy could pull a trick on you and only frighten you more. 

"I…um…I kinda got separated…from my group…"

You swore you could feel him smiling deviously. 

"Poor baby~" he cooed. "Why don't you let me take you to one of the rooms for a while? Let you settle that pounding heart of yours~"

His arm squeezed you in tighter. A hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in his grasp. It felt like he was wearing leather gloves. Maybe part of a costume? It felt rather nice against his skin. 

So did his lips when he pressed them into the side of your neck. You were so taken aback by his boldness that you almost missed his additional words.

"I've got a few friends that are dying to meet you, little one~" 

Fuck. Was this…turning you on? 

That was certainly the last thing you thought you'd experience in a haunted house, but this man had you practically swooning. It felt like a spell was placed on you. It beckoned you to follow this stranger further into the darkness. 

Even though you couldn't see a thing, the stranger helped as your guide in the shadows. His leather-bound hand slipped into yours, beckoning you to follow where he went. Fearing what would happen if another actor popped out for a scare, you held on tight and kept close to him, practically clinging to him as you kept your eyes shut. 

How quickly you were beginning to trust this stranger. 

It wasn't long until he guided you to one of the hidden rooms of the haunt. Even though you could hear the creak of a door opening and then closing when you were inside, there wasn’t any light in there either. Just inky darkness. You silently prayed the stranger would turn a light on.

“Is that fresh meat you brought for us, David~?” a new voice spoke.

You squeaked loudly, clinging tighter to the man who helped you find this place. His body shook as he snickered at your reaction. Apparently, his name was David. Maybe soon you’d have a face to go with that name.

“Down, Marko. Poor thing’s scared of their own shadow. We gotta be a little more welcoming for our special guest,” he said. You felt yourself relax a bit as he caressed your back, stroking you to soothe your nerves. 

You had another name, but now you were curious as to how many others were in the room with you. There were a few sounds of jewelry jingling and leather squeaking, but there was no way to tell how many others were present. You just hoped they were friendly.

“Awww don’t be scared, baby. We don’t bite~” a third voice cooed.

“Unless you beg us to. That’d be pretty kinky~” a fourth said. 

With all of the directions each voice came from you quickly realized they were surrounding you. It made your body feel a lot warmer than it already was. They sounded so ravenous and sultry, no doubt a persona they put on for their performance. Better to be around someone seductive than scary, even if it was just as intimidating. 

“H-Hi…” you managed to stutter out. They all snickered at your timidness, and that only made your cheeks burn more. “I can’t see any of you….is there a light in here?” 

You hoped they would believe that you just wanted to be able to see them face-to-face and not be absolutely terrified of being in the dark. Only little kids were scared of the dark. It was so embarrassing and you didn’t want to give them a reason to tease you some more.

“There are some candles we can light!” one of the voices exclaimed. Marko, if you remembered correctly. 

“But you should close your eyes, little one,” David explained. He had wrapped his fingers around your chin and tilted your head to look at him. At least, that’s what you assumed he was doing. If he could actually see you in this darkness then he must have had some pretty strong eyes. Or maybe you just needed an appointment with the optometrist. 

“I’ll tell you when you can open them. Just gotta give you fair warning before you see the big, bad monsters~”

You shuddered at the sound of his voice. It was no louder than a whisper, yet it felt like it was echoing in your head. At least he was nice enough to give you some warning. You did as he asked, shutting your eyes and waiting for him and the others to let in some light.

More sounds greeted your ears. A flick of a lighter, a slight woosh of a few candle wicks being lit, and the strangers moving around in the dark. The anticipation was making your heart race. It was a better feeling than the fear of other actors jumping out in front of you. Still, you had no idea what to expect when you opened your eyes. 

“Don’t be frightened, darling. Just open your pretty eyes~”

With a deep breath, you did as he said. For a brief second your eyes adjusted to the low candlelight in the darkness. When you could properly see, you got a look at your new companions.

Four vampires stared back at you. 

Even with David’s warning you still jumped from the initial shock. They all laughed, amused by your reaction. At least they had a sense of humor about it. After the surprise wore off you forced yourself to properly look at them. They were just actors in makeup, that was all. Really impressive makeup at that. 

They had prosthetics in their cheekbones and foreheads, giving the illusion of sharp, angular skull shapes. On top of their fingers were sharp, claw-like fake nails. They all had contacts with bloodshot sclera and golden irises. As with any good vampire costume, they all had long, pointed fangs jutting from their teeth. You were surprised by how clearly they spoke with those fangs in their mouths. 

It was very professional-looking for a pop-up haunt on the boardwalk. You tilted your head in wonder as you gazed at them. Even with their spooky makeup, you could see that they were all incredibly handsome underneath. And out of everyone in the haunt, you were in a private room with them. 

“S-Sorry!” you stuttered out an apology. “I didn’t mean to flinch. I just didn’t know what to expect”

“Do you like what you see, baby~?” one of the ‘vampires’ asked. He had wild, blond hair and a bit of stubble on his smooth skin. Even with the contacts, you could clearly see the mischievousness in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling a bit bashful. Now that you could see how attractive they all were, being called various pet names by them was making you blush. 

“Awww Dwayne, didya hear that? They like us!” he said, smiling and nudging his dark-haired friend.

“Yeah, Paul, I did. I’m flattered~” the man named Dwayne nudged him back.

Now you had a name to match each vampiric face. Dwayne, Paul, Marko, and David. Four scare actors who were being more flirty than scary. If this was considered them doing a bad job at the haunt, then you liked the idea of them doing much worse~

David was the one to make a move first. He had his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he stepped closer to you. Golden eyes stayed locked with your own as you moved backward a bit. Despite knowing it wasn’t real, it was still a little scary being watched over like this. 

Your back quickly hit the wall behind you, a fake, paper backdrop of a dungeon wall for the aesthetic of the haunted house. Chains decorated the border, clanking from your movement. David looked immensely pleased as he pinned a hand up to the wall, boxing you in as he moved closer to you. Shivers ran down your spine as the space between you two closed more and more. You could smell smoke and peppermint on his breath. It made you feel quite lightheaded.

“Do you know why I brought you here, little one~?” he asked. His voice was much lower now. It was boosting your arousal even more. You wondered how obvious it was to the others.

“Why..~?”

David smirked at you before leaning into the side of your face. His lips were once again on your skin as he whispered in your ear.

“Because we’re so very hungry, and you’re the most delicious-looking human on the whole boardwalk~”

God, the sound that came out of your mouth was the most pathetic thing you’d ever heard. It was a mix of a gasp and a moan; surprise and desire mixed into one. The others snickered, clearly loving how flustered you were. 

Part of your brain wondered if this was true flirting or if you were just lost in a very elaborate performance by these scare actors. If the latter was true, then they could let you go at any moment and do the same trick for the next, pretty thing to walk by in the darkness. You hoped with all your heart the former was correct.

You got your answer when David caressed your cheek and leaned in to kiss you. 

Yes!!

While you were cheering in your head, you reciprocated the kiss by wrapping your arms around David’s neck and pulling him in even more. He sighed in delight as he moved his lips with yours, so eager for more. Your fingers slipped into his hair, eagerly tugging at his bleached strands. He growled lowly as you did so, enjoying the sensation. 

The hand that wasn’t pinned to your side slowly wrapped around the small of your back, pushing your lower half closer to David’s. You could feel the smile on his lips as he started to grind against you. It made you feel so desired.

Said feeling grew stronger when you started to feel his arousal pressing against your hip. You made yet another pathetic noise from the sensation. He felt so big against you, already hard and throbbing from just your kisses alone. Dirty thoughts of fucking a man you just met in a haunted house began to flood your mind. It only made you moan more as you kissed him so passionately. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot~” Marko said with a growl.

“Mmmhmm….’s turning me on~” Dwayne agreed.

“C’mon David, we wanna taste of them too!!” Paul whined, clearly overcome with lust.

David released you, growling in annoyance as he did so. It was directed at his friends, not you. To keep you occupied while he scolded them, he slipped his hand down further and squeezed your ass. It was getting more and more difficult to hold back your noises the more he played with you.

“You’ll all get your turn soon. Don’t make me have to punish you for being impatient, Paulie~” he told the other blond. Even in your haze of lust, you wondered what kind of relationship these four had. Were they co-actors, friends, or lovers of one another? Maybe they were all three. If they were very close, then they must share everything.

It seemed like they wanted to share you now.

When he turned his attention back to you David’s devious smile returned. You could see a glint in his eye, even with his contacts. It was amazing how real everything felt. Your heart was racing, and not from fear like it was before.

“You know something, little one?” David started. “Those chains on the wall aren’t some plastic props. They’re real. Strong enough to keep anything in place. Including a squirmy, excited human plaything~”

You audibly gulped as you eyed the chains. Now that you were looking more closely, they looked like something that was recently bought at a hardware store. You knew exactly what David was implying with this. Figures that the guy dressed as a vampire would be a little bit kinky. If this night would be even more in your favor, then all of them would be that way too~

“Bet you’d look so pretty bound and presented for us, baby. Ready and willing to let us take what we want~”

If the other boys didn’t look hungry before, they looked positively starved for you now. You could see how David would be the leader of their group. So confident and assertive with what he wanted from you.

“D-David…~” you stuttered, feeling more breathless than ever. “We just met….we’re in public….this is happening so fast…”

He cocked his head to the side. So curious and intrigued. 

“Is that a ‘no’?”

A flirtatious smile stretched across your face.

“I never said that~”

It was all such a rush. David’s lips crashed against yours, now moving much faster as his desire increased. He guided your arms upward so he could slip off your top, exposing you for him and the others to see. You moved your legs apart so it was easier for him to yank down your pants and underwear. You frantically kicked off your shoes so he could get the rest of your clothes off. 

"Now aren't you a pretty sight to see, my dear~" David purred. He was practically drinking in your appearance while he pulled down the end of one of the chains. 

"Damn, babe! You've got a rockin' body. Makes me wanna fuck all night~" Paul added. He was squeezing his erection through his tight pants. 

Dwayne and Marko were no different. They eyed you with a deep hunger, running their tongues over their fangs as they watched David handle you. They glistened and shined in the candlelight. For something fake, they looked rather sharp to you. 

David grabbed your chin again, making you turn your attention back to him as held the shackle in his other hand. 

"Stay still for me~" he cooed. 

You did as he said, standing in place as he clasped the shackle around your wrists, holding them together while he yanked the other end of the chain upward. Your arms lifted and you were presented to them as their naked, eager prisoner. They all moved closer, surrounding you in a semi-circle while they looked you up and down. It made your skin feel warm and your stomach flutter knowing they wanted you so badly. 

"Let Dwayne have his turn first, little one. He's the most gentle out of all of us~" David explained, nudging his dark-haired friend. 

Marko and Paul's whining were ignored as you were completely focused on the handsome man making his way closer to you. He smiled wickedly while stroking your cheek with his clawed finger. Seeing him up close made you realize he didn't have a shirt on under his jacket and with a body like that, he shouldn't have to cover up~

"Let's get that perfect body nice and warmed up for the others, sweet thing~" he whispered, voice deep and smooth in your ear. If the chain wasn't holding you up you'd surely faint and fall to the ground. 

He went in for a kiss of his own, slower and deeper and oh-so delicious. Moans were traded between the two of you while he trailed his fingertips over your naked form. It was rather cool to the touch. It caused you to shiver as he ghosted over your neck, your collarbone, your sensitive nipples, and down your stomach before finding the aching heat in between your legs.

Your knees were shaking with anticipation as he inched closer and closer, teasing you for a moment or two. He chuckled darkly when you let out a whine of impatience. 

"Shh shhhh, don't cry, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you~"

When he finally dove in you realized he was an honest man who was good on his promises. Your head fell back and a sigh came from your lips as his strong fingers began to move. His touch was absolutely perfect. Not too fast or too slow. Not too hard or too soft. It was as if he had known your body for years already. 

You found yourself moving your hips to match his rhythm, grinding against the skilled hand as he touched you. It made your brain go hazy and your body heat rise. When you felt the heat of his lips on your neck you leaned in more letting him fill the most sensitive spots with kisses and small licks. 

"Ooh God, Dwayne~" you moaned out for him. By the sound of his amused chuckling, he enjoyed your voice saying his name quite immensely. 

"You're already making such a mess on my fingers~" he teased. "How about I let Marko have a turn to clean it up~?"

You nodded quickly, hating the idea of Dwayne stepping aside but loving the possibility of a mouth on you more. He reluctantly pulled his hand away before giving you another chaste kiss. When he released you completely, the curly-haired vampire came to take his place. 

"Goddamn, what a sight you are right now~” he teased, getting a good look at how hot and bothered you were. He leaned in for a soft kiss on your lips before continuing to speak. “You’re in luck, cutie. I give the best head out of all four of us~”

You giggled as the others scoffed and called bullshit on that statement, no doubt believing they were each the best. Still, you’d give Marko the chance to prove himself. He kept his spooky-looking eyes on yours as he slipped down onto his knees. His hands were covered with leather, fingerless gloves, and the material on your skin as he rubbed your thighs was quite a nice sensation. The rubbing turned into a sensual massage as he leaned in to lick a stripe over your sex.

“Sh-Shit, Marko!!” you whimpered, not expecting it to already feel so good. That certainly put a smile on his face. He held your gaze as he glided his tongue over the hot flesh over and over, making patterns and shapes to see what made you shiver and moan the most. The louder you got, the more he did those special motions.

One of his hands moved underneath your thigh in order to hoist the leg over his shoulder. He was so bold and so eager, it was making your heart flutter. That, and the fucking magic he was working with his mouth. 

Just like with Dwayne you moved your hips in motion with Marko, getting into the rhythm so you’d feel your best. Every kiss, lick, and suck was pure bliss and it was making you feel dizzy with pleasure. He was supposed to be cleaning up the mess you were making, but the way his tongue was working its magic on you was only making it worse. Not that you were complaining~

It was getting harder and harder to stay put. The chains rattled as you shook and shivered, feeling jolts move your body against your will. It was getting harder for Marko to keep you in place. He pulled his mouth off of you and tutted in mock disappointment.

“Such a squirmy little bunny, aren’t you~?” he teased. “How are we gonna give you what you want if you can’t stay still~?”

“Maybe you need to be punished so you can properly behave for us~” Paul spoke up from the side. “I think being put to work while on your knees would be a good way to discipline you~”

Marko looked over to his friend and watched in amusement as Paul had already begun to unbutton his pants and slip off his belt. You were staring at him too, practically drooling at the impressive cock he whipped out. He returned the gaze as he made his way over to you, letting Marko step back before standing in front of you. 

“What gorgeous-looking lips ya have~” he purred, diving in for a kiss of his own. He was so energetic and eager, it made you squeak in surprise. “Wanna see them wrapped around my dick~”

Your cheeks were flushed as he loosened the chain that held you up. Slowly you were lowered onto the floor, your knees pressing into the ground as you looked up at the blond. He slowly jerked his cock, carefully moving so he wouldn’t hurt himself with the nails on his fingers. The closer you looked the sharper they appeared. 

“Open your mouth, sugar~”

You were more than happy to do as he asked. With your lips parted nice and wide and your tongue stuck out, Paul moved closer to you, pressing one hand against the wall and the other still wrapped around his dick. He smiled mischievously at you as he tapped the tip against your tongue, giving you a small taste of what was to come. 

He pushed his hips forward, allowing the length to slip further into your mouth. It was hard not being able to touch him but you still welcomed every part of him inside of you. Your lashes fluttered while you gazed up at him, slowly beginning to suck his cock. When you felt comfortable and adjusted to his size, you began to bob your head up and down, building a pace that satisfied him immensely. 

“Oh fuck yeah~” he said with a breathy laugh. He placed a hand on top of your head, silently encouraging you to keep up with what you were doing. “Suck it, baby. Suck it all you want~”

No need to tell you twice. You hummed softly as you kept his cock hot and wet in your mouth. With the size so easily filling your throat there were moments you had to pause so you wouldn’t gag, but the second you felt better, you were right back to work. Paul was clearly enjoying himself, his hips slowly rolling to match the rhythm you were using. 

You could have done this all night and been content with letting the handsome vampire use your mouth as a warmer for his cock, but David had other plans in mind for you. Despite Paul getting closer and closer, he stopped the two of you before any release could happen, tugging him backward. His cock slipped out of your mouth and a thin line of saliva trailed out of your mouth as it pulled out.

“What the hell, man?? I was getting my goddamn soul sucked out!” Paul whined, his fake fangs more prominent now with the scowl on his face. David returned the expression, not appreciating the back-talk.

“If anyone is gonna cum inside them, it’ll be me,” David said sternly. He was practically hissing his words out. Paul got the message loud and clear, backing off and accepting David’s orders. 

When he turned his attention back to you, David tugged the chain upwards again, making you get back on your feet so he could meet you face-to-face. He had such a wicked smile on his handsome face as he stared deeply into your eyes. It felt like he was right inside your head, reaching into the deepest parts of your mind with just one look. 

“Y’know something, little one?” he started, reaching a hand out to caress your cheek. Out of impulse you nuzzled against him. “As much as I love this attractive face of yours, I think it’ll be a bit more fun to do it with the lights off~”

You softly gasped as Marko, Dwayne and Paul each stepped closer to the candles that had been lit earlier. When you realized they were about to blow them out and leave you in the dark again, you began to whimper, frightened at the idea of being trapped in the darkness with no idea what was happening.

David’s expression softened. He placed the other hand on your other cheek, holding you tenderly while looking closely at you. Once again there was that sensation of him seemingly speaking directly into your brain, making you focus on him and nothing else around him. Maybe it was the fear that made you latch onto him more. Maybe he was just that charismatic of a person. You weren’t certain, but you didn’t dare look away.

“Don’t be scared, my dear,” he whispered to you. “You have nothing to worry about when you’re with us. There isn’t a thing in the dark that’s scarier than me and my boys. I’m going to show you just how pleasurable the shadows can be~”

The sweet nothings he said to you were slowly transforming your fear into desire. His promises were somehow convincing enough to make you feel intrigued by what he’d do to you in the dark. The more time you spent with him and the others, the more attracted to them you felt. No longer did you feel like being in the dark could be a bad thing. 

With a nod and a soft smile, you silently gave David permission to do as he wished with you. He looked over to the others and gave them the okay to extinguish all of the candles. With a soft blow from each of them the wicks flickered out, and you were once again shrouded in darkness.

It was still a little intimidating at first. With nothing to greet your vision you had to rely on your other senses to tell what was going on. You were lucky to have David right in front of you, still touching your body so you knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. The chain holding you up lightly clanged as he pulled you in more, kissing you deeply and holding the side of your head in his leather-bound grasp.

His tongue slipped into your mouth slowly, moving along yours as his hand roamed over your naked frame. The sensation of touch was much more sensitive and you felt yourself shiver with anticipation whenever he found a particularly erogenous area. It was like he was playing a game, trying to map out your body in the dark like this.

More sounds greeted your ears. One source was three sets of footsteps from Marko, Dwayne, and Paul as they surrounded you. There was a bit of giggling from each of them, but you had no idea who was where.

Another source was the sound of a zipper and the light jingling of a belt, no doubt coming from David as he freed his cock. Without any light you couldn’t see how big it was, meaning you’d get a bit of a surprise when he was ready for you. 

“Don’t worry, sugar,” Paul spoke, surprising you from how you hadn’t expected him to be on your right side. “David always keeps a bottle of lube in his pocket~”

“Speaking from past experience, you’re in for a treat~” Marko added, his voice coming from the left. So they really were lovers. The only thing more arousing than you having sex with David was the idea of all of them in an intimate, lustful embrace. God, it was only turning you on more.

The two blonds took over for David with touching you while said leader spread a little lube on his cock. You found that Paul was much faster and eager to grab and squeeze while Marko was more teasing, hovering his fingers over sensitive spots to leave you antsy for more. 

“Behind you, baby~” Dwayne whispered, directly behind you. It served as a warning so he wouldn’t startle you with what he was about to do. In a split second, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist before hoisting you upward against his chest. Your legs dangled in the air for a moment before Paul and Marko each grabbed one, holding you in place.

It was like they were pieces of bondage equipment. Holding you in place for David to enjoy properly. Despite your worries about being too heavy to hold for long, they seemed to have no issue. It was as if you were light as a feather to them. It was incredibly pleasing to you~

“You want the big, bad vampire to fuck you now, human~?” David asked you. His cock was rock-hard and poking your thigh. You were practically aching for him to put it in you.

“Y-Yes, David!” you answered, voice turning into a whimper. Even in the dark, you knew the others had to be smirking at you. 

You didn’t have to think about that for long because you were too occupied by the sensation of the tip of David’s cock pressing into your hole. It was wet and pleasantly warm from the lube, making his slow entrance inside of you that more intoxicating. Such pleasure caused some pretty lustful noises to escape your mouth.

“Fuck, what a tight little thing you are~” David grunted, adjusting to your body. Leather gloves gripped your hips as he pulled you down further on him. It had you seeing stars, it felt that good. “I’m gonna get addicted to you if I’m not careful~”

Now that wasn’t something you’d complain about. While he slowly began to pump himself in and out of you, the others put their focus on you, caressing your figure and holding you still. Of course, they were more than happy to use their voices to make you feel good too. 

“Isn’t this better, baby~?” Dwayne whispered in your ear, warm breath tickling your skin. “Doesn’t everything feel so much better when you’re hidden in the dark? Everything gets so much stronger~”

“Makes you itch for more of everything, doesn’t it?” Marko added, squeezing your thigh. 

“Even if you’re hidden we still know just how fucking hot you are right now. Wish I was the one plowing you though~” Paul said with a giggle. 

Their words sent sparks through your body, the pleasure perfectly mixing with what you got from their bleach-blond leader. David sounded so pent up and domineering as he fucked you harder now. In and out he pumped, moving his body with yours without any signs of losing energy. His grunting had turned into something of a growl, deep and intimidating while he took control of you.

You were desperate for more of this. You wished you could wrap your legs around him or scratch down his back, but right now you were positioned like a toy for him to use. It was so dirty and kinky and you loved it so. 

Instead, you made use of your voice more. This was no time to be quiet or shy. You threw your head back, feeling dumb with pleasure as every pump of his cock built your ecstasy. He fucked like a God and you’d happily worshipped him with your voice.

“DAVID! Oooh fuck, David, I want you! I want more, please~!!” you cried out. If anyone in the haunt was near the room and heard your screams, then you honestly didn’t give a fuck.

“You’ve got me, sweetling,” he assured you with a breathy laugh. “I’ll quench whatever thirst you have. Just let me fuck you how I want~” 

Each of your senses was overloaded by the sexual display. They hadn’t been kidding when they said everything was stronger in the dark. The three boys that held you must have noticed how you responded to such a thing because they all played on it too.

“You can hear so much more now, can’t you? The slaps of David’s hips, the sounds of pleasure…..they’re all music to your ears now, aren’t they~?” Dwayne moaned in your ear. He sounded just as turned on as you were.

“Bet your sense of touch is even stronger, sugar~” Paul added on. “Every goddamn thrust, squeeze, and scratch feels so good to you, doesn’t it? I’ll bet it makes David’s fat dick feel even better too~”

“Don’t forget the taste, cutie~” Marko whispered. “I know you tasted like a fine meal on my tongue and I’ll bet you enjoyed Paul too. Whenever David kisses you, the taste will leave you begging for more~”

You never wanted to leave this haunt now. Between the insane amount of flirting and the sensation of David bottoming out, you knew you’d never have better sex than this very moment. They all left you feeling satisfied, yet still greedy for more. While you took it all from them you silently hoped they’d want more of you too after this. 

Your moans mixed beautifully with their own. They all sounded so pent-up and eager for you, especially David. It was all getting to be too much to handle. That final release was building inside you at an alarmingly fast rate.

“Oh fuck! FUCK! I’m so close…~! Ooh God!!” you barely got out. It was getting harder to speak by the second.

“The only God you’ve got now is me, little one~” David growled loudly. He was sounding more like a monstrous creature than a human. If you could see his vampire makeup again, you’d surely be able to enjoy the look with that deep, dark voice. “Cum for me, human. Let me feast on your desire. Feed me, love~”

It wasn’t long before you did just that. After another few thrusts inside you, the intense rush of pleasure took over and you came beautifully for David. Your back arched against Dwayne’s chest and your legs tensed in Marko and Paul’s hands as you let the orgasm flow through your body. It was so perfect that you had to let your voice sing out even more.

“AAahhh! D-David~!!” you whimpered out. Such sounds continued when you felt David give into his own pleasure as well. His groans flowed out as he finished deep inside your body. His body tensed as hit after hit of his climax overwhelmed him. You could feel every bit of hot cum fill you up, and it made everything that much more exciting. 

You’d long since stopped worrying about the passage of time since they took you into this room, but now you grew curious as to how long David and his boys held you like this. The two of you were coming down together, letting relaxation take over your bodies. Panting and sighing greeted your ears, displaying the relief so well.

When you were finally ready, the three other vampires carefully released your torso and legs, letting you try to find your footing. They still stayed close in case you felt too wobbly. David tucked his cock back inside his pants before reaching up to unlock the clasp that held your wrists.

As fun as it was being strung up, it was a relief to be able to put your arms down again. In the darkness, you felt the blond take one of your hands and press soft kisses to the wrist, no doubt a silent apology for any pain or chaffing you had experienced. 

David held you in his arms while the others stepped back to give you a little space. Paul was the first to offer some much-needed light, pulling out a lighter and flicking the small flame open. It wasn’t a big difference, but at least you could see the vampiric appearance of your lover again now. He was so stunning in the light of the fire.

“Now then, my little human~” he spoke, a devious smile painted on his face. “There’s just one last thing I need to do”

You tilted your head in curiosity. When you did so, he moved to place his lips on the exposed side of your neck. A fit of giggles came from your mouth as he teased the area with a few kisses. 

“Close your eyes one last time for me. You treated me to dessert first…but I still need to enjoy my dinner~”

Before you could even begin to comprehend his words the fangs that were in his mouth pierced into your flesh, shocking your body with sharp pain. 

The already dark surroundings went back to pitch black as you fainted in his arms. 

“Hey! HEY! C’mon, wake up!!”

This was not what you wanted to hear right now. Grogginess was messing with your head, clouding your ability to think or focus. You had no idea how long you had passed out, but now you were finally coming to, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“DUDE!! WAKE THE HELL UP!”

You finally jolted awake at the sound of shouting in your face.

Eyes were wide and your body was tense as you adjusted to the light you had been without for so long. You were still in the room you had lost consciousness in, but now there were flashlights shining in your face and illuminating the area. 

Once you were coherent, you frantically looked around to figure out what was going on. For one, you were sitting on the floor with your knees tucked to your chest. After the initial panic, you realized you were fully dressed and cleaned as if nothing had ever happened. Second, your friends were all in front of you, all holding flashlights and displaying looks of worry and panic on their faces. 

“Oh thank God!” one of them said, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “We’ve been looking for you for a couple of hours now! We all freaked out when we got to the end and realized you weren’t with us. The boardwalk security has been helping us look for you!”

Another friend leaned down to meet you eye-to-eye. A guilt-ridden expression was on their face as they tried to elaborate.

“We all felt so damn guilty for making you do this. We didn’t mean to scare you this badly. We’re so sorry! It’s just so good to see you’re okay!”

The last of your group held out a hand for you to take. Still a bit disoriented, you took it tightly so you wouldn’t stumble and fall back to the ground. 

“You were sleeping against the side of the wall when we got here. Do you know how long you’ve been in here?”

After a brief second of confusion and mentally retracing your steps, you figured out what had happened. You must have passed out from both exhaustion and fear when David tried to bite your neck. He was probably doing another vampire bit and it scared you to an extreme. It seemed that they were at least kind enough to clean you and redress you so you wouldn’t be a mess when you woke up.

You were only left wondering why they didn’t stay. Maybe they were going to get in trouble with their boss if they were gone too long. It actually really bummed you out because you already missed those boys. You’d never had a night like that before.

Quick to think of an excuse, you told a little white lie about running into a random room and hiding out from the monsters in the haunt, and after crying you fell asleep. They didn’t have to know you got the fucking of your life from the very monsters you claimed to be afraid of. Thankfully, your friends bought the excuse and safely ushered you out of the room and towards an exit you had missed before. 

You were grateful for their help and remorse. It wasn’t their fault you got lost, and they had worked hard to find you. When you got back to the boardwalk, the light of the rides and the games felt so much brighter. Figures that would be the case after being in the dark for so long. 

As you all walked back down the path to the parking lot you felt comfortable enough to talk about the different decorations and monster actors you had come across. When it was your turn, you were eager to talk about your favorite part.

“I gotta say, the vampires were the most impressive ones. I’ve never seen such professional-looking makeup effects before! It was like something out of a movie!”

You had hoped they would agree with you, possibly catching site of one of the boys as well. To your surprise, you were met with confused looks on their faces.

“What are you talking about? The flyers set up for the event never said anything about vampires”

For a second you thought they were kidding. Surely they couldn’t be serious. After all, there were four in total and they all had gotten to know you very personally. But then you thought back to that flyer you saw as well. The haunt promised zombies, werewolves, demons, and mummies, but no mention of vampires. 

You brushed their confusion off, saying they were probably brought in last minute. Something extra special to surprise the people visiting the haunt. Everyone agreed that was most likely the case and you’d been the only one lucky to see them.

Perhaps if you were brave enough to go in a second time you’d see the four, handsome boys again. Maybe without the makeup if they wanted to spend some more quality time with you.

As you chatted more with your friends you were to brush some hair off of your neck. A shot of iciness ran through your spine when your fingertips touched an unfamiliar mark.

Two small holes. Perfectly circular and side by side where David had bitten you. Definitely not something caused by plastic fangs. Flashes of their genuine-looking monster faces came back into your mind.

Now you really had a good reason to find them again~