#halloween story
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I can't help falling in love with you
serial killer!Max Verstappen x reader || 18+
Summary: Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans, but after your parents' death you couldn't let go of it. After moving in and meeting your new neighbor everything seemed to fall apart, but you're too oblivious to notice the obvious.
Warnings/Tags: 18+, GORE (gutting), mentions of smut, kidnapping, restraining, torture, violance, female reader, creepy/jealous/yandere Max
A/N: It's Halloween y'all! So I decided to write a Halloween horror story :)) It's the first time I wrote something like this but I feel like it's good. And I've been writing it for past 2 weeks and can't seem to finish so there will be a part 2 on Sunday 😭 + sorry for typos 😬
Wordcount: 4364
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Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans. But there you were, standing in front of the small, falling appart house taking a deep breath and opening the creeking door. The noise was so loud you could bet the whole street heard it.
After one last breath you slowly walked in. The inside looked just as you remembered, but old, dirty and dusty. Family photos hanged where they always did – you were surprised your parents haven’t taken them down after you left – an old bouquet of dead flowers stood on the welcoming console – you already planned on keepping them as you loved collecting dried flowers.
Walking further in you noticed your old drawings still hanged on the fridge door – neither of them dirty or ripped – as well as all your magnets from various family trips. In the living room your baby blanket layed on the sofa.
It surprised you, everything as for right now showed that your parents never forgot about you even though you didn’t have any contact. You wondered if your room looked the same as you left it, and it did. You always thought your parents would change it into a home gym or something like that but it was left untouched, only your favourite teddy bear was missing.
Roaming the house further you’ve found it in your parents’ bedroom on the nightstand. Tears started to fill your eyes, you were so cruel for them for the past few years and they never forgot about you, even tried to have you as close as they could even though you were far, far away. Warm hands creeping around your waist shook you out of your trance.
“Hey, it’s okay...”
Your boyfriend George whispered and placed a kiss on top of your head before spinning you around and pressing against his chest into a tight hug. A few tears fell down your cheeks, wetting George’s shirt but he didn’t mind. You were greatful you had him, especially in such hard times.
After you calmed down the two of you went back downstairs to bring inside your suitcases and boxes with stuff. A young man, new neighboor, caught your eye when you left.
He was mowing the grass, or rather struggling with turning on his old lawnmower, and he noticed you too. He gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his neck while a soft blush appeared on his face. You chuckled a little and asked George to come over with you and offer help.
The man agreed with a sigh and soon you were standing in front of your neighbours house. It was way bigger and prietter than yours, which made you wonder and imagine what it looked like inside. It looked like a mansion outside so you thought it had to look so bougey inside too.
“Hi, we’re your new neighbours. Well... kind of... I lived here as a kid”
You explained quickly with a sweet smile.
“I’m Y/N and this is my boyfriend George, can we help you?”
You introduced yourself and George before offering help which the man reluctantly agreed to.
“I’m Max, nice meeting you. And I’m sorry for the problem... I really need to buy a new lawnmower but don’t really have time...”
Max sighed and smiled awkwardly at you while George tried to turn on the machine and you chatted with Max. He moved in a few years ago so he might have known your parents.
He admitted he was an owner of quite a big company, that was why he lived in such a luxury but you wondered why he opted for a small house in the suburbs instead of a flat in the middle of the town. He on the other hand, found out that you were a daughter of his late neighbours.
“They were good people”
He said, but you knew better. Max watched you closely as you talked, watched how your dimples showed when you smiled, how your ginger hair shined in the sun, how you fiddled with your fingers as if you were anxious but your demeanor said otherwise. Just in those few minutes the man was able to memorise your behaviour and ticks.
After a few tries and some digging in the engine, your boyfriend finally turned the machine on.
“There you go buddy”
He smiled kindly.
"Now excuse us, we gotta head back to unpacking”
He politely excused yourselves before leaving.
“I wish I could help but knowing my luck if I turn this shit off right now I won’t be able to turn it back on later. But! Maybe you could come over and eat supper with me and my friend? Will 6pm be okay?”
“Oh um... I-I'm not sure... We don’t want to be a burden...”
“Oh you wouldn’t, believe me. Daniel loves meeting new people and I could pay off the debt... Sooo? “
"I’ll have to ask George but I’m sure he’ll agree”
“Great! Then see ya later, good luck!”
“Good luck to you too!”
You waved goodbye before rushing off to help George with a heavy box. He insisted on carrying it in by himself, but you knew better to not let him or he’d break something, again...
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By the time the evening came you were done cleaning almost the whole house and unpacking just the most necessary things. George wasn’t keen on eating supper with the newly met neighbour and his friend but you’ve managed to convince him with a fun time afterwards. It always worked.
You changed from your house clothes to something more suitable but still comfortable for a meeting and left dragging your boyfriend behind yourself. You didn’t even manage to knock or ring the doorbell when a tall, dark haired man opened the door and let you in.
"I’m Daniel. You’re new neighbours right?”
He greeted eagerly, shaking your hands like crazy. The man was full of energy which terriffied you a little, but it quickly changed further into the night.
“Daniel don’t scare them!”
Max’s voice rumbled in the kitchen .
“Come in, don’t be scared. He’s just excited! "
Walking into the kitchen you could finally take a good look at the interior. It was just how you imagined it to. Modern with a hint of vintage, light walls, golden chandelier hanging above the glass table and fully equipped and up to date kitchen – which you could only dream about. It was beautiful.
You sat down by the table after George pulled a chair for you, as he always would. You’d never thought you’ll find yourself a true gentleman but there he was, all yours. Inhaling the scent of the dish made you remember about saturdays at home.
Your mom used to always make lasagna on saturdays, it was so delicious, you remembered it’s taste even now when you haven’t eaten it for years – and you won’t anymore. Max sitting in front of you with a huge smile made you realize the table was fully set and Daniel and George already started to eat.
“Something wrong?”
The man asked quietly to which you responded with a slight shake of your head and a smile, before trying the food. It was delicious, so delicious you couldn’t believe the blonde made it.
„Homemade or ordered? "
Asking bluntly you felt George's elbow poke your side. It wasn't really polite from you but Max didn’t care.
„Homemade. I know it tastes too good, but I tried my best and it paid off”
The man admitted. He wasn’t affected badly by your question, instead responded with a warm smile that didn’t seem to ever fall. Your honesty impressed while your beauty amazed him.
The supper was enjoyable. Daniel turned out to be a really sweet guy, just a little overjoyed, considering the fact he scared you a tad at first.
Following the meal came board games and wine, even though George wasn’t happy to compete with Max against you and Daniel, but you kind of addpoted the tall man. He was too cute to ignore, making your boyfriend hella jelous, but you were going to recompensate him that later anyway.
The two of you won every round of whatever game, which didn’t please Max. You could see it. You could see the way the vain on his forehead throbbed while he struggled with George, how his hands curled in fists every time Daniel laughed at him, but he tried not to explode as best as he could.
You felt bad for the blonde. Daniel later explained that he was a bad looser but worked on it and that such session was good for him. It made you feel relieved at least a little bit.
When the night started to fall and more and more yawns escaped your lips George decided that it was time to leave. You reluctanlty got up and gave Daniel a huge goodbye hug before shaking Max’s hand and leaving the mansion with George’s arm wrapped around your waist.
When you made it to your new bedroom – which was an old guest room – you insisted on pleasing your boyfriend just as you promised, even though he said you didn’t have to as he knew you were tired. But you were too stubborn and soon George layed underneeth you half naked as you undressed yourself, his hands roaming your body.
Sitting up the man wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer while his lips planted soft kissed along your jaw then down your torso. You couldn’t bother to close the curtains, no one could see you anyway, especially in the dim light of your small nightstand lamp.
But a feeling of someone watching you was constantly appearing in the back of your head.
After you, left also Daniel, leaving Max alone in his huge house - as always. The man didn’t feel alone in it, not anymore knowing that a beautiful and georgous woman like you lived just across the street.
Instead of cleaning the mess Max made his way upstairs to his master bedroom. Not turning on the light but instead opening the curtains letting the moonlight in, the man sat on his bed watching every your move, trying to remember every detail about your body and how it moved.
He wished he was the one laying on the bed, surveying your body, touching your soft, pale skin as you undressed, instead of your stupid boyfriend.
The blonde couldn’t believe someone like George was able to pull you, such a sweet and mesmerizing creature. Have you not noticed his humongous, terrifying eyes staring into your soul? It was quite long since someone caught Max’s eye the way you did. All of them were awlays already taken, but not for long...
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A few months passed since you moved back to your childhood house. Those few months were very calm and enjoying although you always had a feeling someone watched you. Watched your every step, every move, everything you did. Also some of your things started to disappear, or maybe it was just your amazing ability to loose them.
All the free time you had, you used to bring the building back to life. It looked way better than before. Fresh, pastel yellow paint graced the outdoors walls, pots filled with red flowers hanged from the ceiling on the porch, a white, wooden swing sat there too.
The only thing you still had to work on was the lawn, but you needed George’s help who worked longer hours than you, coming back home late in the evening, drained from life and any energy.
You told him multiple times to change the job as the money wasn’t adequate to working hours nor the amount of things he did, but he refused saying he won't be able to find a better one.
Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed the work and exhaustement, that's why he refused to leave. Him not having a job wouldn't have changed much anyway, you've earned more than him anyway and your salary alone was able to cover all the expenses.
Max saw that too. He noticed how you struggled alone with the lawn, just to quickly give up and go back inside, how you did all the chores around the house by yourself which clearly pissed you off.
He noticed that your boyfriend came back home late, not able to please your needs or at least talk with you. If it was him on George's place he wouldn’t care if he was tired or not, instead being all over you the moment he came back home, doing everything you needed him to and more, talking with you about everything and nothing.
He couldn’t let you suffer because of him. No... He had to do something about that.
One night George didn’t come back home at all, which made you worry. He could either be cheating on you or something happened, there was no other option.
To addition to your worry he didn’t answer your calls nor texted back. It was midnight when you heard a car pulling up, you shot up from the couch and run up to the window just to be disappointed immediately.
It was just Max coming back from work. It was weird though, he never came back so late. You sighed and decided to call it a day and try to contact your boyfriend the next day. But he didn’t answer then either, nor the next day.
You finally decided to go to the police station and report his missing. They took it immediately and they assured you they’d try their best to find him. But they didn’t succeed...
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That day George was back home way before you, wanting to surprise you with a dinner he was about to make, then try to clean the house as much as he could.
He walked into the house, not bothering to lock the door behind himself, then stepped into the kitchen and dropped the bags full of ingredients onto the kitchen counter.
After changing into home clothes, George started to prepare everything needed for the spaghetti, when he felt a huge pain in the back of his head and his vision went black.
The man woke up after a few hours, to the sound of classical music and sharpening knives. He tried rubbing his head, but was restrained, tied to a chair in a dark basement.
„You finally woke up Georgie”
Russell heard a voice say, but was unable to tell who the person standing in front of him was, because of the darkness. The lamp hanging above his head barely lightened him, not reaching far into the room. The man walked up to George and put his sharp knife under his chin, making him look up.
„You thought one dinner would be able to recompensate Y/N all the time she has to spent to keep the house in a good condition?... "
A sharp laugh vibrated through the room, until it suddenly stopped and the knife pressed against George's neck.
„You're funny "
The strange man stepped closer to George, the light finally hitting his face. Max smiled maniacally, he was going to have whole lotta fun...
Russell’s head hit the metal table, almost knocking him out before Max splashed cold water onto his face.
„Uh, uh, uh. No sleepin, we haven’t even started "
The man strapped him down then approached a trolley, his fingers running through the various torture tools he owned.
„What should I use first... "
Max wondered out loud while George tried to release himself, without success.
„Wha-what do you even want from me?! What have I done?! "
He screamed into the dutch'es face after he turned around, holding a pair of scissors then cutting George’s sweater in half.
„Oh you know well what you've done. If you were smart enough, you'd notice I even said it”
The man could feel Max's cold finger run down his chest to his abs. He picked back his knife and pressed it to George’s stomach, pushing it slowly in and listening how the man screamed in pain.
When the knife was deep enough, he made a sharp move, opening him up and revealing his intestinal tract.
„Looked at these beauties... "
Max peaked inside, opening the wound more and more while Russel choked on his tears. He breathed heavily, which was hard because of the toument, fear spreading through his whole body.
„Is this really... J-just about me... Not having time?... "
He managed to choke out while looking down his body, the sight made him sick. Max's fingertips were already covered in blood, from touching the intestines, his lips spread in a horrific smile, eyes shining in awe at the sight.
„I knew... I knew there was something wrong with you... You better stay... Stay away from her! "
He tried to fight, but the slightest move turned into an unbearable agony.
„Well... It's not like you’re gonna do anything about this lover boy. Not anymore at least... "
Max shrugged and flashed George his white teeth then his hand dipped inside his stomach to soon pull out the large intestine. Russell cried out in pain, closing his eyes which angried Verstappen.
Throwing the organ to the ground he opened his eyes with force. He clipped his eyelids pulling them softly out so his humongous, blue eyes could stay open the whole time and watch the terror.
„You're gonna watch how I ruin you, either you like it or not... "
The man whispered into George’s ear, his hot breath made a shiver run down his spine, their eyes locked. Max's hand traveled back to the wound, slowly creeping inside.
„I want you to say it... Say sorry for your absence... "
He whispered once again before straightening up and watching George from above. He studied his face, how his nose scrunched at the pain, eyes desperately trying to close and chest rising and falling rapidly.
He liked that sight. No. He loved it. He loved to cause him pain, thinking it was fair and well deserved. The man pulled out his small intestine, inch by inch, waiting for the apology.
„I-I'm sorry okay... I-I tried... I tried... I should have... I should have changed the fucking job god!... I fucked... I know I did... But it's not a reason to kill me you psycho!”
With one sharp pull his small intestine was out and on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, some sticking to Max's face. In that moment he looked like a true serial killer and George started to fear about you.
„That's the only thing I wanted to hear. Now... See you on the other side”
With that words Max reached for George’s heart pulling it out with one go and finally killing the man. He then stripped him off the meat and the skin from the face, hanging the later made mask obove his desk.
„Well... It surely was fun... "
„Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you... „
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It was a month since you last saw him. The first few weeks you cried yourself to sleep which hurt Max. It hurt him to look at you in that miserable state, crying over a man that didn’t even deserve you.
Weirdly, he was the only person able to fully comfort you. He invited you over for dinner or supper every day or visited you to join eating so you wouldn’t be alone, he helped you around the house – even hired a maid in the first weeks to help you.
The man was so sweet and caring, he made you forget about George by the time Christmas came. He then thought he finally had a chance with you until you appeared on his porch, holding a hand of some strange man, introducing him as your new boyfriend.
“Max, this is my new boyfriend, Sergio. Sergio, Max is my neighbour – obviously – and my close friend”
You smiled up at both men as they shook each other’s hands, Max gripping Checo’s tightly giving him a death glare. Max understood you tried to finally move on and live a normal life, but why couldn’t you move on to him?
After all those things he had done for you, all the nights he’s spent by your side, all the money he’s spent on you, you chose some stranger over him?
Blood boiled in his vains thinking about it and watched your new boyfriend hand him a Christmas gift. He accepted it only because of you, smiling sweetly when you were leaving.
‘’I don’t think he likes me...’’
Sergio whispered as you walked away but you just shook your head with a chuckle.
Checo was just as sweet as George. You tried not to compare them together but it was too hard. You've noticed they were really similar, but Checo had way more time for you than George did.
You've also noticed the change in Max's behaviour, it wasn’t anything big but after a year of your friendship you knew when something was wrong, you just couldn’t figure out what. It started when he met Sergio and from then on he was so cold towards him, not like towards George.
The vain on his forehead was about to pop every time he saw you two together, everytime you smiled because of the Mexican, every time you laughed because of him.
„Was he jealous? "
You wondered but pushed that thought aside. He couldn’t, he was your friend after all.
Sergio was a dream boyfriend, a knight on a white horse. He helped you around the house, didn’t rush your relationship letting you get used to him before doing something and most importantly he truly listened to you and didn’t ignore even the stupidest of your fears or needs, not like George.
But the dream quickly fell appart when you let down your walls and the two of you got too comfortable around each other. He moved in with you without even asking, as his landlord kicked him out.
You couldn’t understand why thought. He had a well paid job yet couldn’t affort a low budget apartment? Well, turned out he lost it some time ago and haven’t told you about it.
From that time he stayed home all the time, doing shit, occasionally leaving in the evening for a few hours. He was really stressed and frustrated, sometimes rising his voice at you when you did something wrong, but then quickly apologising and offering a massage to comfort you.
But that aslo passed rather quickly and with time his shouting became a daily thing. One day he hit you. A juicy slap across your face, leaving a red mark.
You were fighting over his shouting again but this time he didn’t hold back. That’s when you found out how he really was.
Brutal, disregarding your opinion, caring only about sex and a ‘maid’, in one word – despot. Yet he was so sweet at the beginning. You felt fooled...
You were too scared to tell anyone, so scared the man would hurt you even more and you had enough of bruises and cuts you tried so good to cover.
No one seemed to notice it, beside Max. He didn’t want to mention them though, as he figured you wouldn’t like to talk about it.
Every time he invited you over for dinner you either didn’t come because Sergio didn’t let you, or came just for a few minutes before the man burst in and dragged you back home angrily.
Max couldn’t understand why you just didn’t kick him out and leave him. Only two months after Checo started to be aggressive he disappeared. You felt so good when he didn’t come back home for a few days straight and quickly threw away all his stuff. You finally felt free...
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Kidnapping Sergio was the easiest thing ever. The man wandered through the two , eventually stopping by one if the alleys and walking in. He lit a cigarette and watched the stary sky while waiting for a dealer. Soon a car parked in front of the alley, a hooded man walked out making his way towards Checo.
„Here”
He handed him the money and stretched his other hand waiting for stranger to give him the drugs. The man quickly took the money then tazed Checo, getting him unconscious.
Slowly opening his eye, Sergio grunted in pain. His body was stiff, half naked, laying on cold metal. The man looked around, the only thing he was able to see was himself, but he could hear footsteps from behind. Trying to roll his head up, he noticed his hands tied to some machine and a back of a man, quietly humming an Elvis song.
„Well... Well... Well... Look who has finally woken up... "
The Dutch smiled from ear to ear, making his way over to Perez.
„Verstappen?! I knew there was something wrong with you! You better let me go or-"
„Or what? "
The blonde cut in.
„It's not like you're gonna do something about this. You can’t afterall... Besides... You deserve it”
Max hissed turning on the machine that bit by bit started to stretch Sergio's body. The Mexican screamed, wiggling and trying to break free but was tied too hard, only giving himself more pain.
„You son of a bitch! You're a fucking monster! "
He shouted and spat on Max's face. The Dutch frowned and only turned up the speed slightly, after wiping his face.
„I am a monster? Maybe tell it to Y/N, after all... You were the key hurting her. Not me... Now. You better apologize”
He hissed and increased it even more, the screams and noises of breaking bones and muscles filled his ears, they sounded like honey. But Sergio wasn’t going to apologize. Nothing was going to make him to apologize for what he'd done. He'd rather die than say it.
„Fine... "
Max sighed unsatisfied finally raising the pace to maximum. Sergio’s body teared in half, blood splattered everywhere making the man groan in pleasure and lick the blood off his lips.
"Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you? "
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Marriage Dynamics-Happy Halloween
Main Masterlist Series Masterlist
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (18+, Minors DNI), AU universe, No Outbreak
Summary | Joel takes his wife out to a Halloween-themed party. A slight disagreement changes the course of the night for both of them but ends with Joel and his wife giving each other some much-needed attention in the woods.
Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Explicit Smut, Age gap (Joel 52, reader 37), married with husband/wife dynamics, language, fluff, arguments with angst, dom/sub dynamics (a bit), daddy kink, pregnancy reference (if you squint at the end), alcohol consumption, driving after alcohol consumption (don’t do this people, drive sober)- in the story Joel isn’t even tipsy with alcohol, piv sex, creampie (they’re married folks, and she wants it), body type descriptions (slight), reference to Halloween costumes. Sorry (not sorry) about this one guys, man it’s a rollercoaster ride like any marriage is with a lot of steamy smut at the end. Enjoy & Happy Halloween!
Word Count: 9.1 K
“I know mama, I know,” he said, closing his eyes and trying to will his impending release off a bit so he could give you what you needed. When he opened his eyes he looked into yours and saw that you were staring into his soul. You whispered, “I need you husband.”
Joel smoothed his hand over your hair and whispered “I know baby, I see you, and I’m right here.” Joel then bent down and passionately kissed you as he deepened his motions.
October 31st, Halloween
It has been a long time since Joel, your husband, has felt these intense feelings for you, his wife. Yes, you were beautiful, the mother of his 2 children, and a step-mother to his first born daughter Sarah. But something was different about tonight, especially when he saw you walk down the stairs in that black silk dress hugging your curves just right. Tommy, Joel’s brother and your brother-in-law, agreed to watch the boys tonight so you and Joel could have a night out for just yourselves. Sarah was already out of the house and in her second year of college in Seattle, so she wasn't around to help out as much as before. Your friend, Tasha, had convinced both you and Joel to come out to an adult-only Halloween themed party. After many discussions with your husband, and a few nights where he slept on the couch, you both had finally agreed to one night of adult-only festivities, including dressing up in costumes.
Joel didn’t want to do anything that was too flashy, as he didn’t usually feel comfortable doing things like this. You agreed that a simple costume, him going as Dracula, would be appropriate. After several discussions, you decided to go as a female vampire for yourself. Joel had teased you and asked if you were going to be going as Dracula’s bride, and you adamantly said no. Explaining to him that Dracula’s bride was older, had white hair, and never got much attention from her husband. When Joel teased you asking why that was a problem, your response was “I want to go as something different than what reality is.” Your statement had caused another argument where your husband was, once again, spending another night on the couch.
It wasn’t that you weren’t happy in your marriage, you were. But things with Joel Miller had gotten stale. You ate at the same restaurants, watched the same TV shows, hung out with the same people, and did the same things every day without any deviation. You missed the fun nights the two of you would have when you two were dating. You'd been together for 17 years, 15 of those years married. In the past the two of you would stay up all night talking, fuck on every possible surface of your home, including inside Joel's truck.
Even though Joel was almost two decades older than you, now in his early 50s, he looked good, really good. He was physically fit, had a little bit of a softer tummy, not the rock hard abs younger men had. But he looked good with no shirt on and just pants. He had a construction worker's build, salt and pepper hair, and facial hair that you found out that you loved. In bed Joel was amazing, always has been. He'd get you to cum multiple times if he wanted to, that is if he wanted to.
Over the past year the bedroom activity was nice, but lacked a bit of passion or intensity. He could get you there with ease, but you wanted your man to breed you, show you who was boss, edge you, something. You didn't know how to ask him for more, considering he was always so exhausted most of the time.
Joel owned Miller Contracting, his own contracting business. It was an established business for a long time, but recently it had expanded out and was taking on larger projects. About a year and a half ago Joel remodeled a client's kitchen. The client was a CEO of a major company, something no one knew. But Joel said he never cared, he always did quality work as if the person owned everything. He took pride in working with his hands and creating things he loved. The client loved Joel's work so much that when the large company expanded into a different nearby town, Joel was the person they called. He nailed the largest contract in history of Miller Contracting, it was a full time year around job that was going to take 3 years to finish. He hired 30 employees to help get the project done on a large high rise that was going up.
About a year ago is when the bedroom activity became lackluster, and that was the same time Joel started his large contract. He worked longer days, sometimes also weekends. He made time for his family and boys, making sure to be a present father. He attempted to be an attentive husband in the bedroom, but you could see how exhausted he was. Some nights you cried yourself to sleep as Joel fell asleep on the couch, right before he agreed to give you some much needed affection.
But tonight was going to be different, you thought. Tonight you wanted to feel young and alive again. So you decided to buy a sexy black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, that gave yourself a good amount of cleavage, and was mid-thigh in length. You paired it with some sexy lingerie, just in case someone went looking later on, someone you were hoping was your husband. After you finished dressing yourself, doing your makeup, and spraying on your expensive perfume (the one that Joel bought you a year ago as a gift apologizing for falling asleep early), you put on your high heels and then walked down the stairs.
"Babe, we gotta get goin' if we want to make it on-" Joel said as he turned around to see you descend from the stairs in your costume. Joel wasn't able to finish his sentence the moment he laid eyes on you. He always thought that you were a beautiful woman. But tonight, in this moment, it was like his heart stopped beating and he could hear Angels singing from heaven.
"Cat got your tongue, Big Boy?" you whispered as you got up to him with a sly smile.
Joel had his eyes focusing hard on your cleavage and your curves. When he heard you call him his nickname, Big Boy, he almost fainted. He hadn't heard that nickname since he dated you. It usually meant that you were in the mood for some dominance in the bedroom later, where he'd show you who was in control. He had to admit though that since having children, the whole play dominance in the bedroom had stopped because with younger kids, you sometimes had to be fast. He'd still take care of you, but not in the ways he'd used to. Joys of marriage and kids that no one ever talked about. He still loves you, but he did miss your sexual appetite. He just didn't know if he could do some of those moves anymore like he did 10 years ago.
"You, uh" Joel squeaked.
As the high pitched notes came out of his voice, you smiled and chuckled a moment to yourself before you said "what was that baby?"
Joel glared at you for teasing him. He then pulled at the collar by his throat, cleared his throat, and said in a husky manly voice "You look wonderful, darlin.'"
"Well thank you, handsome" you said with a slight wink as you turned to walk out the door, swaying your ass just a little bit more for your husband's roaming eyes.
As Joel watched you walk away he let out a low growl at how you looked. Joel wasn’t a religious man, but he definitely was thanking the good Lord on high tonight for seeing you like this. He took a small breath and let it out in a huff as he followed you outside, saying to himself "that woman's tryin' to fucking kill me."
The entire drive to the party Joel kept glancing over to where you were seated. You were looking out the window with a solemn look on your face. He kept trying to figure out why you had that look. Sure, the two of you have been arguing more. But he thought the both of you had made up, especially when he fucked you in the bed the other night instead of sleeping on the couch yet again. That night he made sure to give you two orgasms, and not just the usual one.
Unable to figure out what was going on in that pretty little head of yours, Joel decided to reach over and lightly grab your hand. He brought it to his mouth, kissed your knuckles gently while saying, "you look absolutely beautiful tonight baby. I feel like I just landed into a dream with you, one that I never want to wake from." He then gently placed your hand back on your thigh, and gave it a little squeeze before returning his hand to the steering wheel.
He saw that you looked down at your hand, like you could still see something there when you said with a slight sniffle, "yeah me too, and I hope I never wake up." Then you went back to looking out the truck window. In that moment, Joel felt his heart ache. Why did she just say that?, he wondered. "Baby, I-"
"Forget it Joel, it was nothing. I didn't mean what-"
"You meant something by it darlin'" Joel said, interrupting you.
"Baby, I don't wanna fight" was all you said to him.
"Not fightin' Angel," he said turning back to the road. "Are you happy or- or angry with me yet?" he said with a slightly shaky voice, hoping that you weren't angry yet.
"Joel, oh my God, no baby, I'm not angry. I am happy, incredibly happy. I just miss how we used to be, that's all," you say trying to defuse the situation.
Puzzled, Joel glanced over at you and said "what do you mean, how we used to be?"
"It's just, you know. It ain't as good as before" you say quickly avoiding his gaze.
"What? What ain't as good as before?" Joel questioned you. As you sat in silence Joel's stomach started twisting in knots trying to figure out what you meant. After a moment he said "Angel, please."
Silence continued from you.
"Baby please, please answer me? What ain't as good, is it our marriage you don't like, or?"
"It's the bedroom, Joel" you said with a rushed voice.
"What's wrong with the bedroom? Is it the decorations or-"
"I don't like how we fuck, ok? It's not as good as it used to be. It's honestly stale" you say with a sarcastic laugh. "Instead of me feeling like I’m fucking my husband, I don’t know, I feel like I'm with a total stranger. Someone who I really don’t like. I walk away hating it, or worse, feeling like no one cares. I just wish it was like it was before with us, where you'd see me, and actually want me."
“I want you” Joel snapped in defense, emotions swirling around his stomach and head like a hurricane. His mind was trying to figure out what was happening in front of him.
“No you don’t Joel, we both know that’s a lie. Sure, you want me because you have to. That’s it. I’m a checklist you have to occasionally check off. Must have sex with my wife, check. You haven’t really wanted it for years, cause if you did, you’d known that I wasn’t always having orgas-”
As you glanced over at Joel mid sentence, you were instantly mortified at what you saw. Your husband was white knuckling the steering wheel, grinding his teeth, and silently cursing to himself with glassy eyes. Somehow you had removed the compassion filter of caring and just started to let your mouth run wild. You wanted to take everything back you just said, but you didn’t know how. As you reached over to try to comfort Joel, he flinched and turned towards the door, away from you. It was then that you fully understood what had happened, you had seriously fucked up.
Joel felt his stomach tighten at your words. His wife, the woman who he cared about and loved deeply, wasn't sexually satisfied with him and apparently had been faking orgasms for a while. From what you said, somehow you no longer liked being with him, and that fucking hurt him so much and cut him so deeply. He loved you, and loved being with you sexually, but apparently you didn't feel the same way with him. So with a shaky voice he said, "Is there, um, is there anything you'd want me to do differently then if I’m not pleasing ya right?"
"No," you said in a meek voice.
"Are you sure?” he said with a huge lump caught in his throat. “It seems like maybe you’d want me to do something differently, cause apparently I’m fuckin’ this all up for you. So what do ya want done different Angel, please tell me" Joel said, trying to keep his voice both steady and even.
With a sigh you said, "Joel, just forget about it, ok. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just saying dumb stuff, I never meant any of it. I love what you do, can’t seem to get enough of it. Don’t worry, ok." Then you reached for the radio and turned it on to try to drown out the uncomfortable silence that now was present between the two of you.
As you thought about what you had said, you felt the feelings of embarrassment and shame creep up your spine. You didn't want to give Joel the wrong impression, and yet that's exactly what you did. It wasn’t that you hated everything he did, you just missed how it used to be. He still gave you orgasms, if that’s what you could call them. They were ok, but they lacked the major intensity that they used to have when you were dating. The more you thought about this, the more you realized that your wants weren't practical anymore with the current life that you were living. You silently sat there scolding yourself for opening up and creating another argument with your husband.
God, why can’t I just let this stuff go and realize that I ain’t ever gonna get it again, you thought to yourself. I mean, I got a great guy, a beautiful house, children, and financial stability. I should be happy. And you were happy, or at least you were trying to convince yourself that you were. The longer you mulled over this in your mind, the more lost in your head you became. The problem was when you got lost in your head like this you didn’t realize that you started to fidget your hands nervously, it was a tick that you had. You also started biting your lip and saying silently out loud “God I’m just so stupid.” These were traits that you did when you were really upset about something, but you never fully register that you do them. However, Joel knows these traits, knows them well. While you were overthinking things, Joel was slowly grinding his teeth, clenching his jaw, and allowing his anger to rise up in the pit of his stomach. He felt like a shitty husband, especially when he hadn't realized that he wasn’t satisfying his wife.
Underneath the surface Joel was seething, pissed off, and deeply hurt at the fact that he wasn't performing up to your standards. But mostly, Joel was pissed at your lack of communication on the topic for a long time. Telling him to forget about it, that you didn't mean what you said, and then scold yourself out loud all made Joel very angry. If you weren't satisfied in the bedroom, he wanted to know. He was your husband, goddamnit, and his wife's needs did actually matter to him, no matter what.
Without thinking Joel pulled the truck over to the side of the road, and then slammed it into park. He then turned and faced you stating in an irritated voice "look here little girl, don't you ever tell me something's fine when it ain't. Obviously your husband ain't performing up to his wife's satisfaction. And you better believe it missy, that I wanna hear about it if you're not satisfied. You hear me? Now, I'm only gonna ask you this question once again, and this time I better get an honest answer from ya. What in the hell would you like done differently in bed, if you ain't enjoying it?"
You sat there shocked looking at Joel seething with anger. Even though you wanted to smack him for that tone he just used with you, you also felt bad for him at what you did. You saw a man who was compassionate and who was hurting. He was searching your eyes, trying to find something to hold on to that you still were ok with him. You also didn't want to argue, but in this moment you saw the hurt look behind those fiery eyes of your husband who you just told wasn't performing up to the level that you wanted. He did care, that much was evident on his face.
You reached your hand out and gently stroked his face while saying "Joel, honey. We both are so busy in life with careers and kids, that we just lost a bit of that spark. You are performing great in bed love, but I miss the days where sex wasn't a chore. Where it was something you needed to have from me, and not something that was a requirement as a marriage. That's all."
Joel took a shaky breath and then let it out with a huff. He closed his eyes and said "how can I communicate it to you, for you to realize that I want you. That I never stopped wanting you?" As he opened his eyes, you saw that they were glassy. "I never stopped needing you baby, what can I do to show you that?"
With a smile you said,"fuck me like you used to Joel," and with that you leaned over and planted a brief kiss on your husband's lips. Joel nodded his head once and cleared his throat, as he felt a thump there. He then put the truck back in drive and continued forward. The rest of the car ride was in silence as Joel contemplated what you said. The only difference was he was now holding your hand and slowly running his thumb over the back of your hand, reassuring both himself and you that he was still here, and that he still loved you.
When you got to the party, everyone was already there. Joel and you walked inside together, but he was quiet. The only statement he asked was if you wanted something to drink and if so what. You told him to get you vodka and pineapple juice, and he said "fine." When he came back you noticed he was drinking whiskey on the rocks, which was only usually reserved for times at home or when Joel was pissed. You didn't let it damper your spirits. You walked around and spoke to people for a while. A fellow contractor quickly got Joel's attention and he was off in the corner visiting with him for most of the night. You found Tasha, your friend, and started talking with her.
After 10 minutes of catching up with Tasha she went for the heart. "So you and Mr. Grumpy pants over there, you guys fighting again?" she asked as she pointed to where your husband was sitting.
"No," was all you said while you took another sip of the second drink you had gotten yourself. Usually Joel would bring you refills of your drinks throughout the night, but not tonight. You saw when he got his own refill, but he never came over to see where you were, or if you needed another drink.
"Oh bitch, please." Tasha said. "Seriously, you and him at it again, huh?"
"Tash, why do you say that?" taking another swallow of your drink while staring at your husband, who has yet to look over at you all night.
"Why? I'll tell ya why y/n, you've been shooting daggers at that poor man all night. Slamming one too many drinks down your throat. So what's up hun?"
"I told him" you say looking down. "I told him how I'm not happy and…"
"No, you didn't" she gasps, shaking her head. You had spoken to Tash before about this and she told you that you needed to open up to Joel about it, but she never thought you'd do it tonight.
"Yup," you said and you proceeded to tell her everything that happened on the car ride over here. "Yeah and now we are here, wherever the hell here is," you say laughing at the reference of being in the middle of nowhere. Which is exactly where you felt your marriage was at the moment, especially when Joel couldn't even look at you.
"Yeah and who put you in that position girlie?" Tash says, staring daggers at you. You just looked at her dumbfounded, not understanding how any of this could be your fault.
With an eye roll she says "look, you needed to tell him you weren't happy, yes. But not right before you show up here, and not say it the way you did. That's a conversation for home girlie, not a fucking car ride" she says rolling her eyes.
"So what do I do Tash?" you ask in a defeated tone. "The asshole has yet to look at me all night, always talking to someone else. He hasn't even asked me for a dance either, and he knows that pisses me off" you tell her.
"Well, show him what you want," she said. When you look at her puzzled, not understanding what she meant she adds "For Christ sake Y/n. Go over to your husband and flirt with his big dumb ass. Baby, he's hurting. You just told your husband that he can't fuck his wife right, and that he doesn't give you what you want. He's upset, hurt, and angry at himself. So he's doing everything he can to not think about it, or you, so he doesn't ruin your evening. So go over there and give that cowboy a ride he won't forget" she says, slapping you on the back laughing.
You giggle at her in return and then say, "I suppose I can go over there and show him how a real cowgirl drinks" you say screwing your face up. "Good thing I developed a strong taste for whiskey over the years cause that's all he's been drinking tonight."
After looking at Tash, you give her a big hug and say "thanks chica for always looking out for me. I love you."
"I love ya too, brat. Now go get your man and make sure to fuck him good tonight. Show him how you ride a real bull" she says laughing.
"Jesus, Tash," you say laughing as you slowly walk away and go over to grab a whiskey on the rocks at the bar. You hated this stuff straight, but you were in the mood to impress the man who was your husband. So as you walk over to the 52 year old man, you quietly bite your lip and think to yourself well, here goes nothing.
Joel was talking to another contractor that you had recognized from the barbeque you held the year before. You remember meeting him there, his name was Dennis and his wife was Sharon. Dennis was about 10 years younger than Joel and still 5 years older than you. Yes, you and Mr. Grumpy pants were 15 years apart in age. You were 37, and Joel was 52. His wife Sharon was a year older than you, and you knew they had kids. But you couldn't remember how many, or how old their kids were.
As you approached Joel, you heard him talking about something with contract work, of pouring foundation, and how his one team member messed it up. You slotted yourself next to your husband and gently placed your hand on his leg, as he was sitting at a high bar table. After continuing their conversation, and neither man acknowledging your presence, you decided to move your hand a little further up on your husband's leg and gently squeeze it. When you still didn't get a response from him you slowly took another sip of the amber liquid in your glass, looking across the bar, as your hand slowly kept traveling upwards towards where you wanted him the most. You saw that Joel had registered your presence by slowly grinding his teeth with his jaw. As you slowly sipped your drink, looking the other direction, you continued your exploration.
When you were about mid thigh range you heard Joel silently take a deep inhale, followed by a longer exhale. You knew your husband, and knew you were turning him on. As soon as you got to his upper thigh you felt Joel very quickly shove your hand out of the way, then he readjusted himself on the bar stool. After a moment you felt him open his legs a little wider.
You looked down at your drink and smiled because Joel was giving you the warning not to continue, but also giving you the open door to continue if you wanted. Joel learned that move from you. He would always try to play with you when you'd be out on dates underneath the table. You'd shove his hand away hard, sit further up straight, but then once you'd relax you'd open your legs wider to allow him more access, if he so wanted. This was your classic move and when you grinned smiling down at your drink, Joel shook his head slightly laughing out loud to himself. Dennis took it as Joel was laughing at the joke he was telling, the poor guy. You knew in fact now that Joel wasn't even listening to him anymore, especially when he nudged your leg with his leg slightly. Telling you that he was paying attention to you with his body language, especially when he cleared his throat and then said "please continue" while looking at Dennis. When Dennis glanced away quickly you heard Joel say quietly to you "please continue darlin'" and then he nudged your leg again with his leg.
You couldn't let that silent plea go unheard, so after a few moments of rest to collect yourself and calm your nerves, you slowly started placing your hand higher up on his leg. This time you stopped one hand length below where you were last time, before he shoved your hand off. You let it rest there and then slowly squeezed his thigh, telling him you were still here. You slowly rubbed gentle circles on his leg in a soothing manner. He hummed his approval slightly, telling you that he was relaxed, content and comfortable with your hand position. But you weren't having it. When Joel went and took a drink of his whiskey you moved fast and reached to grab ahold of his crotch in a hard grip while adding a few firm strokes of his cock before you let your hand go. To an outsider it looked like you were scratching your leg. To Joel he spilled half his drink on himself muttering "Jesus Christ" while coughing horribly. People moved quickly around Joel to get napkins and you said "you okay honey? Don't die on me now. Here, I'll go get you another drink" and as you slowly stood you gave Joel a kind smile. Joel glared at you with steal eyes and muttered under his breath "trouble I tell ya, you're gonna fucking kill me woman."
You refilled Joel's glass, and as you were standing there at the bar you didn't know what your next move was going to be. You honestly never thought that far ahead. You knew you just walked right into the Lion's den and yanked the lion hard by the tail with a move you just pulled. You were racking your brain, trying to think of a good excuse that Joel would buy of why you did what you did when you heard behind you "you know, the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble. Tommy told me not to chase ya, but I didn't listen. Thought I knew what I was getting myself into. After that, I don't know anymore" Joel said, caging you between the bar and his chest, with your back against his chest. Joel slowly reached around and grabbed your drink while whispering in your ear, "let's see what type of liquid luck the lady's drinking tonight shall we?" He slowly put it to his lips and then hummed his approval as he downed the rest of the contents and slammed the glass back down on the bar. "You think you're clever at the little antics you just pulled?" Joel sneered in your ear.
You didn't respond right away. You knew now that you had pulled the lion by its tail, and that lion was named Joel, who was slowly snarling.
Your lack of response did nothing for Joel's mood, it actually made him angrier. He bent down and whispered in your ear "I asked you a question, love, and I expect an answer." He then slowly ground his pelvis into your ass, to show you why he was mad. He was hard as a fucking rock, and he felt himself throb in his pants. Your little antics spurred a different feeling inside of him, one that was dormant for a bit. The side to claim you as his in a very dominant way. The way he knew you loved and begged for.
All night Joel talked with Dennis, not because he really wanted to, but because he needed time to mull over what you had told him in the truck. Joel prided himself on taking care of your needs, so when he heard that he wasn't fulfilling that duty, he took it to heart personally. He knew what you liked, he knew that you were adventurous and wanted a man to dominate you in the bedroom from time to time. He didn't know why the two of you stopped. He tried blaming it on kids, but he knew that wasn't the only reason. He was pissed at you for not communicating this to him, but he was more pissed at himself for not seeing it.
You stood facing the bar and felt a weird array of emotions. You could sense Joel's anger, could feel it radiating off from him. Usually in the past this would excite you beyond belief. But something here was different, and it made you feel uneasy. Without thinking, the only thing you said was "yellow."
Joel froze and eased back from you. You said yellow, a warning that you weren't comfortable, and something you never say. He immediately turned you around and said "okay, why yellow?" as he took a step back and placed his hands in his pockets. He acknowledged you, gave you space, and now wanted to know your boundaries.
"You're mad" was all you said.
"Yes" was his only reply.
"Why Joel?"
"You know why, for the antics you just pulled."
"I was just trying to have fun" you said, feeling tears sting your eyes. This was not the way you wanted this night to go.
"That wasn't fun Angel," Joel said, taking another step back to give you some more space.
"Neither was you ignoring your wife."
"I had my reasons tonight" Joel said matter of fact to you.
As you stood there it felt like he just smacked you across the face with his cold truth. You thought he wasn't intentionally trying to ignore you, but apparently you were wrong. Tash was right, you should have kept your big mouth shut earlier.
You looked away and felt the sting hit your eyes of your tears. How did you two get this off track over the years? What happened to you both? You felt a burn hot in the back of your throat. You took a step away from the bar and pulled off your black lace lingerie panties that you had on for your husband tonight. You didn't think he'd be interested tonight in seeing them, but you wanted to give him something. You balled them up into your fist and stepped towards Joel.
"Here, Happy Halloween. I'm going home now, don't worry, I'll get my own ride. You can do what you want with them I guess, cause I- I'm-" and you felt the tears begin to fall. You shook your head and said "this was all for you tonight, and for me to be seen again. I guess I read the situation wrong. And if I'm being honest, I think I've read you wrong a lot in life. I get it, things are different now. I should be grateful for what I get, and I am. I'll sleep on the couch tonight, and you can have the bed" you say as you turn to walk away. After taking a few steps you turn around and say "for what it's worth, I think you're the sexiest man in the world, and I love you."
As you turn back around to leave, you hear Joel say "Red," and then you freeze. He's never said red, never. And now honestly you're too afraid to ask why. But you know the rules; you give space, listen, and then comfort. You slowly turn and see him looking you straight in the eye again when he says it again. "Red y/n, I said fucking red."
You felt a large lump in your throat at his admittance and anger yet again. You swallow, and with a shaky breath you say, "ok Joel, why red?"
Joel takes a moment to contemplate how he's going to communicate this to you. He takes your lingerie and stuffs it in his back pocket as he approaches you and says "one, you thinking that I don't want this or you. Don't. Don't tell me how I feel y/n, ok?" Before you can respond he speaks again.
"Two, you are not getting a ride home from someone else. You are my wife and even if I am mad or upset with you, I don't ever want you to think I'm not going to keep you safe and take you home. Baby, I'll always take you home."
"Three, don't you give me those sexy lingerie and then think I don't find you attractive, or that I don't want to fuck you. Also, don't ever suggest that I should do it with someone else. That makes me angry. You're the woman I want, and the only woman for me. Understood?"
You just nod your head. "Ok, and finally" he says while taking a step closer to wipe your tears from your face and more gently says, "Finally baby, no one is on the couch tonight. You were feeling neglected honey, and I'm sorry. You're right, we shouldn't have talked about it right before we arrived. That was wrong for both of us, but we needed to talk. Baby, I fucking love you and I'm so damn attracted to you. And for the record, I wasn't ignoring you. I was giving you space and myself space so we both could figure our shit out. And you get what you ask for in life with me, and more. If your husband ain't rockin' your world, I need to know. But don't drop that bomb on me right before we do something like this together, ok? Now c'mere" Joel says while giving you a tender hug.
You both stand together, holding each other for a moment in a comfortable hug. It's right here in his arms that you feel comfortable, safe, protected, and at peace. He's the man that you've always wanted. He's your husband, best friend, and soulmate. As you pull away you look your husband in the eyes and say "ok big boy, take me home and fuck me," then you give him another peck on the lips.
"No baby, I think I got one better" he says as you both turn to head out the door.
Joel practically dragged you out to his truck, and helped you inside. He then jogged around to the front seat and then left in a hurry. When Joel didn’t make the turn to go back to your house you looked over at him puzzled and said “where are we going?” He just smirked at you and never answered, just turned the radio on and turned it up while singing along to John Mellencamp's 'Hurts So Good’ song.
When Joel turned on a dirt road that wasn’t marked, adrenaline spiked in your veins. You’ve never been out here, on this unmarked road, but obviously Joel had. When he pulled up to a gravel pit, Joel turned the truck and started driving around the gravel pit and through some more trees.
“You know” Joel said, “that dress looks amazing on you tonight baby, kinda makes me hate what I’m gonna do in a moment.”
“What Joel, wh-what are you gonna do?” you whispered panic slowly setting in at how remote the two of you were.
“You’ll see darlin’” is all he said while he gave your knee a little squeeze.
“Joel, uh, baby. You ain’t gonna bring me out here and kill me now are ya?” you said with a small laugh, after all this was Halloween.
Joel looked over at you intently and when he looked back at the gravel path he said “nah babe, gonna do something much better.”
You felt panic spike up in your body and neck, along with desire. Joel was playing it cool, not giving in to your panicked state that you felt. He definitely had something planned, that much was certain, and you knew how this situation played out. You’d find out either when the time was right or if you used a safe word. But you knew that if Joel had something sexy planned that if you used a safe word it would stop, and you didn't want that. So you sat there quietly and tried to calm your anxiety.
Finally Joel stopped the truck and reached into the glove box pulling out a blindfold. He held it up to you and said “turn darlin’ we gotta blind fold you for a bit.” As you turned, you allowed Joel to place the blindfold comfortably on your face. When he was done, he kissed the top of your head and said “ok baby, color?” You knew Joel was checking in with you, to see if you were still ok.
“I-I don’t know” is what you said to Joel in a quivering voice.
“Yes you do darlin’, now come on baby, color” he said in a more soothing tone.
“Between green and yellow, honestly” you said while also adding “I want you to continue though, I’m just nervous and a little scared of what to expect considering all of what has happened tonight.”
You felt him gently wrap his arms around you and said softly in your ear “baby, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry for what has all happened tonight, trust me. This is me making it up to ya. Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen to ya, you can trust me darlin’. If ya want, I can take off this blindfold” he said while reaching to remove it.
“No,” you said, “leave it on Joel, I want you to leave it on.”
“Ok darlin’, I’m gonna help you outta the truck and then we are going to walk for a bit. I’ll help ya so you don’t fall, then I’ll remove the blindfold after we get to where we need to, ok.”
You nodded in agreement. Joel tsked at that and said “words darlin’, you need to use your words for me.”
“Yes Joel, I understand.”
“Good girl” he said while giving you a quick peck on the head.
Joel then followed through with everything that he said he was going to do. He helped you down and helped you walk through the forest a bit. You had never been out here so you had no idea what to expect. Finally after walking, and Joel communicating to you where to step, you two had arrived. He told you to wait for a second and you heard him walk around doing something, but you didn’t know what. Finally after a bit he was back at your back. He reached around you and told you quietly in your ear “gonna take this off from ya now. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell ya.”
You nodded in agreement, and he huffed saying "Angel, I ain't gonna ask again. Words," and he lightly nipped your neck and jaw.
"Yes Joel, I understand. I won't open my eyes."
"Good girl" he said while slowly grabbing your ass and squeezing. "You're always such a good girl f'me." He then gently kissed and lightly nipped your neck at your pulse point. Joel took his time going from your jaw down to your collarbone, and then shoulder. He'd nip you, then use his tongue to soothe the little love bite he just gave you. This drove you wild and he knew it. When he was done, he slowly removed the blindfold.
Finally after a moment he told you to open your eyes and what you saw was the most romantic thing you had ever seen. You two were in a little clearing that wasn’t very big, but Joel had lights strung all around the trees that were orange, red, green, and purple in color. He had cute little Halloween decorations all around, a black blanket on the ground with a dozen pillows. Two glasses of champagne, and a bottle that was sitting on ice already.
“What, how?” is all you said looking around and taking notice of the most romantic scene in front of you.
Joel stood to your side and said “you like it?”
“Oh my god Joel, yes. It’s so amazing. But baby, how? How did you do all this?” you asked wide eyed looking at your husband.
“Well, today at work Tommy and I cut out about 30 minutes into the morning to go work on this. The crews had it all under control. Tommy helped me, took us all morning and most of the afternoon. I picked all of it out at the store, and he helped me put it all up. Teased the hell outta me all day about it, but it was worth it if you like it.”
You stood there shocked and a little teary eyed at the effort that Joel put in. As he could sense your mixed emotions he approached you and said “I know things haven’t always been that exciting recently with us, and I know I’ve been exhausted and tired a lot. Baby, I love you more than anything in this world. Tonight, this is for you. For us. For us to reconnect and rekindle that spark between us. I love you” and he slowly kissed you on the mouth. But he quickly pulled back before the kiss could turn heated and said, “come on, let's get comfortable.”
He led you over to the pillows and blanket and got you situated. You noticed that he bought a whole pile of your favorite snacks and had them all out in little trays with covers on them. He took the covers off, opened and poured your favorite champagne, and then put some romantic music on.
The two of you spent the next hour talking, laughing, and joking like you used to do before kids, and the crazy life that you had. After you had finished the bottle of alcohol you said to your husband “this was perfect Joel, thank you” and then you kissed him on the cheek.
As you pulled away he grabbed your chin and said “that’s not a kiss baby,” while slowly stroking your cheek with his other hand.
“Oh it isn’t” you said teasing, "I thought it was" while gently batting your eyelashes at him.
"No darlin', that's not a proper kiss for your husband who wants you."
“Then show me big boy, show me what is.” And with that you heard Joel growl low and crash his lips onto yours.
The next thing you knew you were straddling your husband's lap and grinding down on his crotch hard, trying to get some friction. He still had your lace underwear in his back pocket. Asshole knew what he wanted to do tonight, you thought. You had a sneaky suspicion that Joel had the plan of getting you out of those lace panties sometime earlier so you could do this without any barriers between you.
After a few more glides of your hips, and a few moans out of your mouth, Joel was unbuckling his pants and taking his hard cock out and thrusting it hard up inside of you. As soon as he did that you moaned at him stretching you so fast and deep. “Fuck babe, you’re so perfect for me. Been thinking about fucking this pussy all day, fuck” he said while he started snapping his hips hard up into you. He wrapped one of his arms around you and tangled his hand into your hair while the other rested on your hip and he helped you grind yourself down into his lap as he fucked up into you.
The two of you were a moaning mess, both chasing your highs fast. “Joel right there” you moaned as Joel moved both hands to your hips and was moving them back and forth hard and fast. “Fuck baby” you said as you tipped your head back and gave over to your pleasure. Your senses were heightened dramatically outside and you were getting close.
Then you felt Joel wrap his arms around you again and then slam you to the ground pounding into you hard and fast saying “fuck woman, why haven’t I fucked ya like this before.”
“Joel” you whined, “baby, please, please I need to-”
“What do you need darlin’, come on, use those pretty words” he said while he continued to fuck you hard and fast.
“God, shit, fuck” you yelled as that coil inside you was winding tighter in your low belly, getting ready to snap.
“Come on mama, say it” he growled in your ear as he placed both forearms on the side of your head, giving you that contact you desperately were craving. “Come on baby, tell me or I’ll stop” he said, biting your jaw and neck in the process.
“I need to fuck so bad Joel, damn, baby. Please, let me.” you said trying to move him off from you so you were back on top. He knew what you needed, that you wanted to ride him hard and fast with your hips. And he loved it when you did, but this was something else. Something primal that was in Joel’s body, his need to claim you as his, to mark you as his. So he moved his arms underneath your knees and hiked them up and adjusted his position so he was getting more deeper inside of you when he growled “not this time baby, let your husband fuck ya ok. When I’m done, I’ll let you fuck me the way you need to pretty girl, got it.” he said as he swiveled his hips and slammed harder into you.
The angle he put you in was something that caused your eyes to roll back into your head. He was hitting those parts of you that were deep, that you had forgotten that he could reach. You wanted him to do this more at home and you made a mental note to fix the headboard so it wouldn’t slam against the wall and wake up your kids. You wanted him to do this position more frequently.
After a few more thrusts and grunts from both of you, you felt your walls flutter around your husband’s cock. Joel could sense it and said “ya gonna cum for me baby, you wanna come on daddy’s cock?” And as soon as you heard him use the term daddy, you were gone and your orgasm took you like a tsunami. You were mumbling incoherent words, most of them being shit, fuck, or Joel, Joel, Joel from your mouth.
Joel slowed his pace down a bit and slowly was rocking back and forth into you as your orgasm took you. He was giving you praise. “Good girl, good girl baby, that’s it. Don’t fight it, come on mama, you got it” over and over again. It felt like this orgasm took a time to die down, but Joel continued rocking into you back and forth through all of it. When you finally came back down to Earth, you opened your eyes and looked up at your husband. Sometime during your orgasm Joel had lowered your legs, and wrapped them around his waist. He was gently stroking your hair, looking at you like he was the happiest man on Earth.
“Wow” was all you said slightly laughing at how fucked out you were.
“Pretty intense there wasn’t it mama” he said while smiling down at you and kissing you passionately.
“Yeah it was Joel, damn. I-I didn’t know”
“See” he said interrupting you “daddy still has a few tricks up his sleeve there darlin.’” You felt Joel slowly start to rock into you back and forth a little faster but still at a leisure rate, giving you praises and affection. You, not realizing what he was doing, opened your hips wider for him and wrapped your legs around him tighter as he continued to rock into you. Joel just smirked at you, knowing full well what he was doing. He was building you for another orgasm, and you weren’t realizing it, something that he cursed himself for that he needed to do more often with you.
As he started to pick up the pace a little, deepening his thrusts you moaned “Fuck Joel, I-”
“I know mama, I know” he said, closing his eyes and trying to will his impending release off a bit so he could give you what you needed. When he opened his eyes he looked into yours and saw that you were staring into his soul. You whispered “I need you husband.”
Joel smoothed his hand over your hair and whispered “I know baby, I see you, and I’m right here.” Joel then bent down and passionately kissed you as he deepened his motions.
You needed your husband. You needed him to kiss away the pain you both had been feeling recently. The heartache of feeling ignored, of feeling left behind, of not finding a connection. That is what you craved the most, the connection with your spouse. It was in this moment, with the way he was looking at you, and how he was making you feel, that you felt the two of you were connecting again. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes as Joel slowly made love to you in the woods.
Joel rocked into you a few more times, loving the way your walls dragged up and down his cock. After a bit he stilled and moved his arms underneath your legs again to deepen his reach. As he bent down he kissed the tip of your nose and said “I’m gonna give this to you hard and fast again baby. And you’re gonna be a good little girl and come all over daddy's cock with that pretty little pussy again, ok? Then I’m gonna take you home, and fuck you on every surface of our house again, making sure you remember who this pussy belongs to. When I'm through with that, we'll end up in our bed. I’m gonna take advantage this one time of our boys not being home, and I'm gonna make sure that headboard is slamming so fucking hard against that wall tonight, getting deep inside that beautiful little pussy. Then when I’m through fucking ya every way I want, including multiple times with my mouth darlin', I’m then going to slow down and make love to my beautiful wife like she deserves. You got that darlin'?” he said as he kissed your nose again.
“Joel, if we do that much love making I’m gonna get pregnant again. I’m off the pill, remember, and about mid-cycle. I don’t remember us having that many condoms,'' you say laughing a bit at how descriptive your husband was at his intentions with you. If you were being honest, you were trying to ignore the excited feeling that you had about wanting him to do all of that to you. But you had to be serious, and had to remind him that you weren't on the pill anymore. Your body needed a break from the pill, and because of some weird lab test results that your doctor had seen, she wanted you to stop birth control and go back to using condoms for a few months.
“Well darlin’” Joel said with a smirk on his face “I guess I’ll just have to give you that little girl that you’ve always wanted then, ain’t I.” And with that, the two of you fell into an intense stride. Grunting and rutting into one another like two animals in heat, him trying to get in you as deep as he could, and both of you connecting both physically and emotionally with each other.
You eventually both fell over the edge together, panting each other’s names, him coming deep inside of you. Secretly you loved how your favorite Holiday gave you everything that you have ever wanted in this world. You loved everything about the man right above you, especially when he said "fuck wife, I need you" as he painted your walls with his white ropes of love. You fully submitted to him that night, and allowed him to give you everything in this Life and more. And when the night ended, with both of you finally sated, and in each other's arms once again. Joel finally gave you that little girl that you've always wanted.
A/N: Happy Halloween guys 🎃
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How do scarecrows scare all the birds away? They read them spooky stories, of course! 📙
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One Night With You ~ Pt 2
One Night With You ~ A Halloween Tale in 3 Parts
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Words: 3.1k
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Neighbor reader
Warnings: A little language, references to the sound of people having sex, masturbation.
Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and any original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content in the third act. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I don’t consent to having my work reposted or translated.
Summary: For @iheartsebstan who was my very first follower here on Tumblr and one I adore. 💕 It’s all about a chance encounter and how it can make everything in your life so much better.
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October 30th
You’d left work and darted into the market on the way home. Tomorrow was Halloween and you needed candy for that because they did trick-or-treat in your building each year. You also wanted to grab something for your dinner since you were on your own tonight. You grabbed a sub from the deli, a pint of ice cream. You were all set.
“Hey, there,” a familiar voice came from behind you.
You froze. Bucky.
“Hi,” you said turning around. Your heart sped up. “How are you?”
“Good,” he said, unleashing a smile on you. “How are you?”
You nodded, next in line for the cashier. Bucky followed the line of your gaze to the items on the counter next to you.
“Candy,” he said. “That’s a good idea. I remember getting a text about the trick-or-treat tomorrow night. Hang on.”
Bucky darted back into the store, way too quickly for your liking because the man’s ass and thighs were exquisite. He was back in a flash, carrying a huge bag of mixed candy and getting in line directly behind you. It had you grinning.
“What? Is it too much?” he asked, nodding to the candy, those stormy eyes warm.
“Better safe than sorry,” you told him. “I know what to do if I run out of candy.”
Why was he looking at you like that? Did he do this a lot? It was hard to put words together to form a sentence with him smiling at you.
Bucky nodded to your wrapped sub. “Is that dinner?”
You nodded.
“Invitation is still open,” he said. “I could make you dinner.”
Your heart fluttered at that and no way you were making the same mistake twice. Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay.”
His brows shot up, those stormy blue eyes widened. “Yes?”
“Yes,” you said.
“To dinner? Tonight?”
Did he have to be gorgeous and adorable?
“Yes,” you told him.
“Okay.” He looked like his mind was going a mile a minute. “Hold on.”
He grabbed a shopping basket and darted back into the store while the cashier checked you out. You’d just finishing paying for your groceries when he re-emerged, carrying the candy and a basket full of items.
You shook your head. “Don’t go to all this trouble for me, Bucky” you told him.
“It’s no trouble.” The cashier checked him out. She was really checking him out. Again, he carried a paper sack of groceries with his left arm and oddly, he wore a black glove on that hand. His other hand was bare.
The two of you were off, heading back to your apartment building. You went into your apartment to drop off your things and freshen up. You were just about to knock on his door when he pulled it open.
That smile. It froze you for a moment.
You followed him into his apartment to the kitchen table where he had a small metal device, a bottle of olive oil, and a shiny ball of yellow dough. He laughed at what must have been a look of confusion on your face.
“I’m making pasta,” he told you, grinning. “It’s not really something I make for myself.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you shook your head. “That’s why you asked me over, huh? To make pasta?” you teased.
“It goes better with someone to help,” Bucky explained. “You’ll see why.”
A few minutes later, you did see why. You were standing there while Bucky ran the dough through the pasta maker over and over again, making it thinner and longer. It had to be ten feet long now and you stood on the other side of the table, holding the slack up as he worked.
You loved watching him work. He’d removed his jacket and the dark flannel shirt he wore stretched across the muscled wall of his chest in a way that made it hard not to stare. The glossy locks of his dark hair just reached his shoulder. His right hand was bare. He wore a medical glove over the other one. You stopped yourself before you said anything. He probably lost his hand or arm in an accident and the last thing you wanted to do was make it awkward.
Once the pasta was to his liking, he collected it from you, motioning to a bottle of wine on the counter behind you. You opened it and poured each of you a glass while he proceeded to assemble mushroom ravioli like a Michelin-starred chef.
“Do you cook?” he finally asked as he worked at the stove on the filling.
“Not much,” you told him. “I can make a few simple things. I’ve never really tried going beyond that.”
“Your boyfriend doesn’t cook for you?” Bucky asked as he continued. He wasn’t making eye contact as he finished the raviolis, so it was less intimidating.
“To be fair, I’ve never really had any guy cook me dinner,” you said. “Until now… And I don’t know that I’d call Denny a boyfriend. It’s more of a casual thing.”
Bucky did stop there to meet your gaze. “Are you happy?”
Don’t ask me that. Don’t look at me like that with those smoky blue eyes.
Taking a drink of your wine, you shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“You know I would have gotten you flowers,” he said with his back turned to you. “But you work at the flower shop so…”
You had to laugh at that. “You’re here making me dinner. And you thought about flowers?”
“That’s the way you should be treated,” he mused.
“Denny missed that memo.” The wine you drank on an empty stomach went to your head. “Maybe I should get an official boyfriend.”
“Do you want one?” He gazed at you over his shoulder, a slight grin there. His eyes were soft, sincere.
“Let me see how good the ravioli is first,” you told him with a smile.
Bucky had a light-hearted laugh that had your heart clenching in your chest.
You cleared the small kitchen table and set it for dinner, asking him where things were. His apartment wasn’t any nicer than yours. But it was warm, welcoming. Or maybe it was just him.
He peeled off the medical glove before putting the final touches on the dinner he made. You saw the dark metal hand under it, precise threads of gold adorned it.
“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” Bucky held up the hand.
You shook your head. “Of course not. What happened? If you don’t mind my asking.”
Surprise lit up those blue eyes. Were people normally rude to him about it?
“I was in the army,” he explained. “Lost it in an accident.”
You nodded. “Thank you for your service.”
Now that you were watching, you saw that hand wasn’t just a prosthetic. It seemed to function just like a regular hand. It had you wondering if he’d been a war hero to have something like that, so technologically advanced.
As he served you both and you took your seat, met his gaze squarely. “It doesn’t bother me.” You nodded to his hand.
The meal was delicious, and it had been fun helping him put it together. Unlike what you normally did with Denny, there was no TV on. Looking around, you didn’t see one. The two of you talked over dinner. Good conversation, good food. You talked about the flower shop and working there. He asked where you were from, about your family.
Bucky honestly made you feel seen, valued. It was different. The saying “if it seems too good to be true…” floated through your head a couple of times. What if he was too good? What if he was a serial killer or…
After dinner, you helped clear the table. You intended to do dishes; it was only fair. He cut you off, telling you to bring the wine to the living room. You took a seat on the couch, enjoying your second –third? —glass of wine. He joined you on the couch. You’d poured another glass for him, but his focus was on you.
“Was dinner okay?” he asked, grinning. He’d angled himself so he was facing you on the couch, his good arm draped over the back of the couch. After a moment, you realized he was carefully playing with the hoop earring you wore. His touch was delicate, nice.
“It was delicious,” you told him. And that was true. “I wish I could cook like that.”
“You can,” he said. “I could teach you a few things.”
The wine and your frustrated libido had your body taking the comment an entirely different way. Down, girl. He’s offering to teach you to cook.
But that would mean more time together, right?
Your phone hummed in your pocket, and you pulled it out to see a text from Denny. It was terse for him. He just cryptically said he was on his way to your place and that the two of you “needed to talk.”
What was this about?
“Everything okay?” Bucky asked, drawing your attention back to him.
“Yes,” you told him, shoving your phone back in your pocket and rising from the couch.
“It’s him.” It wasn’t a question.
“It is.” And the evening had gone so well. Did Denny really need to fuck it up? I could just text back and tell him to fuck off. That’s what your head told you to do. Your heart was drumming out a guilty tune. “I’m so sorry to be leaving so quickly. I really am. He’s just on his way to my place and apparently, we need to talk. I have no idea what’s going on.”
Bucky rose from the couch, towering over you and only a few inches away. You could read the disappointment on his face. But he was still smiling, his good hand smoothed over your hair as you stood in the peaceful quiet of his living room.
You really wanted to stay.
“I’ve really enjoyed this evening,” he told you. “I’d love to do it again sometime.”
You’d been holding your breath, fully expecting to say something like “call me when you break up with your boyfriend.” But he didn’t.
“I would too,” you assured him. “Let me go deal with this.”
“So trick-or treat tomorrow?” Bucky offered, gaze down at you.
You nodded. You liked that idea.
“Thank you,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight.”
The line had been meant to mark your exit. He didn’t say anything until you got to the door.
“I’m here if you need anything,” he told you. “Okay?”
That had you smiling. “Okay.”
You’d just made it into your apartment when someone pounded on it, had you jumping where you stood. You were frustrated because you were having such a good evening and here was Denny all upset. Why? You had no idea.
When you opened the door, you found Denny there. If he hadn’t texted you with “we need to talk” you might have thought he had another fight with his sister. But this time, his source of tension appeared to be you.
“One of my friends saw you walking up the street with another guy.” He just got straight to the point.
“I was,” you admitted. “He’s my neighbor.”
Anger flashed in his dark eyes. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“Denny, I should be allowed to talk to my neighbor,” you pointed out. “And it was your idea for us to be non-committal.” You put air quotes on non-committal. “I don’t understand why you’re upset.”
His ire seemed to fade at that, and he scrubbed a hand over his mouth and chin. “You didn’t tell me your fucking neighbor was the Winter Soldier.”
Wait. What?
Denny rolled his eyes at you. “Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend, world famous assassin. Ring any bells?”
You just stared at him as you considered what he was saying. You’d never heard the term “Winter Soldier” before. But Bucky Barnes? His metal hand. Now it all made sense.
I had dinner with Bucky Barnes? And he’s interested in me?
Denny knew you well enough to realize correctly that you didn’t know. Slowly, the tension in his face eased. Shaking his head, he smiled.
“You didn’t know,” he said. “Okay, because Derek said you walked in here together.” Denny looked around. “And he’s not here so…”
Yeah, he’d wanted a no-strings relationship but the minute he thought you were trading up for Bucky Barnes, he’s upset?
“No, he’s not here,” you told him. Angry.
You were pissed that Denny ruined what had possibly been the best date you’d ever had. And come to find out your neighbor was an Avenger with a past shrouded in mystery…
Blowing out an exhale, Denny smiled, moving closer. “Sorry, I lost my cool,” he said. “I just… never mind.”
When he started kissing you, you played along. He corralled you toward your bedroom. You went along but with the realization it was the very last time.
Tonight showed you two important things. One, after having dinner with Bucky next door, you realized you wanted a different type of relationship. You wanted to have dinners like you’d had this evening and to have the other person in the relationship actually talk to you like Bucky did, to want to know who you are.
And two, Denny was going to be so upset when you ended things in the morning. He’d accuse you of ending things to pursue Bucky Barnes. And you were.
If you ended things now, you’d be in for hours of fighting, and you had work the next morning. If you ended things on the way out, you had a good reason that you couldn’t stay and say more.
As Denny undressed you and urged you toward your bed, you weren’t thinking about sex with him. You were thinking about Bucky and hoping that you hadn’t allowed Denny to totally ruin your chances with him.
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Bucky sat on his couch, his head in hands. He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand at all.
Yeah, okay, he’d followed you from the flower shop and “accidentally” ran into you. Sam suggested it as a way to talk to you again without seeming too eager.
Honestly, Bucky didn’t care if he seemed eager. He was. He’d been on a few dates since he slowly got back into the world. None of them had been like you. It had been so easy with you.
Denny had texted you and ended the evening way sooner than he wanted. Bucky would have happily talked to you for hours. Instead, you got that text and went running back to your apartment. Back to him. He thought your cryptic mentions of Denny were a sign that you weren’t happy in that relationship. That maybe he had a chance.
Maybe you’d just been playing him.
Still, Bucky had been trained to read people. You were interested in him. It wasn’t artifice. He would have picked up on it. Something else was going on here.
Denny arrived and started shouting at you about walking with the “Winter Soldier,” the persona he was working so hard to bury. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out that you hadn’t recognized him during dinner. Bucky was surprised but pleased. You didn’t have preconceived notions. He could tell you at the right time about who he was and who he had been.
But no. Denny ruined that. He ruined dinner. And now, the final insult, they were in there having sex and he got to listen to it fucking again. Had dinner with him been that bad? He thought he made a good impression, that you were as interested in him as he was you.
It was times like this when he wished he could drink to take the edge off.
While he wasn’t trying to listen, he did notice one thing. This time, he could hear your breathing, but you made no other sounds. No moans, no gasps of pleasure. Once again, no release.
What did you get out of that relationship?
Bucky went to bed early, hoping to escape into sleep. They were done by then and he was grateful. Still, he couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was going 70 miles an hour.
A few minutes later, he heard moving around. Your tread. You couldn’t sleep either. You went into the bathroom, running a bath for yourself. The sounds of water were soothing. Bucky loved long baths in the tub. What he wouldn’t give to be in the tub with you right now.
The vision in his mind of you in your tub, buried under piles of scented bubbles helped him relax. The sounds of water sloshing with your movements were pleasant.
Until he heard the water perpetually moving, a cadence that was increasing in speed.
Bucky huffed in frustration, dragging a hand through his hair.
You’ve got to be kidding.
You were pleasuring yourself in the tub, trying to find the release that the selfish bastard in your bed couldn’t be bothered to give you. Instantly, Bucky was hard as a rock. He slept naked so it was easy to slide his good hand under the covers to wrap around his aching cock.
Matching his rhythm to yours, he worked himself, picturing your small hand wrapped around him, your mouth, your pussy. Your pussy. Bucky gasped for breath. What would working himself into that be like? You were petite. How long would it take him to reach the end of you? Could you even take all of him?
The thought drove him insane as his movements sped up to match yours. You had to be getting close. Were you picturing him as you fought for release? Bucky hoped so.
It was that tiny moan you allowed to escape, it was a raw, authentic sound that had him shooting off, gasping as the white stream of his come spurted over his abs, his thighs. Bucky lost himself to it because it was good, coming with you…
Grabbing his discarded boxers from the floor, he cleaned himself, savoring the rare moment of pleasure, peace. It pushed his longing higher, his desire for you. You would be that good for him, he just knew it. And he could treat you right, the way a gorgeous young dame like you should be treated.
Bucky just hoped he still had a shot somehow.
It was quiet in your bathroom as he settled down, thinking he could sleep now. And he did. He fell into a deep enough sleep that he didn’t hear you crying in your bath.
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Spooky Stories from the Daycare!!!
Part 1: Beneath The Full Moon
part 2
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Sun asked for what seemed like the hundredth time. He was clinging so tight to Moon’s arm that Moon had to concentrate not to trip over Sun’s feet. Moon didn’t want to tell Sun to let go, though. He was finding comfort in his sunny companion’s hold, and it was helping him pretend not to be nervous as they walked through the moonlit trees.
“This is the way she told us to go. Follow the lanterns, and we’re following the lanterns… It can’t be much further.”
Deeper and deeper into the forest, they walked, following the light from the lanterns along a winding dirt path. As they passed through the trees, clouds slid over the moon, blocking its light and casting the duo into an inky blackness only broken by the lanterns on their patch, but even those barely cut through the dark.
Sun’s hold on Moon’s arm turned into a vice grip, and Moon stumbled slightly.
“M-Moon!” Sun whispered, voice trembling almost as much as he was. This was supposed to be a fun little adventure out to a forest cabin for a little Halloween retreat, but now it seemed like they had become very lost.
“W-We should have reached the cabin ages ago! We’ve b-been walking in circles, and n-now it’s pitch black!” Sun was starting to panic. He didn’t like the dark, and there were stories of creatures living in these words. Stories of people getting lost and never coming back.
“The cabin is probably feet away. Has to be.” Moon said, primarily to comfort Sun but also to reassure himself.
And then the lanterns vanished, leaving the two animatronics in the pitch black.
Both animatronic’s eyes glowed in the dark, but the light only illuminated a few inches, not creating enough light to see the closest trees.
It was Moon’s turn to grab Sun, letting his unease get the better of him, clinging tight to his trembling companion. What had happened to the lanterns? Why would they all go out like that? All at once?
They had been following lanterns… right?
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You looked down at the two trespassers from your perch in the tall oak tree, tail flicking behind you. They would regret wandering into your forest. You’d scare them, just like all the others, and send them running… but maybe you should play with them first? Subject them to some nasty tricks before sending them running.
You giggled to yourself, the sound floating through the trees and sending chills down the spines of the men below.
You could use your fox fire to lead them into the pond. They’d fall in and get all wet and slimy.
Or you could approach them through the trees in the dark, pretending to be a ghost, scaring them silly.
Maybe you could make spooky noises, screams, and howls to chill them to the bone before jumping out of them to send them running.
There were also trying vines across their path to trip them or shoving frogs down the backs of their shirts.
So many choices.
As you watched the two men standing below you, pondering what you would use to terrorize your victims, you found yourself wondering why they were wearing such silly costumes. Humans were so strange.
The shaking one appeared to be wearing some sort of halo of points around his head, making him look like the sun, and his companion was wearing a cap covered in stars. Both were wearing regular human clothes, but their heads were round like they were wearing masks.
It didn’t matter. They’d run off like everyone else and leave you in peace.
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Sorry this took me so long! I wanted to get this out sooner but life happened 😅. I’m just glad it’s out now. In theory the next parts will be longer but we’ll leave this short to get things rolling.
#glitter rock#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf fanfic#sun and moon x reader#fnaf security breach#fnaf sun and moon#dca fanfic#glitter rock writing#DCA ss#dca fandom#halloween story
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The boys with matching Halloween costumes with their s/o
Hi! Sorry for the late reply, I've been working on this idea for a while since it was the only thing that came into my inbox! I've been going through some stuff (lost my job, family stuff, etc) though so it came out shorter than I intended, but here's your Halloween story Idea! I hope you enjoy it
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You shook your head and finished applying your makeup, trying to ignore the sounds of the boys chaos as they got ready as well. Finding a group costume for eight people was difficult, and you'd left the task to them.
The level of surprise when they came back with only three ideas was very low.
Them settling on Snow White and the Seven Dwarves? Microscopically low.
The biggest issue?
They were all taller than you. So, unless Namjoon took on the roll of snow white, none of the dwarves would be dwarves.
But they'd elected to just continue as Snow White and the seven Dwarf-Giants.
Personally, you'd preferred Jin's suggestion of going as Mario characters, but such was life. Majority rules when it comes to halloween.
You'd suggested foregoing the party altogether and staying home to binge halloween movies in peace.
You checked over your makeup again and then went out. "Well, how does this look?"
They paused in their playful banter to check you over.
"Wow! You look so pretty!" Jimin said, grinning.
The others quickly agreed and you used that time to check them all over. "Well, you're the tallest dwarves I've ever seen."
They seemed pretty pleased with that.
"You're the prettiest Snow White in existence," Jungkook countered.
You smiled, pleased gestured toward the door. "Well, shall we go to this party?"
They agreed and scrambled to grab their last-minute things.
Your crazy boys.
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Send me some Halloween themed asks please! I'm working on trying to get a big head start on my Kinktober pieces so I make it longer than a week this year, but I really want to do a few Halloween themed pieces too.
They can be smutty, fluffy, even a little angsty. Send in stuff for:
Doctor Strange &/or his variants
Bucky, Steve, Sam, Loki, or Scott
Eddie & Venom (I really want to write for them)
Peaky Blinders - Arthur, Tommy, Alfie, & I'll throw in John & Finn
The Orville - Ed, Gordon, John, or Issac
The West Wing - Any & all
Send me all your spooky, sexy, &/or silly thoughts!
#halloween story#halloween theme#halloween#halloween requests#doctor strange#stephen strange#bucky banres#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#sinister stephen strange#defender strange#doctor strange supreme#steve rogers#sam wilson#captain america#loki#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#marvel fanfiction#peaky blinders#peaky blinders imagine#arthur shelby#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#john shelby#alfie solomons#finn shelby#eddie brock#venom#symbrock
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Eternal Bond - One shot Halloween Story
One shot Halloween story with all the stuff we like (fluff, smut, but watch out...sadness too) Hope you like it!
Summary: How much can a life change in just one night, if the man who loves you turns out to be an immortal vampire?
Warnings: 18+, fluff/smut, sex in shower, blood, vampire bites, death
Word cunt: 4501
You finally took your decision and quit your job. You were tired of seeing always the same people, every night. It was almost two years since you worked in that horrible night club, but you were sure that this wasn’t supposed to be your life. You couldn’t imagine that life was about to change forever.
The last night of work, you left the club with a heavy heart, not knowing what would become of you after all those years and you took your way home. Suddenly you noticed a dark shadow behind you. You turned around and right there, in front of your eyes, there was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Incredibly tall and thin with hair black as the darkest night and a pair of eyes blue as the deepest sea.
He approached you and he stopped just a few steps away, looking right into your eyes: “Hi!”
As he spoke, you could feel his deep voice echoing in your ears like an old song.
You tried to ignore him and walked away, but fast as a lighting, he was at your side again: “Ain’t ya talkin’ to me?” he asked gently.
You kept walking without looking at him. You found him a little creepy and you wanted to get home as soon as possible. “Do I know you?” you asked.
He smiled and kept walking by your side: “No, but I think we could get to know each other pretty soon! Do ya like the idea?” he asked standing right in front of you avoiding you to walk away.
“My name’s Elvis…what’s yours hun’?” he asked holding out his hand.
You were very suspicious about that man, you felt inside your heart that he meant trouble. But a strange force made your hand raise onto his: “I…I’m y/n!”
“Y/n…lovely!” He kissed your hand and your body shivered as you felt his lips touching your skin: they were cold as ice, despite it was a warm night. “Where ya off to?” he asked.
“I…I just quit my job and I’m going home!” you answered not being able to keep your eyes away from him.
“Why don’t we go for a drink instead? I would like to know more about ya!” he asked gently. You thought about it for a while, then, without even realizing it, you were walking away with him, right by his side, his hand holding yours.
“I think we should go to my place…if that’s okay with ya…” he suggested.
“To…your place?” you asked confused, feeling strange. That man could have made you do anything.
“I have a special way to make you forget about everything, a surprise if ya wanna say…ya comin’?”
Your last defence came down and you followed him like a baby follows his own father. After a while, he stopped in front of a great mansion. You couldn’t even remember if it has always been there. Stunned, you walked beside him and as he opened the door you walked inside.
“Ya look nervous baby…is everything okay?” he asked with his hands on your shoulders.
“Yes I’m…I’m fine. Can I..use the bathroom?” you asked embarrassed.
He smiled and caressed your cheek: “Of course ya can sweetheart, but I have a better idea. Why don’t ya take a shower? It’ll help ya relax!”
You couldn’t believe your ears. Was he really asking that?
“Don’t be embarrassed hun, it’s alright. In fact, maybe I could come with ya!”
Your jaw fell right on the floor. Not only he was asking you to take a shower in his own bathroom, but he was suggesting you to have it with him.
“Well…yes…I mean…no…oh God…I’m so nervous…!” you stuttered like a baby.
“Don’t worry hun, you’ll be much more comfortable after. You’ll see.” He said opening the bathroom door: “Go ahead and make yourself at home.
As you entered the bathroom you looked around you and opened your eyes wide. Everywhere you watched, you saw gold. Pure and cold gold. “I’ll be right back!” he closed the door leaving you there alone. You stood in front of the mirror and you looked at yourself. Was it really happening? Was it a dream? You couldn’t figure out. Just like under a magic spell you undressed yourself as he looked at you from the keyhole. You were about to take off your panties as he opened the door and stood in front of you completely naked. He was like a Greek statue, with every muscle and every inch of skin perfectly made. You looked away and blushed. He smiled and walked into the shower, grabbing your hand to take you inside with him. He started to caress every inch of your body. “Ya look so perfect hun…” he said as his hand lowered down to the fabric of your panties, moving them aside.
He kissed you and held you tight against his body, while his hand gently caressed your needing pussy, making you gasp: “Looks like my lil’ cutie pie is already wet for me, uh!?” he said sliding down your panties and throwing them aside. Then he kissed your legs, starting from your ankles and going back up to your thighs. You trembled under the touch of his kisses, feeling again the coldness of his lips. You felt helpless. You didn’t know how to stop him and after a while you let him have his way with you.
He stood up and he ran his hands through your hair as he pushed you in the shower and opened the hot water that starts to flow on your bodies. “Ya like that, don’t ya? Ya want more? I know that ya do!” and as he said that, he picked you up and put you against the wall of the shower, pushing himself between your legs.
You gasped as you felt his hard cock moving against your core. “Oh God…”
“I’m dyin’ to touch ev’ry inch of your body…I need ya so much baby! I can’t wait to have ya!” he whispered in your ear. He was claiming you forcefully, but at the same time he was very gentle and you felt so loved and wanted that you couldn’t stop him: “I love your lips baby…they’re so soft…they’re really turnin’ me on!”
He kissed you again, pushing his tongue inside of your lips: “You’re a wonderful girl…an almost perfect woman. You deserve all my love and my kisses. I wanna give ya the best pleasure of your life!”
He took off your wet hair from your face as he looked at you. Ya like it when I touch ya like this?” he asked as he moved again on your pussy “Can I continue?”
“You can do what you want!” you answered moaning.
“That’s what I longed to hear. Don’t ya worry, I’m very good at this, I’ll show ya!”
“I have no doubts…” your voice came out of your throat like a whisper.
“Keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘kay?” he said starting to move hardly against you and pushing himself deeper. He ran a hand over your body and he kept kissing you, whispering in your ear: “Ya know…I can make ya feel things ya never felt before. Do ya want me to show ya?”
“Y-yes Elvis…please…”
He brought you down from the wall and as you stood on your feet again, he kissed your neck, holding it with both of his hands. He caressed your throat too: “So soft…and tender…”
He held you tight: “Ya know what I like about ya? You’re so pure and so perfect.”
You stood in silence as he kept moving. He noticed your silence: “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine, don’t worry, don’t stop!” you answered.
“I like the way ya react y/n! Ya deserve to feel pleasure, I think we both are gonna enjoy it very much!”
He took off your hair from your face and he kissed your cheek. Then he asked you the strangest question you’ve ever heard: “Can I taste ya?”
You pulled yourself back a bit and looked at him: “What??”
“I wanna taste your lips, your ears, your cheeks…I couldn’t imagine you would be so…soft and tender!”
His words sent a shiver down your spine. What was he talking about? His hands were exploring every part of your body: “Do ya feel good?”
“I…yes, I feel...so good!”
“That’s how I like it…you’re doin’ great! I want this night to last forever, sweetheart! Ya have no idea how much I like the way ya taste, I could literally eat ya!” he whispered while he kept touching you.
“Where do ya want me to touch ya? Where should I go?” he asked. You grabbed his hand and moved it back down, right between your legs.
“That’s my naughty lil’ girl…is this what ya really want? Then I’m gonna do everything to please ya!” he said sliding a finger inside you and rubbing your sensitive clit. As he teased your pussy inside and outside, he kept kissing your neck and you felt shivering: “Ya need this and ya need me! You’re so perfect…I knew that I was gonna have fun with ya!”
He went back to your neck and he stared at it for a while. He kissed it. He caressed it. He licked it. “Ya like this? Say it! Say ya like it…say you’re enjoying my touch!”
“I…I am…you’re doing perfect, but…” you noticed something you never realized before. Even you were under a flow of hot water, his skin was as cold as ice. “…you’re so…cold…how is it possible? Are ya okay?”
He smiled: “Don’t worry…I have my lil’ tricks. There’s only one way to warm me up. It’ll be fun…I promise!” he grinned. He licked your neck again and gave you a little bite: “I’ve done this before…don’t worry…ya have to trust me!”
“I…I trust ya…” you whispered. His words worried you a little, but you were so intrigued by him that you’d let him do anything.
“Good girl…then open your mouth f’me!” he ordered you cupping your chin. He squeezed your cheeks forcing you to open your mouth and he pushed his tongue inside, playing in every corner. You kissed him back, but you couldn’t help to feel a little fear. He moved back to your neck and bit you again, this time a little harder. You knew something was strange about him, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.
“I’ve never felt like this with a woman before…I think it’s time f’me to do what I was waiting to do!”
You trembled as you heard his words. But it wasn’t a bad sensation, it was pure pleasure, that made your head roll back.
“Are ya ready? Ya know what I really wanna do with ya?” he asked you with a grin. You didn’t have the force to answer.
“I’m gonna do a thing that I could even regret maybe…but maybe not! Do ya want to know my secret?” he looked at you with a mysterious look.
You opened your eyes: “Your…secret?”
“I have a very special reason to enjoy ya so much. I have a very special reason for liking ya so much. Let’s just say that ya remind me so much of a special person.”
She pulled back and looked at him: “Who?”
He stopped for a while and turned sad: “My first true love…I can’t believe how much ya look like her! She had exactly the same soft and beautiful skin that ya have! She was the best woman I’ve ever met and I’ve been obsessed with her…” then he stopped talking.
After a long silence he looked up: “She died…many years ago, in this very night! And ya remind me so much of her…it’s almost like you’re a gift from heaven…I won’t let anybody take ya away from me!”
He kept kissing you with hunger. He touched you and after a while he bit your neck again, this time harder than before. You jumped back, hit by the sharp pain: “Oh…God…you have…sharp teeth!”
He caressed you as he looked you with love: “It’s gonna hurt a little, but I’m doing’ it for ya…for us! Do ya trust me?”
You couldn’t say why, but his voice was like a magic spell in your ears and you couldn’t help but nod your head, giving him the right to keep going. He got back to your neck with his lips. He kissed and bit you again, harder and harder and even if it hurt and it burned like fire, you let him do it. You felt your neck sore from his bites and you kept feeling something really weird about him. He got on his knees and grabbed you with his strong hands, then he kissed and licked your belly several times, making you squirm and moan.
He got up and attacked your neck again, biting harder than ever. This time you let out a loud moan as you felt something stinging and burning your skin. You pulled back again and as you rubbed your neck with your hand, you saw a big trace of blood. “Oh my God…”
You started to panic, but he held you tight, avoiding you from passing out: “Sshh, don’t worry y/n, don’t cry…everything’s gonna be alright. I promise!” and as he said that, he leaned on your neck and licked away all the blood. As his tongue passed on your skin, you felt it rubbing and scratching. The heat you felt was almost unbearable.
“Your blood tastes so good y/n, do ya want to know why I love it so much?”
As you felt those words you took a step back and looked at him with eyes full of fear: “No…you can’t be a…”
He stopped you: “Sweetheart, don’t panic now, I have to tell ya something, I have to be honest with ya!”
You knew what he was about to say, but it was so strange that you couldn’t believe it. He took your hands and spoke again: “Ya see y/n, I’m a vampire!” he said, looking at you, as he saw confusion and fear in your eyes. “I know it’s hard to believe it, but I have to be honest and I wanna tell ya the truth and now that ya know it, I’m gonna keep ya safe from everyone, only ya and me. But what I want now is…your blood!”
He kept biting you. His fingers were all over your back and your hair. You tried to say something, but all you could do was moaning in pain and pleasure.
“Baby, I don’t know what’s happening to me…it’s like I’ve known ya for centuries…and I intend to be like this forever. We’ll be together for centuries again!”
You begged him to stop as you looked terrified at your own blood flushing away with the water. You tried to push him away, but his grip was too tight and his teeth didn’t let you go.
With another bite, he started to suck and drink your blood and this time you could feel it leaving your body: “Please…no…” you begged him again to stop, but he didn’t.
“Relax baby, let me make ya feel better than you’ve ever felt before…I’m gonna be with y for the rest of your life…and beyond!”
You suddenly felt so dizzy and light headed that you felt on your knees, still under the shower. He grabbed your body and held you against the wall, giving you a long and tender kiss: “I wanna make ya feel like a goddess tonight!”
He kept sucking and your blood came out faster as the pleasure and the pain became very intense. Your sight blurred and you grabbed onto him, holding yourself from fainting.
“Oh sweetheart, I know how ya feel now, but this is just the beginning. I know this is hard, but it’s gonna get better, I promise, still I think I’m gonna stop for a while now. Ya need some rest and when you’ll wake up I’ll give ya the passion of a lifetime!”
He turned off the water and wrapped you in a towel. Then he gently picked you up in his arms and he lay you down on his bed: “There ya go baby…oh my God, you’re so pretty…” he kept kissing you as he rubbed your body to dry you up, then he sat next to you. You felt the touch of his body, which now was a little warmer, probably thanks to the blood he drank from you. You rest your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed as your body trembled:” I'm c-cold…I feel so weak…”
He hugged you tighter: “I bet ya do, honey…ya just lost a lot of blood and this is your first experience, but you’ll get used to it, don’t worry!” he answered caressing your neck.
“Please, not again…” you begged.
He smiled at you: “No, baby, don’t worry, I’ll take it slow now. Let’s talk a bit now, I wanna know more about ya…ya feel good now?” he asked you gently.
You touched your neck again: “Yes, but…can ya do something for this? It burns like hell!!”
He moved away your hair and whispered in your ear: “Let me show ya a little secret!”
He licked the bite and as he did, you felt a strange but good sensation and the heat that spread from the wound suddenly was gone. “My tongue will fix everything…it’s an old vampire trick!”
“Oh my God, it’s…it’s incredible!” you answered touching your neck again. The pain was completely gone.
“Elvis can I…can I ask you something?” you said looking up at the ceiling.
“Of course, ya can ask me anything!” he answered smiling.
“How long have you been a vampire?” you asked him.
He lay down next to her and his face turned very serious: “For centuries baby! I’ve been walking the Earth for centuries, as one of the creatures of the night. I’ve seen people come and I’ve seen people go. And now I found ya and I wanna protect ya…forever!”
“And what about her?” you asked caressing his hand.
He closed his eyes as if your question brought back some bad memories to him.
You asked again: “When did you meet her? In which century?”
His face changed to a very sad expression as he thought about her: “She was a beautiful girl from the 17th century and she was only sixteen when I met her. She made me fell in love right away. She was just like ya, very beautiful and I wanted her so much.”
Then he tries to hide a tear: “But I was selfish…she was my first victim. I…killed her…and now, here ya are, looking so much like her! But I don’t wanna make the same mistake!”
As he kept talking, you couldn’t help but feeling sad for him: “So…is this the reason why you chose me?”
He wiped away the tears from his eyes: “Yes baby…I picked you because you remind me so much of her…I feel almost like this time I can save her! Maybe I can redeem myself, ‘cause ya know…I’m tired of being a vampire!”
“What? I thought you loved it!” you said.
“Baby…just think about it for a while: I saw all the people I loved passing away…I have to walk this planet for who knows how many years, suffering from losing the people I love…living forever is beautiful, but at the same time it can be a damnation!”
He took his face in his hands and cried. You felt really bad for him and you tried to make him smile again, but it was no use.
“So what are you gonna do now?” you asked.
“I thought ya would be just another meal for me, but now…I can’t y/n, I cant’ hurt you anymore! But I wanna do one last thing if you’re okay with it…”
“What?” you asked with curiosity.
“I wanna make ya like me. I can’t bear the thought of losing you when you’ll die. If ya become like me, I can have ya forever…what do ya say, honey?”
You looked at him in shock: “No…you can’t ask me that, I don’t wanna become a vampire!”
He kneeled in front of you and cried: “Please…I can’t lose ya, I don’t wanna lose ya! Please!”
You turned your back on him: “I said no, I don’t want you to bite me ever again!”
He got up from the floor and put his hands on your shoulder: “There is another way!”
You turned your face and looked at him: “What do you mean?”
He tried to smile, but he was extremely sad and tired: “There’s another way of turning ya into a vampire…without having me drinking your blood, but it’s a little more painful!”
“And what would it be?” you asked.
He stood in silence for a while, then he leaned onto you and whispered in your ear: “Ya have to drink mine!”
You stepped back from him terrified after what you heard from his voice.
“What?? Are you crazy?? I’m not gonna drink your blood! Not now, not ever!”
He was desperate as he asked you again to fulfil his dream: “Y/n please…one way or another…it doesn’t change! We’re meant to be together! Look, I didn’t want to force ya, but ya leave me no choice, I love ya too much to let ya go! I’m sorry baby!”
You stepped back, knowing what he was about to do and you tried to run away. He ran after you and he stopped you right in front of the door. He grabbed you from behind and held you tight in his arms. You tried to get rid of him, kicking and screaming, but he was too strong and you felt that that was his vampire power, as a normal man could have never been so strong.
As he held you, he bit his own wrist, breaking his skin with his fangs and let the blood flood out. You tried again to get free, but he was too strong. He cupped your chin and squeezed, forcing you to open your mouth and he pulled your head back, making ten drops of his red juice going down your throat. He kept your head in place as he forced you to drink: “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m doin’ it for ya, it’ll be over soon and we’ll be together forever!”
As the last drop of blood went down your throat, he let you go and you coughed violently, feeling the taste of his blood. After a while, you felt it reaching your stomach and you fell on the floor, curled up in pain, like you were burning from your insides.
You let out a scream as he tried to keep you calm: “Honey, don’t fight it…your body is changin’, it’s gonna be okay! Stay with me now, please!”
“It…it hurts so much…I feel like I’m burning…do something!” you cried, holding your belly in pain. He sat behind you and held you tight, rockin’ you in his arms. “It’s okay, take a deep breath, you’ll feel better soon. Trust me!” he whispered kissing the back of your neck. As time passed, your skin turned pale, but you still could feel that burning sensation inside. “Don’t fight it…don’t fight it!” he whispered: “Close your eyes, it’s almost over!”
As he said those words, you closed your eyes and you felt your eyes burning, as they turned to a dark red tone and you felt the blood in your veins running at a very high speed. Your heart pumped harder as you bit your lips and you felt a wave of pleasure rushing through your body, which started to shake as a pair of long and shiny fangs come out of your mouth.
Suddenly the pain was gone. You got up from the floor and you went to the mirror. Then you turned back and ran onto him: “Why did you do this to me?” you asked with a weak voice.
He came to you and he grabbed your face in his hands: “Y/n, it may be hard for ya now, but this is the best thing that ever happened to ya. You’re just like me now and we can stay together forever!”
He got closer to you: “There’s just one last thing and I promise you won’t feel any pain at all!”
He took your hand and put it on his chest: “Can ya feel my heart beating?”
You nodded. It was a lovely sound and you could feel it not just under your hand, but in your ears too. It was like that touch had connected the two of you. He kept talking: “This is what happens when a couple is together: when we’re near to each other, our heart beats get connected…look!”
He put his other hand on your chest and in that right moment you felt your two hearts beating together, at the same pace and at the same time.
“It’s…it’s incredible!” you said looking at him.
“Come with me!” he said gently, taking you by the hand. He took you near the window and made you look outside: “Look at the world out there y/n…that horrible world. We’re too perfect for it!” and as he said that he took you in his arms and kissed you. It was a strong, but desperate kiss. After a while, the first rays of sun fell through the window.
He looked sweetly at you, with his eyes full of tears: “Close your eyes honey!”
You were starting to understand. You knew too well what sun light did to vampire. Strangely, you didn’t feel fear, but a deep sense of calm and peace. Now you realized why he turned you into a vampire: it was the only way to be free forever.
You closed your eyes and held him tight: “I love you!” you whispered.
In that moment he knew that he could even die, because he experienced true love for at least once in his long life.
“I love ya too baby!” he answered.
Your lips touched in a long passionate kiss and as time passed, you felt your skin burning, as the sun light touched your bodies. You both felt tears in your eyes, but your love was much stronger and you kept kissing as you felt the warmth of the sun burning you. He whispered in your ear: "Are ya scared baby?"
“No...just keep…kissing…me!” you begged in pain.
He kept kissing you, pushing his body against yours while you shared this last kiss together. You were burning together in a never-ending moment of passion. Your mouths kept touching as you both moaned in pain and pleasure. Your bodies burned while you kissed and as you kept kissing, you lose touch with everything else, as the fire felt so good on you. You didn’t’ feel pain anymore, but only a sensation of pure pleasure even if the sun was destroying both your bodies. In the last moment, between life and death, he looked at you with a sweet smile: “Thank ya!”
Then he held you tight and gave you one last kiss, as your bodies turned into dust.
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I hope you enjoyed it and you didn't find the ending too tragic...idk why it came out like that...🤷♀️🤷♀️
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Last night — Halloween — my nephew and I incurred some sort of fucking.. karmic reckoning. In the form of an unfamiliar black cat absolutely wrecking our shit with all of its might.
For context my sister’s house is the highlight of the neighborhood every year. In order to get candy you HAVE to go through the tent, full of smoke, clown animatronics, and the high probability of encountering my other (ex HS football player) nephew in full slasher costume or my niece carrying an axe and screeching at the top of her lungs. So we set up a mini carnival in the driveway, originally for those too small or too scared to get candy, and me and my sister’s middle kid running it. We’re the type A’s who are good with children and used to volunteer at the Christmas village every year anyway so we’re happy to do it. At this point the carnival is the highlight above the candy.
Anyway, starting at like… 8 pm? This black cat that no one’s seen in our neighborhood before starts hiding under our back table. I assume the striped tablecloth hanging around the edges provides safety amongst the chaos and noise around. But then it starts batting things around, so we chase it off and it comes back. Every THREE TO FIVE MINUTES for the next hour. Biting things, ripping down the tablecloth, running into the table legs while sprinting around which would knock our stack of cans down, walking along the top of the fence behind the table just to taunt us. We’d turn around to help a customer and before we had another second to think the cat was back.
And I know what you’re thinking, halloween is loud and populous, and the cat was probably freaked out and needed somewhere to hide!
No
Our house was the ONLY house lit up on the whole street!!! People were driving to our house just to jump out, get candy and play games, and drive back away. This cat was in the center of the action JUST to fuck with us!!! To the point that, having just seen the fall of the house of usher, I started calling it Pluto. We’re diving, screaming, trying to chase the cat away over and over again. Nearly crying, hair a mess, knocking our own stuff over trying to shoo it.
After we shut the festivities down for the night my sister caught the cat and checked it’s tag and you know what the fucking thing’s name was?
Jupiter.
I dunno who out there we pissed off to receive Poe-esque divine consequence this Halloween but listen. I’m so fucking sorry. PLEASE stop sending the goddamn cat.
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Posting today @ 5:30 pm
part 1.
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Halloween Teaser
Something kinda hot and spicy is coming this Halloween. Joel Miller and F!Reader, husband and wife, AU universe (no outbreak). Haven't decided if this is a one-shot or if I'll write more. Anyways...here's a teaser (see full story released on Halloween).
You needed him, you needed him to kiss away the pain you both had been feeling recently. The heartache of feeling ignored, of feeling left behind, of not finding a connection. That is what you craved the most, the connection with your husband. And it was in this moment, with the way he was looking at you and how he was making you feel that you felt yourself connecting again. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes as Joel slowly made love to you in the woods.
Joel rocked into you a few more times, loving the way your walls dragged up and down on him. After a bit, he stilled and moved his arms underneath your legs again to deepen his reach. As he bent down he kissed the tip of your nose and said “I’m gonna give this to you hard and fast again baby. And you’re gonna be a good little girl and...
Release coming Halloween Day :)
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Sweetie. Look at me. In my eyes you drooling mess, not at the bulge.
Hmm...tell me. Are you the one who got into the Halloween candy early? Of course I noticed, you left the wrappers behind. Did you even bother to read what they were though?
That wasn't just a tasty snack you had. Those candies were for the cuties that came dick or treating to help them embrace their inner bimbo. And you had enough to bimbofy the block.
Well...we're in for quite a night~
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler
Additional Tags: Halloween, Nancy Wheeler Has a Crush on Robin Buckley, First Kiss, interruptions, Mike Wheeler is a Little Shit, Love Confessions, Robin Buckley Has a Crush on Nancy Wheeler, Family Shenanigans, Getting Together, this was going to be scary but then I changed my mind, silly little thing, trick or treat, is kind of in this, vaguely
Series: Part 16 of Ronancetober 2023
Summary:
“Let’s watch it! Put it on.” Nancy took the opportunity to place her hand on Robin’s knee. It felt warm. Nancy’s fingers tingled as she pulled her hand back.
Robin got up, kneeling down in front of the TV. Nancy loved when Robin put on a movie. Because for just a few moments Robin’s back was turned to her. For just a few moments Nancy could stare without having to pay attention to not look too long or at the wrong body parts. Right now, she was able to let her eyes linger on Robin’s butt. She wasn’t proud of it, but Robin did have a nice butt.
The doorbell rang behind them. Nancy groaned. “Trick or treaters,” she sighed as she got up and slouched towards the front door.
OR
Nancy tries to hang out with her crush but keeps getting interrupted.
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The Vampires Live On
I am participating in @choicesflashfics week 3 Prompt # 3 “Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that.” by @debramcg1106 quote will be in bold.
I thought in the beginning this would be a one shot but it’s really not, I think it has the potential to be a few parts, for Halloween as I don’t like zombies, but I think vampires are okay. :)
A/N: I’m pretty sure the idea of Liam as a vampire has been used on the fandom before, so any similarities to anything currently in print on the fandom is completely unintentional. I know I’m probably not the first that has written Liam as a Vampire, and I’m sure I won’t be the last. I take this dynamic into the past and use my dynamics and OCs I have created in my story.
The Book: TRR
Word Count 2425
Ratings and Warnings: Teen/ Character deaths, mentions of blood and stabbing
Pairings: Liam x Riley?
Song Inspiration: Hey Jude by the Beatles
Summary: We get to know the “real” Riley and Liam.
Original Post: 10/22/22 at 9:36PM EST.
A/N2: This story idea actually comes from a short story I wrote when I was in high school after seeing Interview with a Vampire. So I’m totally about to Big Fat Liar myself with this fic, If you have seen that movie as I am recreating the short story from memory, and I feel like there are similarites with Twilight, and Bloodbound. This short story was originally written in 1994, and I’m tweaking it to fit my story lines for my fanfic characters. Also I don’t proclaim to be a historian here, but did google how people would address others in the 1800′s.
I was then, as I am now, and will be tomorrow. I am a vampire, nothing more and certainly, nothing less. I made the choice to give up my life in the sunlight almost one hundred and fifty years ago. I was born Alice Marie Hughes, in 1855 but in this decade, I had chosen the name Riley Antonia Brooks for myself. In this decade, in the year of our Lord 2022, you could pretty much say or do or be anyone you wanted to be, if you had the resources to back it up, and I, along with him, had made quite the nest egg for ourselves.
But back in the years when I was living a mortal existence, the year was 1873 and it was the dawn of a new age in Lumberton, a small province outside of Cordonia. My sister Clara and I, even though orphaned at a young age, were able to as adults get jobs in a local pub serving food and ales to the soldiers and other types of men that came in and out of the establishment. It was a decent wage to be made there, not only from serving, but we also entertained the men, with song and dance, just teetering on the verge of racy and seductive.
The two of us together, we were way before our time.
Clara would have loved living in this century in which I am living now. We’ll get to more of that later, more of what happened to her, and why she isn’t here with me, with us.
The pair of us together, we could charm those men too. It also didn’t hurt that my sister and I were very pleasant on the eyes. The people of that era and time found my sister and I intriguing and scary at the same time. It was because we were not only sisters, but identical. It was like looking in a mirror when we were standing side by side. Some called us witches,
and other names almost anything you could think of, but Clara always had a witty comeback for them. She was our fierce defender.
People had a very difficult time telling the two of us apart. So a lot of time both of us answered to each other’s names.
It was early summer the first time he came into the pub. He came in after a group of soldiers, taking a seat alone at a small table for two.
The young man was pressed and dressed. From his look it was evident this was not the type of place he frequented.
“Clara! Go serve him.” The shop owner meant me. It had been two years of working there, and he still had no idea which sister was which. I nodded, heading in the direction of the man seated by himself.
“Good Evening My Lord, is there an ale or spirit that strikes your fancy?”
He glanced up from his timepiece to stare me directly in the eyes. His eyes were two sapphires that in the dim lighting from the candles seemed to create their own sparkle from the lack of lighting. His smile was enchanting, I found myself staring at his teeth, as I had never seen teeth so brilliantly white before.
“What would you recommend?”
“I do not drink those types of libations, My Lord, but I could bring you the one that seems to be the preferred by our clientele.”
I brought him the whiskey that men from his station typically ordered when they were there.
“Do you require anything else at this moment? Supper is still being served for a bit.”
“I’m not hungry, but I heard there would be a show here? Sisters who perform?”
“Yes, My Lord there is. It will begin shortly. May I take my leave?”
“Yes Miss…….. Miss….”
“Alice Hughes.”
“Alice. I will not forget that name. As the face that it is attached to is unforgettable as well. I am Richard Reese.”
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Reese.”
“You as well Miss Hughes.”
My sister and I quickly went to our small changing room to put on our identical costumes waiting in the hallway for Maxwell to introduce us.
When we walked out to the small stage and the music began to play, Richard sat up in surprise.
So much for an unforgettable face, he kept looking between my sister and myself, another in a stream of people that could not tell us apart. He was attentive to the entire show watching our every move.
When we separated to make our rounds across the room, keeping in our seductive, sultry characters, to flirt with men at their tables, I realized his eyes were now following me and me alone, either he knew I was truly Alice, or he decided at that moment to pick one of us to watch.
Once the show was concluded, we were allowed to have the patrons request time with us to sit at their tables. We always decided separately as that’s how we found the two of us made more money. I was just finishing up with another client when I saw his hand raised. Since Clara was free she walked in his direction. She was there only a few seconds before she walked back over to me.
“He said he wants Alice.”
I walked back over to him sitting down.
“You requested me My Lord?”
“You should be confident like this all the time, Alice. You changed into a different person when you walked out on that stage.”
“It’s a character My Lord.”
“It’s more than that. I’ve never seen someone so radiant before.”
“Then you must not get out much during daylight hours.”
“No. I do not, the evening is my morning, it has been for quite some time.”
“Mine too pretty much.”
I stood.
“Where are you going?”
“Your time is up.”
I continued working, when I glanced up, he was gone. Clara and I pooled our money, giving the house its share, and bagging up our little fortune.
“I will walk with you two home. It’s not safe. There was another murder last night.”
“Thank you Maxwell for looking out.” Clara’s eyes were locked on Maxwell, and his were on her.
The next three nights Richard showed up for the show, and afterwards requested time with me.
“Looks like you have a fan.” Clara said with a smile as she saw Richard waving his hand in my direction beckoning me to come over to his table.
That night when I sat down from the table across from him, he pushed a small purse towards me.
“How much?”
“Excuse me My Lord?”
“For the night. I’m sure this is enough.”
“Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that.”
He appeared not to understand. “Is it not enough? I have more.” He produced a second equally large purse of coins.
“I do not sell my body for money My Lord.”
“You sell sex. That whole show was nothing but sex.”
“No. We sell the illusion of sex.
We do not give it, or show all our bare skin to any of you. We sell smiles, interest in your meaningless conversations you wish to have with us, and flirtations. We do not sell ourselves. If that’s what you are looking for from me, you are mistaken, and please do not return here.”
I jumped up from the table walking away.
“Alice….” His voice sounded sad and apologetic, but I kept walking.
Later that evening I talked to Clara as we walked home, with Maxwell following us for safety and protection.
“He made a mistake about what we do here, Alice.
He’s a man, that’s what they do.”
“He thought we were prostitutes.”
“And, there are places with actual prostitutes next door, but did he go there? No?”
“I told him if that is all he’s looking for from me not to return tomorrow.”
“He’ll be back.” Maxwell commented.
“How do you know?”
“He fancies you Alice, and when you’re around him, you look like you fancy him too.
He will be there tomorrow.”
The next evening, Richard was back; his hand was first in the air when their show concluded.
“I really meant no disrespect to you Miss Alice or to your character. I never meant to insinuate something false about you. Please accept my apology.”
“I accept your apology My Lord.”
When it came time for me to leave he kept plunking out coins to keep me at his table to continue our conversations. I was there and only there the whole evening. Richard asked to take me on a proper evening outing in two nights. Our first day we wouldn’t be working. I was actually excited about our… first date.
That next night was when my whole world changed, even though it started out like any other evening. Our shift at the Pub, our show, and Richard…
Clara and I were giggling and talking as we walked until Maxwell shushed us.
We halted in our tracks as Maxwell looked around the area as if on high alert.
Two men wearing masks emerged running from the shadows yelling for us to give them all of our money.
Maxwell refused them. I wanted to just give them the money. But Maxwell insisted that they were not going to take what we all had worked that night and every night to get.
Maxwell whispered “run.” to us, the split second before he lunged towards the two men, the fight ensuing. Maxwell managed to critically wound one, but the other got the jump on him, shooting him. Maxwell’s lifeless body hit the ground.
Clara protectively pushed me behind her.
“Run Alice. Save yourself.”
“I won’t leave you. We’ll give you our money, it doesn’t matter.” I screamed.
“No we won’t. Maxwell died for us. They’re not getting a coin from us while I'm breathing.”
Clara pulled her blade from the folds of her dress advancing towards the man. I tried to help her when it looked like the unwounded man was starting to overpower her, by jumping on his back. Using my fists to hit his back and face. I was thrown off his back, losing consciousness when I hit the ground.
When I woke, he was standing over Clara’s trembling body, blood was pouring from her neck in rivers. Clara was gasping for breath trying to hold the wound closed.
I screamed at the sight. Now I know Richard heard my fearful scream from miles away.
The monster of a man stood wiping the bloody blade on his pants.
Tears were streaming down Clara’s cheeks as she stared at me. “Run Alice… Please…”
I was frozen in fear as he started to advance towards me.
“You can have it. Please don’t hurt me.” I begged, throwing the small purse of coins in his direction.
“It’s not even about that anymore. Now it’s your turn.”
Finally my legs had unfrozen and I could move. I tried to run away. He grabbed me from behind pulling me by my hair. I screamed again. He turned me around and pushed me to the ground.
“Alice….” She held her neck with one hand while reaching for me with the other.
“Clara.”
I was about to die mere feet away from my sister, and I couldn’t hold her hand as our hands only a few crucial inches away from connecting.
I gasped in shock when he slit my throat. It wasn’t pain I felt in those moments, I could feel life spilling from me. I felt tired, as my eyes started to drift closed.
A hand clasped mine, causing me to open my eyes. Clara had managed to slide herself the last few crucial inches to take my hand.
“I’ll go first, to make sure it’s safe for you. Then you follow. Like always.” She whispered.
“Okay. I’m not afraid.”
“That’s sweet.” The man grumbled, picking up the purse of coins. He was standing there for the second before I blinked, and I heard a loud crunching sound and he was on the ground dead and Richard was next to me.
“Oh Alice!!!!” Richard whimpered. “I can save you.”
“Save my sister first.”
“I can not. It’s too late for her.”
I realized I was still holding her hand, but her grip had relaxed. Clara had died in those few moments since I last glanced at her.
“I don’t want to die Richard.”
“I can save you, but you have to give me permission to. I can give you another life, but you have to choose it.”
“I choose it.”
Richard bit his wrist blood trickled from the puncture wound.
He held his wrist to my lips.
“Drink from me and I promise you will live.”
So I drank from him.
Not even a minute later I felt excruciating pain throughout my body. It felt like what little blood left in my body was burning its way from the inside, out.
“What’s happening to me Richard?”
“You have to die first. I’ll be by your side when you wake up. Don’t be afraid.”
I could hear everything around me as my body shut down, my eyes drifting closed, my breaths and my heartbeat slowing. Then I noticed, there were no sounds coming from Richard. NO heartbeat, no breath. What did I consent to, in order to save my life?”
Then I felt my heart stop beating.
Vivid. Dreams. Were they dreams? I saw my parents, I saw Maxwell, and lastly my sister.
“I will miss you Alice. You have a different destiny now.”
I woke up in a dark room. I felt his presence immediately even though he hadn’t spoken. When my eyes adjusted, I could see him clearly, though it was dark, he was sitting in a chair reading a book.
He sat the book on the chair and walked over to me.
“You’re finally awake, Alice, how do you feel?”
I immediately touched my throat; there was no longer a wound.
“I feel….fine.. How long have I been sleeping?”
“It took three days for your body to heal and for death to pass.”
“So I did die?”
“You died a mortal death. But you Alice Hughes are still a living being.”
My stomach growled.
“You’re hungry. I knew you would be. Let’s go get someone to eat.”
“Someone?”
He softly laughed, lighting several candles.
“Look at yourself Alice. I mean really look at yourself.”
I peered at myself in the mirror. I was the same, yet I was different. My skin did not have the same glow it once did, but at the same time, it was glowing. My eye color had changed from the deep brown I knew, to a shade of sapphire almost identical to Richard’s.
“Have you ever heard of the First Family of Cordonia?”
“The Royal family?”
“One in the same. But what the world doesn’t know is… that we are Vampire.”
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“Come on, Snow, you can sleep on my couch. The wraiths don’t hang out in here.” - Carry On, Chapter 55.
Baz’s fangs first dropped while he was home for the summer. His family politely ignored the change, but the wraiths were less forgiving.
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OMG GUYS I'm SO EXCITEDDDDDD!!!!
This collab has been in the dark (lol) for sooooo long!!! I'm so happy is finally seeing the light (or the fire, I must say xD).
This is the first of three illustrations I did for The Danse Macabre, an eerie spooky wonderful dark fic Demi had the amazing idea of writing. I was so thrilled by the snippet shared that I couldn't resist offering to make art for it. It was a challenge, because I'm not used to draw backgrounds, big spaces and horror in general, so I was terrified, but I can say I'm so happy with the result :D I'm so honored and humbled that Demi @hushed-chorus let me slip into her work, and I'm so thrilled that we could develop an amazing friendship from it :D Demi, I'm so proud of us!!!! You are an amazing person, writer and friend!!! This is definitely not the last time we work together :D
To see the other two art pieces, please go read The Danse Macabre!! You'll love it as much as we do, guaranteed :)
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Spooky
Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Donna Strange
Summary: Even Halloween gives Stephen more reasons to love you & the life you've given him. Partly inspired by the song "Spooky" by Classics IV.
Warnings: Not much, mostly fluff. Allusions to smut. Reference to Sinister's not so pleasant past.
Let me know if you are interested & I will happily share my massive Halloween playlist. I name checked some fave songs in the story.
"Boo!"
Stephen had popped out from behind a corner in the Sanctum and grabbed your daughter up in his arms. Her squeals and giggles echoing through the halls of the building. Making you smile where you stood in the large dining room, getting ready to crawl back up onto the table to hang the rest of the paper bats you had cut so they dangled and "flew" from the chandelier.
In moments like this it was easy to forget it was just the three of you in this universe. That outside of the walls of the grand building you had turned into a home full of love, the world was still in the early stages of stitching itself back together. That not so long ago you fell into Stephen's fractured world and changed the tortured lonely sorcerer into a brand new man. A better man than he could ever have dreamed of being.
He still found himself dumbfounded that you were actually there in his arms each and every morning. He was still not 100% convinced he hadn't conjured you up unwittingly somehow from his wildest desires and fantasies. Except now he had not just you, but your shared daughter Donna to marvel at and dote upon.
There was absolutely no doubting that she was his either. Her dark hair and emotive blue eyes made that fact clear as day. A spitting image of her father from day one, and the absolute apple of his eye. His little perfect princess. He wanted to give her everything, which in your desolate corner of the multiverse was easier said than done.
So you had both decided, in an effort to give Donna as much of a normal childhood as you could, you would celebrate all the normal holidays and life events as you would if you were back in your original universe. This included birthdays, Christmas, and your personal favorite Halloween.
This would be Donna's third Halloween, but the first that she would actually be able to remember. So you went all out. Having her help you cut out ghosts, bats, and pumpkins to hang up around the Sanctum. Having Stephen conjure up all sorts of stuffed black cats and Halloween colored blankets. He had even managed to conjure up a couple real pumpkins for the three of you to carve together. He would never tell you just how long he had spent figuring out how to do that. The genuine joy on your face was well worth the time.
You were even so close to getting him to dress up for your little Halloween celebration. He hadn't caved to that yet though, but you weren't giving up just yet. Telling him over and over how sexy he would look as your knight in shining armor, or that you would both be perfect as Gomez and Morticia Addams. Perhaps you could even just talk him into playing along with you after you put Donna to bed. It would still count even if only you saw it this year.
You were pulled from your mischievous thoughts and plans for your own private party with your husband when your daughter ran into the dining room. Stephen was close behind her, a wide genuine smile on his face and his eyes bright with adoration. Donna was dressed in her sparkling purple princess dress, having picked out her own costume herself. Real twinkling sparkles courtesy of Stephen's magic. She could get him to do practically anything she wanted.
"Alright princess, go give mommy a hug and a kiss then it's time to go get ready for bed. Tomorrow is Halloween and you want to make sure you are well rested for our spooky fun day."
You climbed down and plopped into one of the dining chairs, opening your arms as your daughter giddily ran into them. You squeezed her tight and gave her plenty of goodnight hugs and kisses. Telling her to make sure she told her daddy thank you for making her such a beautiful costume.
Your heart fluttered when you looked past her and saw Stephen's cheeks blush a little at your compliment. He always looked like a lovesick school boy when you praised him, and you loved him even more for it.
After a few more minutes of twirling and excited bouncing around the room Stephen managed to corral your daughter. Holding her on one hip as she half-heartedly protested that she "really wasn't even that tired." Trying her darndest to stifle a yawn that hit her suddenly. It didn't get past either of you and eventually she relented. Letting her father take her to go find her favorite stuffed animal, a small white bunny, before getting her ready for bed.
You knew it would take him a bit of time to get her put to sleep. There wasn't a single night that she didn't make her father read her a story, or two or three if she got her way.
For Halloween he had started reading her a book very fitting for the holiday, and one that you always loved as a kid. Bunnicula: A Rabbit Tale of Mystery. She was probably too young for it really, but since she loved her little stuffed bunny so much you figured she would like it.
Tomorrow you would surprise her with the small little collar and vampire cape you had made for her stuffed bunny. He might as well get to dress up for Halloween too. Now if you could just figure out how to make it look like he had sucked all the "blood" out of a tomato.
After a little bit the silence in the room felt weird. Going from hearing a toddler at nearly full volume to nothing always felt weird. So you went over to put on the playlist of Halloween themed and general spooky songs that you had spent years curating. Opting to hit shuffle instead of going in order. The playlist was so massive it made more sense that way.
Immediately "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder had you dancing in place and as you moved around putting up more decorations. Singing along at a low volume. Still doing the same when "Don't Fear The Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult followed. After a couple more from Fleetwood Mac and Concrete Blondes you had totally lost track of time.
You turned the volume up a little when you heard the opening melody of "Spooky" by Classics IV. It had always been a song that had a special place in your heart for some reason. It was easy for you to get lost in the smooth sounds of the guitar and the deep bass rhythm that ended each musical phrase.
Stephen snuck up behind you as you swayed and sang along with the song. Placing his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck. You could feel him smiling against your skin as he held you tight. His eyelashes tickling the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
Eventually he looked up and noticed the little red devil horns you were wearing. He had to chuckle at the irony. He thought of you as his angel. Although he did enjoy your naughty side just as much as your nice one.
"You know, if either of us is suited to be the devil I'm pretty sure it's me. You, my love, are far too angelic to be a devil."
You turned around in his arms and let your hands run up the lapels of his dark robes and come to rest around his neck. Tilting your head up to place a soft kiss on his chin and then letting your lips connect with his. It was long and sensual and easy. Letting your tongue dance across his lower lip before nipping at it just a little, enough to pull a quiet moan from the dark sorcerer before pulling back with a devious smirk on your face.
"I can still be your little devil though too. You seem to like it when I'm a little bit bad. After all, I've definitely picked up some tricks from the master."
You reached up and pulled off the headband the horns were mounted to. Moving them off of your own head and placed them on Stephen's. Giggling cheerily when he let you place them without protest. Taking care to leave the soft dark strands that fell against his forehead hang loose. Brushing your thumbs over the gray streaks at his temples that you found oh so sexy. Sighing in contentment as your husband started to sway to the music with you again.
He noticed just how perfect the lyrics of the song were for this moment. How they so perfectly described what he felt for you. How you both bewitched and confounded him, but how you had him wrapped around your finger without even trying. How you seemed to occupy his every thought during the day and haunt his dreams at night. You were his perfect mix of devil and angel, his spooky little girl.
He still wasn't sure about the idea of dressing up, although he knew that you would probably win him over eventually, but he was now going to insure that this became part of your yearly ritual. Holding you in his arms and dancing with you to this song before scooping you up and carrying you off to your bedroom. So you could show him just how much of a little devil you could be for him, and so he could cherish you like the angel he knew you would always be in his eyes.
As the last verse started he pulled you into a series of passionate kisses. Letting his tongue dance with yours and feeling the fire between you grow. By the song's chorus he was starting to hoist you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hips starting to grind against him. Instead of stopping to turn off the music he simply opted to let it play as he carried you to your shared bed. Letting the lyrics imprint themselves over this moment and over the love you shared.
"Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little girl like you."
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