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nyxyooni · 2 years

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[SAMPLE] Paradisio Sanguineus

this is a sample. but a mere taste of what the finishing product will be which im probably going to post on ao3 for my own convenience and also... yes...

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"And you must be Little Brucie Wayne?" Clark Kent had entered the room Bruce had been waiting in for about half an hour with a scowl on his face and a hand holding very tightly onto some folders and a laptop. The man looked tired and put off despite there being a grin on the man's handsome face it was much too sharp, "... I'm told that it's a fucking miracle that you're out of your Dracula mansion but I don't see why that is..." stormy eyes looked him over with something akin to boiling indifference.

Blinking up at the man Bruce simply sat there, what was he supposed to do now? Alfred had told him that this week was for him to show the world (to some degree) who he was, that he was a real person with feelings but here he was mouth glued shut and palms sweaty.

Clinking his tongue the man sat directly across from him, settling with a soft grunt. "Brucie... Wayne..." sighing Clark Kent opened his laptop, staring at the bright symbol on it Bruce tried desperately not to think about the way his name fell out of the man's lips.

Nodding he bit his bottom lip, discreetly wiping his hands off his thighs before crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair, hands cradled low on his stomach. Working his jaw he forced himself to relax, all he had to do was answer any questions he could and make sure to not give too many details. As if Bruce would ever allow himself to overshare.

"So, why is that a..." once again Kent's stormy eyes raked over him before he too settled back into his chair, "man such as yourself biting the bullet? Especially after not so much as showing his face in your spacious front yard?" Kent worked his jaw so hard it hurt Bruce to even look.

"Um..." licking his lips Bruce tried not to shift, "well, I've been back for a while and—"

"Yes, you've been back for a whole year, everyone and their fucking dead grandma knew about your return," sighing, eyes rolling up to the ceiling and lips quickly moving into what Bruce was pretty sure was a prayer before his eyes dropped back down to glare at him, "what I'm asking is why you're here, now, after all this time." It didn't take a genius to notice that Kent was not pleased, his voice was rough and although he had a hand spread on the knee he had crossed over his other leg there was a rigidness to his body that made him look as sharp as he sounded.

Clearing his throat he swallowed the saliva that had begun to pool in his mouth, "uh..." that was all that could leave his throat, Bruce feared that if he tried to speak actual words again he would melt in a puddle of a pathetic fool. Furrowing his eyebrows he realized that part of the problem was most likely the eye contact so he instead dropped his gaze away from Kent's dangerously angled handsome face to his chest instead. "I guess I just needed some time to readjust to living in my family home after being gone for so long..."

Focusing on Kent's chest seemed to not help at all, not in the absolute slightest. The button's navy blue dress shirt around Kent's chest was hanging on for dear life, almost immediately as he noticed that whatever he was going to say became lodged halfway out of his throat. Opening and closing his mouth Bruce felt his entire face flush.

Fuck.

Slamming his jaw closed too hard his eyes rattled in his head Bruce snapped his eyes up to look at Kent's face again, no longer were his hands resting low on his stomach instead they clutched tightly onto the lapels of his suit jacket and his dress shirt. If he weren't terrified about whether or not Kent realized that he was basically checking him out Bruce would be panicking about Alfred getting mad at him for creasing his suit.

"Would you look at that..." Kent had his thumb pressed to his lips, eyes trained on Bruce's face as he mumbled something he was sure wasn't meant to be heard.

"What?" It seemed that the comment fueled a part of Bruce's brain he wasn't aware existed, Bruce's tone had been clipped like it never had been before but whatever confidence he had was gone when Kent began moving out from his chair.

Clark Kent moved with certainty and a touch of authority that Bruce didn't envy but instead cowered under, it left a tingling sensation on his tongue and made him hot all over. No, it wasn't envy that he was feeling, this was a whole different beast. Halting right in front of him Kent stared down at him and suddenly Bruce was very thirsty, swallowing unconsciously Bruce tilted his head back to look up at the man properly and proceeded to follow his face as it lowered until they were face to face.

Bruce's face was so hot, his clothes felt as though they were sticking to places on his body where they really shouldn't, and then suddenly Kent was getting closer and closer and—Bruce couldn't breathe anymore, his head was hazy and stuffed with cotton.

"All pretty and shit," Kent spoke as though he didn't know he was actually speaking out loud, "pink lips, pink cheeks and..." crooning the man lifted one of his hands up to just barely cup Bruce's jaw, there was no skin to skin contact just phantom whispers of what could be. Of what Bruce found himself desperately wanting, "oh sweet doll, I bet you're pink on the inside too..."

Finally, that was what snapped Bruce out of whatever haze he was in, yanking the hand down and away from his face, working his jaw as he ignored the fact that his entire body was on fire he glared at Clark-bitch-ass-Kent, "I wasn't aware that you cozied up with your interviews, must be why you're the best-of-the-best," letting go of Kent's thick arms Bruce pushed himself off the chair, eternally to whatever divine entity made it so the man all up in space moved away and back from Bruce. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Kent."

Walking away Bruce's hand's trembled as he brought them up to rest on his stomach, his face was blood red, and Kent calling him a sweet doll kept ringing in his head as he practically stumbled down to the ground floor where a car was waiting for him.

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#this is me trying to make up for the fact that i was so busy this whole past week that i didn't even get to write ch 3 of Honey Ties TT #im sosososooo soryyyy TT #there are no words that can describe how ashamed i feel but i PROMISE i'll make it up to yall #i fucking SWEAR i will #superbat #no capes au #clark kent #bruce wayne #my dc fic

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catierambles · 1 year

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Public Relations Ch.5

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x Charlotte Danvers (OFC)

WC 1177

Warnings: None?

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Clark walked into the Daily Planet the next morning in high spirits, still riding high from his date last night. They ended up watching the second Die Hard movie in the theater, with plenty of pizza, beer, popcorn, and snacks between them. By the time the movie was over, it was too late for the chauffeur company to come to get him so she called him a taxi and they sat in the spacious living room talking until it arrived, making plans to get together again when their schedules allowed. They shared a hug before he left and he had decided to test the waters a bit seeing as the night had gone so well, pressing a soft kiss to her lips that she returned. The smile stayed firmly on his face the entire way back into Metropolis and emerged again when he got up the next morning, remembering the previous night. His good morning text to her had been answered almost immediately with the same and it only increased his good mood.

“Morning, smiley.” Lois said as he set his bag down on his desk.

“Morning.” He said, turning on his computer.

“What’s got you grinning so big?” She asked and he debated on how much he wanted to tell her.

“I had a date last night and it went really well.” He said, “So much so that we made plans to go out again.”

“Well, congratulations, Kansas.” Lois said, “Anyone I know?”

“You could say that.” Clark said after a pause and she arched a brow at him. “Charlotte Danvers.”

“Charlotte--” She stopped, dropping her tone to a whisper. “Charlotte Danvers? You went out with Charlotte Danvers?”

“I mean, we didn’t go out, we spent the night at her place watching a movie in her home theater.” Clark said, sitting down in his chair, “But yeah.”

“Did you…spend the night?” Lois asked and he gave her a look. “Had to ask.”

“No, I went home after the movie was over.” Clark said and she leaned back in her chair.

“Damn.” She said, “Talk about swinging upwards. You really think that’s a good idea based on what happened?”

“Oh, she knows.” Clark said and Lois leaned forward in her chair again.

“She knows? Did you tell her?”

“Nope, she recognized it right away when I went to interview her.” Clark said and she blinked a few times in surprise.

“Well, damn.” Lois said, “I mean, I guess you don’t get to be where she is without being highly observant about people.”

“You mind keeping it on the down-low?” Clark asked, “Based on how her last relationship ended, I don’t know how public she wants to be with it yet.”

“Yeah, of course, understandable.” Lois said, “But damn, farm boy, congrats again.”

“Thank you.” Clark said and with that, the conversation was over and they turned to face their respective computers.

News cycles being what they were, the incident at Danvers Tower faded from minds and headlines as new and more interesting stories emerged. A few online publications did not go gently into that good night, trying to wring out as many clicks as they could about the whole thing before they too stopped trying to extend their 15 minutes. She and Clark fell into a routine, meeting up once or twice a week if they could, usually staying in her place watching movies. She did, in fact, have an extensive collection that covered a wide variety of genres and time periods. Despite the length of time they have been together, he never spent the night and a goodbye kiss was as far as it went. Not that he didn’t want to, or wasn’t attracted to her like that, he just…wanted to do things right, not rush into anything. Call him old-fashioned.

The night air was brisk as they walked down the street, her arm looped in his, pleasantly full from the dinner they had at one of her favorite restaurants. It hadn’t been an exceedingly fancy place, but still somewhat out of his price range so she had covered the check without him needing to ask.

“We’re being watched.” She said suddenly and he looked at her. “Black car, across the street, has not been so stealthily following us since we left the restaurant.”

“Yeah, I thought that was a bit odd.” Clark said, looking at it briefly. “Who do you think it is?”

“Based on the camera pointing out of the back window? Probably some paparazzi or a private investigator hired by a rival.”

“That happen often?”

“Every now and then.” She said with a shrug, “A company will try to make moves on one of my holdings, but will try to dig dirt up on me first as a bargaining chip. Technically blackmail, but whatever, they never find anything and anything they could is already public knowledge.”

“Like what happened with Peter Rogers.” He said and she nodded with a sound. Clark stopped when she did and she turned towards the car.

“Come on over!” She called out with a gesture. “Don’t be shy!”

“Charlie…”

“Just trust me, best to get it over with now.” She said and the car parked, the driver getting out as the photographer stayed in the back, still snapping away at the camera.

“Who’s this, Charlie? Your new boy toy? This one married too?” He asked, and Clark bristled slightly but didn’t say anything, following her lead.

“It’s Ms. Danvers to you. No, he’s not married, but who he is is none of your business.” Charlotte said. “Time to move on, it’s old news.”

“You moved on pretty quickly, didn’t you?”

“Yeah well, getting over Peter Rogers was a one-shove program.” She said, “Because, you know, he tried to kill me by shoving me off the roof of my own building.”

“Maybe if you kept your legs closed he wouldn’t have done it.” Clark stepped forward at that, looking down at him, his eyes hardening. Her hand wrapping around his forearm made him pause and he looked at her.

“He’s not worth the publicity, sweetheart.” Charlotte said, “Besides, I don’t want to explain to my Accounting and Legal departments why I’m paying for his hospital bills after you drop-kick him all the way to Gotham.”

“Yeah,” Clark said, looking back down at him, “He’s not worth it. He’s not worth anything.”

“This one thinks he’s a tough guy.” He said, “Come on, tough guy, you look like you want to take a swing at me. So swing.” He tried shoving him, but he might as well have shoved a brick wall, the end result was the same as he bounced back several feet while Clark was unmoved.

“Deja vu.” Clark muttered before reaching out, taking a deep breath, and clapping him on the shoulder obviously not with his full strength, but solidly enough to where it made him move. “Have a nice night.” He said and turned back to Charlotte, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leading her away and down the street to where she had parked.

#henry cavill #clark kent #superman #my writing #ch 6 will more than likely be up later after I reread it a couple times and edit it #public relations fic

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dcmultiverse · 9 months

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MY ADVENTURES WITH SUPERMAN Let's Go to Ivo Tower, You Say

#dcauedit #dcedit #my adventures with superman #a: my adventures with superman #ch: clark kent #ch: lois lane #ch: anthony ivo #animated #gif #mine #by jus

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theglamorousferal · 9 months

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The Cryptid of Smallville Ch. 2

I’m impaitent and the second chap of the fic is already up on AO3 so here we go! I’m almost done with chapter 3 so we’ll see if I manage to finish it before the month is out. I’m going to start posting wips and prompt ideas and rambles in the next week.

Here’s chapter 2! Danny makes some new friends (:

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One thing about living in a town where the primary source of income is farming is that you hear a lot of superstitions about what happens in the fields at night. Farmer’s from every generation will tell you not to look into the fields at night. Don’t go runnin’ through the fields at dusk and definitely not after dark. There are things out there that don’t like it when folks poke around.

This, of course, led to Danny poking around.

He figured he’s probably scarier than any of the “things” out there and maybe he can find someone spooky to commiserate about death with.

He’s been here around three months now, and the Kent’s finally started taking him out in public more often and so while Martha or Jon or Clark are doing errands, Danny hears things and can’t help but feel fascinated. Are most of these stories just feral dogs or foxes or something out in the fields hunting for the night? Probably. Does that mean he’s not going to bother to go out there? No.

This leads to Danny’s current predicament. The problem with having someone else with powers in the house is that they usually can tell when someone else is getting up to mischief. This is especially irritating when said other superpowered individual has super hearing and is a stickler for rules. Clark is holding Danny by the ankle right outside of Danny’s second story window, because of course, he also can fly.

“Oh come on Clark! I just want to see if there’s any other people like me out there, and they only come out at night. I swear I won’t complain about homework or going to school again for a week if you let me go!”

Clark just raised an eyebrow, somehow giving the effect of crossing his arms without doing so. Clark may only be twelve, but he also knows to not go out into the fields at night.

Danny goes limp when he realizes his offer isn’t getting him anywhere. He sighs really big and then gets an idea. “If you let me go, I’ll help you with that astronomy assignment for your science class and I’ll teach you all of the constellations?” he offers. Clark seems to debate this for a moment. Danny gives him puppy dog eyes. Clark’s expression softens.

“Fine, but I’m keeping an ear out and if I hear anything like you being in trouble, I’ll come out there and grab you, got it?” He tried to put on his most serious face. Clark was used to having to be the strict one among his friend group, but he also had a soft spot for Danny. The kid seemed pretty chill all the time and didn’t have an issue with using his powers at all, but also seemed a bit melancholy, staring off into space or turning to say something to someone who wasn’t there. There are names he would mutter in his sleep, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Ellie and of course Mom and Dad. If he thought there might be people from his dimension, why not let him go talk to them.

Danny frantically nodded his head and swiftly righted himself and took off towards the fields.

Clark sighed, crossed his arms and sat on the roof facing the fields. He may let him go talk to the things, but he’s gonna keep an ear out for the kid that’s getting to be a bit like a younger brother to him.

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Danny prowled through the fields invisible and intangible until he heard rustling. Making his way towards the sound, he caught sight of a rabbit with it’s foot caught in twine. He sighed, letting his ghostliness drop as he went to help the poor creature.

As he knelt down, he gasped out some light blue fog and heard chuckling from right behind him.

“Don’t you know not to come out at night little boy?” a voice that sounded like the earth rumbling sneered out behind him.

Danny smirked. “Eh, I don’t think I’m your average meal though.” He stood and turned around, looking up at the creature. It appeared to be an emaciated werewolf with glowing red eyes, moss green fur and the exposed skin was deep red and stretched across the bones. “Weird, you reek of death, but also don’t seem to be made entirely of ectoplasm. Maybe you’re existing on something besides just ectoplasm? Let’s see, what’s your normal meal? Is it flesh or just fear?” Danny let his eyes glow as he floated up to be eye level with the creature. “What are you called by the way? Do you even have a name, or are you just called ‘Thing’? I think I’ll call you Jeff, you look like a Jeff.”

The creature froze when his eyes started glowing green and tilted it’s head to the side like a confused dog. “You smell dead child. Are you a new Thing? You obviously aren’t like the meat bags who live around here.”

“Oh, Hi, I’m Danny! I’m half ghost, so I’m half dead. What other Things are out here? Are they all like you, or are there different kinds? I’m assuming different kinds because you implied that I’d just be another one. Do you know any others? Can you take me to them?” Danny got excited and floated up close to the creature’s face.

“Hello Danny, I suppose I could tell you. I have no name, but there are others who have chosen names for themselves. There are banshees, shriekers, the Corn Children, more like me that are various animals, we have no name, but are the combined fear of animals in their dying moments. I survive from flesh and fear, though it can sustain me for ages. I eat when opportunity presents itself. Come child, I shall introduce you to those within the bounds of this place.”

Danny cheered and jumped onto Jeff’s back as they made their way through the fields.

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Later, Clark found Danny sitting around the hole he landed in talking to things that are from nightmares. He hovered closer and cleared his throat. The creatures froze and started to fade into the corn.

“Oh hi Clark! See my new friends?” Danny smiled from where he was curled under a creature that looked like a huge zombie dog with horrifically elongated limbs. Next to them was what appeared to be humanoid wrapped in rags with long black hair and a pair of identical pale toddlers holding each other’s hands in matching overalls. Some scaly thing that looked like a lizard turtle with tusks and a mane had vanished into the dirt.

“Child, I believe it is time for us to go. We will meet you when you wish, just appear here and one of us will find you. Thank you for making your presence known, it was nice to meet an Other. Now you must do as the meat bag children do and rest for you also must stay among them. Farewell child.” With that Jeff stood, nodded to Clark, and disappeared into the corn, the banshee and the children following.

Clark flew down to Danny and picked him up. “So, that was more terrifying than I expected. I thought you were just going to come across some foxes or a stray dog or something. I’m not sure how I feel knowing that the stories are true and there really are Things out here.” Clark moved to hold Danny bridal style as the kid curled into his shoulder and yawned. He flew them back to the house, it was well after midnight by now.

“I like Jeff, and Tony, and Bess, and Tim and Tom. They’re nice and they said they’d keep the fields safe for me.” Danny yawned huge as Clark set him down in his bed. “Don’t worry, they won’t let anyone else bother the Kent farm or your family. They like me.” Danny rolled over and almost immediately started snoring. Clark sighed and tucked Danny in, then made his way to his room, wondering if he could get to sleep after seeing those creatures.

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I know the creatures here are not exactly real cryptids, but I wasn’t sure which ones are okay to use without accidentally hurting people so I kinda made my own! What hijinks do you think Danny will get up no next? Will he drag Clark into it? Who knows! I’m writing this as it comes to me!

Part 1 Part 3

#Danny Phantom #danny is a cryptid #danny fenton #dpxdc #dp x dc #cryptids #superman #clark kent #my writing #good god I'm actually posting stuff and people are reading it oh my god

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legendarydreamer4ever · 2 years

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Clark & Lois in every episode ► 10.06 “Harvest”

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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year

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baby, you're a haunted house

“do you always have to toy with him?” you ask once you’re sure the two of you are alone but akiteru keeps you close to his body, shrugging at your words. “you’re so mean, baby!” with a whine, you tug the mask down so you can look akiteru in the eye while you scold him.

your boyfriend wasn’t exactly high on the idea of going to a college party four years after he’s already graduated but it was hard to deny you when you kept begging him the past few weeks. but after he heard his brother was coming, he practically leaped at the opportunity. he’s able to openly be with you—as open as he can be with a mask on—and piss off kei? that’s a recipe for a great night.

pairing: bad boy!akiteru x reader

words: 3.3k cw: fem!reader, halloween party, drunk sex, dubcon, knife play (it’s a fake knife), age gap (reader is 20/akiteru is 25), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, secret relationship, akiteru calls reader a “slut” once, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“You seem comfortable,”

“And you seem very uncomfortable. Who’re you supposed to be again?” Kei sighs, annoyed that he has to explain his costume to you for the tenth time that night. He caught up to you as you went into the kitchen to grab another beer from the cooler. The two of you got separated after he started catching up with Yamaguchi, who was looking super adorable in his Spider-Man costume.

“I’m Clark Kent,” he says definitely, pointing to the red “S” on his chest. The look you give him tells Kei you need more context. Again. “Alter ego of Superman.” It’s a cute enough ensemble. Kei’s got a button-down shirt on with the buttons undone just enough to show off the t-shirt underneath with the Superman logo.

His blonde hair is parted to the side and he’s wearing glasses with a thicker frame than usual. It’s a simple look, Kei wasn’t really the extravagant type.

But you were such a cliche, living up to the slutty Halloween trope every year. This time you went with a cheerleader costume with a cropped top, the shortest tennis skirt you could find, and, of course, a pair of pom-poms which you had unfortunately lost while dancing.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Kei asks, golden eyes staring at the can of White Claw in your hand that you just cracked open. “That’s what—your third one in an hour? I’m not giving you a piggyback ride when you’re too tired to walk home.”

You rolled your eyes and sipped on the seltzer anyway. Kei was always a buzzkill at parties, which is why you’re still surprised he even accompanied you to this one. Parties always seemed to crop up at the off-campus housing around Halloweekend and you were a frequent attendee, getting drunk and shaking ass with your friends.

Kei usually stays home, only to get bombarded with texts and Snapchat videos of you getting sloppy with your girlfriends in the skimpiest costume you could find that year—a nurse, a witch, a cowgirl, and even a slutty Chucky from the Child’s Play movies.

And every other year, you’d drunkenly call Kei because you somehow lost your friends and needed someone to help you get home. “Keiiiiii can you come get me?”

But this time is different for several reasons. The most obvious was Kei deciding to join you—sending a simple text that read i’m coming to the party. It seems like a last-minute decision, evident by the makeshift costume he was able to put together with what he had accessible to him but you’re thankful to have a familiar face in the sea of nobodies that flood this dingy frat house.

“I’ll be fine, dad, you forget how great my tolerance is,” you quip, taking another swig. The disappointment in Kei’s eyes doesn’t falter but you’re quick to change the conversation before he can scold you again. “Are you gonna sulk the entire time? Go mingle! Have fun, go—”

“You want me to grind up on random people like you were doing?”

You’ll give him that, the sluttiness doesn’t just stop at your costume. There have been plenty of parties that ended in heated makeout sessions in the bathroom with the stranger that had been catching your eye the entire night. The worst of it was the one-night stand you had with the cute guy in the Michael Myer’s mask that turned out to be one of the student-workers at the library. (You have to avoid eye contact with him every time there’s an issue with the printer now.)

“Maybe you should, Kei, you might get lucky,” you tease, bumping your shoulder into his. Your antics finally get a smile out of him, albeit a small one.

It all disappears when someone barges into the kitchen you two are talking in. A goof wearing a Ghostface costume makes a beeline toward you, holding two flashy, red streamers in one hand and a fake knife in the other. “My pom-poms!” you gasped, wrapping your arms around the horror movie slasher as if it’s Christmas and he's brought you a gift.

Kei watches with disdain as you tipsily flirt with the masked stranger, who holds your pom-poms over your head in an effort to keep you talking with him. The blonde is about to tell Ghostface off when the creep grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room without another word. “I’ll catch you later, Kei!” you giggle, allowing yourself to get pulled to the other side of the house, away from any prying eyes.

“Do you always have to toy with him?” you ask once you’re sure the two of you are alone but Ghostface keeps you close to his body, shrugging at your words. “You’re so mean, baby!” With a whine, you tug the mask down so you can look Akiteru in the eye while you scold him.

Your boyfriend wasn’t exactly high on the idea of going to a college party four years after he’s already graduated but it was hard to deny you when you kept begging him the past few weeks. But after he heard his brother was coming, he practically leaped at the opportunity. He’s able to openly be with you—as open as he can be with a mask on—and piss off Kei? That’s a recipe for a great night.

Plus, he couldn’t keep his hands off you with your spooky cheerleader outfit. You’re just so cute, he could eat you up. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, looking down at you in the dark hallway. He leans over to kiss you, the first one of the night now that he’s got you to himself.

“And you’re not listening to anything I say, huh?” you groaned, allowing Akiteru to keep pressing his lips against yours. With the way you’re soft for this boy, he could get away with murder. So what’s the damage if he tortures his little brother a bit? “Well, at least you found my pom-poms,” you said, cutely waving the metallic streamers.

“I think I deserve a reward for that,” Akiteru teases, hoping for another kiss but you grab his arm instead. His cute face starts to pout when you hand him back his mask, knowing that he won’t be getting any more kisses from you at the moment.

“Don’t give me that look, Aki. Dance with me and maybe you’ll get a reward,” you said, giving him one last peck before making him put the mask back on. Once his identity was concealed, you pulled him back to the living room where the party carried on—completely unaware that there was someone that definitely didn’t belong in their midst.

As the party progressed, your inhibitions got increasingly lowered. You met up with some of your girlfriends from class, none of whom questioned the 6ft slasher you were grinding against, and downed some shots. After each shot you’d get loud and giggly, grabbing your girls to dance in the middle of the room.

With each song, you and your friends sang your hearts out and even dragged Kei in for a while. For a moment, he came out of his shell cracking jokes as you and Yamaguchi danced around him. However, you were completely unaware of the tension between your childhood friend and the horror movie killer that nearly matches his height.

Each time Kei tried to get a little closer to you or wrap his arm around your shoulder, he’d get accidentally get bumped into by the faux knife-wielding stranger, who seemed to not have any idea how it happened.

But whenever he plucked the courage to call him out on it, your sweet face would sway him. “Aren’t you having fun, Kei?” Any anger that he had would disappear at that moment and he’d have no choice but to calm down.

As it got later into the night, though, Kei got a bit restless. “Hey, I think I’m gonna head home,” he yells over the music into your ear. His body feels exhausted and he wants nothing more than to collapse in bed.

You, on the other hand, don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. “What do you meeeean, it’s not even that late!” Your words were slurred at this point, anything and everything made you laugh and with each second it was getting harder for Kei to leave but his bones were telling him it was time to go home.

“You should be going home too,” Kei says, grabbing your hand but, even in your drunken state, you’re quick to free yourself from his grasp.

“Nooo, I’m staying, I’ll be fine,” you said, retreating back to your equally inebriated friends. Kei’s ready to argue with you but stops when that irritating Ghostface asshole is back, wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you in for another dance.

That’s when it finally clicks to Kei that you won’t be going home with him tonight.

You’re so engrossed with your mystery partner that you barely acknowledge Kei’s “be careful,” as he heads out of the house, a nervous Yamaguchi in tow. Unbeknownst to Kei though, is that he’s left you with the one person you’ve been wanting to spend the most time with.

Daringly, you lift up Ghostface’s mask just enough you expose his mouth and kiss Akiteru on the lips, breathing in the scent of his cologne. “Careful, baby,” he whispers.

“I think I’m ready to give you your reward,” you say, nodding your head over to the door in the hallway that leads to the basement.

“This is exactly the kind of scenario that you’d want to avoid in a horror movie,” he said, hovering over you on the small couch in the middle of the basement. The thumping sound of the party was heard above your heads but the both of you were too involved with each other to care. “Look at you, you’re even underneath the killer, baby.”

You hummed, untying the knot wrapped around the waist of Akiteru’s costume, wanting to get rid of all of the fabric coming to touch his body. “No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” you joked, alcohol still heavy on your breath. “I want to be in the sequel.” You laugh, pulling Akiteru’s costume over his head for him, along with his shirt.

“You’re really pulling out the movie quotes right now?” he grimaces, most girls get flirty when they’re drunk but you become an even bigger dork. Maybe he’s the weird one though since he finds that odd part of you attractive. Akiteru’s cool, older guy exterior crumbles once he feels you tugging at the belt of his jeans, desperate to get him undressed. “Did you miss me, baby?”

“Mmhm…” you nod. Once Akiteru’s belt is unbuckled, you work hard to drag his pants down but he pins your hands back to the couch, attacking your lips with deep kisses.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting undressed, hm?” He says, pulling off the top of your cheer uniform. With skillful fingers, Akiteru is able to remove your bra as well. He takes a second to take in your half-naked form—doe eyes staring up at him in a drunken haze. After another kiss, he flips up your skirt, thumb rubbing against the front of your panties.

It wasn’t the ideal location—the basement was a mess and smelled like stale beer but it would have to do for now. With the current state of your relationship, it’s rare for the two of you to get any time together. You’re busy with school and Akiteru’s work schedule it’s always a bit of a struggle. Plus, neither of you is sure how to drop the news to Kei.

There have been a few moments where you’ve been found out and if Kei has caught on, he hasn’t made it known. But you’re certainly not in the mood to be upfront about it now at least. Akiteru takes it all in stride, never pressuring you to tell anyone until you’re ready. Besides, sneaking around is kind of fun sometimes and fucking with Kei’s head is only the icing on the cake.

Akiteru groans when he pulls down your panties and sees how wet you already are, probably just as pent up as he was the whole night. Maybe you’ve been hoping to have some time alone too. He doesn’t get enough time to appreciate the sight, though as you start whining for him to do something. “Let me have my fun,” he snaps, slapping your thigh to get you to behave. “It’s been a while, can you even take me anymore?”

You’re so frustrated, so hungry for any kind of stimulation. With a locked door, Akiteru has all the time in the world to toy with you and he intends on taking advantage of it. He reaches over and grabs the knife from his costume and runs the rubber blade along your stomach. The sudden touch makes you jolt. “Sweetie, it’s fake, remember?” he coos, tickling your abdomen before venturing a bit lower. Flipping the knife over, Akiteru rubs the hilt against your slit, laughing when you gasp at the touch.

With two of his fingers, Akiteru stretches you out while the blade handle keeps teasing your bud, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum for me, dumb girl. You’re such a fucking horror slut cumming around a knife. Maybe I’ll use a real one next time, hm? Wanna see that cute lil fear in your eyes when I make you cum,” he rambles, pressing harder on your clit.

“Aki, I want your cock. Wanna cum from your cock, please,” you cried, clutching the fabric of the couch underneath you. Akiteru found it so precious to see you trying to stop yourself from cumming. He knows his fingers aren’t enough, you want his cock to pump you full until you can’t think anymore. Such a sweet girl you are but Akiteru wants to embarrass you.

He doesn’t let up, though. Instead, Akiteru pulls his fingers out and fucks you with the knife hilt, using his thumb to circle your clit this time. You’re shaking, unable to form a coherent sentence and Akiteru knows you’re going to cum. “You’re really gonna cum on my knife, huh? Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get my cock. I just wanted to make sure you could take it,” He says, keeping your legs spread while he continues punishing your pussy.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, tongue drooling as you finally cum. Your hands reach for Akiteru’s wrist, trying to stop his movements before you get too sensitive but he keeps going, making you ride out your orgasm until your body stops twitching. “That’s my good girl. It was so much, right? You’ve earned my cock, sweetie, gonna give it all to you.”

Akiteru tugs his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It’s already hard and leaking when he decides to give himself some attention. Akiteru swears he could cum just from your own pleasure. He gets off on it and he’s going to give you even more. He strokes himself, giving you a few moments to come down from your last orgasm. Your juices absolutely drenched the knife after he pulled it out, earning a few whimpers when he does it.

He slaps his cock against your cunt, nearly slipping in a few times from how wet you are at this point. A few choked sobs escape you and Akiteru shushes them away. “I know it’s a lot, baby, but you can cum for me again, right?”

You sniffle, wrapping your arms around Akiteru’s neck to pull him closer. “M’so sensitive, Aki…” you mumble, burying your head into the crook of his neck. “Go slow, okay?”

Akiteru nods, only pushing in the tip of his cock at first. You throw your head back, sighing when your walls constrict around him. Akiteru himself has to take a few seconds. Bless his resolve—if he were still the inexperienced virgin he was when he was in college, he would’ve cum right then, immediately blowing his load the second he got a crumb of pussy. But he’s mature now and knows a thing or two now. He can definitely fuck you better than any of those losers you had before him, that’s for sure.

He fucks you with just a tip before pushing in a bit more, letting you get accustomed to him before daring to go further. Akiteru wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while. You two have been making do with quickies before anyone came home, sending nudes, and even FaceTime sex but not the long, drawn-out fucking that the two of you have been aching for.

It takes a while but Akiteru eventually gets his length fully inside, stretching you out so sweetly. You tug on the hair at the back of his neck, when he starts moving. “Oh—oh, fuck, Aki!” you gasp. Akiteru pushes your legs back until your thighs touch your chest. You’re drooling again, tongue glistening with spit with each unintelligible babbling. He ducks his head under to take one of your nipples into his mouth, biting down on the soft skin just to hear you cry out more. “I’m gonna—m’gonna cum again, Aki. Can’t hold it, I can’t…” you whine, clenching around him with every thrust.

“Look, baby, look,” Akiteru says, bringing your attention to where the two of you are connected. His cock sinks into your warm cunt over and over, rearranging your insides like an animal in heat.

The sight is too much. You still haven’t fully recovered from the effects of your first orgasm. “Aki, Aki, Aki—ah, it feels so good. Gonna make a mess. Gonna cum!” Akiteru takes that as his cue to go faster, wanting both of you to cum together. He ruts into you as if his life depends on it, each thrust forcing small “ahs!” to fall from your lips.

Try as he might, you still cum first and your nails drag down the length of his back when you do. Your climax leaves a vice grip around his cock and that’s what sends Akiteru over the edge. Chanting your name in between curses he fucks you until he goes silent and slack-jawed. His hot seed floods your cunt for the first time in weeks.

When the both of you come to after the hypothetical dust settles, you can hear the sounds of the still ongoing party. It’s gotten even louder since you went into the basement, everyone completely unaware of what’s happening underneath them. “I need to get you home,” Akiteru says, going into responsible mode after cumming.

“Stay over?” you ask, voice shot from all the crying you’ve been doing. “You can leave in the morning, nobody questions it when a grown man is out all night.” To sweeten the deal a bit, you pull Akiteru in for a kiss.

If you’re soft when it comes to him, it’s a million times worse on Akiteru’s end. He can’t argue with you. “Fine,” he leans in for another kiss and one more after that before taking charge. Akiteru cleans you up as best as he can and dresses the both of you. With your costumes back on, Akiteru leads you upstairs and through the massive crowd to disappear into the night.

“You’re just getting home?” Kei asks when his brother walks through the front door in the morning. “I didn’t know parties at stationary got crazy like that,” he teases over his bowl of cereal.

Akiteru grimaces at the bright lights in the house. “Haha, I got hammered and stayed at a friend's place,” he says, dropping his bag near the couch and immediately going for the coffee maker in the kitchen.

Kei’s about to throw another joke at his brother’s disheveled appearance when he notices something out of the corner of his eye. It must have fallen out of Akiteru’s bag but Kei can see it clear as day when he turns his head. The unmistakable sight of a Ghostface mask laying on the floor.

He keeps his comments to himself.