#Walter Walker

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Blessed Event (1932) Roy Del Ruth

April 4th 2024

[whileiamdying]

THE SCREEN: “Mae West Reveals Herself as a Circus Queen in “I’m No Angel” at the Paramount—Saturday's Millions”

I'M NO ANGEL, based on a story by Mae West and supported by Lowell Brentano; music and lyrics by Harvey Brooks, Gladys Du Bois and Ben Ellison; directed by Wesley Ruggles; a Paramount production. At the Times Square and Brooklyn Paramounts.

Tira .... Mae West Jack Clayton .... Cary Grant Bill Barton .... Edward Arnold Slick .... Ralf Harolde Alicia Hatton .... Gertrude Michael Kirk .... Kent Taylor Thelma .... Dorothy Peterson Benny Pinkowitz .... Russell Hopton Beulah .... Gertrud Michael The Chump .... William Davidson Rajah .... Nigel de Bruller Bob .... Irving Pichel Omnes.... George Bruggeman Harry .... Nat Pendleton Chauffeur .... Morrie Cohen Judge .... Walter Walker

by MORDAUNT HALL.

Arrayed in a variety of costumes which set off her sinuous form, Mae West is appearing at the Paramount in her latest screen vehicle, "I'm No Angel," a title which, as might be surmised, fits the leading character. Here Miss West, who wrote the story herself from “suggestions contributed" by Lowell Brentano, is beheld as a circus beauty named Tira, who wins applause and admiration by risking her blond head in a lion's mouth twice daily.

It is a rapid-fire entertainment, with shameless but thoroughly contagious humor, and one in which Tira is always the mistress of the situation, whether it be in the cage with wild beasts, in her boudoir with admirers or in a court of law.

Tira is ever ready with & flip double entendre and' she permits no skeleton to be found behind her cupboard doors. She has an emphatic personality, which proves a magnet for even social lights with millions. She receives costly presents, Including diamond necklaces, but she is hardly a gold-digger. She refrains from posing, preferring to keep to her natural slangy speech in her journey through the story from a tent to a penthouse.

She admits that she has thrown discretion to the winds, and she sometimes finds herself in an awkward predicament, but through a wily lawyer she succeeds in proving that she is guiltless. The feeble parts of this picture are those in which a criminal known as Slick is introduced. The less one sees of him the better one feels, for the production is interesting only as long as it proceeds on its merry route.

The glimpses of Tira making her impressive entry to the circus arena and then proceeding to the big cage with the roaring lions are depicted shrewdly. Tira does not actually stick her whole head in the lion's mouth, but contents herself by putting her face between the beast's jaws, which is quite enough.

Even this is set forth with a certain degree of fun, and one feels that Tira probably has a pistol ready for an emergency and that other circus employees are ready to shoot in the event that the beast starts to close its mouth. But one is apt to wonder whether they could possibly be quick enough. Society among the spectators is thrilled, all except one snobbish girl, who is furious because her fiancé is very enthusiastic over the performer's courage-and her beauty.

Later there comes the time when Tira puts her fair head into a court of law as the plaintiff in a breach-of-promise case. She sues Jack Clayton, whom she really loves, for $1,000,000, and it is not Tira's artful counsel who wins the case, but the circus queen herself. She cross-examines the defendant's witnesses and turns their testimony in her own favor, the unusual proceeding being countenanced by a judge whose sympathy Tira wins with the utmost ease.

Miss West plays her part with the same brightness and naturalness that attended her second film role. There is no lack of spontaneity in her actions or in the utterance of her lines. She is a remarkable wit, after her fashion. Cary Grant is pleasing as Clayton and Walter Walker is excellent as the considerate old judge. Gregory Ratoff does well as Tara’s lawyer. Wesley Ruggles has directed the film with his usual intelligence.

[eccentricallygothic]

Divorced Dad!Captain Syverson who experiences a real time brain short-circuit when he sees how well you get along with his kids during your first meeting with them… 

Warning(s): Breeding kink, size kink, old man!Sy, age gap, manhandling, groping, fluff, boob play, unprotected p-in-v, I added plot to it TT. MDNI.

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After the messy divorce that followed his turbulent marriage, Sy was not looking forward to any relations with the opposite sex, if possible. With his former profession a constant hurdle to his life as part of a unionized pair and marital bliss, what had started as a promising relationship had turned out to be one of those unfortunate marriages where children were sought as a last resort to perhaps save the remnants of the already rotten love between man and wife. Though being someone from a background that held family in the highest esteem and always having been fond of the idea of his own lot, Sy loved his children more than life itself and there was not a thing in the world he would trade for them. And that was the reason why he had preferred to opt for an early retirement so custody would not be an issue between him and his ex-wife who was more than eager to shed off everything affiliated with the name Syverson like an illness.

You, on the other hand, though not much experienced with the opposite sex were not too warm to the idea of children. Being a student in her last year of higher education and only so old as you were, your attitude hardly deserved to be subjected to scrutiny. That, and the fact that you hadn't really had many young ones around you while growing up as an only child, calling you a foreigner to the scene would not qualify as an exaggeration and hence it can be said that it is more indifference than contempt on your part. 

So naturally, when it happened, it was strictly unplanned. And very fateful. With a rather traumatized Sy in a sort of an emotional limbo who had more than enough reason to keep to himself, and a stressed with soon approaching future endeavors as well as disillusioned with the opposite sex you, the night you had bumped into each other outside the bar restrooms where Sy had been dragged to cheer up by his friends and you to loosen up by yours, the rather fast yet steady rate at which the two of you had woven into each other had been unexpected to say the least. 

But now, as Sy fires up the grill in his backyard to begin the little BBQ he has planned for today when you meet his children for the first time, the prided and much experienced grill expert nearly burns his hand because he is so busy inwardly fawning over how quickly his rugrats have warmed up to you. And you, Sy will swear on anything that you are just the most perfect woman— person alive. Everything is just right with you. Even on days when the world seems to press down on him, your mere presence is there to help his spirits back up and elate as well as support him in every sense.

Though he had been honest about his condition since the beginning, after his initial reluctance to get with you as you were so much younger and inexperienced compared to him, children weren't peculiarly a topic that came up between the two of you except occasions where Sy wanted to share a little victory or rant with you. So as you keep his toddler on one hip with a protective arm around her, your perfect body -Sy's words- clad in a bonny bright coloured sundress, and hold the hand of his 5 year old who excitedly shows you around the mini patio of the modern farmhouse, memories of his own mother scarce if any, your making conversation with the boy and giggling along to his lisp droning flutters Sy's heart in a way that he thought he had outgrown. 

It also excites him with a kind of boyish heat that the former military Captain had thought he had shed off with his adolescent youth.

And so he just has to have you by yielding to a similar impatience and desperation, the musical sound of your giggles faintly fluttering its melodies upon his flush and thumping ears as he gets to it.

“God, Sy!” The huff in your words fires him up even more and he cannot hold back any longer. “You’re such a brute!” His coarse and scarred paws heavily pull at your dress with a crazed desperation to help you find the restroom, as he had told one of the farm hands that he had left the children under. “Oof!” The whine you let out before instinctively craning your head to try and ease the way his thick beard tickles the tender skin of the curve of your neck makes him growl into your carotid pulse that he worships with his hot lips, the pressure of your pressing your face into his as well as the soft pants you let out, your chest bumping into his with each heave of your lungs, only lithifies his bulging erection even more. 

“Gon' fatten up your pretty lil’ pussy with my cum, baby” Sy's breaths scorch your clammy skin with their burning weight. His hands grope and expose you everywhere they can reach, and they can do so everywhere because of how much smaller hence ragdoll-like you are compared to him. “Wouldja like that, angel?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he boosts your thighs up his tall legs and around his waist, the fat and leaking tip of his cock grazing against your holes from how he is kissing you everywhere he can reach. “Me stuffing that cute tummy full of siblings for Tim and Bethy, huh?” You know he would never actually do something as serious so callously without a prior discussion so you breathlessly nod, pushing your oral muscles to gulp down the thick bile in your throat and tip your head against the wall to prepare yourself to withstand his intrusion of your pussy that thanks to his girth always feels like not only your first time with him but your very deflowering in general.

 “Yes” your mouth falls open as he reaches below the hold with which he has your whole body propped up. “Yes, please~” his balmy tip finds its destination in the tiny, drenched and quivering closed up band that leads to your reproductive cavern. “Please fimme with your babies, Sy~” when the stretch makes your tiny hole burn around his girth, your mouth lets loose all the obscene words of vulgar desire. 

“Yeah, baby?” Sy's fingers flex over your ass and caress their way up your side before coming down and repeating the action, his thumb stealing strokes of your nipples as he does. “Wanna make me a Daddy, yeah?” A hiss leaves your mouth and your back arches at the feeling of your walls sheathing him deep within themselves. His breathtaking urgency nearly puts a dent in your innards. “Want me to make you all round and heavy here?” Your pussy clenches around the hilt of his cock when he suddenly gropes your naval into a greedy handful.

“Yes, please, Sy!” Your whole form bounces up in the air when the man gives you a thrust so powerful that has you mewling and digging your nails in his shoulders. “Wanna make you a Daddy so bad, Sy!” His dick has always had a hypnotic effect on you, for the minute it's in the vicinity of any of your holes, you become a brain dead parrot for him. 

“Atta girl~” he cooes, tossing your body further up with a strong stab of his hips so he can clamp his teeth down on one of your boobs.

MASTERLIST

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I am MAD for this man. Like I am not even hot on kids. WHAT—

[xan-the-emo-trans-man]

”you can’t prove they were gay!”

well you can’t prove they weren’t gay

[lethargicmarigold]

hi girl kisser nation i gift all with patsyjen. very important

also follow my IG :3 @lethargic_marigoldd ill prob change my name on here to that just for consistency tbf

also bonus yap session

[sosa2imagines]

Theirs!

Imagine Walter Marshall is your neighbour and he's very much interested in you. But what you don't know is that he has a twin brother August Walker, who is equally much interested in you.

The brothers decide to share you. One is possessive and the other one is obsessed!

You being navie don't know the truth. At times you feel Walter is not being himself but you don't know that it's, his brother August.

You confront him, but he just waves it off.

The brothers don't like you having male friends. All hell breaks loose when they see you going out on a date.

That's it, enough of hiding. They hatch a plan. Next thing you know, you are waking up in a secluded cabin on a giant bed.

You see Walter entering the bedroom, you smile in relief, but that quickly turns into a frown when you see a lookalike standing next to him. That's when you get to know about the Walter having a twin brother.

Everything makes sense, why at times you felt him behaving different. You want to go, but they hold you back.

Before you know it, both of them are claiming you. Taking over your senses and resistance. The possessiveness and obsessiveness driving you crazy.

You are theirs now.

[slut-for-henry-cavill]

Are my tumblr girlies breathing okay after seeing Hen in The ministry of ungentlemanly warfare trailer!?

Surely we weren't expecting that😭😂

Ps- Yes I too got light headed each time he stuck his tongue out. He's fucking wild in this and I'm here for it

Ps Ps- is it just me or that character seems like mix of Captain Syverson and Napolean Solo lol!?

CANT WAIT FOR TUMBLR TO GO WILD WITH THIS MAN'S FICS!!!!

@shellyshellshell @littlefreya @augustsprincess @mayloma

[why-i-love-comics]

Venom War: Zombiotes #3 (2024)

written by Cavan Scott art by Juan Jose Ryp & Ceci De La Cruz

[hederasgarden]

Since you’re currently into Henry Cavill, how do you think each of his characters would react if they unexpectedly walked in on the reader while changing?

Bestie, I love these types of asks. They're so fun. I haven't watched all of his movies so I am going to do the ones I know.

It wasn’t an accident. He knew you were in there changing and deliberately walked in, looking to get an eyeful. While you're stammering and fumbling to cover yourself up he's leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest.

“Don’t hurry on my account, sweetheart,” he'd say with a teasing smirk.

Walter would be so absorbed in the folder he’s come to discuss that he wouldn't realize you’re half-naked until he looked up. He'd stare at you for approximately two seconds, brain buffering, before quickly averting his gaze and turning around with a muttered, "Fuck."

Later on, as he stands next to you making his coffee and studiously avoiding eye contact, he’d probably say, “Doors have locks for a reason, you know.”

Poor Clark would be flustered and awkward, stammering out a series of rapid apologies and excuses promising he didn't see anything. He'd practically fly from the room. Later, he'd find you again to apologize, staring at the floor and nervously pushing his glasses up his nose each time they slide down.

"It's okay," you'd assure him, a hand on his arm. "I meant for you to see."

"Oh." He'd stare at you for a long moment, processing your words before his cheeks dimpled with a big smile. "In that case, I saw everything."

Sy would definitely stare at you for a hot second before slapping one of his meaty hands over his eyes. He’d offer a gruff apology while blindly fumbling for the door.

“I didn’t see anything,” he’d promise, even though he definitely did. Later, when the two of you finally got together and you’re wearing the same set, he’d slip a finger under your bra strap with a grin. “Was hoping to see this again,” he’d say

Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Club AU

A collection of drabbles that intersect at the same club.

THE DUFF (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

NIGHTLIFE (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

WASTED (Bucky Barnes, MCU)

SNAKE EYES (Loki, MCU)

MISE EN PLACE (Thor, MCU)

BLACK LIGHT (August Walker, Mission Impossible)

CAUSE OF ACTION (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

CARPE NOCTEM (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

BAD REPUTATION (Frank Castle, The Punisher)

UP ALL NIGHT (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

IF YOU CAN’T DANCE (Jonathan Pine, The Night Manager)

HANGOVER (Johnny Storm, Fantastic Four)

TREAT YOU (Peter Parker, MCU)

NIGHT MOVES (Nick Fowler, The 355)

AT FIRST SIGHT (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

YOU MAKE ME WANNA (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

MEMBERS ONLY (Tommy Shelby, Peaky Blinders)

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

[witchywithwhiskey]

🌿🌷 witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun masterlist 🌷🌿

hello hello friends!!! are we having (springtime) fun yet? 😏

thank you to everyone that responded to my little springtime fun event by sending in asks with prompts!!! i've still got a lot that i want to respond to, so as of now, this event is CLOSED. i'm going to try to get to as many prompts as i can, but may not get to all of them. if i don't get to yours, i'm still so so thankful you sent it in ♡♡♡

here's everything i've written so far:

sakura blossoms are never a bad idea [jake jensen]

a delicious picnic [ransom drysdale]

the kitten and the bear [walter marshall]

waiting out the spring downpour [bucky barnes]

a beautiful spring afternoon [andy barber]

under the springtime sun [ari levinson]

a cozy little home surrounded by flowers [captain syverson]

kneeling among the spring flowers [steve rogers + bucky barnes]

pleasure among the primroses [august walker]

go frolicking in a field of flowers [steve rogers]

a steamy springtime morning [curtis everett]

ruining a perfect springtime date [lloyd hansen]

undone by a pretty spring sundress [andy barber]

a delicious end to a delightful spring day [nick fowler]

tempting fate in the park [bucky barnes]

first-time plant parents [ari levinson]

morning cuddling with the love of your life [captain syverson]

cooped up on a nice spring day [lloyd hansen]

getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon [bucky barnes]

can't resist a dare [ransom drysdale]

that secret place in the garden [ari levinson]

dreaming of a rainy spring morning [andy barber]

a scheme on a spring day [ransom drysdale]

a fruitful afternoon in the strawberry field [ari levinson]

everything for this event can be found under the tag #witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun on my blog

[augustsprincess]

Baby daddy's, for your enjoyment.

It might take August a while to get used to a human pooping machine.

Walter is used to it and Sy is soooo happy to be past that stage. (he doesn't realize there's another baby on the way shhh)

[changenameno]

Wild Ride PART 3

(Complete, links to the first and second part, down below)

Summary: You’ve arrived at the wedding, with three rather frustrated guys, what to do? - “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

– Well it’s later now...

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader, Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, size kink, ‘voyeurism’, foursome, vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, praise-kink, lots of manhandling (because they are all brutes), fluffy ending, MDNI

Word count: 3.5 K

A/N: Well what can I say, I just couldn’t torture the guys like that, so they’ll finally get some relieve in this part… It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨ ENJOY !



! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1 or PART 2)

PART 3

The remaining car ride flew by, like nothing. At least for you, satisfied and a little drowsy. The guys on the other hand, couldn’t await the arrival.

Unfortunately for them the traffic had been slow, so you were running a little late.

Meaning there was no time to unpack or go up into the hotel room. Instead you were ushered along, by a nervous looking bridesmaid.

During the ceremony you four stood in the back, because the seats were filled already. Once the first dance of the married couple took place, it was way past noon.

You tried ignoring the heated glares you received from the three gentleman. When you were dancing with Walter, there was suddenly a tap on your shoulder, so you turned around. August’s sly smile greeting you as he held out a hand, “May I have this next dance?”

Knowing he was up to no good, you hesitated but nodded slowly. With more grace than you thought him capable off, August started to glide over the dance-floor, with you secure in his arms. Swaying this way and that. You were nearly a little disappointed when the song ended and he hadn’t made ‘the’ move.

But just before you reached the buffet, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back against a sturdy body, “Suite 222, in fifteen. Don’t be late. Think you kept us waitin’ long enough, Sugar’.”

Shockingly Sy’s raspy voice was enough to get your panties wet again.

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply went around the buffet to the doorway, where August and Walter were waiting. Mouth gaping you watched as the three guys retreated. Walter gave you a last reassuring look over his shoulder then winked teasingly, before he was gone as well.

Good God, what’ve you gotten yourself into?

 

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 Because you didn’t want to wait one more damned second, you went to the front desk after only ten minutes. “Excuse me, erm. Could I get the elevator key to suite 222?”

The bespectacled woman behind the desk, gave you a once over then asked, “Mrs. Walker I presume?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, to prevent the snarky remark from leaving your lips. That annoying mother*cker had dared…

But then a gleeful smile curled your lips upwards, as you thought about Walter’s reaction, when you’d tell him later, what August had done.

Trying to keep your voice as casual as possible you answered,” Yeah that’s me. Mrs. Walker.”

She simply reached inside a drawer and handed you a small golden key, you thanked her and made your way over to the elevator, getting inside.

You had to hand it to August though, he was classy. Just the elevator looked extremely expensive already, with gold and white marble. There was only one button you could press with a small keyhole besides it. Putting the key in and turning it, made the doors glide shut, then you pressed the button and the elevator began to ascend.

 

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The elevator dinged and the doors opened, making your presents known to the three waiting men.

You took a few steps into the spacious room. There to your right, stood Sy. He was only wearing his dress pants, showing off his deliciously muscled and hairy chest. Sparkling blue eyes taking in your every movement, as you slowly stepped out of your heels.

Nearby there were two chairs, deliberately positioned diagonally to a bed. Not just any bed, there behind him was the largest one you’d ever seen, dark wooden frames in stark contrast to the snow white sheets on top.

At first, giddy as you were, you didn’t see the other two entering the suite. As more pressing urges overtook you for a second, sprinting to the bed and jumping backwards onto the soft mattress, bouncing slightly, giggling all the while.

As you sat up, August leaned against a sideboard arms crossed, a soft smile grazing his lips. His white dress shirt unbuttoned.

The mattress dipping, made you look away, to your right. Walter, only clad in his boxer shorts, had sat down next to you, an even softer expression on his face,” You know I love you, right?”

“Of course. By the way, I happen to love you too, you know,” you murmured back, while crawling closer to him. He reached out and easily manoeuvred you to straddle his lap, “Mmmh I know. What I meant is…You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright? You can stop anytime, yeah?”

Thankful for Walter’s reassurance you nodded. “Yeah.” Then added a little louder, meaning to address the whole room, “So, how do you want me?” Biting your lip for good measure.

Sy’s answering growl followed suit, “Ohh fuck, you wanna kill us darlin’?”

You felt warmth soaring through your body when August’s demanding rasp sounded, “Come here.”

To Walter’s disappointment you slid off his lap, then you sauntered over to where August was leaning against the sideboard still. He straightened up as you came to a stop in front of him, towering over you, uncrossing his arms. Immediately jumping at the opportunity presented, you let your fingers touch his toned stomach.

Playfully skimming upwards to his broad shoulders, raising goosebumps as you went along. And then trying to strip him of his dress shirt. As he caught on, to what you were doing, he shrugged his shoulders back and pulled the offending fabric all the way off his body.

You wanted to admire his whole form, so you tried taking a step back, but you only succeeded in colliding with another large, naked chest. Tilting your head back, you were met with sparkling blue eyes once again, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?”

Shuddering, you felt trapped between those two impossibly wide bodies. Like a deer to be devoured by its predators. Though all this accomplished, was that your core tightened and your nipples began poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Body getting even more exited for what was to come.

“You know, I think we should make the dressing situation square. Someone’s terribly overdressed, no?”

Before you could answer, Sy’s huge paws landed on your shoulders, moving smoothly to the sipper of your dress. Pulling it down, exposing you to your lower back. Then he swiftly pulled it open wider and the sleeves down your arms. Your own hands assisting in taking off your dress completely, till it landed at your feet.

Both August and the captain were breathing heavily, eyes caressing every patch of your skin that lay bare. Using their stupefied state, you slipped from between their bodies and darted to your boyfriend on the bed, who had watched everything until now.

Walter pulled you closer, so you were sitting on your knees between his outstretched legs, while he was leaning against the headboard. “Who is overdressed now?”, you purred back August’s previous statement.

Both men shuffled over to the left side of the bed, nearly losing their footing in their hurry to undress. Swallowing thickly, your heart stopped for a second.

Because they had not, as you thought they would, just removed their pants. Oh no, they now stood to your left as naked as the day they were born.

“Fu-ucking hell…”

You didn’t know where to look first. They were both as enormously gifted down there as Walter. And just as achingly hard.

August had a thick vein pulsing, running from his crown all the way down, and you wanted nothing more than to follow it with your tongue. Up and up, until you could get to that pearly drop of precum. Unconsciously liking your lips.

Sy took the initiative and climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, his index finger beckoning you forward and towards him.

 

Though before you complied, you turned in Walter’s arms and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, making him groan into your mouth. It didn’t last very long, only a few moments then you escaped his embrace, again. You’d swear that you felt Walter’s frustrated growl, vibrate through your body, making your cunt pulse in response. Might be that you should stop, poking the bear.

Still you crawled to Sy, mouth salivating. Between his tree-trunk thighs, stood his massive, erect cock against his stomach. Twitching violently when you propped yourself up, on said thighs. Next you leaned up, planting your sweet lips against his.

His big hands gripped your waist, dragging you up his thighs and pressing your panty clad pussy directly to his raging hard-on. Mewling and trembling, you grasped his bearded chin tighter and rolled your hips.

Yet his hands stopped your movement instantly. You pulled your head back, unsure, “Don’t you want?”

“Oh if you knew how much I want. It’s just… I’m gonna blow right now, if you don’t stop. And I wanna do that somewhere else, okay sugar’?”

“O-okay.”

He smirked then let you down gently on the bed, you’d forgotten for a moment that next to you, there was a rather frustrated August awaiting his turn. He leaned onto the bed and grabbed your thighs, effortlessly though roughly pulling you to him. A whimper escaped your lips, at his rugged manhandling of you.

Like a hungry panther he crawled over your body and attacked your neck with bruising kisses. You opened your legs wider, so he could settle between them, searing lips wondering down to your black lacy bra.

Without removing his lips, his hands slithered behind your back, unceremoniously opening your bra then wrenching it off. Sitting up a little August’s dilated pupils landed on the most perfect set of tits he’d ever encountered.

Bending down once more, he whispered against your left nipple, “Breath-taking.” Then he encircled it with his hot tongue, making you bow your back at the sensation. He focused a while on your left side before he switched and gave your right tit the same treatment, only coming up to ask, “I need a real taste. May I, love?”

For a second your head was so foggy from the pleasure that you didn’t understand what he meant. But as soon as his callused hands skated down your stomach to the waistband of your panties, you knew. “Y-yes, please.”

The sinister glint in his sapphires, made you gush some more especially because he added huskily, “Such a good girl, begging already.”

Apparently patience running thin, behind you Walter snarled, sounding more animal than man, “Get on with it. Or do you need help?”

August ignored him, but moved further down, kneeling on the floor pulling you with him, so your legs were on either side of his head. Your panties were gone faster than a speeding bullet.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the man between your legs, because just then Sy and Walter scooted over and knelt by your head. Huge cocks bobbing.

Evidently Walter had removed his boxers some time ago when you weren’t paying attention. Now kneeling behind your head, holding his cock in hand, like a weapon, slowly moving up and down, penetrating gaze fixed on your wet, wet pussy.

The captain wasn’t fairing much better, holding his cock close to your face, though eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. When August’s wide tongue swiped through your folds a loud moan broke free from deep within you, and then three resounding grunts followed yours. He hummed against your centre, making your hips buck up, “Fuck, so wet. And you really do taste fantastic.”

You were only able to mewl in response as his nose brushed your clit and he began tongue fucking you in earnest. Fingers of your left hand digging into something hot, while you jerked in August’s hold. A somewhat anguished voice brought you back to reality, “Sugar’ you better let go, I still need that blood circulation there.”

In your delirium you’d accidently wrapped your hand around Sy’s boner a little too tightly, quickly retracting your hand and gripping the bedspread instead. And not a moment too soon, because August added one of his long fingers, suckling on your nub and you were done for. Your back bowing off the bed and letting out a loud cry as you came in his mouth.

He fingered you through your release, only then withdrawing, liking his lips clean, though his moustache was still shining with your juices.

 

Not even quite recovered from your intense orgasm, strong arms lifted you up, hurriedly positioning you on your hands and knees. The only warning your boyfriend gave you, before sliding his thick length in, being a thundered, “My turn!”

A pathetic whimper left your lips as he continued to push further into you, slick easing his way. “Ahhrg, so fucking tight, my love”, he breathed into your ear, hairy chest pressed onto your back.

The added weight suddenly making your arms give out, but he’d curled his biceps around your chest, preventing you from face-planting into the mattress. With a tilt of his hips, Walter shoved himself in to the hilt, which made you feel incredibly full. Incomprehensible noises leaving you.

 

Walter simply held you against him, letting you adjust to his cock, while whispering praises into your hair. “Such a good, good girl. Yeah that’s it, taking me so well.”

A few minutes passed where your walls finally grew accustomed to the fat rod sparing them open. Taking in a deep breath your eyes fixed onto August, who was still kneeling on the floor, then you glanced to your left at Sy, a wicked idea forming inside your head.

You leaned back into Walter which made him grunt and then you whispered, “I want both of them in my mouth.” He chuckled darkly, purposefully answering loud enough for them to hear, “Pretty sure they want your naughty little mouth on them as well.”

As if he’d put them under his spell, August and Sy were on their feet even before you could begin to feel embarrassed about what Walter had said. Two pairs of lust blown pupils landing on your naked form, moving south and lingering where Walter and you were now conjoined, tight pussy fluttering around his angry cock.

Without leaving your hot cavern, your boyfriend half pushed, half carried you to the edge of the mattress. The movement making you moan softly, aching for him to finally fuck you with intent.

When you didn’t immediately reach for the weeping cocks in front of you, Sy grew impatient and grabbed your hand, putting it around his. Beginning to move it up and down his length, until you found the perfect rhythm. Moan after moan leaving him.

Having such a hunk of a man standing there, falling apart because of you, made you feel incredibly powerful. “Yeah just like that, sugar’. Perfect!”

Walter let go of your upper body enough, so you could lean forward onto your unoccupied hand. Which you did, in reach of your mouth there was now August’s enormous member, standing as upright as ever.

Teasing was no longer an option, therefore you quickly got started with the task at hand, letting your tongue swipe up from his balls, along the delicious looking vein still pulsing rapidly under his skin. Obscenely smacking your lips together, over the swollen mushroom-like tip and tasting the first drops of his salty precum.

Becoming putty in your hands as well, he pressed out, “Fu-fuck, love, that tongue of yours…arrgh… Please don’t stop.”

You weren’t really good with multitasking but for them, you’d give it your best shot. Taking August’s cock in as far as it’d go without choking, while continuing to pump your hand on Sy’s in the same rhythm as before. Their freely flowing moans letting you know that they were enjoying it very much.

But you grew restless. Walter still hadn’t started moving and it made the annoyance and frustration within, flair high. More than just a little eager, you pushed back, hard. Hoping he’d get the hint.

He did. One big hand, held onto your hip, as he pulled out nearly all the way, before slamming back inside, fucking you forward and onto August. Choking and drooling a little, your desperate wails were muffled as August’s cock slipped a considerable bit more, down your throat. “Ahh, do that again, “ his husky voice demanded.

Walter needn’t be told that, he simply established a maddening rhythm right from the get go, the motion pushing you back and forth on their members.

Sy’s hand closed around yours, to ensure it’d stay where he needed it most. The suite was filled with choking sounds, grunts and muffled whimpers.

It didn’t take long, before the captain grunted, “Gonna, gonna come.”

To his surprise you let August slip out, pulled your left hand back and wrapped your mouth around Sy’s twitching, leaking cock. “Fuuuuck! Gonna fill you up…” With one last, long groan he came.

To prevent becoming overstimulated, the captain pulled free from your wanton mouth. You had tried swallowing every last drop, during which Walter relentlessly ploughed your sensitive and weeping pussy like a priced breeding bull.

Nevertheless you nearly succeeded, only a few drops of cum running down your chin, showing Sy your empty mouth on the next mewl Walter pulled from you.

Just three loud whimpers could be heard, before August had stuffed his sizable length back down your throat. “That’s better. Taking me so deep. Almost there…just a little more.” You swallowed around his cockhead, making him lose all inhibitions, snapping his hips forward every time Walter pulled you in the opposite direction.

True to his words, after a few more jerks August spilled his warmth down your throat, at least making the swallowing easier. When he’d softened, he went to sit down on one of the chairs near the bed, Sy already sitting on the other one. Both still mesmerized by the erotic sight in front of them, so they simply continued watching. Enjoying the show.

 

Walter didn’t waste any time, slinging both his beefy arms around you, positioning you upright on his knees, your legs on either side of his, so he could fuck upwards and into your quivering cunt. Bouncing you up and down on his lap, a sudden possessiveness overcame him, so he rasped out, “Who do you belong to?!”

Thoroughly fucked out, you somehow managed a last shout, “Be-belong to…you…WALTER!” Then you came with a violent spasm, pussy gushing around him, juices running down his balls.

He growled, yanking you even closer, coming with one last powerful trust, filling your stomach with even more seed. Beyond exhausted you went completely limp in his embrace, his beard tickling your ear, “You were perfect. Love you so much.”

With closed eyes you replied, addressing the whole room again, “Mmmh so were you.” Adding a, “Love you, too,” just for Walter though. He slowly lifted you off his softening cock, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple and laying you down onto your back with so much care you would have thought you’d be made of glass. When he cuddled into your side, someone asked, “May I?”

Reopening your eyes, there stood August next to the bed looking like a lost puppy, holding out a wet wipe. Before you could answer, your boyfriend took it and slowly began cleaning you between your legs. Making you shiver at the sudden coolness. Once he was finished, Sy stood from his chair and sauntered over, to throw the sullied wipe away.

When he returned, August still stood next to the bed, unsure how to proceed. The captain pulled on his arm and gestured to the pants lying on the floor, meaning to get him to dress. Fortunately you hadn’t dosed off just yet, so you caught the silent gesture.

Parroting back Sy’s previous words, though in a rather wobbly voice, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?” Smiling into your shoulder, Walter added, “This ain’t no hit and run. Come back to bed.”

Feeling out of his depth, August swallowed thickly, “Thought you’d want us to leave?”

You’d never seen them so unsure of themselves, which made them somehow even more endearing than they already were. You simply patted the bed murmuring, “Come you two. There is plenty of space here…”

Finally they made their way over to the huge bed and got in. After a bit of manoeuvring and shuffling around, you were all cuddled together rather comfortably.

Walter being the big spoon hugging you to his chest, August’s biceps acting as your pillow and Sy’s long arm slug over August, his hand resting on your naked hip. Because it was a warm day and you had three furnaces snuggled up to you, there was no need for a blanket, at all.

Completely content you sighed. There was only one thing left to say, cheeky smile curling your lips as you peered at the bewhiskered face in front of you, “Mrs. Walker, huh?”

There was grumbling behind you. Near inaudible because he’d buried his face into your neck, Walter sleepily slurred, “What’s thatmean?”

August had the audacity to look scandalized, swiftly pressing your face further into his biceps to muffle any other comment of yours, as he answered, “Erm, nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Instead of protesting you merely giggled into his arm. Making all three men lovingly smile at the sweet creature within their embrace.

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🎃 Bumps in the Night 🎃

Summary-> You're home alone on Halloween Night and things are acting up around the house.

Pairing-> (You'll find out in the fic)/Reader

Word Count-> 2.7k

Warnings-> PG: Cotton Candy Fluff, Language, Suspense, Scares

Inspiration-> Halloween and Muse agreeing with one another.

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You were all curled up on the couch, in a darkened home, a pillow clutched in your arms and your eyes glued to horror on the flickering tv screen.

It was Halloween night and you were binging through your favorite horror movies. Usually, you’d have a few friends or your boyfriend over to join the scarefest with you. Watching the Saw movies, followed by the Silent Hills with loads of popcorn and a glass of wine or two. Only taking breaks to refill the candy bowl outside the door, so the neighborhood kids wouldn’t get into mischief against you for not supplying their sugar addiction. But your friends had other plans for the night and your boyfriend was held up with work.

So, it was just you this year.

That was okay, you’d make them all RSVP for Christmas.

You were forty-five minutes deep into Silent Hill 2, when something struck your front door, sending your heart out of your body, like a NASA Rocket, and under the covers in your bedroom upstairs. Swallowing it back down into your chest, you blindly reach for the remote to pause the movie and unfold yourself from the sofa; heading for the entryway.

“Christ, I hope they didn’t egg or toilet paper the front porch.” You mumbled under your breath, pushing up on your toes to peek out the peep-hole; but saw nothing out of sorts. “Hmm.” You grabbed the stash of candy you had by the door and stepped out onto the pouch. “Those heathens.” You growled, finding the remnants of an egg; the clear albumen and runny yoke with bits of broken shell slowly seeping down the mocha-colored wood.

“I should just confiscate the candy bowl!” You barked out into the dark, meeting the eye of every trick-or-treater that walked by on the sidewalk; but filled the bowl nonetheless, feeling bad for punishing the innocent ones.

Going back inside and securing the door, you headed into the kitchen, tucking the empty candy bag into the recycling and pulling another chilled cooler out of the fridge. You stood there for a moment, sipping it and considering if you wanted to order takeaway or pop something in the oven for dinner, as the loudest bang came from the dining room. Drawing a startled scream from your lips. Stumbling towards the entry connecting the living room to the kitchen, your cooler nearly slipping from between your trembling fingers, your eyes were locked on the opposite side of the kitchen, to the entry leading into the dining room. It was just a portal of darkness, like most of the house. The only light was from your paused horror movie, casting light against your back, and only helped your brain find trick shadows in the blackness.

Your throat was tight with fear, you set your wine on the edge of the first counter you could find and continued to back out of the kitchen and into the living room. Dashing around the couch to grab your phone, the moment you were close enough, and dialing your go-to number.

“Hey, babes.” Your boyfriend’s excited voice picked up on the other end.

“Oh my god! Oh christ!!” You blurted out, bouncing on your toes.

“What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

“I think someone’s in the house.” You whined, biting your lip with your eyes panning in every direction.

“Are you sure?” He asked, concerned and agitated.

“There was a loud noise in the dining room.” You told him, antsy.

“Did you go look?”

“GO LOOK!” You snapped out at him, outraged, but quickly gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth, collecting yourself. “Are you crazy? That’s how people get murdered!” You told him, whispering loudly.

His side of the line filled with chest rumbling, amused laughter.

“Why are you laughing!” You scolded him, moving from scared to angry. “Someone could be in the house, trying to rob and/or kill me!”

“Baby, how many horror movies have you watched tonight?” He asked, through his fit of giggles.

“I don’t know.” You sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead, starting to feel silly. “All the Hills Have Eyes, the IT movies, Don’t Breathe, and now, I’m on the second Silent Hill.” You confessed.

“All alone in the dark.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Maybe I should have taken this work thing off and stayed home with you.” He mumbled to himself.

“No, I’m fine.” You said, shaking your head and steeling yourself. “You’re right, I’m just over hyping myself. I’m sure it’s something stupid and explainable.”

“I’m sure it is, love.” He agreed, his voice soft and loving.

“I’ll let you off.” You sighed, glancing back at your unfinished movie. “I’ll see you when you get back tomorrow?”

“Obviously.” He chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hanging up, you clutched your phone in your hand before deciding to brave the dining room to find out what had almost sent you to an early grave. Turning on your phone’s light and hugging it against your chest, you tiptoed through the kitchen and pressed yourself against the wall beside the doorway, taking a moment to maximize your courage, before flashing your phone into the space. You had hoped to blind whoever could be hiding in there, gaining an upper hand, before jumping out of your hiding place and into the dining room. But there was no one there, shielding their poor blinded eyes. You couldn’t spot anything out of place either. All the chairs were pushed neatly into the table, the book shelves against the walls were right and their contents in their rightful places.

“What the fuck.” You cursed, rounding the table twice, looking for any explanation, even underneath it.

Nothing.

You pressed a hand to the side of your face, at a loss. “I’m losing my mind.” You decided, shrugging and going back into the living room. “Out of my damn mind, Pyramid Head.” You told the eerie figure on the screen, popping down on the couch, appetite completely forgotten about. “Whatever.” You sighed, pressing play on the movie and tried settling back in.

Silent Hill was almost over and you had finally relaxed again, when yet another bump sounded through the house. This time from upstairs. You flew off the couch and all but ran out of the house, toes barely touching the floor as you went.

“Crap, crap, crap!” You panicked, pacing the foyer, heart thudding against your chest like some cartoon character. You yelped at the sudden sound of your phone going off, but didn’t go for it, where it still sat on the couch cushion. The upstairs between you and it. “Christ alive!” You growled, skittering sideways through the dining room, bolted through the kitchen and all but dived for your phone.

“Yes?” You hissed, kneeling between the couch and coffee table.

“Hey baby.” Your boyfriend’s voice replied cheerfully, but faded. “Did I scare you?” He asked, hearing the panicked terror in your voice.

“No.” You snapped at him, testily.

“Honey, why don’t you call the Horror-thon short for the night? You’re clearly spooking the life out of yourself. I’d hate to come home to you all sleep deprived and paranoid, cause you were too stubborn to call it.”

“It’s a tradition.” You argued with him.

“I know it is. But this is the second call we’ve had that you’re terrified over something; be it something in the house or just the sound of the phone ringing.”

Or something else in the house! You thought, glancing up at the ceiling.

“How about this, when I get home, we’ll do the Horror-thon together. I’ll get us our favorite takeaway and everything for it.”

You wanted to argue with him. You didn’t need him to be there as a safety buddy, so you wouldn’t be afraid of the dark. There wasn’t anything to be afraid of. They were just horror movies, actors acting things out. But something was making noises in the house with you. You were sure of it. But you did like the idea of having a horror date night with your boyfriend.

“All right.” You sighed, conceding. “I’ll turn it off.” You felt around for where the remote disappeared to, pressing your hand between the couch cushions for it, brow creasing in frustration. “I swear, I’m going to super glue an AirTag to this damn remote.” You growled under your breath, turning towards the coffee table.

Your boyfriend chuckled in your ear. “That would make finding it easier.”

Pushing aside empty candy wrappers and empty wine coolers, you came up empty for the remote. “Where did I put this dam-” The TV flickered off, plunging the living room, and you, into darkness. “Jesus Christ!” You squeaked, frozen in place, eyes locked on the deactivated screen.

“Babe?”

“The tv turned off…on its own.” You told him, voice thick.

“Did you accidentally hit the remote?” He asked, his voice trying to guard his concern.

“Pretty sure I didn’t.”

“Go, look out the patio window, see if the neighborhood lost power or something.”

Nodding, you pulled yourself up onto your feet and crossed to the sliding glass window leading out to the backyard. Peeking out to the houses on either side of you, you could see lights on in their windows and back yards and a couple street lamps in the neighborhood over. A cold chill ran down your spine, everyone around you had power.

“Well?” Your boyfriend asked expectantly.

“They have power.” You whispered softly, slightly trembling.

“All right, love. Why don’t you go to my place?” He suggested, his voice calm.

“I think I like that idea.” You agreed, turning sharply on your heels and heading towards the door, forgetting everything else in the house, except your keys, which weren’t on the hanger by the door. “They’re not there.” You whimpered, every bit of resolve and bravery you had seeping out of your body.

“What’s not there?”

“My keys.” You answered, your voice high-pitched.

“Did you leave them in your purse?” He asked, hoping to instill some of his soothing tone into you.

You turned around and looked up the stairs, gulping thickly. “It’s very possible.”

“Okay, grab it.”

Easy for you to say!

“Yeah, grab it.” You echoed back, taking a deep breath and mounting the stairs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He answered, chuckling softly.

You teetered at the top of the stairs, glancing at the hallway bathroom and the guest room, then down the great length of the hallway to your master bedroom. It never seemed so far away since you lived there. Digging deep, you grasped the last bit of courage you found and hurried down the hall for it, diving inside and closing the door for extra measure.

“Give me a second, I need my flashlight.” You told him, too scared to turn the bedroom light on. You used your phone light to guide yourself around the room for your purse, finding it on a chair beside the closet. Your hands shook as you rummaged through your purse. “Come on, come on!” You hissed, bouncing on your toes, impatient.

I’ve gotta clean this thing out!

“Ah-ha!” You laughed, hand closing around your car’s fob, feeling a rush of victory go through you, only for loud steps to fill the hallway outside, like someone running towards the door. But they stopped short and you froze in place, waiting for the door to open and your tormentor to show themselves.

“Babe?” Your boyfriend called through the phone still clutched in your shaking hand, but you were too deer in the headlights to answer him calling your name.

Your door didn’t open, but one of the other doors upstairs slammed with such force the floor rattled. Whoever this was, was having a crack at your expense before they finally stopped tormenting you.

“Get out of the house!” Your boyfriend’s voice yelled through your paralyzed fog, having heard the door slam through your connection and activating your fight or flight mode.

“I’m going!” You snapped, rushing out the door and into the hall, knowing they were between you and the stairs, but you were ready to throw hands if you needed to, to get by. “Ha!” You giggled manically, making it to the stairs, feeling triumphant, until you reached the second step and felt an arm snake around your waist, picking you clear off your feet.

You let out a squealing scream, arms and legs flailing, a huge hand clamping over your mouth; cutting off any more screams or noises you could make to alert the neighbors or people coming up to the house for candy of your danger. You felt your intruder’s chest vibrate as they held you against their body, a laugh bubbling past their lips at your terror.

“You’re so easy to scare.” They teased into your ear.

Eyes flaring, your fright was replaced with shocked anger and you bit down on their palm, forcing them to let go with a surprised hiss. “HENRY!!” You yelled, turning around to shove your boyfriend in the chest and stomping your foot, outraged. “It’s been you all night!”

Henry grinned at you, apologetic mischief on his face. “Yeah.” He nodded, feeling bad about tormenting you the whole time.

“Work thing?”

“Mmm…” He shrugged, bashfully. “I fibbed. It was just an excuse for you to think I was gone and wasn’t probably in on pranking you.”

“Do you know how many heart attacks you gave me tonight!” You demanded, poking him in the chest. “You egged my front door!”

“Oh no, that egg wasn’t me.” He admitted, biting the corner of his lip. “That was Trevor, next door. I may have paid him a week ago to toss it tonight, at a specific time, to get things rolling.”

“I’m going to kill both of you.” You declared, nodding, then punched him in the chest again. “You’re such an ass!”

Henry laughed, folding you into his arms and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry, love.” He chuckled, swaying gently. “I couldn’t help it, just this once. It was so perfect, with you all alone and stuff. Or at least you thought you were.”

“How did you turn the tv off?” You asked, cocking your head back to look at him.

Henry pulled his phone out from his back pocket and showed you the remote control app he had for your smart tv. “I debated changing the channels on you and stuff, but I didn’t want to muck with you too much.”

“The noise in the dining room?”

“I dropped your leather bound copy of War and Peace, then returned it to the shelf, before going back upstairs.” He explained, with no small amount of pride.

“Footsteps?”

He laughed, cupping your face in his hands. “I was just going to sneak up on you, when you were looking for your keys. Which I moved from the hook by the door to your purse, while you were checking to see if the neighborhood lost power. But you closed the bedroom door, so I just ran up to the door and quietly went back to the half bath, where I’ve been hiding. Then you know what happened after that.”

“How did you even get into the house, while I wasn’t looking?”

“That was what the egg was for. While you were dealing with that, I slipped into the house through the slider, and just tip-toed around you.”

“That’s pretty impressive for a man your size.” You complimented him, impressed with how thought out Henry had made this. “I really hate you though. That was so mean, Hen.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll make up for it. How about some takeaway and Saw?”

“Takeaway, yes. But I think I’m done with all things horror and scary for now.” You informed him, pressing your forehead to his chest.

“Fair.” Henry smiled, kissing you once more.

Calmed down and torment over, the two of you went downstairs, ordering food and turning on a Rom-Com to finish the rest of your Halloween night, curled up together on the sofa; without another bump or thump in the night.

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