#per writes

Originally, you were supposed to take tours through Cabrini-Green, but after a few fiery arguments with your supervisor, it was decided that the neighborhood would be observed from a distance. You would have avoided disturbing the place anyway, despite it being a hot-spot for one of your favorite urban legends. The Candyman was the highlight of your Haunted History tours through Chicago but the residents didn't need tourists ogling their homes any more than usual.

You figured the fixation you shared with so many Chicagoans was why your dreams often centered around the Candyman. He appeared to you almost every night, sweeping through the halls of your mind in his overcoat, wrapping you up in his warmth. He would croon poetry and songs from his youth, stroking your hair as he soothed the worries of the day. "I love you" was commonly on your tongue when you woke. This night was no different. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were carried away.

The ballroom was grand in proportion and finery. You didn't need to look down to know that you were dressed for the occasion, as were the hazy spectres dancing all around. Their faces blurred when you glanced at them directly, so you watched for the one in focus. He was always crystal clear in your mind. The slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, it all lingered like a sweet aftertaste. He hated to make you wait, and the crowd parted for him as he stepped onto the ballroom floor in a tailored suit.

"Daniel!" You beamed and ran into his open arms.

"How I have missed you, my love." He kissed your brow and leaned back to get a better look at you, "May I have this dance?"

The music swelled from a low hum to a lively waltz. He led you through the steps, though your feet knew the rhythm regardless of real world experience. His cheek rested on yours and you breathed him in as your bodies moved in sync. There was nothing better than this, you were sure of it. Being so close to Daniel always lit up every nerve and made your heart race like you were seeing him for the first time all over again.

That first meeting was just after the tense argument with your supervisor about your touring route. You had gone home exhausted and crawled into bed thinking of the Candyman. He appeared to you with a smile and many questions that you did your best to answer. When you woke the next morning, you figured your subconscious had been working through the stress, but he never stopped coming to see you. The meetings became more and more fantastical as Daniel endeavored to please you, but your awe was for him, not the scenery he conjured up. The world of dreams could be barren so long as he kept you company.

As the song met its crescendo, he dipped you low and softly kissed your lips. You sighed happily into his mouth and let him bring you back to your feet. "I miss you every day, you know. I wish these nights could last forever."

Daniel smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, "Darling, all you have to do is call out for me. I will always find you."

You caressed his face and brought him in for another kiss. He had you melting into him within seconds, whispering his name like a prayer. You longed for him even when he was right beside you.

A shrill beep crashed through the scene. You startled and clutched at Daniel's coat. Another beep and you groaned, "That's my cue. Until tonight, sweetheart."

"Until tonight. Do not forget my promise, though dearest. All you have to do is call my name."

You closed your eyes and opened them to see your bedroom.

After a long day of work, you were more than ready to see Daniel again. As you went through your nightly routine, you took a moment to stare at your reflection. You knew the legend of the Candyman, of course. Say his name five times in a mirror and he would show up with a bloody hook instead of the warm hand you were familiar with. Taking a deep breath, you chanted his name and waited for your beloved to appear.

When minutes passed and nothing happened, you sighed and continued getting ready for bed. You felt tears sting your eyes and scoffed at yourself for taking the word of a dream. Wiping them away, you opened the bathroom door to step into your bedroom, but it was not as you left it. A bouquet of roses sat on your pillow, petals trailing over to the window. You rushed over and threw it open. There was no one in the street below, and you frowned. A warm chuckle made you gasp and you turned to see him standing in the doorway you'd just come through.

You ran to him, ignoring the hook and the soft buzzing under his fur coat. He was here, and solid, and real. "Daniel!"

He murmured your name back and kissed the top of your head. "Let me have a good look at you, my love." He stepped an arm's length away, keeping his hand steady on your shoulder. "Gorgeous, as always."

You giggled and pulled him close again. "I love you."

Daniel tilted your chin up to meet your eyes, "And I love you, darling. More than you could ever know."

You cupped his face, taking the time to trail your fingertips over the contours. He was worth savoring. But he grew impatient before you could finish, leaning in for a lingering kiss that sent sparks through your body. You gasped and held him tighter, needing him as close as possible. Taking the hint, he gathered you into his lap and let the kiss become even more fervent. His hook rested on your leg, and you grasped it gently - you wanted all of him, not just the parts he found becoming. He could only hide the more dangerous parts of himself in dreams.

"My love, my angel, please let me touch you. Allow me to show you the meaning of worship."

With a shiver you couldn't suppress, you nodded and quickly stripped off your pajamas. Even if all he did was touch, it would be better than any fantasy you could come up with. He waited just long enough for you to move forward into his reach; Daniel had more patience than most, but you were so tantalizingly close that his control slipped. He laid you down on the bed and traced the outline of your body with the cool metal of his hook. It was clean - being presentable for you was the bare minimum. You shivered again and gazed up at him with only adoration. He pulled away to trail more kisses and love bites down your body. You were so soft and pliant for him, deserving more than any attention he could give.

When his lips found your center, you cried out for him in a strangled moan. He let you buck your hips into his face as he dragged his tongue over your supple skin. Your hands grasped at his head, then found a better grip on his coat. Daniel hummed in appreciation and slowly spread his fingers over your thigh to keep you splayed open for him. Dreams could only provide so much detail - he was overcome by how sweet you tasted, how clearly he could hear you moan his name. Not his title, the one plastered over his legacy and chanted in mirrors, but his true name. You saw the best version of Daniel for all this time and still wanted him after reality showed the truth. He was not your Prince Charming in this world, but you ran to him like nothing had changed.

When the excruciating bliss of release overtook your body, you shuddered under his hand. You cried out even as words failed you and clung to his coat with pale knuckles. As your breathing slowed and your eyes could see again, you smiled at your lover where he rested his head on your stomach. "Come here, Daniel."

You could beckon him from across the country and he would be there in the blink of an eye. He laid beside you, lips mere centimeters from yours, and let you make the next move. With a gentle kiss, you trailed your fingers down his body to unbutton his pants. You stroked his cock as you pulled it free, keeping his coat undisturbed as you knew it made him feel safe; he had never appeared to you without it. You shifted down and glanced at Daniel for permission. A whispered yes was followed by a sigh when your warm mouth descended on him. Just the thought of such an act was overwhelming, but feeling you this way was worth waiting to pleasure you more.

Just before he could spill into your throat, he groaned, "Please, my love. Not yet."

You should have known he would insist on cumming inside you. More than ready for him, you swallowed the precum on your tongue and moved back up to face him. Neither of you could resist a kiss as you hooked a leg over his. "Just hold me like this, sweetheart. Let's go slow."

Daniel held the back of your neck to resume kissing you as your soft hand guided his cock to your entrance. You shared a moan as he pushed inside, taking a moment to savor the feeling before he continued. He was not small by any means, and you had to pause a few more times, but then you were full and it was perfect. Your breath mingled with his in the space between kisses. He murmured poetry to you, the shape of each word brushing your lips. He had always been so eloquent, your Daniel. But there was nothing to say when he found his end - your velvet heat clung to him as he came. It was your turn to offer sweet nothings as you let him ride it out.

"Angel, I need you to let go for me. I need to feel you cum." His voice was hoarse and you would've done anything he asked. You hiked your leg higher on his side and rolled your hips until that white hot pleasure returned in full force. The sounds you made were a symphony to Daniel and he held you close to hear every note. There was nothing he could conjure that would be able to outshine this moment. He couldn't believe he'd ever worried about whether you would accept his corporeal form. This intimacy was proof that you loved Daniel just as you always assured him you did.

You were surprised to hear Asa knock on your office door. He was usually so engrossed in his work that you didn't see him for hours. When you opened the door he immediately swept you up into his arms and you yelped at the sudden change in altitude. Asa was not a small man and having your head rest on his shoulder gave you a whole new perspective of your office.

Asa was also not a man of many words. He gave you a gentle squeeze and carried you down two flights of stairs to his workroom in the basement. Cages with people in varying states of disrepair took up the majority of the space but you didn't pay them any mind. None of them were new. He set you down on the chair pulled out from his desk and you gazed up at the wall of finished art pieces with a smile. Your husband worked so hard on them and it showed. You turned your smile to him and watched him brighten. Asa stroked your cheek with the back of his hand and murmured, "Want to show them what they're missing."

You closed your eyes for a moment and savored the touch, "Any reason in particular?" He didn't usually have time for following whims.

"Multiple." 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him, "Alright then."

Three cages were occupied and the mutilated victims either glared daggers at Asa or were curled into the fetal position. At least one must have done something interesting to provoke this unprecedented response. Your work spaces were typically off limits to each other to prevent distraction. But perhaps that's exactly what he wanted. 

Asa leaned in to whisper, "May I touch you, love?" 

A shiver went down your spine and you nodded, "Yes, please." 

He held out a hand to help you out of the chair then took a seat and guided you onto his lap. Fingertips skimmed over the waistband of your pants and just under the bottom of your shirt. His patience was unrivaled and you knew this would not be a short demonstration. 

One of the victims made eye contact with you and scowled when you held it. Asa traced patterns over your stomach with one hand while the other slowly lifted your shirt off. You sighed happily when he circled a nipple and he cupped your bare chest with both hands to knead the supple flesh. A groan left your lips and you saw the victim blushing furiously. None of them were watching the show, but that didn't matter to you. Leaning back against Asa, you turned your head to press a kiss to his neck. It was a sensitive spot and his breath hitched in his throat. You could feel it and kept sucking at the skin until a bruise formed. He was sure to repay you soon enough. 

Asa let one hand travel up to your neck and the other dipped into your pants to find that you weren't wearing anything underneath. It shouldn't have been a surprise but he hummed appreciatively into your hair. You lifted your hips so he could shove your pants down to your ankles, then kicked them off so you could settle back into Asa's lap. His cock was straining under his own clothes and you hoped he would let you touch at some point. When you tried to grind down on him, he gave your neck a firm squeeze. He was strict, but he cared for you. His demeanor toward the people he abducted was opposite to how you saw him. 

With air rushing back into your lungs, you let your head drop onto his shoulder and stopped squirming. Asa returned his other hand to where you needed it most and began stroking you gently. It was just enough to tease and he knew it. You bit your lip to suppress a pitiful whine. He ghosted his fingertips down to your hole and tapped it. You bit down harder and refused to give in. You could feel him smirk when he kissed your temple, but he did reward you by rubbing at your hole instead. The pressure increased until one finger was probing inside for your favorite spot. You gasped when he found it, hips bucking of their own accord. The hand on your neck moved to grip your waist tight enough to keep you steady while the other taunted you with a single moment of pleasure.

You glanced at the cages to see two victims watching rapturously as the other covered their face in embarrassment. You shifted so your chest was better displayed and moaned when Asa dipped two fingers back inside. It was nice to have more people appreciate how sexy you were when you hardly left the house. When you looked again one man had a hand down his tattered pants. You let out a breathy sigh and enjoyed the way his face screwed up as he tried not to cum so quick. You were really starting to understand why your husband wanted to show you off like this; he repulsed them but they couldn't deny how attracted they were to how he touched you. Such a delicious cocktail of warring emotions.

Part of you wanted to let go and ride the waves of pleasure, but another part wanted to see how worked up you could get your audience. You leaned in and whispered, "I want to see them cum untouched. I want them to hate themselves for getting off to this."

In lieu of a response, Asa pulled his fingers out of you and turned you around so your back was facing the cages. There was a mirror on his desk that allowed you to keep watching the victims as he pulled his cock out and let it slap against your ass. He took a condom from his pocket and rolled it on, and you lifted your hips so he could start inching inside. Your back arched and your chest pressed to his, giving the audience a perfect view of your ass while your sensitive nipples rubbed against the unforgiving material of his shirt. You let out a high pitched wail and dug your nails into Asa's shoulders as the sensations overwhelmed you. An orgasm ripped through your body and his cock was only halfway in.

You could barely keep your eyes open to watch the victims but you needed to see what you were doing to them. You heard a grunt as the man touching himself pulled his cock all the way out and kept pumping it. Another still refused to turn around and the last stared with his mouth hung open. You moaned louder and pushed your hips down to make your hole swallow the rest of Asa's cock. You ground into him with a drawn out whine and he obliged by slapping his palms down on your ass with a firm grip so he could push and pull it with ease. You let every sound of ecstasy escape your lips undeterred while the two men behind you looked ready to cum at any second. Asa didn't slow down as you beat them to it, clenching down on him with a sharp cry. The oversensitivity had you shuddering on top of him with blurred vision and your fingers locked around fistfuls of his shirt. 

When you could see clearly, you witnessed both victims cum all over their cages and the floor. You laughed and were glad you wouldn't have to clean any of it. Asa slammed you down and brought your attention right back to him with a yelp and a mumbled apology. He held you tight and rolled his hips so your whole body rubbed against his. You kissed him everywhere you could reach, whimpering between breaths, "Please cum for me."

With a groan and an even tighter grasp that would leave red handprints on your flesh, Asa spilled into the condom. This familiar warmth flooded your insides and you sighed happily at feeling it again. Your husband had never left you unsatisfied. He pulled out and you tried to stand up, but with your shaky legs it was easy to force you back down. Asa wasn't quite done with the performance and he slipped a couple fingers into your sloppy hole to show the audience the pleasures of life they were missing. You moaned and instinctively pushed your ass out further. 

'Went to check traps, be back soon. -J' You found the note moments after frowning at the empty side of the bed. He always worked himself too hard despite your pleas for him to relax once in a while. You decided that when your lover returned, you would make sure he spent the rest of the day with you instead of work.

Jason let the front door of the cabin you shared creak open, arms full of firewood. He'd chopped some a few nights prior and wanted to be sure you wouldn't get cold. The buildings were drafty at Camp Crystal Lake. When he tromped into the living room, he was surprised he didn't see you. It was the same in the kitchen, then he knocked on the closed bedroom door.

"Come here, sweetheart!" Your lovely voice was muffled, but Jason readily opened the door to find you sprawled on the bed. "I've been waiting for you, handsome."

He would never agree but kept silent as always. The man towered over you, practically looming as he stepped forward into your space. He couldn't resist you, especially when you were dressed up in delicate lace that didn't hide a thing. 

"Take your clothes off, honey."

He continued to gaze at your perfect body as he complied. You reached for him and he shuffled forward to take your hand. It was so small in his scarred palm. He didn't know why this was happening or what you wanted him to do, but Jason would follow any order you gave him.

"Stand right here and let me take care of you, alright?" You guided him to the edge of the bed and looked up at him. He nodded and felt his cock twitch as your warm breath ghosted over it. You stroked it with your hand, then your tongue. He shivered at the touch. You took the head into your mouth, well aware that you wouldn't be able to fit much more, and hummed around his cock. You loved watching your lover tremble and squeeze his eyes shut in response to your undivided attention.

When you could tell that Jason was close, you slowly dragged your mouth off of him and grabbed a bottle of lotion from behind you. You let it drip onto your chest and trickle into your cleavage, feeling his intense stare as you smeared it on your supple skin. "Here, sweetheart." You led his cock under the hem of your bra to slide between your tits. He groaned low in his throat and let you guide him until he was comfortable keeping the pace. 

His massive palms rested on your shoulders and you gently moved them to cup your tits and play with them. Jason seemed hesitant, so you took off your bra and let him feel you without restriction. He sighed and fondled the sensitive flesh as his cock slid through them over and over. You put your hands over his and cooed praise to him as you showed him how to tease your nipples and squeeze your tits together for better pressure on his cock. "Doing so well for me, honey. It feels amazing when you touch me like this."

He leaned over and pressed his forehead to yours to say "I love you" the best way he could. You smiled and reached up to kiss him. He closed his eyes and followed your lead while his hands and cock continued to being you both pleasure. When he couldn't last any longer, he shoved in as far as possible and waited for you to take the tip back into your mouth, then he came hard down your throat. He panted for breath as you swallowed every drop, overstimulating his cock with every movement.

You pulled away and licked your lips, "Delicious. Why don't you lay down with me?" With Jason at your side, you kissed him and asked, "Sweetie, can I sit on your face?"

It was one of his favorite things in the world and he reached for you right away. You laughed and hovered over his mouth, showing him that the panties were crotchless, then lowered onto him with a happy sigh. He lapped at your dewy folds with a rumble and kneaded at your love handles. He sucked on your throbbing clit, making you gasp and whine. When his tongue began pushing inside, you rocked your clit against his nose to keep getting that blissful stimulation. Jason kissed your pussy lips and you moaned so beautifully that he did it again and nuzzled his face even closer to kiss your leaking hole. He licked and sucked at it to taste more, then pushed his finger inside to caress the channel as it pulsed and flexed around him. 

You were a mess above him, panting and gasping as your lover brought you to the edge. Needing that last push, you ground your pussy into his face and whined as pleasure ripped through your body. Your hips kept moving of their own accord, riding out your orgasm and making you squirt into Jason's open mouth. He licked both of you clean and gingerly laid you down to rest. Cuddling up to you, he stroked your hair as you drifted back to the present moment. Kissing him, you tasted yourself and moaned softly. You could feel his cock twitch with renewed interest, but he held you in a bear hug and you figured he was too tired to continue.

"Love you, sweetheart."