#cant you let us weak-jawed bitches have one fucking thing. just this once

[abracadaze]

too many drawings of kim kitsuragi with a sharp jaw in this world. i’m going out there and sanding them down. he has a weak jawline. accept it.

[wazabii]

part 2 meet and fuck

she didn't notice the gaze for the past 10 mins

a/n pov

'its been years..... wonder when im getting out ? screw youmother for selling me as a test subject to that evil witch! oh? OH? i havent go hard for the past 69 years! is someone actually reading the passage out loud? dammit, cant even jack off with these chains around my hand....'

shinchiro bucked his hips up into the air, he continued to air fuck himself but it wasn't working. slowly and almost unnoticeably, the handcuffs that seals dark magic disintegrated in to the void , anothe unnoticable thing was his surroundings, he was on the floor of the dainty bookshop.

"What the fuck?" only then did the prince come out of his trance.

y/n was staring at the demon's cock like it was the last piece of meat on earth. She wanted a good fuck but her boyfriend broke up with her before she walked to the bookshop. Thank god he did, Shinchiro;'s length was like no other, way better compared to her puny human ex's one. It was HUGE. There was also a lil bit of scales on the underside of the demon's cock.

its like her hand had a mind of its own, she couldnt stop herself

"AAHhn~ don't do that~"

heavenly. Yeah thats it. Ironic isnt it? for a demon to be called heavenly?

"what's your name?"

"Sh-Shinc-chiro"

"Y/n"

"hey you wouldn't mind if you lent me your dick tonight right?"

'hell i wouldn't mind if you keep it-'

Hearing the lewd words from the seemingly innocent man you really coldnt help yourself and stating to slowly pump him. It didn't help that he looked like he didn't know he blurted it out either.

"really baby?"

your once sweet honey voice dropped into a raspy mommy voice, Shinchiro's knees weren't working and he fell to his knees.

"AHHHna~ha YEssss"

only pumping him makes him weak, what would actually riding him feel like?

so you started to drag him up by the hair and once he was standing, you knelt down as slow as you can and started to give his inhumane dick kitten licks.

"y/nNNnn"

having been pent up and blue balled fo 69 years, it didnt take that long for Shinchiro to come undone. And boy did he look like a Greek god in this angel.

Pink tipped dick that was still standing tall after the gush of lust, v line that blended in perfectly. The classic movie waffle abs, and full jay park chest. A new triangle has been discovered as his thrown back head shows the underside of his jaw. And ebony hair sticking to the side of his face and slightly falling back.

should you let your new pet rest? yeah.

but will you do itt? nah.

hooking your arms behind his squishy ass, you took the man down to the floor and straddle him. he was impatient, and tore your pants and threw them across the store. Only the smell of your sweet honey filled his mind right now.

He was whining like a puppy so sweet but you knew this was all just a façade. What lies beneath the mask that hides his dark and unworthy self. Kinky, Sex monster.

Carrasing his face you whispered sweet nothings into his ears until

'SLAP'

" you disrespect me one more time and you'll get something more that just a slap"

" yes master"

Shinchiro has nver felt this way. Back in hell, women threw themselves at him, letting him use their bodies as toys , and letting him succumb into his pleasure. Never once has a women tried to dominate him, and god, DOES HE FEEL TURNED ON!

Taking his cock into your leaking entrance, you slowly sunk yourself down, it hurts like a bitch sure, but soon after, the pain became pleasure.

@yowaimobitch for you ;)))

ima just end it here ig there will be a part 3 ;)))

[3desiderium3]

For your love

chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

[emonaculate]

Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

[thesolotomyhan]

narcos méxico: jealousy hc

my first request, kinda nervous but i hope i delivered anon 💕

Warnings: NSFW!

Tags: @fandomnerd16​ , @visintaes​ , @sheeshgivemeabreak​

ok wow is this bitch long, i didnt realize that,  i got carried away lmao,,,  just a friendly heads up :))) and also, I went with them being your ex in both scenarios!

Miguel:

miguel angel would be the obsessive ex, holy shit, he would have eyes everywhere on you,,,

he would get to know your schedule at a day to day basis-

like he would have azul out here keeping him updated about your whereabouts, like what you’ve been doing, who you’ve been seen talking to, weekly, like clockwork,,

but i can lowkey see azul not telling miguel a single fucking hint that you may have been seen talking to some guy-

like azul just wants to have miguel focus on the business in front of them not worrying about you because miguel was the one to drive you out of the relationship,, its his own fault for letting you go, now its on him to gain you back on his own,

wow ok, so i can see this happening when miguel throws a fancy gathering with all those governments and high powered people,, where he would invite you to come celebrate his success in who knows what,,, but he just needs to make sure you come,, he wants to try and rekindle what you had, porque te extraña-

he’ll be nervous like that time before his birthday party in s2 where he was pacing back and forth, anxious to know if pacho was going to show up, yeah that would be him right now,,, asking azul every minute if he for sure knows if youre going to show up otherwise why even throw the party if youre not coming-

i cant- miguel probably wouldnt even go down where the party is,

he’s holing himself up somewhere until azul comes and tells him that you finally showed up-

this man would be so desperate to see you that he doesnt even let azul finish his sentence before he’s already bolting down to look for you,

and as soon as he sees you walking in he would act like all cool all of a sudden, shaking hands with people along the way, smile shining brighter than ever, but damn does that smile not last long once he glances back to you where he sees that you brought a date-

Im dying just imagining the dark look he would have when he sees your date lean in to kiss your cheek, leading you to sit down-

just the way he’ll watch you like a hawk throughout the night, clenching his jaw with the biggest scowl on his face

gripping his drink so hard it looks like he’ll break it any second as he curses under his breath, when he sees your date kiss your hand from across the table-

THE CHALLENGING GAZE HE’LL GIVE YOU WHEN YOU MAKE EYECONTACT HAS ME WEAK-

shaking his head as he starts to get up when you look away,,, like he’s officially done sitting around all night because your his mujer y de nadie mas

just the way he’ll walk up to your table so confidently, acting like this dude doesnt even exist and ask for you to accompany him for an issue he needs your input with,

not sparing one glance to your date before he has his hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you to this empty hallway-

i- the way he’ll trap you against the wall when you protest against his hold as he grabs your jaw tightly so he can look at you directly, both of your faces nearly touching-

“basta, ya,, que traes con ese cabron eh, mija?”

and you’re not about to take his shit just because he got jealous the very second he saw you with someone else after he was the one to push you away-

“Que chingados te importa miguel, tu fuiste el que ya no quiso nada conmigo”

“es que no entiendes, verdad?, me arde verte con otro cabron”-

i-the way he cant help but cut you off when he sees you open your mouth again, ready to shoot another comment at him, just to roughly kiss you, shutting you up,,-

its one of those kisses that have you both almost suffocating each other,, all the built up anger mixing in with both of your love for one another that your both too stubborn to admit,,

fuck, ok the way you dont feel his hand sneak in between your thighs until he unexpectedly already has one of his fingers inside of you-

your muffled whine swallowed by his desperate kisses to keep you quiet as you grip his arm to keep you somewhat stable on your legs-

“Ese pendejo no te puede hacer sentir bien como yo puedo mija.”

just, the way your hips involuntarily begin to move against his hand, biting your lip so hard your almost drawing blood from them as he forces you to keep looking at him, pumping his fingers into you repeatedly, adding his thumb to play with your stimulated clit-

“Imagínate, si ese cabron te ve así, de como nunca serás de el”

wow,ok,  he wont stop until he has your knees buckling, pulling him into you to silence your moans when he makes you cum, i-

him kissing your forehead, telling you he’s taking you home to remind you who you belong to as he leads your wobbling form out, MAKING SURE TO GIVE YOUR DATE A SMUG ASS SMILE WHEN HE LEAVES WITH YOU- lmao i cant

god, him making you look into the mirror as he fucks you as he roams his hands all over your body, telling you that you’ll always belong to him, as your hands grip his hair- ok

celoso miguel would have you on the verge of tears as he pounds you into the bed-

just making you into a blubbering mess, not giving you a single chance to breathe before he’s already thrusting deeply into you again,,

reminding you again and again that no one other than him can have you like this-

making you scream who you belong to all fucking night until he knows you’ll be sore everywhere in the morning- i, wow

Amado:

alright, so i can see amado being the ex that would act like you were just a fun pastime for him when in reality he’s depressed porque te perdio-

I’m imagining this happening very shortly after you two are broken up, because ustedes todavía son pajaritos enamorados

Amado’s stupid ass probably just said something like “your safety is the most important thing to me, that’s why I’m breaking up with you, to keep you safe” type of beat-

but i just know he would be the mf to be like, i need to forget about the love of my life by fucking with other viejas, just trying his best to forget everything about you,,

but you would probably catch wind of this some way,,, and that he’s out here being a mujeriego and acting like nothing ever happened between you two was real so your just like ‘alright, if that’s how its going to be, two can play at this game’-

im H o l l e r in g, i can imagine this scenario where he would take some vieja to a club, maybe a club he used to go with you all the time-the audacity-

he would be out here smiling, buying drinks left and right, all laid back, like a cocky mf,,, hiding his insecurities because he’s egoistic like that, trying but failing to “enjoy” his date because its just not you

thats when just out of curiosity, he would look around the club, entertaining himself,, scanning everyone there and would automatically fucking spot you within seconds,,, except youre not alone :)) your dancing with some guy,-

and that one simple thing, that youre dancing with someone else, someone that’s not him, touching you like that, has him pissed,

like all of a sudden his only focus would be all on you,, as he’s clenching his jaw and bouncing his leg impatiently,, watching you and your date dance,, as he curses under his breath at the scene unfolding before him-

can you imagine tho, if you both lock eyes- con una mirada he’s telling you “are you fucking serious?”

wow, the way he’ll bring his clenched fist to his lips, wanting nothing more than to knock the shit out of the bum of your date, as he stares daggers into him,,-

he would wait until he can corner you alone tho,  not wanting to start any drama-

he would get up so fucking quick when he sees you start to walk over to the bar, esta desesperado el cabron,, not wasting time to grab your arm and drag you somewhere, away from everyones eyes-

youre already angrily trying to pull away from his hold before he grasps both of your arms and holds them in between your bodies, stopping you from pulling away as he pulls your body into his,,

both of your fiery gazes looking into each other-

“Me quieres decir quién es ese hijo de la chingada para ir a matarlo ahorita?”

WOw, the way you test him with a simple look, not answering his question because you know exactly what buttons to push to get him even more irritated than he already is-

THE SEXUAL TENSION-

just, the way the both of you hold your stares, challenging the other to move first, with the only noise being the loud thumping of the music in the background-

he’ll pull your body even more closer to his, your lips almost, almost touching-

“no seas asi, mi reina, por favor,  déjame enseñarte lo que él no puede darte” im not ok omg

he literally feels his heart soar when he sees you slowly nod your head-

ugh, just,, the bottled up emotions would pour out as soon as he gets you home-

it has you both tearing each others clothes off, with those messy kisses where neither of you want to pull back from, as he carries you and drops you on the bed,,

wow, the way he would groan, when he sees you naked on his bed,throbbing for you because he finally has you where you belong,,

god, is this man going to have you manhandle you all night until your begging him to stop-

just, pushing your body down and holding you there when your trying to squirm away from him, orgasm after orgasm,,,

chuckling down at you, telling you your going to take it-

like , its going to be the type of sex that has you almost ripping the whole fucking bedframe off from the overstimulation he’s giving you,

wont stop making you say that your his, forcing you to never look away from him, when he tells you i love you, over and over again-

or the way he’ll pull your head back onto the pillow when you try to bite down on his shoulder when he hits that one spot inside of you repeatedly, just, scolding you that he doesnt want you to hold back on your moans-

the CHOKING KINK, you already know it was coming,, it makes him rock hard when he wraps his hand around your throat while he’s making you scream his name,,,

the bruising grip he’ll have on your hip as he feels your nails leave streaks of red on his back as he’s buried so deep into you-

“Dime, que ese hijo de su rechingada madre nunca compara conmigo, mi amor”

rubbing your pulsating clit just to see the way you roll your eyes back, and dig your nails into his bicep- whispering the most dirtiest things into your ear-

fuck, ok but the way you both look down where you connect, moaning into each other as you watch as his cock disappear inside of you- im not sorry

just- turning you into a shaking and whimpering mess until all you can say and remember is his name by the time he’s done with you-

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Wilfords Demands: Who Do You Belong To?

Summary- 5.2 k. Curtis Everett x Y/N. Written for @mcudarklibrary​ Kink Challenge- April. You’ve been in Curtis care for a few weeks now. He has no hesitation in reminding you who you belong to. Warnings- Dub Con/Non Con situations, punishments treatment, drug and alcohol mentions. 

Chapter One- Just Another Prisoner / Masterlist 

“So Curtis, how are you liking your new girl?” Wilford asked curiously as he flicked some crumbs off his luscious red robe, frowning as he rubbed at what looked like a smudge, under his breath he complained. “Those fucking cleaners never do anything right. Useless the lot of them.” The older man chose to ignore it for now, turning back to Curtis sitting opposite of him, Claude pouring fresh tea into two delicate china mugs. “Isnt she something, as soon as I saw her on camera, I knew you would like her. Yes, shes a bit thin still, but get some meat on her, and she will have all those nice curves to keep you occupied.” 

Curtis nodded his thanks to Claude and reached to take the cup, contemplating what Wilford was talking about, you were rather lovely in your innocence. All Curtis had to still do was look at you a certain way, and your cheeks would turn pink and your glance would look away from him, sometimes a tiny whine would issue, making him grin. “Im liking her quite fine. She was an innocent you know? I was surprised.” Wilford winked over his cup while he added generous amounts of honey comb to his cup, swirling his cup a bit before taking a sip.

“I had hoped she would be, How the fuck I know, pretty little thing like that. I am a bit disappointed she isnt pregnant yet though, but in due time I know. I just get impatient.” 

Curtis kinda shrugged a bit, he never really cared what Wilford did with the kids they made him, but this time it kinda rubbed him the wrong way. He didnt seem to pick up on it, or chose to ignore it, falling into another subject that Wilford used them for. Entertainment for the front enders for a couple months a year, a sport. 

“Also, its about time for the games, and Im putting my goods on you Curtis, Do not disappoint. Once you get in that ring, murder the sons of bitches.” The true purpose of the games, weed out the weak. So far only three of the original group still survived, Curtis was one of them for his brutal approach to all of it. He was a survivalist first, and had no issue getting blood all over in the process.

“Yes I know, trust me, I dont want my ass fucking dead.” Curtis growled out and grew impatient, ready to get back to you. “We done shooting the shit Wilford, or you ready for this months supplies?” 

“God your always so fucking impatient to leave my company.” Wilford rolled his eyes and sighed as if hurt, Curtis just stared at him waiting for him to get on with it. “Okay, my boy... let me know what you want.” 

Curtis wasted no time, filling out his demands and leaving straight afterwards. There was only so much time he could stand being in that mans presence. His spirit uplifted a bit knowing he would be seeing you again. You were still quiet in his presence, trying to remain unnoticed, but he was always aware of your presence unlike any other woman he had ever been with. Sometimes he would draw out conversation from you. But your answers were usually short, clipped, or you shrugged not knowing how to answer. Seeing how you lived in the tail end all your life, there was simply things you didnt know about. That was okay, you would learn about these things soon enough. 

Opening the door and stepping in, you were curled in the seat near the window, a book resting on your knee and gaze out the window watching the speeding landscape. You jumped slightly when Curtis entered and pulled your legs up nervously to watch him. Always so observant his girl was. "You havent seem to gotten to far while I was gone." nearby he sat down some bags of stuff he brought back with him, the items he had asked for from Wilford.

Your fingers trail down the spine and you slide it to the table, shaking you head softly. "Cant concentrate Curtis." Wary was how you were of this man, who stalked around his room till he moved to sit on the edge of the bed nearby. "Hmmm, do you not like it?" How brow arched and a your voice rose in a rush, as you clutched at the book. "No no, t-thank you... Its not that." You didnt want to loose a gift he brought you. Already reading through the few he had, you had gotten bored being unable to leave the small room. Curtis had requested a book for you with Wilford, and as you were finding out, Wilford accommodated Curtis requests typically.

"I was tested again, and still negative... " your voice dropped, admitting to your distraction. At first the news would cause Curtis to curse, drag you back to bed to try again.

So your head dropped, waiting to be yanked onto the mattress, but these past few weeks, he changed. Sometimes your news didn't cause any reaction, he would leave you to what you were doing. You trembled a bit, waiting to see what today would bring.

Curtis isnt sure when it changed for him, that he actually liked this one, it was something more then what was required of him, having any interest in his charge. You, a little tail ender was so innocent in to what he did to you, that he found it endearing. Her little surprised mewls when he taught you some new sense gave him satisfaction. He patted his knee. “Come over here Y/N” 

The tension raised between the two of you when you hesitated, curling your hands together and your face wanted to defy him, he could see the flash in your eyes and the way your breathing flared your nose. Curtis arched a brow daring you to tell him no. Oh would you? He almost wanted you to, that primal part of him loved overpowering you beneath him. You were so defeated when he first got his hands on you, but he felt that you had a bit of fire somewhere still, it just needed to be ignited. 

After a few seconds though you went back to your resigned manner and unfolded your legs approaching him, moving to stand in between his spread thighs. “Dont worry about the negative, it doesnt always happen right away.” His fingers snapped at your pants buttons and slid them down with a jerk, your hand bracing against his shoulder to keep from loosing balance and lifting your feet to loose your pants. He pushed your shirt up. “Get rid of all this to.” 

Lifting your shirt and tossing it aside, that deep blush he admired so much spread down from your face and neck, flaring over your collarbone. His mouth smirked until he lashed his tongue over a nipple, teasing the other with pinching fingertips. “But how long till they get impatient Curtis?” you took a shuddering breath feeling the warmth of his mouth tease you to a peak, rubbing your thighs together as heat pooled faster then you expect it to in your core. “Im ready to be done and go back home.” He growled at this, biting enough for you to yelp, and try to pull away but his legs have you trapped in between them. 

“What makes you think your going back Y/N?” He growled deeply, whipping you around, and pulling you back into his lap with one muscled forearm circled around your waist. “I already told you, you were given to me to use.” your hands were grasping his forearm pressed around your midsection, and you whine softly at his words. “But once Im pregnant you wont want me in your space, why wouldnt they send me back till birth?” 

“Cause, Im keeping you. Open your mouth.” He demanded and grabbed a hold of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open, his other arm loosened around your waist and moved two fingers to your mouth.“suck, get them good and wet Y/N”  his fingers pressed against your tongue and you immediately started to suck on his digits. doing your best to do as he asked. “As I told you a few weeks ago, your issued to me for at least the next few years.” Shifting his legs to hook yours over his knees and spread his legs so your thighs spread apart wide for him, the rush of cooler air hitting your aroused flesh made you moan around his fingers pressing against your tongue. “Your here till your used up or Im tired of you.” His voice, was so final as he yanked his fingers out from your mouth, tracing your bottom lip with one of the drenched fingers. “And then your still not going back there Honey. He wont let you go back home” 

Before you could fully register what Curtis was telling you, he dropped his hand to your cunt, his fingers warm and wet from how you worked them traced your pussy lips, soft under his fingertips, his biting kiss on your neck was a stark contrast, making you attempt to pull away, but he once more clamped his arm around your waist to keep you in place, his long middle digit dipping in between the folds, tease your sensitive flesh. “N-never? even if I was useless to have children?” 

“No, never. Have you ever seen anyone return to the tail end? Your not an exception. Trust me... You could be in a worst place then with me.” Continuing to rub your cunt, circling your aroused bud but never quite touching when he would return to stroking and teasing her entrance with slight dips of his fingers, collecting your arousal to spread. “I am not the only man who does this, and plenty are cruel to there partners.” It was getting harder to focus on Curtis as he started finally touching where you ached, his arm tightening when you would arch and let your head fall back to his shoulder. Pressing his lips to your temple. “Curtis... Its,,,” 

“Feels good right? Most the time it will if Im doing my job right,” Assuring as he let two fingers fill your wet heated entrance, making you open your thighs wider, his own adjusting to help you keep them spread. You were panting, rocking your hips to meet his thrusting digits. If you werent so caught up in the moment, you would have been embarrassed of the squelching sound your wet cunt was making the faster he pumped his fingers. Your walls started to clench around him, and that little firey coil started to tighten in your lower belly. 

“M-most of the time?” You managed to utter, and Curtis chuckled while biting lightly on your earlobe. “Well your a temptation, this tight little body.” His fingers hooked when he said that, come along with me baby. He would stroke your walls to comply with his wishes, fighting against his hold, and you were crying out when you pushed back into his chest, locking and shaking, flooding his hand. “Wouldnt be hard for me to loose control and just fuck you into the mattress” 

Your thighs are trying pushing to close, aching from being stretched open, and fighting through your orgasm. He shoved you forward slightly to undo his pants, and you lean forward to brace your hands against your knees, your head dipping forward to catch your breath. It wasnt long you felt his cock pressing against your back. God you fucking hope he never lost control with you, You could barely handle him now, and everything he did was measured calculated. Curtis did nothing without giving it some thought, you knew this. 

Hands at your hips, lifted your ass enough so he could fit himself into your core, and eased you back, slowly so he inched in, making you stretch around him but it still made you hold your breath till you were full of him, every movement you made, made you groan, his thrusts were quick upward angled jabs, pressing deeper and you still braced your hands while arching your breasts forward, this angle was so fucking full, concentrating was impossible. There was just rushed thrusts and grinding your hips back down. 

Somewhere it registered his cussing against your neck, as his thrusts pressed forward longer in your clenching pussy. “Fuck your so good, just gonna fill you till your dripping with cum.” He grunted against the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips and started to move you faster, bouncing you, and you just rode it till he roared and warm jets of his cum started to fill you. Your channel flexed around his cock, milking him for the last of it, and you collapse back against him, covering your face with your hands and giving a soft sob from your second orgasm within a short time. 

Pulling himself from him, he swiped his fingers through your cunt and scooped his cum back into you, making you quiver slightly at the sensation. Curtis gave a possessive nip to your neck, and shifted your legs back to a close. Fuck the muscles ached, all you wanted to do was lay down, the muscles in your thighs screaming with a burn. Curtis tapped your thigh to stand. “Dont be letting that run down your leg Y/N,” You nod and go to stand, your legs shaking enough to look like you might wipe out, Curtis hands shot out and grasped your hips to draw you back and sit on the bed. “Probably need a moment to get your legs back.” 

Tucking himself back in his pants, he let you claim the bed and went to where he had ditched the bags he brought back from Wilfords. You dragged a blanket over your naked body and watched with curiosity as he pulled out some clothing for you, nicer then the stuff youve been wearing. “Whats that for?” you asked curiously. 

Curtis brought the skirt and top over to let you inspect them. “They are for you. There is a entertainment car, and I figured your ready to meet others. I trust you to remember who you belong to” Your eyes brightened at the idea of seeing others, even if they were front enders. “Hows your legs? If you can stand, were going in half an hour.” He took the rest of the bag and turning his back to you, stored away a few books Wilford gave him, a treat for you later if you got to bored and deserved them. Curtis hoped there would come a time where you wanted to please him, not had to please him. 

While he was doing this, you tested yourself, and gathered the clothing to your bare chest. “they are fine... I will go get ready Curtis.” You escaped quickly into the bathroom, easing the door mostly closed. You rubbed your face in the soft long sleeve, it was the softest thing you could remember feeling and when you tugged the clothing on, braiding your hair to sweep straight down your back well past your waist, you couldnt remember feeling this way, like you were being showed off,and you kind of liked it. Stepping out, your clear your throat a bit and Curtis looks up from where he had been reading the spot you left in your books. 

Fuck you look good. Curtis nods his approval, and you nervously pick at the shirt, biting back a grin in your excitement. A warm rush tingles Curtis seeing you so damn happy for the first time since he brought you back a book, and unlocking the door, he held it open for you, beckoning you to step out. Going to step out the door, your hand braced on the door frame as you peeked out, it was empty, which your heart sunk a little and with a gentle ease of Curtis’s hand in the small of your back, you step into the wide looking hallway. He slung his arm around your waist, a steady hold on your hip and in the belt loops of your pants, he led you towards the front, the way you were dragged down to his room. “Now you stay with me Y/N unless I tell you otherwise, understand? Your free to talk to people that are in this car, but remember your place. You are mine, if I find out you are disrespecting what we have going on, or me, you wont like the consequences.” 

“Yes Curtis” you reply, feeling your mouth go dry with nerves and anticipation, would you know anyone there? You hoped so, you were desperate to find out how your friends were in the tail end. You two reached a gate, and your bouncing a bit at his side, the music on the other side is thumping loud and you can see flashes of lights through the cracks. Curtis smiles a bit to himself at how obvious excited you are to get out of the room, but there are rules, and he had to be sure you knew them. Turning you to face him, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “Remember what I said, do you understand? do you have any questions before we go in?” 

You nod probably a little harder then you should and you glance at the door once more before back up to him. “Am I allowed to ask about the tail end if I see anyone I know? That wont make you upset with me?” 

Curtis thought about this for a few moments, it wouldnt hurt and you so desperately wanted to know, probably still had your hopes up about one day seeing your friends again. “You can, but dont expect to see anyone from before in there Y/N” His fist thumped against the metal door, and it popped open enough for Curtis to slide through and he took your arm, bringing you through. It wasnt quite as you remembered, but last time you came through, you were being dragged, and didnt exactly have time to admire the setting. This time you did though, and your eyes widened before you. 

People, gyrating all over each other, among the flashing lights above them, it was extremely distracting and made you want to shut your eyes. First the people were laughing and dancing, then they would turn and a clash of teeth and lashing of tongues inhaled one another in open mouth kisses, moving from one person to whoever was closest. You leaned more into Curtis, not wanting to get caught up in the orgy. It was something you didnt enjoy from him, and you knew you wouldnt like it here either. With a push of his hand, Curtis broke past the group, and the car opened up to show more people dancing, some with one another, some off poles placed in what looked like a seating area, people lazing around, high from the kronoles scattered in the sunken seating booths. Curtis led you past these as well until you two were near the other side, and he directed you to sit. “Just wait here, I will be back.” A simple nod was efficient enough for him, and he went to the small bar set up. 

“Kronoles, rum and coke?” The man asked Curtis while he pulled out to glass jars to pour the alcohol into. 

“Just the rum and coke.” Normally Curtis would part take in the kronoles, chase that mindless high that came with it, but not this time with you accompanying him. He would come back another time without you. The rum and coke though, rare treat, doing some calculations about the occasion for the rare indulgence. Wilford had announced it was new years. Collecting the drinks, he came back to where you were half in and out of your seat, curious to your surroundings. Twisting back into your seat, your nose wrinkled as you sniffed your drink, used to only water. “What is it?” 

“Try it and find out.” Was all he said, and you cautiously brought your mouth to the edge, taking a sip. It burned and was sweet at the same time, and you took another sip that stung its way down your throat. The dart of your tongue wasnt missed by Curtis, and his cock twitched at the very notion of how sweet your lips would look stretching around his shaft, your head tipped to meet him with your eyes rolling up to meet him. Fuck... It was gonna have to go on your list of necessary teachings. No it wouldnt benefit what you two were striving for, but it was a damn sweet thought, your mouth sucking him off. To cool off, he to took a bigger swallow then your sip, appreciating the burn as it went down to settle in his gut. 

“what is it?” You repeated and he looked at you and swiped his thumb over your lower lip to dry it off. “Rum and Coke, we only get it once a year, usually its homemade shit or cheap ass beer thats long since gone stale. Its new years though, another year living on the train passed.” 

“Oh! I never heard the announcement.” Your gaze again falls to looking around the room, and you got bolder in your drinking. Soon, your eyes were brighter then usual and there was a flush to your cheeks. Curtis watched you get caught up in it all and he finally leaned over to whisper in your ear. “You can go dance you know, just dont stray far from the table.” He knew others would pick up on your innocence right away, target you for your weakness, typically it was a game. That is until people learned that your were his, and he was never one to share. 

Nervous, you hesitate a moment, and then push up to go up the stairs, and dont wander to far away, but mingle. Soon your drawn into a group of women who were just dancing, and the rush of the alcohol in your system swept you away in the motion. Curtis caught sight of you laughing and swaying your hips, deeming that you were fine. He collected your glasses to go refill them with just straight soda this time, and a pair of steel grey eyes crinkled at the corners, smirking watching Curtis, whom was unaware of the threat. About time he left his girl alone was the mans thoughts, pushing from where he been sitting with a group of friends and his own toy. 

You were unaware of any change happening, until a pair of hands slid along your hips, and hot breath against your neck, a lash of the tongue over your ear, you wouldnt doubt it was anyone other then Curtis so you didnt fight it. You were his after all, and your buzzed state, you couldnt tell that this was a slightly smaller set of hands on your hips, and that the person gyrating behind you certainly wasnt as broad as Curtis. Your time in the tail end, you were used to never having personal space, you simply fell back into the person behind you, getting lost in the tempo and rush of the alcohol.  

When he came back, he glanced through the crowd again as he set the drinks down, and Curtis couldnt fucking believe what the hell he was seeing. You pushing your sweet little ass of yours into Grey of all the fucking people. Quick, he snapped up to the dance floor, and your eyes sprang open to see him pushing people to crash into one another so he could get through, frightened you looked over your shoulder to see someone youve never seen in your life, and you stepped forward to meet Curtis. “Curtis! Im so-” 

“Get on your fucking knees now and wait!” He roared at you and your scrambled to fall at his feet like he told you to, your eyes welling up at your mistake. Curtis stepped around where you knelt, your hands wringing together. 

“Curtis, we were just having fun to.” Grey sighed with disappointment. “I had to see what the fuss was all about. I can see why Wilford got interested in her, she is cute for a cum slut.” 

“What the fuck makes you think you could touch her?” Curtis crowded Grey, who didnt back up but he to crowded back, smirking in Curtis’s pissed off face. 

“Wanted to see if they were as fucking easy as they come. I would have had her sucking cock in a few minutes with how she was grinding her ass into me like some horny bitch. Cant satisfy them Curtis? Why Wilford had to give you a tail ender? Not like they know any better.” 

Curtis didnt even bother with that jab, it was clearly meant to push his buttons. Drawing up to his full height, Grey albeit smaller, was not at all intimidated by Curtis, and leaned in a bit closer, smirking “dont worry Curtis, when I get her, and I will cause the winner takes it all, I will teach her how to properly behave.” You were pushing to a stand to try and explain to the two men, when Curtis caught sight of you “Did I fucking tell you to stand, get back in your place.” 

“But Curtis, it wasnt... “ You try once more, and he has to deal with you defying him, you gave him no choice. Ignoring Grey who watched this all with interest, he stalked forward and fists his hand in your hair, yanking you back to your knees. “What did I tell you?” 

“On my knees” You twist and cry out, your hands going to your hair to try to get him to loosen his grip. 

“Do I want any fucking sass coming from you?” 

“n-no.” You cant help the tears that are rolling down your cheeks and the way your head bows to him. 

Lowering closer to your level, his next words were so low it was hard to hear, but they held deadly promise should you not listen. “Start crawling to the door Y/N” Releasing his hold and shoving you to sprawl back. 

You look at him like he cant be serious, crawl? His face though, was all serious anger storming his blue eyes and you back away from him, the crowd parting to allow you passage. 

“Please Curtis...” 

Nothing, no softening or taking pity on you, you do only thing that you can, and start to pull yourself away on your hands and knees, Curtis watched your heart shaped ass sway back and forth, and then turns back to Grey, whos watching with an amused look. 

“Sure you dont want me to break in your little sweetheart? Ass like that good for alot of things, wouldnt be any trouble at all.” 

Curtis growled lowly “Dont fucking lay a hand on her anymore, shes mine. I have no problem shoving your dick down your throat should you think shes yours to handle.” 

Grey grinned at the challenge. “No, course not. Better not let her out of your sight again.” With that Grey turned back, and hoped back down into the seating area he had been occupying previously, yanking his own girl back in his lap, and slapping her thighs to spread, ready to share her with his current company. Curtis didnt waste any more time with them, and followed where she had crawled away, getting to the door, you were waiting this time, in a subdued position, on your knees, head bowed, palms up, trying not to look embarrassed or scared of it all. Made his cock twitch again, Fucking Christ, bad timing. “Get up” He yanked on your arm and hauled you to a stand. You stumbled, but did it all quietly, averting looking at him. 

It was silent going back to the rooms, and you tried to keep up best you could to his long stride. The train walls kept dipping as if off kilter and you stumbled into Curtis a few times. Finally though you two reach his room again and he gets the door to open, pushing you to fly in first. You stumble and grab a hold of the wall, trying to get everything to stop spinning. 

“Curtis, please I didnt know.” 

He doesnt care, more pissed off then he was before at your attempt for an explanation, he drags you from your grip off the wall and over his knee. “You knew better Y/N, and yet you fucking undermined me.” 

His knee is hard in your stomach, and you could feel him lifting your skirt to pool around your waist. You try to look over your shoulder but he shoves your head back to look at the wall and floor. Struggling, again a waste of your energy, hes holding you pinned over his knee with no more energy then he would give to a mild inconvenience in his day. Yanking down your panties to, he smacked your bottom hard, hard enough to jar you forward in his lap. 

“Dont worry I plan on marking your ass so hard, your not going to be forgetting who you belonged to.” Curtis gives no time to adjust, its one hard spank on one of your cheeks after another, its a fire burning you now, and your crying into his leg, arching once in a while when its a particular had slap, those sharp stinging ones that you swear are going to break your skin. Curtis hand prints popped up in welts, and you sobbed for him to stop. “Pl-please Curtis, I wont do it again. I swear... I thought it was you. “ He growled and started to come to a stop. He reached to take a fistful of hair and jerk your head back so he could see you even at this angle. 

“Who do you listen to?” 

Sobs crack your voice. “You Curtis...” 

“Thats right little one, next time be aware of who the fuck is behind you. Accident or not, if I catch it happening again, it will be worst.” He just as quickly put you in a stand, and stood up himself, gripping your chin so your tear stained face couldnt defy him and look away. “Next time it will be a leather strap and you will bleed for it. Get to bed now.” Dropping his hand and you are quick to move out of his way while he went to take a shower. 

Your ass, burning hot and every step screamed red hot through you, you peel away the clothes that you had been so excited for and folded them into the dresser, getting into an over sized tee that Curtis had given you to wear. Crawling in close to the wall, you lay on your side, waiting for him to come back out. He finished and didnt bother with clothing, snapping off lights as he came, he stretched out on his side, and yanked you over to him, hiking a leg over his hip, there was a unprepared thrust into your core, and you yelp into his chest, pressing your face there till the pain dulled, your breathing coming and going in shallowly as you braced for him to start moving he never did though, his arm just caged you in close. 

“You can sleep like this tonight, full of my cock so you dont forget who the fuck you belong to.” 

You sniffle in the darkness, trying to adjust to the full sensation hes stuffed you with. Now, you were even more homesick for the tail end. 

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Outcast - Chapter 9

When you awoke the following morning, it was once again to the sound of birdsong. You lay on the cot, for a few minutes listening. You’d always done that before the soldiers came. After that, you were always too tense to relax in the mornings. Just in case they found you, or wild animals were stalking your camp, if you let the fire dwindle.

Even in Colter, you weren’t completely relaxed. The danger of wild animals was less, but the worry about the people you shared the buildings with had still lingered in the back of your mind.

Now you felt more comfortable. Trusted them a little more.

Dutch had spent most of the previous day, walking you round the camp, introducing you to the other people, in what he referred to as his family.

Some you had already met. Those you hadn’t included Karen and Mary-Beth. Both nice, and welcomed you, much like Susan had. Those you were unsure of were 3 older men, who to you seemed a little strange. Uncle, Herr Strauss and a priest called Swanson. The priest and the Uncle, seemed to be drunk all the time. Herr Strauss didn't smile at all.

Of course just because you had met the others, didn't mean they liked you. Molly you knew didn't like you. Charles you weren't sure about. He didn't say much, and you almost felt like he was judging you for your past. Bill, you had thought hated you, but now you weren't so sure. Not since he found out about the soldiers. The camp was big enough to avoid the people who didn’t like you, or who you didn't trust. Then there was always your tent. You could always retreat there.

What had surprised you, was when Arthur, Bill and John returned, with Dutch’s enemy, the O’Driscoll, Kieran Duffy.

He was no longer tied up, and seemed able to walk around by himself. If an enemy had wandered around freely in your fathers camp, he would have been killed.

A few of the others still gave him strange looks, not trusting him fully. The only one who looked upon him with hatred was Sadie. You could understand that, after what his friends had done to her.

You didn't worry about him though, because every time he saw you, all the colour would drain from his face, and he would walk in the other direction.

You swung your legs over the side of the cot, and stood up. You rolled your shoulder. You found it annoying to be restricted by the bandage, so you tried to move it frequently. If your shoulder was too weak, it would stop you from hunting when the time came.

You put your satchel over your head, and attached your knife in its sheath, to your waist band.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the tent flap.

Stepping out into camp, without Dutch by your side was a little scary. The last time you had stepped out by yourself, you had come face to face with Molly. An experience you didn't want to repeat.

You looked towards the main campfire, to see Sadie and Abigail. You focussed on your target, and headed to get some food.

Once again, you’d only got half way to where you were going, when you heard your name being called. At least it was a friendly voice that you recognised.

“Nizhoni, c’mon if your coming to Valentine with us!” Arthur exclaimed.

You stopped and look towards where he was standing. You quickly walked over when you saw everyone already in the wagon. To your horror, Molly was also there. You tried to ignore her, you didn't want another scene.

Arthur helped you into the wagon.

“Now Nizhoni, when we get there, you’re to stay with one of us, am I clear?” he warned.

You nodded. “Nizhoni stay close.”

Arthur nodded, and walked around to the front, and sat next to Uncle, up front.

“C’mon then, lets get going!”

Molly eyed you up and down, “nice to see you made an effort,” she scoffed sarcastically.

Karen glared at Molly, “stop being such a stuck up bitch!”

Karen looked at you and smiled, “you look gorgeous just the way you are, Nizhoni.”

You smiled at Karen, then stared at Molly, as you swept your long dark brown hair so he rested on on shoulder.

Tilly smiled at you, “I love your hair, would you let me braid it for you?”

You tilted your head, “braid? What is braid?”

Tilly chuckled, “it’ll be easier if I show you, when we get back, I’ll braid Mary-Beth’s hair so you can see.”

Mary-Beth grinned, “I love when you do my hair, Tilly.”

Tilly grinned, “If you don’t like it, I can always take it out!”

“Nizhoni watch, then decide,” you stated.

“Women!” Uncle huffed and rolled his eyes, “always going on about hair and clothes!”

Karen, who was nearest to him, punched him in the shoulder, “mind your business, and watch the road!”

Uncle grunted. Arthur, just glanced behind him and chuckled.

As you approached the town, you noticed people staring at the wagon. You started to become self conscious. Arthur noticed it to, and turned around, to make sure you were ok.

You looked at him, a look of concern on your face.

“Don’t worry, Nizhoni. Just stay close, you’ll be fine,” he assured you.

Uncle stopped the wagon, near to the stables.

“Now remember ladies, we’re keepin’ a low profile!” Arthur warned.

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Karen scoffed.

You watched as Karen headed towards the hotel, Mary-Beth slipped around the corner, Tilly headed to the saloon, and Molly headed down the main street.

You jumped off the back of the wagon.

A few towns people wandered past, staring at you, then tutting as they went past.

Arthur rested his hand on your shoulder, and pointed across the street.

“There's the butcher, and here’s some money. Go buy what you need.”

“Uncle, sit here and keep an eye on her, any trouble, yell. I’ll be in the store getting supplies.”

Uncle nodded, and sat down on a bench, just outside the general store, which had a good view of the Butchers stand.

Arthur watched you walk over to the butcher, once you were there, he turned and headed into the store.

As you approached, the butcher frowned, “don’t see too many of your people round here, but business is business, what can I get you?”

“Nizhoni buy skins?” you asked.

The butcher nodded, “I got skins, you got money, dollars, I don't trade, only cash.”

You showed him the money that Arthur had given you.

“Nizhoni buy deer skin, buck skin,” you stated.

The butcher hummed, “Lets see what I’ve got.”

You waited as he rummaged around behind him in a crate.

“Hey you, redskin!”

Your head snapped round, to see a man standing before you.

A gun was pointing at you.

You thought about reaching for your knife, but you knew better than that, so you raised your hands.

“Nizhoni not want trouble. Nizhoni buy skins.” you tried to explain.

The man chuckled, “ain't your lucky day is it redskin, I happen to know you ain't as peaceable as you make out, I happen to know you killed a soldier!”

You shook your head, “Nizhoni not kill,” you blurted, as you took a step back.

You looked towards the store, but there was no sign of Arthur, and Uncle, wasn't looking. He was sleeping.

“Nizhoni need help!” you yelled.

You didn't get the chance to yell anymore, as you felt something hard hit your face, the last thing you saw before the darkness took you, was another strange man holding a shotgun, whose butt had just smashed into your jaw.

Arthur came out of the general store, and looked across to the butcher. You weren’t there.

He rolled his eyes, and looked at uncle, who was sound asleep on the bench.

He kicked, his leg, hard. “Where the fuck is she, I told you to keep an eye on her!”

Uncle yelped, as he opened his eyes, “I dunno, I must have fell asleep. I ain’t a well man!”

“You’re a fucking moron!” Arthur growled.

He walked over to the butcher, “what happened to the Indian girl you were serving?” he asked.

The butcher sighed, “got hauled off by the sheriff, apparently she killed some soldier. Damn sheriff, ain't very good for business!” he moaned.

Arthur nodded. How the hell did the sheriff know you had killed a soldier. It wasn't like the army hung around in towns like Valentine.

Arthur headed off towards the jail house. He wondered how the hell he was gonna get you out, and what the hell Dutch would say if he went back to camp without you.

As Arthur walked in the door, he glanced in the cell, and saw you lying unconscious on the floor. Anger started to well up, but he managed to keep a lid on it.

“How can I help you mister,” the sheriff asked, frowning at the stranger.

Arthur nodded towards the cell, “I’ve come for the Indian girl,”

The sheriff rolled his eyes, “she ain't going nowhere, someone's accused her of murder, and even if she ain't guilty, them redskins ain't supposed to wander off the reservation.”

Arthur frowned, “well… she don’t live on the reservation anymore, she’s… she’s…” he hesitated, trying to think of something, “she’s my wife, I married her, bought her off some soldiers up at the fort!”

The sheriff hummed, “you got any documentation, marriage certificate, bill o’ sale?”

Arthur rolled his eyes, “not on me, but like I say, she’s my wife, she ain't killed no one, she don't have it in her.”

“I’m sorry mister, but I cant just let her go, you bring me the proof, then you can have her, but don't take too long, I’m about to send the deputy to the train station, send word to the fort. If she has murdered a soldier, or if she’s run off the reservation, that ain't in my jurisdiction. That's an army matter now!”

Arthur looked over at you, then back at the sheriff. “well don't knock her about anymore than you have already, I’ll be back soon.”

The sheriff nodded as Arthur left the jail house.

Once he had gone, the he looked over at the deputy “married my arse!” he exclaimed. “he ain't even wearing a ring! Now you head off down to the station, and send word to the fort, we got a runaway, probably killed a soldier. Tell ‘em to send someone to get her!”

The deputy nodded, and headed out of the jail house.

When you next opened your eyes, you weren't in the street anymore. You were inside a room, with bars. On the other side of the bars, was the man who pointed the gun at you.

You struggled to your feet, and put your hands on the bars.

“Please, Nizhoni buy skins!” you begged.

He walked towards the bars, with a rifle in his hand.

He smashed the butt of the rifle against your hand, “get your filthy fucking redskin hands off those bars, and sit back down!” he growled.

You screamed, and pulled your hand back, clutching it to your chest. You could feel the fingers, already beginning to swell and throb.

“Please, Nizhoni not bad!” you begged.

“I said, sit down,” he growled.

You stepped back and sat down on the cot, but panic veiled your face, as he stormed to the cell door and opened it.

He grabbed you by your tunic, backhanding you in the face, before throwing you at the back wall of the cell.

“You fucking murdering savage, your nothing but an animal, you can stay on the floor!”

Your head hit the stone wall, and you felt something warm run down your neck.

You opened your eyes, but everything was a blur. Tears trickled down your cheeks, before everything turned hazy and you blacked out.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Do you have an NSFW headcanons for RiD Thunderhoof?

*SMASHES THE TABLE WITH MY SHEER HORNINESS FOR THUNDERHOOF ALONE*

YOUR DAMN FUCKING RIGHT I DO

Is a sugar daddy. No doubt in my mind. Your his gal/guy, you gonna get treated right. Just bat those pretty little eyes of yours and he can't say no. He particularly likes clothes shopping with you. He'll hunker down in a comfy seat, wait for you to come out, and give his opinions. More skin you show, the more he's into it.

He open to the smoking. Smoking IS a thing in transformers, and hes no exception. Don't complain about it, its a put off. If you already smoke, he'll find it INCREDIBLY sexy if you sit in his lap, and steal the cigar from his mouth to get a turn.

Don't let the sugar daddy part fool you. Hes an ABSOLUTE ass. He's gonna want you to behave a certain way, and hes gonna make it clear what behavior he expects. He won't smack you up or anything, but hes gonna get real fighty really fast.

He can't be loyal. He just can't. He cares for his interests, and if there's other tail he can get, hes gonna get it. If you're cool with it, that makes it better for everyone. Just because he bangs others, doesn't mean you aint special to him.

He's got nicknames a plenty for you. "Baby", "Babydoll", "girl", "babycakes". Lots of baby type names. He'll call you whatever else tickles your fancy.

Hes the boss. You can give him a snarky attitude, he likes a little fight, but ultimately he likes having the final say.

He loves going out to dinners with you. He loves showing off what hes got.

You wanna get him going? Like to the point where he cant keep his hands off of you? Take advantage of date night. Wear something that hugs your body. Something that'll make any mech there jealous. Then, once you sit down, flirt with him a little. Make it subtle. A few drinks in, climb into his lap. Grind your ass against his junk, act like nothing is happening. Hold the side of his face and kiss at his jaw. He WILL pop himself out, not giving a damn. Shut him closed, tell him later, and just gently graze your hand against his antler. He's gonna sling you over his shoulder, hand on your aft, and say, "no. Not later. NOW." Then he'll just fling a bunch of bills on the table, and leave. If he's that desperate, he'll frag you in the bathroom, he really doesn't care.

If somehow, somehow you get him to bottom, let me tell you what you're gonna wanna do. Your gonna get him on his knees. And your gonna use a leather headpiece (ask Swindle hes got just the thing), to tie around his helm, as well as antlers. Tie him up to your bedpost, or anything that'll be hard for him to pull away from. Your gonna need warm oil for this too. Your gonna massage his absolute weak spot;his antlers. Hes got a damn fine rack, and no one appreciates it enough. Your gonna get your hands all nice and lathered up, and run them alongside his massive horns. Rub in between every single little ridges. Do it slow, and compliment him on its size. His deer is his status, and for it to be worshipped and acknowledged while your pede is kneading at his spike, hes just gonna melt under you.

He's been around town. Hes a good spike eater, but hes most proficient in eating the scrap out of you, and let me tell you, hes on the top five list of pussy eaters. Hes made bitches nut in his mouth in SECONDS. And hes damn proud of it.

He's not known for his valve. His SPIKE however, 10/10. He WILL have you sit on his spike, slam right into your good spot, and he'll use his hands to fiddle with anything else he knows will drive you crazy. You got titties? Those giant man hands bot you covered. You got a spike? Hes gonna give you a 10/10 hand job.

Be open to blowjobs. Seriously. He's gonna be chilling on the couch, panel out, and motion towards himself, and remind you about that fur coat he bought you. Hes gonna hold you down to take it completely, so be prepared. He wants you to slobber on his spike, and he wants it OFTEN. In the kitchen, in the shower, in the driveway, in the restaurant if you wanna treat him.

Is so down to spanking you. You tell him he can have whatever he wants, and he'll most likely have you sucking him off, with his hand SMACKING that ass of yours. Your ass WILL be read at the end, and thats how he likes it. Not his fault hes a total aft man.

Make him snacks, and often. He loves cookies and baked goods in particular. When your not out and about with him, he expects you to make SOMETHING once he gets home. He likes the idea of you being his cute little wife.

Hes an ass. Seriously and i cant stress this enough. You gotta do shit for this guy. Stuff that if he was a human man, you'd say no to. But hes a sexy alien robot deer, so suck it up. Seriously. He hates spitters.

[butgilinsky]

rivals pt 3 // sweet pea

warning; LOTS of graphic violence, guns, knives, language, close to death 

summary; penny peabody forces the ghoulies into a war with the serpents 

(pt 3 of _ )

pt 1.  pt.2  pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6

sweet pea x ghoulies!reader

the story really picks up in this chapter. it gets really intense from here on out, so if it’s too much I totally get it. I don't condone any of this behavior, writing things like this has always interested me, and a lot of sweet pea pics are about girls that are shy or antisocial and I love badass female protagonists. writing has always been my outlet so it’s a way for me to put all of my anger and sadness into something. it gets very dark from here on out, I'm just warning y’all(:

y/n leaned against the wall with a cigarette between her fingers, but her sister smile wasn’t there. her eyes were empty, her face was blank. when she locked eyes with sweet pea, she wiggled her fingers in a small wave, making the serpents around him look worried and confused as they walked into the high school. she would laugh as they passed her and finished her cigarette, throwing it on the cement and stomping on it. 

she was just as annoying in class as she always was, making comments here and there just to piss off her teachers. she would make comments until sweet pea would spin around and glare at her, knowing that she was trying to make sure he knew she was there, every second. 

when he walked to class, she kept her distance and smiled when he spun around, looking for her. she would wave teasingly when he found her, and laugh when he spun back around. 

when he had classes without her, he would think of ways to avoid her. when she was there, he wouldn't be able to help himself but steal small glances, regretting it the second she noticed him. 

at lunch, he tried to not look at the ghoul’s section, but when one of them screamed so loud it was impossible to look away from them, she threw her head back in laughter. 

she sat on the table as she always did, one of her eyes lowering in a wink towards the serpents. she noticed jughead glaring at her, while sweetie held his head in his hands. 

when she walked out of the school, her arm was pulled around the corner, facing her with the tall serpent. 

“can’t stay away from me?” she teased, making him groan and shove her back against the wall. 

“no, I can’t. I can’t get you out of my fucking head. you keep showing up, to remind me that I cant speak to you. you keep letting me know that you’re there, but I can’t acknowledge you.” her sinister smile grew as she watched the boy’s frustration grow right in front of her. 

“am I making you nervous?” she teased softly, running her black nails across his chest, making goosebumps rise. 

“you’re making me fucking angry.” he pushed her hips against his, making her laugh softly. 

“too bad I'm a ghoulie, huh?” she snipped, shoving the boy’s chest back, making his eyes darken as he reached out for her. “what would your goons do if they saw us, pea? what would they do if they saw you trying to get me close to you? what would they do if they knew how crazy I drive you?” her voice was teasing, as she stepped towards him, nails running across his serpent tattoo. he would've loved the feeling if he didnt know what she was doing. she was pointing out who he belonged to. 

“you’re awful.” he groaned, making her laugh. 

“and you’re a snake.” she put a soft kiss at the bottom of his neck before she walked away, leaving him speechless on the side of the school. 

***

“what’s with you and that snake?” Malachi asked as the two sat across from each other, eating peacefully. 

“I don’t concern myself with snakes, mal.” she rolled her eyes when her brother rose his eyebrows, smirking at his sister. 

“listen, I can see how you get when he's around. I hate the serpents, y/n/n. I hate them with every ounce of my being. but I love you, more than I hate them.” his words confused her, as she rolled her eyes again and went back to her dinner. 

“snakes are dirty. they get you close, just to suffocate you.” she seethed, avoiding her brother’s gaze. 

“his people are going to be more upset than I'll ever be with you. you’re old enough to make your own decisions, y/n. I'm not here to tell you what you can and can’t do.” he knew his sister well enough. he knew how she felt about things and people before she knew. 

“I'm not going to fuck a snake, mal.” his jaw clenched at the mention of somebody taking advantage of his sister, and she let out a sigh. 

“listen, snakes are meant to lie in the dirt. he can’t handle all of this.” y/n waved her hand around, referring to her life. 

“if he cares about you, he’ll try.” Malachi stood up and took his plate into the kitchen, putting it into the sink an rinsing it off for the time being. 

“well I don’t care about him.” she bit back, pushing the plate away from her, making Malachi roll his eyes. 

“yes you do. and he does too. I can tell. but if he lays a finger on you, or tries to make a snake move, I'll kill him y/n.” he looked down at his sister that was still sitting down with sincerity. she knew he wasn't joking. 

“I gotta go.” she mumbled before standing up and walking out of the house. 

she walked to the small cliff, needing to be by herself. when she saw him already sitting there, she groaned and turned around to walk back. 

“y/n wait” he stood up and caught up to the girl. 

“no. you’ve caused enough shit in my life. stay away from me.” she barked, trying to walk away from him. 

“would you just listen to me?” he screamed at her, making her laugh sarcastically. 

“I listen to you. I listen when you constantly bring up who I am, and where I come from. I listen when I hear you talk shit about the Northside less than how much dirt you throw on my name. I listen when your friends tell you to stay away from me. you and I cant be friends, pea. you can’t keep coming over here. you’ll get yourself killed.” her voice had gotten quieter, concern creeping into her tone. 

“I can handle myself-”

“not against the big bad ghoulies.” she said teasingly, making him more angry. 

“I don’t give a fuck about the ghoulies. I don't care about where you come from. I care about who you are. how you hide a real smile behind your infamous sinister one. how you put the same black shit around your eyes as your brother, trying to be connected to him and hide your expression at the same time. I care about you. not where you come from.” she rolled her eyes and stepped back, away from the boy. 

“tell that to your snakes back home.” she said simply before walking away from him. she knew she had won this argument. 

***

“the snake charmer?” y/n yelled at Malachi, who rolled his eyes at his little sister. 

“she wants to get back at the serpents. less work for me!” he tried to reason with her, but she didnt see any good coming from this. 

“so what? you bring their main guy in and beat him to a pulp? you’re going to start a war, mal.” he stood up, angry now. 

“the serpents started this fight when they shit on the ghoulies. they decided to bulldoze us, y/n. if you’re out that’s fine, but you won’t convince me otherwise.” he barked at her before walking past her and walking outside, leaving her by herself. 

she screamed in frustration and punched a wall, splitting open one of her knuckles. 

she walked outside and saw the blonde girl beside her brother who smirked widely. 

“princess of the ghoulies.” y/n rolled her eyes and walked up to the blonde lady, already fed up with her presence. 

“if you get my brother arrested, I'll beat you dead, understand?” the girl spoke with sincerity, watching Malachi smile softly behind penny who laughed in her face. 

“you couldn’t kill me if you tried, princess.” the nickname set her off as she threw her fist into the snake charmer’s face.

as she stumbled back, y/n threw her foot into penny’s stomach, which made her fall on the floor. y/n put a foot on either side of penny and bent down at her hips to face penny. 

“don't fuck with me, snake charmer. no matter what you’re doing right now, you’re a serpent. and I don't get along with snakes. no matter what your plans are, or who you’re siding with right now. you’re a sketchy bitch and I will not surrender my brother at the hands of somebody who’s trying to screw us over.” she spit on the girl’s chest before looking at her brother who was smiling. 

“I still don’t like this. and I won't be here to watch.” Malachi’s smile dropped but he didnt say anything as his sister walked off. 

***

after she heard what happened that night, she wasn't surprised to hear that the serpents were coming. 

one of the newbies came running into the warehouse, screaming loudly. 

y/n walked out with Malachi who was already smirking. Malachi wanted serpent blood, no doubt. 

her eyes landed on fp who sauntered up and stood in front of y/n who was blocking Malachi. 

“touch my brother and I’ll rip your son to shreds.” she seethed, making fp smile softly. 

“I like that you’re protecting your family, but you already fucked with my family once. you won't do it again.” his hands stayed in his pockets, refusing to hit the young girl. 

“that’s cute. you want to hit me but you won't. whether it’s because you think I'm a kid, or you have something against hitting women, I respect it. it’s cute. you probably think I'm weak or cant hold me own. that I'm only respected because my brother’s the king of the ghoulies. I earned my place here.” the man in front of her nodded. 

“I don't doubt you did, kid.” he patted her shoulder and looked at her brother behind her. 

“y/n it’s fine.” Malachi tried to tell her but she shook her head. 

“serpents want blood, they’ll get blood.” she mumbled, moving out of the way to get the spiked bat that Malachi had close to the door. 

she smashed a mirror on one of the bikes, making all hell break loose. 

sweet pea walked up to her and tried to get her to stop swinging at one of his people, but she shoved him off of her. 

“don’t start with me. this fight isn't between us right now. the serpents came for blood, I'll give them blood.” she was standing toe to toe with sweet pea, her jaw clenched in anger as he just stared at her blankly. 

“sweets!” toni called from behind him, making y/n laugh softly. 

“you’re being summoned.” she shrugged slightly as toni walked up beside the two of them. 

“get your grimy hands away from-”

y/n grabbed the back of toni’s head and smashed her knee into her nose before shoving her onto the ground. 

“y/n what the fuck” sweet pea screamed as he knelt down beside toni. 

“I'm a ghoulie. I don’t put up with shit from the serpents.” she pushed the boy over with her foot, walking over him as she went to give another serpent hell. 

as she had a boy on the floor, swinging her foot into his side, someone threw their arms around her waist and pulled her away from the scene. 

“y/n Malachi needs you” the words broke through her trance as everything seemed to slow down. 

she turned around as quick as she could, everything starting to slow as she seemed to go dizzy. 

she saw Malachi lying on the ground, his nose in his hand and blood dripping down his forehead and across his arms. 

her feet carried her to Malachi who was groaning in pain. his hand found hers and squeezed slightly as she looked around and saw a serpent with a switchblade flicked out with blood all over it. 

her blood seemed to boil and steam shot out of her ears as she reached into Malachi’s pocket and took out the gun. she stood up straight and walked up to face the serpent, pointing the gun at him and watching his face twist in horror. 

she seemed to tune everything out as something took over her. she swung the gun around, smirking at the boy in front of her. she dropped the gun to her side and punched the boy, kicking him to the ground and giving him a few blows before she put her heeled boot on the boy’s chest, applying ample pressure as she bent down. 

with her face inches away, she pressed the gun to his forehead and watched the beads of sweat form at his hairline. 

“if my brother’s blood is on your hands, your blood’s on my hands.” she let her head fall to the side, her hair covering part of her face as it fell down to slightly touch the boy’s face. 

“you serpents come to our turf, rip apart my boys, and try to kill my brother.” her voice was low and steady as she watched the boy below her have a full blown pain attack. he was sweating as his eyes went from the gun on his forehead to the girl’s eyes who seemed to lack emotion. 

“isn’t one of your laws some shit about never standing alone? well guess what, snake. ghoulies don’t need laws. ghoulies stand together. we fight together. and when one of us bleeds, another one of us draws blood. so guess what happens next, snake?” the boys breathing picked up even more ask she smiled softly, reaching in her pocket and pulling out a knife. 

she took the knife and pressed it to the boy’s cheek, gliding it across his skin and watching as his skin separated. 

she pulled back slightly and grippe the knife in her palm, sending it down into the boy’s stomach and standing up. 

“you boys fucked with the wrong family.” she stood up straight and pointed the gun to the boy. 

before her finger could apply pressure to the trigger, someone reached for the gun with one hand and the other went for her elbow. 

she was spun around to see sweet pea holding her gun and pointing it to her, making her smile. she walked up to the gun, letting it press against her forehead. she stared at the boy with her sickening smile, watching him gulp. 

“shoot me, pea.” her voice was soft and the sweat dripping down his neck was prominent as his chest rose and fell heavier than before. “do it.” 

“y/n you’re going to get yourself killed!” she heard Malachi yell which made her sinister smile grow wider. 

“kill me, sweets.” he took a deep breath as he dropped the gun to his side, letting it fall to the floor. “didn’t think so.” she let her shoulder hit his arm as she walked past him, walking back to Malachi. 

“what the fuck were you doing.” the boy was now standing, his arms cut him and his nose bleeding profusely. 

“protecting you.” the girl shrugged softly, watching her brother’s eyes drain themselves of emotion. 

“don’t do this, y/n. don’t go back to how we were.” he softly begged his sister to not go back to her old ways, but she just smiled softly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her brother’s shoulder that was peaking out due to the shirt he had taken off and wrapped around his head to stop the bleeding on his forehead. 

she walked past her brother and saw all of the boys laying on the ground. serpents and ghoulies scattered across the floor due to the result of the fight that had just broken out. 

“y/n!” various voices called for her but she was already walking away, she shut her hearing off as she tuned every noise out and walked down the street until she stood on the small cliff. 

“what were you thinking?” the serpent’s voice broke her of her destructive thoughts, making her smile softly. 

“I wasn’t.”

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[clown-bait]

Paranormal Journeys Part 7 (Monster Roommate AU)

WOW I FINALLY DID IT. So I started a new job and things have been NUTS but this fic is not dead and I am determined to finish it. And dont you worry folks I’m a stubborn ass who does not quit. So here it is the next chapter. Leech gets tortured a bit and Penny visits an old friend. Hope you guys like it!

Ch 7 Mike Hanlon gets a Visitor

A screech echoed though the old barn of the former Hanlon sheep farm. Leech glanced furiously around the stall she was in. A moment ago she was full and happy then suddenly a cloth was pressed to her mouth and a bag over her head.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THE IDIOT THAT CHLOROFORMED ME!!” The vampire roared “CAUSE I’D LIKE TO KNOW WHO’S HEAD IM RIPPING OFF FIRST!”

Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and she tried to charge with supernatural speed but felt a short chain attached to her neck snap tight. The nosferatu snapped her jaws in frustration.

“Ok guys get everything ready make sure the cameras are rolling and somebody wake up Chris.” Zander shouted as he approached the struggling vampire.

“Don't worry we’re going to help you.”

“BITCH THE ONLY HELP I NEED IS FINDING SPACE TO STORE YOUR LEFTOVERS!!” She snapped.

The ghost hunter pulled a cross from his coat and held it out at the nosferatu who began to hiss loud and sweat. He quickly put it away at her reaction.

“She's possessed all right, did you see how much she recoiled in terror? this is definitely a powerful demon were dealing with here”

“Demon?! Motherfucker I'm friends with demons, you wouldn't know a demon if it came up and bit you in the ass.” Leech spat and pulled on her chain.

“Note the foul language and denial. The creature that has ahold of her is definitely scared and trying to protect its self.”

“Protect myself from what? This shit show excuse of a reality tv exorcism? Tell ya what, if you free my hands i’ll spew pea soup at big boy over there and speak latin backwards. These shackles are tight as fuck can’t a girl get a little comfort?”

“Gosh its foul mouthed.” the bigger ghost hunter said to the team.

“Yeah thats how they are bro it's definitely going to try to provoke us. Whatever you do don't engage.” Zander said to his team mate while placing different items on a table

“You started it.” Leech mumbled. “What are those?”

“We're going to force you out of this poor girl.”

“AH! So its to be torture! I can cope with torture.” Leech flashed a cocky grin and wiggled her eyebrows expectantly.

“Did you…. steal that line from Princess Bride?” the bigger ghost hunter Rick asked her.

“Eeeyyy! Someone finally gets my references! And to think I was gonna eat this guy first!”

“RICK don't engage it!” Zander hissed

“Found our villain! Now tell me do you have six fingers on your left hand or am I gonna be calling you Humperdink”

“I think it was the right hand” Rick interjected

“Huh no shi-OW FUCK JESUS CHRIST!!!” Leech screamed as holy water was flung at her face by the lead ghost hunter. A cluster of painful burns began to bubble on her skin where the water had landed. “RUDE!”

“Silence demon!”

“I’M NOT A DEMON! GOD you are like the biggest edge lord! What’s next? You gonna start shouting bible verses too like they do in the movies?” she snarled as Chris walked in the room.

“Z I had the weirdest fucking dream.”

“Not now bro we’re doing the exorcism.”

“Yeah poorly. Bet you dickbags got all your training from bad horror movies and porn parodies.”

“Sheesh that thing is nasty” Chris winced

“Demon Dick 5?” the Rick asked as his companions glared at him in shock and annoyance.

“One of my favorites Rick. I like this guy have him do the exorcism!”

“We've already wasted enough time!” Zander shouted and picked up a book from the table he began to read a passage and Leech dramatically pretended to hiss and writhe her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Hahaha Man oh man if Phil could hear you guys talking about him like this he'd be laughing with me just as hard! Shit wait somebody text him for me!”

“Why would we do that? Also who's phil?”

“Oh right, Phil is Satan we used to play poker together before my boyfriend banned it from the house. Not my doing for once lets get that clear.”

“Don't listen to a word its saying guys”

“Aw come on Humperdink let me just text my buddy once” her eyes flashed white over in Rick’s direction before being splashed with holy water once again. The nosferatu’s skin sizzled and steam rose from her burns. “J-just….text…LOL getting… a half assed….exorcism…hit send…. mph there.”

Chris glanced over to Rick who’s eyes had rolled up into his head he was holding her cellphone which just buzzed with a notification. “RICK SNAP OUT OF IT!” he shouted and turned to the grinning vampire pelting a rock at her face. “LET HIM GO”

Leech spat as the stone broke her nose and looked back up sticking her tongue out through the black ichor dripping down her face.

“CHRIS! Control yourself!” Zander shouted and Leech winked back at the two.

“Read it Ricky!” she smirked.

“I-it says R-O-F-L cant be there, at yoga getting this ass….its a picture of a goat and a woman’s back side” Rick’s eyes rolled back down and Leech vomited a small amount of black goo onto the barn floor. “Phew that took more out of me than I thought” she muttered and panted.

“RICK!”

“I'm sorry she did something to my head!”

“Ok but can you at least show the picture though?” the vampire asked looking up from her now bruising eye and nose.

“NO!” the other two ghost hunters turned and shouted.

“OH COME ON! I wanna see that booty”

“WOW this thing is terrible!” Chris glanced over at Zander who was prepping to try another round of bible verses.

“I know bro this is one of the nastiest ones we've dealt with! This is pure evil we’re dealing with here.” The lead ghost hunter clapped his friend on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Aww I'm blushing! you really mean it?!” the vampire shouted to them

“Bro hand me my rosary.”

“What are those? Anal beads? So you HAVE seen Demon Dick 5!”

Zander got close and began to shout “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I COMMAND YOU TO GET OUT OF THIS WOMANS BODY”

“Hahaha that was totally a direct quote.” Leech laughed again but was cut short when the silver cross dangled in front of her face “FUCK GET IT AWAY!” She hissed and the ghost hunter dangled it closer to her. Leech could feel her skin burn with heat where it drew close. The ghost hunter threw another wave of holy water at her and she hissed in pain face turning skeletal for a second as her skin sizzled. “A-all right if were gonna get straight into the kinky stuff we should at least have a safe word. Mine’s usually Float.” she tried to joke through the pain. Her skin was on fire with the crucifix being so close.

“Z I don't think she's a demon” Rick said tugging on his leaders arm

“Rick I’ve been at this way longer than you I know a demon when I see one”

“Bullshit you're doing this all wrong. Plus Im not a demon I can prove it too if you hand me that orange.” Leech panted.

“I don't know Z this could be a trick” Chris said with worry.

“Look have you ever seen one do some of the shit she just did? Just hand her the orange”

“Fine Rick. Fine. We’ll humor you but if nothing happens we’re getting right back to the exorcism.”

Zander rolled the fruit over to the vampire who glared up at him from her knees “You gonna undo my hands so I can eat this?”

“No.”

“Weeeelllll fuck you then! So much for what’s left of my dignity.” she grumbled and bent down to the floor biting into the fruit as best she could to suck out the juice. “Ahm hoing to rerhet hiss ho huch…” she said while her fangs sunk in. Leech came up with a weak expression on her battered and burnt face looking nauseous and dizzy. “You're all gonna wanna stand back when I- HURK!” the vampire suddenly lurched forward and spewed out blood and guts onto the barn floor in an inhuman amount. She kept going for a solid five minutes until Leech was slumped over supported by the chain around her neck. “Huh, is that an engagement ring? Shit I need to chew my food.” she wheezed before emptying the rest of her stomach contents.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” all three ghost hunters screamed in unison.

“Yeah lets see Pazuzu pull that shit!” Leech grinned declaring victory before shouting at some unknown force in the ground “YOU HERE THAT ZUZU I JUST OUT WEIRDED YOU! WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW BITCH!? PEA SOUP GOT NOTHING ON ME!”

“Zander! If this is not a demon then what the hell is she bro?” Chris turned to his leader in a panic

“Nosferatu.” a vaguely familiar female voice said walking into the barn “What you're dealing with is a nosferatu.”

leech sniffed the air and snarled in disgust.

“Fuck.”

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Somewhere in the town of Derry, Mike Hanlon was laying in his bed coming down from another high. It was time to turn in for the night but with all that had been going on the last couple days the librarian needed a fix…. just a quick one to calm the nerves. His night would be anything but calm when two glowing yellow eyes lit up his room like the obnoxious christmas lights his neighbors had set up.

“Mike” something whispered in the dark “Mike! Help us!” came another disembodied voice. He knew them all too well. The librarian sat up in his bed glancing around his room unaware of the creeping fingers clawing up his mattress. Burnt hands wrapped around the terrified man pinning him down while a disheveled looking monster from his childhood nightmares stepped into the moonlight.

“Thought you could trick me did ya Mikey? Thought you could fool Ol’Pennywise by taking what he loves most. Stupid boy! Stupid, stupid, stupid! No one fools me. no one.” the clown began his voice shaky and dangerous trying to mask the obvious panic behind it as he paced. The creature’s posture and gait reminded him of a nervous caged animal unpredictable and dangerous. Something was very wrong with IT.

“Y-you? W-hy are you here?” the librarian asked cautiously.

“TELL ME where she is SHEEP BOY. Tell Penny where his peachy is and he’ll make it much much quicker for you. Yes! A quick death or a slow one pick your path!” he snarled as Mike was trying to decide if he was still high.  

“A-are you real?”

“REAL? Real THIS ISNT REAL ENOUGH FOR YOU MIKEY?”

Mike’s stomach flip flopped in realization of the little reminder of all those years ago. IT had to be real and now IT was in his bedroom.

“Penny knows you need time, yes iIknow you haven't figured out that stupid reptile’s riddles. Don't you fret sheep boy I am just here for her this time. Bring her to me, bring me my mate and you can go back to trying to understand what mortals cannot.” IT was frantically babbling around his room pacing like a tiger in a small cage looking almost fearful its self. Mike remembered that look well the last emotion he saw on ITs face before it vanished down that hole. Something was very, very wrong.

“A mate? …You?!” he asked trying to keep the creature talking to piece the situation together as best he could.

The clown shot him an unamused look as if this was far from the first time someone has asked that. “Where is my Leechie!? I am the questioner here!”

“You're talking about Lucy right? Something’s happened to her?”

“Lucy… Lucy yes, yes her human name. Don’t play games sheep boy release her to me!” Pennywise snarled while he stalked beginning to impatiently kick things over and sniff items of clothing desperate for that sweet smell of blood and ashes.

“Even if I did know where she is, why would I help you?”

The clown roared and charged forward coming in close to the trapped man on the bed fangs bared long and needle like. IT spat in Mike’s face drool and bits of flesh hitting his skin as it spoke. Something was very off with IT more so than usual, as if possessed by some sort of ancient instinct overriding its usual demeanor.

“You want to stop me don't you? I’ll let you live Mikey! Yesss I’ll let you try! One free shot! Just give me my Peachy!” IT was bargaining now just like it did in the cistern 27 years ago. The clown must be desperate.

“I don't have her” the librarian spat back at the clown who snarled and grabbed his throat. Suddenly Mike felt searing pain in his mind as IT forcibly invaded his thoughts its eyes blackened on the edges pupils drifting off into different directions till he found what he was looking for and returned them to focus. IT’s face changed again from rage, to shock and finally to embarrassment. In IT’s hate fueled assault on its enemy IT had made a grave mistake. Mike had nothing to do with his precious mate. In fact all Pennywise had done was just reveal his greatest weakness to his greatest enemy. IT had messed up and it had messed up bad.

The clown released the librarian and awkwardly backed up off the bed eyes large and wide. Wordlessly, IT glanced over to Mike’s bedroom door and without breaking eye contact opened it while silently slinking out like a dog with its tail between its legs. The hands around the librarian vanished into smoke and everything became calm and quiet around him. “What the hell just happened?” he asked the empty void not expecting to get a response and not sure if he wanted one either.

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Pennywise returned to his home to find his…..friends? Seated on his couch awaiting the result of his hasty impromptu rescue mission. That, and they were probably mad that he tore Freddy’s head back off in rage. Even his cat seemed a bit upset with him.

“Well? Did you embarrass yourself?” Chucky asked him taking a drag from one of Leech’s joints.

“It…..it wasn't the librarian…” the clown muttered.

“Oh yeah he embarrassed himself.” Freddy laughed still applying a few more staples to his neck.

“Hey if Fangs doesn't come back can I use her room? Thinkin’ about making it into a nice man cave” Chucky boldly asked earning him a death glare from the distressed clown.

Penny snarled and shooed everyone away from his couch snatching up Church to absentmindedly pet as if the cat was a coping mechanism for his current state. What if she doesn't come back? There were emotions he was feeling he didn't think were possible. His new strange instinct to protect driving him to near insanity as he was currently in a constant war with himself to drive the feeling back. Nature and ego raged war inside the eldritch being.

His inner thoughts were interrupted when the door to Neibolt House creaked open the residents all took their leave except the owner who still sat on his couch stroking his cat not wanting to put any effort into this one.

“H-Hello?” a voice called out. “Uh clown? Pennywise?” Mike had never actually called the clown by name before it felt weird on his tongue.

Something appeared behind the librarian blocking his exit.

“What do you want” IT hissed low and in a whisper. Mike turned to see the god of fear its self looming behind him with a plump dirty grey cat tucked under its arm. The two stared at each other in hatred and confusion. The librarian looked at Church and back to the clown.

“Is that a cat?”

“Possibly..”

“Are you going to explain why you have it?”

“No.”

“….what the hell happened to you?” Mike whispered half to the clown half to himself.

“Why are you here?” pennywise snarled growing impatient.

“I cant believe I'm saying this but I'm here to….help.”

“YOU WHAT?!” the house shook with the inhuman roar released from Pennywise’s throat.

“LET ME EXPLAIN HOLD ON!” the librarian put his hands out in an attempt to calm the savage beast who had nearly thrown the animal in its arms.

“You have five seconds human before I tear out your eyes.”

“Look you want your…uh girlfriend or whatever she is back. I need more time to figure out how to kill you.”

“Is this a bargain?” the clown raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

“Whoever has her is most likely trying to get to you and will try to harm you as well. We both know all they will do is send you back to sleep and if that happens I can’t stop you and you lose the girl. I can help you get her back. I have a way into the farm, and I can distract whoever has her as a friendly face. Then we can go back to trying to kill each other, business as usual.”

The clown glared at mike with a fury that made the librarian tremble with fear. This had been a mistake he was going to die and everything will be ruined on this stupid risk.

“You dare assume I cannot solve my own problems sheep boy?? What’s to stop me from tearing you apart right now.”

“That.” Mike pointed behind the clown. Pennywise slowly turned to see a box with a balloon tied to it specifically just to mock him. The clowns eyes grew wide as he sniffed the air and saw the black ooze leaking out of the corner of the cardboard. With careful claws he opened the lid and peered inside letting out one of the most horrifying sounds Mike Hanlon had ever heard in his life. The box was thrown to the floor and an object rolled out of it. It was a cold pale finger tipped with a sharp feminine nail and the blood that leaked from it was black.

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Uh oh what did Leechie do this time? Poor clown be going NUTS over all this. Im so excited to do some frenemy shit with Pen and Mike like Ive been DYING to get here. Also its Leech’s turn to meet an old enemy. Wonder who it is?

[totoroses]

i was thinking about you the other day

i was doing the night cleaning and had gone to the balcony to put away the broom and mop and now i cant remember what started it, but i just breathed in the humid taipei air, and felt you come into my lungs. more dense, more humid, more toxic, than the taipei air could ever try to be. i dont know where you came from, or what you were doing here of all places. you are three years ago and across an ocean, what you did is nearly four years in the past. so why, four years across the sea in the future where i’ve changed so much and gone through new lovers and friends, you still come to choke me when i least expect it? this summer, this past year, i decided to be done avoiding the things you called yours. peaches were yours. the big lebowski was yours, beat poetry, leonard cohen and purple velvet, a fear of snakes, using fuck as a punctuation mark among other words you would try to make me say because you liked that i was good and you could make me bad. 

i started drinking peach beer because i love peaches, and i drink it and drink it down set on tasting something other than the stars you said hung like dewy peaches in the night sky where you grew up. peaches became mine again. leonard cohen was mine before i knew you liked him too, and thinking you ever thought yourself similar to such a gentle, sensitive, romantic soul with words as naturally tender as yours were sexual and coarse makes me cringe. i maybe use a curse word once every other day, maybe more if i am feeling the urge to passionately belt the lyrics to ‘love on the brain’ or if someone brings up our asshat of a president. but even when it feels satisfying and necessary to use these words, there is always a moment after that i hear your laugh, see you smirk, feel you pound my back and your whisper in my ear of “that’s my girl, im making you so dirty” or even worse, “see? don’t be such a bitch thinking youre better than me. we’re the same. i bet i can make you say fuck again.”

i hate the thought of making you smile, of becoming any of what you wanted me to become for your own pleasure. losing my virginity this past year is not something i regret in the least, but the day after my girlfriend and i first made love, i walked in haunted circles-- lost in remembering, sick with remembering how many times again and again i told you i wanted to wait until marriage and you saying i would never be able to that i would be too weak for the first person to say they loved me whether they did or not. and how i proved you right when i let you take me to you bedroom and lock the door. three hours. three, four years ago, as vivid as yesterday. you taking the last of what you wanted before deciding there was nothing left in me you hadn’t seen already or wanted.

i hate that i still think of you, that you still exist in my daily thoughts and nighttime dreamings because i know i am not in yours and have not been since the day after our last violin lesson together. i am reclaiming my life and my desires as my own, i am fighting with all of me to love and do what i want without you clinging on and calling me still yours, calling me what you imagined me and wanted me to be. i am terrified to run into you. our city is so small, i want to wander to my old high school haunts but know from others that you still linger so frequently, barring my entry. because if i see you and you say nothing, i fear i’ll shut down, utterly lost. and i fear if i see you and you try to say anything, whether it be relative to our past or talk about the weather, i fear i’ll shut down as well, mixed up and tangled like hurricane clouds. 

i don’t want to know you anymore, but you still exist and you still exist where i exist and i dont feel unsafe because of you but you awaken all of the guilt and self hatred you caused me. i dont know if your physical attacks on my body were any worse than the constant alluvion of abuse you inflicted on my mind, or if the two simply went hand in hand. one leading to another and another and another until everything was just so bruised and broken. i finally told my mother i didn’t hit myself way back in the august of 2013, causing my jaw injury. i told her it was you. that you used my violin bow more than i during our lessons, and not to make music but to make the scarlet lines on my thighs and back of my neck. you always scolded me for hurting myself, saying it could only be your job to do so sweetly from now on. you would decide when and why i should be punished. i will not be punished anymore by either you or by me. im buying at least two more peach beers before leaving taiwan and drinking them and taking all of the artifical starlight of the taipei skyscrapers so you could not pluck the free even if you wanted. i am mine i am mine i am mine and nothing could ever make me yours again.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Under the quarantine [1]

All I can say that @meetmeinthematinee​ is the one being blamed for me creating this... abomination... this... absolute filth. And yes, there will be more parts, because apparently I can’t think straight because of the lock down.

SUMMARY: John is locked with Santino in a hotel room that overlooks the stunning Piazza Navona. The Italian man's being an asshole like he always is and Wick gets really angry. Words:  2305; Warnings: angry smut, some good ol’ m/m smut;

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“Potrei davvero usare una prostituta in questo momento” Santino gasped looking out of the window at the empty Piazza Navona. The water in the fountain was still running, yet somehow it looked much cleaner than it used to be. The pigeons chasing each other where the only living thing that were visible on the empty streets.

“Scommetto che ora sono in congedo per malattia” John chuckled, playing with the half empty tumbler in his hand.

“Hilarious John, absolutely fucking hilarious” Santino scolded him, his eyes still focused on the empty streets.

“Perhaps it’d be easier if you had a wife…”

“You had one and see how it ended” Italian man blurted out before he even had the chance to think through his words, he quickly turned around to look at Wick, “John I-I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean that.”

“You’re a D’Antonio, you meant every word you’ve ever said” he leaned over to the small table where the bottle of whisky was located to pour himself another refill.

“Then you know that I mean it when I’m say that I’m sorry…”

“Were you truly sorry just once in your entire lifetime?” John took a slow sip from his glass eyeing the Italian. Santino stood by the windows, with his back pressed to the wall the divided one row of glass panels from the another.

“I am now, bello…” he mumbled slowly moving closer to the armchair.

“Don’t start this shit now.”

“Which shit?” Santino asked trying to sound as innocent as he could right now. John looked up at him, his doe eyes filled with rage and the Italian couldn’t help himself and rolled his lower lip between his teeth winking at Wick.

“This shit” John pointed to him with the glass he still held in his large hand, “And don’t you ever fucking call me bello again or I’ll kill you with my two own hands.”

“Oh, how exciting! It’s a shame you always threaten me with it, but you still haven’t done it… bello.”

John growled placing his glass on the table, before he quickly stood up and moved over to Santino. Grabbing the smaller man by his throat he forcefully pushed him against the wall, making him gasp loudly when his back collided with the wall.

The hand around his throat tightens its grip and he moans, letting his head fall backwards, “You’re thinking about that John, aren’t you?” He asked him, the Italian accent falling heavily on every letter, before his baby blue eyes opened just to meet John’s dark ones. He had no idea if that was plain anger or lust, or perhaps even both. They just stared at each other in silence, before Santino challenged himself to speak again, “I know you want it, John… bello, don’t be shy with me” his hand moved from the wall and onto Wick’s arm, feeling the tensed muscles through the white fabric of his shirt.

“What if I do?” John’s voice is just as coarse as his hand that’s still wounded around Santino’s neck.

“You’re at my grounds John, in my country, with my guards outside the door. If you do it there’s not coming out alive from this one, bello.”

His answer is to press the heel of his palm further into Santino’s throat. The first hit of adrenaline rushes in Santino’s veins, “I have always wondered what it would be like with you, bello” he challenged, “to be at your mercy… bello. Why this slow, John? There are at least three guns in this room-”

“I told you I would use my hands” he was cut off by John’s hoarse voice somehow too close to his ear now.

“But you can’t.”

John’s hand tightened again, “I can and I will.”

Santino feel his fingers press into the side of his neck, his thumb tight up beneath his jaw. His shoulders stiffen, his whole body is tense, trapped between the wall and John’s tall figure.

The Italian’s cheeks are flushed with heat, his hands curl into fists as Wick grips his neck with such force it’d probably leave bruises, “Do you think that this frightens me?” he muttered.

John’s thumb sink into his pulse point, like he wanted to roughly check if he’s still alive, it’s thudding against the soft skin of Santino’s neck, “Yes” he breathed.

“It’s the opposite of frightening, bello. I really like your hands…” Santino gripped John’s forearm, digging his fingers into it, the only way of defense he could possibly own in this situation. But the more he grabbed onto him, the more John crushed his throat.

He’s choked with pathetic, undignified moans. John’s thumb rolled into his pulse point, more determined to make it slower. Santino fought at the edge, but he can’t cheat what John’s hand on his throat does to him. His eyes rolled back, head sunk onto the wall behind him.

“Tell me John… have you ever been with a man before?” Santino asked, the hand that was dug into Wick’s forearm was slowly sliding down onto his side, then onto his hip, before the soft Italian fingers rubbed at the bulge in front of John’s suit pants, “It seems like we’re both equally excited, bello” he chuckled.

John growled through his gritted teeth and spun D’Antonio around so he was facing the wall now, his face forcefully shoved into it.

“Let me touch you bello, let me make you feel good” his weak plea filled John’s ears and he growled again. Santino tired to sneak his hand between their bodies, but Wick was pinning him against the wall with his body, his painfully hard erection pressed against Santino’s peachy ass.

“Don’t.”

“Bello, please…” Santino moaned when he felt John’s hand removing his shirt from where it was neatly tucked in the back of his trouser, before he raked his fingers through the soft flesh.

“Non sono il tuo puttana” John rasped into his ear, tugging his pants down harshly.

“Ho sempre amato te, John…”

“You” Wick said without loosening his grip, “are an absolute nightmare, Santino.”

“I’m your favorite worst nightmare, bello… are you just gonna just stand like that and insult me or are you actually gonna use your hands on me in different ways, John?”

John put the pressure back on Santino’s throat, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises. “Like that, baby?” He was being cruel, rubbing himself off against Santino’s thigh, careful not to give Santino’s hardened cock any relief, “You’re all bark and no bite, aren’t you? Just wanna be used. Fuck, I could choke you to death, and you’d take it. You’d fucking love it. Bet you’ve touched yourself thinking about what we’re doing right now, one hand on your cock, three fingers up your ass...”

“I…” Santino’s face was flushed, dark curls sticking to his forehead, tears seeping involuntarily out of the corners of his eyes, “Yes, I-I thought about tying you up. But this is…” he tilted his head slightly so he could look at Wick, his eyes meeting John’s, pupils blown wide, “Cazzo, just touch me, please touch me.”

John ignored him, “You wanna tie me up, hmm? Well, perhaps next time, pretty boy. So, how do you wanna do this?”

Santino’s voice was husky, “Want you to fuck me, bello.”

“Can’t say no to that” John grinned, and much to D’Antonio’s surprise, he tilted his head using the hand still wrapped around his throat and kissed him hungrily, tasting cigarette smoke and the whisky they both were drinking earlier.

“I’m big” he warned, tugging Santino’s boxers down, exposing his bubbly ass.

“You mean your cock or your ego?” Santino asked, with a hint of his usual sarcastic self.

John shoved a rough hand over Santino’s mouth in irritation, “Can you shut the fuck up?”

Santino’s pretty lips parted, drawing John’s index and middle fingers into his mouth. The way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on those two fingers made John’s throat tighten, instantly regretting not having that soft wet mouth elsewhere on his body. He groaned and pulled his desperately hard cock through his zipper, jerking himself urgently now. After a moment, he yelped as he felt the sharp scrape of teeth against his fingers.

“Hurry up, bello” Santino whined.

“Bite me again and I’ll slit your throat” said John, trailing his right hand down to circle Santino’s entrance with a fingertip and making him squirm against his restraints.

“You wish.”

“I wanna tear you apart” John breathed as he pressed both spit-slick fingers inside at once, drawing a ragged gasp from Santino.

 “Just get on with it, yeah?” Santino urged, pushing back on John’s fingers and moaning deliciously when he got them at just the right angle.

“So impatient” John slid his hand up and down Santino’s throat, “Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

Santino could barely speak because of the pressure that was put by John’s hand on his throat, “Yes, bello, I want…” he kicked off his pants and spread his legs wider, “I want it to hurt. Cazzo… don’t stop choking me John…”

“You’re fucked up” he lined himself up and pushed in roughly, keeping his fingers tight around Santino’s neck, pressing deeper into the bruises already blossoming there. Santino’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parted wordlessly, and for a flash of a moment John thought he’d blacked out. Trying not to lose himself in the tight heat around his cock, he began to move experimentally, keeping his thrusts shallow, “Is this want you wanted, baby?”

Santino made a low growling sound in his throat, “Maybe if you fuck me about ten times harder.”

“You like it harder, huh? Should’ve known you’d be high maintenance” John’s tongue flicked over Santino’s bottom lip, “Ask me nicely.”

“Please, bello” whatever dignity Santino still had, he was obviously abandoning in favor of getting what he wanted. His voice was soft, hoarse. John thought he’d never seen anyone look so beautifully wrecked, “I’ll be so good for you, let you fuck me up any way you want... Just… cazzo… I need you to… please, fuck me so hard, /sir, squeeze my throat till I can’t breathe...”

John rolled his hips lazily, brushing a spot that made Santino writhe underneath him, “Think I can manage that.”

He bottomed out, giving Santino’s hair a harsh tug as he pulled back and fucked into him again, still choking him with his left hand. Santino let out a stuttering moan, “Cazzo… yes… please… harder…”

That earned him a stinging slap across the cheek, “Please what?”

“Sir, please, I need…”

With no warning besides the wicked grin on his face, John started fucking him in earnest, fast and rough and absolutely perfect pace. Santino took all of it, his mouth slack, eyes streaming almost as much as his untouched cock, “Ohhhh… cazzo, yes, just like that - oh! Unhh, there, oh, there, don’t stop, sir, please don’t stop...”

“So good for me, baby” John purred into Santino’s ear, indulging him at last, sucking a messy hickey on his neck and reaching down to take him into his hand, “So fucking hot.”

“Hit me again” Santino rasped out of nowhere and for all his forced self-control, John thought he was about to come on the spot. He stilled suddenly, his hold on Santino slackening.

“Say that again?”

“Hit my face again.” God, he wants it, he really fucking wants it.

Even as his orgasm threatened to explode, John hesitated. Santino was smaller than he was, and probably wouldn’t come off too lightly even in a fair fight. And actually, looking at Santino standing there all fucked out and vulnerable, the idea of making him hurt – really hurt – felt like a knife in the gut.

“I’m not gonna hit you, you kinky fuck” he swirled his thumb over the head of Santino’s cock, “Here, let me take care of-”

Santino’s eyes snapped open, “John, bello, please… just one slap, j-just one-” he was cut off by John’s hand that abandoned his cock, but only for a moment just to give him the desired slap across his other cheek, before it was back on Santino’s cock, squeezing it harshly, hand slowly sliding up and down his length.

John pinned Santino down by the throat against his body and began to move his hand faster, teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb until Santino’s head fell onto his arm, he made a choked sobbing noise and came all over John’s hand.

“Fuck” John gasped, drinking in that sound, that teary face completely lost in bliss. His own pleasure was tipping over the edge, everything going blurry… if he wasn’t careful he was gonna- fucking hell… 

He blew his load in a couple of quick spurts, coming inside him with a loud groan. When Santino didn’t complain, John checked to make sure he was still conscious; he was, but he looked so fucked out that John wasn’t entirely sure he really knew what was happening.

“Are you alright, Santino?” asked John, trying not to sound too concerned.

“Better than alright” Santino said in the same soft raspy voice.

He’s fucking smiling, the sick piece of shit, thought John, a huge grin appearing on his face as he noticed it.

“I’d give you a cuddle if you didn’t hate me so much” Santino snickered.

“Who said I hate you?” John asked, spinning him around, so he was facing D’Antonio once again. His hand came around his neck again, but much lighter this time, as he closed the space between them.

“Wasn’t that a hate fuck after all, John?” Santino challenged himself and leaned closer to him, brushing his thumb across John’s lips.

“I just used the opportunity” he flicked his tongue around the Italian’s finger and he purred loudly.

“I can make you another one.”

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Intervistare [5]

one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Since @wifeofdarklordsworld​​​ was more than keen for the fifth part I was very happy to oblige and here it is 😈 Also there will be more parts to it, cause I couldn’t help myself with continuing this series!

SUMMARY: Santino takes you to his summer house in Provence. Words:  2533; Warnings: smut, as you might think;

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When you woke up in the middle of the night, you registered three things. The sound of the wind blowing outside the room. The vanilla and pomegranate scented moisturizer you slathered on to soothe your sunburn. The aftertaste of alcohol still lingering on your lips from the numerous glasses of posh wine you consumed.

And then you opened your eyes and you were sweating, wide awake, too hot to focus on anything but how uncomfortable you felt. You were hot and flustered - the remnants of a bad dream still somewhat lodged in your brain and as much as you tossed and turned in those first few minutes, willing yourself to go back to sleep, it was no use.

Your restlessness made you turn your head to find Santino. He was draped half across you, his arm curled over your waist like he only recently let go of you. He had no regard for the heat, for how high you had to turn the air conditioning up, how you both slept naked as a necessity rather than a choice - he simply always wanted to be close to you, even at night, no matter how uncomfortable that was.

The thin sheet was barely covering him, exposing all that beautiful tanned skin from the days you spent sunbathing on the patio, both of you sprawled in the comfortable lounge chairs and his hair was a curly more than you’ve seen it curly before, stuck to his forehead. His nose and cheekbones were shiny with a slight layer of sweat. His lips parted a little against the softness of the pillow, his eyelids heavy and fluttery. He was so picture perfect it broke your heart over and over again. You didn’t want to wake him, but you knew he was tired enough that you could slip out without him noticing.

You shifted from under his arm and hurried across the room in quick, almost soundless, tiptoe movements, trying to keep as quiet as you could. You picked up the satin kimono he gifted you on the first night you’ve spent here and pulled it around you, tying the strip of fabric around your waist loosely. With minimal noise, you headed out and onto the balcony with bare feet, slipping through the sliding door. The air was humid, thick and heavy but there was a slight breeze which danced around your skin and you craned your face for more of it, calmed by how quickly you were cooling down. It was dark out, the sky dotted with stars like a painting and you watched the lavender fields bend with every blow of the summer wind. You could spot a couple of people walking on the narrow paths, a few lights of other houses shining in the distance, but it was mostly quiet and you closed your eyes for a moment or two, enjoying the tranquility.

It had only been a few minutes when you heard a shuffle behind you - but you didn’t turn your head, knowing it could only be Santino. There was a loud thump followed by a couple of sluggish footsteps and you heard the door slide ajar, the curtains flap in the breeze, his stifled yawn. A moment later his warmth surrounded you again, his firm chest pressed up close to your back. He was clearly still undressed, hadn’t bothered covering up to join you out on the balcony and you laughed a little at his bravery. He smelt like scotch, a hint of cigarette smoke and the remains of his cologne, so intoxicating, so consuming. He sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, drawing you back against him, his muscles tightening as you ran your hands back over them instinctively.

“Bella… what are you doing here?” he mumbled thickly a second later, the sleepiness still very much in his voice.

“Just needed to cool off, Santi” you replied quietly, leaning back into his touch, feeling his untamed hair tickle your skin as he exhaled, “I just couldn’t sleep.”

He nodded and rested his chin on your shoulder for a moment, staring out at the view just as you had. His breathing was slow and shallow and you counted the beats, felt him crane his neck slightly to find the moon.

“Bel cielo” he whispered, before sweeping your hair out of his way so that he could sink closer into your neck, “Mmmm… you smell so good bella” his nose pressed against you, close to your ear and you giggled breathlessly, wrapping your fingers around his to keep him close, “Come back to bed with me, bella” he grumbled, his voice deeper, a suggestiveness to it.

“I’m not tired, Santino.”

He sighed dramatically, furrowing his brow but held you tighter, needy and starved of attention for too long. He shifted his stance and angled his face so that he could press his lips against your neck, where he softly groaned, “Please.”

And just like that the heat was back, only this time it was different and it was welcomed. You elongated your neck, tilting your head to give him more room and closed your eyes as he pressed wet kisses against your clammy skin.

“Santi… what are you doing?”

“I will help you with being tired, bella” he laughed as he kissed down and over your shoulders, brushing the material of your gown aside, so demanding.

You didn’t want to say no, wouldn’t have dreamt of it in a million years, but there was something so uncontrollable and unpredictable about him, his need to have you whenever and wherever he desired that had you constantly on edge. And as badly as you needed him too in that moment, it was also so risky, so exposed.

You were about to tell him no, tell him it was a bad idea and that it was far too dangerous - when he undid your gown, impatient, his gentle hands roaming over your body the moment he could get inside. The breeze drifted over your body and you shuddered at the sensation. He skimmed your nipples, squeezing your breasts roughly as your rolled your body back against him, gripping his bicep to keep yourself still.

He held you against him with one arm, his tight fist the only indication of his lack of control and he reached down, stroking over your stomach with two fingers, trailing closer by the second to where you needed him, but never close enough. You were weak.

“Santino…” you sighed through gritted teeth.

“Cosa?”

“We- we can’t…”

“But we already are, bella” he drawled, and pinned his body against yours again, choosing that moment to reach down and brush against your folds. The angle was a little awkward but he was persistent and it didn’t stop you from shuddering as he touched you, the pure need for him having built so quickly.

“Wet” he announced proudly, his lips close to your ear, “so fucking wet.”

You could feel his erection, knew how hard and desperate he was already when he pressed against your ass and you wanted to tease him, but you had no leverage, your body trapped between him and the railing. He rubbed your clit teasingly, circular motions with one finger, as if testing to see how well you’d play along for him and you cried out a little, needing so much more than he was offering.

The heat was so sticky, your hair slick against your skin and you groaned involuntarily as he smothered every inch of your skin he could reach in kisses at the same time, suckling here and there, skimming you with his teeth out of sheer hunger.

Santino could have stayed in that position forever, watching you bend further against him, begging him wordlessly to play with you, but he knew better than to drag it out when you were in such a compromising position, naked and trembling on the balcony. One hand was on your hip, the fingers pressing into your skin hard and the other moved away from your heat to cup your throat, his thumb pushing up into the soft skin under your chin. He ignored your quiet whimper of frustration, his ultimate goal to make you moan and purr for him fueling him instead. His knee knocked your legs apart and you couldn’t fight it, already so fragile, so ready for him.

“You gonna take me, bella?” he mumbled, his voice shaky, his breathing uneven, “Do you want this? Because I swear, I’ll not stop until your legs are quivering and every person within ten miles is well aware of my name.”

“Y-yes” you mumbled instantly, because you didn’t have any strength to say anything more or to deny him anything he wanted.

He tensed his jaw and turned your head to the side to meet his with the hand that was holding your throat, kissing you once, roughly but possessively. You felt him palming himself behind you with the hand that had been on your hip, bucking into his own touch.

When you pulled away his eyes were so dark and heavy-lidded, so full of lust that it took you off guard but you didn’t have time to process it before he was forcing you into position to take him, bending you over the banister slightly, shoving the satiny fabric up to your waist in irritation as he aligned himself with your soaking entrance.

You were about to softly beg for him, already a whimpering mess under his touch but he was restless and with one swift move he filled you completely, stretching your walls to accommodate for how thick and hard he was. You groaned a little but bit your lip to keep quiet, tears pooling in your eyes as he started to move, slowly, stroking down your back and shifting his hips into a steady pace. At first he was slow, his movements languid and torturous as he adjusted to how wonderful it felt, draping his back over you to get closer and deeper.

He felt so big from the angle and you felt ridiculously close already, your fingers gripping tightly to the railing to steady yourself, his teasing, the way he smelt, the deepness of his voice always enough to have you dripping for him, begging for more. But he insisted it was all you, his love drunk groans loud enough to make your stomach knot in nervousness.

“Cazzo, bella, your cunt feel so tight and warm, so hot and wet for me.”

“Santi…” you sighed, shaking, “Shhh…”

But he was relentless and pulled you up against him by the neck in response, cupping your throat again to hold you against his chest, using all the strength he had to keep you where he wanted you. He adjusted his position a little so that he was thrusting up into you and you relaxed against him as he pounded into you, the fabric of your kimono already soaked with sweat. 

It felt so good. Too good.

You squeezed your eyes shut and pleaded with yourself to hold on, knew he couldn’t be far away from how loud he was panting against your ear. You were so aware of how wet you were and how wet you sounded every time he met you with a particularly hard thrust, a rhythm enviable of the way he played his guitar on the fastest riffs. It was somewhere between your legs beginning to shake and wondering if you’d ever fucked with a view this beautiful, that you were groaning again and bit your lip when you realized, tried to clamp your mouth with your hand, so embarrassed by how bad he had you needing him. 

“Wanna hear you, principessa” he stated, tearing your hand away like an impulse, quickening his pace like a threat,“Want everybody to know who’s fucking you so good…”

Your knees knocked against the railing, the noise not loud but inherently obvious and he thrust deeply up into you, challenging you to moan for him. And you did, couldn’t help it, far from quiet whimpers from the pair of you echoing from the balcony.

You felt the build of your orgasm rising to an uncontrollable high, the need to let go overwhelming, your walls beginning to flutter as he slid in and out of you with intensity.

“Baby- I…”

“I know, bella” he mumbled, because of course he did, and a second later he’d found your clit again, flicking it hard and fast, coaxing you to let go for him, “Bella, I’m gonna cum for you now…” he drawled, his announcement punctuated by the way he was fucking you and then you felt him slow his movements, throbbing inside you, pressing hard against your clit after hovering there for a moment.

And then it was too much - for both of you.

He groaned obscenely against your ear and you followed suit, your lips trembling as you cried out his name, his hips jolting at how wonderful it sounded. You felt his release coating you, his cock twitching as his lips fell wide, his eyelids closed tightly as he fought to keep you upright and close to him. He was right - your legs were definitely quivering and you knew that most of the hotel guests knew his name now, if they didn’t before.

You panted as you came down, his lips re-attaching themselves to your neck out of sheer euphoria. He was always needy, especially when he’d fucked you so good and as he slipped out of you, you sighed, smiling. There was no regard for how on view you both were, how exposed you were, you were solely fueled by the desire that you both had for each other 

“I love you, bella…” he mumbled breathlessly, admiring you and the sky as he wrapped his strong arms around you again, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I love you, Santino” you replied, and let him drag you back to the bedroom, where he gently scooped you into his arms and placed onto the bed.

“You were saying that you wanted to ask me about something” you said when he crawled onto the bed right next to you.

“Yes, bella… Provence is making me more romantic than I usually am” you giggled at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “We’re spending so much time together, principessa, I thought maybe it’s time for you to move into my place.”

Your breath hitched into your throat and you moved to the side, so you could have a good look at him. He wasn’t joking at all, he was almost dead serious, his brows raised a little and he was waiting for any kind of answer that could possibly fall from your lips.

“I… Santino… I think yes” you blurted out after few seconds of staring at him with your mouth agape.

“Perfetto, bella” he cupped the side of your mouth, before scooting closer, so he could kiss you deeply, “should I go down to the cellar for some champagne?”

“Let’s get few good hours of sleep firstly” you draped yourself over his naked chest, resting your head near his neck, “I love you Santi.”

“Ti amo, bella.”

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Dead as dead can be: Part Two

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven

Well I must admit... it’s been a really hot minute since I posted the first chapter. But but but! I was really kindly asked by few people to update this fic sooner, so here we go. We all are in Hell together!

SUMMARY: Adrienne teases and uses Constantine again after he regains his consciousness. Words: 2184; Warnings: smut (masturbation, blow-job), some blood drinking too;

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“Constantine…” her sultry voice filled his whole head, the unpleasant sinking feeling still overwhelming his whole body, the weight on his chest hasn’t moved an inch. The darkness around him was too consuming, surprisingly too pleasant and he’d much rather stay like that forever, than wake up and face the reality, “Constantine… wake up” he could feel her claws digging into the flesh of his neck, probably leaving another set of harsh marks, like he didn’t had enough of those already.

“Adrienne…” he gasped, his body jolting back into reality, eyes blinking, the unpleasant brightness of her room making him gasp once again.

She was sitting on top of him, straddling his hips, her hand brushing through his hair, “Constantine” her voice seemed louder now, like her lips were closer to his ear, almost brushing against his earlobe.

When he felt her hand creeping downwards from his chest he suddenly moved to sitting position, clasping her both wrists with his hands, “What do you think you’re doing?!” He hissed through his gritted teeth. Adrienne just laughed almost soundlessly, feeling the tight grip of his hands set her into a playful mood.

“All of those things I didn’t had the chance to do to you yesterday…” she purred, raising her eyebrow at him. He gasped out loud, feeling how the blood in his body raced south, where she grinded against him, her hips slowly moving from side to side.

He gripped her wrists tighter and she moaned, the filthy sound exploding in his ears. Her raven hair was loosely falling onto her bare shoulders, her breasts were threatening to spill from the tight crimson corset she was wearing and the flimsy panties she had on were failing in shielding her now wet cunt from the bulge that grew in Constantine’s pants.

“Don’t…” he managed to breath out before he’s again under her spell and he let’s go of her wrists. Adrienne pressed one hand to his bare chest, then began to slowly shift it downwards, her nails teasing his skin.

“Oh, I do…” she teases him, her other hand wrapped around his throat now, giving it a little squeeze, “Bloody hell, Jonathan, you don’t understand just how long I’ve wanted to do this…” Adrienne purred, gripping Constantine’s hair and pulling his head back, tilting it forcefully, John let out a silent gasp, the sound only became strangled as she moved her head down to bite his neck harshly, sinking her teeth into John’s throat deep enough to draw blood, but she pulled away when she tasted the metallic and coppery flavor of the thick red liquid, now trickling down her chin and Constantine’s neck.

“You gonna regret this, I fucking promise you…” he growled through his gritted teeth, his jaw tense, eyes focused on her.

“Perhaps we should stop at the fucking part, baby” she licked the spot on his neck where she bit him, the sound of her moan vibrating on his skin.

“I came here to discuss that fucking letter…” Constantine mumbled out, feeling how her lips were leaving little pin pricks all over his throat. His hand squeezed her hip and she moaned closely to his ear.

“You will come again, soon, I am more than sure about it.”

The woman had him wrapped around her finger once again, strandled under her on her own bed, hopeless and weak, with his delicious chest exposed, the shirt he had on too bloody from her previous teasings to wear it again. The I.V. she ordered quickly helped him feel more alive than he already was and she could feel it now, his cock betraying him again.

“Tell me you want me, John…” Adrienne mumbled out looking up at him, her sharp fangs still visible, “...tell me you want me and you can have my however you want me…” she rolled her hips into his again, receiving a guttural moan as a response.

“What’s the point of it then if I won’t remember anything afterwards?” He pressed his mouth close to her ear, his hot breath tickling her cold skin, “I can see the marks on my body, thanks to your ceiling mirror” he looked upwards and their gazes met through the polished surface, the lustful stare of her darkened pupils too primal, too wild and he was in too deep to turn back now. His skin was covered in lovebites mixing with actual bitemarks, mixing with imprints of her red lipstick, “but maybe I’d like to know how I got them, you see?”

“I had some fun with you last night” she giggled a little, the pair of sharp fangs hanging over her rouged lips a dreadful opposition to the playful sound that just left her mouth.

John gently traced her lips with his thumb and she pricked it with her fang, before letting it slip past her lips, then sucking on it lighty, making him groan, “I think I get what ‘fun’ means in your dictionary, little evil mistress.”

“Keep calling me that, Constantine, and I’d let you fuck me” he growled upon hearing her words, feeling how his pants slowly begin to fail at taming his raging erection, “I can feel that you’re quite desperate…”

“Evil mistress” he blurted out again and she grinned widely. Then she wrapped her both hands around his throat and he let out a choked moan.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” Her vicious tongue licked across his neck, leaving a wet path all the way up to his jaw line. Her nails raked through the skin of his chest and he whimpered, another moan leaving his mouth when she wiggled her hips faster this time, his throbbing erection strained by the fabric of his pants brushing against her still clothed cunt again and again.

“Be a good boy, baby” she squeezed his neck again and he fell back onto the bed, inhaling air sharply.

He sighed out with relief when she reached into his pants, started massaging his already semi-hard length through the fabric of his underwear, dipping forward to attach her lips to his neck, sucking gently on his skin the way that was driving him absolutely insane, right below his ear, like she knew the soft spot that weakened his knees and hardened his cock

Constantine arched his neck to the side to give her better access and she brought her hand to the back of his head, angling it slightly so he could reach better, suckling, kissing at his neck, adding more to the previous marks she left there.

“O-oh, fuck…” he sighed, his hips once again stirring upwards, “P-Please…”

She hummed, biting down lightly on his neck, deciding not to tease him too much, reaching into his underwear to pull out his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and starting to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way he moaned instantly, bucked his hips upwards. She let her tongue wander across the skin of his neck, soothing all of the new bitemarks.

“Oh, for fuc-… Adrienne, please…”

She smiled against his skin, her fangs still out and in full of their spiky glory, pricking his neck a little, before she started to move her hand faster, her fingers wrapped tightly around him as she pumped him, his little breaths and moans encouraging her, fuelling her already blown out ego. His Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard and she trailed her mouth downwards, sucking lightly at his throat, but don’t really biting him, just teasing a little, his heavy breath, the way she was slowly making him come undone, slowly making him weak staring to get to her and she pressed her legs together, the dull throbbing between her thighs becoming more and more prominent.

“My little evil mistress, I need-…”

She hummed loudly, “Mmmm, you need what, baby?” Adrienne whispered, lifting her head to look back at him, meeting his gaze, his eyes wide, begging her silently, “Do you want me to put my mouth on you, Constantine? Again?”

He swallowed hard again, his breath shaky as he exhaled, “F-Fuck, yes…” he stuttered, “Adrienne… please.”

“Oh… since you asked so nicely.”

He nodded eagerly, pressing his lips together, his eyes fluttering shut when she tugged on his hair again, then she shuffled backwards and bent forward and she gave him a few more pumps before opening her mouth and letting him sink past her lips, tight and soft around him and she pressed her tongue flat to the underside of his cock, holding her breath when she felt his hips buck forward again slightly, allowing him to push into the back of her throat, swallowing hard around him.

A strangled moan fell from his lips, his breathing now shallow and quick, “Oh, Adrienne, you’re so fu-…” Constantine drawled, his voice instantly trailing off into another moan as she swirled her tongue around him, gasping when she lifted her head and took a breath, only to tease him, but still not letting him slide of her mouth completely, suckling on the tip greedily while pumping the base of his cock with her clawed hand.

“Tell me, baby, I am what?” She asked teasingly, drawing little circles into the swollen tip of his cock.

His chest was rising and falling quickly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and she looked up at him, his eyes instantly meeting hers, wide and focused on watching her every move carefully.

“Evil” he breathed out, “You’re fucking evil.”

“But I know you love the evil in me” she winked at him, before closing her eyes and taking all of him into her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks, then starting to suck him properly, steadying herself on his thigh with her other hand. He was breathing unevenly, praises rolling off his tongue continuously, his voice deeper and she could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, moaning around him and sending vibrations up his body. He threw his head back with a soft sigh, his eyes shut tightly.

“You’re so fucking good at it… you should be giving other girls lessons on how to suck cock properly…”

She took him all the way into her mouth again, past her rouged lips pressed tightly to him to create more friction until she felt his tip at the back of her throat again, swallowing around him and holding him there for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat and she whimpered as he pulled her up by the hair, breathing out shakily.

Adrienne looked back at him with wide eyes, growling through her gritted teeth, “Baby?”

“Don’t want to… f-fuck, I … I want to be inside y-you…”

Her lips curled into a smile and she reached out to brush her fingers through his hair again, “How do you want me, baby?”

Constantine swallowed hard, “F-fuck, Adrienne, I want you on top of me…” he drawled, biting his lip. “Want to watch you ride me…”

She smirked, leaning in to press a soft peck to his lips, the look on his face priceless when she drew back to slide of the bed. His eyes were blown wide when he watched her shuffle out of her corset, his face raw red and before she could even step out of her flimsy underwear, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her eagerly back onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around her, lips on hers in no time, hungry, desperate, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth and she parted her lips, moaning quietly.

“Mmm, want to do it your way, baby?”

“You’re so fucking hot… and evil, I need you so bad…” he sighed against her lips, kissing her deeply, his grabby hands toying with her breasts, giving her nipples a little squeeze.

She ran her fingers through his hair again, rolling her hips against his, his hard cock brushing right up against her clit and she moaned into his mouth, breathing shakily as she began to slowly grind on him again.

He moaned, biting her lip teasingly, shifting to adjust her position. His hands on her breasts, his lips eagerly on hers, kissing her passionately as his fingertips toyed with her hard nipples.

Adrienne leaned forward, pressed her body against his, his hands warm and rough against her skin and she moaned, “Mmmm, Constantine…” Adrienne whined, rolling her hips into his again, crying out quietly, her mind clouded with lust, desperate to feel more, feel him inside her.

He broke the kiss, looking back at her with a lustful gaze, “You’re so fucking hot…”

She raised her eyebrow at him, looking down and sitting up to push herself to her knees, a soft gasp escaping his lips when she gripped his cock again, angling her hips just right and pushing her underwear aside, positioning his tip against her entrance.

He breathed out shakily, forced his eyes open to look back at her, halting all of his movements, “You think you can handle this, baby?” She looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow, before he let out a shaky breath and nodded eagerly few times.

“I’m all yours, evil mistress…”

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Monster Sneak Peek! (Monster Roommate AU)

To prove that this fic isn't dead heres a sneak peek at the next chapter for the monster roommate au! This chapter is proving to be LONG but this first half was a blast to write. To recap Leech had gone missing and Penny had to ask for some help. He wasnt happy about it.

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A screech echoed though the old barn of the former Hanlon sheep farm. Leech glanced furiously around the stall she was in. A moment ago she was full and happy then suddenly a cloth was pressed to her mouth and a bag over her head.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THE IDIOT THAT CHLOROFORMED ME!!” The vampire roared “CAUSE I’D LIKE TO KNOW WHO’S HEAD I’M RIPPING OFF FIRST!”

Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and she tried to charge with supernatural speed but felt a chain attached to her neck snap tight. The nosferatu snapped her jaws in frustration.

“Ok guys get everything ready make sure the cameras are rolling and somebody wake up Chris” Zander shouted as he approached the struggling vampire.

“Don't worry we’re going to help you.”

“BITCH THE ONLY HELP I NEED IS FINDING SPACE TO STORE YOUR LEFTOVERS!!” She snapped.

The ghost hunter pulled a cross from his coat and held it out at the nosferatu who began to hiss loud and sweat. He quickly put it away at her reaction.

“She's possessed all right, did you see how much she recoiled in terror? this is definitely a powerful demon were dealing with here”

“Demon?! Motherfucker I'm friends with demons, you wouldn't know a demon if it came up and bit you in the ass.” Leech spat and pulled on her chain.

“Note the foul language and denial. The creature that has ahold of her is definitely scared and trying to protect its self.”

“Protect myself from what? This shit show excuse of a reality tv exorcism? Tell ya what, if you free my hands i’ll spew pea soup at big boy over there and speak latin backwards. These shackles are tight as fuck can’t a girl get a little comfort?”

“Gosh its foul mouthed.” the bigger ghost hunter said to the team.

“Yeah thats how they are bro it's definitely going to try to provoke us. Whatever you do don't engage.” Zander said to his team mate while placing different items on a table

“You started it.” Leech mumbled. “What are those?”

“We're going to force you out of this poor girl.”

“AH! So its to be torture! I can cope with torture.” Leech flashed a cocky grin and wiggled her eyebrows expectantly.

“Did you…. steal that line from Princess Bride?” the bigger ghost hunter Rick asked her.

“Eeeyyy! Someone finally gets my references! And to think I was gonna eat this guy first!”

“RICK don't engage it!” Zander hissed

“Found our villain! Now tell me do you have six fingers on your left hand or am I gonna be calling you Humperdink”

“I think it was the right hand” Rick interjected

“Huh no shi-OW FUCK JESUS CHRIST!!!” Leech screamed as holy water was flung at her face by the lead ghost hunter. A cluster of painful burns began to bubble on her skin where the water had landed. “RUDE!”

“Silence demon!”

“I’M NOT A DEMON! GOD you are like the biggest edge lord! What’s next? You gonna start shouting bible verses too like they do in the movies?” she snarled as Chris walked in the room.

“Z I had the weirdest fucking dream.”

“Not now bro we’re doing the exorcism.”

“Yeah poorly. Bet you dickbags got all your training from bad horror movies and porn parodies.”

“Sheesh that thing is nasty” Chris winced

“Demon Dick 5?” the Rick asked as his companions glared at him in shock and annoyance.

“One of my favorites Rick. I like this guy have him do the exorcism!”

“We've already wasted enough time!” Zander shouted and picked up a book from the table he began to read a passage and Leech dramatically pretended to hiss and writhe her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Hahaha Man oh man if Phil could hear you guys talking about him like this he'd be laughing with me just as hard! Shit wait somebody text him for me!”

“Why would we do that? Also who's phil?”

“Oh right, Phil is Satan we used to play poker together before my boyfriend banned it from the house. Not my doing for once lets get that clear.”

“Don't listen to a word its saying guys”

“Aw come on Humperdink let me just text my buddy once” her eyes flashed white over in Rick’s direction before being splashed with holy water once again. The nosferatu’s skin sizzled and steam rose from her burns. “J-just….text…LOL getting… a half assed….exorcism…hit send…. mph there.”

Chris glanced over to Rick who’s eyes had rolled up into his head he was holding her cellphone which just buzzed with a notification. “RICK SNAP OUT OF IT!” he shouted and turned to the grinning vampire pelting a rock at her face. “LET HIM GO”

Leech spat as the stone broke her nose and looked back up sticking her tongue out through the black ichor dripping down her face.

“CHRIS! Control yourself!” Zander shouted and Leech winked back at the two.

“Read it Ricky!” she smirked.

“I-it says R-O-F-L cant be there, at yoga getting this ass….its a picture of a goat and a woman’s back side” Rick’s eyes rolled back down and Leech vomited a small amount of black goo onto the barn floor. “Phew that took more out of me than I thought” she muttered and panted.

“RICK!”

“I'm sorry she did something to my head!”

“Ok but can you at least show the picture though?” the vampire asked looking up from her now bruising eye and nose.

“NO!” the other two ghost hunters turned and shouted.

“OH COME ON! I wanna see that booty”

“WOW this thing is terrible!” Chris glanced over at Zander who was prepping to try another round of bible verses.

“I know bro this is one of the nastiest ones we've dealt with! This is pure evil we’re dealing with here.” The lead ghost hunter clapped his friend on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Aww I'm blushing! you really mean it?!” the vampire shouted to them

“Bro hand me my rosary.”

“What are those? Anal beads? So you HAVE seen Demon Dick 5!”

Zander got close and began to shout “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I COMMAND YOU TO GET OUT OF THIS WOMANS BODY”

“Hahaha that was totally a direct quote.” Leech laughed again but was cut short when the silver cross dangled in front of her face “FUCK GET IT AWAY!” She hissed and the ghost hunter dangled it closer to her. Leech could feel her skin burn with heat where it drew close. The ghost hunter threw another wave of holy water at her and she hissed in pain face turning skeletal for a second as her skin sizzled. “A-all right if were gonna get straight into the kinky stuff we should at least have a safe word. Mine’s usually Float.” she tried to joke through the pain. Her skin was on fire with the crucifix being so close.

“Z I don't think she's a demon” Rick said tugging on his leaders arm

“Rick I’ve been at this way longer than you I know a demon when I see one”

“Bullshit you're doing this all wrong. Plus Im not a demon I can prove it too if you hand me that orange.” Leech panted.

“I don't know Z this could be a trick” Chris said with worry.

“Look have you ever seen one do some of the shit she just did? Just hand her the orange”

“Fine Rick. Fine. We’ll humor you but if nothing happens we’re getting right back to the exorcism.”

Zander rolled the fruit over to the vampire who glared up at him from her knees “You gonna undo my hands so I can eat this?”

“No.”

“Weeeelllll fuck you then! So much for what’s left of my dignity.” she grumbled and bent down to the floor biting into the fruit as best she could to suck out the juice. “Ahm hoing to rerhet hiss ho huch…” she said while her fangs sunk in. Leech came up with a weak expression on her battered and burnt face looking nauseous and dizzy. “You're all gonna wanna stand back when I- HURK!” the vampire suddenly lurched forward and spewed out blood and guts onto the barn floor in an inhuman amount. She kept going for a solid five minutes until Leech was slumped over supported by the chain around her neck. “Huh, is that an engagement ring? Shit I need to chew my food.” she wheezed before emptying the rest of her stomach contents.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” all three ghost hunters screamed in unison.

“Yeah lets see Pazuzu pull that shit!” Leech grinned declaring victory before shouting at some unknown force in the ground “YOU HEAR THAT ZUZU? I JUST OUT WEIRDED YOU! WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW BITCH!? PEA SOUP GOT NOTHING ON ME!”

“Zander! If this is not a demon then what the hell is she bro?” Chris turned to his leader in a panic

“Nosferatu.” a vaguely familiar female voice said walking into the barn “What you're dealing with is a nosferatu.”

Leech sniffed the air and snarled in disgust.

“Fuck.”

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So thats what I got right now second half will be Pennywise’s embarrassing freakout. Lol Leech would be the type to get kidnapped and text her friend something stupid instead of calling for help. Hopefully Penny can get his idiot out of this cause she aint doing much for herself. 

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Cheer Up (Monster Roommate AU)

I saw that a lot of you lovely people have been going through a bit of a rough patch and frankly I had been too so I put this together. Leechie has a bad run in with some enemies and is feeling really insecure. Pennywise swoops in to cheer her up. Or he tries to at least. Penny’s method seems to be the old shake and yell but he puts in a lot of effort and its the thought that counts.

The young nosferatu pulled her beanie further over her bald head as she stomped through the sewer. Today had be a rough day, so much that she decided that she was just going to spend her entire evening doing nothing isolated from everyone. Best place to do that was in the sewer there was too much going on back in the house anyway with holidays.

The only issue was shed have to deal with her clown. A hurricane on crack was easier to deal with than he was. As she stepped into the cistern the circus cart dramatically fell open revealing said clown laying in his nest in the most over the top seductive pose possible A flower that looked unceremoniously yanked from the ground by the roots was clenched between his teeth. he had even torn open his shirt like that of a cheesy romance novel cover. If she wasn't in such an awful mood from earlier she would have burst out laughing but she did grin a little and shake her head “oh great and he's horny.” she thought to herself.

“Hiya gorgeous.” he said huskily wiggling his eyebrows. Leech rolled her eyes and slid her backpack onto the stage.

Pennywise frowned when he didn't get the reaction he wanted and sat up.

“Oh come on!” he pouted

“You look ridiculous” Leech said not looking at him,

“Fun wrecker. What’s put you in a mood hmm?”

Leech removed her beanie and jacket flopping back onto the nest “Work.” she grunted.

The clown settled next to her running a large hand over her torso and up her side. “Let ol Pennywise cheer you up then pet” he leaned down and kissed her temple but she was distant something else was going through her head. Leech rolled away from him and let the emotions she had been bottling the whole way home slowly release. Penny cocked his head to the side and sniffed her then he sat up. “Tell me.” he demanded.

“I’d rather not”

“You can either tell me or I’ll find out”

“What’s done is done Pen revenge wont make the damage better”

The clown growled growing angry at her stubborn self deprecating attitude. He grabbed her and pulled her back over onto her back in frustration only to pause when he saw the tears in her eyes, one of which was slightly bruised. He realized she came in without her wig or her uniform. The clown glanced over to see her hand was wrapped in a crude bandage and there were scratches starting from her ear to below her jaw. She’d been in a fight again.

“Who!”

“Pen-“

“WHO!”

“If I tell you you'll get me in even more trouble”

His eyes were furious red and yellow and he was snarling. She was being difficult with him and he would not have it. No one made his girl feel this way. He slammed two horrible claws next to her face and roared snapping his jaws. Leech didn't react beyond a sigh.

“Alright fine I got into a fight after work”

“You were attacked?”

“Well,….I was kinda the attacker” she looked off to the side.

“What did they do”

“Some girls from the sorority said some things. I punched one in the face while they were leaving.”

“And your hair?”

“I-“ tears pricked her eyes and shame stung at her face. “I didn't win the fight” she found that she couldn't hold the water works back and tried to cover her face in embarrassment.

“I was weak there were three of them and- god damnint I'm such a shitty vampire.” she sat up and hugged her knees covering her head with both arms. “I don't even know what you see in me, I cant even win a fight without getting the shit kicked out of me and robbed. Some shitty monster I turned out to be.” she sobbed into her jeans “I'm not worthy of being here”

“Cut it out Leech” Pennywise snarled.

“They were right, I'm a fucking ugly loser trying to act like I matter”

“Stop talking” he roughly tried to unwrap her but she hissed and yanked him off.

“I should have just stayed dead”

“THATS ENOUGH” the clown roared. He yanked her up to a standing position not caring if he was being too rough. “LOOK AT ME” he yelled. “It seems like you need to be reminded of your place in the hierarchy on this miserable floating rock”

“P-Pen”

“SILENCE” he boomed causing the vampire to cry and whimper more. “It goes me, you, the dirt and everyone else you got that?! The only person above you is me, no one else!” he grabbed her throat and pulled her tear soaked face towards him. “You got that Leech?” tears flooded down her face and fear radiated off her for once in his life Penny didn't like the smell of it.

“Stupid girl” he snarled and pulled her against him. He felt her cold tears on his bear skin and he squeezed her tighter. “Well make them pay little one they’ll learn their place.” he mumbled. Pennywise sat her down and held her, letting her slip her hands in the hole he had torn in the chest of his costume earlier. Comforting wasn't his forte, but it helped to have someone hold on to her while she let it all out.

After a few minutes her scent began to sweeten again and he felt a soft kiss on his chest where his pectorals would be. “Thanks” was all she whispered.

“Hmph trouble maker” he teased “Always biting off more than you can chew.” he kissed the top of her head and a wave of relief washed over him when she finally smiled.

“Theres my girl” he smirked. “Now let Pennywise take care of those tears little one” he licked the salt off her face Leech sighed and giggled as his hands cupped her jaw his fingers teasing her sensitive ears. “Thats more like it.” he purred against her skin. He used his warm purrs to sooth her, his long arms locking her too him until he was sure the last of the sadness was gone from her. The clown hated seeing his mate upset like this especially the feeling of powerlessness that came with it. “My beautiful perfect mate. Penny loves you never forget it.” he whispered to her. Leech’s sweet smell flooded Pennywise’s nose, the bitter smell of sadness dissipating off of her replaced with love and adoration for him. “What would I do without you.” she sighed dreamily up at him. The clown gave her a cocky grin and kissed her softly. Penny pushed a hand up her shirt Leech winced when he touched a large fresh bruise on her side. He frowned at the new injury pulling her shirt off to inspect it. “I uh…I got kicked a little” she said sheepishly.  

“So many things for me to fix. Don't worry Pennywise will find them all and make it better.” he chuckled and attacked her neck, kissing and sucking the scratches as her blissful giggles echoed through out the frozen sewer.

It was a relatively slow beginning to her shift, Leech slung a wash rag over her shoulder and filled another glass from the tap sliding it down to a couple of truck drivers. She was sneaking glances over to them wondering if she should bring one to the back. They were running low on rib meat after all. The one that looked like a lumberjack seemed particularly tasty, muscular but slightly chubby, a good mix of the two. Just as she was going to make a move and talk to the group Chop Top sent Sandy over to them to charm one of them to the back. The wig wearing hippy looked at her and pointed at some dirty glasses by the sink. Sidelined for the pretty girl once again. She sighed ego taking a hit. Leech tossed her wash cloth to the side and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. “I’m taking my ten minutes” she growled eyes narrowing when Sandy went for the thinner leaner of the truckers instead of the chubby lumberjack. “Idiot theres not enough fat in the meat for a good marbling you cant just pick the most attractive one.” she grumbled as she passed Leatherface in the kitchen. The giant grunted while sharpening a butchers knife. “Stupid pretty bitch. Drayton just hired her because she has tits.”

“She also has hair and a pleasant personality princess”

Leech spun around to find the elder Sawyer brother glaring at her. “Heard you were starting some trouble yesterday. Wheres your wig girl?”

“I- I lost it.” she couldn't tell him she punched a customer in the face even though the bitches started it.

“Well find it so you can work girl. And hurry back! We got a few more in and you got a better eye for choice stock than Sandy! ”

Leatherface slammed the meat cleaver into the cutting board and glared at his brother

“Ah hell Bubba I’m just going off the facts. She's better at luring when she doesn't look diseased. I know your fond of the vampire but Sandy is better at bringing them in”

The giant huffed and continued chopping meat. Leech had paused at the door hearing the whole thing, some tears stung her eyes as she left the building. The vampire lit a cigarette and shakily let out a breath of smoke trying not to cry. She wasn't succeeding.

After crushing out the butt of her smoke and silently crying to herself for a few extra minutes she heard Chop Top bang on the door telling her to come back in. “GIVE ME A MINUTE” she yelled wiping her face and collecting herself. She pulled her beanie on tighter trying to hide her big ears and bald head.

Leech’s dead heart sank when she saw the three more werewolf sisters sitting at the bar. Fantastic. She walked over to the dirty glasses and grabbed her towel beginning to clean while trying to ignore the girls as long as possible.

“HEY BALDIE” well that was brief.

“Oh sorry didn't see you there…” she tried to be cheerful pretending yesterday didn't happen.

“Sandy said we get free drinks since were sisters! Start pouring bitch.”

Leech sighed deeply her ego getting beaten even more. “What’ll it be then”

“Mojitos!” they all laughed knowing it was a tedious drink to make. Leech sighed again. “And hurry up we’re thirsty!” the dark haired girl called out.

When she finally finished mixing the drinks she passed them down to the girls and turned back to her dishes. She wished she could disappear and go home.

“Barkeep!” she heard a man call behind her. Leech snarled ready to snap at him. She spun around in fury “WHAT?” she shouted but cut herself short when she saw the well dressed man dreamily looking at her over the counter “P-Pen?” she silently gasped. He flashed golden eyes and winked at her.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed.

“Came to get a drink” he smiled.

“Since when do you drink.” she leaned against the bar. “Your’e not going to pull anything are you?” she glared

“Me? Cause trouble?”

“I’m on thin ice already” she stepped back and pulled the towel off her shoulder.

“Then you better keep that temper in check firecracker.” he stared intently at her still puffy eyes and her nervous glances at the girls in the booth. “Well? Aren't you going to take my order dear?”

“Let me guess something overly sweet.”

“Whiskey”

She gave him a surprised look and Robert smirked. “The clown has the sweet tooth. I tend enjoy something a bit stronger. Top shelf, surprise me.” he grinned a slight blush crept on a vampires cheeks. “uh… oh um, let me- just I’ll Uh….I’ll get you some good shit” she turned around trying to hide her flustered face not realizing her audible swoon. Leech always had a weak spot for men who appreciated quality booze. Robert chuckled when he heard her.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That noise you just made”

“I-I um it was nothing”

Robert sat back with a smug look on his face. He glanced over at the booth with the sorority werewolves who were staring at the exchange with jealousy. An even more smug grin grew on his face. He turned back to his bartender and snorted a bit when he saw her hopping up and down trying to reach the bottle on the top shelf while her other hand held her beanie onto her head. “Having trouble?” she spun around face dark in embarrassment. He found it adorable.

“I-I can get it sorry hold on! D-don’t laugh at me.”

Laughter came from the girls at the booth. Leech glanced over at them  awkwardly and winced a bit taking the emotional blow. She swallowed her pain and left to grab a stool. Gray snapped his head over to the women threatening growl rumbled in his chest. Leech finally grabbed the bottle and poured it into a glass sliding it over to him, he caught her hand and held on for a moment before letting her go in an attempt to bring her attention back to him. He wasn’t going to let these bitches steal their moment. Robert took a large gulp of the honey colored liquid and forced it down his throat one eye rolling up and out of alignment as he shook his head slightly. “Its good” he wheezed. Leech laughed. He wasn't actually a whiskey drinker at all.

“Do you even know what I gave you?” she teased.

“Scotch” he said trying to be confident

“That was bourbon”

“Well yeah I knew that just making sure you did.” he glared and pouted.

“You're supposed to sip it.” she chuckled grabbing a few mixers and bottles. “You don't have to do that to impress me Pen-Robert.” she tossed a bottle into the air catching it in her shaker. “Just having you here has been enough” she took his glass and finished his drink for him enjoying the rare treat of her favorite beverage. “Why are you here anyway be honest.” she said as she began making a new drink.

“Teaching some dogs a lesson.”

“You cant kill them Pen I'm on thin ice right now for just punching one after hours. You're gonna get me fired.”

“Fine, I can distract you though” he grinned and glanced over at the women glaring at them. For the first time that night Leech genuinely smiled. “See? Its working!” he winked at her. She poured the new drink out and added some frilly garnishes to it feeling warmth despite her skin being cold and dead. “Here you'll like this better. Its on the house as a um..thank you.” she slid the cold red drink into his large hand. He looked a bit ridiculous with the overly sweet frilly drink, sucking on a silly bendy straw but he seemed to like the taste much better than the hard liquor. “StrAwBerrIEs!” his goofy voice broke through and the vampire practically melted. Leech threw the towel over her shoulder with new confidence and went over to refill the truckers drinks “Its called a daiquiri!” she yelled back to him.

Robert grinned at her as her stood and straightened his coat. Back to business. He walked over to the table of werewolf girls. “Good evening ladies” he began.

“Well hey there handsome glad to see you were finally able to break away from that diseased looking freak and meet some real women.”

Robert's eye twitched and drifted out of alignment for a brief second.

“That’s actually what I came to talk about she's missing something, heard you lovely girls might know something about that”

“What are you her boyfriend or something?”

“And if I am?”

“Should have known you were the clown, the bloodsucker deserves it after what she did to our friend.”

“Yeah and for the other time she nearly killed Danielle!”

“Don't forget when she egged Janet’s car and lit our lawn on fire.”

“The bitch burned a Batman symbol into our grass.”

Robert looked over at his mate and rolled his eyes. He sighed sounds just like her.  “Do I look like I care what my mate does to lesser beings? You've hurt her and I will kill each and every one of you unless you give me back whats her’s.”

“You can’t do shit clown. Sandy says she’ll be fired if she causes one more fight.”

“Face it you lost, go crawl back into your sewer!”

Robert's eyes were absolutely demonic he looked over at his mate who was making small talk with the truckers and back at the werewolves. He huffed and made his way back to the bar slipping behind the counter to grab Leech. He  pulled her away and into his arms angry rumbles vibrating in his chest. “HEY! no customers behind the counter!” she scolded him. Robert growled and began pulling her toward the kitchen doors. “Alright your eyes are terrifying right now, what set you off?”

“How much do you need this job” he snarled.

“Do not!”

“They need to be taught Leech!”

“Pen, please for me.”

He shut his eyes tightly and frowned. “As soon as they leave then.”

“Theres no fighting you on this is there?” Leech rubbed her temples “Alright at least leave them alive”

“Can I break their limbs?”

“Fingers only”

“You're no fun”

“Go sit down. I take my dinner break in a few minutes we can discuss this more over a meal, I'm thinking large and meaty over there in the red”

Robert glanced over at the truckers

“You sure you'll be able to handle that by yourself?” he chuckled patting her theatrically on the head

“I-I’ll be fine”

“I’ll be watching little one”

She was able to work surprisingly quick spilling a drink on her target and apologizing profusely the large muscular man rose up and towered over the small vampire. She swallowed hard and grabbed a towel leading him to the “restroom”

“I’m so so sorry sir is there anything I can do to make up for this?” she begged and opened the door to the mens room for him. She glanced over at her beloved clown and winked licking her fangs with her tongue. He glared at her despite knowing that she was going to dispatch her prey as soon as the door shut behind them.

“Hmph not interested in you”

“Uh how about a free round of drinks after you clean up then?” she tried pushing him through the door.

“Why don't you get your little waitress friend to come over here and then well talk”

Leech's eye twitched. “FINE I will go and fetch the pretty one”

“Woah you got some real insecurities doll”

“You think?? Look at my fucking head I'm bald and diseased looking as shit! I'm terrible at this. I don't even know what my boyfriend sees in me because I suck at being what I am while he's like a god at it. I’m just an ugly nobody who cant do anything right!”

“Uh why are you telling me all this?”

“I don't know buddy I’ve just had a horrible past couple days bear with me here”

“Look lady I'm just gonna go….”

“Yeah…yeah ok whatever I don't care anymore”

Robert sighed getting up from his seat Leatherface had poked his head out of the kitchen when he heard the outburst and the disguised clown gave him a nod as he pushed his mate outside away from all the commotion.

“Rob what are yo-“

He silenced her quickly by holding her cheeks and kissing her. “You need to stop this”

“I’m fine”

“That was not fine” he glared at her “Remember what I told you Leech”

“I know, I know you, me, everyone else is dirt”

“Then why are you treating yourself like the dirt hmm?” his thumb wiped a small tear off her cheek.

“Cant help it”

“You're leaving work early today understand?”

“Pen I cant I'm already in trouble”

“No, get your stuff dear”

“There’s no fighting you is there”

He hugged her tight kissing her on top of her head “Nope!”

“Let me go in and tell everyone I'm not feeling well then so we can get out of here.”

“Don't keep me waiting gorgeous.” he grinned.

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Leech went to grab her bag from under the bar convincing chop top to take over for her. Luckily he agreed that she needed a break since she’d been working hard to earn some extra cash for the holidays. The nosferatu began making her way out to the back exit when one of the girls stopped her pulling her towards the main entrance of the building.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Payback bitch.”

“For what you already beat me?”

“Like you actually learned your lesson fangs.”

“Look mutt you touch me again and I wont hesitate to defend myself.”

“Then do it what are you so scared of?”

“I…..I need this job ok” Leech pushed pass them and out the door trying to keep her temper in check. They were baiting her and she knew if she took it she’d just be humiliated and jobless. Sandy would say she struck first and it'd be all over.

“Coward” the werewolf spat. “Go home and cry to your circus freak baldy.”

Leech froze. “I am not a coward”

“Then prove it”

She spun around and her bones cracked and fingers dislocated morphing into claws as she flexed them she was prepared to beat someone to death with her fist if she had to. She charged with a snarl something grabbed her and yanked her back. Robert pushed her behind him.

“Call her that again and I’ll break every bone in your body.” he said still holding the frenzied vampire.

“LET ME TEAR HER THROAT OUT PLEASE PEN!” Leech screeched like a  possessed banshee her voice was distorted and demonic, the bones in her arms and shoulders cracked in and out of place. The disguised clown recognized the start of a uncontrolled frenzy and pulled her against him tight.

“We’ll be in touch” he snarled and they faded away into fog.

They reappeared in the middle of the street Leech broke out of his arms and charged forward screeching and eventually flat out roaring, nearly going into full monster form while slashing the air in frustration before falling to her knees. Her elongated twisted arms dropped to the side the razor sharp claws clacked against the pavement.

“You done?”

“Yeah. I'm done” she said silently half to herself. She felt Robert reach behind her and drag her up to her feet her bones cracked back into their normal place and size. “Are we feeling better?” he asked turning her in his arm so she could look at his face.

“A little….not really”

“Would you like to help me do something about that?” he grinned at her wickedly.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Why don't we cause some trouble hm?”

“Well..... that is my speciality.”

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He dragged her into a drug store and grabbed a few cans of portable gasoline tossing one to Leech and grinning. She cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“The lovely ladies in the corner told me all about the bat symbol in their lawn thought we’d give them a repeat performance”

“Ok one I was drunk and two…..I…. get the big can.”

They filled a few bags with supplies Robert made an illusion of them never even being there and they disappeared out the door.

They reappeared outside the werewolf sorority all dolled up with christmas decorations. The vampire grinned at the clown who had resumed his usual form and was holding out a carton of eggs to her. “You do the honors love” he giggled. Leech grabbed two eggs “Music.” she said and Penny snapped his fingers the radio on the car in the driveway sprung to life playing her the perfect song to ransack a house to. The guitar began trudging along Leech juggled the two eggs and as the Beastie Boys Sabotage began to yell through the speakers the vampire chucked them onto the windshield of the fancy BMW. They covered the entire car with eggs, colorful rolls of paper, pies, silly string and crude scratched in drawings. Leech crawled up onto the roof and rearranged the reindeer into an orgy scene and Penny painted a threatening message in floating blood on their garage door. He then proceeded to kill every plant in their garden save for the pine tree done up like christmas in the front yard. Leech had that one covered in the gasoline and below it fireworks.

She pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette standing side by side with the clown. They both looked at each other and each pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Leech flicked the cigarette and they covered their ears together as it landed on a fuse that exploded fireworks onto the gas covered tree at the climax of the song. The vampire stood in front of the inferno with a look of delight on her face while the music ended. Penny tied a single balloon to their mailbox before turning to his mate twirling her around and bringing her close to him. He snapped his fingers again and new music began to play from the debauched convertible.

“I still wish you'd let me kill them but this will have to do” he growled and twirled her again pressing her back to his chest. He ran his hands down her torso and Leech surprised him by twirling away when he got too close.

“Well well well look who's been practicing!” the clown purred with delight pulling her back into position. The nosferatu kicked and snaked her leg around him reaching up and dragging her hand down his cheek. “I did say I was going to catch up to you” she smirked and pushed his face away.  They danced in the fire light and when they heard the scream from the house the two stopped and laughed.

“Close your eyes love” he said quietly. Leech obeyed and felt him press his lips to her’s she felt a tug and everything shifted, sounds were gone replaced by a familiar dripping noise and there was no longer the scent of burning pine in the air. The clown grabbed his mates backside possessively while he kissed her, slipping his gloved hand down her pants to squeeze the cool soft flesh. “Float with me” he growled into her mouth Leech opened her eyes expecting to be in his lair. Which she was, she just didn't expect to be hovering at the top of it. “PENNY WHAT THE FUCK” she grabbed the clown tightly. “Scared of heights love?” He chuckled

“N-NO I'm just um I’ve never floated before”

“Just relax darling i think you'll enjoy this. After all we all float down here its about time you tried it”

“Ok but you're not going to do that deadlight thing right?”

“Not if you're good” he giggled. Leech sighed and buried the side of her face against him.

“I know you don't like hugs and cuddles but I need it right now.” the vampire mumbled while she nuzzled him. The clown rolled his eyes at her and fell backwards, Leech gasped slightly and clung to his costume. He held her to him as he floated on his back “turn around” he whispered excitedly the vampire twisted in her clowns arms so her head rested on his chest gazing upward through the metal grate at the night sky. Clouds parted and a crescent moon lit up the lair the floating bodies danced around them like a carousel.

“I was there when all those were created” the clown began gesturing at the starry sky “Saw the whole thing. Never thought they were all that special.”

“Wow so you're both a literal and figurative cradle robber then” Leech laughed Pennywise glared down at her squeezing her tight and biting her ear. “I'm trying to be nice Leechie!” he growled.

“Ok, ok! Sorry continue”

“ *ahem* Anyway, I'm glad I finally found something special about it.”

The vampire twisted around and rested her elbows on his chest. Pennywise’s golden eyes were staring right at her. “Pen- do you really mean that?”

“Every word my dear.”

Leech hugged her clown tight around his neck a few tears escaped her eyes.

“You know I think I feel a lot better now” she whispered.

“Good.” Penny said he snaked his hands down and squeezed her butt a couple times glancing over at her to gauge her reaction. Leech giggled against him. “Pervert!”

“Cant resist its just so squishy!” he gave her a playful slap while cackling.

“Do it again~” Leech purred. The clown let out a lustful rumble and squeezed her hard. She grabbed his ruffled collar pulling him in for a hungry kiss and Pennywise was more than happy to oblige.

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DAWWW he loves his spooky girlfriend. Also I love the idea of Robert trying really hard to be mysterious classy whiskey drinker guy but secretly hating it and preferring girly frilly drinks that are extra sweet. He’d totally get the chocolate mudslide with extra sprinkles, and way too much whipped cream  while still trying to look like a suave badass. Its ok Robbie you get what you like you precious bean.