#fic: the monster's name was adam

[the-bar-sinister]

I want to be clear that "The Monster's Name Was Adam" is on hiatus-- but is NOT dead. We are going to return to it.

However, (in addition to my focus being AceAt right now) we have realized there are some major structural issues to the fic that need to be addressed, so that's something we're working on in the background while we're not actively writing it.

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Between A Rock And A Hard Place

PS!Simon "Ghost" Riley X PS!John "Soap" MacTavish X PS!F!Reader

This was supposed to be easy. Easy That was a word that didn’t exist currently in Johnny’s vocabulary, not with the way his body was so tense. He’d known what the shoot entailed, hell this wasn’t his first rodeo.

thank you to everyone who voted for the poll! I'm very happy to say that I got a chance to reread the fic sooner than expected so you're getting it today instead of Sunday! warnings: THIS IS PURE SMUT, MDNI, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 feedback is appreciated!

This was supposed to be easy.

Easy

That was a word that didn’t exist currently in Johnny’s vocabulary, not with the way his body was so tense. He’d known what the shoot entailed, hell this wasn’t his first rodeo.

However, this wasn’t what he’d been expecting at the moment.

He could feel the way your cunt nearly choked his cock, your knees pressing into his ribs as he held your hips down to his own. Simon’s breath lingered over his neck, his hand wrapped tight around his throat.

How he hadn’t cum from that alone he was amazed. No, it was Simon nestling that monster of a cock inside they nearly caused him to tumble over the edge. At the moment he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Ha, puns.

“You’re gonna fuck her tight little pussy like a good boy.” Simon’s words sent a wave of pleasure through his spine, his cock hardening further inside of your warmth.

“Yes sir.” Johnny needed to keep his focus, needed to give you what you needed rather than what the camera wanted.

Pulling his hips back slowly Johnny couldn’t help the whimper that slipped through his lips. Simon’s cock pressed tight up against his prostate, eyes slipping closed, his grip tightened around your thighs. Everything felt as if it were moving in slow motion.

“‘As a good boy, go ahead and make her feel good.” Simon’s hands traced up along his stomach, god his skin was on fire.

“Thank you, sir.” Johnny swallowed thickly, the motion causing his Adam’s apple to press further against the grip Simon had on his throat.

Johnny's hips grinded deep against your own, his cock rubbing deliciously against your g-spot. He could feel the way your cunt tightened further around his cock, orgasm cresting as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your moans were always so pretty, breathy as your come coated his cock like the most delicious nectar

Simon roughly pulled Johnny's hips back against his own, his cock slamming into the shorter man. Johnny’s eyes screwed shut as he tried to starve off his own orgasm, hips slamming into your cunt once more.

Johnny's name was a scream on your gorgeous lips, slick coating his cock as your orgasm tightened your core.

“Such a good girl, coming for our pretty boy right here.” Simon’s hand slid up, squeezing Johnny's cheeks until his lips pursed.

Johnny's cheeks flushed as Simon’s words sunk into his mind, his body overheating.

“Si.” Johnny’s words were slurred, pussy and cockdrunk.

“Yeah? You ‘onna be a good boy for me?” Simon pressed his hips forward, cock grinding deep inside the other man.

A whine slipped from his throat, head falling back onto Simon’s shoulder. His hips slapped against your own, a sweet moan slipping through your lips.

“Get on your knees, wan’ our lovely lady to have a good time.” Simon knew you’d already come all over Johnny's cock, could see the way your pussy glistened in the dim lighting.

Johnny pulled out of you slowly, feeling Simon following him down onto the floor. The carpet was plush beneath his knees, a small comfort for what would ensue.

“Be a good boy, don’t leave her waiting.” Simon gripped his hair roughly, pushing his mouth towards your soaked cunt.

Johnny wasted no time, hands gripping your hips to pull your soaked folds towards his waiting mouth. His tongue slipped out slowly, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your back arched so prettily, tits on full display as he groaned into your waiting heat.

As Johnny started to get into the slow motions of pleasing you, Simon pulled his hips back, slamming into the man harshly. Johnny's eyes rolled back as he moaned against your cunt, lips parted and shiny with your slick. Your thighs pressed tighter around his head, back arched as you whined.

“Look at that, she likes it.” Simon’s smirk was dark, one hand stayed in Johnny's hair, grip tight as he guided Johnny's movements. The other gripped his waist, pulling him back to meet every thrust.

You ran your hands down your body, hand sliding overtop of Simon’s in Johnny's hair.

“Feels so good baby, love the way you eat my pussy.” Your words were breathy, eyes glazed over as you struggled to stay upright.

Simon’s grip tightened in his hair, pulling him back away from your cunt as his thrusts turned harsh. Johnny could feel his release building, stomach tightening as he gasped Simon’s name like a prayer.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna.” Before Johnny could utter another word his mouth was pressed back into your cunt, the tip of his nose grinding against your swollen clit.

Simon reached down between Johnny's legs, stroking his cock in time with his thrusts. He could feel the way he tightened around his cock, just a couple more.

“Oh! Johnny!” Your orgasm crashed into your body like a tidal wave, thighs clamped around his head as you rode his tongue like you would his cock.

Johnny's grip tightened on your hips, a deep guttural groan vibrating into your core as he came around Simon’s hand. His vision whited out, legs shaking harshly as he struggled not to pass out.

“Fuck.” Simon pulled out of him gently, stroking his cock until spurts of cum landed on his back. 

While Simon would love nothing more than to cum in the both of you, he knew it didn’t always look good for the camera.

“Now you know not to touch what’s mine.” Simon slapped his ass harshly, squeezing the flesh before standing up.

You were a complete mess on the bed, chest rising and falling harshly as you stroked Johnny's hair.

“Cut! That was great guys, let’s get their robes so we can clean up.” Simon helped Johnny off the floor, reaching a hand out to help you off the bed.

You nearly fell into him, giggling softly as you rested between the two burley men.

“I have to admit, I’d definitely do that again.” Your body was flushed, sweat glistening over your naked chest.

Simon couldn’t help but admire your body in the overly fluorescent lighting, Johnny doing much of the same.

Maybe this could be the start of something beautiful.

tagging: @ssoliva @vabeachazn @lols-wdym @gaylemonshark

[dreamsinmoonlight]

Dude, you could do a fic where the reader goes looking for Yandere Alastor at the end of the battle with Adam (where is he mad? Insane?... You know in the last ep)... The reader was worried about Alastor, but found him At the worst moment, maybe Alastor will collapse and go crazy... Maybe because he saw that the reader is also hurt? Or there is a revelation for him where he discovers that he is in love with the reader...

It's up to you, I just want to see a fanfic about it!!

(Here we go, I was thinking a lot about this one because honestly I love me a good old fashion insanity moment because of invocation of the "berserk button is hurting that person" trope. Mmmmm~

Modifying it a little just because I lean into the going insane because someone you care about is hurt (also I have another ask involving finding Alastor after the battle). So instead of being when he gets to the radio tower...

How about we rewind and let it be, oh, during the battle? Hehehe~

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: yandere!Alastor, reader, Adam

Pairing: Alastor x reader

Genre:

Summary: The fight is raging but all you can think about is one very dangerous deer....)

Reckless Abandon

Hazbin Hotel was not falling without a fight, not if the residents and their friends had anything to say about it.

There were exterminators everywhere, angels everywhere and anywhere you looked. It felt, to you, as if the sky itself was falling, was being torn asunder, and though you knew that there was a shield, a barrier you believed in more than you believed in anything else, still something in the depths of your gut couldn't help but worry.

Someone screamed your name and you narrowly avoided a sword coming at you from the side, the mad flickering face of the angel who had tried to kill you so close you could almost make out each pixel in the mask they wore. By instinct you struck out and punched them, though some part of your brain understood it would likely do little; still they didn't seem to expect it from you and it connected, throwing them for a loop and to the ground for a moment.

"Good job toots!" Angel called out with one of those friendly grins of his that you could never help but return; he leveled his tommy guns and continued to shoot away, trying to bring down as many of the flying monsters as he could.

"Thanks Angel!" you called back and looked around; Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Cherri Bomb, Sir Pentious, even Nifty was running around stabbing admittedly already downed angels. But everyone was doing their best, fighting and honestly there seemed almost to be a chance, a small possibility, they could survive this. You could survive this.

You never meant to die and come to Hell, but no one ever did. Still in the years you'd been there you'd only ever felt actually happy at the hotel; Charlie was such a good kind person and Vaggie's devotion to her was heartwarming. It was never boring, never uneventful, and never anything less than a trip from the very day you came to their door, looking for a place to stay to get away from the far worse denizens than yourself. And somewhere deep down you'd admit, only to yourself, that what made you feel the happiest was the presence of one demon in particular.

You glanced up as you thought about him and almost immediately wished you hadn't. That shield that you believed so in, you saw with your own eyes it crack, you saw it break, and you saw the figure of the scariest of them all: Adam. He'd broken it down, he'd broken...

"Alastor's shield," you whispered, as the others saw it too, as it dawned on them what happened.

He was supposed to be able to keep it up, give them enough time to thin the herd more. No one expected Adam to be so powerful to be able to break something created by the Radio Demon, the Radio Demon. Alastor stood up to Lucifer, to the Vs, to other Overlords, he was the monster in the dark, the grinning Cheshire Deer Cat of Terror, and Adam had punched one of his barriers into nothingness as easily as he could have been punching a marshmallow.

That feeling of worry returned and it tasted of blood. You licked your lips and looked around. The others were worried too but all recovered, getting back to work, not letting this stop them. You tried to do the same, to remember the plan: if the shield went down then Alastor would take out Adam, keep him out of the fight largely so you all could handle the exterminator angels better. He was the most powerful of you, the most dangerous, the most vicious, he could handle this, he could do this, he...

He....

You looked towards the roof of the hotel, towards where you knew that cannibal Overlord was, where Adam had touched down and was now fighting him.

He was....he was too important. To you at least. You ripped a sword from a dead angel nearby and used it to cut through any other that got between you and the entryway to the hotel. You knew you were being stupid and reckless and silly because this was Alastor you were thinking about after all. But still, still, that bloody taste of worry had you and you couldn't get it to go away no matter how much you swallowed.

By the time you reached the roof things had reached a major head. Tentacles, shadows, a split second in which maybe, just maybe this would go better than the dread inside you predicted. But that colossal angelic asshole known as the First Man just had to be a dick and you stepped out in time to see him attack Alastor, breaking his staff and the confusion that filled you was matched by the unfiltered sound of the Radio Demon's voice. "What just happened?....Fuck."

"Alastor!" you called out and moved to try to get over to him.

What could you do? You were just a sinner, another of the souls trapped in Hell, prey to the angels, prey to the Overlords, prey to everyone. You weren't anything special, anything important, just another person who failed to be good in their mortal life and ended up down here instead. This was the greatest demon you knew and the most dangerous angel you knew of, and you, you were nothing.

But seeing Adam slash at Alastor, the Radio Demon go flying, be hurt, you narrowed your eyes and gripping tight the angel blade you'd stolen, you snarled with an intensity you weren't used to, an aggression you didn't know from within you. He stepped closer to Alastor, smirking, gloating, and not paying any mind as you came at him from the side, moving swift and deadly.

The blade dug in deep and the blood came a golden hue that should have beautiful if not coming from him. The grunt that came from Adam was less pain and more annoyance and he looked down at you like he might an ant. "What the hell bitch, you really want to fucking die first? Cuz I can totally do that for you."

For someone so big he moved quick. And his hand gripped around your throat tight, cutting off air and circulation very quick. Sinners shouldn't need to breathe, that was stupid, but you knew this sensation, you knew the feeling of choking and as he lifted you off your feet you struggled, let go of the sword to claw at his hands, to try to free yourself. His mask showed no more mercy than his troops did, the cruelty and sadism of beings who didn't even deign to show their faces when they came down to kill you; you reached out, wanting to at least see if you remove it, maybe scratch out his dumb eyes before he kills you. Give Alastor the time to get something done, to recover. At least you'd stopped this monster from hurting him.

Blood rushing through your ears as consciousness started to wane, you could have almost sworn you heard a chuckle, dark and familiar even without it's filter. Good. He was okay....

Adam was seconds from snapping your neck when a shadow tentacle lurched out and pierced his arm, forcing him to drop you. Already out like a light you fell limply but were caught by Alastor's own shadow that carefully held you in it's arms before returning to his side. The Radio Demon chuckled still, through the blood, through the pain, through the madness threatening to come forth as his form started to twist and deform, taking on his more demonic state.

"Have to disagree with you there," he hissed and smiled, feeling the changes, feeling the crawling of the Winter under his skin, the creature hungry, always hungry, and the chain that held him in place; the shadow moved to cover both of you as he continued, "Radio's not dead, but it is ending this broadcast."

Adam laughed through his own pain as the two of you were teleported away to safety and Alastor groaned as you reappeared elsewhere, hand over the gaping wound on his chest, trying to hold back the madness, the insanity, the Winter. His eyes slipped towards you in the process.

You should have not been up there, you were supposed to be out on the battlefield with all the others, with the fodder and the ones that mattered. You were a fool and an useless pawn, barely entertainment; you were not a monster, you were barely a sinner. You showed up at the hotel looking for sanctuary; you got along with them all and he found your presence....

Not unlikeable. Because you seemed to like him, knowing what he was, knowing who he was. You never treated him as anything less than a terror among demons but it didn't escape his attention how you perked up when he turned his usual gentlemanly facade towards him, as if he could ever be anything but to one of the fairer gender. But you never seemed like the type to try to face Adam knowing it could only be your death and the image of you moving at the much larger angel, sword in your hands, and your expression, it was burned in his chest.

You were not supposed to be there and you were not supposed to anything but something to throw at the angels to distract them, in hopes that Charlie would survive another fight. But the way you called out his name and the way your smile would shine when you looked at him, when he'd pet your head, when he'd tease and torment the other hotel residents, when he made all sorts of silly comments and puns. You, this stupid little sinner who didn't even really belong because what redemption was there for someone who wasn't even really a bad guy? What was your sin?

Alastor realized he didn't even know that one. It never mattered. You never mattered. But now you did.

The realization made his skin crawl more and he started towards the hotel again, arriving back after the battle, to his tower destroyed, to the rubble and debris and his own mind screaming.

He was a monster and he nearly died. He, the great Radio Demon, almost destroyed. For saving his friends. His friends. And then there was you and his mind raced more. No this could not be, no this would not be. The Winter and hunger under his skin crawled more and approaching his equipment he dug sharp claws into the metal, leaving gashes in his wake.

No.

No.

Not him.

But yes. And there you were, still asleep, still hurt; he turned to look at you and saw the bruises on your neck and thought of you clawing at Adam, ready to go down fighting. There because of....

Him.

An emotion he didn't recognize crawled up alongside the hunger and he tilted his head before reaching out with those sharp cruel claws to draw them, all too gently, along your cheek. His smile twitched, his eyes narrowed.

" 'Altruistist Alastor, died for his friends'," he mocked himself, "I'll find a way around this damned deal, just you wait. But tell me little one, what is this emotion I feel creeping up inside me? If you created it I expect you to explain it."

You didn't answer. Of course not. He took you from the shadow and cradled you carefully in his own arms.

Whatever it meant, whatever it was, it made his madness feel both better and worse. The hunger was dispelling a bit but now all he could think about was you.

How strange.

[yuri-is-online]

Soap Operatic Symphony (A Fyuuture Kid AU ft. Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia)

While camping in the mountains during Camp Vargas, you encounter a monster exactly like the one you fought off with Ace and Deuce at the beginning of the year. While trying to fight it off again, a strange portal opens up in the mine and a person jumps out of it to your rescue. He says he doesn't remember much, but it's clear when you bring him to Crowley that this boy is also from your world, despite being a mage, and until the headmage can think of a better solution, he assigns "Yutu" to your dorm.

Something a certain someone has an opinion about.

notes: yeah I have nothing to say for myself, I have other stuff I am supposed to be writing but this wrote itself ok? ok. Anyway this is a future kid au where your son has come back in time to try and prevent the end of the world but mostly to make sure you don't die. You can see this ask for a detailed explanation of what's up with Yuu and my masterlist for other fic. Oh and the other dorms can be found here.

Scarabia

In general, Jamil is going to be torn between being deeply suspicious of the entire situation and feeling like it's none of his business while Kalim is excited to meet a potential new friend.  How they act on those feelings changes depending on who Yutu is trying to interact with.

Kalim- anyone trying to get close to Kalim has to be watched obsessively by Jamil, and Yutu is no exception.  If anything the surveillance is worse due to the strange way he showed up, and Kalim doesn't like it but he understands.  For Yutu's part he seems really receptive to Kalim's efforts to befriend him, which is the furthest Kalim is going to think about it for a while, but he also notices the strange nostalgia and grief Yutu seems to feel when interacting with you and he really wants to help.  He's sure if Yutu would just talk about it, he could give him some good advice.  They get along really well!  But Yutu seems really reluctant to give out personal information… which Jamil really doesn't like. Kalim's sure he doesn't mean anything by it because of how apologetic he is! But he does sort of wonder if he's done something to make Yutu not feel safe around him... it makes him sort of sad.

Jamil- Once he got a look at that portal, Jamil realized that he didn't actually know what it looked like when you arrived at NRC.  He certainly remembers the mess Grim made, but not much about you beyond how confused you looked.  He'll have to ask about it sometime but for now, he's got questions.  Number one: who the fuck is this guy really?  His name isn't Yutu, he sure as shit isn't from your world, otherwise he couldn't be a mage, and his attitude towards you is just suspicious.  He has got to want something, and Jamil is torn between protectiveness of you and his adamant refusal to give himself anymore work.  It doesn't help that Yutu seems very apologetic to him specifically, he swears the kid seems to be apologizing for his entire existence.  It's weird, and he tells him to knock it off because it's not like he's his dad.  For some reason that just makes it worse.

Pomefiore

Vil- Epel is the one to tell him about the monster attack, the portal, and the strange protectiveness Yutu has towards Yuu.  That last thing doesn't bother him as much as you might expect, as soon as he learns that you're from the same world he thinks it's perfectly natural.  Admirable even.  The fake name and desire for privacy doesn't bother him either, as an actor both things seem normal to him.  What worries him is the idea that something very wrong is happening in the background that he doesn't know about, which he makes very clear to Yutu after sending Rook to distract you.  Yutu seems hesitant to trust him, and only offers vague warnings about making sure Yuu stays safe and keeping an eye on Grim.  Well now, they can both agree on that, and wouldn't it be easier if Yutu cooperated with him?  He's not going to take no for an answer.

Rook- Oh?  Ramshackle Dorm has a new member?  What a charming surprise!  He's sure this will lead to many new beautiful experiences.  And he's right!  Yutu is very beautiful, but there's something oddly familiar and yet… wrong about him.  Like he doesn't quite belong here, and not in the same way that you don't belong here.  He looks haunted, his interactions with you scream that he possesses (or to be more accurate used to possess) a relationship that can only have been built over several years.  But you clearly don't remember him, and there's a painful aura of grief in his interactions with you.  He also notices, with a great deal of joy, that the same grief is present when the little one speaks to him.  Just what could that mean? The hunter is in no rush, he'll find out what that means in time, for now he'll keep dropping in unannounced to test Yutu's reflexes. 

Side note: I don't speak French so I don't know if this would be the correct way to say it, but I like the idea of Rook's nickname for Yutu being Monsieur Caneton (Monsieur Duckling), because of how he follows Yuu around. Floyd's nickname I reserve the right to change depending on who Yutu's father is.

Epel- He starts off a hater, I am not going to lie.  Protecting you is something Epel takes a great deal of pride in; he wants to be seen as manly, as the protector, as someone who you think of as cool and trusts to provide for you.  So for a giant portal to open in the sky and drop a new guy determined to protect you from the monsters?  He hates it, he really does, and that's BEFORE Yutu starts living in Ramshackle Dorm.  He's determined to ignore him and not let him into the friend group, which proves impossible because of how Yutu follows you around so fine.  He can sit with you but ONLY IF he accepts that Epel was there first.  Something he's really surprised to see him do?  He should be more suspicious of why Yutu is constantly asking him for advice or acting like he's cool for being so possessive over you but well.  It's Epel he really wants to be seen as cool so he's just not going to think about it.

Ignihyde

Ortho- Ortho wasn't there to see the portal so he can't analyze it, but he can analyze Yutu!  And he immediately finds the Shroud family curse.  How curious, is this something he should tell his brother immediately?  Or should he skip the line and talk to their parents… decisions decisions but he doesn't have to wait for too long for an explanation.  Yutu explains himself pretty quickly when called out and Ortho is beyond excited to learn he's an uncle.  Less excited to learn about the impending apocalypse but he's sure they can fix it if they work together.  Now to double his efforts to get you and Idia together…

Idia- a second person has been isekaid to the NRC oh no.  Whatever will he do?  Well he intended to do nothing but Ortho isn't letting him.  For some reason he seems really determined to get him to hang out with you, almost like he knows about his crush he's been so good at hiding.  He can't complain too much, talking with you is weirdly soothing and much easier than he'd anticipated.  And Yutu's there too he guesses.  Sometimes they parallel play while Idia hangs out with you and that's nice.  It's sort of weird how in tune Yutu is with him though, sometimes he swears they could be related. A thought that Ortho is weirdly determined to encourage, and refuses to explain why... maybe he should be more worried about what anime little bro has been watching recently.

Diasomnia

Right so dragon biology is weird and our knowledge of half fae is very limited.  From how Sebek looks and how Malleus’s birth is discussed, I assume the eggs produced by love is exclusive to dragon fae and other species just get babies in the normal way.  All of that to say:

Malleus- Yutu is an oddity from the jump.  He looks very young, but insists he's around the same age as Yuu, and Malleus swears he feels his own magic is a part of him.  It's like a precious stone has grown some legs and started walking around and talking back to him.  He's a little bit in love, not the same way he's in love with Yuu, but much like a parent would think of a child… perhaps if they get closer he can offer him the night's blessing.  He does seem to be lacking it and that just won't do, something inside him says that needs to be fixed immediately.  Lilia questions him on whether or not he's jealous of how close the little one is to Yuu, which surprises him greatly.  Why would he be- well.  He does wish he could spend more time with Yuu but that sort of envy applies to everyone, not just Yutu.  And none of those guys are so unafraid of him to have made him a friendship bracelet so there. 

Lilia- a mage?  From Yuu's world?  How exciting!  He's very pleased to see how well he gets along with his boys and takes Sebek’s shouting in stride.  It's inspirational how quick he picks up on how gullible Sebek is and immediately starts telling-  well Lilia supposes he doesn't know they're outright lies but the scolding he gets from Yuu certainly suggests they are.  It's all very cute, and something he really wishes he could be a part of, but he knows his time is limited.  He'll just have to treasure these experiences while he's allowed them, something Yutu is very willing to help him do!  What a good kid, he'll have to tell him how proud his parents must be of him.

Silver- A portal, a monster, and a new mysterious person… it's concerning.  Something dangerous has got to be happening with how worried over you this new person is, his name is Yutu?  Weird but then his name is Silver so who is he to judge.  Anyway he introduces himself to Yutu and he asks why he came through the portal and… isn't really satisfied with his answers.  He doesn't think Yutu is a threat, not to Malleus anyway, but there's just something off about this whole thing and it's his task as a knight to make sure the people he loves are safe.  What's that?  Well of course you are one of those people.  You're very important and- why is Yutu looking at him like that.  He's telling the truth, what does he mean that makes it worse? Is it his face?

Sebek- Oh look another perfectly average human who is ok.  He guesses.  Not that he's thought extensively about you personally, only as a precaution to make sure you aren't disrespecting Lord Malleus, you get that right?  Him cornering Yutu with a strained look on his face and shouting at him about how to properly respect Lord Malleus is something he would do to anybody.  It has nothing to do with him assuming that if this person respects Lord Malleus they will be safe for "that human" to be around.  Unfortunately, Yutu is not just anybody and immediately starts yelling back accusing him of disrespecting you.  It's like there's two of them now, just with different biases, rip everyone's eardrums.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Male Yandere Deep Sea-Creature x Female Mermaid Reader x Male Yandere Human

I don’t think you’ve ever done 2 yanderes pursuing the same darling, so think you could try it? (Unless I’m just stupid and aren’t remembering your other stories right)

We all know of the classic mercreature x human forbidden romance story, but what if there was another from the same marine world added into the mix? Yandere deep sea-creature is also in love with mermaid reader darling, so imagine what he’d do to keep her with him. Same goes for yandere human

This story you can hopefully have fun with as there’s so many ways it can turn out. And another note on why deep sea-creature…it was because I think a merman can be a bit boring, and it’d be interesting to explore a deep sea-creature instead (or straight up eldritch monster of your own creation). Just remember…deep sea-creatures usually get bigger the deeper you go. Much bigger thanks to deep sea gigantism…;)

(Re-sending this to you, because you said you only got 3 requests when I think I sent you 4. But if you had this request, just ignore this ask with this additional message at the end)

Thanks!!! 💝

Yandere! Male! Deep sea creature x mermaid! Fem! Reader x Human! Male! Hunter

OH THIS IS A DOOZY TO WRITE

By the way, guess whose birthday it is today (Hint: it's me LOL)

Got a little bit sidelined on this fic, but i tried. Two men pursuing darling ain't for me but for you, 💝anon, I'll do it ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

This one starts with (and focuses on) you, the reader, since I can't exactly make a yandere man focused fic with two men without making it really long. So unfortunately I cannot put that much of their lore.

Wait, so what does this mean? Do they belong to the same number, or separate? (I mean, I am targeting 16 yanderes in one set. So do they count as one or nah? Eh...)

Yandere! Deep Sea creature name: Viper (from the viperfish) Yandere! Hunter: Orion

It was truly an unfortunate day for you.

You, a mermaid living in the ocean, swimming freely without any people's judgements and even other mermaids.

You aren't exactly a woman of fear.

You love exploring. It's one of your favorite hobbies and actively seek out new thrills and discoveries.

In a world where mer/werpeople were still a newly discovered concept by humans, your folks were adamant on telling you to keep safe from them. Since humans are cruel and what not.

But you didn't care. You wish to see humans and their inventions.

Because of this, you became an outcast from your people, and live on your own in one of the trenches. Just a tad far away from oceanic civilization.

You felt bad for yourself, honestly. Why can't they just accept you're just thirsty for knowledge?

You want to swim up top, where the sun shines and the huge boats reside, with legged people running around in water vehicles. You want to know how they operated it, how they made it, and stuff like that.

Contrary to popular belief, Humans are the uneducated ones. They went on for years upon years not knowing about wer/merpeople other than their mythologies. Yet these other species had always blended with them seamlessly.

Foolish, but that's what made them fascinating for you.

But you only knew what's up above, but not...

The current suddenly felt cold as you lounged at one of the trench dugouts, and you looked down from your side.

It was deep. Too deep for you to explore.

You love the light, but hate the dark.

And it was dark down there. An eerie, dark blue of emptiness.

You're the only one in this abandoned trench, teeming with other sea life other than merpeople, with corals so beautiful and sea anemones that sway with the waters.

But as the trench go down... And down... And down...

They decreased in numbers till they got swallowed by the darkness.

You heard of deep sea merpeople sometimes, but a lot agreed to not look for them. For they are hideous and ugly. Some use them as a scare tactic for young merchildren, that these hideous and large merpeople will eat them alive.

Unfortunately, you believed those stories due to your parents drilling it in your head to not head down.

You shook your head and grabbed your bag, before swimming upwards as you saw a weird mechanism suddenly being dropped in the water via a boat.

You swam around it, curious to this weird ball. It's clearly cut in half then somehow glued together. It's tied to a rope, with little baits decorating the sides.

"Weird, how do humans catch fishes with this?" You asked to yourself, tilting your head as you swatted away the fishes from trying to eat the baits.

Curiosity got a hold of you though. And as you accidentally pulled a bait out from trying to carefully remove it, the ball bursts open and spews out a net, catching you off guard as you got enveloped by the fishnet.

"WHA--?!" As you got enveloped, your body got hauled back to the surface.

Your heart is beating wildly as you broke through the water tension. You can feel the heat of the sun now enveloping your body, which was once only can be felt by your face. You can feel the water dripping from your body down to the waters below, and the net digging onto your skin as your weight made the machine creek.

"Oh? A mermaid?"

A sultry voice said, snapping you from your fear. You looked up, and saw not two, but only one human in such a big boat.

He stood tall, with long legs in a fitted pair of pants and boots. He's wearing a dress shirt that hung loosely on his torso in an inserted fashion. He had a hooded look in his face, examining you over.

"This is the first time I saw a mermaid. Hey there, love." He said again in that voice that made you shiver.

He leans to the edge of the boat, his elbows on the railings. Looking at you with an inquisitve look.

"My name's Orion, love. What's yours?" He asked in a deep tone that made you gulp.

"Y/N..." You whispered, gripping your bag.

"Pretty name for a pretty mermaid." He smiled and you flushed red.

Due to being a recluse, you never got the chance to find a lover, let alone a mate.

As you started to dry out a bit, you scratched your skin, uncomfortable from the direct heat.

Orion saw this and went to the machine.

You curiously looked at what he's doing, trembling from the sudden realization that you're so close to a human invention!

You clutched your bag once more and intently watched as Orion hummed and pulled the lever, making you jerk back as the machine whirred to life and lowered your net.

"Forgive me, love. Thought I caught a big octopus or a huge school of fish." Orion said, making you nod as your body got immersed with the water.

The net unclasped from the bottom, which was held together by a strong magnet as it retreated back to the ball.

"Thank you, Orion." You whispered.

"No problem, love. I'm sorry for catching you like that again." Orion chuckled at your voice.

You didn't make a move from your place, still so curious about the boat. Orion noticed it and chuckled once more.

"Want to know stuff about boats?" He asked and you nodded eagerly. "Alright."

And, as Orion and you talked the afternoon off, you didn't notice a pair of eyes from down, down below look at you with such intensity, hostile.

Orion. A rich man who got a vessel by himself to know more about sealife, hunt them, and display them as catches.

He's always been interested marine life. Living by the seaside most of his life due to his yacht investing father and a beach resort owner mother, he's drawn to the sea in more ways than one.

Due to being mostly by the sea, he developed such tan skin that glistens under the sun whenever he walks by the port. Plus the way his face is built, he looks like a Carribean prince waiting for his mermaid to appear on the beach while not being able to speak.

But due to his parents' financial status, most of the time he only spends time by himself. Other children his age in that port town were intimidated. Despite him trying to be friendly, he can't catch himself a friend at all.

That goes for lovers too. Yeah, there are people who are brave. But in the end, they get overwhelmed from his clinginess.

This made him more clingy and possessive.

He just doesn't want them to run away. He's too lonely for such an extroverted man like him. And with so much love (baggage) to give, how can he make somebody stay in such a demanding and overwhelming way?

It's honestly a draining cycle for both him and the lovers he had.

Now, he only hunts fishes and and examine them. If they're edible, he eats them. If it's interesting, he taxidermies them somehow.

Then, while testing a new net system he developed, he catches a mermaid, you.

He's surprised, but got his heart speared when he saw your clear, fearful, yet curious eyes.

You're so pretty that he swore he's in heaven rather than the sea.

For the first time, an aggressive want to make you his filled him inside that it scared even him.

But he doesn't want to scare you. So, rather than being overwhelming immediately, he took his time.

Why not start with fulfilling your thirst for knowledge?

Everyday, he goes back to that specific spot only for you. You always asked him about his boat, about the machinery, about technology that he brought... He filled your head with information that made you so giddy it was adorable in his eyes.

But he can't shake off the feeling of somebody staring at them. It's honestly unsettling. Sure, it may be other merfolks, but you swore that nobody other than you goes here.

It's strange, but he shrugs it off. He's happy to solo you anyways.

What you didn't know is that he's already ordered a large aquarium type habitat on his home. The size of city wide aquariums of sharks, whales, etc. He made sure to put everything that he thinks you will like.

He wants you in his arms.

He wants to jump down to the sea, hug you in such a tight embrace, and devour your salty lips that will probably taste so sweet on his tongue.

You're so sweet, inquisitive, kind, and understanding. Too lovable. And just thinking that other merfolk have interacted with you before and some probably saw you as a potential mate darkens his mood to no end.

He hasn't tried hunting mermaids yet, should he?

Somehow, he's grateful that you're a social outcast. That means he could just solo you like this.

Not until you didn't show up in a meeting, and his heart dropped to the floor.

Hours before the daily meeting.

You plucked some kelp from a nearby kelp farm that you personally oversee. Hungry, you rolled some and continued to find more proper kelp to join in a fish salad.

Hey, some sealife here are the equivalent of meat consumables for humans.

Getting some oysters, you continued to get food for dinner when a light flashed from your peripheral vision.

"Hmm?" Your body swayed as you looked to the side where the light came from.

Putting what you got in your basket, you swam to the trenches again and tried to find where the light came from.

Some fishes got out of your way as you tried to find it once more, before it flashed again.

"Aha! Now, where... Huh?"

The flash came from the deepest part of the trenches.

The cold current got to you again, and you shivered.

It flashed again, enticing you to swim closer.

But you knew not to do it.

The stories of the deep sea merpeople flashed your mind again, and you almost shrieked in fear from the memories.

But the light is so enticing...

"Just a bit..."

You swam down, passing by the corals and the anemones. Your heartrate picked up, feeling the cold current once more.

Then, you noticed how the corals and anemones are thinning out, but you pushed through, telling yourself that it's not that far.

It's really not that far... Right?

The light flashed once more, now a bit bigger.

So, with a burst of energy and the adrenaline, you swam harder, wanting to see what's the flashing light is.

Then, the light went out.

You gasped in fear and astonishment as suddenly, it got so dark.

With nothing around you at all. Not even the trenches' walls kept you company as the vast, dark nothingness filled your vision.

Cold currents on warm waters, water rippling around you as if some kind of entity kept swimming past you, and you swore you saw beady eyes look at you from afar.

Should you go up?

But wait, where is up?

You felt your stomach drop.

Then, the flashing light blinded you, making you yelp and cover your eyes.

Feeling a sense of deja vu, you felt a presence in front of you.

No, around you.

You trembled, not wanting to open your eyes, but you knew you have to face whatever was in front of you.

So you opened your eyes, and almost shrieked once more from the person in front of you.

He's huge. With beady, ghost like eyes and sharp teeth as he unhinges his jaw in such a grotesque way that made you squirm in how uncomfortable it is to look at. His antenna, the one flashing, shone in now a dimly light as he swerves his body around you. Almost coiling his tail on your body.

He's triple your length, maybe quadruple even. And he laughs deeply at your scared face. He had a sick joy flashing his eyes before he tilted his head.

"Upper Dweller, didn't know you would follow my light." His voice, a ghost like quality with such roughness that it's gravelly. "I'm surprised you're still alive with such curiosity inside of you. Tell me, little one, what's your name?"

"Y/N..." You gulped, cowering from his stature as he swam around you once more.

He looked so creepy, yet had this look that's attracting you to him. Is it the antenna? Who knows.

"A name that matches you." He chuckles and you squirm. Was it a good thing or bad?

"My name's Viper. Nice to meet you, Upper Dweller Y/N." He smiles, his jaw now back in its place yet the sharp teeth still shone. "Hmm... Tiny mermaid, so easy to crush..."

He fully coiled his tail around you, and it felt so cold. The scales felt so cold and uncomfortable against your own tail and skin.

"You dwell on the trenches that nobody dares to live due to being the entrance to my lair." He whispers, closing his face against yours. "Did the people not tell you that?"

You felt your blood run colder than usual. Nobody did. Did they send you there knowing a deep sea dweller lives at the bottom?

Suddenly, you felt helpless against his hold as you realized that you got sent to your what's essentially your death.

Viper smiles from your reaction as he kept himself from pulling you down to the abyss completely.

The first time you got to the trenches, Viper was thoroughly surprised. The abandoned trenches suddenly got a resident once more? Who's the stupid mermaid who dares to live on his what's essentially a frontyard?

And he got a good look on you. Despite being of a viperfish specie, his ghost like eyes were useful for him, making him look at your face fully even though the distance is so far.

You. You look so precious, so pure as you swam around above. So small and puny that just one bite from his powerful jaw can crack you open.

But he didn't lure you yet, just observed his prey as you swam around, trying to watch the boats on the surface.

Viper's a lonely man.

Deep sea merfolk are rare, and in this place, it was only him.

So, he never really got the proper education on what to do in social contexts. Not like he had a chance to do so.

The only time he got is when people still reside the trenches up above when he's still a fry. They looked so happy and chatty, friendly and kind.

And he wants to experience it too.

So, he swam up, trying to form relationships, but this only scared the merfolk away from the ghost like appearance of Viper and his sheer size despite being only a fry back then.

And all of them left the trenches.

It broke small Viper's heart, and he steeled them in the years to come.

But now, you moved in.

Fortunately, Viper's in that age that he's finding a mate to be with for life.

And, with how much he observed you, taking in your smiles, curious glances up above, and fearful looks you gave down below, he slowly fell in love with you.

Well, in one way or another.

So, when he saw you talking to this puny human, he knew he had to make his move.

So, he lured you here.

"Little one..." He whispered, nudging your hand open with his sharp claws.

You opened it nervously, and gasped in terror as he gave you a black pearl.

A symbol of wanting to be mates.

"NO!" You screamed in fear as you got the strength to break free and swim with all your might up to the surface.

Viper growled and tried to catch up with you.

"COME HERE!"

You shrieked in terror as his hand is only a smidge away from your tail.

The darkness slowly got lighter, and you were tired from exhaustion but you knew you cannot stop.

Viper was angry. How dare you reject him! A little upper-dweller that he can just crush with one hand yet he graciously let live reject his offer to be his mate?

But the light got too much for him, and he had to hiss and retreat.

"You will be back." He whispered, watching your retreating figure. "I just know it."

Viper remembers the other man, the human, who somehow saw through him one day when he observed the both of you. Viper felt the hostility and bloodlust from him as he looked directly at where Viper is.

Viper swore up and down it's just coincidence, but the way Orion's eyes never left his spot was unsettling. How can Orion even see Viper?

But Viper knew that this man is not an easy opponent.

So he retreats...

And Orion also retreats as he realized you aren't going to be in the meeting place today.

Two men. One up above, and one below.

Both wants you in their arms.

One will offer you the light but in such a restrictive way,

And the other will offer you the darkness filled with uncertainty but within the waters you know and love.

So, who will it be, love?

Time is ticking, little one.

It will not be long until these two go face to face.

And one will not live to see the tale.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

For Eternity, Chapter 4

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult - this fic contains content inappropriate for minors. Chapter Warnings: Discussions around consent in relation to the porn industry

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Trusting Vox had been a mistake. 

Isabel sat, head in her hands as she cried softly. Her throat was raw from the sobs that had ripped through her the day before. The price of Vox’s help was far more than she could pay and yet, what choice did she have? 

“Isabel!” Vox’s booming voice filled the small apartment he had presented her with. “Doll, why such the long face? I’ve brought you some guests! You wouldn’t want to be rude to our guests?”

Our guests. 

Vox had this whole fantasy constructed in his head where she sold her soul to him in exchange for knowing the fate of her dear Husband. He was confident that she wouldn’t regret selling her soul for the information. He was even more confident that she would grow to love him in her husband’s place, just as soon as she realized her darling husband didn’t want her. 

She knew he knew. He teased it all the time. He hinted at a man who’s love for his wife in life had long since died, hinted at a monster that would rather remove her from existence than see her again. Much to his dismay, regardless of what he would say to her, she would not yeld. 

“This, my dear, is my partner!” Vox held his hand out to the tall purple man dressed in a strange cape and looking what could only be described as tacky. “Valentino.” 

The man held the same look on his face when he looked at her, eyes roaming over curves and features, as Adam did. Just another body to put under him, not seeing the person for who they were and the heart they had. 

“Angel,” The man thing folded, taking her hand from where it rested in her lap and kissing it softly before licking a pink trail up her forearm, “An absolute delight.” 

“My name is Isabel,” she tried to sound braver than she felt. 

“You see,” Vox pulled her up from the couch by her elbow as she tried to wipe off the pink saliva, “Isn’t she just perfect?”

As Vox spun her, she tripped over her feet. The ends of her wings brushed what random assortment of items Vox had decorated the coffee table with off, clattering to the floor in a mess as they flared out in an attempt to right her balance. 

“She could make us a lot of money,” Valentino sang the last word as his eyes ran up and down her body again. “And she is unspoiled?” 

Vox shrugged, “I haven’t touched her yet.” 

They were talking about her as if she was an object. There was nothing more she wanted to do than yank herself from Vox’s too large hands and run for the window. Leaping, she would fly through the sky and be free again, cuts from the broken glass a small price to pay. 

But it wasn’t any use. 

The windows did not open and she had spent much of the night trying to break them without causing so much as a scratch to the surface. The only way she was going to get out of the tower was if they let her walk out. 

“She was married in life?” Valentino looked like he was appraising meat as he looked at her. “So she’s not totally untouched. She could have taken lovers in Heaven too, no?” 

“That’s the kicker, she’s utterly devoted to her husband! She’s been waiting for him like a good little wife but he never joined her.” Vox laughed, enjoying every moment of her torture as his fingers danced over the plush feathers of her wings. He pulled her back to his chest, holding her to him with a arm around her shoulders, slotting his torso between her wings. 

“Did you take lovers while you waited, Little Bird?” Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow from behind the ugly heart shaped glasses he wore. 

“No,” Struggling against Vox’s grip got her nothing but a tighter press against him, 

“So devoted, she came all the way to hell to find her husband.” Again, Vox laughed as if he was in on some secret joke. 

“And who is her husband?” 

“Alastor!” 

“Alastor had a wife?” Valentino blinked in shock, leaning back from her for a moment as if she would sting him if he got too close.

“One that made it into Heaven!” 

“Surely it’s not the same-”

“How many Alastors do you know?” Vox was having the time of his afterlife, grabbing her hand and forcing her to dance with him, back pressed tight to his chest. 

Closing her eyes, Isabel tried to focus on what she’d learned. They knew an Alastor and only one. It wasn’t a common name, in all her years both alive and dead, she had never encountered another. That wasn’t to say it was impossible but she had to cling to the hope that they were right, that it was her Alastor. 

If they had reason to have such negative feelings toward her husband, surely they would brag about what they had acquired. Arrogance and bragging seemed to be their style. 

Perhaps Alastor would find out. Maybe he would come for her. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe they were lying. 

If she was going to get through this, she needed to cling to that hope. It would all be worth it if it meant that she could be with her Alastor again, even for just a moment. It had to be worth it.

~~~~~<3

“Charlie?” Vaggie called from the couch she sat on, “Come take a look at this?”

“What’s up?” Charlie plopped down next to her girlfriend who angled the phone for her to see the screen better. 

They had been busy since the Extermination battle. Every waking moment was spent rebuilding and healing. Only now, after a week did they have a chance to slip back into normalcy and do something as mundane as looking at the news they had missed. 

“That’s an angel.” Vaggie whispered as Charlie took in the picture of a woman, large white wings and long dress being lead into Vee Tower by Vox himself. “Why does Vox have an angel?” 

“That’s not good.” Charlie recognized her in an instant, “Ohhh that’s not good.”

“I feel like that’s a bit more of a ‘not good’ than appropriate, what do you know?” 

“I could be wrong,” Charlie didn’t think she was but she certainly wanted to be, “But that looks like the woman we met in Heaven.”

“Alastor’s-”

“My what?” The man materialized in front of them, grin spreading at how they jumped, sending the phone in the air only to clatter to the ground, face down. He spared it a glance, eyebrow raised before directing his attention to the two woman he had caught speaking of him in hushed voices. 

“Your… jambalaya! Would be really good to have for dinner!” Charlie answered with a wide grin of her own. 

Not telling Alastor wasn’t an option but they needed to be sure. They needed to know for sure. They couldn’t see her face in the picture. There was no need to start a war if it wasn’t even her. 

But really, would Alastor care? He had swept aside the idea of being reunited with her as a reward for redemption as if it was unimportant. 

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The door to her prison apartment opened, startling Isabel out of her daze. She’d been alone for the last two days and was torn between wanting Vox to return in order to have some sort of interaction or never seeing him or the man he had brought with him again. 

Scrambling to her feet, she peered across the living space, unsure of what to expect. Vox had what seemed to be volatile moods that set the tone for his visits. It wasn’t Vox who walked through the door however. 

Valentino had returned, the last person she had wanted to see. Along with him was a tall pink man with four arms and covered in fluff. He wore a pink blazer that almost matched his fur color and the smallest pair of black shorts she had ever seen. The short shorts contrasted with the tall black boots he wore, making him look somehow both covered up and exposed at the same time. .

The kindness in his eyes contrasted with the sharp hunger in Valentino’s. 

“I brought you a friend, little bird. I figured you’d be getting lonely, Vox being so busy,” Valentino presented the pink man- was it a man?- as if they were a prize. 

“Heya, Toots,” he said and you were sure then that he was a he, at least in the conventional sense. 

“This is Angel Dust, It’s best that you get to know eachother. You’ll be working closely together soon, after all!” Valentino laughed, “Very closely indeed.”

She didn’t expect to be left alone with the strange new man. Fear surged through her as her eyes bounced between him and the closing door as it latched shut behind Valentino. Holding her breath, she waited for the new man to make some sort of move, to say something to set the tone of their interaction. 

“You can relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Angel said, walking around the space like he owned the place. “Got any drugs? Drinks?”

“No?” She hesitated as he made himself comfortable on the couch. 

“You’re like a damn deer in the headlights! Do you even know what’s going down? Damn.” “No, they haven’t told me anything.” 

“Well, fuck me.” Angel Dust ran a hand down his pink face, “You’re going to want to sit down.” 

She did, perched on the edge of the couch to allow her wings room to breath behind her. While he gathered whatever thoughts he needed to gather, she waited, watching his face morph with the thoughts in his head. He seemed nice enough at least but Vox had seemed nice at first too. Trusting her first judgements was what got her into this situation. 

“I’m a porn star,” Angel Dust started and her eyebrows shot up toward her hair at the interesting choice in leading statement. “A pretty famous one, if I do say so myself. And I do.” 

“Oh, okay…” Isabel wasn’t sure what the appropriate response to that declaration was. 

“Valentino is king of the porn district,” Angel Dust really wanted her to figure it out herself. He didn’t want to have to tell her this but she just blinked those amber eyes at him. 

“His outfit makes so much more sense now.” 

“That’s what you’re taking from this?” Angel Dust ran a hand through his fluffy pink hair. “Look, I’m going to just say it. Vox is giving Val permission to use you in his productions. I don’t know why, he usually keeps his toys separate.”

“Use me in one of his productions? What does that mean, exactly?” She didn’t think it would mean holding the mic or adjusting lights but it surely couldn’t mean... 

“You’re going to star in a production, at least one, maybe more.” Angel Dust hated how dirty this was all making him feel, “With me.”

“With you?” She shot up off the couch, “A pornographic film?” 

“Hey, I’m in demand, I’ll have you know!” Angel Dust tried to joke but it fell flat. “Look, you can either agree to do it and do it willingly or Val will force us. I don’t- That’s not my thing. I don’t want to be a part of that. Hell, I’m not even into women or being the top for that matter-” He was starting to ramble.

“I can’t,” She ran her fingers through her hair.

“You are not going to have a choice,” Angel Dust stood, wanting to offer comfort but not sure how. “I will do everything I can to not hurt you but unless you know how to change Vox’s mind, we’re going to do it.” 

“I can’t,” She repeated, pacing the space. “I’m married, I can’t. Even if I wanted to, I can’t.” 

“You’re married?” Angel Dust was taken aback, “Why’s everyone married all of a sudden? That���s some antique shit. Come on, sit down and let’s talk this shit out. I’ve been here awhile. What’s your name?”

~~~~~<3

Angel Dust felt like the dirtiest sinner in all of Hell as he dragged his ass through the hotel doors and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He had gotten to spend an hour with the angel Isabel and made no progress toward obtaining anything remotely close to her consent, let alone agreement for willing participation in the planned production. 

That was part of what Val wanted though. That sick fucker didn’t care if she was willing. Hell, if she wasn’t the film would sell for even more. He wasn’t sure there were enough drugs in all of Hell for him to bury the guilt if he was forced to-

“Angel!” Charlie had been waiting for his return. 

Her eagerness caught him by surprise. She wasn’t one to wait up for him though it wasn’t uncommon for her to be in the lobby. Maybe it was his own guilty mind but he had hoped to slip to the bar, get a drink and hide away.

“Heya,” He side stepped to try and make it to the bar but Charlie was hot on his heels. 

“I just have a feeew questions for you,” Charlie reached out, grabbing one of his hands to pull him to a halt. 

Knowing this wasn’t something he was going to get out of, he sighed and said, “What’s up?”

“A far as you recaall,” This was off to a great start, “If any of the Vee’s have any new, shall we say, winged-”

“Yeah, Vox has a pet angel. Can I please drink now? Today was kind of shit.” 

“Oh, Good!” Charlie clapped her hands before reconsidering her reaction, “Not that that’s good good, just that that’s what I wanted to hear. Not that I WANTED to hear that-”

“Find the point and get to it,” He was far too sober to be dealing with this shit right now. 

“What do you know about her?” Vaggie stepped in, saving them both from the rambling. 

“Big amber doll eyes and totally devoted to her husband. It’s gonna make shit hard for her, she’s not playing ball for Vox or Valentino.” 

“What’s her name?” Charlie asked.

“Isabel, she said. Isabel Dupont. Why?”

“I beg your pardon?” Static violently tore through the room as lights flickered and shadows deepened, growing and spreading like spilled ink.

~~~~~<3

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[thebowieconstricker]

HEY FOLKS WHO WANTS THE CREATURE FROM LISA FRANKENSTEIN X READER FICSSSSS

I’d probably call him Adam if we gotta give him a name because that’s kinda the canon name for Frankenstein’s monster? Anyways Cole Sprouse is hot so who else wants to be deranged with me

[cherhys]

A Laurel Wreath to Keep

Gladiator!Cassian x Princess!Reader AU

Summary: Your father, the Emperor, is adamant that you are assigned a bodyguard befitting your station. While he is confident that the man for the job will be found competing in the Coliseum, you aren’t entirely convinced. At the very least, until he participates…

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Slight gore (canon-typical violence), some historical inaccuracies (I mean cmon)

Notes: You mean you haven’t thought about Gladiator Cassian?…Weird. Let me put you on with this fic then. ;)

The hot sun beat down on your skin, your sweat-slick back sticking to the cool marble of your chair. The faint breeze did little to cool you down, the copper stench of blood assaulting your senses. You turned away from the gore to look at your father, the Emperor, who clapped along with the other spectators in the Coliseum. 

The games never interested you much. The needless violence everyone revelled in was beyond your understanding. Usually, you’d be able to circumvent the gladiatorial games with pouting lips and a couple of batted lashes at your father but today was not to be. Your father insisted that you would enjoy today–just as he insisted the first time he brought you to the games, and the time thereafter, and thereafter. 

However, there was an objective to watching the games today that went beyond basking in bloodshed. Your father was resolute that you necessitated a new bodyguard and what better place to find a man worthy of laying his life down for the princess?

According to the Emperor at least.

You scowled at the brutish men before you, all eager to please the bloodthirst of the crowd. A shudder ran down your spine at the manic look in their eyes; one had to be mad in order to bludgeon another man's skull while he pleaded for mercy.

While the death of their opponents wasn’t the goal of most gladiators—a simple surrender would suffice with the crowd’s and Emperor’s benevolence—this particular beast hadn’t seemed satisfied until the sand flowed with his foe’s blood. 

The crowd roared their approval, temporarily appeased. The winner threw his head back and roared at the sky, scarlet splattered on his armour. Even from a distance, you could tell the monster of a man towered above the common populace. He spread his thick arms wide and turned slowly towards the stands of the Coliseum, relishing the kill. 

“What about that one, my dear?” Your father’s words pulled you away from the grotesque drippings on the pommel of the winner's gladius. 

You briefly glanced at him, contempt in your tone, “That one?”

“Why of course! Didn’t you see how he defeated all his opponents?” Unfortunately, you thought. Visions of exposed viscera flashed through your mind and you quickly shook the grisly memories away.

“I fear he’d crush my skull too if he felt so inclined.” You murmured, wincing at the deafening crowd. They’d begun chanting the monster’s name now.

“Pardon me?” Your father’s sudden question caught you off guard, and you quickly smoothed the most princess-worthy smile on your face.

“Nothing, Father. I merely think that he wouldn’t be well suited as my bodyguard.” A bead of sweat rolled down your stiff spine as your father contemplated your words. 

Please don’t burden me with this beast. 

Your blood only cooled as you noticed the gladiator approaching the dais where you sat, his frenzied gaze fixed on you. 

Your father loosed a sigh and abruptly stood, addressing the arena, “You have done well Aptonetus! Has he not?” The crowd boomed with approval. A greasy smile spread across Aptonetus’s face, his stare still stuck on you. Goosebumps covered your skin despite the sweltering weather. 

“You have won many matches in the arena, but will you seek more glory if given the opportunity?”

Finally, his gaze shifted to your father, and Aptonetus bowed his head in acknowledgment. 

“With honour, Your Majesty.”

As if he had a choice in the matter. 

The emperor smiled widely, indulging in his acquiescence, “From Pompeii, I present a tiro who has made a name for himself in the gladiatorial school. The Lord of Bloodshed they call him!”

The crowd exclaimed—a tiro? Someone who has never fought in the arena was meant to compete against a veteran like Aptonetus?

However, murmurs arose through the Coliseum; you couldn’t help but wonder how talented this tiro was that he had been bestowed such a vicious nickname. It was no matter—you were sure his warm blood would soon stain the sands like the fallen gladiators before him. Aptonetus seemed to think the same, that oily smirk back on his face. The sudden uproar of the crowd signalled the entrance of who was to be Aptonetus’s new opponent. 

He emerged into the beating sun, leather sandals padding along the sand. The cheering of the crowd suddenly seemed distant as you took in the war god walking before you. This gladiator may have been a tiro, but he walked with the confidence of a man who had conquered battlefields—and would do so again. The light reflected off his golden helm—his face hidden—and like many of the gladiators, that was the extent of his armour. His tan chest was bare, glistening with a sheen of sweat. You could’ve sworn a drop rolled down between the cavity of his abdominal muscles, bracketed by a perfectly shaped V. Your eyebrows rose as you noticed the swirling tattoos that adorned his broad shoulders, partially reaching down his powerful arms. This was a man who was sculpted with the most careful hand, by the finest of artists. 

No matter his physical prowess, you remained stoic. With a title like Lord of Bloodshed, you’re sure his bloodlust matches that of Aptonetus’s—if not worse. 

However, as the man stood in front of the dais to kneel before your father, a shred of doubt probed your conscience. The look in his hazel eyes was not one of madness, but sheer determination. Those same bright eyes locked on yours, and you lifted your chin imperiously. You would see if he was worth your favour. 

“Your Majesty, I present myself to you. I offer you my blade and my life.” 

Despite the words being meant for your father, his deep voice was a sweet caress. As the fresh gladiator stood at your father’s behest, his words took on a new meaning once he glanced your way again. You tightened your clasped hands. 

“Go on, men! Give us a good fight!” 

With that final proclamation by the emperor, the roar of the crowd began anew. Aptonetus and the new gladiator took up their positions at opposite ends of the arena. The Coliseum held its breath, anticipating the fight to come. 

Aptonetus wiped his soiled sword on the canvas cloth around his hips, a sharp smile gleaming even from below his helm. 

The new gladiator hoisted his shield, wicked gladius at the ready. You could count his breaths; in, out, in, out—

The war trumpet blared. 

The men quickly jumped into action, sand kicking at their feet. With a thunderous ring, steel clashed against steel. 

Your jaw gaped in awe; you had never seen anyone fight like this, gladiator or trained militia. Where Aptonetus was near brutish in his swinging, sword swooping in large arcs as he hurtled toward his opponent, the new gladiator seemed to dance on his feet. The tiro’s moves were all carefully calculated. Place a right foot here, a left foot there, and he’s drawn Aptonetus within his reach. His gladius arced with control, never any energy wasted. Despite his hulking size, he was fast and easily dodged the inefficient attempts of Aptonetus. 

The crowd was just as stunned, for no one had ever kept up with Aptonetus so thoroughly, and for so long. The fight was clearly taking its toll on the veteran gladiator, every breath looking more ragged than the last. Meanwhile, his opponent never missed a beat. 

You leaned towards your father, loath to take your eyes off of the battling men lest you miss anything. 

“Who is he?” You breathed, as if speaking any louder would break the spell of the match. 

“He’s a volunteer, my dear. He opted to join the fighting school in exchange for a roof over his head and food in his belly.” The emperor shook his head lightly, a disbelieving smile on his face. Your heart ached, envisioning a poor boy with nothing to his name having to learn violence in order to survive.

Their swords flash, the hypnotic clashing of metal matching the rapid beating of your heart. Aptonetus was slowing, surely to be devoured in due time by his more swift opponent. In a desperate bid to reclaim the pace of the fight, Aptonetus lunged with a roar, sword arm thrown wide. 

A crack resounded through the Coliseum as the new gladiator slammed his shield down onto Aptonetus’s wrist, breaking the bones. Aptonetus dropped his sword with a howl of pain, gripping his already bruising wrist. Refusing to back down, he squared his shoulders and prepared for a brawl. Only the new gladiator would take no such chances. He punched the butt of his sword into Aptonetus’s abdomen, effectively dropping him to the ground. 

The veteran gladiator attempted to stagger to his feet but the hit had found its mark, and he failed to catch his breath. In the next few moments, the tiro had the point of his sword poised at the neck of Aptonetus. 

A beat of shock pulsed through the crowd before they erupted into cheers, the noise only escalating as Aptonetus finally lifted his finger, signalling his surrender and the end of the match. The drums beat rhythmically to celebrate, and you found yourself clapping with a smile on your face. 

He was breathtaking and entirely magnificent. He fought with grace, with respect. This was a gladiator who you could watch until the end of your days. But more importantly—

“Him,” You whispered, “I want him as my bodyguard.”

The surrender of Aptonetus invoked the voting procedure, the crowd to decide his fate. The newly victorious gladiator took in the Coliseum, sword still pointed, to watch the people make clear their desire. Overwhelmingly, they turned their thumbs down.

Kill him, they decided. 

The veteran gladiator glanced around, bewildered at the booing of an audience that had once chanted his name. While watching the vote of the crowd, the victor turned to gaze at the dais, hazel eyes locking on yours. He tilted his head in question, And you? He seemed to say.

A slow smile bloomed across your face, his breath catching. In all his years at the gladiatorial school, he had never gotten to see the famed princess of the Empire. Finally being in your otherworldly presence—he understood the enchantment, the popularity, even the songs he had heard performed in your honour. 

You nodded and winked conspiratorially at him (his chest swelled a little with male pride at that), decidedly pointing your thumb down. 

Kill him indeed. 

The moment isn’t lost on Aptonetus and he uses the distraction to fling sand up into the victor’s eyes. The man stumbles back and Aptonetus tackles him to the ground, a brawl ensuing. The crowd’s gasps are lost on you as you stand abruptly, fixated on the two men grappling in the sand. Sweat-slicked limbs and golden helms wrestle around, making it difficult to determine who has the upper hand. Sand flings up around them while officials rush over to separate the two. 

Your heart is in your throat, hands clasped tightly in front of your chest.

In a move your eyes are too slow to follow, the young gladiator manages to pin Aptonetus beneath him, thick thighs straddling his lower back. Aptonetus’s face is in the sand, sputtering as he tries to raise himself off of the ground. He roars in defiance, but the sound is cut off by the slick sound of a dagger sinking into the base of his skull. The victor digs the blade in until the gladiator beneath him is no longer twitching. 

The officials arrive just as the chaos ends, the victor already having lifted himself from Aptonetus’s dead body. His hazel gaze is severe through his helm as he stares at the corpse, fists clenched at having to unnecessarily take a life. 

Before your father can step up to offer his congratulations, you shift to the front of the dais, the Empror’s protests falling on deaf ears.

 “Glorious victor!” His head snaps over to you, his brain quickly bypassing his shock to approach where you stand. The man kneels before you, his head bowed. 

“Let us hear it for the Lord of Bloodshed and his marvellous display!” The audience booms in response, just as enamoured with the man’s craft as you were. 

You lower your voice, your words only for him now, “What is your name?”

He looks up at you, reverence colouring his tone, “Cassian, Your Highness.”

“Cassian,” The name delectably rolls off your tongue, his jaw clenching at the ease with which it leaves your lips. He wants to hear you say it a million more times. “Do take off your helmet Cassian.”

Cassian ripped his helmet off with haste, placing it on the sand beside him. Your chest constricts at the face of the living Adonis before you. Sweaty thick locks fell around his angular, flushed face. Dark lashes frame earnest hazel eyes, near molten in the sun. Stubble lightly covered his strong jaw, his pink lips pulling back to reveal a stellar grin you couldn’t help but match. 

Once again, you raise your voice, “It is with this laurel wreath,” An attendant quickly brought over the leafy crown, “That I congratulate you on your triumph today. You will be rightfully compensated with the rewards your contract stipulates.”

You took the wreath and gently placed it on his head, his heated gaze never leaving yours. 

“I’m sure I will see you soon, Cassian.”

His breath hitched, eyes searching your face, “I hope so, Princess.”

Your light chuckle had his cheeks pinking, the flush only spreading down his chest once you pat his sweat-damp head, “No need for hope, Cassian. I’ll get what I want.”

With that, you stepped away, Cassian’s heavy stare burning into you. You addressed the crowd a final time, “To Cassian! Our newest victor!”

The crowd began to chant his name, and you returned to your seat, already scheming how to convince your father that Cassian would be your perfect bodyguard.

Final Notes: Part 2? Let me know what you think :) 

Fun History Facts—Voting to pardon a gladiator was a real thing that was done in the event of surrender. Mark Antony had a troupe of gladiators as his personal bodyguard and other upper-class citizens would also hire gladiators at times. A tiro is a gladiator fighting his first-ever public match. Aptonetus was a real gladiator! Much like his fictional counterpart, he was a veteran who was defeated by a newcomer, Spiculus. Cassian is loosely inspired by both Spiculus and Marcus Atilius, some of the more famous gladiators. Ok, the history lesson is now over.

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Psychosomatic Freedom (To Your Head)

(Beetlejuice x Reader)

Summary: Renting out the spare bedroom in the Maitland/Deetz mansion was wacky enough when you found out you’d be living with real life ghosts, but things only got more intense when a certain demon was thrown into the mix as well. Not only does he pride himself on annoying you whenever you’re busy, but he chooses to do so in ways that make you regrettably very horny for him. You do well at keeping your flustered reactions under control when you’re around him, but please try to remember that he WILL appear if you say his name three times, no matter the context or intent.

Word Count: 13,840

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: horny demon escapades, a dash of praise kink, even smaller dash of humiliation kink if you squint, beetlejuice being a bastard but he also whimpers, hurt/comfort, emotionally vulnerable handjobs, afab reader (no gendered terms are used aside from beej referring to reader’s “tits” bc of him being the way that he is), tried to limit my use of (y/n) but it is in there, monster fangs/tongues, overuse of bj’s mood ring hair, beetlejuice is so annoying that he loops back around into being majorly fuckable

Author’s Note: it’s finally happened. i’ve been meaning to write this fic for years, and i finally gathered the willpower to write it all out. i don’t know if i properly followed the post-musical summoning rules but tbh i just wrote this bc i wanna fuck beetlejuice and i didn’t do a lot of lore checking, apologies. i hope y’all enjoy regardless, this demon needs to be dommed so bad and i was more than happy to provide the scenario. anyways, you know the drill: if you’re good with all the tags and are 18+, please enjoy!

You can’t clearly remember the moment you realized that taking up residence in the Maitland/Deetz household was going to be more than you bargained for. The living family was eccentric enough, let alone the fact that they were currently cohabiting with a friendly ghost family. You had to be willing to accept a lot of zany things very quickly when you went in to sign the paperwork to rent out the mansion’s spare bedroom, and you’d say that you’ve taken everything in stride so far, all things considered. Charles and Delia Deetz were nice enough and stayed out of your business just as you did with theirs. They had been a bit strapped for cash after their investment in a gated neighborhood fell through, and it seemed as though they were happy enough to make some money off of renting out their guest bedroom to a sane person who mostly kept to themself. It was a win for everyone, so you got along just fine. Their daughter, Lydia Deetz, was less into staying out of your way, but she wasn’t rude about it by any means. She seemed to just be an eccentric teen who was curious about the person living in her house, and you’d gladly indulge her out-of-the-box conversation topics about the newest death metal bands and join her for an occult ritual or two. Classic teen stuff.

Of course, sharing a house with a living family was one thing, but adding a ghost family to the mix definitely livened things up (ironically). Adam and Barbara Maitland, also known as the previous owners of the house who had suffered a tragic premature death, were not what you expected from real life ghosts. It’s hard to say what you did expect when that bombshell was dropped on you, but it definitely wasn’t two polite suburban Millennials that felt more like a caricature of a couple you’d meet at a vegan farmers’ market than restless spirits haunting their old house. It was a wild day when you met them, assuming that Lydia was having a bit of fun with you when she’d ominously warned you that their house was haunted. But no, she was certainly not, as the couple took your moving-in day as their chance to formally introduce themselves. You didn’t actually believe that they were truly dead until Adam walked through a wall for you days later. Despite being slightly bummed that they didn’t look like the classic ghost with little wispy tails for feet, you were also a bit relieved that, although ghosts definitively exist, they can be just as friendly and unremarkable as any human. Not to say it as a knock against them, you actually found yourself hanging out with the Maitlands more than anyone else in the house. Against all odds, they were the most normal and down-to-earth ones in the whole household, and you were grateful to have them as housemates.

You got to hear all about how they got to the living arrangement they had now, and if you weren’t already rooming with ghosts, you’d have considered it too unbelievable to be true. But you’re glad to hear how well everyone seems to be doing with this new living arrangement, especially Lydia, who it seems had a really rough time of it right after her mom died. All things considered, you were beginning to really enjoy living in such a crazy house with such colorful personalities around you, all unique but living in harmony. Well. At least until he showed up.

You’d been warned that he does this from time to time. Part of their story told how he went from full-on antagonist to the weird uncle of the family, now popping in whenever he felt like it, often unannounced. He always claimed it was just to check in on his favorite mixed-life family, but in reality, it was mostly just to bother everybody.

As long as you live and die, you’ll never forget the first time he’d made one of his surprise visits after you’d moved in. You’d been sitting alone at the long dining room table, minding your own business as you typed away at important work on your laptop, fully lost in your task. Important files for your work lined your screen, all perfectly organized and sorted through after a long day’s work. But then, with no warning, your laptop’s display had changed to a blue screen, causing your eyes to widen in horror as you realized that it had fully died on you and probably lost all of your progress. You felt yourself choke out a horrible sound of despair, before a hand seemingly appeared from nowhere and pulled the blue screen back as though furling up a classroom projector screen, revealing your undisturbed desktop behind it.

“Woah, that was almost a really expensive mistake,” a gruff but playful voice laughed, coming from right next to you. “I forget how touchy technology can be when it comes to spirit energy. My bad, heh.”

You had whipped your head to the side to see a disheveled-looking man with bright green hair dressed in a black-and-white striped suit that looked like it needed to be washed and dry cleaned about 10 years ago. He was grimy, but almost purposefully grimy. Like it was part of his aesthetic. You’d seen some wild happenings in this house, but the sudden materialization of this random weird guy in the dining room was the first to leave you speechless.

“W-what…how…you just….” If first impressions truly were everything, he’d surely always think of you as the pinnacle of eloquence.

The stranger grinned at your reaction, obviously a bit pleased with himself. “No words, huh? Wouldn’t be the first time, I do tend to inspire that reaction in people. My undeniable charms aside, who are you? Some long-lost Deetz cousin visiting from WhoTheFuckKnowsVille or something?”

You finally regained enough of your speech abilities to respond just in time. “Uh, no. Just…renting the spare bedroom. No relation.” There was a moment of silence as he looked at you inquisitively, before you remembered your manners. “Um, I’m (Y/N). Am I right to assume that you’re Beetlejuice?” Hey, why do I need to have manners after he almost just fried my laptop? Your bitter thoughts go unfortunately unanswered.

He looked positively elated at your words, his dark eyes visibly lighting up as he sidled up next to you in your chair, ignoring the fact that it was clearly only made for one person. “Oh, wonderful! I get to skip the charades part with you. You’re already my new favorite person just for that, you don’t know how much I hate playing guessing games when the answer hasn’t changed in hundreds of years. But yes, that’s my name, don’t wear it out. Unless you want to see me. Then all you gotta do is say it three times in a row, and I’m there, baby. Morning or night, rain or shine.” Boy, this guy talks a lot.

You nodded slowly, still bewildered. “Ah, alright. Sounds good. Did you…need anything?” You couldn’t, for the life of you, get an idea of what Beetlejuice would be doing here.

He huffed noncommittally. “Well, usually I come around to see everyone here, since the Netherworld gets reeeaaaalllly boring. But lately, Lydia’s gone so much at school, and my old flames Adam and Barbara don’t always have time for lil ol’ me anymore…” He made a pitiful little face and rested his head on your shoulder, acting like a kicked dog. Despite his bad manners and lack of personal space, you felt a piece of yourself feel bad for the demon. Looking back, that was your first mistake.

“Hey, don’t be upset. I know we just met, but if you come by and nobody’s here, I could always…hang out? For a bit?” And that was mistake number two.

His full demeanor shifted in an instant, as though you’d activated a switch on him that could never be turned off. “Really? You’d spend time? With me?” For a demon, he did have very effective puppy dog eyes. If you weren’t locked in on what you said before, you had to be now, looking him in the eye as he turned his full body towards you, inches from your face.

“Sure, I’m usually just hanging out around the house getting work done anyway. I could use a little company sometimes.” It felt more like you were talking yourself into this decision rather than him.

“Oh friend, you won’t regret it! We’ll have such a nice time together, I can just feel it. Don’t ask where, heh.” He pulled out a small business card from thin air and slid it smoothly between your fingers. “And remember babes, you want me, you just call my name. I wouldn’t keep someone as smokin’ as you waiting. Not like I have a choice.” Snickering to himself, he’d disappeared in a flash, leaving you with your head spinning as you wondered exactly what you’d agreed to.

As time passed, you found that you didn’t even need to call his name for Beetlejuice to show up in the middle of your day and start pestering you. Eventually, it got to a point where, even when the other members of the family were around, he’d still choose to hang around you over them at times. After a good while, you got to a point where you nearly forgot that calling his name three times would summon him due to how often he popped in of his own volition with no warning at all. And somehow, he only ever seemed to do this on days where you had something that really needed to get done, never just on a day where you were already lazing about on the couch and eating snacks. No, instead, he acted like a bored cat with no sense of responsibility whose only goal was to distract you, and it’s a goal that he prided himself in succeeding at through various methods. Turning your pencil into a baby sandworm, making the keys on your laptop keyboard detach and float away, grabbing whatever you’re working on and zipping it up in a pocket dimension for a few minutes. One time, he straight up ate an important stack of papers from your desk whole because you weren’t looking when he told you he was about to do a cool trick. Anything to rile you up and steal your attention for a bit.

You find yourself in another situation like that on today of all days, when you’re swamped in assignments and don’t have a moment to spare. You can already feel his unseen eyes watching you as you sit hunched over your large desk-vanity, checking out what you’re up to before he acts. You’ve developed almost a sixth sense for detecting him when he’s invisible at this point, but somehow knowing that he’s secretly here just makes your heart race faster. There’s no feeling quite like trying to predict the first move of a master scarer while he’s in the room, but you quickly decide to put a stop to it today.

“I know you’re there, Beetlejuice,” you say, clear and stern. It would really emphasize how serious and non-playful you’re feeling today, if not for the way the corners of your mouth turn upwards of their own accord. Fight though you might, your body always gives away how much you enjoy the little games you two play. You allow your eyes to slowly wander away from your glowing laptop screen to stare at the large mirror in front of you, hoping to catch a glimpse of his figure lurking behind you and catch him before he can put whatever plan he has into action. Just as you’re scanning the reflection for anything that seems off, your vision is engulfed by a sharp toothy grin manifesting in front of you from within the mirror.

“Boo.”

He can barely get the first syllable out uninterrupted before you’re screaming and jumping back so far that you nearly fall backwards out of your chair, only catching your balance at the last moment. You turn your fiery gaze up to his smug face, still sticking halfway out of your mirror.

“You rat bastard!” You’re panting so hard that you can’t even think of a clever insult for him outside of playground swears, which only seem to egg him on.

He flutters his eyelashes innocently. “Aww, you liked it that much? Well, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. There’s plenty more where that came from, heh.” He sticks a long, snake-like striped tongue out of his mouth as if to cheekily punctuate his statement.

Despite yourself, you feel your face beginning to flush at his suggestive behavior and turn your back on the mirror to conceal your expression. You don’t want to admit it, but over the past few months, you had developed an issue even bigger than the simple annoyance of a demon constantly pestering you: you found yourself feeling really attracted to Beetlejuice’s stupid face and mannerisms. Even though he was insufferable, he was also undeniably cute and charismatic in a strange way, and he always managed to get you riled up in more ways than one through his teasing. This would only make you all the more bothered by his antics, which in turn would make him want to press your buttons even more. It was a vicious cycle that only ever ended up in you feeling a unique mix of irritated and hot under the collar after he left. Why, why was I cursed with attraction to this rude little gremlin man? He’s gross, and crude, and annoying…and yet.

You wrinkle your nose to dismiss your thoughts, still looking away from Beetlejuice. “So did you come just to make sure I don’t get these assignments turned in on time, or what?”

“Or…what.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him slide out of the mirror like a long snake, coming back up to full height standing next to your chair. “You know how lonely I get in the stupid Netherworld, so checking up on my faaaavorite little breather is a great way to fill my social meter.” He gets a little too close to your ear, stretching out that “favorite” into almost a growl, and you practically stop breathing trying to minimize the shiver that overtakes your body. Fuck this guy’s stupid sexy voice.

Hoping he didn’t notice your reaction, you turn your body to face him and stand up from your chair defiantly, face to face with his usual shit-eating grin. “What, you just don’t talk to anybody else in this house anymore? It feels like you only ever visit me nowadays, and I really have no idea what I’ve done to be cursed with the privilege of being your favorite human.”

Beetlejuice looks up thoughtfully, as though truly trying to figure out how this relationship came to be, bringing his face closer still to yours. “Well, you are the only person who’s ever voluntarily offered to spend quality time with me.” The answer is so earnest and straightforward, it steals the next witty retort from your lips and you just gawk at him, inches away. His eyes quickly dart down. “Hm, plus, you do have the best tits I’ve seen in a few centuries.” There it is.

You roll your eyes and groan, gently pushing his face away from you with your entire hand, only for him to lick a long stripe down your palm with his tongue. “Ugh, you are so gross!” You relent and move to wipe your hand on your shirt instead.

“Only for you, babes,” he coos with half-lidded eyes.

“That is demonstrably false.”

“Ok fine, how about: especially for you?”

“Well, it’s closer to the truth at least.” You fold your arms and cock your head. “What did you wanna do, then?”

“Oh, you should know better than to give me so much control here, (Y/N). There’s a lotta things I’d like to do with you.” He runs his tongue over fanged teeth teasingly, causing your heart to race once again. Beetlejuice really is a demon without a doubt, because he’s perfectly created my own personal hell. He must be some kind of divine punishment for my wrongdoings. A sexy demon who flirts with me endlessly, and I have to just be normal about it because there’s no way he’s serious. Maybe I burned down orphanages in a past life to deserve this.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’d probably turn me inside out or something fucked up if you got the freedom of choice. I’ll pick, then.” You quickly scan your brain for the quickest, most painless way to get him out of your hair. “How about a game?”

His face lights up with mischief. “Twister?”

“No,” you respond flatly.

“Spin the bottle?”

“No.”

“Hungry Hungry Hippos?”

“N-what? How is that even-“

“Oh, it’s not a euphemism, I just genuinely like that one.”

You sigh in defeat. “Ok, no to all of those. I was thinking more along the lines of The Quiet Game. You sit over there and be quiet, and I sit over here and get my work done, and if you stay quiet the whole time, we can watch a movie or something afterwards.” You say all of this knowing very well that it’s a pipe dream. Even if he were to be totally silent, Beetlejuice would have no problem finding new and inventive ways to torment you. He’s quite talented at that, as both of you are keenly aware.

Upon hearing your proposal, Beetlejuice furrows his brow and wrinkles his nose in a way similar to a petulant child about to throw a tantrum. “The Quiet Game? Are you serious, I-hmph, well, I can tell when I’m not wanted! I don’t need your pity games, I have plenty of exciting and important work things to do myself, like…um. Well, I’d have to check my dossier, but I’m sure there’s plenty of ‘em!” He spins away from you dramatically, drooping his shoulders to appear more pathetic. It works, unfortunately.

Your gaze softens slightly as you take a step towards him. “Beej, c’mon, it’s not that I don’t wanna hang out, I just really need to finish-“

“Yeah, yeah, human work, I know it.” He whirls around to poke at your chest accusingly. “Well, don’t let me be a roadblock to you, Professor Workaholic. I’ll remove myself from your esteemed presence. Just don’t come crawling back to me when you’ve worked yourself to death! I’ll be too busy. Filing shit. Or whatever.” His voice warbles at the end, and you’re not entirely sure if he’s doing it on purpose or not. He’s not the easiest guy to read, though you do think you catch a flash of purple streaking its way through his otherwise green hair. Without giving you time to respond, Beetlejuice pulls out a pair of scissors and snips a long hole in reality, stepping through it with one last pitiful look at you before flipping you off and stitching it up behind him, causing it to blip out of existence.

Just like that, he’s gone, and you quickly realize that you may not have wanted this outcome as much as you’d thought. He’s a bit abrasive, but he’s not wrong. A break would’ve been good for me, and spending time with him is always…a lot, but never boring. We always have fun together. You groan to yourself, frustrated that your brain has decided to come around only after Beetlejuice had already dipped. Damn, I shouldn’t have let him leave.

Seeing no point in taking a break on your own, you sigh, sit back down, and attempt to keep trucking through your work. It’s mind-numbingly dull, and you keep finding your brain wandering off to thoughts of Beetlejuice. His poor little demon schtick really does work, I can’t stand to think about how sad he looked as he was leaving. His big, expressive eyes…how cute and proud of himself he looked after successfully scaring me earlier…his pointy tongue running across those sharp fangs. Fuck… You find yourself blushing at the mere memory of that last one, your conscious mind pleading that you stop finding it as sexy as you do. But try as you may, there’s no changing the fact that Beetlejuice’s playful antics paired with his handsome face have spelled your doom. You’re down bad, worked up, and all alone. Well, looks like this work won’t be getting done because of Beetlejuice even without him here. Fuck it.

Giving in to your body’s demands, you stand up from the desk chair and head over to your bed, taking your pants off on the way and tossing them haphazardly into a corner to start gathering wrinkles. You have bigger things on your mind at the moment; specifically, imagining what Beetlejuice’s long tongue might feel like dragging across your skin. Feeling goosebumps beginning to rise already, you recline onto the bed and slip your hand into your underwear, wasting no time as you begin rubbing slow circles into your clit. You’re almost embarrassed at the fact that you’re already fairly wet just from thinking about him, but then again, it’s not really that surprising. Ok, yeah, this is exactly what I needed. Well, maybe not exactly. If it was perfect, he’d really be here fucking me. The mere idea of that causes your fingers to speed up their ministrations, attempting to replicate the pleasure your mind is imagining in real time. You’ve been here before, touching yourself at the thought of having sex with that demon, but it’s starting to happen more often than you’d care to admit.

Ignoring your inner voice of shame, you focus your whole energy on getting yourself off, your hips twitching involuntarily as you continue. You’re audibly panting at this point, chasing your release at a fast pace. No need for slow pleasantries, this is just about me relieving some tension. Once I’m done, maybe I’ll actually be able to focus on something besides him. Maybe.

After a short while, you can quickly feel your release approaching as you continue to think of him. You’re so close, you can tell that you’re starting to lose yourself. You imagine his big brown eyes looking up at you, expression clouded with lust. “Mm, Beetlejuice…” His pointed fangs scraping your inner thighs… “Beetlejuice…” His lewd face as you suck his cock... “Beetlejuice!”

“Well, well, well, look who decided to come crawling ba-“

Pulled from the brink, you practically jump straight up in the air from where you lay in bed as you hear a familiar voice, too authentic to be fantasy. You snap your head up to see Beetlejuice standing at the foot of your bed, eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them and streaks of hot pink just starting to tint his hair.

You quickly regain your senses and pull up the covers. “B-BEETLEJUICE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Beetlejuice, however, is not as fast on the recovery. “I…you…” Slack-jawed and speechless, he stutters out a few syllables that somewhat resemble words before shaking his head as if to clear his brain. “H-hang on, you’re the one who summoned me!”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, I…” Your world suddenly comes crashing down on you with the weight of a thousand bricks. “…did. Oh, God, I did…” Your face begins to turn red hot, the obvious implications of this scenario making you want to pass away on the spot. Nope, not even death would help me get out of this one.

You can practically see the gears in Beetlejuice’s head turning, albeit slowly. “You…you summoned me? You called out my name three times. While…” The sudden lightbulb moment is very visible as his hand moves to cover his mouth and dozens more streaks of neon pink suddenly overtake his hair, his face darkening to match. For a moment, you worry that you’ve broken him, only for the demon to finally meet your gaze with a goofy grin that only spreads wider by the moment. “You like me, don’t you?”

“Obviously, dipshit!” You grab a decorative pillow from next to you and toss it at his head, which he easily dodges. You can only think to react with righteous indignation, despite the fact that this situation really is entirely your fault. Probably a defense mechanism to shield yourself from the fact that you’d really love to melt into a puddle on the floor right now.

Beetlejuice, on the other hand, seems far more elated about this than you’d ever expected, practically jumping around for joy. “You do! You really do like me! And it’s gotta be a lot, considering the fact that you like me enough to call out my name when you masturbate, heh. Do you do that often, or did I just do really well at seducing you today?” He strikes a mock sexy pose as if to prove his point.

Despite the added embarrassment of him calling you out so easily, you sit up straighter and raise an eyebrow inquisitively. “You’re…not mad?”

Beetlejuice looks practically bewildered at the very notion. “Me? Mad? Why would I be mad? I’ve been flirting with you so hard that I was offering to drop your panties since the day we met, and you think I’d be mad to see that you wanted it to happen just as bad as I did? Wow, you humans really are funny sometimes.”

“Wait, you were being serious? I thought you acted like that with everyone.”

He opens his mouth to defend himself, closes it after a moment of silence, and then moves to coyly rub his neck instead. “Ok, yeah, when you put it like that, I can see where the confusion comes in here. But yes, I meant everything I said! And I mean everything, babes.” He waggles his eyebrows for ridiculous punctuation.

You blink up at him in shock. No fucking way this is happening. No way is this demon freely admitting that he wants to have sex with me right back, no jokes anywhere to be seen. This must be a dream.

But Beetlejuice is still standing at the end of your bed, real as ever, and beginning to look more than a little bit antsy. “So, um…you gonna invite me to join you, or just make me watch? ‘Cuz to be honest, I, uh, wouldn’t hate either outcome here, so long as I can stay.”

You have a decision to make. You could say his name three times right now to banish him and never speak of this incident again as long as you both shall live and die, or you could finally get to live out the fantasies that have been plaguing you ceaselessly as of late. In the end, it isn’t even really a choice when the best answer is so easily clear.

Your eyes flick up to meet his. “Come here. On your knees.”

Beetlejuice’s face lights up at this command. “Oho, you don’t have to ask me twice!” With that, he practically dives to the floor at your bedside, looking up at you expectantly.

You smile slightly, turning to face Beetlejuice and slide your lower torso out from under the sheets to hang your legs off the side of the bed. Before he can say something lewd, you move to cup his face with your hands. Immediately, he seems taken aback at your gentle action from the stunned, blinking look on his face. Smiling softly, you begin rubbing his beard with your thumbs in a way that makes his eyes roll back into his head a bit. Boy, is he touch-starved. Let’s fix that.

Without another word, you lean in and bring your lips to his, giving him a fairly sweet kiss that he absolutely melts into. You never would’ve expected it of a demon, but Beetlejuice really does have the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, and returns the energy you give him tenfold. It’s pretty cute how much a simple kiss seems to affect him, and you aren’t complaining as you feel his sharp teeth scrape your lips, either. You part your lips a bit to allow his tongue entrance, and he accepts the invitation immediately. His inhumanly long tongue slips in your mouth, wrapping around and rubbing against your tongue almost like a tentacle or other complex appendage. You scrunch up your face at the intrusion, not bad, but strange how it feels as though it’s investigating your mouth of its own accord, prodding and rubbing at you. It’s definitely different from kissing a regular human, but it’s pretty hot, so you’re not complaining by any means. After a few moments, you feel the need to break away and come up for air, panting for breath while Beetlejuice just kneels there in front of you motionless, like he’s just had a particularly amazing out-of-body experience.

After getting a good amount of air into your lungs, you give a small fond smile at his flustered demeanor. “Oh, Beetlejuice, I’m sorry I was so dismissive of you earlier,” you soothe, moving one hand to stroke his neon hair. “You were really just looking out for me, weren’t you?”

He audibly gulps. “Y-yeah…”

“Aw, you really are sweet. I shouldn’t have been so mean to you, baby.”

The more affectionate words you say, the less composed he is as he speaks, made clear by his bright red face and dopey grin. “Heh, s’okay…I kinda like it when you’re mean to me…” Beetlejuice averts his gaze and sinks his face into your hand as he says this. His words are so muffled that they’re almost unintelligible, but you manage to make them out just fine.

“Oh? You do? You really like it when I’m mean to you?” He nods his head quickly, still looking down in embarrassment. Well, this is already going better than I could’ve ever hoped. “Hm, I think I can do that for you. How about you show me how good that tongue really feels, to start off?” You spread your legs suggestively, his head at the perfect level.

Beetlejuice bites his lip in anticipation, his shyness melting away as he’s reminded of getting you off. “Oh yeah, I’ll show you, alright. You have no idea what you’re in for, babes. I’m well-known for my skills in this field, you’ll have the time of y-mmph!” His blathering is interrupted by you grabbing the black tie that hangs around his neck and tugging him closer to you with a swift motion, drawing a whimper from the demon.

“Can’t talk and eat pussy at the same time.”

“Mm, y-you underestimate my abilities…” Beetlejuice always has to have the last word, but he at least doesn’t waste any more time. Tentatively, he slides both of his clawed hands up from your knees to your inner thighs, spreading your legs a bit more to allow more room for his head to fit between them. Your underwear is still on, albeit completely soaked through, which he seems to note with a quiet smug look up at you. In one swift move, he hooks two clawed fingers from each hand around the narrowest strip of the fabric on the sides of your thighs and pulls the garment down slowly, never once breaking eye contact. You’re filled with a nerve-wracking sensation of nakedness as he does this, not just physically, but on a deeper level too. You never realized how deeply revealing it is to have someone watching your expression so shamelessly, gauging your exact reaction as he undresses you. It makes you feel transparent and fully see-through, like a ghost.

Finally, Beetlejuice slips your underwear off of your body fully, twirling it around one of his fingers in pride before pulling back and slingshotting it away with reckless abandon. Returning his head to rest right between your thighs, where there is nothing blocking him from his goal now. You half-expect a stupid remark now that he’s finally right where he’s been aching to be, but he takes you by surprise by just staring at your body in silent reverence for a moment. It’s almost eerie to hear such a long silence from Beetlejuice, who’s made it his full-time career to annoy you up to this point, but it’s kind of flattering at the same time. After a few beats, he seems to shake himself out of his own stupor and looks up at you with a more familiar lopsided smirk.

Before either of you can say anything, he seems to remember that he was given a job to do and begins to unfurl that tongue that you’ve been daydreaming so much about. At full length, it’s about a foot long, forked and striped, always looking like it’s moving of its own accord like a dark slimy tentacle. You’ve seen him loll it out before, so you know good and well what it looks like, but that was always when Beetlejuice was trying to entertain you by acting silly or creepy. In a situation like this, however, it was almost enough to make you feel faint. Consequences be damned, this is the best decision I’ve ever made.

Ever a creature of impatience, Beetlejuice leans down to lick a long, slow stripe starting at the bottom of your pussy and working his way to the top, right up the middle. As soon as he makes contact, you feel as though an electric shock has shot through your lower abdomen. The first thing that your mind registers is how surprisingly cold his tongue is. Sometimes you forget that he’s not a living human and doesn’t have the natural warmth that you’ve come to expect from people. Instead, his body has a natural chilliness to it, and you’ve wondered before if that’s a demon trait or just a Beetlejuice-specific quirk. Either way, the feeling of his long, cold tongue on your pussy is delightfully shocking enough to excite you even more than you could’ve ever expected. He gives another long lick and your hips buck in time without any input from your conscious mind, and you cover your mouth to stifle a moan. Is it just because I was already close, or is Beetlejuice’s tongue actually just the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life?

You don’t get much time to consider this, however, as Beetlejuice notices your full-body reaction, chuckles darkly, and quickly dives back in for more. This time, he’s in it to prove himself, pushing more of his long tongue out to efficiently swirl all around your pussy, going at a speed that would be impossible for a normal human with a normal-length tongue. It’s practically chaotic, but it feels so all-consumingly good that you throw your head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. You reach to grab at his hair, which only seems to spurn him on to move faster, his tongue practically spasming as it writhes against you. It brushes over your inner thighs, your entrance, your clit, practically all of the above at once because of its length, and it’s starting to bring you back to your precipice at an alarming rate.

“F-fuck, Beej…don’t stop, whatever you do, please...” You pull at his hair with more force, putting some power behind your command and drawing a needy whine from the demon. To his credit, he doesn’t stop, and seems to be doing his best to speed up his already-fast work.

If his expression is anything to go by, Beetlejuice seems to take a deep pride in how greatly he’s affecting you in such little time, and he whimpers out little words in between his ministrations. “You-“ He laps at your clit with his pointed tip. “Taste-“ He teases your entrance with the broad side of his tongue. “Delicious…” He draws most of his tongue back into his mouth, only to learn forward to suck on your clit with his whole mouth, his beard tickling your inner thighs as he does.

You’re beyond the point of words, but your thighs tighten around his head to wordlessly show him how close you are. You close your eyes to find a moment’s reprieve from the overstimulation, but when you reopen them, you inadvertently lock eyes with Beetlejuice as he continues to suckle at your clit. You’re blown away by the intense way he looks up at you; his eyelashes are obscuring his eyes in a way that makes him look absolutely beautiful, and weirdly enough, almost sweet and innocent at this angle. This is the moment when you distantly realize you’ve fully lost your mind, but you don’t have long to come to terms with your newfound insanity as your orgasm builds at an exponential rate. Suppressing a lewd sound, you grab fistfuls of his hair, grappling for any sort of leverage as your hips begin to buck against his face and your orgasm is suddenly crashing down on you with the force of a tidal wave. You lean down and wrap your arms around him for fear that you may topple over, still keeping the same tight grip on his hair, which causes his head to pull back forcefully and his face to turn upwards. Your nails dig into his scalp as you ride out the pleasure, eventually releasing his hair when you collapse against his form, your arms draping over his back and chest pressed to his head, feeling boneless and overwhelmingly good. You lean against him for a good few moments, trying to catch your breath and sit back up at the same time.

Beetlejuice stirs slightly beneath you. “No need to rush. I’m doing great right where I am right now. Really, take your time.” You raise an eyebrow, only to quickly realize that your chest is, in fact, pressed directly up against his face. You snort, but remain still for the moment. The only movements in your body are the intense thumps of your heart and the gentle stroking of your hands in Beetlejuice’s hair. After what feels like minutes, you finally pull away from him and prop yourself upright to survey the situation. Specifically, you take in eyefuls of the demon trembling below you, who is looking up at you with a hazy Cheshire grin, licking his lips and very obviously straining against his pants.

You grin salaciously down at where Beetlejuice kneels, reveling in how much you’ve already affected him. “Aw, I bet you’ve been so horny this whole time and still ate me out first without a word. What a good boy.”

His eyes widen. “Fuck, babes…” Beetlejuice openly palms at his clothed dick, making you start to feel warmth between your legs yet again. “S-say that again.”

“That’s not how you ask for something.”

His eyes dart downward as he lets out a shaky sound beneath you, then slowly tilts his head up to meet your gaze. “Please.” The way he whines out the plea is enough to get you a little bit drunk on power. Jesus Christ, this man is gonna be the death of me.

“That’s my good boy.” You hold back a shiver at his immediate and audible reaction. “You really must have wanted this for awhile, the way you’re doing everything I tell you to do so well.”

Beetlejuice moans softly, making no effort to stifle it. “W-well, you did summon me, doll. It’s my job now to make sure you’re totally happy with my work. So, whaddaya say…satisfied with my professional work ethic yet?” He sticks the tip of his tongue out teasingly, eyes lidded.

You giggle at his antics, just as present during sex as they are always. If anything, you’re impressed with his restraint since, so far, he hasn’t pulled any wild reality-bending nonsense to fuck with you while he’s…well, fucking you. “Oh, absolutely. I’d give you a five star review on LinkedIn, no doubt about it.”

He snickers, smiling so wide that his fangs are easily visible. “Hell yeah.”

Looking at him fondly, you move your right hand to untangle itself from his hair and move to scratch at his beard, which Beetlejuice leans into appreciatively. “But y’know, I’m not selfish. You seem a little worked up there, huh? I’d never leave my favorite demon to deal with that all by himself, especially after how good you were to me.” Your hand moves down from his beard, coming to rest on his chest. “How’s about it then, bug boy? You want my hands on your cock?”

Beetlejuice’s big brown eyes are as wide as saucers, and his hair is so vibrantly hot pink that you’re sure it would be blinding in better lighting. “Yes. Please. Oh God, (Y/N), I need you so bad. If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna die and go to whatever’s after the Netherworld, I’m serious.”

“Well, I definitely don’t want that!” You sigh fondly at his dramatics, then pat the space on the bed next to you. “Come on up, I want you right here with me. And lose some of those clothes on the trip up, you’re making me feel underdressed for the occasion.”

“Y-yeah, I can do that.” He wasn’t lying, you really don’t have to ask him twice. He immediately begins shrugging off his iconic striped jacket and slips his suspenders from his shoulders, leaving only his partially-unbuttoned undershirt and tie on below it. He crawls up onto the bed and sits back next to you, mirroring your posture with an air that’s much more shy. Once he’s up, he unbuttons his striped pants and pulls them down enough for his growing erection to be free of their confines, though still trapped in his underwear (also striped, points for staying true to theme). You’d have expected Beetlejuice to be overly confident and full of himself in a situation like this, but now that you’re both in it, this reality-bending, all-powerful demon looks…small. Nervous. Averting your gaze. You feel a need to reassure him overtake you.

“Hey, Beetlejuice? You alright? I know I talk big, but…we don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.” You rest a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Beetlejuice snaps his head up towards you with a wary expression. “No, it’s not that I…I mean, it’s just that…even though I say it, I’ve never…really…” He pauses his jumbled words to collect his thoughts. “It’s different…to have attention on yourself…I guess.” He sighs in frustration and looks away. “Ugh, this is ridiculous. I do want this, I swear I do. I’m just being…stupid.”

“Hey, this isn’t stupid. I’m serious, don’t say that.” You never would’ve expected this level of self-doubt and anxiety from the demon that literally held everybody else in this house captive during a temper tantrum once, but it just goes to show you can’t judge a book by its war crimes. “What can I do to make it better?”

Beetlejuice looks back to you with a vulnerable expression that you wouldn’t have thought him capable of. “Just…keep doing what you normally do, I guess. Like I said, the problem here is me.” He’s quiet for a contemplative moment. “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud, so if you ever tell anybody, I’ll feed you alive to a sandworm. For real.”

“I won’t, I promise.” You cross your heart for good measure, making his eyes soften their wary gaze.

“Ok, the thing is, most people have never really…liked me. I know, I couldn’t believe it either, heh. But it’s true, everyone that’s ever summoned me has just used me up for my power and hated me the whole time while doing it. Even if I tried to roll over and do whatever it took to appeal to them, it never worked, so I figured, might as well just do whatever I want if they’ll hate me either way. So that’s what I’ve done, and it made me kinda…not like me, either. I mean, my own mother thought I was a disappointment, so that’s pretty pathetic, right? The closest I got to a friendship was when Lydia summoned me, but I went and messed that up, too. But…” He pushes his forehead against your shoulder so he won’t have to look you in the eye, purple quickly overtaking his hair. “You seemed to like being around me, right? At least a little bit? And I guess I just didn’t want you to see all of me and decide you…didn’t like it, like everyone else. It’s one thing if I do something for you, but I guess it’s…weirdly scarier to let you do things for me. If you do, it’s like I’m not being…useful, or something. See, you can see how ridiculous this sounds, so that’s why it’s just a me being dumb problem.”

You stay quiet for a moment, taking in Beetlejuice’s first words from vulnerable standpoint with you. You don’t want to say the wrong thing and make him regret ever opening up, so you ponder all of the occasions that you’ve spent time with him and bring your hands up to pet his head reassuringly. He can get on my nerves, but for all of his button pushing, I always look forward to his company. He’s silly, and fun, and even unexpectedly sweet at times. “Well…I can agree that it’s a you being wrong problem, at least. Because I do love being around you, Beetlejuice. And I’m sorry that people have made you feel less-than in the past, but I think they’re idiots for missing out on the fun of getting to know you. You don’t need to be “useful” to keep me from leaving, I want to do nice things for you too, no conditions attached. I like you. I want you. You’re perfect as you are.” You press a tender kiss to his forehead.

If Beetlejuice disagrees, he doesn’t say. Instead, he pushes his face into the crook of your neck, trembling enough that you can feel it against your body. “I love you.”

You try to hide how taken aback you are by his words, electing to wrap your arms around him to conceal it. “I love you too.” And the two of you stay just like that for an impossible to determine amount of time, just holding each other gently. You feel wetness against your neck but say nothing and silently hope that you’re doing this right. He loves me. He really said it himself.

After some time, Beetlejuice pulls back and you can finally look at that cute face you’re so fond of again. His expression is sheepish and his hair painted in a gradient of light pink to magenta, tinges of purple confined to the tips of his hair at this point. “Sorry, I ruined the mood there. Not a lotta guys can have a breakdown with their pants down, but as you can see, I am a man of many talents.” His voice is soft, but sounding steadier and more comfortable than it did a few moments before.

You chuckle softly. “Hey, you didn’t ruin anything. I still had no plans of using you for myself only to leave you high and dry.”

“Heh, you mean it?”

“Of course, I mean, as long as you’re up for it.”

“Oh hell yeah, I can bare my soul and still be horny. I can multitask.” A familiar grin lights up his face at the sound of your laughter, his usual personality returning to him bit by bit.

“Good, I still had a lot of things I wanted to do with you. But seriously, if you change your mind at any point, please just tell me. I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself, so if you’re not ready, that’s ok.” Part of you realizes that he’s an all-powerful demon who could easily put a stop to anything at a moment’s notice if he felt like it, but another part told you to be extra kind and considerate with him. You want him to know that although he could forcibly end anything he disliked with his powers, he didn’t have to feel the need to use force. You would always respect the power of his words just as much.

He raises his eyebrows. “Heh, look at you, caring about me ‘n’ shit. That works for me, but what, are you plannin’ on tying me up and blindfolding me? Some real kinky shibari shit?”

You pretend to think about it, tapping your chin. “Hm, maybe not this time.” You begin kissing along Beetlejuice’s jawline, stubble scratching at your face as you do. You take the moment to scooch the two of you away from the edge and closer to the center of the bed, with him sitting up against your pillows. Once he’s comfortable, you crawl over to straddle his lap, causing him to groan out a beautiful sound below you. You finally remove your top, ridding yourself of your last piece of clothing before getting to work on him.

“Nice,” Beetlejuice half-whispers, having been watching you slowly peel your shirt off as though he were studying for a test.

“Hey, sounds like I might’ve secured myself that five star review too.”

“Oh fuck yeah, by tits alone. Don’t get me started on everything else, they haven’t even invented a grading scale that goes that high yet.”

You giggle, leaning down to softly kiss his lips and scratch at his beard. Beetlejuice immediately melts to your touch and tilts his head up, giving you easy access to begin trailing downward slowly with your kisses. You move to place kisses along his neck, drinking in the soft sounds that are forming in his throat and causing your lips to vibrate ever so slightly from the rumbles beneath them. Taking your sweet time, you kiss down to just above his collarbone and begin loosening his tie to get at him better. Once it’s wide enough, you slip it overtop his head and let it fall onto the sheets, then you unbutton the last few buttons of his undershirt so that that can slide off of his shoulders as well. Mimicking him from earlier, you chuck the shirt away haphazardly with a satisfied grin.

“Hey, watch the suit, doll,” he quips, with absolutely no bite behind the words. If anything, he just seems a bit breathless. I didn’t think he needed to breathe. Is he just doing that to egg me on?

“I’d rather watch what’s under it, thanks.” You scrunch up your nose playfully and return to your barrage of kisses, happy to now have his bare torso to work with.

“Wow. I’d normally roll my eyes at that, but I’m actually kinda flattered that you’re using lines that are so dumb, they sound like they came from me.”

“Yeah, your Beetlejuice-isms are contagious.” Without his suit, you can better admire that his stomach and arms are a good mix of soft and round and chubby but also pretty strong, giving him a really cute body that you’re getting a bit sick of not having your hands on. Immediately moving to rectify the situation, you pepper kisses and lightly suckle along Beetlejuice’s collarbone. You relish in the heavy rise and fall of his chest under you before moving downward to flick your tongue across his nipple. You’re immediately rewarded with a high-pitched gasp as he arches his back slightly, sending you the cutest pleading look right after. You’re unsure if he’s aware of how strong that kind of positive reinforcement is, but he’ll probably figure it out quickly since you’re already dragging your tongue across his nipple again, bringing one hand up to brace yourself against his bicep and trailing the other down his stomach with one slow, featherlight touch.

Beetlejuice snorts out a giggle between his more lewd sounds and covers his stomach protectively. “H-hey, careful now, I’m ticklish…and add that to the list of things you are not allowed to share with anyone, ever, under any circumstances.”

You chuckle. “I promise.” He looks utterly unconvinced but just pouts his lip wordlessly in embarrassment. I’m really not sure if he knows how cute he is and uses it to his advantage or if this just comes naturally to him. Either option is pretty scary. You move your hand back farther down still to finally graze the top of his clothed dick, fingertips dancing lightly against his strained underwear as you move to fully suck on his other nipple.

“Ughh, you’re such a tease,” he chokes out, moving to cover his face with one hand.

You frown. “Hey, don’t hide from me. It’s not fair if you get to look me in the eye while eating my pussy if I can’t do the same for you when I’m being a cocktease.” Begrudgingly, he grumbles something unintelligible and moves his arm out of his face, looking down at you with faux irritation, causing your smile to only widen. “Wow, your face is almost brighter than your hair right now. Wonder what made that happen.” As you speak, you drag your fingers down his shaft with even more pressure, causing him to make a choked sound. Your hips move to grind down on the thigh that you’re currently sitting astride before you can even think twice about it, the quick friction making you bite your lip to hold in a gasp.

“B-babes, I’m begging ya.” Beetlejuice looks unspeakably horny below you, but you can’t quite resist the thrill of making him work for it.

“Huh, that’s weird, cuz I didn’t hear actually any begging at all, Beetlejuice. But that is a good idea, maybe you should try it.”

“Ohhh, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-”

You bark out a laugh at his immediate and visibly desperate response. If he had any pride before, it seems it had vanished the moment that you first touched him. Taking pity, you finally remove his bottoms completely, feeling quiet satisfaction when his cock is freed and you get to see just how hard he really is. It stands fully erect and leaking precum, matching the color of his flushed face perfectly.

“Y’know, when you actually put in the effort, you’re pretty good at playing nice,” you coo, dragging a single finger up his length from bottom to top.

Beetlejuice represses a shiver and instead lets out a low growl. “Careful, I can still flip you over and rail you into the bed ‘til you can’t speak if I feel like it.”

“Not that a little power struggle with you doesn’t sound awesome, but I have a feeling you won’t do that tonight. Like you said, you want me to be mean to you.” You punctuate your sentence by grabbing his twitching dick and lightly squeezing, enough to make him squirm. “You want to see what I’ll do to you if I have control.” As if challenging him to say otherwise, you begin slowly pumping his cock, looking him directly in the eye as you run your hand up and down his shaft.

Beetlejuice breaks eye contact first, unable to hold your intense gaze as he’s slowly pleasured. “M-maybe, but I still have a good memory. Next time I’m in a more dominating kind of mood, you’ll b-be sorry y-mmph!” Whatever he was about to say is quickly silenced by you running your thumb over the slit of his cock and then immediately picking up the pace of your strokes, causing Beetlejuice to descend into a cacophony of moans that he isn’t even attempting to keep at a reasonable volume level.

You pause your ministrations. “Shh, Beej, other people live here! You want Charles to know you’re getting your shit rocked all the way from his home office? Or the Maitlands in the attic?”

He tilts his head to lean further back into your soft pillows, looking as though he’s truly considering his position on the idea. “Mm, well, my brain is telling me you want to hear a no, but my humiliation kink is just giving me a resounding yes.” This little shit.

You sigh and shake your head, only to catch something you’d forgotten on the bed not long ago out of the corner of your eye. Immediately, you’re struck with a wondrous idea. You grab Beetlejuice’s black tie from where it had been strewn across the bed and ball it up in your hand. Beetlejuice watches you carefully with a confused expression, tilting his head at your handiwork. Once finished, your eyes glisten with a mischief usually more common to his face.

“Open.” With a single word, you cause Beetlejuice’s entire expression to shift into one of shock, but certainly not in a bad way. Surprisingly, he doesn’t say a word, only shoots you what you can only describe as a proud, horny grin and opens his mouth wide, saliva practically dripping from his lips and fangs. This turns you on way more than expected, and you find yourself mentally debating with yourself on whether it’s sexy in a gross way or gross in a sexy way, before ultimately coming back to your senses and stuffing the tie into his mouth as a gag before you could think on this any further.

Beetlejuice adjusts the tie with his tongue to properly fit. He tries to speak, but the only thing that ends up coming out is something like, “Mm fhh dmmm.”

You giggle at his attempt. “Well, if you need to tell me anything important, I think you’ll need to take that out first.” He narrows his eyes in a look that very clearly communicates yeah, no shit. But he doesn’t make any attempt to remove it, so it must not have been very important. Satisfied with your new setup, you return your hand to his cock, pumping as slowly as you had been in the beginning to get him started.

Beetlejuice, however, is not having it. He nearly knocks you off of where you’re straddling him by violently bucking his hips up into your hand. You carefully reposition your naked body as he finds a way to smirk at you through his gag, because of course he can do that. If he can’t make noise, he can easily find another way to make his impatience crystal clear to you.

“I’m sure you think you’re funny, but the more time you spend playing bull-rider, the less likely I am to let you cum anytime soon.” Your words immediately cause his hips to twitch upwards, but he seems to keep himself under better control this time. Of course, knowing Beetlejuice, he’ll probably do it again within the minute if he thinks it’ll push your buttons and/or result in you possibly edging him. You decide to cut him off at the pass by grabbing his dick and vigorously jacking him off without any warning. His eyes practically bug out of his head in surprise before high-pitched moans and squeals start to pour out of him, significantly quieted by the gag in his mouth but still plenty audible enough for you to enjoy. And enjoy you do, keeping up your brutal pace as he squirms deliciously under your touch. Not content to be the only one taken by surprise, he grabs at your chest and begins squeezing with reckless abandon, rolling your nipples under his clawed fingers as he lets out a stifled cry. Between focusing on giving the handjob of your life, drinking in Beej’s reactions, and having your nipples roughly played with, you don’t even realize that you’re rocking your naked pussy against his thigh until you can feel your own arousal rising again.

Though you’re certain you could reach another orgasm if you just keep at it, you decide to slow down so your brain doesn’t fizzle out and forget to focus on making your demon happy. Instead, you lift your body up to bring your face right up to his, slowing your hand motions. Before anything else can happen, you spare yourself a moment to really look at Beetlejuice’s face from slightly below, and what you see in his eyes makes you almost cum untouched. He’s desperately close, almost lost in the sensations you’ve wrapped him in, but still anchored tight to you by gaze alone. If he wasn’t gagged, he would almost certainly be begging again, if he could get any coherent words in between his moans. As it stands, he looks like he’d give you anything in the world right now as long as you keep looking at him and keep touching him. And you’re happy to oblige.

“Gonna cum, Beej? You look preeeetty close.”

He cries out a muffled sound at your words, his hips practically shaking as he wordlessly begs for more, his pleading eyes inches away from your own, scanning your expression for any sign of acquiescence. Fun as it may be to play with him, I shouldn’t toy with him too much for right now. Wouldn’t really be fair after how well he’s treated me.

“Alright.” With a single word, you cease the cruel slow strokes that you’d been teasing him with and swiftly return to the frenzied, messy pumping of his cock that made him arch his back and practically scream beneath his gag. You’re relentless this time, keeping up the sloppy pace while you bring your free hand up to cup his cheek. You would’ve tilted his head to make him look at you, but he’s already been locked onto you since the beginning and you don’t think you’d be able to make him look away now if you tried. You feel dizzy and it’s intoxicating. “Cum for me, Beetlejuice.”

With a moan that almost renders his gag useless and the distant unexplained sound of fabric ripping, Beetlejuice cums hard, coating your hand and belly as you’re leaned over him in a fluid that resembles human semen way more than you actually expected. After fully finishing, he collapses back for a moment, removing the gag from his mouth himself and catching his metaphorical breath. You allow your own worked-up body to lay more comfortably against his chest while he comes down from everything.

“Ok, don’t be mad, I think I may have ripped up your mattress a little bit.” He opens one eye to peek out at you, as though actually expecting you to be angry with him. Sure enough, you look at where his hands were gripping the sheets on either side of him and see distinct, deep claw marks raking down the surface of the bed.

You hum noncommittally to yourself. “Well, I can’t really be mad about something that boosts my ego like that.” Instead you look down at the mess that’s been made of you and consider what to do about it.

Beetlejuice’s eyes follow yours down. “It does glow in the dark, if you were wondering.” His lips twitch upwards, looking quite proud of his fun fact.

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Oh?” Beetlejuice offers a smug smile, then dims the dull lights of your room with his powers until they’ve fully shut off. Sure enough, your entire stomach, hand, and part of your bed is glowing a fluorescent green, his signature shade. He flashes a proud smile at the sight of it. “Told ya so!”

“Ok, color me impressed.” You swipe some of the liquid from your stomach with a finger, studying it inquisitively. “Hey BJ, are you radioactive? If I taste this, will I die?”

Beetlejuice’s face flushes so badly, you can even make it out in this poor lighting. “Uh, no, but I might…”

“Oh, awesome.” You stick the finger of glowing cum in your mouth, relishing the taste of your favorite demon. It’s not too different from a human’s, but it does have a faint taste of sweetness, almost like green apple candy or something. It was certainly fitting for him. “Hey, bring those lights back up, I’m dying to see your mood ring hair unlock new shrimp colors when you see me licking up your cum.”

Wordlessly, Beetlejuice brings back enough light to see each other well in. You’re a bit disappointed to not see any new colors yet undiscovered by man in his hair, but in reality, you may have maxed out the hot pink’s vibrancy today. What you are surprised to see, however, is Beetlejuice’s dick already hardening again as you take another lick of his cum from your palm.

You blink in surprise. “Woah, how are you already getting horny again that fast? Do you have some kind of penis-based superpower that you’ve somehow never mentioned despite you being yourself?”

Beetlejuice lowly chuckles to himself, making shivers run down your back at the tone. “Eh, sort of? See, demons aren’t like humans in that we can all go multiple rounds, regardless of equipment, no problemo. We very often have enormously high libidos that a delicate little breather like you could never hope to keep up with, but hey, you’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.” He raises and lowers his eyebrows like a suggestive idiot.

You absentmindedly play with the tufts of hair behind his ears. “Well, you got me there. I’m down for another round if you are. I’ve wanted to ride you for months now, so the spirit is certainly willing.”

“Fuck yeah I am! I’m beyond willing! As long you know that I’ve got the stamina of a cheetah and can totally outlast you on this.”

“I’m pretty sure cheetahs are known for their great speed but awful stamina.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t give a shit.”

You give an involuntary snort-laugh at his quick retort, causing the demon to beam at you with unmistakable adoration, gently pushing some loose hair out of your face. It’s almost off-putting to see such an unashamedly wholesome expression plastered across the face of a supernatural being that has spent his existence being feared by so many, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t also bring you joy unlike any other to be lucky enough to see him like this. So many people didn’t deserve to, and you aren’t exactly sure what you did to become worthy of the privilege, but you won’t question it.

“Here, allow me to level the playing field,” Beetlejuice says, snapping his fingers. You whip your head around the room, but nothing appears to have changed.

“Uh, what exactly did you do?”

“Oh, nothing. I just soundproofed the room for a little bit. I wanna hear you scream, babes.” His eyes narrow at you as his arms engulf you in a light embrace, pulling you closer. His claws come up to rest on your shoulders, the pinpricks pressing against your skin and threatening to break it.

You raise a teasing eyebrow. “You…couldn’t have done that from the beginning?”

“I like the thrill of possibly getting caught, sue me! But hey, if this is what it takes to get you loud, well, I’ll make the sacrifices that I gotta.”

“You really wanna hear me that bad, huh?” Beetlejuice shakes his head so hard it looks as though it should be making a cartoonish sound effect. “Well, I’d honestly love to hear you without that gag too, so I guess we’re in the same boat.” You lift yourself back up to better straddle his naked body again, hovering just above his erect cock and flashing him a sly smile. “Now fuck me, demon boy.”

Beetlejuice’s eyes widen. “Oho, with pleasure.” More than happy to comply, he grabs onto your hips with his clawed hands and gently but firmly maneuvers you down to line up with the head of his dick.

Slowly, you sink down onto him, causing the demon to whine softly below you. After a moment, you’ve fully lowered yourself down and sheathed him inside of you, a full but not at all uncomfortable fit. You give it a moment of stillness to adjust before rocking your hips a bit, feeling his dick twitch inside of your cunt as you do. He immediately reacts by moaning loudly and snapping his hips up against you like a man possessed.

“Fuck, Beej…” You groan at almost a growl pitch, the feeling of him moving inside you almost too much at once.

“Mm…could do better…that sound was only maybe a three outta ten. I’ll have to-mmph-up my game.” God, it is just like this guy to make pleasuring me into a game. I guess I’m not complaining, though. As if on cue with your thoughts, Beetlejuice grabs your back just below the shoulder blades to quickly pull you in close to his chest, his claws applying enough force to definitely leave some red marks in their wake but not enough to hurt badly. The sudden dig of his claws only causes you to start rocking your hips at a faster pace, making it plainly obvious how much you enjoy him handling you so roughly.

“Y-you can try, but I doubt you’ll be able to hear me over yourself soon.”

Beetlejuice responds with silence, which you’ve learned usually means he’s planning to do something that he doesn’t want you to know about. From where you’re pressed against his upper chest, you can’t quite see his face either unless you craned your neck to look up towards him. You don’t slow down your speed, but do feel a sense of horny dread wash over you at his continued silence. Suddenly and without warning, you feel sharp fangs sink into the vulnerable back of your neck where your shoulder connects. It’s so unexpected and hurts so good that you erupt into a chorus of shuddering gasps, unable to even form sentences as Beetlejuice keeps biting and sucking at your neck. His claws keep your squirming body in place as he continues his barrage, and you feel him smiling wider and wider into your skin the more noisy that you get. It’s so good, so overwhelmingly good, having him inside of you while also using those fangs that you love so much on you at the same time. You’re struck with the realization that you can’t let him play you like a fiddle so well without fighting back. Before you can think twice, you turn your face into the crook of his neck right above his collarbone and bite down on the skin even harder than he’s biting at you. You may not have fangs, but you are determined nonetheless.

“Jesus FUCK, (Y/N)!” Beetlejuice is forced to pause his bites to yelp a few similar exclamations. “Ohoho, you’re lucky I’m a demon freak who doesn’t mind being ripped a new collarbone, cuz wow.”

An apology half-forms in your mouth before you realize that that was probably his weird way of complimenting you rather than sarcasm. “Well, m-maybe now, after this, you’ll get to go through what I went through every time you flashed your stupid teeth in public.”

Beetlejuice pulls his head back so his face is in your view again, and you slow your rocking against him just a bit out of curiosity. He’s sporting a growing smile that looks practically delighted.

“Hold up, were you really that into my fangs from all the way back when? You had it that bad?”

You flush at his wording of a situation that you, personally, do not find as humorous as he seems to. “Hey, it’s not like it was just that. It was…all of you, I guess. Every little thing you did turned me on basically all the time, and, as you can imagine, it was a living nightmare.” You realize that that doesn’t exactly make you sound less like a pervert, but it also doesn’t help that his cock is still twitching inside of you and you can’t exactly think straight at the moment.

“Wow, so every time I was around you, you were just being a grade A horndog!” Beetlejuice cackles at his own joke. He is the only one laughing. “Aww, looks like we’re more alike than we thought! Cuz, I mean, you were doing the exact same thing to me all the time, so. Fair’s fair.”

You groan. “Oh my God, you were literally going through the exact same thing? We could’ve fucked ages ago and put ourselves out of that misery!”

He snorts. “Hey, it’s fine. Y’know what? I’m glad it turned out just how it did. Honest.” Your starry-eyed demon lifts a claw to gently cup your jawline.

You put your own hand on top of his. “Yeah, same here.”

Beetlejuice grins, then his face immediately shifts. “All right, I’ve done a lot of talking and now I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you have visions of the Netherworld. Boobs in my mouth, please.”

“HA!” You practically double over at his sudden mood shift, wiping a tear from your eye. “I’ll hold you to that, big guy.”

Before you can even start rocking, Beetlejuice takes things into his own hands and starts thrusting up into you at a fairly speedy pace. He’s holding your hips to keep you balanced, as well as maneuvering them to drive himself into you better. The angle that he’s hitting you at is already starting to make you see stars, and you roll your hips to meet him in time. Apparently, he was not kidding about the boobs in his mouth request, as he leans his head forward to latch onto your left nipple, sucking and ever-so-slightly grazing it with his sharp teeth. To make matters worse, he grabs the other with his claw and begins rolling his thumb over it, all while keeping his eyes locked onto yours, just as he did the last time his mouth was on you. It’s all so good, you can already feel your orgasm building again.

“Oh, don’t stop, Beej, that’s so good…” You’re nearly at the precipice again, focusing your energy on getting up and over. The image in front of you is certainly helping get you there, as Beetlejuice is truly giving it all he has at the moment. His expression shows that he’s right on the edge as well, as you focus on his beautiful brown eyes looking up at you with unmistakable love and lust. “Mm, Beetlejuice…” His long tongue wrapping itself around your nipple… “Beetlejuice…” His cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you... “B-!”

Suddenly, you find two hands clamped over your mouth with surprising force. “Don’t.” The word comes out as a snarl next to your ear, taking you by surprise and sending a shiver down your whole frame. Before you can recover, an erratic snap of his hips sends you hurtling over the edge, an orgasm so intense that it makes your ears ring and your other senses dull for the duration. You moan loudly against his hand, which hasn’t yet moved and doesn’t do much to muffle your sounds of pleasure. Moments later, Beetlejuice moves to grab onto your hips and presses deep into you, holding you in place above him and filling you up with more of his otherworldly cum, all the while letting out gasping moans of his own like a man drowning. After filling you to his satisfaction, his arms fall limply to his side and you slump against him, both dazed and overstimulated. You catch your breath while Beetlejuice seems to be going through a factory reset, his eyes wide open and blinking harshly.

After gathering himself, he finally speaks. “Babes, I love you, but you really gotta get this name thing down if you don’t want me to suddenly poof away when I’m balls-deep inside of ya.”

You look at him sheepishly. “Heh, yeah, sorry. Good save though!” You finally lift yourself off of his dick, rolling your body haphazardly off of him to lay down at his side more comfortably.

He snorts. “Yeah, I bet you enjoyed me putting a stop to that. I’m thinking next time, I act like that from the start and we’ll see whose better at bossing who around.”

You begin lightly tracing patterns on his chest, resting your head on his bicep. “Oh yeah? And what if I wasn’t finished bossing you around yet?”

“Well, then you can peg me about it the next time!”

You giggle at his response while simultaneously filing it away for another day. Smiling into his bare skin, you feel your heartbeat begin to stabilize after quite a long period of elevation. Beetlejuice is still chilly to the touch, but in a way that unexpectedly comforts you, like a soft pillow after being flipped over in the middle of the night.

“Can we flip?” The demon’s sudden request paired with his big eyes meeting yours takes you out of your musings.

“You want to lay on me? Sure, c’mere.” You move to your back, patting your chest for him to lay on. He doesn’t hesitate, snuggling his head into a cozy position on your chest, his left cheek pressing up against your collarbone and his tussled pastel pink hair barely reaching up to tickle your neck. He’s in the perfect spot for you to drape your arms across his frame protectively, your hands coming up to gently rest on his shoulder and the side of his face. Your hands are tired and still, but even in a passive state, you find them needing to touch Beetlejuice without asking for your input. Even if it’s just the comforting brush of your fingers against his jawline, you can’t resist the ache to be close to him.

Beetlejuice leans into your touch. “Mm…you feel so nice…” He tilts his head so that his ear is pressed against your chest and practically melts against you. “Heh, I’ll never get used to that sound. Never thought I’d get to hear it so close, but it’s even better like this.” Your heartbeat instinctively quickens just a bit at his comment, and you feel Beetlejuice’s lips curl up in a smile. “Cute how I can change the tempo at will like that. Like the best radio in the world, babes.”

You blow air from your nose and kiss his head from above, mostly just getting his hair in the kiss from the angle you’re at. “I like your chilliness, you like my heartbeat…I’m starting to think this may work out for us after all!”

The demon snorts, repositioning his head to your shoulder so he can look you in the eye better. “Y’know, I really thought my awesome cock and subsequent use of it would be the thing that made you think that, but whatever seals the deal for ya, doll!”

“That too.” You sigh and close your eyes. “So, what are we gonna tell the others?”

“Uh, you got so horny after I annoyed you one day that you fucked me about it?”

“Beetlejuice, we are not telling people that.”

“Sorry, that you fucked me and you fucked me good. Better?” Your raised eyebrow is enough of an answer on its own. “Hm, and I thought you were a fan of honesty. Well, suit yourself. We can think of something more PG later, it’s not like we have to tell anyone tonight.”

“Well, I guess you are right on that front. I’ll think of a nice and polite way to bring it up at the family dinner table later.”

“Yeah, plus it’ll be a shitshow either way. They’re all gonna say that you’re too good for me, which yeah, fair.”

You brush some loose hairs out of his face reassuringly. “They can think whatever they wanna think. Doesn’t make ‘em right.” You kiss his lips gently, with the soft whisper of a promise at the edge of your own lips guiding your touch. “I love you, Beetlejuice.”

Beetlejuice looks so utterly overwhelmed by emotion after you speak that he can only think to immediately bury his face against you silently. He’s holding so tight to you, as though you could disappear at any moment if his grip slackens. Like you’re his lifeline. After multiple moments of heavy breathing directly against your skin, he manages to barely choke out a response. “Ditto.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the demon, rubbing circles into his back as a comfort. “Just rest now, baby. You did great.”

Beetlejuice looks up at you in relief. “Oh God, thanks for saying that. I’ve been drowsy since we stopped, I just didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Never would’ve guessed him as the most considerate type, but he sure loves to prove me wrong.

“No worries Beej, I’ll be right here next to you. I’m not going anywhere. You can sleep.”

With those last affirmations, Beetlejuice’s eyes almost immediately droop shut as he begins snoring lightly, asleep at an impressive speed for a demon or human. It’s pretty cute how tired he must’ve been before you told him to rest, you didn’t even know for sure if demons wanted and/or needed sleep til now. Yet here he is, making deep contented rumblings from the back of his throat, his head and torso acting like a soft weighted blanket on top of you. The presence of him sleeping soundly on you is deeply comforting, both physically and emotionally. This demon, who’s lived a million lifetimes and dealt with more shit than I could imagine in both the world of the living and dead, trusts me enough to fall asleep on me. He trusted me enough to talk to me about his feelings during sex. Beetlejuice, of all people. Even if I told someone as understanding as one of the Maitlands about that, I don’t think they’d really believe me. Or even really get it.

You reach one arm down to pull a sheet up over the both of you sloppily, just to have something covering you both. Human instincts for avoiding being preyed on by demons in the night always persist, despite your unique situation. As you adjust you pillow to make yourself comfortable for the night, you run your fingers through Beetlejuice’s hair, which is now settling back into its default green without any more external stimuli. You wonder bemusedly if it ever changes color in his sleep, then feel a peaceful rush of happiness when you realize that you’ll have ample time and opportunity to find out the answer. Overtaken by a quiet joy, you quickly lean your head over to kiss him goodnight on the forehead, trying everything in your power to somehow physically materialize this feeling of affection for Beetlejuice that is so strong and all-consuming, just so you could hold it so close that nothing bad would ever happen to it. In lieu of that impossibility, you hold Beetlejuice tighter in your arms instead, with the same goal in your mind.

Author’s Note: this took me an indefensible amount of time to write and if i look at it for another second i’ll go crazy so please take it and look at it with your own eyeballs so that mine can rest. on the fun side, can you tell that characters who always flirt with others by making bold sexual references but end up actually being really flustered and submissive when the other person finally reciprocates are my favorites? anyways i wanna pick this guy up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten, he is so special to me. originally this fic was supposed to be way less emotional but sometimes you’re writing and a character decides to have a breakdown halfway through a scene and you just gotta deal with that curveball when it’s coming at you. but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out, and i hope you guys enjoyed it too. thanks for reading! edit: hey you, want some more? i finally made a sequel lol (x)

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Feature Adam Fursday

FFF - Feature Fic Adam Fursday!

This is a special day of the week: fic recs Thursday (pronounced à la Française)!

Each week, we will browse the Good Omens After Dark official AO3 collection, choose a tag and promote the fics that are featured in it!

But this week is unique. This week...

WE HAVE REACHED 666 FICS ON THE COLLECTION.

Have other fic recs, or your own fic would qualify for the tag? Reblog and throw in the link!

Tag of the week: Adam Young and The Them

(okay, they're usually secondary characters. WRITE MORE OF THEM)

White hat, Black hat by Ezomind

Rating: T

Genres: human AU, fluff and humour

Word count: 14,573 words

Chapter count: 11 (completed)

Summary:

[Eric Disdem] lol my dude you have been *smitten* by Mr Fell

[Anthony J Crowley] WTF is this

[Anthony J Crowley] Why is there a message posted to #london-office offering to bring croissants for everyone tomorrow WITH MY NAME ON IT ???

Our homeward steps were just as light by On1OccasionFork

Rating: T

Genres: Human AU, fluff

Word count: 7,021 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: She flipped to the paperwork for the new gentleman, a Mr. A. Z. Fell. He was a retired literature professor, it seemed. He was slated to be in the room next to — oh, this could be a problem — Anthony.

For Loving One by TheScholarlyStrumpet (equipoise)

Rating: E

Genres: Human AU, slowburn, Priest AU 

TW/CW: religious guilt/trauma 

Word count: 64,012 words

Chapter count: 16 (complete)

Summary: Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

Puppy Love by Letha

Rating: G

Genres: Fluff

Word count: 2,528 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley have a very specific dinamic. Whenever Aziraphale comes into trouble, Crowley gets him out of it. This has been so for millenia, and in a way, it's become "their thing". Now throw Disney and puppies into the mix, and somehow Aziraphale ends up surrounded. He texts Crowley expecting he’ll respond fast “in his aid”.

Sins of Knowledge by anna_bird

Rating: E

TW/CW: dubious consent, references to sexual assault

Genres: Human AU, slowburn, College AU, a little bit of supernatural involved

Word count: 45,193 words

Chapter count: 6 (out of 12)

Summary: Anthony J. Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are just two typical at-odds doctoral students fighting over a university library study room, when they get caught up in an illicit science plot with mind-controlling formulas brewed by an evil chemistry dean! There are Potions! Science labs! Creepy Surveillance! Corporate crap! Libraries and librarians! Sushi! Audited classes! GRADES and FINAL RESEARCH PAPERS! Wheee! Mwhaha!

Anyway: will Aziraphale and Crowley stop fucking long enough to beat the devil and save the day? Or will the formulas change them in ways they never dreamed possible? A Human AU (but also a monster/creature AU?)

That’s all, folks!!

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Allison Gordon picking up Zepp’s phone and calling back a trapped Adam

Saw 2004 canon divergence

More of a list of ideas than an actual fic even if it sort of looks like one but I can’t be bothered to make this into proper english… In the meantime bon appetit

It’s late in the morning when Allison Gordon goes back to her own house and finds Zepp’s phone in her living room. The police must have missed it. She doesn’t really think about it before she calls back the last number he’d been in communication with.

"I’m gonna kill your husband now, mrs Gordon."

She’s hoping Lawrence will reply.

It beeps five times. She keep listening, what else is there for her to do.

Somebody picks up.

Immediately she cries out "Lawrence! Can you hear me?"

Between the sound’s cracks, she hears the wails of a raspy voice. It isn’t her husband but a whole new problem.

Fight had never left her nervous system and in an instant adrenaline is back too.

"Where is Lawrence? Where’s my husband? Answer me, you monster!"

The man on the phone tells her he doesn’t know where Lawrence is, that he’s gone. That he shot him and that he left… Something happened to his foot but she can’t quite make it out with the way her phone distorts the scared voice of the young man who’s now pleading for help between wet sobs.

"Where are you? Is Adam with you?"

"That’s me!! That’s me!!" he shouts like hearing his own name and being recognized made him feel like a little bit more of a person again. "I’m chained, Mrs Gordon…"

Her anger dissolves into fear as he begs her again not to end the call.

He can’t tell her where he is, only that he’s chained in some disgusting bathroom just like Lawrence had said. It’s pitch black and there’s a dead guy with me, well a new dead guy. He cries telling her it smells bad, in reference to the stench of decaying flesh. She presses the palm of her hand into her eyes and holds her breath to avoid him hearing her starting to cry while he gets sick.

She tries to pacify him, shushing him, sometimes almost singing to him. Like he’s just having a nightmare and not living one.

She stays on call with him for hours but the phone doesn’t have much battery left.

It’s like she’s stuck in there with him. She doesn’t want to leave him alone. He told her they had light earlier but now he doesn’t anymore.

Adam doesn’t let her call the cops at first, too afraid of being abandoned again. Once she does call them, it feels like forever until they decide to show up.

They try to interrogate him but the boy is far from coherent. They can’t countain him and manage to freak him out further, up to the point they hear him put the phone down and start banging his fists against the floor out of frustration.

Allison put a stop to it by taking the phone back. Detective Kerry shrugs in acceptance. Let the poor guy have a break. It might not be the healthiest letting another victim handle this but all things considered…

Adam begs Allison not to leave again.

At times panic overtakes him, he starts shouting and sobbing into the receiver… others he gets so quiet it might be catatonia.

He asks her if he’s gonna die and Allison promises they will find him.

He calls her a liar, a liar like Larry.

Not long afterwards, he melts into apologies for getting angry at her and tells her to tell his mom that he’s sorry.

She doesn’t know what else to say to comfort him so she tells him over and over again that they will find him. She needs to hear herself say these words to him as much as she needs him to believe them. She has no way to know for certain but she needs them to be found, Adam and Lawrence both.

They stay on like this for a long time before Adam’s phone finally dies.

[the-bar-sinister]

Here’s how I think Wesker’s interactions with the RE8 cast are gonna go in TMNWA:

Alcina: Instant rivalry. He thinks she won’t be too difficult to spar with until she spin-kicks him directly into a wall. Is one of the few who actually enjoys her wine and occasionally has drinking nights with her.

The Dimitrescu Daughters: They’ve imprinted onto him immediately. He somewhat likes all three of them for different reasons, Cassandra in particular, but they’re all menaces. He finds their mutations absolutely fascinating though, and loves bribing them to eavesdrop for him as literal flies on the wall.

Donna (and Angie): Neutral on her for the most part but the more he gets to know her, he develops a soft spot for her. He appreciates her quiet, but Angie is another story. He would rather die than admit it but Angie legit freaks him out. He probably becomes a little protective of Donna given her fragility.

Moreau: Idk if he’s alive in TMNWA but if he is, Albert’s kind of staying away. No thanks. Respects him as a doctor but he’d rather not smell like fish for the next week, thank you very much.

Karl: Instant bond/rivalry. He feels a little kinship with Karl, to no one’s surprise, and respects his power. And maybe finds him hot.

Rose: That’s his daughter now, sorry. Adopts her so quickly to a) spite Chris and b) give the poor thing some proper mentoring in her powers. He is fascinated by her abilities and quite likes her company, and sees a bit of himself in her. He wishes he could have met Ethan and Mia.

Miranda: IT IS ON SIGHT. Fuck that lady fr. She’s the reason Spencer existed and therefore the reason Wesker was kidnapped, groomed, abused, and forced to become an agent of Umbrella. She’s dead to him, and if he’s left alone with her, she’ll be dead, period.

Ahhhhh!!! 💖💖💖💖 I'm sorry to have kept this in our inbox for so long but I love all of these??

They are so accurate omg. XD I never thought too much about Alcina-Albert rivalry but you are absolutely right. 🤣🤣🤣

And yeah he is uuuuh not going to have a good relationship with Miranda at all. Oddly enough it;'ll probably be up to Karl to keep him from killing her, which is a hell of a position to put him in!

TBH I can't wait to get back to writing TMNWA as soon as the energy shifts back around to Resident Evil I miss my biohazard boys 😭😭😭

[thiriann]

Extraterrestrial - Chapter 1 "Novelty"

My Githyanki playthrough inspired me to write a fic about my gith, Ilaara and Astarion's adventures. Haven't written in over a decade but Astarion got me to try again. Astarion POV for most of it.

You can also find me on AO3

Pairing: Tav X Astarion, F/M.

Content: Githyanki Tav, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Alien Cultural Differences, Cleric Tav, Astarion Being Astarion, Flirting, Seduction, no sex in this chapter but will be in later ones. Ongoing fic

Words: 2,178

Summary: At night, he overheard Lae’zel and Ilaara sharing stories of their upbringings. He seized every chance to eavesdrop, even if it was a horribly tedious conversation. Ilaara, like all gith seemed to be, was a trained soldier, devoutly obsessed with their Goddess. She had dedicated her life to fighting in their queen's name, spreading her word across countless worlds. The poor fool—her queen was just another master. Yet, she seemed happy to serve. He couldn't stand her sometimes.

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His plan had seemed perfect at the time. From the moment he saw her fighting those brain monsters, he knew she was no stranger to combat. At first, he’d assumed she’d been one of his kidnappers, considering her alien nature. Later, it was revealed that Githyanki were some sort of experts on every tadpole matter. So he made it his priority to get as close to her as possible and learn everything he could about their parasites.

Only after did he discover that the gith were sworn enemies to the tadpole. Much to his great displeasure, she was adamant that they must turn away what could be a great opportunity. No matter, he still could salvage this situation. He just had to listen and watch, get close to her, learn all the secrets she knew about their uninvited guests and prevent her from turning on him when he ultimately decided to use them or reveal his nature.

And so, he watched her constantly, studying her every move. These days, it felt like he couldn’t look away even if he tried.

Along the way, they had recruited another Githyanki (a much more aggressive one at that) and an incompetent wizard. Together with the black-haired half-elf, they seemed to be forming quite the merry little band already.

As his first night in the wilderness descended his companions started setting up camp on a dirt patch near the river. He scrambled his brain trying to remember how to do this but came up blank. In the end he copied half-hazardly what the wizard was doing and threw some of the fanciest items he’d come across outside to give a more established effect.

He felt so lost and out of place but refused to let it show, instead shifting his expression into an indifferent scowl. At least it didn’t seem like any of the others had noticed his affliction. The wizard was busy being dramatic near the fire, the half-elf seemed torn between being nosy and keeping to herself and the two gith were engaged in an animated conversation about the tadpole.

Astarion had strategically positioned his tent near one of the Giths, hoping to overhear all he could about their parasites, but he was already regretting this choice. As soon as Lae’zel began describing the process of ceremorphosis, he felt an acute wave of nausea and had to momentarily block it out.

He hadn’t noticed Ilaara approaching, but he managed to regain his composure quickly.

“So, we're resting here? Turning in for the night?” he tried a phrase he’d heard once or twice but never really used before.

“Keep walking if you want. I'm getting some rest,” she replied. Her practicality was evident. Everything from her ramrod-straight posture to her stoic face spoke of routine and military training.

“No, I'm more than happy to put my feet up. I'm just not used to this,” he admitted.

He surveyed the camp once more—the quiet sounds of nature filling the air as their companions settled down, the campfire casting an almost cozy glow. But the serene scene was short-lived as a piercing screech shattered the tranquility. Lae’zel had taken to sharpening her sword on a whetstone, seemingly oblivious to the unhappy groans from their fellow companions at the noise.

“Your gith friend seems on edge. Mustn't relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.” he said, glancing over at her tent. “Understandable. Can't say I'm a fan either. It's just hard to join in when all of this feels so new.”

“The night normally means bustling streets, bursting taverns.”

For him, the night had always been for hunting and seduction. It had never been for trancing or resting, nor for chatting idly with aliens about a deadly tadpole.

“Curling up in the dirt and resting is... a little novel.” He couldn’t suppress the amusement in his voice. This entire day had been absurd, yet it was the best he’d had in a long time.

“The right herbs can make a soothing tea if you're restless,” she offered. He raised an eyebrow. An unexpectedly kind gesture, especially from her.

“Ah, no - tea isn't really my drink.” Thoughts of blood surfaced, as they always did. He realized he’d likely have to sneak out to hunt tonight.

“I'll be awake awhile anyway. I need some time to think things through. To process this.” He said gesturing at his head. “You sleep. I'll keep watch.” he offered with a practiced, sweet tone.

“Thank you. I'll sleep better for that.” she nodded and retreated to her bedroll.

He liked that. Despite her tough exterior, she seemed naïve enough to trust him.

“The pleasure is all mine. Sweet dreams.”

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The day had begun well enough; they killed a bunch of goblins, which had been relatively fun, and stumbled upon a druid grove. It seemed there was some spat going on, he wasn’t fully paying attention as Ilaara went to talk to the men arguing.

“Stop squealing like hatchlings or settle this matter in blood.” she commanded.

One man turned to her with a condescending sneer.

“What chewed and spat you out?” the human scoffed.

Astarion’s attention snapped to the human. It took a moment to realize the insult was directed at Ilaara. A wave of indignation washed over him. They had just saved these ingrates from a goblin attack, and now this idiot was slinging insults just because he’d never seen a githyanki before? They should have let them get skewered at the gate.

“Show some respect! This woman saved your pathetic life.” the other man interjected.

At least one of them acknowledged their deed. The tension escalated from there, culminating in Ilaara knocking out the insolent human.

They roamed the grove in search of some tiefling Lae’zel was after. With two githyanki in their group, all eyes were on them as they passed. He wasn’t sure he liked all this attention after years of lurking in the shadows. Worse still, a horde of goblins could descend upon them at any minute. He hoped they would find this tiefling soon and just go.

“B-by Mordai’s eyes, more of them.” a voice quivered.

It seemed they had finally found him.

“M-my friend’s blood not enough? Come to me rip me open,too?” the tiefling sniveled.

Oh, he liked the sound of that, perhaps after they extracted the information they needed.

“In Creche K’liir, a formal greeting begins with a bow,” Lae’zel instructed, while Ilaara shot the tiefling a menacing glare.

Delight surged through him as the tiefling stiffened and slowly bent to bow.

“Lower.” Laezel commanded.

“On your knees. She won’t say it again,” Ilaara added, her tone less of a threat and more of a stern warning. The gith would not hesitate to make good on her words.

A delicious thrill filled him as the man’s knees hit the dirt. Astarion had never felt so powerful. So this was what it was like to be on the other side. He doubted he’d ever tire of this feeling.

“You saw another gith. Where?” “On the road to Baldur’s Gate, near the mountain p-pass. Saw us ‘fore we s-saw it. Jammed its b-b-blade through Yul’s belly, straight to the other side.” the man stammered, his eyes watering as fear shook his voice.

These gith sounded very promising indeed.

“No twisting? Kin must have been in a hurry.” Lae’zel mocked. “The map. Show me.” She demanded, thrusting the map in his face. He marked it hastily.

“Up. You can keep your innards.”

Damn, just when things were getting interesting.

“You’re not going to eviscerate him? I was hoping for a show.” Astarion complained.

“Cool your blood-I’ll indulge you soon enough.” Lae’zel retorted.

He hoped that was a promise.

This gave him an idea, though. The gith were powerful allies, and Lae’zel seemed to heed whatever Ilaara said. If he could somehow seduce the cleric, he might be able to manipulate her into protecting him out here. That is, if he could seduce her at all. He wasn't sure his charms would work on her. But they hadn't failed him yet, so he'd give it a shot.

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At night, he overheard Lae’zel and Ilaara sharing stories of their upbringings. He seized every chance to eavesdrop, even if it was a horribly tedious conversation.

Ilaara, like all gith seemed to be, was a trained soldier, devoutly obsessed with their Goddess. She had dedicated her life to fighting in their queen's name, spreading her word across countless worlds. The poor fool—her queen was just another master. Yet, she seemed happy to serve.

He couldn't stand her sometimes.

“I saw our gith friend inspecting you.” he said, leaning into her, his face dangerously close to hers.

“I have to say, I thought you'd look worse, but no. Not a tentacle to be seen.”

“Not yet.” she replied, her stance unwavering, utterly unfazed by his proximity.

“'Yet,'” he echoed. “Of course, first sign of change and I'll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours.”

Astarion fancied himself an aficionado of murder, delighting in discovering the myriad ways one could die. And Ilaara, with her own lethal expertise, struck him as someone who would not shy away from such topics.

“I am open to suggestions. Knives, poison, strangulation - whatever you'd prefer.” he offered, a macabre generosity in giving her a choice in her demise.

“A knife. That seems quick.” she stated. Ah, so he had guessed correctly.

“A classic! One good thrust to the heart and you're gone.”

“We need a good blade, of course. Don't want to waste time hacking and prodding with a dinner knife...” His thoughts trailed off, the vivid imagery rekindling his hunger.

“Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. This is all a worst-case scenario, obviously.” he stressed the word 'obviously,' prompting her to raise an eyebrow. She wasn't well-versed in the creatures of this world, but his tone suggested a threat.

“And you? How should I kill you?” she inquired.

“Ha! Oh, my dear. I'd like to see you try.” He laughed flashing a dangerous smile that was all teeth. He was definitely threatening her.

But why? She thought they got along rather well so far. Unless…

Perhaps she had entirely misread him. He said he wanted to see her try. Had that been an invitation to spar? An exhilarating thought. Such a duel would provide excellent entertainment and a chance to showcase her combat skills to their companions. She resolved to accept his challenge, perhaps on another night when their circumstances weren't as dire.

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Her pragmatism was appreciated at least.

She didn't waste their time with every lost, snivelling fool. She was straight to the point and took no excuses and didn't beat around any proverbial bushes.

It was a little intimidating, if he was being honest.

Ilaara approached a poor sap who was clearly struggling and failing to attack a dummy.

“Ugh!” the man jumped, startled. “Sorry, sorry. I’ve just never seen... your face is... well. I should get back to it.”

Astarion rolled his eyes. Not this again. How uncouth could these people be?

He looked her over from head to toe. Her skin was pale, almost human-like. She had round grey eyes, accentuated with dark makeup that made them stand out even more, and long black curly hair that framed her face. He would say she was even attractive, especially for a gith. He’d certainly done worse.

“Resume your flailing then, before I give you real cause to yelp.” Her attitude was even more attractive.

“N-no offence meant. I was just surprised- concentrating on this blasted target,” the man backed off “We need to be ready for a fight – but I’m useless with a sword.”

You could say that again. Wasting time on this one was pointless; he was clearly hopeless.

“Inspire fear with a war cry- loosen bowels before you spill them- hrath ajak!” She suddenly yelled, a deep sound that resonated throughout the grove. She really was quite feisty, wasn’t she?

The tiefling had given her an axe as a gratitude for the lesson.

As the camp settled into the quiet of the night, the fire crackling softly in the background, Astarion found himself reflecting on the day's events. The encounters, the conversations, and the subtle shifts in power dynamics had all led to this moment of tranquility. Yet, beneath the calm, he could sense the undercurrents of change stirring.

Ilaara, with her axe in hand, seemed more a fighter than ever. He watched as she practiced with her new weapon, each stroke methodical and precise. There was a grace to her movements that belied her strength, a dance of deadly intent and purpose. Her silhouette against the firelight was both formidable and strangely reassuring.

As the night deepened, Astarion made his way back to his tent. He lay there, eyes closed, listening to the rhythm of the night, the soft whispers of the leaves, and the distant hoot of an owl. He was ready for whatever tomorrow would bring. For now, he would rest, and let the wildreness' nocturnal symphony play him to sleep.

[aziraphales-library]

hello!! i absolutely adore the work you guys do :) <3 i was wondering if you have any fics where one of the pair is human, while the other isn't? im not picky about whether the not-human happens to be demon, angel, monster, vampire, etc. doesn't really matter to me. thank you! ^^

You can check our #vampire au, #naga crowley and #merfolk tags, as well as our #human aziraphale and #human crowley tags. Here are some more for you...

I Will Choose Free Will by sapphose (T)

When Crowley woke up and saw a stranger in his bedroom, he did the only reasonable thing. He started so hard he fell out of bed, and swore loudly. --- In which human Crowley is visited by the angel Aziraphale, setting off an existential crisis and a series of events that will change Aziraphale forever.

To the Sea by Puzzl3cat (T)

Trying to enjoy a quiet life, Crowley is interrupted one day by his loud next door neighbor. Somethings are not what they seem and Crowley finds himself in a world he never new existed.

The Right Kind of Queer by fenrislorsrai (T)

A major life change makes Aziraphale realize how lonely he is. He’s going to meet someone, damnit! His new friend Madame Tracy gives him a ritual to try and summon love into his life. It’s all rubbish of course. This is just a way to help him visualize what he wants and then she’ll introduce him to people. That’s what they both intended. It’s just a coincidence that a handsome artist comes to town right after. Crowley doesn’t even really match what Aziraphale said he wanted! But he’s caught up in his orbit until it all comes crashing down. He doesn’t really know this man. He might not even be a man at all. But that’s ridiculous. He couldn’t be…. He’s just queer. Really, really, really queer. The bad, messy kind. And after a life of being the right kind of queer, Aziraphale might just be ready to be the wrong kind.

Obliviously Haunted by catiegeekgirl (T)

There wasn’t much for a demon to do in an empty cottage in Tadfield. After some exploration, Crowley concluded that he was tied to the house. He also concluded that any of his miscreant doings in said house were going completely unnoticed. After only two months, Crowley was ready to pull his metaphysical hair out. And then came the angel. He wasn’t a real angel, of course. A real angel would have stepped into the cottage, immediately sensed the presence of a demon, and gone straight to taking advantage of his unfortunate situation. The stout man in tartan was not, technically, ethereal, but something about his soft cheeks and light blond curls gave him the air of being everything heaven was supposed to be. And Crowley wanted nothing more than to haunt him.

what the water gave me (we'll watch the sun kiss the sea) by sabraneadaz (T)

“What’s your name?” Pepper asked, jumping to crest the next wave. She’d drifted further out to join Adam where he stood between the Them and the stranger. “All these questions,” the man said, “next you’ll be asking me if I’m an animal, vegetable, or mineral.” “Go on then,” said Adam. “Which one?” (The Them find their summer holidays spoiled by fly-tipping. A woman struggles with life without prophecy. A bookshop owner learns to love, and a mysterious man navigates 21st century courtship. In other words, it's the selkie au no-one asked for.)

The God Below by ChubbyHornedEquine (M)

In order to have good crops, a spring & summer, every year someone is sacrificed to The God Below. (Hades/Persephone/A dash of beauty and the beast inspired AU.)

- Mod D

[sawrinwrites]

The Fan Fic Collection - August 2024

I was going to try and do these more regularly but some stuff happened (bought a house, work/life drama, the entire month of July

Anyway...

Multi-Chapter Fics:

I See Myself In Reflections of You

At your request, a long-fic inspired Bumbleby Week day 2: I See You.

What's it about?

It's about the connections we form with people who recognise our pain and what it means to be truly seen.

What's the vibe?

Angst with a happy ending. Everyone's hurting but they're working on getting better.

What's different about this fic?

The key traumatic events for Blake and Yang aren't described by them but by the people closest to them. They only ever describe their feelings and treatments after the fact, the details are provided by someone else.

How much can I read?

The first 4 chapters are already out, providing the introductions to the arcs for Blake, Yang, Weiss, and Ruby.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57775144

Shattered Divinity

Soulmates / Deities AU which explores a number of dark and unpleasant themes. Reader discretion is advised.

What's it about?

The life Yang Xiao Long, Goddess of the Sun, as she seeks penance for her part in the breaking of the world.

What's the vibe?

Dark and angsty. This story explores a number of difficult themes and prospective readers are strongly advised to consider the tags before reading. This isn't for everyone.

How much can I read?

The first 4 chapters are already available and make up the "introduction" portion of the story. There is also an appendix for those wishing to know more about the divine pantheon and how it works.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52062352

The Monsters At My Side And In My Shadow

A fic that asks the question: What would happen if instead of leaving the White Fang, Blake chose to stay and get revenge on Adam?

Featuring Yang as a weregrimm.

What's it about?

Blake and Yang form a dangerous partnership in order to achieve their own bloody goals and end up having to navigate their attractions to one another.

What's the vibe?

Light angst. This one touches on a few darker concepts but it is intended as an easy read.

How Much Can I Read?

The first three chapters are already available.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53138140

Anthology Works:

As Told By Ember

A collection of one-shots following Blake and Yang's relationship but told from the perspective of Yang's best friend, a golden retriever named Ember. These are intended to be light, fluffy stories with sprinklings of angst.

There are currently 2 works available with more planned:

Best Laid Plans: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53848393

Expecting: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54719149

Bumbleby Week 2024

8 prompts, 8 one-shots. There's something for everyone here.

Day 1 - Bumblebaby - Expecting:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54719149

Day 2 - Jock / Nerd - I See You:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bumbleby_Week_2024_Sawrin/works/54744832

Day 3 - Soulmates - And Every Time I'll Find You:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bumbleby_Week_2024_Sawrin/works/54808465

Day 4 - Farm Girl / Nomad - Maybe This Year:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bumbleby_Week_2024_Sawrin/works/55004965

Day 5 - Evil Yang / Evil Blake - A Weak And Foolish Heart:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bumbleby_Week_2024_Sawrin/works/54845104

Day 6 - Comfort - The Way It Feels:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bumbleby_Week_2024_Sawrin/works/54830038

Day 7 - AU Day (Fake Dating) - Double Date:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bumbleby_Week_2024_Sawrin/works/54880969

Day 8 - Bonus / VA Appreciation - Downtime:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bumbleby_Week_2024_Sawrin/works/55028764

One-Shots:

The Hunt

This one is for the monster fuckers. Werewolf Yang and human Blake and a lot of defiled furniture.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52811635

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! I just wanna say your writing is amazing, and I absolutely adore your tmc stories and writing overall it's so good!!!! I was wondering if I could get a continuation of the Adam x gn reader where they found him alongside Thatcher (maybe they drive him to somewhere safe like an inn/motel and care for him. Whether it be cuddling, reassurance, allowing him to vent. Bcuz they just don't mind him being an alternate. Regardless of what he is they care for him and want the best.) I need my boy to feel okay :(

Aw thanks! I'm surprised ya'll wanted continuations for not just one of my Adam fics, but TWO of them. It makes me happy though!

For this one, I imagine Reader finding out how truly difficult helping Adam is gonna be when he starts acting more like an Alternate, but it's a fight they refuse to give up on.

So enjoy <3

Read the first part/prequel here

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"Well..here we are. I told the lady we're staying several nights, but my credit card should cover it."

Opening the door to the motel room, you pocketed the key before heading inside to check things out, tossing some bags onto the table.

Adam, in the meantime, stood there awkwardly in the hallway. But after you called his name, he snapped out of his trance and entered--

Only to bump his head on the top of the doorframe and wince in pain, rubbing the spot where it hurt as he scowled at nothing specific.

After everything that's happened tonight, he forgot that his painful metamorphosis and splintering of bones made him a few inches taller...not that he considered it a plus in any way, shape, or form.

If the circumstances were different, he'd probably brag about it to everyone.

Fortunately you didn't notice his mishap, as you were making sure there weren't any TVs or mirrors in the room. Not just for your own safety, but also for Adam's sanity, too.

He couldn't stand seeing his reflection in anything; even the van's rearview mirror made him freak out when he accidentally looked at it, screeching uncontrollably and screwing up the radio's signal until you finally figured out what was wrong and covered it up.

That's the first and only time you nearly crashed the van, thank goodness.

The rest of the drive was uneventful until you found this rundown motel somewhere on the outskirts of Werksha County, deciding it's the safest place to lay low until you both figured out what to do next.

Of all things, you never expected one of your closest friends to be an Alternate--not one who recently killed him and stole his identity, but one who didn't even know what he was until this very night.

Apparently, the "Intruder" revealed that he had replaced his real counterpart at only 4 years old, his mom having been dead this entire time...and deciding that now was the time for him to 'awaken".

Though given how he was crying, screaming, and begging for death when you and Thatcher found him, it's obvious he didn't take that news very well and didn't want to be anything like them.

He lived as a human for so long..he was convinced that he is one and refused to accept his reality.

You couldn't bring yourself to hate him for something he had no control over, nor were you going to ever treat him like one of those monsters.

They were heartless and evil...and while Adam himself acted that way for the past several weeks, pushing away everyone who cared about him, you realized he regretted it deeply. Surely Alternates don't feel things like that.

Eventually you'll have to tell Sarah and Evelin the truth, and also find out where BPS goes from here.

But none of that was important right now.

Taking care of him was.

"Alright. Everything looks good...shit, even the beds look pretty decent. I'm surprised."

Blinking, Adam looked to see you plop down onto one of the beds, laying on your back. "You gotta come over here, man. I promise it's comfier than it looks."

After a bit of silence, you heard some shuffling noises and glanced at him as he limped over to the other bed. He sat down and shrugged off your BPS jacket, using it like a blanket before he curled up on the mattress, resting his head on the pillow and tucking his lanky limbs close to his chest.

In a way, he almost acted like a cat...which was kinda cute.

"Yeah I'm pretty tired, too. You need anything, Adam?" You asked.

All you got was a shake of his head in response, his eyes already closed.

'Right..we both need some sleep. I know he definitely does. We'll figure out some game plan in the morning, then..' You took off your shoes, leaving them on the floor before getting under the sheets and turning off the lamp light.

"Well..goodnight."

He mumbled something, but you assumed was also "goodnight" and eventually fell fast asleep..

Until your short-lived dream turned into a nightmare.

You found yourself standing alone in a dark void, hearing the muffled screams of your friend that sounded so close...and yet so far away. But no matter what, you couldn't find him anywhere, even as you ran and called out his name.

If anything, it felt like you were moving even further away.

Then you were halted by a figure descending from the sky--being that same mysterious angel statue you saw back in the van, except its face was covered by a black square. Its movements, however, were quite lively as it spoke to you in the same voice that claimed itself to be your "intuition".

It whispered that you could not save the "Mandela Prophet" from his destiny, even though what he did tonight was unexpected--implying that he was supposed to harm you.

But it vowed that his "disguise" will eventually shed itself..and when it does you won't be safe anymore.

You refused to believe it, instead asking what it wanted from you.

Its response?

"I want you to open your eyes"

Suddenly you woke up, heart pounding a mile a minute as you looked around the dark motel room. It took a moment to realize you were out of that horrible dream.

But then you ceased all movements as you noticed the time on the alarm clock displayed 3:33 AM in red neon....before seeing a skeletal figure sitting on the edge of your bed, uncomfortably close.

It stared down at you with white pupils rolling around in its eyes, its mouth hung open--stretching to biologically impossible proportions as it spoke in whispers you couldn't decipher, despite its mouth not moving at all.

"A-Adam? That you?"

You bravely turned on the lamp light, rubbing your eyes to see that it was indeed your friend watching over you. His mouth was back in its normal place...although you did see it wide open for a split second after light filled the room before he closed it immediately.

It did give you a mini heart attack, forgetting he was capable of something like that, though you tried acting like you never saw it at all.

"S-Sorry..I didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized, clearing his throat. "I...couldn't sleep. Fuck, how can I?"

"It's alright. I don't think I can either." Sighing, you sat up and smiled reassuringly at him. "We've been through a lot of shit tonight, and-"

"You need to kill me."

Your smile faded as you stared at him, confused when he shoved one of his pillows against your torso. It had stuffing torn out of it, the case covered in blood and saliva.

"What the--?!" You blinked, looking down in horror. "Adam, is this your bl-?!!"

"I tried it and it didn't fucking work...s-so I need you to do it for me. Please." He begged. "I've tried everything else!!"

'Is he...asking me to smother him..? Was he...actually screaming earlier?' Your heart sunk into your stomach at the realization he tried killing himself while you were sleeping, but you shook your head.

"Adam we're not having this conversation again. I can't do that to you, okay? It's not going to work, and even if it did...I just...I can't. If you think I'm okay with straight-up murdering you-"

"Just do it, [y/n]...I-I don't care how long it takes. I don't want to be your burden anymore. I just...I want this to END!!!" He panicked, growing frustrated that you weren't taking the pillow as he now kneeled in front of you, hands trembling. "I'm one of those sick fucks that took your family away! So get revenge! KILL ME!!!"

"But you're not." Your gaze softened, resting your hands over his own. "You didn't kill them. You're my friend-"

"How can you see THIS as a friend-d-d?!!" He wailed, tearing himself away from you as coarse static began to overlay his voice. "This "friend" hurt so many people...Jonah...a-and Evelin...and it's going to hurt you too if you don't stop me!! PLEASE JUST FUCKING END MY SUFFERING-G-G!!!

You desperately tried to calm him down, afraid that someone in the neighboring rooms would hear all of his screaming and howling.

But he didn't stop.

"Shhh! Adam-! Adam, please just-!!"

"STOP IT!! DON'T CALL ME THAT!!! THAT'S NOT MY NAME!! IT WAS NEVER MY NAME!! I lied to you...I DECIEVED you, and you were too stupid to realize it.."

"...h-huh?" You froze, bewildered as his face suddenly became devoid of all emotion, staring dead at your confused expression.

"You stopped that cop from putting a bullet in my head." Tears began streaming down his bony cheeks, his jaw going slack as he spoke. "You're so selfish. You're a coward. Don't you see how horrible you are..keeping me around?! You think I can be saved?! You're only making me SUFFER, [y/n], and it's all your fault!"

You were shocked at the things he was saying to you, wondering if the last of his humanity had finally slipped away...and this is all that remained now.

"A-Adam, please stop-"

"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!" He began to mimic your voice to near-perfection, hearing hysterical laughter coming from him despite his expression not matching it at all.

You could tell from his eyes alone that he wasn't in total control over himself. He wasn't doing this on purpose.

It was those Alternate instincts trying to override him, attempting to submit you to the symptoms of M.A.D.

Begging him to be quiet was no longer working. You had to try something else...something that would catch him off-guard.

And you finally figured it out.

Taking the pillow, you tossed it aside before gently pulling Adam into your arms, once again being careful not to crush any of his fragile bones. Almost immediately his laughter stopped, his whole body seizing up.

Without the jacket you've previously given him, you could feel how extremely skinny he was, his vertebrae almost poking through his flesh. But it didn't stop you from wrapping your arm around his back, petting his hair soothingly with your other hand.

"...what are you doing-g?" He asked, his voice muffled by your shoulder. "Don't touch me! I-I'm...I will....!"

"You'll what?"

"......."

From the way his entire form gradually went slack in your arms, you realized he was (somewhat) back to his old self, and smiled. "See? You're not hurting me now, and you didn't before. I still trust you, Adam."

He didn't do anything for a few long moments, but just when you were about to let him go, he suddenly hugged you back and fully buried his face into your shoulder, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to...! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..!!"

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean any of it." You consoled, allowing him to pull you closer to him. As much as he tried, he could barely crush you..considering he had little strength left. "It's okay, we're both okay."

He just shook his head, still devastated that he tried giving you M.A.D and couldn't stop himself. "Th-This is why I wanted you to leave me..b-before I say stupid shit like that and hurt you...."

"C'mon, you've said a lot of "stupid shit" over the years. It's gonna take more than that to drive me away." As you rubbed his bare back, you could feel him nuzzling into your shirt more, desperate for warmth that his own body no longer provided him.

"I-It's so cold. I'm scared, [y/n]...I'm scared of myself." He choked. "None of this feels...real."

"I know. I...can't even imagine what's been going through your head tonight. But you're still my friend, and nothing's gonna change that. Not even this, alright?"

After a few moments of silence he nodded, sniffling. "I'm sorry for putting all of this on you. But....if you have to kill me-"

"Adam."

"R-Right, right...I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again.."

"....we'll figure out something else, okay? And I'll be here for you. Just like always."

Although Adam didn't verbally respond to that, he let go of you and laid down beside you, indicating he wanted to at least attempt to sleep. You were surprised that he didn't just return to his own bed, but you weren't going to be a dick and kick him off.

So you gave him most of the sheets and blankets, knowing he needed them far more than you did. He only mumbled a small "thank you" before turning his back to you, now tucked under the blanket.

You got under the covers as well, switching off the light again, but you heard him still crying softly into the pillow and groaning in pain, clearly trying to hide it from you.

It hurts that you couldn't take away his pain.

The one thing you could do, however, was comfort him..now knowing he wasn't going to push you away like he did before. So you gently put your arm around him, closing some of the space between you two while not being too constricting.

And while he didn't stop crying right away, he eventually quieted down and fell asleep with one less worry on his mind.

You hoped it wasn't too weird--just something to reassure him that you're gonna be right here when he awakened.

It did the trick.

You weren't going to leave him.

Not anytime soon.