#i can't tell if that expression is aroused or pissed though

[silversailormoan]

My favourite part is Hyunjae sees his Yoojin afraid of him and fucking kicks Taewon in the face for being the culprit, none of his usual grace or his elegance in sight

[seltaa]

-Gorgeous Routine

Important: This is my first time writing a smut and honestly, this is making me nervous. Also, I have no experience at all, so don't judge me TvT And english isn't my native language, so there might be some grammar mistakes (really sorry for that :c).

Pairings - Modern!scaramouche x fem!reader, modern!childe x fem!reader(only for a short time, tho. This is about scaramouche x reader <3)

Tags - hate sex, public sex aka in school, non protection, implied cockwarming, possessives, slutshaming.

God, you hate that one arrogant kid, also known as your big enemy, Scaramouche. He wouldn't leave you alone, not even at lunch. You wish you could just punch that pretty face of his, but you're already much of a troublemaker, and you won't ruin your school life because of him, right?

Well, it's pretty much ruined, anyway. You both act as enemies should, though, you both have some gorgeous routine. Everyday at lunch time, in one of the restroom stalls, you bend over for him to take you. You wonder why you even cooperate, but you must admit, it feels good.

As the school day goes on, you notice it's nearly lunch time, and you're still sitting on your seat as you were about to take a nap. Well, no time for that, now. You quickly stand up, ready to meet your enemy at the same usual meeting spot, someone suddenly stops you by placing their hand on your shoulder, you turn around to see..Childe? He's known as the playboy in the school, and he plays that role pretty much well.

"You look like you're in a hurry, as always. Might as well tell me where you're going?" Damn, he has that smug, and his gorgeous, ginger hair, added with those little freckles on his face. You can't help but find him handsome as everyone does.

"I'm just going somewhere far away from the canteen, I don't like eating in public." You lie, adding an awkwardly and fake smile, you desperately hope he will buy that.

"I see," He says, sighing, you see him leaning dangerously closer to your face, his breath is hot against your face, and you flinch a little, "God, you look so delicious right now, you make me want to devour you whole, Y/N." He suddenly adds, and your eyes widen at his sudden boldness. Your heart pounding, and you feel like it's trying to escape out of your chest.

"I'm just kidding!" He chuckles, giving you a quick peck on your cheek and leaning back. You didn't expect this at all. He gives you one last wink, before turning around to leave, as if nothing happened just now. What's his deal, anyway?

You shake that thought of your mind, and quickly run to the meeting spot you were supposed to meet Scaramouche with. Damn, you're 4 minutes late.

As you finally arrive and catch your breath, you see Scaramouche leaning against the wall, looking pretty pissed off? You can tell by his expression. "So you're talking to Childe now, huh? Explains why you're late, then." His eyebrows twitch slightly, he's trying his hardest to not just grit his teeth and use you, till your legs give out.

"Scaramouche, I-"

"I didn't know you were such a whore, Y/N." His sentence interrupts you. His tone sounds stern and you can't help but look away in return, annoyed.

"Why do you care?" You ask, curious and confused.

"Why do I care?" He sighs angrily, your question made him snap slightly. You see him walking closer towards you, staring down at you as if you were nothing more but an insect he could step on.

"Isn't it obvious? I wonder who fucks you everyday, who makes you scream out of pleasure and pain at the same time, who's able to make you cum within seconds?" He stops for a moment, seeing how your eyes widen as you feel your arousal building from his words.

"I think it's pretty obvious that you only belong to me. I won't let that bastard take you away from me, Y/N." He adds, and his hand raise towards your neck, his fingers wrap around your neck and you feel him tightening his grip slightly, leaving your mouth open slightly by itself, and he pushes his lips against yours, kissing you forcefully as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth. You whine in return, struggling to breathe as your eyebrows twitch. His hand on your neck and his tongue inside your mouth makes your vision blur.

After a few seconds, he finally pulls away from your mouth, panting heavily afterwards. You whimper softly as he pulls away, his hand still on your sensitive neck.

"You look like you're begging for more, you really are a slut, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly, releasing your neck and grabbing your wrist instead.

"But I'm not judging or complaining. In fact, I like seeing you break under me, you're so submissive for me, Y/N." He whispers seductively against your ear, and he suddenly drags you towards the restroom, kicking the door open. He's clearly getting impatient as he enters one of the stalls, locking the door behind him and pushing you against the wall, your chest pressed against the wall as you feel him taking off your underwear, you let out a soft whimper in surprise.

"W-wait, slow dow-" You try to say, but his hand covers your mouth, you're starting to get nervous as you shiver already.

"Shut up. This is what you get for being so easy, for being such a whore for other men." He smirks, making you bend over against the wall for him as he pulls up your skirt. He grins at the sight, grabbing one of your butt cheeks and squeezing it roughly. He presses his bulge against your ass.

"Damn it, Y/N. I can't wait to hear your muffled moans," He suddenly smacks your ass, your back arches and you let out a muffled gasp. He chuckles, feeling himself getting even harder as he pulls down his pants and boxer. His hardened cock jumps out and rests on your abused butt cheek.

"I don't think I need to stretch you out, hmm?" He asks, moving his hand and placing it against your wet cunt, he teases your clit in slow circles, you whine in return, his other hand is still covering your mouth.

"Look at you, so wet and ready for me already. Such a good slut for me," He says, his hand leaves your wet cunt, places it on your hip instead, gripping it. He harshly places the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing your hole.

"Save me the trouble, and try not to pass out." He adds for the final time. Without any warning, he pushes his cock inside of you, filling you up at once. You let out a muffled yelp as he starts to move slowly but roughly, his hips slap against your ass as he keeps his hand on your mouth, his other hand grips your hip a little too hard, nails digging into your flesh.

"F-fuck, Y/N." He groans, leaning forward to kiss and bite on your shoulder from behind, as if he was marking you as his. Your eyes close by itself as you moan against his palm, breathy noises can be heard from you, and he grins in return, knowing what he's causing to you.

He finally releases your mouth, and you struggle to breathe. You whine as he suddenly stops moving, you look over your shoulder to look at him and you begin to move your own hips, wanting him to keep moving. He in other hand grins in amusement.

"Hah, so pathetic. Do you want my cock that badly? Let me see you beg, then." He exclaims, and you bite your lower lip nervously, your eyes start getting teary.

"M-mh- Please, f-fuck me. I need you so bad, Scara.." You mumble shakily, he grips your hips and starts moving again, faster and harder than before, and his cock presses against your g spot each thrust. You moan uncontrollably, and you were almost seeing stars.

"My name. I want you to say it while I fuck you hard."

"..S-scara," You mumble out, feeling your legs tremble as his pace increases, he grits his teeth and groans, before biting on your shoulder possessively again.

"Louder."

"Scara!.."

"That's it. I'm going to fill you up." He breathes out, and presses his fingers against your clit, before moving them in circles harshly that sends you right to your release, he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he cums right after. His hot seed filling you up completely, and he keeps moving, riding out his orgasm as he watches you come undone.

After some moment, he stops moving, sighing from pleasure. You try to recover from the rough event just now, and he smiles as you struggle to stay still, he pulls you down with him as he sits on the floor, making you sit on his lap. His throbbing cock still inside you, and you feel his hot seed leaking out of you that makes you shiver uncontrollably.

"You're so warm inside, I love it." He breathes out, his head rests on your chest, hearing your heart beat. You never saw him getting this loving after the thing, you wrap your arms around his neck as you still try to recover.

"I hate you, Scara." He chuckles in return, before squeezing one of your breasts roughly that makes you yelp and squirm in surprise, "Scara!.."

[stormxpadme]

Whumptober 2023 No. 3 - "Make it stop."

READ THE FIRST SCENE OF THAT STORY ON AO3.

That the promised night of passion together with his more-or-less-boyfriend would be even far more challenging than expected, Scott already realized on the way to the car.

What had been a minor annoyance before turned into a serious affliction with every step, especially on sensitive membranes inside not meant for contact with ingredients like pepper and Tabasco. Nothing that a cleanout couldn’t fix but only now that the excitement dampening his senses was wearing down for the moment, Scott became aware of how enthusiastically Logan had been with his hand earlier. One or two small abrasions on his slightly swollen rim and deeper was something he gladly accepted for the arousal that came with such explorations, usually even welcoming the spike of pain that added even more sweet adrenaline to that ride of occasional total submission … But in combination with what was left of that sauce in locations where the latter shouldn’t be, every foot up the stairs from the bar and to the parking lot nearby became torture. Not wanting to burden his lover with such a triviality, Scott gladly, silently accepted Logan taking the wheel, not least because he'd lost count of his alcohol consumption at some point in the course of the evening, and sat down in the passenger seat as gingerly as possible, swallowing every smallest noise of pain down, though that cramp in his lower body became a nuisance at this point. Stubbornly suppressing that best as he could, he turned the radio up to let the sheer shrill volume of Jagger's pipes drown out the slightly too uneven breathing on his lips and closed his eyes behind his glasses for a couple of minutes, with the not entirely wrong excuse that he was beat as fuck after this too long day. He must indeed have dozed off because he only came around to the bang of the jeep's driver's door being slammed shut far too brusquely. Blinking his vision clear, he, slightly clumsily in his disorientation, opened his seatbelt, wincing softly at the sting in his lower abdomen from just the pressure of his lower arm reaching across.

By that time, Logan had almost made it to the door leading inside the mansion already, without even looking back over his shoulder. For a moment, Scott was convinced, his lover wouldn’t react at all to Scott calling out to him, with Logan's hunched posture, the way his fists were clenching inside the pockets of his leather jacket, revealing how pissed off he suddenly was out of the blue. When Logan turned around to him, with an expression of both honest hurt and unbridled aggression distorting his rugged features, he almost wished, his lover would have left. "What's the problem, Slim? Could swear you'd rather be on your own, with you keeping your mouth so firmly shut about how I just fucked you up and all."

Scott rubbed his still slightly heated forehead with a sigh, feeling his cheeks suspiciously flush next. At this point, he really should know better. "I didn’t think you'd …"

"What? Not smell that that you're bleeding? That your shirt is soaked with sweat? The rustling from your jeans because you can't sit still for a second?" Still visibly fuming, Logan at least came back to him, crossing the at this time fortunately entirely empty garage to lean against the car opposite to where Scott had sunk back against the jeep's frame with helplessly crossed arms and his head lowered. His voice only softened when Scott's shoulders grew tighter with every word and he was looking for an explanation in vain in his usually rich vocabulary. "You wanna tell me why this keeps on happening, Slim? You got no problem telling me when I make mistakes in the field. I'm not made of glass, you know. There's no need to go easy on me as soon as we're in private."

"That's not what this is about," Scott replied hesitatively, not sure if he could – should – voice what was going through his head. He already had a pretty good idea of what Logan would have to say about it, and actually, the guy was pissed off enough already. But Logan had also just very unambiguously told him something, and if Scott wanted to treat him with the same respect and affection he was feeling for this peculiar feral more by the month, he indeed couldn’t hold his tongue just to avoid a little arguing. That was exactly how he'd lost Jean for good at some point. "It's just that I'm not made of glass either, Logan. And I love everything we do. You should be able to sense that too. Sometimes my body just doesn’t get the whole memo. Nothing that won't be fixed in a couple of hours though. I didn’t want that to ruin our night. We don't get too many of those as it is. I don't want to be the reason that we have to cancel a little bit of fun when that would never happen the other way around, don't you get that? I guess ..." Untypically shyly, he reached out for his lover, glad when Logan stepped into his circle, rolling his eyes, still chewing on his cigar and his anger, but possessively buried his hands in the back pockets of Scott's jeans. This time, he didn’t bother trying to hide his wince when another cramp hit at the too-tight pressure of the fabric against his groin. But Scott only tightened the grip of his arms around Logan's shoulders when his lover tried to pull away again because that rare, harmless embrace felt far too good to want to give it up again already. "Guess I'm just trying to keep up."

"And how exactly do you think you can when you end up on the sick bay because you fail to show me your limits?" When Scott already opened his mouth for another defense but closed it again because he couldn’t think of any, Logan nodded bitterly. Now he let go of Scott after all, but only to sneak his hand between their bodies and open two of the buttons of Scott's jeans again as if they were still in the darkness of that damn bar, then pulled his shirt back over that slightly improper appearance that immediately ended that painful clench inside though. "Which is where we're going now, by the way. I'm sure your ex will be delighted to be called from Warren's bed at this time to see you naked instead."

"I don't need a doctor, Logan." Scott shivered just at the thought of what Jean would say about having to deal with a stupid little accident like this at 3 fucking a.m. in the morning. "I don't," he insisted when Logan snorted and tried to turn away, pulling Scott with him. With a little bit of effort and enough practice after a couple of years of sparring against that bastard, he managed to keep him where he was with the right pressure against sensitive muscles on the side of Logan's thick neck. "Stop. You want me to talk to you, then I'm going to need you to listen. This isn’t my first rodeo. You think Jean never went wild on me with her telekinesis? I know what to do, I got the stuff in my room. I'll be alright in an hour. You rather want to watch a game and crash on the sofa in the meantime, I get that. It's me who fucked up tonight, not you. It's only fair that I get to jerk off alone in frustration before going to bed tonight."

"Yeah, not gonna happen. That would mean punishing myself, and I'm not half as masochistic as you, Slim." Logan shook his head at Scott in growing exasperation and turned away again, without letting go of Scott's hand though. "Until you finally get it in your thick head that no one's asking you to be invulnerable, least of all me, you need someone to watch that dumb back of yours. Move it before I get tempted to call Jean on you after all."

Scott found that a very convincing argument to hurry.

*****

Logan insisted, of course, so it wasn’t but 10 minutes before Scott found himself stomach down and buck naked on his bed, with a thick pillow under his hips, and his cheeks once again flushed for a whole unsexy reason. Logan's slightly shocked hiss when he sat down next to him on the mattress had him draw in his shoulders again but this time, he didn’t even try to come up with an excuse. "Looks worse than it is, I reckon."

"Don't tempt me to photograph your damn ass just to prove you wrong. I don't put it beyond some of the kids here to hack our damn phones." A growl on his lips, Logan bent down to him for a surprisingly gentle kiss to the side of his neck, to his shoulder, distracting him from the suddenly no longer half-as-pleasant sensation of a carefully probing touch in most intimate places. The result of that slightly clumsy scan apparently was indeed not half as dramatic as Logan seemed to have feared because Scott could see his tense posture give in from the corner of his eyes, and his hand was no longer shaking when he reached for that small unmarked tube with Shi’ar instant healing salve that Scott had laid out on the pillow.

That Logan had brought something on his own to this improvised First Aid session, Scott didn’t realize until he felt a frown on his face because nothing was happening. He forced his eyes open again, cranking his head to the side to try and look his lover in the eye. Immediately, his heart was pounding faster in his chest. A very welcome, familiar kind of heat started to pump through his veins again when he saw a considerably thin but long toy in his lover's hand not holding that tube. Oh.

"That would speed things along if you can handle it," Logan said calmly, making no move yet to use those two items in combination. "I've had some bad experiences with making assuming about the latter though, so you're gonna need to give me some pointers here."

Scott was many things but – though he knew a couple of people who would probably disagree – not a slow learner. And he was usually only irresponsible about his own health until persons caring for him hit him over the head with a brick to get him to seek help. He apparently just needed to get used to the thought that Logan, his old rival of old people, was indeed now part of that intimate circle of beings allowed to get so close to Scott. He closed his eyes again with a reluctant shudder and spread his legs slightly more in a clear invitation, letting out a groan at the next cramp hitting, making him feel like something between his legs was on fire. "Please. Hurts. Make it stop …" Another tender, appreciative kiss to his neck made it easier to relax the way he needed to, because that still wasn’t a horribly pleasant affair, alien miracle medicine or not. But when the toy was finally in place, quickly and without too much agony thanks to his lover's surprisingly gentle movements, and the touch of the cooling substance on raw spots immediately brought relief, Scott sank deeper into the mattress with a sigh of gratefulness, blindly reaching out to rest his hand on Logan's still fully clothed leg. "Thank you."

"See? Wasn’t that hard. Next time without the whole screaming and arguing part." Only now that Scott was quickly doing better, Logan gave him a well-deserved slap to the back of his head. Then he reached for Scott's hand where it was already – half out of teasing habit, half following the re-rising warmth in his cells at the arousing sensation of a harmless stretch inside – drawing small provocative circles on the inside of Logan's thigh. Instead of pushing it away as Scott had half and half expected, he guided it higher much to Scott's delight. "You know, for someone who pretends to hate to be called that so much, you sure as much do your best defending your slut reputation."

"I have yet to hear you complain, Claws," Scott answered lightly, the lewd grin on his lips already feeling a lot more natural, with every second that the burn and itch inside eased up more. The light brush of a certain plug against a highly sensitive location inside as he braced himself on his elbow to get closer to his lover, quickly went to his middle, hardness beginning to stir between his legs again. "Now, since we're gonna have to put a rain check on all those things I've asked you for earlier … I remember someone asking for a blowjob in that bar."

Logan let out an unbelieving huff but lost no time, falling back on the mattress to offer Scott's searching hands and wandering lips more room to play as buttons and zippers quickly were a thing of the past. "One of these days, I'll let Jean know in detail what she gave up on so lightly with you, Slim."

"Unless you want me to shoot something off your body that will take at least a month to regrow, I'd reconsider that," Scott warned him dryly. Then he knelt over his lover's legs with his lips pressed against the coarse hair of those broad, strong loins, to dedicate his mouth and hands for a few minutes of apology only to said, already swollen and leaking body parts. It soon turned out, not everything that they'd put on the wish list for tonight over their drinks earlier was off the table after all.

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Please note that this was once a preexisting oneshot based on a prompt, to which I added the above scenes to make it a legit Whumptober-entry.

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blccdiedhands asked: ❛   touch  yourself   &   think  about  me.   ❜ (helena @ medb)

Gritted teeth. Helena always knew just how to SMART Medb. It wasn't as if she didn't WANT to think about Helena while touching herself, oh no, no, no, don't get it twisted. In fact, left to her own devices, Medb would often (ALWAYS) find Helena playing on her mind, pon de la replay, whenever she was alone, or indeed, those increasingly less frequent interludes in which she'd use MEN to get what she wanted. Helena was to blame for those, too. Not that Medb would admit it. Both the one's that still happened -- Nigh exclusively at times of Helena busying herself with OTHER PEOPLE and PISSING MEDB THE FUCK OFF. And the one's that NO LONGER HAPPENED. Those had been entirely a subconscious shift in Medb's personality. A very troubling one at that. And part and parcel the major contributing factor in how Helena PISSED HER OFF. Because, as far as Medb could tell... Helena didn't seem to be feeling the same way.

That had been Medb's FOOLISH MISTAKE. Despite having full knowledge of the near-zero percent chance that she'd ACTUALLY MEAN IT, Medb had found herself increasingly frustrated with the tension that perpetually perpetrated itself between herself and Helena. Like a tightly bound string, threadbare and set to SNAP at any moment. The two were arguing and Medb? Well, her exact words, what were they again? Something along the lines of... "WHAT DO I NEED TO DO TO GET YOU TO ACCEPT MY STUPID APOLOGY?!" Yeah. She'd seen that shift in Helena's expression. That mischievous SPARKLE in her eyes. Medb should've known better. See, the entire POINT of fucking herself to Helena ALL ALONE was a PRIDE thing. Helena wasn't to know that Medb's sexuality (& sexual preferences) had been thrown into tumultuous turmoil ever since she and Helena had come face to face once more. (As if she didn't ALREADY know.) She wasn't supposed to ever find out exactly how DEPENDENT & OBSESSED Medb was growing. (Again, as if she didn't already know -- MAHATMA & ALL THAT.) It reminded Medb of her first life with Cu. Only way, way, worse. Cu was but a guy who refused to give Medb the time of day. The ONLY guy that did so. Helena? Well... Helena was the ONLY GIRL that Medb WANTED to give her the time of day... And Helena DID. ...But only on HER terms...

-- "TOUCH YOURSELF AND THINK ABOUT ME." --

-- ...THIS WAS ON HER TERMS... --

"Tsk. You really are a cocky bitch, you know that?" Still she found her clit THROBBING, a rush of arousal aching between her thighs, focusing in on that tiny bundle of burning nerves. The thought of touching herself in front of Helena. Shameful. HUMILIATING as it may have been. The thought of Helena WANTING HER to touch herself... And the explicit permission that Helena wanted, no, DEMANDED, for her to think of her... Heart raced, she bit her lip, letting out a murmur as thighs pinched, breath hot and heavy. FUCK. "They all think I'm the big, bad, evil, bitch. They just haven't slept with YOU yet..." Right hand trembled, fingers itching, bones flexed, fingers arching, curling up, knuckles bone white. "So what? I come while thinking about you, and you'll go with me to ServantFes this year? All sins forgiven?" Probably not ALL. That was asking... A LOT. America. Imprisoning her during Ishtar's race. The time she tried to murder two ten-year-old girls because she wanted to be the most powerful magical girl in all the realms. (Long story. Don't ask.) In fact, almost ALL of Helena's worst memories came from Medb RUINING HER LIFE. Was kind of Medb's hobby. Though, in her defense, she'd say that if Helena didn't WANT to have Medb ruining her life, then maybe she shouldn't have been the best damn sex (and the most genuine fun) Medb had ever had in her life.

(And she definitely shouldn't have abandoned her back when they were magical girls. See? Long story.)

"Okay. but, don't blame me if you can't keep your HANDS to yourself. They don't call it my GOLDEN BODY for nothing~..." She smirked and fell back against Helena's bed, readily peeling away the red jacket, parting her thighs to flash red lace beneath her skirt skirt. Perhaps wearing THIS outfit while asking for forgiveness was also a little... STUPID AS FUCK. But, hey, just because she committed evil atrocities in it, didn't make it any less cute to wear, right? Fingers fell to thighs, tracing up milky, faultless flesh to rub at soaking lips through bright, now dyed dark with lust, red panties. Thighs instinctually parted further of their own accord as she let out a HEAVY BREATH, gasping and raspy, fingers moving up to massage at her panty-clad pussy, thumb brushing over engorged clit through the material. "Define THINK ABOUT YOU. Can I just watch you? Or do I have to close my eyes and use my IMAGINATION~?" Medb wasn't sure which one would best favor her, to be honest. On the one hand, watching Helena would save her ego from actually FANTASIZING ABOUT HER. (Like the pathetic little slut she was.) But at least if she FANTASIZED about her, she'd have an excuse to get VOCAL and maybe, just maybe, drag Helena down to their shared utopic oblivion. Hand reached up, pushing aside her red bra to cup at her perky tit, pinching at her sore and aching nipple, pinching hard, twisting and pulling, nails threatening to SCRAPE, SCRATCH & CUT. And she cooed out, gentle and whimpery, right fingertips now circling her clit in tight, fast, strokes. Moans began to spill, long and sing-song.

"Mmmh. Mmmhhh... Mmmhhh... God you're such a... Nnghh... Bitch... Better hope no one comes in and finds you getting off to me~..."

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I remember reading the Belly dancer s/o of Kai and was hoping… could we have a secret belly dancer s/o of Dabi and Hawks? And maybe if possibly Shigaraki too?

This fucking asshole.

As soon at the start of your relation ship of he gets to know this he is flustered and just mumbles something incomprehensible while the health skin of his turn a light shade of pink.

If not this mf whistles while checking out your outfit and your body while you dance.

Does 👏 not 👏 care 👏 about the bad looks he get from you or others.

Dabi will ask or bargain with you to do a proper and personal show only for him.

What? Can you blame a man for getting aroused with his girlfriend? Nah you cant .

OH GOD IF THIS GUY SEES ANOTHER MAN OGLING YOU UP HE IS GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM AND THEN BURN TO CRISPS.

Don't tell you though.

Resume: proud and horny boyfriend.

👆 is him on the middle of your classes.

You get pissed off that your colleagues and even your teachers go to him almost drooling on your boyfriend but he let's everyone very clear he is only here for his girlfriend.

Although when alone? Ohohoho.

Flustered.

Yet still smiles proudly because he knows is something you like to do and he cant express how much love and proud he is skiwbeixieneid he is so sweet about it yet cocky.

Hee likes to see you in red because it matches his wings so he grows absolutely red and feathers puff at seing you dancing on a outfit all red.

Happy birdman.

Wont hesitate to punch someone who is cat calling you.

His dove, no one else. If someone dares to even say a peak about you on the wrong way they will be found at the hospital.

Laughes at seeing Tokayami absolutely embarrased at the sign of you on your belly dancing outfit while entering his office.

You apologize to the kid numbers of time while Keigo muffled his laughter by his jacket.

Ah, first time writing for this man and it will be absolutely garbage

So.

To put it simply. Tomura is most used at seeing those things on video games and only 2D characters, so at first when you told him about it he didn't seem fazed enough or if he even cared about it.

But as soon as he sees you he is like a mixture of the angry and embarrassed.

Blood rushes to his face so fast that you were afraid he might ended up fainted while playing outlast.

Shigaraki Tomura aka Tenko has stopped working.

Flustered because you look good and are using the outfit of his favorite color and angry because she cant comprehend why is he like this?!?!

Doesn't let you go to class at first because he is jealous and possessive and ended up on a fight with you.

Goes to your classes and immediately regrets because ehe feels overwhelmed while seeing you dancing.

Some bastard came to you and started to flirt but then you told him you had a boyfriend with an annoyed expression and when the man came Shigaraki just grabbed his wrist with only his middle finger raised up as he stared creepily at the brute.

"Trash like you should be turned into dust. If you can't comprehend when my player two says no." He put his finger down watching with a smile the man scream in agony "Then you're more useful for the janitor cleaning this place".

Yeah... you cant go to classes after that time... and only took online ones.

You stay mad at him for a bit but hey? He defended you and blushes cutely everytime you dance near his gaming chair.

Is a win-win situation

[lilystyles]

needy needy needy.

written by @lilystyles

my masterlist for others & my main masterlist (harry styles!)

authors notes hi i'm back from the dead. maybe. we'll see. anyway, enjoy !! reblog and follow to see more horny peter content content.

brief description peter and y/n are enemies who just so happen to be hooking up. one night peter comes knocking on her door begging for her help.

warnings! smut (f!recieving, smut, cum, oversitumaltion, m!receiving, rough) around 3k words.

enemieswithbenefits!tasm!peter x enemy!fem!reader

Y/n didn’t know what time it was when she heard a knock on her door. She grumbled, yanking a t-shirt from her floor covering her naked body. She wandered down the hall from her room as she tried to hold onto the last of her slumber, but it was slowly slipping away from her, once she turned the lights on she was sure it was gone.

She was pissed off. It had taken her ages to fall asleep and now someone was banging on her apartment door.

When she opened it a dishevelled Peter Parker stood before her. His hair was messy, but still as always looked soft, his attire was a loose black long-sleeved shirt and grey tracksuit pants, his face looked as if he was in agony. He was supposed to be out doing superhero shit.

"Parker? What are you doing here?" She asked. Peter's face wrinkled in pain further when he noticed all she was wearing was a see-through white shirt. He could see her s/c skin and her nipples were hard peaking through her shirt. He wanted to devour her whole. His entire body was throbbing for her.

When she noticed his face growing into an even more agonised expression she frowned, confused. "What's wrong with you? Constipated again? Go use your own bathroom."

He didn't answer though, or reply to her cheeky comment, he simply walked inside shutting the door behind him. "You said you had the apartment to yourself, correct?" He asked coldly.

Y/n nodded sleepily. "Yeah, my parents are away. What's this got to do with you being here?"

"I need you. Now." Peter almost growled moving towards Y/n.

"Peter, you can't just come barging in at the ass-crack of dawn demanding a shag!" Said Y/n slightly pissed off that he thought he could just do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. But she would be lying if she said she hadn't touched herself a few hours earlier to the thought of Peter's rough hands on her skin. She had texted him earlier to come over but he said he was out stopping some bad guys. He had hated every second of it and all could imagine a needy Y/n waiting for him.

When he got home to find the meal his Aunt May had left for him he threw it to the side. He was only hungry for her.

His hands slid under her shirt touching just below her navel. "Y/n, tell me you don't want it and I'll go. But I know you do, just as bad as I do.”

He may have been an arrogant prick to her but he was right. Y/n slid her hands up onto his shoulders and pushed him off her. He was shocked and even more aroused at Y/n's glaring eyes.

She nodded, gesturing to the couch. Peter sat down and Y/n walked over slowly. "What do you want, Peter?" She asked slowly, falling to her knees. Her hands landed on either of his thighs.

He groans slowly as his pants begin to grow even further in size. "You know what I want Y/n. Don't make me beg." He whined, his head falling back against the couch. The column of his neck craning backwards. He was being so needy tonight.

Y/n's hands began to pull down his pants until he was completely bare. "Beg, Parker." She smirked.

His jaw clenched and he looked away. Embarrassed of what she was asking of him. He never begged for her, that would mean she’d win. But his dick was throbbing angrily and he couldn’t focus with her that close to his leaking tip.

So he gave in. "Please Y/n? C'mon I need it. Only you can help." He whined.

Her breath fanned down on him coldly, he shivered, "And what exactly do you need? Tell me." He was so stiff it hurt. Every part of him was throbbing, aching, for her touch. Only she could help, he’d tried using his own touch or watching porn but nothing made his eyes roll and toes curl like she did. No orgasm was as good as one manipulated by her touch. He hated her even more for that. Why did Y/n have to be so good in bed? He’d prefer pretty much anyone else.

"Blow me." He said casually, he even surprised himself at the change in tone. He went from whining and begging to almost easy-going. As if whatever Y/n decided to do wasn't going to faze him.

She slowly licked the tip of him, hearing his breath hitch. But as quickly as she touched him she stopped, leaving her hot breath to hit his sensitive self. "Beg Parker."

Peter opened his eyes and looked down at the sight in front of him. Y/n on her knees, either of her hands on his thighs, mouth agape staring at his swollen friend.

"I changed my mind, if you're just gonna tease me I’ll go." He said, starting to pull his boxers and tracksuit bottoms back up. Y/n looked slightly disappointed, she herself had just begun to grow aroused now. She stopped him and silently went to work. She could tell he was bluffing but did it anyway. Even though she hated him, she loved that pretty dick of his.

She licked the tip and slowly put him deep into her mouth. When her nose was tickled by that small trail of hair she gagged slightly. Peter groaned trying his best to keep his hands to his sides, and keep his hips from thrusting up into her mouth. His hands had begun to dig into the couch and Y/n couldn't help but smirk. She moved her hand from the bottom of his dick and balls and grabbed one of his hands placing it into her hair. As if telling him it was alright. They were usually quite rough anyway.

“Are you sure?" He asked and Y/n stopped her movements and looked into his eyes.

She licked her lips, taking in a breath. "Yeah, it's fine."

She moved back down and sucked the tip slowly going down deeper and deeper. Her hands moved where she couldn't reach, and Peter let out a straggled cry and Y/n knew he was getting close. His hands were holding her messy hair and he was lightly pushing her down. But he didn't need to push her too hard, she was already doing exactly what he needed, she knew him well enough now to make orgasm within seconds. They had been doing this little arrangement for about three weeks. Experimenting with things. They already fucked nearly everyday since the first time. Like rabbits.

"Holy shit Y/n," He said, accidentally bucking his hips into her mouth. She looked up with doe eyes at him and Peter almost came on the spot, but he tried to hold on for longer. Within another minute though, he had come.

She still continued sucking though, letting him ride it out. "Fucking hell." He said breathlessly letting his hands go from her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear that sticking to her face.

She came up and wiped the salvia from her reddened lips. "Feeling a bit better?" She teased. He’s hands slipped around her face, lifting her to him and planting a big kiss on her lips.

“Thank you.” He said. He said that every time she gave him head. It made her laugh.

Peter then slid his boxers and pants back up and stood up grabbing her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hands to his neck. His lips landed on hers and they kissed feverishly, his hands squeezed her ass and she tried to push them even closer together. As he moved down to kiss her neck Y/n let out a small moan. "My room."

He followed her instructions and they walked to her room in between kisses. Peter threw her down onto the bed and quickly joined her. She wrapped her arms around his back pushing him further into her. This wasn’t the first time they had been in this position in her room.

They hurriedly tried to remove each other's clothes. But Peter was only focused on getting Y/n out of hers. He pushed her further up the bed until her head was on her pillows. Peter slowly kissed down her neck and pulled off the t-shirt she was in. He threw it somewhere across the room but neither of them bothered to check.

Her bare skin was still visible even in the dark. His kisses began to travel down from her neck, and soon enough he was kissing the bone of her hip. Just when he moved to where she wished him to be, he teased her. Kissing along her inner thighs, they were clenching she was so aroused. He grabbed one of them, his large hand practically covering it, and he moved it to the side. Holding it down firmly.

Her dripping core stared him in the face. He looked up at her, she was blushing. His breath fanned onto her, and if possible she grew more aroused. The ache in her stomach had grown almost too much to bear. Slowly he leaned in, licked a strip along the lips. She groaned, her nails digging into her blanket. Itching to be in his fluffy brown locks.

He stopped to look up, her back had begun to arch and she was begging him to touch her. His hand moved close and slowly began to rub circles on the swollen bud. The nub was already sensitive from earlier, this caused her body to jerk up. "Fuck me." She whispered, knowing he’d feel all cocky now.

He smirked at that. It was like watching art be created when he fucked her. He finally leaned forward lapping his tongue on her opening slowly slipping into her arousal. His finger was still rubbing circles, and her legs were slowly finding their way onto his broad shoulders.

"Oh shit, Pete." She whimpered, shuddering as his speed grew faster. She only ever called him that when they were fucking. His tongue grew to a pause and he moved his hand from her clit down to her opening. He slid his middle finger in slowly until he was knuckle deep. Her velvety walls clenched onto him, and he nearly came himself at the sight. She was leaning on her elbows watching him move in and out of her. Throwing her head back every now and then when he hit that spot.

He leaned forward sucking on her clit, and swirling his tongue around it. "Taste so good, can't help it." He mumbled more to himself than her, sliding another finger in. Her hands fell into his hair, upon those words. He was really fucking good at that.

She was growing close to her orgasm. He could tell by the way she breathlessly writhing on the bed. "'Gonna c-" she couldn't even finish her sentence before letting out a moan close to a scream. "Fuck, Peter!" Her legs shook but he didn't slow his movements. Making her cum harder than ever. She had already made herself cum twice tonight. She was so sensitive.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked his lips. She shuddered, feeling empty. He then crawled up on top of her again putting his fingers out towards her mouth. She opened and he put them in. She sucked slowly. Still calming from her last orgasm.

They kissed, her taste remaining between their lips. She moved her hands from his hair down to his chest, slowly reaching the bottom of his shirt. He broke the kiss and lifted his arms up. She pulled it off. His muscles flexed as he pushed back down to kiss her. His hips pushing into hers. His friend was back, and it was pressing hard into her thigh.

"Take them off." Y/n whispered into his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe.

He moved his hands down to his boxers and tracksuit, pulling them off chucking them onto the floor. Her hips bucked up as she bit his lip during their kiss, and she felt him leaking precum already.

“Calm down, or I’ll come again.” He half-joked. She shook her head at him, with a smile. Moments like this were what Y/n liked the most. Because he made her forget everything and everyone else for a little while. Even though she hated him, something was starting to grow.

“I’ve got a condom, jus’ lemme-”

“No.”

He stopped reaching for his pants.

“I wanna feel you.”

His eyes widened, and he was surprised he didn’t come then and there from that whisper. With her hands on his cheeks, foreheads pressed together, sexes just touching. It was one of the most sensual things he had ever experienced.

“Are you sure?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

He slid into her slowly, letting out a deep groan. Their hips met, and Y/n lifted her arms around his back scratching him, as she adjusted to the pain of him first entering. No matter what she always needed a second. He was just too big. He waited until she started shifting against him, fucking herself on him, before he moved too.

“Mmm.” She whimpered when he began thrusting quickly. “Ah.”

Since both them had already cum they knew they wouldn’t last very long. Peter was kissing her neck and nipples gently as his hips began to roughly pound into her. When his lips finally met hers he was gentle and sensual against her. But his hips were acting in an entirely different way.

When he did one particularly deep thrust she cried out against his lips. Her mouth parted open. “Jesus.” Her voice was whiny and loud.

“Found it.” Peter whispered to himself happily. She couldn’t reply, her nails were just scratching his back roughly as she screamed out.

He aimed for that spot over and over until her entire body was shaking. He was beginning to shake too. His hand moved from her hip across to her puffy clit and began to rub quickly and messily as he groaned. Her eyes rolled back into her head, toes curling, hands clenching his biceps.

She was pretty silent until the overwhelming feeling of her orgasm snapped. She screamed so loud it echoed. “Peter.” She began to repeat over and over like a mantra. He didn’t stop, his fingers stayed rubbing circles as his thrusts grew a bit sloppy, still as deep as before.

She was surprised when he pulled out of her and crawled back to his face between her thighs. “I think you got one more in ya, Y/n.” He said gently kissing her puffy lips, licking some of her arousal off, he just loved the taste of her. Making her cum over and over, made him way more horny than it should.

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

He rubbed her shaking thighs. “I’ll stop if you want me too.” He meant it. He never wanted to push her too far.

She shook her head again. “No…I.. I can take it.”

He smiled, that big grin of his. His teeth on display. “Atta girl.”

Her hips squirmed all over the place as he began to slowly suck on her puffy clit again. He brought his big hands to pin her thighs down to either side of his face. The sound of his wet tongue and lips sucking against her filled the room.

Every single sound she had inside of her slipped out and her hands found his hair. She had lost any bit of restraint as she began to grind against his face. She was so sore and it hurt but she felt so good. He made her feel too good to stop.

“Pete!” She cried, feeling the orgasm coming. She clenched around nothing.

He slipped two fingers in. “I know. I know.” He said curling them slightly inside her. His mouth was sucking her again. Oh fuck. Her thighs began to clench against his face and she shook from the overstimulation.

“Fuck me! Oh my god!” She cried as her orgasm finally came. Her body went limp for a moment. Her breathing was heavy and he came back on top of her panting. His lips were red and he smiled gently.

Her cheeks were pink and her hair was a mess. “You okay?”

She nodded. “You’re really good at that.”

That made him proud. “Does that mean I can come inside you?”

She laughed, pulling him in for a long kiss, her legs still shaky wrapped around his hips. “Yes.”

He slipped in easily. Her arousal had made her less stiff and ready for him. She barely needed to adjust to his size now that she was on her fourth orgasm. He thrusted soft but deeply inside her. He was moaning really loudly now. She felt so warm and wet and good. Plus the fact she was letting him do it without a condom was turning him on way more than he thought.

“Shit, I don’t think I’m going to last. Not when you look at me like that.”

She didn’t realise she was doing anything. She was just staring up at him all blissed out with hooded eyes. She was so relaxed against him and every single movement left a sound escaping her swollen lips. She was completely gone, no restraint, no games, just raw and real. She looked beautiful.

“I think you’re gonna make me come again, Peter.” She said, pulling him closer. They were kissing and hugging close to each other as they felt themselves getting close to the edge. Peter was so loud she thought her neighbours might hear.

“You feel so fucking good. Y/n, too fucking good for me.” He said into her neck, his hips had begun to fasten. It felt so good. He didn’t mean to let that slip, but it was the truth.

Her legs pulled him closer. “Please Pete, I need it. Give it to me.” She moaned breathlessly into his hair.

He got his rhythm back up at that and got up from her neck a bit. He needed to see her face. He loved her orgasm face.

She was about to come, he could tell, he was too. He was surprised when she pulled him into a kiss. She was crying out against him as he whimpered at the feeling of her clenching against him over and over. She was so fucking close.

One final thrust and she came hard against his hips. She was shaking and crying out louder than he had ever heard her. Her eyes were glazed over in pleasure as they rolled back and that was enough to make him come as well. Hot spurts of his cum shot up inside her and he collapsed on top of her, completely spent. It was sticky and wet and perfect. Probably the best orgasm either of them had ever had.

She hugged him close to ground her shaking body, still breathing heavily. He had yet to slip out of her yet.

“Wow.” He said into her hair. When he finally pulled out she whimpered at the feeling. They both watched his cum drip out against her pussy’s parted lips.

Only then did Peter realise she had squirted on him. His torso was dripping wet. She touched his navel in absolute shock when she felt the wetness on her fingers. He was glistening.

“Did I- Was that- What?” She was so surprised. She did that? She had never done that before.

He laughed quietly. Swelling with utter pride. “I think you squirted.”

She blushed even further, her hands going over her face. “Sorry.” She didn’t even know she was capable of that. She felt embarrassed.

He ripped her hands away. “Y/n, that was like the hottest thing I have ever witnessed in my life.”

She shoved him. “Shut up.”

“I mean it. I’m going to try to get you to do that every time now. Fucking hell.” He flopped beside her.

She blushed. “Isn’t it gross?”

He turned to her, almost offended. “No. I made you fucking squirt. That’s amazing.”

“It probably helped that I had already come before you came over.”

He whipped his head around. So she had helped herself when he said he couldn’t. “How many times?” He knew she never just got herself off with one orgasm only. She needed more until she was satisfied.

“Twice.” She said..

“Jesus. No wonder you’re still shaking.”

She was still embarrassed.

He got up. “Let me get something to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”

She waited on the bed tiredly. Barely moving. When he came she was in a starfish position

He gently grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider and wiped her. She whimpered.

“Sorry.” He whispered gently. Rubbing her sore thighs. “You did so good for me. Taking everything.”

She felt her stomach flutter.

He flopped beside her and pulled her into his arms, wrapping the duvet over them. He was tired now, after his long night of fighting crime and then fucking you into a oblvion had his eyes shutting against his will.

Her back was pressed into his front and their legs intertwined. “Goodnight Spidey.” She whispered tiredly.

“Goodnight, Y/n/n.”

“Thank you.” She said.

He laughed. “Go to sleep.”

She fell asleep soon after and he did too. Neither moved from their position too tired and too satisfied to move.

One thing Peter knew for sure, he needed to do this to you more often.

[bloodpenned]

PLEASE go into more depth on Caleb/Kylar dynamic PLEAAASE

heeeeeelp it feels kinda weird writing abt a literal oc of mine and a 'canon character' interacting BUT.... here <3 this is super long because i like both of these characters a lot and i have Thoughts. the size difference between these two would be so funny.

cw: mentions of blood and knifeplay, nonconsensual friendship (lol), stalking, caleb being caleb.

It's impossible for Caleb to ignore rumours about someone in his grade waving their knife at people. That's perfect!! Maybe they could come to a little agreement together, considering he's a rather willing victim and all! Corners Kylar somewhere. They're always hanging out in the same places, sitting at one particular lunch table or on the tree stump outside, so it's easy for him to approach them with a lot more excitement than Kylar's used to. (Though he's surprised the object of these rumours is such a little thing! It's kind of funny, really. They couldn't stab him any higher than his chest.)

Even though he has no muscle to speak of, Caleb's still intimidating because of his height, especially to someone as small as Kylar. So they're tensing up as soon as they see him making a beeline towards them. They're expecting to be hurt, or at the very least insulted. But they can already tell something's off by his expression alone, face flushed and grin too wide, before he even opens his mouth. No one ever looks that happy to see them. This can't be any good. Their immediate distrust is proven right when Caleb leans over and asks if they're Kylar. Continuing without waiting for an answer, he says that he's heard about them. About their knife. If- If they like using it... Could they use it on him? He doesn't know their usual, cutting or stabbing is both fine-!! Caleb starts to talk faster in his excitement. They don't have to worry about anything, he's got the bandages and disenfectant and tissues ready in his bag!!

They're caught so off guard they really don't know what to say. What is wrong with this guy? Who walks up to someone they don't even know and just says that?? They, really, truly hate every single person at school. In this town, even. The flush on his face and the quickness of his breath becomes much more repulsive in this context. The mere idea of this stranger being aroused while talking to them makes them shudder. They do a very poor job hiding their disgust, which (unfortunately) isn't much of a deterrent to Caleb. He just asks again in response to their silence. Their denial is a soft one at first, but upon realising that he has no intention to hurt them or even get mad, they become rather snappy. Telling him to leave them alone and find someone else to bother, that they're not going to dirty their knife with his blood. He's kind of disappointed at how quick they are to deny him, but he's not giving up yet...!

Caleb sets out with his mission. Maybe if he annoys them enough, they'll get pissed off enough to try and hurt him <3! He hangs around them at every opportunity, even if Kylar treats him like air. Sits besides them everywhere they can, which is easy since no one else ever does. If they get up to leave, he just follows. They give up on it eventually and just try to tune him out as much as possible. He's a total chatterbox however and fills all the awkward stretches of silence with ramblings. It's not gibberish or anything, just about all kinds of things from his life. Calls Periodically asks them if they have any urge to hurt them. If they do, they can go ahead and take all that annoyance out on him!! It's fine, nothing to be ashamed about <3

Kylar would have really had the urge to stab him at this point. Just in the hope it would finally get him to leave them alone! They're disgusted every time he calls them a friend, horrified at how much he talks about Whitney, and hates the fact that they could compile a list of his masturbatory fantasies. But they have the feeling hurting them wouldn't make him stop, would probably just make him worse. And they're right!

It really seems like Kylar is a puppy that's all bark, no bite. But Caleb can't find it in himself to be disappointed about this anymore. All of this... It's become something else to him, it's no longer just about his sexual desires. They're more of a complacent listener than he's had for a long, long time. He doesn't have any friends, had no one to talk to before this. Even though he knows they're not actually listens to what he's saying, he's gotten attached to their company, to seeing them around and airing their thoughts to them.

So, he refuses to let go.

Kylar gets harrassed in front of Caleb once, a total chance encounter. He isn't unhinged enough to believe that most people would enjoy that kind of thing like he does. (though he might've had a thought or two of Kylar fucking up their status to this point on purpose. he likes to think he' isn't the only one like this.) So when he sees them freezing up, cowering before ... He does what he does best; Act like a total creep!

He throws himself in between Kylar and the bullies without any regard for his safety and starts pleading them to hurt him instead. Describes very loudly what he wants them to do to him, getting more graphic by the second while he's panting and drooling all over himself. (So many people are staring at him...!! It's so lewd!) If they let him go on long enough, it's going to get in disgusting murder-y territory to really scare them off. It's likely it won't get that far, they were just looking for an easy target to insult. Either they're too disgusted to continue and back off, or they might really try to hurt him instead. (He won't complain.) They're not going to get their hands on Kylar, Caleb will try his absolute best to avoid it.

If they leave without Kylar getting hurt, he would be very proud of himself. Because of their general disgust for Caleb, such an action doesn't make them fall for him like they would for PC. But it does ease the worst of the tension. They mumble out a thanks. Kylar gets he did this for them. Mostly, at least. Caleb tries to ask if he's going to get a 'reward' for this, and they shut him down within a second. How ridiculous he is almost gets a laugh out of them at this point.

They become actual friends. Kylar makes a point to listen to what he's saying and Caleb tries not to talk about stuff that he knows will make them uncomfortable, unless they prompt him to. On occasion, they'll ask why he's so fascinated with Whitney, for example, because they're kind of fascinated and horrified by how his mind works. But now that Caleb isn't the only one talking, conversation is generally a lot more normal. Both of them give each other the space to talk about things they like! He doesn't particularly care about the science stuff they enjoy and Kylar has no intent to ever get as emotionally invested in VTubers as he is, but they hear each other out. Kylar makes some fanart for him, even. They're both very lonely people who are just happy to have someone to talk to.

The rumours about them together are a very unique breed, though.

extra 'highly emotional' conversation between these two: kylar: i really hope whitney will rape you one day so you can finally be happy caleb: omg kylar....... thank you so much no one gets me like you do <333 this is why you're my favourite friend <3 kylar: do you have any other friends caleb: no caleb: wait you don't have anyone other friends either. so im your fave too!!! kylar: definitely not. caleb: :( kylar: ...okay maybe. sh.

[ceganslilsunshine]

"Why... Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Looking at you like what?" Negan's rough voice whispered into the dead of night, fire crackling between the two.

Anxiously licking his lips, Carl averted his eyes, staring into the flames of the little campfire and watching the embers burn out in the ash, " Its just, - I don't know. Just never mind." He shook his head awkwardly. He had to have been imagining it... he must have...

The time he went to the sanctuary, and felt Negan's unwavering gaze. Each day Negan came to pick up his supplies, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, but not in a bad way. If he wasn't right beside the man, no where to be seen, it was like Negan went out of his way to find him, as if he wouldn't be finished there until he got the interaction he wanted. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. After all, Negan only invited him on a run to see how good he actually was to work with.

Negan watched the young man chew nervously on his lips and chuckled, " You really are adorable. You know that right?" Those pearly white teeth beamed, "I can't help the way I look at you, no more than you can with me. You can't tell me you haven't been eye fucking me all day, baby doll."

Carl's veins ran cold at the accusation. "W-what? No- what the hell are you talking about?!" Panic rose in his voice, "I've never-"

"Oh, cut the shit, Carl. I know damned well you have a thing for me- like a school girl with a crush on teacher."

Carl rose to his feet in absolute rage and embarrassment. His cheeks were crimson, and his fists were balled so tightly, his nails left white marks in his skin, "No I don't! Like I'd ever have a thing for an asshole like you!" He huffed, storming off towards his tent.

"Awww, baby boy~" the man called back playfully, "Now you're just trying to hurt my feelings~"

"Goodnight Negan!" Carl said bitterly, flipping him off the rest of the way to the tent. Before he managed to reach out for the zipper, Negan grabbed ahold of his arm and tisked softly.

"Carl..." the man whispered, almost threatening, "You and I haven't finished our little conversation yet."

"Yes we have, let me go," the boy said back, worried that the others would come and find them in this situation.

"Shh..." A gloved finger covered the boy's plump lips, "just listen to me..." Negan practically purred into his ear, "all I'm saying is, if you did have a thing for me, now would be a good time to let me know, because I have just been dying to get a taste of that sweet ass of yours..."

Carl wasn't sure if he was being serious or not, and frankly, it pissed him off even more. Exhaling sharply, Carl looked up into those intense, dark brown eyes, searching for anything that could tell him he was just fucking around. "No... that's- you're insane."

"No denying that. What sane man would want to lay a hand on the enemy's son? With lips as delicious looking as yours though? That would drive anyone crazy..." The man gave no warning before softly placing a kiss on those said lips. It lasted only a second before Carl jumped back profoundly shocked.

Negan assessed what the boy was going to do next, and was pleased to see him firmly stay in place as he processed what had just happened.

He wasn't imagining things after all... Negan did want him. That hungry look in his eyes when he saw him wasn't just for show after all. Calling him cute, pretty, baby doll, baby boy... He was practically trembling at the idea of feeling Negan touch him.

Negan grinned softly, caressing Carl's arm with his thumb, seeing the expression on his face shift drastically. "May I kiss you again Carl?"

Nodding his head was all it took before he was being entirely enveloped with leather covered arms. Strong, powerful lips collided with his once more. Carl didn't back away this time, but instead held on to the man for dear life. His kiss consumed every part of him. It stole his breath, and what little resistance he had left. Feeling his tongue slide past his lips was enough to cause the boy to moan. Tasting Negan was just as hot and addicting as he thought it would be, and fuck he never wanted it to end. The mans hands explored Carl's body as his tongue mapped out his mouth.

He broke the kiss with a gasp when Negan palmed at his ass. "Negan.." He called out with just the smallest trace of fear. He was unsure of what he wanted to happen next. He was a virgin. He'd never gone further than a kiss, nor gotten this aroused from one...

"Its alright baby.... I'll be very gentle, n make you feel real good. Would you like that, angel?" The husky voice cooed.

Carl licked over his kiss bruised lips. "Yeah..." the word was barely audible.

"Good boy~ Lets play in the tent, alright sweetheart?"

"...okay."

[thewolfswriting]

The Dangers Of A Demon Chapter 4

Pairings: Demon Alpha!Dean x Katarina Morgan (Omega OC)

Word count: 2,136

Chapter Warnings: Profanity, Knotting, Oral, Dub-Con 18+ content just don’t read if you’re a minor

Taglist: @charmed-asylum​

Divider By: @firefly-graphics

"Y-you claimed me! Why? Why would you do that?!" She screamed at the demon with tears and in horror.

The cramps and pain that came with her heat were gone. That she was grateful for but she didn't expect to be claimed by anybody, and that included a demon Alpha.

"Yeah, you see, that's what happens after an Alpha knots an Omega. We both know you already knew that." There wasn't an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

She touched the fresh bite on her neck and winced "I didn't want to be claimed." She sobbed "You claimed me on purpose."

He shrugged "If that's what you wanna think and  just because I claimed you don't mean I still won't kill you."

That didn't make the situation any better. However, only part of her wished he would kill her but only for the fact that she's been claimed by an Alpha that's a demon. But if he knew that he would just draw it out even longer.

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"S-sheriff Morgan, sir? There's a guy here. He's here to see you."

Sheriff Morgan cocked an eyebrow "About?"

"He says he's here about the three Omega cases and his brother. He didn't tell me his name but he insisted on seeing you."

While confused, sheriff Morgan strutted towards his office to see someone sitting in front of his desk he hadn't seen in a long time "Sam Winchester. Haven't seen you in a long time. What can I do for you?"

"It's not about what you can do for me. It's about what I can do for you. I know your daughter is missing and I'm assuming Dean is here somewhere."

"Yes, he's here. He is also responsible for the three Omega's that are now dead. Sam, he has my daughter."

"I know."

"How so?"

"I know my brother better than anybody. Once he found out Katarina's your daughter, it became a game to him. It makes the kill more interesting." Even though Sam's tone showed sympathy, he also stated facts.

"Do you have an idea where he might've taken her?"

"Somewhere nobody can find her. We find her, we find Dean. I already interviewed someone, a guy named Tony."

"Yeah, Tony owns the diner outside of town."

Sam opened his notepad "He said there a scent he smelled. The kind of smell when an Omega goes into heat. He smelled it a few miles from the diner two night before"

Of course sheriff Morgan felt the fear he was dreading. The fear of his daughter going into heat with the man that kidnapped her and is going to kill her.

The words Dean said to him instantly replayed in his head "I can wait until she goes into heat, take what I want and then kill her"

He was beginning to lose the hope he had held onto since Katarina went missing. But now that Sam came into town, that hope instantly came back "Looks like we have our first lead."

"Looks like it."

---

Dean's claim mark on Katarina's neck still throbbed with pain even though it was half-healed. Once completely healed it would scar and she knew that. She tried not to make any sound of pain but no matter how hard she tried, he would hear it anyway.

The thought of trying to escape again crossed her mind. The stabbing with the knife, she could try that again, instead of stabbing him once she could stab him twice or three more times. But he heals quickly. So there goes that idea.

She remembered the window in the bathroom, so the idea of climbing out racked her brain. Only if she tried, surely he would hear her and catch her like last time.

Until he kills her, she's trapped.

---

The sound of the ax splitting the wood is what helped Dean somewhat get rid of his anger. For two days he's had to listen to her whimpering and sobbing of pain. All because of the claim mark that's currently half-healed on her neck.

For the most part he ignored it. But then eventually he got pissed at her and would yell at her. Even told her he would "rip out her vocal cords, then she wouldn't be able to make any noise"

"Omega's really can't handle pain." He said to himself

In some ways, Dean thought it was stupid of him to claim her. But most of it was out of Alpha instinct. He was able to control it with the other three Omega's and the others before them. With her, he couldn't help himself.

He should've just killed her after he knotted her. At least he wouldn't have any more visits from Crowley.

---

"Good evening, Dean."

"Damn it, Crowley! What do you want now?!"

"The Omega, she still alive I presume?"

"Like I've said I'm-"

"Dragging it out yes, I know" Crowley interrupted "It's been nearly a week, Dean. Never have you once dragged a kill out this long."

"What's your point?"

"Tell me, did you knot her like you did all the other Omega's before you killed them? Did you claim her too?" He took a step toward the demon.

"So what if I did? Just because I claimed her doesn't mean I still won't kill her."

"Alphas don't kill their mates. But like you just said, just because you claimed her doesn't mean you won't kill her. Now, get the job done."

---

When Dean came back inside the cabin Katarina was already asleep. He sat on the little stool in front of the fireplace and stacked the logs to build a fire. At least the smell of the burning wood would help mask her intoxicating scent that still clung in the air of the cabin.

Before crawling in next to her he removed every bit of clothing. He laid down next to her for what seemed like hours. Mostly, he watched her sleep. Sleep was the last thing on his mind. He could still smell her scent. The blanket, the bed, the whole cabin smelled like her. The only other scent he could smell mixed with her's was his own.

The longer he laid there and took in her sleeping form the more her scent got to him. While scooting closer to her he ghosted his lips along the side of her neck and over the mark, taking a moment for his tongue to lick over the wound. As she rolled over on her back she whimpered and a low growl rumbled from his chest.

Gently he pulled her shirt over her head and began pressing kisses down her naked chest and down her stomach. Unbuttoning her jeans he ever so slowly dragged them down her legs with her panties. She moaned in her sleep as the Alpha spread her thighs and pressed open-mouthed kisses on her skin along the inside of her thighs. He wanted to bite her, give her another claim mark that wasn't on her neck. But he held back, he didn't want to wake her up that way.

Just as he suspected, she was already slick from basically doing nothing to her. He took his index finger and dragged it along her wet slit and up towards her clit, her hips jerking at the contact.

"Dean?" The Omega's eyes fluttered open even though she was still half asleep. She looked down just in time to see Dean's eyes on her as his tongue pushed between her folds "What-"

She tried to pull away from him, but his arms tightening around her thighs halted her protest "Shh it's okay 'mega. Alpha just wants to make you feel good."

Finally, his tongue sought out her sensitive, pulsating clit. Still, he kept his eyes on her, watching her expression as he gave her a solid lick against her bud before closing his lips around the oversensitive spot.

It was different when she wasn't in heat. Well, to her it was anyway. When she was in heat she couldn't control the waves of pleasure he gave her, or the intoxicating scent of her arousal her body radiated. But it seemed like it didn't matter whether she was in heat or not, her inner Omega couldn't deny the physical pleasure he was now giving her. But still, the shame was there.

Dean growled against her as he continued to work on her cunt, his tongue sliding down to her opening and collected some of her slick. Her wet walls clenched around nothing as he pulled back "Taste just as good as the first time."

A smirk spread across the Alpha's face when her hips bucked against him. He knew exactly what she needed. Without warning two fingers entered her now swollen, soaked cunt, instantly finding that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside her. Her breaths became raspy as he lazily twisted and turned the two fingers that currently occupied her inner walls. He turns his attention back to her clit, moving his head from side to side and his fingers quickened their pace against the spot inside her.

"That's it, cum for me 'mega" He says as her breathing grew raspy.

Soon she's screaming from the sheer force of her orgasm that crawled through her veins. Like last time he continued to finger and lick her until her body shudders against him. Only this time, she didn't have to beg him to stop.

"Need you on my cock, "mega!" He sits back, hauling her onto his lap, and arranged her legs on either side of his hips.

The swollen head of his cock pressed at her slit. She was still sore from when he gave her his knot two nights ago and because of that, she panicked. With her hands on his shoulders, she attempted to push herself off of him, but the vice-like grip on her hips by his hands tightened to keep her still.

"Dean, wait! I'm so-" Her words were cut off by a hand shooting up and wrapping around her throat.

"Remember what happens if you don't?" He snarled at her.

With his hand still around her throat, she managed to nod her head rapidly.

The panic only ignited in her more when he lifted his hips to push the first inch inside her. Just like last time, he was met with resistance, only this time, it was more of a struggle due to her walls being so swollen. She yelped as Dean slipped the thick head of his cock past her folds. The Demon grunted as he pushed in another three, her tight, aching ring of muscles clenched around him.

He placed a hand between them to rub her still sensitive bud in circles "C'mon 'mega. Open that pretty little pussy up for me."

Between the contact of his thumb on her clit and his words laced with lust, she opened up for him. Once he was finally able to slide the rest of the way in she clamped around him so hard it almost hurt. Her insides felt like they were on fire.

"Hold onto my shoulders." He said while giving her time to adjust.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward, holding onto his shoulders with her face buried in the front of his shoulder.

He pulls out, only the head of his cock is inside her until he thrusts back in. She whimpered in response. Slowly he thrusts up into her. His patience didn't run thin like last time and that surprises him. But she also didn't have the chance to protest against him either. Either time, that wasn't an option.

Now he was plunging into her at a much faster pace. Each time he fucked up into her, she released muffled whimpers against his shoulder. He paused his thrusts only to lift her up an inch, leaving open-mouthed kisses at the skin on the opposite side of her neck. Closing her eyes she expected him to bite her again, but to her surprise, he didn't.

Tears bloomed in her eyes, she could feel his knot beginning to swell and that was something she wasn't prepared for the second time.

With one hard, brutal thrust, he forced his popping knot up inside her. As his release coated her walls, his eyes diverted to the knife on the nightstand. Reaching over he picked up the knife by the handle, his eyes tinted black from the memory from Crowley repeating Dean's own words back to him "just because you claimed her doesn't mean you won't kill her".

With the knife still his in hand he pointed the sharp end towards her back. This was it, he's going to kill her.

But then something struck him. A conscious perhaps? No, Demons didn't have a conscious. But Alphas do.

"I-I can't!" The Alpha roared before plunging the knife into the headboard of the bed.

[spicyizuku]

— "𝙎𝙞𝙩, 𝘽𝙤𝙮!"

pairing: pro hero! sub!bakugou katsuki x dom!reader

genre: smut

summary: bakugou tries to take his anger out on you and accidentally calls you out of your name. You snap and quickly turn the tables.

warnings: smut, humiliation (directed towards bakugou), name calling, the word b*tch (MULTIPLE times), choking, mentions of pet play (kinda), fighting for dominance (kinda)

A/N: hi i wanted to write abt bratty sub bakugou but this actually just turned into an awakening of a humiliation kink and self indulgence 😳 it cuts off right before the actual sex bc i dont know how to write that- but enjoy!!

All week somethings been weighing him down. You know it has to be something from work but he won't tell you anything- it's like he froze you out. There's no eye contact for days. Everyday when he comes home from work he mumbles a quick greeting before disappearing into your bedroom. He's grumpy whenever he comes out for lunch. The insults he never really means start to become more frequent. You've had days like this before- and you knew it was only a certain amount of time before katsuki would need you to force him down.

The lack of conversion only annoys you a bit, but then he also stops doing his chores. The dishes are always piled high in the sink and he's starting to leave clothes everywhere like a fuckin teenager. One day you even found a broken vase on the floor, abandoned. His actions are seriously starting to piss you off.

And you know he's doing some of this on purpose- acting out to receive something that will let him out of his head, something that will finally calm the storm in him. He doesn't know how to ask to be brought down from his high horse. His pride stops him from asking for help. You know Bakugou just needs some time where he doesn't make all the decisions. He needs time where all he has to focus on is listening and being good. So, You try to wait for him to finally come to you, not bringing up his disobedience for days. If he needs something, he should learn to ask.

But the last straw is when he calls you a bitch. It slips out so effortlessly. You can see the regret in his eyes as soon as he says it, but you don't even give him time to apologize.

You immediately have a hand wrapped around his neck as a warning. You force him backwards until you can hear his back thud against the drywall. Your boyfriend's eyes widen in shock, but in less than a second the expression is gone- replaced by an angry snarl and a hand tightly gripping your forearm. He practically growls at you, so your hold gets tighter and you press your knee in between his legs. It gets a barely concealed whine out of him. You love this part of the game; humoring him in a fight you know he's going to lose. He always loses.

"When you act like a dog I'm going to treat you like one." You hiss out, applying pressure with your thigh to make your statement stick. His hold on your arm loosens as you two make eye contact for a second. The tension in the room is thick. You think you finally have him, but his gaze once again returns to the floor.

“You've really been testing my patience this week." You say.

There's a long pause as you wait for him to speak. He still hasn't said a word. It's time for you to switch up your approach- you aren't getting enough of the reaction you want.

“You've been so bad, Katsuki. What happened? You were doing so well for me last week." Cooing, your free hand gently caresses his cheek. The quick change in your demeanor leaves him dizzy. The patronizing tone in your voice and your hand collaring his neck gets him hot; an uncomfortable heat pools in the pit of his stomach: arousal.

“You know you can always tell me what you need, baby boy. Now look at you- destroying my home like some untrained mutt. Is that what you are? A bitch?"

He feels.. embarrassed. Ashamed that he let himself spiral so far without telling you. It makes him squirm, but his movements only make him accidentally rub his arousal on your leg. That in addition to your name calling makes him pant with need. He wants to reach out and touch you, but he knows it'll cause more trouble. He locks his arms behind his back, ignoring the sparking caused by the sweat pooling in his palms.

"Answer me, right now."

“I'm not.." He finally speaks, cheeks getting impossibly hotter as he trails off. Intimidation fills him as he rocks back and forth on his feet. Bakugou's voice is uncharacteristically soft. He never thought he'd have to defend himself like this. No one's ever had the nerve to degrade him. It's always been Katsuki doing the bullying. He secretly doesn't want the humiliation to stop.

He believes it's a secret, that is.

There's something dark in your eyes as you frown at him. It feels like you're looking down on him even though he's taller than you.

"You are what I say you are." My god, He thinks. I sure am.

"You should know by now; only good boys have a say in how they're treated." You pull your hand away from his face. He leans forward, chasing your touch. His eyes are glassy as he slowly tears up. The anger in him dissipated a long time ago- fuck, he can't even remember what he was so worked up for. All he wants is you, your touch. All that's going on in his head is you, you, you- and all you've done is humiliate him a little to put him in his place.

Once he nods at your words you know you've finally got Katsuki where you want him. It'll be easy to meet his every need now that he's not fighting against you. When you're done with him, you'll do aftercare together and then he'll return to his regular, sarcastic self. It's easier for him to talk to you after the high of subspace has faded.

But you're too busy thinking about the future when all Bakugou can think about is you- he's still in the same position, only slightly slumped against the wall. He wants you to let go off his neck just to smash his lips against yours but at the same time he doesn't. Don't let go of him, he could stay like this forever and fuck- when did he start grinding against your leg? He doesn't remember- but he just can't stop.

You pull your leg away.

"No- please..." Bakugou cries out, his only relief being taken away from him. You make a face of disgust towards him and he almost sobs, getting impossibly harder. He needs more.

"Poor baby.. look at you, crying all over yourself. And you're getting off on this, aren't you?" Your hold on him loosened over time. His head falls forward, hair covering up his face as he nods jerkily in response.

"Disgusting. Like a mutt in heat-" Your words cloud his head and he moans softly at them. You finally let go of his neck and he buries his face into yours, fat tears roll down his face because of the humiliation and lack of stimulation.

You shove your hand down his pants and run it along the waistband of his briefs, your other hand running up and down his back before finally making its way up to his hair. "Are you finally going to tell me what you need? Hm? Like a good boy?" He jolts as you snap the band against his skin.

“Yes! Please- I'll.. I'll be good. I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry." he cries. You pet your boyfriend's hair in reply before letting go to guide him to your shared bedroom.

“There’s my baby- c’mon, let me make you feel good.” You give him a genuine smile. His cheeks heat up and he's restless, the mix of praise and degradation is doing things for him. He's still sniffling like a baby.

You follow behind him as he practically runs, rushing to pull his shirt off over his head simultaneously. You walk slower just to tease him.

“Who's the bitch now?"

Ahhh thank u for reading!! If you have feedback I'd love to hear it ❤️ requests are open n i hope u have a good day bestie

[one-boring-person]

@jawline-of-steel I hope, as my new best friend (hehe), that you like this!😁💛💛👍 (I also hope that it's the right context and that😅💛)

You've Got The Wrong Girl.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: bad language, implied sexual themes, very vague mentions of death and blood (but only if you look closely)

Masterlist

Somehow, David manages to exhale his next breath of smoke in an aggressive manner as he leans back against his motorcyle, muscles tense and stance almost uncomfortable, drawing the other's attention to him instantly.

"Where's (Y/n)?" Is Paul's first question, the tall blonde moving forwards slightly, craning his head around to look for his leader's significant other.

"I don't care." He huffs angrily, lips closing around the butt of his cigarette once more, blue eyes iced over.

"Ooh, what happened? Did she shove a pole up your arse?" Marko quips, smirking to Paul suggestively, only to yelp when David's hand snaps round to clip him round the ear, the platinum blonde's venomous scowl fixed on him briefly.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, or I'll take great pleasure in doing it for you." He snarls at him, voice deceivingly quiet and threatening.

None of them speak for a few minutes, David's anger almost rippling off of him in static waves, keeping the air around them charged and tense, the four of them eyeing the area around them as a way to ignore this. Eventually, Marko and Paul wander off, bored as hell and feeling incredibly awkward, not quite noticing their leader's dirty look as they walk away, leaving Dwayne and David behind to brood in silence. Once again, neither of them say anything, until the dark haired vampire finally has enough of the tension, standing from his motorcycle and going to stand before David with a curious look on his face.

"What happened between you and (Y/n)?" He questions, blunt and to the point as always.

"What do you mean?" David's voice is monotone, blue eyes boring into Dwayne's pointedly.

"Don't pull that bullshit with me, you've been acting cold since you got here. The only time you ever get this annoyed is when (Y/n)'s said or done something you don't agree with." The tanned vampire points out, crossing his arms over his bare chest with a frown.

"I don't have to tell you anything." His leader responds, ees narrowing as he throws his cigarette butt to the floor, where he uses his foot to crush out the embers.

"No, but then at least act better towards the rest of us. You're not being fair on us." Dwayne snaps in reply, before he turns and walks off in a different direction, ignoring David as he let's out a low growl.

Sulking, David kicks at the tyre of his motorcycle, scowling at a surfer as they pass by, only to sigh in frustration and go looking for the object of his frustration: (Y/n), the girl who he somehow cares for, yet has the capacity to royally piss him off at any given time. It was, ironically, what drew him to her in the first place, her ability to completely go against what he asks without thinking twice about it, finding her personality a near perfect match to his. It's this thought that prompts him to go looking for her now.

He looks high and low, not entirely sure where she'd go without the boys, only to have an epiphany when he steps into the part that is lined with food stalls, figuring out exactly where she is in seconds. His icy eyes immediately find the back of her head amongst the sea of others, his legs instinctively taking him over to her, a habit he'll probably never kick, even in his long years of living. As he reaches her, David takes a hold of her wrist and goes to pull her into the nearest alley with the intention of talking to her, only to feel a little surprised when she digs her heels into the floor and stops still, her eyes meeting his challengingly.

"I'm busy at the moment, David. Would you mind coming back later?" She inquires with a false smile, pulling her arm from his grip.

"I would not. Come with me." He responds, drily, glaring at her as she cocks her head and looks at him.

"I'm busy, David. I'd rather stay here." She presses, shrugging as she goes to walk away, only to squeak suddenly when the vampire grabs her around the waist and carries her over his shoulder into the alley, ignoring the looks people are giving him as she hits him on the back, demanding that he let her go. Once out of sight, he puts her down, standing uncomfortably close to her to make his point, body outsizing her's with ease, though she doesn't back down, even as he places one hand on the wall behind her to stop her from trying to get away again.

"Well now that you've manhandled me in here, what do you want?" She sighs out, exasperated at the vampire's tactics, her eyes remaining fixed on his in defiance.

"I want you to stop behaving like a brat all the time, (Y/n). You've been testing my patience for weeks now, and I've had enough of it. Stop it before I make you." He threatens her, flashing his eyes slightly to make his point more obvious.

"Hold on, you want me to stop being who I am? And what in the hell are you going to do to enforce that, David? You know you don't scare me, even if you are a murderous person. You've got the wrong girl to be ordering around like that, something which you signed up for the moment you asked me out." She informs him, stepping forwards slightly, poking his chest to enunciate her words properly, unaffected by his tough guy act.

"I am well aware that you aren't a pushover, (Y/n). All I'm asking is that you don't put up such a fight all the time. Your sarcasm I can live with, because you put up with mine, but your attitude at times is something that has to stop. And as for what I'll do to you, you know full well what I mean." David growls quietly to her, leaning in close towards her neck, where he snaps his teeth, his canines pushing out long enough to lightly graze over her skin, images of him tearing into my skin flashing into her head, put there by the platinum blonde backing her into the wall.

"Controlling much, huh? Don't you realise that you can't make my decisions for me and control how I'm supposed to act? You shouldn't be asking me to adjust my entire personality to suit yours, David. If we're not getting along, we both need to change something. I'm happy to tone it down a bit, but only if you stop being so damn dominant all the time. I get that you're into that and all, but it doesn't always make for an easy relationship, so that's something you need to think through before coming here with your high-and-mighty orders for me." She explains to him, standing up straight as he leans over her, his eyes blazing with frustration.

For a minute, he says nothing, regarding her with an expression half-caught in anger, half in contemplation, a look of realisation seeming to creep into the hard lines of his handsome features, eyes softening slightly.

"Fine, I'm sorry that I'm controlling all the time, and I'm willing to stop being like that so much with you, but only if you do the same. We just keep clashing, and it isn't going to end well. I want to make this work, so I'll change for you if you change for me." He finally says, not quite backing up yet, clearly waiting for her to say something, too.

"Good. I'm glad we were able to work this out. I'll be less of a "brat" as you put it, but if I hear you trying to control the way I act again, I'll go right back to being the little bitch you know and hate." She promises him, smirking at her expression as his eyes darken.

Pressing himself against her, David grins to himself as he regards her face, enjoying the sensation of her body underneath his, even if it is obscured by the layers of clothing between them. Leaning in close, he uses his hands to pin her's to the wall behind them, their faces a centimetre or so apart, breath mingling, lips grazing one another as he speaks again.

"You'll still be my little bitch though, kitten. I'm not gonna let you go that easily. I'll change for you outside the sheets, but under them, well then you belong to me."

It's all she has in her to respond with a smile and a nod, going to reply before being cut off by his hungry lips on her's, his tongue easily slipping into her mouth as she gasps in surprise, a battle of tongues starting instantly. Her hands try to pry themselves from his vice-like grip, only to find themselves taken in one of his and held easily above her head, his other hand slipping down their bodies until he reaches the hem of her shirt, pushing underneath and onto her skin, caressing it smoothly as he swallows her moans and sighs. Grinding his hips into her's, he moves his lips from here and trails kisses down her neck and jaw, leaving purple marks in his wake, the wet track of his lips chilling in the cool air around them, but she only groans in response, wishing she could wrap her arms around him, though a small part of her is enjoying being restricted. Pulling away, he moves back up to her ear, where he breathes over it hotly before speaking again, voice husky and at a lower tone than usual.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I can be less dominant, if that's what you want." He purrs, sounding genuine as his darkened eyes bore into her's.

"It is, but I can be less rebellious, too. If that's what you want." She chuckles, breath hitching slightly from the arousal.

"We'll see." He says ominously, before his lips have collided with mine again.

[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 12

Warning: swearing, several mentions of murder, scaring people out of their pants, Beej being a creep, shotgun use, abusive ex.

The ground was shaking, the house was somehow glitching and green smoke filled the living room. The girls heard a loud, croaky, devilish laugh right before the room turned completely dark. Even the lightning stopped. Sofía held Rei close in fear, while Ari was looking around with lustruous eyes. All of a sudden, a gravelly voice filled the air.

- Welcome, welcome, welcome, lovely ladies! - a weirdly handsome, husky man with fluffy hair, which went from black roots to glowing, bright green tops and stubble colored the same way stood on the dining table. He wore a dirty striped suit with a stripey shirt; a green tie, which had several spots of moss on it; black suspenders; and dirty black leather shoes with stacked heels. He was grinning, showing his sharp double canines; his golden, kind of catlike eyes were shining in excitement. Some random spots of dirt and maybe rotting patterned his face. He put a spotlight on himself, and as he threw his hands above his head, a couple of red neon lights lighted up around him. Some of them were arrows, pointing at him, some of them were captions saying "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice". - Can all of you see me now?

- SHIT HE'S REAL. - screamed Rei.

- Wow. - gasped Ari right before the man jumped down from the table. He landed right in front of her. He locked his gaze in hers and offered her a hand. - You look WAY better than I imagined, based on the voice. - she put her palm in his. - Not so dead... - Beetlejuice lifted Ari up from the ground and as he did, he locked her in his arms, swooped her off her feet and planted a kiss on her lips. Which was followed by a bitchslap from the wide-eyed breather girl. Beetlejuice let Ari go, still smiling like an idiot.

- Sorry, sorry, I got overjoyed, I just had to, I couldn't help myself. Am I overstepping my bounds? - Ari nodded and smiled while she wiped her lips. This man can't be real. Crazy motherfucker is worse than I imagined. - It's just that this whole thing is so beautiful! - his voice got emotional and he put his hands on his chest, where Ari imagined his heart would've been. - You called me! You didn't have to, but you called me!

- The fuck you mean she didn't had to? - asked Rei who let go of Sofía to inspect the demon more closely. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow, pulled a grimace, snapped his fingers and a couple pieces of furniture appeared before the winter garden's door, making a barricade.

- Solves all ya problems. - he turned back to Ari. - NOW! I'm gonna go, kill those suckers, have some fun, earn some screams, and leave chaos in my wake!

- Yes, good, get on it! - stated Ari, held Beetlejuice's wide shoulders, and turned him around to face the backdoor. - Get'em, tiger. - Sofía jumped in front of them, making Beetlejuice almost fall over.

- Wait, you really want him to do that?!? - Ari gestured with her hand and raised her eyebrows.

- Duuuh, I didn't summon him to play fucking yahtzee! - BJ chuckled and put his elbow on Ari's shoulder.

- I like your jokes but I like hu-mor. - he cooed with a tilted head and a cheesy smile. Ari flashed a kind of annoyed look at him and blinked fast.

- Later, Beetlejuice, later, please, we have so much shit to do and haunt and kill now.

- You can't do that! - said Sofía, still standing before Ari and BJ. - It's not just morally wrong, but don't ya think, Ariadné dearest, that if a bunch of guys get brutally murdered here, we'll have to bury them and having a shitton of mounds in our backyard would raise suspicion? AND since we have such a bad luck, I'm pretty sure the police would find the bodies somehow. - Beetlejuice layed back to the wall, inspecting his dirty black nails, sighing. There's so much trouble with living folks, they always find somethin' to ruin the fun. It's easier with dead guys, you have some problems with them, you just throw 'em to a sandworm and your problems are solved! WAIT...

- Hey, guys, sorry to barge in, but I just wanna state that if you push someone, that’s bullying, if you kill someone, that’s murder, sure, but if there is no evidence and nobody sees it... - he shrugged. - ...it’s a simple accident. - he showed a toothy grin, lightning flashing on his sharp double canines. - And those goddamn sandworms could swallow anyone alive.

- What's a sandworm? - asked Ari excitedly. BJ shrugged.

- Oh ya know, nothing much, just 10-meters-tall two-headed snakes with a killer appetite. If they eat someone, they automatically get deported to the Netherworld, or I dunno how ya folks call it, Purgatory. No problem with the body, or the ghost. - Ari smiled widely and launched herself at Beetlejuice. She hugged his neck tightly.

- YOU ARE A GENIUS! - Beetlejuice just stood still, not knowing what to do with the sudden hug.

- Well, being dead has its perks. - he said with a small, weird laugh. Ari made a disgusted face and quickly let go.

- Ew, you smell like rotten meat. Gross.

- Aww thanks babe! - ha cooed and put his weight from one leg to another like a little kid.

Rei cleared her throat.

- Isn't that swallowing thing still murder though? - Beetlejuice appeared right behind her out of thin air.

- Jesus Christ, Rei, you sexy son of a bitch, grow up! - he said and pinched her booty, then quickly reappeared on the dining table. - Please, sweethearts, shut up already! - he said in a nagging manner. - I'm ready for some people to die! Let me have my fun, you guys are like a snorefest! - the knocking started again, since the bad guys on the other side of the door realized they can't break it.

- Who's there with ya honey? - asked Matt, after hearing BJ talk. - Did... DID YOU HOOK UP WITH SOMEONE?! I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED! ARIADNÉ, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!!! - BJ pointed at the door.

- See, the stupid motherfucker's even asking for it!

The girls looked at each other. Rei was the first to talk.

- Well, I have a very little patience for stupidity. I say let's get rid of these jerks. - Sofía rolled her eyes and tried to say something but Beetlejuice quickly pointed at her and a metal plate appeared on her lips, making her unable to talk. She flashed an angry look at the demon. But he just shrugged with a wicked smile.

- Silence gives consent.

- There's only one more thing! - stated Rei, which made Beetlejuice do a huge eyeroll.

- WHATTTT.

- Kill only Matt. His henchmen don't deserve death, I mean at least I think so. - she said while looking at Ari. She nodded with pouted lips. - Only scare them. If you can do that. - Beetlejuice held his chest and dramatically made the expression of fainting.

- If I can do that?! What do ya think, what am I, a newbie? - he jumped off the table, booping Rei's nose. - Babes, I've been scaring for like a millennia. I'm the bio-exorcist of the Netherworld, giving houses enemas and shit. - he turned away. - Don't underestimate my power cause I'll be offended! - Ari laughed, jumped next to Beetlejuice who hold his arm out, so she locked arms with him. He stared deeply into her widely opened, emerald green eyes. - So tell me, little wolf, do you want to punish those who have wronged you? - he said in an arousing tone. His gravelly voice made Ari slightly shiver and gulp.

- Y-yes...

- Alright ladies, then let's turn up the juice and see what shakes loose!

With a snap of the fingers, all 4 of them teleported to the kitchen. The metal plate from Sofía's mouth disappeared, which made her kind of relieved, but still left her grouching.

- You snake-ass bitches don't respect the Sister Code... - she grumbled.

- Hey, d'ya want me to put the plate back on your slutty mouth, woman?! - asked Beetlejuice in a sharp tone. Sofía crossed her arms before her chest.

- ...I hate you. - Beetlejuice nodded then turned back to Ari with a devilish smile. His eyes were literally glowing at this point, and maybe he had sharper and a bit more teeth than an average human would have.

- Okay, so first thing first, I'm invoking the "No Judgement” clause of our friendship.

- What? Why? - asked Ari. Beetlejuice layed back to the middle kitchen counter and fixed his jacket. He flashed his glowing, hungry eyes at Ari and winked.

- Cause Imma get a little nasty... - Beetlejuice was interrupted by an angry scream. Matthias was banging on the door so loud at this point that Rei was sure he already broke some of his fingers.

- OPEN UP OR I'LL SHOOT THIS FUCKIN DOOR OPEN! - Ari's lower lip juddered at the sudden shouting. She cupped Beetlejuice's chubby face in her palms, took a deep breath and with heated determination in her eyes she said:

- Make him piss his pants.

- Your wish is my command, babes.

- I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE! - Beetlejuice looked at the door and snapped his fingers. - ONE! - the furniture floated back to their original places. - TWO! - BJ let out a voiceless laugh as he wiggled his fingers and made the whole house pitch black. - FUCK IT! - and with that, right after the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun, the door of the winter garden opened with a creek.

One of the most sobering things in the world must be to experience a classical horror cliché in a house that is rumored to be haunted. There were 5 men standing behind Matt; he met them all earlier that night at a shitty pub, and they were all horny and drunk enough for Matthias to convince them easily to follow him and break into the house of his ex-girlfriend. Stupid boys thought that they'll get some easy pussy that night. Then they saw the house and all of them started to get second thoughts... But they quickly brushed them off, those rumors were just to scare the little townsfolk.

As soon as the door opened, Matt's henchmen looked at each other. Matthias hastily stepped into the house and looked back at the guys. They were stalling and shared concerned looks. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and appeared with the girls hidden behind one of the huge cupboards of the winter garden. He leaned closer to Ari and whispered:

- Watch. This. - he pointed at one of Ari's big oleanders and started to wiggle his fingers. The plant started to grow, and as it got bigger and bigger, it became an anthropomorphic cross between a Venus flytrap and an avocado. It had a huge, nasty-looking pod which had shark-like teeth. Ari gasped and smiled widely. She always wanted to see this plant in real life. The men didn't notice the plant first, but then one of them started to sniff the air, which was filled with the smell of blood now, and turned around. As soon as he spotted the plant, he screamed like a girl. Beetlejuice opened his mouth in awe and circled his nipples.

- Oh how I missed that sound... - he purred. Ari laughed.

- Do the Voice, do the Voice, do the Voice! - she said excitedly and jokingly smacked BJ's upper arm a couple times. The demon showed his teeth, held out his hand like a sock puppet and immitated talking with it. As he did, the plant started to talk.

- FEED ME SEYMOOUUR! - the plant growled at the men before it. All 5 of them screamed and launched themselves into the pitch black room. They shoved Matt before themselves, who fell on his stomach, dropped his weapon and headbanged the hardwood floor. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers again, which made him and the girls reappear behind the sofa. He peeked out, threw his hand up and made a pulling movement. The burglars all got dragged deeper into the room. It felt like something grabbed their ankles and pulled them...

In the blink of a moment, the door slammed shut behind them, and maniacal laughter filled the air, like it came from every direction. Beetlejuice winked at the girls and got back to his normal, gravelly tone.

- Learn to throw your voice, fool your friends, fun at parties!

- Now THAT is cool! I wanna do that too! - said Rei in an excited tone. Sofía rolled her eyes; she was still very pissed at her sisters so she decided to not give a damn, doesn't matter what awesome things Ari's demon buddy could do. Ari peeked over the edge of the sofa and giggled at the expressions of the men. They looked so afraid. Beetlejuice quickly pulled her back and shushed her with a small laugh. He gestured towards the fireplace which instantly lit up. One of the guys let out a tiny scream, which made BJ rub his palms in ecstasy. He bit his lower lip.

- Mi mamá was right. - said one of the burglars, a shorter latino guy with wobbly voice. - This place... is cursed.

- No it's not. - stated the one next to him. He sounded clearly afraid as well, he just tried to cover it with confidence. - Anyway, what is it with you and curses? You're never happy without a good curse. Superstitious idiot. - he changed into a more sarcastical tone. - "This is cursed, that is cursed!"

- Give it a rest, will ya!!! - shouted Matt, who was looking for the shotgun. - Don't be pussies! It's just the wind, and my baby always had weird plants. You know what we came for. Let's head upstairs, 2 people per girl, and have some fun! - he flashed an evil smile at his "friends". And that made Beetlejuice's blood boil.

- Not on my watch, Mattyboy! - he hissed. He closed his eyes for a moment. Welp, hope I'm not rusty. - Let's see, what are you jerks the most afraid of?

He disappeared from behind the sofa. The girls peeked out, and clearly saw a shadow figure circling the men. It was audible that something was moving behind them. The burglars turned around but didn't see a thing. Beetlejuice's shadow form took a quick look into every men's eyes. Several scriptures from the Middle Ages tell us that if a demon looks into your eyes, they can see your biggest fears. Who would've thought that it's true?

- Got it. - said Beej as he reappeared behind the sofa with a snap. He took a quick look on Ari's excited faced, and flashed a toothy grin. - This is gonna be so. Much. Fun. Let's give those guys the fright of their lives! - Beetlejuice disappeared again, just to reappear next to the windows. His figure was vaguely illuminated by the random thunderbolts. He tilted his head sideways and dropped his left hand next to himself. His painted black nails grew into huge claws, his catlike eyes were glowing, just like his dark burgundy hair. It always looked like this when he was in a destructive, devilish mood. He flashed a wicked, Cheshire-like smile and started to scratch the windows. It made the girls' get goosebumps but the burglars' look was a good enough compensation for the unpleasantness. Ari was pretty sure that the guys saw BJ for a moment before he disappeared with a laugh again. He sounded so evil. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari again, digging into his fluffy hair, eyes closed, wide smile on his face. Shit, that's hot, thought Ari. - I'm still the Ghost with the Most.

- What if they go upstairs? - asked Sof with a raised eyebrow, pointing at the burglars approaching the stairs. - Hmm? Did ya plan out something for that as well, Mr. Ghosty-ghost?

- Well I have ideas... - said Ari and leaned close to Beej. She whispered something into his ear which made him bite his lower lip. At this point his teeth were more shark-like than human-like.

- Shit babes, you're a natural... - he moaned and flung his hand towards the stairs. Matthias just stepped on the first step, but was stopped by the sight of 2 little girls standing on the top of the stairs, holding hands. Their eyes were all black.

- Come play with us, Matty. Forever... and ever... and ever... - they said in the same rhythm, with the creepiest child-voice you can ever imagine. The burglars stepped back. Ari couldn't hold back any longer and shouted:

- NOW!

The children started screaming histerically and in the same moment, blood started to wave down the stairs, soaring on the walls, splashing at the men. They all screamed bloody murder and tried to ran away, scattering in every possible direction. Beetlejuice's eyes were glowing with pleasure.

- Do you hear that sound, Ari? That BEAUTIFUL sound? - he said with a moan and bit his fist. - That is the sound, of clean, white, shorts turning brown.. - he looked at Ari. - Ain't it the sweetest noise around? - he laughed maniacally which made Ari and Rei giggle as well. - You guys stay here so you won't stay in the way, but you... - he grabbed Ari's hand and pulled her up to her feet. - ...you deserve to enjoy the show from first row, babes.

With a snap, they appeared in the corner, next to good old Long John Silver's skeleton. Beetlejuice wiggled his fingers and the pirate slowly came to life. One of the burglars, with terror in his eyes, tried to run away as far as possible from the reanimated corpse, but clumsily, he lost his foothold because of the dripping blood from his clothes and fell on his back. It made a huge thud. Ari burst out laughing, like the child she was in heart, but tried to cover her mouth with her hand. Beetlejuice was laughing too, but decided to top his performance and wiggled his fingers again. The pirate started rattling as he lifted his sword up, let out a warcry, and started to run in the lying man's direction. He let out an agonizingly high-pitched scream as he got up. BJ and Ari laughed more histerically.

- Did you hear that?! - wheezed the girl and slapped BJ's shoulder. - Oh my god let's make some more people scream!

BJ held Ari's hand, and pulled her over to the TV. The demon tapped the screen which instantly lit up in blue. Weird streaks appeared on it, then a hand from the inside, tapping the glass. Then another one. Then one more. Two guys, who now held each other, screamed out. BJ put his arm around Ari's shoulders.

- Panic and stress, oh ain't it the best? - he said an laughed with his head thrown backwards.

- You are such a weirdo! - she laughed and elbowed him in the side. He let her go, tilted his head sideways, hunched down and bit his lips in a weird, kinda creepy manner. Ari wheezed and scruffed his fluffy hair. Beetlejuice hunched down more.

- Now behind my ear... - he said with a moan. Ari pulled her hand back with a laugh. She looked around, admiring the sight of bloody men running around, but then her eyes found a specific person standing before the steps, staring at her with a shotgun in his hand. The smile from her face disappeared. She took a step back, and Beetlejuice instantly stepped before her, covering her with his body. He formed a little cup with one of his hands, held out the other dramatically and blew into his palm. A huge blob of fire appeared right before them, blowing up in Matthias's face. He screamed and BJ laughed. - No worries babes, I got ya. NOW WHERE WERE WE. - he turned around and after some looking, he pointed at a guy. He was trying to open up the front door, but it was shut. Beetlejuice made huge gestures and summoned a crazy eyed, killer looking dog. Ari awwed and crouched down. The dog acted all surprised when the girl scruffed his head, but in half a second he got really happy and wagged his tail. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow and made an unimpressed face. - You are a hellhound, you are SO not supposed to do that. - Ari laughed, hugged the dog one more time, then pointed at the guy Beetlejuice was eyeing.

- Go, catch! - she said in an angelic voice. The hellhound started barking and running towards his target. Poor guy jumped up on the hall cabinet.

Beetlejuice snapped again. They now appeared in the downstairs bathroom. A burglar was leaning against the bathroom door, huffing, and as they appeared, he pointed at BJ in fear.

- YOU! - he shouted. - My dad told me about you! The stripey demon with the stupid hair who haunts the creepy house at the edge of the town! Nobody believed a young weedhead pizza guy but you ARE real! - Beetlejuice shrugged and flashed an evil smile.

- Well, why didn't you listen to him? I bet he told ya to stay away from this... - he rubbed his palms together. - ...creepy house... - he opened his palms, water pouring out of them. Ari climbed up on the washing machine, which was a good idea, noticing that something huge started to move in the water. A crab-like figure. The guy screamed bloody murder. BJ laughed and snapped. Him and Ari reappeared in the living room, right behind the sofa. Rei was clapping like an idiot. Shit, even Sofía looked a bit more enthusiastic now. What can I say, the guy IS good.

- Are you lovely ladies having fun? - Ari and Rei nodded exaggeratedly, Sofía huffed and rolled her eyes. - Well the real show is just about to begin! Take your seats! - Beetlejuice teleported the girls onto the sofa while himself appeared on the coffee-table. He started tapping a rhythm with his feet and out of nowhere, the sound of a guitar could be heard. Then came drums. BJ was kinda dancing around on the table, feeling himself. One of the burglars ran towards him with a glass thing he found on one of the shelves. BJ fixed his jacket and with a movement of a hand, he summoned fire towards him. Then laughed at the guy falling over. Now full on music was blasting. Theatrical weirdo, thought Ari. Rei clapped, BJ bowed. Then he raised his hands slowly, making big spiders emerge from the ground. Sof whined a little and closed her eyes.

- EWEWEWEWEW.

One of the burglars, who was sitting in the corner, legs pulled up to his chest, cried out.

- THIS IS JUST A LUCID DREAM! I'M DREAMING! - BJ turned his head backwards, then floated before him with a normal facing, tilted head, and grabbed the guy's chin.

- Really? - the girls didn't see what's happening really, but what they saw, was that BJ's head was getting bigger and that he opened his lower jaw like a snake. - Then tell me, buddyboy, why do I hear you screaming? - the burglar screamed out and turned white as a wall. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari on the sofa. He wiped his teary eyes and laughed again. Ari grabbed his thigh with an excited smile.

- You are fantastic! Unbelievable! That was a sound that says I will never sleep well again! - she breathed in. BJ's eyes were glowing at her. Literally glowing. - I can't believe you are such a talented scarer. Hollywood should learn from you. - the demon looked down at his shoes and crumpled his jacket. A slight streak of pink appeared in his hair. Ari jumped back. - OH MY GOD YOUR HAIR CHANGES COLOR! - he pulled the differently colored streak and sighed.

- Yeah, it's like a moodring... Stupid thing always tells on me...

- THAT IS THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN! - said Ari with excitement in her voice. - What does light pink mean?

- NOTHING. - stated Beej. With a little bit too much voice. He cleared his throat. - Imma tell ya later, but as you said, we still have so much shit to do, to haunt, to kill... - he winked at Ari who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before her chest. Beetlejuice booped her nose, than pulled her up onto the table. He whirled her around in ecstasy, both laughing, BJ howling sometimes. - Nice moves, little hellion! - he laughed. The music in the background got louder and louder with each moment. BJ let Ari go for a moment. The guys were losing it at this point, most of them crying and running around. Beetlejuice looked at his pal. - Hey Ari, check this out! - he raised his hands, pointing at one guy after another, twitching with each move. All 6 of them stood up straight. BJ looked at Ari with a wicked smile. - Dance break!

To the rhythm of the music, the burglars all started to dance. They did the same moves BJ did, with a weird green fog in their eyes. Beetlejuice occasionally looked at the girls, who were laughing their asses off. BJ did The Thing™, which made them all snort. Beetlejuice didn't notice that it also made Ari check out his pelvic moves.

The music ended, Rei and Sof was holding each other, both of them teared up by laughter. Ari slapped her thighs. Beetlejuice bowed several times.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was an old Scandinavian folk song. - the girls teared up again. Beetlejuice smiled like an idiot. Now his hair was more green then burgundy. He was having a great time. - I mean, yeah, I put my own spin on it, but... Hey, ya liked it!

And that's when their laughter was stopped by the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun.

[solomonfiore]

A Night in Kyiv

“I’m an angel who was attending a school of Satan.”

Anatoly Onoprienko

We have broken our way into an abandoned tenement in the slums of Kyiv. Piles of trash are scattered about recklessly. A black pentagram has been spraypainted on the wall. We mark all the squats we occupy this way as a tribute to Beelzebub. The wallet I stole from the old man I stabbed to death in the park earlier that evening has enabled us to spend a little extra money on drugs. A hypodermic needle filled with high-grade heroin sits next to a piss-stained mattress lying on the floor. I stole some vodka from the market on the way back from the Peste Noir concert. Most of the bottle has been finished. We're thoroughly drunk by now. You can't wait to make love. You're already lying back against the side of the mattress with your skirt hiked up over your pale, young legs. Our skin has yet to become leathery and peel away from our bones like it has to a lot of our friends who are addicts, though my track marks are becoming blacker and blacker—the chronic nature of my abuse growing impossible to ignore. I'm grateful that I was able to cop some decent drugs for a change. Due to the grinding poverty we are forced to endure on a daily basis, we often have to use a substance that is less potent and far more toxic than heroin to keep from getting sick. Were it not for the deplorable conditions of our environment we would not have to inject this garbage known as desomorphine. We are smarter than this! We are better than this! But the hopelessness of our situation keeps us down. We cannot raise our voice to our oppressors for fear of reprisal.

After having suppressed my rage throughout my adolescence, I found solace in Satanism. Huysmans once stated that Satanists are no more than disappointed Christians. Well, I am disappointed. Not only in Christ, but in the entire world. I am disappointed with the U.S. and globalization's fallout. I am tired of being caught in the middle of a tug-of-war between Poland and Russia like a helpless child growing up in a dysfunctional household. Centuries of oppression boil inside me, but I’m not allowed to scream. I must suppress this fury.

I’m getting sick. I feel weak. Tingling sensations radiate down over my shoulders, emptying out into my legs.

You want to make love, but I tell you we must shoot up first.

You have only been using needles for a week. You were twelve when you became my lover. Now you are thirteen. Your arms are as white as a Calla lily drenched in a gauze of mist. They show no trace of abuse. You’re still inexperienced and squeamish so I have to inject you myself.

Everything unfolds before us in black and white as if we were actors in a film. Our favorite scene gets played back over and over again unto eternity. I hear your breath in my ear while I find a tender, blue vein under the light of the moon. The plunger descends beneath my thumb and memories of our love are pushed back into my mind…

You were lost when I met you. The drowning ghost of Ophelia lived inside you. And your emerald eyes climbed out of the black waters of your long hair to cling to me for dear life. I introduced you to the Devil and you embraced His power wholeheartedly. I took sadistic pleasure in seeing what heresies you were willing to commit in His name. We vandalized and burned churches together when I wasn't introducing you to the lowliest depths of sexual degradation. But as our fascination with the occult grew into an obsession, it became apparent that we had both become equally enmeshed within a web of inescapable evil. Murder became more than just a means of fueling our habit. It became a mainstay.

We left a string of killings behind us. We talked about them for hours together, recalling certain details about the incidents that one of us may have missed in the heat of the slaughter. For instance, you were particularly interested in what our victims were wearing. Whether it was the diamond brooch we pilfered from your aunt after clubbing her to death in the schoolyard or the ring I had slid from off the finger of a dismembered hand seconds before proposing to you under a sanguine moon, you always had an eye for accoutrement. You remembered the pattern of the knickers that the street vendor from Andriyivskyy Descent wore when we stripped him down at the abandoned factory and forced him to drink drain cleaner, putting cigarettes out on his chest as he ingested the toxic concoction. After removing a pauper's private parts with a box cutter and feeding them to his dog, you kept its collar, not only as a memento, but to wear around your own neck as a fashion statement. You always had a strong sense for aesthetics.

What fascinated me was how some of our victims would assume an entirely passive stance once they came to the realization that their death was inevitable while others would scream like bloody hell until their very last breath. A trucker we ambushed on Hertsena Street was surprisingly resigned after I had slit his throat. Having worked at a slaughterhouse, I knew it took considerable time for a pig to die after this. Instead of panicking or trying to escape, he just lay there in the brush beside us, surrounded by tall stalks of hazel grass as a burbling fountain of maroon viscera bubbled out of his mouth. Watching the individual suffer is half the entertainment when committing a homicide. He wasn't animated enough so I stabbed him in the eyes with his own house keys hoping that would jolt him into action, but he hardly flinched. We took turns carving upside down crosses into the fat of his thighs but he nary moved an inch. On the other hand, a young woman and her five-year-old daughter would prove to be quite the handful. Not the daughter. The daughter behaved in much the same fashion as the old man, though I only know this from what you’ve told me. I was busy with Mother Goose. She sure squawked like one. Enough for me to have to stuff her mouth up with my own sock while gutting her. After considering these psychological phenomena, I asked you whether or not you intended to die softly or put up a fight.

Your purple lips curved into a serene smile. Lightly dusted with pollen from an upturned window box of chrysanthemums nearby, your cheeks betrayed an ever so slight blush of excitement. Bearing the tenderness of a kitten and the immaculate aura of a cherub, you answered thus:

“If it is for my Master, the Great Spirit Lucifer, I shall approach my grave with open arms. He has assured me during His visits that we will have a place beside Him at the foot of His throne so long as we have done His bidding on the material plane. The violence of our passion burns with a flame intense enough to carry us into the netherworld where we will rejoice together in love everlasting."

The Gods of the Pit must have been watching out for us. For we had successfully taken out almost a dozen people without a trace of the law in sight. But the season of our good fortune would abruptly change one afternoon.

We had been terrorizing a homeless woman in a field just outside of Puscha-Vodytsia. Cold drizzle pelted us as I smashed her head in with a shovel. Amping up the bludgeoning to a hyperbolic frequency, you, my ashen-haired accomplice, whipped her with the branch of a tree. In beige, mercurial gobs, the three of our shadows fused to create a single form projected onto the shivering walls of grass around us. The ghostly reflection of our struggle wavered in the wind. She whimpered and drooled as her brains spilled out of the top of her cracked skull with the same disorder as the tentacles of a freshly beached squid. On a trail less than a yard away, a little boy happened to be riding his bicycle. I knew he recognized you as the missing girl in the papers because he stopped momentarily to get a better look at the scene. I tried to catch him but he sped away.

Now we are on the run, hiding out in the slums of the Ukraine.

Your beauty shines through the gray pall of the room. You excite me beyond measure despite the potency of the heroin. I'm no longer paralyzed by the grinding stress of being hunted amidst a country about to go to war when I’m entering the clean, silky haven of your insides. It seems I could live off your spit and your fluids forever when we are bound together physically. I see the look in your pleading eyes and know what you want me to do. I wrap my hands around your throat and start to squeeze. It’s hard for me to stay focused on making love to you while I'm choking you, but I do it because you’ve come to love it so much. I derive no pleasure from this. I have to be careful not to deface your fragile skin or use too much pressure while at the same time maintaining my own level of arousal. This is difficult for me, particularly when I'm high. I do this strictly for you.

You’ve told me you’ve experienced visions of the Beast while being throttled and tonight something wondrous happens. Lucifer comes to visit, not just you, but both of us while our bodies are entwined together in that squalid lair. Inky jets of smoke climb out from the back of your head as you speak in tongues entirely foreign to this world. Sweaty bundles of pale yellow and green fungi growing on the far wall behind us swell to life. An oozing globule of sulfuric vapors congeals to form a static cloud in the shape of the Horned God. He stands over us, calling upon us to express our devotion to Him through the throes of our lust as we writhe about the floor in throes of illicit rapture. Your face begins to twitch as I apply extra pressure to your platysma muscle, clenching my teeth together so tightly they threaten to pierce the insides of my mouth. Your throat—so pure and white that it never so much as reveals the horizontal stress lines that all of us possess from infancy on—is now wreathed in blue and purple corals of broken blood vessels as ecchymosis sets in from vagal inhibition and the increased strain against your hyoid bone. Your hypoxic climax is a sea of convulsions squirming in my clenched fists. Milky clouds fill up the green domes of your eyes and a tear of black blood runs down your left cheek as my darkness empties into you, blotting out what little you still possessed of your purity like an oil spill spreading out from the center of a crystalline pond.

I collapse on top of you, resting my head atop the thin plate of your solar plexus. You’re coughing violently. You pull yourself out from beneath me. I lift myself up and watch you in silence as you gasp for air while clutching your throat. At first I’m worried I’ve gone too far this time, but you flash me a faint smile to assure me you’re okay once your composure’s regained. I breathe a sigh of relief. I haven’t disappointed Lucifer by denying Him the sacrifice we’ll be offering Him when we execute the joint suicide pact we planned for tomorrow on Walpurgisnacht.

"Regie Satanas," I mumble under my breath.

Solomon Fiore - March 18, 2017

<photos: Aleksandra Petrova>

Special thanks to Aleksandra Petrova of the Kitsune Klan.