#faust didn't have to fucking do that

[mildhigh]

I like possessive characters, but if an irl partner even told me to delete (x gender) contacts from my phone I think I'd just hit them on the head with a big rock

#my buddy's girl tried doing this. when he brought up my mom she was like “oh you gonna fuck her too” like ??? MY MOMS 59 HES 21 #like when one partner CONSTANTLY accuses the other of cheating when they didn't its just. so infuriating. genuinely the fuck grow up #i think the only reason why she hasn't tried to accuse me is because she knows im trans lmfao. whatever #but you have to have an insane jealousy problem to accuse your boyfriend of trying to fuck his friends mom whos old enough to be his grandma #like come ON. grow a fucking BRAIN #why do my friends always end up with the most batshit insane partnets please end my suffering #faust rants 🔥

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hi, can you now switch it up so she takes dead's virginity? she has some experience but he's very nervous

My little Gravestone

warning : smut, p in v, kissing, fluff/comfort

Info : Of course you can have something like this enjoy it and have fun reading ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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It was a normal day in the music store, the sun was shining brightly over the city and with some difficulty penetrated through the darkened windows of the Black Circle store.

Behind the cash register, the band founder was counting the money, Faust was lying on the beanbag and Dead was sitting on the bed with his girlfriend as the two of them worked on new album covers together but she saw that his eyes kept going back to her. 

To the short skirt she was wearing because of the heat, the top with the holes cut in it and the dark lipstick. ,,Let me see," she said as she took the paper from him and looked at him.

He had hardly done anything and a grin came to her lips, knowing that Dead was still a virgin, unlike her, and yet he had never made any attempts to approach her. 

Maybe out of insecurity, maybe because he didn't know how...so why not change that a little?

That very evening she had bought her friends a box of beer so that Euronymous, Faust and the others all stayed in the store and she had Dead to herself. ,,Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked him as they both got up from the sofa, the TV flickering saatically. 

She had asked him so carefully and without insistence whether he wanted to try it. The evening was quiet and relaxing, a horror movie here and a beer there.

But especially with the blondes, it was like a frightened animal, every touch could sometimes be too much and especially when it came to his first time, something like this should be careful, intimate and pleasant. ,,I'm sure...I just don't know how to start," he mumbled and looked up at her as she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs with her. 

She went into his room with him and closed the door, where she could literally see his amazement. ,,Do you like it?" she asked quietly as she decorated the room a little, a few bones here and there, some blood and candles leading the way to the mattress.

She slowly slipped her top and skirt off her body, walked towards him and snuggled up to him. ,,Is that all right?" she asked, slowly entangling him in a kiss as she guided them both onto the mattress. 

He made himself a little comfortable as she began to run her hands over his body. Pulling the fabric of his t-shirt over him, Dead examined his pale torso with excitement as his hands wandered uncertainly but steadily towards her.

,,May I?" he asked almost huskily as he waited in front of her breasts ,,Of course...I'm all yours" she mumbled with a warm smile as she began to kiss her way down his neck. 

Leaving marks on his aorta, he could feel his heart beating faster, gasping as she bit into his Adam's apple. ,,I knew you'd like it," she told him, seeing his pale hat turn a quick shade of pink, but he slowly let his fingers wander over her body with more confidence. 

Her surprised sigh made him pause, ,,Is it okay?" He asked and wanted to take his fingers off her breasts but she just pressed herself against him, shuddering as she was surprised at how skillful he was with his fingers. 

The tingling of the two sensitive nipples went straight to her center. ,,Fuck sweetie you don't know how good you are" she let him know seeing the ashamed grin as he explored more of her and she took his body further.

She took one hand slowly from him and slid it down to his cock which was already half hard and he let out a surprised moan as she stroked him. 

,,Do you think we should try it slowly?" she asked and kissed her way down his pale torso, which was covered in small and large nibbles, feeling him shiver with each kiss at his former injuries.

,,Yes, I want you...please," he murmured and took the initiative to demand a little more as he engaged her in a kiss that she gladly accepted. 

Slowly settling on his midsection, she rubbed herself against him, feeling how much she wanted him herself. ,,I'll take the pill, don't worry...we won't have any little skulls," she joked, seeing that he looked a little surprised at first before he laughed benevolently, relaxed and she was happy that she could take away the last of his insecurities. 

They both slipped out of the last of their clothes before she gave him one last look and asked if it was okay. If he wanted it, if he wanted it exactly the way she wanted it. If this relationship they had would go that far but she did when he gave her permission.

Before she gently lowered herself onto him, his cock filling her more than well, his own moans joining hers as they both got used to it. The feeling of feeling the other in a different way than they had ever felt before. It was more intimate than any hand-holding, kissing or looking. 

But it was perfect when she saw the glint of lust reflecting in his own bright eyes. ,,Fuck-you-you feel so unbelievable," he gasped, seeming to place his hands on her hips automatically after the moment of familiarization when she slowly began to move. 

She saw his initial slight overstrain, the feeling became too much for a moment. But he gave her a look of veiled lust as she groaned in surprise, her fingers trailing over his torso as he moved slightly.

,,Good-fuck, just like that," she praised him, drawing red circles over his chest with her fingernails, joining in his rhythm and letting him do a little. Was glad that he had woken up from his coffin, that he had found pleasure in sex, that he had learned something new that he could focus on with her. Could focus on. 

The murmuring words, the cursing and moaning from him filled the room as she tightened a little around him. The blonde hair sticking to her through the light film of sweat as well as her the smell of sex in the air and yet it was just the two of them.

The kisses they exchanged were more intimate and eager than any other, his lips kissing her, exploring her body, kissing along her neck. What was initially reserved became pure desire for him when she mounted him. 

But she felt the twitching of his cock, his rhythm became more indefinable and his eyes kept searching for her permission. ,,Me-me please can I?" he mumbled, they both knew he was close to his climax and she herself felt the tingling in her abdomen.

,,Is-ah is good do darling" she allowed him to feel it as it was true only moments later as he poured into her and she came only moments later as they both held on to each other. 

A wince went through both of their bodies as she slowly rose from her heart and lay down beside him. ,,That... that was just incredible," he gushed as he turned to his beloved, his hands seeking hers and he gave her a soft, grateful kiss on the forehead.

,,Thank you... for the opportunity... for giving me this," he mumbled and smiled slightly, a smile she returned, a smile she would never forget. A smile full of shared love in return.

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@icarus-star , @ria-coolgirl , @angelsanarchy , @nunezs-stuff , @mimi-kiwi , @oceansrose2002

#lords of chaos #lords of chaos movie #jack kilmer #loc dead x reader #Lords of chaos dead x reader

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Yuurivoice boys watching a horror movie with their listeners. How would that go, and what movie are they watching?

Horror Movies HC's

Alphonse:

SNACKS ARE TOP PRIORITY!!

He is down to watch any movie but I feel like one he really likes is Jeepers Creepers.

His mom 10000% was a horror movie over and loved that movie.

Al will watch like cheesy ones too like the ones that are super dumb.

Also he's snuggled right up on your side watching the movie.

Seth:

I feel like psychological horror movies fuck with him more so he watches those.

Jessie loved Jason and Freddy Crouger, so when its a horror movie night Seth watched them when he was younger to feel like she was there.

But he would love Midsommar, like the cult shit freaked him tf out. That or Hereditary.

Also pillowfort is a must, bc you need max comfort to watch a good movie.

Has his arm wrapped around you in case you need to hold him!

Charlie:

I feel like Charlie isn't that big of a horror movie fan but he'll watch some with Cas when they want to.

He was deathly afraid of Chucky but now older, when watching it again he makes fun of the people who didn't lick the fuckin doll.

Also loves commenting on stuff, good if you like chatting but if needed shut him up with a kiss.

I feel like he likes watching documentary horror movies like the Blair witch project or As above so below.

Holding your hand and the other one is in a big popcorn bag.

Faust:

I feel like he doesn't like horror movies that much bc he can predict what's gonna happen.

But he also likes the movies that fuck with your head, like Marrowbone.

He likes eating crunchy snacks while watching movies.

He feels bad when he connects everything together and speaks out loud bc it ruins the movie sometimes but unless you ask what he thinks will happen he'll tell you.

Legs are lapped over yours as you share a blanket.

Finn:

LOVES HORROR MOVIES (personal hc) his grandma def made him watch old horror movies to show him classics.

Has old tapes and player so you can watch what he watched when younger.

Gets snacks and makes drinks so you both can enjoy the movie

A nightmare on Elm Street gives me his vibes or even The shining.

Sitting right next to you, he gets really into the movie so if you wanna hold hands or something you gotta do it first.

Auron:

Like Faust can't enjoy horror movies bc he predicts everything.

I feel like he's one of those crazy people that doesn't eat anything while watching a movie.

Prefers to watch movies at home then go to a theater since they just want money, but if you want too he will plan a date at one.

Children of the Corn, Pet Sematary, the Conjuring and RING are horror movies he likes watching.

Likes having your legs on him and you laying your body on him while holding your thigh too.

Lucien:

Will laugh at anyone who dies, also will critique the demon horror movies like Drag me to Hell.

I feel like he likes the horror movies that could happen in real life like the purge.

Makes his own snacks and your bc you both should feast like kings while watching someone die in a hella dumb way.

Since he's only been in the human realm for a while he'll watch anything.

Laying down in the couch slightly, like sitting up enough to eat comfortably, won't care if you lay or sit on him he can handle it.

Jack:

Like Finn he likes older horror movies but will watch new ones too!

I can feel that he might like psychological horror too like The Grass, Get out, The strangers and Rub Rabbit.

I feel like he only eats soft things while watching movies. Also drinks water rather than a flavored drink.

Since Jack is busy with side jobs he makes sure to have one day out of the week to watch moves with you!

Sitting next to you not touching bc he use to watch so many horror moves with Finn growing up. Just like Finn if you wanna hold hands either hold his or tell him!

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I RECOMMEND EVERY MOVIE I SAID HERE! Especially Midsommar bc it's so fuckin freaky. Also the Marrowbone is a good one too! I love horror movies but hate how I predict everything but when I tried printing this one it surprised me with the twist at the end!

Also if there's a movie you think the YV boys would watch comment!

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice jack

[daytaker]

i have come back with more questionable mc behaviours as a treat

mc who’s a LeVeyan satanist, that or another idea of a similar variety which is when mc gets teleported they were wearing a “hail satan” shirt

also i loved the creepy scientist like mc (๑>◡<๑) - clown anon

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

I want to own a Sheep MC plush that wears a Hail Satan shirt. I want that to be among my possessions when I die.

That out of the way...

(cw: references to drug use, references to sex, this is the church of satan. sex drugs and rock n roll. this gets extremely silly towards the end.)

Satanists Don't Believe in Satan

You were vibing to Eurythmics, sitting cross-legged in your bedroom and trying to meditate while your Snake, Dr. Faust, wound his way around your arm. And then, suddenly, you weren't. The shag carpet was replaced by a hard wood floor, and the warmth of your bedroom was replaced by the cool draft of a large assembly hall with windows. And some punks in military academy uniforms were scowling at you.

"What the fuck? What gives?" You were really confused. Did you already hit the acid and you're so high you forgot? You stood up and looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your CoS shirt and pink pajama shorts, and you still had on your fluffy slippers.

"Welcome, uhhh...." A big guy in red squinted at a piece of paper, then looked at me. "Is your name actually Omen LeVey?"

"That's what it says on my driver's license, bitch." Dr. Faust wound his way up your arm and into your shirt. He clearly didn't appreciate the change in temperature either.

"It's not too late to swap them for someone else, is it?" whispered a dark haired man to Big Red.

Big Red ignored him. "Welcome, Omen, to the Devildom! I'm sure you're very confused, but everything will make sense soon. You have been chosen to participate in an exchange--"

"Where do you think you're going?" The dark haired bitch cut off Big Red as I walked to the door.

I turned around. "Uh, out?"

"Out where, exactly?" asked the bitchy one.

"Out of here? I'm not sitting around waiting for you to go through some sort of timeshare presentation with me. However I got here, I'm sure I'm high as fuck, and I'm not going to spend my time high as fuck getting talked at by this dude. No offense, Red."

Ten minutes later, you were tied to a chair in the middle of the assembly hall. Big Red, the bitch, and three other guys stood around you, unsure what to do.

"Is this, like, an ex of yours or something, Satan?" one of the extras asked another. They were both twinks, and they were also both quiet up to this point, so you couldn't really think of how to differentiate them on the fly.

"No? What are you talking about?"

"Their shirt!"

All five guys stared at your graphic tee, which was black with white splatter text that read:

"CHURCH OF SATAN "DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW" - SATAN PROBABLY"

"I can't believe Satan has an entire church dedicated to him! I wonder if there are churches to me," Twink 1 said with a sigh.

"That's not a church dedicated to me," replied Twink 2. "Their entire doctrine is a repudiation of my very existence. You should educate yourself, Asmodeus."

"Helloooo? Excuse me?" You wobbled in your seat, trying to get their attention. "Since I don't have any choice but to listen, I'll allow you to go ahead and tell me what the fuck is going on."

Big Red sighed at began to explain again. "You've arrived here in the Devildom as an exchange student from the human world. For the next year, you will be living here in the Devildom with us demons, attending the Royal Academy of Diavolo, or "RAD", we we tend to call it."

"...Okay, so clearly this is a bad trip, so I'm gonna politely ask if we can skip to the part where I'm finished having sex with my downstairs neighbors and I turn into a ball of energy? Like. C'mon. Chop chop."

"I am Diavolo, acting lord of the Devildom. And this is Lucifer, my right-hand demon and confidant." He gestured to the bitchy one.

"Charmed," you said in a voice saturated with sarcasm. "What about those three?"

"Ah," Diavolo said, nodding. "Those are Asmodeus, Satan, and Beelzebub. They are Lucifer's brothers."

"This is so wild. So Satan and Lucifer aren't the same dude?"

"Careful what you say," said Twink 1--or Asmodeus, as you now knew him to be. "You'll make Satan angry!"

"Sorry bro. Look look look, though, I'm in your fan club." You hope your shirt with Satan's name on it will butter that one up--Satan is Twink 2, as it turns out; a skinny blonde kid with a yellow bow tie. You aren't sure how to feel about that, exactly. You'd always pictured him as a cartoon goat-man, more or less.

"Do you really think you can butter me up by claiming that the Church of Satan is my fan club?" He scowled at you, looking indignant. "Didn't you hear me earlier? I'm aware of what your so-called 'church' teaches, and while I'm not opposed to the ideology in a broad sense, I can't support a group that considers my very existence to be a joke."

"Hey, hey, it's not a joke," you said soothingly. "You're just the theological equivalent to the Queen of Engand. Powerless, probably fake, definitely dead, but you look good on merchandise."

"Do you want to die?"

"Sometimes."

"Omen, you will be living with these four and two of their brothers for the next year." Diavolo smiled at you, apparently choosing to ignore every word you've spoken.

All four of the brothers looked crestfallen.

"Oh, yeah, I feel real fuckin' welcome. Roll out the wagon, why don't ya?"

"Is your name actually Omen LeVey?" asked Big Red again in a murmur, looking at his sheet with as mystified an expression as ever.

Dr. Faust, still coiled around your arm, peeked out at the world again and flicked his tongue. Asmodeus screamed, and Lucifer pointed at you and demanded, "Diavolo, swap it for a different one!"

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Epilogue.

Eight months later, you and Satan marry. Dr. Faust officiates. Together, you have three children, all of whom refuse to acknowledge their fathers' objective existence.

#ask response #obey me #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #satan #diavolo #lucifer #mc #satanist mc #this is my oc omen levey (do not steal) #crack #fanfic #clown anon #satan x satanist mc #what am i doing with my life #clown anon's mcs are the best mcs #fmk clowncore mc science geek mc satanist mc go #f satanist m science geek k clowncore personally

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 26

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Oystein had spent the week thinking about what had happened with Varg and Y/n. Hellhammer was right. This place wasn't safe for her. Hell, it wasn't safe for anyone that wasn't in the Black Circle. Varg had beat the shit out of some people he deemed posers on the spot and he didn't care who had something to say about it.

Between the random girls that came in to get fucked and the hardcore anti-human guys that came in spouting off about one superior race or some other bullshit, Oystein spent more time in his office with the door shut than he did downstairs. The energy was too tense and toxic for him to think.

He jumped at the sound of the phone while he was in the middle of reading through some music.

"Helvete." He said without much enthusiasm.

"Hey, I didn't hear from you for lunch so I wanted to call and make sure you weren't dead...or a sudden vegan." Y/n laughed on the other end of the phone.

"Hey- yeah no I'm not really hungry today but I'm glad you called. I wanted to talk to you about something." Oystein said with a sigh.

"Oh no...did you get kicked out of the club for fucking a Jewish girl?" Y/n teased but Oystein didn't think it was humorous. His silence made her clear her throat.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen?" She was concerned.

"I don't' think you should come by the shop anymore." Oystein didn't want to piss her off but that's not what he was getting. She seemed saddened.

"I mean...if that's what you want." She was somber.

"You didn't do anything wrong baby. I just don't want them to have access to you like that anymore. The people that we've been attracting through here, it's just not safe." Oystein explained.

"I mean...are you upset with me about what happened-" He cut her off quickly.

"Absolutely not. Varg's a fucking asshole and you always stand your ground to anyone who comes at you like that. I just don't want to put you in a bad situation where there's only one exit and I'm outnumbered." Oystein could hear a chuckle.

"What? You gonna fight for my honor?" She teased.

"If I have to...I probably won't survive it but it would be worth a shot." Oystein was glad she understood and wasn't upset.

"I just don't trust anyone with you. You're too important too me." Oystein clarified.

"Yeah I hear that you kinda love me or something." He smiled hearing her say it.

"Shut up asshole." He rolled his eyes as she laughed.

"Well if you aren't going to let me bring you lunch, why don't you come by and have lunch here. It's not like you're in the next town over you stalker." Y/n joked.

"The building was vacant!" Oystein defended.

"So is a lot of other real estate you freak." She yelled making him shake his head.

"Are you going to come over tonight?" He asked changing the subject.

"No I'm working a few extra hours tonight and I promised to hang out with my dad. We can spend some time together this weekend if you aren't hosting the dickless militants in your basement." Y/n suggested.

"That sounds good. I'll see you for lunch in a few hours, I've got a shipment coming in and I imagine the people I pay to work here won't actually do shit so I need to label and stock it myself." Oystein heard a knock on the door and Faust started to walk in without an answer.

"Sounds good, I'll see you in a few." She hung up the phone and Oystein removed his glasses.

"Yeah?" He asked seeing Faust look around.

"Is your girlfriend hiding in here or something?" He asked curiously.

"Why the fuck would she be hiding in here?" Oystein asked defensively. Faust put his hands up.

"She usually brings you lunch. I didn't mean anything by it." Oystein relaxed and gave him a nod.

"I'll be going to the shop to get lunch later once I get the shipment off the truck and tagged. Anyone downstairs?" He nodded his head towards the door.

"Um yeah a few of Varg's hangarounds are waiting for him. He's supposed to be here soon I think because at least two chicks have already come in here looking for him." Faust explained. Oystein made a face of disgust.

"This place is turning into a fucking nightmare." He raked his hands down his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Hey I wanted to ask you..we haven't really talked since the other night...when I told you guys about that guy..." Oystein looked at Faust and didn't want to think about that night. He knew his freedom relied on everyone keeping their mouths shut but Varg wasn't someone who could be controlled.

"Are we good? I mean...you aren't like..." Faust pressed.

"Faust, I couldn't careless. Fucking do what you want. I'm just trying to run a record shop." Oystein tried to make it sound minimal which seemed to appease him but Faust had literally murdered someone. The amount of stress and fear that Oystein held onto while he was at work made his stomach sick. What was once his dream, quickly crashed and burned into this stupid desire for people to fear them. All he wanted to do was get back to what he loved, which was the music.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #One Shot Series #Alkaline Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #26/35

[yanderepuck]

WE GOT ANOTHER ONE FOR THIS WHOOOORREE. It fits so well for him bc he's just so rough and doesn't care what happens to you as long as he feels please.

I love him on a sexual level and that's about it. Well let's thank @evil-quartett for this wheel prompt. I normally don't use dialogue prompts but something about this was so good.

Decided that it's going to be semi of a sequel to the last one I wrote

Prompt: "you know I love you, right?" "Yeah" "good, because I'm going to fuck you like I don't"

You wrap your arms around him from behind. Too short to look over this shoulder you move your head around him to see what he is doing.

"Whatcha working on?" You definitely want to bother him.

Faust jumps slightly from your touch. "When did you get back?"

"Just a few minutes ago. Seeing you was the first thing on my list," you smile at him as he sets his things down, turning to look at you.

He puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you

"You were gone too long. That old bat isn't allowed to keep you that long again."

You had gone to the mansion for a few days per Comte's request.

"I'm sorry. But I'm back now," you smile and stand on your toes to kiss him. "But I'm glad to know you missed me."

"Of course I missed my meerschweinchen," he smirks at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Who else was I supposed to play with?"

"Charles was still here," you tease. Faust doesn't look amused however. "It was nice to see everyone there. I've missed them."

"All of them?" Faust knows some of the guys there are a tad... questionable.

"Yes all of them. Even if all Arthur did was flirt and Theo kept calling me a dog," you groan slightly. "He kept telling me to bark when he would ask me something."

Faust glares slightly. Oddly enough Theo is the one he dislikes the most. You would have bet anything it would be Arthur considering how much he wants to bite you, and how many jokes he makes about sleeping together.

"I hope you didn't spend too much time with him," he tries to stop himself from growling by biting his tongue.

You thought for a moment and that was the only answer he needed.

"I think i spent time with everyone equally. Though I guess I tend to spend more time with Theo and Arthur. They like to drag me around with them."

"That's it," Faust picks you up, setting you on the table behind him. "You're not going over there again."

"You can't ban me from the mansion, silly," you let yourself be picked up. On the table you are just a little above eye level for him.

"But I can stop you from leaving this castle."

He stands between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. He's being so touchy today, you love it. Maybe you should leave more often.

"Are you going to trap me here like an evil witch," you giggle and drape your arms over his shoulders.

"Something like that," his hands slide up to your hips.

You begin to play with his hair as you lean closer to kiss him. You didn't mean for it to be rough, but Faust's kiss in return was.

You moaned and he pulled you closer to the edge so your bodies were pressed together.

Without waiting for your response, he was already in unbuttoning your shirt. He wanted to feel your skin. He wanted to squeeze you, pull at your flesh. Anything to feel you.

He already has you half undressed before you even started working on his clothes.

"They better not have touched you," he growled

Now you sense it. He's jealous. More than just because you left as well. You decide to play into it, wanting to know how far he'll take it.

"Not in a bad way, no. I got some hugs. Theo did get a little drunk and clung to me at one point," that was really Isaac. Some drinks got mixed up and you had to help him to bed.

You could feel Faust get tense as he grabbed you harder.

"Don't worry. No one bit me," you kiss him, finally getting his coat to the floor.

"They better not have," he gets your bra off and roughly gropes you, forcing a moan out of you. Just that squeeze made your mind go fuzzy.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you?" He smirks. He tries getting your skirt and underwear off. You rock your body every which way to get the fabric out from under you. In seconds you're fully naked on his table while he still has most of his clothes on.

You whine and get his shirt fully unbuttoned. "Why must you have such complicated clothes," you pout, glaring at his stupid amount of belts.

"Fine, fine," normally he likes to watch you struggle with taking his clothes off, but he does it for you this time. In seconds he's standing there naked, between your legs.

Your hands rest on his waist, keeping him close to you. Leaning forward, you kiss him. Immediately getting rough. His hands go all over your body, squeezing any bit he can while your hands go down to his cock.

He gasps between the kisses as you get him harder, wrapping your hands around his length. Pumping him, he gets harder and harder with more precum coming out of his tip.

He bites your lip and gets closer. He reaches behind you to move anything in the table that might be in the way.

His lips go down to your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin. "You know I love you, right?"

You moan and keep working his cock, moving your head to the side for him. "O-of course."

"Good," he nibbles at the front of your neck, taking your hands off of him. You feel his tip press against your hole. You're eager for him. If you could suck him in you would.

"Because I'm going to fuck you like I don't," he growled in your ear and pushed himself all the way into you.

You gasp, falling back on the table. With a death grip on your hips he doesn't give you time to adjust. Now that he's in you he won't be kind. He pulls you closer to the edge to make sure he's as deep as he can get.

You can already feel bruises forming at your hips. Pushing your legs further apart, he thrusts into you roughly, only caring about his pleasure. Not only is he holding you close to the edge, but he's holding you down against the hard table.

"You're mine, got it!"

The air was practically fucked out of your lungs and you're still trying to catch up. "Y-yesss," all you could say.

"You're staying here. I will fuck you until you can't walk to be sure of that," his hips snapped into you harder.

You barely got time to moan before you were screaming. His tip is slamming into your cervix and he keeps trying to drive deeper and deeper into your hole.

You hold onto your tits, squeezing them yourself. Your body starts to squirm. It's too much. You squeeze your eyes shut and pant.

Your toes curl and your nails dig into your own skin. The table under you shakes with each thrust. Faust doesn't seem to be bothered by a few of his tools rolling around.

You knew he was the type to get jealous, but you didn't think it would be this bad. Your legs try to close. He's going so deep that you already feel sore

He forces your legs flat onto the table, holding them down.

"Stay or I'm tying you down," he bares his fangs at you, keeping his hands on your legs, digging his fingers into your thighs.

You scream again. As much as you'd love to be tied down, you don't force your legs against him.

In moments you clench around him, coating his cock and your walls in cum.

He moans now that he's able to slide in and out quicker.

He goes to take his glasses off, barely slowing down. They kept sliding and the chain was getting annoying. He holds you tightly again and gets harder.

You squeeze your flesh more, screaming in pain and pleasure. Now you're able to tell the difference from when he's using his vampire strength. He holds back more than you realize normally.

"Mine," he growls before cumming into you. You didn't expect it, and he didn't slow down at all as it shot out. He just fucked his cum deep into you. Even once his load was fully out he continued to keep the pace and force.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you could barely hold onto yourself at this point, half of your body fell limp.

"That's right. Just lay there and let me fuck you."

~~

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[lily-orchard]

You know, ironically, the reason why people like Hideki Kamiya and Yoko Taro can frequently get away with turning their games into fetish porn catering exclusively to themselves is that they have actual talent beneath the surface of weird shit and would just threaten to quit if execs didn't let them do what they want. Do you think this same sort of energy/strategy would work with creators wanting to put LGBT rep into stories, or would bigotry overwrite studios' greed for money and desire to exploit talent?

The thing is I think they could. A lot of LGBT producers seem to operate under the idea that "This will be my only chance to make my magnum opus" and that project is usually something they've been working on for a while, so they compromise and cave on way too much.

Ginger made the point of saying "I'm looking forward to their second project" and I agree with that because producers like Dana Terrace and Rebecca Sugar have a lot of clout to throw around and their names attract audiences, for good or ill, so they can just say "Okay, I'm gonna leave them" like Lauren Faust and that would be a credible threat.

It's something I was thinking about when the Korrasami discourse was floating around. People were claiming "Oh they had to work within Nickelodeon's standards" but it's fucking Bryke. They made Avatar. They don't have to answer to anyone. And the truth came out with them saying "Yeah we had that idea at the last second, honestly. Thought it'd be fun. We didn't plan shit" so I was right as usual.

I want to see these creators throwing their weight around. I might not think Rebecca Sugar is talented, but a lot of people believe otherwise and studios pay attention to that. They could walk into a studio and their pitch could be "I made Steven Universe, with an average 2 Million viewers per episode" while rubbing her fingers together like John Romero pitching Daikatana and most studios would just give her the budget off that alone.

The same way Michael Bay keeps getting approved for shit.

[art-blogge]

Sparks and Ashes

Mistakes happened. It was a completely understandable human error. A single bad call earlier today had lead to a domino effect of pain for the team, and now they were reaping the consequences.

Most of those consequences were claw wounds and lightning strikes, with a side of friendly fire. Dante would be feeling all of those later.

They'd grown unfortunately used to catastrophic losses. It happened. They would claim it was their fault, then Outis would argue otherwise, and then someone would end up injured somehow in the ensuing argument. It was almost a guaranteed formula by this point.

What didn't normally happen was the Alleyway Watchdog turning its attention towards Dante.

<"Oh no.">

Even if they blared as loudly as they could for help right this moment, the backline Sinners wouldn't make it over fast enough. Worse, Dante still had no idea how to defend themselves! Faust wouldn't let them learn for whatever reason.

There's several different types of "pain". Mental pain, emotional pain, physical pain, soul pain, and Reviving-The-Sinners pain. Dante admittedly didn't do well with any of them.

The Abnormality kept staring with its three heads. Dante considered making a run for it, but that might just make it chase them. They were not outrunning an electro-powered canine. They certainly couldn't treat it like an actual dog- Don Quixote had already tried that to no success. Outis had also attempted it after berating her… and Dante had to feel the agony of getting fried that day. Dante especially didn't want to be Actually Fried- They weren't even sure if they had a brain or a memory chip. Not that it would matter. Mental damage was mental damage. And then there was the physical side of things, which they didn't even want to consider.

There was no chance Vergilius would come save them. There was only one choice.

They'd have to try and fight.

Dante slowly bent down to pick up Ishmael's shield. They figured they could prrrrobably copy some of Ishmael's bashes. It couldn't be that hard. It was just an arm swing. They'd watched Ishmael fight enough. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be something. As for her EGOs….

The Watchdog, much less thoughtful, chose to lunge while Dante was distracted. Dante barely managed to scramble out of the way in time, letting the canine eat dirt. Ishmael's EGOs were scattered, most rolling far away from Dante. They scooped up the Ardor Ember Star EGO and backed away as the Watchdog prepared to pounce again.

Right. Electricity would always course through the body before it moved. Dante watched and waited for the telltale sparks for what felt like eons… And dove to the side just before electrified claws ripped past them.

Okay, maybe that wasn't efficient when they were the one in combat!!

They barely had time to even think. A set of the Watchdog's jaws snapped frighteningly close to their head and Dante unthinkingly bashed it's nose with Ishmael's shield.

<"Bad dog!"> Dante honked, winding up to smack it again.

Bad idea. Every single available attack the Alleyway Watchdog could make was now trained on Dante.

Could they feasibly clash?

A single glance at their device answered that question. Absolutely Fucking Not. Their own Offense was only 3. They were clashing NOTHING. Their only hope was to use the EGO they'd picked up to clash and hit the Stagger.

Dante hesitated, rolling the EGO around in their hand. The last time they'd used one, it'd made problems for everyone and they'd struggled to turn it off. What if they couldn't turn it off a second time?

They could hear the backline Sinners approaching, but they were still too far away to help effectively. Dante didn't have much of a choice anymore. Fine. This was a battlefield and they needed every boost they could get.

Time seemed to slow as the foreign will of the Ardor Ember Moth washed over Dante, and it immediately became a struggle to keep control.

"Aren't you cold? Join me in my cocoon. We will burn together."

No. No! They couldn't stop the cocoon from closing around them, but Dante decided then and there that they'd succeed.

"Executive Manager!" someone shouted in the background, but Dante and the Ardor Ember Moth both ignored it. Something here needed a warm embrace of fire.

<"Aren't you tired?"> Dante asked the Watchdog as they emerged from the fiery cocoon. They easily fluttered up to the Alleyway Watchdog's faces, unfazed by the resulting growls. Despite this, the Watchdog didn't attack. All three of its heads seemed to be entranced by the embers flying off of Dante's head and wings.

Slowly, Dante wrapped their arms around the Watchdog's middle head. As they gently hugged the Abnormality, they could feel electricity running just under them. Their coat was doing an excellent job keeping it away from them.

<"Settle down. We can't reach the future if we burn out now.">

If Dante was able to look at their device, they'd see the Watchdog's Offense Level drop by three.

Pressure was building up inside of their head, but Dante stayed calm. They would be fine. The future would be bright, and they would be there to see it.

<"Burn bright for the future,"> Dante ticked, pressing their head against the Watchdog.

The pressure exploded inside and outside of them, propelling them away from the Abnormality while it caught fire. Inconveniently, the EGO wore off before they could land, causing them to tumble down helplessly and land on their face.

The backline Sinners finally arrived as Dante shook off the impact. As five of them rushed past to take down the stunned Watchdog, Outis knelt down to speak with her ash-covered Manager.

"Excellent work, Executive Manager, but don't you think that was incredibly dangerous?"

Dante let out a slow whistle as a response. It had been, but they needed a moment to collect themselves before responding. They also took the opportunity to wipe some ash off of their face so they could see better.

<"I'm sorry. It was dangerous but it was a last resort.">

Dante tipped their head to Outis. Outis accepted this and started to walk past them.

<"Wait.">

Outis stopped and looked back at them.

<"I enjoyed doing that. Can you hold onto this EGO until Ishmael's alive?">

"I can't do that. That would be holding two-"

<"Right, sorry. Go on, then. Give it hell.">

Outis rushed into combat to get some hits in before the Watchdog regained it's footing.

Dante didn't bother taking their device back out. Combat was about to end.

Despite the growing dread from needing to revive six Sinners, Dante still felt okay. Their coat was still a bit warm, so they opted to curl up into it, and… Oh. Oh, that felt nice. It was warmer than they thought it was, and it didn't usually feel this soft. The fact they could feel the coat's texture despite their gloves never even registered.

……………..

Oh, right. Work.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!!!!!!

The pain was more agonizing than they'd expected, and they rolled onto their side in a tightly curled-up ball. In moments though, the pain faded faster than it ever had previously. Was it the warmth? Dante had no idea and didn't care. It was comfy…

"Sanity up by twenty-five points," Faust stated, reminding Dante that they were in-fact STILL working, "And Sloth affinity damage up. The Alleyway Watchdog lost three Offense Levels before taking fifty points of Wrath damage from Ardor Ember Star."

Something was taken out of Dante's pocket, and they irritably glanced up. Ishmael had taken her EGO back while Faust was reading stats off of their ash-covered device. Ah. It must have fallen out of their pocket at some point.

"Huh, weird," came Heathcliff's voice somewhere to the unseen left of Faust, "So that Sloth up is givin' them a real lazy time, is it?"

"That is certainly a way to put it, but yes," Faust confirmed.

<"I'm not being lazy,"> Dante lied, making no effort to move, <"I'll move when I'm ready.">

"Sure, and the Lassie will lift the Frenchman."

Don Quixote was distantly audible and attempting to now do just that. Everyone ignored it.

The side-effects finally wore off, and Dante immediately got back up. That'd been weird. It'd felt nice, but they thought they were in control of it. Guess not.

<"New note. I'm not to use that again. I enjoyed that far too much. Someone teach me to fight so that doesn't happen again.">

"Denied."

Well, they tried.

#limbus company #dante lcb #writing tag

[texasthoughtsaboutnothing]

So, Canto 5. Spoilers.

Peak fiction, utterly incredible. My following thoughts will be jumbled but forgive me.

I've sadly not finished the source material, so I won't analyze it from that POV, but just to discuss the continued building of the world of the City, the Great Lake is so well conceived as a setting. The individual Lakes and their Waves, and the Whales that cause them, the variable coordinates and U Corp's monopoly on written data of Laws. You could make a whole damn RPG on the back of this stuff alone, I know TTRPG heads are looking at this and coming up with some homebrews.

I wonder if the Lakes are actually the result of the Whales changing the waters around them? Ishmael theorizes that the Whales parasitize humans out of loneliness, to make others like them (which of course reflects on Ahab as a Whale) and I wonder if the waters of the lake are similarly changed to reflect the Whale? And then I think about how Ahab turned the inside of the Pallid Whale into Pequod Town gah the subtext.

I'm also thinking more about the Sinners as a found family. While they've gotten on well enough since Verg put his foot down it's becoming clearer as time goes on that real bonds are forming. Ishmael was certainly straining those bonds but its a testament to them that they grew stronger after she found peace. I was pleasantly surprised she and Outis found a dynamic as fellow seawomen leading to mutual respect, not to mention what's going on between Heath and Ish (I have never shipped anything harder in my life). And then there's the individual relationships to Dante. Dante and Ish have gotten over the hump, and while she says that if they ever go in the wrong direction "she'll drop a skiff and depart" I feel like Ish is invested in Dante as a friend and will be there for them no matter what, including steering them back on the right course.

We saw it in S.E.A., but it's dawning on me that we get to experience characters post arc and that there are consequences to that. It didn't feel that way as strongly with Canto 1 - 3 because Gregor and Rodya are thoroughly still cooking on their issues and Sinclair feels like he's started his arc to becoming more confident and capable (the part where he actually threatens that guy is just chef's kiss). But we saw a Yi Sang who's actively trying to preserve his new friend group and find the bright side of things. Now we'll have a collected Ishmael who can keep it together and is firmly on Dante's side, which will be amazing come the Heartbreaking if the Heathmael dream is real.

Rapid fire thoughts in no particular order:

Ahab VA is perfect casting, her character is phenomenal, and I can't wait to see how she'll do on Hermann's team. PM is carrying the torch of insane old ladies.

I'm increasingly certain that the plot of Limbus will be ultimately about the multiverse (IN A GOOD WAY) and the goals of the villains and other groups deals with mirror worlds in some way.

I'm thinking about the other 3 Calamities of the Lake, Whales that attack without rhyme or reason. I have to imagine them as other great beasts of literature, so one surely is the Crocodile from Peter Pan. Possibly another is the Dogfish from Pinocchio (adapted as Monstro in the Disney version). Then I don't know, the Giant Squid from 20'000 Leagues Under the Sea (or maybe the "Narwhal" itself)? There's many possibilities.

I enjoy the Middle as a faction, they fit in with the deeply absurdist nature of the City and feel distinct from the other Fingers we know about. Makes me wonder what the actual fuck the Pinky's deal is if they're the worst Finger (iirc).

Love the feeling of Faust and Verg as outsiders Red Fraud Alert there's no way it doesn't come to a head at some point where Vergilius and the group are fundamentally at odds but the group is strong enough that threats won't cut it.

Compass is fire. Love that we're seeing different fan remixes combining the vocal and instrumentals in interesting ways, though I worry for the official version. Fly, Broken Wings doesn't work as well when it just goes through the whole thing without repeating the Broken Wings part, I much prefer an edit that matches the in game version more. I hope Mili sees what people are doing and gives us the heartbeat.

Praying to god we get a Stubb or Pip Outis ID with Pequod Captain Ishmael, but that will likely be end of season. I predict Ish ID to be a powerful SP support ID and will likely be as meta as Nclair (which is cool but also kinda unfortunate narratively, there are some downsides to the Gacha format).

Sentences like "Ishmael totally tops Heathcliff, that guy would turn into a puppy dog at the slightest hint of affection" are insane things I believe wholeheartedly and I love every time a literature person stumbles upon it and has to wrestle with this surprisingly valid crackship not knowing its origin.

All for now but I'm sure I'll think of something else later, can't wait for the Christmas Event (which will likely drop after Christmas but c'est la vie).

#limbus company #limbus #canto 5 spoilers #canto v spoilers #heathmael

[amethystina]

I was tagged by @a-very-fond-farewell! Thank you so much darling 💜

1. Last song: Shishen Take On the Challenge from The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity soundtrack (which I paid a small fortune to get my hands on so you bet I've been listening to it almost non-stop ever since. The music is SO FUCKING GOOD OKAY)

2. Favorite color: Purple — which I feel should come as a surprise to no one xD

3. Currently watching: The Killing Vote, because I apparently need more dramas where the Korean public is allowed to vote on whether or not to execute people. Quite enjoying it so far! The characters are a hoot xD And I'm curious to see what they do with the Kwon Seok Joo dude.

I also just started The Guest because I want to watch it before they remove it from Netflix but BOI. That's not one I'll be able to binge, that's for sure. Horror is great but also, well, terrifying x'D

Though, I must say, I might have to take a detour and rewatch the Along With the Gods movies. I've been meaning to do so for ages and seeing Kim Dong Wook in The Guest makes the urge even stronger. Because, let me tell you, I'm SO EAGER to rewatch the movies and observe the characters now that I've seen the twist at the end of the second movie. A twist I figured out before I actually reached the reveal, sure, but I don't think that's a bad thing? Like, for real, guys. The AUDIBLE GASP I let out when I realised what the twist was going to be and then got to sit there and see it slowly dawn on the other characters? BEAUTIFUL. And it CHANGES SO MUCH. Like, I need to rewatch them because so much of what I thought I knew is now a lie! Circumstances have changed! My initial analysis might be wrong! Characters I thought I knew are now completely different! I need to do more research! I NEED TO KNOW.

(This is what happens when your brain works like mine. And one day I might tell you all about why Kang Yo Han is such a fascinating character to me, because, let me tell you, I've rarely seen a character remain so solid in his characterisation even through the kind of reveals we're given in the drama. It's fucking SPECTACULAR)

4. Currently reading: Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (I do it in bursts because it's not the kind of book I can just binge, okay? x'D), We Have Always Lived In the Castle by Shirley Jackson (I would have finished this LONG ago if it didn't give me so much anxiety (but in a good way?)) and Eld by Mats Strandberg and Sara Bergman Elfgren (though I should probably start over on this one since I was very distracted when I read the first chapter)

5. Last movie: No Regret, because why not dabble in older Korean LGBTQ+ content? It was a ride, that's for sure xD And the next movie will be The World to Come (also one I want to watch before it's removed from Netflix)

6. Sweet/spicy/savory: Either sweet or savoury — it depends on my mood, really.

7. Relationship status: Married! :D

8. Current obsession: I'm not sure if I have one right now? Though I am hoping to get back on track with that diorama thing soon. I've almost collected all the materials I need! I just need fake foliage (preferably red) and I'm going to try and buy that either tomorrow or on Saturday.

9. Last thing you googled? Why my phone kept taking only green photos. And everyone kept telling me I shouldn't have unlocked the bootloader (which I don't think can be done by accident and I sure as hell haven't done it intentionally) so in the end I just restarted it and now it works just fine xD

10. Selfie: I don't really take selfies but here's a cropped version of a drawing WIP of mine.

If you know, you know ;)

(... LOOK, the suspender-pulling had to happen eventually, okay?)

11. Currently working on: Chapter 5 of A New Dawn (Begins With Us) and, after that, it'll be either chapter 37 of Who Holds the Devil or maybe the sequel to Gravitational Pull which I'm STILL struggling to find the time to work on. I'm also working on, like, six different drawings simultaneously. Because why make things easy for myself?

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it! Tell me about yourself! :D

#Amethystina Does Tag Games #I feel very all over the place right now x'D #And I have read so few books this year :/ #That's such a bummer #I should look into that #I kind of miss reading a shitload of silly romance #And I also want to draw a lot #But then there's writing too #So many hobbies #So little time

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Oooooooo do you have any more headcanons for the Yandere! Listeners? That trope is so underrated😭

OH HO YES PLEASE!

Yandere Listeners HC:

Sugarboo:

At first they were obsessed with Alphonse but when Seth came in they almost killed him. But then they though of how sad Al would be and decided fuck it I'll be nice.

But then everything happened and Sugarboo got attached platonically. Can be turned Romantic if yall want bc why not?

This Sugarboo dosen't really like Jessie all that much and shows it. Like your one of the persons who hurt their romantic/platonic obsession how fucking dare you?

They also when Al gave Seth and them the talk before leaving gave them a serious stare and said "Alphonse, Seth, if it came to it I'll kill for you. I love you both and want both of you safe."

I think this tipped off Seth and Alphosne that you might be a yandere a but bc they would do the same for you.

When they did go with Derek in his car it took everything in them not to kill him right there. But once they did go back to where he took them they didn't just shoot him. They kept shooting, broke a glass and stabbed him some more since this pathetic pig caused so much hurt to their lover/s.

Casper:

They got lowkey obsessed with him in middle school but didn't realize till highschool. They tried giving lots of hints that they liked him but he didn't get it. Let's not even talk about the note.

Casper is more a lowkey yandere where they know Charlie would come to them eventually and if not they'd act.

Meeting an obsession young isn't fully helpful bc you would want to find them no matter what.

But when they had to move this fuled Casepr to make enough money to make Charlie and them live happily. That's why they know how to use a switch blade. They took on lots of different jobs, even assassination.

When Charlie said I did like you. It made Casper almost take him right there. Charlie most likely has a feeling but shrugs it off bc "My Casper? Naw." But Casper is behind him hiding a body that decided to fuck with him during his shift.

Star:

Starts of platonic bc they only just met him. They want to protect him from others to show him off bc he is a nice person. But they know he won't leave them for someone.

They also have special privileges since he considers them a friend right now. Like shopping, I feel like Star would be the one who would gift Faust many things to keep him with them. Like meaningful ones.

They don't talk about the stalker a lot bc they killed them. But the court ruled it as self defense bc the stalker had a weapon.

They have used their status as a big streamer to their advantage if someone got to ballsy with insulting Faust when he's trying to be nice to everyone...you don't even deserve his attention negative or not you fucking-

Sorry that this one dosen't have a lot the story isn't fully developed yet-

Rook:

Auron obviously knows. He likes it and is semi a yandere himself with how he told them he won't give up on them if they stayed.

Rook fell when they first saw him. So when he told them over that dinner date their obsession grew, at the first one they have they were trying to get more information without seeming obsessive since he's observant as well.

Rook has intimidated some people at the work place when they say they liked Auron or seem like getting too close.

They can be manipulative with their silver tongue, so it usually is them planting a thought that Auron would never look at them or Rook showing off how Much Auron tolerates them since he's never like that with anybody.

Trish does tell them a bit of things he likes (she definitely knows about their obsession) I feel like since Auron said something. About her intuition that she just knows they're a perfect match.

Angel:

Lucien know off the bat that Angel was a bit fucked in the had I Mena why keep a demon in your house? But he's chill with it.

Angel is a chill Yandere anyways I mean no one can know of Lucien. Sure Angel wants to brag but they won't ever let someone lay eyes on him.

I hc if Lucien ever needed to eat human flesh they would lure creeps and pesos to their apartment so that Lucien can feast. He's put up a sound barrier too so that the neighbors don't get suspicious.

Angel mostly keeps to themselves when outside of the apartment so no one thinks anything is going on with them.

And that's mostly what I think the boys would react with the listener being yandere and some hc sprinkled in.

#yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice #red writes

[t00nyah]

they're making fun of poor people...

-07.28.23

my new favourite kids ever!!!!!! so i just. limbusified. catherine and linton from wuthering heights. bc im just that fixated on the book and those kids in particular. and i love them!!! so much!!! please!!!

gearld and i kind of made a new bus thing with probably no logical ground but it's fun to think about and THAT'S what's important. welcome to the kidbus.

their designs are...kinda messed...bc i based catherine on my book cathy design, but linton is based on my altbus oc isabella who is in fact his mother. (canonically cathy mentions linton's hair being lighter and it haunts me, but i like those designs...)

the only design notes i have are the fact that linton has isabella's locket(sob she has one in my altbus design and she isn't mentioned to have one in the book when catherines were both mentioned to have lockets i was just 'ARE YOU KIDDING ME' this is fucking sad) and cathy's uhm...whatever those are called(sorry) was a gift from her father. ironically gave cathy heather purple and linton royal blue which looks like would make more sense if swithced but i like it.

so, basically, kidbus literally takes place around 20 years later so that linton and cathy can still be kids of their parents and follow the book timeline as i wish bc im obsessed. both get book-traumatized by heathcliff bc of course. and both are unbearable and stubborn as lintons' kids ha ha.

linton is...weak as fuck. just like in the book, health is NOT the best thing he inherited from his mother. too much emotional impact causes him to cough blood, and he, being his father's son, gets very heated when angry, which only worsens the probability of his weakness taking over him. (me and gearld have a concept on a table...that maybe his mother is isabella altbus and his health problems are actually related to her getting killed and revived during pregnancy. which sounds insanely logical and im so normal about this.)

catherine is just as sweet as she is, with a very strong heart and her own sense of judgement, but she's very demanding and stubborn. she cares about linton deeply.

faust picked the kids up exactly in time when cathy was trying to search some help with linton's rapidly worsening condition, dragging him with her against his whining about it being too much for him. she didn't even get to say anything, cathy herself called out for her and begged for help. faust took linton from her to carry to the bus, to dante, doing pact shenanigans and such. initially...only cathy was supposed to be a sinner. the only reason why linton turned into one was cathy wanting him there because if her conditions aren't met she tends to rebel and stubbornly ignore whatever she's told to do until she has her own reasons to. so now linton suffers from constantly being led to his horrifying condition in fights and being revived only to experience it again.

-07.29.23

-07.28.23

cathy, being a thrushcross office member initially, carries a gun and never was taught anything else. linton, being a wuthering heights member, was barely taught handling a mace by heathcliff. he doesn't even have strength to use it to it's full potential. cathy once tried it and linton got very upset and pissed off by her noting it's not that hard. she just naturally is stronger than him.

they're also a pain to deal with hehe... in their cantos i think they'd probably confront heathcliff, separated by maybe hareton playing some role? i'm still working on that.

i love my kids.

#limbus company #cathy linton oc #linton heathcliff oc #lcb oc #kidbus

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 20

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

This week was going shit. Varg was up Oystein's ass every other second about some stupid "mission of solidifying black metal", the shop had gotten a formal complaint from the police about property destruction which got him a fat fine. Some drunk idiot fell into a display and broke a ton of records that he would now have to eat the cost over. He was hiding out in his office just to get some peace from everyone. He had Faust pick up his food today because he didn't want to take his bad mood out on Y/n when she delivered his food.

Oystein started to eat his lunch in silence, enjoying being completely alone until the office door opened. Y/n walked in surprising him.

"I thought I told Faust to lock the door on the way out." He realized he had his glasses on and batted them off his face.

"No worries I just came to drop this. You can go back to jerking off on your little typewriter once I leave." She watched Oystein realize he still had his glasses on and he batted them off his face. She shook her head.

"Oh no he doesn't have perfect vision., trust me the glasses are the least stupid thing about your face with that hideous mustache living on your lip." She dropped the bag on his desk.

"Your lunch wench forgot your side orders and I wasn't getting blamed for not delivering them to you directly." Oystein smirked.

"I wouldn't have held it against you but I appreciate you bringing it." Oystein looked up at Y/n and noticed she was in some sort of trance.

"Y/n...you good?" He waved his hand and followed her gaze to the picture on his bulletin board. He stood up abruptly and stood in front of the desk to block her view but she was held her hands up for him not to come close to her.

"You weren't suppose to see that." Oystein said seeing her shaking. He stepped closer to her.

"Please don't. I just...just give me a second." She kept her face down so he couldn't see that she was crying.

"What can I do? Tell me what you need and I'll get it." Oystein offered.

"Trust me I would have run out of her with a giant fuck you if I could have kept my emotions on lock but I refuse to let your cult following see me cry or give you some sort of material to tell them you fucked me until I cried or something stupid." Oystein was surprised by what she said. He would never hurt her, let alone assault her.

"Y/n you have to know I wouldn't ever do that-" He moved towards her again.

"There as a time I thought I could believe that but I also didn't believe you actually took photos of Pelle...like that...and put them on display like he was some sideshow freak." She put her hands over her face now completely in shambles. He wanted to hug her. He wanted to do something, anything to make this better for her.

"I'm sorry you saw it." He whispered and her head shot up.

"You should be sorry you took it Oystein. God what is wrong with you? How did I miss this? How did I not see this side of you and just let myself fall in..." She cut herself off and for the first time since their relationship fell apart did he feel like something had struck him directly in the heart.

"I do...I do feel sorry that I took it. I've felt like shit since the moment I found him like that. I can't...look I'm sorry I can't go there with you okay? You just wouldn't understand what that's like. I'm a fucking mess and this is how I'm coping with it." Oystein felt the lump in his throat and shook his head. Explaining to anyone what he's been feeling since Pelle killed himself felt impossible. It felt lonely. It felt like if he let this feeling bubble to the surface, he might drown in it.

Y/n finally lifted her head and he used a napkin from his desk to wipe her tears. For a brief moment, she let him before taking the napkin and pulling herself together.

"Next time, I will leave your food with Faust." She whispered. He nodded his head understanding that she wouldn't ever come back into his office and he didn't blame her. He sat back down in his chair and looked over at the photo of Pelle. Being mad at him for doing what he did was the only way he didn't let his absence hurt.

The door cracked open again and Faust walked in.

"Hey are you still-"

"Lock the fucking door Faust!" Oystein yelled at him and he flipped the lock on the door before shutting it quickly. He just needed a break. He felt like he needed a vacation from his own fucking life.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #20/35

[yanderepuck]

Damn this man is fun to write. He's such a whore honestly.

4 of what I think is 12 of the smut wheel prompts. You get to thank @faust-bite for this one. I'm going to make him a needy bitch in heat bc that's what he is every time he's horny. Man doesn't like to admit he's horny until he's overloaded.

Also..LOOK AT ME MAKING THE MC GENDER NEUTRAL I say as there is no mc present in the fic

Prompt: him masturbating to the thought of you

"Ungh..."

Just the light from the moon and stars lights up his room. Fausts fingers tug through his hair as he breaths heavily.

"Vöglchen."

He moans, tugging his hair more. His other hand is rubbing himself. He's trying to work himself like you normally would, but you have some kind of special touch. Something he can't recreate no matter how much he tries.

Faust saw no issue in letting you go back to the mansion for a few days after Comte requested you for something. But it's barely been two days and he's missing your touch.

Missing your naked body on top of his own.

"Ahh-hh! Fuck!"

He can't believe he's so desperate for you. How could he let himself sink so low.

"I just want to-" he gasps before finishing what he wants to say, but he wants to fuck you. He's thinking about you laying under him, your ass in the air so that he can grab your hips and thrust into you.

His panting gets heavier as his hand moves faster. His arm lays over his eyes, covering them as if he's embarrassed. He would never use that word, but it didn't feel right to be so desperate for another.

Faust was doing fine all day until he got to bed. That's when he couldn't stop thinking about you. When he thought about you moaning his name. Thought about you touching him, and he touching you back.

He wants nothing more than to slide his cock into your tight little hole and fill it with his cum, only to fuck it back into you.

Faust groans as he starts to bite his hand. Last thing he needs is for anyone in the castle to hear him. He wouldn't care about them hearing him fuck you. No. He wants that. He wants them to know that you're his, that he's claimed you.

His pants get sporadic and out of control as he's getting closer.

"Fuck- fuck! Just like that, vögelchen!" He pulls his shirt up to his chest and quickly bites his hand again.

The hand on his cock is moving faster with a tightened grip. He whines until his tip spurts out a long stream of cum, leaving a mess on his torso.

His hand stops moving and he lets himself breathe. After a few moments he looks around squinting, trying to find something to clean himself with.

Nothing. He groans and reaches for his glasses to be able to look better. Nothing within reaching distance.

He lays his head back in his pillow after putting his glasses back, his cock still hard. Once wasn't enough.

There is no way he's going to be able to sleep like this. He is so horny it hurts.

"Damn it, meerschweinchen," he growls, instinctively starting to rub himself again. He didn't even realize he started until he let out another moan.

"Ungh... I'm fucking you so hard when you get back."

He closes his eyes, trying to imagine you bouncing on his cock, moaning along with him.

"Ahh- took...took my damn fuck toy away from me," he growls again, rubbing himself faster, bucking up his hips.

Faust bites his lip as he tugs his hair again. His desperate pants pick up again, filling his room along with the wet sounds his hand is making.

In moments his moans become whines as he feels himself getting closer.

"Ahh-hh! J-just like that, ungh!"

He touches himself in all the places he likes. "Stay still," he bares his teeth and tightens his grip.

Finally, new lines of cum cover his body, almost getting on his face. His pants are louder and he slowly opens his eyes as he lets go of his cock.

He sighs, realizing the mess he's made. He has no choice but to clean it. He goes to take his shirt off and realizes his cum got on it.

He grumbles to himself and takes it off, and just uses it to wipe his body. Once he cleans himself off he just drops the shirt off the edge of the bed. Not ideal but he'll deal with it tomorrow.

He fixes his pants and rolls over, finally feeling tired enough to sleep, even if he still isn't fully satisfied.

~~

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[gamerbot-22]

Fuck it. Arcana LIs and How They Would Do Fixing Things

DNI

Inspired by a chat a new friend and I had over her broken car handle HCs under the cut cause this might get long--

🔮 Asra

- Absolutely could use magic to fix whatever's broken. - Likes trying to do it manually first, though. Means more time to chat if you're around to help/supervise ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ - Completely useless for big projects though. If it's too big for them to confidently fix, he'll joke about how "it's probably not that broken," before calling the proper repair person. - If it can't be fixed they'll help save up to get a new one. - "Next time we can give Faust a try at it, I think she'll be better at getting into all the little nooks and crannies."

👑 Nadia

- Will take any chance to get out her woodworking tools, even if those definitely aren't the tool for the job. - Might not know the exact ins and outs of what she's supposed to be helping you with but she cannot wait to take it apart and figure it out. - Super organized when she takes things apart. Everything is put in it's own spot off to the side. - If she doesn't manage to fix it, she'll just buy you a replacement if you want it. - "Well, at least we got some quality time together, didn't we? You saved my afternoon from yet another dull meeting."

🩸 Julian

- King of pretending to know what the fuck he's doing. - Has gotten many a sunburn working outside trying to repair stuff. - The only thing he's really good at is tying knots, if anything else is needed there's like a 75% chance he's just going to break it more. - If/when he fucks up he feels so guilty and insists on replacing whatever it was that was broken. - "No I got it. No we don't need to call a repair person, I can fix it! Those people are expensive, you don't need to call!!" [two hours later] "Ok I'm calling the repair person."

🐻 Muriel

- Unless it's mechanical, he's got it fixed in like three hours tops. - Laser focused, it's like you're not even there if you're helping/supervising. - If it's beyond repair he'll just make you a new one himself. - BRSE (Big Ron Swanson Energy) - "... There. Done."

🐱 Portia

- Ridiculously handy. She's GOT THIS. - Being the Countess' right-hand lady means she's got to be ready to fix anything at the drop of a hat and she's got experience. - Makes horrible puns the entire time and you can tell she's winking if she's not in your line of sight. - Literally you will never have to call the repair person again, she's got this in the bag. - "Ta-da! Good-as-new! Now do I get a reward for helping or...? :3c"

🗡 Lucio

- It's just one "oopsie" after another. - He's like a babe in the woods he has absolutely no idea what the hell he's doing at any given time in the process. - You know it, he knows it, but he's going to pretend like his life depends on it like he's got it covered. - Will fuck it up and he gets so frustrated afterwards he might just kick whatever he's supposed to be fixing and make it even worse. - "So uh... Might have made another oopsie BUT. Watch this-- PORTIAAA! MC NEEDS THEIR THINGY FIXED."

#I dunno #This is just something dumb and silly #Muriel and Portia are the only ones I trust with my squeaky office chair #Also Nadia #But her success rate is stifled by how pumped she gets over the new activity #The Arcana headcanons #Asra Alnazar #Nadia Satrinava #Julian Devorak #Muriel of the Kokhuri #Portia Devorak #Count Lucio #The Arcana #Rosie Writes

[ill-skillsgard]

Hey beetle, anything new from Faust x Faith, it’s been a while since the last story about them?

Maybe Faust is for once a sweet lover, but still fuck and fill her to the hilt, maybe a little getting prego kink?

Hi! Holy MOLY it has been a long time since I've written any Faust x Faith. I have had quite the year, but don't get me wrong... The babies were never far from my mind. I cannot ever forget our beautiful Frosty man.

So, this is set a little over a year in the future in this universe. But I won't give too much away here!

Warning: 18+ Smut, violence, mature language, protected/unprotected sex, emotional reunions, murderous rage, mentions of alcohol consumption, angst, cheating and all the good nasty things this pairing is known for.

Summary: It's been over a year since Faith broke up with Faust and he's returned home from an extensive European tour to find out his ex-girlfriend has moved on. Will Faust be able to control himself and let them live, or will his darkness drive him to get rid of Faith's new boyfriend?

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

"You feeling okay, Frost?"

The question went unanswered, and the four members of Grey Tomb turned toward the drummer. Faust hadn't been sleeping. He barely ate, and the only time he came alive was on stage behind his drum kit. Although the last few dates of the tour hadn't been his best performances.

"Your eyes are so dark that you don't even need to wear any paint," Freydis, the singer, pointed out. She was the leader of Grey Tomb, the band who had picked him up for a European tour after their original drummer went to prison. Faust had asked no questions and didn't care where they played so long as he was as far away from home as possible. An 18-date tour was long enough to keep him occupied throughout the summer, but it was winding down, and everything started reminding Faust of her again. Even the landscape, though much different from home, brought up bitter memories of Faith.

Nightmares plagued Faust when he closed his eyes—gut-wrenching visions of Faith having sex with the jock she knew from church, his old bandmates, and even Sven. He dreamt of flames and screams and Faith looking at him like he was ugly, like she couldn't believe she had ever loved him. Evenings spent in a dismal room with police trying to make him admit he had punched Bobby Esders' face into a crimson mash, teeth blistering out of shredded, bloody lips. In these nightmares, Faust was killing again, always chasing and killing and trying to convince Faith he was fine; he was only protecting her. But she turned away every time, unconvinced he possessed no virtue.

And so, he imagined the drum skins as the face he wanted to smash and broke sticks on the rim only to unsheath fresh ones from a quiver near his shin. He'd continue the brutal assault in time with a guttural bass line and dreadful shrieking.

Faust didn't want to think of violence, so he avoided sleep and the inevitable terrors waiting to resurface in his mind. He needed therapy, an intense cerebral scrub to get to the bottom of the urges that became restless at night. But he was in a foreign country with a job to do. Therapy would have to wait.

Freydis had taken on corpse paint duty and stood above Faust as he sat on the tour bus couch, face tilted up, her chest in the way. Her tongue poked out as she blotted the black, blue, and grey paint under Faust's eyes.

"I can't wait to head home after tonight, eh, Frost?" Freydis said.

"I'd rather be touring. Nothing to go home to. At least you have a family."

"And you don't?"

"Not really. Nobody I care to see."

"Damn, Frost. Are you always this gloomy? Or has tour really beaten you down that much?"

"I'm fine." He dismissed. "And when are you gonna stop calling me 'Frost?'"

"That's you, though. You're just Frost, okay? Get over it," said Freydis. "One more spot, and I think we're done. Hopefully, you don't sweat it off during the first song."

The singer put down the brush and squeezed Faust's shoulder, jostling him. "There. Looking gnarly, dude. Oh, and don't forget, there's gonna be an after-party at the place where Astral is staying. We're invited. So, you should definitely come. Last show. We gotta go out."

"We'll see," Faust said.

"You owe me."

"Okay, okay."

"Promise you'll come?"

"No."

"Faust! Please?"

"Fine, if it means that much to you."

"Okay, and don't just stand outside smoking either."

Faust grimaced. "You don't want me to have any fun."

For the sake of appearances, Faust went along for the ride after Grey Tomb's last show to meet up with some of the tour crew and members from the headlining bands. These were the kind of people to shake hands and connect with, but Faust took one look around the penthouse apartment and regretted coming. The people there having fun were too bright for him, and the only way to dim the light was to drink so much he could barely see.

Drinking heavily was a double-edged sword for Faust. On the one hand, he could bear to socialize and even cracked jokes with the people he'd been sharing a bus with for the last two months, but on the other, he was sick.

To erase the year of his life he had spent with Faith, Faust resorted to old behaviors and, much later, found himself in a room with Freydis on his lap. She had been dropping hints all tour, but Faust knew better than to tangle up a good thing. Now that he was shipping back home soon, and Freydis was staying in Denmark, there was no reason to avoid fucking her.

"Holy shit, Frost... Are you sure that condom's gonna fit?"

Faust ignored the comment and stretched the latex ring over his cock, pulling it down as far as it would go. He might have been wasted, but he wouldn't stick it in unprotected with a woman he barely knew.

"Damn, you're a big boy," Freydis said as she climbed over his thighs and lowered herself. Once the sex started, she gripped the back of his neck and pressed her forehead to his. Faust backed away, letting her ride him while he closed his eyes and bit his lip. All the momentum he had gathered while making out with Freydis slowly disappeared. He felt his hard-on deflating inside of her despite her rigorous bucking.

"Fuck," he grunted and grabbed her tits for a rush that never came.

Freydis giggled. "Are you really that drunk you can't get it up for me, Frosty?"

"Condom's slipping."

"You should just take it off. It's okay; I'm on the pill."

"I'll get there again. Just keep...ugh, keep going."

Faust scoffed at himself. Freydis wasn't stupid, and the limp cock inside of her worsened with the condom. She stopped and signed.

"Sorry... I can't do this. I'm fucking plastered."

It was only half a lie, and when Freydis made a case to keep trying, Faust lifted her off his lap, snapped off the condom, and staggered to the door while pulling his jeans over his ass. He turned around, black hair swinging in his face.

"Sorry, I guess. Hope we're all good," Faust muttered before he left.

Freydis sat on the bed, astounded at the limp condom he'd dropped next to the waste basket.

The journey home was torture and nausea. Faust had spent an hour puking in the airport bathroom and once again into a bag on the plane they had almost missed. His acidic insides emptied, Faust fell into a fitful sleep, interrupted every so often by flight attendants who quickly learned not to bother the man with the long black hair.

On home soil, he threw his bags into a taxi and was carted home, where he fell into bed for hours with an excruciating headache. He couldn't remember a time when he felt worse and told himself he was never going on tour with alcoholic Danish metalheads ever again.

~*~

Despite his long absence, Faith never changed her habits. This made locating her easier than he liked. Faust had hoped to walk by the café where she used to study over a latte and a bagel, only to never find her there. He had hoped her family had moved away, taking his ex-girlfriend too far to contact. But just like everything else in the city, it had all stayed the same. Faith still did the same things she always did: school, working part-time at the bookstore in the mall, and sitting down in front of the window at the café where they had gone countless times for snacks and coffee.

Faith was there now, across the street at the café, sitting outside on the small wrought iron table underneath an umbrella. She wore a light pink sundress with thin shoulder straps and her hair in two braids. Faust wanted to go over and sit down in front of her just to see her big eyes get wider or if she would fidget and stammer, blindsided by his sudden appearance. The sight of her, unaware he was across the street buying cigarettes at the corner store, soured his stomach.

Faust spent a minute preparing for what to say when he approached Faith, but his courage disappeared when a man took the seat across from her and reached out to hold her hand. It wasn't the Esders kid like he had feared. It was worse. He wore a black denim jacket, had long hair, and a face Faust automatically hated.

It was him. Faith was dating a knockoff version of himself.

Faust recognized the guy from around parties and shows. His name was Hunter. He was the kind of guy who bought unlicensed band patches online—the mark of a poser, in Faust's opinion. While the guy rubbed her wrist, Faust thought of one hundred ways to shatter his fingers. How dare he touch her like that, make her smile as he once had, and scoot closer to touch her inner thigh under the table. Faust grinned when she snapped her legs shut, and he snatched his hand away with what Faust assumed was an apology. Good. So she wasn't letting him get too handsy with her yet. Not like when they were together, and she would let him drag her away to any solitary place, so he could touch her between her legs and watch her melt.

But Hunter was not him, and Faith probably hadn't changed. If her libido was the same since they'd met, the chances were high she had already fucked him, and the thought of Hunter having sex with her blistered the inside of his chest. He wanted to grab him by his greasy hair and smash his face into the table so many times he became unrecognizable. The anger itched his palms, his back sweating.

Before Faust acted on his violent thoughts, he turned away and started home, swearing he would never seek Faith out again, though his heart seared from the pain of making himself such a promise.

It wasn't long before Faust saw her again in much closer proximity. One month after he had promised never to think about Faith again—a delusionally optimistic notion—she showed up at a party with Hunter and his buddies, who took various band formations between them. Faust had been in a crust punk band with one of them, failing to play lead guitar. It was a short-lived project, but he still recognized the group. He pretended not to notice Faith, hoping his nonchalance would strike her when she looked up from her phone and realized she had once again stepped into his realm, where she was the outcast, and everyone revered him. She likely heard some news about his tour with Grey Tomb since everyone else was asking him questions about the size of the gigs he had played overseas. In a small house full of a dozen musicians, their girlfriends, and buddies, Faust was the most successful one there, earning him instant popularity. On a regular day, Faust would shun the attention, but now, he craved to wield it; to show her what he had become in the year they'd been apart.

Faith whispered to her new boyfriend and never looked too long at Faust for the first hour. Faust turned it into a game. He looked at her until her eyes ping-ponged from him to a random object in the room, catching her each time she glanced in his direction. It was fun to watch her squirm and fidget. He knew what she was thinking: that being around him as though they were strangers was too heavy for her to act normal.

Two hours in, after Faust had left the room to keep her mind racing, he saw Faith whispering to her new boyfriend in the kitchen between chugs of beer. She was compensating now. Faith hated beer. He flashed the barest smirk as he passed by, never lifting his eyes but knowing her in his peripheral. Yet despite all these things he knew about her, there was a second or third voice in his head trying to calculate what exactly she could be thinking. Did she hate him? Was her night ruined? Was his presence shaking her to her core, or was she succeeding at brushing it off? She couldn't have changed that much in a year, and if she was the same girl he had fallen in love with, her inner dialogue was screaming. And as much as he wanted to catch a hint of their conversation, the music was too loud, and Faust longed to continue ignoring her.

After three hours, Faust was drunk, and the people talking in his ear made him cringe. He had gone around and around on a carousel of shifting emotions. At first, it was easy not to care, but then he saw her staring at him and wanted to stare back. As the drinks poured and it was clear nobody would address the awkward situation between them, Hunter put his arm around her, an innocent move that Faust regarded as a personal slight. How fucking dare he touch his Faith.

No, he told himself. Let her go. She's better off without you.

Then, a hand was on her thigh. Her skirts that once drove him wild now looked whorish. Did she want every man in the room looking at her? And again, Faust screamed internally at himself to leave her be.

But he couldn't, and deep down, they both knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

It happened when Faust, who considered his near-constant observation of them subtle, saw Hunter pull her face forward for a kiss. His heart leaped, and with it, his body instantly at attention, the half-drunk beer bottle now brown shards on the floor. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Hunter barely noticed over the music, but Faith had. She flinched as Faust approached like a train and snatched Hunter up by his jacket lapels.

"Who the fuck do you think you are kissing her in front of me?"

"Stop it right now, Faust. Don't be an idiot!" Faith yelled, butting her palm into his leather-clad shoulder. It only angered him further.

"Woah, man! What the fuck is your problem? You've been broken up forever," said Hunter, clutching at the fist pressing into his neck.

"Faust, dude, don't. Just relax."

Faith hammered Faust's shoulder again. "Let go of him, you prick! We're over!"

Faust immediately dropped Hunter and turned to her, angling down to meet her glower.

"What, I leave for one tour, and now you're with discount me? That's sad, Faith—"

One hard punch to the jaw sent Faust staggering backward, disoriented. Once he blinked away the lights in his eyes, Faith knew there was only one second to get between Faust and Hunter to prevent blood from spilling. Faust's friends had the same idea and held the drummer back, crowding between them to stop a fight.

Faust pointed at Hunter as he was carried away and said, "You better run. You better never let me see you again, or you're fucking dead. Run, motherfucker!"

Outside, Faust screamed. He howled on the sidewalk for Hunter to come out while lights from neighboring houses flicked on. His friends begged him to be quiet, but Faust was undone by his anger and echoing in every direction, ignoring those yelling at him to shut up. He attempted to break the barrier his friends made and hopped up excitedly when the door opened, hoping it was the man whose face he was about to demolish.

Faith stepped out alone, and Faust went quiet. She marched down the walkway, and they parted to allow her access to her flailing ex-boyfriend. She grabbed his arm, sank her nails into the leather, and yanked him away from the house. His friends stood by, muttering and confused. The two of them did not turn back.

~*~

"Sit down. We have to have a serious discussion, Faust. I mean it. Sit down on the bench and listen," said Faith. "You cannot act that way just because I moved on. It's not fair to me! I want to be happy, and you have no right to try ruining that."

Faust paced the length of the bench. "You're not fucking happy."

"Yes, I am!"

"No, you're not. You're pretending. You're a fucking fake. You don't hang around these kinds of people. You came tonight just to piss me off."

"I came here because Hunter and I were invited. I had no idea you'd be here. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have come."

"Fuck off, Faith."

"No, you fuck off! What're you gonna do, Faust? Kill him?"

Faust smothered her mouth with his hand and backed her under the tree's shadow away from the lamplight.

"Don't even fucking—don't say that."

Faith pushed him away. "I'm seriously asking. I have no idea what you might do, but I know what you're capable of, and it scares me. You have to promise me you won't hurt Hunter."

"No promise."

"If you can't let me be, I might have to do something drastic."

Faust scoffed. "Oh, yeah? Like what?"

"Like... File a restraining order," Faith said.

Her eyebrows pressed together, and though encased in shadow, Faust could not believe he was seeing her face again. He took a step closer, and she drew up against the tree.

"I can't have you around. If I see him touching you, I will lose my fucking mind, don't you understand? I love you, Faith. I'm afraid of myself when you're not with me."

"That's not my problem."

Faust had barely chipped at her. She crossed her arms, glare unrelenting. No matter how hard he drilled, Faith wouldn't soften for him.

"So that's it then? You're over me?" He asked.

Faith held up her hand and flashed a plain gold ring. "See this? He gave it to me. It's a promise ring."

"A promise to what? Marry you? You're gonna marry him, is that it?"

"Maybe!"

"That cheap little piece of shit ring means nothing, and you know it."

"It has meaning because I give it meaning."

"Okay then, let me ask you something, and be honest," Faust bent at the knees to match her level. "Do you still have the collar I gave you?"

Faith grimaced.

"Tell me the truth. Do you have it? Because that collar means you already belong to someone."

"No, it doesn't! I broke up with you!"

"You haven't gotten rid of it."

"What does it matter?"

"Faith, please," Faust whimpered. "Please, just... I'll never stop. I can't. I've fucking tried."

"Never stop what?"

"Being in love with you."

She dropped her fists to her sides, looking down at her shoes. Faust thought she looked ready to blow up, but instead, she sniffled and began to cry.

Faust cradled her jaw like thin glass balancing in his palms. To his relief, Faith didn't flinch away.

"Tell me you still love me." He whispered. "I know you do, baby."

She whimpered his name and fell into his embrace, sobs quaking through her shoulders. Faust propped her up in his arms and set her back on her feet. Despite her anguish, he fought a smile from spreading across his face. Soon, Faith's blubbering petered into chuckles, and she wiped her wet eyes.

"You really still love me, Faust?"

"Yes, baby! Fucking of course I do."

"Did you come back here because of me?"

"You're the only thing keeping me in this place."

"I... I really missed you, beetle."

Faust clamped her to his chest, stroking her soft hair, her warmth so familiar yet unearned. His eyes clouded as he looked down at the woman crying into his chest, stuck like a burr on his clothes. Her tears seeped through the fabric, and he loved it. The wet spots made his breath falter. A vast calmness silenced the screams in the back of his head, which reminded him of all the terrible he had done. With Faith by his side once more, he was determined to bury their voices and live as though his secrets were only false memories.

~*~

Faith and Faust had made a getaway from the party and went to Faust's basement apartment in a small complex. The place was new and smelled of fresh paint, and when Faith walked in and saw a mostly empty area, the juxtaposition made her head spin and her heart pound. There he was after all this time, a foot of space between his head and the ceiling, his black leather jacket on in front of white, unmarred walls. It was wrong, but watching him shedding his jacket and revealing how thick his arms looked from touring made it seem like they hadn't been apart more than a couple of weeks. It was natural, and she went to him, prepared to deal with the consequences of ditching her current boyfriend for this reunion of two warring energies who thrived only on each other.

He kissed her softly at first, pulled back to assess her expression, and went back in harder when met with a drowsy half-smile. His hand went up her skirt, tracing his fingertips over her panties until her knees shook.

Faith pulled away and said, "I wanna fuck you." Faust needed no convincing. He sat on the bed, dragged her onto his lap, facing away from him, and pulled off her top and bra. Before taking her breasts in his hands, he peeled off his Grey Tomb shirt and cupped them enthusiastically.

"Fuck, baby. Just... Fuck. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," she said, craning her neck to catch his lips again.

She ground in circles on his lap until he was hard and moaning, her addiction to the sound of his voice afresh. Exhilarated by the thought of having sex with her first love again, Faith scrambled under the covers and waited, her smile slowly fading as Faust pulled a strip of three gold-foiled condoms from his wallet. She frowned as though he had revealed something nauseating.

"What the fuck is that look for?" Faust scoffed, tearing open the foil square.

"I... what is that? I don't want that...I want to feel you."

"That's too bad," he said.

Faith scoffed back at him. "I don't have any diseases."

"We've been away from each other for over a year. I don't know what you've done. If I'm fucking you, we're using a rubber."

"But—"

"Besides... You don't know where my cock's been either."

It was a bizarre sight watching him unravel the wet latex circle over his thick cock inch by inch. Faith had never heard of him using condoms before and hadn't used one with him even the first time.

Faust laid down and urged her to climb over him, and though she looked upset, she still swung her leg over his hips and stared down at the latex straining around his shaft.

"You fucked other girls?" She asked.

Faust grasped her thigh and pulled until she shimmied closer to his groin.

"Sit on it," Faust ignored her question. "Come on, baby. Ride it."

"Do we have to? I really wanted to feel you. All of you. Like how we used to fuck."

Faust rolled his eyes. "Don't be a brat, Faith. Or else."

"Or else what?"

"I'll put on two," Faust chuckled.

She swatted him, giggling. "Fine, if this is the only way you'll let me fuck you, I guess that'll have to do."

"That's right, get on it, baby. Easy, easy... Oh... Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck! Fuck, yes, beautiful. Never been so hard in my goddamn life. Fuck me, baby girl. That's it. Nice 'n slow. Good girl."

"Mmph. I forgot how big you are!"

"No, you fuckin' didn't. You remembered damn well how big my cock is. How I split this little pussy open."

Faith rocked herself back and forth with help from his hands on her hips. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Faith stared down at the man, lost in his pleasure, his mouth changing shapes every time she moved. He was right; Faith hadn't forgotten for a second what sex with him was like, or how beautiful he looked with his head thrown back in ecstasy, or the filthy things he said the moment he was inside. Faust knew it too.

"Did you think about me when you fucked him?" Faust asked, catching her in an awkward spot. Faith didn't expect him to bring up Hunter so soon, and certainly not during sex.

"I... I, um—"

"You can tell me the truth. Did he have a bigger cock than me?"

"N-no! I don't think anyone could. The condom is about to snap because of it. So, you might as well take it off and fuck me raw."

Faust flipped her over and drove himself inside her a few times, slow but hard. She squealed with each thrust.

"Condom stays on."

Faith had more tricks to try on him. "Then how are you supposed to cum inside of me?"

"Did you let him cum inside of you?"

"Faust!"

"I'm serious," he said, leaning down to talk against her cheek while ramming her pelvis and making her quiver. "Did he blow loads inside this pretty pussy? Did he make you shake and cry and cum all over his cock?"

"No, Faust," she whimpered. "I wouldn't let him."

"That's right. 'Cause it's still my pussy. He had his fun with you, but you're back where you belong now... All around my dick. Getting. Fucking. Stretched. Open."

"Make it hurt, baby."

Faust slammed his hips forward several times until she cried out, then eased back to a normal pace.

"You're mine. Fuck, you feel amazing. Pussy's so fucking tight around me. Shit, baby, I'm not gonna last."

Just as Faust approached a groaning orgasm, Faith's phone started ringing in her purse. She looked at the bag, then back at him.

"Is that him calling? Wondering where you are? He has no idea you're with me, does he?"

Faith chewed her lip and couldn't answer.

"I fucking knew it," he said proudly. "Go ahead. Answer the phone."

"What!? No! Faust, that's so mean."

"You're already cheating on him. Just answer the phone and pretend everything's normal."

"I can't."

"I'll take the condom off if you answer the phone while you fuck me. You can have this cock raw if you really want. Make me cum deep inside this perfect little pussy.

"Really?"

"Yes, babe. Go get the phone."

Faust let her up and dropped onto his back while she fished her phone out of her purse. She looked at the screen and scoffed.

"It's just a telemarketer."

"Aw, that's too bad."

"Can we still lose the condom?"

"No. I'm still wearing it."

"That's not fair! I was going to! That should count for something."

Faust stared at her perky nipples, soft curves, and sad face. He smirked something evil.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Call him. Call him and break up with him while you fuck me."

"No! That's so mean! I can't do that."

"Oh, but you can cheat on him perfectly fine?"

"You're not being fair."

Faust nodded at her, then at his groin. "Nothing's fair. Call him. But first, get your hand around my cock."

Just the sight of her fingers trying to fit around his condom-clad shaft made him seethe, and when she put the phone to her ear while slowly jerking him, his chest unfroze after months of being without her. He tried not to moan while she whispered to her fake boyfriend that she couldn't see him anymore. It just wouldn't work with Faust around. The motion of her left hand faltered as the guy's heart broke, and Faust eclipsed her and squeezed, encouraging her to yank off the condom in mid-sentence. Hunter asked, "So, what? Are you with him right now?" And Faust twitched from the blood surge, eyes rolling to the back of his sick head.

Faust got brave and started whispering, Faith scowling and mouthing at him to shut up.

"Yeah, stroke it, baby girl. No more condom. It's all fucking yours."

Faith held the phone away from her face and hissed at him to keep quiet again, wearing a bare hint of a smirk. His sick little girl. His corrupted angel. There she was, begging to come back to him.

He gripped her jaw and wrenched her forward, smothering her mouth and keeping her from answering Hunter's pleas.

"You're mine. Tell him," Faust whispered, licking her lips open to dip his thumb inside her mouth. Faith hummed remorsefully but sucked his thumb all the same, eyes going shiny as she stared into his beautiful green eyes. Whether she liked it or not, she had dreamed of this reunion. In sleep, she always found him with those murderous eyes staring at her like his next meal.

"Get on me."

Faith tossed her phone aside, thumb slipping and maybe not ending the call with Hunter. There was a pinch of guilt in her heart, and then it was gone. It was only him, the love of her life. She climbed over his lap, and his legs stirred beneath her, parting and spreading her thighs ever wider. Faust sank back into the pillows, squeezed her hips, and eased her onto his cock the only way he wanted. With a deep groan, he pulled her forward, rocked her back, and did it repeatedly until she caught the rhythm. Steady and slow.

"I fucking missed you, baby," Faust said.

Faith clung to him and rode desperately, breathing in his hair, kissing his lips, and hanging onto his broad shoulders for leverage. Their breath synced until Faust jutted his hips and struck a gasp from her.

"M-missed you too, beetle. God, I missed your cock."

Faust chuckled, dark and mischievous. "Oh, yeah? S'that all you missed about me, huh? You missed getting fucked hard?"

"I just missed you."

"Oh, I'm absolutely positive your pussy missed me."

Faith covered her mouth, but Faust grabbed her wrist and held it behind her back, bending his knees and bucking his hips upward at a frantic pace he could only sustain for short bursts. It was worth the effort to hear her groaning.

"Don't get all shy. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"I don't know what to say."

"Tell me how you'd close your eyes when he fucked you and pretend it was me."

The scenario was pure fact. Faith had pictured Faust in Hunter's place nearly every day. But the shame overcame her, and she buried her face in his neck and muttered, "Don't make me say it, Faust. You know I did."

His arms encircled her, and he set off on a motion that brought him close to the brink of orgasm. Before he touched the edge, he pressed his forehead to hers and commanded her eyes.

"Rub your clit, baby girl. Do it for me. I want you to cum."

"Mm...Okay."

"That's right. Make it feel good and cum on me."

Faith tried to get close, holding her breath and concentrating on her task until Faust took over. He used two fingers to rub her clit, slowly at first, then quicker. He alternated until he found the right pace, and she moaned. With his cock ramming upward, his hand working its dexterity on her, and his other hand gripping and spanking her ass, Faust coaxed an orchestral orgasm from her that ended in gasping heaves and whimpers that tipped him over the edge too. Hearing her desperate mewls while she tightened around him was the only thing that could ever make him cum. No other woman came close. Even with his eyes shut and Faith on his mind, they simply weren't her.

Under a wash of afterglow, Faith lay on top of him and relaxed to the pulse in his chest and neck. The regrets were sure to come, but it didn't matter. Faust and the appetizing danger that came with him were back.

"I'm so bad," Faith said after a few minutes of deep breathing.

"Yeah... You really are. Cheating on your boyfriend and getting fucked raw... Taking all my fucking cum in your pussy. You're a nasty girl."

"Don't make it worse!"

"You made it what you wanted. You're the one who was all like, 'Please fuck my pussy raw, Faust. Ew, I hate condoms. I know you were gone for a year, but I don't care where that cock's been'!"

"You love me. I know you wouldn't do it if you weren't sure."

Faust played with her hair and chuckled.

"You're right."

"For the record... you're still the only man who's ever cum inside me."

"Damn fucking right. Now, it's quiet time. I'm spent."

"No round two?"

He rolled her over onto her side, pulled her close, and kissed her forehead. "In the morning. I need sleep."

"But—"

"Sleep, brat."

"Alright, fine."

"...I love you."

"I love you, too."

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