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Never make a demon red
Can I request some Greed or Kimblee fluff?
oh boy greed 😌
i love him and he deserved better
kimblee freaks me out so i'm just gonna write for greed lmao
you didn't specify anything about the reader so sorry if this is kinda vague
𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
gn reader
warnings: greed being possessive
surprisingly affectionate and very good with affection
like a great kisser, great cuddler, everything
he's had lots of time to practice
he's literally the embodiment of greed and he wants everyone to know that you're his
very into pda like he will literally start making out with you in front of the chimeras
one of his main flaws is that he sees you as a possession but that doesn't mean he treats you that way
you're his favorite possession so of course he treats you like treasure
treasure oohooh that is what you are imsosorry
uses probably every pet name you can think of like
babe, baby, my prince(ss), sugar, angel, doll face, sweet cheeks, all kindsa shit
touching you constantly like an arm around your waist or whatever
he might beat the shit out of anyone who hits on you if they won't back off
he's not exactly jealous because he knows you wouldn't cheat on him or anything he's just pissed that anyone would think of messing with something or someone that belongs to him
doesn't often get mad at you even if you take his shit
he'll just take it back and be like "no that's mine. if you want something, ask and i'll get it for you"
you're probably the only person he'll get stuff for because he really does care about you
he might not 100% understand that that's what he's feeling because to him it's just "this ones mine" but he really does love you
chaotic stupid sibling energy
i hate this guy
Fresh Meat (Part 1)- Kai Anderson
i’d like to dedicate this to my best friend ash who stayed up until 2 in the morning with me to finish roanoke and watch the first episode of cult
pairing: kai anderson x sweet! innocent! reader
warnings: none really i just thought this scene was funny and i wanted to write a series that continued after it
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I walked out of the supermarket, readjusting the bags on my shoulders so they didn’t dig into my arms.
As I walked towards my car, I heard singing from across the parking lot.
“La cucaracha, la cucuracha,” the male voice crooned in the distance. I thought nothing of it until I heard the sound of a splatter, and then what sounded like dozens of feet shuffling and punches being thrown.
I quickly dropped my groceries next to my car and made my way to where the noises were coming from. I was appalled when I saw a vicious gang beating someone up, and I knew I had to stop it.
“Hey, assholes! Get the hell out of here!” I yelled at them, causing them to look over at me. Well, at least I got them to stop.
They all started advancing towards me, but I stood my ground. As they came closer, I began trembling slightly, but I stayed strong.
“Don’t do anything you might regret. T-there’s cameras in this p-parking lot that capture everything. Do you really want your crimes caught on tape?” I cursed myself as I stuttered.
Surprisingly, they backed off, hopping back in their truck. I sighed in relief, quickly remembering the guy they were beating up, who was still left limp on the pavement.
I ran over to him, falling to my knees to help him. My pantyhose ripped, skinning my knees, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
“O-oh my god, sir, are you okay? I saw them hurting you and I had to stop them.” I said as I rolled him onto his back, brushing his blue hair out of the way and checking his pulse.
“Those guys were pricks.” He groaned, holding a hand to what I’m sure were his aching ribs.
“Yeah, yeah they were.” I smiled. “D-do you need an ambulance or something? I’m sure you broke something.”
The man nodded slightly, keeping his movement to a minimum. I pulled out my phone, calling the hospital and telling them our location.
“Do you need anything before they get here, sir?” I asked politely, wiping the blood from his nose with a tissue.
“You don’t have to keep calling me sir, you know. My name’s Kai. Kai Anderson.” He mumbled.
“Sorry, it’s just a habit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” I held out my hand for Kai to shake out of instinct, and I made a move to retract it. “I’m sorry, that was so stupid, I just-” I stopped talking when he made a move to grab my hand and hold onto it rather than shaking it.
He stayed still, our hands resting above his heart, beating slowly. He smiled, but as it reached his lips, he moaned in pain.
“It’s okay, just relax until the ambulance gets here.” An odd, overwhelming sense of familiarity came over me and my other hand stroked his hair softly. What am I doing? He’s a total stranger, not my boyfriend!
Sooner than later, I heard the blaring sirens, standing up to alert the driver of my presence.
“Can you please tell us what happened, m’am?” The EMT asked me.
“I was taking my bags out to my car, when I heard what sounded like a lot of people, so I went to see what happened. I came across this drug gang beating up this man, but thankfully they backed off when I got here.” I explained. “I stayed with him until you arrived.”
“Can we get the assault victim’s name, m’am?” He asked, nodding.
“Kai Anderson.” I replied, watching them lift him up onto a gurney. They rolled him towards the vehicle, but I swear he locked eyes with me before he passed out.
I stayed to discuss a few things with the EMT, but he soon left, and I was alone in the parking lot once again. I had only just met Kai, but he intrigued me deeply.
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eeeeewwwwwwww i hate writing endings i never know how to end stuff
there’s gonna be at least 3-4 parts of this so stay tuned
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I can’t believe I forgot to reblog this one. I really love this piece. Is the second part a wip? Or released? I can’t wait to see more like this piece.
James March - Headcanon
Request: reader (potential girlfriend of james) getting excited to help him commit murders
pairing: james march x reader
warnings: cursing, mentions of gore
requested by @psychobitchtess
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ok so by now we know that james is a man who gets whatever he wants whenever he wants it
and he wants you
but it’s a rare occasion where he hasn’t done anything about it
so there you sit
single as fuck
alone and bored in the hotel
and obviously you like james too
who wouldn’t honestly
of course you knew about james’ ‘hobby’
and you didn’t do anything about it either
if you were normal, you’d be freaked out that the person you’re closest to killed people
but you’re not normal you’re you
and you actually don’t have a problem with it
you’d be walking around the hotel, with nothing to do
you come across room 64
so you decide to stop in and give jamsie a visit
but when you open the door
there’s quite a scene going on inside
james is there with an apron on
and a mask covering his face
and he’s holding a bloody saw
and you look over to see a woman tied to the bed
well, three of her limbs are and the fourth is sitting in a bucket somewhere
james just looks over at you like “uhhhhh”
“Darling, what are you doing here at such an hour?”
“I wanted to come talk to you, but I see you’re busy.”
“Yes, I-”
“Can I join?”
he’s just
b a f f l e d
that you’d say such a thing
i mean you’re his innocent little baby
how could you be into killing?
not even killing, brutal torturing?
but fuck that
if you were into it
who was he to stop you?
“Absolutely, my dear. Pick your weapon of choice.”
he just rolls out this whole cart of torture devices
and you’re jumping up and down like a kid who just heard an ice cream truck
you pick up a sharp hunting knife
and turn to the woman on the bed
she bites down on the gag in her mouth
whimpering at what you’re about to do to her
and it excites you for whatever reason
and poor James is still so confused why you’re into murdering
but he’s going along with it
because he thinks it’s kinda hot ngl
you bring the knife up into the air and plunge it into her stomach
and you continue to do that
many
many
many
many
more times until you’re satisfied with your work
and covered in blood
and you turn to james
smiling this shit-eating grin
just like ‘are you proud of me?’
and he doesn’t even know how to respond
like ‘my sweet baby just did that?’
“Did I do a good job, James?”
you smile with a toothy grin
holding the knife to your chest with both hands
james just nods wordlessly
“That was wonderful, dearest. I had no idea you had it in you.”
“I learn from the best.”
and you step forward
filled with this confidence that you had no idea where it came from
and lean up to kiss him
and he fucking sees STARS
WHO IS THIS???
WHERE DID SHE COME FROM??
WHAT DID SHE DO WITH Y/N??????
but he kisses you back because that’s all he’s wanted for a long ass time
your stained hands come up to cup his cheeks
as his clean ones make purchase on your waist
and when you finally pull away
the both of you feel like you could pass out from lack of oxygen
but that wouldn’t make much of a difference to james
and he has blood all over his face
literally everywhere
but he couldn’t care less about it
because you just kissed him and he’s ecstatic
you best believe killing someone while he watched turned him the H E L L on
but that’s a story for a different time
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this was fun to write
so you guys know, you can make requests any time by submitting an ask (anon or not) or messaging me your request!
Oh hi, yes James March is my weakness. This is so beautiful
feeling depressed and lonely! If you have time, could you please do some waking up cuddle Headcanons with either Keetlejuice or MusicalBeej? :3c
sure thing anon sorry it took me long to get to this hopefully this made you feel a bit better <3!
Let’s start with: He’s secretly soft fite me
you probably wake up to find his arm slinged around your shoulder pulling you close into his personal space — maybe even goes so far to put your body on top of his so you’re laying on his stomach
Definitely lazily draws random patterns on your skin with his nails while your sleeping and when you wake up
maybe, maybe if he’s really feeling it he might give you a good morning kiss
He ruins the moment though by trying to convince you to have sex with him
Next up is: Snugglebug 2.0
this bitch loves to cuddle and is desperate to be as close to you as possible.
so expect to wake up tangled up in a big koala hug arms wrapped around your middle and his face buried into your neck / hair
he definitely kisses you once you wake up like a lot
also just holds your hand while cuddling cause he touch starved
You two definitely switch cuddling positions during the day cause he’s restless and wanting to be as close as possible to you at all times
You’re not getting anything done that day cuddling with him is your day
starting the new year with drawing precious bug man hell yea
I just thought of a fun one. Beetlejuice has been your friend and blooming romantic interest for a while. You never knew it but Beetlejuice was not the only ghost/demon in your house. You just never knew because he’d always chase them away before they could get to you. One day, when BeetleJ is not around, malicious spirits come out to play. When Beetlejuice does arrive, did he make it on time? Please love 🍍
oooooh this is interesting!
You had always thought your house was quiet. Or at least, as quiet as it could be with a literal demon under your roof. Still, things had seemed relatively calm. Your house was haunted, yes, but when you loved the ghost that possessed your home (and your body), it wasn’t frightening at all.
At least, until your ghost had to leave.
Beetlejuice had asked if you wouldn’t mind him staying with the Deetz’s for a few days. Lydia was having a hard time of it and had requested her ghostly best friend. As loathe as he was to leave you, Lyds was his BFFFF forever, and he couldn’t just ignore her. Of course you had understood the bond between the two of them, and had shooed him out the door with your blessing and some freshly baked treats to lift the teenager’s spirits. Alone in your home, all had been well...until the first creak of disembodied footsteps from the attic had sounded above your head.
Most horror movies make the haunting seem like it takes place over a span of a week, and most tales of real life hauntings account for months of small paranormal experiences. But this was accelerated, your home seemingly infested with malevolent spirits within hours. You do your best to ignore them, wondering at first if this was some kind of trick Beej was playing on you or his weird way of keeping an eye on you. But the overwhelming sense of threat, of danger, soon clued you in that this was not a friendly haunting, that these entities were out to cause you harm. Still, you held out on calling for him, knowing that he needed time with his first and best friend. You were shacked up with a demon, for God’s sake, surely you could handle a few restless spirits?
A day passed. Things got worse. You woke with scratches on your back and legs, and what was clearly some kind of bite mark on your shoulder. There were gouges in the drywall of your bedroom, like the scrape of gruesome claws. The furniture in your living room was upended, tossed around like a hurricane had hit, though not a single item was out of place in any other room of your house. Every lightbulb burst as soon as you flicked it on, and none of the replacements worked when you tried to screw them in. Still, you were resolute. What would Beej say if he knew you couldn’t handle yourself around these lower specters?
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” you said to no one in particular, and you convinced yourself that the evil chuckle you heard from somewhere in the corner of the room was just your imagination.
That night, as the sun set and darkness crept over your house, you tried to stave off the impending sense of dread laying over you like a stifling wet blanket, cold and smothering. Sleep wouldn’t come easy, but eventually, you did start to drift off, only to have the covers yanked from your body. You yelped a bit in surprise, but rolled your eyes. “Seriously? I had worse in college. Step up your game.”
A cold hand, invisible despite its solid, crushing grip, circled your ankle and brought you crashing to the floor, an evil hissing cackle filling the air. Shapes that seemed to flit away when you turned to look at them danced at the edges of your vision, hulking and dark and sinister.
“No one to keep us from you now,” something spat in choked, coughing sybyllants, seeming to come from nowhere. “Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run…”
Finally, you had had enough. Three times you said his name, cowering against your dresser as the thing mocked and cackled, cold touches like brushes of spider silk whispering against your cheeks and neck. Then, pain, as fresh, weeping scratches were etched into your arm. Something roared, egged on by the bright, oozing blood, and you screamed and ducked behind your arms…
And then the room was silent. Empty. Except for him. Beetlejuice crouched over you, gathering you into his arms, his hair an astonishing clash of red and yellow and white. “Babydoll, oh shit, baby, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone. Oh Christ, your arm!”
The blood dripped to the crook of your elbow, and you finally collapsed against him, shaking all over, nearly sobbing in relief. “What...what the fuck was that…?”
“Poltergeists,” he said simply. “They moved in not long after I did, and they really don’t like you. I figured they might give you a hard time if I left but I never thought they’d actually hurt you...fuck, sweets, I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” you murmured, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I’m okay. This is literally the worst of it, and they’re not deep.” You hissed through your teeth. “Sting like sons of bitches, though.”
“Alright, c’mere,” he rasped, gathering you in his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll deal with Casper and friends. Bet your ass, they’re getting exorcised tonight.”
Could you do something where the reader feels like their being followed at night and ends up running into either mafia or greaser beej, and pretends to be his s/o until the creep leaves? And then beej just becomes super protective of this random little breather who is holding onto him for dear life?
Your heels clicked on the pavement, a quickening snare against the approaching thud of heavy footsteps behind you. When you slowed, so did they, and when you upped your pace, they followed. Someone up to no good was tailing you, and cold fear slipped like ice through your veins.
Making a split decision, you turned quickly down an alley, and were met with a stranger in an expensive pinstriped suit. He held a cigar in his hand, crimson tie knotted at his neck. He looked like someone with money and power, someone who could offer protection, and in desperation, you darted to him and grabbed the lapels of his suit.
“Kiss me.”
He chuckled, though he seemed shocked. “I’d like to buy you a drink first, doll-”
The heavy footsteps were drawing nearer and there was no time left for pleasantries. You surged up and slotted your lips against his, winding your arms around his neck. He was still at first, but his arms closed around you a beat later, returning your kiss with a groan. His lips tasted like smoke and good scotch, and you melted a little, a trickle of heat chasing away the ice in your blood. Just to play a little, your teeth scraped his lower lip, and he growled, hands sinking into you as he pressed you up against the rough brick, dragging your body close.
“Hey!”
From the mouth of the alley came an abrupt voice, cutting like a knife through the haze his kiss had left you in. With an annoyed huff, your rescuer lifted his head, narrowing his eyes at the creep who had been following you. “You got a problem, bud? Me and my skirt are having a moment here.”
“Well, wrap it up. This dame and I have business to discuss.”
He turned back to you, looking a bit concerned now. “You know this fella, dollface?”
Still clinging to him, you shrank closer, as if wishing to disappear. “Never seen him before. He’s been following me for five blocks.”
Nodding, he tucked you under his arm. “Alright, chump, time for you to amscray.”
“Not without the girl.”
“Your ear painted on, pally?” He grinned, the expression made sinister by the slice of moonlight that fell across his face. He raised a hand, snapped his fingers, and six men that looked like they could be his twins stepped out of the shadows, advancing on the unlucky individual. “Do you know whose turf you just stumbled onto? Now if you like your kneecaps where they are, then get lost.”
Something seemed to click, his eyes widening, and he all but sprinted into the night. Chuckling your savior looked down at you, still under his arm. “You alright, skirt? Did hurt you, did he?”
“No,” you said quickly, beginning to shake as you realized how close you’d come to disaster, and how lucky you were that you had found a friendly stranger to help you. “Thank you.”
“You kiddin’? After that kiss, I should be thanking you.” He grinned, pulling you closer. “You’re shaking like a leaf, doll. Why don’t you come inside with me, we’ll get you something to drink that’ll have you steady again.”
You agreed, and he steered you into a door hidden in the alley wall; a speakeasy. He should have just sent you on your way, but there was something about you, something about the taste of your lips and the way you clung to him. He was intrigued by you, and he intended to find out more.
Beautifully written piece! 🖤💚🖤💚
Inktober Day 23: Demonic
Spooky boi!!! I love making demon characters look more demonic. Prompt is from @coffeehedonistic's list.
Beej and reader slow dancing please my soft heart needs this
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- Beetlejuice is helping you with tonight's dinner cleanup. It's a challenge of its own to get him to help with boring tasks around the house but when he gets to do them with some other family member is easier for him. And when he gets to do them with you?? Then it's HELLS YEAH
- You put on your 80s playlist to help you both stay focused on the task at hand and you both sing and dance around while cleaning up the table, careful not to break the dishes but blasting the lyrics in each other's faces as you pass one another.
- After "Jump (For My Love)" and "I'm So Excited", you manage to get the table back to its original state and you're halfway through the washing. Beej is helping you dry everything while you wash because there's not a chance in hell he's coming anywhere near water.
- You pass each plate to him for drying and his hand brushes yours gently in the process, triggering butterflies in the pit of your stomach every time. He doesn't seem to notice it and just keeps swaying along the rythm of whatever song is on. You twist your mouth thinking it's silly of you to expect him to notice.
- You forget yourself, the effect his flirtatious attitude has on you does not change the fact that he does it jokingly, he's like this with everyone, you know this. And yet... The way he looks at you sometimes, or just the sheer trust he shows around you, how these small, soft touches come so easily to him when it comes to you, but he rarely touches anyone else that way, that gives you the tiniest flicker of hope.
- And then a slow song comes on and brings you out of your head. The energy in the room immediately shifts. The first notes to "Saving All My Love for You" escapes your phone and you feel Beej pause the next time your hands touch. You look up at him and he's looking back at you. A shiver runs down your spine and he cocks an eyebrow up playfully.
- Then in the blink of an eye, he places the plate aside and pulls on your hand, spins you around and brings you flush against him. You can't help but giggle at being manhandled like that, especially when he does it with a mischievous smile on his face.
- His eyes light up hearing you giggle, "hey babes, wanna have a dance break with me?" He asks, winking at you. You nod with a smile on your face "but we're finishing the dishes immediately after this song!" you say, he rolls his eyes but nods, "Fiiiine" he says. His smile softens and he starts swaying you both on the spot, while gently taking your left hand in his and placing your right hand on his shoulder, softly removing his free hand to rest it on your waist.
- You keep swaying together and BJ places his forehead on yours as the chorus starts. You have the biggest urge to just sing the lyrics to him, but settle for moving your hand to the back of his neck, slowly stroking his soft hair, now turning a lovely shade of peach. It feels like an eternity of you slow dancing around the kitchen island before his gaze drops to your lips. Your heart skips a beat.
- He spins you again unexpectedly and then dips you low in his arms. You laugh and bat at his chest. "Sto-hop" you tell him, a little breathless with your giggles. "What, what am I doing wrong?!" He asks with the biggest smile on his face, chuckling and dipping you just a bit further. You look up at him in awe. Fuck, if he only knew. There's a soft lock of hair falling to his forehead and you reach to gently put it back in place, your gaze moving to his lips without your say in it. Maybe if you just told him about the-
- "Guys" Lyds says, entering the kitchen and going straight for the cupboard to fetch snacks, without batting an eye "we're watching a movie in the living room in case you ever finish gazing into each other's eyes"
- You're sure the bridge of your nose has never been a deeper shade of red. Beej snorts and pulls you upright, making sure you're steady before he lets you go. "Um, yeah, a movie sounds fun" you say as BJ fixes his tie clearly with the sole purpose of seeing you get even more flustered.
- Lyds leaves with a "mmhm" a bag of chips and a can of soda. The last notes of the song go with her and you two resume your task as "Love Really Hurts Without You" comes on. Beej mock drops two plates and you splash him for scaring you. You both laugh and dance through the rest of your task. By the end of the song you're all done.
- And just then, "I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues" comes on as you put the cleaning supplies back in place. "Do you wanna go watch that movie now, babes?" BJ asks. "Actually," you say looking up in a sudden burst of courage "wanna dance?" you offer, extending your hand to him.
- He smiles a small thing and takes your hand as Elton John starts singing. You almost sigh in relief at the feeling of his hand back in yours. He pulls on your hand softly until you meet him in the middle. "This is nice" he says, his voice raspy like he's shy to admit it. You smile, "it is" you tell him, interlocking your fingers behind his neck while he holds your waist and sways you to the rythm. The peach of his hair hasn't faded.
- "I've never seen your hair that color before" you tease him. "Shut up" he answers, chuckling, taking one of your hands and spinning you around. You laugh and rest your head on his shoulder when he brings you back to him.
- ~And I guess that's why they call it the blues, time on my hands could be time spend with you~ You sing along and he rests his head on top of yours for a some time while you sway side to side and spin around together.
- ~Wait on me girl~ He tightens his hand around your waist. You can't explain exactly how but you feel his unease, you know he's afraid of something, and you nozzle your face up into his head so he's forced to pull away, half laughing because he knows what you're doing. But you take his hand anyways and tell him "your turn" spinning him around.
- When the chorus rolls back around he's more light hearted and takes both your hands to sway them while he steps side to side and spins himself to make you laugh. You spin each other, sway together, dance around the kitchen island and by the time the last chorus comes around you're both singing along.
- Beej can make his voice sound like actual thunder and it sends you both into a laughing fit. The song is over before you two finish goofing around. You grab your phone, stop the playlist and walk over to him to boop his nose. "Wanna go watch the end of that movie now?", you ask. He grabs your hand and excitedly drags you to the living room.
- The couch is completely full so he sits in mid air and pulls you into his lap, where you watch the second act of the Ghostbusters reboot, warm in his arms and thinking maybe soon you'll tell him how you feel.
Could you do a GreaserBeej with a "watch where you're going"? please?
“Watch where you’re going!”
Beetlejuice’s snarl followed the punk that had knocked into you, nearly shoving you out into the street as he hurried by. You straightened your jacket and went to take his arm again, assuring him that you were fine, when you saw the glint of his switchblade in his hand, knuckles white around the handle.
“Honey, hey, I’m fine. Cross my heart.” Your hands closed around his, easing the grip he had. “Let it go, sugar, I’m not hurt.”
“Don’t matter,” he growled, the tips of his hair a flickering scarlet. “No one touches my baby doll. No one.”
James March - Headcanon
Request: reader (potential girlfriend of james) getting excited to help him commit murders
pairing: james march x reader
warnings: cursing, mentions of gore
requested by @psychobitchtess
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ok so by now we know that james is a man who gets whatever he wants whenever he wants it
and he wants you
but it’s a rare occasion where he hasn’t done anything about it
so there you sit
single as fuck
alone and bored in the hotel
and obviously you like james too
who wouldn’t honestly
of course you knew about james’ ‘hobby’
and you didn’t do anything about it either
if you were normal, you’d be freaked out that the person you’re closest to killed people
but you’re not normal you’re you
and you actually don’t have a problem with it
you’d be walking around the hotel, with nothing to do
you come across room 64
so you decide to stop in and give jamsie a visit
but when you open the door
there’s quite a scene going on inside
james is there with an apron on
and a mask covering his face
and he’s holding a bloody saw
and you look over to see a woman tied to the bed
well, three of her limbs are and the fourth is sitting in a bucket somewhere
james just looks over at you like “uhhhhh”
“Darling, what are you doing here at such an hour?”
“I wanted to come talk to you, but I see you’re busy.”
“Yes, I-”
“Can I join?”
he’s just
b a f f l e d
that you’d say such a thing
i mean you’re his innocent little baby
how could you be into killing?
not even killing, brutal torturing?
but fuck that
if you were into it
who was he to stop you?
“Absolutely, my dear. Pick your weapon of choice.”
he just rolls out this whole cart of torture devices
and you’re jumping up and down like a kid who just heard an ice cream truck
you pick up a sharp hunting knife
and turn to the woman on the bed
she bites down on the gag in her mouth
whimpering at what you’re about to do to her
and it excites you for whatever reason
and poor James is still so confused why you’re into murdering
but he’s going along with it
because he thinks it’s kinda hot ngl
you bring the knife up into the air and plunge it into her stomach
and you continue to do that
many
many
many
many
more times until you’re satisfied with your work
and covered in blood
and you turn to james
smiling this shit-eating grin
just like ‘are you proud of me?’
and he doesn’t even know how to respond
like ‘my sweet baby just did that?’
“Did I do a good job, James?”
you smile with a toothy grin
holding the knife to your chest with both hands
james just nods wordlessly
“That was wonderful, dearest. I had no idea you had it in you.”
“I learn from the best.”
and you step forward
filled with this confidence that you had no idea where it came from
and lean up to kiss him
and he fucking sees STARS
WHO IS THIS???
WHERE DID SHE COME FROM??
WHAT DID SHE DO WITH Y/N??????
but he kisses you back because that’s all he’s wanted for a long ass time
your stained hands come up to cup his cheeks
as his clean ones make purchase on your waist
and when you finally pull away
the both of you feel like you could pass out from lack of oxygen
but that wouldn’t make much of a difference to james
and he has blood all over his face
literally everywhere
but he couldn’t care less about it
because you just kissed him and he’s ecstatic
you best believe killing someone while he watched turned him the H E L L on
but that’s a story for a different time
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this was fun to write
so you guys know, you can make requests any time by submitting an ask (anon or not) or messaging me your request!
wow i finally gained motivation and inspiration to whip up something look at that
sorry its beetlejuice again lmao
Hands down my favorite scene I get fucking weak for red-haired Beej