#devil!kylo

Bobbing headlights illuminated a winding two-lane road, lined by aspen and pine trees. The light from an unusually red waxing full moon sitting high in the night sky glinted off the windshield. Flip hazarded a glance upward out of the window of his truck as he sped too fast around the curves of the mountain road. He had never seen a moon so luminous or so red. A ‘blood moon,’ as the hippies were calling it. 

Not having time to ponder it for longer than the span of his fleeting glance, Flip returned his eyes to the road ahead of him. He was running late. He hated to run fucking late and on the rare occasion he did, it was almost exclusively your fault. He was only appeased by the lingering taste of you on his lips, rolling on his tongue as he chewed on his cigarette. 

Even so, he shouldn’t have let you lure him into running late today. Today was a big day.

Flip had been after these people for months. This cult. Or what the fuck ever they called themselves. He had arrested a few here and there, just the followers he was able to catch committing petty crimes like vandalism. He hadn’t been able to catch anyone in the act of any of the things he wanted to charge them with. The brainwashing. The kidnapping. The murders. So far, he had only found the remnants of their rituals throughout his usually quiet town. Every crime scene was filled with artifacts and symbols the likes of which Flip hadn’t even been able to identify yet, but never any physical evidence apart from the victims themselves. 

Flip didn’t just want to catch the acolytes. He wanted the leader, the man behind the curtain. He had enough experience to know that there was one man behind it all, even though he had no evidence of it. He felt like he was chasing a shadow. He also felt like the spectral bastard was laughing at him from the penumbra, just beyond his grasp. 

Flip was going to end that today. 

After months of work, Flip had finally gotten the jump on them. He had figured out where they were going to be and when, and he had managed to get a warrant. A warrant which was to be served at midnight, not unusual police procedure for a no-knock warrant. 

Finally pulling into the driveway of a secluded sprawling mansion, Flip turned his headlights off. Using the light of the obliging blood moon to drive closer to the residence, Flip was met with a large contingent of officers in squad cars and the SWAT van. All of whom were waiting on Flip to lead the charge. 

Ron greeted Flip as soon as Flip quietly closed the door to his truck after stepping out. Ron held out a bulletproof vest for Flip to turn and slide his large arms through. 

“Most men tell their wives that they’ll take care of their honey-do list when they’re not running late for work,” Ron teased, helping Flip shrug on the vest that was too tight for his huge frame. 

“Most men don’t have a list like I have from a wife like I have,” Flip replied with a smirk. 

“Did she already have your tongue right where she wanted it tonight, so you couldn’t say no?” Ron continued as Flip secured the vest in place. 

“Somethin’ like that.” Flip agreed, winking at his friend before drawing his handgun to perform a final check. 

Gun drawn, Flip patted Ron on the shoulder and gestured for the other officers to prepare to enter the house. 

On the occasion that you watched a cop movie with Flip late at night while lying in bed nestling your head on his chest, it was always at this point that he couldn’t help but protest when the star detective led the men dramatically through the front door. 

No detective with a brain does that. You let the guys who want to be Rambo go in first. Let ‘em bust in that door and exchange gunfire and risk a bullet to the head. Flip would complain to you. Stupid. It just makes the detective look stupid. 

Absolutely stupid, you would always agree, secretly ambivalent because it made the lead character look all the more manly. 

Tonight, however, Flip decided that he would in fact lead the charge. Something about this case felt personal to him in a way he couldn’t consciously articulate. Like a wolf with the scent of blood in his nose, Flip wanted to have the first taste of his prey this time, even if it meant being more reckless than usual. 

Leading the team of officers and SWAT, Flip moved silently up the steps to the front door. A no-knock warrant meant exactly that, that the officers didn’t need to announce their presence before entering. 

Beside Flip, one of the SWAT team stepped forward holding a ram, wasting no time in slamming it into the door and splintering it open. Flip and another officer covered the interior of the mansion, guns aimed at the ready, barrels following their line of sight as they canvassed a large foyer. 

The interior of the house was vacant and dark. At least, what Flip could see immediately. He had reviewed intel of the mansion before tonight and had the floor plan memorized. At the mansion’s center was a cavernous dining room, large enough to serve as a small ballroom. Large enough to conduct the strange occult rituals. 

Ron found his way to Flip’s side as Flip began to advance down a darkened marble hallway, a contingent of SWAT behind him. Another team of officers spread out in the opposite direction. 

On Flip’s right, a door burst open. Instantly, Flip’s gun tracked on the source, as a man and woman rushed through, laughing. The man’s face almost collided with the barrel of Flip’s gun, making him stumble backwards off balance in shock and fear. Arms flailing, he fell back against the woman, both stunned at the numerous guns trained on them. 

“Whoa man, we don’t want any trouble,” the man stuttered, raising his hands. The woman followed suit. They were both dressed in nothing but plain black robes with matching silver pentagram necklaces. 

“Where’s the real party happenin’ tonight?” Flip asked, his voice low. 

“In the dining room. The ritual’s in the dining room. We weren’t doin’ anything, man. Just a little pregame fun.” The man looked back at the frightened woman behind him. 

“Get them the fuck outta here,” Flip commanded a rookie officer, who was only too eager to leave the mansion along with the young couple. 

Taking a deep breath, Flip led his team ahead. The rooms and hallways were completely silent, save for the occasional scuff of a boot or jingle of metal from Flip’s own men. 

As he slowly penetrated deeper into the mansion, toward the area he knew contained the large dining room, he began to hear a low hypnotic chant echoing faintly toward him. His nose was also met with the spicy scent of incense. Both sound and scent grew stronger with each passing step. 

The hallway ended at a large pair of paneled double doors. They were slightly ajar, cracked open just enough for flickering light to peek through the crack. 

Holding up his left fist, Flip signaled his team to stop while he and Ron silently approached the door to peer through the crack into the dining room. 

Flip didn’t know what the hell he was expecting to see, but it damn sure wasn’t the sight that greeted him. 

The room was dimly lit by hundreds of candles, their flickering light casting an eerie glow over the occult proceeding as smoky incense wafted heavily in the air. Twenty-five or so figures in hooded black robes knelt in a circle, chanting in a low rhythmic tone. In their center was a large, ancient looking stone alter, its sides and legs engraved with strange symbols. Sprawled eagle on the table, a stark-naked young woman writhed in pleasure, her whimpers and moans rising above the chanting. At the end of the table by the woman’s feet stood a huge, towering man. He leaned forward over the woman but not yet touching her, his hands planted on either side of her hips. He too wore a black robe of a finer quality than the others. His hood was thrown back, revealing a head of glossy shoulder-length black hair. 

“Police! Hands behind your head,” Flip shouted in his most commanding tone, well-honed in the military, as he burst into the room. 

The man at the table jerked his head toward Flip, still leaning over the woman like a lion over his kill. Flip knew a dangerous man when he saw one and even he had never before seen an expression so dangerous and feral. He swore he heard a low growl coming from the man as his eyes flashed with the same glow contained in the flames of the candles. 

Flip trained his gun right between the man’s fiery eyes and the moment passed as quickly as it had arisen. 

“Hands up,” Flip repeated menacingly, keeping his eyes on the man. 

None of the kneeling cultists moved, even when Flip’s team entered the room behind him, issuing the same command. All the acolytes looked toward their leader, more concerned with him than the contingent of police. 

Slowly, the man straightened to his full impressive height. His eyes locked on Flip’s, seeming wholly unconcerned about the gun aimed at his head. 

“You heard Detective Zimmerman,” the man said in a resonant tone. With a curt gesture of his hand, his followers all stood in unison, raising their hands. 

The woman on the table began crying almost hysterically. Crawling forward, she reached to grab at the leader’s robe. “Master, please-“ 

The woman’s voice cut off mid-sentence as if an invisible hand had been clapped over her mouth. The man spared her a contemptuous glance over his shoulder before returning his attention to Flip. 

Raising his hands to shoulder height, the man took a few steps toward Flip, a smirk playing on his full lips. 

“Against the wall. Hands behind your back,” Flip barked at the man as the other officers flooded the room, securing the suspects. 

Flip grinned at Ron who appeared to be having a hell of a time wrestling the naked woman to the ground without hurting her or getting his own eyes clawed out in the process. Patrice is gonna love hearin’ about that. 

The man walked slowly to the wall, leaning his chest against it and obediently crossing his wrists behind his back as Flip followed him. 

“How do you know my name?” Flip asked. 

“That is the foremost question on your mind is it, Detective?” The man mused smugly. 

“Forget it,” Flip replied tersely. He wasn’t in the mood for more bullshit anyway. “What’s your name, slick?” 

“I have many names,” the man spoke over his shoulder. “Which would you prefer?” 

“Just give me the one that’s on your damn driver’s license,” Flip instructed gruffly, his annoyance rising at the man’s game. 

“I’ve never had a use for a driver’s license,” the man said with a grin. 

“Fine. Have it your way, Casanova,” Flip said, planting his left hand between the man’s shoulder blades, ensuring he was pinned against the wall. He wondered if the bastard was already planning some type of insanity defense. 

The woman whom Ron had finally managed to wrap in a robe, still struggled in his grip, evading his attempts to handcuff her. Hearing the exchange between Flip and the mysterious man, she turned to yell at Flip. 

“Have some respect when you’re in the presence of the Prince of Darkness, you fucking pig!” She spat at Flip as Ron dragged her toward the exit. 

“Prince of Darkness? Is that the line that’s workin’ on the girls these days?” Flip asked the man, huffing a laugh. “Lucifer, huh? Is that Lucy for short?” 

“You think you can arrest the Devil?” The man asked far too calmly and too amused. 

“Well, the Devil’s a new one for me,” Flip paused, pretending to think as he retrieved his handcuffs from his belt. “But I’ve arrested Cupid and Santa before.” 

Flip snapped the cuffs around one of the man’s thick wrists. 

“I’ve even arrested several Jesuses. Everyone at the fuckin’ station loves givin’ me hell over those cases, with me bein’ Jewish and all,” he laughed again as he secured the second cuff. 

Flip turned the man around to face him, patting down the breast and waist of his robe. 

“I’ll give you credit though, none of them had your flair,” Flip teased as he finished his pat down. 

“I shall give you the chance to walk away, Detective,” the man adopted a more solemn tone, looking Flip dead in the eye. “Walk away now. Leave this place and myself alone and no harm shall come to you.” 

“Awfully considerate of you,” Flip laughed outright. 

“Should you follow this course and persist in ruining my enjoyment, the consequences for those actions shall be on your shoulders,” the man warned. 

Definitely goin’ for the insanity defense. 

“C’mon, this can’t be the worst day you’ve ever had. At least you’re not losin’ your fiddle to a hillbilly in Georgia tonight,” Flip joked, surprised when the man flashed him a smile in response. 

“As you wish, Detective,” the man said lightly but in such a way that the hairs on the back of Flip’s neck raised at his words. 

Flip heard Ron cuss behind him. Turning away from his prisoner, he saw the woman had twisted out of Ron’s grasp after apparently landing a knee to his crotch. The woman rushed at Flip, her eyes crazed. 

Taking two long strides toward her, Flip stopped the woman with a vice grip on her shoulders. He spun her effortlessly in his grip, turning her back to his chest and hugging around her arms and torso, subduing her easily. 

“Get it together, rookie!” He boomed at Ron, impervious to the woman struggling violently in his hold, before continuing with a smirk. “I’m dealin’ with the Devil himself over here and you can’t keep this girl under control?” 

“Yeah, yeah, Zimmerman,” Ron glared good-naturedly at Flip as he took custody of the woman back from Flip. 

Flip’s laugh died on his lips when he turned back around. The man was gone. Completely fucking vanished. 

He couldn’t have escaped. He damn sure couldn’t be hiding anywhere. But all that Flip could find where the man had stood were his handcuffs. What was left of them anyway. They were mostly melted away, the remnants of the cuffs and chain melded to the floor, steam rising from them as they cooled. 

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The entirety of the day was spent booking suspects and writing reports. Long into the evening, Flip found himself buried in a mountain of paperwork, trying his best to finish so he could get home to you. Only he and Landers remained at the station, Flip finishing his work and Landers having drawn the short straw of keeping an eye on the phones. 

It was far too late for an ordinary legal visit. 

Yet, when Flip heard a deep muffled voice speaking to Landers, Flip made his way to the front lobby to find Landers going over procedure for a legal visit with what appeared to be a defense attorney. 

No, it wasn’t a fucking lawyer. It was the dark man from the occult bust. He had traded his black robe for an equally black suit. The man now looked impeccably refined. His sharply tailored suit accentuated his impressive physique in the way that only the finest bespoke fashion afforded. Even his shoes were oiled to meticulous perfection. The man’s eyes immediately focused on Flip, his lips twisting upward at the sight of him. 

“Detective Zimmerman.” The man flashed a grin that held more malice than mirth. 

Reaching into his inner breast pocket, he retrieved a business card that he handed to Flip. It was heavyweight parchment style card stock with simple crisp letters. Expensive. Flip read the single printed line. 

Kylo Ren, Esq. 

“A fuckin’ lawyer,” Flip huffed. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” 

Kylo watched him, an amused gleam shining in his unnatural eyes. 

“This smoke and mirrors bullshit isn’t gonna work with me, pal,” Flip told the other man, standing to his full height and squaring his shoulders. “I know you were there. I don’t know how you got away but I know it was you. I fuckin’ cuffed you myself.” 

“Did you?” Kylo asked teasingly, as he raised his wrists to appraise the absence of handcuffs around them. 

“That was a pretty slick trick you pulled back there, but I can assure you that you’re fuckin’ with the wrong guy,” Flip lowered his voice, feeling his temper seethe and boil. 

“I assure you, Detective, I can fuck with whomever I wish,” Kylo told him with another sinister grin. 

“Try it,” Flip challenged, his hands balling into fists, hoping the bastard would lose it and throw a swing his way. Give him a reason to unleash. 

“Perhaps I shall,” Kylo mused calmly. “Until then, and until you have a warrant to detain me, I have other matters to attend.” 

Finished with his discussion, Kylo walked ahead toward the holding cells, pushing his way bodily by Flip. 

Flip turned with a growl, reaching out to grab the equally large man by the shoulder of his fancy ass suit. 

Before Flip’s hand connected, Landers stepped quickly in front of him, between the two larger men. 

“Take it down a notch, Zimmerman,” he said, voice dripping with smarm. “He’s right about legal visits. I’ll take the lawyer down to talk to his clients. No need to be an asshole about it.” 

Snarling under his breath, Flip followed Landers and the dark lawyer down the halls to the holding cells. The blood had all but drained from his knuckles with the tightness of his clenched fists. 

The final stretch of hallway leading to the holding cells was broken up into two segments for security. The first was a room that functioned as a limbo between the relatively unsecured body of the precinct and the cells themselves, a long room between two thick metal doors. 

Anger wafted heavily in the air, thicker than the smoke rising from Flip’s cigarette and huffing from his nose, as he eyed the lawyer. Kylo stood calmly, waiting for Landers to unlock the second door. 

Kylo turned to meet Flip’s piercing glare with his haughty unruffled stare, his lips curling into a smirk upon seeing Flip’s simmering temper. 

Landers led Kylo into a hallway lined with several holding cells. The largest cell usually served as the drunk tank but had been repurposed tonight to accommodate the numerous occultists until they could each be processed individually. Flip followed, lingering a few yards behind and casually leaning against an empty cell on the opposite side of the hallway from the holding cell filled with occultists. 

Near Flip, separated by only a few feet and a few bars, was a serial killer who had been apprehended only days before. The loathsome man took the opportunity to sneer remarks at Flip, whose attention was singularly focused on the lawyer as Landers opened the holding cell to admit him inside. 

“Tell me who you want out first and I’ll take you to a private room,” Landers told him, closing the cell door behind Kylo. 

A collective rush of elation resounded through the cell from the excited mouths of the occultists at the sight of Kylo, many of whom dropped to their knees amid whimpered apologies. 

Flip heard several different voices echo the same sentiment, “I’m sorry we failed you, Master.” Weird fuckin’ people. 

Also watching the display, Landers turned to look at Flip with a sneer, “What do you think is crazier? These nut bags worshipping the Devil? Or them hiring this tight ass as their lawyer?” 

Ignoring Landers as he usually did, his eyes fixed on Kylo, Flip saw the lawyer suck his teeth at Landers’ remark. 

The young woman who Flip had saved from the alter rushed Kylo, arms outstretched. She was halted instantly by Kylo’s huge firm hand shooting out to the center of her chest, fingers curling slightly around her throat as he held her away from him at arm’s length. 

“You have failed,” Kylo said coolly. “You have all failed miserably. I am deeply disappointed.” 

“Hands to yourselves,” Flip barked, louder than necessary. “I’m not hostin’ playtime here.” 

At Flip’s command, Kylo turned his head slowly to look at Flip over his shoulder. When Kylo met Flip’s glare, the lawyer’s eyes were no longer hazel, they glinted ember orange, as if his irises were lit from within by an internal flame. Kylo’s grin dripped with malevolence when his lips curled to expose his teeth. Holding Flip’s gaze, Kylo’s hand snaked up the woman’s neck, tightening around her throat. 

Flip lunged forward to stop the fearsome man. No, he tried to lunge forward. His brain issued the order but his limbs refused to respond. It was as though he was trapped in a nightmare wherein his body disobeyed his every command and his limbs were packed with unresponsive sand instead of rigid muscle. 

Landers must have been similarly affected. He was rooted in place with one hand outstretched to reach toward the cell door. A strained scream forced its way out of Landers’ throat. 

Flip watched, transfixed by horror, as Landers’ exposed skin began to sizzle and boil like bacon in a frying pan. 

As Landers seemed to burn from the inside out, Kylo’s grip on the woman’s throat tightened until she was sputtering and gurgling, clawing and slapping desperately at his face and chest. Kylo, calm and even amused, still watched Flip, as he lifted the woman off the ground with the single hand around her neck. 

Flip tried to yell, to move, to do anything, but he was frozen in place. A darkly humorous thought as the inside of the holding cell grew hotter by the second, fast becoming an oven. 

Landers’ scream devolved into a wet gurgling sigh as his skin began to melt and peel away from his body, sloughing off in fatty rinds. In seconds, what remained of his body crumpled to the floor in a greasy bloody heap of mangled tissue. 

Still struggling in Kylo’s grasp, the woman he held aloft began to smoke. Tendrils of black fumes rose from her body and steam sizzled from her eyes and open mouth. Her death was more merciful than Landers. In seconds, her body was turned completely to black ash. With a rough clench of Kylo’s fist, he crushed the ashen form, a cloud of black dust rising through the air as the ash fell to the floor. 

Flip was so entranced by the macabre display, he didn’t notice the flames that had risen from the floor in the back of the cell until they started to climb the walls. 

The occultists were now begging and crying amid their panicked screams, begging their ‘master’ to show them mercy. 

Flames licked from the walls across the floor, pausing only to attach to a shrieking occultist, quickly encompassing the entirety of the cell. Including Kylo. People screamed and rolled on the floor, trying futilely to stop the burning of their flesh, as the flames consumed them further. 

Standing tall and dark inside the fiery chamber was Kylo Ren. His hands were now clasped in front of him, his head cocking from side to side slowly as he watched the burning butchery surrounding him. 

The fire quickly breached the confines of the cell, spreading down the hallway away from Flip and also snaking maliciously toward him. He could feel the heat stinging his face and his eyes begin to water, still unable to command his body into motion. 

As the bodies finally stopped writhing, a grim silence fell over the room, broken only by the pops and crackles of the fire itself. 

Kylo finally moved from his center most place in the flames, walking casually to the locked cell door. Reaching both his hands to grip the steel bars, he held them for only a moment before they melted away like butter under his touch. The bars melted down to the floor and up to the ceiling, dripping orange molten metal down from the roof. 

The fire had overtaken the end of the holding cell hallway and was now feet away from Flip. Flames crawled toward him along the floor, walls, and ceiling, a tunnel of swirling flames. Worse than the heat of the flames was the choking burn of the smoke that penetrated his lungs, weakening his body from the inside and hazing his thoughts. 

Stepping through the bars, Kylo paused to straighten his tie and dust some molten debris from his shoulder. His features and suit were still pristine in every way, not a single ebony hair out of place. 

Smirk still on his lips, Kylo walked to Flip. Stopping only inches in front of the Detective, Kylo’s eyes scanned his body before returning to bore into Flip’s. Flames nipped at Kylo’s pants as he regarded Flip silently for several long seconds. 

The only thing Flip could physically do was narrow his eyes and bare his teeth, but he hoped the bastard got the message. His last thoughts, however, were not of ripping Kylo’s heart out of his chest. He thought of your shining eyes and bright smile, the sound of your laugh and his name on your lips, the way you feel inside his arms and beneath his body. 

“Interesting,” Kylo mused, looking into Flip’s eyes so intensely that he could have been looking into his very soul. “How very interesting.” 

Kylo grabbed Flip’s shoulder, turning him roughly toward the exit before dropping his hand down between Flip’s shoulder blades to push him forcibly ahead. 

At Kylo’s touch, the spell over Flip’s body was broken. Coughing harshly, he stumbled forward, off balance and dizzy from smoke, toward the exit with Kylo following closely. 

As Kylo walked with a chilled laxity, the flames followed closely behind him, polite enough not to overtake their master. 

Flip reached the door, fumbling with the lock and the heated metal that burned his fingers. While Flip struggled, Kylo paused at the cell of the serial killer, regarding him silently before placing his hand on the bars of his cell to melt them away. 

“Love your work,” Kylo commented, as the killer staggered free. 

Flip wrenched the door open just in time for Kylo to shove him through before the flames overtook the room. The serial killer had a few spare seconds to rush through behind them. Flip made a grab after his fleeing figure but missed, still choking on smoke. 

Kylo grabbed Flip’s upper arm, manhandling his stumbling form through the second room and out into the clearer air of the precinct. 

Calmly, Kylo walked to the nearest phone. His voice was measured when he called to report that an electrical fire had erupted during his legal visit with his clients and that only he and Detective Zimmerman were lucky enough to escape a fiery death. 

“Although a formality at this point, ambulances should best be dispatched,” Kylo finished before hanging up the phone and returning to Flip. 

“What the fuck are you?” Flip snarled, voice gravely and thick, yanking his arm away as Kylo again tried to lead him ahead. 

“You know what I am. Or should I say whom.” Kylo offered an almost imperceptible bow. “Perhaps this conversation would be best continued outside.” 

Flip couldn’t argue with the bastard on that point. Pushing himself forward, he made his way through the precinct and out of the exit with Kylo on his heels. 

Crashing through the precinct doors, Flip stumbled outside like a drunkard into the cool evening. Inhaling deeply, he flooded his lungs with crisp fresh air, only to be racked with a hacking cough that nearly brought him to his knees on his exhale. 

This might take the fun outta smokin’ for a while, he thought darkly. 

Another deep coughing breath abated most of the dizziness that swirled behind Flip’s eyes. His third breath corrected his stumbling clumsiness. 

Finally back in control of his body, Flip rounded on Kylo. The pompous ass stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest, regarding Flip with an amused grin. 

Flip’s right hand was swinging before he even consciously knew it, slamming his iron fist into Kylo’s smirk. A blow Flip knew from much experience could crush bone and easily knock a man unconscious. 

Kylo’s head snapped to the side when Flip’s fist connected with his lips, but his body didn’t move or crumple; his eyes didn’t roll back in his head and his legs didn’t give out. None of the reactions Flip had seen from every other recipient of one of his blows. 

Coolly, pointedly, Kylo returned his head back to face forward, meeting Flip’s eyes. For just a moment, Flip swore he saw a glow in Kylo’s irises like cinders flickering in a shot of whiskey, before Kylo’s features resumed their amused edge. 

Kylo raised a hand, tracing his thumb across his lower lip to wipe away a single drop of blood. His eyes never left Flip’s. 

“How very feeble, Detective,” Kylo said as he rubbed the blood between his thumb and forefinger. 

The wail of fast approaching sirens drew Flip’s attention, looking down the street. Reflexively, his hand moved toward the gun in his shoulder holster at the thought of Kylo killing more people today, even though he knew his gun would make no difference at all. 

“You needn’t worry, Detective,” Kylo said, reading the thought in Flip’s mind. “I have no use of more mayhem. For now.” 

Flip glared at Kylo, his breath heavy and ragged, letting his hand fall back to his side. 

“Although, I hope you have been sufficiently educated as to how I reprimand those who fail me. Those who frustrate my purposes.” Kylo’s voice took on a dangerous edge as he continued, “Much as you yourself have done, Detective. However, I now think that may have been for the best.” 

Flip’s only response was the angry twitch of a muscle under his left eye. 

“Fortunately, there is a way for you to make amends to me,” Kylo continued, unruffled by Flip’s demeanor. 

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Flip’s voice was still as rasping as a graveyard from the smoke and fumes. 

“You should call your lovely wife. Best not to worry her.” The malicious grin on Kylo’s lips as he spoke chilled Flip to his bones, despite the flames from the building. 

“What- how do you know about my fuckin’ wife,” Flip snarled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. 

“I know everything about your luscious wife,” Kylo assured Flip, taking a step closer himself until his chest nearly brushed against Flip’s. “Except, perhaps, why she allowed herself to become yours, Detective. She is by far your superior.” 

Flip’s reply was cut off by the screeching arrival of ambulances and firetrucks. A flurry of frantic activity halted the exchange between the two men. 

Paramedics immediately dragged Flip to the ambulance, forcing him to sit on its bumper while they gave him oxygen and verified that he had no significant injuries. He was also able to get a call into you, telling you a watered-down version of the day’s events and assuring you that he’d be home in one piece. 

Across the parking lot, Kylo gave a statement to an officer. His haughty smirking eyes met Flip’s on occasion, stoking the flame of Flip’s anger. The other officers on scene knew Flip well enough to know they had best hold off on questioning him for a few days. 

Upon finishing with the officer, Kylo strolled to Flip. Hands thrust into his pockets, his demeanor was as relaxed as if he were out for nothing more than an evening stroll. 

“Cigarette?” Kylo asked Flip mockingly, eyeing the oxygen line. 

“What name did you give those cops?” Flip’s voice was even hoarser now that soreness had begun to set into his throat. “Did you tell ‘em who you are or should I?” 

“By all means, tell them who I am.” Kylo smiled at the thought. “You’ll fast be sharing a rubber room with your arrestees, Cupid and Santa.” 

Flip huffed a bitter laugh as he yanked the oxygen off his face, pushing to his feet to walk to his truck. 

“Not so fast, Detective,” Kylo commanded, moving in front of Flip. “We have business to discuss.” 

“I don’t have any fuckin’ business with you. Not until I find a way to kill you, anyway.” Flip moved to shoulder his way past Kylo. Instead, he was stopped solidly when his shoulder collided with the other man, feeling as though he had hit a marble pillar. 

“Best of luck on that score.” Kylo again moved in front of Flip, appraising him. “I respect you, Detective. As much as I have ever respected any of your kind. It’s a rare man who stands up to me without fear. That is the only reason you are still alive. However, your continued existence is contingent upon your usefulness to me.” 

“You can try to kill me now because I’m not helpin’ you with a goddamn thing,” Flip snarled. 

“Think of your wife. Do not make me punish her as well for your transgressions against me.” Kylo’s eyes gleamed at the anger that coursed through Flip at his words. He met Flip’s eyes as he continued, “You intruded upon a most important evening for me, Detective. It is a rare occasion that brings me forth to your squalid little world. However, while I am here, I do enjoy indulging in the pleasures of the flesh myself. You ruined that for me. It is your burden to rectify it.” 

“I’d rather die than help you,” Flip spat angrily. 

“Don’t be boring. Everyone who tells me that dies,” Kylo replied almost jovially. “You may be cavalier with your own life, but what of your wife’s?” 

“Leave my wife outta this. She didn’t do a fuckin’ thing to you.” Flip wished his fucking voice didn’t crack when his words forced their way out of his singed throat. 

“That is precisely what I shall not do,” Kylo paused, watching the color drain from Flip’s complexion. “I shall be enjoying my time here as planned. In the company of your delicious wife. I am offering you the courtesy of participating yourself. A courtesy for which you should be most grateful.” 

Flip opened his mouth to respond, horror mingling with a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach, but Kylo continued over him. 

“Do not worry, Detective, I have no intention of bringing her pain. Only pleasure.” Kylo finished pompously. 

“You want to fuck my wife,” Flip growled deeply. “You’ll never-“ 

“I want more than that,” Kylo’s voice boomed over Flip’s, smiling evilly around his words. “I want your wife to want me.” 

“You motherfucker.” Flip thought his teeth might break apart under the pressure of his grinding jaw, as he glared murderously at the other man. 

“Surely, you want that too, Detective,” Kylo continued smoothly. “You want your woman to enjoy herself. You want her to be pleasured.” 

Despite the bile churning in his gut, Flip could hardly argue with that. 

“For me, it is simple. I have no interest in needless screaming, crying, pleading, and so on from an unwilling participant,” Kylo spoke as if negotiating the terms of a contract. “I get enough of that at work. I’m sure you understand.” 

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that?” Flip gritted maliciously. “Get my wife to agree to this happily?” 

“Figure it out, Detective. The tribulations of mortals do not concern me.” Kylo waived his hand dismissively before continuing with an even wider grin. “However, it shouldn’t be overly difficult. I can be quite charming.” 

“Fuck you,” Flip snarled, wanting to slam his fists through the Devil’s sideways grin and knowing it would be utterly futile. 

“Careful, Detective,” Kylo replied in his honeyed tone, smirking wider now, enjoying this exchange to the point of teasing. “You’re making me hot under the collar.” 

“How about you just fuckin’ kill me and call it a day? I’m the guy who ruined your fun,” Flip said, clenching his fists. “Do your worst. But do it to me.” 

“I have no desire to do my worst to you. Revenge for something so petty would be far too gauche for me.” Kylo smiled, pleased to have a worthy adversary to torment. “Instead, I desire to do my best. To your wife. I fear she would not enjoy herself nearly as much if I were to kill you.” 

“That’s bullshit. You want revenge. Take it out on me.” Flip stood taller, squaring his shoulders. 

“Revenge?” Kylo laughed. “My motives are hardly so base or simple as revenge. I came here to your pathetic little world for a purpose. A purpose upon which you intruded. I shall simply now fulfill that purpose elsewhere. With your exquisite wife.” 

“What fuckin’ purpose?” Flip glowered. 

“One that does not concern you.” Kylo’s cool demeanor never wavered as Flip’s clenched fists began to shake. “I shall enjoy myself. Your wife shall enjoy herself very much indeed. And you? You shall enjoy knowing that you are saving your life and hers.” 

“And if I don’t agree to this bullshit?” Flip’s immense body was shaking with his barely contained rage. 

“That would be most unwise, Detective,” Kylo’s voice dropped but his smirk widened evilly. “You saw for yourself how I treat those who disappoint me. Regardless of your participation in the event, I shall come for your wife. I suppose it is up to you whether she is pleasured or otherwise.” 

Flip paused for a long moment, malice boiling under his skin and knots forming in his stomach. He knew he didn’t have any option but to agree. 

“I’ll see what my wife wants,” Flip growled dangerously. “She’s a hell of a lot more terrifying than you anyway.” 

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For the first time since the first day Flip met you, he dreaded coming home to you and seeing your beautiful smiling face. He wanted the drive to last forever. Hell, maybe you’d be better off if he took a mountain curve too fast and never arrived home at all. Even if you would be, the single way in which he was selfish was in wanting you all to himself. All your touches, all your smiles, all your laughter. All for him. 

Knowing you knew that full well about him, just how possessive he was of you, and that you loved that about him made him drive even slower and made his hands grip the steering wheel until his knuckles blanched. He had no fucking idea how to convince you that he wanted to fuck you with some other asshole. 

When he finally pulled into the driveway of your shared cabin, he was mildly surprised that he hadn’t managed to grind his teeth out of his gums or chew completely through the side of his cheek. Taking a deep breath, he willed his hands to unclench from the wheel as he steeled himself to perform his role for you. 

He didn’t get much time to think. As soon as he closed the truck door behind him, you burst through the front door, rushing him. 

Instead of jumping into his arms, you stopped to run your hands up his arms and across the breadth of his shoulders, as you appraised him for injuries. 

“I’m alright, darlin,’” Flip told you softly, his voice still gravelly from the sting of the smoke. His throat tightened further at the sight of you so concerned on his behalf, but he still managed to give you his best smug grin. “Just another day at the office.” 

“You only told me there was a fire at the station,” you scolded him, bringing your hands to cup his scruffy cheeks. “You didn’t tell me that the entire station burned to the fucking ground! And that everyone trapped inside the holding cells died. Jesus Flip.” 

“So, it was a long fuckin’ day at the office.” Flip dropped his head to press his forehead against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I didn’t want you to worry about me more than you already do. I’ll always come home to you, sugar.” 

“You damn well better,” you told him sternly as you looped your arms around his neck. 

Dipping lower to hook an arm behind your knees, Flip scooped you up into a bridal carry. He pressed his lips to yours as he walked you back inside, his kiss made sloppy with his movement. 

“Dinner first?” You laughed at the scratch of his goatee on your cheek, kicking your legs lightly in the air while he held you. “Or me?” 

“I’m starvin’ for both, gorgeous.” Flip grinned at you, returning you to your feet before landing a smack to your ass. 

“Better make up your mind,” you teased while you retrieved a cold beer for each of you from the fridge, knowing he’d enjoy a few after the day he’s had. 

“There’s somethin’ I want to run by you first,” he told you with an uncharacteristic reluctance. Accepting the beer from you, he took a long swig. 

Taking a relaxed sip of your own, you waited for him to continue, decidedly shocked that he hadn’t already begun tearing your clothes off. 

“Days like today make me think,” Flip started hesitantly, weighing each word. “Make me wonder if I’m missin’ out on anything. More than that though, it makes me wonder if you’re missin’ out on anything by bein’ stuck with me for all these years.” 

“Oh, you do a pretty good job of keeping me on my toes,” you assured him easily. 

“Haven’t you ever gotten bored with me?” Flip asked you. Eyebrows pinched, he looked as though he was almost dreading your answer. “Haven’t you ever wanted to, hell I don’t know, try somethin’ new?” 

“Of course not.” You shook your head, setting your beer down. “What are you talking about.” 

“I thought you might like it if... I thought it might be kinda fun to spice things up in the sheets,” Flip said, chewing his lip and avoiding your eyes, his hand rubbing the back of his neck into an angry shade of red. “I want to have a threesome.” 

“Excuse me?” Your anger rose instantly, your pulse pounding in your ears as your hands flew to your hips. You took an aggressive step toward Flip. “Is this your way of saying you want to fuck some other woman? If you touch another woman, you’ll never touch me again! And I’ll cut off anything that touches her before I leave. You’ll wish you had died in that fire!” 

“No, no, no, that’s not what I’m sayin’ at all,” Flip stammered, raising his hands defensively. “Not with another woman. I never want to touch anyone but you, sugar.” 

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow, still leaning toward him, confrontational.

 “With another man,” Flip gritted. “I want to have a threesome with you and,” he cleared his throat harshly, “another man.” 

“What? Did you inhale toxic fumes in that fire?” You asked incredulously, not entirely kidding. “Did someone hit you in the head with a pipe during your bust?” 

“I’m serious, gorgeous. I want to,” Flip implored, taking a step toward you. 

“How are you serious?” You laughed sarcastically. “You’d kill any man who touched me like that. I’ve seen you break men’s noses and jaws for trying to grab my ass.” 

“Ordinarily, yeah,” Flip agreed, reaching his hands to your shoulders to massage you with his strong grip. “But this is different. I’ll be there. So, it’s like it’s sanctioned.” 

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, your muscles unable to remain tensed under his kneading hands. “Is this some kind of test to hear me say no?” 

“No, I promise that’s not it, sugar,” Flip told you softly, leaning down to place a soothing kiss to your lips. “I want to do somethin’ extra special for you.” 

“You always treat me wonderfully, Flip. You don’t need to do anything that special,” you assured him against his lips. “I don’t want anyone but you.” 

“Maybe I’d like to show off for you,” he told you as he pulled back from your kiss, smirking down at you with his endearing playful smugness. “You’ve been with me for so long, I think you take for granted just how fuckin’ incredible I am. This way, I can show you firsthand that I can make you cum harder than any other swingin’ dick out there.” 

“You’re an idiot. You know that, right?” You asked, smiling as your mood lightened. 

“You’re the one who married me,” he teased, smoothing his warm hands all the way down your arms to take both your hands in his. “C’mon. It’ll be fun, darlin.’” 

“Fun until you get murder charges the morning after,” you replied, not entirely joking. 

“Nah, I’ll be happy from seein’ how good you feel.” He raised both your hands to his lips, kissing them each in succession. 

“Who do you want to do this with?” You asked, hardly believing that you were agreeing to Flip’s proposition. 

“There’s a hotshot defense lawyer who I think you’ll like,” he told you in his cheeriest voice. “He’s big like me. Black hair. Handsome.” 

“Handsome, huh?” You teased, squeezing his hands. 

“He might even be prettier than me, but I’m more dashing.” Flip flashed you his best grin. 

“You’re sure this is what you want?” You asked, watching his eyes for any of his subtle tells you knew so well. 

“I’m sure,” Flip told you firmly, releasing your hands to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his embrace, wrapping his powerful arms around you and holding you close. “I’m sure, sugar.” 

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The snowy peaks of the Colorado mountains were painted scarlet by the glow of the full blood moon, shining in through the windows of Flip’s truck as he drove you into town the following evening. Pressed close against his side, you teased his neck and ear with kisses and nips, fingers laced with his where his hand rested on the skin of your thigh underneath the hem of your dress. 

Excitement thrummed through your body like an electric current as the miles fell away between you and the upscale downtown hotel. Your thighs quivered, your anticipation mounting with every mile that passed. Dampness collected in the lace of your panties, fresh arousal mingling with the cum Flip had fucked into you before leaving your cabin. 

The lawyer with whom Flip had made his arrangement had chosen a unique, although alluring, setting for your rendezvous. A hotel that was a relic from the eighteen-eighties old west, recently restored to its vintage, swanky glory. Even the valet, who nervously slid behind the wheel of your truck under the scrutiny of Flip’s menacing scowl, was dressed in a vintage footman’s uniform. 

Walking through the lobby then down long hallways, Flip’s hand rested heavily on the small of your back, warming you through the thin fabric of your dress. 

Paneled double doors at the end of a hallway marked the entrance to the hotel’s finest suite. 

At the door, Flip spun you roughly to face him, shoving your back against the wall in the same motion. His lips crashed down against yours almost angrily, more needy and wanton than you were expecting from him so early. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he told you huskily against your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes with an unexpected intensity. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, handsome,” you returned with a smile, rubbing your hands across his chest. “If this is already getting to you, Flip, we don’t have to do this.” 

“Yes, we do.” His voice was thick with his resolve. His hand dropped to your waist, pulling you against his side as he moved to the door. 

Flip found the door unlocked, pushing it open to reveal a darkened room lit by the romantic glow of several candles placed on a table, the marble fireplace mantle, and upon two nightstands that sat on either side of the bed. The room was decorated in a Victorian style with tufted furniture and ornate molding. The large bed in the center was even complete with a canopy. 

The dimly lit room appeared vacant. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, a figure slowly materialized before you. A towering black shadow stepping toward you, as if out of the very darkness itself. 

“You are even more exquisite than I was anticipating, Mrs. Zimmerman,” the man you knew to be Kylo Ren spoke in a molasses rich tone, forgoing a proper introduction. His fiery eyes shone with an almost unnatural glimmer in the darkness, eyes so similar to Flip’s that your breath caught in your throat. Similar, but set apart by the feral yellow shine contained in their depths. 

Those citrine eyes raked your body, ravenously caressing your curves, before rising above your figure and drifting to where Flip stood beside you, as a wicked grin bloomed on Kylo’s plush lips. At your waist, Flip’s hand gripped you tighter as he held you closer to his side. 

“Shall we, Detective?” Kylo asked rhetorically, his gaze leveled pointedly at Flip, as he ran a huge hand through his dense shoulder length mane. 

Flip had described him accurately. The beautifully handsome man who stood before you was Flip’s doppelgänger. Alluring in a completely different way, Kylo was smooth in all the ways that Flip was coarse, refined in all the ways that Flip was rugged. Even his polished and tailored jet-black suit was the perfect opposite of Flip’s flannel and jeans. They were two sides of the same delicious coin. 

Flip’s hand was still on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles, as he stood beside you. You could feel an undercurrent of aggression between the two men, almost resonating off of Flip in waves, misplaced for the setting. 

The fleeting thought left your mind when Flip moved behind you. Dropping his head, his hot lips pressed to your jaw below your ear, placing open mouthed kisses there while his goatee scratched lightly against your skin.

Before you, little more than an arm’s length away, Kylo stood still. Hands clasped in front of him, his eyes gleamed in the moonlight that streamed in through the window as he watched you hungrily. He made no movement toward you, seemingly content to watch for the moment. 

Behind you, Flip pulled the zipper slowly down the back of your dress, his mouth lowering to kiss and bite at your shoulder. Once unzipped, he pushed your dress down your body, still kissing you, as he slipped it down to pool at your feet. 

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, sugar,” he whispered into your skin. “I love you so much.” 

Trailing his hands back up your body, he huffed hot against your neck at the feeling of your smooth skin under his calloused palms and the feel of the lace of your crimson lingerie as his hands passed over the delicate material. He gripped you tightly for a moment, thick fingers digging into your hips, lips lingering on your skin, before pushing you gently forward. 

Into Kylo’s arms that opened to welcome you. 

One of Flip’s hands stayed possessively on the small of your back, stroking you softly, as Kylo’s hands reached to your hips. Pulling your body close but not yet touching his, Kylo leaned down to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, hot even, and his tongue was molten when he licked into your mouth. 

A rush of excitement flooded you at the feeling of his deep, searing kiss. Your hands hovered awkwardly, unsure of where to place them, until Kylo took one and placed it on his chest. Holding his own hand over yours, he closed the distance between your bodies without breaking his kiss. 

Behind you, Flip resumed kissing the side of your neck, one hand stroking your back more soothing than arousing, the other caressing your outer thigh. You could feel his cock straining in his jeans where it pressed against your ass and lower back. 

Sandwiched between the two massively large men, it felt as though you had stepped into a furnace, the heat radiating off of their bodies consuming you. 

Kylo’s hand dropped from yours, trailing his fingers down your arm and then down your body to slip inside your panties. His fingers slid smoothly through your slickened folds, sending sparks of pleasure through you with the slightest touch. 

“Such a good girl,” Kylo whispered into your mouth as he pushed two thick fingers into you, curling them deliciously. “So wet already.” 

The feeling of Kylo’s fingers pumping into you had you moaning into his mouth as he kissed you. His lips and tongue moved unhurried and sensually against yours in contrast to the rough snapping of his wrist, driving his fingers into you. Behind you, Flip pressed his chest against your back, his hand now gripping your hip rough enough to dig bruises into your skin with his calloused fingertips. 

Keeping your lips joined, Kylo backed slowly toward the bed. Inside you, his fingers curled against your gspot, his motion beckoning you forward to follow him. 

Walking at your back, Flip unclasped your bra and tossed it aside. He reached one hand to your front, smoothing his rough palm across your nipple and gripping your flesh. 

At the edge of the bed, Kylo pulled away from kissing you to return to his full height and regard Flip over the top of your head. 

“Would you like to make her cum first, Detective? Or shall I?” Kylo raised a challenging eyebrow at Flip, meeting his eyes. “A taste of things to come before the real fun begins.” 

Flip’s only response was an aggressive growl as he spun you to face him, your back now facing Kylo and the bed. Your husband’s whiskey-toned eyes were wilder than you had ever seen them, fueled by lust and angry competition. 

Bending just enough to grab the backs of your thighs, Flip shouldered Kylo roughly aside to lift you off the ground and toss you back onto the bed. A lusting smile graced your lips as you bounced on the mattress. You loved it when Flip manhandled you, using his incredible strength all for your pleasure. 

Not bothering to unbutton his shirt, Flip brusquely tugged it off over his head, making his hair even more disheveled, adding to his savage bearing. Beside him, Kylo slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, casting an amused grin at Flip’s heated display. 

Ignoring Kylo, Flip leaned over your supine figure, bringing his lips to the sensitive skin of your navel as he pulled your panties down your legs. His goatee scratched lightly at your skin as he kissed you, trailing his lips down your belly as he fell to his knees on the floor beside the bed. Still kissing you, Flip lifted both of your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders. Grabbing your hips, he yanked your body toward him, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed. 

Flip wasted no time diving into your pussy, swiping through your folds with his nose and tongue as he licked into you eagerly. The rumble in his chest was one you recognized, a pleasured purr at the taste of you. 

Watching your eyes close in delight, Kylo shrugged his shirt off and walked to the other side of the bed to stand behind your head as you lay perpendicular across the mattress. Planting his palms on either side of your body, Kylo lowered himself to meet your lips again, kissing you upside down with as much passion as Flip gave to your pussy. 

Shivers of pleasure were already running on electric currents through your body from the rush of stimulation from both men. Your right hand flew down to fist into Flip’s hair, encouraging him further. Moaning into Kylo’s mouth, your left hand moved to tease at your nipple. 

Breaking his kiss, Kylo grabbed your hand to pull it away from your breast and bring it to his lips. He placed a wet kiss to your palm before dropping his head again to bring his mouth to your tit, giving your nipple much better attention than your own hand was capable. His perfect alabaster chest hovered above your face and the urge to kiss and lick across the planes of muscle was irresistible. You felt Kylo’s lips turn into a grin against your breast when your lips connected with his skin. 

The sensations from both men were almost overwhelming. Heat rushed through your core, pooling faster in your abdomen than you had ever experienced. Feeling your body’s response that he knew so well, Flip moved his hand down to push two of his huge fingers into you, pumping in and out of your clenching pussy while he swirled his tongue through your folds. 

Raising himself back from your breast, Kylo stared hungrily down at your figure, watching as you shuddered and bucked from the pleasure Flip gave you. 

“Your wife is such a lovely creature, Detective. So beautiful,” Kylo crooned, running his warm hands along your body, following your curves and swells. “Do you think you’re deserving of her?” 

Glaring murderously up at Kylo, Flip sucked your clit between his lips. You moaned and bucked against his face at the feeling of his tongue flicking across your clit as he sucked ardently. Yanking Flip’s hair roughly, you pleaded for more through incoherent moans. 

“You have no response, Detective? Cat got your tongue?” Kylo teased mellifluously at Flip’s position, chin deep in your pussy. 

The feeling of Flip growling against your clit snapped the coil of ecstasy that had tightened in your core, sending waves of pleasure surging through your body as your orgasm crashed over you. 

Flip continued kissing and tonguing you gently until your pussy finished spasming around his fingers. You were too drunk with pleasure to notice that instead of meeting your eyes as he pulled away from your body, Flip regarded the other man above you with silent malice while he wiped his lips across your inner thigh. Holding Kylo’s smirking eyes, Flip kissed your thigh before sucking a welt into your skin, marking one of his favorite places on your body. 

Rising from his knees, Flip crawled over you, slipping one hand underneath the small of your back to move you into the center of the bed beneath him. His clothed cock rubbed against your dripping pussy when he lowered his hips to meet yours, the friction of his jeans teasing you as he ground into you. Your eyes fluttered shut with happiness. Your hands reached for his shoulders, running across the dense cords of muscle. 

“Age before beauty, Detective,” Kylo said in a low tone. The commanding edge in his deep voice held a warning to Flip that Kylo would have you first. Punctuating his order, Kylo stripped himself of the remainder of his clothes. 

Below your hands, Flip’s muscles tensed, his whole body going rigid above you. He slowly lifted his head from gazing down at you up to eye Kylo violently. With your entire body caged beneath him, Flip paused protectively above you, his lips turned in a viscous snarl. 

A heartbeat passed before Kylo lowered his chin, leveling his gaze at Flip in the first show of aggression he had offered. The threat was palpable, held in his entire bearing. Even the air itself seemed to grow heavy, simmering with an unspoken threat. 

By the time you opened your eyes, the exchange had passed. Flip reached his hand behind your neck, pulling you up off the mattress to meet his lips in a deep kiss. Backing off from your body, Flip never broke his kiss even while pulling you with him until you moved into a seated position and then further still until your mouths parted when you fell forward onto your hands and knees. Flip knelt on the bed in front of you, putting you in the perfect position to kiss down the trail of hair descending beneath the waistband of his jeans while he rubbed his huge hand soothingly along your back. 

Standing at the edge of the bed behind you, Kylo ran his hands slowly across your ass, appreciating the feel of you as he moved his touch to your hips. His cock arched excitedly toward you, veins pulsing angrily along its thick length. The malicious agony that rendered Flip’s features brought a smile to Kylo’s lips as he admired the sight of your pussy, glistening in the scarlet-tinged moonlight. 

“What a lovely wife you have, Detective.” Kylo couldn’t resist commenting as the fat tip of his cock nudged at your entrance. “Beautiful.” 

Feeling Flip’s muscles quivering with tension in stark contrast to his gentle hand at your back, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Are you alright with this, Flip?” You asked, kissing his stomach again through your words. “Do you still want to do this?” 

“‘Course I do, sugar,” Flip assured you, lying like hell, while he smiled down warmly at you. His free hand moved to stroke your cheek softly. “You just relax and let us make you feel good.” 

“You’re about to feel very good, lovely.” Kylo’s voice rumbled richly as he pushed into you, spreading your pussy around his enormous cock. 

Your mouth fell open against Flip’s skin at the delicious intrusion. A moan escaped your throat at the feeling of Kylo bottoming out inside of you. 

“Fuck, your pussy’s divine, beautiful,” Kylo praised, digging his fingers into your hips. “You’re a lucky man, Detective.” 

“I know just how fuckin’ lucky I am without you havin’ to tell me about it, Ren,” Flip gritted through clenched teeth. 

While Kylo gave you a moment to adjust to the stretch of his cock, you lifted a hand to Flip’s fly. Popping the button on his jeans and tugging down the zipper, you pulled Flip’s cock free from his jeans and boxer briefs without pushing his jeans down further. The waistband of his briefs propped his cock up, presenting it for you perfectly as it bobbed hard and heavy in front of your face. 

Your mouth fell open of its own accord at the feeling of Kylo dragging his cock out of you before slamming it back in again. His pummeling force shoved you forward onto your hands. Keeping yourself propped upright in that position was even difficult. Kylo set a rigorous pace, hitting your gspot with bullseye precision on every thrust. 

Keeping your jaw loose came easily with the heady pleasure alighting every nerve in your body. Flip guided the thick velvety tip of his cock to your lips, meeting your tongue as you licked the underside of his head. 

The familiar warmth of your mouth and caress of your tongue when Flip pushed his cock between your lips was almost enough to make him forget for a moment that he was sharing the delights of your body with another man. With the Devil himself. Flip allowed his head to lean back, his eyes to fall closed; allowed himself to try to be carried away on a tide of pleasure. 

Flip’s reprieve only lasted through a few bucks of his hips. A wicked snarl rumbled from deep within Kylo’s chest. Inhuman. Wild and unhinged. Tearing Flip back into sinister reality, his eyes shot open as his head jerked level, almost face to face with the Devil as he fucked into you. 

Lips twisted in a bestial snarl. Hair failing around his angular features in a wild mane. Eyes gleaming with iridescent oranges and yellows that mirrored the fires of Hell. Backlit by the light of the blood moon, sweat glistened red across the rippling planes of muscles that tensed with every thrust. Kylo fucked you like an animal. If Flip had any lingering doubt as to the authenticity of his identity, it was now burned away by the sight of Kylo’s fiery eyes before him. 

Of all possible torments, Flip couldn’t stand to watch Kylo face to face while he fucked you; to watch another man lost in the pleasure of your body. Worse still was watching how your body responded. Feeling you sigh around Flip’s cock. Seeing your thighs quiver and eyes squeeze shut every time Kylo pumped his cock into you. 

With a soft hand at your cheek, Flip withdrew his cock from your mouth. Reaching down to grab your arms, he lifted you up until you were back on your knees. Back arched, you planted your forearms on Flip’s chest and hands on his shoulders to support yourself while Kylo pounded you. Instead of looking at the Devil or at your beautiful lusting face, Flip dropped his head to kiss you deeply, cupping your face and neck in his huge gentle hands. 

Kylo’s hands dug bruises into your hips as he fucked you, letting you feel every ridge and every long inch of his cock drag along your walls. Pressed against your back, his chest felt steaming hot on your skin. The new angle had him rubbing even more of his perfect cock across the best places inside of you. Paired with the sensation of Flip kissing you like it was his last night on earth, like he wanted to pour all of his love into you with the slide of his tongue and caress of his lips, the ecstasy that flooded you was more intense than anything you had ever experienced. 

Swallowing all your moans and mewls, Flip could feel how close you were to cumming again. He knew your body so well, he could feel your impending pleasure as well as if it was his cock pushing you toward the edge from the inside. 

Flip knew what you needed and he wanted to give you everything he could, as he always did. Dropping his right hand from your cheek, he brought it down to your clit, rubbing fast circles through your silky arousal while Kylo’s cock slid in and out of you. 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, sugar,” Flip whispered into your mouth, as your second orgasm hit you in heavy pulses. 

At the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock, Kylo groaned low, his head thrown back like a wolf howling at the moon. Still rubbing your clit to extend your pleasure, even Flip could feel the way Kylo’s cock throbbed in response to the feeling of you. 

“Are you ready for me to fill your perfect pussy up, lovely?” Kylo asked, tipping his head back to look down at you with a dark smile, as he increased the pace of his thrusts. 

In response, you moaned happily into Flip’s mouth, feeling the way he gripped your cheek tighter. Removing his hand from your clit, he lifted it to cover your own hand where it rested on his sweaty chest. 

“Say it, beautiful girl.” Kylo’s voice rumbled near your ear, his eyes glowing with a fiery wickedness at his command. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“I want to feel you. I want to be full of your cum, Kylo,” you panted, kissing Flip even as his jaw clenched. 

“That’s a good girl,” Kylo gritted as he slammed his cock deep inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. 

Teeth bared in a snarl of ecstasy, Kylo groaned richly as his cock pulsed inside of you. Flip kissed you deep, stealing your breath from your lungs and stealing every fragment of your attention he could from the Devil. 

“Are you going to enjoy your gorgeous wife as well, Detective?” Kylo’s voice dripped with the sweetest venom, asking his question with his cock still buried inside of you. 

Breaking your kiss to regard Kylo, Flip’s glare held just as much brimstone as the eldritch tint in Kylo’s eyes. 

“I’ll show you what she fuckin’ enjoys,” Flip growled harshly. 

Flip pulled you into him, yanking you away from Kylo. In one swift rotation, he had your back thrown down onto the mattress and you caged beneath his powerful arms once again. You barely had time for your arms to find purchase around his broad shoulders and your legs to lift around his waist before he plunged his cock into you, hard, angry, and just as aggressive as the rest of him. 

You always loved it when Flip fucked you angrily and wild. Winding him up until he snapped had always been one of your favorite pastimes. But even on those occasions, he never had anything to prove. Even when he was seeing red, he still knew it was a game that you both enjoyed. This was different. Flip fucked you like he had everything to prove, like he was showing you and the other man exactly why you would never desire anyone but him. He was going to ruin you afresh for any other man. 

Lips attacking your neck and shoulder, Flip littered marks across your skin as his cock pounded into you at the perfect angle he knew you loved. Already overstimulated, you felt as though every thrust ignited every shuddering nerve in your body. 

“Your sweet little pussy belongs to me. It’s all mine,” Flip huffed against your neck. “You’re all mine.” 

“I’ve always been yours, handsome,” you sighed in a voice hoarse from pleasure. “I’ll always be yours.” 

Meeting Flip’s rough thrusts with your own rhythm, you bucked your hips to meet his own, grinding and sliding along the length of his cock. Your nails trailed pink lines across Flip’s meaty shoulders and back. Every sharp tinge spurred him further, fueled by knowing just how much pleasure he gave you. 

“I’ll destroy you for anyone else. Keep you stuffed full of my cum,” Flip said thickly, biting at your jaw as your nails dug crescent shaped welts into his back. 

Kylo could have sat back and watched Flip fuck you. He was enjoying a pleasant afterglow himself and there was little more pleasure he could give you while Flip was looming over you like a ravening beast, fucking you harshly, making your eyes roll and toes curl in lusting delirium. But watching didn’t seem fun at all to Kylo. Not when he could twist the knife a little deeper for Flip. He was the Devil, after all. 

Kylo crawled across the mattress, ignoring the sideways glare from Flip. Settling beside you, he brought his hot lips to your shoulder to begin kissing sensually along your skin. While Flip fucked you hard and fast, pounding you into the mattress, Kylo kissed and licked at your clavicle like an adoring lover, raising goosebumps with his lips while Flip’s rough thrusts sent tremors through your body. 

Lifting his lips from you just long enough to lick his fingers, wetting them thoroughly, he snaked his hand between your body and Flip’s to rub your nipple before resuming his searing kisses. You were dizzy with the pleasure both men gave you, your head spinning in the best of ways. 

“I think you’ve had about enough fun for one night, Ren,” Flip barked in time with a harsh thrust, making you cry his name. 

“Who would I be to deny your lovely wife more pleasure,” Kylo crooned, his focus on you, unconcerned with Flip’s anger. 

“She doesn’t need you to get all the pleasure she can fuckin’ handle. That’s my job,” Flip grated, crashing his lips to yours and slamming his fist down into the mattress between Kylo’s face and your head. Reaching down with his other hand, he hooked behind your thigh, shoving your knee toward your chest to fuck into you even deeper. 

Beside you, Kylo pressed himself even closer. You could feel his lips turned into a smile against your shoulder where he littered open mouthed kisses. 

Your moans filled the room, mingling with the slap of Flip’s skin against yours and the wet squelch of your pussy. Flip swallowed all your beautiful noises, every moan and whimper, kissing you ardently, as he pounded you into a blinding orgasm. The feeling of your pussy seizing around Flip’s throbbing cock, gripping him tightly and pulling him deep inside you, knocked Flip over the edge himself. Burying his cock as deeply as he could, Flip pumped you full of his thick cum as a low rumbled groan thrummed through his heavy chest. 

Kylo kissed at your skin while he still caressed your breast, unperturbed by you and Flip trembling together as you both crested your highs. 

Quickly regaining his bearings, Flip kissed you softly for several lazy moments until your breathing steadied and your body grew limp with your afterglow. Pulling up from you, Flip turned his attention to Kylo, catching his eye before jerking his head curtly toward the door, indicating in the politest way possible for Kylo to get the fuck out. 

“Do you not have another round in you, Detective?” Kylo grinned darkly from his place at your side, “I could spend ages enjoying your wife, myself.” 

While you still held Flip’s cock inside of you, he raised himself up on his palms that rested on either side of your shoulders. His only response was a deep growl, aimed murderously at Kylo. Every muscle in Flip’s sweaty body tensed as he caged you possessively beneath him. The intensity of his glare and panting, tooth-bearing grimace was enough to make even the Devil himself recant. 

Keeping his gaze leveled at Kylo, Flip forced his features to soften before he returned his attention to you. Looking down upon you with nothing but unadulterated adoration. 

“How’s a hot bath sound right about now, sugar?” Flip murmured in a pleasure hoarse voice. 

“Only if you’ll join me,” you told him dreamily. 

“Close your eyes.” Flip lowered his head to rub his nose against yours. “I’ll run it for us.” 

Flip rolled off of you on the same side on which Kylo still leaned beside you, physically inserting his huge body between Kylo and yourself. His face inches from Kylo’s, Flip used his body to shove the other man further away from you. 

Luckily, Kylo was amused at Flip’s possessiveness after the events of the evening and allowed himself to be ushered off the bed by Flip. 

Flip pulled the sheet over you, as you stretched and smiled up at him lovingly, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers before drawing away from you. He retrieved his briefs, pulling them on as he stood from the bed. 

“Get dressed and get the fuck out,” Flip ordered Kylo, low enough to keep it inaudible from you. 

“You’re not going to tuck me in, too, Detective?” Kylo asked, flashing his teeth in a smirk. 

“You didn’t even buy me a drink first. I’m just playin’ by your rules,” Flip returned gruffly, stepped past Kylo toward the bathroom to begin running a bath. If nothing else, to cover the words yet to be exchanged between Kylo and himself. 

When Flip re-emerged from the bathroom, your eyes were closed and breaths even. Kylo had redressed in his black suit pants and shoes, and was buttoning up his black shirt. 

Crossing his arms, Flip watched the other man menacingly, waiting for him to move toward the door. Instead, Kylo walked toward Flip as he buttoned his shirt. 

Retrieving his jacket from the floor, Kylo slung it over his shoulder, shoving his opposite hand into his pants pocket. He looked perfectly chic and nonchalant. 

“Get. The fuck. Out,” Flip hissed between clenched teeth. Moving pointedly to the door, he wrenched it open. 

“We should do this again,” Kylo pushed, grinning at Flip’s deepening glare. 

“Fat fuckin’ chance,” Flip growled. “Don’t you have places to go, people to possess? Some asshole out there has to be wantin’ to make a pact with you by now.” 

“Why are you so adverse to the thought, Detective? I had quite a nice time, myself. And your wife had a very pleasurable evening, indeed,” Kylo continued, refusing to let Flip shepherd him out of the open door. “Even you enjoyed yourself, Detective. Your body betrayed you. Some things cannot be falsified.” 

“I never want to see your fuckin’ face again,” Flip snapped, trying his best to keep his voice low so he didn’t rouse you. “You know that. And you know why.” 

“That is unfortunate, Detective,” Kylo continued, almost jovially, adding to Flip’s rising temper. “I hear co-parenting is all the rage these days.” 

“W-What?” Flip stammered, eyes widening. 

“Did you not notice the moon tonight?” Kylo tilted his chin toward the window, indicating the blood red full moon shining intrusively into the room. Its beams cast a crimson glow over your sleeping figure. “It has been centuries since I’ve seen such a moon. There’s simply no telling what kind of nefarious purposes could be accomplished under the gaze of the blood moon.” 

Flip seethed, unable to form a coherent thought other than trying to rip the Devil limb from limb. 

“Don’t be bitter, Detective. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for twins. One of yours and one of mine,” Kylo assured Flip with an arrogant wink. “Until next time.” 

Moving to the door that Flip still held open, Kylo pushed it closed instead of walking through it. He paused to give Flip one last smirk before opening the door again. 

On the other side of the door was no longer the carpeted hallway of the hotel. Instead, it opened to a long black corridor, composed of solid marble floors and stone walls; elegant and ornate, albeit understated. Metal scones holding flickering torches lined the walls, their flames painting the corridor with their dancing light. At the far end of the hallway, a faint orange shimmering glow shone in the darkness. 

Kylo’s heavy footfalls echoed through the hallway as he walked away in his long agile gait. 

Closing the door, Flip hoped with everything he had that Kylo was bluffing, a final way to toy with him. He knew deep in his bones that was not the case. 

Surrounded by the bloody glow of the crimson moonlight, he settled himself on the bed beside you. Pulling you into his arms and curling his huge body around you protectively. He also knew that he loved you so much that it hardly mattered. 

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Kylo Ren sat against the headboard of your bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankles. The bed was still warm from you and he could still smell your perfume lingering in the sheets. He always laid beside you as you slept. The nights when you would reach for him in your sleep were nights when his heart soared higher than wings could carry him.

You had worn his favorite nightie last night. The silky red and black one that hugged your figure and gave him the perfect teasing glances of your tits and ass. It now lay discarded on the bed next to him as you waited in the bathroom for the water to heat for your morning shower.

Kylo grabbed your slip, rubbing the smooth silk in his calloused fingers. Bringing to his nose, he inhaled your saccharine scent as he pushed his face into the soft silk. His exhale turned into a huffed sigh when he dropped the hand holding your slip to his lap.

He shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable as he leaned his back against your headboard.

Reaching behind his shoulder, he roughly plucked a large silver tinged feather from his wing. He brought it in from if him to appraise the way it shone in the light as he turned in it his hands. Shades of silver and gunmetal reflected in the soft morning light.

Feathers. He was never going to get used to this bullshit.

Turning the feather around in his grip, he brought the pointed tip to his mouth, digging it between his teeth like a luxurious toothpick.

He couldn’t imagine the gross miscalculation that had landed him in Heaven. He assumed it was some kind of divine clerical error. Surely, an operation that large had its fair share of screw ups.

However, he couldn’t deny that he was pretty damned good at his job. He was just about the best Guardian Angel anyone could wish for.

He got reprimanded all the time for his methods. Not that he cared. Getting chewed out by some lily-white pencil neck wearing a white robe that looked like something his mom would have worn on a spa day was hardly enough to ruffle his feathers. He got results.

Like the time that your boss chewed you out for a mistake you didn’t make just before the bottom of his Starbucks cup gave out, spilling scalding coffee all over his crotch.

Or the time that some asshole got handsy with you in an elevator right before that same elevator stalled after you exited, trapping him inside for hours when he was unfortunately hit with the most explosive and violent bout of food poisoning he had ever experienced.

The man who stood you up for a date really should have made a better effort to show up. If he had, maybe you wouldn’t have spent the night crying, and the man wouldn’t have been in the wrong place at the wrong time when a driver fell asleep at the wheel and mowed him over like a mushy speed bump.

He got an official write up when a piano fell from four stories high down onto your unsuspecting ex-boyfriend the morning after you learned he was cheating on you. Kylo particularly enjoyed that one.

You deserved so much better. You deserved everything.

If only you could see him. If only you could know how much he cared for you. If only he could touch you. He would show you exactly how a woman like you deserved to be treated.

Maybe he didn’t end up in Heaven after all. Maybe he was indeed in Hell and this was his torment. To watch over a woman, the perfect woman, the woman pulled right out of his deepest fantasies, and never be able to touch her.

Bringing your slip to his face again, he rubbed the smooth fabric on his cheek as he nuzzled into it, surrounding himself with your scent and pretending that he was nuzzling into your neck and hair as he fucked you. He would fuck you slowly. Take his time with you. Draw out every second of your pleasure until you were rendered a shaking incoherent mess in his arms.

His cock was already straining against his black pants. Times like these, he thought it might be better to wear one of those damned standard issue robes. But, fuck that. He wasn’t going to wander around like some toga party asshole. Even if it made it more inconvenient when his cock threatened to break through his zipper, like it was now.

A pained groan forced its way out of Kylo’s throat as he pushed his head back against the headboard, palm pushing down against his cock as his hips bucked upward.

He could hear that you had just stepped into the shower. He knew he shouldn’t. That he should stay right where he was. He also knew that’s not what he was going to do.

Rising from your bed, Kylo walked into your bathroom. He made sure to push the door open slowly and quietly so as not to draw your attention as he slipped inside.

He leaned in the corner, watching you, enjoying you. The way the soapy water ran over your curves, making you shine brighter than any angel he had ever seen.

Groaning with frustration, he fished his cock out of his pants. For once, he was glad you couldn’t hear him. He was already fully hard, painfully hard and throbbing in his grip. Fuck, how he wished he could use it on you. It was fucking criminal that his impressively huge cock wasn’t pushing into your pussy right now, making you shudder under the intensity of the pleasure he could give you. He knew how good he could make you feel with his big ass cock.

Leaning back against the wall, he spit in his palm, smearing it and the precum dripping from the tip of his cock along his length. Gripping his cock, he began to stroke himself slowly as he watched you.

Your back arched as you tipped your head to rinse shampoo from your hair, the bubbles traveling down your body like Kylo wished his hands could do. Or his tongue.

Growling at the thought, he started pumping his fist faster.

As he watched you, fucking his fist, your thighs began to rub together. Your hands trailed over your breasts, fingers squeezing at your nipples.

Holy fuck.

His balls started to tighten when your right hand trailed lower. Rubbing your fingers through the folds of your pussy, you teased yourself slowly.

Kylo stopped his hand at his base, gripping himself painfully hard to stave off cumming from the sight of you. He wanted to prolong this as much as he could.

A soft moan from your lips made Kylo shudder as you dipped your fingers into your pussy.

Lifting his hand to the thick head of his cock, he slid his fist down to his base as he resumed pumping himself. Watching you, he imagined he was thrusting into your eager pussy. How tight and wet and hot you’d feel around him. Your pussy would grip him so hard, you’d squeeze his cum right out of his cock until it overflowed from your pussy and ran down your thighs.

Your own rhythm increased as you pushed yourself towards your climax. He knew he could make you feel so much better than your little fingers. He knew you would cum so hard on his cock. He could almost feel it.

“Fuck,” he growled at the thought as his hips bucked into his fist. His cock throbbing in his hand now as he worked his cock fast and hard.

Leaning forward onto the cool tile in the shower, your mouth fell open as you came on your fingers. Your thighs quivered and Kylo could almost feel your pussy pulsing and fluttering around his cock.

A word escaped your lips, as you came in waves, something between a sigh and a whisper, “Kylo.”

Kylo’s entire body jolted at the sound of his name falling from your lips and he came hard with a rumbling groan. His thighs flexed and his clenching abs pulled him forward, bending him over his cock just as his cum pumped out in thick white ropes. A few silver feathers shook free from the force of his orgasm and fell slowly to the floor.

Teeth gritted and jaw clenched, he milked all the cum he could from his still throbbing cock.

Once he had cum all that he could and his breathing began to slow, he lifted his head to you. You looked almost regretful, as if you were pining for something that was beyond your reach.

He knew in that moment that you felt him too. Somehow. He knew that you wanted him too, even if he was only a dream to you.

Kylo hoped that one day he could figure how to reveal himself to you. How to be with you. He resolved himself that he would. No matter what it took, he would figure out how to be with you.

As you stepped from the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel, you couldn’t shake the image of the tall, dark stranger that had haunted your dreams. An image no real man could ever measure up to.

Drying yourself, you noticed a few carbon tinged feathers on your bathroom floor.

You always wondered how all the large silver feathers ended up in your bathroom and in your sheets. But, somehow, seeing them littered around your home gave you an inexplicable feeling of comfort and security.

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Devil Kylo for Maybe-Your-Left

Your thighs rubbed together almost of their own accord at the feeling of the hot breath on your neck. So hot. Unnaturally hot. Tantamount to steam against your delicate skin, making you flush and shudder.

To say that it made focusing your intent difficult was quite the understatement. Making a deal with the Devil was not as easy as you thought it would be. Simple yes, easy no. Keeping a clear picture of your deepest desires at the front of your mind was no easy feat when those desires were rapidly being replaced by an overwhelming desire for the Devil himself.

Pulling away from your neck, Kylo took your hand in his heated grip. He trailed the razored edge of his quill along the inside of your palm and down the length of your finger. Pressing harder when he reached the tip, a single drop of your blood plumed beneath his quill.

“You wish to give me everything,” the words curled from Kylo’s lips as a statement. There was no question.

“Oh, yes,” you moaned far too lewdly for entering a contract.

Kylo’s eyes gleamed with all the fire stolen from Hell itself as he brought your finger to trace your blood along the line at the bottom of the parchment. The smear of crimson was a stark contrast to the beautifully detailed calligraphy that sprawled across the ancient paper.

Without lifting his gaze from yours, he brought your finger to his mouth. Something between a groan and growl rumbled in his chest when he sucked the last of your blood from your fingertip.

You now honestly had no idea what exactly it was that you had sold your soul for. Oh, well. If the Devil gets your soul sooner rather than later, maybe that won’t be so bad after all.

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Vampire Kylo for Contesa-Lui-Alucard

Kylo loved your midnight strolls. He was at home in the darkness. His senses flourished in the darkest nights.

He loved the way your face shone in the moonlight. Looking at you with his exceptional night vision, it looked almost as though you glowed from within. As though the moonlight lived in your very skin.

He would take your hand, interlacing his thick fingers through your own. You would often look up at the moon and the stars, and Kylo would always look at you.

Oh yes, Kylo loved your nighttime walks together. Your hunts together.

The brief moments when Kylo’s attention was stolen from you were when he would spot someone else who had ventured out. Sometimes couples, sometimes dog walkers, sometimes joggers. Those were his favorites. Joggers who were already too winded to scream.

You knew Kylo needed fresh blood. It was a fact of life that you accepted long ago. You had no choice, if you wanted to be involved with a vampire.

You couldn’t deny that it had become a thrill to watch him hunt. When he zeroed in on his prey. The way his eyes shone brighter, almost gleaming in the darkness with unnatural lumosity.

After his kill; when his hair was tousled from the violent speed of his bite tearing into a jugular; when blood dripped from the tips of his fangs down over his plush lips; he would throw his head back as if in ecstasy. He would relish in the surge of life that would course through his body.

It was a feeling that was second only to the feeling of you. Fresh blood could make him feel another’s lifeforce, but with you? With you, he could feel truly alive himself.

After his kill, he would rush you. He would scoop you into his powerful embrace attacking your own neck. But, only the softest and most adoring kisses ever touched your skin. He was reverent in his treatment of you. And nights when he hunted with you, he would worship you the most ardently.

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Werewolf Flip for Finn-Ray-Nal-Beads

‘Twas all Hallow’s Eve and the moon was round.

Dressed as a pirate wrench, you wanted your man who couldn’t be found.

Piles of paperwork, criminals in cuffs, it was safe to say that at the station he was stuck.

A worse situation you couldn’t imagine, than to be alone on Halloween, dressed to kill, wanting to f—-.

...

I didn’t, but I was so tempted, you deviant!

...

Flip was always extra surly on Halloween. He was always extra horny during a full moon. Just his fuckin’ luck that this year the full moon hit right on Halloween.

As if bein’ a werewolf who was tryin’ damned hard not to lose his shit and rip some throats out wasn’t bad enough, he had to deal with your bullshit on top of it.

You probably thought it was real fuckin’ cute to come to the station dressed as fuckin’ bambi and parade your spotted little ass around.

He knew you were a dish without you dressin’ up like a walking platter of venison.

He glared at you when you waltzed into the station, shakin’ your ass around for all the perps who were waiting to be booked to see.

Flip asked you real nicely through gritted teeth to wait in his truck while he finished up.

But, like the smartass you are, you told him that you never wanted him to finish without you.

He wondered if you still thought all that teasin’ horseshit was a good idea. Now that you were locked in a holding cell with him. Now that your face was shoved into a bed that hadn’t been washed in who knows how long while your ass was pulled up in the air. Now that his fat fuckin’ cock was slamming into your dripping pussy almost hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

Flip’s eyes flashed yellow and his teeth glinted a little sharper as he bared them in ecstasy, consumed with pleasure as he thrust into you.

“You like workin’ me up?” Flip growled as he pounded into you. His voice much closer to an actual growl during the full moon. “I’ll hush this little puppy the fuck up for you.”

You could only moan as he fucked you roughly.

“The moon’s not the only thing that’s gonna be full tonight, darlin,’” Flip snarled as he pumped load after thick hot load of his cum into you.

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Flip for Babbushka

Flip hated Halloween for good reason. It seemed like people just tended to get crazier the entire month of October, culminating on the holiday. Maybe he’d hate it less if he wasn’t on the front lines dealing with the fallout himself.

As much as he hated it, he knew that you hated it even more. Every year was just a struggle for you to endure the holiday. More than anything, he always tried to ensure that you had a nice time. Or, at minimum, that you were sufficiently distracted. He was pretty damn good at that part.

Downtown Colorado Springs was doing a Halloween festival. A street fair of sorts that he thought wouldn’t be too bad. You two could get cider or caramel apples, something sweet, and then head home where he could enjoy something even sweeter for himself.

Of course, it was just his luck on this fuckin’ holiday that a couple of young drunk punks had to start shit. Just fuckin’ beautiful.

It was just a catcall at first. Just a wolf-whistle from a drunk college asshole and his buddy.

Turning immediately, Flip growled aggressively at him to “Back the fuck off.”

The kid couldn’t just shut up. No, no. He had to go and tell you, “Keep that guard dog on a leash, baby.”

Oh, fuck, Flip lamented as you turned around to face them. Charging ahead, you hurled insults that would have made them shrivel in shame had they been sober enough to fully appreciate them.

Sometimes that mouth of yours wrote checks that Flip had to cash. This was going to be one of those times.

He saw one of the punks draw an arm back, drunkenly telegraphing his intent level a smack at your smart mouth.

Flip was faster. His huge right fist crashed into the man’s jaw in an eruption of blood and flying teeth. Dropping instantly to the ground, the man was curling into a fetal position when his friend lunged at Flip.

Flip ducked under the oncoming swing, pummeling his left fist into the man’s solar plexus. As he straightened, Flip’s right fist hooked him in an uppercut. Already doubled over, the man took the punch square in the face, the force slinging him over backwards to hit the ground on his back.

As Flip stood, huffing above the two men, clenching and unclenching his fists, you rushed to his side. He was fine, of course. Your breath caught in your throat as you appraised him. Hair disheveled, scarlet splashed across his clothes and face, his fists dripping with the other mens’ blood, huge chest heaving. He looked impossibly sexy. You couldn’t keep the proud smile from your face.

Flip deepened his scowl to an intentionally comic degree when you told him that now at least he looked like he was in costume. A blood splattered and slightly roughed up zombie lumberjack perhaps? A burly werewolf who was at the tail end of a rough full moon?

Putting a hand at the back of your neck, he pulled you close against him as he led you away. Enhancing his natural growl, he rumbled low in your ear, “And here people think I’m the trouble maker.”

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Killer Charlie for Direnightshade

Although you’ve bonded over your shared ‘hobbies,’ you both agreed that a night out was in order. Just a regular date night. The kind you both pretended suited you perfectly before you each discovered your shared proclivities.

After a perfect dinner at a restaurant that you thought was entirely too nice for a Wednesday night, you and Charlie walked hand in hand through Central Park. Thunder rolled above you and lightening split the sky, tinging the air with electricity almost as palpable as that which the two of you share. The rain itself was still a few miles away, offering you the perfect stormy stroll.

You thought that you had seen Charlie unhinged before. You had certainly seen him kill before. But you had never seen anything like the malice, the rage, that consumed him when the man who had been lurking in the shadows lunged for your purse.

His strike was just as swift and twice as deadly as a venomous snake when Charlie slashed the man’s throat open. You’ll never know how he had time to retrieve his favorite scalpel. All you saw was a flash of steel and Charlie’s face razed by an expression of sinister ferocity as he tore the burglar’s worthless life from his body.

It was almost beautiful the way the crimson arched across Charlie’s handsome features.

As the now lifeless body slumped to the ground, Charlie pulled you hard into his embrace, his lips crashing against yours. The taste of copper that flooded your mouth along with his need for you sent goosebumps trailing the length of your spine.

Perhaps it’s true. Date nights do help keep the spark alive.

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Pale for Wingsoftheangels

Pale had no fuckin’ idea why he agreed to this bullshit. Fuck, he had no fuckin’ idea why you’d want to do somethin’ like this anyway. Go wandering around in some abandoned building that was supposed to be haunted. On Halloween.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you want to see some scary shit? Let me take you home for Thanksgiving,” Pale teased you. “That’ll put hair on your chest.”

Not that Pale believed in any of that haunted shit or anything. It just seemed like a waist of a perfectly good evening.

Now, the two of you had been wandering the hallways of the old abandoned asylum in Jersey for the better part of an hour. And while Pale loved you holdin’ his hand and clingin’ onto him, he wanted a little more out of his evening.

“I think they conned you, sweetheart,” Pale squeezed your hand. “I have more skeletons in my own closet than this place does.”

“It just turned midnight,” you pulled him in for a kiss. “We have to stay through the witching hour.”

Pale sighed dramatically, tilting his head up to glare at the roof.

“Alright, come out ghosties,” Pale boomed, amplifying his naturally loud voice so it echoed off the walls and down the sprawling hallways. “Let’s see some action, you dead sonsabitches.”

“Pale!” You smacked his chest roughly, “You don’t want to disrespect the spirits!”

“I guess when ya think about it, ghost are thin skinned, aren’t they?” Pale laughed, earning another smack from you.

You opened your mouth to scold him further when a loud scrape pulled your attention down the hallway. It sounded like something between a chair being scooted across the floor and nails on a chalkboard.

Pale stiffened beside you, his huge hand locking around yours. He took a step forward, placing himself between you and the noise.

You both stood, frozen in place, trying to penetrate the darkened hallway ahead. Somehow it seemed a little darker than it was just minutes earlier.

Pale jumped almost as much as you did when it sounded again. This time it sounded like nails on a chalkboard mixed with a screaming moan. This time it sounded much much closer.

You looked to Pale, hoping to absorb some of his bravado. The look on his face made your heart threaten to break through your ribs. He was focused ahead on something you couldn’t see, but his eyes were wide and his face was blanched.

His normally deep and commanding voice was a shaky whisper when he told you, “We need to fuckin’ run, sweetheart.”

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Pale for Millenialcatlady

Pale was frankly sick of your pussy-footing around. He’d heard you talk about all this occult stuff and, not that he gave a shit, but he thought that you should get over your fears of this bullshit. In general, that’s just good fuckin’ life advice.

So, for Halloween Pale thought that he’d do somethin’ fun for you.

He cooked your favorite meal and lit your apartment with only candles throughout. That would also be a good atmosphere for what he had planned for later.

You came home to find Pale setting something in the center of the table. A fucking Ouija board. He smirked up at you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked incredulously.

“I’m sick of hearin’ you whine about this shit,” Pale gestured at the board. “You’re into this witchy shit. Let’s see what you’ve got, sweetheart.”

After settling at the table around the board, it took several minutes for Pale to even pretend to take it seriously.

Finally, you got him to place his hands on the planchette to circle it around the board together.

“Are there any spirits here?” You asked tentatively.

Pale rolled his eyes at you. “Ya actually think that even dead people would wanna answer boring shit like that?”

He circled the board again as he smiled at you. “Am I gonna get lucky tonight?”

He laughed harder when you smacked him.

After a few more minutes of his absurd questions and no events from the Ouija board, Pale was getting bored.

“You ready to have a good time tonight?” Pale asked playfully as he pulled you up out of your chair. He stooped to hoist you up over his shoulder.

He had already begun carrying you to the bedroom when the planchette traveled to ‘Yes.’

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Chainsaw Clyde for Couldntfuckingtellya

Clyde liked to call it the ‘Logan Family Curse.’ His family always scoffed at him for it. It could be considered a sickness. Some fancier people might have just called it mental illness. Clyde didn’t like labels like that. A curse sounded a lot better to him. A lot more like bad luck rather than bad genes.

But, whatever you chose to call it, the Logan family definitely had some quirks. Some eccentricities that not many people would understand. And he couldn’t really blame them. Clyde and his siblings just had a different sorta upbringing, that was all.

Clyde had honed his bartender skills early on by mixin’ up mama’s special cocktail that would make even the burliest man’s feet fail him. His mama would serve it to her ‘guests’ to get them nice and relaxed before the fun started.

Jimmy had practiced those fast hands and quarter mile sprints that made him a football star chasin’ down anyone wily enough to escape. They didn’t escape Jimmy.

Mellie learned to do hair on corpses hanging from meat hooks in the barn. She could practice for hours and they’d never twitch or complain.

Speaking of meat hooks, Clyde has a real nice one fitted to attach to his prosthetic for special occasions.

You had been dating Clyde for six wonderful months. He was the man of your dreams. You knew just from the way he looked at you that you were special to him too. He had even invited you to Thanksgiving dinner to meet his whole family.

He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were the One when you didn’t run away screamin’ that night. When, even after you learned everything, that Jimmy didn’t have to run you down like he had all the others.

You were a keeper. Clyde had never doubted it for a second.

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Clyde for Hopeamarsu

Clyde loved goin’ on walks with you. He loved takin’ you out into the woods, just gettin’ away from everything and enjoyin’ each other’s company.

Often, he would pack a dinner for you both to eat together while watchin’ the sunset. He would hold you close, pulling you against his chest and snuggling into you.

Desert would always include lazy kisses and roaming hands. And often much more.

Tonight was one of those nights.

When Clyde finally rolled off of you, you were both satisfied to the point of exhaustion. You dozed off in each other’s arms as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon.

You were roused when Clyde shifted beneath you.

“We must’ve really been worn out, darlin,” Clyde mumbled huskily. “The moon’s already up.”

Looking around, the full moon was indeed high in the night sky. Your only light source in the otherwise darkened forest.

After packing everything back up, Clyde took your hand to walk back to his truck. The darkness shouldn’t be a problem. You two had come out here a hundred times. In the daylight.

The darkness shouldn’t be a problem you kept telling yourself. Even though you should have gotten back to the truck thirty minutes ago.

In the moonlight, you could see Clyde chewing his lip. He was walking slower now, unsure of his bearings, even though he didn’t want to worry you by sayin’ so.

The forest seemed thicker around you now. Or maybe it just seemed claustrophobic because you were slowing becoming trapped in it.

Suddenly, Clyde stopped, his body going rigid beside you.

Following his stare, ahead you saw something hanging in a tree. No, two somethings. Looking closer you could see they were a pair of crudely designed poppets. One was larger than the other. That one only had one arm.

Your heart began to pound in your ears as Clyde’s grip on your hand tightened until it was nearly painful.

Something rustled in the woods ahead of you.

“You hear that, Clyde?” your voice was trembling to match your body.

“I heard her,” Clyde responded low without looking at you, his eyes fixed ahead. “I see her too.”

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Ronnie for Jyn-Z-Solo

Ronnie was a self-admitted movie nerd. He found no shame in owning that he had the extended editions of every Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies memorized. And don’t even get him started on Star Wars. That conversation could continue for hours, even if it was largely one sided.

He particularly enjoyed finding hidden gems. Movies that were rare and unique. Even better if they were banned for some reason. When he learned of your penchant for foreign horror films, he delved in head first. He took it as a personal quest to find the most obscure and the scariest movies he could.

Friday nights were taken to another level when Ronnie would pop his most recent horror find into his old school VHS player and curl up with you on the couch. Whether they were genuinely spine tingling or comical flops, you would both always be much more focused on each other than the movie itself before the credits rolled.

Tonight, Ronnie had dredged up a movie that had been banned throughout Asia. You had no idea how he found these things. You hadn’t even been able to google this one.

But, it was a good one. You had goosebumps only minutes in. Something about it seemed so real. Almost as if something from the tv screen was looking back out at you both as you watched.

Ronnie didn’t mind. He internally applauded himself for finding a flick that would have you holding onto him for dear life within the first few minutes.

It was entrancing how the atmosphere of the room seemed to change along with the tone of the movie. As if the air itself was growing more sinister with each passing minute.

Chuckling at you fondly the third time you buried your face against his chest, Ronnie stroked his warm hand along your back. He used the opportunity to push your back down onto the couch, settling over you to kiss you deeply as his hands smoothed gently along your body.

Ronnie was so consumed by the feeling of your lovely lips on his, by the feeling of your soft skin under his hands, that he didn’t notice when the video started to skip. Not that he would have cared.

When the air in the room cooled to a frosty chill, it didn’t faze him. He was heated enough for both of you.

Finally, an eerie sigh drew Ronnie’s attention and yours back to the screen.

It was with a sigh of great reluctance that Ronnie lifted himself from your body to search for his machete when the dark haired girl began crawling out of the screen, lurching toward you in a sickening grasping crawl.

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Dan for Thegreenmatt

Dan really brought a lot to the table in a relationship. Of course he was caring, affectionate, kind. But he was also smart as hell, capable, quick to think on his feet, and, above all, he was a master at staying cool under pressure.

He always gave his very best for you. He ensured that he made it home in time to take you to the Halloween party you’d be raving about for weeks. He didn’t try to hurry you, even though he had to wait an extra thirty minutes for you to finish getting ready.

Although, he did think it odd that he couldn’t find any news stations to watch as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. Nothing but static on every one. Strange.

The two of you had planned to walk to the party. It was only a few blocks away and strolling hand in hand with Dan amid the falling October leaves sounded like a dream.

His hand was warm as he held yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips every so often as you walked. The streets where suspiciously vacant and it seemed as though there were fewer lights than should be shining from the windows of the buildings you passed. Even the store fronts you passed looked darker than usual.

Dan saw him first. The man shambling toward you along the street ahead. His movement was all wrong. He walked as though every bone is in his body was broken, his limbs only held together by wires and guided by a shaking puppeteer.

Instinctively, Dan pulled you behind him. The streets were littered tooth junkies these days. There was no telling what some hopped up punk might try.

It was then that Dan noticed the others. Both of you had been so focused on each other that you hadn’t noticed the slowly moving people in the shadows that surrounded you. You hadn’t noticed them closing in around you from all sides.

Looking around frantically, Dan’s grip on you tightened.

As some of the strangers lurched closer to you, you began to notice details that made your stomach turn with dread. Gnashing teeth, twitching limbs, bloody wounds, vacant eyes, a collective malice among the crowd.

You were just passing a store with a golfing display in its window. Without breaking his stride, Dan released your hand just long enough to slam his huge fist through the window.

Ignoring the glass embedded in his fist, Dan reached in to retrieve two nine-irons.

His voice was steady and his eyes met yours unblinking when he passed one to you.

“You stay behind me unless something happens to me. Then, you just fucking run.”

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Werewolf Sackler for MarieSackler

Sackler was practically bouncing off the walls all month as he eagerly awaited spending Halloween with you. Not only was it the first year the two of you would spend the holiday together, it was a full moon. On Halloween.

You had no idea how special that was to a werewolf, but Sackler was going to show you.

It wasn’t like the movies. He didn’t turn into some furry raging beast. Or, rather, he could control whether or not he turned into more of an animal than usual was how he explained it to you.

He had rented a cabin in the woods for you to spend the weekend in.

Upon your arrival, Sackler tossed your weekend bag and his backpack onto the couch. Looking out of the window, the full moon was just rising over the mountains that surrounded you.

Grabbing your hand, he all but ran excitedly outside with you, pulling you along behind him. Leading you into the forest, he turned his face up toward the full moon. When he returned his gaze to yours, his eyes were tinged with vibrant yellow and his toothy smile was a little sharper than usual.

You were almost jolted out of your skin when a chilling howl resounded through the woods. Sackler jumped too, gripping your hand even tighter.

A loud crash too near ahead of you sent you both running back toward the cabin. Sackler dragged you ahead, running with you and pulling you over logs and through brush.

You could hear something chasing you, crashing behind you, snarling as it pursued you.

Suddenly, almost as an afterthought, Sackler slid to a stop beside you. “What the fuck am I thinking?” He laughed.

Turning to face the oncoming animal, Sackler squared his shoulders, bared his teeth and let out the deepest resounding growl you had ever heard. It rattled through to your bones.

The coyote that was running toward you skidded to a stop with a helpless yelp and bounced away into the forest. It was no doubt hungry and used to residents of the cabin feeding it.

Sackler looked at you and you both started laughing uncontrollably at the absurdity of a werewolf running from a coyote.

At least you knew for sure that you were in no danger of being mauled by Sackler the savage beast during the full moon. At least, not in a bad way...

Once you were back in the safety of your cabin, Sackler held you close against his chest. He lit a fire and wrapped his arms around you from behind as you both warmed yourselves in front of it.

“Well, that wasn’t exactly the surprise I had in mind,” he laughed as he stepped away from you to retrieve his backpack.

It wasn’t until he pulled the rope from his backpack and leveled you with the most wolfish grin that you had ever seen that you really started to shiver. Although, this time it was hardly from cold.

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Altman for Historyandfandoms50

Only fucking Altman would have done this to you. Invite you to a nice Halloween party and encourage you to dress up in your sluttiest playboy bunny costume. And then take you to a fucking graveyard.

The little shit with his little shit eating grin, holding your door open as you stepped out of his black Porsche at the cemetery gates.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You glared up at him.

“Don’t worry. There really is a party. This was just on the way,” He smirked at you. “Besides, I love watching your tits bounce when you jump.”

Following you into the graveyard, as you walked unsteadily on your heels, Altman pinched or smacked your ass with every other step.

“That’s going to get old really fast, Altman,” you warn as you smack his hand away.

“Ok, ok, bunny,” He teased, “Don’t get your tail in a bunch over it.”

After a few more steps, he slapped your ass hard. Too hard.

Spinning viciously to face him, you stopped dead in your tracks. Altman stood several feet away, looking at you with an amused expression.

“You alright over there?” He laughed.

“It’s not funny anymore,” you told him flatly.

A few more steps into the graveyard and you heard a thump. Jumping nearly out of your heels, you turned just in time to see Altman flinch from an unseen blow.

“What the fuck?” He snarled, turning in a tight circle, looking around for enemies that didn’t exist.

A loud clang echoed through the graveyard. You both turned around just in time to see the gates still swaying from the force with which they were just slammed closed.

Rushing to you, Altman took your hand. His features were no longer amused, they were stricken with fear.

Just as he pulled you to make your dash for the gates, you felt an icy grip on your ankle from a pale hand that had just begun to rise up through the ground.

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Toby for Ohdamnadam

You could hardly believe this was happening. You couldn’t actually be sitting on a movie set in Prague waiting for your fiancé to wrap shooting for the day so he could spring the ‘surprise’ he’d been going on about for hours.

As the sun was setting over the picturesque Charles Bridge, Toby approached you from behind. His huge hands began kneading knots you didn’t know you had from your shoulders. Leaning your head back against his thick chest, you smiled up at him.

“I’m so happy to have you here with me, my love,” Toby purred as he leaned down to kiss you.

“When are you going to tell me what you have up your sleeve?” You asked, beaming at him.

“I’m not going to tell you at all,” he gave your shoulders a good squeeze. “I’m going to show you.”

Toby had the next two days off from filming. Two days for you to indulge in each other. He was always wound so tightly during filming, you were looking forward to the opportunity to help him relax with you.

The drive to the countryside passed quickly in the town car Toby had hired. It certainly didn’t hurt that his lips scarcely left yours during your travel.

Your car finally pulled to a stop in front of a palatial estate. In Europe, they would call it a manor, but in all other corners of the globe they would call it a castle. There was just enough left of the fading daylight for you to appreciate its luxury.

“Turns out there are some perks to being a hot shot director,” Toby joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

Taking your hand, Toby all but dragged you out of the car and into the cavernous estate.

The two of you wandered hand in hand through the manor, pausing only for Toby to spin you playfully or pull you into a kiss.

You wanted to be excited. You wanted to be ecstatic. You really did. But, slowly, you began to feel something. Despite your beautiful surroundings and Toby’s dashing presence, you grew more and more unsettled.

Something felt off to you.

“What is it, my love?” Toby asked you when he felt your lips being less and less responsive with every kiss he stole from you.

The last thing you wanted to do was cast a shadow over his gesture. You assured him it was nothing. Certainly, you’d feel better once Toby was taking care of you properly.

Toby had planned a lavish dinner. The two of you seated together at a dining room table that was far too large and sprawling. The room was even complete with a roaring fireplace, which, paired with a few candles, provided the perfect lighting.

Your feeling of unease grew progressively stronger and stronger. Even the food soon turned to ash on your tongue. You almost felt as though you were being stalked. Hunted. As though you were now sitting on display, just as your main course sat in the center of the table. A delicacy ripe for serving to a ravenous predator.

Toby had also begun to look over his shoulder, staring into the shadows at nothing. His hand gripping your thigh a little too tightly for affection. He felt it too.

The feeling finally became too overwhelming. You felt as though you were surrounded on all sides by something unseen, but ominous and oppressive.

“I want to go home, Toby,” you whispered to him, taking his hand.

“You are home,” the soft spectral voice reverberated off the marble walls, coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Echoing throughout the room just as terror echoed through your heart.