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absurditii · 2 years ago

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What I Would Do With FNAF: Security Breach

SPOILER WARNING but it's been out for 6+ months so no duh

DISCLAIMER: This isn't an attack on SteelWool, Scott, or anyone who worked on the game. It also certainly isn't meant to be taken as a professional critique on the current game, but simply my opinions and how I think it could be improved to be one of the best names in the franchise than how low it ended up being rated.

DISCLAIMER 2: I don't hate the game at all! In fact, I enjoyed it when it first came out and praised it to hell and back. Then... reality hit me and I couldn't blindly adore it anymore, especially since I became infatuated with horror games as a whole and have a better understanding on the experience they're supposed to give.

Originally, I was going to make my own comic basically rewriting the game and have it fit with the dark and disturbing nature the franchise was born from, then I realised that as passionate as I was about it, I wouldn't nearly have enough time or the right art style to convey what it should. Thankfully, someone else I found on Twitter has decided to do the same thing, so I would recommend keeping up to date with them if you're a fan of the true horror and creepiness of the games.

THE PREDECESSOR

VR: Help Wanted had set my expectations super high for Security Breach, and considering how it was made by such a relatively small studio and how well it turned out, it was only natural for me to have those thoughts.

Help Wanted captured the FNAF experience almost perfectly, with the tension and stress of wanting to conserve power in the first four recreated games, the feeling of vulnerability of seeing these massive mascots slowly approach your office with not so much as a door or a mask to protect you, of helplessness as a dying child tries to overcome the nightmares of the once lovable characters he took comfort in torment his final moments in his dreams.

Not to mention the extra mini-games we were given (the vent repairs being a personal favourite. seriously they're bloody terrifying).

But what they managed to do so well as the studio that would continue the franchise is how seamlessly they managed to work with the lore and trend of making the lore just vague enough to make sense and build solid theories on, all while sticking with the story that was told beforehand to create a new chapter in the same universe.

Sure, is Afton "coming back" overdone by this point? I think most of us can agree that it is. But on the other hand, knowing that such a sinister force will never truly disappear is something that only this franchise can really keep, as the despair that none of the involved children, adults, and anyone else can truly move on from an incident that snowballed several decades into the future, without any sign of stopping.

So when Vanny was introduced, even if she was influenced by the Afton virus and was technically somewhat under his control, it at least works with the theme that he "always comes back". He may not physically be back, but the destruction surrounding him will always find a way to torment any of the lives that are unfortunate enough to cross him.

With all this considered, and how Security Breach's new DLC basically confirms that the "Afton Ending" is supposed the true ending, is blood-boiling to no end.

But THAT point in particular will be brought up later. For now, let's take the rest of this slow.

THE TRAILERS

Another thing I think the fandom can agree on is that Security Breach clearly was supposed to be completely different to what we got, but ended up being rushed and ended up as it is.'

From the trailers, we can tell how Vanny was supposed to be a much more prominent threat, and that Vanessa and possibly even Gregory's personalities were going to be much more different.

Watching and listening to the trailers before the release, I was convinced I was going to have an experience intended to be what FNAF 4 was on steroids. Instead of nightmares, you would have to be running from a very real threat that wanted me dead and found the hunt to be as fun as a game of tag, only with knives.

Now, I know that not everything seen in trailers makes it into the final product, but cutting out who was supposed to be the primary antagonist is not something any game should do.

To compare a villain with not so much direct screen-time, let's look at Handsome Jack from Borderlands 2. While he was hardly ever on screen, he still had plenty of time for his character to shine as a villain through all of his voice lines and the consequences of his actions that we would see on screen, even though he wasn't directly there. Vanny was robbed even of voice lines, many uncut lines being giggles that could have worked wonders for the atmosphere alone, but also add to her disturbing nature.

I'll discuss more of her character in a separate section too, before this part gets too off-track.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Now, this isn't going to be me talking about how I would remake the trailer by any means. This is more of a change of genre to link with the whole story.

Security Breach should have been a survival horror game, similar to Outlast 2 as just an example off the top of my head.

Gregory is portrayed in the trailer to be out of breath, scared, needing to hide with the help of Freddy as often as needed. Gregory is in a massive mall essentially, and as a growing boy, he's going to struggle to not only stay awake for so long (assuming he was awake for the entire day prior), he's going to get hungry. As Freddy said, Gregory has to keep moving to avoid getting caught.

Security Breach should not have ended up as the extended fetch quest we got. We should have been finding scraps of food to keep Gregory full of enough energy to run if he needs to, to find relatively safe places to rest (and even pass time ever so quicker) before needing to find his feet again to escape Vanny or the other Glamrocks' clutches.

Freddy should know as much as Gregory when it comes to knowing where specific items he might have that aren't merchandise from the establishment are located.

THE ATMOSPHERE

Even when I was praising the game and believing it could do no wrong (until I got soft-locked, lost so much progress, and encountered several bugs), one thing about the game I never particularly liked was the atmosphere.

If the establishment is closing up, why are the lights still on? Why does Vanessa need to carry a flashlight with her when every room is full of neon lights? All in all, for a business that is supposed to be closed (and as even said by Freddy, have power given solely to charging stations at the end of each hour), why is most of the power still on? What purpose does it serve other than to the player themselves? Even if it was for the players' sake, we were given lighting settings in the menu to help adjust for our needs.

Hell, as someone who can hardly see anything in dim lighting in games, it was a saviour. But to still have the light coming from the environment itself? It's a bit unnecessary.

The only area I can understand the power being on for is the SuperStar Daycare, because it would at least make sense from a narrative stand-point, especially considering the amount of lore that surrounds the Daycare Attendant.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

In the beginning of the game, I can understand the lights still being on. It's the final call for visitors to leave the Pizzaplex before closing up at 12AM, and everyone needs to be escorted out as soon as possible.

Once the announcement over the intercom says "intiating nighttime protocols", watching the doors close right before Gregory's eyes along with the lights in the main lobby shut off one-by-one, with the neon sign at the front being the final to flicker off would truly make the atmosphere turn from the "kid-friendly establishment" to a massive maze that needs to be traversed and scavenged for the next 6 hours of survival with nothing but a flashlight you would find at the Daycare's security desk.

Sound design: give Vanny back her cut giggles once she's introduced, make the player feel the need to look behind them even when they aren't sandwiched between security bots. Make gregory hear the laughs of children, make him question his own sanity by asking Freddy "did you hear that?" only for the answer to be "hear what?" Make the Princess Quest arcade games emit glitch-like noises, something to beckon the player to them instead of just hoping that it's recognisable to those that dug into the mobile version of Help Wanted. Have the scrapped staff bots in the sewers cry and groan distortedly. Instead of spawning Moon in front of Gregory when the power in the daycare goes out, have the jingles of the bells surround Gregory for a certain amount of time before his model comes into view.

Those are only a couple of ideas I had off the top of my head, but there are so many areas that need more sound design to make the atmosphere truly more unsettling after-hours.

THE GAME MECHANICS

I briefly mentioned the flashlight just before, but there are more important game mechanics that I believe just got overlooked, so I'll go over them in points.

Faz Watch

The first item we are given in the game, and undoubtedly the most used. From messages, to maps, to cameras, and missions, it just feels easily forgotten until you start the game from the beginning again and have to collect it.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Firstly, the messages system is dumb, and I'll gladly cover the extra parts of it in my point about the collectibles. You only ever get ONE actual message, and that's from Freddy at the very beginning. When it was set up, I was expecting it to function almost as a form of comfort for Gregory, where Freddy and even Vanessa could send messages to Gregory in a subtle manner, even as a unique hint system? Say if you were stuck on a mission, the player could ask Freddy for help, and he would provide hints that would be realistic for his character to say without holding our hand the entire way because, like us, he's also as clueless on a lot of what's going on, and can only make educated guesses.

The only other gripe I have with the Fazwatch is the camera system. What could be incredibly useful in the pizzaplex would be if there was a luring system, similar to FNAF 3, where Gregory could play a sound that could temporarily distract the animatronics, granted for a shorter time than physical distractions. For extra points for only using it wisely and sparingly, with such advanced AI the animatronics have in this game, they could catch onto what Gregory is doing, and will have a line that signals that audio lures won't work on them anymore; "very funny, kid. Now, come on out!", "No more playing around", etc.

There could be another tab on the Fazwatch titled "notes", where Gregory can write his own thoughts on anything important he's come across as well, which could also allow for him to hint at his own background/character.

Collectibles

Every collectible item, regardless of importance or usefulness, is in the same wind-up music box. Does it fit the theme of a children-friendly establishment? Absolutely, but I think there should have been other methods to obtaining certain items throughout the game.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

I don't think it's a totally bad idea, but I would keep the wind-ups solely for merchandise and extra collectibles, including the gold plushies for the fire escape ending. That includes merch shirts, posters, figurines, and anything else that isn't deemed an upgrade or tool.

For important items, having their own models be rendered and glowing (like bandages and batteries from Outlast 2) would work better to tell the player of their significance. I remember acquiring a hoodie for the first time and thinking "this should be for stealth, right?" but not really knowing for sure, just making an assumption. Similarly, the fizzy fazz items could come from certain vending machines scattered throughout the pizzaplex, and would need to be interacted with to get the stamina increase.

Which, actually, should be a little extra thing added. Those important items should have keys pop up and say "stamina has increased" or "you can now run faster" or "your stealth has increased by 30%, animatronics will take slightly longer to notice you" or something.

Duffle bags

Like I said before, the messaging system is dumb. But what's even dumber is how you obtain the messages in the first place (seriously what the hell are digital items doing in a physical bag???). They attempt to give hints to certain missions, some elude to some lore, and others are just... useless.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Like I said with the Faz Watch messages, I think it would be better to have the hints given by Freddy (maybe Vanessa too but not so much).

I made a post on this a while ago, but I proposed the idea of Gregory being gifted with a sixth sense of some kind. There could be an item that he's drawn to (where any bags containing lore were located), still having that glow beneath them, and the game enters some kind of mini-cutscene where the incident in question plays out, and Gregory instead makes notes on his fazwatch on what he just saw.

Another idea for how to implement the lore of the game outside of these key memory-items could be notes that Gregory comes across in staff-only rooms that talk about the history, other employees, Vanessa, etc. He would also make note of these, and like with the vent in Fazer Blast, Gregory could have a verbal cue by saying "what? Missing kids...?" and other things as the game progresses.

Elevator

It's just a disguised loading screen, which we all know, but apparently there were supposed to be conversations between Freddy and Gregory during these parts.

Linked to how I would change the duffle bags, it would be interesting to see Gregory bring up what he's found to Freddy, and they both discuss it and try to piece the puzzle together.

Flashlight

I hate how there are so many charging stations for the flashlight. It doesn't feel like an important tool, because you have so much power over how often and how much it gets charged everywhere. I feel like I can forget to turn off the flashlight without any consequences because "it's alright, there's a charging station just over there". There aren't any stakes or worries about the battery running low, because you always have a safe place to replenish it. Horror shouldn't feel safe, or at least not have every place feel safe.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

For a survival horror game, batteries should be a resource scattered throughout the pizzaplex, something that's limited and precious. Just like in Outlast 2 (so many comparisons i know shush), batteries should have their own models with a glow that lets the players know of its location.

If the charging stations were to be kept, then there should be a limit of 2 per area at most, and an rechargeable battery should be one of, if not the most difficult item to obtain in the game, and can only be achieved after a sequence of events (idk what i'm just throwing the ideas here).

Fazer Blaster + Faz Cam

Honestly, these are probably the only items that I don't have an issue with. They have a fair recharge time, can only be used a certain amount of times, and their effects are fairly made. No complaints or changes I would make for these (except have the Faz Cam be its own collectible model like the Fazer Blaster tbh)

Hiding Places

Now I can only speak for myself here, but I've only ever had Chica check hiding spots and catch me in them. Roxy has checked photobooths, but has never caught me in them, and that's only in the West Arcade.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Now the amount of hiding spots I think are alright, they make sense for the size of the pizzaplex, and their placements also make a reasonable amount of sense. I would just have the AI check hiding places more often

Distractions

Again. I think there's a reasonable amount of distractions, and sensible locations for where they are for the most part, my only complaint is how they're single-use.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

If the Daycare Attendant first focussed on cleaning up any distractions that were made and could be seen doing just that before coming to eat Gregory's toes it would just be kinda neat idk. Or maybe just like- a sign around the distractions like glitter glue on the floor or something. Ofc it's just a small detail but I just think it would be cool and make a lot of sense, y'know

THE STORY

Whatever story that the game was supposed to show us ended up being completely cut. Just like the trailers, there was clearly some big plans for the game, especially with the DLC that's being worked on now, so it's not like SteelWool didn't care about telling a story, they just failed to portray it as well as it could have.

Genuinely, I can't really think of anything to put that could describe the story except "Gregory is trapped after hours and has to survive". Like... There's nothing.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

First and foremost, there wouldn't be any censoring. It will actually be as dark as the rest of the franchise.

The beginning of the game would remain the same, with the same sequence of events up until the end of the Daycare boss fight. Only, during the early tutorial section, if Gregory decides to go through the janitor closet, he will encounter his first clue as to the events that Fazbear Entertainment is trying to keep under wraps from the public (bc they're known for sweeping things under the rug). This sparks Gregory to start thinking "wait, what does this mean?" and throws him into wanting to uncover more of the secrets of the Pizzaplex, with Vanny's first appearance being his third piece of the puzzle.

When Gregory first talks about his findings to Freddy, Freddy is shocked to hear about the disappearances, and feels ashamed of being the mascot of the brand.

The same sequence of events to achieve the next necessary security pass will happen up until Gregory is caught by Vanessa.

Instead of being immediately transported to the lost and found, Vanessa (her character being much more like how she was portrayed in the trailer) would be relieved to have finally found him and would give him a frustrated lecture on why he shouldn't be here, that it isn't safe to be here. Gregory calls out Vanessa on how she is noticeably anxious and so blurts out something along the lines of "there's someone that will come to get me, isn't there?!"

Vanessa hesitates, but decides the admit that if he isn't careful, that someone might, and that was why she was trying to find him in the first place. She links up her own Fazwatch to his and tells him to send her a message if there's anything wrong, and that she would make sure to alert him for any reason and to just do what she says, then brings him to the Lost and Found, telling him that she's going to try and call his parents or the police to come and get him in the meantime.

After this encounter, Gregory no longer believes Vanessa to be a threat and actually starts to trust her. Once he's locked in the Lost and Found, Freddy starts to message Gregory and ask about his whereabouts. Gregory explains the situation, and the player is encouraged to look and collect anything of use in the room until he receives a series of texts from Vanessa telling him that he needs to get out of the L&F and find somewhere to hide.

A timer, or the Vanny Meter, will start, with Vanny soon appearing on the TV screens and voice over the intercom.

Gregory will of course manage to escape in time and head to the main stage and eventually find Freddy, who looks more beat up and is acting weird, a lot more robotic than before. He assures Gregory that he's okay, but that he needs to taken to the Parts and Service to get himself fixed up.

Once Gregory gets out of the hallway that is infested with Security Bots, he's forced into another game of hide and seek with Vanny, who bursts into the room and taunts him knowing that he's there. Gregory will have to listen out for Vanny's location in the dark, use the cameras sparingly, and move around as to avoid Vanny checking hiding spots and catching him. This segment will have a timer (similar to Roxy and Monty investigating the security office between the prize corner and arcade), and will end with Vanny getting impatient and decide that Gregory must have already escaped to somewhere else. This section will also recquire Gregory to hold his breath in hiding places when Vanny gets too close.

One thing to sum up is that Vanny will be the primary antagonist and will greatly affect the choices the player will have to make to survive

Honestly, there's so much more I can add to this, but I'll stop this section here for now. I'll add the extra details later on, because this is the most important thing I was thinking about:

Once Gregory learns Freddy can be upgraded with the parts from the other Glamrocks, it is now presented as a choice. As the player, you can decide whether or not you shatter the animatronics. If you still choose to dismantle them, Freddy will become suspicious of Gregory's motives and slowly begin to lose trust in him. It will take more prompting the more upgrades you get for him to hide in his chest hatch. In this path, he also becomes more and more corrupted by the Afton virus, and eventually he becomes another obstacle out to catch Gregory.

If the player chooses to not dismantle the characters, Gregory can play the Princess Quest games to sever the connection that cause the Afton virus to have its affect on the animatronics. An optional save in this route is The Daycare Attendant, where you have to complete the Balloon Boy's World game until you encounter the Eclipse glitch.

In this route, playing the Princess Quest games each save one of the animatronics, but progressively cause Vanny to become even more unhinged and dangerous of a threat.

Okay, this is all I really have the energy to write. If anyone wants to know more details, I'll probably add onto this post as a thread at some point. I'm just glad to finally get these things off my chest tbh lmfao

Remember to not take this as a critique, this is just how I personally would have done the game if I could

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hoodoo12 · 4 years ago

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Familial Ties (And How To Break Them) 8/14

NSFW. Care/comfort and s-e-x ~

Pate kept an arm around Beetlejuice’s waist as they hustled down the sidewalk, drawing only minimal strange looks from fellow pedestrians. Even the demon shuffling along beside her, with his dilapidated suit of carnival stripes speckled with moss and his gravity-defying hair that had become an odd shade of washed out grey barely made a blip in the loud and clamorous ambiance that was Las Vegas.

Pate frowned worriedly. Beej was being uncharacteristically quiet, his lips pressed together in a hard line. His dark blood--did demons bleed? He certainly seemed to be--continued to ooze sluggishly from the punctures hidden beneath the soiled sleeve of his jacket.

Spotting a small chain drug store Pate stopped him with a hand to his chest, steered him into the building and left him propped against a vacant register counter with whispered promises to be right back, dashing into the aisles to collect gauze, bandages, antiseptic, whatever she thought might help him. The bored college age kid at the open checkout rang her up and she collected her companion, letting out a relieved sigh when the brightly lit neon lotus outside their hotel came into view. In no time at all she was shouldering open their door, instructing Beetlejuice to seat himself on a bed while she opened the medical supplies.

He didn’t remember much of the walk back to the hotel. His mind was fuzzy from the poison he’d taken in; somewhere in the recesses of his mind he remembered it wasn’t a poison meant to kill but paralyze so the ‘hound(s) could make a victim suffer was they were dragged into the Netherworld or played with until they were torn to pieces.

The pain in his shoulder, however, that fought the numbness. It ached down to the bone.

He was vaguely aware of being in a place where the lights were so white they hurt his eyes. Pate had left him, left him and that made him try to call after her, but although he was screaming inside no one reacted to him, so it must have been nothing on the outside. Then she was back and he found himself out on the street again. Her arm around his waist grounded him.

Then time shifted and they were in the hotel room. Pate was pulling at his jacket and that hurt, hurt, and from somewhere down a tunnel she was telling him she was sorry but it needed to come off, she needed to see the damage--

--time shifted again and he was no longer wearing his jacket, tie, or shirt. His suspenders were at either side of him, like flaccid wings. Pate was nowhere to be seen, but that was because--

“OUCH!” Beetlejuice complained, flinching away from the new pain that she was inflicting on him. He was suddenly more awake and aware.

Pate was behind him on the mattress, doing her best to clean the ugly wound in his shoulder with one of the hotel’s hand towels. Despite his protest, she continued to pick fabric out of the injury, telling him that she needed to get it all out before she really cleaned it and patched it up.

He liked it better when he was dull, but the agony of her working on his shoulder won the battle against the poison. He gritted his teeth and bore it, hissing random cuss words or jerking when there was a particularly sharp stab of pain.

When Pate asked that he tell her about the Dziban, he knew it was to distract him. He countered that her boobs would probably work better, but her silence after that grunted tease made him sigh.

“They’re another demon,” he sighed. “But lesser, lesser--jesus! Did you stick your whole finger in there?!--demons, so they can be bound to a higher ranking demon. My delightful brother Rigel must have called them up to do some of his dirty work. They travel in pairs, like you saw, and they’re . . . I don’t know, clones or replicants or something. They share a hivemind, like, so what one feels the other does too.” He broke off to arch his back and yelp; he grabbed a pillow and bit it at the wracking pain. When he could speak again, he twisted to say angrily, “Seriously?! Are you pouring fucking alcohol on my back?!”

She confirmed she was cleaning his shoulder with alcohol.

“That’s a fucking waste of good alcohol,” he replied.

He was informed drily that it was rubbing alcohol, not whiskey. This wasn’t the Old West, she reminded him sharply.

“I’m gonna heal faster than you expect, baby,” Beetlejuice retorted.

He could already feel the tissue start to knit back together, deep in the wound, and he’d outlasted the effects of the poison. Still, he had to admit that her taking care of him was unexpected and not unwelcome, now that he could start to compartmentalize and keep the pain from being everything in the world. Despite what felt like steelwool scraping against him -- “This hotel needs to use fabric softener!” he complained -- she was actually trying to be gentle as she wrapped his shoulder awkwardly in the bandaging she’d bought.

Pate breathed a sigh of relief when Beetlejuice began to come around from whatever daze had fallen over him. She went as gently as she could, swabbing away the dark stains on his skin, covering it in gauze and finally wrapping it with the bandage.

"I think that's about all the damage I can do," she told him, rolling up the used and bloodied wads of cotton balls and the hotel towel into a ball. "How're you feeling? You seem more like yourself."

"I could use a drink. Wanna raid the minibar?"

She laughed softly through her nose. He was definitely back to his old self. Sliding all the first aid paraphernalia into her arms, she carelessly deposited it on the table by the TV stand and bent over, opening the small refrigerator.

"You've earned it," she replied, withdrawing two bottles from inside and returning to sit next to him on the bed, passing him one.

Beetlejuice opened his and immediately took a long pull, Pate's fingers tapping idly on the neck of her bottle. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the swath of bandages around his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "Going after the holy water was my idea, and you got hurt and then the water was a total bust."

The beer was cold. That was the best thing that could be said for it, but he chugged it anyway.

"It's okay, baby," he assured her, even as he winced a little, testing the range of motion in it. "Now we know that the church is lying about their holy water and that Rigel is willing to play dirty."

He tipped the beer back, and found it empty. It dawned on him she hadn't had any of hers, and even worse, he'd been so out of it he didn't know how she was doing. A forbidden book, calling two demons, traveling across the country, breaking into a church, being attacked by Dziban . . . he cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt? You need something stronger than this beer that’s so weak it could probably legally drive in some states?"

Her hands were getting cold from holding the beer bottle. She set it on the nightstand and didn't answer right away, mulling over his questions.

Was she okay? Sure, considering the unprecedented turn her life had taken in a very short span of time. After accidentally summoning not one but two demons, she thought she'd handled things rather well. Was she hurt? A little scuffed up maybe, after jumping out of a window onto pavement, but she hardly noticed the minor scrapes and bumps. Which just left the question of what she needed. What did she need?

Pate turned her head to look at him, studying the expectant look on his face, his honey colored eyes and the long lashes. She remembered the way fear had punched her in the gut when she watched him fall to his knees with the hellhound's teeth in him, the fury that had seized her when she all but threw herself into the fray armed with nothing but a flagpole. She swallowed, realizing almost as if for the first time that he was sitting there beside her shirtless. When she was tugging his clothing off him to assess his injury it hadn't even occurred to her, but now the close proximity to his naked torso was sending little shivers down her spine, heat blooming outward from the points of contact between them.

What did she need?

Still saying nothing yet, Pate rose to her feet and moved to stand between his knees, smiling softly when he blinked up at her.

"I think I just need you," she said, hands moving to either side of his face as she leaned down to kiss him.

When she got off the mattress, he figured she was moving to the other bed. Then he was surprised by her nudging his knees apart and stepping in between his legs. When she said she needed him, and went so far as to kiss him, his jaw loosened at the pressure of her mouth on his but he sat dumbly, unsure what to think. His tongue was more responsive, touching hers softly, but after a few moments of soft give and take she pulled back just a bit and he realized he was still holding the beer bottle in one hand.

He dropped it; it landed with a quiet sound on the carpet as he took her waist.

"Pate . . . this is just adrenaline. You don't need to do this . . ." he muttered, wishing he could just pull her down into his lap.

Her smile widened and she hummed appreciatively when his hands found her waist. His hesitation was understandable, considering the disaster she'd made of things the last time they found themselves in bed together. She shook her head once firmly, leaning in to press her lips softly to his forehead, his temple, while one hand curled around his neck to thread her fingers through the hair at his nape, the other lightly scratching the scruff on his jaw with her short, blunt nails.

"I let myself get scared before," she said, pausing to pepper the other side of his face with short, sweet kisses. "But I'm not scared anymore. I want this. I want you." As he had done before, she backed away a bit, giving him some room to think, giving him an out if he wanted it. "Do you?"

Gods, he could drift forever while her fingers scratched his scalp and jaw. Her lips were warm and each place she pressed them it felt like she'd touched him with a flame. His head lolled a little, trying to tag along as her lips left his skin the last time and his shoulder seized up. It made him gasp, but it was exactly at the same time she whispered the three other words he loved to hear so much, and were much more rare, "I want you", so he prayed he played the pain off as surprised desire.

He looked directly up at her, noticing for the first time the green in her eyes.

"How could I not?" he replied breathlessly, pulling her back in closer to him, wanting her bodily against him. "Yes, Pate. I do!"

She giggled when he tugged her in close, her arms winding naturally around his neck as she grinned, chewing softly on her bottom lip. Another shiver of delight went down her back at the chill of his naked chest flush against her. Mindful of his injury she leaned in, kissing a line from the corner of his mouth across his cheekbone to his ear. Taking his earlobe gently between her teeth, she let go after just a moment to whisper,

"Well then what're you waiting for?" hoping it was all the permission he'd need.

Even separated by her clothing he could feel the heat of her. He threw any remaining caution to the wind; she wouldn't be kissing him and --oh gods! -- nipping his ear if she wasn't serious about this. With a playful growl at her compliance, he tightened his hold on her and used his lower center of gravity to twist her off her feet, throwing her to the mattress beside him but leaving her legs draped over his lap. He moved with her and he ended up still chest to chest with her, slightly above because he propped himself up on an elbow while his other hand, the one with the injured shoulder that he actively tried to ignore, slipped up the back of her thigh to her ass to steady her in her precarious, awkward position.

Before she could protest or complain about that, he leaned down and captured her mouth with more vigor than the soft, tentative kisses they'd just shared.

Pate laughed aloud, a bright and enthusiastic sound as he literally swept her off her feet. She bounced once on the springy mattress before he pressed her down into the comforter. She got another tantalizing glimpse of the silver nipple piercings before she lost sight of them as he lowered himself over her, twisting at the waist to face her while her legs lay over his thighs. Even with the barrier of her jeans still between them she sighed and hummed at the feeling when his hand moved up her leg to grasp her butt, her mouth immediately occupied with his. Her lips parted for him, soft sounds escaping her as his tongue slid in, one hand carding through his hair while the other curled around the side of his neck, holding him close.

At the noise she made, a laugh that faded to a soft, needy sigh, he growled again, still playful but tinted with possessiveness. Any beautiful woman who allowed him to bodily move her and was so responsive to his advances kicked him into higher gear, and arousal flooded him. He sucked her tongue, his hand slipped under her shirt to inch its way upward along her ribs to encounter the fabric and underwire of her bra, which he also tried to wiggle his fingertips under. Stymied by its fit, he dragged his fingernails back downward and squeezed her ass before that was too little as well.

Between kisses--her fingers accidentally, slightly pulling his hair when they tried to slip though knots made him gasp, which broke their lip lock--he murmured into her mouth,

“Too much clothing. Let’s get naked.”

Pate shivered again at that throaty, primal sound rumbling from deep in his chest. Warmth pooled in the floor of her pelvis, her hand gliding down his neck, over his collarbone to rest on his chest while the other continued winding in his surprisingly soft hair. She moaned against his mouth, feeling heat prickling when his cool fingers shimmied their way under her shirt to skate up her body.

Her back arched and she moaned louder when his hand slid back down, his nails raking over her skin and causing goosebumps to erupt from her scalp all the way down to her toes it seemed. She felt her fingers catch in his hair, heard him gasp. Panting, she chased his mouth with her own as he drew back, his pupils blown wide and a grin on his face.

At his words, Pate grinned, too, feeling heat in her cheeks.

"Thought you'd never ask," she joked.

He grinned. "Then what're you waiting for?"

But as she struggled to get up and off him to comply, he didn't release her. As a matter of fact, he held her more tightly, just to hear her laugh of protest as she pushed against his chest.

"Watch the nips," he told her, as they were caught under her palms, even though the pressure and slight tug against them sent tendrils of pleasure through his chest. But he softened the warning with a tease, "What's wrong, Pate? Can't get up? I thought you wanted this, but not getting naked after you said you wanted to? That's just downright rude. Do I have to do all the work around here?"

And before she could actually get angry, with a thought all the clothing, sans the satin panties he'd nicked from her, between them disappeared. It was a cheap parlor trick, but it never failed to make people gasp in surprise. It worked but it was on him too; a suddenly naked woman pressed against him and over his lap was not how he'd expected this night to go. He drank in the sight of her hungrily.

Pate couldn't help the tiny exclamation when every scrap of her clothing simply winked out of existence. A flush bloomed in her cheeks, both from the complete exposure to Beetlejuice's eyes and hands and also from the sensation: his skin against hers, cooler but gradually warming as it leeched body heat from her.

Her tongue darted out, swiping across her parted lips as she watched his face, his eyes roving over every bit of her that he could see. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her stomach cutting backflips as she let her hands roam over his chest and shoulders, taking care not to stray too close to the bandages.

She traced the pads of her fingers through the tufts of green hair that dusted his pecs, nibbling on her bottom lip again as she made wide circles around his nipples. The piercings, she could now see, were circular shields shaped like serpents, biting their own tails.

Skin to skin with her made him shudder and moan. Her hands on him, now not corralled by clothing, made his eyes close and him moan obscenely.

His hand wasn't idle. Stretching it too far up her body made his shoulder ache, and too much of that was the exact opposite of what he wanted right now, so he left his hand on her thigh and hip. She'd arched so prettily for him before; he wanted to see her do it again. His fingers brushed across her stomach low enough to brush the thatch of hair at his ultimate goal.

Although her hands were still on his chest, he dipped his head and caught the side of her neck in a kiss that included a little teeth, because he wanted a mark on her skin.

God, how had she never realized before that hearing somebody else moan because of her was so hot? In the past, she'd kept quiet while tending to herself. She'd been relatively quiet thus far. But between his fingertips coming so close to where she most wanted them and his lips and teeth on her neck and the sharp, chilly crush of his nipple piercings against her that sent tiny forks of electricity shooting across her skin, Pate gasped loudly, her eyes fluttering closed while her hands curled reflexively between them, scratching his chest. Her thighs squeezed together in his lap and she turned her head, giving him more room at her neck.

"Mm, Beej . . . baby . . ." she sighed, unable to find any more words than that. For all that he'd called her smart and brainy, just at the moment her mind was swirling in a haze of need and want and desire.

He felt her tremble and the flex of her legs, bringing them together, seeking friction. He knew the feeling, but his cock still trapped behind wine-colored satin gave him some pleasurable ache for the moment.

He chuckled and told her quietly, "That's the exact opposite of what I want, baby. Spread those thighs."

He tapped at her, right on her pubic bone, as if to add weight to the request.

When he laughed she felt it rumble through his chest, vibrating against her. His breath ghosted across the dampened and sensitized skin up the side of her neck and Pate hummed at the tingle that went down her back straight to her crotch. Wriggling one hand from between them to brace against the mattress, she shifted her hips to accommodate his request, though it was difficult to open her legs much due to the position.

She scooted herself back as much as she could to make enough room to bring one leg between them, hooking it around his waist and tugging herself back close to him. Her breathing picked up a bit now that he was between her legs properly, reaching up to thread her fingers through the hair at his temple. Her other hand remained on his chest, stroking lightly in random patterns and shapes, brushing his nipple every other pass or so.

"This more what you had in mind?" she asked, grinning.

Her shifting to get one leg around him was not what he had in mind; it was infinitely better. Her spread legs put her on beautiful display, and immediately, like he was hypnotized, he dropped his hand to her pussy. His fingers slipped easily down through her folds. Christ, he’d forgotten how nice it was to fondle a wet pussy, and he brought his hand back up to his mouth for a taste of her.

He groaned around his own fingers at the flavor of her, and he glanced back up to her face, pupils blown wide.

She moaned and writhed when his fingers finally finally pressed into the wet heat between her thighs, the leg around him jerking as if to pull him in even closer.

"Fuck!" she rasped, one hand grasping at the back of his neck while the other snaked under his arm to clasp at his shoulder blade.

She let out a pitiful whine when she felt his fingers leave her, opening her eyes and watching, riveted, as he brought the slick-coated digits to his mouth, groaning at the taste. Holy shit did she love it when he made that sound, feeling muscles in her nether regions clench in anticipation. Pate swallowed, licking her parted lips.

"Can I have a taste?" she asked.

He winced at the tug on his shoulder; even though it wasn't the injured one it rippled to it. But he ignored it, and at her request, he grinned.

With a quick swipe through her pussy again, he stuck one finger back into his mouth, then offered his digits for her to suck. Even as she opened her mouth and he pressed two into her mouth, however, he leaned in close. When her lips closed on his fingers, he moaned.

She caught the minute pained grimace that crossed his face, quick as thought, and moved her hand from his shoulder further down to the bottom of his ribs. She shivered again when his fingers moved through her folds, sighing deeply when she took his fingers into her mouth.

Smiling around them at the delicious moan that he let out, Pate sucked on his fingers, laving her tongue over the pads, scraping ever-so-slightly with her teeth at the soft skin between his first and second knuckles. She wanted to make him make that sound again. The hand on his side gave his love handle a squeeze while she dragged the other from his neck, over his chest to play with that piercing again, thumbing it gently.

"Oh fuck," Beetlejuice groaned as she put pressure on his fingers. He could only imagine what her mouth would feel like around his cock, which still strained in her panties.

And when Pate squeezed him and gave some attention to his nipple, he gave a full-body shudder.

"How do you want this, baby? Tell me what you want me to do to you?" he gasped, suddenly needy.

The groan, the way he shivered against her, the desperate edge to his voice had her blood racing, scorching hot in her veins. She let his fingers go with a soft pop!, holding his gaze fast as she reached to catch his hand with hers, holding it in place as she pressed her lips to his knuckles while her other hand roamed lower down his body, up and over his hip, scratching and kneading at the small of his back, watching his eyelashes flutter so beautifully, his mouth dropping slightly open.

Her fingers met scratchy lace and smooth satin and she grinned, copying his move from before and working her fingers under the elastic band to tease at the top of one ass cheek. Craning her neck to kiss his slackened mouth, Pate pressed her forehead against his cheek.

"I want you inside me, baby," she murmured. "Tongue, fingers, cock, whichever you want, but I need you, Beej. Please."

He panted, not out of necessity, but because that was what breathers expected and it conveyed his deep need. Her fingers were sinful and when she snapped the elastic of her own underwear, he jerked forward. He could feel the damp patch on the satin and he could drive nails with his cock it was so hard.

She said she wanted it all; he wanted it all, and all at once. Without further ado, he slipped his hand back to her pussy, still wet from spit, and he didn't hesitate to slip one finger inside her, while applying steady pressure on her clit with the meat of his palm.

Pate arched up against him, letting her head drop back against the mattress with a moan as his finger entered her. When he pressed down against her clit with the flat of his palm her eyes squeezed shut and she hissed through her teeth at the crackling pleasure radiating outward from her pussy. Her hips jerked upward against his hand, her own hands raking across his chest and further down to give his ass an encouraging squeeze.

She was melting, it seemed, but it felt so wonderful, so perfect. She breathed his name, careful to limit herself to her chosen nickname for him.

"That good, baby? That's just one finger, and your pussy's so tight," he growled, then yelped a little at the scratches she gave him. Her hand on his ass made him gasp; she pulled so many noises from him, including another moan at his name from her lips.

He dipped his head to plant a sloppy kiss on her chest, then nipped the spot. He did not remove his finger, but curled it up into her, maintaining that pressure on her clit.

He was going to need to get out of these panties and fast, or the friction of them was going to make him jizz before he was ready!

She bucked harder under him as his finger moved inside her.

"Ah! Beej, oh, fuck!" With his head lowered to her chest, worrying the flesh between his teeth, his tongue lapping at the mark, she rubbed her cheek against the crown of his head, first one and then the other letting out soft whimpers as she did.

"What . . ." she gasped, a thought occurring to her. "What about you?"

To emphasize her point, the hand on his ass moved upward, dragging her nails against him while she bent her knee to trace her heel up his hamstring.

Hooking her leg up higher gave him freer access between her thighs. What about him? He still wanted it all, and nothing was moving quickly enough.

Without a word of warning he removed his hand and bodily swung her into a less awkward position on the bed, onto her back, smiling at her gasp of surprise. He went between her legs and now, with more freedom of movement, pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. He rolled it between his teeth until it was tight, then he nipped his way down her body, looking up at her occasionally to make sure she was fine with it all, before settling between her thighs.

Her pussy was wet and inviting, and he flicked his eyes up to hers, holding them as he dragged his tongue upward through her heat. The tip of his tongue found the nub of her clit, and he lapped it softly, learning what she liked best.

Pate gasped in surprise and excitement when he jostled her to a new position, keening when his mouth found one of her nipples and teased it to hardness with his teeth. She dipped her chin to watch him, chewing on her own lip as he left a trail of soft, tantalizing bites down her torso. Between him locking eyes with her as his tongue dipped into her folds and the ripple of pleasure that clenched in her gut as he licked at the sensitive nerve bundle a loud moan was pulled from her throat. Her fingers twisted in the bedspread as her mouth fell open, but she didn't look away from him.

She had offered him his choice of what to fuck her with, and she was thrilled but not surprised to see that he'd evidently decided to go with all three.

Oh fuck the taste of her made him drool. Beetlejuice sucked her clit, then licked her from top to bottom, then repeated the sequence. He slipped his tongue into her, but fingers were better for that, so he focused on her clit while he put two fingers into her cunt. He watched her throw her head back at the double stimulation, then let his own eyes fall shut as he continued.

Focusing on her helped make him ignore the ache in his own groin, but his hips couldn't stop from rutting into the bedspread. It wasn't perfect, but it did give him some friction that his cock was so desperately demanding. He wanted to make her come, however, so he kept up what he was doing as her voice hitched higher and her thighs started to tremble.

Pressure was building between her legs, her head tossing side to side as Beetlejuice fingerfucked her with gusto, his tongue lavishing her clit with unwavering attention. She tried not to actively hump his face, the stubble on his chin and cheeks scraping against her in a way that only accelerated her approaching climax. She gasped and moaned wantonly, one hand now squeezing at her own breast in time with his thrusting fingers while the other reached down, fumbling, to bury in Beej's hair.

"Beej, I'm, mmmmm! I'm so close, baby," she whined.

"Then come for me, baby," he whispered in her ear, while his mouth was occupied.

His voice, husky and rich and so close to her ear, was all it took to tip her over the edge.

Pate came with a cry, her core muscles tightening and raising her slightly off the bed while her thighs pressed Beetlejuice's head between them. Like a breaking wave, pleasure crashed over her in an undulating tide that seemed to drag her out of her own body for a moment before she came back to herself, leaving behind a fuzzy, bubbly warmth that traveled up her back and made her shiver as she panted, lying flat against the mattress again to catch her breath, feeling Beej's fingers still buried in her pussy, his licking slowed but not stopped as she rode out her orgasm.

Her head rolled to one side, a lazy smile on her face as she caught his glittering golden eyes.

Her cry and her thighs capturing his head made him grin. The tightening of her pussy, awash with wetness, made him continue to lap at her as she enjoyed her pleasure. Not until she relaxed and was able to look at him again did he stop, easing his fingers out of her and giving her one last quick swipe with his tongue just to feel her jump again. Then he sat back with a grin on his face as he wiped a little of the wetness off his face and beard.

"That was hot as fuck, sugar," he praised.

There was a sheen of sweat on her skin, she could feel it, but it didn't stop him from looking at her like he was a starving man before a banquet table. Pate laughed softly, tousling her damp hair before sitting up, her muscles already burning pleasantly with exertion.

"That felt hot as fuck, Love Bug," she teased back, crooking her finger at him much the way he had curled his own in her cunt a short while ago. "C'mere and let me love on you now."

He raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"Sounds good, baby."

Pressing kisses to random spots on her body as he went, Beetlejuice slowly climbed back onto the mattress on top of her. When she could reach, Pate swept both hands up his arms, from wrists to shoulders, though she was still careful of his injury before cupping his face with one and slipping the other around him.

"You made me feel so good, Bug," she cooed when his face was again level with hers, lifting her head to kiss him wherever she could, sweeping one hand through his hair, tugging gently on the silky strands that had turned a brilliant hot pink. "I wanna make you feel good."

Her other hand she smoothed down the curve of his spine, taking her time to scratch little circles between his shoulder blades, over the back of his ribs and his hip until she caught the elastic waistband of her underwear once more.

"As good as these look on you, they'd look better on the floor."

"I'm glad you liked them," Beetlejuice groaned with a smile as she caught her panties in her fingers. "They might not, uh, fit you well any more, though. Sorry babe. We'll get some others."

He lifted his hips to help her shimmy them off. His cock thanked her for so many reasons.

Pate raised an eyebrow archly at him, but couldn't hold it for long before a grin split her face. She was anxious to feel him, to touch him there, she'd come so close before she was desperate to go all the way now. Reaching for him she pulled him down to her, her arms coming around his neck as she kissed him deeply, rolling them both slightly to their sides while their legs tangled together. She sighed through her nose at the feel of his erect member against her abdomen, snaking one hand down his front, dragging her nails lightly down his chest, across the softness of his stomach, heading south to take his shaft in a loose grip.

With her tongue in his mouth he moaned in his throat instead as her fingernails scratched down his front to her hand’s final destination: his throbbing cock. Embarrassingly, he’d have rutted against her stomach if she hadn’t; the constriction of her panties had been nice and then frustrating, and her loose grip on him made him tremble and only want more.

“Please, Pate,” he begged shamelessly between bouts of capturing her mouth. “I want--I wanna--please!”

He was inarticulate and needy, pressed so tightly against her warm body. Her nipples were hard nubs against his chest, his were erect because she’d inadvertently rubbed against his piercings, she was only lightly holding his cock, and she didn’t know it, but she also held all the cards here. A sudden, horrible thought occurred to him. Desperately, he blurted,

“Pate, baby--remember I told you it wasn’t smart to cocktease a demon? Fucking--don’t do that, don’t do that to me, baby, please, please--” He broke himself off with an involuntary thrust of his hips.

He was so beautiful it physically ached, their bodies flush together, needy open-mouthed kisses to whatever bit of skin they happened to land on. All his little sounds sent bolts of warmth shooting through her, from the center of her chest to her throbbing pussy.

To hear him plead and beg, this specter, this demon, this being whose power she couldn't even fully fathom, for him to think she could deny him anything was heartbreaking. But after their last failed foray into intimacy, why shouldn't he worry? Catching the back of his neck with her free hand Pate tugged his face to hers for a quick, fierce kiss, pumping her loose fist up and down his hard cock.

"Of course not, sweetheart," she promised. "Go ahead, Beej. I want you to."

Hoping the gesture would convince him where words might not, she extricated one of her legs from between his and wrapped it around his hips, pressing her pelvis invitingly forward against him.

He almost sobbed at her promise, and her lifting her leg to drape around him. This position, side by side, was a little awkward but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. His injured shoulder protested as he wriggled that arm between them. He ignored it. He slipped his fingers through her pussy again, a little to make her squeal and a little more to figure out exactly where he needed to be, then he shook her hand off him--that was so difficult!--and grabbed himself by the base of his cock.

With a little shifting and a little mutual coordination, he managed to finally slip into her pussy.

The sweet sensation of it made him shudder. She made some noise too, but there was a ringing in his ears that made it impossible for him to tell exactly what it was. He gave a small thrust of his hips, entering her a little deeper, and couldn’t help but try it again with a larger movement.

That was a mistake. Their position didn’t allow for either as deep as he was driven to do, or much movement, and that would never do. Not this time. Maybe this was her favorite position, and he was failing her test. Still, he said in a choked voice,

“New plan. On your back, baby. Please?”

She hurried to do as he asked, which gave him some relief. From his knees, he dragged his gaze up her body, drinking in the sight of her, before settling between her legs. This was much better. He was still pressed against her, could still kiss her, and with only minor adjustment this time, he smoothly rocked forward and his cock filled her pussy with ease.

He bit his lower lip as molten heat engulfed him. She was divine. He thrust into her, and pulled back, creating the most delicious friction. She cried out too, that beautiful sound, and her hands gripped him tightly where they held, on his hips and ass. Pleasure built in his gut, he moaned her name, he tried to kiss her but that was too much, too many nerve-endings, it was going to overwhelm him and he was going to--

--the ache in his shoulder suddenly flared into a blistering tsunami of pain. He’d been holding himself up with a rigid arm and immediately dropped to his elbow on that side, but that only made the pain move like some sadistic parasite under his skin. His cries of pleasure took a turn south and he had to stop, no matter how much Pate’s hips continued to rock up towards him, no matter how her own cries faltered at the realization something was wrong.

Shooting stars seemed to burst behind her eyes when she felt him slide into her, her arms wrapping as far around him as she could when he trembled against her at the shared sensation. Pate bit down on her lip at the burn as he stretched her, sighing as she gradually relaxed around his girth. It was so foreign at first, the feeling of his length inside her, but when he began to move she moaned into the side of his neck.

It wasn't the ideal position, so she was only too happy to oblige his request to change it up, grinning at him as he moved to reposition himself and pressed into her pulsating heat again. Her eyes shut and her mouth opened, falling back against the bed as he set the pace, a notch above slow and sensual but softer than outright rutting. It felt like a spring was coiling in her pelvis, tighter and tighter as he continued to thrust and moan and sigh her name, his lips finding hers in a sloppy, fleeting kiss.

Her hands weren't idle, skating up his neck to hold his face, into his hair, down his back, petting, stroking, squeezing. His moans choked off into a hiss and he stilled between her legs and collapsed atop her, his arm folding under him. It took her a beat to realize he hadn't finished, that his face was contorted in pain not pleasure.

"Shit, Beej!" she gasped, her breathing still elevated. "Baby, are you okay?"

He wanted nothing more than to continue; he should be able to power through the pain, but he simply couldn't.

"I'm sorry, baby!" he apologized into the side of her neck. It made him ashamed that he couldn't even look her in the face too, but to admit a demon couldn't perform because he hurt was too embarrassing. "I can't . . . this position isn't . . . I mean, I like it, I love it, you feel so fucking amazing, but . . . my shoulder . . ."

His voice dropped to a near inaudible whisper as he confessed the problem.

Pate wrapped her arms around his head and neck, pressing kisses into his hair while she shushed him softly.

"You don't have to apologize, Bug," she cooed reassuringly. "I didn't think about that, I'm sorry." She continued to pet his hair while she thought, pecking his temple and saying, "Sit up, baby. Let's try something else."

He nodded against her, gasping when he pulled out of her and balanced himself on his knees and one hand.

A mournful moan tried to work its way out of her at the feeling of absence, but she ignored it and made sure Beetlejuice was comfortably seated, his legs stretched out in front of him. He wore an uncertain expression, as if he had doubts about her intentions, but the tension left his face when she crawled over to him on her knees and straddled his waist, keeping a light hand on his good shoulder to keep her balance.

Reaching between them, she found his cock again, still slick from being inside her twice already, and guided it once more to her entrance. Pate sighed through parted lips as she lowered herself down until seated on his thighs, feeling him shudder against her again. She folded her legs around his lower back, her hands coming to rest on his chest so she could scratch her nails soothingly through the patch of hair there.

"How's that, baby? Will this be okay?"

He let her manipulate him into whatever position she wanted, although it surprised him it simply wasn’t doggy style. He figured since he’d failed fucking her in two different positions, though, that she’d take matters into her own hands.

What he didn’t expect was this new position, no pressure at all on his shoulder, facing her so he could see and kiss her, her legs wrapped around him, her seated so snugly in the cradle of his pelvis and his cock so deep inside her that he knew now he wasn’t going to last long.

He tested moving. There wasn’t much, but he didn’t mind it. Her pussy was still hot and tight around his cock, and being able to gently lean forward to find her mouth was an unexpected but wonderful bonus. From her gasps, Pate didn’t seem to mind that there was very little actual fucking either. Her fingers scratched sweet lines on his chest and he moaned. He wasn’t sure what the limitations of this new position were, but he should do something for her, because in another twenty seconds or so he was going to lose it.

“Could you, could you lay back?” he asked in a rush. “This is good, this is great, but I’d love to be able to finger your clit too, to make you feel good, baby. If you want. Only if you want! This feels so good, gods I love this--”

If his moans and the rocking of his hips were any indicator, Beetlejuice seemed to take a liking to her suggested arrangement. The actual sex part was largely relegated to simply rocking against one another, but the trade-off was that both their hands were free to explore one another's bodies.

She sighed against his lips when he kissed her, tracing whorls in his chest hair and around and over his nipple piercings, leaning in to kiss up and down his neck, feeling the vibrations in her ribcage when he moaned. She blinked, his words taking a moment to break through the fog of pleasure clouding her brain, but then she smiled.

"Anything for you, Love Bug," she purred, giving him another peck on the lips before leaning back to lay over the top of his legs, her own still wrapped around his waist.

Her compliance gave him a different sort of thrill; someone trusted and liked him enough to agree! He kissed her feverishly before she eased herself backwards to lay over his legs.

"Gods, you're fucking beautiful," he breathed, drinking the sight of her in.

The position arched her back a little, and her tits jiggled. He loved seeing her hip bones. And now he had access to her pussy, and the sight of the two of them, joined . . . he groaned. It was too much. All of this was too much.

After licking his fingers, he dropped his hand to her clit to rub it lightly. She bucked towards him, just a little at the pressure he applied, and he came undone.

Beetlejuice grabbed her thigh with the hand not already occupied as he climaxed. He couldn't keep his eyes open and he keened as he came inside her.

As he drifted back from the waves of pleasure, it occurred to him he should've asked if that was okay; he should have known her preference, and guilt immediately nipped the heels of the lingering bliss.

Still sensitive from having come once already, Pate gasped and moaned at the gentle touch of his fingers against her clit, her hips jerking reflexively into him. She felt the muscles in his legs tense under her, his free hand grasping desperately and landing on her thigh as he finally came himself. It was breathtaking to behold, his eyes shut, his mouth agape as a loud, needful sound forced its way out.

The feel of his cock twitching inside her, pumping her full; the feather-light press of his fingers against her clit, the blissed-out look on his face as he rode out his release, it all combined, twisting the spring tighter and tighter in her pelvis until, with a harsh gasp and a cry, she came again as well, her hands fumbling for something to hold onto, gripping the outside of his thigh, twining her fingers into his hand still resting on her leg. Her muscles all relaxed in the post-orgasm come down, feeling like she was sinking into the mattress, her chest heaving for breath. She curled her fingers with his.

Beetlejuice managed to pry his eyes open just as Pate was coming down from her own peak. He was happy he made her feel so good. She was gorgeous splayed out in before him, and her reaching for and holding his hand made a sweeter connection than the sex they’d just shared. The last residual pulses of pleasure wound down, and he squeezed her hand.

"Want help back up, baby?” he asked quietly. It couldn’t be super comfortable in that position, laying back against his legs, and he told her so. “I love seeing you like that, but you’re gonna be sore if you fall asleep like that.”

Pate chuckled tiredly, feeling her heartbeat and breathing returning to normal even as the last flutters of orgasm thrummed through her, leaving her satiated, content, and sleepy. Truth be told, she was starting to feel the strain in her back and her hips so she nodded with an agreeable hum, tightening her hand around his and giving his thigh one last squeeze before letting go to reach for him.

"If you don't mind," she giggled. "Don't strain your shoulder, though."

He helped her sit up, using only one arm at her insistence. Back upright and pressed against him again, he stole another deep kiss before she moved off him completely. She left a smear of wet on his thigh, but that was only fair.

He flopped back onto the bed, yelped because he'd managed to forget about his shoulder injury for a hot second, and went back to his side.

"What now? Room service? Crappy TV? Gonna take a shower? Or do you just wanna sleep, baby?" he asked, peppering her with questions. He felt lazy and sated.

Pate sat where she was and didn't answer right away, grinning at him as he rattled off suggestions. She raised herself onto all fours and crawled to him, fitting herself snuggly against him with a long sigh.

"You had me at sleep," she mumbled, nuzzling her face into the hollow of his throat and pressing a few small, warm kisses there. "Will you be ok? Like this?"

She made a vague gesture down their bodies, still nude.

"Should I throw something back on?" She didn't want to drop off and leave him in distress, but she also didn't want to move to the other bed.

"Wanna be close to you," she breathed, finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.

"You think I'm gonna turn down being next to a naked woman in a bed that smells like sex? You don't know me very well, baby," he teased.

He did, however, move away to turn the lights off, and helped her under the blankets before joining her again. She was very warm, countering his chill, and he sighed as she snuggled against him. He watched over her as she fell asleep, and then let himself drift in the dark too, feeling content.

tbc

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thoughts about spook 65

...Although, it’s more like a stream of consciousness commentary. I try and fail not to make this too long as usual, so warning long post ahead.

Summary: Aidairo leaves us on that cliffhanger by giving us a break with tension-breaker Kou with his caring friends, more Mitsukou, and then dun dun dun they encounter a Wild Comic Relief of Universal Proportions Natsuhiko (poor fish and tarantula I hope they got back safe) and apparently Natsuhiko wants to capture No.6 like he’s the rarest pokemon of all and might have the secret key to the immortality fountain?? Will we ever know more about these mysterious man stay tuned next month. And oh yeah also No.6 always wanted to throw Aoi into the hole to rot away because he’s also a necromancer. Just great and swell here folks, don’t know how Nene and Akane are faring ~

whaaww Kou’s feeling really overwhelmed I mean this is a lot for like what a 13 year old boy

LMAO IS HE WIPING THE MOKKE OR DID HE READY A KERCHIEF FOR NENE

‘Teru-nii hasn’t been home recently’ -- hmmmmm? What’s he up to? Is he out on a journey to exorcise bigger fish out there?

...Or it could be just a field trip lmao

lol. out of context -- 👀

(I love that white-black juxtaposition between the two of them)

AWW WHAT GOOD BOIS

KOU HAS SUCH GOOD FRIENDS I’M MELTING HEREEEEE

ahahahahaha ofc Satou sugarboy here has his priorities right. ‘Get sweet drinks and sweets for us you simp’

awwww

I love it, we’re getting outside perspective from the supportive side characters. It’s the Arc for no1 Supportive Side Character Ao-chan after all!

ooooooohhhhh Satou’s the observant one here. Starting to love him now~

what a cheerful sandboy Yokoo is holding that carrot

oyo it’s Mitsuba but I’m just distracted wondering if those plants on the left side are mimosa plants, le touch-me-not

LMAO

MITSUBA YOU NEVER HOLD BACK

omg you just popped right outta the mirror like that. I would have screamed and flung my hands everywhere. Kou you have nerves of steel or in this case your brain is a steelwool scrubber right now

Yeah man that’s his job your man’s a ghost in case you forgot

AWW HE’S ALSO CONCERNED

MITSUBA DOING THE BLESSED WORK AROUND HERE HE JUST OUTRIGHT ASKED KOU WHAT’S UP

LMAO KOU

It is unbelievable to him since Mitsuba has always been such a prickly tsun before he’s probably never shown much common decency let alone common friend interaction like showing concern esp since Kou to him is a blokehead

Awww, Kou

(oh? oh? what was his wish again exactly, to be friends or for him to be human somehow?

and lmao Kou is going doki-doki when Mitsuba for the first time ever asks if he’s okay)

Aww, Mitsuba misses his Daikon-senpai, this is too cute guys I--

Nene your fantasy came true Mitsuba’s looking for you like a lost puppy

LMAO HANAKO IS THE BAD FRIEND IM SCREMINH BUT KOU HONEY YOU’RE RIGHT HE FIGHTS BEATS STABS PEOPLE UP AND INTRODUCES YOU TO PORN AND EVEN GOES YANDERE FOR AN ARC

really. why am I so intrigued Teru is gone. Where did he go. There must be a story somewhere.

oh whoa there goes Kou acting all otome ML again (callback to Hanako wanting Nene’s wish to come true too with the shoulder-clutching?)

HAHAHAHA YEAH HE DIDN’T LISTEN AT ALL. THIS SIMP. YOUR BI HIMBO. YOUR MORON.

Mitsuba’s face is sending me I swear

Yes Mitsuba he deserves that kick to the arse. Teach him to listen to you

There we go again~~ *Kou otome ML move count: 2*

A scream??? COULD IT BE---

BUGS AND TRASH PLS PLS BE OKAY

wow Mitsuba just suited up. our two superheroes on the move

AAAAAAAAAA

IT’S A FISH???? WHOSE LEGS ARE THOU TOO LONG?? DON’T TELL ME IT’S NATSUHIKO

also lmao these phat daikon arms. And these rando fish are all so cute. Look at this guy on the right. So smooth and chill like a seal

Ya jeez more and more apparitions are showing up y’all it’s becoming a yokai manga (I’m not complaining I love them all.)

Oh that dramatic foot in a spotlight, Natsuhiko you dramatic hoe, it’s you I’d know you anywhere (jokes aside I saw that Sailor Moon edit of him so)

HAHAH THE FISH LOOKS SO HAPPY. PEAK COMEDY THAT FOOT SILENTLY SLIPPING OUT OF SIGHT I--

HONESTLY HOW DOES NATSUHIKO KEEP GETTING INTO THESE SITUATIONS

Good shonen boy Kou finally jumping into action to the rescue, because god knows without Hanako around there’s no one to do the saving of damsels in distress around here

‘I want to join too’ -- AWWW LOL THIS IS SO CUTE

and off they go bullying a fish like it’s a game, so sad I liked that whalefrogfish

is it ded. rip.

oh wow Natsu you kissed fish gullet, look how red your face is wow. Also you really shouldn’t think that you’re too funny to let die. You survived being thrown into Nowhere, you’ll survive fish llke Jonah did. But fr did Sakura throw you into a fish trash pit or smth

LOL OH YEAH KOU DOESN’T KNOW AND YEAH HE IS THE NO1 AIRHEAD FOR MITSUBA NOT KOU LOL

OHMYGOD HE DID A DRAMATIC SELF-INTRODUCTION WITH THE FLASH STEP AND ALL I LOVE U YOU DORK. YOU HUGE SHONEN DORK OF INDESTRUSCTIBLE COMIC RELIEF PROPORTIONS

ohmygod he called himself an Onii-san. He wants Kou to call him Onii-san. I am crying. Teru come back your lil bro’s being propositioned (w hA T a tiME for YoU TO Be GonE eH)

HAHAH THAT IDOL POSE. NO WONDER SAILOR MOON I AM DECEASED

KOU BABY IS SUSPICIOUS IM CRYING YES AS YOU SHOULD BE HUN (that font is just perfect *chef’s kiss*)

Natsuhiko just awkwardly perched there in the background

Touchy touchy LOL MITSUBA YOU SAID WHAT I THOUGHT

and yikes Natsuhiko’s pulling the same moves as Nene to gain kouhais lolol, aaah I’m starting to see similarities between them

HAHAH OMG *Kou otome ML move count: 3*

ooh what a shady guy. Natsu what do u know tell us tell us tell us

omg y u like this. whY do you sound so threatening now. I take it back you’re not harmless

W H A T

Natsuhiko do you mean to tell me you’re immortal????? Is that why you survive all these ridiculous levels of eldritch horror????

Fml he really looks like a vampire in that lighting. Esp since I can like see all his individual teeth what on earth is this level of detail Aidairo for once Natsuhiko looks like the cool mysterious guy he was meant to be

Just realised he has like a dyed hair thing going on kinda like Tsuchigomori. Don’t tell me. Natsuhiko are you Tsuchigomori’s secret love child.

‘There’s a bad energy coming from here’ --- pFFFT. He sounds like he’s trying to be a fengshui expert now. A conman

hmmmm??? Oh that wasn’t a phone?? what is that it’s an onsen...?

wait that is probably a phone nvm. I’m just jumping at every little detail like 👀

so huh I’m assuming Tsukasa can’t handle no6 on his own either, so....or possibly Natsuhiko is acting on his own??

Ooh cool blankets, everyone has different flowers!! (*squints* no stop you can’t go looking for flower meanings everywhere)

And yes that’s a phone. Naatsuhiko just canonically has an onsen symbol phonecase just to show he’s a Chill Bro

lol Mitsuba i don’t think you need to worry you’re not a whole soul anymore

D’AWWWW LOOK AT ALL THOSE LITTLE CUTIES (sheep, elephant, bunnies (multiple), rubber duckling)

You. Natsuhiko. You’re the one most like a cat.

omg what a braggart. what a chest-thumping man u are Natsu-senpai

OMG KOU NOOO WE WERE MAKING PROGRESS HE TAMED YOU ANYWAY

hahahahha I’m crying. Even Natsuhiko’s conscience is touched by Kou’s trusting naivete I can’t

oh my god. but thank god Teru-nii still comes first he still hasn’t completely seduced you over to the dark side just yet

awwww, Kou. Awww. He really, really wants to do his best to save them all. I--

Aw yay Natsu is touched to the point he’ll help!! Hopefully he wasn’t lying!! I hope there isn’t a sacrifice involved-

oh???

Onix (srsly I really love all the lotuses everywhere. really going Buddhist symbology there)

look at dat foot. it go.

oh!! we’re fresh at the battlescene!!

!!!!!!

IT’S ALIVEEEE

I guess these guys are too useful to let rot in the trashpit eh

?? For one moment I thought we were looking down into the trashpit at our missing 4 lmao. But why. No 6 you’re coming off as ...naturally innocent??? Dang. Let this cutie rest

I’m genuinely curious how on earth this no 6 is not a god on his own. (It’s funny to me that I’m coincidentally writing about a god like this as well at the same time.) How does he rank equal to the others. How is Hanako even his boss have they ever met before I demand a full show of Hanako’s powers one day. We’re not even sure what his boundary is. Or is it that he only has the power of life and death on those in his boundary?

(edit: just realised that if Tsukasa is behind Natsuhiko then no6 is basically Tsukasa’s dream power - necromancy. He could build all the Frankensteins his little heart ever wanted)

oof there go the minions. I love how they have little buds on their heads. Every minion of his is ‘living’! And they’re like the first with individuality I’ve seen...?

oh he thinks Aoi did this purposely? Pfft she got dragged in there

juijuirjfuerjcjkekerjckdediejdiedmwec. I am so worried. But fr this one panel of Aoi is so beautiful.

Huh the hole is a starburst shape? 6 points hmm --oh wait im dumb it’s closing up oh no

LOL KEIKAKU DOORI

But shiet really how did he see to that. By giving her power over those specific bugs?? Planting info of that hole in her?

IM SCREAMING THAT’S THE END OF IT THAT’S IT TILL NEXT MONTH

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #jshk manga #jshk spoilers #jshk 65 #tbhk #mostly #hyuuga natsuhiko #minamoto kou #mitsuba sousuke #shinigami jshk

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