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Hello! So I wanted to do a little fic challenge for myself and write some short one-shots for Chucky & Tiffany. I thought this could be a fun exercise and something interesting for people to read. Also, I just want more Chiffany content of any kind. Each day of October, starting on the 1st, I will post a prompt. If there are any other authors who want to do this, please do! You don't have to follow the list I have. For anyone who does their own thing with this, please also let me know because I'll be super excited to read it!!!

The list is as follows:
1. No Touching
2. Phone Sex
3. Lingerie [ has 2 parts, so it will have 2 chapters]
4. Sensory Deprivation
5. Massage
6. Period sex
7. Cockwarming
8. Marking
9. Orgasm Denial
10. Shower/tub Sex
11. Bondage
12. Impact Play
13. Temperature Control
14. In Public
15. Under The Influence
16. Threesome
17. Breeding
18. Face Fucking
19. Breathplay
20. Hate Sex*
21. Knife (and/or belonephilia) / Gun Play*
22. Possession / Ownership
23. Heirophilia
24. Mirror Sex
25. Nipple play
26. Mutual Masturbation
27. Gagging
28. Sex Toys
29. Pegging
30. Hair Pulling
31. Body Worship

*THESE PROMPTS WILL HAVE TRIGGER WARNINGS. I don't write anything too extreme, but out of courtesy, I will forewarn you all that you might want to be mindful before reading specific prompts. When I get to these chapters, I'll give a list of what to avoid.

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Tiffany was in a particular mood tonight, so how could he refuse her when she offered such a deliciously fun idea?

It started at their tiny kitchen table in their tiny apartment. Like any other night, she was in something short and tight, Chucky had to touch her in some way,- be that a hand on her thigh, their knees bumping together, or him literally moving his chair next to hers so he could keep an arm around her shoulders as he looked down at her cleavage- and they discussed whatever the hell came to mind. They were having a casual conversation during dinner when one thing lead to another and then Tiffany was standing over Chucky, her fingernail lifting his chin up to her as he gripped her waist and they looked into each other’s eyes.

She proposed to him a test of sorts. How long could Tiffany tease and touch Chucky, who wasn’t allowed to touch her back, before he couldn't take it anymore? According to him, his endurance would surprise her, but she didn’t believe him for a second. In all seriousness, she just loved messing with Chucky until he was so riled up that he went insane with need.

“What d’ya got in mind, Tiff?”

“I wanna see how far I can bend you before you snap.”

“I like the sounds of that.” His hands tightened around her, pulling her body closer. “And the angle?”

“Angle?” She said with a tilt of her head.

“C’mon, Tiff, don’t play dumb. There’s always an angle, especially when it’s your idea.”

“Alright, you got me. I get to do whatever I please,” she paused to take his hands off her waist before holding his face in her own and leaning forward, “but you can’t lay a finger on me unless I say otherwise.”

"What kind of fuckin reverse chastity oath is that?"

"Oh, stop that. It'll have a good payoff, I promise."

Chucky’s eyes narrowed at the thought. In general, he was a very hands-on person, even with his preferred methods of murder. But when Tiffany was involved? How could he resist touching her? The man could wear a shock collar that went off any time they made contact, and he’d like it. Nothing could keep him away from that vixen, she was too perfect. However, Chucky always liked a challenge, and would never compromise his pride.

Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned back in his seat. “Doesn’t sound too tough.”

“Yeah? Why don’t we do a practice round?”

In an instant his mouth was covered by her waxy pink lips, transferring smudges of color between the two. A hand went up to brush through her hair, like a compulsive act, but Chucky quickly took it away when he remembered the rule. He felt Tiffany smile against his lips as if reading his mind. Then she sat across his lap and Chucky reluctantly held the legs of his seat. She broke the kiss with a giggle.

“What a good boy you are! If you behave, I might let you hold me.”

"And what if I don't?"

He always had to be difficult.

"Then you'll have to wait even longer, so don't test your luck."

"What if I wanna say 'fuck it' and just grab ya and fuck you senseless?"

She'd be telling a half-truth if she said that wasn't the desired end result. As Chucky had done to Tiffany many times before, she had a firm grip on the hair at the back of his head and pulled it back tightly.

"There'll be hell to pay."

"Sounds like a good time to me."

With a roll of her eyes, Tiffany scoffed and stood once more. Chucky was such a little shit, she thought. A pointed finger directed his gaze to the small stiff couch in the other room.

"Go sit on the couch, it'll be more comfortable."

"You mean I don't get to do what they do in the movies and toss everything off the table before throwin you on it?"

"Shut up, Chucky."

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Tiffany made Chucky get up and walked him to the chair. She shoved him down and he looked up at her with a stupid evil grin.

"Now sit down and keep your mouth shut. You're only gonna stall things if you keep talking."

"Someone's boss-"

Having had enough of Chucky's mouth, she covered it up with her hand. His eyes expressed he was a little entertained by her impatience with him. He liked getting under her skin in every sense. Tiffany moved her hand to drag her thumb across his bottom lip and his lips parted slightly as her nails traced his face. The look on his face turned to shock when she took the opportunity to put a finger in his mouth. Chucky's head flinched back a bit then relaxed. Usually, his fingers were in Tiffany's mouth, she was switching things up. He loved how she was always full of surprises.

After a second finger was added, Tiffany began to thrust her fingers in his mouth. When Chucky did it to her, he'd more often than not end up replacing his fingers with his cock. But this was Tiffany's fingers and he wasn't supposed to be touching her, which is why he tried to nonchalantly death grip the seat cushions beneath him. Nothing major was happening, but he couldn't deny that it turned him on incredibly. Maybe Tiffany was right about a good payoff in the near future.

A nail poked the back of his throat, causing him to cough a bit, and Tiffany pulled her hand back.

"Did I hurt you?!"

"No, Tiff," he cleared his throat, "it's all good."

"I'm sorry, sometimes I forget how long my nails are."

"Babe, don't worry about it. Just go back to what you were doin."

Her hand was in his, yet she didn't scold him for it. Chucky took her fingers back into his mouth and let his hands drop down by his sides again, waiting for Tiffany to resume. She almost considered saying 'fuck it' herself. Almost. A bigger part of her still wanted to see how far Chucky could bend.

Being on the receiving end of this gesture definitely created a new dynamic between them. Chucky bit her finger, causing Tiffany to gasp in shock which turned into a fit of laughter. She must have liked it because the next thing he knew, she was straddling his lap. Taking his hands in hers, she placed them around her body so Chucky was cradling her in his arms.

"Looks like you're not too tough to please, Tiff. Thought you were gonna make me wait a while."

"Well, I can definitely backtrack, change it to absolutely no contact, and get up right now."

His arms tightened around her, "But that wouldn't be much fun."

"Exactly."

Her mouth was on his again. She bit and sucked on his lips and down his neck, nails raking down flesh and through his scalp while he had to sit there and just take it. He kept himself grounded with one had firmly gripped her ass as she kept going.

Chucky was drunk enough on her that his arms loosened up and Tiffany was able to kneel in front of him. Almost to the payoff. Pants were discarded, shirt lifted, and his cock in her hand. It was a beautiful sight for a beautiful woman like his to treat him this way. The only thing that could make it better is if he could fucking touch her, but Tiffany kept smacking away his hands with that adorable maniacal laugh of hers.

"You're a fuckin brat. Just fuckin fuck me already, Tiff."

She ignored him with a smile. Her hand went up and down his shaft at an agonizing pace and held his hips down with the other. At least he could feel her nails digging into his skin, providing little relief. It just wasn't enough.

Then she changed her actions. Her tongue would drag up his length or sometimes her mouth would close around his head. It took a lot not to shamelessly throat fuck her into next week. She'd be pissed if he did, anyways. Tiffany liked being his whore, but enjoyed getting treated like a lady more.

His breathing was rugged and occasionally cut off by moans or words of praise that he hoped would change Tiffany's mind about the no-touching rule. But what raised the stakes and made things all the more difficult was that she took off all of her clothes and was only clad in lingerie before him. Chucky was now the one rolling his eyes.

"What is it?"

"I fuckin hate you."

"Aw, I love you too!"

"Sure as hell don't act like it."

He was so bitter she had to hold back a laugh. Tiffany wanted to tease him by keeping herself propped right above his cock to where the tip is just barely grazing her entrance. At the same time, keeping her parted lips a sliver away from his so he can feel her hot breath but not get to touch them. Ever so softly grazing her fingertips up his neck and into his hair. Once she had a good grip, she tugged slowly on his hair as her lips meet his, and sank down onto him simultaneously, drawing it out so she could feel him shudder through the whole movement.

His hands held her hips and she immediately held them up.

“Hey,” her voice stern. “If you can’t follow directions, then we won’t play the game. I do need to wake up early tomorrow.”

Chucky’s jaw was clenched shut. “Fuckin fine.”

“Ooh! You’re so tense! Have a cigarette and loosen up, sweetface.”

A cigarette was popped in his mouth before he could protest and was lit with haste. Smoke clouds billowed out of his nose and Tiffany took it for herself before passing it back.

"Better?"

"It'll have to fuckin do."

Tiffany loved to watch him struggle with impulse control and self-discipline. The man had very little. However, she was hoping he'd eventually give up being so prideful and just release all his pent-up lust. To speed that up, she started slowly rocking her hips and Chucky's head fell back with his hands covering his face as he let out an aggravated groan.

"Oh for fuck's sake, you're such a baby. Here."

Hands were now placed on both of her breasts, but it wasn't enough for either of them. The fabric was stopping them from having a skin-on-skin touch.

"Tiff," Chucky said as a command. "Take it off."

"What if I wanna keep it on?"

"You don't. I know you too well."

He sure fucking did, but she wanted to keep up the charade.

"I thought I was calling the shots tonight."

"Who gives a shit?"

Chucky got her out of the bra and discarded the remainder of his own clothes. Her body was consumed by him like dropping an object and watching it deteriorate in a vat of acid.

Tiffany had to admit, Chucky lasted longer than she expected, but she knew he would snap under pressure eventually.

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Chucky left with Eddie only a few days ago for some “business”. Every time he did, Tiffany begged him to stay and find a job closer to them. She couldn’t stand being without him. This time, he was gone for a week and a half, which was longer than his usual trips, but this one was further away. At most, he was typically gone for maybe three days. Tiffany could feel herself coming out of her skin.

The night he left, Chucky called her from his hotel room.

“Hey, Tiff, it’s me.”

“Sweetface! How was the drive?”

“Alright. Let’s just say there are some people out there surprisingly dumber than Eddie. We were gonna go out for drinks tonight, but I’m at my wit’s end after spendin eleven hours in the car with him.”

“You could’ve been spending your day with me at home, Chucky. But you made your decision.”

“Y’know, Tiff,” he started with a pointed voice, “the purpose of my call was to give ya the number to my room, but your attitude is makin me think otherwise.”

“You know I can get it if I call the hotel itself, right?”

“Do ya know where I’m stayin?”

There was a pause. It had dawned on her that she in fact did not know where he was staying.

“...no.”

His cackle on the other end made her smile.

“You’re so full of shit, hon. Ya got a pad and pen?”

She wrote the number down and let him get some much-needed sleep.

The following day was a struggle. She couldn’t get anything done without thinking of him. The night before, she didn’t sleep well and just missed his overall presence. Tiffany even began to miss the outrageous fights they would have. Deciding no harm could be done by checking in on him, she called the room. However, he didn’t pick up. Immediately, Tiffany went into a panic.

Was he dead? Is he hurt? Do the police have him, and will they kill him?
All the awful things she could think of ran laps around her brain.

But Chucky called while she was at work.

The first thing she saw when she got home was the blinking red dot on their answer machine and ran over. On a normal day, it was a telemarketer, but this time it was him. Chucky called to let her know what he was up to and that things were right on schedule, which meant he might be able to come home sooner. The second the message ended, she dialed him up.

“Chucky?”

“Tiff! Ya get my message?”

“Yeah, I did! I hope you don’t have to spend too much time away, Chucky. I can’t take this. The bed’s cold without you.”

“How? You’re a human furnace. If anything, you should be able to insulate yourself!”

“You know what I mean, asshole! I miss you.”

“Well, to tell ya the truth, I’m having a tough time here myself.”

“What’s wrong?” He could hear the panic in her voice.

“Now don’t get your panties in a twist, Tiff. I’m safe. What I mean is Eddie isn’t the company I’d prefer to have wakin me up and gettin me to fall asleep each day. I’d rather have you.”

“I need you, Chucky. I’m so lonely.”

“You’re in luck, Red. Eddie has a room across the hall and I'm pretty sure he picked up a hooker." He could hear her sly laughter and smiled. "What’re ya wearin?”

“Not a whole lot. Just an outfit I wore to work. Y’know, the usual short skirt and deep neckline.”

“What’s under it?”

“Remember that pink set I bought a while back? The one with the straps and butterfly print?”

“Yeah, that’s a good one. Get comfortable, Tiff, and take the clothes off. But let me hear ya drop each piece to the floor.”

Chucky was grabbing himself through his pants, already getting hard at the thought of her. Tiffany stood as she hit the speaker button and placed the phone on the table to discard her outfit. She would hold each garment above her head so that he could hear the sound it made as it fell to the floor.

“You still there, Chucky?”

“Don’t worry, Tiff, the phone line's still connected.”

“Good.”

“Ya comfortable now?”

“I guess, but I’d be more comfortable if you were here with me.”

“This is the best you can get, for now, babe. But when I get home, I promise, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

"It better be soon."

"It will be." Chucky sighed. He missed her, too. "Tiff?"

"Yeah?"

"If I was home right now, I'd probably have my ass parked in its usual spot, watchin baseball on the t.v.."

Tiffany laughed. "I don't doubt that for a minute."

"And when you walked through the door, I'd want ya to leave your purse on the table, stand in front of the screen like you always do, because ya make a better door than a window, and strip down to nothing but those pretty panties you're wearin."

The phone cord was wrapped around her finger and she bit her lip. Her legs were crossed but the top leg bobbed up and down. The heat was building between her legs when she realized they had a moment alone and wanted it to go further. She loved every word that came out of his mouth. It was true, all of it.

"Then what would you do?"

"I'd kiss ya. All over. And then take you outta those damn things just so I could really see all of you."

"Do you want me out of these damn things, Chucky? I thought you liked them. You told me they made my tits look bigger than normal."

"Tiff, trust me, your tits could look fantastic covered in tire marks and roadkill. You've got the best rack in the world."

"Hey, sweetface?"

"Yeah, Tiff?"

Her tone changed, dropping the playful banter and dripping with lust. "What do you wanna do to these tits?"

The deep breath Chucky took told Tiffany she struck the right artery. They wanted this and more. He sounded desperate.

"Hon, I'd squeeze 'em like they were my own personal stress balls. I'd bury my head between 'em and die happily there from suffocation. The ladies would be covered in hundreds of kisses and thousands of bite marks. Especially the right one."

Tiffany's finger absent-mindedly traced her tattoo. "That is your favorite."

"Well, it's got my name on it."

She was squeezing each breast imagining it was his hands on her. They did everything he said he wished he could be doing, only making her want him more. Telling her how much he needed her didn't help Chucky, either.

"You touchin' yourself yet, Tiff?"

"Of course I am. I wish it was your hands instead, though."

"I want those long beautiful fingers of yours scratching up my back and your lips around my cock."

"Then come home, Chucky. Come home and I can do whatever you want until one of us dies."

Now she's mentioning death during a sexual conversation and he can't help but think of all the times Tiffany's body was painted red by their victims. All the times he watched her take one life after the next. Every single blood-soaked night of hours-long sex. A knife pointed at a smile that encouraged a travesty. He could picture her now, spread out on their bed in nothing, only wearing someone else's blood and a beautifully wicked smirk on painted lips, and brandishing her knife. Chucky wanted to kill with her and have her terribly.

Pulling himself out of his trousers, Chucky began a slow stroke, knowing that's always how Tiffany started. He wanted this to last because he didn't know when the next time would happen.

"Shit, Tiff, I'm gonna need to take you out for a movie and a murder when I'm back."

"Really?"

"Really. I need to watch you slice some throats and get sprayed when you hit an artery. You're so fuckin hot when you're covered in blood."

Tiffany bit her lip and smiled.

"Hey, Red. Wanna play?"

"I always like playing with you, Chucky."

"That's my girl. We're gonna play follow the leader and you'll do what I say."

"Me having to do what you say? How original."

"You love it."

"You're lucky I do. What am I doing first, Mr. Ray?"

"Gives my girls a nice squeeze. Let 'em know Papa loves 'em."

Tiffany chuckled on the other side. She always found it funny how he would regard himself that way but only when her breasts were the context. Making sure to dig the tips of her nails into her skin since Chucky wasn't present to use his teeth, she obliged. Chucky imagined what she looked like currently and he had to stop touching himself or else he was going to end up rushing things.

"You wet, Tiff?"

Her eyebrows raised at the question. "You have to ask?"

Chucky began to laugh at her response. They didn't have to do much to arouse each other, it just happened. "Keep a hand loosely around your neck, babe. Use one finger."

"Just one?"

"Be patient. Just one for now."

He could hear her breathing get more shallow while she pushed her digit in and out. Obviously, it wasn't doing very much, but he'd add more later. He always did, but you have to start small to get to the big stuff.

"Y'know, next time I have to go out on business, I'm draggin you along so we don't have to do this every fuckin time."

"Sure. We won't have any money since I won't be at work, and I can go in Eddie's place, but yeah I'd like to come."

"Trust me, you're gonna come."

"Chucky? Stop talking."

"Fat chance, hon. Two fingers. Tighten your hand a little."

She held her throat lightly and added a second finger, finally getting a little relief. Her hand had a steady pace as did his. They were practically breathing into each other's ears.

"Chucky," she whined.

"Yeah, baby?"

"What else do you want?"

"I wanna taste you with your legs over my shoulders while I use my fingers on ya, and I'm not gonna waste any time." He heard her breath hitch. "Yeah. Go faster, and hold your neck tighter. Do what ya gotta do, babe."

Her knuckles became white with how tightly she held her neck and began working feverishly on her clit. Mouth hanging open, she was turning into a bigger mess as time went on. Tiffany desperately wanted to chase her orgasm and Chucky wanted to get her there. Each moan from her was like inching closer to the edge of a cliff.

"Fuck- damn it, Chucky!" She choked out. "Fuck me!"

Chucky's breath was coming out in short huffs, "Wish I could, Tiff." He couldn't keep it together much longer.

"When you get home, you better fuck me the moment you step through the door!"

"I'm gonna," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna fuck you so good!"

Tiffany's voice was beginning to crack into a higher and more raspy octave.

"I need your dick in me. This isn't the same. I want you to choke me while you fuck me."

His head fell back, almost dropping the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, and his eyes squeezed shut and his hand sped up.

"Fuckin Christ I'm gonna come. Come for me, Tiff."

"I-I'm almost there-shit, keep going!"

The hand on her neck was now thrusting into her as she used the other hand at her center. She was a writhing mess in the middle of the bed, kicking off sheets, moaning, arching her back off the mattress, and throwing her head to the sides. All that was missing was Chucky on top of her.

"I'm gonna bend you over that tiny fuckin table in the kitchen, and take you on the couch. Then, against a wall or on the floor. You won't be goin into work when I get my hands on you and I'm taking time off."

"Yeah, I want you to fuck me so hard!"

It sent him over the edge and he groaned a string of expletives as he came on his stomach. The idea of Chucky coming had her tumbling close behind. She shouted out his name and felt the pulse of her own orgasm move through her body before going limp.

Chucky's voice was gravel as he sank down into his seat. "I hate that I didn't get to see your face."

Her chest heaved and she felt tears prick at her eyes.

"Me too."

Tiffany was a puddle in bed slowing her breath and feeling a strong wave of loneliness take over her. She wanted him to collapse on top of her. To have him at her side so she could roll on top of him and drift off to sleep. But she was the only warm body in their bed.

Her voice was small. "Chucky?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you. Come back to me soon, okay?"

"I will. I love you too, now get some sleep, babe."

Immediately after she hung up, he decided he had to cut the trip short.

Chucky came back about a day or two later, to Tiffany's surprise. He unlocked the door and stepped in while she was in the shower. She was startled at first to see she was no longer alone in the apartment. But when she noticed he was sitting in his spot on the couch, television off, and looking sleep deprived from his drive, she tackled him with a passionate kiss and they did exactly what they discussed over the phone.

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Tiffany was the type to have matching bras and underwear. It was a bad day if they didn’t match, but a miracle if she could even get her socks in on the color palette. She prided herself on her looks and had every right to. Her beauty was no secret.

So when he came home to see her in just a set of lingerie, heels, and a little apron tied around her waist, his cigarette almost fell out of his mouth. Hearing the clank of keys onto the counter, Tiffany greeted him with a smile while turning a knob on the stove.

"You're finally back! Just in time, too, I'm about to set the table and put out dinner!"

He was speechless. All Chucky could do was take a few steps forward to meet Tiffany in the middle of the kitchen. She gave him a kiss and he held her close. When he still didn't say anything and continued gawking at her, she decided to start a conversation.

"Hi, how was your day?"

Chucky's eyebrows knit together. "Who the hell cares? Where'd this number come from? And what did I do to deserve such a nice surprise?"

"I just got it not too long ago and was waiting to show it off!"

She giddily spun around to let him see it all and Chucky was deeply hypnotized. A hand reached out to touch the bodysuit and glided its way down to find her hip and garter belt. He looped a finger around the top of the garter before pulling it back and letting it go with a snap to her leg. Tiffany jumped and let out a laugh, making Chucky smile.

"Hey, that hu-!"

Tiffany was cut off by Chucky's lips devouring hers and laughed against his lips. Holding her tightly against his body, he backed her up against the kitchen counter. When she broke the kiss, he tried to chase her back into it, but Tiffany held his face back a bit.

"I take it you like it?"

"Tiff," He looked her square in the eye with sincerity, "I love it. All of it."

"Good, because tonight is dinner and a show."

Needless to say, he inhaled his dinner to get to the good part. Tiffany scolded him for his poor table manners and for making her rush to eat, but at least he was excited about tonight. After a bit of bickering, Tiffany convinced Chucky to take care of the dishes so that she could set up her little show in the bedroom. He just turned on the water and put the dishes in the sink, so not necessarily cleaning, but that's better than nothing one would suppose. She was touching up her makeup, fixing her outfit, and putting up her hair and then Chucky stood in the doorway.

"Did you do the dishes?" She said while applying more lipstick.

"I did something to the dishes."

"Like what? Throw them in the sink? I said they need to be cleaned!"

"I ran the water! That's somethin!"

Tiffany turned around to look at him from her spot in the mirror and smirked.

"Y'know, Chucky, I can't argue with that. I'm just glad you made an attempt, even if it was piss poor."

"I had other things on my mind."

Chucky walked over to stand behind her and his arms were wrapped around her waist as he watched her finish dolling herself up. She could already feel him starting to get hard and planted a kiss on his cheek, making sure to stamp a nice impression of her lips onto his skin.

"Sit on the bed and I'll start, sweetface."

He was at the foot of the bed while Tiffany put on a record. It was a simple striptease that took far too long to get interesting for his liking. Chucky couldn’t give a fuck about the fact that her bra, panties, harness, garter belt, and stockings were all the same shade of violet. He didn’t notice things like that when he was too busy watching her dance around for him, and especially not when he was trying to get her out of everything.

“Why the fuck do ya have to have so many things on? Ya know I’m just gonna rip ‘em off ya anyways!”

Tiffany was in his lap getting hastily pulled out of every piece of fabric on her skin. She was like a gift to be unwrapped by an impatient child on Christmas morning.

“Because they’re all from one set, so they go together. And don’t you dare rip anything! This cost a lot and it’s my favorite!”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I don’t cut it off ya with my knife. If ya didn’t look so fuckable with it on, maybe I’d consider it.”

Chucky fucked her plenty of times in one of her little outfits because she looked so good. There were a few personal favorites between the two of them, but the crowd pleaser was always a purple corset, fishnets, and some silly accessories such as a long faux pearl necklace or a black feathered boa.

Of course, it's because of how they met. Tiffany was a sentimental person and Chucky liked anything that reminded him of his favorite hobbies: murder and sex with Tiffany. Tonight's look wasn't exactly like that of the blonde they murdered in Hotel Hackensack, but it was close enough for them.

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Since inhabiting Nica’s body, Chucky had a lot to get used to. Legs that never got used until he sat in the driver’s seat, being shorter than Tiffany, and the female anatomy. Though he missed his dick, he quickly realized all the benefits of having tits. They were small compared to Tiffany’s, but that didn’t matter when she squeezed them with her talons.

The new body meant new clothes. Some articles were still very Charles Lee Ray, yet other pieces were to compliment his new exterior. Chucky kind of flinched at how readily Tiffany jumped into the idea of getting him things to wear. In the end, he kept everything she got him, including a few high-end sets of lingerie.

So there he stood, in the bathroom connected to his and Tiffany’s bedroom at the Tilly mansion, door locked and staring at his reflection. First, he twisted around looking at himself from various angles to see how it sat on his- technically Nica’s- skin. Then he tried a few seductive poses out of curiosity. If he imagined this body of his as some random model, Chucky would call her a hot piece of ass. But this was his own body. He looked like a whore, the kind of whore he wanted to bend over a table and then disembowel after using to get himself off. Tiffany could pull off this look. In fact, he’s pretty sure he’s pulled her out of a little number like this plenty of times. For an unknown reason, his brain couldn’t register that anyone would find him attractive this way because it was an out-of-body experience. The thought wasn’t derived from insecurity, but more disbelief. Chucky never pictured himself becoming a woman, nor did he ever imagine himself in women’s delicates.

Deciding to try on the other stuff Tiffany bought him, Chucky pulled his robe over his body and exited the bathroom. He grabbed some outfits before going back in, not remembering to lock the door, and dropped his cover on the floor. While he was skimming through the clothes he had, Tiffany walked in causing him to jump.

“Jesus fuckin Christ! Don’t you ever knock?!”

“It’s my room, why should I?!”

Chucky held the shirt in front of his chest. “Get the hell out!”

Tiffany saw what he was in and gave him a smirk with her hands on her hips.

“Why should I, sweetface? I wanna see how everything I bought you fits. I see you tried on the lingerie. Actually, I didn’t know if you’d like them, so I got you a few pairs of boxers and sports bras, as well.”

“I didn’t see those.”

“That’s why I came in here. You forgot a bag.” She said holding it up.

Chucky grabbed the bag and threw it on the sink, hoping she’d leave, but clearly, Tiffany planned on staying. She sat herself down on the edge of the bathtub.

“The set you’re wearing was designed by a burlesque dancer who does all vintage stuff. I think that one is called Julie’s Roses or something. I saw the chartreuse and thought you’d look good in it.”

“Uh…thanks.”

Chucky had no fucking clue how to react, but he didn’t like the fluffy feeling in his heart at the compliment. He turned toward the mirror again and pulled the underwire down a bit before going through the next bag. Suddenly she was behind him, adjusting the straps and making sure everything looked right. Chucky hated himself for blushing. Tiffany was so casual and he felt like an absolute dumbass turning beet-red.

She looked at his face through the mirror, knowing an internal conflict was taking place. Despite the many changes, Tiffany knew all the faces her husband could make. Her hands rested on his waistband, softly rubbing his skin.

“You look very handsome, sweetface.”

Damn his wonderful wife for being a mind reader. She could have called him pretty or beautiful, but Tiffany decided to use a generally masculine word. This whole possessing a woman thing made him a walking gender crisis that was frustratingly complex. Chucky put his hands over hers, letting Tiffany know how appreciative he was, and she kissed his shoulder in return.

“Thanks, Tiff.”

"It makes you look so sexy, too!" Her eyes lit up and she squeezed his body against hers, "I could devour you!"

Chucky laughed at the quick eruption of unhinged admiration she expressed. "Guess this really does work for you."

Tiffany's hand brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes as she looked at him lovingly. "If it's you, it always works for me."

Chucky didn't like how this was starting to get mushy and emotional. He was already a wreck inside and didn't want Tiff to begin crying or cry in front of her. Even if he blamed it on female hormones, Tiffany already proved that she could read him like a book.

He turned in her arms and pulled her in by her waist for a kiss. Chucky was shorter than her now, especially when she wore heels, but he still had the physicality of a man who was five foot ten. Tiffany was sandwiched between him and the wall as he played with her neckline.

“Ya got anything like mine under that dress?”

“I do, but I’m not wearing it right now because I was feeling a simpler look today. Would you like me to put something on?”

“Nah, I’m not patient.”

That made her chuckle. “Never have been.”

"You can show me in bed, babe, and then I'll be devourin you."

Eventually, he'd get over the anatomical switch. Currently, he was relishing in the fact that, after approximately a quarter of a century, Tiffany wanted him no matter what.

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The power was knocked out for hours with no signs of coming back on any time soon. Tiffany ensured no leaks were coming in from the windows, while Chucky was shrugging off his soaking wet jacket and clothes.

He heavily sighed, "Just talked to the landlord. 'Said that we're gonna have no power for at least a day because of the storm and the fact that someone crashed into a pole and knocked it over."

"Shit. Really?" He mumbled a yes as he lit his cigarette and she huffed. "It's a good thing we had him fix the windows last week."

The room was pitch black before his eyes save for the small red glow of his cigarette. Rustling and clicking heels were heard faintly around the small space. The scent of a few nubby candles filled the warm mid-summer air. The wind howled outside their windows as lightning streaked the sky and heavy rain pelted the glass of the windows.

He walked into a chair accidentally and hit his hip. "Fuckin shit!"

"I'd say watch where you're going, but it's a little tough without lights. You okay?"

Tiffany wasn't too far away, but he could barely make her out wherever she was. Grumbling to himself, Chucky slowly made his way over to their room to change. He used his lighter to find his way before smacking into more furniture. The wet clothes were tossed onto the floor in the corner while he got into something dry before leaving the room to find Tiffany on the couch looking out the window.

They couldn't make dinner and didn't want to go out. No one in their right mind would be out in this weather. Chucky wasn't in the mood to do anything, anyways. Tiffany always found storms romantic and comforting. She could sleep like a baby to the rumbling thunder, yet loved staying up to watch the flashes of lightning. It wasn't often that they had a peaceful night of quiet and calm. Nature wasn't calm, but somehow they were. They were funny like that for such a chaotic pair.

Chucky sat beside her and ashed his cigarette as she pulled out another. He tried using his lighter to ignite the smokes, but it wouldn't hold a flame long enough. The butane must have gotten used up while he was using it to walk around the dark apartment.

"Ain't that just fuckin great," he said, tossing the useless object onto the coffee table. "Where's yours?

"That was mine."

"Fuck. Now we've got nothin to see or light the cigarettes."

"I guess we can just sit here and watch the storm. Or, we could go to bed if you're tired."

"I'm not tired."

Tiffany nestled herself into his side after putting her cigarette back in the box. Though nothing but the silhouette of the tall building across the street could be seen, her eyes still looked out the window. There was nothing to see or be seen. She could hear the steady beating of his heart and the flow of air filling and deflating his lungs.

"We don't have to go to sleep if we go to bed."

"And we don't have to go to bed if we're not gonna sleep in it. We've got a sturdy couch right beneath our asses."

The last comment made her laugh. A hand reached up to locate his face, fingers brushing over lips before being met with her own. It was slow and gentle. They weren't in a feverish tizzy to express passion. Chucky pulled her body on top of his as they sank further into the couch just laying there as hands roamed over familiar skin. Neither one could see, but they knew each other's bodies as well as they knew their own. Clothes were discarded to unknown landing zones. His shirt tossed one way, her slip dropped somewhere else, pants and undergarments now sitting who knows where. They even took their time with undressing and foreplay.

Chucky was at his knees on the floor coaxing an orgasm out of her with his hands and mouth. He normally liked to watch her as he worked, but the sounds reverberating from her lips had to suffice. Her hands tangled in his hair and held his face while legs hooked over his shoulders or squeezed around his head. Then, after the shockwaves subsided, he was right with her again, giving lingering kisses before positioning himself at her entrance.

Tiffany held him tightly against herself with each thrust. Their faces were practically smushed against each other when they weren't kissing. His hands held hers as he pinned them above her head and pressed their foreheads together.

Charles Lee Ray wasn't one for soft and slow sex, but there were times such as this that he was. He still came just as hard and so did Tiffany. The hickies he left on her neck were light, too. In the end, they held each other close and fell asleep wrapped in a blanket as the rain continued and thunder lulled them to sleep.

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Once again, Chucky got into a bar fight. He wasn’t that drunk this time, but the other guy did do a number on him. There was a nice shiner on his left eye and plenty of welts on his torso. Moving was difficult, which meant he was bedridden for the following days.

"You need to stay in bed, Chucky."

"Hon, I'm not arguin with ya! I wanna stay in bed because I feel like shit. I just hate how I have to sit."

He was on his stomach as Tiffany worked on his tense shoulders. Any time he rolled onto his back felt like he was getting beaten with a bat, which wasn't too far from what actually transpired nights before.

"Don't you worry your sweet face, I'm here to nurse you back to health!"

Her hands smoothed over and applied a nice pressure to his muscles. At first, he stiffened, but then he felt a wave of relief and began to melt into the mattress with a satisfied moan.

"You're the sexiest nurse I've ever had...and probably the youngest."

"I'm probably the only nurse you've ever slept with."

"The only one I will EVER sleep with if ya keep doin that, babe."

That statement put a smile on her face. He appreciated her and made mention of a future together, which made Tiffany's heart flutter. But she needed to toy with him so he wouldn't take it back.

"You wouldn't need a nurse if you didn't get into a fight, Chucky."

“Wasn’t even my fight. Fuckin Eddie started it with that bozo and when I tried breakin it up I got the shit end of the fuckin stick.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be going out with Eddie, then. He keeps getting you into trouble and one of these days you won’t be able to get out.”

Chucky lifted his head to look back at her. “Just say you want me to stay home with you all day so ya never have to spend a night sittin up and waitin for my sorry ass to come crawlin into bed.”

“I do love having you all to myself.”

Her hands sifted through his hair and then continued loosening the knots in his back. She noted the faint remnants of scars she had left on him. Lightly tracing it with her talons, Tiffany could recall how they got there, and she wanted to add more to the collection. The voice in her head told her to write her name on him until she ran out of space and she smiled to herself at the thought while a new one started.

The feeling of the tips of her nails didn't go unnoticed by him. He became very aware of what her hands were doing and was beginning to think that she'd take off his shorts with how she touched his lower back. For some reason, maybe it’s because Tiffany conditioned his body to unconsciously respond to her, he grew flustered as her hands moved over the backs of his thighs. The higher a hand went, closer to his groin, the more he wanted to spread his legs or shift his hips in hopes that her hand would slip and brush against him.

"And finally, a kiss to make it all better!"

Tiffany made an exaggerated smooching sound as her lips met between his shoulder blades. Then Chucky rolled over onto his back, and for once, it didn't hurt as much. She leaned over him with a smile.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah," his hand tucked hair behind her ear, "but this shiner on my mouth kinda hurts, too."

He pointed to his busted bottom lip and Tiffany happily bent down to kiss him. Pulling her down beside him, they exchanged kisses that got hungrier by the minute. Her hands tangled into his hair and they shared the same breath. She climbed on top to straddle him and Chucky immediately looked ready to shout in pain.

"Tiff-! Ya gotta get off, this fuckin hurts!" He choked out.

Immediately she hopped off, feeling terrible for causing Chucky pain, and told him how awful she felt between apologies.

"Chucky, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to I-"

"We just won't do that for now, okay? We can do that later."

She didn't look too sure. However, the way his hand slid up her thigh convinced her he would be alright. Taking his hand in hers, Tiffany placed a kiss on the inside of his palm.

"I love you, Chucky. I love being the one who has to take care of your dumb ass."

"And I love bein taken care of by your hot ass."

Nails dragged up and down his thighs before she replaced them with her lips. Her lavender lipstick made kisses blend in with bruises. Working his pants down his legs, she had him in her hand. It moved slowly at first, testing to see if he was in any pain, but Chucky was in absolute bliss as he looked down at her.

Tiffany held his eyes as she took him in her mouth, using a hand to jack him off while her mouth sucked. He lay there as her head bobbed up and down just marveling at how good she could make him feel. Desperately, he wanted to fuck and kiss her all over and was bothered that he couldn't in his condition. Chucky was just happy he could get this and would definitely repay the favor later. For now, his jaw hung open while she sped up.

"Aw fuck, you're such a good girl."

He heard her moan around his cock and his hand gripped her scalp. Pulling her up, Chucky kissed her as though it would solve all of his problems. Tiffany lay at his side, a leg between his, and his cock still in her hand. She wanted to ride him until they passed out, too. Her teeth sank into his lip then she soothed it with her tongue.

"I want you to come for me, Chucky."

Physical pain be damned, this man wanted to be inside his girlfriend. The moans and his needy grabs at her made Tiffany want to crumble into a million pieces. She knew he wouldn't be able to enjoy penetrative sex right now, so she went back to giving him head. Close enough, right?

When she got Chucky to finally come, he endlessly thanked her and made a solemn vow to pay the good deed forward. There was pleasure in pain. Massages after getting the tar beaten out of you, and receiving good head from the person you love when you're debilitated.

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Charles Lee Ray has three loves: blood, sex, and tits. Tiffany Valentine could provide all three, making her the perfect counterpart to his twisted and perverted desires.

But not just blood in a murderous way. After all, most women menstruate. To boot, Chucky was a proud owner of his red wings.

She had an idea that he was into blood ever since their first encounter. He practically licked her clean like a momma cat to its baby the night they first slept together after stabbing that blonde to death. It wasn’t until a few times later that she discovered she was also aroused by the sight of someone covered in blood. Maybe Chucky just had a unique way of sexualizing it, but she learned that her interests weren’t too different from his both in and out of the bedroom.

At this point, they had been together for about a year or so and knew each other inside and out. They were in their little apart one afternoon when she began to bicker with him over a small stupid thing.

"Fuckin' christ, what is it with you?" Chucky was getting exasperated with her. "You're naggin me more than normal one minute, then cryin your eyes out the next. It's like you're bipolar or somethin!"

"Shut the hell up, asshole! You just caught me at a bad time!" She sniffled and wiped away a single tear. Her face was red from stress and embarrassment. "And don't yell at me!"

Today wasn't her day. Tiffany had a raging headache from the moment she woke up, the clothes she wanted to wear weren't fitting right, and when she did get them on, they felt too tight and irritated her skin. In addition, nothing was working out for her, bringing her to the point of angry tears with frustration. Anyone who knew her would agree with Chucky that she could sometimes be a crybaby. Yes, she was very open emotionally, but this? It was weird chaos and he was caught up in the middle of it.

Neither was in the mood to argue, so they reached an agreement to leave that conversation untouched and watch a movie to calm down instead. Chucky was holding her against him as something played on the pay-per-view, a classic or something just okay enough to be televised nationwide. She wasn't paying attention at all. Physically she felt exhausted, the headache was stronger than ever, her body ached, none of the positions she sat in were comfortable, and she wasn't sure if she was nauseous or needed to eat. If she didn't get out of his warm embrace as soon as possible she thought she was going to come out of her skin. Tiffany couldn't figure out if the side that wanted to shred his throat or the side of her that wanted to stick her tongue down his throat would win, but she needed to get up. He felt her heating up throughout the film and wasn't too upset that she abruptly sat up, but he didn't like her body language. From what he could see, she looked pissed.

"Not likin the movie?"

"It's fine, I just don't feel good."

"You want me to get you somethin?"

"No. I'm fine. I'm gonna go get some water. I'll be back."

He looked back and called after her. "You sure?"

Tiffany sighed while pinching the bridge of her nose, "Yes, Chucky. Just keep watching the movie."

While in the kitchen, she had that 'oh shit' moment and rushed to the bathroom. Now it all made sense. What she thought was a strange flu or whatever, just turned out to be that awful monthly inconvenience. No wonder why she felt like shit and acted like a bitchass baby. She was somewhat relieved but more annoyed than anything that this had to happen. If Tiffany really wanted this to stop, she could just bite the bullet and get knocked up. However, that wouldn't happen unless it was with Chucky, and he didn't quite like the idea of kids in general. So, scratch that.

Sometime later she rejoined him on the couch, now wearing a pair of his sweatpants and a band t-shirt, having forgone her normal femme fatale outfit. Chucky gave her a confused look as she climbed into the seat and leaned on his shoulder.

"Are those my pants?"

She didn't blink as she responded monotonously. "Yep and you're not getting them back until next week because I'm gonna live in 'em."

That's when it dawned on him what she was dealing with. With being gone on trips so much lately, the mental calendar he had of Tiffany's periods got blurry. He even forgot the warning signs that would tell him it was happening soon. So they sat there, the movie half-finished, and Chucky waited for her to initiate a cuddle because he learned that if he touched her when she wasn't ready that she'd practically cut off his hand. Minutes passed by, but eventually, she was curled up at his side with her hand inside his shirt resting on his chest.

"You see I bought more painkillers?"

"Yeah, and I love you for it."

"You only love me for the drugs? I thought we had somethin special!"

Chucky faked looking hurt and it brought Tiffany out of her grumpy state with a smile.

"Stop talking, you idiot," she said before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Tiffany was kissing him, that was a good sign. Chucky couldn't keep his mind away from the thoughts of what he could have, though, and his hold around her tightened. At first, she didn't pull away when he deepened the kiss, but she did when a hand grabbed her breast under her shirt.

"No, Chucky. I'm not really feeling all that sexy tonight." A hand reached to brush through his hair, "I'm sorry, sweetface."

He tilted his head sideways and looked at her like she had five heads.

"Not feelin sexy? Tiff, you're always sexy! You could be wearin your clothes, my clothes- no clothes even! You'd still drive me crazy no matter what. I've seen ya sick, I've seen ya right when you wake up. Baby, you have never not been the hottest woman I know, and even if I sometimes wanna kill ya, I'd still bone you like nobody's business."

Her eyes teared up and she began sniffling again. A tear going down her cheek made his confused expression worsen.

"Now why the fuck are you cryin? I just complimented you! You shouldn't cry!"

Now she was sobbing. "Because that was so nice! What the fuck?"

"Uh, I think you mean 'thank you'."

She laughed weakly and so did Chucky because she was an absolute mess. The laughter grew and he scooped her in his arms and she held him back, wiping her tears into his shoulder.

"Oh, go ahead, I didn't like this shirt anyways."

She lifted her head up to look at him. "Shut up."

"Hey," he held her chin so they looked each other in the eye, "I meant it. Ya look great, Tiff."

Had she not kissed him, Tiffany would've started to cry again. This kiss was different. It was the kind that got them into multiple rounds of sex. She grabbed at him urgently, and Chucky decided he'd better just grab her and take this to the bedroom. They kissed and took each other's shirts off in the doorway of the room. He pressed her against the wall, his leg between hers a hand on her breast squeezing it and pinching her nipple. Tiffany's head leaned back as she bit her lip and began to rock her hips on his knee. Popping the breast in his mouth, he had Tiffany right where he wanted her, a moaning mess in his hands that would let him do whatever he pleased.

Pulling at his hair, she whined, "Chucky, please."

Chucky trailed kisses up her chest and neck until landing on her mouth, then pulled away.

"Go to the bathroom and get a towel while I pull down the sheets."

The command put a smile on her face and she happily did as he asked and changed into her robe. He was happy to get her out of her funk and remind her how beautiful she was. Most of all, he was looking very much forward to blood and pussy. Tiffany happily sauntered back in and he was enveloping her in his arms. The tie around her waist was undone and the robe pushed off of her shoulders. The towel was laid out and Tiffany was laid out on the bed, waiting for his return. Down to just boxers, Chucky was back on top of her, planting kisses on her face and going down until he was back to giving her breasts attention and making her back arch. His mouth bit and sucked on each nipple giving her the most pleasurable pain. After leaving a few hickeys in his wake, Chucky had a finger looped around both sides of her panties and the metallic scent made his mouth water. Kisses and nibbles pressed onto her inner thighs, making her squirm.

Initially, he teased her with a finger or two, enjoying each sensitive reaction, but even he couldn't take it anymore. There he was, as always, lapping up every drop of blood on her. Inside, and outside, making her dizzy and forget the stupid aches and pains. The more he touched her, the more relief she was flooded with. The lower half of Chucky's face and plenty of his fingers were bloodstained and he wore it like a badge of honor moaning along with her as she rode through each orgasm he brought her to.

In the midst of an orgasm, Tiffany began laughing when she saw a streak of his hair had a faint trace of her blood. Chucky lifted his head from between her legs.

"What's so funny?"

"It's in your hair."

He reached to find the sticky patches she was talking about. "I always have blood in my hair," he smiled, "and so do you."

"I know, but something about it is funny right now."

All Chucky could do was shake his head with a chuckle and move to lay beside her. Tiffany rolled on top of him to kiss the blood off his lips, which transferred to her own. They looked like a pair of vampires. She licked his fingers clean while straddling his hips and slid onto him.

"Have I told ya lately, Tiff?"

"What?"

"You look fuckin hot covered in blood."

Smiling down at him, Tiffany bent to kiss him but stopped just before their lips met.

"So do you."

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"Chucky, I'm home!"

Tiffany came home to find Chucky sitting on the couch watching television and occasionally sipping his beer. He looked tired and gauging from the disheveled clothes he wore with blood splattered all over him, it was a long day.

"Hey, hon. I got home not too long ago myself."

She sat beside him and the two shared a cigarette. Chucky's hand was on her thigh rubbing small circles as she told him about her shift.

"...and they had the audacity to correct me! If we didn't need the money, you know I'd stab them in a heartbeat."

He was only half listening and inching his hand deeper between her legs. His hands began caressing her over the fabric and her legs fell open.

Tiffany laughed darkly. "You're not listening to a single word I'm saying, are you?"

"I'm listenin. You were talkin about guttin that coworker you always bitch about."

"Huh, lucky guess." She said looking at him suspiciously.

Then he grabbed her by the waist and sat her so she was straddling his lap. Tiffany gasped but got very comfortable right away.

"Told ya I'm listening. I'm not a complete asshole who only thinks about sleepin with my girl. I only think of it three-quarters of the time." That admission made her laugh and he smiled. "What else happened?"

The conversation continued as she ground down on him for a while. Tiffany was already soaking wet when he pushed up her skirt so it was bunched around her waist.

While Tiffany took off her panties, Chucky took his cock out of his pants and stroked it a little as he watched her. She was hovering over him and slowly slid onto him, letting his length stretch her out. Then when she tried rocking her hips he stopped her.

“Stay still. Don’t move just yet.”

“Seriously?”

“Can’t we just sit and have a nice talk? I feel like we don’t do that anymore.”

“Did you hit your fucking head or something? Also, I was just talking before YOU changed the subject! How do you expect me to talk normally whe-”

Chucky grabbed her face for a rough kiss that took her breath away. Then as fiercely as he pulled her in, she was ripped from his lips and he remained as cool as a cucumber.

“Continue what you were sayin.”

Tiffany gave him a funny look but did as she was told. He let her talk for a few minutes and then had her slip out of her shirt and bra so he could play with her tits and suck on her nipples. She pulled his head away.

"Okay, now you're definitely not listening."

"I am!"

"What did I just say?"

"You were just talkin to Sheila- no, Charleen, from a few floors down about the heating issues. She told ya some gossip about the landlord and possibly gettin the city on his case because she can't keep her fuckin nose outta anything."

Her eyebrows drew together utterly confused. "How the fuck can you listen to everything I say and still try to fuck me? It doesn't make any sense!"

"'Cause, unlike you, I don't have a short attention span."

"What?! I don't have a short attention span!"

"Prove it. Focus on your words and don't try to ride me. Just sit."

Chucky, being the bastard that he was, knew she would have a difficult time and that's the whole reason why he did it in the first place. Going back to giving her tits attention he had Tiffany talking again. Her words would falter every now and then and a moan would slip out. She needed to be reminded that she wasn’t supposed to move a couple of times.

"Uh-uh, babe. Just sit still."

Her lip was between her teeth, biting down almost hard enough to break the skin. "You're an asshole. You know that?"

"Don't act like you're not enjoyin it."

The pout on her lips was kissed away. It became even more difficult to follow when his thumb found her clit and slowly started working on her. He loved feeling her tighten around him and the pulse of when she came.

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Her nail file was multifunctional in the way that she would file her nails meticulously after slashing someone’s throat with it. Tiffany always took good care of her nails. She loved having them long and pointed at the end. Not only did it look sexy, but she lived for watching Chucky melt as the talons dragged red lines over his flesh.

Chucky was a biter. Neither he nor Tiffany could begin to explain why, but he just loved using his mouth, not that she complained. Each kiss was followed by a nip at her lips, her skin was no stranger to his teeth.

Every time they engaged in sex, there were hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches, and sweat. The pair looked like they just came out of the boxing ring, and they were both winners. Tiffany already had his name tattooed onto her body, but still liked being left with markings. It was like he left visible affirmations of his love for her to keep. Chucky, on the other hand, thought his scars from her were both sexy and badass.

"Got a funny look today as I was buyin more cigarettes and beer today, Tiff."

"Yeah?" She looked up from the dinner she was cooking to watch him stock up the fridge.

"Yeah. Wanna take a guess as to why?"

He stood up and moved to her side and Tiffany fully faced him to take a good look. She found the reason in seconds and smiled as she reached to touch a hickey with smeared purple lipstick.

"Isn't it pretty!"

Chucky deadpanned. "Gorgeous."

"Aw, don't be such a sourpuss about it, Chucky. There have been several times when I go to work or the grocery store wearing one or many hickeys from you. I get looks like you did all the time. You have none of my sympathies."

"Maybe if I give ya more, then you'll feel sorry for me."

Tiffany did end up earning a few more lovebites and bruises from him. She added more to his collection in return.

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No.

Not yet.

Don't you dare.

I didn't say you could.

They had been out of the apartment for most of the day running errands, having some time out, and occasionally stealing or stabbing. Currently, they were sitting in a busy diner, eating sandwiches and soup or picking at each other's fries.

Throughout the day, especially during the murder, they were teasing each other. It was building up to be a big game and they couldn't wait to get home. Her leg rubbed against his under the table as they spoke in hushed voices about the person they just gutted. As the conversation continued, they each felt the rush of adrenaline hit them again and quickly paid for the meal before rushing out.

The moment Chucky got into the driver's side of the car, she was on him, kissing his neck and grabbing at his collar. With the turn of the engine, they were driving back to the multi-story apartment. Tiffany continued kissing his cheek and neck, practically sitting in his lap, while he drove.

"Tiff, calm the hell down and get in your damn seat. I gotta be able to see and if a cop sees ya, we're gonna get pulled over. That means you gotta wait longer."

She slid back in her seat with a huff and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Take the back roads, then."

"That's gonna make the drive longer."

"So what? No cops hang out over there, which means they won't see this."

Her hand felt him up over his pants, watching his jaw clench. Working his belt loose, she reached for the button of his pants.

"Now, hold on, Tiff. Be a good girl for me and just wait. Okay?"

She was confused. "What?"

"Sit back."

Following his directions, her back reluctantly rested against her seat. Chucky's hand went to her thigh, squeezing it and pushing up her dress. Tiffany's legs parted the higher he got and eventually he was touching her over the thin fabric of her underwear. She was grinding against his hand until he took it away and put it back on the wheel.

She whined, "Hey. What gives?"

"I'm gettin ya ready."

"I'd rather you just pull over and fuck me now."

"I know. But this'll be more fun, I promise."

By the time they got back, Tiffany was all flustered. All she was allowed to do in the car after he told her to wait was suck on his fingers. It turned them both on incredibly. In front of their door, she tried again for his pants and Chucky took her hands and pinned her against the wall. His mouth was on her neck with his body pressed against hers and she was restless beneath him, trying to free her arms and touch him somehow. Teeth sank into her neck, causing Tiffany to arch into him and moan and Chucky pulled back to observe his work with a half smile.

"Lookin good, babe."

He stepped away to unlock the door and grabbed her hand as they entered. Inside, she was in his arms as he kissed along her collarbones. The bottom of her dress was bunched around her hips and the zipper in the back made its way down to expose her back. Tiffany got him out of his blazer and tried to reciprocate, but each time she tried doing something to further things along, he told her no. She got more flustered to the point of frustration when Chucky began playing with her breasts and rolling her nipples between his teeth. All she wanted was release and he was making things worse.

"Chucky?"

His head lifted from her chest to acknowledge her.

"Stop fucking playing around."

If anything, he saw that as an encouragement to do more. So he knelt down in front of Tiffany, slid her panties down and off her legs, then grabbed one of her heeled feet to hook it over his shoulder. Finally some relief, she thought, but little did she know it would only get worse. Hands kneaded her thighs, fingers lightly traced her folds, and she was holding her breath in anticipation. Then, Chucky's tongue barely touched her and she wanted to bash her head into the wall. It wasn't enough, she was wound so tightly and needed so much more. He could see her struggle, of course. That was kind of the point of his actions, but Chucky wanted to be mean and hold her at his mercy.

The moment his mouth went around her clit, Tiffany almost let out a choked cry. The usual hungriness he worked with wasn't there, but she was just happy to be touched. Nails dug into his scalp as she tried riding his face. Chucky laughed at how desperate she was already and gripped her thigh around his shoulder as he added a few fingers. Her moans filled the space and his name was on her lips, he knew she was getting close, and slowed to a stop before standing back up to kiss her spaced-out expression.

"I'm feelin a bit hungry, Tiff," Chucky said against her lips.

"You were just eating."

"Not that."

"We already killed someone."

"That's not what I mean, either."

She leaned back to look him in the eye. "You're shitting me, right?"

"No, I'm not."

"You're a bastard. We had lunch not too long ago!"

"A man gets hungry after burnin calories." He was brushing his hand along her side.

"Like you burned any calories just from eating me out," she said with bitterness. "And you didn't even finish the job!"

"I'll get there when I get there. You gotta be a good girl and behave."

She gasped as if he accused her of committing a crime. Straightening out and partially zipping her dress up, Tiffany was following Chucky around the apartment. Deciding to take his time and bother her some more, Chucky was aimlessly wandering around the apartment, picking up and moving things at random, and even took a moment to peer out a window all the while Tiffany was at his heels. Eventually, they made their way to the bedroom, where he sat at the foot of the bed and pulled out a box of cigarettes. Tiffany lit it for him before climbing into his lap and they resumed kissing while occasionally pausing to smoke. He couldn't help but laugh at how needy she was. Maybe he could make a mess out of her by doing very little.

"What if I don't wanna behave, Chucky? What if I take a note from your book and act like a pain in the ass?"

Chucky held her by the chin and brought their faces very close together. "Brats don't get rewarded."

"Maybe I'll reward myself, huh?"

"I won't let that happen."

"I wasn't asking for permission."

"You're really testin your luck, babe. I'd watch my mouth if I were you."

"Shut me up, then, sweetface." Her hand brushed his cheek. "Or do I have to take over?"

It was time to make her eat her words. Chucky picked her up and swiftly stood then dropped her and pinned her down beneath himself on the bed. His mouth was on hers and a hand once again felt her up over fabric. A finger or two teased her again, and she was breathing heavily into his ear while nails scratched up and down his back. He'd be lying if he said that her reactions and the nails digging into his back over his shirt didn't make him want to forego the whole denial charade.

The dress Tiffany wore was pulled off of her body, her shoes were thrown over his shoulder to clatter to the floor, and he even took off his own shirt so he could feel her claw at his skin. Chucky's fingers worked her up to almost reaching an orgasm again, but took them away.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DEAL TONIGHT?!"

Tiffany wanted to slap him, but also ride him until her brain was in space. Chucky just sat up and laughed.

"Brats don't get to come."

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They were at a hotel having a typical night of romance, murder, and fun. Tonight's victim was particularly bloody, having sprayed them both so they were soaked through their clothes and to the bone. One, or both, of them probably hit a few main arteries during the stabbing spree. Chucky and Tiffany were too wrapped up in the violence and merriment to realize the mess they caused. Once they learned, they loved it even more.

"I feel sticky, and not just because I'm sweating. This guy was a real sprayer."

Tiffany huffed after they finally dumped his body. The mess required them to dispose of the corpse sooner rather than later. Thankfully, the man died on a wood floor, so pickup would be easy. That could wait.

"Yeah, kinda went all over the place."

"I need a shower."

He gave her a glance before putting his arm over her shoulders. "WE need a shower."

The smile on her face as they walked back to their room let him know she was very on board. They could use as much hot water as they wanted and still have that glorious, almost routine-like post-murder sex. The two practically sprinted back inside and no cops were even around.

Right after the door shut behind them, they were on each other. Exchanging kisses, removing clothes, kicking off shoes. While Chucky started the shower and waited for it to warm up, Tiffany washed off her makeup.

"The hell ya doin that for? We're gonna hop in the shower."

"Such a man," she said to her reflection before turning to him. "It's gonna run in the shower. I'd have to take it off later anyways, so I'm saving myself a step."

Chucky was kissing down her neck and back. "Well hurry up then."

She scoffed in response and kept wiping off the eyeshadow and lipstick. He could wait just a few more minutes for her.

They could feel the heat coming off of the shower steam and after she finished taking off her face of makeup they got in. Chucky had to badger her first, of course, and she would smack his tugging hands away. He undid her bra for her as she shook out her hair, making her laugh at his restlessness. The warm water was welcoming as they grabbed the soap to scrub the blood off. Tiffany massaged shampoo into Chucky's hair and tried working out the dried-up clumps of blood with her nails. Loving the calming scratches to his scalp, Chucky leaned into her touch with a look of pure bliss.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Chucky, we just got in here."

"Don't put me to sleep, then."

"Who's gonna scratch my scalp?"

Chucky turned to face her and wrapped her in his arms. A hand pushed some hair out of her face and then rested on her cheek. He looked very much in love with her, and she was with him.

"I'll scratch your scalp, rub your back, or carry your drunk ass home any day if it means killin with you, Tiff."

"I love you, Chucky."

"You too, Red."

The words exchanged were sealed with a kiss. Water rained down on them, slowly turning pink as the blood began to wash away. They were still a mess, though, but Chucky and Tiffany liked it that way. She broke the kiss to hand him the shampoo bottle with a wicked smirk.

"I'm blonde now, Chucky. The blood is gonna show if it's not washed out, so get to it."

"Pardon fuckin me, Valentine," he looked like he got slapped across the face. "Ya don't gotta be so bossy about it."

While she turned around with the same smile, Chucky wore a half-hearted scowl as he returned the scalp massage. Obviously, she was better at it, but she just liked that he was doing what she said. After taking care of their hair, they went back to removing blood splotches from their skin. A small face cloth was used to wipe away the blood that ended up in Chucky's eyebrow and smudging remnants of Tiffany's mascara.

"I think we should start wearin those rubber raincoats or hazmat suits from now on."

"But you love getting showered in blood! Or at least you like how I look covered in blood."

"Yes, I very much do like how you look with splatters of blood across your face. But this shit is so messy. I love makin the mess, but hate cleanin it up."

"Don't I know it? I clean up after you all the time at home."

"Do not! You're exaggeratin. I am not as messy as you claim I am."

"Are too!"

"Am fuckin not!"

"Yes, you are, liar!"

He wore one of his evil smiles as he reached behind her for the knob. "Call me a liar again and the water goes cold."

"You wouldn't!"

"I would... and I will. You're right under the showerhead."

"You are so full of shit!"

"That was your last chance."

The knob was twisted and she was immediately hit with ice-cold water. Tiffany screamed and clung to him, trying to not get touched by the freezing water. Chucky's maniacal cackle sounded through the space.

"You asshole! Fuck you!"

"I'd love to."

Chucky gave her a firm kiss against the wall of the shower and brought up the temperature again. He could feel her body go from tense to relax and the goosebumps on her skin from the chill vanished. His mouth ran along her jaw and sucked on her neck, drawing out light moans. Nails scratched up his back and Chucky brought his hand between her legs, making Tiffany lean into him.

Her hand closed around his cock and began stroking him off. They stood like that for a while and deeply kissed. Then, he picked Tiffany's legs up and she wrapped them around his waist. Against the wall, he thrust his cock into her as they laughed and recounted the man they just killed and how sexy each of them looked as they did it.

"You're so good, Chucky." She whispered into his ear.

"You're good with a knife in your hand, Tiff."

"You love watching me kill people."

"I like lookin at ya while I fuck ya more."

Chucky pulled out before sitting down in the tub and she sat down on him. The water sprayed down on Tiffany's back as she rode him and the silver showerhead behind her looked like a halo over her head. She was his angel of death and he was ready to face it with her as the joined hands that wrought the end of those around them.

"Tiff? I'd kill for you. Maybe even come near death for ya."

She was breathless, "Die with me, Chucky."

Her lips crashed into his and their pace picked up. They'd come together, getting hit by what the French called "the little death", and sit there in that hotel shower as the water ran clear again while filling the room with thick steam. If that was what death was like, maybe Chucky wouldn't have a fear of it. Tiffany could be his joy through death.

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Tiffany liked using restraints, and Chucky was mostly a dom, which is how they got here.

She was showing him the new ropes, handcuffs, and gags she had purchased to use on her victims and it gave Chucky ideas.

"I was no boy scout, so I should practice my knot skills by usin you as my test subject."

Tiffany kissed his cheek and smiled, "You really do know how to show a girl a nice time."

"Take your clothes off, but leave on the heels, of course. You know I like the way they make your ass look."

After she was down to nothing but lingerie and heels, Chucky was unraveling the red rope to begin tying her wrists behind her back. It took a few tries, but he managed to get one tight enough that she struggled to move and strong enough that she couldn't wriggle the knot loose. Then he also tied her ankles together. He was admiring her sitting on the floor with her back to him while her arms were behind her when he got an idea.

"Hold on, Tiff. Don't move."

"I can't, but okay."

Grabbing a polaroid camera from the closet, Chucky was back in the living room standing behind her and finding an angle that was perfect.

"Stay just like that."

The flash went off and the film whirred out the top of the camera. Though it couldn't be seen, Tiffany wore a wicked smile, feeling a sense of pride that he thought she looked so good that it needed to be immortalized.

"Like what you see, sweetface?"

"I do. We should do more."

That night, he had her tied up in various positions. Sometimes, Tiffany would pose as though he was attacking her for fun, and it added to how much they were enjoying the moment. Throughout the photoshoot, she took off more and more lingerie.

A few of their favorite pictures he took were of when she was fully wrapped up on her side in red roping unable to move and a blindfold over her eyes, a crisscrossing pattern along her breasts, and a gag in her mouth, and knots that had her fully exposed to him.

The cuffs were saved for last. A few shots were taken of them around her wrists and ankles before they ended up actually having sex with her on her knees and hands cuffed together to the headboard as he took her from behind. His hand tugged her hair back, calling her his dirty slut, and she couldn't love him more.

The polaroids were scattered on the floor and across their dresser. Would the stuff she bought for their victims actually be put to their intended use, or would they just keep it for themselves? Who the hell cares? They were making art.

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Sometimes the marks they left on each other were a little more violent in comparison to the scratches and bites. An old woman at a bus stop once asked Tiffany if she was getting domestically abused, which turned into a very awkward discussion between the two about how she and Chucky liked to get rough in bed. Decided she no longer wanted to take the bus, and the elderly woman walked away blessing herself after that interaction.

Chucky and Tiffany liked to receive pain just as much as they liked inflicting it. If she slapped him across the face, or he spanked her ass, was almost as gratifying as killing together.

Smack. The clap of his hand against her skin, leaving a bright red handprint echoed through their bedroom.

They were fucking in lotus position with Chucky's back resting against the headboard, his teeth pulling at her nipple, and fingertips digging into her skin. Tiffany's head fell back as she shouted, arching into his mouth and taking his cock deeper inside her. Her nails made his back bleed. She didn't even need a flogger for the lines of broken skin when her nails were sharp and grip strong enough.

"Louder. I want more neighbors movin the hell out." He said through gritted teeth.

Tiffany's chest heaved with each moan and shriek he could get out of her and he chuckled victoriously. They didn't give a damn who heard them. They had no shame. Fewer neighbors meant there would be fewer potential witnesses.

"FUCK, CHUCKY!" Her voice cracked, "GIVE IT TO ME!"

Her hand struck his cheek and then firmly grabbed his face to pull him into a searing kiss. A switch flipped in Chucky, driving him insane, and he tossed her down so he could be on top. He took harsh bites from her neck to her stomach before settling between her thighs. Looking off to the side, he found the belt he wore earlier and pushed her over onto her stomach.

The belt made contact with her butt and he'd occasionally make a point to strike her vulva. Meanwhile, Tiffany was kicking and screaming into the sheets from pleasure. She was so wet from each blow to the skin and Chucky slipped his fingers into her with ease. His hands were vigorous, making her come consecutively until she had to push away his hands and get up as she wiped a tear from her cheek. Moving so she was sitting across his lap, Chucky kissed her tenderly.

"You take it so good, babe."

"I'm gonna get you back."

He raised an eyebrow with intrigue as she stood, going over to their collection of tools thrown on the floor. She grabbed a candle, lighter, and handcuffs.

"Be a good boy and lay out like a starfish for me, sweetface."

Hands and feet were restrained to each corner of the frame, and the candle was lit to allow the wax time to soften. Droplets of molten wax dripped onto his chest and stomach, causing Chucky to curse out and laugh like a madman. Then, she began letting the wax fall onto his cock, hypnotized by how it twitched in response. His legs were also covered until she was satisfied, followed by peeling it off his sensitive skin. That part somehow hurt more, but Chucky was in nirvana.

Tiffany was riding him again in that position, smacking his chest with his own belt and clawing at him. He wasn't sure when, but she managed to split his lip open, and she licked away at the stream of blood going down his chin. She roughly sucked on his lip, making it fat and purple, like a tick ready to burst with blood. With every hit against his face or body with the belt, he could swear he was closer to seeing God.

"Ti- TIFFANY, DON'T STOP! OH GOD, BABY!"

"NOT YET!" Her voice was raspy as she bounced on top of him. "I- ALMOST! ALMOST THERE!"

Back arching off the bed, Chucky was writhing beneath her as if trying to free his skeleton from his flesh. The bed squeaked as she continued fucking him along with the chorus of their moans. Suddenly, her walls were pulsing around him and Tiffany fell forward. Her face was in his neck whimpering and kissing the skin. The way each contraction milked his cock sent him over the edge not too long after.

They lay motionless with not even enough energy to speak as their breathing evened out. Chucky lost almost all feeling in his arms and legs. When Tiffany eventually lifted her head, she noticed how bloody his wrists were from straining against the shackles. After setting him free, they showered and bandaged up each other's love wounds before going to bed for the night.

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Following behind their selected target for the night, Chucky and Tiffany waited across the street from the corner store he entered.

"Alright, when he comes out, you go in front and distract him, while I get him from behind."

"So that's just your go-to for everything, isn't it?" Tiffany smirked at him and he put a finger to his lip.

"I know you're excited, Tiff. But that's gotta wait until after if we want this to be really fun. Got it, babe?"

She nodded in response and Chucky turned back to watch their prey at the checkout. When the man was walking on the sidewalk, Tiffany pretended to not see him and bumped into him, causing her stuff to fall to the ground.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm such a clutz, I should've been looking at where I was going!"

"Don't worry about it, young lady."

They collected all of her stuff back into the purse she was holding, and when they were standing upright again, Chucky came out with a rope tugged tightly around the man's neck and pulled him into the dark alleyway. He struggled against the restraint, making the couple laugh at his pathetic efforts. Tiffany could see that Chucky's arms were growing tired after a while and that the guy's thick neck would take a little longer than usual to strangle. She took her knife from her purse and let it shine in the moonlight.

"Need a hand, sweetface?"

The victim struggled more, almost taking Chucky down to the ground with him.

"Whenever you're ready, hon."

In one swift move, Tiffany's blade cut through his throat. Blood leaked down the front of his body and some managed to spray onto her chest as well. The body went limp and Chucky tossed it aside, needing a moment to catch his breath before making a beeline directly to Tiffany and kissing her neck. Her giggles bounced off the walls of the buildings they hid between.

"You look perfect this way. I've never seen someone look so good. If only I had a camera."

She was in heaven. Only Chucky could make her believe she was beautiful when she was covered in the bodily fluids of another. He walked her back against a wall and his mouth went further down, kissing and licking off the blood. A hand grabbed her ass, pulling her into his closer, and Tiffany moaned in his ear.

"Chucky, I want you."

Raising his head, he looked at her for a moment and then a dark smile spread across his features. His lips were on hers and the bottom of her skirt was bunched around her waist. Chucky took off his gloves so he could shove her panties to the side and finger her. Her hold around him grew tighter and he could just barely feel the sharp points of her nails digging into his back through his layers of jacket and shirts.

Her weight was supported by a tall brick building covered in graffiti and she couldn't feel the cold chill of the night when her body was covered by Chucky. He'd switch between fucking her with two fingers, his thumb circling her clit, and letting her fuck herself by grinding against his hand when she got really needy. It filled him with a sense of pride that he made her so desperate. It was also a bigger turn-on that Tiffany was just as aroused with murder as he was. Chucky laughed against her lips.

"Someone was really lookin forward to date night, huh?"

Tiffany laughed through a breathy moan. "Oh, and you weren't?"

Before he had the chance to throw more witty comments around, they heard a group of people in the distance being thrown out of a bar. At first, it seemed like they were heading in the opposite direction but one person in the group mentioned taking a shortcut through the alley the couple was in.

"Shit!" Chuck said taking his hand out of her underwear.

They fumbled to fix their clothes as the voices grew nearer and sped down the alley hand in hand so they would exit out the other end. The resounding screams of a horrible surprise almost made them stop to laugh and enjoy the terror, but they kept a move on to avoid being caught. Going back to the parking garage their car was in, they drove to an abandoned lot where the empty husk of a condemned building stood and housed nothing but forgotten and outdated machinery.

Chucky put the car in park and moved to the backseat. Tiffany was soon on top of him with her skirt pushed up once more while they shared hungry kisses. She sucked on his neck and undid his tie then worked on each button of his shirt. His hands brushed her sides and his head leaned back, enjoying her work.

"Hate when I can't have ya when I want ya, Tiff."

Her jacket was tossed up front along with her shirt, just leaving her bra. "You have me now, sweetface."

"Thank fuckin god."

Chucky's hands were around her waist pulling her to him. His cock was pulled out of his pants and Tiffany slowly sank down onto him. Holding onto his shirt collar, she began to slowly move her hips and Chucky kept one hand on her ass while the other was in her hair.

"Glad I have ya to help me kill, Tiff. You're a natural with a knife, which is very sexy."

"You think anything I do is sexy."

"Not everything," he shook his head. "Not you naggin me."

Tiffany stopped moving and the smile on her face was gone. She grew very serious, leaning away from him.

"Charles Lee Ray. Do you really want to do this right now?"

Sometimes he didn't know when to hold his fucking tongue. It was stupid comments like this that started outrageous fights on occaision. Yet Chucky was a wiley man. He could weasel his way out of sticky situations if he put some thought into it. His features turned into an innocent smirk and a hand spread out on top of her thigh as he looked up at her.

"But hey, someone's gotta keep me on my shit. Right, babe?"

He wasn't out of the clear just yet and laid it on thick.

"That's why we make a good team, Tiff. I'm the bullshitter and you see right through it. And I love ya for that. You keep me out of too much trouble."

Tiffany supposed that was the best he could do right now, especially considering he only gave a half-assed reconciliation solely because he wanted to continue having sex. Chucky knew he was given the green light when she rolled her eyes before kissing him. He bounced a leg beneath her, which caused her to laugh. Little fun things between them like that always worked to bring a smile to her face no matter what.

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It was a night of bar-hopping. They went to clubs, and taverns, and even shared a bottle they got at a convenience store. For once, they just wanted to spend the night enjoying each other's company. Chucky decided to call it quits when he could no longer hold Tiffany up on his own. She was a club girl and wanted to dance until she passed out, but she couldn't even stand without holding onto Chucky as if her life depended on it. He was sober enough to get them a cab and give their street name.

The whole drive, Tiffany was trying to flirt with him all while saying how much fun she had. A hand squeezed and inched further and further up his thigh as she spoke into his ear.

"Y'know," she paused to lean her forehead against the side of his face as she giggled, "I really really really had a- a wonderful night with you, baby. Thank you for taking me out."

Chucky smiled back and put his own hand on her thigh as he leaned over to talk into her ear.

"I like watchin ya move, Tiff. Ya look damn good tonight. I'm gonna eat you up when we get home."

She let out an excited squeal that made the driver jump and she pulled Chucky into a messy kiss. They were so uncoordinated and sloppy almost as if they didn't know how the other person kissed. Before the heavy petting could get any worse or Tiffany crawled into Chucky's lap, the cab driver pulled up to a curb.

"Alright, here's your street."

The toll was paid and they left the vehicle. Deliberately, Chucky never said which building they lived in, so they had to walk for a bit. This sobered him up enough that he could carry Tiffany if needed or act quickly in the event cops came along.

"WE NEED TO DO THIS MORE OFTEN!"

She was suddenly shouting and all of the people asleep at two in the morning would have unkind words to throw at them, or worse. That was the last thing they needed. Chucky put his hand over her mouth and spoke to her in a hushed tone.

"Tiff! What the hell are ya doin?! It's 2 am, you can't be yellin like this!"

All she could do was laugh. Then she held his hand in hers before putting his fingers in her mouth as she looked him in the eye.

"You have such pretty fingers, Chucky. I love when they get-" she hiccuped, "get all bloody, but I love when they're inside me more."

Chucky put a hand on the wall behind her and leaned over her with a smile.

"Well if we get home, we can do that second one sooner."

Tiffany grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in close as she whined. "No, I wanna do it now!"

Chucky knew her well enough that when she got demanding when drunk she either had to be put in her place or satisfied. He could do both right now. Scooping her up bridal-style, he marched onward to their building. It surprised her at first, but she was soon back to laughing some more and kissing the side of his face.

"Alright, princess. I'm gonna get us home and then I'll fuck ya until you can't remember your name."

Through the lobby, in the elevator, and down the hall he carried her through the building of their apartment until finally reached their door.

"Wait no! I wanna open the door!" She clambered out of his arms, almost falling, then fished out the key from her purse.

He watched as she dropped it a couple of times and missed the keyhole every now and then. Lighting a cigarette, he just waited and waited since she wanted to do this so bad and he wasn't going to stop her. Maybe five minutes later the door opened and she jumped around with glee clapping her hands.

"Hi home! We're home!"

Once again she was being unreasonably loud, but Chucky found it endearing. His hand snaked around her waist and the other motioned her to him.

"C'mere, Tiff."

Wrapping her in his arms, Chucky held her in a kiss. Her arms were around his neck and after a moment he felt her swaying, sort of- she had no rhythm or coordination, against him and Chucky leaned back in confusion.

"What're ya doin now?"

"I'm dancin!"

With her arms above her head, she slowly stepped her way to the middle of the kitchen dancing in silence. All Chucky could do was stand there stunned.

"Why?"

"'Cause, the music is still playin in my head!" Then she stopped as a thought flashed through her mind and ran over to their collection of records. "I have an idea!"

Walking over to her, he saw she was flipping through their small pile multiple times over.

"We don't have that many, Tiff. The fuck are ya lookin for?"

"That-" her hands moved around trying to figure the word out, "Depsh- dish? No, not dish. Danish? ...Dopish Mode?"

"Depeche Mode?! Tiff, that's in the D's and we have two of their albums!" He pulled each one out. "Here! Which one ya want, babe?"

"Yeah them! You pulled me out while they were playing." An exaggerated pout was on her lips. "You're lucky it wasn't Madonna or I woulda killed you."

"Not if I killed ya first."

They stuck their tongues out at each other and then Chucky brought them back to the conversation at hand.

"Do ya want 'A Question of Lust' or 'Black Celebration'?"

Tiffany looked through the list of songs for both records and made faces at the songs she did and didn't like before making her executive decision.

"Those albums both suck for dancing."

"Well no shit, they're for listenin and enjoyin!"

"Just play The Cure or something, Chucky."

Their copy of "Pornography" was placed on the rotary and sound came through the speaker. Chucky got them each a beer from the fridge and handed one to a now barefoot dancing Tiffany with a cheer and a kiss. He watched her bounce around in front of their television and drank his beer just admiring her spirit. Tiffany wasn't done until she said she was done, or something better caught her attention.

Deciding he wanted Tiffany near, he went up behind her and held her body close to his as he followed along in her swaying. They finished off their drinks and ground against each other to the music. Chucky had no idea what the lyrics were or what the songs were about, he only wanted her. With one arm around her waist, the other hand was on her breast squeezing it as his mouth descended on her neck. Tiffany's free hand was in his hair, nails digging into his scalp, and she was leaning back into him just like at the bar.

They were like that for some time, snacking on flesh and groping bodies, the overall flush of contentment. Tiffany turned in his arms to kiss him and Chucky lifted her again. Her legs were around his waist as he carried her to their bed. Gracelessly, they fell onto the mattress in a fit of laughter and he was on top of her again grinding his hips down on her like in the other room. Clothes were half-on, half-off. Neither one was completely naked, nor was it possible for them to be lucid enough to fully remove their clothing. Let's just say their shoes being off was good enough. The pants Chucky wore hung around his ankles and his shirt was open, exposing his abdomen. Tiffany was still in her bra and miniskirt at best.

Lazily, they made out, felt each other up, and basically had sex while clothed. But it seemed that they were in deeper than they thought.

Chucky was moving his hand further down Tiffany's body. She had been making noise all night long during their soft-core pre-sex. However, he noticed she was getting quieter as time went on. Just before dipping a finger between her legs, he looked up to see she was just about to fall asleep. It was then that he realized how exhausted he also was.

"Sweet dreams, hon."

With a kiss on her cheek, Chucky fell asleep on her, half hard and very intoxicated.

The hangovers they'd have the next morning would only be made worse by sleeping in their position.

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They were getting ready in a hotel room to go out for the night. He was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room while she did her hair and makeup. Tiffany turned away from the vanity to talk to him directly.

"Chucky, we always pick up girls with that. Why don't we ever use it on men? Some are into it, too."

The idea went through one ear and out the other every time she brought it up. Women were just easier to get that way, which was always his answer. He was right for the most part. Men would see them together and either pay them no mind or try to take Tiffany away from him. Chucky was more into watching Tiffany play with them, anyway. But lately, they were having a hard time finding victims and decided to go back to their roots. It was more of Tiffany's recommendation and Chucky ended up caving because he wanted to kill so badly.

"I tell ya every fuckin time, Tiff. It just doesn't work as well."

"Could we just try one more time tonight? Please? And if it doesn't work we'll find a girl."

"Then why waste our fuckin ti-"

"Because I know you like a challenge, Chucky. Men always try to fight back."

She was right, he loved a good challenge. He also loved to watch a victim waste their last energy on fighting back. Inhaling a cigarette, Chucky shrugged and let out a sigh.

"Alright. Fine. We'll try."

Out on the town they went and ended up at a nightclub filled with the best and worst that the area had to offer. Tiffany immediately stole away to the dancefloor while he ordered drinks. After taking a few shots together, she was back out on the dancefloor looking for potential victims while he managed to do the same around the bar.

"Chucky!" He turned to see her pushing her way through a crowd. "He's gonna meet us outside!"

"What?"

"The guy! I got us a guy this time!"

"Ya did?" Chucky was honestly hoping she wouldn't.

"Yeah, he's super nice! But he's kinda the he-man type so it was either you leave and we meet you, or we leave and he meets us down the street. He didn't want to be seen walking out with us."

Something about that just felt weird to him. It was the 1980's so he understood the general homophobic lens the public had, but Chucky wasn't feeling right about letting him be alone with Tiffany.

"Huh. Not suspicious at all."

"Chucky, you don't need to worry about me. If anything," her hands went up his chest and over his shoulders drawing him close, "he should be afraid of us."

"Let him wait for us, Tiff. He's gonna wish he didn't by the end of the night. That way it's more ironic."

Her hands played with his hair and smiled up at him then pointed out the soon-to-be sorry bastard in the crowd. They let some time pass with dancing and hot makeout sessions on the dancefloor. Chucky kept an eye on their perspective prey. No, he didn't seem like much of a fighter, but Chucky knew he could make a fun time out of him.

Their third met with them outside the hotel and followed them up to their room. Chucky didn't say much on the way there, letting Tiffany steer the conversations and get a feel for their new temporary friend. The couple exchanged a look as they entered and Chucky went off to the fridge to grab each of them a beer while she had the guy sitting on the bed as they talked and exchanged minor touches. He deliberately dropped a tablet or two of sleeping pills into the beer for the second man. After passing out drinks, Chucky grabbed Tiffany by the hand and pulled her away from the bed to kiss her. Feeling a bit left out, the guy pulled a sizeable baggy from his pocket.

"I have weed if you guys want some."

"Yeah, that would be great!"

The man was packing and rolling a few joints for them. Meanwhile, Chucky was nibbling on Tiffany's neck and feeling her up in his usual manner. Tiffany slightly pulled away to whisper into his ear.

"Chucky, you need to share. Otherwise, he's gonna get bored and leave. Then what are we gonna do?"

"Let him. He's borin me here, Tiff, and where's the fun in that?"

She pulled back to look at him incredulously. "No! We already brought him all the way out here! And what's with you passing up a kill? That's not like you at all, Chucky."

There was something off about Chucky, she could just feel it. Perhaps it was because they didn't have a woman, but it wouldn't entirely explain his demeanor. He seemed guarded and on edge, but why?

"Maybe he's not worth my damn time. If you want him dead so badly, then do it yourself, Tiff."

Chucky was the one to step away. He stormed back over to the fridge grabbing a beer before going over and taking a joint outside for himself. Tiffany was left standing there and the guy looked at her with confusion. She tried making her nervous laughter seem casual.

"That's just Chucky being Chucky. He gets a bit of a temper sometimes."

The man didn't question it and just kept packing and rolling two other blunts. She knew Chucky would come back once he was better. Sometimes he just had to blow off steam, yet this felt a little different than any other time she saw him in a mood. In the meantime, Tiffany thought she might as well have some fun for herself. After he finished, Tiffany was on him the same way Chucky was on her earlier. He responded with a timid, but similar, energy and she would occasionally place his hands where she wanted them. They managed to get into bed, with Tiffany on top and taking off his clothes. Just as he was about to get her out of her dress, Chucky dragged himself back in looking ready to kill. The two in bed looked over when they heard the door slam shut.

"Get your fuckin hands off her," Chucky said in a low voice.

"Chucky?"

Tiffany still wasn't able to read him. But she knew he was ready to take a life. She got off the guy's lap and Chucky slowly walked over to stand in front of the bed.

"Hey. I thought you guys wanted a three-way. What the hell?" The guy was starting to feel a bit weirded out.

When he stood to talk to Chucky, he was hit with the bottom end of the beer bottle he was still holding. Shards went all over the carpet and the man fell down to his knees, shouting in pain and dripping blood from his head. The bash even made Tiffany jump since Chucky was acting so unpredictable. He took the crumpled man by the ear to speak directly into it.

"Nobody touches her. Nobody looks at her. Nobody gets Tiffany unless it's me. Got that, asshole?"

The man nodded quickly, his blood and tears staining the floor. Then, Chucky took the remainder of the bottle in his hands and stabbed him in the stomach repeatedly. When the bottle broke into more pieces, Chucky lifted a pant leg to take out his knife and finished the job. Tiffany was on the bed watching the whole thing play out before her. So that was the storm brewing in his brain. It made sense now. The weird rush of arousal didn't surprise her, though, especially when mixed with her attraction to killing with him. She always did like the idea of a man fighting for her and being possessive, and with Chucky, he was that and much more.

Eventually, Chucky stood and dropped the knife alongside their victim and they held each other's eyes. He looked like he needed a moment. There was a period of silence between the two until a smile twisted at her lips at the sight of her disheveled man and Chucky started a deep chuckle as he walked over to where she sat on the bed. Falling down to lay beside her, he pulled her body down so he could pin her to the mattress. His mouth was on hers as he kissed her hungrily, biting her lips and taking her breath away. Her hands tangled in his hair while he slid off her dress and kissed his way down her chest. She was covered from the neck down in his kisses and had to pull him off her chest when he left particularly nasty marks on her breasts that felt more painful than anything, almost as though he had something to prove with each one.

His brain told him he did. Tiffany was his and he was gonna make sure every person know that dead or alive. The marking of his teeth, every moan he had her making, and each orgasm he brought her to further proved his point of being the only person she needed. Any time she tried to change their positions and be on top, he'd do something that turned her into a bowl of jelly. She was so lost in the pleasure she didn't realize they were at the foot of the bed until she reached to hold onto the footboard and her hand became covered in blood as it hit the head of their former temporary friend. That same hand reached for Chucky's face and she pulled him into a kiss, now covering his cheek and neck in blood, while he thrust into her harder.

Nails dug deeper and deeper into his back and shoulders. Tiffany was close to another orgasm when she realized he was talking. It wasn't to her specifically, but more of a verbal affirmation. He lifted his head up from her neck to look at her as he made his declaration.

"From now on, if anyone looks at ya," he huffed and grabbed her cheeks with one hand, "they're fuckin dead."

Bringing her mouth to his, Chucky kissed her fiercely and was soon coming inside her. The whole ordeal was dizzying as it was, but that last statement made her absolutely stupid with both love and lust. Shouting his name, Tiffany clung to him tightly as they rode out the waves of their orgasms. Overcome with exhaustion, she couldn't move, but Chucky rolled off her to lay on his back. His eyes were closed while he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern and Tiffany watched each heave of his chest as she fell deeper and deeper in love with him. That was when the idea started floating around in her head about getting a tattoo of his name.

All he could manage to say was simply, "No more three-way shit."

Tiffany smiled and curled up next to him after pulling up the blankets. Chucky put his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. They fell asleep in no time and would have to find the nearest store to clean up the mess they made of that man. No more would they try getting victims under the guise of having an open relationship. They would figure out other ways like they always did.

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Tiffany used diaphragms, birth control, and all sorts of emergency contraceptives. When they didn't have a condom handy, those were the main alternatives. Sometimes they were too rushed and spontaneous to consider sexual safety. On the other hand, neither one minded. Chucky liked having her any way he could and didn't need much else, and Tiffany liked being his for the taking.

Most of the time it would happen after her period when she became insanely horny while she was ovulating. Other times, it was after seeing him be nice to a child. She wanted him to be a daddy very much and dreamt of what a wonderful family they would have. Maybe one day.

It was Halloween night. This year, the killer couple decided to stay in and watch horror movies. Chucky had come back from a long trip and Tiffany was exhausted from working overtime, so they didn't feel like going out. However, she insisted they hand out candy, which Chucky refused, putting her in charge of every knocking trick-or-treater. Secretly, Tiffany was kind of happy about that because she liked watching the cute children of the building in their little costumes reaching up with bags and buckets for their yearly sugar high. But while she made dinner, it was Chucky's turn. A knock at the door had her looking over her shoulder at him and he groaned as he got up and grabbed the large bowl. The traditional line from a group of young children sounded as he opened the door.

"What are you supposed to be?" Chucky asked the kids wearing costumes he couldn't understand.

One taller boy in the back piped up. "We're the Thundercats. It's a show."

"Oh yeah. My friend's kid watches that I think." Chucky said and put a cigarette in his mouth. "Well, anyways. Happy Halloween."

The bowl was put in front of the group and they each took one, voicing their appreciation and then going off to the next apartment. Chucky shut the door and locked it before flopping back down onto the couch to light his cigarette and watch cartoons. It wasn't long before more knocks would come and Chucky was forced to adhere to the costumed children as Tiffany did earlier. Each time he grumbled and cursed under his breath making Tiffany smile to herself. It was funny watching that man of hers acting so inconvenienced but she was more entertained by how he'd talk to the kids. He'd be so awkward and unsure about every interaction and a piece of her somewhat felt terrible, but not bad enough to take over and let him finish dinner. There was one interaction that did make her stop, though.

The faintest knock was made. They could've almost sworn they were hearing things. Chucky put the television on mute just to make sure. After a moment they were a small voice coming from the other side of the door.

"Hello? Trick-or-treat."

He picked up the candy bowl and opened the door to see a small boy, maybe about five years old, standing alone in the hallway dressed up as Scooby-doo. His squeaky and raspy voice once again said the signature line as he lifted his matching bucket above his head. Chucky's eyebrows knit together as he poked his head out the doorway to see if anyone was with the boy.

"Hey, kid, who's supposed to be watchin you?"

"I ran from Grandma 'cause she was too slow." The little boy covered his face and laughed.

"Y'know, ya shouldn't do that. She's probably havin a cow right now lookin for ya. What's your name?"

"Grandma said not to talk to strangers."

"It's Halloween and you came to my door, kid. Look, I'm Chucky. Now, what's your name?"

"Stevie!"

Tiffany heard pieces of the conversation and went over to see if everything was alright. Chucky gave her a brief summary of their current situation.

"Is she your wife?"

The little kid pointed up to Tiffany as he asked Chucky and the couple stopped their conversation. She bent down to talk to the boy with a smile.

"Oh no, sweetie! I'm his girlfriend, Tiffany. Chucky told me your name is Stevie right?" He nodded. "Alright, sweetie, where do you live?"

It took him a bit to remember the exact room number, but they figured out he lived three floors below them. If his grandmother was as slow as he claimed, then they'd be stuck with him for a while. Tiffany invited him in and Stevie made a beeline for their couch where "Garfield and Friends" played on the television.

"Great." Chucky sighed and rolled his eyes.

He went over to where Tiffany was making dinner and got himself another beer. In a whisper, Chucky told her how much he hated the idea.

"Tiff, why the fuck did you bring the kid in here? I should be enjoyin my night, not babysittin!"

"I know, Chucky, but shit happens. You say it all the time. I'm gonna change. We'll eat later, let's just bring the little guy to his grandmother. Go make sure he's okay and doesn't want a drink or something. And don't let him stuff wrappers between the cushions!"

Reluctantly, Chucky did as he was told. The little Scooby-doo boy happily ate his candy and laughed at the cartoon animals while Chucky sipped his beer with a grimace. Then he turned to ask Chucky another question.

"Where are your kids?"

"I don't have kids."

"Why not?"

"I just don't."

"Do you want to be a dad?"

Chucky put down his drink and sat upright as he thought of his response. He couldn't be fully forthright with this nosy young child he had only just met.

"Y'know, you ask a lot of questions."

"My Grandma says that, too. But do you?"

"I dunno. I haven't thought about it much."

"Does your girlfriend want kids?"

Of course, he'd ask that. Tiffany wanted kids, obviously. She loved watching their friends' kids and practically died whenever she saw baby clothes at the store. One time a baby smiled at her while they were grocery shopping and he had to give her his handkerchief because her mascara started running.

Chucky shifted a little uncomfortably and leaned in close to the kid. "Yeah, probably. But we haven't talked about it."

"Why?"

"Dunno, we just don't."

Tiffany walked back in wearing her usual get-up and they went out into the hall. They assumed he might as well get the remainder of his trick-or-treating done as they search for the old woman. The way Stevie would giddily run up and knock on doors or run past other groups of children was adorable as Chucky and Tiffany walked behind him. She held onto Chucky's arm as they stood back to watch and started imagining their own child joining in the Halloween festivities.

"Can you knock on the door?" The boy said as he ran up to Chucky, whose blank expression did not waver.

"Why can't you?"

"It looks scary."

Chucky looked at the door, "It's just decorations, kid." Tiffany elbowed his side causing him once more to release an exasperated sigh. "Fuckin fine."

With a firm three knocks and Stevie by his side, Chucky waited for the kid to get his candy so they could leave. A middle-aged woman smiled at the pair.

"Oh what a good father you have! Taking you trick-or-treating!"

Chucky stammered, "I'm not-"

"Thank you!" Stevie was running away and Chucky and Tiffany had to chase him down.

A while later, as they were getting candy from the landlord, the grandmother was heard shouting for her grandson while hobbling down the hallway with her cane. He ran into her arms and she scolded him for running off but also thanked the Lord for his safety. Chucky was glad the kid was out of their hair, whereas Tiffany felt a bit of loss. She was really having a fun time in her little fantasy world.

The moment he closed the door and turned around, he saw Tiffany looking at him from where she stood at the kitchen table with a smile. Their dinner was set out on the table and he took his seat next to her.

"What is it, Tiff?"

"That was our last trick-or-treater of the night, which means we're finally alone and not gonna get bothered."

Chucky smiled back at her with a mouthful of food. "Yeah, now we can watch 'Texas Chainsaw' uninterrupted."

With a roll of her eyes, Tiffany laughed. "Shut up, asshole."

"But babe, the girls ain't wearin bras and you know how much I love watchin a hot chick get gutted."

He could be sarcastic when he wanted, and sometimes, he could drag it out for a while too. Tiffany didn't want a movie or anything, just him.

Once they finished, she picked up and put the dishes away for cleaning later. Chucky found a horror movie on the television and went to the fridge to grab a beer. Tiffany waited until he stood again to push him against the fridge with a firm kiss and her hands on each side of his face. He almost dropped the bottle he was so surprised. When she pulled back, he had a dumbstruck look on his face like one of his cartoon characters that only looked more foolish with her lipstick on his mouth.

"What's suddenly gotten into you, Tiff?"

"Oh, nothing," she was playing coy and paused before looking into his eyes and pressing her chest against his, "Daddy."

His head fell a bit as he laughed to himself. "So ya heard some of that."

"Yeah, I did, and I agree. I think you'd be a great daddy, too."

Tiffany calling him that sort of did things for him. An arm snaked around her waist as he held her close.

"Papa likes havin you all to himself, though, Tiff."

Her fingers played with his hair, "C'mon, Chucky. Haven't you ever wanted a mini you running around raising hell?"

There she was getting baby fever again. Damn hormones and period, he thought. But she did raise a valid point. Chucky would love to have a prodigal son that was a carbon copy of him. He wanted his legacy to continue.

"What if I told you that havin kids meant we had to stop killin?"

Tiffany shrugged, "Eh, we'd find a way to make it work."

"And we would probably be too damn busy or tired to fuck all the time like we do now."

"Mommy can handle it, don't you worry your sweet face." She said patting his cheek.

She would make a hot mom. His voice was husky as he spoke.

"Does mommy wanna go to bed?"

Grabbing his hand, Tiffany almost sprinted to the bedroom and Chucky may or may not have tripped along the way. Once inside, she pushed him to sit down on the bed and worked quickly on undoing his belt and taking off his pants. Her urgency made him laugh, but she was so desperate for him that it was also a big turn-on. She shoved Chucky's pants down before taking his cock in her hands. Sitting beside him, Tiffany drew him into a kiss while she stroked him off. Every now and then, he'd be moaning into her mouth. She spoke against his lips

"Y'know you are good with kids, Chucky."

"Well, someone's elbow got stuck in my side, babe."

Tiffany laughed at the comment. Then, getting on her knees, she took him in her mouth and Chucky laid back on the bed. Before he could get too into her moves, he decided it was best if he stopped her and sat up on his elbows as his hand reached for her hair.

"Tiff? Get the hell up here."

Tiffany was laid out on the bed while Chucky kissed her body. As always, he had to pay attention to her breasts. He was a boob man, after all. A thought occurred to him, which he'd never dare to voice aloud unless the situation were to actually arise, but he did want to revisit it later. If they decided to have a baby, that meant their child would have to be breastfed, which meant Chucky would have to share his ladies with his own kid. Chucky didn't share. However, Tiffany's tits would get even bigger and that was an exciting thought.

Her back arched into his mouth with every kiss, suck, and the swirl of his tongue around her nipple. Her hands messed up his hair and nails pierced his scalp, adding his moans to hers. Chucky kissed down her body before kneeling down on his knees just as she had done to him earlier. He shoved two fingers deep inside her immediately, making her gasp, then put his mouth over her clit. One leg was hooked over his shoulder drawing him in closer to her. His fingers curled just right as his tongue lapped over her and Tiffany was panting and riding his face until she was paralyzed by an orgasm.

Climbing up the bed to lay beside her, Chucky watched the rise and fall of her chest. Tiffany kept her eyes closed and reached to the side where she felt the mattress dip for him. Her hand hit his shoulder and she rolled on top of him as they kissed. His cock was inside her and she slowly rode him but he flipped them both to set the pace and devour her neck. Chucky enjoyed the sounds she would make from each long, deep thrust filling her to the hilt. For her, it hit the right spot but was agonizingly slow. Tiffany couldn’t figure out if she hated it or was in nirvana from how deliciously languid he was being. A hand roughly grabbed her breast and Tiffany shouted his name.

“Chucky,” she breathed heavily, “do it to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, daddy.”

His hips rocked faster and his thumb circled her clit. She was coming hard around him. Chucky came in her, causing a second smaller orgasm to hit her as he kept fucking his load into her. Tiffany pulled his body against hers to kiss him deeply as he stayed inside.

When he decided it was time to pull out, Chucky watched as their combined fluids dripped out of her. It was like watching the first snowfall of the year to him. He thought this was the second most beautiful position he’s ever seen her in. The first being mid-murder and covered in blood, of course.

They both knew they were playing with fire whenever they did that, and there would be multiple scares, but that didn’t stop them. They liked the risk.

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Even before they officially started their relationship, Chucky and Tiffany had casual hookups. After their first meeting, they realized they had some similarities beyond murder. Each of them liked having sex with the other, so sometimes they would just get together to smash and slaughter, other times they would simply smash.

Chucky would call her from wherever he was. He didn’t want to give out his own number, and she never asked why. They’d arrange a time and place to meet and the rest is self-explanatory. The first time she met him, Tiffany was under the impression he was just going to kill her at any given point, which is why she had brought her own knife to be ready. In the end, she didn’t need it and she learned a lot about him. Then he finally invited her to his home.

A knock was heard at the door. Chucky walked over and opened it wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of socks with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Casual, she noted, unlike his average suit and tie getup. More comfortable.

“Hi, Chucky.” She smiled at him.

“Hey. C’mon in.”

Every time they did this, Tiffany tried to make herself look sexy, yet he never commented on it, and she wasn’t sure if she was annoyed or not. Maybe he didn’t need to verbally affirm that she looked good because he physically made it known how into her he was. Maybe he just liked fucking her and would get rid of her soon like the others. Maybe her brain should shut up so she can enjoy the fucking she’s about to get.

“How are things going?”

Chucky shrugged and walked on with Tiffany following behind. “S’goin.”

It was a simple home. Rented, of course, but nice. There weren't many things on his walls, a bookcase filled with books and VHS tapes, a couch, small television, and a side table. She could bet he didn't spend much time here because it barely looked lived in. Some clinking in the L-shaped kitchen stole her away from her thoughts.

"Ya want a beer?"

"Alright, why not?"

As he was getting their drinks, she watched him closely in case he decided to slip something in it and kill her on his own turf. That's what Tiffany would do if the tables were turned. But she liked Chucky, so she wouldn't dream of killing him unless he broke her heart. Chucky handed her the beer and they did a small cheer. She followed him over to his couch and took a sip before talking.

"Hey, remember that old woman we killed a week or two ago and then threw out in the old mill?"

"Yeah?"

"They finally found her. The news said some squatters were there and it turned out to be a murder investigation and a drug raid."

Chucky gave a hearty laugh, "No shit! Ah, damn, I kinda feel bad for those sorry bastards. Had I known, I woulda picked a different spot."

They talked and laughed as though they knew each other for years. Something about this time felt different, but Tiffany couldn't put her finger on what. She assumed it was because Chucky finally invited her to his house. That had to be it. Tiffany overthought and rambled on.

"Y'know? It's just funny 'cause you never think-"

Chucky cut her off, "Tiff?"

"What is it?"

He put a hand on her thigh and gave her a half-smile, one that she would grow to be very familiar with. "I like talkin with ya, but for once, stop talkin."

She didn't know how to react. His voice was gentle and he kept his eyes on her lips.

"Look," Chucky started as he reached into his pocket, "I-uh managed to grab this before we left."

Opening his hand, Chucky presented her with a simple, but expensive, necklace he stole from the aforementioned dead woman. Her eyes lit up and her heart skipped a beat.

"You got that for me?"

"Well, ya said it'd be a shame if it got buried with her or somethin like that. So, I thought, 'eh, what the hell? She'll put it to better use'."

That translated to 'I heard you admiring the necklace, and I think you should have it because I want you to' in Chucky terms. In Tiffany's terms, it meant 'I won't kill you because I like you'.

She thanked him and then turned to face away from him so he could clasp the chain around her neck. It was a test to see if he really meant what he said. Chucky could easily kill her this way, which is why she reached into her purse and grasped her knife. However, he saw what she was doing. After putting the necklace around her neck, Chucky placed his hands on her shoulders and sighed.

"Ya don't need to do that, Tiff." He said, making her turn to look at him.

"Do what?"

"I'm not gonna kill ya."

"You're not?"

"No. I just got ya the necklace ya liked, Tiff. Why would I go through all that trouble just to get rid of ya?"

"I don't know. But it would've been really easy for you to strangle me just now."

"And did I?"

Tiffany shook her head. Now she was a little confused. Then he kissed her like it was his last wish on earth, not his usual roughness. Hands held her face as he kissed her lips, cheek, and jaw to go down her neck. He pulled her into his lap slowly running his hands over her body. Tongues slid against each other and his hands kept her hips firmly against his.

"You got a bed in this place?" Tiffany said breaking the kiss.

"Course I do," Chucky smiled against her lips, "I'm not a complete heathen."

When they got to his bedroom, there was no half-hearted fumbling of just getting things done and over with. For once, he was gentle and took her in his arms with care. As clothes were discarded, they rolled around on the mattress, laughing, conversing, and just enjoying the time. He ended up between her hips. Legs framed his torso as he kissed and licked his way down her body. Taking off her panties, Chucky ran his hands down her legs. Tiffany's legs parted, causing him to smile as he looked down at her fully exposed. Settling so he lay on his stomach, he grabbed her hips to place kisses on her inner thighs.

A finger twirled a strand of Chucky's hair around as she watched. It was obvious that he loved giving head, especially when he made a show of it with how intimate he could be. His mouth went down all while making sure to look up at her. He watched as she reacted to every methodical move, and could've watched her for hours. She was his new favorite form of entertainment.

"Fuck me with that pretty face, Chucky." She moaned and he smiled against her.

It made him stop and sit up, causing Tiffany to prop herself up on her elbows and look at him with confusion.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, Tiff. I just wanted somethin else."

Assuming he meant actual fucking, Tiffany moved to straddle his waist, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Who said I was finished with ya?"

Her eyebrows knit together. "What?"

"I'm not done with you yet, Tiff. I just wanted to give ya a seat."

She bit her lip with excitement before throwing her arms around his neck for a kiss. Chucky laughed against her lips and they fell back onto the mattress. Then she got up and positioned herself over his head. Her hands held the headboard when Chucky resumed tongue-fucking her. Wanting to repay the favor, she got up to turn around. Leaning on her elbows, Tiffany bent down to take his cock in her mouth. Chucky moaned against her and the vibrations went right to her center. Her head bobbed up and down and nails dug into his thigh while Chucky flicked his tongue over and over.

Later he would see her lipstick not only smeared on his face but also on his cock. For now, Chucky was almost lost as she started sucking on his tip while jacking him off with her hand. His head fell back against the bed and Tiffany turned her head to playfully scold him while she kept a slow pace.

"Hey! Don't leave me hanging over here, I'm doing a lot of work on my end!"

Chucky pinched her ass, making Tiffany squeal. His hands rubbed her legs. "Ya had me forgettin I had a job to do."

Tiffany squeezed and moaned around his cock when Chucky added a finger into her as he sucked her clit. She started grinding on his face and Chucky half wished he was able to push her head down deeper onto his dick. Every noise she made accompanied by what she was doing to him was enough to break him into pieces.

"Fuck. Fuck, Tiff." Chucky said while keeping his mouth on her.

Hips bucked up into her hand. She knew he was going to come and covered the tip of his cock with her mouth as he did. A voice in Chucky's brain wished he had seen her face taking his load down her throat. Tiffany sat up, licking some of the remnants of his ejaculation off her hand like a cat cleaning itself, and put her hands over his on her hips as she rode his face. Chucky bent his knees and Tiffany used them to lean on. Tongue lapping on her, he reached up for one of her breasts to give it a squeeze. Tiffany had his other hand in hers as she came on his tongue.

The two lay in the middle of the mattress, softly caressing skin and sharing kisses. Tiffany buried her face in his neck while his fingers drew imaginary lines on her back. A moment of silence passed before it was broken.

"Tiff? You wanna stay the night?"

Tiffany looked up to peer at the window, seeing full daylight and busy traffic down below, and then back at him.

"Chucky, it's the early afternoon."

"I know." He pushed a strand of red hair out of her face, "But, ya see, I kinda like havin ya 'round if I'm bein honest."

For once, Chucky was honest about his feelings, and Tiffany thanked any existing power that she didn't have to read between the lines to understand him. That night, she stayed and they had takeout, watched movies, and had lots more sex. She woke up the following morning with him clinging to her back and smiled as she felt whole.

That's how it officially started between them.

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The police named him the Lakeshore Strangler for a reason. Strangulation was one of his favored methods of murder, and he couldn't deny himself utilizing his best skills.

Tonight, he was feeling particularly dominant. Chucky was holding Tiffany, their bodies tangled in sheets, while she was coming down from an orgasm. He watched as she lazily placed kisses across his chest and on his neck and saying how much she loved him. His hand brushed some hair out of her face before landing to hold her cheek. Tiffany smiled at him when his thumb started stroking her bottom lip and pressed a kiss to it. Then, she put it in her mouth and sucked on it.

"You're a good girl, Tiff."

With a smile, Tiffany leaned over to kiss him on the lips. The hand he had on her cheek slid down to brush her neck, then he closed his hand around it loosely. Her hand went over his to make it squeeze her neck a little. She loved when he choked her, and Chucky was happy she liked being choked. The first time they tried it was similar to when he held her at knife-point on their first meeting. Tiffany remembered how she could see him think about doing it, and with some encouragement on her end, he realized she was into that, too.

They were flipped now with Chucky above her and repositioning himself to go into her. After he started applying more pressure to the sides of her throat, Tiffany tightly wrapped her legs around his hips bringing him in closer. A steady pace was set between the two as Chucky looked down at her.

"Ya like when I choke ya, huh?"

Her hands caressed his arms and she bit her lip. "Yeah."

His hand tightened, causing Tiffany to gasp a little for air. The moans leaving her mouth were quieter this way, but Chucky was still able to get off just from looking at her face along with the way her walls tightened around his cock each time his grip became stronger. When he decided to go faster, Tiffany's nails clawed at him and he kissed her.

"C'mon, baby. Papa can make ya come again."

Her eyes were on his as she tried to form a sentence. "F-fuck! Oh my god, Chucky!"

He kept pounding into her and smiled, "Yeah, you can do it."

Then her face focused on him and she grabbed his wrist with both hands.

"Choke me harder, moron!"

Chucky cackled. She would ask for more, and he loved giving it to her. His hand squeezed tighter around her neck as he continued fucking her and she smiled through gasps. His thumb found her clit, and for a moment, Chucky thought she stopped breathing entirely as her back arched upward. Tiffany's body spasmed beneath him as she came hard with a gasp. As her body quaked, Chucky kept up the rough speed to chase his own orgasm. She was becoming overstimulated the longer it took, making her shout and scream as she was hit with a second orgasm. Letting go of her neck, he fell on top of her and held her hips tightly as he emptied himself inside her. It was just like how they started the final round, but now Chucky was placing kisses on Tiffany's skin.

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Despite their consuming loyalty, they always threatened to kill one another.

Anything could set either of them off. Jealousy, infuriation, insecurities, it didn’t matter. Make them mad enough, they’ll say some things they only partially meant.

Objects would be thrown or destroyed, and vulgar phrases shouted, belittling on both sides.

Then there would be sex. They’d fuck the hate away or use it as a way to make up. After that, everything was peachy... until the next fight.

"Fuckin try me, Tiff! I swear to fuckin God I will push you into traffic and watch your body bounce off the fuckin cars!"

"Fuck you!" Tiffany shouted before taking her drink and throwing it in his face.

The cocktail got in his eyes, only making him more furious. At this point, Chucky was seeing red. He followed behind her to grab her by the shoulder roughly before shoving her back against the cabinets of the kitchen. Tiffany wriggled around trying to free herself, but Chucky had a strong grip on her arms. If she wasn't equally as pissed off, she would realize how much it hurt. Taking the heel of her shoe, Tiffany stabbed the top of his foot and he bent over in pain as he shouted.

"FUCKIN BITCH!"

"Keep your fucking hands off of me, asshole!"

Chucky lunged to grab her again, and when he did, Tiffany reached into her bra, took out her knife, and pointed it at his face. He grabbed her hand and wrist trying to make her drop it while she fought back. The knife fell with a clatter after he slammed her hand against the wall a few times. A hand shot out to grab her by the throat and she was gasping for air and clawing at his hands as he held her against the wall. Her eyes went wide watching him as he leaned in so his lips brushed her ear as he spoke.

"In this house, I do what I fuckin want. You belong to me, and you're mine to have...and to kill."

After being let go of his grip, Tiffany tried slapping him across the face, but Chucky caught her arm and pinned it behind her back.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She yelled and he shoved her hips up against the cabinets.

"You wanna go ahead and act like a goddamn brat? I'm gonna give ya what you deserve!"

Chucky grabbed a fistful of hair, bent her over the counter, and pressed himself against her ass.

"Oh, go ahead! Fuck me! That's the only way you know how to show how much of a man you are! Y'know, a real man wouldn't need to use his dick to get his way!"

"Maybe I will! I'll fuck ya and then make soup of your abdominal cavity like all those other whores!"

Tiffany could hear him working on undoing his belt with the hand that wasn't holding her arm in the uncomfortable position. She laughed to herself as she imagined herself grabbing him by the hair and dangling his sorry ass over a pen of hungry pigs.

"I hope the cops get your ass after they find my fucking body! Go rot in hell!"

His free hand grabbed her throat holding her up against him. Somehow, he was hard. Perhaps it was because he was thinking about murder, but she wasn't surprised. However, she was surprised that knowing he was aroused unfortunately did the same thing to her. Damn conditioning and knowing each other's bodies. Chucky pulled her against him so that she rested all her weight on him, and his mouth right against her ear.

"If I go down, your ass is comin with me."

Then she was being thrown in the direction of their kitchen table. Pushing a chair over, Chucky was grabbing her and shoved her on top despite her efforts to get away.

"Is this all you ever think about?!"

She didn't want to have sex with him right now, but her body disagreed with her brain, which would rather beat him over the head with one of the pans. He got in her face and didn't blink.

"Well sometimes, I think about you takin one of your little bubble baths," Chucky started, "and how I'd like to hold your head under the water until you stop movin."

In a fit of rage, Tiffany punched him hard square in the nose. Reaching up to find blood coming out of his nose like a faucet, Chucky looked ready to kill her. They stood there in silence for what felt like hours, but in reality, was a matter of seconds. He stood between her legs, blood dripping down his face and onto his shirt, as Tiffany's glare was unwavering. The tension was so thick in the air neither one could breathe unless it were followed by screaming at the top of their lungs.

Tiffany made a move to get off the table but was stopped by Chucky pinning down her shoulder to the table with a hand and attacking her lips with his own. Her nails dug into his face and she pushed him off, but he came back. The free hand of Chucky's went down to touch her over her panties and he pulled back with an evil smile.

"So you're turned on, too."

"Not by choice!"

He laughed deep in his throat and began slowly rubbing her clit and Tiffany tried to fight back a moan. The hand that held down her shoulder was now around her throat squeezing roughly. However, it wasn't the usual way he choked her, he wanted to actually strangle Tiffany. With eyes wide, she tried reaching him, but with no success. All she could manage was to kick him. Chucky was taking his cock out and she made her disgust very apparent with a scoff.

"You pig!"

She was pulled to the edge of the table before the edge of her dress was shoved up her body, panties were moved to the side, and Chucky put his cock in her. Tiffany spat in his face and some got in his eye. Chucky grimaced then grabbed her roughly by the jaw.

"You're gonna take it just like ya always do! Face it, Tiff, ya can't refuse me. I'm the best ya ever fuckin had!"

She laughed in his face, "Are you kidding?! I've had way better!"

A lie, but they were deep into the belittlement run, now. It brought out a new kind of monster in Chucky. He pulled out and ripped off her underwear completely before shoving her back up against the cabinets. Her body slammed into it causing her to yell as her chin made contact with a sharp corner. As she tried steadying herself on her feet, Tiffany was once again being bent over, but this time with much more force. Chucky held her face down and shoved himself back inside then started thrusting into her with ferocity. Each time he did, the bone in her cheek was hit by the flat surface and she felt nothing but pain in her face. The pain mixed with her reluctant pleasure and Tiffany shouted her hatred for him through moans.

"I- I FUCKING HATE YOU! GOD! FUCK YOU!"

"SHUT UP!"

Her face was pushed down harder so most noises she made got muffled. A hard smack to her ass and she was tightening around him like she always did, making Chucky laugh grimly. She was close and so was he, but Chucky wouldn't be done after he finished in her. Giving in, Tiffany arched her back feeling overcome by each push in and out.

Her voice broke and she choked out a moan as she came. "You're a... FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Chucky gritted his teeth when she came around him, but never let up. Fucking into her harder like some cheap prostitute he picked up from the corner, he didn't give two shits about if it hurt her or anything. He finished deep inside her while Tiffany remained bent over the counter digging her nails into the countertop and breathing heavily between screams.

Her legs gave out beneath her and she slowly sank to the floor. Gasps and whimpers turned to actual sobbing, causing Tiffany to completely crumple with her head in her hands. Chucky was buttoning back up his pants, and when she didn't get up after a while, he felt overcome with dread. As he bent down to look at her, Chucky saw the bruise forming on the side of her face where he pushed her against the countertop. He never meant to hurt her like that, not without her permission.

"Tiff...baby I- I never meant to do that to ya."

His hand reached out to her shoulder, but she smacked it away as she turned from his gaze. Tiffany tried hiding the sounds of her sniffling, only breaking his heart more. This time, when he reached for her again, she snapped back, but he needed her to look at him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"TIFF! LOOK AT ME, DAMN IT!"

Just as it started, she was fighting his touch, until he forcefully wrapped his arms around her body and waited for her to stop trying to get away. Tiffany cried in his arms there on the kitchen floor and placed a couple of weak punches to his chest, and because he caused it, Chucky found himself fighting off his own tears. He rocked their bodies and kissed her hair as his shirt became tear-stained and covered in smudged makeup. Then, he gently held her chin and had her looking at him.

"I didn't mean for it to go this far," Chucky said shaking his head. "What I said, I didn't mean it, Tiff. I was just pissed off. I'm sorry I did this to ya and you can hate me all ya want, I get it."

Tiffany didn't say a word. All she did was sniffle and wipe away unending tears. She reached out to touch his nose just barely with the tip of her finger, and Chucky winced back in pain, which made her jump a little, too. Her thumb wiped away some of the blood that dribbled down to his upper lip before a new wave of tears came with a vengeance.

"I'm so sorry, Chucky. I love you so much," Tiffany sobbed as she threw her arms around his neck.

They clung to each other with Chucky rubbing her back and silently swearing to himself he'd never allow them to go that far again. The way they handled their dispute was a bit depraved, even for them. All the while, Tiffany cried her heart out and repeated how sorry she was for all the nasty things she said followed by how deeply she loved him.

When she was reduced to quiet hiccups and gripping his clothes with white knuckles, Chucky got her up and they made their way to the bathroom where she took off what remained of her makeup. They got into bed and wrapped themselves around each other as the night consumed them.

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A body lay motionless while getting swallowed up by a red puddle and they were also covered in the red. The victim was slashed up by one and then the other. Their laughter still filled the room between heated kisses and heavy groping.

"Is that your knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Chucky?"

"How'd ya know?!" He said taking out his knife from his pants and holding it between them, "But I am very happy to see ya, Tiff."

The tip of his knife traced from under her chin to her tattoo. "Where's yours?"

Tiffany reached into her bra and then brandished her weapon with a smile. She was sitting in his lap on the side of the hotel bed, cutting his tie off his neck, while he dragged his knife lightly against the skin of her upper thigh.

Each one took turns using their blades to cut off an article of clothing or make tiny pricks into the skin of the other. Chucky made an incision about an inch long in her palm and licked it up. Tiffany pierced his finger to suck on it. Then they changed positions so her legs were wrapped around his hips as he sat up above her. His knife was now held above her head and her smile grew.

"Ooh! My favorite position."

Chucky laughed deeply in his throat, "Say the words for me, Tiff."

"Do it. Do it to me, now."

He let out a content sigh, "Anythin you want, hon. But first, open up."

When she opened her mouth, Chucky laid his knife flat on her tongue and slid it down to her lip. She could taste the faint remnants of their victim's blood on it. His mouth replaced the blade and they shared kisses as they settled deeper into the bed. They were laying down with Tiffany propped up on an elbow leaning over him and lightly pressing her knife to his trachea.

"Chucky, you need to shave."

"Give me a shave now."

"Maybe in the morning if you're good." She said as the flat side slowly outlined his jaw. "I have other things I wanna do right now."

Something shining and glinting in the background stole her attention just as she was about to bend down and kiss him. A thought occurred to her then. Reaching over onto the nightstand behind Chucky, she grabbed a gun and waved it as she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Feelin lucky, Chucky?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“You ever play Russian roulette?”

“Eddie and I would play with a bow and arrow. That’s how he lost a toe.”

“What about with a gun?”

“This is a first, but I’m game if you are.”

He was game no matter what. It was his gun, and he was the last one that used it. Chucky knew exactly how many bullets were inside.

“Alright, we need rules. One person holds it at the other and then they can pull the trigger whenever they want.”

“No pointin at the head or anything important, though. I still need ya to help me get rid of the body.”

“Deal”, she handed the gun to him. “You get to hold it first.”

It was a show of trust. Tiffany trusted him not to kill her, not that he would, but also she knew he wouldn’t hurt her too much. Chucky pointed the gun at her leg and pulled her into a kiss. Her hips were grinding against his and his mouth sucked on her neck until...

Click.

Tiffany jumped and then broke out in a fit of giggles when nothing happened. She was bouncing on his lap feeling the rush of adrenaline set in.

“You almost had me there! Now it’s my turn!”

“Alright, alright.”

He handed over the firearm to his girlfriend who was reaching out and clapping her hands for it. It was pointed at his leg after Tiffany got him out of his pants and held his cock in her hand.

They took turns giving head and holding the gun on each other with Tiffany flinching every time the trigger was pulled. The more uneventful shots taken, the higher the stakes were raised. When she sat down on his cock, Chucky pointed it at her shoulder.

"This could be it, Tiff. You sure you wanna keep playin?"

"There's another one after this one, right?" She asked and he nodded. "Then maybe the next one is it."

"That scare ya at all?"

"No, I kinda like the rush", Tiffany said as her hips began to rock. "Does it scare you?"

"Not one bit."

Chucky watched her as she threw her head back when he grabbed her breast. Bending forward, she pressed herself against his bare chest and dug her nails into his scalp. The end of the gun was pressed into her shoulder and when he pulled it she bit his lip.

Finally, she had the last turn.

Only one shot left, and the barrel was pointed at Chucky. He could see she was apprehensive at first and took her hand to point it directly at his chest.

"If anyone's gonna do me in, I want it to be someone who knows how to clean the mess."

"Shut up, Chucky, that's not funny."

He shook his head and smiled, "No, it's perfect. I'm gonna die mid-fuck lookin at the most beautiful thing on earth."

Tiffany's hand was about to lower the gun, heart pounding in her chest and feeling very unsure, but Chucky took her hand again and moved it to point at his left temple.

"This is all part of the game, Tiff."

"I think we know who won, Chucky."

"Not until ya pull the trigger."

Chucky pulled her against him and pressed her hips down so that she took him deeper. Kissing and sucking on her neck, he made her dizzy. Tiffany's palm began to sweat around the handle. She was stalling.

"I'm getting to that part. I'm just building up the anticipation."

Bouncing his leg, he had her riding his cock as they kissed. Sometimes her hand would falter almost dropping the gun or lowering it from its placement, but he would put it back to his head every time. Tiffany would rather keep it pointed at his shoulder, but this was how the game was being played. Eventually, Chucky was getting closer to a climax, but he wanted her to set off the gun first. He could tell she was close too, which is why he instigated her trepidation.

"I know you're holdin off, Tiff. Just do it already while we're still havin fun."

She had to be sure. They were cheek to cheek with his head between hers and the pistol. The thought of living without him was difficult to think about as it was, but being the reason why she was alone was unbearable. If this was how he died, then she was making sure they'd go together. Chucky heard her pull back the hammer and smiled. Tiffany's hand started to shake as it slowly squeezed the trigger and at the very last second she pointed the gun at the wall.

Click.

Chucky began laughing wildly and Tiffany sat there wide-eyed as realization washed over her. She was frozen in shock, then looked at the gun in her hand. Throwing it to the floor, she grabbed his face and screamed.

"THERE WERE NO BULLETS THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU KNEW?!"

He couldn't speak as he threw his head back. When she started huffing and trying to get off of him, Chucky held her down locking her in place. Tiffany began smacking his chest and shoulders as she called him some very unkind words. Chucky shut her up with a kiss knowing she would eventually find the humor in it as well. For now, he was going to rail her to release the built-up adrenaline between the two of them.

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Her mother used to say tattoos made women look like cheap whores. A woman should never get tattoos because they'll make her look ugly on her wedding day and take away from the dress. Mrs. Valentine said a lot of bullshit that she never took seriously.

Tiffany sat anxiously in the chair in the waiting room. She was excited about it yet a little nervous. Would he like it? What if they broke up? No, they were going to get married, she absolutely knew it. Then her appointment was next.

"What are you getting done?"

"I'd like that heart design with the knife in the side and the name Chucky above it, please."

She pointed to the print in the book from the waiting room and the tattoo artist took out a copy.

"Big? Small? And where do you want it, kid?"

Where else would be perfect other than his favorite spot? Not to mention, she wanted everyone to see his name on her skin. The world would know just who Tiffany Valentine belonged to.

The entire process took about three painstakingly long hours, but she was excited to run home and show Chucky. The only problem was that he was off on another one of his trips, which meant the surprise had to wait. In the meantime, she took care of the new embellishment on her skin. Tiffany couldn’t raise her right arm without pain shooting through the side of her breast and her shoulder. If anything touched it, the feeling was similar to poison ivy. But once the inked skin began to mend, she couldn’t stop touching it. His name was permanently embroidered into her, just like how he was a permanent presence in her life.

Chucky came back about a week later with a thud of his duffle bag as he walked through the door.

"Tiff? I'm home."

He could smell dinner cooking from the hallway. Tiffany was bent over the oven door pulling their meal out to cool before being served. She ran and jumped into his arms and planted several kisses on his face.

"I missed you! No more going away for a while."

"You say that every time I go away, Tiff."

"This time I mean it!"

Her arms were tight around his neck and Chucky noticed she was just wearing one of his sweaters instead of her own revealing clothes. Even in the Windy City chill, Tiffany wore clothing that accentuated her figure. Something was up, he had an inkling. But maybe she just missed him more than usual this time.

Dinner was normal and he told her about where he and Eddie had gone and who they killed. When they finished, she slid an envelope across the table. Chucky internally had a heart attack, thinking she was going to announce she was pregnant.

"Uh, Tiff? What the hell is this?"

"Open it!"

He took a reassuring breath before discovering the envelope's contents. It wasn't a pregnancy test but a simple receipt and a small sketch.

"Looks like a tattoo." Tiffany nodded hoping he'd put two and two together. "What? Ya wanna get a tattoo? Tiff, honey, ya don't need my permission. You're a big girl."

She rolled her eyes. He could be stupid sometimes. Tiffany discarded the sweater leaving her in her lingerie. Chucky finally saw her tattoo and couldn't stop staring at it. Her voice was soft as she took his hand in the middle of the table.

"Happy anniversary, Chucky."

For once, Chucky was speechless and got out of his chair to kneel down beside her for a closer look. A hand reached out to brush over it and she bit her lip in anticipation. His finger traced the outline of the heart but then Tiffany grabbed that hand to press a kiss to the inside of his palm before placing the hand over her tattoo.

"This", Chucky started, "is the greatest thing I've ever seen. Makes what I got ya meaningless."

"I don't need anything, Chucky."

"Don't start with that bullshit, Tiff. Women always pull that card, and then expect the world."

"No, honest, Chucky! I don't need anything. I have you," her hands held his face, "and now I always will. It's like a gift for both of us."

Nobody filled Chucky with as much love as Tiffany could. This moment proved her unwavering devotion to him and he knew he wanted to keep her around for the long haul. He wasn't a sap or anything, which is why he chose to express himself physically versus verbally. Chucky leaned down and kissed her tattoo. Her heart sped up.

"I'm yours, Chucky. Forever."

"That's all I can ask for, Red."

Chucky's mouth ran along her chest while he remained on his knees. He took her out of her lacy bra and held her close as his lips descended on each breast. Tiffany held his head with her nails raking through his hair and occasionally placing kisses on the top of his head. One of his hands glided down her side, squeezing her hip before going between her knees. With a moan, her legs parted and she pulled his head to hers for a kiss as he teased her over her panties. Fingers worked over her and she was breathing heavily into his mouth. The panties were pushed to the side so he could slide a finger into her. She gasped at the way he used the finger to gather up her wetness before circling her clit and Chucky smiled as she began to tug on his hair desperately. Her hips rode his hand until she suddenly pushed him away, almost causing Chucky to lose his balance, and he looked at her as though she had five heads.

"Tiff? You o-MMPH!"

Launching out of the kitchen chair, Tiffany tackled him to the floor in a kiss and they fell back with a thud. Straddling his hips, she hastily tried taking him out of his shirt then his belt and pants, only managing to get them halfway down his legs. Then she was grinding her hips on his cock.

“Jesus!” Chucky said when she took her lips away.

“You really need to stop leaving me all alone like this, Chucky.”

“I can see that.”

At this point, Chucky was as insanely turned on as she was. The prospect of having her again after coming home was one thing, then there was the idea of anniversary sex. To top it all off, he was more than pleasantly surprised by the gift she gave him, and it only made Chucky want her more. But this was a little too much too soon. Tiffany was grabbing at him, but he had to stop her for a moment and catch his breath as he held her wrists.

"Tiff, baby, I'm lovin this, but just slow down, okay? We can do it, but you need to take a fuckin breather or else I might not make it." Hands went to her waist. "You're gonna be the fuckin death of me."

Hands went to his hair, "See what you do to me, Chucky? You've made me a wreck."

He did love Tiffany for being herself. They drove each other crazy in a multitude of ways, but that just made their love stronger.

Sitting back on his legs, Tiffany moved some hair out of her face and let out a sigh. Her hands slowly raked up and down his chest, waiting for him to be ready to go forward. Chucky moved to sit up so he could take his shirt off completely and finished removing his pants before reaching for Tiffany to return to his lap. She was sitting on his thigh while his hands skimmed over her skin.

"How long's it been, Tiff?"

"A year as of today."

Chucky whistled, "Damn, that's a long time. We're old and gray now compared to eleven months ago."

"Speak for yourself! I'm hot!"

"You are very hot, Tiff." Chucky's finger was once again outlining her tattoo. "And this little masterpiece here only adds to it. It's probably the best gift I've ever gotten."

His mouth was over the design and he could feel her slickness spread onto his leg as Tiffany started moving her hips.

"I'm gonna have to figure out how to outdo myself next year."

"No need, hon. I'm a simple man. Just flash me the girls and I'll be good."

Tiffany laughed, "Well, shit, you're gonna save me so much money!"

"That means you can take me out to dinner now."

"No way! Chivalry is still a thing, Chucky."

"But what about equal rights for men and women? You're on that shit all the time."

"You losing money and me gaining it seems equal to me. Besides, some things are better left with the old traditions because then I can still benefit from them. So equal rights with a few exceptions."

Chucky smiled as he shook his head.

"You're such a brat."

"I know."

Chucky rolled them so he was now above her, but Tiffany was caught off guard. Her back hit the tile and her face scrunched up as she rubbed her elbow.

"Ow! Fuck, Chucky, that kinda hurt!"

"It's payback for you tacklin me like you were playin offense for the Giants."

"You're such an ass!" She said pretending to be shocked and smacked his arm. Chucky bent down so his lips brushed hers as he smirked.

"Ya love me, though. That's why you've put up with me for a year."

Chucky captured her lips in a kiss. Arms went around his neck as legs framed his torso. He took his cock and ran it along her slit, causing Tiffany to let out a shaky breath and move her hips around as she tried to chase him.

"Quit it, Chucky, or you're not gonna live to see another year."

Sliding his dick into her, Tiffany arched into him and Chucky just watched with admiration. His focus returned to praising the tattoo. He spoke directly to her, but his lips remained against the heart as he talked between kisses.

"You're mine, babe. You belong to me. Nobody's ever gonna lay a finger on ya again, or they'll be sorry."

Tiffany was a very independent woman, but she loved being his. Chucky was her special person, and she was his. Her nails scratched up his back, the sting driving him wild. He'd almost completely pulled out before plunging back into her and breaking up each moan that slipped from her lips.

"You're- fuck! So good, baby."

Neither of them cared about how uncomfortable the solid floor beneath them was. Tiffany would complain about back pains and Chucky would gripe about his knees being shot to shit the next day, but that meant nothing now. Hands were wandering, kisses exchanged, and breathing shared. His hand went between them to find her clit and Tiffany was squirming under his touch. Soon, her walls were contracting around him as she came. Slowing down temporarily, he waited for her to come down before he began to chase his own orgasm.

As her chest heaved, a hand caressed his cheek and she looked up at him. "I love you, Chucky."

"I love you, too, Tiff."

She reached to envelop him in a languid kiss. His hips began moving again but were more erratic and asynchronous. Chucky had his head against hers as he rutted into her. He was so close.

"Fuck, I'm almost there, Tiff."

Her legs wrapped around him tighter and nails dug into his shoulder. The voice that came out was raspy as she could barely get a full sound out.

"Harder."

The groan he let out told her those were the perfect words to say and he was slamming into her. Another wave of pleasure began to build within her. Biting and sucking on the side of his neck, she sent him over the edge and he dragged her with him as they came together. His body laid on top of hers for a time until he slid off and onto the ground. The tile of the kitchen floor wasn't comfortable, but they lay side-by-side catching their breaths.

"Happy one-year anniversary, hon."

Tiffany rolled to her side and ran her hand along his chest. “But what did you get me?”

“Nothin.”

“Asshole.”

She said smacking him lightly on the cheek and Chucky laughed. They’d peel themselves off the kitchen floor at some point and he’d show the of jewelry he got (stole) for her.

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It was an average morning. Tiffany woke up, turned on the coffee, and took a shower, meanwhile Chucky was snoring loudly in their room. He stirred at the sound of her using the hair dryer. Rubbing his eyes, Chucky sat up and pulled on a pair of pants before shuffling through the small apartment to follow the smell of a freshly brewed pot.

“Morning, sweetface. I see you got your coffee.”

Mumbling a good morning back to her, Tiffany brushed out her hair and looked at him through the mirror. She chuckled as he came into the bathroom eyes barely open and holding the coffee like a crutch.

“Water still hot?”

“For now. We’ll get the money to pay it next week, right?”

Chucky nodded as he took a sip of his coffee before setting it down on the sink and wrapping his arms around her waist while his chin rested on her shoulder. His eyes remained closed and he put his nose in her hair breathing in the smell of shampoo while fingers brushed through the silk of her negligee.

“But y’know, Tiff, we coulda saved some by showerin together.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before coming home late and sleeping in.” She said with a smirk.

“It’s too early to start gettin an attitude with me, Tiff. I haven’t been awake long enough to do anything wrong. Besides, I was just about to tell ya how good the coffee is.”

A smile spread across her face as a hand went to his cheek. They looked at each other through the mirror. His arms tightened around her torso with one hand cupping her breast and she leaned into him.

“Alright, well just for that, I’ll be nice.”

Chucky smiled back at her through the mirror before placing a collection of kisses on her shoulder, neck, and cheek. Turning her chin gently with his hand, he kissed her. Tiffany could taste the coffee on his tongue, black with two sugars to cut the bitterness but not make it too sweet. Sort of like him. He was a son of a bitch, as she sometimes regards him, but Chucky had a sweetness in him as well. Sweet with how he was holding onto her, being playful this morning, and not yet bitter from a long day.

His hand slid under the negligee to find the hem of her thong and he slid his hand down. Tiffany gasped into his mouth the moment his fingers made contact with her folds then he slowed and started making circles. One of Tiffany's hands gripped the collar of his shirt as the other held the arm working her over. She broke the kiss to remove the obstructive fabric. Then, a hand reached back to cup him over his pants and Chucky bit her lip in response to the sensation.

"What's got you in such a good mood this morning, Chucky?"

"Besides the coffee?" He said against her neck before placing a quick kiss. "The sky is blue despite some polluted clouds, the construction below isn't as loud this morning, and I've got the prettiest girl in somethin sexy waitin for me to fuck her. Nothin finer on God's green earth than that."

Bracing herself on the sink, Tiffany pushed her ass against the bulge in his pants. "I don't think you should keep her waiting."

"You're probably right... Well, I'll be off now!"

He joked as he turned to leave the bathroom and Tiffany yelled at him to get back with a hand pulling him towards her. They were smiling against each other's lips and she was backed against the sink by Chucky's hands under the bottom of her negligee and holding her hips.

Chucky dropped his pajama pants and boxers to the floor, meanwhile, Tiffany faced her reflection again and lifted the garment around her waist, and leaned forward. The tip of his cock was brushed between her folds. Her hand went through her hair as she waited for him to slip it in and grew needier with each passing moment. When he was finally inside of her, he could hear her let out a curse under her breath and smiled to himself.

Because her eyes were closed, Tiffany didn't see the way he gazed at her through the mirror while she threw her head back and moaned his name. Or the proud smile that spread across his face because she bit her lip and laughed drunkenly when he grabbed her breasts. But when they opened again, and their eyes met, Chucky watched Tiffany come apart with her mouth hanging open and put his hand over hers on the sink.

It was a slow morning fuck, nothing crazy or fast. It was about those two, the smell of coffee and soap, and that private moment between them. Chucky never watched himself. It was always about watching what he did to her. The faces Tiffany would make, the way her face looked when he did certain things, and how her body would react to his. It was like a green light telling him he was doing a great job. A reward for his skill.

They had been to plenty of motels where a mirror was hanging over their bed or parallel to it. That was just a normal interior design choice in the twentieth century. Another normal thing was that Chucky and Tiffany had had sex in many bathrooms both public and in private spaces.

This was just another time to be together.

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Chucky woke up in the middle of the night feeling horny. It was a semi-common thing that happened. Sometimes he'd just go to the bathroom and rub one out. Other times, he'd wake Tiffany up to soothe him to sleep again. Tonight was the latter.

He looked over at her sleeping peacefully. Tiffany was laying on her back with her head facing him and wearing a thin chemise with matching panties underneath. For a short while, he just watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Reaching his hand to lightly brush her face, he smiled a bit when she sighed. Perhaps she was dreaming of him.

Again, he thought about her chest when one of her arms moved to push their sheets away. Before he could realize it, his hand was already going toward one of her breasts to hold it. His hand made contact and could feel her body heat radiating through the thin fabric. She didn't move at all, and Chucky gave a few lights squeezes to see if she would. Damn, she was a heavy sleeper and a part of him kind of envied her for that. Fingers brushed over her nipple and she finally stirred. Tiffany reached her arm out until the back of her hand connected with his sternum, then returned to a motionless state.

Chucky's thumb began moving in slow circles, making her nipple harden. Her breathing made the slightest change, but he didn't stop. Then, he was alternating between lightly pinching it and massaging her breast with his hand. It was almost a mindless act. While the image before him was wonderful, everything concerning them was better with skin-to-skin contact. Chucky reached his hand under her clothes. He was a brainless robot just observing his sleeping girlfriend as she responded to him groping her. Just poking around to see what happens next. He was hypnotized by her soft mumbling in her sleep, the little pout on her lips as she would shift positions slightly, and the way her breathing got more shallow. The strap of her garment was slid off her shoulder to expose her chest. Fingers were replaced by his tongue and lips as they gently encircled a nipple.

With a hand lightly gripping the sheets, Tiffany made little whines and gasps. Even in her sleep, Chucky could tell what was working perfectly for her and what did not. That's what happens when you love somebody, you get to know them as though they're a continuation of yourself. Legs made small kicks and her neck arched a little, causing Chucky's mouth to quirk up with a smile. Finally, her body released all the tension it was holding with a deep sigh. His eyes went wide. A part of him didn't believe it, but Tiffany had a very tiny orgasm in her sleep, and he was able to do it just by playing with her nipples. Originally, he thought he could just wake her up by making her feel as horny as he was, but this was a much better end result. This only put him in a worse position and he needed her. Chucky was back against her chest placing open-mouthed kisses up her neck.

"Tiff," he whispered and put a hand on her cheek. "Baby. Hey, wake up."

Chucky placed light kisses on her neck and collarbones, making her wake with a small stretch. She looked up at him with bleary eyes and her voice thick with sleep.

"Chucky? What time is it?"

"A little after four in the mornin."

"Go back to sleep," she mumbled and Chucky smiled at how cute she was.

"I can't, Tiff."

She looked at him, then at the hand on her exposed chest, and finally back at him. Then gave out a sigh as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Make it quick."

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Tiffany couldn't stop examining his hands. With his back against her, Tiffany was sitting up against the headboard, sheets a mess, and she held both of his hands in hers as she examined the new pair her husband owned. His fingers weren't long and boney anymore. Instead, they were somewhat stubby, and she noted that Nica must have bitten her nails or Chucky picked at them out of boredom. Her fingertip traced lines on his palm. It was softer, not calloused or dry. Then she turned over his hands to examine the scars atop his fingers and smiled to herself as thoughts of him as a stitched-up doll resurfaced in her brain. All the work she did putting him together was indirectly reflected in Nica whether it was a coincidence or not. Chucky didn't mind her curiosity because he was still getting used to the body himself. Most of all, he liked feeling her touch wholly again. Watching her memorize this new form in the old familiar round bed, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him at how committed she was to him. Pressing his hand to her cheek, Tiffany smiled as her eyes drifted shut feeling at peace from his touch. His thumb gently rubbed the bone in her cheek, making her turn to press a kiss into his palm. Then, his hand drifted back into her hair, smoothing it and brushing strands from her face.

On his knees, Chucky moved to straddle her legs as they exchanged light kisses and caresses. They conversed in whispers as though they were keeping a secret from the world that only intended for them to know and take to their graves.

"Glad to have you back, Chucky."

"You keep sayin' that."

"Because I mean it."

"I'm glad I can hold ya right, now. I can do stuff like this again."

Chucky said as his hand balled up her hair and roughly yanked back, eliciting a surprised giggle from his wife. Tiffany beamed up at his sly smirk and ran her hands along his sides. Nails grazed over his torso before sinking into his back and pulling him flush against herself in a kiss. He moaned into her mouth when she dug her talons into his scalp tugging just as he did before.