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Delayed Graduation

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- We might have a solution of sorts for you.

I barely registered principal Johnston talking. My world had been shattered, without warning. It all felt unreal, and most of all unfair. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but there were no witnesses, just my word against hers. She wouldn’t press charges, Johnston had explained. I was almost demanding that she did, so I could clear my name, but thought better of it. If it went to trial all outcomes would be bad, to varying degrees. This way I would just be expelled. I guess I could use the term “drop out” to soften it further. It’s not like the job market is stellar even if you have a degree, but this would firmly pigeon hole me as manual labor.

- What? - I said we might have an arrangement that could interest you.

He pulled out a stack of papers from his manila folder and placed them in front of me, and continued.

- We have a little trial project we would like to push ahead with, to see what the full potential is. Coach Andrews would personally take charge of your training to see how far he can take you in a year. Similar to what he managed to do for Shane O’Brian. Since you will be heavily supervised, fully scheduled and not share any classes with your former class mates, she has agreed to allow you complete your studies under these conditions. It’s not that many months until she graduates anyway. Your graduation obviously will have to wait until next year.

Shane of course was the star of the basket team. He was two years below me, so I didn’t know him, but I heard he had basically never touched a ball before he met coach. He must have been active in something else though, with that body. The girls were swooning like crazy. Some of the boys too, as rumor had it.

- Sir, I’m really grateful for this opportunity, but I’m not really made for sports. Just look at me. Tall and thin. Not much track and field around here. - We are not asking for any miracles. Just follow all instructions given and do your best. That’s all we’re asking.

I started to flip through the papers. I was bored just looking at the page numbers.

- Should I bring this home to my parents? - This is a bit time sensitive, so I’d prefer if you make your decision already today. You’re 18. You get to decide this on your own. Why don’t I leave you for a bit? You can have a read through, and then decide what you want to do.

As he left the room I started to go read through the contract properly. Why do they make things so complicated? The contract really just said that I assumed responsibility for the “infraction”, but the school would not disclose it to anyone unless the contract was breached. I would agree to participate in the athletic education study for one year. In return the school would allow me to graduate next year. But written over 26 pages.

I didn’t feel like I had many options. Initials on every page and signature on the last. Then repeated on the second copy of the contract. I was about to leave and find principal Johnston when he returned, followed by coach Andrews.

- Have you made up your mind, or would you like Mr. Andrews to explain it in more detail. - I’ve already signed the papers. - Oh, well then. I’m so happy we could work something out.

Coach Andrews opened the gym bag he was carrying and pulled out a blue singlet and ear guards, and held them for me to take.

- Let’s try this on right away. - Now? Here?

Johnston opened a door to a side room of his office.

- You can change in the conference room here. - But wrestling?! Have you seen me? - As I said, follow all instructions and do your best is all we ask.

It was the first time I even held a singlet in my hands. I’ve never even thought of how to put one on. It wasn’t hard, just step in them like some shorts and then pull the straps over your shoulders, but I never imagined doing it.

I looked ridiculous. I guess size isn’t as important when the fabric is stretchy, but this sure wasn’t my size. The taut straps pulled the fabric in the groin, while at the same time my thin legs didn’t fill out the legs of the singlet. What a mess. I walked back into the office, naked apart from this one single piece of clothing.

- Should I put on the ear guards as well. - No, that isn’t necessary. Here.

Coach opened a small, brown, glass bottle and poured its contents into a white plastic cup from the water cooler, and handed it to me.

- This is the time sensitive part. Drink up.

This day was going from horrendously bad to confusing to weird. I emptied the cup. The liquid tasted like cough syrup. Sickly sweet and with bitter herbs.

- What is.. *cough* *cough* - Here. Take a seat.

It felt like drinking really hot cocoa when you are frozen. It kind of spreads from the chest to the rest of the body. All of me was getting warm, and an uncomfortable feeling or pressure. Everything was off, like I was drunk, or high or something. It was over in a minute, though it is quite possible my mind was playing tricks and it really was longer than that.

- Stand up against the wall, so I can take a photo.

Bewildered, and with unsteady steps, I did as told. He snapped a few pictures with his phone, and then showed me one.

- Don’t tell me this isn’t a great starting point.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely me in the photo, but it was like the aspect ratio was wrong. I must be several inches shorter, but everything, arms, legs, chest, shoulders, neck, was wider. Even my face was altered, if ever so slightly. Where just minutes before, or whatever, I was a lanky gamer, I now was a hunk of muscle.

- How is this... - Don’t worry about the details. We must work quickly now while you are fresh, to get the wrestling technique right. Meet me in my office tomorrow at 7 am.

With that he slapped me on the shoulder and left. Just as he was about to exit the office, he pulled out a pair of shoes from the bag and placed them at a table.

- Oh, I almost forgot these. Your new size. See you tomorrow!

My head was spinning. What had just happened to me, to my body? Starting point? Principal Johnston had his distinct “anything else?” look.

- What about my studies?

My voice was lower than before, I think.

- You’ll be placed in the athlete’s reduced curriculum class. We just need to retest your proficiency levels first. - Why? I don’t understand. - My point exactly.

He didn’t make any sense. I felt tired, slow and almost dizzy trying to understand him.

- What about this body? What happens when I graduate? - You graduate with the body you have, like everyone else. It’s not like we can change it by magic or anything.

He smiled and chuckled to himself.

- Take your old clothes with you as you leave. Something might still fit.

Nothing did.

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makeitastrength · 3 months

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Your top 5 favorite Chenford episodes and 5 worst Chenford episodes, because I love hearing everyone’s varying viewpoints, and yes— you walked right into it 😉

I knew this was going to be difficult, but holy crap, I didn't expect it to be that difficult! I’m glad you asked, though, because it was interesting to actually put my feelings about these episodes into words... and as it turns out, I have a lot of feelings and a lot of words. Buckle up, this is a long one!

Favorites:

2x11 Day of Death

I mean, do I really need to explain this one? It’s intense, it’s terrifying, it’s emotional, and the acting is phenomenal. I’ll never be over the fact that Tim dug her out of the ground with his bare hands and held her so tightly in the aftermath. Plus, Lucy is an absolute badass from start to finish. And then, of course, the ending scene is one of my all-time favorites. I could go on, but I think you get the point. This list is in chronological order, but if I had to actually put these in order, this episode would be #1.

4x09 Breakdown

I will forever love this episode because it digs into Tim’s backstory. Watching him slowly crumble as the episode progresses is just… I don’t want to say it’s amazing, because he’s in so much pain and it breaks my heart. But Eric acts the absolute hell out of this one, and we get a look into Tim’s childhood, which is such an integral part of who he is. But also, this episode emphasizes the depth of the Chenford relationship and, in particular, how much Tim has come to trust Lucy. When she tells him he can’t do the interrogation, he hands it off to her immediately. No protest, no questions asked. This case is deeply personal to him and he trusts her with it unquestioningly. And later, we see just how deeply he’s internalized Lucy’s slip of the tongue about the Tim tests, how that’s played into what is probably his greatest fear - that he’s anything like his father. But we also see him feeling safe enough with her to verbalize this fear. He’s as close to tears as we’ve ever seen him, and his walls are just completely gone. He’s so damn vulnerable with her, and I hate seeing him in this much pain but I love that we got this scene. And then, of course, the hug, which is my favorite of their hugs because we finally see Tim allow someone else to shoulder some of his burden.

5x01 Double Down

This is another one I probably don’t have to explain. I mean, literally everything about it is so great. We start with Lucy dreaming about their kiss and Tim being so discombobulated by it that he actually tells Angela what happened. We have the entire undercover portion in which very little is actually pretend. We have the hand hold and the completely unnecessary airplane bathroom kiss (which is so hot, oh my god; it’s definitely my favorite of their kisses). We have all the other touches (his hand on her thigh, his hands on her shoulders, her arms around his neck, I could go on). And while I’m glad they didn’t actually hook up, the fact that they both wanted it says more than any words ever could.

5x19 A Hole in the World

This is one of my favorite Rookie episodes ever, and I’ve written two fics based on this episode, so it’s possible that’s impacting my decision to place this one in the top five. But I also truly love the Chenford scenes in this one, for so many reasons. First off, I will never be over the fact that Tim got off work in the middle of the night and still came to Lucy’s apartment. And we get our first “babe” which makes me so giddy. Jumping ahead to the ending, obviously it’s awful that Tim was forced to take a life, but I do appreciate that they didn’t blow past it. We see Tim being surprisingly vulnerable in Grey’s office, which really just shows how much his walls have come down. He’s still far softer with Lucy than anyone else, but overall he’s a little softer in general now and more in tune with his emotions. And then we get worried Lucy wanting so badly to be there for him and support him through this. And lastly, we have the scene at the beginning that gives us the first little glimpse into the cracks that are forming in their relationship. Up to this point, they’ve been basking in the honeymoon period, but now for the first time we start to see how the long hours are wearing on Tim. We see how they’re struggling to balance their busy schedules and maintain the open communication that a relationship needs. And we see that their communication maybe isn’t quite so open. After all, Tim’s “we’ll figure it out” isn’t a solution. And while he’s supportive of Lucy’s efforts to make detective, we start to see signs that he’s struggling with her desire to work undercover. This sets up what will hopefully be some productive angst for these two in season 6 as they work through these issues, and I have no idea how it’s going to play out but I’m excited for the possibilities!

5x21 Going Under

I don't even know what to say about this one except just... the emotions. They're so flirty on the phone, but then shit hits the fan and it's so intense. Tim holding his breath until he sees Lucy is okay. Him being so shaken up that he nearly gets shot. Lucy calling him the moment she can. The way they cling to each other in the laundry room. The looks of concern on their faces. The hookup, of course. And once again, we see glimpses here of the issues they've been ignoring (though they do at least start to talk about it a little) and everything Tim, in particular, is suppressing. This episode tugs at my heartstrings in all the best ways.

Honorable Mentions

I know this wasn’t part of the original question, but I’m including it here because my final list of favorites turned out differently than I expected. It almost pains me to write all of this, because the episodes listed below have scenes that I absolutely love, but in the grand scheme of things, they just didn’t make the cut for a variety of reasons that I’ll do my best to explain.

1x20 Free Fall

There are so many things I love about this episode, but mostly it’s that it leaves both of them emotionally exposed. It’s the most vulnerable we’ve seen Tim with anyone other than Isabel, and we see Lucy trying her hardest to support him through the door and shedding a few tears in the process. This one was a definite contender for the top 5 but just didn't quite make it in.

2x02 The Night General

Obviously the last scene is the highlight of this episode (and is another one of my all-time favorite Chenford scenes). I really like all their scenes in this episode, though, from Lucy’s sassy editorialization of the book to their badass fight. But the audiobook scene is just… everything. I’m willing to bet no one has ever done something like that for Tim. You can see he’s just stunned in the aftermath and has no idea what to say. I remember the first time I watched it, just being amazed at the lengths Lucy would go to for him. He’s always been worth the effort for her, and I love that so much.

2x12 Now and Then

First off, I appreciate that they devoted an entire episode to Lucy’s recovery, because so many shows just move on as though nothing happened. DOD was such a traumatic event for Lucy (and, honestly, for Tim as well) and I’m glad we got to see the aftermath. We see Lucy struggling but we also see her begin to work through it with the love and support of the people around her. It's also really telling that the only person Lucy fully opens up to in this episode is Tim. She tells everyone else she's fine, but she allows herself to be vulnerable with him. We also get some insight into how Tim is faring in the aftermath. We see his feelings of helplessness as he’s forced to let Nyla take the reins, and we see how much sadness and guilt he’s harboring when Lucy asks him for a time machine. And then finally, at the end, we see him figuring out how he can be there for her… by opening up about his own trauma and using what he’s learned to offer her a new perspective. And, of course, let’s not forget him tossing back the ring and the soft smiles on their faces as he does. This is another one of my all-time favorite Chenford scenes. It's just a great episode overall, and it was really hard for me to bump this one out of the top five.

4x01 Life and Death

While I initially thought 4x01 would make the top five, I ultimately couldn’t justify it due to the limited number of Chenford scenes. Other than the hug, they don’t actually interact that much. And don’t get me wrong, I love their hug. But I’ve always felt like there was a lack of follow-up to 3x14 and this episode. It’s clear they both feel something in those moments. It’s not clear what exactly they each are feeling, or how they’re feeling about those feelings, or why they never talk about it again. I know we all have our own headcanons about this, but I just feel like it could have benefited from some follow-up insights. Without that, in the grand scheme of things it feels like a false start for them.

4x22 Day in the Hole

I so badly wanted this one to make the top five because that kiss, and the scene leading up to it, and the aftermath - it’s all just so good. Every single time I watch it I’m laughing just as much as I’m flailing. They’re so uncomfortable, and then so lost in each other, and then so stunned, and then so awkwardly dorky in the aftermath. And I will never be over how many emotions Eric manages to convey in that 5-second long hallway scene. It’s all so masterfully written and acted. But ultimately, this episode as a whole just didn’t quite make the top five.

5x10 Hit List

There’s so much to love about this episode. I love that when Tim can't decide what to wear, he just calls her. I love that despite their nerves, as soon as she answers the phone it’s clear they’re still them. I love how jittery and utterly obvious they are at the station the next day. But not once does any of this impact their work. They remain calm and focused, and Tim absolutely owns that hostage situation. And then, of course, we have their second date and their first real kiss, which is just so soft and perfectly them. The only reason this one didn’t make the cut is because the Tim and Aaron almost falling to their deaths storyline left a lot to be desired. There was so much potential there for fear or angst or really just anything other than, ultimately, a joke.

5x11 The Naked and the Dead

This is one of the most underrated episodes, I think because it’s caught between the Chenford goodness of 5x10 and 5x12. But I love it! For two people who claim to be taking it slow, they’re very much not. No, they’re not sleeping together. But they’re spending a lot of time together outside of work, and supporting each other in everything they do, and pretty effortlessly melding their lives together. And like Genny says, it’s clear why these two work so well together. We see that in action when Lucy notices Tim’s coaching style and learns why, and then just quietly steps in and takes on the role of co-coach. She doesn’t call Tim out, she doesn’t try to change his behavior. She just fills that role for him. It shows how well she knows him and understands his motivations and his fear of being anything like his father.

5x12 Death Notice

This episode really highlights the lengths to which these two will go for each other, and it’s just amazing. They always put each other first; it’s something neither of them have had before in a relationship, and I'm so glad they've finally found that with each other. And that final scene… I’ve watched it far more times than is probably healthy. It’s so fucking hot! I’m not entirely sure why, but I just couldn’t quite rationalize this one being in the top five either.

Least favorites:

Let me preface this by saying, overall I am happy with the trajectory of Chenford's relationship, and I try not to contribute to negative energy in the fandom. But no show is perfect, and this is just my opinion on the episodes I've never been a huge fan of.

1x05 The Roundup

This episode didn’t really bother me the first time around, but knowing what we now know about Tim, the way he treats Nell in this one is just… not good. I know that’s probably the point; he’s in a bad place, he’s desperate to feel closer to Isabel, which makes him desperate to win, so he bribes Nell. But never once after this episode have we seen Tim behave anything like this. Never once have we seen him hit on someone he isn’t interested in anyone. Hell, he’s usually the one getting hit on, and he never seems to know what to do about it (like… he’s so adorably awkward in those moments, and I love it). When I go back and rewatch the series now, I just cringe so much at these scenes with Nell. He literally says the words “I’m married” and then goes and flirts with her. Even with him basically at rock bottom, it just doesn’t seem in character.

4x07 Fire Fight

I’ve never liked this episode, for reasons that have nothing to do with Chenford (which is an essay I’ll have to write another day). But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I really don’t love the Chenford scenes either. While I thought the bet was fun in 4x06, in this episode it comes across as juvenile. Asking Grey to mediate, Tim complaining that it’s “not fair,” Lucy talking about the bet in the middle of a UC op. Not only are they being immature, but they’re not taking their job seriously when that’s something that both of them - but especially Tim - are always very cognizant of. And Tim never gives a reason for calling off the bet (though it could be because he’s realized it’s interfering with the job). It just… ends.

4x08 Hit and Run

It seems weird to put this one on this list when I just wrote an entire essay on 4x09 and why it’s a favorite of mine. But for as much as I love 4x09, I don't love the way we got there. I’ll preface this by saying, my opinion here is likely colored by my own personal experiences growing up with an emotionally abusive asshole of a father. So I might be more sensitive on this topic. But Lucy’s behavior in this episode really rubbed me the wrong way. I understand what they were trying to accomplish: building out Tim’s backstory and Lucy being excited to meet his sister learn more about him. But her empathy toward Tim in this episode was just… gone. It’s not even the Tim Test line that bothers me so much, because it’s clear that one was just a slip of the tongue as she was trying to make sense of what she was learning. And she instantly realizes her mistake when she sees Tim’s face. It’s the rest of it that I have a problem with, because Lucy knows. She knows from 2x12 that Tim’s dad was abusive. And yet, she's empathetic toward Genny when she learns the man is dying while apparently just completely missing the fact that Tim absolutely does not want to talk about this or think about it or have anything to do with it. And she absolutely is overstepping at the end of the episode. If someone pushed me back toward my childhood trauma the way Lucy pushes Tim in this episode, I would be really upset. Now, do I think Tim ultimately benefited from fixing his relationship with Genny? Yes. Do I think he benefited from finally getting some closure with his father in 4x09? Absolutely. Do I think it all could have been more carefully executed? Definitely. I know Lucy had his best interests at heart, but the lack of compassion shown toward Tim’s trauma in this episode is upsetting.

5x04 The Choice

This is also one of my least favorite episodes, and while I understand why the storyline had to be wrapped up quickly, it wasn’t wrapped up well. There were so many flaws (I’ll save my essay on that topic for another post as well), but it's the dynamic between Tim and Lucy that lands this one on the list. Rosalind and Caleb were traumatic for both of them, and that doesn’t get acknowledged here. In any other episode, Tim would have gently checked in with Lucy, probably more than once. I know things were still weird between them, but it doesn’t make sense to me that in this episode Tim can’t be bothered to ask how she’s doing or be more gentle with her at the end, yet in the very next episode he’s more concerned about her than himself. To me, 5x05 was proof that no matter what went down between them, they still care deeply about each other. That was completely missing from 5x04. @theflyindutchwoman wrote more about this episode recently as well, and it’s like she took the thoughts right out of my head. Couldn’t have said it better myself.

5x06 The Reckoning

This may be a controversial choice, but I don’t love the whole radio gag. Once again, to me this just feels like we’ve taken a step backwards. Tim thinking Lucy is doing it to punish him for how he treated her as a rookie, as if that wasn’t almost a year and a half ago? Makes no sense. And I know she was doing it to distract him, which… fine. But “I might be able to help you look for your radio if you tell me what’s going on.” No. Lucy knows Tim well enough to know that forcing him to talk doesn’t work. He talks when he feels comfortable and safe, not when he feels pressured. It’s why he ultimately opens up to her at the end of the episode, once she stops playing games and expresses genuine concern.

Phew! If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading my ramblings, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on my choices. Also, you should go read @queseraone and @roguetwelve’s answers to these same questions because it’s super interesting to see everyone’s thoughts!

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sassykattery · 8 months

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A Taste of You

Ooooo Sassy is posting again! Yes indeedy!

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Nudity. Perverse actions. Profanity. Masturbation (m!). Smut scene: f! receiving oral, f! receiving fingering, f! receiving piv. Blood play and blood drinking. Explicit descriptions of unprotected.

Themes: Romance. Vampire AU. Drinking and partying. Sex. Smut fic. Perversion. Menstruation. LuciferxAltaira. One shot.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie.

Third person POV, Vampire AU

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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Enjoy.

It was late. Very late.

Late enough to where when Altaira entered the House of Lamentation, she was shushing her party companions, Asmo and Mammon, as they all shuffled in drunkenly. It was raining, and all three were soaked head to toe, with Altaira and Asmo holding their heels as they came inside, Mammon using his jacket to cover his head.

"Thanks, 'Taira... See you tomorrow," Mammon stated, making his way up the stairs without sure-feet under him. She watched as he held onto the handrail of the staircase, shaking her head.

Asmo kissed her cheek, "Be sure to sleep in tomorrow, we'll all need it. Thanks for being my wing girl tonight," he proclaimed softly. She nodded and silently watched as Asmo went up the stairs too, leaving her to her own devices.

Quietly, and feeling snackish from her drunken escapades, she managed to walk on wobbly legs to the kitchen. She looked around, trying to find anything that might sound good to her in the moment. Getting into the pantry, she spied Mammon's noodles and decided to cook up some of those in the microwave. While she waited, she pawed through the fridge to find more human world rosé that she picked up and a box of ice cream.

Once everything was ready, she sat on one of the stools in the kitchen and began eating, audibly moaning when she realized how much better those noodles tasted when one was completely inebriated.

"Fuck... why am I so hot now? Shit," she swore to herself. She quickly threw off her shirt and sat there in her leather miniskirt, red lace bra, and her shoes kicked off as well.

"That's better..." she mumbled.

Continuing her midnight meal, she stared at the blank wall ahead and began thinking about things, maybe a little too deeply, and found herself ditching the noodles to cry over the box of ice cream she ate out of, adding rosé with each bite and proceeding to get more drunk.

A couple of footsteps sounded in the hallway beside the kitchen, and she snapped, her voice thick and broken, "Get lost, Beel! G-Go find some other food."

A pair of crimson orbs floated high in the air out in the hall. Those orbs observed her sad state, her food shoved away while nursing the bottle of rosé until she was holding her head in her hands, sobbing shirtless in a demon family's kitchen.

The pair of red eyes finally came closer, and then the eldest appeared fully in the light of the kitchen. He placed a bare hand on her shoulder, having ditched his own overcoat, waistcoat, and gloves this late into the night. He was coming downstairs to check that Beel hadn't fallen asleep in the kitchen, Satan doing the same in the library, or Belphie in any other conspicuous place in the House. Basically, to check that everyone was at least in a bed, regardless of which. This late into the night, he wasn't expecting anyone to be around.

"Altaira," he murmured gently.

She sagged further, and before she could fall off the stool as she started to lean over, Lucifer caught her by her waist and held her against him, completely unconscious. Her hair smelled heavily of her perfume, sweat, and booze from The Fall. He immediately knew what happened and sighed heavily as he maneuvered her around in his arms. But he couldn't quite help how it felt to let his fingers caress her bare skin, seeing the red lace of her bra against her ivory skin, or how even like this, she was beautiful when he saw her face as he cradled her in his arms bridal style...

Shaking those ill-toward thoughts away, he sighed again, picking her and her shirt up and walking her out of the kitchen. He thought for a moment of putting her back in her room, but he was concerned about her hurting herself, or one of his brothers bothering her, so he made the trek up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he gently laid her on one side of his rather large bed. He grabbed one of his plain t-shirts and dressed her in it, long enough to be decent on her as he stripped away her miniskirt. Seeing her face again, he realized her makeup needed to come off, lest Asmo have a heart attack the next day. When he grabbed her clothes to throw into the laundry, he saw the stain on her shirt, so he took it to the bathroom to try and wash it out, thinking he could grab a damp wash cloth to wipe her face with as well. But when he accidentally brought it too close to his face, he caught wind of her natural scent and perfume mixing together, making him momentarily forget his present task. He brought it closer, inhaling her sweet scent and nearly moaning as he gripped it hard and buried his face in it.

He had barely opened his eyes after a few seconds, and his reflection in the mirror caught his attention, and he saw himself standing there with her shirt pressed to his nose and hard-on tenting his trousers, no better than a beast. Growling, he threw the shirt down and grabbed the wash cloth he was after, wet it, and went back to the doll lying in his bed, now sprawled out in the middle like a starfish.

Lucifer sighed and knelt down beside her, clearly annoyed, but only slightly.

"You're lucky you're cute..." he murmured with equal annoyance and reverence. Gently, he rubbed the makeup off her face, a little easier thanks to the tears and how much had already rubbed off.

Satisfied, he threw the rag into the laundry basket as well and went back to the bathroom to change. When he was mostly undressed, his eye caught that shirt again, and without much thought, he grabbed it and brought it to his nose again, inhaling her perfect scent. Before realizing what he was doing, he had fished out his very hard cock and slowly stroked himself as he continued to breathe in her intoxicating smells. He knew she had been to The Fall, so he imagined her dancing, grinding against him in particular and looking over her shoulder up at him with those darling gemstone-like eyes. He imagined how it felt to grasp her hips, grinding himself against her too. To have her lean back into him with his chest pressed to her back and feeling her hands reach back to mess up his hair–

The next couple of seconds happened so quickly, as he gave her shirt one more good inhale and quickly released into his hand with a groan, his orgasm unexpected and not at all satisfying like he wanted it to be. With a sigh, he cleaned up and jumped into the shower after leaving her shirt on a towel bar to hang.

When he was done, he donned his sleeping robe and walked back out into his bedroom. He was then piecing together how a red lace bra and matching panty ended up thrown to the edge of the bed and why the human woman was now laying sideways in said bed.

"Strange little imp you are," Lucifer sighed. Walking toward where her head was out, he brushed his hand against her and felt how warm her head was. "Ah, must've got hot." He then walked to the thermostat and turned it down in his room, hoping the coolness would help her.

Returning to her, he guided her to lay properly in the bed. "Come now... you'll be blaming me for your neck being messed up tomorrow..." he spoke to himself and her as he gently moved her around.

Satisfied with his work, he finally turned off the light and settled on the far side of the bed. When he was getting under the covers, he had caught a peak where his shirt was riding up on her, showing her rear and hip as she laid on her side, facing away from him. Rolling his eyes, more at himself, he turned away and tried to forget what he saw.

The next morning, there was a groan. A soft, pathetic, sad groan.

It was Altaira as she stretched and woke up, feeling sore, sorry, and sad for herself. When she opened her eyes, it was so bleary and hard to see even after rubbing her eyes. She then buried her face into the back of the demon she clung to, trying to wake up faster. But it was when she took a deep inhale, the scent of a certain eldest brother filled her nose, and what better way to wake one's self up than with a surprise?

"Good morning," the eldest mumbled after feeling her startle. She slowly released him and scooted way back far across the bed.

"I'm... Good morning, uh, so... I'm sorry about whatever I did last night," she tried to apologize, feeling embarrassed by what the Avatar of Pride might have heard or seen.

"Hmph," was all he offered her in return.

She was silent for a moment, feeling dejected and rejected, so she started to roll over to get out when she heard:

"You know, you really shouldn't be doing that. I know you're an adult, but... You'll hurt yourself doing that."

There was silence again.

"The monitor is on the bedside table next to you," he added. The lowlights of his room came on.

With a great big sigh, she rolled onto the edge of the bed, knowing he wouldn't let her leave until she took a reading. When she was calm and ready, she grabbed the pin prick and brought it to her finger. While she waited, she brought the monitor up to turn it on and put a stick into it.

After a few moments, the little palm-sized machine beeped and gave her the blood sugar reading, to which, she groaned and set it down.

"And?"

She mumbled, "One hundred and seven..."

"You're lucky it's not worse," Lucifer replied, just a touch snippy, but she knew he was right. "Now, go take a shower and go downstairs. You won't be doing anything until you eat breakfast."

"Okay..."

On unstable legs, she got up and went to his bathroom, to which he caught a glimpse of her thighs as she walked, and he quickly adjusted his focus to stop thinking about her. He heard the water turn on, and then some light humming, knowing that meant she was in.

Lucifer finally got up himself, and a bright red set of undergarments caught his attention as he started to walk to his closet. He approached to pick them up and just throw them in the laundry basket, but what he had done last night resurfaced as he held out the scarlet panties out in front of him, looking them over as they shined in firelight. Even at this distance, he could start to smell their fragrance. He tried to resist, he really did, but other instincts won out, and slowly, oh so slowly, he brought them to his face, inhaling her pheromones.

His senses were overcome with instant gratification and a darker urge to consume the owner. This most intimate scent was like the feeling one gets when they smell their favorite dessert being made, the anticipation and salivation already starting just from that. There was a sweetness to her, a rampant one that made his whole body twitch with an aggressive need to have more. Her body was subtle, though, when it came to her pheromones, far more subtle than any other human he'd encounter. But there was one particular scent that he couldn't mistake, one that meant–

"Lucifer!"

It was jarring to come back to reality like that, instantly dropping the garment out of fear of being caught. He turned his head to look and she wasn't there, but he could still hear the water running. Quickly, he walked over to the door and knocked.

"Altaira? Did you need something?"

There was a sob and the water shut off, and his concern only doubled to hear her struggle.

"I need you to tell me what's wrong, or let me come in," he persisted, his hand on the doorknob.

"It-It hurts... I can barely stand, I feel like I might–" There was a pause, and he heard her move around again.

"Altaira, can I come in?" He asked in a strained tone.

There was a whimper. "Y-Yes..."

Immediately, he threw the door open and found her doubled over the edge of the bathtub, a towel thrown onto her back. In two long strides, the eldest was beside her and kneeling down with his hands on her back.

"Can I help you?" He asked her quietly. She nodded.

He then wrapped the towel around her, attempting to keep her decent and hoping to save her any embarrassment later on. Carefully, he took her into his arms and came to his feet to carry her out of the bathroom and into the coolness of his room as he set her down on his bed.

She was flushed, breathing hard, and her brows knitted together tightly as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. Something she only did when she was upset or anxious.

"Can you tell me what's–" and just as he said that, he knew what had happened. His senses were correct. That metallic, coppery scent was unmistakable, even without the physical presence of it. "Are you okay?" His tone was softened, understanding what was happening.

"Just... pain," she huffed out. "It's usually not that bad, but occasionally it is," she added.

"I'm sorry to hear that..." he murmured, looking down at her sprawled form on his bed. It was hard to focus with her like this, and he mumbled something to her, as his eyes were drawn to where the towel was starting to not cover her so well over her thighs, reaching higher and higher...

"What?" She asked.

He blinked several times before he realized he had said something to her.

"I can help you," he repeated.

"How?"

She finally moved her hand away and squinted at him. He then leaned over her, his hands placed on either side of her head above her shoulders.

"I can make it feel... better. Make you feel good," he answered quietly, looking her over.

Her eyes widened, and she felt frozen by his suggestion.

"Wh–... How?"

Her gaze flickered all over his form as he leaned in closer to her.

"I don't think you're really that naïve..." he murmured in a knowing but softened tone.

Her hand then curiously rose up to his cheek, looking up into his crimson eyes to see his true intention.

"But..." She looked entirely hesitant.

"Oh, don't worry about that," he purred, his hand on her thigh. "That... adds to the experience for me, personally." He then smiled down at her wickedly, and his fangs glimmered under the bedroom lights.

"What do you mean by that?" She seemed skeptical then.

"I mean..." he started to say, only to sink back, caressing her bare thigh more obviously and molding it under his fingers. "Your taste is one I've wanted to experience... to satisfy my sanguine thirst."

Upon those words, she stared openly, her eyes as wide as possible.

"That's... Are you saying you...?"

"You're smart, darling. I know you've suspected as much," he stated with a chuckle.

She was silent for another moment before asking, "How long have you wanted me?"

A devious smirk landed upon his lips as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Since the moment you stepped foot into my domain," he replied. A shiver ran down her back.

"Specifically?" She murmured again.

He lifted her thigh as he settled between her legs, his left cheek resting against her thigh, turning his face slightly to kiss her flesh. "Since the moment I laid my unholy eyes on this perfect body of yours all those days ago when we brought you here. Since I could sense what you might taste like, so sweet but savory. All these months, this time every month, my mouth would water when you walked by."

A blush burned fiercely on her cheeks as she stared down at him. From her vantage point, she could see the desire in his gaze, feel the desperation in his touch and the lust radiating from his body.

"I just don't want it to... hurt," she replied quietly, hesitating on the last word. "I-I mean... I want you too, but..."

"I need you to be specific now. I won't do anything without your say, and I don't take advantage of you," he replied, looking like he could pounce on her.

"I desire you too, and I'm okay if you... drink from me, as long as you don't hurt me, at least not too much or permanently," she answered.

"Oh, my love, I promise..." he started to say, his fingers walking their way up her body to the towel that barely covered her. "I promise, you'll feel such wild ecstasy, you'll be begging for me to return to you like this."

"I'll hold you to that," she whispered softly. His eyes snapped up to hers again, seeing the soft haze of lust– much to his delight.

"May I?" He purred to her, his dominant hand on the edge of her towel.

"Y-Yes, go ahead," she replied softly.

With both hands, the demon unwrapped his prized prey like a gift from above, carefully and longingly. He took in her splendidly nude form, on his bed, in his room– in his clutches.

"I am far too wicked to lay my eyes upon something this lovely, but it just means I'll be all the more grateful to have you," he purred again, his crimson orbs flicking back up to meet her shy gaze. "Shall I deliver on my promise now?"

"Please," she affirmed with a nod.

He slid her down the edge of the bed just a bit, enough to have some of her rear hanging off the edge, legs dangling down. Lucifer fully knelt to the floor, sinking back again as he kissed her thigh, spreading the other out and finally taking in her wet heat. Instantaneously, his pupils dilated, and he nearly moaned at the sight of her spread like this.

What he had been after, that taste he so wanted to know like the back of his hand, was there in front of him. He took it all in for a moment and then looked up at her once more, only to find an embarrassed look on her face.

"Should I stop?" He asked in a teasing tone.

She shook her head.

He smiled. "Then... I believe it's time I tasted you properly," he murmured in reply. Slowly, he sank lower and leveled his mouth with her spread cunt. Keeping his eyes on hers, he gave her lower lips a soft kiss before giving one long lick bottom to top on her heat.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, locking her eyes on his. He gave her clit more attention as he began to lave his tongue over it, focusing on that bud. The heat of his mouth and the expertise of his tongue instantly sent the pleasure to her spine, becoming more full-bodied. A hard blush decorated her cheeks, her breathing stating to deep and become heavy.

Lucifer's arms slipped under her thighs and wrapped back up so his hands could hold her hips. He pressed himself further into her heat, adding pressure to how he ate her out.

Timidly, she brought her hand down to rest on the top of his head, her little fingers curling into his soft, ink black locks. He appreciated the little gesture, to see her reach out to him and hold onto him. She did her best to keep her gaze on his, but she was so lost in pleasure. A warm tingling feeling started to fill her lower abdomen, and she knew she was already falling apart. It had only been minutes, but Lucifer was correct: he'd make her forget all about the pain.

"Are you close, my love?" He murmured to her. "Are you going to let go for me?"

She nodded, adding a whimper to her wordless reply to him. To take it further, he wrapped one of his arms further around her and brought his hand down to rub his thumb over her clit while he sank his tongue into her entrance. She gave a short gasp and bucked her hips up, eager for more of what he was giving to her.

"Lucifer!" She moaned sharply, her pitch raising with each stroke of his thumb and movement of his tongue. He let a soft moan out to her in return as he started to taste more and more of her arousal, leaking cum onto his tongue as she started to reach her peak. Her walls tightened down around his tongue, alternating between pulsing and clenching. She let out another softer cry of pleasure as her orgasm flooded her senses.

Lucifer carried her through the release, keeping up his ministrations of fucking her with his tongue and gently rubbing his thumb into her clit, until her body relaxed back against his bed again. While she twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm, the demon continued to eat her out, and the taste of her cum coated his tongue, but suddenly, there was something that tasted that much more delectable. A certain crimson liquid with such a savory flavor got his attention, and he flinched as he tasted it. Mixing in with her cum, he could have sworn he was tasting the equivalent of something better than the forbidden fruit. His hands reached up to snatch a hold of her waist to keep her still.

"L-Lucifer! It's t-too much!" Altaira whined, her hips wriggling in between his arms.

She looked down at him, and she was stunned by the frantic, animalistic look in his eyes. He nearly looked feral, and when he glanced back up at her, he gave a growl– the kind of deep, bassy growl you'd hear from a wolf. Her body caught back up with what was happening, and she felt that warmth building in her abdomen again. What he was doing to her was too much but still so pleasurable. He continued to consume her, drinking in her mixed fluids with an-almost-frightening vigor. Her abdomen tightened, and she twisted the sheets beneath her hands. It took less than another minute for her to fall apart again, her walls clenching around his tongue yet again. She whimpered and cried out her pleasure to him, his name like saccharine on her lips.

After that orgasm, he finally let her go, pulling his mouth away with a pop. She laid there like a twitching leaf, her hair a mess, and limbs spread everywhere while trying to catch her breath. Lucifer slowly crawled up her body to cage her in, his hands pinned above the tops of her shoulders, his knees pressed to either side of her hips.

"Feel better?" He cooed, looking at her with a smirk but deep affection with dark carnal hunger in his eyes.

"Uh huh," she replied breathlessly.

"I must say," he murmured, kissing her temple and then whispering in her ear, "You taste rather spectacular... like sweet but savory candy... a fine treat indeed."

She finally turned her head to look at him, seeing the stains of red on his lips and chin. Her eyes widened instantly. "I... You didn't..."

"Oh, I did, and as I said, it only adds to the experience for me," he purred to her. "I've been wanting this since that third week you were here, and I smelled that sweet sanguine scent for the first time. You're simply divine."

Her blush darkened as she stared up at Lucifer. He adored that bashful look on her face. When he realized she wasn't speaking, he came to his feet, and he added,

"And if you'll allow me, I'd like another," he murmured. "Somewhere more... direct."

She looked down and back up at Lucifer, trying to piece together his meaning. "Where?" She whispered.

Lucifer began to look over her body, something else that added more color to her cheeks, and he began to murmur to her. "Mm, where indeed? Well... the neck is a classic, and you do have just an amazingly soft neck, but..." As he spoke, he brought his dominant hand down to start tracing his fingers down her body, starting at her neck. "Then there's here, your breasts so supple... but I would hate to mark up such beauty..." His eyes went lower, and he gave a wicked smile indeed. "There is one place that I think will do just fine, dove..."

After making his decision, he knelt down to the floor again. His bare hand delicately drew itself over her thigh, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there.

"Isn't that... dangerous?" She asked quietly.

Lucifer smirked. "You would think fornicating with demons in general would stir such a thought long before now," he murmured. His eyes then flickered back to hers. "But no, you have my word that you will not have lasting damage done to you. I will take care of you and your body."

There was a moment of uncertainty before she finally nodded, looking more at ease as she considered his words.

"If you would like, I can ensure it's equally pleasurable for you," he added. "But I need your permission first."

"I... I want you to do it, all of it," she replied quickly and confidently. He smirked once more and nodded.

She watched as Lucifer got settled again, kneeling and spraying out her legs again for his viewing pleasure. Taking his hand again, he slipped his fingers through her labia and over her heat, gathering slick while making her sigh again with pleasure. He gently rubbed back and forth, ramping up her arousal again.

"Close your eyes, love, just feel what I do for you," Lucifer commanded softly to her. Altaira immediately nodded and laid her head back against the bed again. Ultimately, Lucifer knew that if she saw what he was about to do, she might not have enjoyed it as much, and he understood her weakness for seeing her own ichor.

Seeing that she was relaxed and enjoying his ministrations, he began placing searing kisses on her right thigh, causing her to twitch and flinch. He glanced up to make sure her eyes were closed, and to his satisfaction they were. He then began to slip one finger past her entrance, following the grips of her walls. Fully hilted, he stroked around her insides to get a feel for her anatomy, to map out in his head where she felt the best. There was one spot far in the back that had her keening for more, and once he figured out her rhythm, he pulled that finger out only to insert two more. That definitely had her crying out, so he began placing his kisses again, soft whispers of incantations against her flesh. Feeling ready to truly start the symphony, he focused his gaze solely on her and her alone.

Slowly, he started to work her open, his two fingers twisting and turning, stoking her fires. When he felt her start to open, he sank his fingers further and found that sweet spot toward the back and began to use and abuse it for her pleasure. He was learning her buttons to push as her body was his new playground to explore. It was when her body started to writhe, her breaths quickening, and her cunt tightening down around his digits that he became hyperaware, listening for specific cues from her. He had to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And that perfect moment came quickly as she started to roll her hips, her moans becoming more staccato, the very walls wrapped around his fingers beginning to flutter.

There she is.

"Merci," he whispered.

[Thank you]

All at once, just as she met with her third orgasm of the night, Lucifer sank his fangs down onto her thigh, extending to pierce the femoral artery. She felt merely a pinch followed by a warm tingling at the site of his bite as it all flowed together with her release. Lucifer kept his fingers pumping rhythmically in her pussy, making sure to hit that sweet spot, all while tasting her saccharine ichor. He flinched at first, surprised by the taste, but it wasn't bad, far from it. He'd never tasted someone so... sugary.

Maybe I should have saved this for after dinner this evening... he thought.

Nonetheless, she was an exquisite flavor, sweet like a delicious metallic honey, with dark notes of bitter like a warm coffee. If this was sin, he'd never want to be saved after having a drink like this.

For Altaira, her pleasure flowed in and out of her body, her orgasm continuing to fluctuate with the tide of what Lucifer delivered to her. It felt like her release would simply never end, to which she could be fine with that. Lucifer moved his free arm out to take her hand as she grabbed the sheets, and he held it as he carried her through her pleasure. As barbaric as this was, in some regards, he wanted the intimacy behind it, too.

Though, he had other reasons for the sweet gesture. She kept a tight hold on his hand for a long time, feeling the throes of pleasure for so much longer than she ever thought possible. But it was when her grip loosened, her hips becoming still, and her voice sounded thick with sleep that he let her go. He retracted his fangs and laved his tongue over the puncture marks to stop the flow with magic. His fingers slowly slipped out of her cunt, and he admired the webbing of slick and blood on them. After earning his admiration, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and enjoyed her flavor more.

With his hand cleaned off, he slowly crawled onto the bed, on top of her, and kissed her cheek.

"Darling, tap your finger if you can hear me," he called to her softly. He immediately felt her tap once. A soft smile smeared his lips, and he kissed her forehead as well. "Are you in pain? One for yes, two for no," he added. He felt two taps. "Very good. Would you like to take a break? One for yes, two for no." One tap. "Very well, sweetness. Let me get you comfortable."

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Later that same morning, Mammon and Amso finally made their appearances, haphazard looking, in the kitchen. Levi snorted and Satan smirked at their sorry appearances.

"Well, well, well, look at what the hellbeast drug in," Satan cooed mockingly. He dropped the act and got serious. "You look terrible."

"We know," Mammon groaned, swiping at Satan and missing by a long shot.

Beel and Belphie rolled around the corner to the kitchen after hearing the commotion.

"Didn't Altaira go with you guys? Where is she?" Belphie pointed out, looking around.

Satan shrugged. "It looked like she was still in bed when I strolled by to wake her up. I assume her sugar is messed up and she's not hungry yet," he replied.

Belphie tilted his head. "She's not in her bed. When I went in there just a few minutes ago, it was just pillows."

Everyone looked around, and Satan turned off the stove.

"We obviously have to look for her," Levi pointed out. They all nodded in agreement.

Satan and Belphie led the way to look for her, with the other four brothers trailing behind as they searched the House. They had checked all likely places she could have been in the House, starting with her room and the observatory first, followed by the rest of the bedrooms. Even Lucifer's room was empty, to their dismay.

Finally, they convened in the library and stood around, trying to figure out where she could have gone.

"You did come home with her, right? Not a succubus in her form?" Satan groaned, holding his head in his hand as he questioned Mammon and Asmo about the previous night.

"For the hundredth time, yes!" Mammon barked.

"Mammon, don't shout. My head hurts," Asmo whined, laying in a settee dramatically, with his arm over his eyes.

Beel stood there listening until something caught his attention, a particular smell he was sure he'd smelled before, but couldn't quite place. He followed the trail to Lucifer's office door, and he pressed the hidden button he'd learned a while ago.

"Uh..." Beel mumbled.

The brothers looked over and quickly met Beel's side where they saw what had his attention.

Inside Lucifer's office was Altaira sprawled out on his desk, legs spread wide with her head hanging off the front edge of the desk with her mouth open in ecstasy and breasts bouncing with every thrust she took. Between her legs stood Lucifer holding them as far apart as possible, pounding away his cock into her leaking cunt. Both were as naked as the day was long, and each of the brothers went pale as they watched the entire thing unfold, or rather, watched Lucifer unfold Altaira further, and further...

"What the fuck, Lucifer!" Satan barked, turning away first to cover his eyes. "The hells is wrong with you?!"

Lucifer's head snapped up, and he snarled at the intrusion. "Get out, all of you," he barked. Altaira's eyes opened, and she saw the six brothers upside down from her view and grinned. They began to scatter, except Asmo, who just admired the two, before Mammon came back with his eyes covered to drag his younger brother away.

Altaira pulled her head up some to look at Lucifer. "Are you good to continue? Or do you want to stop?"

"Oh, I'm not stopping now. I've merely had a taste of you, and I'm not letting go just yet."

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altschmerzes · 5 months

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here's a clip from, as a bit of a curveball bc i was just recently reminded people also care for this project of mine and so very much do i, my gideon the ninth 'fix it but break it way worse first' resurrection fic :)

so, from my dead are mine (and yours as well as mine), from very far ahead in chapter 9, after the dust has settled and we all have to figure out what to do now, how to interact with each other in this weird new normal we're arriving to:

“Silas!” It’s impossible to tell which of the Fourth had been the one to holler the name from far across the room, and it takes Harrow a few moments to realize that this is because it hadn’t been one of them at all. The voice had been two voices, Jeannemary and Isaac yelling over in twin tandem, melting together into one high bird’s call that aims to summon the boy over to them for some unknown purpose. Glancing at Silas, Harrow is not surprised to see the hard, stone expression on his face or the rigid stiffness in his body. Colum is the only person she has ever heard refer to him by his first name. Harrow doesn’t know what sort of operation they’re running in the Fourth or Fifth, but she can’t imagine it’s smiled upon to take that sort of liberty in the Eighth House. He doesn’t react at first, just stands there and stares across the room at them. At his sides, Silas’s hands are held in tight fists.

“Silas, come here!” This time it’s just Jeannemary, exasperation tinging her voice as she yells to be heard from where she and Isaac stand, almost outside the room entirely. Harrow is not the only one who’s noticed the way Silas has reacted to them. Abigail, who’s seemed to materialize out of nowhere for the dozenth time, leading Harrow to wonder if that might be some kind of special necromancy they teach you in her House, gets his attention with a light touch to one tense shoulder. He gives a very faint, almost imperceptible twitch that Harrow might not have noticed if she hadn’t herself bit back enough flinches to know what it looks like when one is just barely not all the way smothered. “They mean it well,” Abigail tells him. Her own voice is quiet, deliberately kept low enough not to be heard by the teens she refers to. The sound of the words and the look on her face is not quite a warning, but it’s not quite not a warning either. “That’s probably our fault, Magnus and I. We’ve never been formal with them. But they mean it well.” There’s no reply. Silas barely glances at her before he’s looking back across at Jeannemary and Isaac, still impatiently waiting for him at the doorway. “If you must correct them,” Abigail goes on, once it becomes clear that he’s not going to say anything, “I’d ask you please do so kindly.” This time she gets an answer, if only in the form of a quick, sharp dip of Silas’s chin. He nods to Abigail, ignores Harrow completely, then starts across the room to where two pairs of hands have started to beckon him, waving in the air like they might physically pull him over faster by doing so. If Silas says anything to them about the name, rebukes them for using it or orders them never to call him such a thing again, he doesn’t do it within earshot, even of Harrow’s sharpened hearing. The only thing that filters through the doorway in that deep, resounding voice unmistakable for anyone else, is, “What is it, then?”

#gav gab #there's a lot of stuff with harrow and abigail and harrow and silas particularly that i'm excited about in chapter nine #i mean there's a lot of stuff in general #some sixth stuff some stuff with gideon trying to figure out wtf happened here #etc #but those two character combos are sooooooooo #gav answers #fic: my dead are mine (and yours as well as mine)#[points at harrow and silas] my horrible girl and my horrible boy :)#me like outta the way everyone i am the only one who understands silas and the potential of this dynamic-#(JOKE. BUT ALSO. SOMETIMES-)#ask box games #writing liveblog #always ALWAYS soliciting rose asks. btw.

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smol-grey-tea · 7 months

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Incredibly personal, self indulgent fic, mildly out of character (I hate writing for pre-existing characters, especially dialogue, I feel like I can never make it sound like the character themself). Contains references to eating disorders.

Yuri confronts Tei about his nighttime activities

The whole house was quiet in the dead of night. Bedrooms contained the sound of snoring whilst the kitchen's clock ticked on. The low buzz of electricals was barely audible, low enough that Yeonho could sleep soundly under the blanket on the living room couch.

But creeping out from the shadows, daring to disturb the peace, came the sounds from the bathroom. Running water and the flushing of a toilet. Then a short period of quiet.

When Tei stepped out finally, he was relieved to see that although Yeonho tossed and turned, the sound hadn't disturbed him, and the whole house seemed to still be asleep. Another night successful. After briefly hesitating at Eri's door, Tei returned to his room, satisfied.

"What were you doing?" Yuri. Of course. He was awake.

Tei simply sighed and ignored him, settling back into bed.

"You did this last night too. And the night before. I don't think you're sick, you don't look it."

... He heard? And not just this night, but before? He thought the walls were more soundproof than that, or that the sound from the magical girl animes Yuri watches would have sufficed for covering it up.

"... It's none of your business."

"But it is my business. I know how messed up you are and it's my business if you hurt the owner. So I thought you were doing something bad but I'm not even sure anymore what this is about."

"It's not anything that hurts her, so don't worry about that." He was too tired to argue too much.

"Then if it's not that, then what is it? Because you're doing it on purpose, aren't you? I think I've heard of this before, but I'm not sure I I understand. I don't understand why anyone would do something like that."

"If you want to hear something that'll really keep you happy, it's not anything bad or harmful at all. In fact, I'm doing you a favour. This is all helping-"

Tei was interrupted by the painful growling of his own stomach. He winced but did nothing to protest, laying calmly, staring at the ceiling ahead and continued. He didn't know why the felt compelled to answer honestly for a change.

"You already know what I'm truly like so there's no point in hiding that now. All of that dirtiness...that monstrousness... It all sits inside of me.

"It's inside me. So if I can manage to get what's inside of me on the outside...perhaps the dirtiness might go with it...

"Not all of it. I can never be fully cured, I'm beyond completely saving. But it's only right that I should do what I can, for the sake of the owner. This will help."

"That's..." Yuri paused... "just...factually inaccurate."

"... But you don't know that. How can you know that? I have to keep doing this to keep the owner safe from me. As much as I can."

"No, I don't know much. And I know I'll never understand you. But what I do understand is taking care of your body. Your body must be nourished properly to help it become beautiful, like me. You must feed it with the healthiest homemade food and groom it regularly.

"I don't know much about that 'dirty' thing you talk about, I just get that you're messed up. But ruining your body like that is not gonna make it any better, it's gonna make you feel so much worse."

Tei was silent, a little bit dumbfounded.

Yuri, being the only one who knows even the slightest sliver of his true self, would surely be pleased to hear that he's trying his best to diligently stay as clean as he can for the owner. And yet, in the darkness, he can see in his face the expression of a man who isn't mildly impressed in the slightest.

"... Why are you giving me advice like that? Telling me what to do? Like you care how I'm feeling."

"But it's as I said. It is my business, as it relates to the owner. As much as I hate to admit it, you are an essential part of my honey's life, one that cannot easily be replaced. So if you end up getting hurt or something, it's a problem for her, so it's a problem for me too."

"What, so you want me to stop? This is a good thing."

"Whatever. I'll never understand you and I don't want to. Do what you want.

"But don't act like this is the right thing when all its doing is harming you. You're doing it because you think it's right, but the stress on your body makes you feel even worse. So you're more likely to mess up and lose control, right?"

Oh... Now, slowly, he was getting it.

Tei remembered reading a statistic somewhere that the majority of calorie intake is used up by the brain. Yknow, the thing that controls decision making? If he wanted to control his impulses around Eri, he would want to be as clear headed as possible to prevent the worst outcome from coming true.

"... Well, if you're so clever, then...what am I supposed to do?"

"Ugh, I don't know, don't ask me. Go ask someone else. Just as long as you don't hurt the owner in the end, fine. Go and see some professional to help you, that's what they're there for."

"No one can fix me..."

"Well it's not like your way of fixing it was doing anything, maybe you just haven't tried anything else yet. Even if it doesn't work, just try it. Just don't come any closer to hurting my honey like you know you want to oh so badly."

"... I'll think about it." Well, what was there to say?

"No, you won't. You're not just gonna think about it, you're gonna do it. I'm going to look into it as soon as I have chance after work tomorrow."

"You can't just do something like that, I don't even have time for it anyway, I'm always working."

"Then quit, fine. I make enough for the six of us so it'll be fine to do this."

"You can't just make me quit my job."

"Then stay weird and messed up like that forever and end up hurting the owner in the end. Do you have a choice? None of us here want her to get hurt. So you get help or you get out. And seeing how you're so essential here, getting out doesn't sound like the best decision."

Tei could only sigh. He was too tired and hungry to think too hard. He simply felt thankful that no one else could see how much of an advantage Yuri held over him in secret, knowing his darker side. However, he was grateful that Yuri's reputation led to people tending to side with Tei in their arguments.

He didn't know what to do. When he'd originally discovered his method of purifying himself, he felt relieved to find some peace of mind, that he could physically see the disgusting thoughts leaving his body. He slept soundly, lullabied by his empty stomach, knowing that he was doing what he could to keep his owner pure.

But now he knew how helpful his coping mechanism really was.

He didn't want to think about it. He was repulsed by the idea of stopping, but considering other methods perhaps wouldn't be so bad?

He was too hungry to think. His mouth tasted like today.

"I'll think about it in the morning," he decided, turning over to face the wall.

"Fine. Don't forget."

He would like to forget, but he knew somehow that it would be years before he could ever forget such an earth-shattering conversation.

#my post #cheritz #cheritz nameless #nameless cheritz #nameless #nameless the one thing you must recall #ntotymr #last year I was going thru big stress. and I had this thought that if I threw up then when the food left my body so would the stress. I'm #lucky that I told my friend about this thought and he warned me that if I ever acted on it i would develop bulimia. I'm lucky it never got #any worse than just a thought. i truly believed it back then. but when I think about that thought now it sounds so unrealistic.#disordered eating tw

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fiendishartist2 · 11 months

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it's your conclusions that make mine delusions– tma

Jon's feet dangled underneath him, hanging limp. Papers fluttered to the floor, forgotten in the mad scramble between the two men. Jon's hands rested loosely around Tim's wrists, just above where his fists were twisted into Jon's collar. With his back against the wall, Jon was trapped completely under his co-worker's wrath. Tim stepped closer, crushing a lazily written report under his shoe.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Stoker?" Jon asked lightly. Tim's nose scrunched with disgust as Jon's smirk widened enough to bare teeth.

"Stop smiling," Tim snarled, "Stop fucking- what is wrong with you? Why are you here?" Although his grip on Tim's wrists remained deciptively gentle– hands poised so that fingertips just brushed skin– Jon's expression grew hungry. Entertainment flickered behind dark irises; Tim got the sense Jon was relishing in his desperation.

"I work here." Jon answered simply, unbothered despite the way Tim's knuckles dug into his throat. Tim barked out a mirthless laugh.

"Not the same way the rest of us do. Prove it- prove you're trapped by- by whatever is wrong with this place. Go ahead, Sims. Say it." He goaded, hoping Jon would rise to the bait. Jonathan Sims was perpetually level-headed, but Tim was at his wits end.

He wanted this puppeteer wearing a human face out of his life– out of all of their lives.

"Personally, I don't have any desire to leave. I'm quite happy with this job." Tim growled, rearing back and slamming Jon into the wall. The back of his head hit the damp drywall with a satisfying crack. Jon blinked rapidly, dazed.

Tim's blood pounded in his ears; he wanted to hurt this thing under his hands and he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. It was destroying his friends, creeping like a crawling rot into every nook and cranny of their minds. Slowly, it invaded– a sweet croon here, a sharp discouragement there; watchful eyes and cutting words hidden behind an open kindness that came from the confidence of security. It felt safe picking them apart sinew by bloody sinew.

Sasha was ruining herself and wouldn't listen to reason. She ran headfirst into any situation she thought would give her leads, not even bothering to tell anyone when she was in danger. She was working longer hours, talking to people in her office in secret, stashing tapes and statements in odd places he and Martin wouldn't look. Every new statement plucked from the mess Gertrude left behind sent her on a spiral, clawing for any connection to latch onto– and she latched onto Jon's words like a woman drowing. When Sasha ducked away from conversation with Tim and Martin, Jon was at her elbow, whispering in her ear. When she eyed Tim with distrust, he could feel Jon's gaze burning into the back of head. When she continued to pull away from anyone who could anchor her to reality, Jon was right there, pulling her along.

Jon's breathing was becoming laboured. Tim pressed more weight against his chest, egged on by the slight give of Jon's ribcage under his forearms.

"Kill me," Jon choked out. Tim lurched back a step, allowing Jon to take a deep breath that left him with a dry cough. His grin split his pockmarked cheeks, "Kill me, right now. Get it over with. That is what you want, isn't it?"

"You're sick," Tim spat. He pushed against Jon until he wheezed, "You're a sick little creep and I- I want you gone. Leave the Institute. Run into traffic. Anything, just- just get out." Jon's beaming smile wavered, eyes fluttering as consiousness was squeezed out of him, "If I ever see your face again-"

"Tim!"

Tim startled, dropping Jon's collar and letting him crumple to the floor. The anger drained out of him instantly, leaving a hollow in its wake.

He stared down at the man at his feet; Jon's narrow back was shaking.

Shaking with laughter.

Jon's boney shoulders jumped up and down, breathless snickering wracking his entire frame.

He peered up at Tim through spidery bangs. As if on strings, his lips were pulled into manic smile, eyes alight with joy. Hysterics were carved into every crease of his face.

"You can't. You will never be rid of me." He whispered, voice pitchy with wonder.

Someone pushed Tim aside; he stumbled out of the way without even turning to see which of Jon's victims it was. Red faced anger entered his sight, made fuzzy by the film of haze filling his brain.

Helplessness squeezed like a band around his chest; no one would believe him about Jon. Not Sasha, too paranoid to see the problem right in front of her. Not Martin, who would give and give and give to a monster who could only take. Not Elias, who had let Jon into the Archives in the first place.

"-at is your problem, Tim?! What could /Jon/ have done to-" A tinny voice buzzed beneath the rapid gallop of Tim's heart.

Jon was right– Tim couldn't do anything. Nothing would keep Jon from weaving his web around all of them; all he could do now was watch as the threads tightened and tightened until they each snapped under the tension.

Something bumped– shoved his shoulder. Salt and pepper hair left his vision and, instinctually, Tim's eyes traced the monster across the room.

From under Martin's arm, Jon pressed his face into his shoulder. Crocodile tears soaked into the soft, well-worn knit of Martin's favourite jumper. In stark clarity, Tim zeroed in on the hand that raised behind Martin's back.

Jon waved at him slowly and deliberately as he was led gingerly into the breakroom.

#hee hee #jon: 🕷️🕸️#tim: i want this twink obliterated #whats a little bit of attempted murder between coworkers #i had a really shit day so i wrote this to make me feel better #i like the flow of it but im wondering if its too consise #i think my writing is like that in general tho. i can write longer fics but im not very flowery or verbose #i just like to write whats happening and what the characters are thinking and thats it #but anyways. web jon is a little freak for SURE #i gave him annabel's perpetual calmness bc i think thats a v good web trait #also hes a little bit hysterical but thats okay <3 thats just how jon is sometimes #i think that up until s3 web jon is an antagonist to some degree. hes not helping the archives hes just there to fuck with everyone lol #and tim is the only one to pick up on it like he does with canon jon. which starts him hating jon #but i do think we get like a not-sasha moment at the end of s2 but its sasha figuring out that jon is an avatar of the web-#-and isn't actually who he says he is. i think she would spot jon's manipulation patterns by reading statements-#-jon has hidden about the web #and eventually jon stops being malicious and starts actually helping them and making human connections and whatever #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #timothy stoker #web!jon #archivist!sasha #martin blackwood #sasha james #tma fic #my fic #title from outliars and hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples

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How will you rank Winx Club's parents?

Uhhhh I've only gotten to s4 so I haven't seen all their parents but I'll try

Ok then

Parents ranking:

Mike and Vanessa: good parents just trying their best!!! They get the number one spot!! They're tight on cash but they do their best to get Bloom stuff she likes and they're involved enough to go to her school to see if everything is safe for Bloom

Musa's mother: Very good mom. Musa seems to adore everything about her and she left amazing life lessons. When we see the... ghost??? Of her in s3 she does the right thing and over all seems like an amazing mom. We don't see much of her tho

Klaus: good dude, seems like a good single dad

Oritel and Marion: I mean they raised Daphne so they have got to be doing something right? We've barely seen them so no opnion here. They're nice and want to get involved with Bloom to make up for missing time

Timmy's parents: they're probably nice enough people as Timmy seems fine and well adjusted

Helia's parents: their probably also normal enough

Flora's parents: I think they're nice enough people. Flora seems to semi act like Miele's mom so I'm guessing theirs some oldest daughter syndrome going on here, but tbh I think that's more form something happening and Flora parents being unable to help Flora and Miele instead of just being neglectful since Flora never shows signs of abandonment issues

Tecna's parents: who do you think got Tecna into the habit of repressing her emotions?

Musa's father post mother's death: Dude seemed to genuinely scare Musa as a child with smashing shit right after Musa's mom died and was willing to sabotage Musa's education because she got to perform a concert while still working towards a lucrative job. But he seems to be close with Musa and hes willing to change and was genuinely just trying to help. Good intentions horrible execution. He goes here I guess ???

Brandon's parents: no thoughts head empty. Brandon's whole job is to be Sky's body double because Sky has assassins on him, and their in highschool. Which means that Brandon's parents sent him away to theoretically get killed in place of Sky at 15. But like?? Brandon could of been taken away forcefully, or his parents could of been clouded by propaganda and not really concider the fact that Brandon is there to die in place of Sky. Or! They thought that it was super unlikely that he'd get killed and wanted Brandon go get ahead by getting in with royalty and getting the benefits of their money. I really really want to see them and have the explain why they sent Brandon away to the castle in the first place knowing that he could die so young

Morgana: she just didn't tell Roxy their related till the last second huh?

Nabu's parents: Neglectful as Nabu was raised by his security team

Radius and Luna: Very emotionally neglectful. Stella was, according to her, raised by maids, and Radius used Stella's ball to announce his wedding!! Luna didn't even show up!! I can believe that Radius actually cares but is very emotionally oblivious and should of never had a child (it's clear that he cares but doesn't understand how having a kid works in s3 which explains but doesn't make anything he does any better), plus Cassandra manipulating him, but Luna is not there like at all. At least Radius makes a half hearted effort

Teredor and Niobe: So pressuring and expectant that Aisha ran away. I also think they were emotionally cold towards Aisha as she clearly has a craving for personal bonds that it's implied that she never got outside of Anne. Aisha's needs were completely ignored or banned. That's some horrible parenting

Samara and Erendor: these two do not care about anyone, genuinely. They seem to see Sky more as a pawn than their son and I'm pretty sure they were willing to let Diaspro die. They didn't even notice their own son was under mindcontrol....these two creep me out and just seem like they'd be actually evil behind closed doors

Whom ever the FUCK raised the Trix to be like that: fuck em

Riven's parents: we haven't seen them but fuck thoese guys in perticualr. Riven in s1 was 16, and teenagers tend to base their world view off of what they learn from their parents. Seeing how Riven's mother abandoned him, I'm imagining that Riven's dad is just a way worst version of s1 Riven bc he had to pick up those opnions from somewhere and that's normally how it happens. You cannot convince me that Riven's weird attachment to his masculinity wasn't caused by someone constantly bothering him about it

Uhh that's my opinion I guess? This list feels very nonsensical and I apologize for that

#winx club #rus chatters #asks #winx headcanons #not using Musa's parents names bc i saw somewhere that their really bad

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Chapter 1: Furby.

"Genevieve?"

"Gen!"

"Huh? What's up?!" The short, curly-haired, green eyed girl's head snapped up at the sound of her name being called to see the familiar smirking face of her friend, "Oh! Emmy, when did you get here?"

The slightly shorter girl, dressed fully in black, leaned onto the desk beside the one Genevieve sat at, "Uh like a minute ago. You were so focused you didn't even see me walk up to you." She leaned forward a bit to peer at the page the other girl had covered with her arms instinctively, "Whatcha drawing?" She gestured at the opened sketchbook and the obscure sketch covering almost an entire page.

Genevieve stuck her tongue out at her friend and shoved the sketchbook and pencil case into her dark green messenger bag and stood up adjusting the almost equally green sweatshirt she wore, "Don't worry about it. Aaaand to be fair, you're really good at sneaking up on people ya spooky bitch."

Her friend smiled proudly, a grin spreading across her face as she followed behind her; a jingling sound emanating from all the chains and spikes on her outfit, "Yeeeah well you know I love to be stealthy, it's kind of my thing."

"Uh huh, I know. Are we going for lunch? I'm hungry and I could really kill for some mozzarella sticks right now." Her stomach growled lightly as if to back up her words.

Emmy slowed her pace causing Genevieve to turn around. She gave her a slight apologetic smile, the kind of smile that caused her favourite person in the world to realize she was about to be told something she wasn't going to like. "Uh about thaaat...I have to leave school early, I forgot to tell you about it yesterday. Sooo you're gonna be on your own for lunch today." She took a step back fully expecting to be smacked on the arm in response.

Genevieve's excited expression dropped and so did her bag's strap off her shoulder in disappointment, "Whyyy? I hope you know I'm gonna be sitting by myself. All sad and alone, putting mozzarella sticks into my face hole while sobbing." She tilted her head down sadly and hid a small grin hoping the guilt trip would work.

The shorter girl nodded looking mildly sad herself; the guilt trip indeed taking its effects, " I knooow, I'm sorry but it's just for today. I promise. Just try not to do anything I wouldn't okay? And if you're gonna do any crimes wait til tomorrow so I can help." She smiled and reached up to pat her on the head affectionately and gestured at Genevieve to go ahead to the cafeteria. "I'll see you tomorrow, love you", she called as she spun around on her heels and hurried towards the school's exit.

Genevieve half-pouted, half-glared as she watched her friend leave, "Love you too abandoner!" As she spun around now only semi-excited about her mozzarella sticks, someone brushed past her clearly in a hurry, his arm barely grazing hers but surprised her enough for her to stumble slightly.

A curt "sorry". Was all she heard but by the time she steadied herself the person was gone in a blur. "Ooookay?" She shrugged adjusting her bag's strap on her shoulder and made her way down the hall towards the cafeteria, "Maybe he really wants breaded cheese too" she mused.

Tray in hand Genevieve glanced around the wide open space littered with tables and the chattering the people who occupied them. The cafeteria itself was a very plain space; white walls and rounded simple light brown wood tables with metal legs, nothing too fancy. Finding a completely unoccupied table near the windows she made herself comfortable. She dropped her bag next to her on a vacant chair, her stomach growled almost in excitement. "Mmm, mozzarella sticks."

As she took her first bite, the Cullens appeared making their way into the cafeteria to claim their usual table. They were odd for sure. They never ate or drank anything, not that anyone ever questioned that. They always just sat with each other, never really interacting with anyone else unless they had to. Rosalie spent most of her time at Emmett's side cosied up to him and mostly clinging to his arm affectionately to show ownership. Edward was often barely seen anymore and if he was it was with Bella but today he had brought her along to sit with them all. Bella as per usual looked uncomfortable and somewhat confused but that could have just been her standard look.

Genevieve's eyes slid from each Cullen as she sipped slowly on the small carton of apple juice, looking them over with mild curiosity. The only person she had ever spoken to from that family was Edward; it was a group project in Physics class and they had shared only a few words though he seemed completely uninterested in speaking with any of his table mates. That was all well and good since she had no interest in befriending him. She had never spoken to Rosalie but that was just as well. She looked displeased to see Bella in that current moment but then when did she ever look approachable to begin with?

Genevieve's gaze stopped on the only Cullen who wasn't coupled off, Jasper. She had only seen him around a few times before the new school year started and she realized the severely awkward looking boy shared but a single class with her. He sat at the back of the class and usually had his arms crossed over his chest. Sometimes she wasn't sure if he even took notes or just sat there like a statue the entire time. He never really spoke to anyone and always seemed uncomfortable somehow. He sat stiffly only nodding somewhat when one of his siblings or Bella addressed him. "Weird guy", Genevieve whispered to herself gathering her things to leave. As she passed the Cullen's table that was just a few feet away, none of them paid her any mind but Jasper who had turned his head to the side to lock eyes with her. His gaze held a mild air of mischief but still unreadable. He stared at her blankly, however prompting a 'what do you want?' eyebrow raise in return from the girl.

Jasper kept his composure, his almost golden eyes following her as she returned her tray and dug through her bag muttering softly to herself, searching for something, unaware that she was being surveyed. He gave her a once-over; it was the first time he had really gotten the chance to look at her properly. She was small, had short black curly hair with the under layer bleached white and wore casual clothing in earth-toned colours. Today she wore a dark green sweater with little strawberries printed across the sleeves, a pair of dark brown shorts, patterned tights underneath and a pair of black boots. It suited her almost urban forest fairy vibe.

She let out a small "fuck yes" in triumph that caused a few people to glance up at her. She retrieved the sketchbook she had been rummaging through her bag for. Jasper watched as her green eyes lit up in victory; "cute..." he muttered, the slightest smile tugging at the right corner of his lips as he returned his attention to Emmett who was ranting about baseball as he usually did.

Heading out of the cafeteria, Genevieve turned around to glance back at the Cullens' table; they were all still there but Jasper. "For someone so awkward and stiff he sure is fast..." Shrugging and realizing her last period was free, she made her way to the little studio all the art-oriented students spent most of their time in when they weren't in classes.

#jasper hale #jasper cullen #fanfic

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 1 year

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The Marali Festival Commentary Part 1

Honestly I’m really rather excited to do commentary for this fic, because I realized as I was doing my “Year in Review” that I couldn’t pinpoint any single scene or line that stuck out to me. THERE WERE SO MUCH in this fic that I loved, I couldn’t even narrow it down. So if you’ll indulge me, I’d be able to talk about it now. 😁

**SPOILERS FOR THIS FIC BELOW**

Chapter 1- Leave a Note

So first off, I feel like it’s worth mentioning again that this fic was made from a Valentine’s prompt list that was supposed to be 14 separate drabbles, and I was like “why not make it fit to one fic”! All it took was writing this chapter for me to know exactly how I wanted this fic to go (with some minor exceptions that I’ll get to with the later chapter commentaries).

If there is a chance you could even possibly feel the same, meet me on the sixth night of the Marali Festival. I will prepare a gift worthy of the Hero of Erebor. If I should fail at such a task, I hope that nothing changes between us. For you, Bilbo, are a gem greater than any the Halls of Erebor have seen before, and I am just the dwarf whose foolish heart stubbornly longs for you.

Forever Yours,

-T

Literally. Every. Person. Who. Commented. Knew exactly who “T” was.🤣 I think the biggest twist was the sincerity of the note as a lot of people thought Tabor was actually in love with Bilbo.

However, Thorin never did anything about it leaving Bilbo to believe that he did not return his affections or he could not. Bilbo played ignorant on the former and made his peace with the latter.

This was one of my favorite lines in this chapter. Do you guys ever write those lines that you’re like “I could make a whole AU on my own fanfic just off this line?” This was the line for me.

When I finished this chapter, I anticipated Bilbo being ridiculously flirty and Thorin just being like ‘wtf’. But by the next chapter, I realized how hard that was without giving away the fact that Thorin didn’t write the note so I had to adjust a bit with how Thorin reacted.

Chapter 2- Flowers

“So Bilbo, what about you? Trying your hand at swordplay for the festival?”

“Most assuredly not.” The hobbit answered with a huff. “After all, I am no King’s Champion. Besides, Dwalin already told me there was no division for letter openers.”

So it needs to be noted that I had just finished Guardian of Kings, and was riding a bit of a high afterwards. So there are several nods to my fic throughout just because it was hard for me to completely let go of my first finished multi-chapter fic.

“Marali means ‘an element of passion’.” Balin corrected. “So we celebrate all that we are passionate about.”

This was actually more about Sunny fitting the story to the word prompts and less about what I thought dwarves were actually ‘passionate about’ BUT IT WORKED!

Chapter 3- A Small Favor

THIS CHAPTER WAS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE, AND DEFINITELY MY MOST ANTICIPATED ONE! This was also the last chapter I had finished ahead of schedule. Every chapter after this I wrote out on the day I posted it.

“Thank you, Master Baggins!” The young dwarf bowed, ready to charge down the path before pausing with a blush on his cheeks. “You really are…incredible.”

My hint towards it being Tabor (not that anyone needed it), but I really did want to convey that he admires Bilbo even if he’s not actually in love with him.

On the other side of the arena, leaning against the wall, was his dwarf king. Bilbo felt his mouth go dry at seeing Thorin, bare chest glistening with sweat in the midday sun, as he took a swig from his canteen. Water slipped from behind his lips and trailed down his bearded chin…

You’re welcome for the fan service here.

“I see.” Bilbo hummed. “And must they be…t-tunicless?”

“Of course.” Ori was the one to answer matter-of-factly, not looking up from his quill and book. “It’s the ‘Passion of the Warrior’, showing off not just skill but battle legacies as well.”

What Ori meant to say is how else can Sunny torture Bilbo and her readers with how physically attractive Thorin is? 😏

"You know, something beloved that will make Thorin realize he has...your support." Ori interjected, fighting a suspicious blush taking over his cheeks.

It needs to be noted that I was still on the fence about posting this fic when @lordoftherazzles sent me an ask for a WIP game, and immediately fell in love based on this line.🤣 Good job Razzy, way to pressure me into writing.

Bilbo thrust his white handkerchief with his custom “BB” embroidery into the dwarf’s hand. Thorin regarded the cloth with confusion before raising a brow at Bilbo.

“Thanks.” He grunted before proceeding to use it to mop up the sweat, blood, and grim accumulated on his face.

Bilbo’s smile turned to a grimace as Thorin handed the soiled item back to Bilbo. He took it between his two fingers, finding it somehow more attractive on Thorin’s face rather than his handkerchief.

THIS WAS ‘THE SCENE’. I saw this in my head vividly before I had even fully decided on how the rest of the festival was going to go. I love twisting tropes and this is just such a classic (and unfortunately very influenced by Shrek).

His hand fell upon his little ring he always carried in his pocket, and his heart raced slightly at the thought of parting with it. No, that was better kept with him.

The hardest part of any ‘Bilbo remains in Erebor’ fic. How much do you mention the Ring...

“Heor, an old…rival of Thorin’s.” Kili hummed.

More fic stealing! 😄

A shy smile graced Thorin’s lips as he ducked his head, but his blue eyes sought him back out with their sparkling awe. And because Bilbo’s courage seemed to fade under such a gaze, he was only able to nod, straighten out his waistcoat, and march heavily back to his seat. Had he turned back though, he would have seen Thorin hold the button reverently in his hand before pressing it gently to his lips.

A perfect line to end on and @ye3honk did some AMAZING art for this scene in particular that I can’t get over. 😍

#sunny's greatest hits #the hobbit #bagginshield #the marali festival #commentary day 1 #did anyone have any favorite scenes from these chapters?

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ratasum · 1 year

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Antagonist asks for Lady Makko! Sticking to the backstory ones.

5. Do you have a mentor, or someone you’ve modeled yourself after? Who is it, and why are they so compelling?

11. What’s one thing you can never forgive? (Could be an event in the past, or a character trait like lying.)

12. When did you feel the most accomplished or successful?

50 Questions to Ask Your Antagonist

5. Do you have a mentor, or someone you’ve modeled yourself after? Who is it, and why are they so compelling?

"When I was with the rest of the rabble back in Rata Sum, I had my mentor in college, but they were useless. Far more important to me was the crew of the Red Howl. I joined up with them when I left Rata Sum, and they were instrumental in my becoming who I am today.

The captain, Yazzna, was a ruthless, cutthroat woman. She taught me early on that to get ahead in this world, you can't hold anyone so closely that they can get a knife in your back...

Or that you would be unwilling to put a knife in theirs."

11. What’s one thing you can never forgive? (Could be an event in the past, or a character trait like lying.)

"I don't suffer anyone who double-crosses me.

I can tolerate a lot. Stupidity, foolheartedness, even backtalk so long as the person's got an idea that doesn't piss me off.

But if someone's trying to undermine me, go behind my back, frame me... when I got out from under my old employer, who wanted far more from me than I'd ever want to give his filthy ass, I made sure he knew that I was stabbing him from the front.

He tried to backstab me, and he died for it. Same for that bitch Lionguard Vigdis, trying to frame me because she was pissed she wasn't able to get me on anything.

If I'm going to fuck someone over, they'll know it. Try to pull one on me and I'll make sure you regret it."

12. When did you feel the most accomplished or successful?

She bares her fangs for a moment before taking in a deep breath and letting it out, bringing the long cigarette holder up to her lips to take a draw. Blowing smoke out in a circle, her ears twitch.

"The moment I knew my rise to power was complete.

My old boss, Scrimm, had been... unhappy about me striking out on my own. Shot me in the stomach and set the whole place alight with an explosive. Lost both my legs. My right hand, Jonn, dragged me half dead out of that building and took care of me while I recovered. Kept it quiet that I'd survived, and I planned.

Through Jonn, I got in contact with a sculptor back in Rata Sum who did ornate golem parts for fun. I commissioned him for a pair of legs from the knee down, made of basalt - only the finest - from Mount Maelstrom. I instructed him on every inch of their construction, down to the placement of power stones. See, I’m not just pretty. I was pursuing a career in golemancy while I was still with the College of Dynamics, and I was still pretty damn good at it.

Best part is, that sculptor preferred to remain anonymous. Artsy golems aren’t exactly in high demand, and I’d imagine his krewe gave him hell for it.

At any rate, once I had the legs, I had Jonn arrange a meeting with Scrimm under the pretense of handing over my old contracts and my holdings. A final admission that he’d won. But I was waiting for him there… didn’t even give him the chance to act surprised. I shot the bastard, once in the stomach and once in the head.

May have lit up the place too. A little petty spite on my part.

I'd say I regretted it, but I don't. Not really. He wasn't a good man, and while I learned a lot from him, he was a son of a bitch who earned what he got in the end."

#oc asks #lady makko

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goji-pilled · 2 years

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It’s funny short story time! No official title for the short stories yet but I’ll work on it lmao. I hope you enjoy this short funny situation I imagined with Mizuki in my head. (Also please ignore any weird formatting)

Mizuki’s “Peculiar” Morning

The morning walk to school was always a rather boring one. The only thing that really kept her from dying of boredom on the way there was her sister’s talkative rants, which most of the time Mizuki could barely understand at all. It was when Mizuki and her sister were coming up to the road that Mizuki heard cries of help coming from an area they had just passed by. She wasn’t the type of person to run off to go help people who needed assistance, not in the slightest, but since she was a magical girl now she felt obligated as it seemed part of her duty. “Er, I think I forgot something back home.. I’m going to go back to go get it, so go on ahead without me ok?” Mizuki told her sister as she ran off, Aya just shrugged and kept going.

Mizuki ran towards the direction where the cries of help were coming from. When she finally found the source, there was a little girl looking up a tree. Mizuki approached the girl, “Uh, hello there, I heard you crying for help-” Mizuki was interrupted by the girl, “You gotta help me get my cat down miss..! Please..!” The girl pleaded to Mizuki as she pulled on her shirt sleeve. “Hey calm down..! What’s the problem here..?” Mizuki said in confusion, “M-My cat.. he’s stuck in this tree…” the girl said, still tugging on Mizuki’s sleeve. Mizuki couldn’t help but give off the most disappointed stare into the distance, this was like some niche cartoon trope problem, “Yeah sure, I’ll help you.” Mizuki replied with a sigh. “Good! He’s just right up there.” The girl pointed up the tree. Mizuki stood in front of the tree, looking up. She had never climbed a tree before, so she stood there, calculating how she would get up there. “Well? Are you gonna do something?” The girl asked, as Mizuki gave a quick nod. If she juuuust grabbed this branch and put her foot here she’d be golde- nope scratch that she was on the ground before she knew it.

“Are you sure you can really do anything?” The girl asked as Mizuki got a bit irritated by this girl, who asked HER for help. Mizuki got up and wiped the dust off her clothes, then she had a great plan. “Give me just one moment!” Mizuki said as she ran off behind a fence, and in a quick flash she was back and in her magical girl outfit. “It should be no problem to get your cat down now!” Mizuki said with a smile. The small girl just stared at her, “Mommy says I should stay away from weird cosplayers like you.” The girl said as Mizuki’s confidence was absolutely shattered and she fell to her hands and knees, “T-This outfit isn’t weird at all…” Mizuki mumbled to herself. “W-Whatever..! I’ll still get your cat down for you!” Mizuki said getting back up, attempting to climb up the tree again. This time she had a much more firm grip, “Cmere kitty.. your owner just wants to take you home..” Mizuki whispered in one of those sweet little voices you use with pets. The cat ignored her. Mizuki reached into her pocket to check her phone quickly so she could see the time, and oh boy was she nearly late. She hopped down from the tree and approached the girl, “Now listen, I’m short on time right now. So I’m gonna preform a quick little magic trick. Don’t tell anyone ok?” Mizuki said with small smile as she turned back towards the tree. Mizuki brought forth her scythe and instantly cut down the tree the cat was in. “Ok I’m gonna get going now, have a good rest of your day!” Mizuki said, transforming back into school uniform and running off. The girl’s cat walked back over to her, barely fazed at all, the girl however was in complete shock of what happened.

Mizuki did not make it to school in time however and was sentenced to standing out in the hallway for the morning. Aya found out and didn’t let her live it down at all.

(And that’s it for our first little short story! I won’t lie, I kinda lost track of it all in the middle and early section of the last part lmao, I hope you still found it mildly entertaining. Also just as a small disclaimer, Mizuki does not act like how she does in the middle and last parts, I just decided to shift up her personality a smidge so it could be a bit funnier maybe lmao, these are also totally not canon to the actual story I’m writing too!! Alas though, I hope you found this entertaining!)

DHDHLADHKADHKADH NOT HER CUTTING DOWN THE WHOLE ASS TREE LMAOOOOO

#felix answers #io3 #HELPDHAKDHAKDH

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purple-fireflies · 2 years

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and it hurts like hell

A/N: A little songfic ive been mulling over of Matteo, it’s not exactly canon compliant with the stuff about his mother, but i did try. I hope yall like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own this is me trying or the soy luna characters

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I've been having a hard time adjusting

I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that

Matteo walks out of his house slowly, tears threatening to fall fast, to fall immediately, but his eyes just seem to proud.

How completely in line with his life.

The quiet that came with nighttime always drove Matteo insane, but the rattle of his suitcase served as a remedy to that.

His suitcase.

To someone simply looking at Matteo they’d see a seasoned adult, no naivete left for the world to take.

To be Matteo, however, would be a different story. Millions of different questions run through his head – where can he stay, how would he get money – but it all comes back to one thing, one question, the one beat in the back of his mind.

Is there a possibility his dad will change his mind?

And Matteo, smart as he is, knows the answer is not what he wants it to be.

Time after time, year after year, broken promise after broken promise, Matteo Balsano knows one thing.

He can adjust to anything. He can forget his father.

Why can’t he adjust to this?

Why can’t he go back, say he had a lapse of judgement?

Why can’t his father just love him?

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout

Could've followed my fears all the way down

And maybe I don't quite know what to say

But I'm here in your doorway

For once in his life, Matteo Balsano doesn’t have anyone.

More than that, he’s scared to put this on the few he does have.

But there is one person.

A person he hasn’t talked to since his parent’s divorce.

So, rain-soaked and jittering he stands in his mother’s doorway, trying to stop his hands from shaking.

Trying to clear his throat, trying to be calm, trying to not care because he always cares too much, he says, looking anywhere but her eyes, “I need somewhere to stay,”

His mother opens her mouth to ask, but ultimately doesn’t say anything.

Matteo walks in, like it’s just another one of his parents’ many houses, and treats it like he would anything else.

He is Matteo Balsano, he will get through this.

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

I have a lot of regrets about that

He’s angry and he’s hurting and everything hurts and he needs to get rid of it. He needs her to see and she won’t see she refuses to see.

She doesn’t see how hard it is. She doesn’t want to.

Everything is falling apart, everything was falling apart but it was better because he had her. Because she made it better.

But she won’t understand, and she won’t get it.

So he yelled. At the one person who he had left, he yelled.

And when Matteo Balsano is mad, he shoots to kill.

With none of his frustration pent out, and his relationship all-but-ruined, what does he have left?

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

Fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here

Pouring out my heart to a stranger

But I didn't pour the whiskey

Matteo Balsano doesn’t fail. He doesn’t lose. He is a winner. He’s been a winner since grade school, when he got put in a test for the gifted-talented program. He stayed a winner when he wore his skates for the first time, and started practicing with the high schoolers.

He felt fulfilled for the first time when he wrote his first song. With Luna.

Now he can barely focus on his schoolwork long enough to actually do it, his skating partner refuses to look him in the eyes, and his manager stabbed him in the back.

I’m losing everything, he thinks, and not for the first time that day.

And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound

It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

And I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

Every day, he sees her at Jam & Roller, he sees her at school, but nothing hurts as much as seeing her at this party, looking happy, looking beautiful, and so wholly Luna.

Everything that he lost he didn’t do completely on his own, but Luna?

He did that.

And all he can think about is her and it hurts.

But he’s Matteo Balsano. He is the King of the Rink.

He doesn’t hurt.

So instead, he’ll sit in his chair, and pretend he hasn’t been staring at her for the entire party.

#lutteo fic #matteo balsano #matteo balsano x luna valente #matteo x luna

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crybabyalexxx · 3 years

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Nova

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have a secret arrangement. Inspired by Billie Eilish’s ‘Billie Bossa Nova’

Warnings: NSFW 18+, submissive Bucky, dominant reader, BDSM involved

A/N: This was very fun to write as always. It is my first time writing anything for Bucky but this song just reminds me so much of him and I couldn’t help myself. Hope everyone enjoys it! I always get so nervous before posting a story.

Word Count: 2k

Here you were at another one of Tony’s parties. It’s not like you weren’t having any fun, it’s just that you’d rather be somewhere else. With someone else. It was rare when everyone got a moment for themselves so you all enjoyed it when everyone was together. Made you feel like a real family. But tonight, you only wanted to be with one person.

“Hey stranger, you’re quiet tonight. Everything alright?’ Natasha makes her way up to you, drink in hand. She always made sure you were treated well and felt comfortable. You were so thankful for her.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Across the room from you was Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. You two came face to face a few times on missions, before and after you joined the team. He hates to admit it but you were a tough one to fight. You love to remind him how easily you can kick his ass. You loved it when you got him down on his knees.

Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of you all night. From the moment you walked into the room with that silk green dress. It was causal, yet he adored you. He was quieter than usual, but everyone blew it off as ‘Bucky being Bucky’, and he didn’t mind. He just needed you. Bucky knew you thought the same thing too, it was the way you were looking at him. Like you wanted him on his knees. He wanted to obey.

Nobody knew but you and Bucky would regularly meet. When everyone was asleep, you and the Winter Soldier would sneak off and hide behind closed doors. It all started one night after training, the way he was breathing against you. Your legs wrapped around him tightly. Then it happened again after a mission, him knocking on your door and you pulling him in. It’s hard to stop it once it starts. After a while, Bucky told you about him wanting to be submissive. It threw you off at first, you figured after being mind washed for all those years that he would want to be in control for once.

“Sometimes everything becomes too much and I just want someone to take a little control every once in a while.” Bucky lied with you on one of the many hotel beds you’ve been in together.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, James. I understand, I’ll do it. I was always good at getting you on your knees for me.”

“I think I’m gonna go ahead and get to bed. Behave for me will ya?” Natasha smirks and gives you a wink.

“You know me y/n, I like to have a little fun before bed.” You wink back at her and head out to the elevator, with a Bucky Barnes hot on your heels. You didn’t even have to look at him to make him come to you. It won’t be the only time tonight either.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Doll.” It had been a while since the two of you had been in the same room together. So when you both heard you had the weekend off, you couldn’t let that opportunity pass. He’d been worked up and you didn’t want to wait any longer. You loved it when he came without a warning, sometimes waiting can get so boring. You wiped the cum off your hands with your tongue. “Don’t apologize, James, I like how worked up you get.” Bucky chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “Only you do it how I like.”

You and Bucky don’t say anything on the way up to your room. You were lucky enough to have your rooms across from each other, nobody would know that he was secretly with you. It was like a routine, a dance between the two of you. Bucky undressed and waited for your command. You walk around him in circles, like he was prey. He wanted you to devour him already.

“On the bed.” He grew an erection immediately. Just by your three simple words. He did as he was told like a good soldier. He even held his hands above his head without having to be told. You straddle his waist as you tie him up. Bucky shuts his eyes tight, he knows he won’t last long with the way you look, fully dressed and slightly grazing him where he needed you most.

You smirk and grind your hips roughly, causing Bucky to throw his head back hard into the pillow. It was as if somebody knocked the wind out of him. His eyes shot open and he swore there was nothing more beautiful than the sight above him. You smiling down at him, your hair coming down loosely. He wasn’t going to last long. You could feel him squirming slightly underneath you. “Y/n, please.”

“Name?”

“Nova.” When you and Bucky weren’t back at the compound, you were in different hotels. Using different names at hotel check-ins. It was routine. Being together for the night, just to feel something. You wanted to be in control and Bucky was more than happy to be controlled by you. You hadn’t realized how much you enjoyed it, having him this way. He could easily take control if he wanted to. But you had him at your mercy, and you were an addict for him.

You were never the sentimental type, but there was something about the way he looked right now for you tonight. Tied up and an absolute mess. You wanted to keep him like this forever. “You make me wanna take a picture of you, James.” You were completely naked for him now. His erection trapped in between your folds, you raked your nails up and down his arms and chest. You made sure to take your time with his metal arm. Made sure he knew that all of him deserved to feel good tonight. “All tied up and wrecked because of me.” Bucky rolled his hips forward to get some sort of friction from you. You held his hips down and tsked. “Be a good soldier now Barnes.” You could make a movie with him that you both would have to hide.

Bucky grunted and threw his head back in frustration. “The things you do to me, Doll.”

You kiss your way up to his neck, “Don’t get sentimental on me James.”

You’d been ignoring bucky all day. It was one of those days where everyone just kind of kept to themselves. You read a few books and paid no mind to Bucky when he walked in the room. You didn’t even look at him when you two were alone in the library. You could feel his eyes on you every second. You could feel how squirmy he was because of it. Even when he caught up with you on the elevator, you simply pulled out your phone and acted like it was the most interesting thing to you. It pained Bucky to not be able to reach out to you. It was torture not having you all over him, your hands pulling at his hair, grabbing his waist, and dragging him to your room. He almost went back to his room, but before he reached the doorknob he looked back at you one last time. He was surprised to see you staring back at him, then you entered your room without closing the door behind you. He took that as an invitation.

Once he closes the door behind him he grabs you and pins you against the door. “Look at me when we’re alone, please.” You knew it wouldn’t take much to get him going. You knew it was torture though. He kissed you like you could one day slip away. “I know, I know.”

You were glad that these walls were soundproof. The noises he was pulling out of you, the sounds he made in your ear. It was like a song you never got tired of hearing. The way he stretched you out, yet fit inside you so perfectly. This was all you needed. He was all you needed. If anybody saw you two this way, you don’t know what they would think. The Winter Soldier begging to come. Moaning out your name. You squeeze around him at the thought. “Fuck! If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last much longer.” You lean in closer to him and squeeze around him once more. “Promise?”

Bucky couldn’t get enough of you, he left hickeys anywhere his mouth could reach. “You leave a strong impression don’t you Barnes?” It might be more of an obsession.

“Anyone see you?” He layed you down softly on the bed.

“No, you?” There was a slight knot in your stomach. You didn’t understand it.

“No.” Bucky continued his assault on your breast.

They won’t see me in your arms, you thought.

You’re not sentimental but there’s something about the way he looks tonight. Desperate, aching, and all yours. You could feel bucky tense up beneath you so you decided to drag this out a little longer. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly. Taking his cock in and out of you torturously slow. “Please Doll.” You’ll never get tired of hearing him beg.

“Who do you belong to?” You started to slam into him and Bucky saw stars.

“I won’t repeat myself, James.” You squeezed his throat gently.

“You! I belong to you y/n! Fuck.” You were going to be the death of him.

“Good Soldier.”

Sometimes you thought about being with Bucky. What it would be like to not have to sneak around and just be with each other. You wondered if Bucky thought the same. You wanted everyone to know the people you two became when you’re alone together. Even make them jealous for a change.

‘What are you thinking about?” You layed in Bucky’s arms, not having the energy to go back to your room yet. If you were being honest with yourself, you enjoyed the feeling of being in Bucky’s arms. The coolness of his metal arm with the warmth of his body. You stayed silent for a while. Debating whether or not to tell him the truth.

“That I’m the only one who does it how you like.”

You climb off of him and ride his thigh instead. Bucky whimpers and stares at you. He could feel how wet you are. You lean down and leave hickeys on his hips roughly. Once you are satisfied you climb completely off him and leave him hard and bare. He takes in a deep breath and pulls against his restraints. It was torture, but you both loved it. Bucky shuts his eyes again. ‘Please.” It won’t take much to get him going. “I know, I know.”

You walk around to the foot of the bed, fully naked. You saw your masterpiece. He was a work of art to you. The way his chest rose, the redness in his cheeks. The trail of your lips splattered all across his body. You were obsessed.

Bucky can hear your soft footsteps. He doesn’t dare look, he knows he won’t last long if he does.

“Look at me a little more James.” It took everything in him not to come the moment he saw you. He could see the wetness dripping from your cunt. The small hickeys covering your body, the ones he left. You were worth waiting for. He was obsessed.

His heavy breathing could have you on the floor. You watched him look your body up and down like it was a piece of art. You didn’t have to say anything, Bucky knew what you wanted. He wanted it too.

“I’m yours.”

You weren’t sentimental, but tonight there was something about him.

“I’m yours.”

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looooooooomis · 3 years

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F I N A L G I R L | S E V E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t s e v e n | b l o o d

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!) lets just say this gif is a teaser as to what takes place in this chapter. major blood kink in this chapter. period play?? lmao sorry about it.

There was a shift after that weekend at Billy’s cabin, and you knew he felt it too.

It was never really that casual between you and Billy, that much you knew, but there was something that changed when the two of you got back to Woodsboro. There was something to be said about being able to openly show affection to the person you loved, to hold them and kiss them in public and you’d gotten that treatment in that little lakeside town. You felt like Billy’s actual girlfriend, not his plaything, not the bitch who was backstabbing her own best friend for a fucking boy, you were it.

And while Billy had always said that you were his girl, you hadn’t truly felt like you were until now.

Which was precisely what made tonight so fucking awkward.

Not only had you been coerced into going to the movies with the gang but, unbeknownst to you, Sid had taken it upon herself to fix you up on a blind date with one of Randy’s annoying friends from the video store.

Why had you agreed to this? You were a cold, calculating bitch behind the scenes when it came to fucking your best friend boyfriend and yet saying ‘no thanks, I’m not up for it tonight’ was beyond you? Were you just plain stupid or a closet masochist that thrived on dicey situations?

Either way, you’d never wanted to throw yourself into oncoming traffic more than you did tonight because not only were you trapped into an uncomfortable blind date with a guy you were fairly sure was frothing at the mouth at the idea of getting you alone in the car after all of this was said and done but you just so happened to be seated directly next to Billy.

You were smack dab in the middle of hell. Between a man you were fucking, a man you were disgustingly in love with and had just spent a weekend away with and a man you’d just met today but couldn’t stop playing handsy on your lap whenever he thought the others weren’t looking.

But Billy was always looking.

You knew that better than anyone. He had this innate sense of finding you in a crowded room. You could feel the weight of his brown eyes on you nearly every second of the day, soaking you up, taking every inch of you in, no matter who was around and tonight, as your ‘date’ smacked on his popcorn all the while feeling your thigh up any chance he could, Billy’s dept stare was tuned in and you knew it.

This had to have been karma. Karma for going away and having a beautiful weekend away with the guy you loved so wholly. The one whose girlfriend was on the other side of him with her pretty head on his stupid shoulder as you suffered in silence at just how fucking laughable this entire situation was.

“See that actress?” Your date, Anthony, whispered into your hear. He smelled like movie theatre butter. You wanted to scream. “Have you seen any of her other stuff?”

You were watching The Crucible and the actress in question was Winona Ryder. Everyone and their left nut had seen Winona Ryder in at least a dozen movies. Frowning, you blinked across at the man and blinked. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her work.”

Focusing ahead on the movie, you tried your damnedest to focus on what was going on but when you felt his slithery palm slide up your thigh, you were this close to pouring your Coke on his lap. Why the fuck had you agreed to this?

Pushing the man’s hand away as subtly as you could to avoid any unwanted attention from your friends, you bit down on the side of your mouth and heaved a quiet sigh. You deserved this. This was your punishment.

“She’s hot.” Your lovely date quipped, squeezing the area of your thigh just above your knee. “In that goth-girl next door kind of way.”

Was he getting off to Winona Ryder all the while coming on to you? Was he picturing Winona as he squeezed your thigh? You truly didn’t want to find out. Once again, you pushed his hand away and, this time, crossed your legs and leaned into the arm rest you were sharing with Billy.

The move was subtle, and you were barely even touching Billy but you needed to create a distance between yourself and Butter Fingers if it was the last thing you did.

With a subtle nudge to your arm, Billy’s eyes flickered towards you as his brows furrowed in question. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing in his cheek, that you could see even in the darkness of the movie theatre, and there was murder in his eyes as he sized up the man just over your shoulder. It was as though you could feel his blood pressure spike just looking at the guy and, as you held your breath, silently pleading with him not to make a scene that would undoubtedly give the two of you up, those brown eyes slowly found yours.

There was anger in his eyes, a palpable rage, but it was the look of pure despondency in his stare that made your own heart break. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be holding hands with Sid and you weren’t meant to be dealing with the idiot to your right.

How it felt up at the cabin, the freedom of loving each other and holding each other and kissing each other in broad daylight was how it was supposed to be. How love was supposed to feel.

Not this.

You were both hiding in plain sight. Putting on a façade to your friends, to each other whilst in public, and it was in that moment, in the middle of a crowded theatre, looking at each other knowing there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it, that you felt that pain so intensely that it was hard to breathe.

Tears burned behind your eyes and you hated yourself for it.

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry over a situation you were willingly putting yourself in. This entire thing could have been avoided had you had a stronger backbone here. You weren’t the victim in this scenario. That was Sid. Sid was the one completely getting fucked over in this situation, not you. You had no damn right to feel this shitty because you were doing it to yourself.

This was just the high of the weekend wearing off and reality settling in. Until circumstances changed, this was your norm.

Swallowing back your nerves, it was all you could do to give Billy a small, barely-there smile before focusing ahead on the movie.

“I’m going to grab us another Coke,” you heard Billy say to Sidney. “Anyone want anything?”

“More popcorn,” Stu waggled his empty bag. “Maybe some Milk Duds, man.”

“Candy.” Tatum mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the screen. “Surprise me, I don’t care what kind.”

Billy nodded and took Stu’s money before he gently nudged you. “You want anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off but Anthony. “You mind keeping it down, buddy?” He popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “We’re at the movies, not here for snacks.”

It was as though Billy’s wrath was physical as his dark eyes scraped over Anthony’s face. His mouth was pulled into a thin, hard line as Anthony’s pompousness sank in. Why couldn’t it be Randy beside you? Why had that dipshit agreed to take this asshole’s shift in order for you to go on a blind date with him? This entire fiasco could have been avoided had it been Randy.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” You slinked out of your seat. “I’ll help you carry everything back.”

You didn’t wait for Billy as you marched down the aisle but, as you walked down the stairs and out of the theatre, you weren’t at all surprised to see him broody and annoyed as he followed you out.

“If anyone should be looking like that, it’s me,” you groused, falling in to step beside him as you made your way to the snack bar. “I’m stuck on a date with that asshole.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” he grumbled, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. “I told Sid to leave well enough alone, but she insisted.”

You hummed and lined up at the concession. “Lucky me.”

Again, you felt his stare before you actually lulled your head to the side to face him. Intense, searching eyes sweeping over your features in both concern and possible envy. “One word,” he muttered, stepping closer towards you. Too close. Not because you didn’t want him that close but because you were in public. Sid and Tatum and Stu and fucking Anthony were a stone’s throw away. “One word from you, baby, and I’ll take you home. Fuck that guy.”

You glowered across at him as though he’d grown a second head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, shit for brains, we’re in public right now. Your girlfriend could walk out any second and see or hear you.”

He seemed to mull over your words for a second but didn’t bother moving away from you. “Maybe I don’t care.”

“You do,” you rhymed off, shuffling closer to the front of the snack bar.

He ignored that. “Also, you’re my girlfriend. Stop calling her that.”

This was not a conversation the two of you should have been having in the middle of a fucking movie theatre. Looking across at him, you raised your brows and blew out a puff of air through your lips. Trying to keep up with Billy’s rationale of staying with Sid to ensure he doesn’t hurt her any further after her mother’s death all the while being with you was giving you whiplash. You knew he loved you and, begrudgingly, you loved him right back. And, a part of you knew, that he was struggling with being back in the real world just as much as you were since coming home from the cabin.

But this was not how he should have been handling it. Not out in the open like this. Especially while you were on a triple date with your friends in a theatre down the hall.

“Billy,” you muttered quietly, ensuring no one was listening in, “please let’s talk about this later. Not here. Not now. Let’s just get the fucking concessions and go, okay?”

He licked his lips and you watched his brown eyes flitter down your face before briefly looking at your own lips. He wanted to kiss you and fuck, did you want to be kissed by him.

But that wasn’t the deal.

So, instead, you watched as he took a hesitant step away from you before nodding his head once. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes. “Tonight.”

“Sure,” you smirked, “I mean, if I’m not with Anthony, that is.” You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got as you uttered those words. But, when he saw the playfulness in your stare, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes as you continued. “The way he’s been mowing down on his popcorn all night has me wet as hell, so I might be busy with him later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. Then, he turned to you and gave you a crooked smile. One that almost made this horrific ordeal worth it. “You’re a real bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’ve been told.”

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True to his word, Billy slipped in through your unlocked window a little after midnight that evening with a bag of stale licorice and a drink he’d swiped from the gas station on the way over to your house.

“We didn’t get our movie date.” Was his explanation as he popped The Lost Boys into your VCR and all but hopped in bed beside you. When you’d remained standing by your dresser, eyeing him with both curiosity and sheer happiness radiating off of your face, all you got was a confused look out of Billy before he patted your mattress. “You going to get that ass over here or what?”

So, naturally, you’d joined him.

And it took all of thirty-two minutes of watching the film for the two of you to end up pawing at one another as the tension of the day slowly peeled off of you with every layer of clothing the two of you tore off one another.

In no time, you were both stark naked on your bed as The Lost Boys played on without an audience. All Billy cared about watching was you. Watching you writhe and moan. He could watch you do just about anything, but it was that dreamy look you got on your face whenever he touched you that he had imprinted into his skull. It didn’t even have to be sexual. You just had a certain look whenever the two of you connected, one that he felt but managed to keep stowed away inside of him, but one you expressed. It was happiness.

Pure, unadulterated, bliss.

He knew you. Knew your body in and out, knew how to get you to come undone, knew what made you tick, what made you squirm.

You were muscle memory to him, at this point.

He knew you better than he knew himself.

Which is why, when you subtly stopped him from slipping his fingers inside of you, that Billy’s focus went to your ass. The only time you pushed his hand away after he’d spent minutes sucking and biting and focusing on those perfect tits, was when you were on your period.

So, he didn’t push it.

The two of you had fucked a few times whilst you were on it but you were deadest on limiting that to the lighter days. The very beginning or the end. Never in the middle. But god, did he want to experience the middle days.

You were so fucking horny when you were on your period and why you thought he’d give a shit about how much blood came out of you as the two of you fucked was beyond him.

So, he’d focus on your ass. Something that drove you to the brink of insanity and something that made him harder than anything.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough.

He needed all of you.

Ever since the cabin, he’d needed more of you in his life. It had become nearly impossible for him to show any iota of affection for Sid now that he’d had a taste of what life felt like with you at his side. You were his Final Girl. His everything, if he was being completely honest. And, while he knew he couldn’t open himself up to you to that extent, not yet, he needed you to feel that raging darkness inside of him. Not too much of it, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

If you could handle a shred of it, maybe he could share more of himself with you.

The darker parts.

His hands stilled as they trailed down your body and, as he hovered over you, he bit his lip and slowly drew tiny circles into your hips. “You’re on your period, right?”

You nodded, your lips swollen from the amount of kissing having gone on since popping the movie in. “Yeah, but it’s not a light day.”

He nodded in understanding as he bit his lip. “You think we could try it, anyway?”

Your eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “By not a light day, I mean its kind of heavy, Billy. It’d look like a crime scene in here.”

Billy made sure to keep his face stoic, but the idea of the two of you fucking whilst covered in blood was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

“Aren’t you curious?” He asked, dipping his head down to lick your painfully hard nipple. “It’s got to feel so fucking good, right?”

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment when he began to suck your tit again. “It’s messy, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he released your nipple and kissed the sensitive flesh of your breast. “I like messy.”

Your head flopped back against the pillow as you thought over his request. I did feel good, but did you want Billy to have to witness you cleaning up a fucking homicide scene once he was through with you?

Blowing out a quiet raspberry, you eyed him with mock suspicion before he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “Ugh,” you groaned with a laugh, “fine. Let me take this fucking tampon out and I’ll grab a towel to put underneath me because it is heavy, and you will be grossed out.”

Billy’s cock twitched as he watched you roll out of bed before disappearing in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before you re-emerged with a towel in hand.

He could watch you parade around like that all day. Naked, eyes hooded from desire, nipples and lips red from where his mouth had staked its claim.

You were perfect.

A vision.

You were fucking everything.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while.” He admitted, watching you carefully roll the towel onto the bed before perching your ass directly on top of it so as to avoid any potential leakage onto your sheets.

“I wish I could say I was shocked.” You teased, laying back down. Spreading your legs, he watched you slip a finger through your folds to tease your clit.

He swallowed as he watched you finger yourself. But then your words sank in and a panic settled in his chest as he swept his eyes up your body to meet your amused stare. “What’s that mean?”

You shrugged so casually as you continued the tirade on your own pussy. “All the scary movies we watch and stuff. You get hard as a rock if there’s a scene with a pretty girl and some blood.”

Billy froze. This was only supposed to be a peek inside of his darkness, not a full-blown window. But you didn’t seem all too fazed by it either, which confused him endlessly.

Rather than deny it, Billy hesitantly reached for your cunt to replace your fingers with his own. He didn’t delve inside of your pussy just yet, just circled your clit the way you’d been doing seconds prior. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He whispered, placing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Nah,” you hummed, “we’ve all got our kinks, I guess.”

You released a quiet moan as he pinched your clit, but his eyes never left your face. He knew you were talking about blood in respect to the movies, but your casual tone still caught him off guard. There was no shame in it, no doubt. Just an honest to god shrug as he circled your clit with his middle finger.

Testing the waters, Billy slipped his fingers down your pussy so that his thumb coaxed your clit as he slipped two fingers inside of you. At first, it simply felt like you were soaked on account of all of the teasing and, maybe you were, but as he glanced down at the base of his fingers as he pulled them out of you, Billy nearly moaned.

Blood.

Your blood.

All over his fingers, pooling along the top of his palm.

Billy was fascinated. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt blood between his fingers, but not like this. When he’d killed Maureen Prescott, there was so much fucking blood that he’d been sick afterwards. He hadn’t expected that level of destruction but, after puking a few blocks away, he didn’t exactly shy away from it. He thought about it often, thought of the carnage that had surrounded him once he’d finished with Sidney’s mother, thought of the way the blood felt between his fingers, splayed and smattered across every inch of his body.

But this was euphoric.

Because he didn’t have to hurt anybody to feel that warmth on his palm. In fact, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside of your hot cunt, he was doing anything but. You were gyrating into his hand, unknowingly spreading your blood further and it was killing him. He was so fucking hard, too fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush a damned thing.

He’d thought about this far too often for it to be over so soon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping his hand out of your pussy just long enough to slowly spread your blood down your inner thigh. It left a fine red trail that he had every intention of lapping up in a few seconds if you were to allow it. “You feel so good, baby.”

He’d half expected you to make a comment about making a bigger mess than what your piddly little towel would allow but, as he slowly found your hooded eyes through the dim light of your bedroom, only hunger marred your pretty face.

Desire.

Intrigue.

Leaning in, Billy placed a small kiss to the apple of your cheek as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Does this feel good?”

“So good,” you rasped out, leaning your forehead against his as you bit your lip to swallow back a moan. Between your arousal and the blood, the natural lubrication that coated your pussy as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of you all the while rubbing your clit was killing you. “So fucking good, Billy.”

He smirked and quickened his pace on your clit just enough to drive you to madness as he bit down on your earlobe. His breath was hot against your cheek. “I want to taste you tonight.”

Though the promise of his tongue replacing his thumb enticed you, the fact that you were on day two and a half of your period was not a good plan. So why were you intrigued? A part of you wanted to see if he’d put his money where his mouth was but a much larger part of you wanted to see how feral Billy could get where you were concerned.

Torn, you pulled back and searched his eyes. “It’s going to be…messy, Billy.”

His dark chuckle was velvet against your skin. “I already told you,” he curled his fingers inside of you and admired the way your entire body twitched. “I like messy.”

He began to kiss his way down your body. You tried not to get lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling across every inch of your skin on his way down or the way his teeth nipped and bit at your stomach and hips as he positioned himself between your thighs. But mainly, you tried not to focus on how fucking bloody it was between your thighs because you knew that Billy wouldn’t be down there long on account of it.

“You don’t have to do this tonight, Billy,” you tried to reason, chest heaving in anticipation as he settled between your legs.

Something flashed across his face as he held your stare. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to back out and leave well enough alone, but then you watched as the bastard leaned into your pussy and raked his tongue from the base of your pussy right up to your bloodied mound.

He held your stare the entire time.

“I want you like this,” he assured you, yanking you further down the bed so that you were right at the edge. His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look down at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, you watched him pump his cock with his free hand as he licked his lips. “I love you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he buried his face between your thighs. You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second as he slowly lapped at your core. With the one hand still gripping your hips, holding you firmly against his tongue, you knew there would be bruises where his fingers carved into your flesh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was desperate to get you closer into his face and you were desperate to feel that perfect fucking tongue on your pussy.

It was as though he’d been possessed in those few moments. Billy couldn’t get enough of you on a good day but tasting you like this was enough to make Billy wild. Your pussy, the blood mixed with your slick, tasted so fucking good on his tongue. Burying his face further into your folds, he nuzzled at your clit and, now forgetting about his own pulsing cock, pulled you even closer.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Billy moaned into your pussy and bit down on your clit just enough to entice a moan that was probably a little too loud for your parents being home. But, he didn’t care. He refused to care in that instance.

All he wanted, all he cared about, was tasting as much of you as humanly possible before making you come on his tongue.

His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled. You were being rougher than normal, and he fucking loved it. You were pulling on his hair and bucking into his mouth with such hunger that he could barely breathe but fuck he didn’t care. If this was how he was taken out, so be it.

“Baby,” you whined, voice low. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Your grip on his hair was vice-like as the veins in your neck swelled. With wild, laboured breaths, you found yourself bucking into his mouth as a white-hot orgasm rippled through your entire body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless.

It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, that he pulled away and allowed you to collapse back onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your body, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

He could feel your blood all over his chin and nose and as he licked it off, using his fingers to swipe at the areas his tongue couldn’t quite reach, Billy was coasting on a high that only you could provide.

“Oh, god,” you buried your face into the pillow with a quiet laugh as you moved to get off the bed. “Hang on, I’ll grab you a towel for your face.”

“No,” Billy shook his head and grabbed for your wrist. “I want to see it.”

You blinked and scraped your eyes along his bloodied face. Your nipples were still rock hard and your cunt was still pulsing on account of his tongue, but it was the look of pure ecstasy on his face that made you clench.

He was being serious.

“Come with me,” he hummed, slipping off of the bed to head towards the small bathroom attached to your room. His fingers threaded through yours as you both walked across your bedroom before flicking the light on.

The vision that he was met with made his cock twitch.

Your blood coated almost everything from his nose down his chin and as you stood beside him, looking at him through the mirror, still fully naked and still housing bloody handprints left behind from his busy hands coating the lower half of your body, Billy had never wanted to bury himself inside of you any more than he did right then and there.

He found your curious stare through the mirror. Your pretty eyes swept over the mess of blood left behind on account of you and as you turned to face him, he found himself hypnotized as you reached out to sweep his hair back and away from his forehead.

“Blood suits you,” you teased with a small smile. “Horrifically enough.”

He said nothing as those brown eyes soaked you in but as he stepped into you, cornering you against the sink counter, the look on his face said everything. He didn’t kiss you though. He seemed to hesitate, as though gauging if you’d kiss him whilst covered in your own menstrual blood. “Is this okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted almost sheepishly.

He nuzzled your neck and slipped his knee between your thighs to allow himself better access to your pussy. With his hand wrapped securely around his cock, he slipped the head of his dick along your folds and swallowed hard as he watched your blood coat the head of it. “Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead fell against your own. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

You were watching his face as he once again slipped the head of his cock through your folds so it teased your clit. His eyes were so dark and there was so much desire in those warm eyes that it almost caught you off guard.

“You’re really into this,” you remarked quietly. When his eyes found yours, you could see blind panic cross over his face as he instinctually took a step away from you. You stopped him before he could think of stopping himself. “Hey,” you cooed, reaching out for his face. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, relax.”

You felt the tension in his shoulders disperse as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, cradling your face. “You know that?”

“Oh, yeah,” you goaded with a smile. “I know.”

He barked out a quiet laugh and ground his hips into yours. “A smartass, too.”

You hummed as his hands slid down your body to hold you against the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Billy nipped at your neck.

You leaned back to allow him full access to your neck. “How did I taste?” Your words seemed to make him still as he slowly pulled back to search your eyes. “With the blood. How did it taste?”

The look on Billy’s face was primal as his grip on your hips tightened. Leaning in, he nudged your nose so that your lips were perfectly aligned with his. “Kiss me and find out.”

You weren’t sure at first, but as he closed the distance between you, you found yourself leaning into the kiss both curious and slightly mortified by the taste of your blood on his lips. It was strange and you weren’t sure if you liked it at first, if you were being honest. It was coppery and a little sticky and yet as he walked the two of you out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, you found yourself hungry for more.

With your fingers tangled through his hair you gave it a tug, garnering a low growl that rumbled in his throat as he continued on with the bruising kiss. When the back of his knees hit your bed, the two of you fell into a jumbled mess on your mattress, never once breaking for air as your tongues battled for dominance.

Expertly, knowing the way your body moved better than anyone, Billy moved you in such a way that he was sitting up in the middle of your bed as you straddled his lap. And as you lowered yourself onto his pulsing cock, the gruff low moan that tore out of his lips was enough to kill you.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your bleeding cunt teased him beyond belief. You were so wet and with every twist of your hips and every gentle moan, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else besides just how fucking good you felt.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, blood slowly pooled in the wake of your crescent moon shaped nail markings. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your tits rather roughly as he tried to stop himself from coming right then and there.

But then you lowered your lips onto his shoulders and he felt your hot tongue trace over every last cut and he almost lost it. There you were, with dried blood all over your chin and parts of your cheeks from having kissed him after going down on you, licking the blood that gathered along his shoulders.

He was in a state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He pushed out, revelling in the feel of how warm and wet your pussy felt.

Rather than say a word, all you did was bite down on the reddened area of his shoulder as you quickened your pace on his dick.

Drawing more blood.

Licking up more of his blood.

Something in him snapped to life in that instance. An almost ancient need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. Your tits bounced as you writhed on top of him and as he began to meet you halfway with violent, earth shattering thrusts, the outside world ceased to exist.

The sound of his balls hitting your sopping pussy combined with the sound of your wetness, both slick and blood, squelching all around the two of you was all that surrounded you as you whined out his name. You could barely breathe as he pounded into you, barely function.

“Billy, fuck, I—”

His mouth buried your words with another hungry kiss. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you sat on your bed, fucking each other raw. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as his forehead fell against your own.

There was a shift after the cabin that you’d both felt inside of you, but there was a shift in the air tonight, as well. An unspoken trust, of sorts, that went beyond anything the two of you were prepared for.

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. A flood of warmth settled in your belly as he came and as his thumb continued to circle your clit, rubbing and pinching at it every step of the way, you soon followed suit.

With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there as he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along your shoulder before his eyes found yours once again.

His thumb skirted across the apple of your cheek. “You’re my girl,” he whispered, revelling in just how fucking gorgeous you looked in that instance. “You know that?”

“I do,” you affirmed, kissing him softly. “You’re helping me clean my fucking bedsheets in the morning,” you muttered, “do you know that?”

Despite everything, Billy found himself smiling across at you before glancing down at the bloody mess of your sheets. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I do.”

“Good,” you gently smacked his cheek and crawled off of your bed towards the bathroom.

“Where you going?” He asked, watching your naked body pad out of the room.

“Shower,” you merely said before popping your head around the corner. “Care to join me?”

Billy was at your side within the blink of an eye.

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seita · 3 years

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— miscommunication | m.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

wordcount: 4.860

genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

cw: camboy!mastukawa, established relationship.

tags: masturbation (m.), dirty talk, cam sex, daddy kink, pet names, praise kink, soft!mattsun, fingering, cock riding, big dicked mattsun, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of the word cunny.

note: repost from my other blog!

+ summary: your highschool sweetheart makes a lot of money as a camboy. however, when you start watching his streams, things he says instills insecurity within you.

The second you met Issei Matsukawa, you knew that you were going to fall completely, irrevocably in love with him. There was just something about him; he was sweet, kind, attentive, and strong – among other things.

Since you knew him in high school, word swirled around that when he was older he would be a dream man. They were right.

You have no idea how your little puppy dog crush managed to catch his attention, but you were happy about whatever you did.

When he graduated, he learned he could make money off of his body. He was tall, over 6 feet tall, and fit with a dominant personality and sweet voice that made you want to do anything he asked.

It started off with him simply selling nudes and short videos of him simply stroking his cock. You were both baffled by how much people paid for a 15 second clip of him jerking off – not even finishing.

He had sat you down one night and asked how you felt about everything. You would never tell him he couldn’t do something. Especially because it was his body. Besides, it’s not like it really bothered you.

It didn’t take him long to evolve, creating a camming account that quickly blew up due to his good looks and dominant charisma. The spare bedroom, which had previously been a simple study room, had been turned into a studio for him to film in.

He made good money, becoming one of the top creators on the platform. Things were going very well for a long time, you never really watched his streams either in real life or on the phone. His occupation wasn’t really something you ever thought too much about – he kept everything mostly to himself, never really talked to you about it or anything of the sort.

But one day, you got curious. As any normal girlfriend would.

You sat in your shared bed, the lights dimmed with your phone in your hands. As you tuned in to his stream, you were greeted with a familiar sight. The studio was exactly the same as always and your boyfriend was more than familiar – but it still felt so surreal. Like you were an outside looking in, despite the fact that he was just down the hall from you.

You had spent a little while procrastinating, debating on whether you really should watch it or not. Issei had never told you that you couldn’t watch. But he never really encouraged you to either. Truthfully, his career behind that door was sort of a mystery to you.

Due to your back and forth dilemma with yourself, the stream was already well in progress by the time you started watching.

His body was a familiar sight – but it was different seeing it from an outside perspective. Right now, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were a viewer.

His fingers, adorned in metal rings, were wrapped around his thick cock. It made your mouth go dry at the sight. His cock was so pretty, long and thick with a blushing red head that glistened under the ring lights from the dripping precum.

Your gaze fell to the comments, seeing people complimenting him – as could be expected. After all, these were people who were paying for the privilege of watching him stroke his cock.

‘Your cock is so big!’

‘I’d cry trying to take it but I’d still thank you.’

‘His hands look like my favorite necklace.’

A strange feeling settled in your chest as you read all these people’s thoughts on your boyfriend. They gushed about how perfect he was, how amazing his cock was, how much they’d die to be stuffed full by him.

He grinned and laughed, giving flirtatious comments in response to them.

“Yeah? You think you could take my cock?” he chuckles, breath shuddering as he squeezed his length, “I don’t think you could handle it.”

“Ah, I bet you’d be such a good little girl for me,” he whispers, eyes lidded, “You’d cry and take my cock like you’re supposed to, huh?”

As he says these dirty things, the tips continue to rise. The words are familiar as they fall from his lips because they’re things you’re used to hearing.

You’re not sure how to feel knowing he’s talking to these nobodies the same way he talks to you so you click out of the app before the feeling becomes too much. You place your phone down and sigh, feeling your heart ache in jealousy as you replay the recycled words you’d heard him say night after night to you.

You know it’s stupid to feel jealous; it’s his job. He talks that way so he can make money. But it still instills you with an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. It almost felt like everything he said and did to you wasn’t as special as you thought it was – because he just turned around to say the exact same things to faceless nobodies who paid him.

Issei is the only man you’d ever dated. He was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and he was the one to take your virginity. You’d never even held hands with anyone else.

But you know he had fucked around a lot before the two of you got together, when you were just a shy, pining little girl for him. Of course he had, there was no way a man like him wouldn’t have girls all over him, feral for the opportunity to sit down on his cock and make him fall in love with her. After all, he’d made a job out of it.

It was never something that made you insecure. Issei never did anything that made you question his feelings or loyalty to you. So jealousy and possessiveness wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with. And you weren’t quite fond of it, you were learning.

You wanted to storm into the studio and sit on his cock, make all of his viewers see that his cock was all yours and they only had the privilege of watching him — put them in their place.

You sat with the negative feelings for the entire night. He finished his stream and took a shower, helped you cook dinner, and you sat on the couch with him as you watched a couple movies together.

He didn’t notice anything different in your demeanor. You weren’t mad at him so you had no reason to be passive aggressive.

But when you crawled into bed that night and laid beside him, tucked against his body, you thought back to all those women who were probably touching themselves to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect cock and pretty words.

You frowned and tossed your leg over his waist. He looked up from his phone in surprise, a brow raised before he smiled.

“Can I help you with something, babygirl?” he placed his free hand on your bare thigh, stroking the skin gently.

“I wanna ride you,” you demand softly, making him laugh.

“Since when are you so bold?” he teases, locking his phone before tossing it to the side. You pout and push the band of his sweats down to pull his cock free. He reaches out and grabs your wrist with his eyes narrowed, “I think you know better than that, pretty girl. Is that how you ask Daddy for his cock?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze and lower your head, “N-No Daddy…I’m sorry…”

He smiled, “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you ask politely, hm?”

You swallow thickly and nod, “C-Can I ride your cock, Daddy?”

He licks his lips and relaxes against the pillows with a sigh, “Go ahead and get me hard then, pretty baby.”

It wasn’t a difficult task, just the fact you were so eager for him was enough to have him getting harder by the second. You eagerly spit on his length, using it so aide in the slick movements of your hand as you jerked him off.

“That’s a good girl, fuck,” he breathes, body trembling as he stroke him with practiced ease, “Lift up, sweet girl.”

You do as you’re told, sitting up on your knees, keeping your hand wrapped around his length. He bats your hand away and you pout, but he pays no mind as he instead decides to strip you. He pulls the thin nightshirt you were wearing, dropping it off the side of the bed before sitting up properly to eagerly wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

You whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair as he circles the bud with his tongue. He pulls away for a second, nipping your breast before breathing out, “Are you wet, babygirl?”

You nod, “Yes, please Daddy…I want your cock.”

He clicks his tongue, “You know better than that. Let me see your pretty cunt, hm?”

Your pout deepens but you do as you’re asked and sit between his thighs, pulling your panties off before handing them to him. He hums, thumbing the material to see how wet it is before tossing them away. He looks expectantly at you and you immediately let your legs fall apart.

“Let Daddy see,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around his cock as you reach between your legs to spread your folds apart.

A couple years ago, you would have never been able to do something so lewd. You always felt so embarrassed when he wanted to look at your pussy but you eventually learned how turned on it made him. You still felt shy but you enjoyed the way his cock throbbed when you let him look.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he whispers, grabbing your arms to tug you back into his lap properly, “Fuck, you are wet.”

Your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. It’s hot and throbbing against your clit, an addictive feeling that makes you grind against him. He groans, head falling back as you move along, coating him in your juices.

“Can I have your cock now Daddy, please?” you whine but he shakes his head, making you whine.

He pulls you against his chest and slips his hand between your legs, leaning up to press his lips against yours. His fingers circle your clit before prodding your little hole, slipping two inside easily. It stings but it’s a feeling you’ve learned to accept eagerly.

“Let Daddy stretch you out,” he whispers against your lips. You start grinding against his fingers, fucking yourself on the pretty digits as he curses, “Fuck, ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that.”

“Daddy…” you sob, head dropping against his shoulder as he curls his fingers, tapping your sweet spot. The stimulation makes you gush and you sob, clenching around him before you reach down to find your clit, “Y-You’re gonna make me cum…”

“I sure am, sweet girl,” he coos, choosing that moment to mercilessly fuck his fingers into your poor little cunt, abusing that tender little spot inside that has you creaming and dripping down his wrist.

A mantra of ‘daddy’ falls from your lips as you cum hard, trembling and sobbing against him as he fucks you through the high. He slows but doesn’t stop until you’re begging him to.

His hand is soaked in your cum and he can’t resist popping his two fingers in his mouth to taste. You suddenly remember the first time he ever did that, the way you squealed indignantly and hid your face in the pillow out of shame. He’d laughed and spent 20 minutes explaining how much he loved it and how he wanted to eat you out so bad now that he got a little taste of your sweet cum.

Before you could fully come down from your high, you reach beneath you and take his cock in your hand. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to stop you or scold you, but before he can, you’re sinking down onto his length. It burns as usual but the fiery pit of jealousy still burns bright and you want him to think of you too. You know it’s silly because there’s no way he’s thinking of faceless girls who comment on his streams but you still feel like you need to lay claim to him.

He’s your boyfriend.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as you immediately begin bouncing on his cock, “What has you so riled up?”

“You’re mine, right, Daddy?” you pant.

He grips your waist, aiding in your movements as you fuck him like a toy, “Fuck yeah baby. Daddy is all yours. My cock’s all yours.”

You grin at his admission, feeling satisfied. That was all you needed to hear.

He looks at you, having no idea what this behavior was all about. But he had no complaints in the end.

Despite the negative feeling watching his stream had caused you, you continued to watch them. The outcome is always the same; you wind up ending the night staking your claim and making him remind you that he is yours. And he remained more or less ignorant to your behavior.

The night things take a turn is when you tune in to find him in his usual position, fucking his cock into his fist. He’s panting, more of a growl than anything, and muttering things you’d never quite heard before.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he watched the comments, “I don’t give a shit about a good girl. I want a bratty little girl I can let some steam off on, put her back in her place.”

He grins as the comments fly by, viewers pleading to be that girl for him. Telling him they’d be perfect for him, the best sub he could ever dream of.

“I don’t think you could handle it,” he threatens with a narrowed gaze, “You’d let me slap you around? Let me treat you like filthy little whore? How pathetic.”

You gasp at the harsh, degrading words. Issei had never spoken like that before, it was strange to hear it. You find yourself being thankful you weren’t on the receiving end of that language because you were sure you’d probably end up crying.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “I’m sure you’d be such a pretty little brat for me.”

You sit back, his words fluttering around inside your head.

What did he mean he had steam to blow off? Why would he be unsatisfied? Is it because you were too…easy? You never fought him, he always whispered praise and sweet words to you. He’d never called you a name like that before. Is that what he wanted? To call you a dirty slut instead of his sweet girl?

Insecurity festered within you. In fact, you barely even noticed the fact you’d started pulling away. You didn’t consciously realize you were questioning yourself – doubting his attraction to you.

He was at a loss, baffled by your seemingly sudden rejection of him. It was almost as if you kept shying away from him when he tried to touch you – you had never denied him like that. You avoided his gaze in bed, choosing to cling to the bed sheets instead of burying yourself in his chest like you usually do.

Things progressively began to feel more awkward for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too, but he started feeling more apprehensive about touching you because he thought you didn’t want him to.

When he stopped trying anything with you, you started to feel even worse. Every insecurity you felt festered more and more until you felt like you were holding back tears just by looking at him. You were convinced, especially now that he crawled into bed with his back to you instead of peppering your face with kisses and slipping his hand down your panties so he could make you cum before bed, that you were no longer what he wanted.

Another night, you were sat curled up in bed. Issei hadn’t even told you he was going to start streaming – the only clue you had was the solid click of the studio door.

So you sat there, curled up in bed, leaning against the headboard with your phone in your hand as you watched him grin at the camera. He read the comments, slowly palming himself over his sweats �� one of your favorite pairs that you’d seen him wear.

“I seem tense?” he mused, reading a comment, “I guess so. My cock’s been hard for days,” he tosses his head back and laughs but you can tell it’s not as genuine as it could be.

Guilt eats at you, knowing that you were the reason he was so tense – he wasn’t coming to you to get off anymore.

“Hmm,” he sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You track the way his tongue slips over his bottom lip and his cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of his pants, making him grunt, “No, I don’t have anyone to take care of my cock,” his words make you shrink in on yourself, tears pricking at your eyes, “Oh, you wanna take care of it, huh? Come here then.”

Something about his words has you jumping to your feet.

The only time you’d ever stepped foot in his studio beyond to clean it every once in a while. Otherwise, it was completely his space that he took care of. So to stand in front of the door, located at the very end of the hall, was strange. Especially since you could hear his muffled voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and push the door open. Issei jumps from where he’s on the bed, leans forward and hits a button on the keyboard to mute himself before looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” his tone was almost curt and for a moment you second guess yourself. He watches you shift awkwardly on your feet and his gaze immediately softens, “Baby, what is it?”

The pet name makes you look up, tears stinging your eyes at the tender look in his eyes. His gaze flashes to the computer for a second before moving back to you.

“I just…” you pause, tugging awkwardly at your oversized t-shirt before blinking your tears away, “Am I…still what you want?”

He blinks, confused for a second before cocking his head. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you can tell the exact moment he realizes what you mean. Clicking his tongue, he holds his hand out, “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like this? Because you thought I didn’t like you anymore?”

You look in confusion at his outstretched hand and take a step forward, “I-I thought…maybe you felt I was too easy a-and you wanted someone brattier.”

He laughs, a genuine one, and you can see his eyes light up when you finally place your hand in his. In the blink of an eye, he’s tugged you into his lap, making you squeal before he’s silencing you with a kiss.

“I think I would go insane with a brat,” he chuckles, “Besides, I love you exactly how you are, my sweet girl, hm?”

You shift where you sit, feeling his cock is still hard beneath you and you bite your lip, “I really missed you.”

“God, I thought you’d never say that,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “Let me just turn the stream off and I’ll make everything up to you, hm?”

You stop him before he can, however, shaking your head, “I…”

He notices the bashful look in your eyes and groans, “Is that how it is, baby? You want everyone to see who owns my cock?”

You eagerly nod and he hisses as you grind your hips against his cock. He leans around you and taps the button again, unmuting himself.

Neither of you waits even a second longer. He holds your hips up, letting you pull his cock free from the confines of his pants as he yanks your shirt over your head, laughing at the way it messes up your hair.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he coos, cupping your breasts, “Prettiest fuckin’ tits, huh, baby?”

You whimper, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving him a few squeezes to make him shudder. You can feel his precum drooling from the head, leaking down to meet your fist so you can stroke it into his skin.

“You’re so hard, Daddy,” you breathe, making him groan as he nods his head, “‘M sorry…”

“Don’t worry at all, pretty baby,” he huffs, thumbing at your nipples as he looks down to watch how you stroke him.

“Can I have your cock, Daddy?” you ask, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He nods, unable to formulate words. It feels like it had been months since he had last properly felt your slick little cunt around his fat cock. His eyes are lidded, biting his lip as he watches you sit up to slip your panties aside. Neither of you think twice about even looking at the chat to read comments.

Right now, this is about the two of you – about showing everyone that Issei does have someone there to take care of his cock every night. Someone who he adores. And anyone with eyes can see how enamored he is with you.

As you position yourself above his cock, he narrows his eyes at you and with a firm grip to your waist, tosses you onto the bed beside him.

“Daddy!” you squeal, bouncing on the mattress, “Why–”

“You know better than that, babygirl,” he huffs, manhandling you with ease into the position he wants, “Silly of you to think I’d let you take me without prep, hm?”

You purse your lips in a pout but don’t offer a rebuttal, making him laugh as he knows he won. He spreads your legs and knees between them, making a show of stripping himself. As you look to the side, you can see that the two of you are in perfect view of the camera.

You had thought you were going to feel self-conscious with so many people watching you but instead, you feel confident.

Once the both of you are completely bare, he shifts down the bed before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. His large hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them upwards, reveling your glistening little cunt to his view.

“Fuck,” he huffs, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “I missed this perfect little cunny, you have no idea. So fuckin’ pretty for me.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his curls. The gaze he gives you let you know exactly what he wants and you flush as you whisper, “Please eat my cunt.”

“That’s my good girl,” he sighs, leaning forward to run his tongue between your folds – collecting your slick on his tongue with a groan before swallowing, “So fuckin’ sweet.”

Once he gets that first taste, he wastes no time on going in. His tongue prods at your entrance, making you sigh at the little stretch that it gives before he leans up and finds your clit. His tongue is hot and wet against the sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the sensation. When his thumb finds your clit, he pulls the hood back and before you can even blink, his tongue is attacking the sensitive little bud beneath.

You squeal and instinctively kick out, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. He laughs, wrapping his lips around your clit and you sob at the feeling.

“D-Daddy, please!” you whine, “I-It’s too much!”

He hums and finally pulls back, returning his tongue to your little hole. His hand abandons its hold around your thigh in favor of finding your entrance. You hold your breath, looking down to watch as he sinks two fingers in – biting his lip as he keeps his own gaze on the way your little cunt swallows them down.

You spasm where you lay, the feeling of him just barely missing your g-spot nearly painful. You know he’s not doing this to make you feel good but you still can’t help but whine.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers, giving your hard little clit a sweet kiss before his eyes flick up to find yours. “You want Daddy to make you cum before you take my cock?”

You desperately nod, “Yes, please Daddy?”

“Fuck, anything for you, my sweet girl,” he doesn’t waste a second in wrapping his lips around your clit, crooking his fingers expertly to find your sweet spot,

The way Issei can drive you to the edge, to orgasm, is almost terrifying. It takes very little for you to feel your body tensing up. The lewd, slick sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt along with the way you can see his tongue working over the cute little bud of your clit has you flying over.

Your back arches in the most beautiful way that he loves as you cum with a soft whine of ‘daddy’.

When you finally start pushing him away, he comes up panting. Catching any of your stray slick off of his chin before licking the pad of his thumb clean.

“Pl-Please, Daddy,” you whine, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C-Can you put it in now?”

“Fuck,” he groans, letting you direct his cockhead to your entrance, which was still spasming in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Yeah, pretty baby, ‘s all yours.”

“All mine?” you giggle, gasping as he begins to press into your tender cunt.

“My cock’s all yours, fuck,” he groans, making sure the viewers can catch what he says.

It makes you flush and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The change in closeness makes his cock sink even deeper inside you and you moan in his ear as he quickly bottoms out.

Usually, he takes his time and lets you adjust. But this time, both of you are so needy for each other that you can’t resist grinding your hips up to rock yourself against his cock. He hisses, taking the hint quickly and easily.

He pulls his hips back only to swiftly roll them forward again, sheathing his cock back into your spasming little cunt. His eyes are locked on his cock and the way your pussy swallows him over and over again – he can’t sink all the way in but you take most of him and he loves the sight of it.

Your precious little cunt creams so beautifully around him, coating him in translucent, milky white every time he pulls out. You’re moaning and whimpering for him so beautifully that it makes his hips falter every once in a while.

“Daddy!” you squeal, finally releasing your hold around his neck, “Please, make me cum again!”

“Yeah, baby? You need Daddy to make this pretty pussy cum?” he huffs, moaning when you nod and eagerly spread yourself open for him by hooking your arms around your knees and pulling them back.

He rests his hand on your pelvic bone, stretching his thumb down to circle at your twitching, excited little clit as he continues to stuff your cunt nice and full. You claw and cling to the sheets desperately and he can’t help but cup your bouncing breasts with his free hand.

“C’mon, pretty baby, cum for me,” he huffs, licking his lips as you gush around his cock, “Lemme feel this pretty cunny cum.”

You sob for him, back arching as you cling to his arm as he continues to grope and tease your tit. He feels your pussy clench desperately around him as you finally cum.

“That’s a good girl!” he praises, “That’s it, just like that. Keep cummin’ for me, I’m almost there.”

“Please, Daddy, gimme your cum!” you cry, your nails biting into his skin but neither of you notice as he reaches his high as well.

His balls throb and he groans, his body slumping over yours as he gives a few more, lazy thrusts of his hips as he spilled his cum into your vulnerable cunt.

The both of you finally fall still, panting and sharing soft kisses as he smiles and whispers promises of love. The sound of donation chimes on his computer finally draws you out of it and he sits up, pulling out of you.

He bites his lip, his cock twitching at the sight of your cunt drooling a mixture of yours and his cum before he moves to the end of the bed.

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the comments or donation total before turning the stream off. When it’s officially just the two of you, he crawls closer to you and pulls you into his arms with a side, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You know that you’re going to have to talk more about everything, but you both know that can wait at least until morning.

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