#Computer cleanup

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[kirk-goes-to-gallifrey]

I miss CDs

[blood-loving-leech]

not gonna lie if my teacher could change the 10/100 to 100/100 sooner than later so my grade goes back to how it’s supposed to be that would be great

[honeybeelec]

I'm starting wayyyyy too many WIP's right now, I need to like pick one I've already started and just finish it but what if I have a new idea for a project every day, then what??????

[vonlipvig]

photoshop scratch disk error has been kicking my ass for months but i think i finally figured how to make it so it uses my external hard drive instead. not ideal cause don't have enough usb ports for my tablet, the drive, and the mouse, but it's Something. potential Yay moment.

[guest0666]

Sorry for another question, but actually, why are they called the cleanup crew? What are they cleaning lol ?

(image text: ima be real- idk)

SO generally from what I'm getting, bc i wasn't a starting member of the actual larp- It was picked bc it was funny and everyone sat around to like uh!!!! kinda pick thru name ideas.

Which honestly I like the name personally! But on why the name was picked? outta my cold hands.

[kevirite]

Disk Cleanup નો ઉપયોગ કરી Temporary Files કેવી રીતે દૂર કરવી?

https://youtu.be/juVRYqa70iM Disk Cleanup નો ઉપયોગ કરી Temporary Files કેવી રીતે દૂર કરવી? 💻 "નમસ્કાર મિત્રો! જો તમારું પીસી ધીમું થઈ ગયું છે અને સ્પેસ પણ ભરાઈ ગયું છે, તો તમારે Disk Cleanup નો ઉપયોગ કરવો જોઈએ. Disk Cleanup એ Windows માંથી Temporary Files, Cache, અને System Files દૂર કરવા માટે એક શ્રેષ્ઠ ટૂલ છે, જેનાથી તમારું પીસી ઝડપી બની શકે. આ બ્લોગમાં આપણે સાવ સરળ સ્ટ��પ્સ થી Temporary Files દૂર કરવાનું શીખીશું. તો ચાલો શરુ કરીએ!" 🧹 Step 1: Disk Cleanup ખોલો "સૌપ્રથમ, Windows Key દબાવો અને ‘Disk Cleanup’ લખીને એન્ટર કરો. અથવા, Start Menu માંથી Disk Cleanup શોધીને ઓપન કરો. તમે જોઈ શકશો કે એક નવું વિન્ડો ખુલશે, જ્યાં તમારે ડ્રાઇવ સિલેક્ટ કરવી પડશે." 🗂️ Step 2: Drive પસંદ કરો "હવે C: Drive અથવા જે પણ ડ્રાઇવ તમારે ક્લીન કરવી હોય તે પસંદ કરો. પછી OK દબાવો. Disk Cleanup થોડીવાર માટે ડ્રાઇવની સ્કેનિંગ કરશે અને જે ફાઇલ્સ તમે દૂર કરી શકો તે લિસ્ટ બતાવશે." 🗑️ Step 3: Temporary Files ને સિલેક્ટ કરો "હવે લિસ્ટમાંથી Temporary Files સિલેક્ટ કરો. તમે Recycle Bin, System Files, અને Thumbnails પણ સિલેક્ટ કરી શકો છો, જો તમારે વધુ સ્પેસ ખાલી કરવી હોય. એકવાર ફાઇલ્સ સિલેક્ટ થઈ જાય પછી, OK દબાવો અને Delete Files પર ક્લિક કરો. આ પ્રક્રિયા થોડીવારમાં તમારી Temporary Files દૂર કરી દેશે." ⚡ ફાયદા: ✅ PC ની ગતિમાં વધારો ✅ વધુ સ્ટોરેજ જગ્યા ખાલી ✅ સિસ્ટમ પર ઓછું લોડ 📢 ચેનલને Subscribe કરો: "મિત્રો, જો તમારે આવીજ Tech Tips, PC Optimization અને Cyber Security વિષયક માહિતી મેળવવી હોય, તો મારી YouTube ચેનલને Subscribe કરવાનું ના ભૂલતા! 🔔 Bell Icon દબાવી દો જેથી તમને તમામ નવા વિડિયોની જાણકારી સમયસર મળે. આભાર! 😊" Read the full article

[nekomamiiz]

i want to share my side blogs but there’s still some theme stuff i gotta figure out so stay tuned…

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

daylight savings time

[rainbowpaisley]

ah... well... oops

Dumped a shiitake amount of water on my computer. It's been off for about 3 hours, and will be off for another 21, so hopefully nothing is mucked.

I'm actually very clumsy, I just hide it well by making myself take damage instead of my wonderful things.

The water spill ended up hittinf my desktop computer and my drawing tablet. Sigh.

[cappitek]

I'm getting file cleanup done in short bursts and y'all I'm so glad I found my old 2012 art folder!! It's full to the brim with cringe fanart and I love it dearly!!!

[sapsydnie]

IDK if anyone is interested! but here is some insights into my process making these kind of realistic animations. Sculpting process. Luckily i already had a basic rigged figure with vampire hands (it was Armands) so i just swapped out a Lestat and Louis head I had previously made. I've made a number of animations of porcelain music boxes so i have a decent pipeline. I model all the clothing pieces separately and then remesh all of the pieces together. I generally will keep the hands and head separate to make texturing easier. Blender has a decent remesh modifier but has often caused my computer to crash if it doesn't like the geometry; getting a clean remesh also is a bit of a trail and error and generally requires cleanup. After i remesh all the pieces, I export them to a program called Instant Meshes - this is another remesh program that is better at retaining fidelity but lowers the poly count of the object. I like to keep the poly count at a reasonable level to make uving easier. Worrying about clean topology here however is not as important since these will be static.

After uving i export to Quixel Mixer, which is a free texture program from Epic Games. Its been beta for years, which is a shame because it has potential to be a great program. It can be buggy but the results are pretty good and it has many preset smart materials that i often just tweak a bit to get the desired look. Here are some of the references i was looking at for texture! I noticed the costume designer put Lestat in mostly gold accents and Louis in silver accents, so decided to do the same.

thanks for reading and for the support on the animation! It was fun to make!

[theinsideofablackhole]

(More) Rain World Pearl Writings

Now with some hit-or-miss doodles I made to visualize the pearls. They might be incredibly compressed idk...

Bicker

Interesting… It is a debate forum on the punitive ruling of a homicide. To thrust an enlightened individual across the cycle was considered abominable.

However, the presiding Just Order decided that the perpetrator embodied “The Remorsive Luminance Within”, and recommended her for temporary exile to a temple.

The discourse over the sentencing is… vulgar, to say the least. Many of my citizens did little else but talk, and thus the political landscape mutated into a frenzy of dozens of quarreling factions.

Most systems were commanded by the dynastic Concepts, so the remaining scraps of governance were subject to vicious competition by these factions. Power changed hands constantly.

The perpetrator was lucky. Had it been any other cycle, the ruling Order would throw her in a sensory deprivation tank or wipe her memory. Or perhaps she would be declared unsalvageable and turned into fodder for ritual combat.

It’s a bit baffling that they rarely just transcended their criminals in a Void Fluid bath instead. Probably because it would defeat the point of their bickering…

Mast

Oh? This contains a very old intellectual offering to the 52nd Great Mind, or the Aetherial Mast west of here. It consists of a very flattering, complex riddle.

Since you’ve been to Five Pebbles, I imagine that you’ve seen those grand towers piercing into the sky. They once formed a communication network between iterators, but a few of them - such as this particular one - are actually older than iterators like me.

After the Void Fluid Revolution, people quickly discovered that if any construct got complex enough, it would gain sapience.

So they threw as much computational power as they could into these towers, and waited. They expected the Aetherial Masts to quickly discover a method to implode the cosmos into the earth, achieving global transcension.

It inevitably failed. The 52nd Great Mind was later connected to a larger, more deliberate construct, and underwent apotheosis to become Looks to the Moon. Which is me!

The first of us iterators were reborn from these Great Minds. Afterward, most Masts were created with an iterator already in control.

Thank you, little creature, for this memento from my distant past.

Brain Tree

It's a treatise on memorykeeping. There’s a crypt nearby here, under Five Pebbles - piles and piles of cabinets, holding the legacies of my departed creators.

Through a complex bombardment procedure, the storage components of a person's mind would grow a twin lump, which contained cherished memories. The "memory fruit" was then removed and placed in a cabinet.

When the crypts began to acquire a hefty pile of cabinets, my creators discovered that all the fruits had united via a network of roots. The formation bulged outward endlessly, breaking into a factory far, far away. The cleanup effort was monumental.

Now, a microbe system continually expels the fruits' boundless energy, and kills them if the defenses fail to keep the fruits from getting too large.

Rare as they are, mass fractal neural emissions are a worrying phenomenon. Please keep your distance if you see a fruit that has grown into a tree.

Don't touch it - I don't know what might happen to you.

[pynkgothicka]

Hey!

I love ur blog and ur writing they

Soo good can I request a yandere husband taehyung x reader where it's the typical wife worship husband kind lf thing also can u pls make him really dark too with a non-con

Sorry if it's too much

Love ya

Ｍｉｌｌｉｏｎ Ｄｏｌｌａｒ Ｍａｎ ＫＴＨ

Pairing - Dark! Husband! Kim Taehyung x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - None!

Word Count - Around 1.8k

Tags and Warnings - Domestic Violence, Non-Con, Breeding Kink, Mentions of blood, forest sex scene, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Allusions to kidnapping

Authors Note - Late Valetines Day story! This is my last req!! Sooo some more personal inspiered stuff coming soon! Also please let me know if you guys like the longer more descriptive fics.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He was your world, your everything.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Soon, you found yourself having to repeat these thoughts, constantly reminding yourself of them, almost blinding yourself to the harsh reality of just how miserable you had become.

You cut potatoes, sprinkling herbal seasoning on top. You put them in a pan and cover them with virgin olive oil. Placing the pan in the oven, you set a timer.

The beep reminded you of the constant threats and warnings he provided. He required dinner to be prepared by the time he returned home from work every day. Especially today, Valentine's Day. The day you are supposed to be the most appreciative of what Kim Taehyung has given you.

During your cleanup, you suddenly felt a pair of hands encircle your waist, and a broad nose press against your neck. You instinctively leaned into the touch, fully aware of who it was. "Hello, my love," he murmured, his warm breath gently caressing your neck.

"Hello, how was your day at work?" You inquire, speaking softly with a touch of sweetness. He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter. "Did you have a tough day?”

Taehyung uttered dismissively, "They were just bothering me, honestly. All I wanted was to be back home with you." He says, planting a kiss on your neck once more. You could feel his cock harden against the curve of your back. You shivered noticeably. His black hair brushed against your neck. "Are you cold baby?”

You glance downwards and shake your head. "No... Your hair just tickled me a little bit.”

Taehyung nodded to himself as he responded, "I brought you some beautiful roses and your favorite chocolates." He lamented slightly, his hips pressing against your back. You stayed quiet. "What do you say?”

“Thank you… I-I’m making dinner… I’m sorry I couldn't get you anything more.” You apologized. But you both knew the reason why.

You had no access to your funds.

No access to a vehicle to leave.

No knowledge of where you lived.

Not even the luxury of owning a phone or the login to any of the house's computers.

Yet Taehyung cooed. “It's okay, I know you love me. I don't need all that stuff.”

Shit. Not even light gaslighting could make him feel sorry and give you more privileges. You nod in agreement as he speaks. “I’m going to get cleaned up for dinner. Don’t wait on cleaning, you know I hate having a dirty kitchen.” Taehyung walks away, gesturing towards the mess on the kitchen counter.

“It’ll get cleaned. I promise.”

💲

After dinner, you prepared to go to bed. You'd expected Taehyung to be asleep by now, but he was up. Book in hand he lay in bed, his nightwear glasses making him look as sophisticated as ever. You gulped, walking towards the bed and crawling in. Crawling into bed next to him, you asked, “Aren't you sleepy yet?”

“No, I can't calm my mind," he stated abruptly. You could tell he was upset at something. It was something you had to pick up on, being with him. He was too emotional, his mood swings frightening you at times. “Where is my laptop?”

Of course that's what it was.

Desperation drove you to try and access Taehyung's laptop. He had left it unattended and you saw it as a chance to try and discover your location. The day you married Taehyung, he had swept you off your feet and whisked you away to an unknown place, leaving you with no knowledge of where you were or how to escape.

The house was nestled in a dense forest, surrounded by trees as far as the eye could see. Sometimes, you would gaze out the window, searching for signs of life in the distance. But all you ever saw was the endless expanse of darkness, an eerie stillness that only made you fear Taehyung more.

The computer taunts you with every failed login attempt, each one feeling like a slap in the face. Frustration and desperation build as you frantically try every password you can think of until finally, with a loud beep, the screen displays "Access Denied." Fury bubbles up inside of you as you realize you've been locked out. Trembling with anger, you snatch the computer and hide it away, unable to face another rejection from this merciless machine.

The silence between you two is deafening.

He flips a page in the book he was reading, seemingly calm but you know better. You can feel his eyes boring into you

"Why are you so quiet?" he questioned, flipping a page in his book. "I know you did something - you turned off the cameras. I received a notification on my phone.”

Quietly, you mustered up the courage to reply. “I-I wanted to…”

"What did you want? To abandon me? On Valentine's Day? After everything I've done for you? After everything I've sacrificed for you?" Taehyung bombarded you with questions, and you couldn't make sense of them. He slammed his book shut and got right in your face. His hands aggressively pulled at the bottom of your nightgown, as if trying to search you for something. You let out a gasp and fought back by kicking at him.

Then you got him. Your foot connecting with his face.

Taehyung jerked back, sitting up abruptly. A metallic taste floods his mouth as he runs his tongue over his now split and bleeding upper lip. “Won't you look at that…”

“T-Tae… I-I’m sorry. Please, I didn't mean it. I-I can pa-” But before you could finish, his hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your words and squeezing tightly. The impact of your head hitting the wooden headboard sends a jolt of pain through your skull, but it's nothing compared to the fear that grips you as one of his hands grips your throat, his face twisted in a violent rage. Taehyung's grip tightened as he knelt over you, both hands now grasping at your neck.

“What was that for huh? I thought I broke you in… but obviously I didn't do a good enough job huh?” With each point he wanted to get across, he lifted your head and slammed it into the bed. You tried to fight him off, desperately scratching at his arm with your anxiously bitten nails. With each brutal blow, your vision became spotty and distorted until you spotted the vase of roses nearby. The ones he had just brought for you. Without hesitation, you grabbed it and brought it down upon his skull, shattering the delicate glass and sending shards and water flying.

You had only a few seconds to get away.

Your feet thudded against the soft carpet as you sprinted out of the bedroom. Gasping for air, you knew there was no time to stop and catch your breath. Every second counted as you tried to make up for what had been lost.

Racing to the living room, you shoved your feet into house slippers and tore out of the door, darting into the dense woods that surrounded the home. Branches whipped and sliced at you, as you climbed over fallen debris. The idea of stopping flashed through your mind, but you knew you had to follow through.

Trying to see through the minimal amount of light was nearly impossible. The darkness consumed the woods, with only the moon's glow and the trees creating harsh shapes on the forest floor. "Baby! Where did you go? I'm sorry!”

His voice. It was too close, sending a chill down your spine. You quickly ducked behind a towering tree, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to steady your ragged breaths. One hand clamped over your mouth to stifle any noise, the other clenched into a tight fist. "Fuck," Taehyung's voice taunts, followed by the sound of his footsteps approaching. "You got me good, but don't worry. But I can be better okay? We can drop this entire thing and go back to bed…” Taehyung's voice was next to you.

But you aren't falling for that. He wanted you to feel bad. Taehyung's predatory steps echo behind you, coming closer and closer until a vice-like grip seizes your hair, yanking you down to the ground. “I thought we talked about this? This running away shit,” he spat.

"Tae, please, let's just go home... I'm sorry! I promise I won't run again, just please-" Your pleas fall on deaf ears as Taehyung circles around you, his imposing figure casting a looming shadow, pinning you to the dirt and making you feel utterly helpless, the dirt making you feel grimy. You could hear him pull down his pajama pants and you began to cry out. As you struggle to break free, Taehyung's grip tightens and he slams your shoulder back into the ground with a sickening thud. Tears stream down your face as you realize there is no escape from this nightmare.

His hand went to his mouth as he sucked on his middle and index finger. With his other hand, he roughly yanked up your gown until it tore at the seams. You screamed and cried, squeezing your eyes shut in desperate prayer, hoping against hope that this was all just a twisted nightmare inflicted by cruel and malevolent gods.

A shrill cry escapes your lips as your husband rips off your panties and plunges his fingers inside you. They skillfully find your sweet spot, causing you to moan in pleasure. “Already creaming around my fingers, fuck, that's so sexy,” he growls, a mix of desire and dominance in his voice. His head lowers to kiss you messily, leaving a trail of spit on your frightened face. His tongue invades your mouth, despite your attempts to protest.

With the sudden absence of his fingers came the sudden intrusion of his length.

The force of Taehyung's thrusts feels like a battering ram, relentlessly pummeling into you until your body is split in two. Your gasps turn into desperate cries of shock and agony as he continues to ravage you, his lips locked onto yours in a twisted display of affection.

It all left you gasping for air.

Your screams of agony were muffled by Taehyung's unrelenting kisses as he pounded into you mercilessly. You claw and beg for him to stop, tears mingling with the dirt beneath you as he continues to take what he wants from your menatlly broken body.

He persisted, driven by his ultimate goal to finish inside you. His desire was to take control of you, impregnate you with his child.

As you rolled your eyes back in pure ecstasy, Taehyung's cock became coated in slick, sticky cum. The sight only heightened his own arousal and soon he was filling you to the brim with his hot release. Taehyung had a dazed yet blissful look on his face as he gazed at you.

“Don’t turn off those cameras again.”

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[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass 8 pt 3

masterpost

“I have a high degree of confidence that the tools are collected from this neighborhood. I have compiled a list of buildings where a workshop might conceivably operate.”

Cass nodded, engaging the locks on her batcycle. Damibat started pulling up the cover and handed it to her to snap into place. “Thank you,” she said, belated. Cass ran her tongue over the backside of her teeth. “Engineering power?”

“No conspicuous consumption,” Damibat reported. Professional for sure. “In light of the unknown power source for the tools themself, my leading theory is that the mechanic uses this unknown material for their workshop.”

She nodded. Made sense. Fit together, puzzle pieces that click together. The hunters both clicked through the belt mechanisms for grapples and then they soared together. Air blew into Black Bat’s face, buffeting her into an embrace. They cut through the air silently, Black Bat a second behind the case lead, Robin. 

His leads were:

Former car shop. Abandoned 4 months.

Basement floor of apartment building owned by mob affiliate.

Store front, shut down after cashier-owner murdered, gun crime.

In the right neighborhood, Black Bat started to feel a certainty. This was the right place. The mechanic was here. Something in her heart told her. It thudded, warm and reassuring, a reminder that she was breathing oxygen and pumping blood. Everything was well. Nothing was ghostly.

One by one, the Bats Black and Small crept in through windows and around blocks, looking for clues. 

Former car shop: Genuinely deserted! Black Bat felt proud of Gotham. It was nice that no one was creeping and crawling. Well. She was creeping and Robin was crawling, but that was different.

Basement floor: occupied, by many rats and still water. Biohazard. Black Bat put her breathing filter on and resigned herself to writing a report and request for cleanup. Very dangerous. Possible Legionnaire’s disease and others. Yuck.

Store front: Gotham fail. In use as a marijuana growing facility. Big sigh.  Do better, friends.

“Hardly a real crime,” Robin scoffed. He snapped his cape behind him and pulled out his grapple, angry with himself. Must have been wrong. Incompetent. I don’t like me when I fail. “Wasted time.”

Cass frowned, hesitating to follow. “No…” she said. The certainty hadn’t left her. Something in her hunting instinct knew. There was at least one trail to follow. She could sense it nearby.

Robin snapped to look at her. He didn’t say anything, but she knew what he was thinking: That’s unusual. Why is she uncertain? What does she perceive?

She cracked a faint smile behind her mouth mask. “Follow,” Cass requested. Robin, sweet and disciplined Robin, switched roles seamlessly. He followed her and she followed a sense that she hadn’t noticed before today.

They went over one block, and then up, up, up. A low income apartment building. Windows were dirty on the outside, smog and birdshit. The residents didn’t care to enjoy the view outside: there were curtains, UV blocking film, and taped up posters. She came to the ledge outside a 7th floor apartment and paused, frowning. 

“Here?” Robin breathed it so quietly that only their shared headsets picked it up. 

Cass nodded. 

The window was obscured. Unfortunate. Cass wiped at filth forlornly, but there was a poster taped on it. There was a small peeking spot to sneak a look through, about two centimeters wide. Black Bat spidered her way across the window to line her face up to look into the apartment.

It was dim, lit by a green glow from a big screen, probably. Video game? Black Bat spied the back of a sofa and a shadow cast by legs hanging over the edge. Someone was sleeping there. Hmm.

She turned her face expectantly to Robin. He was typing into the wrist computer. “Leased by a young woman,” he reported sotto voice. His eyebrows went up. “A civil engineering student at Gotham U. No other residents on the lease.” He tilted to show her a pale young woman with a narrow face and brown hair. Flat color: dyed? Suspicious or fashion choice?

Cass squinted back inside at the sleeping person. Must be Jacqueline. Criminal mechanic was female? Neat. Go girls, go! Go to jail in this case, but still. Neat.

“Shall we enter?” Robin was clearly ready to go.

Black Bat shook her head. “Daylight,” she said practically. Pass to the Signal. It’s only fair. Optimal time to sneak and creep is when school is in session; apartment empty. Nighttime is better for confrontation. “Docks now?”

Comms clicked. “I was waiting for you to ask,” Oracle said, smug, good timing, I have everything under control. “I have what might be Lex Luthor moving something across the bay tonight. Interested in taking a look at what he wants to sneak out of Gotham?”

Hell yeah.

[darksturnioloqueen]

Sadistic!Matt x Tampon

(I promise I won't make a habit of A/N but this chapter I'm calling Author's Choice - This is my FAV.)

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of Sadism.**

Sadistic (Sadism - The Act Of Being Sadistic)

Deriving (getting) pleasure from inflicting (causing) pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎Trigger Warning: okay so we are unpacking this.... period (in the menstruation kind), mention of pregnancy scare, tampon talk, period pain, cramps, tears from period stress, Sadistic!Matt using his key, toxic thoughts?, excitement at pain, asking for period sex, pain kink, Hematolagnia - sexual fetish for blood, slightly pressured into period sex with facts from google, reminiscing Sadistic!Matt x Knife, mention of scars, Mention of shy!Sadistic!Matt and void!Sadistic!Matt, (my new variation/ creation MOST TRIGGERING to me) needy!Sadistic!Matt, pussy kissing, tampon pulling, passionately kissing, manipulation, learning Sadistic!Matt's weakness, embarrassment, blood sucking tasting licking, deep fingering, mention of feelings (INTRODUCING: needy!Sadistic!Matt), bloody orgasm, single emotional tear, literally the last sentence. ⚠︎

It was time. It was a long time coming. In fact, it was late, which only scared the fuck out of you. Matt and you have been fucking all the time, and not once do you recall ever having him put any form of protection on. You knew you were clean, but the scarier thought you had: you were not on any birth control. You stressed after realizing just how late you really were. And that stress only delayed the inevitable longer. But finally, you were sitting on the cold ceramic toilet in tears because you were relieved. It was that time of the month. The time of the month you got your answer about whether you were pregnant or not. The consensus— not pregnant. You couldn't recall a time you were this excited to have gone to pee and found out it was time for you to make frequent bathroom runs to change a tampon or pad. But here you were, in tears, probably from your emotions being imbalanced, relieved.

After taking several minutes to compose yourself mentally, do your cleanup, put a cotton cork up yourself, and get into comfy clothes, you flop onto your bed and cover-up. You knew Matt could see you if he wanted to. You wondered if he could tell something was different about you. You smiled to yourself. You always had this weird tendency to make him sound like something completely the opposite of who he was. He was just a sadist, yet your mind couldn't help but compare him to a bloodhound, among other things. You had given him the key in hopes he would use it to come over more, but he had been coming over less to your surprise. You assumed he liked the thrill of coming over unannounced, which you enjoyed yourself.

You lay in bed feeling the dull pain intensifying. Since your period was late, it was going to be a rough one. You mustered the strength to move your legs off the bed and enter the kitchen. You grabbed a water bottle and filled it with hot water. Inching back into your room, you sulked under the covers and carefully hugged the bottle in a ball. Your uterus felt like it was being ripped completely out. "Ugh." You groaned out loud. You heard your laptop ping from across the room. Your eyes welled up with tears. The pain was just too much to even think about checking it. The water bottle was starting to ease the pain enough for you to close your eyes and drift off.

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping

"Mhmm." You mumbled, rolling over. Your eyes opened slightly until you caught a glimpse of someone in your computer chair. They opened wider immediately. "Matt?" You said softly.

"You were ignoring me." He said dryly, looking directly at you.

"I was asleep." You winced from the pain returning. The water bottle was now cold and useless.

"I saw." The side of his mouth curled up a little.

"How long have -"

"Three hours." He didn't even blink. He said it as if he didn't care how weird it might sound. He knew there was something about you he could trust with certain things. He knew even if you didn't entirely like how he was, you understood and tried to dismiss the weirdness when it happened to show.

"You could have woken me up," you smiled, but your smile contorted when you moved to sit up.

"Did you cheat on me?" Your eyes widened a little at his question. His voice changed to be void in an instant. It was terrifying how fast it could go from calm to irrationally cold.

"No, why would -"

"You were ignoring me, and you can't move." His gaze searched all over you for an answer, indicating that you would be lying.

"No. I wouldn't cheat on you." You could tell he was upset when he interrupted you. He usually wasn't one to speak a lot, but he was quick to the point when he had something to say or ask. "I'm just in pain." You were a little embarrassed to tell him you were on your period. It's not that you thought he would be childish and find it gross or anything but more just that fact you couldn't fuck like he probably wanted to do. Assuming that was the reason he came over.

"Pain?" His eyes gleamed. His voice sounded intrigued. You rolled your eyes and giggled. For a minute, you almost forgot pain was his little kink. Matt's body heat started to rise.

"Yes, I'm on my... I started my..." You didn't want to say it. Matt nodded understanding. You saw his body language change. He was sitting a little straighter, and his face still looked excited. He was fighting the urge not to just jump on you and take you with or without permission, though he knew you would be okay with either.

"Can we fuck?" He asked. This took you by surprise. Not only was he wanting to fuck you while you were on your period, but he asked. That was the most out-of-character thing for him to do.

"No, I'm on my period." You shot out fully rejecting him. He licked his lips. His eyes were staring at you, completely glossed over. Matt stood up to relieve the pressure in his pants from his ever-growing cock.

"I know." He looked hungry. Your head fell to one side.

"What?" You were confused. Matt never seemed like the type to be afraid of a bit of blood, but his behavior was different from what you would have expected, something you hadn't seen before.

"Pet." He sighed. Matt knew the only way to get you to accept was if he shared something with you. He didn't like the idea of you learning things about him but he knew this particular situation warranted give and take. "Do you know what..." He took in a breath before continuing. "Do you know what hematolagnia is?" His eyes stayed dead-locked on yours. You were thinking about it for a moment. You decided before saying something wrong and sounded stupid that you'd rather have him tell you. Also, you noted he was opening up to you, and you liked the idea of that.

You shook your head side to side slowly. "Hematolagnia is a sexual fetish for blood." He licked his lips as the word left his tongue. "It sexually arouses the fetishists when their partner is bloody." You noticed he started to look amorous to the point of discomfort. "It has anything to do with blood. Licking," he licked his lips again. "Drinking blood through bloodletting or biting." His head rolled back. You looked down at his waist to see how turned on he truly was.

"Oh." You whispered. You weren't afraid. Not in the slightest. You were intrigued. Matt having a sexual fetish for blood only made sense. Blood can come from pain, and the second time he bought you, he asked to cut you. Your finger involuntarily traced over the tiny scar you now had on your chest in remembrance. You didn't mind the scar. It was a constant reminder of Matt that night. The way he owned your body was erotic, and it was the night you realized you needed to know him more. Sitting in your room now, you got your wish.

Your excitement was ruined by a pang of pain in your lower abdomen. You lurched and grabbed it. Matt felt his dick twitch. He didn't feel bad for you; he wanted to be in you. "Whew." He let out a draw of breath, watching you hurt.

"I don't think I can. It hurts too much." You scrunched your nose. You were afraid he would only make it hurt more.

"Sex is a natural pain reliever." Matt sat on the bed next to you. He looked like he was about to drool over this situation.

"That's a myth." You giggled. You were enjoying teasing him. Seeing him this excited about you was fun. It also helped to put your newfound insecurities at ease. Matt whipped out his phone and typed furiously. "Wha—" he handed you his phone without speaking. Pulled up was his Google search.

Is sex a natural pain reliever?

Yes, sexual activity, particularly orgasm, can act as a natural pain reliever due to the release of endorphins, which are the body's natural painkillers.

Google wasn't always the truth, but this actually made sense to you slightly. You felt weird holding his phone, so you handed it back. He looked you in the eyes inches from your face. The next thing he said was the thing that made your heart melt. "Please." He begged. He wanted this more than anything. He did come over expecting you to be gone cheating or ignoring him for some reason or another. What he found out was much better.

You smiled and nodded. Matt wasted no time standing up and taking off his pants. The tip of his dick was already swollen red, as if he had been edged this whole time. You jumped when he ripped the blanket completely off you and your bed. He needed to be able to see everything.

"Easy... I've never -"

"Don't worry. I got you." You were taken aback by this Matt. This wasn't the normal Matt you were used to. This Matt wasn't shy or timid, void or angry; he was needy—needy but sweet. His fingertips glided down your sides until they hooked your cozy pajama bottoms. You watched as he kept sliding down, making sure to take the fabric with him. You watched his eyes narrow in on your tampon string. You weren't weirded out. If this were anyone else, maybe you would have been, but your sadistic Matt loving blood made so much sense to you.

He rested his hands on your knees and opened them more. His touches were not rough. He licked his lips and put his head in between your legs. His lips kissed directly on you and you let out a little whimper. His tongue swirled the tampon string to be in between his teeth. Once he had a grip on it, he started tugging it out of you. You felt the pressure from the fully expanded piece of cotton exiting your hole. Matt grabbed it in his fingers. You watched him unsure of his next actions. There were so many different things he could do with your blood, you watched in anticipation.

"I wanna taste you." He licked his lips again. You noticed he was doing that more and more since he mentioned blood the first time.

"As in..." Your eyes flicked to the red-soaked tampon in his hand then back at him. He nodded. "I don't really want that on my mouth." You knew if he got blood on his lips you weren't going to be comfortable kissing him.

"Here." He came up to you and started kissing you passionately—more passionately than the time he made love to you—or his version of that, anyway. You molded into his kiss and moaned. "Better?" He winked. You grinned. You thought about it, and you finally cracked Matt's secret vulnerability. You could manipulate him with his weakness—blood.

"More." You didn't ask. You demanded. You wanted to test your theory. You knew he was easy to manipulate during sex, but if blood gave you an upper hand, you might be able to get more out of your relationship with him than you thought you were ever going to. He didn't hesitate. He slammed his lips to yours and gave you a sloppy rushed kiss this time. You could feel how wet his mouth was waiting to taste you. You giggled out of this kiss, your suspicions confirmed. "Okay. Okay." You pushed him back down. You covered your face with your hands feeling embarrassed he wanted you bad like this.

Matt had done blood play with a few people in the past. But they were too light. No cutting, no drinking it, one girl wanted to use fake blood from a prop store. But he knew if anyone would let him truly indulge his hematolagnia, there would be no one better than you.

He set the cotton tampon on his tongue and sucked on it like a piece of candy. His tongue tasted the strong iron as it slipped down his throat. After two sucks, it was empty of the blood he desired. He tossed the pink tampon on the floor and looked at you. You were watching him through your fingers. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. You had never been this wanted or desired before. You never thought you would enjoy watching someone drink your menstrual blood, but Matt could do anything, and you'd find something about it attractive.

"More." You opened your legs. His eyes darted to look at your wet folds. He saw a little bit of dark red ready to spill out. Almost like a vampire, he dove down in between your legs and licked a strip through you. "Fuck." You moaned and looked up at the ceiling, completely focused on the feeling. He immediately sucked on you.

You reached up and grabbed your white metal headboard pole. "Oh my god." You let out. His hands held your knees, their grip getting a little tighter than before. Matt kept licking you, trying to get more liquid ichor out of you. You looked down as soon as you felt the pleasure stop abruptly. Matt's head was no longer buried in your thighs. He was up on his knees, cock in his hand, stroking himself. His lips and cheek were smeared pink.

"I need to go deeper." He licked you off of his lips.

"Ho- how?" You just wanted more pleasure from him. You didn't care how you got it. Matt tongued his cheek with a grin hiding behind it. He held up his pointer and middle finger and wiggled them slightly. "Fucking please." You begged. He stopped tugging on his penis to put his hand down on the bed for leverage. His other hand plunged two fingers inside you. You were well lubricated from arousal, but Matt's saliva inside and on top of you only added more. "Ugh." You breathed out. Your walls were tighter from cramping, causing you to feel exactly where his fingertips were gliding. He was deep. Deeper than you thought his fingers could go.

"Pet?" His tone was questioning, so you tilted your head to look at him. His head was lifted to look toward you instead of at his hand pumping blood out of you.

"Matt?" you asked, wincing a little. It wasn't pain—none of this was. He was right, and Google was right; arousal was a natural pain reliever.

"I need you." His eyes were a different kind of blue. They were soft. Nothing about this Matt was rough. This was your Matt.

"I love you." You wanted to affirm him. You weren't afraid of your feelings for him. You were hardly afraid of him in general. He immediately started curling his fingers while pulling them out, only to push them in again. You felt a different kind of build-up in your uterus. "Cuming." You mumbled. Matt continued. Your legs were shaking, pushing you to the precipice of your orgasm. "Matt!" You practically screamed out, arching your back. Matt was quick to dive his head back down. He wanted to taste your blood, your cum, your essence. You were one of a kind to him. You were his.

As his mouth slurped up your intrinsic flavor, your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his fluffy brown hair. Typically, he denied or redirected this type of touch from you, but this time, you not only got away with it, but his non-bloody hand reached up and interlocked his fingers with yours. He pushed both of your hands on his head, moving deeper into you. "Mhhmmm." He hummed, vibrating your dripping lips with his. Once his hand let off, you knew he was finished.

He was on his knees, resting back on his heels. Your legs convulsed in front of him, showing him the control he had over you. You wanted to speak, but you felt like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. He sat there staring at you. His eyes darted from one body part to the next until he settled on locking with your eyes.

"Did - Did you get it all?" You asked as a joke. He grinned, finding your humor charming this time.

"Not yet." He raised his right hand and slowly started sucking the blood off of his fingers. You gaped at him. Your mouth was open slightly, your breathing still heavy. You knew you loved Matt. You were absolutely sure of it. What you weren't ready for was falling in love with him. As you watched him use his thumb to scrape across his bottom lip to capture the last drop of you, you felt a tiny tear slip out of the corner of your eyes. Small enough that Matt wouldn't notice it.

You had fallen in love with Matt—Sadistic Matt.