#i've been thinking of this for the past hour

[perfctvelvet]

Dominant Billie Eilish? 🙏 pretty please

The Games We Play; Billie Eilish/Fem!Reader

Content: 2nd POV. Established relationship, semi-toxic relationship, brief mentions of gaslight, implied infidelity, D/s elements, name calling ('slut'), degradation, teasing, strap-on sex, mentions of ass play, use of sex toys (vibrator).

"I've had enough of the games now, Y/n. You're starting to annoy me."

It was ironic to watch Billie sit at the table and sulk to herself as if she didn't get herself into this situation. These games that she claims to hate oh so much where the ones that she started and wanted to finish once she wasn't getting her way. You have just been with her for way too long not to be able to see her through and through. Billie hated the bitter taste of her own medicine, but she should've thought about that before she brushed you off when you asked about who that was on that instagram post.

You made her watch you flirt with a past fling all night. You could barely remember the lady's name when you two first bumped into her, but quickly she became valuable to you. All you had asked for was honesty about a post that was posted to tens of millions of people, but instead you were shut out. Billie brought this on herself, and it felt good to see her sitting there feeling sorry for you.

"Ooh, tell me more about your trip to Greece! I've been waiting to go, but sometimes it's hard when others won't cooperate with their schedules."

Billie was within earshot of the entire conversation and you didn't spare her one bit. You left her emotionally beaten and bruised every time you laid a hand on the body of someone you came close to being with years ago. Your attraction had faded greatly as you only had eyes for your girlfriend now, but Billie doesn't know that and at this moment anyone would think that the relationship was on its last legs. But just like you know Billie, she knows you too well for her own good. You were trying to make her feel the same way you did over an instagram post. Well, you had one the battle as your attempts to make Billie jealous was working, but Billie was well intentioned on winning the war.

Now as she confronts you about the only thing you can do is play dumb. You weren't going to give her the upper hand by outright admitting what you were doing. The way she dismissed you about posting photos of another girl damn near straddling her kept you up for days. Those 3 to 4 hours of sleep left you irritable and willing to do anything to get your point across. So in your eyes, you're not doing anything worse your girlfriend hasn't done.

"What are you talking about?" You asked her, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. 

Normally your pout was endearing but right now Billie wanted to fuck it off your face. Still surrounded by strangers who could possibly hear your conversation, Billie gives a deep sigh and she hangs her head down. It was a sign of utter defeat to you.

"Y/n," she sighs before leaning in and whispering, "You really want to do this right now?"

Those simple words were a warning shot. Billie didn't have to say much else. She didn't have to explain that she knows you after being together for two years. She didn't have to explain that they've done this song and dance before and that it's getting stale. Both are committed and faithful to this relationship, but sometimes things get hazy and the relationship is tested. Billie knows she's in the wrong, but getting those words to come out of her mouth is like pulling teeth. You two should be passed this stage, especially as you get older together, but clearly both of you are wrong. When one of you acts up, the other feels like they have no choice but to retaliate and somehow you're always the one always having to retaliate.

You don't want to hear it from her. You don't want to sit in the car on the way home and hear her give you some holier-than-thou speech as if she's the mature one in the relationship. It was easier to talk to you like that when you were side by side and she didn't have to look you in the eyes and act like she didn't do what she did. Did it feel good to flirt with someone you're no longer interested in? No, that part didn't feel good, but being able to glance over and see Billie sulking while surrounded by happy, partying people, it was better than any high or shot of alcohol here tonight.

"What am I doing? I'm at a party that you're ruining the vibe because you want to sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Get up, go talk to your friends." You didn't have much else to say to her and she kept her mouth shut too. Billie had nothing to say. Have you succeeded?

Billie was never afraid to drag out an argument, even in a setting like this. There was the great texting fiasco of Summer 2023 that ended with you staying at your friend's place for the weekend. So she was uncharacteristically quiet now. And in a surprising move, she just smiled at you. Your faces were so close together you thought she was going to kiss, but instead she leaned back. She grabbed her glass filled with whatever she had and brought it to her lips. Never did she pull her eyes away from you and you felt your grip on the situation loosening. You don't know what it means for you, for tonight and for the future, but you stepped away from her. You turned your back to her and joined a group of mutual friends. The former fling you were flirting with was nowhere to be found, but it didn't matter anymore. 

You felt Billie's eyes burning a hole right through you for the rest of the night. Despite the room being so loud, there was a ringing in your ears that dulled the sound of everything around you. You don't know how you were able to make it through the rest of the night acting like you usual self. The end of the night and car ride home were unbearable and equally silent. Billie's steady breathing was the only sound to fill your ears; so calm yet just as loud as the club's bass in your ears. The little battle you had earlier? It meant nothing now. Whatever victory you felt was replaced by the dread of worrying what was to come next. You expected a screaming match to take place as soon as the two of you crossed past that threshold into Billie's house. Instead Billie decided to do something she hasn't tried before. She was going to fuck the problem away.

Billie was pissed. The way she grabbed you, you don't think you've seen her so mad before. The two of you are no strangers to things getting a little rough, but there was so much more raw and animalistic about the way she touched you, the way she kissed you. Billie was gunning to win the war and she was going to disarm you in the best way she knew how. You don't understand how pissed she was seeing your flirt with an old fling like that, and what annoyed her the most is that you looked to actually be having a good time. She saw how you looked at this woman who has no name to her. You looked at her as if she meant something. Billie thought the photo she uploaded was to be expected from her and her friends. She thought you knew that sometimes one of them gets a little handsy but there was never any ill-intention behind it. Hell, you've seen it happen in front of your very eyes before and you didn't react. To her the difference between the post and what you did was that you intended to make the situation worse. You looked so into this woman, looking at her the same way you've looked at Billie before. Those eyes are only for her.

Billie wasn't nice or sweet tonight. She didn't tease you or suck on your tits for almost an hour like she usually loves to do. You were pushed onto the bed, face down ass up. You weren't able to see anything with your face in the covers. You had to guess what was happening based on the sounds around you. Billie was stealthy and quick, not giving you a second to adjust to what was going on. You felt something cool and wet hitting between your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not wearing underwear tonight, giving Billie easy access to both of your holes to do whatever she wanted with you. You felt something poke at your entrance and soon you were filled with 8 inches of thickness. The air was plucked right out of you as Billie pushed her strap all the way inside. She watched in awe how your arousal bursted through the seams. She pulled out and your juices had already completely covered her strap.

Billie pushes back into you after a few seconds. She started at a slow pace before gradually picking up speed, fucking you harder and faster. The residual anger from your little stunt tonight was fuleing her. When a girl acts up, sometimes she needs to be put in her place.

"You wanna tell me who that was tonight? Who was that girl, Y/n!"

You feel her grab a handful of your hair and she pulls your face out the bed. Her grip was tight enough to feel a prickly sensation on the edge of your scalp. You pulled your head back further to alleviate the pain. The question she asked you had completely slipped your mind as she filled your poor pussy with every inch of her strap. Billie didn't take so kindly to being ignored, so she asked you again. You could barely speak, but you tried your best.

"W-What girl?" You stutter through each thrust.

"Still playing dumb, huh?"

There was a tinge of playfulness in Billie's voice that could've you if you weren't getting fucked so hard. You were still trying to play the game she was built to beat you at. However, that girl doesn't matter to you and certainly she's irrelevant now. Your skin was flushed and sweaty. The sound of Billie's thighs meeting your ass reverberates in the room. How could you be thinking about some other woman when you're getting fucked within an inch of your life.

"If you wanted to be fucked like this baby all you had to do was laugh. You don't have to fight for my attention when you have it 24/7 sweetheart," Billie teased you with such a clear voice that amazed you she was able to concentrate on making you feel so small and fucking you skillfully. "You knew exactly what you were doing tonight, but you won't want to try that again after I'm done fucking this little pussy of yours."

Her words began to sound fuzzy as the tip of her strap kept agitating your sweet spot. You could barely keep yourself up, your arms giving away. The only thing keeping you up right now was Billie's tight grip on your hair. You were about to cum; dangerously close. All the tell-tale signs of your orgasm began firing off and that just happen to be the moment when Billie decided to pull out of you. You could whine and cry all you want, but Billie still pushed you off her strap. Your orgasm, the one you so desperately wanted, shuttered away as you sobbed into the sheets. You were surely a sight to take in. The strap rests against your ass, smearing your juices into your skin.

"Did you really think I was going to let you cum so fast? You really think you deserve that princess?"

Leave it to Billie to not give in so easily -- you should've seen this coming. You push yourself up on your palms until you're pushed back down onto the bed. Billie didn't have to use much force either which made her laugh at you. You were so weak and you hadn't even cum yet. 

"Pick a number, baby."

You thought you were hearing her wrong. Did she just ask you to pick a fucking number?

"Pick a number. 1-3."

It was stupid to indulge in whatever game she was playing, but you lifted your head and opened your mouth to utter, "2." You don't know why you even answered.

"Hmm," Billie hums. It's hard to read such a small reaction.

The sound of the drawer opening happens again. You don't have to see to know she's grabbing from the bottom "special" drawer, where she got the strap-on from. There were a few other toys in there and you suspect that's where the game comes in at.

"It's too bad you didn't pick 1, but I guess you spared your little ass tonight."

You were just spread out so perfectly for the buttplug she hasn't used on you yet. Billie would've been able to see her reflection in the shiny metal as it slipped into your tightest hole. Stretching your ass out while fucking you would've ruined you, you haven't tried that out yet. She imagines that you would've been begging her for forgiveness and permission to cum. Even seeing it in her active imagination makes her heart skip a beat. But, fate has decided for her and she's going to make the most of it.

The wand you unintentionally picked had only been used about two or three times. It's vibrations were so strong, something you felt like you had to get use to. Only on it's lowest setting were you able to handle it. Something powered only by batteries yet it was so powerful you were seeing stars the first time you used it.

"Get up."

Billie gave you the command but then she was moving your body herself. She laid on the bed and signaled for you to get on top of her. You go to straddle her before she stops you.

"Uh-uh. Turn the other way."

She made you turn away from and in the direction of a mirror. For the first time since going out tonight, you got a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looked a mess and your makeup had smudged a lot. Spit was drying in the corner of your mouth. You should've been ashamed about how you look and how Billie was slutting you out, but it made your pussy drip on Billie's skin. One, two, three she felt the drops of your arousal on her bare skin. She groaned, showing a moment of weakness for a second. Right then she knew she had to get you on her strap. She lowered you down with one hand. Somehow her strap felt so much bigger when you were sinking down on it this way. The way the girth stretched out just felt different when you were any other position. Billie doesn't fuck you in reverse cowgirl often so you were willing to underestimate her ability to fuck you as hard as you need like this, but quickly you were proven wrong.

Your skin slapped together harder and your tits bounce with every thrust up into your swollen twat. You thought it was a lot to handle until you felt the vibrations from the wand against your pussy. The slew of moans that fell from your lips were louder than before.

"Good girl! Keep moaning for me baby, show me just how much you love being fucked like this. Only I can fuck you like this."

Words like this were meant to only affect you, to drive home the point that you were a slut for Billie and Billie only, but somehow she fueled her own desire. She was fucking up into you with reckless abandon. You were so close to losing your mind from being fucked like that from below while the vibrator was placed firmly against your swollen clit. You had no choice but to endure it as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. 

"Whose pussy's this? Who does this pussy belong to, girl," the way she addressed you and the stinging grip on your hip made you spiral. Billie has flirted with degrading you more and more in bed, but tonight she spoke as if this came natural to her. She questioned as if something would happen if you didn't answer her. The worst thing she, or anyone else, could do to you at this moment is deny you of another sweet release. It's a miracle you're not squirting all over her strap that bullying its way into you. The head of her strap hits your cervix so deliciously. She questions you as if you're capable of speaking right now when the vibrator is sending you into orbit. You've officially been rendered stupid and unable to form words.

It takes a solid minute and everything inside of you to be able to muster up the energy to be able to answer you.

"Yours! Oh god it's yours!" You force out with a desperate cry. Your body is beginning to hunch over in weakness as she continues to pound you. You've never felt so pathetic in your life, unable to stand your ground, but never did failure feel so good. The stretch and the buzz was addicting and you were ready to let go of everything that's been pent up inside of your body.

The way you answer satisfies Billie, finally. The sobs of your pure devotion made relief wash over her. She's happy.

She doesn't stop her pounding until you're cumming and crying out loudly for her. Your toes curl as you come the hardest you have in a long, long time. Billie's grip on you was still harsh, painful even, causing the pain to mix with your everlasting pleasure. This is what might be the longest orgasm of your life and it comes after another stalemate in your relationship.

It was almost impossible to be able to come back to reality. You didn't even notice the vibrator had been turned off and discarded onto the bed until Billie stopped pumping into you completely. Satisfaction stirred deep in your hips as you sat there with her strap situated inside of you. Billie was holding you up with both hands now as if you would fall apart into a million pieces if she let go. And let go she never did.

Your heavy limbs find relief when you're laid against the bed. It feels like you're floating on a cloud compared to how it felt before. You were in a state of disbelief, asking yourself, 'did that shit really happen?' 

You weren't going to regain your composure after that, and you weren't going to even try. Billie is already up and moving around, disappearing for a few minutes before she comes back with a wet towel waiting to clean you up. She pushes your legs apart and gently rubs the warm towel against your sensitive skin.

"I think you left a present over there."

She nods her head in the direction of the wet spot on the bed. Did you squirt? You don't even have a fucking clue if you did or not but you hide your face in your hands anyway.

"Oh god," you groan.

"We can always sleep in the other room."

"I don't think I can move, Bil."

You had a million and one questions, but you were utterly worn out and Billie's face was flushed pink from all the work she put in. You two have more to answer for in the morning, and a need to explain why you both acted up so much. Seeing you so vulnerable made the words 'I'm sorry, I was wrong' want to bubble up in Billie's throat. Instead she kisses the two sweet thighs she loves so much. The nonverbal apology will always come before remorseful words out of Billie's lips. Holding you until you fall asleep will stand in just for the night.

[asherraccoon]

Camping- Radioapple- Human AU, Teeenager AU

Lucifer eagerly opened up the car door. He had been getting restless from the long drive and wanted to get out as fast as possible. 

“Calm down, Luce, we're not even at the site yet,” Uriel said, climbing out after his brother. 

“I've been stuck in that car for the past fifteen hours and only gotten out to use the bathroom, I think I have the right to be desperate for air,” Lucifer said, his eye twitching slightly. He wasn't good at sitting still and staying quiet if he didn't have anything to occupy himself with. He had read all the books he had brought with him during the drive and he didn't like drawing in cars because it was bumpy. His headphones had died and his phone made him carsick. He was just happy to finally be free. 

Michael yawned and stretched his arms. “Man, that was a long drive. Gabriel, wake up Az,” 

Gabriel poked his brother sleeping on his shoulder. “Azrael,” he shook him. “Az,” he shoved the black-haired boy off of him and into the door. “Wake up!” 

Azrael woke up with a snort. “WhA-huh?” 

“We're here,” Gabriel told him before getting out of the car. 

“Dad, do you want us to start heading over while you get the camping fee settled?” Michael asked, looking over at their dad. 

“Yeah, go ahead. Just don't get into any trouble,” their dad grunted. 

“C'mon, guys, let's get set up,” Michael told his brothers as he started getting the gear from the car. 

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Lucifer dug in his backpack and pulled out his sketchbook and pencil. “Dad, can I go to the woods?” He asked the man in the tent. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” the man said dismissively.

Lucifer's expression fell. He sighed. Dad never cared much for him. He didn't know why he bothered asking. He stood up and went to the woods that surrounded the camp site. 

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Lucifer sat on a log near a river he had found. He hummed to himself as he sketched out the scenery. He enjoyed this. The forest smell, the sound of the river, the cool air. It was calming. A good distraction from the chaos of his family. He continued to draw when he heard the snap of a stick. He snapped his head up and looked around. “Hello?” He called out. 

Silence. 

Lucifer shook his head. “Probably a rabbit or something,” he said to himself. He returned his attention to his drawing. A minute later he heard the rustle of a bush behind him. He turned around and looked at the bush. “Hello?” He called out again. He watched the bush for a moment before he sighed. He turned back around. He was met face-to-face with a brunette boy about his age. 

“Hello!” 

“AHH!” Lucifer shrieked and fell backwards off the log. 

The other boy laughed as the blonde fell. “My apologies,” he apologized and held his hand out to help Lucifer up. 

“Umm.. It-it's okay…” Lucifer took hold of the stranger's hand and let himself be pulled up. He brushed himself off and picked up his sketchbook and pencil off the ground, brushing the dirt off the page. 

“What are you drawing?” The brunette asked, peering at the book. 

“Er… just some scenery sketching… nothing special,” Lucifer held his book to his chest and blushed from embarrassment. 

“Can I see?” The other boy asked. 

“Uh… sure…” Lucifer looked at his drawing and then showed it to him. 

“Wow,” the other boy was amazed. “You drew this? This is amazing!” 

Lucifer blushed more. He hugged his sketchbook. “Um… th-thanks…” he avoided eye contact. 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” The other boy laughed. He held out his hand. “The name's Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!” 

Lucifer took Alastor's hand. “Lucifer,” he introduced himself. 

Alastor tilted his head. “Like the devil?” 

Lucifer's expression fell slightly, seemingly upset by this. “Yeah. The devil,” he muttered. 

Alastor was curious, but he remained silent. He let go of Lucifer's hand. 

Lucifer sighed. “You're curious, aren't you?” 

“I didn't want to seem rude…” Alastor gave a small laugh and a nervous smile. 

Lucifer sat on the log and rested his elbow on his knee and head on his hand. “My family is very religious,” he began. “My dad's a priest, my mom was a pastor. So all of my siblings were named after angels. When I was born, I killed my mom,” Lucifer looked at the ground. “I guess I was too much for her to handle. My dad blamed me for the death and named me Lucifer,” 

“Well, it wasn't your fault that she died,” Alastor sat down next to Lucifer. “Just because her body couldn't handle another child that doesn't make you evil,” 

“I think there is something wrong with me, though,” Lucifer said. “I'm not good at sitting still and staying quiet unless I have something to keep me busy. I've always been seen as a troublemaker at school and at home for not understanding and following the rules. And when I think I'm doing something right, hey, the rules are different now and I was supposed to know even though no one told me,” he sighed in frustration. “My hobbies also aren't 'normal’ for boys my age,” 

“What? Like drawing?” Alastor asked. “Drawing isn't really assigned to any specific gender or age,” he said. “I'm guessing you're around my age, 14?” 

Lucifer nodded. “Yeah, I'm 14. I turn 15 in October,” 

“You're older than me then, I turn 15 in December,” Alastor laughed. “But still, how are your hobbies not normal?” 

“My dad thinks that art is more of a girl thing,” Lucifer sighed. “Same with singing and playing the violin,” he huffed in frustration. 

“I sing and play piano,” Alastor said. 

Lucifer looked at him. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Alastor stretched his legs out in front of him before crossing them. 

Lucifer watched. “How can you sit like that?” 

Alastor raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” 

“With your legs crossed?” Lucifer clarified. “Whenever I sit like that my dad hits me and calls me a slur,” he said flatly. 

Alastor blinked. “Jeez…” he whispered. “So I'm not the only one with an asshole of a dad then,” he tried to laugh it off. 

Lucifer flinched at the 'asshole’ word. “You're allowed to curse?” 

Alastor nodded. “Yeah, my mom doesn't mind. But that's besides the point. My dad was an ass. He'd get drunk and then beat me and my mom,” he looked over at the river. “Eventually, my mom had enough. She took me and left my dad. So now it's just me and her,” 

Lucifer listened silently. “My dad usually just ignores me and gives my siblings more attention. Unless I do something bad, then he yells at me and hits me,” he tapped his pencil on his sketchbook. 

“Alastor, allez, c'est l'heure du dîner !” (Alastor, come on, It's time for dinner!) A voice called out. 

Alastor looked over. “J'arrive, maman !” (Coming, mom!) Alastor yelled back. “That's my mom, I've gotta head back to the campsite,” Alastor stood up. “It was nice meeting you though, Lucifer,” 

Lucifer watched him stand. “Er… yeah, it was nice to meet you too…” 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Alastor asked. 

Lucifer was a little surprised. This guy actually liked him? And wanted to see him tomorrow? “Uh- Y-yeah! I'll be here tomorrow…” he nodded.

“I'll see you then!” Alastor waved at Lucifer before he trotted off. 

Lucifer waved. “Bye… Alastor…” he watched Alastor leave. “Did I just make a friend?” He asked himself. 

(Should I do a part 2?)

[survivedthenight]

last line tag

thank you so much for the tag @drylite ! 💞 i haven’t written in a bit since i was away visiting my best friend and seeing some shows and now i’m sick soooo have this from a week ago!

When he sent John his wedding invitation, “Best man position still open.”, written on the back, he’d hoped John had forgotten what his handwriting looked like enough that he didn’t notice the hesitance in each stroke. John had replied with a simple “Don’t count on it.” and had turned up on Gale’s doorstep half an hour ago. “So where’s Marge?” “She’s at her folks’.” He watches John nod and knock the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, considering Gale the entire time. He’s looking at him like he can see straight through Gale's skin to his soft insides. He knows neither he nor Marge smoke. Gale wants to grab the ashtray and smash it over the fireplace. “It’s customary.” “Sure,” John says, “for the night before. Not for months.” Gale hadn’t told John he and Marge were living apart but he must have been able to tell just from looking at Gale’s sparsely decorated living room, the coat hooks in the hall that only hold his jackets, the singular toothbrush in the bathroom. “She’ll move in after the wedding,” he says, and his voice comes out oddly brittle. “Her father’s very traditional.” John takes a big swig and holds Gale’s eyes as he swallows. “Not like you.” Gale suddenly wants to send John packing. This was a huge mistake. “Bucky,” he warns, and John holds his hand up and grins. “Just teasing. You think that’s bad, wait until you hear my speech.” The thought of John making a speech tomorrow won’t even register in Gale’s head. When he tries to think of anything past the ceremony his mind is empty, like he hasn’t got enough ink ribbon left in his typewriter so the page is just coming out stark, blank white.

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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It had been three days since Star had run from her home, taking her little brother along with her. She'd left in a rush, not wanting to alarm the people inside. No bags were packed, and no things were taken - they just left with the clothes on their back. Star sighed as she looked at her reflection in the broken mirror of the motelroom she'd broken into. Laddie was fast asleep, snoring loudly.

She tucked him in, making sure he was comfortable before quietly leaving the room. She had to go back. She had to go and get her mom and get answers. How could her grandfather be doing something so horrible that his own daughter was terrified of what he could do to his own grandchildren?

Star quickly walked across the parking lot towards the busy road. Even now, in the middle of the night, cars sped past. She stuck her hand out, standing underneath a streetlight, hoping someone would see her.

She stood there for a while. Cars rushed past her, no one bothering to stop. Only when it began to rain, and she was completely soaked, did an old rusty red car stop. A woman in her late thirties sat behind the steering wheel.

"Are you alright?"

"I need to get to my mom!" Star called out over the heavy rumbling of rain.

"Get in!" The woman popped the door open. "She must be worried sick! What are you doing out here in this weather?"

Star got in and shut the door, shivering slightly. "I got lost on my way home, I lost my wallet, and I've been trying to hitch a ride with someone for the past three hours, but no one stopped."

"Oh dear," the woman looked shocked, not noticing the lies Star just told her. "Well, I am glad I stopped for you, dear. I'm Lucy, by the way. Where do you need to go?"

"Star, and thank you, really." She smiled, directing the woman down the road, leading her all the way to COL.

As the car came to a halt, Star quickly stepped out, thanking Lucy as she did so. Before the kind woman could say anything in return, Star had taken off, running into the woods. She just hoped no one would see her. No guard would spot her and drag her back inside. She needed to get in and out unnoticed, making sure she could take her mom with her and-

She fell backwards as she ran into someone, a large man with angry yellow eyes glaring at her.

"Shit, who are you?!"

"Who am I? What are you doing here? This place is bad news."

"As if I don't know that," Star got up, wiping the dirt from her skirt. "My mom's in there. I need to get her out."

"You know a way in?"

The girl nodded. Max grinned. Ever since the boys had left to go inside, he hadn't been able to contact any of them. David and Dwayne were God knows where, Max really had no clue, and Marko and Paul nad disappeared into the building. Ever since that happened, he had lost the feeling of being controlled by someone - which, on one hand, caused him to feel a little more at ease, but on the other hand worried him. The lack of control on him meant - most likely - that that control was exercised on someone else.

"I'm Max. They got my daughter in there and my sons. I'll make you a deal," he looked at the girl, glad to see she was open to his proposal. "I'll help you get your mom out if you help me find my kids."

Star thought about it for a moment, looking at him. "Why would I do that?"

"Because, dear," Max' face changed shape, becoming more batlike, "I am the muscle you need to get past the guards."

Star nodded, thinking to herself, not allowing herself to get freaked out by the man in front of her. She needed to fix this, and she could freak out later, when it was more convenient. "Alright. But we get my mom out first."

"We get them all out in order of who we come across first." Max said, a finality in his tone making it clear to Star that there was no point in arguing.

Lucien sighed disappointedly as he saw Julie. Her dazed expression, her lack of fear or emotional recoil - it saddened him. He enjoyed his games, and when a participant didn't want to play anymore, it was simply time to clear the playing field.

"Juliebug, " he crouched down in front of her, forcing her to look at him, "I really don't get why you're so afraid. After all, I never hurt you. Doctor Gregory did. Not me."

Julie glared at him, trying to look away, but his hold on her chin got only stronger. She winced in pain as she felt the bone protest against the force practiced upon it.

"No, I only ever brought you sweet release. I brought you life," he grinned, showing his fangs, "I brought you a family."

Julie pushed him away. No. He did not give her life. He did not give her a family. He fed her lies, he messed with her minds and memories, and he ruined what was supposed to be a wonderful human life. She got up, taking in a deep breath as she tried to steady herself. This was it. She needed to concentrate.

"Ah!" Lucien laughed, getting up himself as well. "I hoped you'd be willing to fight more."

Julie didn't bother to listen to him, instead attacking the second he moved up from the ground. It was easy to get him off balance, to pin him on the ground. She pinned him down. He trashed against her, hands pushing against her chest, her throat, her face - but Julie didn't let go. She pushed back. When a hand wrapped around her neck, she gasped for air. She snarled at him. She lashed out, her long, sharp vampire nails digging deep into his eyesocket. Lucien screamed, clutching his eye. Julie slashed again, opening up his wrist. Again. Opening up his chest. Once, twice.

She was covered in blood, covered in sweat and tears, but Lucien didn't give up. He didn't back down. When she looked away for a mere second, distracted by a loud thump above her, she was thrown across the room. Before she crashed against the wall, she redirected herself. Flying up into the air, she tried to jump Lucien, but he was on to her. He grabbed her foot, dragging her down and slamming her into the ground.

A silent scream escaped her as she felt her arm being ripped out of its socket as he lifted her up and slammed her down again. She gasped for air. Lucien grinned as he stood over her, lifting her up and slamming her against the wall.

Cracks formed in the concrete where she'd collided, pieces of rock falling down. Julie laid there between the ruble, struggling to get up. She leaned on her arms, one of them giving out the second she put any force on it.

"Are you done yet? You can't win from me, fledgling. I am your sire, I control -"

Lucien flew backwards. Julie landed on top of him, a large red brick in her hands as she pinned him down to the ground. Lucien laughed loudly, noticing how desperate the girl seemed. But then the brick hit his face, his damaged eye officially popping out. Then she hit again, his nose breaking. Again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

David silently cursed to himself as he realised he had lost sight of the van. He and Dwayne had promised her that they'd be there for her every step of the way, but now? As quickly as they could, they drove through the streets, making their way down the highway. They sped past cars, moving left and right to avoid crashing into them.

"We'll get there in time!" Dwayne called out. He was a couple of feet behind David.

"We better!" David sped up even more, moving off the freeway as he saw a sign stating Berkeley was close by. Dwayne quickly followed. They dropped their bikes in the woods near the main street, deciding to fly the rest of the way. It would be faster, and the chances of them being seen would be minimalized.

Quickly, they flew through the night, seeing a building rise at the horizon. It was the same building Max had described to them hours before, the same building Julie was held at.

Dwayne was the first to land, landing on the edge of the roof. "She's here," he said, sighing with worry. "Max is still outside, but the others are inside as well."

"Max was supposed to go in," David hissed, annoyance lacing his voice. "Motherfucker."

"Let's make sure we find Julie first. Afterwards we can deal with Max."

They walked across the roof, David easily ripping the metal door of the roof entrance of its hinges. Quietly, the two men stepped inside, swiftly walking down the stairs, making sure they didn't make a single sound. They opened the door at the end of the stairs, ending up in a dark, carpeted hallway.

David was about to say something when they heard a man's laughter. They looked at each other without saying another word.

They flew down the hallway, crashing into the room where they'd heard the man. David and Dwayne looked up, seeing the same man whose head they'd seen in that box days before. Seeing him laugh as his face was being smashed to pieces by Julie, who was crying tears of anger as she smashed the brick in her hands down and down again on his face. Pieces of blood, skin, eye and brain stuck to it, creating a sickening noise as she pulled the rock away only to bring it down again with such force that the remainders of the skull scattered to pieces.

Next chapter > available on September 29th

[silvers-starrway]

So the wildest thing happened where @mactheactor decided to dub over (if that's even the correct terminology) the Chaos Sonic animation I made!!!!

I'm still in utter awe about this like, hands down the coolest thing ever I've been thinking about this non-stop. Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do!!

[sleepis4theweak]

In reference to all the comments on this post lmao- where I showed the boys watching the rottmnt movie hehe

Also little bonus for you guys:

[jade-of-mourning]

“If they’re going to ruin your life, then you might as well run for as long as you can. It’s like dying — no one can stop it, but why rush?”

(or, the fic that altered my brain chemistry at least a little bit)

[nerdallwritey]

Every time I finish a chapter I send this to my beta:

And you'll never guess what I just sent to my beta...

[anonymous-dentist]

Breaking Dawn 15- Parabéns a Você!

Chapter Summary:

Three things that are in this chapter:

1. Birthday parties 2. Public embarrassment 3. Quackity

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NEW CHAPTER NEW CHAPTER NEW CHAPTER!!!

REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG!!

[helenofblackthorns]

idk why but it just clicked for me that Edmund Herondale and Ephraim Loss are first cousins. like they had no idea that the other even existed but their lives shared so many similarities.... like neither of them died a shadowhunter, only one knew it and the other didn't

[cheezyharu]

Slightly late but, happy Windsong release! And also happy birthday @skyward-current

Also Version 2, with an actual aurora cause my dumbass didn’t think abt it sooner lol

[cerise-on-top]

A few days ago, I got a request that asked for Shadow Company and KorTac team up tickles with reader getting wrecked. I posted the Shadow Company fic yesterday, so I'm gonna post the KorTac fic now. This only includes Horangi and König, though.

KorTac Team Up Tickles

You brought your Switch to the base, planning on spending some of your evenings in a comfortable solitude, accompanied only by Italian plumbers, alien puffballs and Hylian heroes. You were quite content, never having been too much of a chatterbox in the first place. You truly preferred the company of fictional characters over that of the tryhards at base. If you weren’t forced to spend time with the others, then you weren’t going to either. No meetings this evening, dinner has already been had, no training scheduled either. It was perfect to just blow off some steam for once. And thus, you pulled out your beloved gaming console, opening Stardew Valley. The life in Pelican Town seemed so utopian, sometimes you wished you could exchange your life as a mercenary for a farm somewhere in the countryside, surrounded by cute bachelors and bachelorettes to date.

Petting your dog, cat and turtle as you poured water into their bowls, you smiled. The cauliflowers were doing well, the animals seemed as content as always, and your spouse was still sleeping in bed. You bought some seeds and immediately planted them. This was the ideal life. Why kill people when you can water crops? Why destroy towns when you can talk to your neighbors? Why bring death and despair to others when you can complete tasks for friendship points and rewards? Even in the mines, you were lucky enough to have found a prismatic shard. Life was good. Completing another bundle, you were in no hurry to do so even though you were in your second year already, you watched the Junimos dance on the screen, reminding you of the plushie you had yet to retrieve. All was peaceful, all was quiet as you ignored the shouting outside of your room. Real life has never interested you much anyway.

And yet, that peace was short lived as your door swung open, before immediately closing again. It could have only been one of two people.

“Have you seen König?”

“Not since dinner.” A short reply, you were busy. If Horangi wanted to be with König so bad, then he could always go look for him somewhere else.

“I’m going to wait here. I know he’ll come by.”

You didn’t take your eyes off your Switch even once, too engrossed in beating some ghosts and skeletons with your sword. “Can you two turtle doves secretly meet somewhere else? I’m in the middle of something right now.”

Horangi huffed in response, amused by your sass. “You’re part of this, whether you like it or not. What are you playing this time? Finally a shooter?” He sat down on your bed, leaning back against the wall as he watched you play. “Seriously? You’re such a boring person. Poker in Mario was much better than that.”

“Ah, the gamer-gambler has spoken. I am happy, though. Can you say the same? Can you say the same when your behemoth boyfriend is chasing you again? Picking you up and throwing you onto my bed? Putting his entire weight on you and crushing you like the pathetic bug you are? Furry boy, I’m only going to say this once: Don’t you ever make fun of my virtual farm. We’re both living a life that expects us to be miserable. We’re both coping in different ways.”

Horangi took off his sunglasses, putting them on your nightstand and placing his head on your shoulder. He watched you intently as you played your little game. For as much displeasure as he voiced about you playing a children’s game, he thought it to be quite calming to watch. It was a nice change of pace from seeing the blood of his comrades. “Put your forked tongue behind your teeth, snake. He’s your boyfriend too. Plus no one suspects us being in your room every evening.”

“Mhm. One day, I’m going to rat you out to our superiors and then you’ll never see me again as I fuck off to a real farm after having been discharged for fraternization. You can visit me. I’m going to make you some sashimi with the fresh fish I’ve pulled ashore.” You put your head on top of Horangi’s. His hair was kind of damp and it smelled of some weird shampoo.

“And then you’re going to go to space and fight some pink fucker?”

“No, he’s my friend. I’m going to fight Satan with him.”

“My bad.” He pulled you closer to him, throwing one of his legs over yours for maximum comfort.

Again, the door opened and closed. Mining iron ore was much more important, though.

“Good evening you two.” The strong German accent was all too familiar, you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. Well, it could have only been one of two people. Horangi was already here, so it could only have been the colonel.

“Evening, König.” You tilted your Switch aggressively as you were swarmed by Dust Sprites, trying to get away from the cute little critters. Now you really wanted to watch Spirited Away with those two goobers.

Horangi didn’t even flinch. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry, I was held up in one of our meeting rooms. I should be free for the rest of the evening, though.” Another weight plopped down on your other side, another pair of arms snaked around your chest as another head rested on your other shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Anyway, colonel, you should punish sergeant Kim, he was being mean to me and said that my farm was ugly. I think one million years of being put in a meat grinder should suffice.”

Horangi closed his eyes. “Y/N, I’m going to poison you with a real vegetable.”

König sighed. “I will consider it if you pay attention to us. You’ve been spending a lot of time with your Switch. You’ve been paying more attention to it than us.” He moved away from you for a bit and took off the shirt on his head, taking a deep breath.

“Aha, so my boyfriends are harlots for my attention now, I see how it is. But have you considered that my virtual boyfriends and girlfriends don’t threaten to kill me with a vegetable?”

“So the pixels are superior?” Horangi stroked your stomach with one of his thumbs. Although he could feel it quiver under his touch, he decided to weaponize this later. If you kept on being a dick towards him then he would have no choice but to betray you, however.

“Hong-jin, don’t enable Y/N.” König put his hand over Horangi’s, hoping to stop the way that was going to occur. Yet, he wasn’t going to put much effort into doing, doing less than the bare minimum. As much as he loved you, he would have loved to see where this was going. If he was being a harlot then he’d love to fuck with you just a little bit. He had a feeling that this was going to be fun, more than willing to join in on whatever was bound to happen.

“I can feed the pixels my cooking and they don’t complain.” You were well aware of what you were doing. Horangi and König were too. This was a game you liked to play from time to time when you wanted special attention. You’ve never once regretted it. Neither of them would take offense to you being a little brat like this, they were going to get that attitude out of you for some time anyway. For as much as you pretended to ignore them, it was them who had been neglecting you for some time now, always busy with work. Three could play that game, and thus you decided you’d be acting up yet again. Horangi was a ticking time bomb, the fallout only amplified by König. If you kept this up, you were going to get what you wanted.

“But would your little pixels really treat you better than us, who have had your back in literal wars?” Horangi was tapping away at your stomach as your breath hitched a little bit. So close. König watched, amused by your exchange. He didn’t necessarily need to add anything to it. Taking his hand off Horangi’s, he wrapped his arm around your chest yet again, holding onto your ribs. You were going to pay attention to them soon enough.

“My pixels actually talk to me. Can you say the same, little kitty?” You got a little nervous. Normally, Horangi would have blown by now, but he was holding himself back. You could see your punishment from a mile away. Never before has your exchange been this long. A few words at most, not a full blown conversation. You tried to pull your legs closer to your chest, but König’s hand quickly stopped you from your endeavor. You were in for it this time.

“So this is not enough for you? And you say we’re the attention whores here?” Horangi moved, sitting down on your legs. König was kind enough to take your Switch from your hands and put it on your nightstand. Leaning on his arm, he looked down at you, a small smirk gracing his lips. Horangi’s brows were slightly furrowed, but he seemed entertained regardless. You knew what was coming, swallowing a lump.

“Alright, Hong-jin, maybe you’re right! Maybe this is nice enough after all!”

König bit back some laughter as Horangi raised an eyebrow. You held onto the latter’s hands, intertwining your fingers in his.

“Aw, adorable. Is our little bunny scared? Scared of the ravenous tiger and the colonel?” König was having too much fun already. “Let me have a go first.”

“The stage is yours, colonel.” Horangi scoffed, taking pride in making you surrender despite not even having touched you yet.

König took his sweet time, eyeing you up and down as he considered his first move. He knew from the beginning what he was going to do, but the suspension should kill you on its own. And just like that, he pretended to start the highlight of this little game. Quickly, he moved his hands towards your ribs, but not doing much else, only holding onto them. You, however, squealed, thrashing around as you started laughing already.

“Y/N! Look at me! I’m not even doing anything. Are you really that ticklish? Poor little thing. What do you say, Hong-jin? Should we have mercy on our little bunny?”

“Fat chance.”

You stopped laughing as you locked eyes with König, feeling his hands on your ribs. It was enough to make you want to squirm away. “Well… You were going to tickle me…” You looked so meek and pathetic in your current predicament.

König leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Don’t worry, we’re going to tickle you plenty. Just get com-”

You screeched as Horangi started aggressively squeezing your hips, sides and ribs, trying to get away from him.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to get Y/N good. You’re so unfair.”

“Nothing stopping you from doing so now. Get the armpits, our little prey will stop trying to grab my hands if you do.”

And that König did, matching Horangi in aggressiveness and speed. Naturally, you clamped your arms down, trapping his hands. An unwise decision, but a reflex you couldn’t help. Although you may not have wanted this to stop, enjoying yourself as much as your boyfriends were, you were certain you couldn’t take this forever. In fact, you weren’t even thrashing around, lying almost completely still with the exception of sometimes moving from side to side. Or trying to, rather. Once you had gotten accustomed to the feeling, you were even able to move your shoulders up a little bit, inviting König to reach for another spot as well.

Horangi twisted himself to be able to have easier access to your knees, squeezing them rigorously. As bad as it was, you never kicked your legs. König took notice of you releasing his hands and opted for scratching away at your sides, not wanting to leave them neglected for too long.

“Did your meeting go well? Are you being deployed again soon?”

“Not yet. But don’t worry, I’ll be taking you both with me if I can. They just told me that I should be nicer to the newbies. Not my fault if they’re too incompetent to be here. One of them spilled coffee on our network equipment. How he even got into that room is beyond me.”

“Damn. Sounds like he’ll be in for a rough time. You’re gonna have a word with him? He’s gonna shit his pants, I can tell you that much.”

“Haha, I still remember when we met for the first time. You did seem kind of intimidated by me too.”

“I was considering whether or not I could take you in a fight.”

“What was the conclusion?”

“...Probably not.”

Lovely. Even as they were playing by your rules those two were more obsessed with work than you. Had you not been enjoying yourself you would have smacked them both. König turned to you.

“And about you… Have you learned your lesson yet? Are you satisfied? Don’t pretend to hate this. This has happened far too many times for you to even slightly dislike it.”

The tickling ceased on both ends for a few seconds, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Can you please keep going for a little bit longer? I’m having a good time. Neither of you need to be anywhere, right?”

König grazed your cheek with his knuckles. “No, we’re both done for the day. We can do this a little bit longer. Right?”

Horangi sighed, squeezing your hand a little bit. “Yeah, we can. You seem pretty tired already, though, so I’ll be a bit more gentle.”

“Thank you. That’s fine by me.”

Putting one of your arms over your eyes, you took one last deep breath before the tickling continued. As Horangi promised, it wasn’t nearly as rough this time, just enough to make you giggle. But the electric shocks running through your body were nothing short of pleasant. König joined in as well soon enough, running his fingers across your underarms. For as little time as they’d spend with you from time to time, they would always try to make it up to you, if just with little things like this. As annoying as they could be at times, they made for some pretty loving boyfriends after all.

This continued for a few more minutes, slowing down more and more until they stopped completely. Horangi got off of you, assuming his previous position. König did too, with both men wrapping their arms around you.

“Sorry for neglecting you like that. I hope you feel a little better now.”

“You could have just asked for our attention. König and I always try to make time for you.”

“I know, but I didn’t want to disturb you either, what you did seemed important. But thank you. I feel a lot better now.”

Horangi glanced over at your Switch. “You wanna continue playing?”

“I think I just wanna sleep for now. But if you want, you can play a little bit.”

König sat up and grabbed it from the nightstand. “I think I wanna give it a go. I can’t really do much wrong, right? Besides, the music is really nice.”

As exhausted as you were, you still had to have the energy to change your position. With König lying in the middle, you lying to his left and Horangi to his right, you and the sergeant cuddled up to the colonel, watching him play a little bit. Completely worn out, with the soundtrack doing nothing to keep you awake either, you just gave him some advice on how he should play the game. It was a quiet evening, but you didn’t mind that as much. At the very least you were being paid attention to again.

[jula483]

how to send me into panic 101

[dailykugisaki]

Day 280 | id in alt

Motherfucker didn't say please.

[thefourchimes]

was just thinking about some stuff and...

in a hypothetical modern social media au, what phone and operating system would each of the madrigals use?:

ios

android

a secret third thing (aka the other operating systems that exist but aren't as popular as the other two)

my brain is so asdhfiusdhfhsdf rn but oh well, just thinking thoughts about this lmao

[radioactvunicorn]

one of my friends called mash the "critically acclaimed show from the 1900s that i like" and like i guess you're technically right but why would you say it like that