#the wattpad-tinged fantasy of i can see you

[cozy-the-overlord]

Seeing people complain about the Speak Now vault tracks being too teenagery …. gee, you’d almost think a teenager wrote them /s

[quixotic-writer]

Sexting

Request: Wattpad

Summary: Tour was never easy for both you and Brian, especially with how ‘intimate’ you both loved to be. Thank god for technology and dirty words to help you two make it through.

Warning: Smut ahead!

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When tour rolled around, it never was easy for you and Q. You never could take the time off work to join in with the rest of the jokers or their significant others and gossip over drinks and share a laugh or two.

It was especially hard being lonely in bed with no one to satisfy you. With how horny the both of you were, you were often surprised how long you two would last without each other's touch. You could only do so much with your hands and a vibrator before you craved the real thing again.

You were feeling extra risqué as you organized some of the drawers in your shared bedroom and found a set of lingerie that you barely used — Mostly because Brian wouldn’t take much time taking it off of you and lavishing you because you ‘looked too damn good to wait much longer.’

You draped yourself in the lacey fabric that clung to your skin, showing off your curves and making you feel bold. Your own hands traced over your body as you looked at yourself in the mirror, watching and feeling as the soft skin of your palms embraced each inch of your exposed body. A light bulb went off in your head as you grabbed your phone and checked the time.

‘Hmm… If i’m right, the show should be ending very shortly.’ You thought to yourself as you stepped back into the bathroom with a devilish smirk. With the lights on and fingers running through your hair a few times to get just the right look, you opened up the camera on your phone. Carefully leaning onto the marble bathroom counter with eyes half hooded, chest lowered to show the goods but pushed out to place emphasis on them, and lip between your teeth, you captured your sensual appearance and quickly sent them off to him.

You thought to yourself what he would do if he was still home. He would have lips parted as he licked his lips and smiled at the image before him, you could imagine the low hum that he would make as he stepped closer to you. He would grab the tip of your chin carefully between his thumb and forefinger as he brought your lips to his, moaning as your mouths moved in sync with each other, growing more hungry each time your tongues collided.

His hands would run over the thin fabric covering you. You can faintly feel his touch, the heated palms of his hands would ignite your arousal as they ran over bare skin. He’d repeat over and over how perfect you looked, how sexy you were, and how hard you were making him by just simply being.

You’d feel yourself getting wet, anticipating every move he made, hoping that he’d get to where you wanted him soon. You’d grow desperate as you’d whine while he leaves bruises on your collar bones, sucking a constellation’s worth of hickies to show you were his. His rough, thick fingers would find their way into your panties, and he would moan at the sensation of your soaked pussy.

*Ting*

You were quickly pulled out of your fantasy, feeling a needing sensation between your legs that was all too familiar. You check your phone and smile wider seeing exactly who it was.

Bri: Well hello to you too gorgeous

Bri: fuck you look so sexy

Bri: you already know what would be happening if I were home

Bri: I miss you so much baby. You don’t even know

You got him right where you wanted him and knew how to escalate it some more.

You: I miss you too. I’m so lonely… so desperate… so wet thinking about you

You make your way to the bed, carefully trying to angle the camera to show parted lips and your hand in your panties. You record carefully, dipping your fingers between the folds of your pussy with a small gasp, only to bring them back out to show how wet they were and licking around them with a smile and a giggle.

Off that message went as you dug through your night stand in search of a toy that would help satisfy you for tonight as texting quickly dissolved into filthy sexting.

Bri: Look at how wet you are

Bri: I wish I could call but this tour bus is cramped and I want you all to myself. Never want to share what we have with anyone.

Bri: Fuck that video has me so hard baby

Attached was a video of Bri in his bunk on the tour bus. He carefully lifts the blanket off of him to show a sizable tent in his underwear. His hand comes into frame as he rubs himself over his boxers, you can hear him emit a quiet groan at the sensation and you let out a moan hearing it. You can also hear the other three laughing and chatting in the background. That’s when you knew he had to be really desperate to try his best and be discreet to satisfy himself. And it was all because of you.

You: awww did I make you hard?

You: But don’t worry baby, I can help you ;)

Panties pushed aside and phone propped up against a pillow to record, you rub the head of your dildo at your entrance. You push your head back against the pillows as you slide it inside of you. You moan as you start moving it in and out, angling it to find your sweet spot as you let out breath groans at the filling sensation that you loved.

With your free hand you, you brought your breasts out of the bra, exposing your already hardened nipples to the cold air. You grasp one of them and tweak your nipple, whining at the sensation as you continued to fuck yourself.

Another video sent as you continued to pleasure yourself, waiting in anticipation for the next message.

Bri: Baby girl. Fuck.

Bri: you’re making it so hard to stay quiet

Bri: You sound so beautiful. I love hearing the noises you make

You can imagine him saying it, hearing his voice so clearly as you close your eyes and imagine him on the tour bus right now. You could imagine the small sheen of sweat coating his forehead as his chest rose and fell with hot and heavy breath exhaling through his nostrils. He’d have his eyes closed, imagining you in all your glory just as you are with him, he’d peek at his hard, leaking cock as his fist would tighten around it, imagining that it was you jerking him off. He’d swipe his thumb over the tip, spreading the pre cum all over it to act as lube. A particularly arousing image of you would play in his head that would make his hips falter and teeth catch his lower lip to stop his sinful noises from escaping out of him.

That last thought alone made you do the same as you took your free hand to give attention to your throbbing clit, making you gasp at the sensation of your cold hand on it. Once more, you angle the camera between your legs as you feel your high coming closer and closer as your imagination runs wild, as you pound the dildo hard into your slick pussy, as you circle your fingers carefully around your clit. You let all sounds escape, cries of his name.

“Brian. Fuck. Fuck me so good.”

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cum!”

You kept the dirty talk going, knowing how much he loved to see you fall apart. With a few carefully angled thrusts and hips raised off the bed, you scream in absolute pleasure as your climax consumes your entire being. Your thighs became jelly as your whole body tremors with the overwhelming sensation of every nerve firing off in absolute divine pleasure. As you lay there with little to no energy left, you sent off the final video.

You: See how hard I cum just seeing you get yourself off?

You: I miss you and your thick cock. This dildo has nothing on my B

You see the little chat bubble at the bottom, seeing that Brian is typing off another message.

Brian: I’m gonna cum because of you

You: I wanna see, Bri. Show me how hard I make you cum. How good I make you feel.

You wait a little in anticipation for that final video to come in through. Just imagining it, you feel as though you could go for a second round.

When the video showed up, it was all that you imagined. You could see his fist wrapped tightly around his cock, a bead of precum sitting on the slit of his head. You could hear his muffled moans and quickening breath as he began focusing on the head of his cock, hand bobbing up and down faster, faster, faster.

“F-fuck… (Y/N)” He whimpered in a quiet tone that scratched his throat and almost made his voice crack. His hips moved slightly and rapidly to match and meet the strokes of his hand as his whines began to rise in pitch and the video got a little more shaky. “Gonna make me cum.” Just then, his breath caught in his throat and cum began spilling out of his cock in thick spontaneous spurts, covering his stomach. His hand kept going, making sure to milk each drop out of himself and ride himself through his high. You can hear one moan that slipped in satisfaction of his self pleasure. His fingers ran through the pools of his cum, “Fuck, look at how much you made me cum baby girl.” Heavy breathing came to a halt as the video ended. You felt the aching between your legs again. That video certainly was enough to make you miss him even more and feel even more aroused than you had earlier.

You: That video made me wet all over again

You: I can’t wait for you to come home Bri

Bri: Those videos will hopefully get me through these next few days of the tour. Nothing will ever beat feeling your pretty little pussy around my throbbing cock though, doll

You hum at the words on the screen.

Bri: I gotta clean up this mess now and head to sleep. Thank you for sending me those sexy videos baby. I love you and I’ll be home before you know it <3

You: I love you too B. Time can’t seem to go by fast enough <3

You lock your phone and place it on the nightstand next to you. You stare at the walls for a moment, sitting in the silence for just a moment before you grab your phone once more, unlocking it and watching the videos Brian sent you over and over.

‘One more round never hurt.’ You thought as you grabbed your dildo once again and went to pleasure yourself again to his videos, wishing and waiting for him to be home once again.

[tsainami]

— A MASTERLIST OF T. SAI’S ONGOING PROJECTS

hello, hi! my name is sai (otherwise known - at least at this point in time - as t.sai or @tsainami​) and i write fantasy. (i also avidly read fantasy, which is probably obvious but... if you care to talk about fantasy books... i’m all ears) under the cut you will find a list of all my ongoing, active wips to benefit those who are curious and are seeking to know. i have a total of three primary works. all fantasy (though they do vary in sub genres). as you can read them practically everywhere else i’ve linked, i have included no blurbs in this post - just the main tropes and comp titles + elevator pitches. feel free to take a look see!

↳ adult / ya fantasy > clockpunk — page ⋄ tag ⋄ characters ⋄ playlists ⋄ wattpad

arkane studio’s dishonored meets v. e. schwab’s a darker shade of magic in this story of an outcast from a destroyed universe trying to find his missing heart...

tropes: addictive magic, alternate identity amnesia, ancestral worship, another dimension, another world, artifact of doom, bad powers + good people (and vice versa), betrayal, bizarrchitecture, bit of dungeon punk, crapsack world, creepy clockwork, cults (just a bit in this installment), estranged siblings, family angst, fate worse than death, gray and grey morality, grouchy guardsmen, hero or villain, magic a is magic a, magitek (just a bit in this installment), mausoleums as churches, organ theft, punk punk things, rogue royalty, soul jar, technology vs. magic, time is of the essence (actually tho), villainous rescue. [to be updated]

↳ adult fantasy > science fiction fantasy — page ⋄ tag ⋄ characters ⋄ playlists ⋄ wattpad

mark lawrence’s red sister meets asuka katsura’s blood+ in this tale of religious intrigue set in a world inhabited by a banished race of humans tinged with cannibalistic tendencies... 

tropes: all romantic love is unrequited, a.n.g.s.t., anti-villain, anyone can die, ascent to a higher plane of existence, black-and-grey morality, body horror, corrupted clerics, crystal dragon god, even evil has its standards, fictional racism (sort of - it goes for what type of ‘cannibal’ you are), heretical hell, precursors, science vs. faith, terror heroine. [to be updated]

↳ adult / ya fantasy > historical fiction — page ⋄ tag ⋄ characters ⋄ playlist ⋄ wattpad

osamu dazai’s the setting sun meets amal el-mohtar & max gladstone’s this is how you lose the time war in this story of political intrigue, monsters and magic set in a world inspired by shōwa japan... 

tropes: anti-heroine, bad bromance, botany things, deadpan dueling, curses, fate worse than death, hanahaki disease, japanese folklore & myth, found family + found family fluff + family angst, insert paranormal tropes, immortality pursuits, mad scientist, necromancy, plaaants, politics, several things worse than necromancy + politics (and at least 1 other thing as great as plaaants), rivals to other things, realism with running gags, the tragic villain.  [to be updated]

if you want to be added to the taglists for any of these or my general taglist or have any questions (if that’s a thing) - feel free to yell at me via my ask box! thank you for your time!!! <3

[spicynbachili1]

The app that makes writing less lonely

Picture copyright Inkvite

In case you see a author in a film, most probably she (or he) can be tapping on a laptop computer. However many younger writers are doing it on cell phones, and typically in groups.

Daniel, who makes use of the pen title LisVender, begins the story, which his writing crew decides to name A Small Case of Author’s Block.

The tapping of Sara’s pen in opposition to her glasses grew to become so rhythmic that it seemed like a metronome set to allegretto. She spun in her swivel chair, watching the bookcases in her research swing by. She needed to admit it: her story was caught, her characters have been caught, and so was she.

Ella, pen title Elle, who has 313 tales below her belt, then picks up the story.

Sighing, she slumped ahead, brow hitting the desk with a thump. How was she going to maintain the plot rolling ahead, give her characters the event they wanted? Her eyes swivelled to the window, the glass frosted over with skinny ice. Possibly a stroll exterior within the chilly

At 276 characters, Elle has practically reached her 280 restrict, so she stops mid-sentence and passes the story to the subsequent author. (You’ll be able to learn the remainder of the story on the backside of this web page.)

Picture copyright Inkvite

Welcome to the world of Inkvite, considered one of a variety of creative-writing platforms fashionable with youngsters and younger adults within the US. It permits customers to share tales, touch upon them, and in addition collaborate.

Right here, 5 Inkvite authors clarify its attraction.

Gabriela – pen title, Athalia

I am a scholar in Houston, Texas. I’ve dreamed of being a broadcast author since I used to be little.

I’ve posted greater than 390 tales on the Inkvite app up to now two years, specialising in fantasy and science fiction.

We categorical quite a lot of our interior turmoil and feelings on the app. It is one of many issues that brings us collectively.

Some writers do that by their fiction, others deal with the platform extra like an open diary.

I bear in mind one time I noticed what my pal Phoenix had written and I knew she was in hassle.

Picture copyright Phoenix

I might inform Phoenix was going by turmoil and severe stress, venting her feelings within the story.

However I might additionally see that she was reaching out for assist. In order that’s why I devoted a narrative to her, for encouragement, which I posted on Inkvite that very same evening.

Picture copyright Athalia

Phoenix messaged me privately on the app to say she appreciated it. We are able to additionally go away public suggestions on tales.

Inkvite offers you assist, each inventive and emotional. It is tight-knit.

I believe it is cool as a result of we’re all these strangers writing on an app, however now we have this mutual respect and we deal with one another as household.

Yi Ting – pen title, Clara

Picture copyright Yi Ting

I bear in mind I cried once I learn Athalia’s writing on Inkvite. She writes updates about her household life and poetry. I wrote messages to assist her.

If I learn one thing miserable, I would message her to say, “if something occurs to you sooner or later you’ll be able to all the time discover me and speak to me”. I hope she feels higher.

Picture copyright Athalia

I joined Inkvite once I was 12 in 2016. At first I used to be nonetheless discovering my very own writing type. I am Malaysian and it is a approach to enhance English. Now I do primarily fantasy and romance. It is good to have folks to assist you of their feedback – writing is mostly a lonely path.

I write in pairs, however by no means a 4. It is too crowded. Once I collaborate I like writing with Elle. Fortunately, due to the time distinction, she begins early and I write late at evening. I used to be a fan of Elle’s tales and he or she had been a motivation for me to maintain on writing, so I messaged her and I requested for a collaboration.

Ella – pen title, Elle

I began writing once I was 10. I by no means shared any of my work with anybody, simply saved it on a file on a pc. My mates finally inspired me to interrupt out of my bubble. From across the age of 14 I began writing on Inkvite.

I moved round quite a bit in my childhood: Connecticut, New York, New Jersey. I used to be altering colleges on a regular basis. I am typically shy, making mates was troublesome.

Inkvite and its writing group was a continuing for me, when the whole lot was altering.

Social writing platforms

Inkvite is just one of a variety of apps that allow folks to write down on their cell phone, touch upon one another’s work, and chat publicly and privately. Others embody:

Wattpad – Began in 2006 and based mostly in Canada, it has greater than 70 million customers and 400 million uploaded tales, making it a lot larger than Inkvite

Movellas – A platform based in Denmark in 2009 – it is fashionable with youngsters and has been utilized in colleges as a option to educate English

Penana – Like Inkvite, it permits for collaborative writing – it additionally has charts for “most appreciated” and “most commented” customers

FanFiction.internet – Created in 1998, it has hundreds of thousands of customers, who write tales impressed by TV reveals, comics or movies

I used to write down each evening on my cell after I would completed my homework.

I admit once I began out, it was a stress launch. I like the actual fact it is nameless – no one is aware of your actual title, however they get to know you thru simply your writing.

Picture copyright Inkvite

I needed on-line relationships to assist my writing and I additionally needed to assist different folks on their writing journeys. However I’ve by no means met any of my Inkvite mates in actual life.

Now I am in my first yr of school in Georgia. My time is extra scattered however I nonetheless to favor to write down at evening, in my dorm.

I was extra idealistic, I needed to be a broadcast author. It is type of intangible, however I do know I can self-publish.

Daniel – pen title, LisVender

I dwell in Riverbank, California.

I work for a trucking firm, within the again workplace. I do the billing.

I like fantasy and horror, so naturally I am a Stephen King fan.

I am 38, most likely one of many oldest folks on the app.

How Inkvite started

Launched by London-based entrepreneur Chris Helm in 2015

Impressed by writers’ camps run by hip-hop artists, the place a bunch of writers works on lyrics, and the artist curates the outcomes

The app has been downloaded greater than 85,000 occasions, producing 110,000 tales

4 out of 5 customers are feminine and the biggest age group is 14-18

Younger writers are used to contributing to threads on their telephones, Helm says, so this fashion of writing comes naturally to them

Inkvite works rather well as a result of it appears like you’re getting out a fast textual content, or a tweet or one thing. You get an thought in your head, you might be standing on a bus, or on a break at work, when an thought hits you. You do not have that interval the place you’re staring on the keyboard or clean web page.

It appeals to that smartphone psychology, there are notifications in your cellphone, the app tells you when it is your activate a narrative – once you see that little crimson dot with the quantity on it, you go, “Oh I want to do this.”

Picture copyright Inkvite

If you find yourself writing by yourself, linear fiction, concepts go up like tent poles. However once you write in a crew, issues can go in a totally surprising path.

It is a fantastic factor to relinquish management of writing.

Generally you get a brand new perspective on the story that makes it thrilling. Somebody would possibly present an perception into a personality that you just had not thought of. There’s quite a lot of alternatives to shock one another.

Melanie – pen title, DriftingSilently

Picture copyright Melanie

I used to be drawn to Inkvite as a result of I needed to write down issues that I did not essentially wish to have my shut mates learn.

I used to be an adolescent when the app began, and beloved with the ability to immediately join with individuals who have been completely different ages and from different components of the world than me. I might share my work with folks with out questions like, “Is that this character me?” or “Why is that this so darkish/bizarre/and many others?” that I’d have gotten from sharing fiction over a private weblog.

The app is an effective approach for me to observe how I’ve grown as a author and individual. I’ve since deleted a few of my extra juvenile works, but it surely’s a option to humble myself. I am unable to act like I am higher than children on the app, as a result of they will scroll again on my profile and browse some angsty factor I wrote in 2012.

Picture copyright Inkvite

Once I was posting frequently, it was good to have the ability to see a child’s one-paragraph story about their day at college subsequent to my sonnets, and my tales subsequent to these of somebody twice my age.

I began writing as a result of I’ve quite a lot of creativity that I needed to share, and since it was good to have my ideas validated as “written work”.

I stayed with writing, and the app, for the deeper relationships that may kind from sharing concepts.

This is the ending of A Small Case of Author’s Block, with contributions from Clara and Melanie.

[maybe a walk in the cold…] would spark one thing. Certainly, the chilly air untangled a few of her messy ideas. The timber swayed within the wind, and the sky was gray. Her story was set within the chilly climate, too – which she might relate now as her fingertips froze. She wandered within the streets, dreaming of a

sensible end to the chapter she’d been engaged on for thus lengthy. As Sara watched the primary snowflakes of the season start to float down, her ideas fell into place as nicely. She marched again inside. Generally all it took was a breath of crisp air to freshen her thoughts.

Dougal Shaw is on Twitter: @dougalshawBBC

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[the-freckle-game-is-strong-blog]

ECT

(This is an old story I wrote, featuring Riley/Steampunk one of my own characters, a while back before tumblr was my main platform. I figured now I’m returning to the fandom I might repost it here. This is not her origin story but if you’re unfamiliar with my character, it’s still easy enough to follow and a nice introduction. It’s a little NSFW know. And the format is buggered cause it was moved from wattpad ahhh) Chest aching, heart pounding, vision blurring. Not So Steady Legs Pulling herself to her feet, Riley let out an agonised groan as she found her balance. Looking around, the Scot rubbed her temples as she got her bearings. After recovering from her umpteenth stumble that day, the battered woman let out a sorrowful cry; salty tears dripping down her bloodied albino skin. It was a wonder she even had to strength to pull herself together long enough to even drag herself into the hospital. - Everything from then onward was a blur to her. She barely remembered having her wounds stitched and being x-rayed so they could perform the correct operations to realign her broken bones. She supposed they had been too scared after that to rouse herself from her anaesthetic induced slumber. How long she’d been under, she didn’t know for sure. However, she did know where she was when she woke up. She’d been here before for a total of five minutes before she had blacked out from herself again for that half of the year. - “ Here at Saint Frances’ Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane we pride ourselves in our care of wayward young lambs like yourself, Miss Blackwood, ” The voice droned into her head, causing Riley to squirm slightly as she kept her gaze to the ground. “ However, we will not tolerate another escape attempt like last time is that understood? Young lady? ” The snapping of the woman’s fingers caused her to jump in paranoia, looking around in twitchy panic. “ U-Understood, ” Riley assured her in response, wiggling slightly in her seat; tugging at the restraints keeping her bound to her chair. “ Lovely, well then, now that we have that out of the way… I am Sister Agatha, I will be watching over your progress and your therapy until such a time the Lord blesses you with your sanity again, ” The Nun told her, patting her head. “ Now, given your current mental position, our personal program is beginning with a little round of electroshock therapy, ” At the mention of this particular flavour of cure, Riley sat bolt upright in fright. “ Wait, w-what? ” The albino stuttered, receiving another pat on the head, her ginger rooted hair fluffing up even more as consequence. “ Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, doll. Doctor O'Hara will oversee everything. He’s done this to patients hundreds times and his success rate is a thousand to one, ” Sister Agatha assured her, taking dainty steps towards the doorway as a sharply dressed man stepped inside. He was a young but mature man, dressed in long coat and formal shoes. His hair was waxed with obvious care and she was sure she could see the tinge of blusher present on his cheeks. Overall, he was a very well groomed man. Of course, the devil can be beautiful. He was once an angel, after all. “ Good evening, Sister Agatha, ” O'Hara said on passing to the Nun, who bowed her head slightly on her way out. Turning his hawklike green eyes on Riley, he flashed a grin as his hand slid over the control lever for the ECT machine. “ And you must be Riley. My, my… I’ve heard a lot about you, my girl. I must admit, I have a morbid curiosity when it comes to murder. How many victims have you claimed now, miss Blackwood? ” He asked, as he let his hand fall from the controls as he began to prepare the syringe containing the anaesthetic. “ I haven’t… I didn’t… ” Riley struggled, continuing to writhe in her chair, shaking almost. “ Your file says twenty one. Twenty one people… Mm, but I think it’s more. If you weren’t satisfied with one, what would the extra twenty matter? So give me a rough idea here, how many more bodies should we be owing credit to you for? ” O'Hara asked, as he continued to fiddle with items just out of the Scotswoman’s sight. When he didn’t receive a reply, he continued on in monologue. “ Well, no matter. I’m sure none of them could be quite as interesting as your first two. Sororicide and matricide… Not to mention the first also being infanticide. I do wonder what makes you tick. What makes people like you tick. I’ve long dreamed of the day I finally get to pull a serial killer’s head apart… Fantasied about what I’d do if I got a hold of that Jeffrey Woods fellow or one Natalie Ouellette. Of course, I never imagined I’d ever get the chance. At least not anyone interesting. I’ve picked apart murderers before but even here they’re not really anyone of importance. All the greats are still out there, causing chaos on the great turntable of life. In here, it’s all the same. None of them have any sort of method behind their madness… And then you arrived. To think, you turned yourself in. Oh, I’m dying to see all the little things you have wrong with you, ” He practically gushed. To say Riley felt sick, was an understatement. Weren’t these Shrink Doctor types supposed to help? Sure, working in a mental asylum would chip away at anyone but this guy? He was positively cracked. The mad Doctor brought up the needle to her body, delivering a pressing and acute pain to her wrist while she struggle and that was when Riley knew this had been a terrible choice. - Weeks had passed as slow as decades. Riley had lost track of what day of the week it was surprisingly fast. She received electroshock therapy from Doctor O'Hara, thrice a day just like the mushy meals they served her. Most cases only ever needed eight treatments in total and even most who had it prescribed regularly only got it three times a week. There had been some talk of lobotomy at first, when she seemed unresponsive to treatment but it soon died down after she became the role model of a good patient. She didn’t speak, she didn’t fight and she didn’t resist her medication like far too many of her ward mates were known to. At the present moment, she sat restrained and hooked up to the ECT machine. Usually, anaesthetic was applied but it seemed O'Hara had become impatient of late as he played jigsaw with her psyche. This wasn’t the first occasion however this had happened and, while she could not recall it, this was not the first time her body had been through such extreme punishment. The distortion was almost similar to Slender sickness and that soothed her, in a twisted kind of way. The pain, the memory loss, the being powerless to stop it… It was just a more controlled version of her entire adult life. She wasn’t sure if she should shriek in agony or laugh at the irony. Either way it didn’t matter, her jaw was strapped shut and the best she could do was whimper. “ Now, now… Riley, ” O'Hara said, tutting at her as he pushed the leaver of the machine down to off. “ Why must you be so difficult? If you would just talk to me, maybe we wouldn’t have to continue with this, ” The Doctor mused, as he undid the leather keeping her head bound. Looking up through her bloodshot, once vibrant purple eyes, Riley shook her head a little bit in response. “ No… ” She whimpered, crying. “ What do you mean ‘no’? Do you want me to turn the machine on again? ” O'Hara snapped, unimpressed. “ No… ” Riley repeated, through her tears. “ Why? ” The Doctor demanded in irritation. “ I’m not allowed… I’m not the one in charge here… ” The albino answered obediently from behind her scruffy hair, that was currently hanging all over her face; in bloom with ginger patches that needed to be redone. “ No, you’re not. I am, and I’m telling y- ” “ No you’re not, ” She responded, cutting him off; much unlike her. Usually, she was too stricken with fear to do anything considered rude towards him. Coming a brow, O'Hara watched her carefully. “ Well, that’s just ridiculous but I suppose you are mad. So, share with me some of that perspective, little dove. Tell me, if I’m not in charge… And you’re not in charge… And we are the only two people here… Who is in charge? ” He asked her. His response was barley audible and sounded something like 'her’ but equally it was too soft to confirm. “ Louder, miss Blackwood, ” He encouraged. “ I am, ” This time the girl’s voice came much clearer, know it had a certain edge to it now. A cocky sneer spread across her pale and chapped lips. Her eyes seemed to return to the lively, untameable violet that suited them so well; staring a hole into the Doctor’s soul from behind her bangs, that somehow now seemed more blue than ginger rather than vice versa. And, quite suddenly, his heart was pounding violently and he was afraid. It all seemed to happen so fast after that. The lights, the lights that had been so reliable all the years he’d worked there, began to flicker on and off like a war drum on steady but challenging beat. Drawers and cupboards came flying open as unsecured pieces of furniture were knocked over in wake of a unseen power. Windows began to bang open and closed, in time with the creaking of the doors and the staircases. In each flash of light he had between the darkness, O'Hara only grew more unsettled. He could feel himself panting as he took in the images that he was graced with by the blinking lightbulb and the much duller light of the pale blue moon. The first gasp of brilliance painted a very similar picture as before for him. There sat his patient, or at least, his patient’s body. There was something very different about Riley now. What it was, he couldn’t say for sure but he could feel it. Primal survival instincts that man had not used since the days Mammoths roamed the world were kicking into overdrive, old dust being blown aside in wake of this ancient danger. What happened next only seemed to confirm his worries. One second she was there. The next time he got to see the chair… Remained only wires and empty space. She was gone. She was not in her chair. And then she was right in front of him, barley inches from his face. As he backed up, he fell over something unseen. Continuing to back away even in this less than optimal position, he couldn’t find his voice to scream. If he did, guards would be here in seconds. They knew he was in here attending to one of the most infamous female killers of this century… Why weren’t they here already? How had they not heard all this clatter? “ Hi. What’s your name, you little abomination? ” This question came accompanied by sudden tranquility. The chaos came to a stop. Everything came to a stop. Now it was just him, her and silence. “ Y-You know my name, miss Blackwood, now… Please… Return to your chair. Now, Riley! ” He commanded. Why, why he wasn’t shouting for help was a mystery. Was it because he was curious? Because he was now, for the first time, really getting somewhere with her? Perhaps. “ 'Riley’? My, my, my… I’m afraid you have me confused. Riley’s the wretched little trembling coyote. I am miss valour wolf. I admit, it is quite a transformation but not one word of a lie. She’s the pathetic mouse who bows her head. I am the bad bitch she calls on when we need to get shit done. My name is Steampunk the Purple Eyed, stud muffin, yours? ” Steampunk asked, as she fiddled with the buckles of her undone straitjacket; naturally it couldn’t be done up in order to strap her to the chair. How she’d gotten out of said chair was beyond him- That was when he noticed it. It hadn’t been too noticed because of the straitjacket before and because he hadn’t been paying so much attention to it, his head was other places… But now it was hard to ignore, his eyes snapping to it in horror. The unnatural shape of it, the already obvious selling and the way it hung limply. She had dislocated her own wrist. The thought alone was enough to make him sick. She had managed to force her bones out of place, enough so she could slip out her hand and undo her restrains and she’d done it scarily fast too. Almost as if she’d done it before. It didn’t even seem to bother her, she seemed barley aware of how it flopped around loosely as she made hand gestures. Dislocations were never a pretty site but some of them were pretty mild, like the arm. Painful, yet but nothing too horrific but wrists? They required surgery followed by casts for as many months. She’d just inflicted a gut-wrenching, long term injury upon herself and she was giving it all the attention of a paper cut. “ I-I apologise, m-my name is Oliver, Oliver O'Hara, ” The Doctor stuttered out, holding his hands up defensively. “ Ah, okay. Oliver~ I’ve always loved that name. What a ring that is, huh? Oliver… You can name your kid after a food and a vital internal organ, how great’s that!? ” Steam cheered, giggling as some orange froth rolled off her tongue. “ I love kids, but God… People are awful at naming them. Like, poor Riley for example. Her dad named her that. You know what his name was? Rylan. If gramma or gramps ain’t called Rylyn or Ryland or something, I owe you ten bucks. I think everyone should do what my dad did, let a faceless demon name your kid when they come of age to join the life of servitude. Worked out great for me, I like my name, ” She babbled. O'Hara honestly didn’t know what to make of this sudden turn of events, or how he was supposed to react. Well, any normal person would scream or run but he was… Well, he was intrigued. “ Fascinating… Dissociative Identity Disorder… ” He muttered, watching he as he shakily got to his feet again. “ Actually darling, I’m a lower class Slenderbeing who just happens to be tethered to this meatbag’s soul since I manifested from her, ” Steampunk corrected, “ Nice try know. ” “ Mm, and delusional… Schizophrenia, perhaps? ” O'Hara considered, receiving a scoff. “ Darling, please, I’m far too gorgeous for your silly little labels. Do I look like a discount coat to you? No, I’m designer. ” “ Make that Narcissistic Personality Disorder too, ” He added, mesmerised as he grabbed a notepad to scrawl in. “ So, not much of a screamer? Can imagine the wife is too please by that, ” Steam commented, receiving a quirked brow. “ You’re standing in a room with a celebrity killer and you’re acting like I’m a one eyed kitten, ” She grumbled. “ I’m morbidly curious abo- ” “ Who was it? ” Steam interrupted. “ Excuse me? ” O'Hara responded with a frown. “ I said, who was it? Who’d you kill? ” The albino asked. “ What’re you- I- I have no idea what you’re talking about, ” The Doctor insisted. “ Then why are you standing two feet from a serial killer and acting fascinated instead of scared? I can see it in your eyes, you’re frightened… But only because you know you’re not on par with me, ” Steam continued. “ So go on, morbidly curious? Sure, but not about me. About yourself. You want to know why you did it, and why you want to do it again, dare I say… How to do it again? ” She suggested. “ Sororicide, it’s a very particular kind of murder… You’d know that yourself, ” O'Hara answered the question, if in a round about way. “ Ah, a sister… Gotcha, ” Steam said, nodding her head a little bit. “ Sisters, ” O'Hara corrected. “ It was… Glorious… ” He said with a nod of his head. Steam reached over, which caused him to flinch before relief swept over him as she only gave him a pat on the back. “ Well, perhaps I can make you a deal. I’m good but I’m not psychic and I’m too weak for my usual means of transport. Distract the guards outside long enough for me to slip away and then maybe my tongue will be loosened enough to let slip some trade secrets, ” Steam suggested, giving a playful wink. - It was an odd turn of events that ended up with Oliver O'Hara sitting in the living room of his plush, well decked out apartment and sharing a drink with Riley 'Steampunk’ Blackwood. “ So, who is it you’re planning to murder now, Oli? ” Steam inquired. “Well, I’m out of biological sisters… So I thought I might as well start with the Biblical ones. Beginning with that Sister Agatha, damn, I’ll enjoy that, ” He told her, closing his eyes as he envisioned it. “ Well, aren’t you just the sickest little pup, ” Steampunk considered as she stood up, looking out the window as she began to slip off her straitjacket. “ Wait, what’re you doing? ” He asked her, staring at her enthralled as she threw off the garment. “ What? You didn’t expect me to keep that on, did you? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, ” She teased, as she adjusted her bra strap slightly. “Shut up. ” “ Make me, ” The albino challenged him, only to find herself pinned with lips on hers. - Steampunk hummed to herself, as she stared at the glimpse of the sunrise the open window near the bed provide. Feeling O'Hara’s fingertips trail down her bare skin, she shivered softly before turning around to face him; ignoring the slight squelching the wet sheets made. “ Well, I definitely need that, ” She purred softly, flashing a coy smirk before slipping out of bed; pulling on her panties and his shirt that he’d discarded the night previous. Making her way through to the kitchen, she heard him follow behind her as she poured herself a glass of water. “Yeah, me too, pussy cat. ” “ 'Pussy cat’? Fuck off, ” Steam responded, scrunching up her nose and shaking her head a little as she swirled her glass; nearly choking on her drink as she felt him spank her. Her eyes narrowed in dangerous warning. “ Sorry. It’s just, I haven’t done that in forever. Not since my sisters died, ” He said, leaning against the wall. “ What? Celebratory fuck? Blow all the inheritance on a hooker? ” Steam asked, her fur thoroughly bristled. She had quite obviously been rubbed the wrong way. “ Why would I spend cash on some skank when I had two warm bodies? Oh, you wouldn’t believe the things I did to them, alive and dead, ” This sparked Steampunk’s attention end. “ Oh, really? ” She inquired, as she walked over to the sink; the water she’d drank coming from the fridge rather than the tap. Dunking her glass under the water, she fidgeted around in the murk with her good hand for a moment before she felt a slight pain and saw a tinge of Crimson on the soapy water. Her fingers found the handle and tightened, waiting. “ Didn’t think you’d be into that… But, tell me, you’d never do that to me, would you? ” Steam inquired. “ Never, doll face, ” O'Hara answered coolly. “ Then tell me, how come you picked up that handgun on the way out of the bedroom? ” The Proxy asked, turning her head to look at him accusingly. The Doctor’s eyes widened and the hand he had hidden away behind him began to swing around to fire the gun, right through her skull. But he wasn’t quick enough. Even if Steampunk had been a regular human, she was still far more experienced than him; even with a blade that wasn’t her weapon of choice. If she was armed, she was dangerous. Her hand came out of the sink in a flurry of water droplets that soaked both of them, the knife she brandished cut through the air with sharp precision despite being dirty. Her aim was perfect and before he even had a chance to take the shot, Steampunk glided her blade through the skin of his throat; burying it deep before whipping it along as if she was doing something as easy as opening a zip. Warm blood squirted out of his neck like a sprinkler, splattering Steampunk in the foul smelling bodily fluid as O'Hara let out desperate gurgling noises; his eyes widened in mighty surprise. “ You shouldn’t look so shocked, love, I’m a black widow after all. Soon enough I would’ve bit you, ” She assured him, watching as his body went limp and fell to the ground with a loud thump. He toppled like a tree, a crimson puddle growing around him from the moment he connected with the floor. His handgun clattered off to the side somewhere, sliding and disappearing under a table. “ I mean, you electrocuted the living shut out of me for weeks. Well, my body at any rate. You really think I was gonna let you get away with that? Nu-uh, I just prolonged your life because I was… Morbidly curious, ” She declared to the corpse, coy smile on face as his blood trickled down her body. “ Besides… What sort of sick fuck doesn’t regret hurting their sister? What you did to those poor girls… Murder I can sympathise with but not that… I wish I could’ve had the time to toy with you before you died. Castrate you maybe, that could be fun… You’re lucky. I would’ve tortured you until your sisters ghosts error laughing their asses off at you, you evil prick, ”. Gathering herself up, Steampunk sighed and in a very theatrical, over the top action she drove her knife right into his groin. “ Close enough. Have fun having no junk in the afterlife, dickhead… Ah, shit! That’s what I should’ve done! I should’ve made you an actual dickhead, fuck! Why can’t I think because I act? ” She complained, shaking her head as a familiar static began to wash over her and dictate her actions. “ Took you long enough to find me, Governor. ”