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“Baby, I think we should go.” You nudged Billie, who sat beside you and was too engrossed in her conversation with Claudia and Marinelli to have noticed your tired expression earlier. She turned to hear the sound of your voice, and you noticed how her eyes drooped slightly as well.
The party was a celebration event for one of Billie’s mutual friends from around four years prior, and you originally didn’t want to go. Maybe it was because of the dating rumors between Billie and this friend of hers at the time, but you blamed it on the lack of sleep due to your harsh job. Billie had begged you to accompany her, though, promising to leave around 11 p.m., but it was 1 a.m. and she was still sitting around the couch with her hand on your thigh.
“Ten minutes, please.” She begged you, ignoring your need for sleep as you had to go to work around seven hours later. You were ready to respond when Marinelli tapped on her shoulder, presumably to get her attention again, and she didn’t wait for an answer before indulging herself in the conversation she was previously in.
You sighed, your eyes drooping a little bit, and you knew that the earliest you’d be leaving was thirty minutes, not ten. Seeing a hand wave at you through your peripherals, you tilted your head to see Finneas waving you over from the barside, a drink set off to the side for you.
You moved Billie’s hand from your thigh, the girl seemingly not noticing, and you made your way over to Finneas, eyeing him tilt the drink toward the edge of the bar. You gave him a smile. “Love ‘ya, Finn.”
“Anything for my future sister-in-law.” You pushed his shoulder, taking the cup that was filled with ginger ale and wasting half the cup in one gulp. Bartenders and their ridiculous amounts of ice. “You tired?’
“A little bit,” you hovered your index finger over your thumb, giving him a visual to which he laughed at, “but Billie wants to talk to Marinelli and Claudia more, so I’m trying my hardest to not pass out.”
“I can give you a ride home if you want. Billie’s clearly not taking your own needs into mind.” Finneas offered. You waved him off, telling him it was fine and that you would just… sleep at your desk at work, finishing off the ginger ale and asking the bartender for a glass of water.
You and Finneas talked for a little, maybe five minutes, before he was hit in the head with a pingpong ball on purpose, a couple of his friends trying to catch his attention to get him to play. He turned to you, teeth flashing in a smile to try and get your permission to go, to which you just pushed him off the stool and he left you alone.
You loved Billie’s smile—a happy glint in her eye as she laughed at something Claudia said—but your admiration was disrupted when someone tapped you on the shoulder. Turning, you saw a man, 5’10 in height and dressed in all brown, giving you a smile and a tooth gem sitting on one of his front teeth. “Hey, pretty girl.”
He sat by you to your dismay, deciding not to retaliate at his comment. You were never good at dealing with guys (or girls) flirting with you; Billie usually handled it for you with an arm around the waist or a kiss to the cheek. “You’re dating Billie, yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“Well,” he turned his head, eyeing Billie and seeing her engrossed in a conversation, “she’s not looking, and I think you’re pretty fine. What do you say to me and you in the upstairs bathroom? It’s pretty big and soundproofed, if you know what I mean.” He sent you a wink, and the urges to throw up on him and throw your cup at him met together in your mind.
“I think I’m good.” You scooted away from him slightly, but he only moved his bar stool closer toward you. The bartender delivered your water, but you didn’t want to drink it anymore. “You sure, girl? I mean,” he said, planting his hand on your thigh, in the same position Billie had her hand on, “I can give you the pleasure; I’m almost positive Billie doesn’t give you any-”
“Says who?” You flinched at the familiar voice, whipping your head behind you to see Billie sending the man a death glare. “You don’t know shit, Markus. Come on.” She grabbed hold of your upper arm in a fierce grip, pulling you out of the bar stool and out of the house entirely. Her decency was still there in her mind to open the passenger door for you, but not enough decency as she slammed it shut in rage.
“Billie-”
“No.” She said it simply, her voice awfully calm, and you wouldn’t have thought she was so mad if she didn’t have smoke fuming out of her ears. The drive home was silent. You had decided not to try to talk to her because it would only break out into a major argument.
“Why didn’t you tell him to fuck off? Go and fucking chop his hand off of your thigh?” Her voice rang in your ears as you made it home, walking up the steps to the front door, when you heard the venom that swam through her tone.
“Don’t you go and start blaming me for this.” You fought off her words, or at least tried to. “None of this would’ve happened if you just kept your promise, and we would’ve left two hours ago! But no, it’s fucking one a.m. and you decided to not care about my needs—shit, Billie, I have to leave for work in five hours!”
“Get inside.” She demanded, ultimately shoving you inside the house when you decided not to do what she said. She turned on the light that was beside the front door, illuminating the front of the house and parts of the living room as well. “Don’t you touch me like-”
“Take off your clothes.” The finger you pointed in her direction dropped, and your eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“Take off your clothes. I’m not gonna ask again.” Billie was already undressing, hanging her coat on the rack beside the door, and unbuttoning the dress shirt that you had requested she wear. Her hands traveled to her belt, unbuckling the leather fabric, and it was then that you snapped out of your trance.
“No,” you hardly ever said no to her, and you said it for good reason. You were definitely into rough sex with Billie—more into it than anything else—but you knew that the more mature route was to talk out her rage, not fuck it out.
You knew you were right. Still, you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your mouth when Billie got you up against the wall. Her hand dug into your pants and underwear, her thumb slowly circling your clit with pressure that’d have you on the edge if she were to rub faster.
“No? Say that one more time for me, baby, and I’ll stop.” The hand that wasn’t cupped around your heat was unbuttoning your jeans button, giving her hand more mobility and allowing her fingers to dip down to your entrance. The tips of her fingers brushed against your hole, and you grinded against her hand in an attempt to get her to properly finger you.
“I’m not hearing you, love.”
“Don’t, d-don’t stop,” You stuttered out, your hands meeting her waist while you grinded into her hand. A smirk slithered it’s way onto her face, her index finger circling around your hole, making you whine out. She grabbed your hand from her waist and planted it against her crotch, your senses alerting you that she had a strap-on.
“You’ve had that on all night?” You met Billie’s gaze, immediately shrinking at how dark her look was. A smirk still sat on her face, and she licked her lips when you started to rub the silicone against your palm.
“I planned on fucking you to sleep, but oh god, this is so much better. Isn’t it?” Her lips met yours, her hand leaving yours that was keen on rubbing her bulge and gripping the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into her as her movements on your clit fastened. You were a moaning mess, the sounds muffled by Billie’s tongue shoved into your mouth as she redirected the two of you to the couch, not once breaking contact.
You broke contact when Billie pushed you onto the couch. Her touch was more gentle compared to before, but you knew she still had steam to blow off. She settled in between your legs, her tongue licking at your hip while her hands moved to take off your jeans, her tongue moving down your right leg the further she took the fabric off of you.
The sight of you biting your lip, trying not to beg her while looking at her with doe eyes and your mouth agape, was something she would never tire of seeing. “You never fail to look so pretty—all mine and never anyone else’s.” Her voice contorted into a slight growl at the end, seemingly remembering why you were now submissive to her on the couch.
Despite the heat of the situation you found yourself in, a light blush tinted your cheeks at her praises, finding them sweet even if she was about to fuck your brains out.
“Now,” she crawled up slightly, her head inches away from your core and her hands gripping your hips where the hems of your underwear were, “I’ll show you the pleasure that fuckhead thinks I can’t give you, yeah?” You nodded vigorously, the two sharp, fang-like teeth that were biting down into your lip starting to draw blood as you waited for her.
Billie sat up, her ass resting on the balls of her feet as she took your underwear off, mouth salivating at the sight of your glistening core even in the slight darkness. Usually, she’d tease you and make you beg for her to put her tongue on your clit, but tonight she was too impatient and dove straight in.
Your hand flew to her hair, grabbing a bunch of it as you let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of Billie licking up and down your folds, the pressure of her tongue hardening as she’d flick over your clit. “Fuck!”
She removed her tongue from your clit, and you let out a distressed whine before letting out a shocked moan at the feeling of her thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit. Her tongue moved to your hole, licking around the area, making you buck your hips up against her face. You knew she was using her saliva as lubrication for the silicone, but it didn’t make the feeling any less pleasurable.
“Mmph, oh…” She ran her tongue over your entrance one more time before spitting on the area, and you’d hate to admit how hot the sight of that was. Your hips bucked up once more as she removed both her tongue and fingers from you, but you didn’t whine because you knew what was coming.
Billie pushed herself up on her elbows, leaning forward to capture you in a harsh kiss, and you could feel her hand travel to the silicone cock she had, not even aware she had taken her pants off. “Be a good girl for me and take all of it, okay?” She asked when her lips left yours, and you nodded with wider eyes than before while your teeth found your bottom lip again.
She crowded her face into your neck, bruisingly sucking on an area to make a hickey while she lined herself up against you. She bit your neck when she thrust her hips forward, filling you with half of the silicone, and you let out a pornographic (though true) moan at the feeling of the girthy, long cock stuffing into you.
“Shit, shit! Faster, please go faster.” You begged her; any self respect you had for yourself was thrown out the window when Billie thrust herself completely into you. Her attack on your neck continued while pumping in and out of you, starting out slow for your own sake but getting the memo to move faster when you hungrily humped against her cock, a desperate search for pleasure ensuing.
She bit, nipped, licked, and sucked around the area on your neck before letting go with a pop, her eyes narrowing at the sight of a large, purple hickey right above your pulse point. She met your lips once more, and you barely kissed back from the daze you found yourself in, Billie’s hips now rocking back and forth impossibly fast.
“Oh, fuck. Look at you all wet and tight around me. My girl.” Billie purred, now sitting up on her knees, allowing her to capture your entire body in her line of sight. Your breasts jumped heavenly against the thin fabric of your shirt, and your head was thrown back, mouth open, because how else could you be letting out the moans that filled Billie’s ears better than any piece of music ever could?
“Shit!” You flung your head forward, strands of hair sticking to your face from sweat, and watched as Billie’s silicone moved in and out of you with ease. That feeling you knew all too well, one where a coil in your stomach was burning, had returned. With every thrust, you felt it was going to snap, and soon.
“God, how I’d love to add this sight of you,” Billie bent over slightly, her hand grazing your cheek and tilting your head to look up at her, “to my collection. How I’d love nothing more than to masturbate to a video of you writhing underneath me when I’m fucking you just like this.”
Billie videotaping the two of you being intimate wasn’t an uncommon experience, but she didn’t do it all the time. You allowed her to do it when she first asked you, and the sight of you in that moment, breasts on display and bouncing while your hair was messed up and covering your forehead, was a sight that Billie wanted to savor. And savor, she did that time, and another time, and another.
She originally brought the idea up because she missed you more than anything while on tour, meaning she missed your body and how you looked underneath her as well. So, when it was close to midnight and her brother and mother were out, she’d pull up the collection she made of you in her photos, and she’d happily finger herself at a video of you sucking off her silicone or getting rammed by it.
She stuck her thumb into your mouth, which you happily sucked on, biting down on it when you felt Billie hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. She groaned at the feeling of your teeth clenching around her finger because she was fucking you too well, and she could tell you were close to releasing when you started twitching.
“I know you’re close, baby, am I right?” Billie grabbed your left leg, pushing it up and over her ankle, allowing her to fuck you deeper and harder. You gasped around her finger, eagerly nodding at her words. You moved your right hand to brush the hair out of your face, holding yourself up slightly to watch as Billie slammed the silicone cock in and out of you with ease.
“Billie—fuck! I’m gonna cum; can I cum?” Desperation was more than evident in your voice, and you had been teased and forced to beg one too many times to the point where it was instinctive to ask for permission. Billie only grinned, resting the side of her face against your leg that was on her shoulder while she fucked into you, her eyes darkening as you held eye contact with her. “Billie, please!”
You felt the vibrations of her laugh travel throughout your leg, and you found yourself struggling to hold off the release you desperately wanted. With a bite of her lip, her eyes explored throughout your body, starting from her hips driving into yours up to your face, impatience clear in your narrowed eyes.
“You’ve been good. Cum for me, baby.” That was the only agreement you needed to loosen up, your orgasm hitting you hard from the delay, having you shaking and twitching under Billie. She pumped slowly in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm, her mouth salivating at the white substance that coated her silicone. She ran her index finger through your wet pussy before taking the collected cum and putting it into her mouth, sucking off your sweet juices considering pineapple was your favorite fruit.
With her adrenaline running out, Billie fell on top of you, her hands holding your waist while yours dug back into her hair, this time softly scratching her scalp. The silicone cock was still inside of you, and every slight movie Billie made had you twitching slightly, though you weren’t horny anymore.
With a yawn, you rested your head back on the couch, letting out content breaths. “You think I should call out of work today?”
“If I can keep you like this,” Billie’s arms fully wrapped themselves around your waist, her face burying into the cloth of your shirt, “then definitely.”
Fun fact kind crap. : Sladkiy and e-katty are inspired by the ink pill spinel au, both in dynamics and design,What should you do with this information? Idk
It's kind of sad that this AU still doesn't have any fan dubs, neither in English nor in my native language qwp
By Second (theminecraftbee on tumblr, bee_4 on AO3)
CW: Flood meniton (minor), drowning mention (minor)
It’s been raining a lot lately.
It’s driving me mad, how much it’s been raining lately. Fucking… fucking hate rain. Yeah, sure, rain’s good for the plants and all that, but who gives a shit about the plants, right? I just want to leave my apartment. Go on a stroll. See the sun. But no, it’s rainy season, and it does nothing but rain, and rain, and rain.
I think if it stopped raining, I would leave the apartment more. (Did I already say that? I think I already said that.) I mean, I know we both know I don’t go out much. I mean, I guess I could. I don’t know anyone in town yet. I’ve been thinking about signing up for a club. Do you still do clubs as an adult? Beats me. Maybe there’s something. If there were a reason to leave my apartment I would. I would, I promise.
Except, you know, all this goddamn rain. Just. Rain rain rain. All the time. Is it supposed to be so rainy here? And… and fucking dark?
Anyway, I miss you.
Anyway, I’m gonna be thinking about that last party for a while now. All of us, together, a wild ride after graduation. That was the shit. Loved that. Loved that so much. I don’t talk to people now. It’s raining, and cold, and I work from home, and god, I wish we hadn’t all moved to different states. I’m lonely up here by myself.
Hope this reaches you well, and all that. Hope it’s not raining so much down South where you are, and hope you’re having a good time.
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The thing about staying in my apartment alone all the time (except for all the FUCKING MEETINGS I’ve already complained to you about, seriously, Zoom calls, hate them) is that I begin to think that I can count the number of bugs I see.
Which, you know, right. Right, the bugs. I’ve got a roach problem. I’m keeping my apartment clean. I bought bleach for it and everything. Does bleach kill roaches? I don’t know if bleach kills roaches. The point, though, is that my apartment is clean as shit. There shouldn’t be bugs in here.
Bugs are like… the enemy.
It’s still been raining way too much. It hasn’t stopped raining since I move here, I feel like. So like, listen, there’s all this rain, and now I can count the bugs, and I know exactly how many there are and how big of a problem I have.
I haven’t talked to anyone else in a while. Is that weird? I mean, yeah, it’s weird, not talking to anyone outside of Zoom calls I don’t have to talk while I’m on. If it weren’t raining—
Anyway. Bugs. Fucking hate those guys. I keep scrubbing my apartment clean and they aren’t going away. My hands are starting to hurt from the cleaning chemicals, I think. And it’s raining. I think the rain makes my hands feel worse. All this rain. All this not going outside.
I still miss you all. Maybe we should set up a meetup or something. I know we live in different states now, and that it’s probably super flooded where I am, but we should visit each other, we should. I miss you.
Stay safe.
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Hey, does anyone else start feeling weird when they spend too much time inside? I was wondering if—
Hey, do any of you ever think you see something when you spend too much time inside? I was wondering if—
Hey, so like, if it was just constantly raining where you live, would you also—
Uh, ignore these phone calls. Ignore them. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. As soon as it’s safe, I’m driving down to visit you all, I think. I don’t like floods.
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Did you know that one of the first things they warn you when the streets are flooding is that you can’t judge the depth of floodwater? Yeah, so that’s like, one of the first things you learn about? Apparently water can be shallow, but also super fucking strong, and drag you off like it was a deep river or whatever. Which is kind of wild! Makes the amount of rain we’re getting scarier too, I think.
Do you ever wonder if there are things under the water?
Personally I don’t think so, but it’s more fun to wonder that than to not, when you’re bored in your fourth-floor apartment. It’s more fun to imagine the monster is… is fucking… out there. In the water. Ready to eat people.
Makes it make more damn sense that you can’t really go anywhere in the rain, and the monster being out there is better than—
Bugs! Bugs. An update on the bug problem: my hands still hurt and my throat’s started to scratch, so I should probably stop using cleaning chemicals. If I didn’t have to eat I think I’d stop keeping food in here but, you know, flood and all, a man’s gotta eat what a man’s gotta eat, and I can’t exactly get people to deliver, right? Not in rain like that.
Hah, imagine how fucking wild it would be if I just ran out of food.
Tried to make that joke in a Zoom call? They didn’t appreciate it. (Goddamn Zoom calls.)
But like, imagine, right? I’m stuck in this fucking apartment and I just run out of food. I don’t think I will. Run out of food, I mean. I have so many canned goods, and besides, I guess I can always go get my neighbors for food. That’s something that’ll work.
Yeah. So like, it was a joke. Take that as a joke.
Don’t know when this rain’s gonna stop but I’ll see you all soon I promise, okay? I miss you all so much.
--
Uh, you may have heard something, I don’t know, I know my neighbor has you as my emergency contact. They were exaggerating. I just broke a mirror. Dropped it. Haha. Clumsy me.
Anyway, didn’t cut myself up nearly as bad as my neighbor thought. They called you first I think? Before the paramedics. Which is good, since I told them it didn’t look as bad as it was.
I’m gonna have to deadbolt my door next time, though.
Uh, don’t worry. Don’t worry about me. Don’t worry.
I just don’t want anyone visiting until it’s done raining, right?
--
I sorta wanna circle back to like, uh… the… the fucking rain. I do nothing but circle back to that, but like. Like. Is it raining like this where you’re from? Because this is, this is, stupid, right? Didn’t get a hurricane warning or nothing. Hurricanes don’t even happen in this part of the world. But it’s like the rain came and settled here and won’t leave.
It’s not even raining hard or anything! If the rain was hard, it’d at least be scary. If there were winds. But it just drizzles, and drizzles, until the whole town floods.
Makes me feel sick. Wish I could open my windows more, but I can’t, given all the rain. Also, whenever I do, the rain makes me feel sicker. You’d think the cleaning chemicals would be what do that, right? Even if I’ve gone and stored most of them. Followed the instructions and everything, don’t want to accidentally construct… uh… I can’t remember what happens when you mix ammonia and bleach, but I think it explodes?
It probably explodes. Or otherwise fucking kills you. Whoops, right?
But like. You’d think my cleaning kick (I STILL HAVE BUGS BY THE WAY I’VE JUST BEEN FEELING BAD) would make me sicker than the rain but every time I look at the rain, it’s like—
Don’t worry about me, okay? Don’t worry about me. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to get wet, is all. Don’t ask me why. I mean, I wasn’t going outside before, either, and it’s because of the flooding, but before that too.
I mean, it’s not like the monsters are out there, right?
My apartment doesn’t leak, I think. That’s one fucking good thing about the apartment. Yeah. Yeah.
Anyway. My point is. Is it raining like this where you’re from? Are we in the news for all this rain? I feel like this is definitely a national fucking disaster, but I don’t hear about it off of the local news.
I haven’t been hearing from you much either. I hope you’re okay.
I mean, I guess I wouldn’t know how to reply to these messages either? I probably sound pretty unhinged, ranting about the way it’s just—
It’s just—
It’s like. The rain, man. And the bugs, and the food, and the back of my neck itches and I feel sick, and I miss you.
Can’t be forever though, right? So, you know, whatever. Whatever.
Sorry this probably just makes things awkward for you all. I think I’ll just hang up. Whatever. Whatever.
--
Hey I know I said I wouldn’t call you or that I was making things awkward and that you haven’t answered but I’m scared I’m scared of all this rain and I think when I’ve been looking in the mirror I look wrong and I can’t describe it and my hands still ache and I don’t care about the bugs man, I don’t care about them, the bugs don’t matter, but it’s just, I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right, and I don’t think it’s a normal amount of sick and I can get food from the neighbors but I get food, the neighbors, and that’s not the same thing, and I feel sick, and I broke my mirror but I still see it and it won’t stop fucking raining and I want to leave my apartment but I can’t while it’s raining I can’t explain this to you I can’t leave I know I sound insane I can’t though you don’t understand I think while it rains I am, I am, there aren’t monsters in the water because the monsters are here, like, here specifically, it’s me, I’m the—
This is pointless.
Fuck.
--
Hi, so I just realized I left you a message at like, midnight? I think I should apologize, I was probably super incoherent. It was still raining, you see. I mean, it’s slowing down now, the rain, and my head’s a bit clearer.
I probably shouldn’t have moved so many states away. I miss our parties.
Anyway, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me. I know I was rambling before, but honestly, even if it doesn’t stop raining, I think I found an excuse to go out. My apartment’s cleaner again now, too.
I don’t really know what I was worried about, honestly. The rain doesn’t seem half-bad. My hands still hurt, and I’m going to have to keep cleaning them, but like. It’s just fucking rain. As long as I don’t step in any flood water, I should be fine! I mean, at this point, I should go outside, right? That should be easy enough.
Besides, that will stop this… whatever I was feeling when I called you last night. Seriously, I’m so sorry about that? Paranoia gets to the best of us, right?
Yeah, I can’t really explain how I was acting. Or why I was so scared of a little rain.
Don’t worry about me. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine now!
There’s nothing to worry about.
--
Hey, Jason? I just got all of your messages. Don’t go outside. Please don’t go outside. Your town has been in the news. You were right to be scared of the rain. Don’t go out there, okay, okay? I got your last message and you need to stay inside. Shelter-in-place. I know you hate your apartment but you were scared of the rain for a reason.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up. I wasn’t getting them. My answering machine, I switched cell providers, and it didn’t get configured correctly. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Please don’t go outside I miss you too. I miss you.
Stay inside for me. Okay? Okay? Okay?
I don’t know what to do I don’t have any local contacts for you. I guess not getting picked up on is what I get. I don’t know what’s happened. I just know. Shelter-in-place. Shelter-in-place.
It’s raining here too.
Stay there. I love you. I miss you. I want to meet up again when it stops raining. We’ll meet then, okay? We’ll meet then.
--
It stopped raining yesterday. Sorry for worrying you. I got your message. I went out and I was fine. My hands stopped hurting. It’s stopped raining. There’s nothing to worry about.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, with the shelter-in-place. Everything’s fine!
We should visit, and you’ll be fine too, right?
I mean, it did stop raining.
See you later, Delilah!
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