Second piece I wrote for the @unwholesomeocweek event! This completely got away from me and ended up mixing prompts "proxy sex", "body horror", "necrophilia", "possessive behaviour" and "wound fucking".
Basically, Heinrich got almost completely decapitated in a battle once. But no worries, he got better (proof) due to the King/God feeding him his blood. Though, since the Moon Goddess was involved, it's probably best he doesn't know the details of how it all went down.
There's more of Heinrich being the Goddess's favourite toy here.
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It was so rude of those barbarians to break her favourite toy like this.
The Goddess sighed and rubbed at her chin, the rough hair of the king's beard scratching her hand. Maybe it was fairer to say they were rude to break their favourite toy like this.
The giant gash on his throat was an ugly mass of red against the white linen sheets, his head almost completely torn apart from its torso.
Almost, but not quite.
"My poor little darling", she cooed, thumb brushing across his cheek, over his bottom lip. "So pathetic lying there. A loser at the end of it all. But it was not your fault, I know. They were cheaters, dishonourable men. Attacking from behind like the worthless worms they are."
She held his face between her hands, making sure it didn't move from the careful position she had placed him in. "It is okay. I will fix it. Me and Lucien will. Because you are our favourite toy, yes?"
She gingerly kissed his lips, then sighed.
"But it is so sad to see you like this, so placid and quiet. Won't you wake up and yell at me, my darling? Call me a phony goddess and order me to leave this body alone? Tell me you hate me so? This sharp tongue of yours is quite useless like this."
She pushed her fingers into his mouth, felt around his tongue, his teeth, pushed them further down his throat, being met with no resistance. When she wiggled her fingers, she thought she could almost see them poking out through the edge of his wound.
Her smile widened. Sharpened. "Or maybe not so useless, after all."
Her other hand slid down the body she inhabited, pressed against the tent forming under its pants, relishing the feeling.
"You want him, Lucien, darling? Hmm, I suppose this is the only way we could get him to be fully ours. Without running, without hurting us, without pretenses, just completely and utterly ours, forever. Ah, you like that idea, right? Me too, me too."
She pulled her other hand back, unfastened her pants and stepped out of them, then climbed onto the bed. It was the King's bed, big enough for the king's body to fit on all fours between the headboard and where Heinrich's head was lying on the pillow. Her little angel.
She leaned closer and pressed another gentle kiss on his forehead, between his wide unseeing blue eyes, staring up into the ceiling.
"Be good for us now, will you, Heinrich darling?"
She tilted his head back and slipped the king's hard cock into it. His cock was definitely longer than his fingers, it slid right out of the wound on the other side and she watched in rapt fascination the motion of it continuously slipping into his mouth, through his throat and out the other side.
"Just like this. So good for us," she panted, bracing her hands on his chest to have a better leverage to move. The feeling was neither warm nor wet nor comfortable, but it was, somehow, even better.
Because he was theirs, just theirs, for once, in a way no one else could ever have him.
She kept her eyes fixed on it until the moment they came, droplets of white dripping down his neck towards his chest. It made her so giddy she giggled, then bent down to lap at them as she pulled out.
She licked at his chest, his neck, at the edges of his wound, then kissed his slack mouth.
"Good boy, you were wonderful."
She sat down on the bed, and then carefully lifted him until he was propped up against her chest.
"Now then, time to fix you up."
She sliced her wrist with her teeth, causing blood to pour out. Lucien's blood, like his eyes when possessed by the Goddess, was completely golden.
She poured the blood into his mouth and wound, making sure it got down his throat, then laid him back down.
"There. Now you just rest. I'll see you again soon, my darling."
She kissed his lips one last time, and let Lucien sit back down on the chair next to him to keep watch.
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I sadly couldn't join @unwholesomeocweek on time because I had to spend all of the last couple of months studying for a test I took on Sunday SO to not miss out on the fun and also as a celebration of me being free of that test I did a few of the prompts late with Heinrich who is the most unwholesome of unwholesome ocs <3
So to start, Heinrich's POV of the night he killed his parents right after he got turned into a vampire for the prompt "violence". Warning for childhood abuse culminating into a night of rage fueled revenge and uhh Heinrich liking killing and blood a little too much as always.
This is kind of a companion piece to this other fic that shows his brother's pov of the same night. They were having two vastly different experiences with the same event.
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Crimson
Her screams were the best part.
Oh, his father was a pig, an idiot buffoon with a heavy hand and a booming voice, but she? She was the one he had truly inherited his penchant for cruelty from.
Her piercing voice, the nails that cut through his skin as she slapped him and held his wrist so tight as she pulled him across the yard she actually broke it, once. The times she locked him in the barn, in a closet, threw him down a well, without food, without water, without light.
Without air. He could still feel the splash of freezing water.
When he was still capable of it, when that was still all he knew to do to defend himself, she would lash at him until he cried, and then lash at him for that, too.
Bastard, she called him. Monster. Devil. Satan.
He was her own self-fulfilling prophecy.
He broke her limbs one by one then left her as a broken down against the wall as he killed his father first. He wanted her to watch.
Her screams filling the air as he ripped his father apart and feasted on his blood made it all that much sweeter.
Her screams a symphony, her tears a balsam, her blood an elixir.
Their pain was more than cathartic, more than triumphal. It was intoxicating, orgasmic.
He was hard as he lifted her by the throat and pressed her against the wall. Her broken cries and gasps for breath sending fire through his veins, shivers down his spine. Now he got why they called it bloodlust.
Luminous red eyes locked into pale blue ones, no longer their disgusting mirror. He licked his lips, his fangs, tasting him, anticipating the taste of her as expectation and excitement built up to a climax.
"Who's the monster now, huh, mother?"
He ripped her throat with his teeth, bathed and splurged on her blood as she spasmed and withered. His body shook, too, and there was more than blood staining his clothes once he was done.
Power and strength cursed through his veins. All the spoils he was entitled to, that he had always been owed. A champion instead of victim, a god instead of a maggot.
And he wanted more. He wanted so much more.
He would paint the whole world crimson like the fire that burned in his soul.
Had to hide at work to write this, but this week's prompt for @flashfictionfridayofficial fit these OCs so well I couldn't not write something for it.
Featuring @cultoficarus's naga!oc, Junya, discussing his roommate and personal idiot, Seth, my werewolf!oc, with one of the cheerleaders of the baseball team while they wait the end of the game by the bleachers (the cheerleader he is talking to is just an npc for now).
These are also the same OCs from this OC Kiss Week ficlet if anyone wants more idiot shenanigans!
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"So, let me get this straight..."
Junya nonchalantly threw another popcorn into his mouth.
"Hmm."
"You come to all his games wearing his jersey jacket even though you hate baseball."
"Uhumm."
"And he kicks up a fuss and whines any time you are not paying attention to him."
"Uhumm."
"And you guys do it, like, all the time."
"Yes."
"And you also cuddle and he clings to you all the time."
"Pretty much."
"And he got angry and almost threw hands with that harpy that was being an ass to you the other day."
"Unnecessarily, but yes."
"And you guys are... not together?"
"Nope."
"No offense, but... how?"
"He's straight."
"What?"
"He says he is straight."
"...You are kidding, right?"
"It's what he says."
"And how does he explain all... that?"
"It's just what bros do."
"No."
"Yep."
"Is that why he keeps trying to ask the girls from the cheer squad out?"
"Uhum."
"...Is he aware we all think you guys are together and that he is either joking or being an ass to you when he does that?"
"No, not really. He whines every time a girl turns him down."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope."
"So you are really, really not together?"
"No."
"But it's so obvious."
"You'd think so."
"Dude, how do you put up with that?"
"I'm an idiot, I guess."
"I'd say-"
Their talk got interrupted when Seth came running to the stands, fresh from the win, and threw his arm around Junya.
"Dude, did you see that? I was on fire. You really are my good luck charm, thank you so much."
He gave Junya a kiss on the cheek and then ran off again to celebrate with his team.
"Are you sure you guys are not together? He is an idiot, maybe he forgot to ask."
"Pretty sure."
"Maybe he will realise soon. He can't be that much of an idiot."
"I wouldn't hold my breath."
"But it's so obvious."
"Yeah."
She sighed and pat him on the shoulder.
"My condolences."
"It's fine."
"Want me to throw an ice cube down his shirt in the dressing room later?"
I loved this book! The construction of the vampiric societies and their relationship with each other and with the human society is one of the most interesting I've ever seen.
The main characters are also very intriguing and I loved their toxic dynamic and interactions. The more I think about this story, the more I love it. It grabs your attention by putting you right in the middle of the action, and then tackles you with the force of the main character's feelings. His confused emotions - anger, hate, desire, shock, self-loathing, gratitude - and the truths we learn with him that throw his whole world upside down draw you in and keeps you hooked until the last word. Can't wait to read the others in the series!
An incredible book that goes deep on some very important themes and shows the true power of horror beyond just using gore to shock people.
Every decision and line made for this book has a purpose to exist and delivers on it perfectly, either to enhance the themes of homophobia, compulsory heterosexuality and punishment for any deviation of the "norm" or to beautifully translate to the page the mind of an autistic mc. An autistic, lesbian, teenage girl mc that reminded me so much of myself and other people I've heard stories from throughout my life.
Amazing book, amazing horror story. Can't wait to read the other horror books Chuck Tingle has launched since!
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My fic is following the honourable TSC tradition of "When in doubt, call Magnus Bane". With such strong support, how can James, Kit and Tom's plan not work, right? Right?
Sorry for taking so long again, but I hope you all like this chapter!
A very emotional read that brought me a perspective I had never considered before. While the story is very straight-forward, it's also very compelling and candid, and some scenes really pull at your heartstrings. I admit I am a sucker for stories of people connecting and finding strength in each other to pull through, so I cried many times while reading.
And I think the book treads with care through a very difficult topic. Though it's a very idealised view, it does a very good job of shedding a light on the difficult situations faced by children of war and how heartless humans can be, repeating the cycle of violence out of a sense of justice. It asks us to face our own ruthless views and come out a little more understanding on the other side, which is hard when punishing can feel so cathartic, specially on a situation that was so black and white, but I do feel I learned a bit from it.
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@ockissweek is back! Yay! I had the biggest fun with it last year so I had to join in again. Starting with prompts Impulse + Hand featuring my court librarian Galen and @cultoficarus's knight Toni
Oh, and if anyone wants to take Galen for a spin, I put some ocs up for offering for the event and he is among them! You can find the post here.
Galen knew it was wrong.
He shouldn't be inside a lady's quarters. Much less alone. Much less lying on her bed. Much less doing what they were doing without he not even having asked for her hand.
His panicked conscience almost wanted to say something about it, but thankfully his mouth was occupied.
Being hungrily devoured by Lady Antonia.
She had grabbed him by the front of his shirt. She had pulled him through the corridors of the palace until her room. She had pushed him inside and onto her bed.
And it was wrong, very wrong, but it felt so right.
She bit down on his bottom lip and he sucked in a breath, bringing her tongue along with his as she chuckled and continued their kiss.
His focus sharpened, forgetting anything thay weren't their connected mouths, even the voice of conscience weakening and quietening as pleasure and desire took over.
He would gladly stay there under her until the end of time.
Her boldness emboldened him, and before he knew it his hands had relinquished their grip on the sheets and were pressed against her waist.
It suddenly hit him, all at once, that she was not wearing her armour that day. He could feel her, truly her, all of her, all at once. Her tall and large frame, her strong muscles, her rough hands.
Through shameless unbridled impulse his hands roamed her body. He grabbed her waist, her thighs, her buttocks, her arms, the short spikes of her hair, up and down, over and over, barely able to decide what part he wanted to hold first or next or most. He wanted all of her.
She loved it. Her laugh was crass and full of desire. It was her biggest delight to break through his barriers, to render him helpless and beholden to his impulses, just like her.
She kissed him harder and grabbed his wandering hands, made him grope her ass tight and pull her closer. She wanted to feel all of him as she unraveled him, made him a being of the flesh instead of one of the mind. She knew he had it in him, hidden behind books and glasses and a well-put armour of kind detachment.
He tried flipping them, and he was strong, but she was stronger, and this was her playtime and her rules for him to follow. He knew it, of course he knew it. He would do whatever she wanted, be whatever she wanted, give her whatever she wanted, as long as she kept looking at him like that and kissing him like that.
His hands bunched up her coat, sought the bare skin under her shirt and pants, impulsivity taken form.
And then there was a knock on the door.
He froze and she pulled at his hair, hissed against his mouth: "Ignore it."
The knock sounded again, more forceful. "Toni? The council demands to see you."
"Fuck the council!" She snapped back, making his eyes widen in shock. She covered his mouth with her hand so he could not protest. "I'm busy!"
"They instructed me not to leave here without you, and to not stop knocking until you opened the door."
"Fuck the council and fuck you, too!" She replied angrily again, but slid down from Galen and the bed, passing her hands through her hair to regain her composure.
"Come on. Whatever maid you have snuck into your chambers will still be there when you come back."
"I'll sneak you inside a canon and light it on fire, you annoying ass," she hastily put back her boots and turned to Galen, in a whisper: "Do not go anywhere. I'll be right back."
She marched to the door and sneaked through it as quickly as possible, slamming it behind her without giving the other guard a chance to see who was inside.
But Galen was, ultimately, a coward. And now that her presence was no longer stealing all his focus, his conscience came back, shame and guilt clogging his throat.
As soon as her steps disappeared down the hallway, he bolted back to the library from where he should not have left.
