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Sett x Reader: Love is the Best Medicine
You've been patching up Sett every since he joined the underground fight scene but you fear for the day he pushes himself too far.
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The sound of the front door opening and closing followed by sluggish footsteps woke you up from your light slumber on the couch. Stretching, you yawned as you regarded the time. It was an ungodly hour in the morning but you were used to it. Today was another day Sett was off fighting in the pits, and it was your job to make sure he survived them. Fortunately he usually knew how to look after himself.
“Y’really need to learn to lock the door,” Sett's familiar yet strained voice chided and you chuckled as you stood up, rubbing your eyes.
“Why bother? I know you're going to come-” Once you took in Sett's appearance you immediately looked away. You frantically cleared the couch and ushered his hulking form onto it. You didn't dare touch his bleeding and bruised arms, you couldn't bring yourself to look into his bloodshot eyes. His laboured breathing was painful to hear.
“(Y/N)-”
“Shush,” you scolded as you left to get your first aid kit and medication. Such wounds weren't going to kill him but every moment away from him still filled you with anxiety. You rushed back by his side and started to clean his wounds. The only sound in your home was Setts' grunts and groans as he writhed under the sting of anaesthetic.
“You've never been beaten up this bad before,” you whispered. With his wounds cleaned up, Sett looked visibly better and it helped you relax ever so slightly. You tossed the dirtied rags of blood – whose blood it was, you didn't know – to the ground.
“This didn't happen in the ring,” Sett muttered. “I must've pissed off some goons who placed bets on someone else. They jumped me when I was headin' out.”
You nodded silently as you bound his arm with bandages. You feared this day would come, where the violence Sett experienced was no longer bound to the pits. He now had a target on his back all day, every day. The underground pits weren't the concern anymore, it was now a question if he could just survive day to day life. Although you technically lived alone, having Sett – sometimes joined by his mother – frequently visit meant you almost always had company. If something happened and Sett wasn't around to visit-
“That face doesn't suit ya, y'know,” Sett grumbled and you shook your head.
“What face?”
“That sad one.” When you finished bandaging his arm, he brought it up. His large, calloused hand caressed the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “I can look after myself. Don't worry.”
“You'll need to rest from these injuries,” you stated and you felt his thumb hesitate before continuing its soothing motions as if everything was okay.
“Y'know I can't do that.”
“A week's rest.”
“People placed bets on me for tomorrow.”
“You can't,” you snapped, pulling your head away from his hand. “You can't fight in this state!”
“The fight's at night, I got all day to rest,” Sett reasoned.
“Not good enough,” you scolded.
“Listen (Y/N), it's either I fight at the pit or I fight for scraps on the street. Which one do you think's better?”
“I can accommodate for you and your mum,” you responded and Sett shot you a doubtful look. Even he knew that you weren't living the life of Noxian aristocracy. “... temporarily.”
“That ain't happenin', you've already done enough.”
Sett shifted as he pulled out a small leather pouch from behind. He placed it in your palm and you heard the unmistakable chink of coins. You tilted your head at him.
“That's thanks for lookin' after me,” Sett explained, further proving a point as he lifted his freshly bandaged arms. “At the rate I'm winnin' that bag'll be doublin' in size next time.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you regarded the pouch that sat comfortably in your palm that grew heavier with his words. Tears started to prick at the back of your eyes and you lowered your head, holding the bag back to him.
“I can't possibly take this.”
“Ma's got her fair share.”
“This is your money that you earned.”
“Damn right. It's my money and I choose what to do with it. I choose to give it to you.”
The fire in Sett's eyes was unmistakable. Knowing you couldn't argue with Sett when he made up his mind, you pulled your arm back and placed the pouch on the table.
“Just having you return is enough for me,” you admitted in a whisper.
“It ain't enough for me, though,” Sett replied, waiting until you turned to face him and look athim dead in the eyes. “I ain't just fightin' for money or glory. I'm fightin' for ma and I'm fightin' for you.”
“Me?” you frowned. “I'm fine-”
“I know why you live alone.”
“I told you, I just wanted to move out away from my family-”
“Your family kicked you out for bein' pals with the local 'half beast',” Sett corrected and your heart dropped. “Overheard 'em trash talkin' ya in the street a few days back. I know the truth. Don't worry, I made 'em shut up the only way I know how.”
“Sett...” you were lost for words. “I...”
“I'm sorry for makin' your life hell. Your family were doin' pretty damn well for themselves but they didn't spare shit for ya,” he growled. “All because of little ol' me.”
“I... I don't regret what happened,” you said, determined. “If they're not going to respect you then I'd rather have nothing to do with them.”
It was now Sett's turn to be lost for words, looking stunned as he blinked a couple of times. Solidifying your point, you gently wrapped your arms around his torso as not to aggravate his wounds. Pressing your head against his bare chest, you could hear his erratic heartbeat as it pounded in your ear. His arms made their way around your back, his face nuzzling into your hair. After a few moments of silence, Sett pulled his head back and so did you, but his hold on you didn't loosen.
“I'll make 'em respect me. And I'll make 'em respect you. Everyone who knows who I am will know you too. And they'll know to treat ya like royalty. I ain't havin' it any other way.”
“... thank you, Sett. I... if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know.”
Fingers gently nudged your chin up to look at him properly. As he leaned down, noses almost touching, you could see the details in his eyes as they burned with passion.
“Never leave my side,” he whispered.
“As long as you never leave mine.”
“Y'drive a hard bargain,” he chuckled quietly. “Deal.”
Both you and Set moved forward simultaneously, lips pressing together softly. Sett's hand that rested on your chin moved back, lacing his fingers through your hair. His other arm sat comfortably around your waist as he gently pulled you closer, closing any possible gaps between you as the kiss deepened. You felt warm as you were held in his embrace. How such a rough and brutal fighter be so gentle was beyond you but you loved it nonetheless.
You loved him.
The kiss ended as you gasped for air. Pressing your forehead against his, your breaths mingled together.
“I love you,” you confessed and Sett smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips again.
“I've waited too long to hear that,” he admitted and you giggled as you noticed his flushed face. “I love you too. I, uh... is it alright if I stay here for the night?”
“You should head back to your mum, she's probably worried for you.”
“Nah, ma would understand,” Sett cleared his throat as he looked away, embarrassed. “She's been waitin' for this to happen.”
You pulled back as you burst out laughing. Setts' ears flattened as he grumbled something non-coherent. But before he could get too grumpy, you took his hand with a soft smile, guiding him to the bedroom. “Come on, you need to be well rested and healed before you get back in the ring.”
#oneshot#fanfic#imagine#drabble#league of legends#lol#sett#league of legends sett#league of legends imagine#sett x reader#x reader#self insert#fanfiction#y/n#league of legends x reader#fluff#shurelyasreverie
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28: knee my muse in the gut
he probably deserves it --
𝐅*𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 // still accepting !
❝ gah, fuck ! ❞ the cowboy is doublin' over, luckily ain't no metallic taste in his mouth any time soon. but boy, was he gaspin' for air ...
❝ least gimme some kind o' warnin' next time ... shit ... ❞ he's sucking in a breath and tryin' to stand up straight.
❝ 'yer bikes fine. parked in the lot out back -- take the stupid fuckin' keys, ❞ he's tossing it over to her across the counter, using it as leverage to stable himself. ❝ 'n ... sorry 'bout bob. m'sure you can fix 'em up fine ... god, 'yer knee made o' steel or some'n ? shit ... ❞
#( post blackwatch ) thats where it all started to go wrong...#( answered ) might got'a answer.#( ashe ) there's a fire in that woman.#he definitely deserved it#he's keeping the picture tho hehehehehee#bcrnitdown#tw: violence
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Iyabo huffed, stretching her arms up in the air and yawning, before unlocking her hotel room. She peered inside. It was... actually really nice. The bed looked comfortable, her own bathroom and shower, closet full of clothes, hers even came with a pet bed and area for Gasper. This was a lot more than she was used to having. Before she could enter, the zoologist heard footsteps. “Uh, Yabs?” She turned around to see her oldest friend.
“.... Hey.” Iyabo greeted awkwardly, looking up at Finn with a curious expression. “Wotcha want, Sheepdog?” She asked.
“Ta check on ya. That’s all. Today was... a lot.” Finn admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Yer tellin’ me..” Iyabo grumbled, looking off to the side and toying with her braid. She couldn’t help but feel nervous around this area, wanting nothing more than to escape this game and run away as fast as possible. “‘M fine though, ‘aight? Really. Ya should get some sleep..”
“Ya don’t look fine.” Finn commented, stopping the door from closing with his foot. “Ya look pale. Are ya sure yer not scared...?” He asked gently.
“Scared?” Iyabo asked, sounding offended by the very idea. “I’m not fuckin’ scared, wot do I have ta be scared of? I-I’ll be fine. Nobody’s gonna break in ‘ere an’ kill me in my sleep. They don’t got a reason ta. It’s...” She trailed off, huffing.
“... It’s alright ta be scared, Yabs. I just, uh...” Finn trailed off too but only for a moment. “Everyone else is doublin’ up fer te night an’ I thought it might make ya feel better if I stayed witcha?” He offered.
“Stayed with me?” Iyabo questioned, looking a tad distressed by the thought, her face getting slightly red. She pondered over her options, and the silence between them hung in the air.
Finn sighed. “I understand if it’s too soon, an’ ya need more space. Ya can tell me ta go away, I won’t take it ta heart. I know-“
“Shut up! Sh-Shut up an’ lemme talk, would ya?” Iyabo cut him off and tapped her foot anxiously. “... If ya hog te bed ‘m kickin’ ya ta te floor, get it? Don’t just stand there in te doorway, c’mon!” She ushered him into her room aggressively. “Don’t get excited, it’s just a one time thing, ‘aight?”
“... Thanks, Iyabo.” Finn smiled, genuinely down at her.
“Yer... uh... yer welcome. I-I guess...”
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Rivers | Chapter 9
Tags/Trigger Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Self-Harm, Abuse of Authority, Anxiety, Childhood Trauma, Abduction, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Past Child Abuse, Victim Blaming, Dissociation, Forced Orgasm, Creampie, Kidnapping, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Humiliation, Crying, Angst, Dark, Psychological Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Grooming, Fucked Up, Slut Shaming, Asphyxiation, Spitroasting
[read on AO3 here]
The light switches on. A single lightbulb flickers dimly from one end of the room, casting odd, terrifying shadows across the faces of his two predators.
“Oh? Why, just look at that face,” Robertson coos, climbing onto the bed with them. “He really did fall for it. Just like you said he would.”
Richard shakes his head. Trembling. He can’t process any of the events unfolding before him as anything but a dream: some horrible figment born of his subconscious mind. How else can evil like this exist otherwise? How else can he rationalize to himself ever deserving of such a thing?
Yet—in all of his time here, and with all of his nightmares—he knows none were so cruel as to torment him like this before. There is something beyond vile at play here, something that surpasses even the extent of Richard’s wildest imagination.
He understands even then, deep down, that this is one nightmare he’ll never wake up from.
“Cute little thing you have there, Andrew. You should’ve seen him. The kid was practically melting in my arms—all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, thinking he would finally get to run away from you.”
“Is that so..?” Rivers croons, running his fingers in Richard’s hair. “What a pity. And here I thought you’ve promised to be good for me from now on.”
Rivers sighs—a hint of eagerness in his expression that does not go unnoticed. His gray eyes lock with the pair of fearful ones looking up at him.
“You’ve disappointed me again, Dick. You do know what has to happen now, don’t you? Let’s find out what happens to naughty little boys who go on breakin’ their promises, tryin’ to sneak away...”
The dam bursts, upon hearing this imminent threat. The tears Richard worked so hard to hold back comes streaming down his face, all at once. It’s not the first Rivers has levied against him in all this time, but Richard knows him far too well to doubt the validity of his intent—or the severity of his actions.
“... Mr. R-Rivers… p… please! I… I d-didn’t mean to…! I’ll be… good… please….”
Both Robertson and Rivers only chuckle at his outburst.
“You hear that? Poor thing didn’t mean it,” he insists, pinching his tear-stained cheeks. The officer licks away at Richard’s tears, wearing a smile on his face that betrays just how much he’s savoring this moment. “Did you, Richie? You were just trying so hard to be good. You didn’t mean to break your promise, did you?”
Richard shakes his head, sniffling. Between the men surrounding him, he can’t be sure yet who was the more sadistic of the two. Still, Richard can’t help but to gravitate towards the saccharine poison, clinging to any bit of softness he can get.
He certainly can’t afford to get on the other’s bad side now—not after having upset Rivers this badly.
“He’ll get the wrong idea if you keep spoilin’ him like that, Paul. Wouldn’t want the boy thinkin’ he can get away with anything now, just by battin’ his eyes and utterin’ a little apology.”
“You may be right there…” Robertson hums, considering the possibilities in his head. “... but I have a feeling that a bit of tenderness will work better to teach this one.”
“What do you think, Andrew? Should we…?”
After a few seconds of silence between them, Robertson and Rivers both break into laughter. Watching their eerie grins, illuminated by the faint lighting, it’s as if their lighthearted banter were only part of some coordinated performance Richard has no script for. He’s left to let his imagination run wild, guessing at what they could have in store for him as both men take their time undressing.
“Why, you bring up a good point,” Rivers says, chuckling. He lifts him off his lap, propping Richard’s head atop a few pillows before sliding off his own trousers. “I think we should. After all, I should know just how much my little star student here craves love and tenderness more than anything in the world.”
Rivers grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He dribbles a generous amount onto himself, palming his own cock to hardness.
“Alright, Dick. We’ll give you one more chance to do right by us. Why don’t you show us a good time, to demonstrate how sorry you are for tryin’ to run away?”
“All you’d have to do is have us finish,” Robertson chimes in. “Put that mouth and hole of yours to good use, while you reflect on what you’ve done. If you do a good enough job, we’ll forgive you. That should be easy enough, for a star pupil like you?”
Before Richard could think to respond, however, Rivers cuts him off.
“Not so fast, Dick. There’s just one more thing…”
Rivers brushes a lubed finger against Richard’s flaccid dick, running it across the tip and drawing a shiver from him.
“See this? This right here?” He leans in close, whispering into his ear. “I want you to keep it just like this until we’re all finished. No having fun yet until we’re done with you. We all know how much of a cockslut you are, but this is us givin’ you another chance.
“Consider this your only warnin’, Dick. If you come before either of us, I’m personally doublin’ your punishment from before. Understand?”
Richard swallows. Knowing Rivers, there’s no way he’d make something like this easy—but he can’t help feeling a little hopeful despite himself. It’s not like he wants any of this, anyways. The thought of either of them makes him ill. And even if his traitorous body decides it has other plans, lasting longer than two middle-aged men shouldn’t be that difficult either. If this is what it takes to avoid another one of Rivers’ punishments, it’s certainly not the worst situation he could possibly find himself in.
He nods slowly, throat going dry.
“Now there’s a good boy…” Robertson murmurs, stroking his face. “I can see why you’re still Andrew’s favorite student, after all these years.”
The officer grabs his black uniform from the discarded pile of clothes on the bed. Before Richard could tell what he was planning to do, Robertson had rolled up the shirt and placed it over his eyes—fastening it into a makeshift blindfold.
With how securely the cloth is tied around his head now, Richard could no longer see a thing.
“Wha—”
“Shh… It’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head over, Richie.”
He feels a finger gently placed onto his lips.
“You want to show us how sorry you are, don’t you? Why don’t you start right here then, with that lovely mouth of yours?”
The finger works its way in. Richard does his best, licking and suckling on the digit, turning it over and under around his tongue. One finger becomes two, which eventually becomes three and four in his mouth. With his vision gone, it was hard not to get lost in the sensation of it—sucking blindly for some time like that, as if these fingers were Richard’s only connection to the world outside his blindfold.
“There you go… Just like that. Doesn’t this feel good? It’s so much better when you let go and obey…”
He’s almost lulled into a sense of complacency this way, because the feeling of rough hands on his hips catches him by surprise. His legs are hoisted atop what he thinks is Rivers’ shoulders and, before he could think to react, Richard suddenly feels the twitching, wet head of the man’s prick pressed against his entrance.
“Wait no, not y—”
His next words are lost to him as Richard cries out, throwing his head back as the head of his cock pops past the tight ring of muscle. He’s panting, breathing heavily through his open mouth as he feels himself stretching and stretching impossibly around Rivers, who slides inside him in one slick thrust.
Within seconds, he’s become so unbelievably full.
Richard moans, feverish and sick. It’s so much. It’s so much. The feeling of Rivers’ cock against his walls, the way his hole flutters and tenses around the wide girth—he’s forced to feel every bit of it, in far more detail and clarity than the night he’s lost his innocence. He rolls his eyes back behind the blindfold as he feels Rivers slowly pressing in, further and further until the man eventually bottoms out. Somehow, without being able to see for himself, Richard could picture the older man now: balls deep inside of him, jutting obscenely out of his stomach as he fills it to the brim.
In all the times he had been taken by Rivers, never once had he felt anything remotely like the way he feels now, blindfolded and stretched wide around his prick. It fills him so much, so completely, that it leaves him speechless—no room for words, thoughts, or anything else. By the time he realizes it’s only his lack of sight playing tricks on his senses, it’s much too late for him.
Richard is already hard, cock swelling and twitching to life in between his legs.
“Oh? What’s this now?” Rivers drawls. He wraps his fingers around his shaft, rubbing his thumb mercilessly against the head. “We’ve only just started, and you’re already gaggin’ for it here. Little slut. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just beggin’ to be punished.”
Next to him, Robertson chuckles. The man pulls his fingers out from within his mouth, using them instead to pry his jaw open. Holding his head steady in his hands, he slides his length inside of Richard’s mouth nice and slow.
“I suppose you were right after all, Andrew. The kid cries and protests around you, but slips into his role just fine at the end of the day. No need for foreplay at all with this one; eager little thing. I’m even willing to bet he’d done it just for the punishment all along.”
Richard’s a mess; inside and out. Tears stream down his cheeks as he sucks and rocks his hips back and forth, doing his best to keep pace and pleasure both men while desperately holding his own at bay. Between the perpetual darkness and the mind-numbing assault on both his holes, however, it’s getting harder to even remember why.
He can hear voices around him talking, but none of the words make any sense in his ears.
He keeps trying to remember something, but it slips away from his mind with each hit to his prostate.
Every thrust, every drag against his tongue, his insides, is only made that much more in this overwhelming darkness—magnified tenfold until he feels little more than simply a mouth and a hole to fuck.
Everything feels hazy.
His mind’s in pieces.
Before long, there’s nothing left of him but his basest responses. His tongue laps up the salty, musky taste of the officer inside his mouth. His hips grind against the older man, mindlessly chasing his own orgasm. He groans, delirious, as he feels his own cock heavy and leaking with precum—ready to burst at a moment’s notice.
“Are you going to come, Dick? Do you want to be a naughty boy and come before us?”
Richard nods, head lolling back and forth on the bed.
He moans as hands roam freely about his body, stroking at his nipples, his cock, and every erogenous zone in between. There’s no place they touched that hadn’t felt electrifying on his skin, burning his nerves raw with sheer bliss. He’s gasping with each stab of pleasure thrust into him, each little drag closer to throwing him off the edge. By the time the blindfold is pulled off of him, his eyes are rolled back to his head—little strips of white on his otherwise blank expression.
The shock of spilling his brains out is the last thing he feels.
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Death of a Bachelor
(Erik Killmonger POV)
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: sSmutSs, fuckboyness
A/N: Possible new series? So hear me out, this was inspired by the movie Alfie, the Michael Caine version is the only one I seen. But Erik is going to experience four, maybe five women, each very different from the next. He’s having fun with them but at some point he’s going to have to tighten up on some of his ways, whether it’s with a lucky lady from the five, or by his damn self. I also just wanted to do a smut since I haven’t in a minute and no one is gettin any in my series’ (also I may have some residual hormones that I can’t work out right now because nature doesn’t want me to have any pleasure this week, so I’m getting it out here). The one time my mama asks me what I’m writing about and it’s THIS, smh. First POV of a character, so hopefully his spirit comes across here.
I swear God had a sense of humor making a nigga like me. The average man woulda been shot his on brains out with the bullshit I have had to deal with in my life. I’m not goin into all my childhood shit right now, that psychology and repressed emotions bull never rocked with me for real. Nah, I’m talkin bout my life right here, right now. People just won’t leave me the hell alone!
So boom, it’s like this. I like to take care of myself. I do my cardio every Monday, Wednesday, Saturday. That can be runnin, boxin, some P90X or whatever the fuck to keep me on my toes. I do weight training Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, doublin up when I feel like it with my cardio days; lightwork, you feel me? All that to say ya boy is stacked. You couldn’t put no more muscle on this 6’0 frame if you tried, took a damn long time but I finally got my shit filled out right.
And I’m proud of my shit, gotta double back by the mirror every so often just to catch myself lookin. I ain’t narcissistic or nothin, but fuck you if you think I should be humble, I earned this.
I say all that to say it’s funny how people think they entitled to your time just because you give em some dick every other visit. Females will tell you different, but they just as thirsty as niggas these days. I go out the gym, fresh from a shower in my wife beater and sweats, right? I got my shades on cuz I’m not tryna socialize, just get my protein powder and jet.
What they do? Stare at me walkin past the produce section, holdin they bananas in a daze, fuckin me with they eyes! On one hand, I’m cool with it, like I said I work for this body to be admired. Bitches love feelin on my stomach and chest while I dig them out, clawing my back when my shit too deep for em. But then I say good morning, and they ass wanna look at me funky and go about they business! Like I bothered them with some eye fuckin! Bitch if you don’t go on somewhere witcho thirsty ass! Maybe my approach is off, but fuck that, I know what you were thinkin bout, and that don’t require much introduction to get to.
That’s a good sign for me though, cuz I know they gon run off to they little friends talking bout, “Girl, this fine ass nigga said Hi to me at the grocery store today. Bitch, I hope I see him again, I might have to fuck him right on the tomatoes!” I know them! They act proud, but they don’t wanna come off hoeish.
Lemme see you be a hoe! I cannot stress that enough! There’s an artform to it though, don’t go comin up on me, rubbin my ass and whisperin in my ear (depends on the location and time of day though for that). Shit, come up to me and say hi for once! Being the aggressor gets tired after a while. See, when a baby girl come up to me, smilin all confident and shit like she holdin the meanin to life between her legs, askin me who I am and what she wants, NIGGA! You ain’t said nothin but a word, ma!
That’s how I got involved with this one girl, Venice, like that town in Italy. She a real cute redbone, bout 5’5 wears these red bottom heels everyday (at least she has em one whenever I see her...never takes em off). She work as a paralegal, so she gotta wear blazers, skirts, or pantsuits, which I don’t always find sexiest but the way she gets em tailored to her body, whew man, it’s almost porno levels of ridiculous but that’s just cuz how thicc she is. Bitch can’t help it!
I go to this deli shop on lunch sometimes and she was in line with her phone glued to her eyeballs, so I knew she wasn’t wantin to be fucked around with. I respect a woman’s boundaries, you ain’t gotta tell me twice to go the fuck on somewhere. But tell me why when I’m pickin up pastrami on rye, ready to smash that thing I hear her behind me talkin bout, “I took you as more of a footlong type of guy.” If that ain’t no damn innuendo I don’t know what the fuck is. I’m lookin at her like she gotta be jokin, but damn her with that fuckin smile. She smelt good too, like coconut and fresh laundry, she was clean clean. She tried to hide her lil joke talmbout “I meant you so look like you workout, your meal just don’t match the appetite I envisioned.” So I ask her if she been envisioning in more ways than one and that got her cackling real quick, touchin on me like we old classmates reuniting. Long story short, we exchanged numbers and I get a text at the end of the day askin me to pull up to her job and next thing I know, we fuckin on her desk. She loud as fuck too. The building seemed like it was cleared out but damn, the police coulda been called for all she was doin. The pussy was fire though, almost had me losin my shit. She keeps it clean, except for some hair across the top of her pussy like a toupee. She likes to ride it though, that probably has to do with her profession, wantin power over people. Soon as she start cummin though, she a damsel in distress needin her Superman to finish things off.
So I been fuckin with her for a little over a month now. It’s real causal, we meet more after dark than in the daytime. It’s fun, I ain’t had to jackoff too much cuz she seems to work with my shit like circadian rhythm or whatever. Soon as I felt my shit gettin hard, my phone light up.
Tonight wasn’t no different. I was working out late that night, finishing a couple of miles on the treadmill when a notification interrupts my music. I look at my phone and it’s a picture of her hand spreading her pussy lips out. Damn, purple and pink were my favorite colors. I had to hit the emergency stop so I didn’t bust my face on the machine. I let her know I would be there in a hour, she says to make it 30 minutes.
This is when I have a problem with her, she think she run me! If I tell her I can’t come today, she says she can help with that. I tell her I’m tired, she say I don’t have to do shit but lay there. I was outta town once, and she still not satisfied until I get her on FaceTime so she can see me jackoff while she play with herself. If it didn’t turn me on so damn much, I’d drop her for good.
So, after I shower and start heading to my car, she text me with this address I don’t know. When I Googled, it led me to some condo on the other side of town. I asked her what this was about and the bitch left me on read. Fuck outta here with that shit. I ain’t Scooby Doo, and I don’t feel like solvin mysteries. Fuck I look like?!
But my dumbass follows the scent of hot n ready pussy soon as it pops up, so I go and whatever. Place look like the fuckin Powerpuff Girls live here, doin the absolute most for one woman to be livin in by herself.
When I go knockin on her front door, it just opens on its own like a haunted house. I peek in, bout to call her lame ass for tellin me an address I don’t know about, tryna get a Black man killed, I hear her voice.
“Come on in, baby.”
I stepped my ass in there real slow, checkin my peripherals until I saw her sittin on the couch in some see through robe lookin at her fireplace. I coulda busted concrete with the hard on I got lookin at her. Those titties, nigga, sittin up under her chin practically, just overflowin she so big.
“What’re you standin there like you seen a ghost. Come sit like you got some kind of sense.”
“What you got the front door open like that for?” I asked her, sittin next to her.
“I knew you were coming by. I don’t feel like getting up if I don’t have to.” She takes a bottle of Hennessy from the table in front of us and pours two glasses, handing me one of em.
I take a sip, nursing my drink. “You tryna be a pillow princess tonight or sumthin? Wantin me to do all the work?” I asked her. I couldnt help but reach out to feel that ass through her robe but she smacked my hand.
“Not like that, Erik! I want you to finish that drink, and maybe another. I want to be entertained a little more than usual tonight.” She knocked back her drink quicker than a jackrabbit on a date. She set her drink down, scooching over closer to me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them damn titties! She started rubbin the inner part of my leg and I took the Henny down, you feel me!
She poured me another drink and started talkin all general about my day and shit. I wasn’t giving her nothin but one word answers cuz I was startin to get a lil lit off of the drink and she kept playin in my hair, kissin my neck and shit. I was tired of tellin her to chill out with alldat cuz I damn sure was ready to teach her ass some fuckin manners.
So I grab her thigh and pull her big ass over my lap, giving them cheeks a Jaws of Life-ass squeeze. I heard her gasp from my strength, she love that shit.
“Erik, hang on-” She try and say but I ain’t wantin to hear her mouth. I slip my hand in her panties and started washing my hands, her shit was like a faucet with that drip. I knew she was ready, think she playin with somebody.
“Fuck a ‘hang on’. Hang on these nuts, what you finna do.” I was bout to be in my element! Pussy poolin and I was finna dive, my nigga! Next thing I know my hair gettin pulled and yanked backward, hurt like a muthafucka.
“Damn Venice! What the fu-”
She took my hand and licked them off all slow. I felt her tongue dancing on my fingertips before she pinned my hand back.
“I really, really, love it when you’re rude, Erik. I do! But when I tell you to hold on, you say ‘yes ma’am’, remember?”
She pullin that dominance shit again. I ain’t on no punk shit, let the record show. But if this moves things along, then, “Yes ma’am.”
Then the damn doorbell rings! “Finally!” Venice gets up for the door, walkin all fast.
“Who the fuck are you expectin?” I’m gettin loud with her cuz I didn’t sign up for none of this shit. I was supposed to soak my wood and dip, she be extra but this on some other shit.
She turns around and puts her a finger to her mouth at me before opening the door. Some blonde girl comes through the door sayin Hi and huggin Venice like this a tea party. So, I’m sittin on the couch waiting for them to finish and her to leave, but Venice walks Jennifer Lawrence lookin clown into the living room.
“Erik, this is-”
“I don’t need to know her name, I need to know when she leavin.” I’m heated! My dick gettin soft by the minute, but Venice and her friend is unphased.
Venice starts playin in her hair and they start gigglin. “She’s here to keep us company. She’s fun, I think you both would do well with each other.”
Nigga, when she said this, I wondered if she spiked my damn drink or some bullshit. “I don’t associate with white folks Venice, stop wastin my time so we can do what I came over for.”
“That’s why Abbigayle is here! She wanted to meet you and-”
“You tellin bitches about me? Talkin behind my back?! I ain’t a damn gossip topic, fuck is your problem! I don’t fuck white bitches either, so you can just step ABBA!” I was ready to pack my happy ass up and go. Too many females on this planet to be strung up on one dummy.
“ERIK! I’m not going to be interrupted again! You’re making me lose my patience, that isn’t going to go over well for you. Be nice!”
I said already I ain’t no punk, right? And I meant that shit. But I ain’t never one to fuck up a good time, fuckin is fuckin, so let’s just see what happens. “Yes ma’am.”
Venice liked that, she instantly walked all slow and sexy over to me tellin me good job and shit, kissin on me. For a second I forgot about Abracadabra but then I feel an extra pair of hands at my lap and I see her unbuttoning my pants. Venice tooks my face back to look at her; she is really fuckin beautiful, I can’t even lie on that. Her lips felt like when you ain’t had Starburst in a while, and the first one in the line is a Pink or a Red, nigga her lips juicy as fuck and I didn’t want her to stop puttin em on me.
So we makin out on the couch and Abacus got my dick out and starts lickin and kissin my shit like it’s a damn bomb pop. That’s cute and all if I rock with you, but if I don’t know you like that? You just playin, show me what the hell that mouf do so I can hae somethin to talk to the homies bout later.
Venice gets off the couch and sits across the room in a chair, leaving her leg over the arm so her legs are spread out. I finally was gettin hard again, poor Abilify probably thought I was gettin there from her hen peckin round my shaft. Nah, I couldn’t hold back seeing Venice sittin there like she ain’t give an entire fuck that some random bitch was suckin my dick! Like, she ain’t been shy about what she likes in the bedroom but fuck, this was some new shit she pullin out on me.
When Venice took off her bra to let them titties hang on her stomach, I was about to lose my damn patience. I look down and Albuquerque and decide she needs some instruction on what to do when you got dick in your mouth.
“Open ya mouth up.” I told her, pulling her hair back to hold it behind her head. Soon as she does I pump my dick all into the back of her throat. She start hittin that gag reflex just right and then I let her breathe while she coughs and wipes her mascara down. I look over at Venice who has a slick smile on her face, nodding at me to continue. When Abomasnow started bobbin on my dick again, she was two handin my shit right? Venice brought a real lazy ass to this party. So I popped her face tellin her to take it deep. White girl was a trooper, I give her that. She barely got it halfway in before she started to gag, so I held her down just to make sure she wasn’t playing.
Lookin over at Venice, now she all relaxed, panties to the side with two fingers diggin herself out. She was bitin her lip tryin not to cum, she bet not either. With her full attenion I let her friend breathe again before I made her face my playground, fuckin the shit outta her throat. I tried my best to imagine it being Venice’s pussy like she probably wish her fingers were me. I couldn’t take no damn more.
I pulled out of Arby’s and strolled my ass on over to Venice, ready or not. Venice wasn’t fightin though as I picked her up under them thick ass legs while she held onto my shoulders. I guided her onto my Johnson and slid right in that bitch like it was nothin. She was so damn wet for me, and her face said it all that she was finally gettin what we came there to do. Venice pussy reminded me of when you just sat down after bein up on your feet all day and you feel like your heart is beatin in your soles when you get them propped up but it’s so damn better than gettin back up again. Venice knew how to tease me, and that shit was torture, but fuck if that release ain’t sweeter for it. Kissin on her lips while she breathin on me kept me goin, so I put her down turned her around by the fireplace. I picked her leg up and back and got right back in that pussy. This was my favorite position, cuz she felt tighter from behind, and she screamed louder too. Singing my name out like a gospel, cussin me out so much it almost hurt my feelins. Almost.
I almost forgot about her friend, til I felt a ticklin on my balls and there was Abscess tryna feel a part of this too, lickin my nuts and Venice’s pussy when I was slammin too hard in them cheeks. It was whatever though, cuz not a damn thing was bringing me out of her til I was through.
While I’m holdin Venice’s titties bouncin round, I felt myself gettin close, but that wasn’t happenin here, not like that. So I pull out of Venice, almost kickin Albany in the face and take her chair spot.
“Lemme fuck them titties real quick.” Venice gets between my legs and wraps them tig ol bitties round me, holdin them in place. Ma had my dick CREAMY, I didn’t even notice til then, she was cummin harder than a muthafucka. Venice friend helped keep her hair back, encouraging her with some “Go girl, get that cock baby!” type of Bring It On like nonsense. This ain’t no damn pep rally, fuck is you doin? Me and Venice were in our own damn world anyway, watchin her tongue hang out to catch my tip when it poke from her cleavage made me mad. She knew what the fuck to do, and I can’t stand it! Nigga, that nut was so long and hard, it could break steel, but it painted her face like a damn masterpiece, stickin on her eyelashes and shit. What the fuck she get for makin me work so damn hard.
With all that, her friend was pretty chill by the outcome. “Damn, Venice, you weren’t lying at all. Shits real!” givin Venice a high five while I pulled my pants up and she wiped her face.
“Right? Told you! Ok guys, I have to get some rest so just see yourselves out. We should do this again!”
I just knew she wasn’t talkin to me, but she really was walkin up her steps to her room like we were her employees clockin out.
I asked her, “Aye, Venice! This how you treat guests in your house!”
“You ain’t gotta go home, Erik, but you have got to get the hell outta here before my husband gets home.” Venice said with a flick of her wrist. Bossy ass bitch!
Me and Abbreviate walk outside and I just had to ask her somethin for what just happened. “Do y’all do this a lot?”
She just shrugs. “Sometimes, but I don’t say yes to every invitation. You just sounded too promising.”
I nodded, confused as hell, but flattered. “Right. And how y’all know each other?”
“I’m a colleague. Worked on a case together and got a little closer than necessary. Been a good friend since. Take care of yourself, Erik.” She gets in her car and that was that on that.
When I head to my whip, I get a text notification. I just knew it was Venice asking me to come back or at least a thank you. But no this time it was my other situation, Genesis.
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For prompt #20 from @pillarspromptsweekly, Gift. Went with Emiri this time. Spoilers for Kana’s personal quest, if anyone’s still working through that. :)
They were all quiet as they trudged up the steps out of Od Nua, even Kana, which was unusual. Especially Kana, which was downright unnerving. Emiri couldn’t really blame him; their hunt for Gabrannos and the Tanvii ora Toha had ended badly. And honestly, that felt like an understatement on par with saying her pirate masters had been unkind.
It wasn’t often you found your hopes and dreams literally smashed into teeny tiny pieces, though, so she struggled to figure the best response. Should she give him space for a while? Offer to listen? Try to make it better or let him work though on his own? Kana had been so nice to her since they begun traveling together, she wanted to help him in return. Emiri was so lost in thought she tripped over the last step up into the dungeons. Kana instinctively--wordlessly--grabbed her arm to steady her, letting go as soon as she had her balance.
“Thank you,” she smiled, but he just nodded, clearly lost in thought. Who are you, and what have you done with Kana? The thought was a sarcastic one, but one she almost endorsed.
The waiting group of Leaden Key assassins on the other side of the door were just the icing on the cake of this truly awful afternoon. Emiri very nearly skipped trying to talk them down, but knew she’d second guess herself for weeks--maybe this group would have been the exception--if she didn’t at least attempt diplomacy.
They were not the exception. Even tired as they were, Emiri’s party made short work of the Leaden Key when they attacked. She stooped to search the bodies for anything useful, and by the time she straightened, Kana had slipped away. Emiri sighed and fiddled anxiously with her bracelet. Giving him space it is, then. Apparently she’d have to think of something else to cheer him up.
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She had plenty of time to do her thinking; they opted to spend a few days at Caed Nua, recovering from their venture into the Paths, before they resumed adventuring. It took until the third of those few days, but Emiri finally had an idea.
One that led to her being caught in the kitchen by Edér, covered in flour and squinting at the recipe as she attempted to puzzle out the cook’s spidery handwriting.
“Do I wanna know?” he asked with a laugh. Emiri wrinkled her nose and flicked flour at him.
“I’m baking. Or... trying to. I’m having trouble reading the recipe,” she admitted sheepishly.
“Need some help?” Edér offered.
“Not if I’m pulling you away from something. I can manage. I think.”
“Nah, I’m free as a bird,” he said with a smile. He picked up the recipe and whistled. “No wonder you’re havin’ trouble reading this. Any particular reason you’re makin’ cookies? Or didja just want a snack?”
Emiri shook her head. “They’re for Kana. I wanna cheer him up. But I’m doubling the recipe, so there should be enough for everyone to have a couple.”
Edér nodded slowly. “Good idea. Poor guy’s takin’ the mess with Gan- Gabrannos an’ that tablet real hard.”
“I would be, too,” Emiri shrugged. “He’d been looking for that for a year, for it to be crumbled dust in the end had to hurt.”
“‘Miri, if you’re doublin’, you need more butter,” Edér pointed out.
“Oh. Whoops.” She added the butter. “Good catch.”
“What I’m here for,” he grinned. “So you’re just tryin’ to cheer Kana up, huh? This isn’t ‘cause you’re sweet on him or anything?”
Emiri stared adamantly at the mixing bowl. “Yes.” then hastily clarified, “to the first, not the second. We’re friends and I wanna make him feel better. Definitely not sweet on him.”
Liar, laughed her brain as he cheeks burned and she thanked the gods Edér didn’t possess her abilities.
Still didn’t look like he believed her, though. “Sure. And cook’s alright with you takin’ over the kitchen?”
Emiri nodded and huffed hair out of her eyes. “I mean, it’s my keep. An’ we don’t have any visiting dignitaries to impress, so she said I can have it as long as I need. “
“Mm.” Edér watched her for a minute. “Don’t take this the wrong way, ‘Miri, but is this your first time baking?”
She grimaced and shot him a sheepish smile. “What gave me away?”
He pointed to the small measuring pitcher, white dusted along the rim. “That’s not what you use for flour. Also I know the recipe says a pinch of nutmeg, but that just means only a little. Not literally a pinch.” He grinned and glanced at her hands. “Though I guess you can just stick to a pinch, actually. It’ll work out.” A chuckle. “Maybe the person who wrote this recipe was an aumaua.”
“There are a lot in Rauatai,” Emiri giggled. “And we do love our sweets.” She resumed mixing the batter. “So... how do you know so much about baking?”
Edér shrugged, eyes twinkling mischievously as he rubbed a small glob of batter off her halo. “Man’s gotta eat.”
“So you mean you’ve been letting me argue with Sagani for months about actually cooking food before we eat it, while the whole time you knew how to cook?!” She flicked more flour at him.
“You’re assumin’ my cooking would be better than the alternative,” he pointed out with a grin. “Maybe I’m only good enough for myself.”
“Somehow I doubt that, but I’ll let it slide if you start melting the chocolate.”
“Deal.”
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In the end, the cookies were made largely without incident, aside from the first batch melding into one big cookie thanks to insufficient spacing. Emiri just laughed, separated them as they cooled, and kept that batch back to share. The rest were all spaced appropriately and turned out fine. Once they’d cooled, she piled half the cookies in a basket and went looking for Kana.
He was not easy to find. His room, the library, the adra pillars in the courtyard, all checked to no avail. She finally found him as the sun was starting to set, sitting by the fountain and staring pensively at the sun’s reflection in the water.
“Y’know, that’s almost as bad as looking at the sun itself,” she commented, sitting next to him and running her fingers through the water. “‘Specially when it’s this still.”
“Did you need something, Emiri?” He sounded tired. Defeated. She hated it.
“Actually, i brought you something. As a, um, gift.” Her face warmed ever so slightly and she prayed it wasn’t enough to be noticed as she set the basket between them. “I remembered how much you like the ones from my birthday, and, well, these are different, but still chocolate, so hopefully you’ll like them, too.”
Kana’s lips twitched in the barest, weakest attempt at a smile. “Chocolate is always good. What prompted this?”
Emiri shrugged and played with her hair. “Hoping to cheer you up, partially.”
“And what’s the rest of it?” he asked, finally looking up from the water.
“I just... you’ve been so sweet to me since... since we met,” she began, inexplicably nervous. What are you afraid of? It’s Kana, for crying out loud. “Helping me learn to read, the dancing lessons, always being there when I needed to talk. I appreciate all of it, so much.” She leaned forward and rested her hand on his arm. “I wanted to do something sweet for you in return. Cookies are perhaps a little more literally sweet than I intended, but I’m also willing to listen, if you want to talk. I wish there had been more we could do. Or that just finding it was enough.”
“In a way... it is,” Kana admitted, taking a cookie and staring at it thoughtfully. He traced one fingertip over its surface as he spoke. “It’s enough for me that it existed. That it was here, once. But... I spent so long looking for it as proof; something I could take back to the lore college, and for that it’s as worthless as empty parchment.”
Emiri was quiet for a moment. She knew that feeling, hope answered with nothing. Finally, though, she squeezed his arm and said, “Don’t think about it like that, then. Think of everything we learned looking for it. We were the first people in two thousand years to go that far down into Od Nua. That’s something, isn’t it?”
“...Yes,” Kana said slowly, after a pause. He actually met her eye with the hesitant beginnings of a smile. “It is a great feat, isn’t it?” He sighed, the smile faltering. “It would be greater if we’d found what what we sought.”
“True,” Emiri agreed, shifting to trail her fingers through the fountain again. “But you must’ve been on the right path for the Leaden Key to come after you like they did. The threat their leader tossed at us; that we wouldn’t find anything because we’d be dead. To me, that means there is something to find. Or, at least, they think there is. I think that’s worth pursuing, don’t you?”
“Normally I’d agree with you, but I had it wrong.” Kana sighed, gaze returning to the distorted reflection in the water. “There was no book of virtues. Nothing to advocate peace. So even if we are on the right path, as you think, what waits at the end?”
“Answers, hopefully,” she said with a chuckle, flicking an arc of water over the grass and watching the droplets sparkle orange, pink, or purple in the sunset’s light. “For both of us. But there’s only one way to find out. Assuming you plan to stick around?” The possibility he might not only hit her as she said the words, and Emiri fought down a brief surge of panic.
“Of course,” he nodded with certainty. “After everything you’ve done for me, I owe you that much.”
“Kana, I want you to stay because you want to, not because you feel you have to.” Emiri dried her hand on her pants and picked at a hangnail.
“Emiri.” Kana waited until she looked at him and smiled. It was tired, still a little sad around the edges, but it was a smile. “I’m staying because I want to. To help a very good friend.”
“See, this is what I’m talking about,” she muttered, grinning. “You’re so sweet. Hence, cookies.” She gestured at the basket. “That I made myself, by the way.”
Kana examined the one in his hand. “Was that meant as a warning?”
Emiri scowled playfully at his teasing tone and poked his shoulder. “I will push you into this fountain.”
He laughed. Gods, she’d missed his laugh, for the few days it had been absent. “Please don’t. I’m sure they’re delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Emiri fidgeted with her bracelet for a moment, rubbing her thumb over the beads.
“Are you certain you didn’t need anything from me?” Kana asked as they both stood. Emiri might have a mild level of self-illumination, but as darkness fell it was still advisable to take their conversation indoors.
She matched his smile with one of her own. “I’m good.”
“One last question,” he began around a mouthful of cookie as they made their way inside Brighthollow. “Do I have to share?”
Emiri giggled and closed the door behind them. “Only if you want to. I made extra. Those are all yours.”
“Excellent.” Kana winked and handed her a cookie before heading for his room in a noticeably better mood.
Emiri caught Edér watching from his own doorway and flashed him a victorious smile. Mission accomplished. Thank you. She tried not to think about the knowing twinkle in his eye as she made her way to her own room.
#queens fic#pillars prompts weekly#pillars of eternity#kana rua#watcher emiri#girl's got it so bad#poor thing#i love kana so much#have I mentioned that? :P#emiri
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Dr. Edward Pretorius is a scientist who has developed the Resonator, a machine which allows whoever is within range to see beyond normal perceptible reality. His assistant, Dr. Crawford Tillinghast, activates the machine and soon sees strange creatures in the air. When he is bitten by one of them, he urges Pretorius to turn off the machine. The crazed Pretorius refuses. Crawford panics and flees. When the police arrive, they find Pretorius decapitated. Crawford is subsequently arrested and accused of murder.
Crawford is committed to a psychiatric ward, where he is treated by Dr. Katherine McMichaels. After Crawford gives his account of Pretorius’ death, Katherine orders that Crawford undergo a CT scan, showing that Crawford’s pineal gland is enlarged and growing. Convinced of Crawford’s innocence, Katherine has him released to her custody, and plans on taking him back to Pretorius’ house and the Resonator. They are accompanied by Detective Bubba Brownlee, who investigated Pretorius’ death.
Upon returning to the house, Katherine and Crawford rebuild the Resonator. Crawford reactivates the machine which causes more creatures to appear along with a severely deformed Pretorius. His consciousness having taken control of the creature that devoured his brain, Pretorius tells the trio of a world beyond that is more pleasurable than normal reality. A panicking Crawford shuts off the Resonator, making Pretorius and the creatures vanish.
The next morning, Katherine insists that the Resonator could shed light on the victims of schizophrenia, as well as possible treatments and suggests that they turn the machine back on, but Bubba and Crawford disagree. While Bubba and Crawford are asleep, Katherine gets back up to feel the pleasure from the machine and turns it back on, bringing forth a worried Crawford and the now-almost unrecognizable and mutated Pretorius. Bubba enters the scene as Pretorius grabs Katherine, preparing to eat her mind and take her to the world of beyond. Crawford and Bubba go down into the basement to shut off the power, but encounter a giant worm like monster. Bubba succeeds in shutting off the power, rescuing Crawford and Katherine and sending Pretorius away.
When Bubba decides that they should leave the house, all of a sudden, Pretorius somehow returns and the Resonator turns back on, as all three of them run up into the attic to deactivate it. Katherine and Crawford are attacked by little beelike creatures, and as Bubba pushes them out of the way, he is devoured to the bone. Crawford fights off Pretorius and succeeds in freeing Katherine, but then his enlarged pineal gland pops out of his forehead. Katherine short circuits the machine by spraying it repeatedly with a fire extinguisher.
She then takes Crawford back to the hospital, where she is evaluated for insanity and schizophrenia, since her story was just like Crawford’s. As Katherine is being prepared for shock treatment by a sadistic staff member, Crawford has developed an overwhelming hunger for human brains and kills Katherine’s superior Dr. Bloch. Katherine escapes and drives back to the house with a bomb and a crazed Crawford following her.
Katherine puts the bomb on the Resonator and goes to leave when Crawford attacks her. As he is about to eat her brain, she bites off his pineal gland, reverting him to his senses. However, Crawford is pulled away and has his brain eaten by a completely deformed, mutated Pretorius. Before he can do the same to Katherine, Crawford’s consciousness begins to fight for control within Pretorius, the opposing consciousnesses tearing their shared body apart. Katherine finally escapes through the attic window just as the bomb explodes, killing both Pretorius and Crawford and destroying the resonator.
Landing outside, Katherine breaks her leg and the neighbors gather around her as she suffers a complete mental break, saying “It ATE him!” while bursting out in mad laughter.
Stuart Gordon Behind the Scenes From Beyond
DEVELOPMENT/PRE-PRODUCTION
Stuart Gordon, whose 1985 debut Re-Animator, a modernized adaptation H.P. Lovecraft’s short story, was a landmark of excess that made an instant genre icon of its star, Jeffrey Combs. Seeking to duplicate its success. Gordon, alongside Re-Animator producer Brian Yuzna and screenwriter Dennis Paoli. again turned to the Dark Prince of Providence for a more ambitious follow-up feature. But when their plans for Dagon based on the Lovecraft story The Shadow Over Innsmouth – were shot down by Empire Pictures head honcho Charles Band, they turned to a much slighter, though no less strange, Lovecraft tale for their next feature: the 1920 short story From Beyond.
The script, co-written with playwright/screenwriters Dennis Paoli and William J. Norris, Gordon observed, “This was a much more difficult adaptation than RE-ANIMATOR because it was just the setup and we had to come up with the rest of the movie. Lovecraft’s story is only five pages long.”
“I would say Katherine in FROM BEYOND afforded me the greatest opportunity to play a wide range of emotions in the course of 90 minutes. I went from being a repressed Psychiatrist to a yearning, sexually charged and awakened woman to…being a hero! It was quite a journey and one where Jeffrey (Combs) and I almost reversed roles from what we played in RE-ANIMATOR.” – Barbara Crampton
Lovecraft’s “At the Mountains of Madness” inspired Gordon and his screenwriters conception for the film’s monster. Explained Gordon, “We came across a creature, the Shoggoth, which were the slaves of the Old Ones that once populated the earth. The Shoggoth is a kind of protoplasmic ball fifteen feet in diameter, which has the capacity to change itself into anything it needs to be. If they needed arms, they’d just grow arms. Somehow, they also gained intelligence.”
Observed Gordon of Lovecraft’s constantly-evolving Shoggoth, “One trouble with horror movies is that once you see the monster, the movie’s over. This idea allowed us to have the monster changing constantly-just when you think you’ve seen it as bad as it can get, it gets worse.”
After a tentative budget for the film had been fixed, Yuzna contacted New York-based writer Dennis Paoli to come up with a screenplay. That script was heavily revised by the producer and Gordon. Major changes were made in the design of the special effects. Comic strip artist Neal Adams was brought in to work on the storyboards. Adams eventually teamed up with Gordon on the task, eager to capture a unique look for the creatures. The script described them as both shapeless and erotic at the same time. Adams and Gordon worked very loose, without worrying about how the creatures would be made to work. They strove for a striking EC Comics look.
The production hired special effects coordinator Michael Muscal to determine whether effects could be filmed according to the storyboards. Muscal was joined by supervisors John Naulin and Tony Doublin, who worked with Gordon on some of the visual concepts. Gordon decided to avoid opticals as much as possible and create effects live on camera.
According to Shostrom, Dennis Paoli’s screenplay was open concerning how the creatures looked. “Stuart has an artistic background,” he adds, “so he was able to come up with some great storyboards showing what he wanted, like Mr. Bubble (the first-stage Pretorious transformation). He had seen some sketches I’d done for a film a few years back where a person had a large membranous sac attached to his neck, an idea which he liked. He did some illustrations that took it further. So, Stuart had much to do with the final image.”
SPECIAL EFFECTS
John Naulin and Tony Doublin started designing the effects for FROM BEYOND. Based in California, Naulin supplied all makeup and mechanical effects. Tony Doublin took charge of the optical and mechanical effects. Naulin got the assignment of the graphic makeup effects. He also designed the pineal gland and the mechanical lamprey eels. John Buechler created the phase one Pretorious effects. Mark Shostrom was brought in for the later Pretorious transformations, known as “Mr. Bubble.” Pretorious, the central character of FROM BEYOND, gradually evolves into a protoplasmic, shapeless entity.
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In Buechler’s key transformation, Pretorious’ head gruesomely splits open and a pair of rotten hands shoot out to grab a terrified Barbara Crampton (dressed in black leather). The movements were entirely mechanical. A small replica of actor Ted Sorel’s torso was sculpted at Buechler’s lab in California, then sent over to Italy, as were most of the effects props.
“The first transformation was done with a bunch of appliances,” said Michael Deak, who assisted Buechler in Italy. “The muscles actually came off his face. Then we switched to a puppet for the split open scene. We had the help of Dave Kindlon and Rob Kurtzman (of Mark Shostrom’s crew), who were coordinating Pretorious arms. Bill (Butler) and I were pumping out a sort of gelatinous slimy stuff.”
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The MTSD crew additionally provided the S & M and splatter material, subsequently removed for the R-rated release: whipping, nipple spiking, tongue piercing, eyeball sucking, and brain eating. Of course, there were basic wounds-cuts, bruises, burns-but also Bubba Brownlee’s (Ken Foree) death scene when he gets eaten by insects. Greg Johnson, along with the rest of the crew, built Bubba’s lower body, while John Criswell sculpted the torso; Anthony and Therese Doublin created the tiny insects.
“Those “insects’ were really millions of polystyrene balls,” explains Doublin, “blown around by a huge fan. Actually, one of the crew kidded me that Stuart wanted tiny eyes painted on each ball. I said fine, get me 500 prisoners,” he laughs.
We also did what could be called the secondary creatures, the non Pretorious related stuff,” Naulin elaborates. “The giant lamprey eel, for example, that sucks off Jeffrey Combs’ hair. Also, the psuedojellyfish and wriggling snake-eels that are present when the Resonator is switched on.
“There was an interesting crossover since part of those effects are optical, created by using rod puppets in a tank of water, matted in to give them the necessary degree of fluidity of motion. Tony Doublin developed the water aspect. John Criswell and I built the snake-eels and jellyfish.
“We used different puppets on set for the biting sequences,” Naulin continues. “There were two of each: one fully mechanically and radio controlled, the other physically operated in part. Those were less sophisticated stunt versions.
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“We had a problem coming up with a design that would work with an optical that obviously would not be added until much later,” Naulin observes. “The eels used out of the tank were different because the mechanisms had to be covered up, made to look like innards. For the close-ups, one of the main elements used were latex condoms, which were thin and flexible yet translucent enough for the back-lighting to show through.”
Both FX supervisors consider From Beyond to be a good test of their skills, one they enjoyed. However, an aspect of Italy neither found pleasant was the sub-zero temperatures experienced during shooting as Rome was plunged into a rare, deep snowfall. This aside, Naulin and Doublin praise the Italian crew who provided their backup.
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Mark Shostrom luckily missed the bad weather, but remains frustrated that he could not supervise his creations on set due to his Evil Dead II responsibilities. In his place, he sent animatronics expert David Kindlon and makeup artist/technician Robert Kurtzman. “I was quite distraught that I couldn’t get over to Z monitor what went on,” confesses Shostrom. “But Robert is the best person I know to oversee that kind of situation. He’s an excellent artist. as is David Kindlon. With him troubleshooting the mechanics, I could sleep nights. I’m enormously pleased with the way it turned out on screen.”
Shostrom joined the production during its early inception. “I had lots of discussions with Stuart and showed him my sketches, which were quite surrealistic monsters. But it basically came down to having a design because we suddenly got a green light, so I sculpted a couple of maquetes, small sculptures for the final creature, and the Pretorious monster.
As for the final creature seen in From Beyond, Shostrom tried to go beyond his budget. As he puts it: “We were pretty ambitious there. I told them what it would take. Brian Yuzna said Empire couldn’t afford that. We tried anyway. I sculpted the maquete of the creature, trying to give it a look that was unusual, yet would fit within the story. Creating it really drained my budget, but the key thing was the animatronics designed and built by David Kindlon, who really bit off a lot to chew on that one. He had to make radio-controlled heads and arms all by himself, although his work was essential to the creature’s success.
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“The reason why we all went full steam ahead on this film,” he relates,”was simply because it was such a neat project. That, and the desire to create a really memorable monster, to make it better than it should have been on the given budget.”
The Pretorious creature emerged as the end result: big, complicated, difficult to manage due to its size. “We need several things we hadn’t obsessed with the machine. He shows her what it can do because he cares, but he’s a victim. He is then transformed, his whole life is changed, Crawford is a man who runs away every time there is danger. But he learns to stand his ground. It’s almost a moral message.”
From Beyond was a very difficult movie. I’m kind of schizo about it. It involved a lot of makeup. I counted it up once, it was 30 days in that hideous, bald-headed, dog-dick-out-of-my-forehead thing. I hated it. It was so uncomfortable. And yet on the flip side of that, it was shot out of Rome, Italy, and I got to spend a glorious eight weeks in one of the world’s greatest capitals. It was good. I feel like Charles Dickens: It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times. But I also felt like the role in From Beyond was so polar-opposite to what I had done in Re-Animator, where I played a strong, driving personality that pushed the action forward. Here, I was really—for all intents and purposes—being a victim. Someone standing there going, “No!” So I felt like some of the tools in my kit were being taken away from me. That was a bit frustrating, too. – Jeffrey Combs
From Beyond was shot in Italy with an Italian crew in order to save money. Gordon says that the film would have cost fifteen million dollars to make in the United States, whereas the foreign production enabled him to hold costs to approximately two and a half million dollars. It was shot on a soundstage called Dinocitta just outside Rome. Dinocitta was originally constructed by Dino DeLaurentiis, but was seized by the government for nonpayment of taxes, and then sold to Empire Studios. From Beyond was one of the first films shot at that venue during its period of ownership by Empire.
Dinocitta Studios are located to the south of Rome, a 50-minute drive from the city center. This industrial estate clashes with the surrounding lush countryside. It is here, in studio three-a huge concrete hangar the weird and wonderful reality of From Beyond is being created.
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The entire soundstage has been transformed into a large mansion, both interiors and exteriors. The set, created by Giovanni Natalucci and built at a cost of several thousand dollars, it is a large gothic style New England house.
This time around, Yuzna and Gordon have an eight week schedule in which to work their cinematic magic, twice the length they had for ReAnimator, and double the budget: the first Lovecraft adaptation cost $2 million to make; From Beyond’s budget is $4.5 million, primarily because of the enormous amount of special FX required. In this gothic picture, the action starts on page one of the screenplay and doesn’t let up until the explosive climax that promises to be truly stomach-turning.
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“This is a far more ambitious film than Re-Animator,” Yuzna explains. “But we’re under much less pressure because of the time we have. It’s taken an awful lot of organizing, but you’ll see the results on screen.’ Producer Yuzna has nothing but praise for the director. “Stuart has advanced in leaps and bounds-he’s getting terrific. He’s already brilliant as far as I’m concerned. A couple more pictures though, and he’s going to be tremendous. He’s one of the best directors I’ve ever come across who really works with actors. But, Stuart’s greatest gift is he knows how to tell a story. He does it the old way. The oral tradition; fairy tales stories where wild, crazy things happen. And people relate to that. It’s human storytelling.”
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CAST/CREW
Directed by Stuart Gordon
Produced by Brian Yuzna
Screenplay by Dennis Paoli
Story by Brian Yuzna
Dennis Paoli
Stuart Gordon
Based on “From Beyond”
by H. P. Lovecraft
Jeffrey Combs as Dr. Crawford Tillinghast
Barbara Crampton as Dr. Katherine McMichaels
Ted Sorel as Dr. Edward Pretorius
Ken Foree as Bubba Brownlee
Carolyn Purdy-Gordon as Dr. Bloch
Bunny Summers as Neighborhood Lady
Bruce McGuire as Jordan Fields
Makeup Department
Bruce Barlow … shop crew
Giacinto Bretti … additional effects makeup: Italy
Roberta Cozzo … assistant makeup artist
Gilda De Guilmi … hair stylist (as Ida De Guilmi)
Giancarlo Del Brocco … makeup designer
Rita Innocenzi … hairdresser
Mark Shostrom … special makeup effects
Alfredo Tiberi … assistant makeup artist
Bill Forsche … special makeup effects artist (uncredited)
Neal Adams … conceptual artist
Special Effects by
Bruce Barlow … fabrication crew: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries
Gabriel Bartalos … fabrication crew: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries (as Gabe Bartalos)
John Blake … effects technician: Mark Shostrom Studio (as John Blake Dutro)
John Carl Buechler … special effects creatures and transformations designer and supervisor: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries (as John Buechler)
William Butler … location supervisor: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries / special effects makeup
John Criswell … assistant to Mr. Naulin: More Than Skin Deep
Gino Crognale … modeler: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries
Michael Deak … location supervisor: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries / on-set effects supervisor
Mitch Devane … modeler: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries (as Mitch De Vane)
Joe Dolinich … fabrication crew: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries
Anthony Doublin … physical and photographic effects supervisor: Doublin EFX
Theresa Harding Doublin … production effects assistant (as Therese Harding Doublin)
Thomas Floutz … fabrication crew: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries (as Tom Floutz)
Greg Johnson … special effects makeup assistant: More Than Skin Deep
Crit Killen … effects technician
David Kindlon … animatronics: Mark Shostrom Studio
Robert Kurtzman … effects technician: Mark Shostrom Studio
Peter Mark … post-production effects assistant
Ralph Miller III … animatronics: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries
Michael Muscal … special effects coordinator
John Naulin … optical water tank creature creator: More Than Skin Deep / special effects makeup and creatures coordinator: More Than Skin Deep
Shayna Naulin … special effects makeup assistant: More Than Skin Deep
Greg Nicotero … effects technician: Mark Shostrom Studio (as Gregory Nicotero)
Salvatore Passanisi … special effects assistant: Italy
Steve Patino … effects technician: Mark Shostrom Studio
Gregor Punchatz … effects technician: Mark Shostrom Studio
Mark Shostrom … pretorius creatures and body prosthetics designer and supervisor: Mark Shostrom Studio
Aaron Sims … effects technician: Mark Shostrom Studio
Giuseppe Tortora … special effects technician: Italy
Gino Vagniluca … special effects technician: Italy
John Vulich … fabrication crew: Mechanical and Makeup Imageries
Drex Reed … special effects crew (uncredited)
Visual Effects by
Linda Drake … optical compositor (as Linda Obalil)
David Zen Mansley … designer and creator: resonator (as David ‘Zen’ Mansley)
Mark Shostrom … Pretorious creature effects
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From Beyond (1986) Retrospective SUMMARY Dr. Edward Pretorius is a scientist who has developed the Resonator, a machine which allows whoever is within range to see beyond normal perceptible reality.
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