DAY 02: Once Human (Sydney/ Jennifer's Body)
Changed from the Inside Out
content warning. this one isn't as good, since im not feeling so hot, so less smut in it, more feelings. Sydney is a bit homicidal, drinking people dry (of everything they can), accidentally harming the reader, reader and Syd in their feels and reader with transformed.
“You’re killing people!”
“No, I’m killing sinners.” Sydney grinned at you, unable to see the irony in his statement.
It would have looked like a normal night to anyone peeking into your bedroom window… Which your childhood best friend managed to climb into, despite being far above the ground. You and him, him and you, together in your room, snacks on the bed with the TV quietly playing a forgotten movie, so eerily similar to the weekend sleepovers you’d have had for so many years.
It was all wrong now.
You were stiff as a board, unable to relax or even stand near your childhood best friend, keeping on the other side of the bed as he watched you. His soft golden locks were gone, replaced by inky black tresses that he kept loose around his face. The glasses he’d sheepishly nudge up his nose with his knuckle were gone too, swapped out for contacts, you think. Even his usual neat pressed clothes had been tossed aside. He, indeed… Looked good. But… You knew that despite the familiar face, this wasn’t your Sydney. Not the same boy you spent most of your life trotting behind, hanging out with every spare moment, not the boy you asked… To…
“Don’t give me that look.” Sydney rolled his eyes and flopped onto your bed, rolling onto his stomach to look up at you with heavy lidded eyes. “God, I didn’t know you were this boring, Needy.”
You flinched like you had been slapped in the face. He never used that nickname before for you, not ever. It was whispered by classmates, sneering as you hurried to catch up with him, by some of your shared friends, once or twice a teacher slipped up when trying to remember your name. Even Sirris stammered when he started to call you it, blushing up to his ears.
“It’s wrong.” You muttered, trying to fight through the hurt you were feeling.
“No, it isn’t.” Sydney snorted. “You really miss Whitney? Do you, huh?”
“N-No, but he didn’t deserve… That!” You didn’t see the body, but rumours and gossip were gospel at your school, despite the teachers trying to keep everyone quiet.
“Kylar? You miss him dragging his filthy hands all over you?”
“He didn’t even do-”
“He wanted to!” Sydney snapped, sitting up and lunging at your wrists to yank you onto the bed, nose to nose. “I could feel what they wanted to do. Horrible fucking sinners. I couldn’t let them even think about what they wanted to do to you, so I did what I had to. But I’m still hungry.”
His grip tightened, beginning to bruise your wrists trapped in his wrists. Sydney’s eyes stared into yours, wild and reckless, alien.
“They taste so good.” Sydney murmurs, his own fingers loosening from your wrists and hungrily pushing up the sleeves of your jumper to expose your forearms. “It’s like I can taste what they want from me. They want to fuck me and god, I let them. They can never handle it.”
Your stomach twisted in horror, at his stranger pawing at you.
“I’ve started letting people use me. Old perverts, the ones that would try to grope up before, and their hearts nearly give out when I push their hands into my underwear, or when I touch them right back. Lonely people at the beach who nearly cry when I bend over, even those with families sneak away with me with one look. I fucking love it.” Sydney’s breathing sped up, almost lost in his own world.
“But… You didn’t kill any of them. Why did you-”
“Because they’re not allowed to want you!” Sydney shouted, tightening his grip again. “I took them for every drop they had in their bodies, because you’re not the one they’re supposed to look at, it's me now.”
You felt tears well in your eyes. He watched one escape and seemed to settle down, pulling you closer against him, gently shushing you.
“You’re different, Syd.” You could only blubber, as if a child again, clinging to him for comfort when you scraped your knee.
There was a beat of silence.
“No, I’m not.” He sighed. "You don't even know, do you"
"Know what, Syd?" You whispered.
"I was always like this, deep down. God, even before you asked me to help you lose your virginity, I was touching my cock to you. Barely, but still, stroking enough to feel bad about it when I sat next to you the next day. I was happy to be your friend, help you, and then maybe marry you, but now I want it all."
You flushed, startled that he brought up the evening you two shared one evening, a quiet pact formed to not tell anyone, just to make sure the two of you lost your virginities to someone you liked, in a safe way.
Using your momentary shock, Sydney pushed you down onto your back, putting enough of his weight on you so you couldn’t wriggle away. He gently trailed a finger over your cheek, in a quiet reverence, and all of a sudden, you were back in his room a few months ago, awkward as you two kissed for the first time, giddy to lose your virginities.
“You saved me, love.” He murmured, but before you could ask, Sydney slowly lowered his head, brushing his lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. He broke away after a few seconds, sighing. "I always wanted to kiss you. Wanted it to be special. I'm glad my first… Everything went to you. But it feels unfair to you. Your only experience with a fumbling churchboy, who somehow struggled to even put my cock in.”
An old, familiar smile flickered over his face and he leaned down again, sighing as you two pressed your lips against each other again. His kisses were innocent, warm and gentle as he ran his fingers over your arms, making you shiver. You shakily exhaled and relaxed into it, and he decided to take that as you were ready for more. His tongue pressed into your mouth,dragging against yours slowly.One of his hands stopped caressing your arms, pulling away, but you were growing dizzy, feeling as if with every stroke of his tongue, your entire body grew more malleable to his touches.
It took you a moment to realise he had slipped his hand in between the two of you, palming his crotch and making sure the back of his hand rocked against your genitals.
Sydney was in heaven. Not that he was ever to be able to go there now, but this earthly euphoria was more than enough for him. He was aware he was feeding off of you, but not the same way he felt as when he fed off his victims, his willing participants. Those felt like he had been starving for far too long, trying to cram his mouth with nutrition, needing his body to be sustained with their boiling lust. This was different, savouring a treat, something rare, to be enjoyed and not scarfed down.
Rolling over, holding your sides so you would be pulled onto his chest when he switched to lying on his back, Sydney had the chance to take your cute expression in full. Hazy, with your shared lust having sunken in, but there was that adoration, that puppy love he always found cute, shining oh so bright, just for him.
It hurt, in some ways. That you would never know that he meant it when he said you saved him.
As you finally took the initiative to kiss him back, mouthing slowly at his bottom lip, he was grateful you never would find out that not too long ago, a gag was shoved in his mouth, his lip cut exactly where you were shyly dragging your tongue over.
That the same shoulders you gripped for stability were held down, the hands he used to shed your clothes with, were bound to the fallen trees in the clearing. The chest you shyly were pawing at, the one missing a heart beat, was sliced open with an ancient knife.
That the only reason he woke up at all, was because they thought he was a virgin.
You would never know that your clumsy tryst saved his life, and now he was going to use the rest of his not-life, just for you.
It seems you shared his sentiments, finally relaxing with his new state of being, letting him bully his cock into your hole. This didn’t mean that he wouldn’t feed from others, he thought as he tucked his own face into your chest, groaning as his hands gripped your hips, moving your body for you. No, he was going to sink his teeth into those fuckers who wanted to taint you for themselves. As if you weren’t completely submerged in his own pure lust with him. Their filthy hands would never touch you, not when his own clawed ones were dragging their nails against your back, his light, playful nips against your skin beginning to draw droplets of blood from his razor sharp teeth.
You couldn’t notice, of course. You were lost the moment the succubus fucked his drooling cock into you, mind blank except to chase your pleasure.
It wasn’t Sydney’s fault for not going easy on your mortal body.
But neither of you could truly mind, not when you awoke in the morning, cum dripping from your abused hole, covered in scratches and bites, and with the same appetites as your beloved friend.
EVENT MAIN POST
I would deep throat a cactus for more vb content (on any platform). Oh peddler vb wares and goods, have mercy on this poor vb and valewis deprived waif and nourish this beggar with content galore
that would be extremely bad for the cactus, so please don't do that. they require dry, bright environments 🌵☀️
i really have so little actually ready to go but here is a section of valewis that has a little bit of meat on its bones (set in 2021 after the austrian gp)
Lewis dives in to kiss Valtteri the second they finish their pleasantries, desperate for it, desperate to leave this shitty day behind him, but Valtteri holds Lewis’ face steady. Lewis huffs against the restraint and tries to nip at Valtteri's lower lip, tries to up the ante. Unfortunately for him, Valtteri only kisses him more slowly. Stubborn.
Lewis tugs at the hem of Valtteri’s sweater, begging, but Val doesn’t kiss him any faster. He exerts some pressure into the thumb at the hinge of Lewis' jaw, stroking there. He’s talking, in his way. Lewis probably needs to listen.
Lewis does feel a bit crap, carrying this shit in here when Valtteri's had his best weekend of the season and should be getting the congratulatory fuck to fit it instead of—instead of holding Lewis' face and coaxing him into a gentler rhythm, instead of having to ignore what Lewis is asking for and figure out what is actually best for him. Instead of wrapping his strong, capable fingers around the back of Lewis' neck because Lewis is starting to tremble. And he knows Valtteri can feel it.
But Lewis isn't the only one with intuition; there's a reason he likes Valtteri so much. Well, many reasons. One of them is the way he kisses Lewis with so much aching intent and whispers, "It's okay, Lewis."
It feels like so much more than two little words, but then, that's how everything Valtteri says is. Everything is bigger, more meaningful, if you pause to peel back its edges.
It's okay, or: It's okay that you showed up at my door unannounced, it's okay that you came in one big bleeding wound, it's okay that you want something, it's okay that you need this, and it's okay that you take it.
Lewis sighs and something in him unspools, relaxes. "Okay," he responds quietly after a minute, mouth smudging over the edges of Val's thin lips. "You can drive."
THIS GMMORE. I CAN’T.
Rhett’s entire tone throughout this was just like...strikingly soft and intimate? I’m like “should I go? Am I intruding?”
...I gotta wonder what all goes down in their writer’s room. There are so many close ups from this ep that are just...well. Also the lil’ peek of Rhett’s chest through the unbuttoned top of his shirt omgggggg.
OKAY SO THIS IS JUST A THING THAT IS HAPPENING. JUST RIGHT HERE. IN FRONT OF MY SALAD.
“ONE POKE PLEASE” OR ELSE EVERYONE WILL SEE MY CHARLES THE THIRD LEG.
THE WAY HE FULLY TRACED THE TRAJECTORY TO HIS...**90S SOUND EFFECT**?!? AND RHETT’S FACE HERE?!?
AND NOW YOU’RE ASKING HIM THIS?!?!
Rhett “I’m not retrieving it” McLaughlin everyone. How is...HOW?!?!
DID HE ALMOST TOUCH RHETT’S?!?! The S*XUAL TENSION BETWEEN THEM THIS EP?!?!? Link getting all tongue-tied AGAIN.
THIS CLOSE UP THOUGH LIKE I--
O.O A what kind of candle now? (It seems like this is from a previous ep and possibly some sort of “Goop” overly priced item meant to resemble human anatomy but doing an incredibly poor job because if your *candle* is burning then you should see a doctor product).
Okay he’s talking about the yodeling pickle here but with EVERYTHING ELSE I JUST--
LINK’S LIL GIGGLE HERE I CANT?!?! WTF?!?! It’s like the rest of the crew isn’t even in the room XD
PUT YOUR NOSE AT THE...
PUT YOUR NOSE AT THE TIP. IS THIS EPISODE ALLOWED?
Link.exe has stopped working, wtf he got so FLUSTERED. BRUH. How is this more ;alsdkjf;ldsakjf than GME?!?!?!
WHAT IS GOING ON?!!?!
OHMYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD?????!?!?!?!!?!? WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A THUMBNAIL FROM A TOTALLY DIFFERENT WEBSITE IYKWIM?!?!?!
I mean...d*ck? But I don’t think he’s allowed to say that on YouTube?!?!?
WHAT IS THIS INTENSE FACIAL EXPRESSION?!!? WHY IS LINK TIGHTLY GRIPPING HIS OWN THIGH?!?!
THEN WHY DID YOU SAY THIS IN A BREATHLESS AND SULTRY VOICE LINK?!?!?
OH GOD AND NOW RHETT IS GESTURING TOWARD HIS MCLAUGHLIN BUT TRYING TO MAKE IT NOT LOOK LIKE HE IS GESTURING BUT ACCIDENTALLY ENDS UP MAKING THE MOVEMENT SO ELEGANT IT’S LIKE “WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY OUR SAMPLER PLATE TONIGHT SIR?”
Link pls you cannot be saying this after all of that...
I don’t have words for this but I stg if my post gets f*agged for Not Appropriate For Professional Environments content...
OKAY SURE BUT *I’M* THE WEIRD ONE OVER HERE WITH MY FANFICTION?!?!?!?!
So yeah I totally forgot Link had another turn after all of that lmao. And I just...
The way Link is standing, he may as well have set up a Link figurine between his legs like:
Rhett mentions that Chase gestured to him during this, and before Rhett can even get his full sentence out, Link has already responded possessively. Like, I can only imagine how much that man (Chase) has seen...
SO LIKE LINK JUST DID, 5 SECONDS AGO?!?!
So...idk how...this happened, but Rhett is asking about the item Link has in his pocket and asks something along the lines of if it is an item involved in people having an o*gy in the park, and A.) I cannot recall how in the world he got on this tangent, and B.) What kind of parks do they have in Burbank?
SIR ARE YOU *TRYING* TO END ME?!!?
THAT HAS BEEN MY QUESTION THIS WHOLE EPISODE MY DUDE.
Rhett literally says this mid-reach, as if he was going to deny Link lol.
And this was just cute. :3
But *WHEW* I need to lie down lmao.