Hi, I’m Dax! I write stories, shows, and movies as a hobby. My favourite format is scripts so you’ll probably see a lot of that. I mostly write whump and stupid stuff. I have a terrible habit of never finishing anything.
My main is @believe-bridesmaid
I try to put trigger warnings on everything that needs them, but I’m not perfect so just proceed with caution.
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My Works:
Assistant Yasmin - Episode Masterlist [WIP]
Cyra College AU (18+) - Episode Masterlist [Complete]
The Game (18+) - Chapter Masterlist [WIP]
Dire (18+) - Chapter Masterlist [Complete]
Starry Anomaly - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 [Complete]
Cyra and Monty may match each other’s crazy, but they do not match each other’s freak. That’s the fun part. Monty likes morning sex; Cyra would rather fuck at night. Monty likes it fast; Cyra likes it hard. Cyra likes to be on top, and so does Monty. Neither of them likes to waste time asking. Opposite and the same in all the worst ways.
It was Cyra who started it. She arrived at Monty’s house sometime in the afternoon. It would have been earlier, but something unexpected happened that morning that Monty had to take care of first. By the time Cyra showed up at his door, Monty was worn out.
“Hey, baby,” Monty greeted with an exhausted sigh.
“Hi. Why do you still have your clothes on?” Cyra demanded.
Monty shook his head, not in the mood for those types of jokes. “I need a bit, babe. That shit was exhausting.”
Cyra squinted, clearly unhappy, but she didn’t try to argue. She followed him to the kitchen, where he offered her food. Cyra took the food, eating it while trying not to pout too much. When she was done, she questioned Monty again.
“So, you feeling better yet?”
“It’s been five minutes,” Monty replied with a chuckle. He had since migrated to the couch to relax.
Cyra checked her phone for the time. “No, it’s been seven minutes.”
“Okay. It’s been seven minutes.”
“That’s enough time, I think.”
“Babe, I’m really tired,” Monty repeated.
Rolling her eyes, Cyra got out of her chair and made her way to the living room.
“You don’t have to do anything,” she bargained.
Monty responded with an annoyed look as Cyra walked around in front of the couch. Cyra looked him up and down with hunger. If he really didn’t want to fuck, then he shouldn’t look so sexy, she thought.
It only took a few seconds of consideration for Cyra to make up her mind. She had zero patience that day. Monty would just have to deal with it.
She quickly climbed onto his lap and grabbed both his wrists. She pinned his arms to the back of the couch as she ground her hips down on him.
“Whoa! What the hell, babe?” Monty protested. “I said no.”
“Only the magic word makes me stop,” Cyra stated.
“Wha– Ohhh…” Monty said as he remembered their safeword. He thought about it, considering whether he truly wanted her to stop or if it was just surface-level.
Cyra just kept up the motion of her hips, feeling Monty start to get hard against his will. It felt nice against her, but she wanted more.
Before she could plan her next move, though, Monty suddenly got frustrated with the way his body was reacting and fought back against Cyra’s grip. He managed to free one of his wrists and used his now free arm to push Cyra to the side. She only fell just enough for Monty to barely lift himself off the couch. Cyra was fast to regain her composure, though. She grabbed Monty before he even had the chance to straighten his knees.
Monty was thrown back onto the couch with a desperate push. He landed hard on his shoulder, sideways. He couldn’t even try to get up before Cyra climbed on top of him again. He struggled against her, but her thighs held his legs in place. Monty silently cursed her feminine body for giving her the advantage in that position.
Cyra roughly grabbed Monty by the shoulders and flipped him onto his back. This time, she sat on his abdomen. She could feel his muscles strain underneath her as he tried to sit up. She couldn’t help but giggle. It was fun to watch him struggle like that.
Thinking fast, Cyra reached behind her and began unbuckling Monty’s belt.
“Babe, come on,” Monty bargained. “Let’s just do this tomorrow.”
“I’m horny now,” Cyra replied.
She managed to get the belt unbuckled; now she just needed to get the rest of it out. Thankfully, Monty was light enough. With a quick, harsh pull, Cyra yanked the belt through all the loops on Monty’s jeans. She heard the leather scrape against the skin on his back for a moment on the way out. That must have hurt.
Monty hissed in pain at the friction burn. It stung like a bitch. Cyra just giggled again, adding insult to injury.
Holding the belt between her teeth, Cyra grabbed both of Monty’s thin wrists and held them together in one hand. Her grip around them was so tight that it immediately started to discolor his skin. As if he could get any paler than he already was.
Cyra wrapped the leather around Monty’s wrists, despite him trying to pull away. Unfortunately for Monty, Cyra had a lot of experience restraining people. She made quick work of the buckle, tightly fastening it in place.
Monty only struggled against the bondage for a moment before realizing it was futile and giving up.
“You didn’t have to do all that, babe,” he said as he tried to sit up again.
Monty winced when Cyra slid down to sit on his thighs. He felt another wave of exhaustion hit him as soon as his jeans were undone. He really didn’t have the energy to fuck right now. He was worried that he might pass out if Cyra took it any further. Now would be the time to use the safeword…
Except, he didn’t. Some fucked-up part of him wanted to see how far Cyra would go. And an even more fucked-up part of him wanted to know what she would do to him.
Cyra walks into her bedroom and heads straight for the side table. She opens the door and grabs a bottle of painkillers from it. As she opens the bottle, Phoenix suddenly materializes in front of the dresser.
The ghost hacks and retches before falling back onto the floor. On his way down, he drops the red pair of panties that Cyra hid the capsule in the other day, along with the capsule itself.
Cyra glances over her shoulder at Phoenix for a moment, but then goes back to pouring the pills into her palm.
CYRA: I guess I should have hid that one a little better.
Phoenix responds between loud hacking.
PHOENIX: You fucking bitch! Do you have any idea how much it hurts to touch those things?!
Cyra shrugs and turns around.
CYRA: Sorry. I thought you stopped stealing my panties.
PHOENIX: Liar! You did that on purpose!
Phoenix suddenly makes a pained noise and clutches his chest. Cyra grimaces as she stares down at Phoenix. She almost seems conflicted about hurting him.
After a moment of watching Phoenix writhe in pain on the floor, Cyra eventually forces herself to look away and leave the room.
Cyra wakes up alone in the bed. She groans and rolls out of bed. She lazily leaves the room.
INT. Monty's bathroom - Morning
Cyra is crouched in front of the toilet, vomiting. Having heard her retching, Monty shows up and casually leans against the door frame. He's looking through a pack of cigarettes.
MONTY: Did I get you too fucked up last night?
Cyra throws up again and then flushes the toilet.
CYRA: Something like that.
Cyra rubs her head as she slowly stands up.
CYRA: Ugh, I need to get home.
MONTY: I'm too hungover to drive. Sorry.
CYRA: It's fine. I'll just walk.
MONTY: Are you sure? Why don't you wait until you feel better?
Cyra leaves the bathroom, walking right past Monty.
Monty leads Cyra by the hand into his house. They both seem very drunk, Cyra more so than Monty.
CYRA: Where are we...?
MONTY: My house.
CYRA: Ohhhh.
As soon as Monty and Cyra are out of the frame, Ace and Phoenix materialize at the front door.
ACE: Haven't been here in a while.
PHOENIX: Tell me about it. Let's go watch them.
Ace sighs.
ACE: I guess we have nothing better to do...
Both ghosts vanish.
INT. Monty's bedroom - Night
Monty throws Cyra onto the bed. She bursts into a fit of laughter when she lands on the mattress. Monty smiles and climbs onto the mattress.
CYRA: You better keep that mask on.
MONTY: Yeah, yeah.
Ace materializes, sitting on top of the dresser. He examines his nails as he speaks.
ACE: I guess some things never change...
Phoenix materializes at the foot of the bed.
PHOENIX: I think Cyra has a fetish for that mask.
Cyra glances at Phoenix for a moment but quickly looks away again, trying to ignore the ghosts. When Monty climbs on top of her, though, Phoenix attempts to distract her again.
PHOENIX: Hey Cyra, where are you gonna let him stick it?
Ace laughs.
ACE: Probably wherever he wants, knowing her.
Cyra frowns, despite trying her best to ignore them. Monty notices her expression and pauses.
MONTY: Something wrong?
CYRA: No.
MONTY: You sure? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Cyra tenses up and gulps nervously.
MONTY: 'M only joking.
Cyra laughs nervously.
CYRA: Right.
Monty bends down to kiss Cyra's neck. Cyra shoots a glare at Phoenix over Monty's shoulder. Phoenix just smiles at her. Ace tilts his head, giving up the bored act to watch the show.
