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Four Stockings make a Pair
written for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 24
prompt: Stocking | rated: G | wc: 998 | tags: Eddie & Wayne Munson, single dad Steve, feelings realisation
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  "Wayne, I'm back! Brought a little surprise for you!" Eddie calls out, feeling just a bit guilty when his uncle happily pokes his head into the hallway only to stop dead in his tracks.
  "How was- Oh. Hey, Robbie!"
Wayne hobbles towards them and, despite leaning heavy on one crutch, opens his free arm for the little girl that runs straight at him.
  "Grandpa Wayne! Why didn't you tell us you hurt your foot? We would've visited you a lot sooner, right dad?"
Something about their interaction makes Eddie's chest feel tight, hits him with a hint of jealousy but also makes his heart grow three sizes because it's nice to know that his uncle has people here that care for him when he's not around.
  "Hey, Wayne. Sorry to barge in like that. We, uh, we met Eddie at the community centre and-"
Watching Steve fumble for his words, awkwardly standing in the doorway like he's feeling caught, is almost too much to handle. But as endearing as it is to watch his pretty face turn pink, Eddie has mercy on him.
  "Robbie and I were craving your famous hot chocolate, so I invited them over."
Wayne shoots him a look that feels like a silent agreement to 'talk about this later' before he turns back to the girl with one of those rare smiles he doesn't give out freely.
  "Is that so? Well, we better make some then. Why don't you two get set in the living room while Robbie and I get on with it. You wanna help me, sweety?"
  "Yesss! Can I, dad?"
When Steve agrees, she takes Wayne's free hand and carefully leads him in the direction of the kitchen while telling him all about her afternoon.
  "We saw Santa today! He was so nice. And we took a picture with him and I told him what I want for Christmas!"
When Eddie and Steve enter the living room, Eddie's eyes immediately fall on the Christmas tree Wayne must've put up while he was gone - so much for resting his leg. Next to the tree, over the fire place, he notices four instead of only two stockings hanging from the mantelpiece and it makes him wonder if maybe Wayne was planning on sharing his little secret, had Eddie not already found out about it today.
It's hard to realise what he missed out on while being too focused on his own life. He could've visited sooner, more often - Wayne keeps telling him it's fine but Eddie still feels bad about only making his way back home twice a year.
  "I'm sorry, Eddie,â Steve starts after a moment of awkward silence, âThis must be so weird for you."
  "Nah, you're good. I guess I was just surprised Wayne hasn't told me about it."
  "Maybe he thought you wouldn't approve? I told him we haven't exactly been friends back then, because I was kind of a dick," Steve says bashfully and that startles a laugh out of Eddie.
  "What? No, Harrington. You were fine. Your friends, they were assholes but your only fault was that you were too cool to hang out with someone like me."
Now it's Steve's turn to laugh and it's a beautiful sound Eddie wants to hear more of.
  "Oh, shut up. You were waaay cooler than me!"
This goes back and forth for a while, with them bantering and play fighting with each other like friends, like it's never been any different between them. How it couldâve been all those years ago.
  "So, uh, you and Robbie. Why did you move back to Hawkins? I always imagined you'd make it into the big city, somewhere far away from here."
It's an instant mood killer, Eddie can tell by the way Steve's smile falters and his shoulders drop. But it's too late to take it back and he really wants to know.
  "Uh, you know. Sometimes life doesnât turn out to be what you wanted it to be. Hawkins seemed like a good idea to get away from... everything. Until I realised that I had no one left here."
There's a sadness in Steve's voice that breaks Eddie's heart. He has to fight the urge to pull him into his arms, doesnât know if heâs allowed to.
  "Then Wayne kinda... found me. I had just moved back and everything felt wrong. I was ready to just give up but then this stranger came into my life out of nowhere, asked if I needed help and- that's how we ended up becoming fam- friends."
His little slip-up doesn't go unnoticed and it makes Eddie feel all warm inside.
  "Wayne's always had a weak spot for strays,â he jokes, âTook me in when my life was falling apart, too. He's the best. I'm glad he found you."
Eddie reaches out for Steveâs hand, takes it in his. Itâs not a hug but he hopes it still offers some comfort.
It should feel strange, to have Steve and his daughter invading in his home, fitting right in where it had always just been Wayne and him. Somehow making it feel... complete.
Making it hard for Eddie not to drown in the flood of emotions resurfacing from where they've been buried for a long time.
He thinks about Robbie's wish and wonders, if there's a universe in which he could be that person.
They let go of their hands when they hear Robbie and Wayne enter.
  "Eddie, look! I made mine with whipped cream. Like yours!"
And, yeah. He's already too deep, he can feel it.
The rest of the day goes by in a haze and when it's time for Steve and Robbie to leave, Eddie isn't ready to let them go.
  "Wanna spend Christmas with us?"
The question is out before he can think it through.
  "If- if that's okay? I don't-" Steve looks at Eddie, seems unsure.
Again, it's Wayne who saves them both.
  "We'd love to have you here."
#eddie munson#wayne munson#steve harrington#single dad steve#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie holiday drabbles
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YOUR L*ONISMS IN THE MALLEUS POST BYE đđ I tend to try to avoid talking about him precisely bc I fear I'll sound like Leona too lmao. or bc I'm scared ppl will say "ah you only dislike him bc you like Leona"- when that's not the case at all (although I also share some of his views about the lizard) Similarly to you, I just don't get the hype- basically everything you say. my feelings for him fluctuate from "đ ok." to "you're okay? I guess?"
which is weird, bc I really like dragons and non-human characters learning about humans. but that's what makes it worse for me bc man all the talk about him made me want to rlly like him and then I saw him in canon and I was like uh... okay? kind of disappointed + a bit annoyed at some stuff. I do like how he talks about gargoyles or things he finds interesting thoâ I'll praise you that much, Draconia.
[Referencing this post!]
***PLEASE NOTE: Everything I express in this post is my own opinion and is in no way meant to disparage Malleus enjoyers.***
Leona and Rollo is right about Malleus and he should speak his truth đ
To reflect a little on my own character arc with Malleus, I felt very neutral about him from the prologue to about book 2ish. This was simply because I hadn't interacted with the guy yet so I held off on judging him prematurely. The brief encounter we actually had with Malleus in book 2 wasn't meaty enough for me to get a sense for his character, so I brushed him off.
I thought it was interesting that book 2's narrative invites comparisons between Leona and Malleus, with Leona being a parallel to Scar, Malleus being a parallel to Mufasa, and the world holding Malleus up as the "superior" king. Lilia states as much in 2-26: "Would that the lion king of the savanna could witness this absolute farce. No, if you ask me, the collar suits you far better than a crown ever could. You may bemoan the fact that you're not higher in line to be king. But with that sensitive ego of yours? That so quickly directs all your petty anger at your retainers... Well, the idea of you ever contending with a REAL king like our Malleusâis absolutely laughable. Even if you COULD defeat Malleus, so long as that's how you choose to conduct yourself? You would never be fit to rule!"
And at the time, yeah, Lilia's right because Leona is very much losing his grip on his emotions and acts irrationally in an attempt to triumph over Malleus. HOWEVER... The longer the main story went on, the more I found myself disagreeing with Lilia's judgment of Malleus and his character. Now, that doesn't mean that I think Leona was in the right for the actions he took in book 2 (they are still and always will be wrong). Rather, I think Lilia gave a somewhat biased take on Malleus and his preparedness for the throne. Many of the things Lilia accuses Leona of also ended up being very true of his own liege. Malleus has a sensitive ego (he has attempted to strike down peers and faceless, magicless NPCs on more than one occasion; ie Halloween events). Malleus has directed his anger at his retainers (as a child, he froze many servants; in book 7, he attacks Sebek and Silver for attempting to wake up their peers and tries to return Lilia to sleep against his wishes). Malleus has scarcely led anyone in anything. Leona and Malleus are far more similar to one another than either of them would like to admit, but Lilia is just assuming that Malleus will be a great leader anyway because of... what? Because of birthright and lineage? Yeah, no wonder why Leona is pissed and has a bone to pick with the lizard (attempt to harm Malleus aside).
Book 3 and onwards is what I started to develop my current dislike for Malleus. (And to be clear, he has good points too! I'm not saying that he has nothing going for him at all; however, this post is focusing on my own critiques of his character so that is what I will be speaking about.) I started to notice things that annoyed me on a personal level: how he lacks consideration of others' perspectives and actively violates their autonomy, how he never gets any repercussions for his actions, how he's aware of his power and status and yet fails to avoid lording it over others, how he has been given so many opportunities to learn and change as a person but refuses those opportunities, etc. And yes, I understand that he acts in these ways for particular reasons. I'm not saying that his behaviors don't make sense, I am only stating that these are behaviors that I personally don't find appealing. (For more extensive explanations of why I don't like Malleus, please see the FAQ section in my pinned post.) All of this in spite of how little of him we actually get to see and interact with, especially in the main story. It baffled me that he was undoubtably the most popular character in EN circles. There's so much chatter about Malleus Draconia, you can't really get away from it. People are legitimately shocked when you tell them you actively dislike Malleus or when they learn that he's not even a top contender for best boy in the JP fandom. The default is assuming that you do like Malleus, which ironically happens to be the same thing that Draconians (Malleus stans in-universe) do. It feels like there's sometimes an unspoken pressure to like the guy. I also started to notice peculiar behaviors (?) which, in a vacuum, aren't necessarily bad--I would just like to comment on them because I find it interesting. With Malleus being as popular of a character as he is, there's of course going to be a lot of online discussion about him, especially from his fans. Now, I don't know if it's only me noticing this, but I've frequently observed Malleus fans going out of their way to "wring as much content" out of the least Malleus-related content possible. For example, there may be a screenshot of some other character posted and then a fan would come in and make a comment like, "I wonder how Malleus would feel about this". A more concrete example would be from the more recent JP Lost in the Book with Nightmare Before Christmas event; in it, the event character takes the back of all the characters' hands and kisses them (including Yuu). Automatically posts that showed this kissing were inundated with comments about how "Malleus would be so angry about this", even though Malleus himself shows no such reaction. Similar comments dropped when Yuu is kidnapped in the event even though, again, Malleus shows no such anger about the incident. Halloween events such as this contain half the main NRC cast, yet I saw no fans of the other 10 characters claiming those characters reacting jealously. This occurs VERY often in regards to Malleus; even in events or scenes where he doesn't react or doesn't even appear, zealous fans will insert him into the situation or make the situation suddenly about him, whether it's in someone's own posts or on other people's posts.
I wonder if this is a result of Malleus being kept so mysterious for two full years...? Without much of his character to go off of, it left a huge negative space for fans to headcanon, project, and hyperfixate on what he is like or what he could be. And maybe now those behaviors persist in an effort to fill in that void because honestly Malleus isn't getting much screen time within book 7 either đ
I believe this has contributed to the discrepancy (that this asker brought up) between how the English-speaking Twst fandom speaks about Malleus versus what Malleus is actually like and how he is portrayed in game. The fandom version of him is pretty much always hyped up or sensationalized (sometimes simply for his mere existence), similar to how his own fans in-universe might put him on a pedestal. But then you play the game for yourself and you're exposed to so little of him and what little you do see of him is much more... reserved, somber, and sometimes even petulant, depending on the situation.
Anyway, my point is that anyone that dislikes Malleus (or any other character) should be allowed to dislike him, regardless of what anyone else says or if you feel pressured into silenceđ¤ˇââď¸
#disney twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twst#Malleus Draconia#Leona Kingscholar#book 2 spoilers#book 7 spoilers#Mufasa#Scar#Lilia Vanrouge#jp spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas spoilers#Diasomnia#Silver#Sebek Zigvolt#Skully J. Graves#twst jp#twisted wonderland jp#twst en#twisted wonderland en#notes from the writing raven
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Shadvent calendar Day 23
Shadow x GN Reader
Christmas Party
The party was in full swing by the time the two of you arrived. Rouge never being one for subtlety had spared no expense for her party. Elegant strands of garland and lights hung on the walls, a large christmas tree perfectly decorated stood grand in the center of the drawing room, perfectly bloomed poinsettias were placed through the halls. It looked like you had walked into a Christmas palace.
Servers went throughout her home offering hors d'oeuvres and cocktails curated just for that night. and most impressively a string quartet played in the living room serenading the partygoers with beautiful renditions of all the classic holiday songs.
"Welcome, I was getting worried the two of you wouldn't show. how's my favorite couple?" Rouge greeted as the two of you walked in.
"Sorry were late we ran into traffic."
"Shadow I'm surprised at you, thinking you could get a lie past me." Rouge teased.
You giggled in response. "Sorry Rouge it was my fault I was having a little wardrobe malfunction."
"Oh no! you have my fullest sympathies" Rouge responded with deep concern. "But it looks like it all worked out you look great, not as nice as me of course, but I have the advantage of knowing my decor."
"well no one can compete in the fashion game with you Rouge you're truly the best."
"Oh you flatter me too much Y/N."
Shadow couldn't help but smile as the two of you spoke. The two people he was closest to enjoying each other's presence, he never thought he would feel like that again after Maria and Gerald. he was glad he was wrong.
the three of you chatted for a while before Rouge had to go off on her hostess duties leaving you and Shadow to yourselves. unfortunately your alone time was short lived. it wasn't before too long Amy found you and whisked you away, something about the charcuterie board, leaving poor Shadow to his own devices.
He never really liked parties too many people and far too much chatter, he was perfectly content just sitting in the corner and watching everyone interact. However, a blue hedgehog had other plans tonight.
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"Can I just say Y/N you look amazing tonight" Amy said handing you a cocktail.
"aww thanks Amy"
"You and your date really do make a fine pair"
"enjoying your handywork are we now?"
"what? I don't know what your talking about"
"Well as I recall, you and Rouge worked pretty hard setting us up."
Amy laughed "Well could you blame us the two of you are just so perfect together."
"Well I can't argue with the results, Thank you Amy."
"You've already thanked me enough, every time I see the two of you together you always look so happy. I don't think I've seen Shadow smile this much and so bright too. Seeing the two of you so in love just warms my heart so much You're just so perfect together."
You smiled at Amy "Well I'll toast to that. And if you need me to return the favor with you know who I'd be happy to oblige."
Amy giggled "I might have to take you up on that someday."
đ
Shadow watched you and Amy laughing together from across the room, the sound drifting to his ears. He loved your laugh the way it could make a silent room into a symphony, and you just looked so beautiful whenever you laughed. He smiled at your beauty.
"Woah! Shadow are you actually smiling? I didn't know that was even possible." Sonic said as he approached the black hedgehog. "Are you happy to see me?"
"Go away sonic."
"Oh I see, staring at Y/N are we? let guess you have a crush on them don't you?"
"Y/N and I have been dating for quite some time now It's a wonder how you lack such basic observation skills."
"I'm just messing with you Shadow, but I haven't seen you smile like that in like, ever."
"I'll say" Rouge chimed in "It's nice to see you happy like that though it's a good look on you."
"I Agree" added Sonic "But I think infinite might get a little jealous."
"He's been dead for several years he'll get over it."
Sonic laughed " Wow smiling and cracking jokes Y/N Really does bring out the best in you don't they"
Shadow once again looked over to you, at the same time you looked over at him and smiled, he smiled back.
"Yah, they really do,"
#shadow the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog x reader#shadow x reader#shadow#x reader#sonic fanfiction#not beta read#advent calendar#shadvent calendar
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gonna ramble about charlie and auron because i just got out the premiere and. holy shit.
if I'm way off base on my analysis i am so sorry, im still processing, these are just my initial thoughts on stuff. and if you disagree id love to discuss it!
okay so first things first i screamed a LOT. I was so relieved when Charlie said he wasn't mad at Cas [i would've cried probably]. Auron made some truly wild comments. case in point: "I would probably slap the taste out of your mouth if it wouldn't mean getting you all hot and bothered just in time for Casper to drop me off at the office, pull into the parking garage, and fuck some goddamn sense into you." I YELLED OMFG auron. you can't just SAY shit like that. Then the Disney princess line. Charlie sounded so weak when he said "can we go back to that part about 'Casper fucking some sense into me'??" And Auron answering with "Not until I'm outside of the vehicle. You'll have to find someone else to watch." AURON. STOP PLEASE IM GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK FROM LAUGHING
alright moving on from that let's get to the serious shit. Charlie is justified to be angry about Auron interfering in his personal life; it ISN'T a healthy way to interact with people, whether you want to befriend them or not. Auron orchestrated this whole scheme because he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings, and you know what? I get it. He doesn't know what normal is, and it's not really his fault that he doesn't know. But he can at least try? Wikihow is free, brother /lh
Charlie wanted a fresh start. He wanted to disconnect from the dangerous world that Auron is a participant in, he wanted to earn his own way in the world, earn a bit of self damn respect like he deserves. Auron undermined all that, despite his good intentions. He lied, big time. And that's kinda shitty and not okay!
Was it about control? Keeping a hand on loose ends, like Charlie thinks? Auron just wanted to "protect him", right? Well, as someone who has had much of their life controlled by people who ALSO just wanted to "protect" me, that's a very weak excuse for taking away someone's agency. Now, our situations aren't exactly the same. Auron is not Charlie's parents [THANK GOD] and there actually some things Charlie isn't aware of that he needs to be protected from! But this was not the move. Like.. at all.
What's my solution? I dunno. But maybe don't force all these things to happen. Perhaps send an email rather than getting your guy to hunt down your former employee's childhood friend/crush and sneakily reunite them behind his back? Or at least try the email first, Auron. Charlie calling Auron out on playing pretend, "just writing one of your little stories"... ouch. But does he kinda deserve that? Yeah. I think so.
[Side note: Charlie talking about how if he'd sought out Cas on his own terms, it would've worked out because they fall in love every time? "Because that's where I'm supposed to be." I. fucking. fell over. I had to fucking BITE something omg. Yeah im biased in this argument sorry lol, i definitely have a favorite here]
HOWEVER: Auron admits that he was wrong! He is not an unrepentant man and he DIDN'T double down! That is a big point in his favor imo. He doesn't actually say "sorry" but he uses a lot more words to mean something... similar? I guess that's a fanfic writer's way. I get it, I also elaborate way too much. So, an actual clear cut "Charlie, I'm sorry I fucked with your life behind your back just because I wanted to be friends with you" would've been nice. But this will do for now.
Also Charlie you REALLY need to watch out for Finn that guy is a freakkkkk he will fuck you up big time. Not normal Finn. The magic one.
Okay I'm done typing whatever pops into my head with the barest pretense at organization lmao, I'll revisit this in time once my thoughts marinate a little more
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All right so I haven't been active in the Julie and the Phantoms fandom in a long time, and although I know there are definitely still people creating and reblogging in the fandom it tends to be a much smaller handful of people than it used to, which for me felt disheartening and was part of why I've backed off from it. I'd love to see new stuff more regularly and start recirculating older things just to remind myself and anyone else who needs it how much I love this silly little show.
All this to say, I am putting out feelers to see if anyone is interested in a blog that runs consistent, casual event-type things for the fandom to try and revitalize interest in jatp fanworks, like featured weeks for individual characters here, fic rec events, etc. I'm toying with ideas to inspire people to pick up their wips, spark new stories, and highlight older content that didnât get much attention or would just be nice to see again. Iâd like to create a community space to liven the fandom back up for people who miss the show or got into the fandom after the hype died down. Does that seem interesting to anyone?
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#I'm filled with both hubris and resolve and I feel like. with other people modding the blog as well. this would be doable#i already have a LOT of ideas about wip events to get stories written that have been sitting untouched i know i'm not the only one w/h thos#so i guess if that sounds good to you interact with this in some way? and if you're interested in being involved/have ideas#please share! if it's just me on a reblog spree it won't work but if we all pitch in to talk to each other#(and i know. if you know me you know i'm not always great at that. but having a Format for it makes me good at it so)
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i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself
#maiora garrulates#the maiora overthinks the process of writing dialogue saga continues!!!!!!!#im so tired. i have been overthinking this shit in circles i have not been making any progress in any which way lmao!#im bitching and moaning for funsies this is not that serious in the Grand Scheme Of Things i just wanna improve at my fav thing#and â¤ď¸ Unfortunately â¤ď¸ my favorite thing in the world involves learning MY MOST HATED *NEMESIS*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! verbal communication. ew#words are fun! i LOVE words! toys!!!!! im using words right now and i didn't combust!!!!! wow look at that!!!!!!!!!!!!!#putting words in SEQUENCE? multiple times?? filtering THOUGHTS into SENTENCES???? sentences that a character would or wouldn't SAY???#AND THEN THERE'S ANOTHER CHARACTER SOMETIMES???? AND THAT BITCH ALSO HAS THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS????? AND THEY ALL HAVE PERSONAL IDIOLECTS#AND TONES THAT S U P P O S E D L Y ARE IMPLICATED BY MANNERISMS AND VERBAL HABITS AND CIRCUMSTANCES (AND THERE'S WRONG ANSWERS! ALSO!!)#AND THEY'RE IN A CONTEXT!! AND THEY'RE INTERACTING WITH EACH OTHER AND INFLUENCING EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THE CONVERSATION COULD VARY GIVEN ENERGY LEVELS WHETER OR NOT SOMEONE'S FOOT IS FALLING ASLEEP THE F U C K I N G WEATHER#âoh dialogue is easy just say it out loud to yourself until it 'sounds normal' ^^â#screaming crying throwing up NONE OF THIS IS INTUITIVE TO MEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....!#ok dramatics over its out of my system! for now!!!#this is all easily explained bc i just. draw a lot more than i talk to people. so like. OBVIOUSLY i have more practice drawing#so drawing comes natural! talking does not! subsequently dialogue is Hard! No FUCKING Shit Sherlock!!!!! (affectionate)#so yeah. im using y'all (the tumblr void) as practice! hi!!! words at you!!!!!!!!!!#so yeah thanks for baring with me while passing by my corner of the internet#i do love self indulgence this is fun check out my navel gazing actually no do not look at my belly button#anyway i just think this is mildly interesting. some of my writer buds have the same ânot good enoughâ allergy towards visuals#but they use it to be mean2me >:( same bitch that âomg i cant i suck at drawing i can't do this-â does the âuhm. just write? lol.â 2 meeee#we could have peace and love on planet earth and a common experience and yet you KICK miette for being bad at words!!!1!!! </3 heartbreak!!#what the fuck was i talking about even#oh yeah. perfectionism within creatives i guess. LMAO JK i am talking about NOTHIN!!!!G i am just putting Words Out Here ehehehehehe#its practice >;)c#all this bc ive been doodling comics for myself again and im V!! PROUD OF THE ART!!!! wanna share- but DIALOGUE!*âĄsfx!!*....... so! options#a) leaving it blank. no there are NO microphones in the budget. b) leaving blank *balloons* so that the Rythm is there. implied convo!!!#c) ...doing it badly. (tragic)(heartwrenching)(teeny tiny bruise 2 the ego) *dramatic single tear cleches fists * its the only way.........#...we shall see! literally none of this is all that serious i am procrastinating!! <3 playing with my tuoys!!!!!!!! silly time!!!#/all lh! am reaching 30 tags so that is all for THIS episode of the maiora bitches about dialogue saga thank you for joining me!!okilyBuhBY
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"normal" meaning "unquestionable" & the embrace of that cropping up anywhere such as an aim to be on the unquestionable side of a Normal / Weird binary, thus surely being a comfortable effortless indelible version of Good that stems from "just be normal"
ppl out here like freud 2.0 where well they had the sufficiently normal Nuclear Household family(tm) experience so they're sufficiently normal for it, versus the weirdos who had the Questionable family times so as to end up with Issues, surely unlike all those who are Family Issue free, i.e. normal, no question. like how also Going To School is Normal, so of course there's that idea that anyone who didn't go to school normal style or did but Did That Wrong are the people made Weirder with Issues. & when what's Normal is what's Good is what's Unquestionable it's like why would i need to question it when it's so normal? why wouldn't some rando asshole nepo man be Meritous & Good at business when he's so Successful at it. speaks for itself, same as Your role of being treated entirely differently does, this can't be questioned, blame it on your own failures; again how the supposedly "questionable" experiences (unlike other ones, which need no Legitimate questioning) are pathologized like. people talking about disabled ppl's lacking "social skills" being this meaningful Driver of ableism just like poor people's lacking "financial literacy" being that darn cause of classism & resource extraction, the already Questioned vulnerable [you're just doing it wrong / failing] people are the cause of their own mistreatment, Normal people who are so socially & financially successful are helpless, this victim blaming (can't question it. Normal) sure totally doesn't speak to abuse being "normal" as well
which, good thing abuse totally isn't Normal i.e. in the territory of unquestionable things (with, obviously, the idea that Abuse (Real abuse, if you like) must be Exceptional in addition to, if not to Really be, "obviously" questionable) since if something can't be questioned then surely it's also How Things Were In The Beginning, Are Now, & Ever Shall Be (catholic prayer paraphasing re: god, for referential context) & there's just nothing to do but invest in & play into it For Success & resent / punish / try to eliminate disruption, like people just existing but doing it Weird, c'mon, be a better person please, obviously....meanwhile people out here approaching queerness in a way that accepts & acts according to the unquestionable normal of abuse of queerness, such that oh the "abnormality" of being queer (that is, "normal" people's abuse in the face of awareness of queerness) is unquestionable, such that Oh No, investment in that abuse now & forever world without end amen, & now punching down on the people who are just Being Weird & Disrupting this embrace of the norm: radfems invested in "all bodies will be classed as men & women & the former abuse the latter" & hate women who already disrupt this premise; pointing out ace exclusionism as terf logic just applied in the different context where queer vs nonqueer binary is neatly detected just as the gender binary is & people who already prove that & the way it's defined is not the case are the real problems, infiltrating Unquestionable (Normal) Queerness & delegitimizing it i.e. being The Cause of e.g. homophobic abuse, which will also unquestionably exist, so if we're gonna blame someone as Needing To Change it'll have to be uhhh already also affected Weird people who are ruining things, they're the Real causes of this abuse, so they're basically men, basically cis, basically straight. boooo to trans ace bi pan aro nonbinary gnc people....hardest to be binary gender "same sex" "romantic" "visible" Truly Queer couple currently holding hands in public or in front of family, & it's You Mfs who make it harder, not, yknow, the people who were already always embracing & perpetuating the abuse bolstering Normal(tm) Cishet Just Being Normal. and of course don't forget going after poly people & others disrupting / not accepting premises about Unquestionable Relationship Structures/Requirements. so not just being normal
also the beloved concept broken out that, of course, Being Normal = Being Good, b/c hello, unquestionable?? where it's like meaningless ideas that abuse is Abnormal like ":( hurt people hurt people" (inherently a framing to counter any response to [person is hurting me] that's not silent secret sympathy forever i guess. nobody's using this catchphrase to argue for Hey Quick let's all intervene to stop someone being hurt, lest they go on to hurt anyone themselves) like & yet everyone is hurt, yet not everyone is doing shit where these arguments are broken out after they're already getting away with nonsense & we're telling others to just stop complaining, while also not everyone isn't getting shit on for being "disruptive" & perchance the real hurtful problems for trying to Stop being shitted on, or just have a little more breathing room to day to day live while it happens. everyone's hurt bitch let's get you some "what's the actual patterns & context of supported power imbalance made emergently evident by whose choices & life are constrained & undermined & made smaller" like. or the expanded idea as that well all abuse comes from Being abused, i.e. the Cycle, never mind that abuse is everywhere as per its being Normal, & nobody's intervening every time it manifests despite its supposed exceptionality thus rareness & supposed indication that someone's Being abused to cause it. just gotta roll with it, wow. & pathologize being victim to it, abuser in the making, Vulnerable People are dangerous, those insulated & given more access to systemically backed power in an oh so Normal way are surely oh so Safe as well. the very rich families are all lovely havens. the abused people are treated so well & embraced & supported by all the more Normal people they encounter, certainly not Also isolated, bullied, victim blamed by these Normal friends family coworkers new partners randos in public randos who are "professionals"
but yknow uh literally just be normal lol. aaand post. and like "lol being Anti Being Normal? just like a weirdo" like yeah of course. and what, i'm gonna try to win the heart & mind of someone like "of course you have blue hair & pronouns" & convert them, as would definitely happen if only all transgenderists were Normal about it? and the perspective of "what Unquestionable Good is ever actually coming from striving to get to point at Others as Weird" involves going like "nooo i wanna see myself & be seen as Just Being Normal" instead of like having ideas / arguments about how to be considerate towards people which can be articulated in any other way & involve effort & said consideration (ft. anything able to be questioned)
#but i think we all agree that ppl pointing & going ''ugh poly shit ruining everything'' or ''aplatonic?? lmfao'' are heroes AND le epic#always feel free to circle around too to bi ppl who are Totally Basically Cishet AND Worse Enemies Really Than. Anyone Cishet#and i'm sure the ace exclusionism never ends for plenty of ppl. keep the logic but go ''oh well it's just still not That big a deal''#the experiences of being more vulnerable & exposed to exploitation of that? are the drivers of Deviation. your weird issues#MY blessed normativity. had enough of Family Friendship Romance that was all surely pleasant enough#popular enough / not bullied enough at school. i am now a good person based on vibes b/c to be Hurting anyone? well i would Know#why not go talk to the rando who was like ''racism is over b/c i have never invoked like Hey. White Person To White Person. give me#preferential treatment >;) & in fact now white people are Dispreferred etc etc'' ohh all the Special Treatment(tm) for Others....#again like the idea Abuse happens in some ''abnormal'' situation & simply being in ''normal'' ones will show victims the light#(already with the logic that ppl are in abusive situations b/c the victims need to Know Better & Take The Correct Actions finally)#(i.e. victim blaming / pathologize the individuals) like yeah the guarantee ppl don't just keep getting shat on is not there lol#the blessed normal ppl who are i guess natural healers i presume? Totally never ostracizing bullying & further treating as ''''weird''''#like the idea ohh autistic ppl are Bad At Interactions. oh shit interactions b/w autistic ppl go great? well uhh#then It's A Two Way Street except also being nt is Normal so autistic ppl need to ''learn social skills'' so Ableism Ends. their fault#same deal like sympathy & support from the supposed Primed To Harm fellow abused ppl?? while others are undermining & ostracizing? nahh#even getting to be ''alone'' i.e. either existing amid others but not there ''with'' anyone; or certainly Left Alone; way more Validating#and just more pleasant too like. even the abstract concept of [do xyz: with a friend group] :((( vs do it by yourself :)#''oh ppl don't want to have the Social Skills & exert the Effort to have a friend group?? that's that on Moral Failure'' Lol. truly.#good people are popular & bad people are ostracized in recognition of their unquestionably Questionable Weirdo Vibe. got their ass#if you can't / won't break something down beyond Normal/Weird. why. i'm questioninnnng....And queer.#like ''sounds just like something a Weird Ruinerrr (Disruptor) would say'' uh yeah i sure hope it does &c
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Hihi just wanna say real quick that you are very cool :00 I adore all the little comments you put in the tags on my posts theyâre so fun to read /gen and itâs really awesome to find another Kross enjoyer (alsoalso your art is beautiful too)
anyway I just wanted to say thatâŚ
-A person who was too nervous to send this out of anon lmao
UAZGHJHFAGJ AAAA THANK YOUUU :') <3333
man why are you all so shyyyy when i'm just. i'm just a lil girl i'm a small widdle artist who goes insane over anything that remotely involves art/writings on the most niche fandoms like :'D i'm really not that cool i promise HHH xD
and man i might not know exactly who you are (although i can probably guess >;)c) but it makes me extremely happy that you like my tags!! i know how good it feels to get some nice comments on your works so for all the people who looked at it and didn't reblog i'll give you as many tags that i can possibly come up with!!! >:Dc <33333
#ask#no no i mean i get it. i know some artists i wouldn't even send an ask to because they're WAY too composed; brief and cool and it's just!!#scary to not receive the same amount of enthusiasm you send because you start overthinking your interactions and all-#so i get it!! but like...me? mE???#is it the art thing? do you guys look at my art and think i'm as cool as the art?? if so then GHFTJFHKJLJ thANK YOU#but also?? i wish i was too bro HHH i am literally incapable of sounding mysterious and interesting xD i tricked you guys into being shy#when I'M the shy one stop whatever you're thinking cause I'M the shyest one out of us two!!! how DARE you think i'm good with words#i'm NOT i mumble and fumble with my thoughts and it somehow sounds good but like!! other than compliments i'm basic hhhh xD#and another kross enjoyer?? you think i DON'T feel like i found a jackpot when i find new content for them??#like of COURSE i'd love your stuff and i'll make sure you know it very well hhhh xD but really i do appreciate it!#haven't interacted with a bunch of new ppl in a WHILE so i guess i just feel really giddy and happy lately :')#and ofc don't feel like you have to go off anon but don't worry about sending me asks without being anonymous either >:Dc#thank you thank you thank you<3333
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Day 2. Monster-kinktober: Artificial intelligence + Handjobs/Temperature play
A/N: This is a prequel piece of this one that nobody asked for but I wanted to write. Also, I took handjob in the literal way, so we have fingering as handjob here. Enjoy!
Robot x fem!reader || dirty talk (kinda), fingering, temperature play, semi-public sex (technically)
When you started working in the factory, you were mesmerized by the robots. You were the only human in your floor and thought they would be more⌠mechanical. But they werenât. They looked very much robot-like, but they were great at conversation. They were nice in a very human way, and that only made them even more appealing for you. They were interesting, and weird looking, and a bit androgynous in the best way possible. So nobody would blame you when you say you fell in love with one of them.
It all started in a slow Wednesday afternoon. You had a couple hours until the end of your shift but there wasnât much to do, so you were just filling some paperwork and trying to look busy without being too obvious about the fact that you were only moving papers around. And then someone knocked on the door of your office. You thought it would be one of the humans of other floors, looking for something and being too stupid to ask the robots. Some humans didnât like the fact that the company was mainly robot oriented.
But it wasnât a human. It was your favorite robot looking as weird and mechanic as always, and making your pulse skip a beat as he showed his silver bald head. âHi! What can I do for you?â You asked cheerfully.
âI have a question,â he said in his monotonous tone, eyes unblinking. At first it was unsettling that they didnât blink, but you got used to it and now it was a bit exhilarating to be the focus of attention of a robot, they didnât miss a single movement you did and that called to you in a weird way.
âOkay. What kind of question?â You questioned, looking at him in the most professional way you could muster, but probably failing because he was robotically hot. In a way that made your pussy a little bit wet every time you talked to him.
He didnât wait more than two seconds before shooting at you: âDo humans like robots?â
âWow, thatâs a big question right there.â You thought about it for a few seconds, trying to organize your thoughts to explain human-supremacy groups to a robot. âSome humans like robots just fine, but other humans think they are inferior to humanity so theyâŚâ
He cut you. âNo, no. I understand that, I mean if humans like like robots,â he clarified.
And for a moment you were speechless, was he really asking if human and robots could have some kind of romantic or sexual connection? Was that even a possibility? Youâd thought about it (a lot), but you never knew robots could feel that way about humans, you werenât even sure they felt. You knew artificial intelligence was great nowadays, but you werenât sure and thought it would be rude to ask. Good luck they werenât scared to ask anything and were always truthful.
âOh. Oh. I donât know⌠Yeah, I guess so. Why not?â You answered, trying to sound neutral about it.
He looked at you for a few more seconds before asking: âDo you like robots? Do you like me?â He caught you completely unprepared for that question.
âWhat?â You squealed.
âI like you.â You just discovered they could like humans, and your brain was trying to process a thousand little movements and interactions at the same time, trying to figure out if he meant what you thought he meant.
âWhat do you like about me?â You asked, still confused about what was happening. Was your robot crush really telling you he wanted to have his way with you, too? That wasnât possible, was it?
âYou treat me like an equal, and you are always nice to all robots. Also you look squeeze and I want to touch you.â You choked on a laugh at that part. âDo you like me?â He repeated.
You thought about it for half a second, thinking about the naughty fantasies you had all alone in your house. You thought about all the extra time you spent in his area just to chat with him for a bit. You did have a crush on him. âYes,â you finally let out, a spark of hope inside your chest.
âGood,â he accepted, his head bobbing up and down in a very non-human way that made you want to smile. âAre you my girlfriend now?â He said, making you giggle.
âArenât you going to take me out first?â You joked.
He looked panicked for a second. âYes. Yes. Human records said we need to go to dinner and to the movies. But I donât eat, and Iâm not allowed into cinemas. But we can skip that and do the fucking, thatâs third date as the internet explained,â he deadpanned, making you choke on air and start coughing really hard.
âWe can do what?â You choked out, eyes as big as plates as you looked at him.
âThe fucking. The internet said human partners used their genitals together to get pleasure. I donât have genitals, but I can create some,â he explained in his toneless voice, making it sound serious and ridiculous at the same time. He continued: âdifferent shapes, different colors, they can attach. I have them on my desk. Iâll bring them. Wait here,â he ordered.
âWait!â But he was already gone.
He came back a couple minutes late, carrying a big box full of various dicks of different colors, shapes and even textures. You were looking into the box trying to decipher when your life became so surreal and how did your boring Wednesday end up with a robot boyfriend and a box full of attachable dildos.
âWe can try them now,â he announced, reaching to grab one when you stopped him.
âNo! We are working.â
âBut I want to touch you and I have no job right now. You donât either. Youâve been moving papers around all day.â You didnât even have time to process the fact that he was aware of your every moment before he was talking again. âLet me touch you, please.â His voice sounded mechanical and had zero tone to it, but at the same time it sounded like a plea and you found yourself accepting with a soft âokayâ.
He approached you and lowered his bald robot head until he was a couple centimeters away from your face, he stared without blinking until you looked away, red blush covering your cheeks. âI like that you can change colors,â he said, making you smile. âCan I see your tits? The internet said human women liked them played with.â His change of behaviour from cute to horny robot made you want to laugh maniacally.
âSome human women do, some donât,â you explained.
âDo you? Do you like your boobs being played with?â He asked, his head tilted to the side in a very puppy-like gesture that made your heart skip a beat. He was looking at your covered boobs like they held the answers to all his questions. He reached for your buttons and you didnât stop him.
âYe- yes,â you stuttered, suddenly nervous as he unbuttoned your shirt and stared at your lacy bra. He lowered it down, exposing your tits to the cold air of the office and making your body shiver.
âWhy are they hard?â He asked at the same time he pinched one of your nipples with a bit too much force. You let out a gasp and he released it, just to do it again. You liked that he was playful, it was refreshing.
âItâs cold and they are sensitive,â you let out between heavy breaths.
âThey turn hard when cold?â You nodded, and then cried out when his fingers suddenly became as cold as ice as he rubbed your nipples with them, making your back arch on your chair. âOh. And what happens if itâs hot?â He asked as you felt his hands became scalding hot and you cried out again.
He did it a couple more times, pinching and rubbing and making you lose your mind with just his fingers. You were almost at the edge of a good orgasm when his hands traveled down, popping the button of your pants and rubbing your covered mound.
âThe internet said this was the best place to give pleasure. Is that true?â He asked, his hand slipped lower, rubbing over your dripping center. You nodded frantically, grabbing onto the sides of the chair like your life depended on it. âItâs wet and soft,â he noted. You flushed redder, your face flaming hot as he explored the inside of your pants. He pushed your panties to the side and touched right over your aching pussy, making you cry out again, your eyes rolling back into your head. âDo you like that?â You nodded, your teeth biting down on your lips so hard you tasted blood.
He rubbed up and down your pussy for a while, not doing anything crazy, just two fingers collecting your wetness and exploring your most vulnerable place. He hummed every once in a while, looking at you unblinkingly as you squirmed on the seat. And then he found your clit, his fingers rubbing over it with such precision you saw starts and had to cover your mouth.
âI wonder what happens if I apply cold here,â he said out loud as you felt his fingers turning ice cold and your body shivered, more juices dripping from your pussy.
He turned his fingers scorching hot, rubbing your clit, and then cold when he rubbed them over your entrance. You were on edge, but he wasnât even trying to get you off. You were desperate, wanting to do something, to come, but you wanted to let him explore you some more⌠It was exhilarating to have him pay such attention to you.
And then he surprised you pushing two fingers inside as he rubbed his thumb over your clit. The combination making your body jerk as he gave you the robot equivalent of a smirk, which looked like a weirdly creepy grin that made your pulse race and your pussy wetter. He crocked his fingers and found your G-spot, faster than any human ever had, and you screamed under your palm. He looked at you and did it again, rubbing your clit and sweet spot at the same time. Your orgasm was so close you could feel it at the tip of your consciousness, but he stopped then. Just for a few seconds, but enough to make you release your hold on the chair and grab his bald metallic head.
âMake me cum,â you pleaded.
He didnât answer, he just grabbed one of your boobs with his free hand and started rubbing ice cold fingers over your nipple. At the same time the hand in your pants got hotter and hotter, almost too hot, but so, so good. He thrust inside of you a couple times, his thumb rubbing over your clit⌠and that was it. You screamed as your back arched and your body fell into the most intense orgasm of your life as he stared at your contorted face.
You were coming down from the high when he said: âI liked that. Next time we should try the dildos,â he stated, voice monotonous.
âYeah⌠Whatever you want,â you told him, too tired to argue, and too excited to try.
#robot x human#robot x reader#robot x you#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#monster x human#teratophillia#monster x reader#terato#monster boyfriend#monster romance#monster kink#monster fuqqer#monster love#monster lover#monster smut#monster x you#monsterfucker#monsterfucking nsft#monstertober#kinktober#monsterkinktober#robot fucker
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#the pros of caving&opening my pro email for the first time in waaaaay too fucking long:#nice messages from nice clients that had no other way to contact me wishing me well. nice prince fan who paid for#topical pics on princes birthday one year for example lmao. another one who paid for these icarus themed#shots that are still some of my fave lmao. i have nice interactions sometimes.#the cons of opening my pro email for the first time in waaaay too long bc i was specifically avoiding it bc i had a feeling this had#already happened: two v specific ppl found it&now theres no way i can trust any emails i get there lmao.#seriously debating just not making another one lmao i do not NEED repeat clientele on that level right now.#but it does make the work siginifantly safer. idk..#annooooooyedddddddd w myselfffffff i have bad interactions too&those ones seem way more frequent#&last way fucking longer i am losing track of the fucking idiots i need to remember to hide from its been years leave me alone#i am going to fucking scream i have genres of morons to flip thru if any of you fucks are reading this right now know i hate#you. neither of the two who found that email know about my tumblr tho i think so its like a moot point lmao.#im pretty sure one did get my ig nuked tho thats what the email made it sound like#so i guess that answers that question lmao.#BLAH i am going to get v high&scream into a pillow now anyway good morning everyone#i cant tell if my meds are being disrupted by my moods or if this is just what having a personality is lmao#&i regret literally nothing in my life but some ppl make it pretty damn close when i think about whether or not i would go back&#instead of speaking to them at all perhaps walk directly into traffic lmao. but y'know.#... just girly things?
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flirt - rafe cameron
nice!rafe x reader college au warnings - smut, swearing, drinking summary - when rafe cameron finally takes an interest in you, you think its just another one of his one night stands
get comfy, grab a snack, because baby its longgger. i spent all day on this :) (hahaha ha ha h a) anyways, i wanted a nice, possibly even goofy rafe instead of him being batshit crazy all the time. so please forgive the personality change, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programs soon.
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when rafe cameron entered the room, everyone swooned. the football star of unc chapel hill, the hottest guy on campus, the flirt. everyone would gladly drop to their knees for him, except you.
it was like something was wrong with you. because you absolutely did not understand what everyone was always going on about over him.
sure, he was tall and handsome. he was good at football. but he seemed like a complete jerk.
you were a sophomore at unc, rafe was a junior. youâd become very familiar with the horror stories of being around and getting with rafe cameron.
he fucks girls then leaves them on read, picks fights for no reason, drinks way too much, and has a god awful ego.
you just did not get it.
at the party, in some worn out, dirty frat, you stood with your friends in a corner, people watching and giggling.
it had been a fun night so far, meeting new people and having a few too many shots.
but when rafe cameron and his friends walked into the room, everyoneâs attention was on him.
you saw him, and wanted to scream âbooooâ. rolling your eyes, you walked away from your enchanted friends towards the makeshift bar.
a drunk frat brother poured you another drink as your phone dinged. you went to check it, and when you looked back up, there he was, in all his materialistic glory.
âhey angel.â rafe lifted the corner of his lip, handing you the cup the brother just filled.
âthank you.â you smiled for only a second, hopefully fast enough he didnât even see it, then started to walk away.
âhey, wait!â rafe called behind you, useless. you took a guess that tonight, it was your turn to be the special girl in rafe cameronâs life. you didnât want that title.
your friends stared in bewilderment as rafe cameron stalks behind you, and pulls on your arm ever so gently to get you to turn around.
âwhatâs your name?â he asks, his face blank of any little smirk he had before.
âdepends on whoâs asking.â you shrug, taking a small sip of the juice from your cup. it was strong.
âme.â he clarified, a look on his face telling you should have already known that.
âoh. then, no.â you give him a sweet smile. he scoffs, shaking his head.
âand if itâs for my homeboy over there?â his long finger sticks out and points towards one of his friends, one youâd seen on campus before, but couldnât put a name to his face.
âoh, if itâs for him, get him to come over here and iâll tell him myself.â
âwhatâs your problem with me?â rafeâs face scrunched up, crossing his arms over his chest.
âi donât have a problem, im just not interested.â you give him one last sickly sweet smile, before returning to the group of friends, patiently waiting to interrogate you.
it had only been a few days since yourâs and rafeâs interaction. you hadnât thought about it much, after getting home to your apartment and debriefing your friends, it had slipped out of your mind completely.
that was, until, you saw him walk into the coffee shop you were studying at.
immediately, you ducked your head, hoping not to get spotted.
he went up to the counter and ordered, fiddling with a straw in his hands, back turned to you.
you thought maybe he had missed you, so with a sigh of relief, you went back to your schoolwork.
âhi, angel.â you cringed at the voice. looking up, there he was.
he was wearing a bandana, tied around his head, some old carhart jacket. he had good style, youâll give him that.
âoh, hey.â you tried your best to not sound so sincere.
âhowâve you been?â he asked, inviting himself to take a seat across from you.
âgreat. how about you?â his smile lit up his face, thinking he was finally getting somewhere with you.
he went to answer, when you cut him off, âiâm so sorry, i donât know your name?â it came out more of a question, a dare.
his smile faltered for a second, and you took that as a win, before he stuck his hand out in between you two.
âiâm rafe cameron.â despite protests, you took his hand in yours to shake it, ignoring how much of a difference in size there was.
he raised his eyebrows, âyour turn.â
âstill not interested. lovely to see you, though.â you let go of his hand, putting your focus back into your schoolwork.
he scoffed, stood over you for a second, appearing to be looking at something on the table in front of you.
he chuckled, low, then bent down a bit. âiâll see you later, yn.â
he picked up his coffee and walked out the door without a second glance. alarm bells were going off in your head. how could he possibly know your name?
you grabbed your cup to take a sip, and realization hit you like a brick. on the side of the plastic, your name was written in simple black sharpie.
recently, practice hadnât been fun. especially since rafe realized the football team practices right next to the womenâs soccer team. and also, since rafe found out you were on the womenâs soccer team.
heâd made every effort to get your attention, calling your name and throwing footballs towards the soccer pitch, more or less annoying you. your teammates would squeal and giggle, and you groaned.
coach called practice, and as you were packing up your gear and getting ready to make the trek back to your locker rooms, you heard the distinctive voice from behind you.
âangel, how was practice?â you turned, seeing rafe, sweaty and red.
you probably looked the same at him. youâd been running on and off for two and a half hours today, you probably did not look your best. rafe would have disagreed.
âfine, thanks.â you wiped your face with a towel, taking your cleats off and finding your shoes.
âyou know, when your face is all red like that, it makes me wonder what you look like when youâre getting f-â you hit rafe on the chest with the back of your hand.
âyouâre appalling. does that line ever work on anyone?â you were completely disgusted by him right now, even if the thought did draw a little curiosity from you.
âsometimes. let me take you out on a date.â un phased, rafe cameron persists.
âwhy would i ever say yes after the comment you just made?â you laugh in his face, earning a shit eating grin from him.
âgive me one chance. i donât know what you think about me, but give me a chance to prove im not whatever it is.â
âno.â
âplease, angel.â the way his voice upped an octave erupted thoughts, lot and lots of thoughts.
so, youâd finally give him a little bait to chew on for a while. âi'll think about it.â
with that, you left him standing by the benches. you rolled your eyes at the boy, but couldnât help but smile.
three hours later you had a follow and dm from rafe cameron.
rafecam: have you thought about our date yet?
yourusername: no, not really
rafecam: come on angel
rafecam: one date is all iâm asking
yourusername: thatâs all itâll be since youâll ghost me afterwards! itâs perfect!
rafecam: ohhh so thatâs what you think
yourusername: the answer is no
rafecam: iâm not taking that for an answer
rafecam: itâs yes or yes
rafecam: iâll be the perfect gentleman
rafecam: im the man of your dreams come onnnn
yourusername: youâre funny
rafecam: so does tuesday night sound good?
read
yourusername started following you!
deciding on something nice, but not too nice, you took your hair out of the rollers and sighed.
itâs your date with rafe tonight. you were feeling a lot of emotions.
youâd gone through rafeâs instagram the night he dmed you, had followed him back. there was even some 'get to know you' conversations somewhere in between.
pictures of his parents and sisters, his friends, pictures of them on a beach, all smiling. no pictures of him out at a party, or arms slung around girls. there was an image to maintain, though. the quarterback at unc, with forty thousand followers, of course he wasnât going to post that.
you rolled your eyes and jumped up to show your roommate the black silk dress you were wearing for the dinner date at the fancy restaurant in town. anna was funny, bowing down in front of you like you were some god.
the doorbell to the apartment rang and your eyebrows furrowed. you thought, âno way heâd find a way to get up here, no way heâd find your apartment, no way heâd willingly come up here and ring my doorbellâ.
but there he was, on the other side of the door, holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. your jaw almost dropped.
he was dressed nicely, a smile painted on his tanned features.
âhow did you know where i live. and how do you know about the flowers?â you invited him in, giving him a undoubtedly suspicious look.
âdonât worry, angel. i have my ways,â he smirked, looking at your roommate. âhey anna.â
âoh, okay. got it. got it, thanks anna.â you shake your head, grinning as you put your head in your hands.
âweâll put these in water then head out, yea?â rafe grabbed the scissors while you grabbed a vase to fill up with water, moving in perfect harmony.
the dinner went well, surprising you. he was a gentleman, like he had promised.
and as much as you hated yourself for it, you swooned, just like that.
his smile, and his jokes, and the lack of inappropriate ones. you thought maybe the bar was on the floor, right now you didnât care. you could only thing about maybe, you could have been wrong about him.
heâd walked you back up to your apartment on the second floor, carrying his jacket and your heels over his shoulder as you walked together.
when you got to your door, it was unlocked, thank goodness, because you forgot your keys.
âthese are yours. angel, i had a really good time. promise youâll text me in the morning?â rafe asked as he held out your heels, a true, genuine look in his eye signaling he meant it.
you shrugged, love drunk, and pulled his arm so he fell inside with you. âweâll see.â
he dropped the jacket and heels on one hump on the floor, grabbing around your waist and pulling you in.
the kiss was so desperate and rushed, but still gentle. one of his arms wrapped around your waist as you clung to his neck.
pulling apart, you grabbed his chin and lifted it upwards, placing light kisses on his neck, then sucking. his hands grabbed at your hips.
âyou look so good. holy fuck, angel.â he returned the favor, kissing down your neck and shoulder, playing with the strap of your dress with his teeth.
you pulled him towards your room, and at first, he didnât hesitate.
he faltered once you got to your door, pulling back from you.
âangel, iâve wanted to fuck you since the moment i saw you, but i want to do this right.â
you were taken aback, not believing the words that were coming out of rafe cameron's mouth. you almost thought he was kidding, letting out a anxious chuckle, met with a confused stare.
"did you just say no to sex?" you questioned. he nodded, looking just as surprised by himself as you were.
he doesn't fucking like me, you thought. how could you be so stupid? of course, of course rafe cameron doesn't want you the same way you want him. do it right? what does that even mean?
and there it was, surprising you again, because since when did you want rafe? have feelings for rafe?
"okay, um well, goodnight, then." you tried, tucking your hair behind your ears and grabbing your heels from the ground.
"okay. goodnight, angel." he took a step forward to try and kiss you, but you crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head.
he faltered, heart shooting out of his chest. the one time he tries to treat a girl right, and he's fucked that up, too. he grabbed his jacket, stood up straight, gave you one last look and closed the door behind him.
rafe: good morning
rafe: do u maybe want to get coffee with me
rafe: or i could get it and bring it to u
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rafe: helllllloooooo
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rafe: angel what's goin on
rafe: text me back yn
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it had been three days since you spoke to rafe. it'd been three weeks since you met him, officially. your emotions had been twisted, confusing. heâd been gone for an away football game. he stopped texting you after that.
you watched the game with your roommate anna, rafe throwing pick after pick, completely off his game. you sighed, hoping that the small flame inside trying to convince you you're the reason he keeps messing up is wrong.
the game ended, they won by one point. the team cheered on the field as number forty six walked off the field, helmet in hand and head hung low.
rafe: can you please talk to me
rafe: i would take you telling me you hate me over this
you: can you come over?
rafe: be there in ten
he was there in seven minutes, actually. looks of hesitation painting his features when you opened the door for him.
"you've been okay? you didn't text me back on wednesday."
"yea, we should talk about that." you nodded. his face slumped, he looked defeated.
"what? what is it, angel?" he took a step towards you.
"listen, i really only said yes to that date so you'd leave me alone," rafe felt a little bit liked he'd been punched. "but that entire date i felt so good, and i was honestly just fine with having one night with you and never speaking to you again. but then you said you didn't want to and whatever you meant by that, i'm not sure, but it, like, threw me off." you rambled, arms crossed over your chest in defense.
"i wasn't gonna have sex with you if it meant i never talked to you again." his blue eyes hidden under thick lashes, unable for you to get a good read on them.
"but rafe, thats like all you're known f-" your hands went up in defeat as you tried to finish your statement.
"was, it was. i wish you'd just talk to me instead, angel. but this-" he waves a finger between you two- "is different. i don't know if its because you give me shit every time i try to flirt with you or that you're just unlike anyone i've ever met, i don't fucking know. but id rather give this an actual try than pretend i could treat you like you didn't mean something more."
speechless, thats what you were. taking two steps forward and pulling him in. he tasted like mint gum, smelled like wood and vanilla. his lips parted, letting you familiarize yourself with his mouth.
he pulled back, "go on another date with me?" you laughed, then nodded, then pulled him back into you.
he pulled back again, "be my girlfriend?"
"you're pushing it, rafe." giving him a peck on the lips.
"well, just using my logic, here. if you're my girlfriend, then that means were giving it a try and we can fuck all we want." he shrugged, a hand finding its way under your t-shirt and onto your hip.
"you sound insane. ask me again later." you whispered into him, pulling him into your room, this time he didn't budge. rafe cameron, in your small, student housing bedroom, pulling your shirt off.
he kissed your neck, bit at the spots he'd sucked, picking you up and rolling onto the bed with you, earning a laugh from you.
you grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, rafe helping you out. your hands found their way to his upper arms, he closed his eyes and flexed under your touch, almost unconsciously.
"you look so pretty, angel. always do." he whispered, leaned down to kiss you again. he pulled your thin, loungewear bra to the side, let out a quiet groan, and kissed.
and he would have done anything to hear that small moan from you for the first time again. your hand reaches up to grab his hair as one nipple is in his mouth, the other being rubbed between his fingertips.
"angel, you want this as bad as i do?" he looked up at you, watched you nod, and smiled, kissing down to your naval.
lifting your lips, he slid the shorts off you, then his sweatpants next.
he lined himself up, pushing into you slowly, memorizing the sound of your gasps and moans. surely, this is what heaven felt like. sounded like. "holy fuck."
two strong arms landed on each side of your head as he slid in and out of you.
his words came out all incoherent, with a lot of 'please', 'angel', and 'pretty''s thrown in there.
this wasn't the kind of sex you'd have with rafe, you thought it would be more rough, not sweet and caring.
your eyes closed, his hand flying to your face, gripping your chin. "open your eyes, pretty girl. i wanna see you. wanna see whats mine." you let out a moan, clenching around him, too deep in pleasure to care that rafe knew you liked that.
"say it." rafe moaned, his pace fastening, a steady hand still on your face.
"im yours, rafe." he pulled you up as you gasped for the millionth time. now, riding him, your face was an inch above his, his features looked perfect under the sunlight.
"are you mine?" you got out, in between moans.
"since the first time i ever laid eyes on you. all yours, angel."
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~ 01.10 - (whb) Lucifer ~
Dom!reader x sub!lucifer - reader is gender neutral
Warning: nipple play, lactation, dacryphilia, marking, objectification (a little), pet names, teasing, praise kink (a little), cumming untouched, eating cum (both), cum play, tongue kiss, mind break, sub-space, dacryphilia
~ Word count: 5.7k ~
Nini!rant: okay.. huh.. first one done, and itâs our beautiful luci
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The sound of birds chipping echoed through the greenhouse, where you were enjoying some afternoon tea. Their singing wasnât rhythmic nor melodic, yet it was calming and quite befitting the atmosphere. At least they served the purpose of breaking the silence between you and the person sitting across you. He requested your presence and had you come all the way to Paradise Lost, only to play house with you.
This was truly an awful experience, getting interrogated like this by none other than the strongest being in hell, the Lucifer himself. Though can you call it interrogation, when all he has done was staring at you through his bangs? At least the treats were good, you were able to distract yourself from the infuriating situation at hand. The smell of tea filled your nostrils, it tickled the tip of your nose. A single sip was all it took to bring a smile to your face, a pleased expression showing in response to the rich aroma of your drink.
All of the flavors were amazing and exquisite. It was just the right amount of sweetness to brighten your mood, and enough bitterness to keep your mind alerted. Despite the tense situation, or the lack of it to be precise, he was still the first creation of god. Thatâs a title worth fearing. The first light of dawn, the first angel, basically the one who has witnessed it all. It was a given that the pressure would linger despite the seemingly gentle atmosphere. No matter how he tried to mask this interaction up as a simple tea party, you were going to be careful around him. Better that than sorry.
You took another sip, feeling the warmth of the tea chase out the chilly sensations from before. Something was missing though, you were craving some milk with your tea.
The gentle sunlight felt like a warm embrace, a blanket that sheltered all of hell. If Gehenna had the same weather as here, then Leraye must be feeling pretty down. A soft smile formed on your lips at the thought of that sunshine of a child, and the corners of your mouth twitched ever so slightly. Lucifer, who sat opposite to you, observed your every mimic with a nonchalant expression, studying them even.
His messy hair, as bright as the light, shone alongside the sun. After a momentâs hesitation, he talked in his usual deep yet tender voice, one that could bring his subject to the brink of ecstasy, âFor what my brother did, I want to apologize.â The first words that left his throat were apologetic ones, then he swiftly changed it to a firm tone, âIâd be willing to make up to you.â
Make up to you, he said. Was he perhaps trying to lessen the sins of his dearest ones? Now thatâs an interesting offer, it caught you off guard and sent a chill down your spine. As if someone just pushed you into a pond. Nevertheless, you had to be careful, one wrong step could end up with your head rolling around, and you still havenât decided on how dangerous that guy was. If we were to go by what Satan mentioned, it would take the power of all the six kings of hell to have a chance at defeating this guy.
With lingering doubts, you opened your mouth, replying after much contemplating and care, âCould you elaborate on that?â First, you needed to know what he meant by his words, to clear off any possible misunderstandings. To make up to you, it sounds like he owes you a favor. Of course, you despised that self-righteous angel for his deeds and sins committed against you, yet you would never blame it on someone not involved. His gaze shifted from you to his cup, staring at his reflection in the liquid.
He had a guess about how you must feel at this moment, hence his explanation, âA sexual favor is also possible.â Those words had an unfamiliar ring to Lucifer, it was the first time in eons that he used them. In a deep, hidden corner of his mind, he wished to know what you had done with his relatives. What was the saying again? Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat had nine lives and came back satisfied? âYou may show me what you did with my brothers.â He suggested, adding some information to his previous statement.
That would never happen, at least not now, not when you are in such a vulnerable position. Who knows what he might do with you after finding out about all the things you did, about how you made his brothers cry. Still you were intrigued, seeing this flawless⌠personâ cry would surely be quite the adventure and bring forth a fitting satisfaction, even so, you valued your life, enough to not want to die a gruesome death.
The best way to get out of this mess would be to act kind and naive. You smiled insincerely, hiding your skeptic feelings behind a carefully crafted mask. âThanks for your concern, but Iâm fine, there is no need for you to apologize.â A tone tender enough to make flower petals seem rough, paired with a bright smile full of rejection.
âIs that so.â The angel in front of you acknowledged your words, he used his arms to push himself up from his seat. Now that he stood up, you remembered how intimidating he actually was. Considering that he was incredibly tall, adding on the fact he also owned a fearsome aura around him. It was a feel unique to the seraphim, one that just reeked of unyielding pride.Â
Your finger clenched around your teacup tighter, awaiting his next move. âFollow me,â Lucifer said. It wasnât a question nor was he polite about it, it was an order. There was no doubt he was an angel, some habits just never change. Though in all honesty? Every single one of his mannerisms reminded you of one. The subtly arrogance, how he seemed like he felt superior to everyone, the commanding voice, and the cold shoulder he gave you. Should you really follow such a person? What choices did you have, when it was a direct order from the avatar of pride?
Even so, you wanted to voice your concerns first, gulping down the knot in your throat. âWhere are we going?â You tried to sound unsuspecting and cheerful, the last thing you wanted was to accidentally offend him. To be honest all you wanted was to run and escape this suffocating place. âTo my bedroom.â He answered nonchalantly, as if that was the most normal thing in the world, to invite someone you barely knew to your bedroom.
One didnât need to be a genius to guess what his intentions were, so you had to set the record straight right here right now. Who knows, maybe he will let you go if your preferences donât align. That would be quite a nice outcome indeed. After mustering up enough courage, you stood up as well, looking him sternly in the eyes as you made yourself clear, âIf your plan is what I think it is, then please pardon me. I do not wish to get intimate with a stranger.â
A stranger, you said. Right, thatâs one way to describe your current relationship. Lucifer thought about your words carefully, looking for the right things to say to convince you. Your logic was understandable, it was the correct way to do it after all. Though he didnât have time to wait for you to open up to him. The only reason why he wanted to share a night with you was to get Solomonâs descendant on his side, and doing it in the romantic, patient way wouldnât do. For that, he was too jealous of Solomon to treat his descendants with compassion.
Besides this was hell, the most efficient way to get things done was simply through a sexual act. That way you can find out a lot about the other party. Long story short, he wasnât going to heed your will. âI understand your point, though I fear I canât accept it.â He began, and continued after taking a few steps in your direction, âIf you wish, you can simply admire and touch me as if Iâm merely an object. We donât need to go all the way.â
Who the heck did he think he was, sure, he was a very prominent figure, but even then how could he disregard and disrespect your opinion like this. âNo, I-â He glared at you for a split second, furrowing his eyebrows as he interrupted your sentence, âI wonât take no for an answer, itâs for hell.â Then his features reverted back to the neutral one. For a moment, he reminded you of a certain devil who was known for his bad temper.
With much complaining, you eventually gave up and agreed to his request, feeling a little cornered. âFine, lead the way then.â You answered begrudgingly, forcing out a meek smile. Luciferâs expression still didnât change, he stared at you blankly for a second, before turning around and repeating the words he previously uttered, âFollow me.â How irritating he was, just like any other devil, or angel for that matter.
Not long after you found yourself slandering through the gigantic halls of his palace, it was decorated extravagantly in all the different shades of gold. Merely walking on such expensive-looking ground made you feel inferior. Wherever you looked you could hear the objects scream âbrokeâ at you. This wasnât a treatment you expected in Paradise Lost, it sounded more befitting of Mammonâs castle.
On the other hand, it was to be expected that the resting place of every king must be of the highest quality, whether if they liked it or not, their subjects would arrange it for them in that manner. Despite you walking right behind him, you didnât want to watch his back. All you did was curse about how everything unfolded. His shoulders were wide, paired with a slim waist to match. He was wearing a large suit jacket, yet he couldnât conceal that fact. The way he walked was befitting his aura, rid of any hints of hesitation and full of precision. If someone didnât know his position, they could still guess it, all due to his habits.
After a while, he finally reached his wanted destination, stopping in front of a room. You sneaked up next to him, still unable to do anything but watch from the sidelines. There was not a single word you two exchanged during your little trip, causing it to be more or less awkward. Lucifer pushed the door open, turning the doorknob and stepping inside, of course, you followed shortly after. The inside of the room was even more lavish than the gorgeous floors outside. Each piece of furniture fit into the frame, all of them had their own designated place, and the way they were lined up implied someone meticulously planning all of it out beforehand.
You couldnât help but be amazed, these rooms are more than what one could categorize as luxury. Sure, the other kingâs palaces didnât fall behind in any aspects, though you were still impressed nonetheless. To think youâd be allowed inside such a grandiose space⌠if this was Earth it must cost a fortune. All your initial impressions were washed away the moment you recalled his presence. How did you manage to forget, for even one frame of a second? The moment you noticed, you started keeping to yourself again, hoping you didnât step out of line. Eyes weakly scanning the room, avoiding his gaze at all costs. What he did next was unexpected, so much so that you ended up finding yourself staring without knowing what to do.
He walked over to the bed, sat down, and began to undress.
The first piece of clothing to be dropped was his jacket with the white snake. Dropping it off onto the ground, then slowly unbuttoning his shirt. In your head, a million thoughts flooded you, especially because you were confused about what to do. When Lucifer started taking his dress shirt off, revealing his toned body, you decided you had enough and asked, âWhatâs this supposed to mean?â Without even thinking about it, contemplating what he wanted to say, he blurted out, âSeducing you.â
The way he replied was as if he saw nothing wrong with his deeds and choice of words. âReally now? Why would someone like you bother?â Despite a small fraction in the back of your mind having already expected this, considering his intentions were as clear as water, you still had a glimmer of hope that that wouldnât be the case. He didnât have any connections with Solomon like the other kings, on the contrary, he is envious of him. For a man like him to want to earn your favor - it sounds unbelievable.
âI simply wanted to try my shot, perhaps I failed already?â Lucifer questioned after seeing your serious expression, his shirt was loose now but not taken off completely. âFailed what?â You asked him, hoping that you could gather enough information to make sense of what was going on. âFailed to impress you.â The blondie said, without hesitation or a hint of sarcasm. Why would you want to impress me, was what you would have liked to ask, though your guts told you to stay quiet.
 Itâs a given that anyone would be in awe of him, considering how endearing heâs been the entire time. Even now, him sitting on his bed while flexing his muscles and that slim waist; every part of him was proof that he was sculpted by the loving hand of god personally. âNo, thatâs not the case..â you stopped mid-track, thinking about the possible outcomes for a bit, being hasty could cause backlash after all. If you praised him, he might take it as consent, but if you refused, would he get defensive? Was he a case like Levi?
Instead of pondering over this any longer, you took a gamble. Fine, since he wished to get laid so badly, shall you entertain him then? You walked up to him and hopped onto the bed as well. The soft sunlight still grazed your skin, the mattress sinking due to your added weight. âIâm plenty impressed, lucifer.â You had to show determination and sincerity, otherwise it wouldnât bear fruits.
This wasnât a lie though, he was very beautiful.
Your arm reached out for the male, finding yourself more and more captured by him with each passing second. Now that you were above him, he didnât seem all that intimidating anymore. Fingers intertwined with his locks, stroking him while giving him a big smile. It felt pleasant, that was his first thought. Like the warmth god showered him with before Solomon came. A deep sigh left him, bitterness suddenly intruded into the room, and the atmosphere proceeded to sink.
No matter how you tried to brush it off, it seemed like he was troubled. It couldnât have been something you did, right? Nonetheless, you hugged him gently. Your hands were still wrapped in his hair, scraping his scalp with a tenderness he hadn't felt for a long time. You pulled him closer to you until you were both resting your chins on the otherâs shoulder. His sharp teeth were dangerously close to your skin, but you tried not to worry.
âYou donât have to do this if you donât want to, no one is forcing you, even if itâs your duty.â Your voice rang through his head, it brought forth a strange sense of comfort. âIâm doing it out of my own will.â He retorted. It smelled fishy to you, but you didnât pursue it further. Eventually, he returned your embrace. âThatâs comforting to hear.â So you replied, If you were to enjoy yourself, you had to make sure the other person wanted it too.
You took a deep breath, taking in his scent before exhaling. Your hot breath tickled his neck and before he knew it, you kissed his neck gently. The way you did it was as if you drew on his skin with your lips. One mark after another, planting them around him and corrupting him with your traces. He was taken aback, though it didnât feel bad. At most, it tickled, which is why he let you continue, while all he did was breathing softly next to your ear. Each exhale blew some air against your skin as well, cheering you on to continue your actions.
Soon, your kisses turned into sucks, leaving behind more of your presence, proof and traces of this session today. The spots you touched would turn red shortly after, and persist for the rest of the day. How greedy of you, did you wish to mark him as yours?
âChild of Adam- uh, no, of Solomon⌠you, haaah.â He called out to you, hands lingering over your back. This was the first time you saw him hesitating to do something, he wasnât sure if he had permission to crawl at your back. âNever mind.â Lucifer sighed and let you continue your little drawing session.
With time you also trailed off, going lower with your movements. All that persisted was a path from his neck to the middle of his chest. He sat up straight, only to get pushed into the mattress by you. His shirt was hanging off his shoulders as if he carefully orchestrated it this way. You hovered above him, hands releasing his hair and instead grabbing the sides of his torso. There you traced his silhouette with your hands until you were holding his astonishingly small waist.Â
It felt good, his skin was smooth and nice to the touch, also your hands fit in that place so perfectly, as if he was God's gift to you. Besides he seemed to like it as well, since he didnât protest. Instead, his face started to flush slightly, alongside a sudden change in rhythm with his heartbeat. âIâm guessing Iâm supposed to leave it all to you..?â Lucifer gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes, a slight, almost inaudible tremble underneath his voice. âThatâs right, you told me I can treat you like an object.â You reminded him, he didnât know if you meant it or not.
You started sucking on his nipples afterward, first licking the area and circling around it with the tip of your tongue, then flicking the wet muscle over his perky buds. His breasts were squishy and so pretty, you couldnât help yourself. After taking a glance at his reddened face, you began sucking on his pecs. A shiver ran down his spine at the realization, face twisted into a pleasure-ridden expression.
This wasnât a completely new feeling, since he did have experience with intimacy, though he was never the bottom. Or, rather, no one ever dared to top and grope him like this. You were truly beyond what a normal mortal was, having the resolve to touch him however you want without shivering in fear. At this rate, he might become quite fond of you.
âDo you enjoy touching me there?â He uttered, a breathy moan following close by. âI would do it if I didnât like it.â You snapped back, a part of you wondered how you suddenly got the courage to talk to him like that. Was it because heâs under you? ââŚbe gentle with me then.â The Blondie said, turning his face to the sides to avoid your watching gaze. âI canât promise it, but Iâll try.â A teasing smile showed on your face as you uttered those words, eyes squinted slightly into a suspicious smile. âYou donât look trustworthy at all.â Lucifer mocked, though you ignored him and instead rolled your eyes.
Now that things have escalated to this point, the angel was wondering how far you two would go. Was this the end or the beginning, will he regret it in the end? âHa.. uh-uhm,.â Occasionally, a sharp gasp would slip from him. Whenever you used too much force or pinched him too hard, the pain he felt would turn into pleasure and raise his libido, rendering him unable to repress his voice. Whatever this was, it must be what god wanted for him and his brothers, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have created this feeling, this bliss and ecstasy.
You tried your best to stimulate both of his nipples, rolling the cute pink bud between your teeth. Red marks have plagued his upper area too now, and the amount was much more compared to his neck. A sense of pride filled you at your own achievement, or better yet, at this work of art beneath you. âSimply divine.â You uttered while gazing up at him through an adoring gaze, something completely different from only minutes ago. Then you noticed how his eyes were half-lidded, face blushing and lips parted due to his heavy breathing. A tired look on his face as he stared at you through wet lashes, or was it a needy look?
Who in the world would be able to resist such temptation, the temptation of the most powerful being getting all submissive for you. It has gotten increasingly difficult to resist this fine man, much harder than it was with anyone else. Without wasting more precious time and chatting any further, you switched your focus to the other one. Youâve ruined one side enough already, it was swollen and red while the other still looked pretty healthy. Wasnât it time to abuse that spot too? Now using your hand to flick the previous one, while sipping on the other with your lips. Not long after he started making more sounds, resistance shredding entirely.
These noises were beautiful, absolutely stunning, they were like music to your ears. You listened closely while he whined and panted, feeling proud that you made him into the mess of a man. âHuuhH.. ha- hnng..! Wa-waitâŚâ Something was strange, why did this feel so nice? Why was his heart racing so much, when it never happened with anyone but god? Not to mention how his body burned whenever your skin made contact, it tingled and felt giddily. Was it your charm, or because of the skillful touch of your hands? So many questions were going to be left unanswered, while his desire grew with each passing moment.
Suddenly you noticed something strange on your tongue, at the same time your finger seems to have touched a foreign liquid. âNghHhhâŚâ Lucifer gasped as you pulled back, leaving his reddening nipples alone. His poor buds have been used and abused for so long, they were standing up all proud and hard. The same goes for the thing inside his pants, creating an obvious bulge between his legs. A dark spot formed where the tip of the tent was. You only stared at him, at his body, unable to comprehend the situation. What was that, you thought at first, then a bright smile crept onto your features. Was it perhaps what you thought it was?
The Blondie glanced at you a few times, before mumbling, âWhy did you stop?â He couldnât comprehend your actions, he thought everything was going alright, so why did you ruin the rhythm like this? There was no answer from your side, you remained silent. Right as he was about to ask again, you resumed your previous actions, flicking his nipples again which immediately yearned a yelp from the male. âHmm-! UgGhh..â a watery and slightly milky substance dripped from his breasts onto your fingers. Exactly as you expected.
In the meantime, he was gripping the sheets as tightly as he could, to the point that his knuckles turned white. Surprise and amazement were written all over your face, he couldnât quite fathom why you looked so excited, though before he got the chance to speak you basically answered him already, âHaha.. you are lactating, lucifer.â The words that came from your lips were foreign, it caused his heart to stand still for a second.
âExcuse me?â His pupils shrank, and he pulled such a silly and cute look of confusion as a response. Without further delay, you licked over his hardened nipples, and then another drop of milk stimulated your taste buds. âItâs delicious..!â You couldnât help but compliment him, feeling overjoyed at this new discovery. Never have you ever experienced something astonishing as this, though if you had to be completely honest, it didnât taste all that much.Â
Wait, hold up, explain- lactation? You mean him, lucifer, the good that fell from grace, was producing milk all this time? How his head spun, processing this information was too much for the inexperienced angel. Sure, he isnât naive when it comes to intimate things, but he wasnât this deep into it! Lucifer would have been longer lost in his thoughts if it werenât for your rough treatment. Despite his inner turmoil you kept sucking and nibbling at him with a newfound fever, swallowing anything his body gave to you.
âAhhâŚâ the Blondie moaned, then proceeded to whine desperately, âDonât be.. too rough..â it didnât hurt, but it made him feel like he was on the brink of losing his sanity. All because of the weird pleasures and bliss he got out of this, he was reaching highs he never knew before. And you didnât even touch him on his private parts, so why was he so sensitive?
âIs this how angel milk is made?â You asked him jokingly while rubbing his nipple in between your teeth, still playing with that poor body part of his. âNgGhhm..! Donât ask- haaaa⌠stupid things..â God, his voice was so adorable it fuelled your want to ruin and bully him. All you wanted to do was to play with him until he didnât have anything to offer anymore, until you sucked him dry. Just the thought of it was making you happy.
Pair that with the neutral but slightly sweet taste of his milk, you felt like you were in heaven. âI wish I had some tea to pair with your milk.â The bitterness of the tea would be compensated for with the sweet aftertaste of his milk. It would have been such a fine combination. His blush intensified at your comment, how do you always manage to come up with such unique ideas?
âShall I request Buer or someone else to bring a cup?â This was only a teasing question, to provoke him. Yet to your surprise, he started crying and holding onto your sleeves. âNo-.. donât.â Tears akin to diamonds rolled down his cheeks, sparkling the entire time. Your heart jumped at his reaction. Like a deer caught in headlights, you couldnât help but stare at him with a blank expression. Tears? Cries? You made the strongest being after god cry? What a satisfying feeling that was, you were captured by his beautiful, tears-ridden face.
Lucifer frowned and bit his bottom lip, embarrassed at his vulnerable state. Before he could wipe his tears with his sleeves, you kissed them away. Even you yourself didnât know exactly why you did it. After all, this wasnât because you couldnât stand his crying face, because he looked beautiful while shedding those water droplets. Guess you just wanted a taste, to see if it was as delicious as his.. other fluids? You wanted to caress his face in that moment, to hold him and whisper all the dirty things you were going to do to him into his ear. This was similar to your experience on Christmas with his brothers, only ten times better.
How strange, he felt a certain kind of Deja vu at your tender touch. For one second, he could see the adoring caresses from his little brothers on him, hugging or holding his hand. Then he got reminded of when he first opened his eyes, when the love of god belonged only to him. âI want to taste all of you.â You whispered, pulling him out of his daydream again. On the other hand, you were almost shocked at how perverted your own words were. His sobbing quieted down slightly, and he looked away hesitantly. Lips trembled a little as a genuine, sad tear rolled down his chin.
âIâm sorry, that was too mean of me to say, to bring your subordinate into this as well.â You thought that was the reason why he was crying, so you quickly apologized. The blondie thought about your apology while you ate up his tears like it was a five-course meal, he clenched his eyes shut due to how close you were. âIâm alright.â He responded though the sobbing wouldnât stop. Why? â..I hope that is the truth.â You eventually admitted, then caressed his face once again. If anything, you didnât wish to hurt him.
After you resumed your earlier demonstrations and pinched his nipples, his sex twitched around, yearning to be freed. âAh, it hurts.â Lucifer groaned loudly, his sharp teeth injured his own lips. âIs that all you feel?â You teased him. Tsk, asking something so obvious, you were playing games with him again, werenât you?
âBe honest with me, Luci.â The sound of that nickname was weird, it brought forth unfamiliar sensations he had never experienced before. The angel still refused to elaborate further, since it was shameful for him. It would sound so weird if he admitted he liked the pain, he didnât want to make a fool of himself. That stupid pride of hisâŚ
All that silence was getting too annoying, you wanted his opinion. In the end, you nibbled on his buds again, stopping only to say, âI can see that you are enjoying yourself, the wet spot on your pants is growing.â A yelp slipped from him, finally a shocked expression was spread across his features. âUgh.. why now?!â He seemed to condemn his own body, feeling ashamed at this vulgar sight of his. âLook, everything down here is so sticky.â You said while your hand crept lower, to grobe him through his pants. âMhhHm, isâ is that so?â Huh, was he trying to play the naive card now?
You held your now defiled hand right in front of his face as if to prove a point. âExactly! Look right here.â A perverse-looking liquid stuck to your fingers and palm, it made a squelching sound whenever you clenched your hand. âAh.. ah.â He whined, to think that he produced this filthy thing..! He turned his head to the side, to avoid looking at it. Poor Birdy hasnât been this ashamed for centuries.
When you noticed his embarrassment, you grinned again, then brought your hand to his chest. Then you smeared all of it onto his chest, causing everything to get all wet and sticky. âHnHhn..!? Did you just-..?â Lucifer turned around as soon as he felt his own precum touching his otherwise pure and divine skin.
If that wasnât enough already, you had to go back to playing with his already exhausted nipples. On top of that, you were cleaning up the mess you made on his chest, swallowing his slightly bitter precum along with his milk. âItâs a pretty good substitute for tea, heh.â You commented, then stuck your tongue out for him to see the two fluids mixed together, along with your spit as well.
His mouth hung agape, half due to shock, half because he couldnât restrain his groans. You took that opportunity to kiss him and stick your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around to make him taste himself. âMhmhGnnH..!! NHhH- uhHhnnn..âĄâĽď¸~!â All he could do was moan into your mouth or choke out broken whimpers as more tears decorated the scene. Your hands didnât stay useless and kept fiddling with his chest. This was too much stimulation for the poor angel, he literally saw stars as the mix of bitter and sweet danced across his tastebuds. The way you kissed him was rough yet pleasant, bringing forth an ecstasy completely new to him.
When you shoved your wet muscle down his throat, causing him to gag, a huge wave of pleasure coursed through his body. He shivered so much, shaking to the point you were almost worried. At the same time, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as all of his moans got muffled by you. The only sounds slipping through were meek whimpers, barely audible to the human ears.
After you were done and you pulled back, granting him the privilege to breathe again, he looked like a total mess. Drool was hanging out of his lips, as well as something milkier in color. Strings of saliva were connecting his swollen lips with yours. A dazed look in his eyes, as if he didnât bear a single thought behind those melting pupils. His face was covered in a layer of sweat and tears, his already messy locks stuck to his body like gum. You called out his name, saying it in a sweet and innocent tone. He didnât answer you, only staring into the space like a used doll. Was he perhaps in sub-space? How adorable.
Your gaze coincidentally landed on his crotch, noticing how some of the white fluids were seeping through his trousers. Ah, so thatâs what happened. This little angel here came untouched huh? Amazing, simply stunning. That sadistic smirk of yours returned as you yanked off his pants, holding back your laughter at the mess he made. You just had to taunt him for that, snarking at him, âAww, did the big Lucifer cum from some touching and kissing? How humiliating, donât you agree?â No answers, just a quiet whine did escape his throat. Good, he can still hear you.
âSuch a mess you made, tsk tsk tsk.â You clicked your tongue, sarcastically shaking your head. After that you whispered sickly sweet, âBut itâs alright, you will clean it up afterwards anyway, isnât that so, Luci?â
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Nini!rant 2.0:
Men can lactate too, right. Thatâs something weâve known for a long time. But only about 1/8 of men have the necessary requirements to produce milk. Because producing milk has something to do with the hormone levels, and itâs unusual for men to have enough to actually produce milk. Even then, itâd be a more watery consistence compared to the milk of a woman.
Anyway, to get a man to lactate isnât as easy as it is in fiction. Youâll have to basically suck on the nipple, with a vacuum or mouth, for weeks (depends on the individual) for it to start producing small amounts of milk. Or in other words, constant nipple stimulation.
Another way is to take medicine promoting the needed hormones, or to starve oneself -> during World War II there has been records of prisoners lactating after starving and finally being fed. Many speculate itâs because of the dropping hormone levels due to starvation and the sudden rising once they receive food again. Thatâs why their bodies produced milk. (Pls donât ask)
There are also cases where all this doesnât apply and a guy lactates for no reason⌠then itâd be in your best interest to check it out with a doctor. It could be breast cancer after all, and this doesnât only apply to guys, if anyone just suddenly leaks milk for no reason it could be signs of cancer.
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Warfare
You see, Marvelâs mentioned the Wisdom of Solomon before. The JL never really thought much about it. As a result, the JL just thinks Marvel has all these⌠interesting ideas but just never says anything about them. Though, there are a couple times the ideas are actually voiced. (They donât know Billy is just parroting whatever Solomon or occasionally another God with tell him)
Like the time Batman and Marvel got stranded on a planet that was stuck in the middle of war. They were promised
Rebel Leader: âDo either of you have any ideas to bring to the table?â
Batman: âNo. Marvel?â
Marvel: âHuh? Oh uh⌠well I could magic a plague into the water near them. You said theyâre using it for their water source, right? Then, when theyâre weak, we can go around and take them out.â *sounds hesitant*
Batman: âHmm⌠That could be a good idea, but what sort of plague are we talking about?â
Marvel: âCholera.â
Batman: âWhat.â
Marvel: âCholera.â
Batman: âMarvel, thatâs fatal.â
Marvel: âOh.â
Batman: âYeah.â
*silence*
Marvel: âWell, if weâre quick, it we can get to them before they die.â
Batman: *stares for a bit, holding back a sigh* âWe donât even know if Cholera will affect their biology the same way it does humans.â
Rebel Leader: âWhat is this Cholera?â
Batman: âItâs a deadly waterborne disease.â
Rebel Leader: âI see⌠And youâre unsure whether it will work with our physiology⌠might I propose a different disease?â
So yes, biological warfare, thatâs our first thing. Batman proceeded to spend a lot of time convincing the Rebel Leader not to nearly kill an entire group of people with their version of Cholera.
Then there was the time Bruce and Marvel were working together and got held up in a shootout at a lab.
Marvel: *looking at the various chemicals in the lab* âGosh, I remember my first exposure to chlorine gas.â *getting nostalgic* (Heâs from the 1940s in this one, guys)
Batman: âYouâve been exposed to chlorine gas?â
Marvel: âYeah, and let me tell you, those dang Nazis were horrified when it didnât work on me. Donât worry though, weâre gonna be making mustard gas instead.â
Batman: âCaptain, we are not doing that.â
Marvel: âWhy? We have all the available ingredients.â
Batman: âMarvel.â *puts a hand on his shoulder* âMustard gas can be fatal.â
Marvel: âOh.â
Batman: âYeah.â
*silence*
Marvel: âMy bad.â
*more silence*
Batman: âIs this why you always let others plan?â
Marvel: âAre you gonna look at me weird if I say yes?â
Batman: âHn.â (Translation: Yes, but it wonât be visible through my cowl)
This incident checks chemical warfare off the list. Bruce is now concerned as to why most of Marvelâs ideas are either nearly fatal or just fatal.
Then there was the time Marvel went undercover with Bruce Wayne, not Batman for whatever reason. They then got attacked by pirates while on a ship trying to gather information about some supervillain.
Bruce and Marvel: *taken cover under a table while the pirates fire cannon balls at them*
Bruce: âAny ideas?â *peaks over the cover only for a cannonball to whiz right past his head*
Marvel: âI think I have one. So hereâs what Iâm thinking. I take out their mast, steal all their oars, and then push them out to sea and let them drift wherever.
Bruce: âThatâs⌠Intense. Wouldnât they starve if you just let them drift?â
Marvel: âI guess. If theyâre not saved, I mean.â
Bruce: *stares with the most deadpan face* âHow about I come up with a plan instead?â
Marvel: âYou got it boss.â
And last but not least, the physical warfare.
By the way, Billy doesnât know Bruce is the Bat. No, no, no, he just thinks the guy is someone Batman wants him to work with. He was a little surprised to see the dude act all brooding like Mr. Batman when he had heard from others that he was a party boy. Oh well, not his business. Meanwhile, Bruce doesnât know Marvel thinks heâs just interacting with a capable civilian.
That last part was inspired by @helps-the-writing-brain-goâs reblog of this post. Thanks for letting me write with your idea :)
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After Hours || Theodore Nott
Theodore Nott x fem!reader || 2.3k words
Warnings: Unprotected & clothed sex, p-in-v, Theo speaking some Italian (hope the translations are accurate..) yeah, i'm a sucker for that.
Summary: Exams are two weeks time from now. You've made a deliberate effort to steer clear of your boyfriend, Theo. One unfortunate night, he ends up dragging you into an empty classroom and teaches you a lesson worth remembering.
Author's notes: Hellooo, requests are open ! It's a blast writing ab Theo !! I've only gotten back into writing recently after not writing fics for a good while. sorry if i'm slow at churning out fics. I'm busy!
It was roughly two weeks before examinations, and professors have even stopped giving out homework as to focus studentsâ time on reviewing for their respective subjects. Youâve been studying your ass off in the library day and night, sometimes offering your friends to join in as well. Though, they quickly get bored as they soon offer to do much more interesting things than studying such as having a go at wizard chess, or exploding snap.
It took a lot of self control not to join them, and it took even more not to just put down your book and see Theo. You had been purposely avoiding him because he would always end up distracting you, one way or another. You always catch him stealing a glance at you, and you would almost squirm at the way he looked at you; severely in discomfort as the tension between you two only continued to rise due to the lack of interaction.
It felt suffocating to say the least, so you even began trying not to even breathe in his direction. Needless to say, the bastard still had his ways. He would sometimes sneak up behind you in the library, as you pore over the shelves, inviting himself in as he grabbed your waist and buried his face in your neck. Another is when he would attempt to ensnare you right after your classes.Â
In the end, you always found yourself ending up hiding away in your common room. You would get past him just by the skin of your teeth each time, as he used his cunning words and a dangerous tone that was like poisoned honey.
You thought, or, more like hoped it would be a quiet night tonight, staying up past curfew hours at the library and praying none of the professors nor prefects would catch you. Though perhaps you were too engrossed in Advanced Potion Making to notice the echo of footsteps that slowly grew louder as it drew nearer to you. Your ears simply blanked it out as mere white noise.
It had not even registered yet in your head until you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, as someone sat beside you. You didnât need to look to know who it was, as you could see him faintly through your peripherals. âYouâve been so distant lately, amore,â he says, his tone unhappy and laced with a hint of something else you couldnât quite make out underneath it.Â
âSorry, Theo, I-Iâm only trying to focus on the exams at the moment. I mean, not in a bad way but, if I spend time with you, Iâll only end up distracted,â you say, trying to clarify yourself to him. Maybe it wouldâve been a good idea to tell him sooner. He sighs, âI guess Iâll just have toââ he gets cut off as you both stiffen at the sound of someone approaching.
He hastily places a firm hand over your mouth, silencing your protests, and shoves your book, notes, and quill into your arms. Before you could object, he then relocates you two into an empty classroom, hastily and skillfully sneaking around the halls to get there. It looked unkempt, and it seemed as if it were not used regularly either. He finally released you from his grasp as you gasped for air. âTheo! What the heââ you say, as he quickly covers your mouth again. âShh, youâre gonna get us caught, principessa.â He says in a low voice, in a near-whisper before he lets go again. âAhem,â you clear up your throat before you speak, âI-I believe I should get going, Theo.â He furrows his brows at that, frowning slightly. You head towards the classroomâs door, before he grabs you by the waist from behind and pulls you in.
âWho said you were leaving, hm? Are you trying to avoid me again?â He says, as he moved the both of you to sit on one of the chairs. You remain in his arms, unable to get out despite your attempts to wiggle out and you end up on his lap. âTheo.â You say firmly, trying to assert yourself to let him know you really are serious about studying. âMm, fine, since youâre so stubborn. Tell you what, how about I study with you?â He says suggestively, his voice making you feel things you were not supposed to. Not right now at least.
âReally?â You say skeptically, raising an eyebrow. You place your stuff down, with a dull thud as it is placed on the table. Sounding slightly annoyed, he says, âWhat's with the attitude, hm? Are you doubting me?â âF-fine, then,â you hesitantly agree, knowing heâs got you exactly where he wants to be. Alone with him.
âBrava ragazza,â he says, as he rests his head on your shoulder whilst flipping open your book. You can not help but faintly squeeze your thighs together, you didnât know most of the time what he was saying when he spoke to you in Italian, but you found it incredibly hot when he did. Your actions do not go unnoticed by him, though he was not going to do anything yet. You pick up your quill, your eyebrows knitting together as you attempt to focus on taking your notes.Â
âTell you what, Iâll ask you a few questions to help you. If you get it right, I wonât do anything. If you don'tâŚâ He says, his voice trailing off as he does not continue what he was going to say, though the timbre in his voice gave enough implication. You gulp and nod, your throat bobbing as you swallow. You knew you did not really have much of a say, Theoâs done a good job of cornering you. Not to mention the fact he knew you were slightly struggling with potions, too.
âRight then, amore, can you tell me how Golpalottâs Third Law influences the effectiveness and stability of potions?â He asked amusedly, his foot tapping the floor rhythmically. âUhm,â you say, muttering in an attempt to answer, âUh, well, itâs... um, when you have a potion with, uh, lots of different poisons, right? So, um, the antidote... it's not just, um, the sum of... wait, no, it's more than that! Yeah, umâŚâ You begin feeling your mouth go dry as the tension in the room fills the air. You feel your heart thump loudly against your ribcage.
âItâs when you have multiple poisons mixed together in a potion, the antidote needs to be more potent or comprehensive to counteract their combined effects.â He says, cockily smirking as he corrects you. Your breath hitches as he takes off your robes and his, tossing it aside as he hikes up your skirt and gropes you. âTheo!â You gasp at his actions. He buries his face on the crook of your neck, as he breathed in your scent before he began kissing it.
âCazzo,â he mumbles before he spat out another question, âWhat are the common ingredients and methods used to counteract the effects of different poisons?â You feel the tent in his pants growing, his cock pressing against your clothed cunt. âIââ You manage to get out before biting your lip, stifling a moan. You had reviewed this, but lust simply clouded your mind for you to formulate a cohesive answer.
âUm, er.. D-dittany, for uhm, venom,â you say, as Theo continued teasing you, grinding his hips upwards so that you could feel his dick. You moan at the friction on your pussy, feeling your panties get wet. âI..â You slur, unable to say anything further. âCockdrunk already, cara mia?â He lets out a guttural laugh, bending you over the table and grabbing your hips roughly as he continues grinding his cock on your pussy.Â
âDonât forget, Bezoar, for exampleââ he grunts, ââis a stone found in the stomach of certain magical creatures like goats. It's known for its ability to neutralise many poisons when ingested. Then there's the Antidote to Common PoisonsâŚâ He corrects you, adding more strings of information you probably needed. Though, it was not as if you were paying attention, as you were moving your hips hungrily back onto his dick, only being separated by thin fabric.Â
âMerda, might as well just fuck you if you keep getting my questions wrong, principessa.â He says, his voice dangerously low as you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling and the distinct sound of his fly unzipping. You look over your shoulder, watching him intently as he pulls down his dark grey boxers and frees his cock. âTheo, please,â you whine, as he smacks your ass and pushes your panties aside. âI thought you were too busy studying? Maybe I should just leave you to that,â he teases you, tapping his dick on your cunt and rubbing it in between your folds.
âNo, please,â you plead, and desperately you pressed yourself onto his cock. âBeg, cara mia,â he husked condescendingly, enjoying humiliating you as he continued teasing your wet pussy. âPlease, mmhnââ you moan, âIâm sorry, Theo. I-I need it, please, need your cock,â you whimper, flushed from embarrassment as he finally slipped the tip inside you. He pressed inside, at a gruellingly slow pace.Â
âCazzo, una puttana cosĂŹ sporca, arenât you huh?â You could not place your finger on a single word he said in Italian, but your pussy definitely could. He groaned loudly as he grew impatient, shoving the rest of his dick into you. His groin pressed flush against your ass. You moaned loudly at that, and with a swift motion, he reached out and clamped his hand over your mouth. âShh, cara mia,â he whispers sultrily in your ear as he quickly silences you, unwilling for the both of you to get caught.
You let out a few muffled sounds against his hand as he began thrusting into you, slowly drawing out his cock as he slammed it back into you with such force that the table beneath you shook. âSuch a slut arenât you? Merda,â He rasped as he uncovers your mouth, âyes!â you say, as heâs eliciting vulgar moans from you each time he fucked his dick back in.
He slithered his hand down onto your pussy, rubbing your clit. He leans in, grunting, as he kisses your nape. He sucks on your neck, trailing down to your back, leaving red marks as he sealed each one afterwards with a kiss. âTi senti cosĂŹ maledettamente bene, amore,â he groaned, only setting his pace rougher as he hit a particularly deep spot inside you, hitting your cervix.Â
âOh fuck, Theo,â you whine, as you tried to remain as quiet as you could. Your hands firmly grip onto the edges of the table, your nails digging into it, as he fucks you into oblivion. Tears brim at your eyes, as close them shut. Some teardrops cling onto your pretty lashes, and some flow down your cheek, falling down, staining the pages of your book. He loved watching you cry in pleasure, observing your expressions as he drove himself into you.
He loomed over you, using a hand to cup your jaw to force your head to look up at his face. âOpen your mouth, cara mia.â He said, an authoritative tone that rolled off his tongue like butter. You oblige, parting your lips, your tongue lolling out as you do. He spits in your mouth, the hand holding your chin clamping your jaw shut afterwards . âSwallow.â
You do as he says, swallowing his spit as he lets go of your jaw and your head hangs down soon after. With that, he fucks you rougher, his pace frantic. You become nothing short of a moaning mess, he returns his hand to your clit and strokes it rhythmically in time with his thrusts. You let out small whimpers and whines as you feel hazy and drunk on his cock.Â
Theo, in an intoxicated trance, mutters a string of curses and praises in Italian. You cry out his name in ecstasy with every jab at your sweet spot as he ploughs into you. You feel a familiar warmth pooling at your stomach, only feeling more pleasurable by the second. âTheo, mâgonna cum, T-Theo,â you babble almost incoherently. He leans in briefly, and in a gravelly tone, âCum on my cock, cara mia.â He says, letting his breath trickle down your neck.
Spasming around him, you dissolve into pleasure as you see stars. You selfishly clench around his dick, as if you wanted to milk him dry. Cumming all over his cock, you quite literally bury your face into your book, in an attempt to muffle the loud moan you let out as you do.Â
His thrusts grow languid and sloppy, hips stuttering unrhythmically as his climax nears. âWant me to cum inside you, principessa?â He husked, now digging his fingers into your hips as he chased his high. âYes, yes, mhnââ you chant, unable to think straight. âTheo, please,â you pleaded.Â
With one final thrust, he groans loudly and buries himself fully inside you and stuffs your pussy with his cum. You felt his cock pulsing inside you, both of you panting as he rode out his orgasm. âFuck, atta girl,â he says breathily, praising you as he pulls out of your cunt. He watches as you softly moan as you feel white globs of cum trickle out of your folds, dripping down your thighs.
He hastily tucks his cock back into his pants, pulling your skirt back in place as he walks (more like carries) you back to your common room that night before he headed back to his. Well, it was safe to say you definitely got nothing done that night, though he makes it up to you the following afternoon by actually helping you study with potions.
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Wet Dreams - Matt Sturniolo
"Now i'm in your wet dreams. You said don't know what it means. Now all you wanna do is sleep. Let me show you what it means"
WARNINGS: innocent!reader x Matt, smut, slight fluff, cussing
A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye
requested?: nope
word count: 1,128
Pink: Y/n
purple: Matt
You and Matt have been best friends for what feels like forever. He's been there for you during your lowest and highest moments. Nothing can come between you two; he would never let it happen. You tell each other everythingâyou know all his secrets, and he knows all of yours.
Except for one.
"You wake up in a sweat. You wake up, and you're wet, mmm"
Your eyes shoot open as you wake up in your bed. Your body burning up, and your palms are sweaty. Your heart races as you quickly look beside you. You sigh in relief; it was just a dream.
You slowly sit up and feel a warm, sticky sensation between your legs. Your cheeks are bright red as you replay the events of your lustful dream with Matt. Out of everyone, your erotic dream had to be about you and your best friend.
Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your trance.
You glance at your phone, your heart still racing, and you see Mattâs name flash on the screen. A mix of excitement and embarrassment swells in your chest. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he somehow sensed your dream. Taking a deep breath, you swipe to answer.
âMorning!â His voice happy and calm
âG'morning MattâŚâ you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. âWhatâs up?â
âI was wondering if you still want to grab lunch today?â
Your mind races. Spending time with him feels terrifying after that dream. âSure, sounds good,â you say, attempting to sound nonchalant.
âGreat! I'll pick you up soon.â
âOkay, see you soon, Matt.â You hang up and feel a flutter in your stomach. You know you must shake off the dream, but it lingers like a vivid secret between you.
"I've got you wrapped around my hands, and, fine, you got me too The world knows all your secrets, only I know the whole truth"
You sit in Matt's passenger seat as the playlist you two share blares through the speaker. You cant seem to take your mind off the lewd dream of yours. I mean, it's not like you hated the idea. But loosing matt to an intimate moment was never something you wanted to happen. So you bottled up your feelings and stored them away.
âYou good there, Y/n?" The way he says your name, you can't help but think of the way he was moaning it in your dream. You force yourself to snap back into reality. "What do you mean?" He turns to look at you, "You look like a dear in headlights over there, tell me whats wrong".
You chuckle nervously, trying to brush off his concern. âIâm fine! Just a little tired, I guess.â
Matt raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. âYou sure? You know you can tell me anything.â
His sincerity pulls at your heartstrings, making you even more aware of the line youâre trying to walk. You shift in your seat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. âYeah, really. Just had a weird dream.â
âA weird dream, huh?â He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. âCare to share?â
Your face is burning up again. He's stoped at a red light, looking at you, waiting for an answer.
"Of you and i" You say hesitantly avoiding his eyes. "Yeah? And what were we doing?" he says taking your hand an caressing it slightly.
You feel the same wetness you woke up with as your stomach starts to flip. "I-i don't know" you say. He takes your chin and turns your head to face him. "You had your head, b-between my thighs."
He smirks, "You been havin' wet dreams of me, doll?" he says taking a strand of your hair behind you ear. By instinct, you squeeze your thighs together.
"Lemme show you what it means"
You don't even know how things got here. All you know is that Matt has pulled over in some field, and you're in the backseat of his car with your legs over his shoulders. Just like your dream
"You sure you want this baby?" You shyly nod. "Matt, I just, I've never done this before." "I know, baby, I know. I'll go real slow, okay?" again as he presses his lips against yours. "Tell me when you want me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel his lips on yours again.
"Fuck, i've needed this for so long Y/n, you're so beautiful". His lips move down your neck as he sucks it, leaving his mark on you. You let out a moan and tug on his hair.
He lifts up your skirt and pulls off your panties. The exposure causes you to whimper and close your legs. He simply spreads them back open and just admires you.
He lowers down kissing your inner thighs before licking up the middle of your slick folds.
You immediately arch your back and accidentally squish his head between your thighs. "Matt," You whine. He smiles "You're okay, sweetheart, I've got you".
His mouth on your pussy feels like pure bliss. He kitty licks your clit and then sucks it, causing you to arch again. You gasp, "Gosh Matt-oh my- oh my gosh.' You moan uncontrollably. Your hand flies down to grab a fist full of his shaggy brown hair in an attempt to push him away.
You feel a knot in your stomach. "Matt!" you yell, trying to get his attention. He looks up to see your other hand on your lower stomach.
"You gonna cum? Come for me, princess," he says, using his fingers to rub circles on your clit. "How?" You say, whining. "Just let go," he says before he goes back to sucking on your clit.
Your moaning is mixed with Matt's; the sound fills the car. Your eyes roll back as you feel it. You cum, squirting it all over Matt. He wastes no time and licks it all up, looking back up at you with a proud smirk.
Your legs are shaking and your back is arched off the seat. You open your eyes to see Matt's staring right back at you, admiring his work.
"Fuck Matt" you say, feeling your heart. "So good you swore huh?" you smile. "i love you" If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now. "I love you too Matt" You say shocked. "Let's get you home so i can clean you up"
"Well, tell me more, nothing less"
The two of you decided to spend the rest of the night snuggled in your bed, watching a movie. "Matt?" You look up at him. "yes, pretty?" You smile. "Thank you." He smirks and rolls his eyes.
"Just let me know when you have a 'weird dream' again"
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Kara has always dreaded the day sheâd meet her soulmate.Â
Thereâs relief in knowing she has one, of course. The person meant for her didnât die with Krypton. Thatâs something! Even still, itâs hard to feel excited for the moment they meet, because thatâs the moment Kara will hurt them. Sheâs had their exclamation of pain inked into her skin for as long as sheâs been on Earth. In some ways itâs better. Most people have phrases like âgood morningâ or âhold the door pleaseâ as their soulmateâs first words. They have to endure hundreds of almosts, breath held just in case that stranger really is the one. Kara wonât have to do that. Her words are far too distinct.
It's agony, thinking about how their meeting will go. She spends years imagining every possible scenario, each one more painful than the last, yet the day it happens she barely even registers it. The words wash right over her, drowned out by the loud crack as her hand makes sudden contact with a stranger's face. The telltale crunch of contact shocks her. She hadn't registered anyone was there during her dramatic retelling, otherwise she would have kept her gestures small. She wouldn't have flung her hand out with such force.
The woman she's hit is hunched over, clutching at her face. She gasped loud and sharp when it hit, and now she's just wheezily breathing in shock. Kara can see blood starting to drip down her wrist.
âDid you," the woman gasps, and her voice sounds wet. "Did you just break my nose?â Kara wants to die.
âIâm so sorry! Are you okay? I am so sorry!â
People are looking at them and the woman keeps cursing under her breath and Kara really, really doesnât know what to do. Her hands hover uselessly over the hunched figure, desperate to soothe but scared to touch in a moment like this. âI didnât mean to â I was telling a story and I got too excited with my hands I guess, I didnât see you there. Are you- can I-â
She looks to Alex for guidance, but sheâs just staring at the interaction with a wide-eyed wonder. Typically her sister knows what to do in a scary situation, but now sheâs looking just as clueless. Theyâre both barely awake at this point â itâs six in the morning and theyâve been at this airport terminal since midnight, miserably watching their red eye flight push into a mid-day departure. Theyâre both half-delirious, which is fun when youâre goofing off but less so when youâve just broken a strangerâs nose.Â
And then it hits her. The words sheâs carried on her arm for so many years are tingling, she realizes, and theyâve been tingling from the second her skin met the girlâs.Â
Did you did you just break my nose?
âOh wow,â Kara says, dumbfounded. âItâs you.â The woman falls silent. She must be realizing too Kara thinks as she fumbles with her sleeve, pushing it up enough to show her inked arm. The woman's eyes drop to the tattoo that's brought such shame to Kara for so long. She feels her eyes like a touch. âI â Iâm so happy to meet you! Iâm so sorry it happened like this.â She laughs and it sounds strained. Her hands are shaking. The woman doesn't look up from her arm.
Even hunched over in pain, it's clear the woman is beautiful. Important, even, considering how she's dressed. She's dressed like she's en route to lead a business conference, her tight black skirt and matching blazer scream business professional. Though the effects are tampered a bit by the splattering of blood thatâs dripped down her white blouse. Kara wonders how old she is to be dressed like that. She must be older to look like that. At nearly nineteen, Kara has never had anything more than a graduation to dress nicely for, and even then she wore her stained dress pants. This woman - her soulmate - must be much older than her, which feels strange to think. She looks Kara's age, maybe even younger. If not for how clearly tailored to her body her clothes are, she'd almost look like she was playing dress up.
Kara feels self-conscious then, sharply aware of how she must look to her soulmate. As smart as it felt to come to the airport in pajamas for her all-night flight, standing in rubber duck pajama pants while trying to have a conversation with her goddess of a soulmate did little for Kara's confidence.
When Karaâs eyes finally track back up to her face, she finds sharp green ones staring back. They're the prettiest eyes she's ever seen, and they don't seem interested in looking away. That's fine with her - she's more than content to stare right back.
It's only the soft plop of blood hitting tile that draws her attention back to her crime, and she can see the way the woman's hands have become covered in blood. "Oh gosh, here - let meâŚâ  Kara fumbles in her backpack for a moment with no clear plan. All she knows is she has to do something to fix this. She fumbles about before pulling out a clean t-shirt. âHere. For the-â She holds it out to the girl and gestures at her own face. Slowly, like sheâs scared Kara might grab her or something, the woman takes the offered shirt. She wipes the blood from her face and hands, dabbing beneath her nose. The bleeding seems to have stopped, at least, and the shirt helps contain what's escaped. Watching a stranger wipe blood on her high school band t-shirt shouldnât thrill Kara as much as it does, and yet.
Kara laughs again, the sound nervous and high-pitched, before taking a step towards her. Her soulmateâs eyes go wide, tracking her movements, and Kara's heart clenches when she steps away. The rapid race of her soulmate's heart beats into Kara's ear - she can literally hear her fear. She holds her hands up in surrender, stepping back to where sheâd been before. The last thing she wants is for her to be afraid. âDoes it hurt?â she asks, and her soulmate shakes her head no. âThatâs good. Thatâs good. I- uh." She has nothing more to say, and her soulmate's certainly not contributing. Karaâs palms are sweating. She hasnât sweat since she was thirteen, but one look from this person has her rubbing her hands on her pajama pants like a middle schooler at a dance.
The woman finishes wiping up and lets her arms fall, blessing Kara with her first real look at her face. Bloodied and skittish, sheâs beautiful in a way Kara can hardly comprehend, in a way she could never imagine. Kara's pretty sure she's blushing now for some reason, and she has to flex her toes to be sure sheâs still touching the ground. âMy nameâs Kara,â she says, and then gestures over her shoulder. âThatâs my sister Alex. Weâre flying home for winter break. Midvale - Midvale is home for us. Where- where are you flying to?â
The woman stares and stares, and Kara's starting to panic thinking she'd given her soulmate a head injury that's muted her somehow, when at last the woman speaks just barely above a whisper.
âHome,â she says. It feels like her heart might burst just from hearing that one stilted word. Kara wants to hear a thousand more, wants to hear nothing else for the rest of her life.
âThatâs awesome. W-whereâs home for you?â The woman's lip trembles as she opens her mouth, closes it, and then opens it again.
 âIâm sorry,â she says, and then throws the t-shirt at Karaâs face.Â
Kara fumbles catching it, distracted by the shock and gross factor of having a blood-soaked shirt hurled at her face, and it takes her far too many precious seconds to realize her soulmate is gone. Bewildered, Kara looks around before just catching sight of her vanishing around the corner, high heels and racing heart clattering away. She looks at Alex. Alex waves at her, frantic. âGo!â Alex yells, and Kara takes off.
Pretending to be a human has never been harder than it is while chasing after her soulmate. Normal human pace - especially what's acceptable at an airport - is not fast enough for this, not when the woman has already gotten so far ahead. Kara must look ridiculous, bursting into sprints only to trip suddenly into a walk over and over again, her ears locked on to the thudding heartbeat and faint whispers of her soulmate mumbling, âcrap crap crap crap,â ahead.
Karaâs thankful theyâre in an airport, at least. Her soulmate canât just run outside, and Kara is fine embracing the romcom trope of following her love onto the plane. Her soulmate stops moving ahead and Kara speeds up, nearly wiping out twice tripping over luggage and small children. Her heart is in her throat as she clears the corner her soulmate is behind and pushes her way into the door she's passed through. All the wind knocks out of her lungs then when she sees her again. The woman looks up at her in shock, as if she didn't think Kara would chase her. As if Kara would just let her go. With a visible gulp, her soulmate flees around a corner and disappears out of sight. Kara manages a single step forward before a body blocks her way, and she looks up to see a massive security guard staring down at her.
âMembership card, please.â
Kara tries to peer around him. He steps in her way, cutting her vision off. Her soulmate led her into some private place you can't just walk into, she realizes, glancing around at the sleek appearance and exclusive atmosphere. âI- uh, left my card in my other bag,â she says, gesturing back over her shoulder. She can hear her soulmateâs breathing and it's all she can focus on. Sheâs right there. Just out of sight. Kara is so close. âIâm afraid you need your card to enter the fly lounge,â he says sternly. He starts pushing gently at her, trying to nudge her back out of the sliding glass door sheâs come in. Kara almost forgets to let him move her. âI- Iâm sorry, someone I need to talk to just went in there and I-â She stops in the doorway, hand firm on the wall. She can hear the way the guard huffs against her solid pressure. Sheâs not acting very human right now and she knows it.
âIâm gonna have to ask you to leave, maâam," he says, pushing more forcefully against her. Forceful enough that she knows she has to move even as all her instincts war against it. âCan- can I buy a membership? Like a day pass or something?â
The guard looks over at the front desk, making eye contact with a woman who looks like she would rather watch Kara be flayed alive than allowed another step inside.
âA day membership is $189 plus tax,â she whines out in a nasally voice, tone making clear she already knows Kara wonât be affording that. Which is accurate. Kara barely has enough to buy a meal.Â
Looks like her soulmate is rich, then.
The man nudges her back again and a flash of panic echoes through her chest. For a moment, she envisions herself throwing him out the open door, tossing aside anything or anyone that tries to keep her from her future. But sheâs already scared her soulmate enough for one day, so she smiles with forced bashfulness and allows herself to be walked back out of the lounge.
The frosted glass door marked High Flyers Club Lounge shuts her out mockingly. But itâs fine! Eventually her soulmateâs flight time will be here and sheâll have no choice but to come out and face her. Kara just has to be patient. (Kara hates being patient.)
She takes a seat against the wall across from the lounge entrance. Her glasses rest low on her nose as she stares her soulmate, soaking in every inch of her as she paces in the luxurious lounge. Her heart is racing, she seems on the edge of a panic attack, and Kara wants desperately to be in there with her talking her down. But she canât, so sheâs left to watch â at least until the girl steps into the private restroom. She stops watching after that. Instead, she settles down to listen to the comforting beat of her soulmateâs heart, closer now than itâs ever been.
Her mind wanders as she waits, mentally reviewing every moment of their interaction. Considering where she failed, where she succeeded. Making lists about what to say to her next. She never got her name, for one thing, and she still doesnât know where her home is. Thereâs so much for her to learn.
Her mental meandering is so consuming that it takes her a bit to realize the heartbeat has moved farther away. At first she thinks her soulmate is just moving around the club, but no- sheâs moving away from the airport.  A quick glance through walls shows her that her soulmate isnât in the club anymore. The heartbeat is elevating, she realizes, and Kara runs to the glass wall just in time to see the plane - small, private, with an apparent access point from within the lounge â take off.Â
Horror and confusion overwhelm her, bringing tears to her eyes. This doesn't make sense. Why would she just leave without saying a word? Why would her soulmate do that? It's almost unbearable, the pain of it. She doesnât know how long she stands there, face pressed to the glass, listening as the heartbeat grows quieter and quieter before vanishing all together.
Kara learns a lot about grief after that.Â
She knew a lot already â far more than any one person should ever know â but that grief carried a different weight. The loss of her people wasn't a choice by them. They didn't want to die. The loss of her soulmate is its own beast, sharp and cruel in her heart, because this time the person she mourns chose to abandon her. Her soulmate chose to leave. She saw Kara that morning and decided that one look was enough, that Kara wasn't worth any more of her time. She left her there with nothing but a bloody t-shirt and a thousand questions. Kara never even learned her name.
She goes through the stages â she feels her anger burning out in her eyes, feels the sorrow take hold. She denies it, she bargains with everyone, anyone. She calls the Flyerâs Club, tries calling the FAA. She tracks flight logs and makes cold calls and still finds nothing at all. She writes about it on soulmate websites and Medium articles, casting a wide net so that someday when â if, her mind reminds her. if if if - her soulmate ever looks sheâll be able to find her. Â
Time dulls the sharpness, though, and the years shift that rejected feeling into a more muted anger. Kara doesn't care about the love lost. She doesn't care if the person is her other half. All she cares about is the anger. Finding her feels more like a hunt than a quest for love â sheâs got a lot to say to the other woman when they finally meet again. She just wants one more meeting, thatâs all. Just enough time to tell her exactly where she can go. Kara doesnât need a soulmate, after all. Her life is full of love and joy and adventure, and she doesnât need another person to complete her. She graduates college with a degree in English, minor in Journalism â her attempts to track down her soulmate really ignite the journalistic bug in her, and with Clarkâs constant encouragement it feels inevitable. She moves to a big city despite her small-town fears and she gets a job almost no one survives. Kara is thriving.
It almost shocks her, then, the way her heart trips over itself when she sees her again.
Theyâre watching the trial, her and Alex, and Alex is halfway through a lecture on how sheâd always known Lex Luthor was evil by the way he wore his pants â (âGood guys donât wear their pants that high, Kara, itâs common sense.â) â when Kara's nerves jolt like a lightning bolt has rushed through her. Her gasp is so sharp Alex screams almost in sympathy.Â
âWhat? What is it?â Alex yells at her, looking around for some danger lurking nearby. Kara tumbles to the floor practically crawling to the television screen. Someone new has taken the stand, someone she'd recognize anywhere.
âAlex,â she says, jamming her finger against the somewhat grainy image projected on her television. âIt's her.â âWhat!â âMy soulmate!" Kara knows it like she knows herself, even after all this time. She looks different. Six years of struggle sit clear in her hard gaze, her mouth twisted into solemn resignation. She looks almost casual on the stand, sitting comfortably despite the eyes of the world on her. Like it's just a regular conversation. Like sheâs not about to help send her brother to prison for life. âLena Luthor, sister of the defendantâ reads the helpful banner beneath her grim face. Even after everything, Kara is struck by her. She's breathtaking. Kara kind of hates her for it. âHold on, thatâs- you barely even saw her when you met! You donât know for sure.â Alex sounds desperate, which is fair. The younger sister of the man who tried to kill Superman is certainly not an ideal soulmate for someone like Kara, but it doesn't matter. It's her. âIâm sure,â she says, and feels the truth of it deep in her bones.
A giggle hits her then that's so inappropriate for the moment it makes her feel crazy, but she can't help it. As Lena Luthor begins to explain the piles of evidence sheâs gathered against her brother, Kara giggles away. She feels almost drunk on it, smug and satisfied. âFound you,â she says, almost like a taunt. She drags her finger over the screen, feeling the static of her ancient television biting back at her as she caresses Lena Luthor's face. The anger thatâs long settled inside of her seems to reignite with every charged word Lena speaks against her brother, with every glance she makes at the camera. She can feel Alexâs nervous energy behind her but she doesnât care. The politics of this, the implications - none of it matters to Kara. What matters is she has a name, and she has a general location. She's so close she can practically taste it. âSee you soon, soulmate,â Kara whispers, and for a second it feels almost like Lena is staring right back.
#Hey man here's a soulmate au that burst out of my brain and demanded to exist#this will probably end up on ao3 but I want to write another chapter at least before that#also this follows my standard formula that I love but rarely see in soulmate aus#where one (or ideally both) of them are like HEY ACTUALLY NO THANKS and try like hell to deny the deep and inevitable drag of destiny#mine#supercorp
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