#this never fails in make me feel POWERFUL

[harmonysanreads]

I NEED MORE PUPPY PHAINON, imagine that his beloved was offended by him, and he literally walks on his knees after her, asking for forgiveness, lol

Can be read as a continuation to this piece.

Phainon has become more partial to hating silence in his recent years.

It wasn't always this way though and in certain conditions, he finds himself craving a particular flavor of silence. But in the other, majority of cases, that deafening vacancy of noise reminds him of memories he’d rather forget. To placate that discomfort, he embellishes the void with sound no matter how small, or with his own voice.

Still, the ache is manageable, not voracious enough to make him dramatically restless. Where this faint modicum of control fails as well is when you, in all your cruelty, cast that curse of silence upon him as a direct consequence of anger.

In the name of the Titans, he prays you’d scream at him, hit him couple of times, destroy his house and belongings — anything, anything besides this nonverbal torture he can withstand. But he's not one to dwell in unfair complaints. Especially when your downturn gaze, pressed lips and crossed arms affirm so loudly that he's messed up.

By now, he’s exhausted almost every tactic in his arsenal to get you to acknowledge him again — apologizing, pinching his ears, making funny faces, wrestling a titankin and two whole repeats of that cycle. But you didn't let this opportunity go to waste in showcasing how good you’ve gotten in keeping a blank face in truly tumultuous situations, much to his chagrin in this instance.

It's only when you, most likely fed up with his antics, started to walk away that he scrambled to try again.

“My sun, my moon, my star, my light — please, please please please, look at me? Just once?” you're halted by a tug at your sleeve. A twinge of something softens your resolve as you realize how Phainon remembered, wrestling with his desires to not touch you until he's earned it again.

You can feel the weight of his eyes on your back, you pray that he didn't notice you waver. You steel yourself and stubbornly keep the act steadfast, conflicted before dropping the charade in favor of melting into his arms and forgetting altogether. But you can't, you’ve already promised to wring the confession on the errors of his ways this time.

You glare at the splinters in the earth, “Haven’t I told you once? If you keep calling me things that will never be yours, I might just become the same.” it takes everything to keep your voice even.

You don't need to look to picture Phainon's sure dumbfounded blinks, the churning and turning of metaphorical cogs as they turn in his head, neurons firing and synapses piecing together the implication of your cold comment.

You make the mistake of expecting only a gust of wind and are hit instead with a fully powered storm, in the form of a dull thud that you recognize as the hero’s knees hitting the ground when you're forced to spin as his arms find refuge in clinging to your thighs.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry — I am so SO sorry. I promise I won't do it again, I swear on the Flame-Chase — no, I swear on Aedes Elysiae that I will never do it again! If I do, may I face a fate worse than death itself. Just… just please, forgive me.”

There's an ache in your heart, sudden, quick and flighty. Kephale's light cradles you both, the corners of Phainon's eyes shine with something. By instinct, you try to escape the painful grasp of the hero, try to. Stumbling a few steps in what you intended would create space, resulting in Phainon getting dragged alongside your movements — sans a care in the Deliverer’s countenance.

“Phainon, I'm going to fall if you don't —” you try to bargain and fall, you do.

One ghost of a touch against the pavement is all you recall, so faint it can be disregarded completely. Your gasp gets muffled in something soft and firm, a mix of the perfume you recognize as yours and something else too convoluted to remember in the heat of the moment canopies your senses.

When the brief storm settles, a sigh slips past your lips. You don't even need to look up to know where you ended up landing.

But an insistent grasp angles your gaze against your wishes upward, you don't offer further resistance as pity grips your heart, “My dearest, beloved, my love, honeycakes with whipped cream on top, my life… won't you show me mercy?”

You calmly maintain Phainon's gaze, searching his face for any trace of dishonesty. The glossy blues of atonement prompts you to be petty one last time, “You don't care much about your life though.”

At this, Phainon completely deflates, collapsing in your arms. “Oh come on! Will you just say yes?”

At the faintest chime of the giggle you fail to quieten, he burrows further in the crook of your neck, arms coiling with a force you're no stranger to by now. Phainon shifts to adjust your position on his lap and changes tactics at the last moment, seizing your momentary lack of guard to launch an aimless attack of kisses.

You can only thank the barren side of Okhema city you two had chosen now, you do not want to think of what you’d have to do to get him off of you had this been a crowded place. The agony that came with the thirty something minutes of deprivation Phainon tolerated are much prominent, a burn lingers around your cheeks and neck. He refrains from completely leaning towards your lips though, still mindful that you haven't yet affirmed in words.

“Okay okay! You're forgiven, good heavens.” you heave, Phainon's exclamation of joy gets lodged in his throat prematurely, “But, you'll be sleeping on the couch today.”

You regret uttering that almost instantly, it's as if every particle of the hero’s life force has been drained mercilessly, appearing as though he might really cry this time.

You avert your eyes, forcing a sigh, “Ah, well, nevermind. You can sleep next to me — but I'll still be keeping a pillow barrier in the middle! Don't forget I'm still… still mad at you.”

As if on cue, Phainon springs back to life once more. Perhaps it's just your enervated eyes, but apparitions of what you can only assume to be puppy ears flick to and fro on top of his head. Caught in a trance, you reach out to ruffle those snow-white tresses and your lover melts.

You know your imposed punishment won’t last for more than ten minutes into the slumber and you’ll be coaxed with these antics again and again. But for this moment, you suppose it won't hurt to allow yourself to indulge and believe, that everything is okay.

[angelltheninth]

Could I request Neuvillette whimpering when his lover unlocks his praise kink? Man's was a soft Dom until she started softly praising his skills in bed.

I'm someone who thrives on praise too so I totally get wanting this. I would praise the hell out of Neuvillette.

Pairing: Neuvillette x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, doggie style, whimpering, praise kink, Neuvillette's powers

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A/N: Honestly though, tell me I'm doing a good job and I'm yours. For a limited amount of time it takes me register that praise. But for those few seconds I'm yours.

Loves to fuck you from behind, not because he can be rough but because he really likes kissing across your back and your shoulders, where he then bites down with his teeth

Teases your clit a lot, and really a lot, to the point where you feel like you're gonna come if he so much as touches it

But then he stops suddenly because he can't let you finish before he's ready

He hasn't deemed it right for you to finish just yet, and what he says goes

Usually he holds onto you while you're having sex, one arm wrapped around you, or even his tail sneaking around your leg

More of a fan of praising you then degrading you

His movements are never sloppy when he's he's about to come, his composure perfect, his thrusts deep, his long cock never fully leaving your quivering pussy

But as soon as you tell him good good it feels that he's taking you from behind while also managing to be such a gentle lover you feel his tail coil tighter

He tells you thank you, his voice a little more higher pitched

As soon as he bottoms out and you moan his name while telling him how you want him to creampie you so he can use his tongue to eat it out afterwards he lets out another sound, a higher pitched whimper

Doesn't want you to hear him whimpering so he distracts you by reaching between your legs and rubbing your clit between his fingers

He needs you to make more noises than he is

That plan was doomed to fail the moment you heard that first whimper from him

Realizing that the normally stoic, well-composed, stern man fucking you can actually whimper like that wasn't something you were ready to let go of

Not easily

He knows he's in trouble when you look back at him, a grin on your face, a chuckle leaving your lips before you praise his talented fingers, praise the way he's constantly keeping your clit stimulated by quickly rubbing his index finger over it with its whole length

Or how he's making your cunt absolutely drool all over his cock, slick sticking to your thighs and his balls every time he pulls out

You're telling him how nice it feels when his huge cock bottoms out and you feel it twitch while still in your pussy

Neuvillette is a mess, and further spiraling with every word you tell him

At first you don't even notice that it began raining outside

Since it began raining faster and faster you guess that he's getting close, you don't even have to guess because at this point you know that when he wants to creampie you, it absolutely pours outside

The sound of rain does nothing to dampen the whimpers next to your ear

If you tell him you want his cum painting your pussy and he's done

But what happens in the bedroom has to stay in the bedroom, you can never tell a soul that he likes being praised to the degree he can't stop shaking and whimpering and clinging onto you because he can't stop coming inside of you

[incorrectfatui]

some Fatui headcanons before we resume the quotes (some funny, some sad, some just random idk) these are all over the place but oh well Pierro: Really liked talking to Signora about magic. They both use very different kinds, but they still have similar understandings, and no one else really wants to hear him ramble

Capitano: Oblivious to romantic relationships. Thinks everyone is just really good friends.

Dottore: Got so seasick on the way to inazuma and back, that he genuinely considered never visiting again. Spent like 5 months trying to research medication against motion sickness and ended up poisoning himself. Intentionally makes mathematical mistakes in his budget reports, just to annoy Pantalone.

Columbina: can't swim.

Arlecchino: Says "I don't have a favourite child", but definitely has a favourite child. Tried making Dad jokes once and failed miserably, mostly because she didn't understand the joke herself. Sometimes forgets that most the Harbingers are immortal, so she'll have situations where she mentions researching some long dead person, only for one of the others to go "oh i knew that dude personally". Somewhat salty that she isn't hundreds of years old.

Crucabena: Her birthday is on christmas. She doesn't know what christmas is, so it doesn't matter, but she just gives off the vibe of being born in winter and I think it'd be funny. Wrote letters trying to get Neuvilette to implement the death penalty monthly, but never received a reply. Has, one more than one occasion, used Hydro not to fight, but to drown people, because she liked watching them struggle.

Clervie: her and Peruere once illegally operated an Aquabus while on a mission. Peruere may have used it to commit vehicular manslaughter. Also she made mother's day presents every year, despite them being thrown away. Tried to teach herself elemental magic, but couldn't figure it out without a teacher. Once overheard Crucabena praying to the Cryo Archon. briefly had hope that she changed for the better, only to hear "Thank you your Majesty for giving me the ability to give people hypothermia".

Lyney: Genuinely thought Arlecchino was a guy for like 3 months after being adopted. Also sometimes forgets that Freminet isn't his biological brother.

Lynette: More cat-like than Lyney. Has caught birds and eaten them raw before, but doesn't do it anymore, even though Arlecchino approves.

Freminet: More powerful than Lyney and Lynette, even if it doesn't seem like it. Doesn't have all that much control over his cryo vision yet, so he mostly uses it as a support for his claymore, instead of the other way around.

Pulcinella: Has a lot of fun calling everyone a child, even if he isn't older than them. Dottore? Unruly teenager. Scaramouche or Sandrone? Practically a toddler. Arlecchino and Childe? Babies. Only ones he doesn't do this to is Columbina and Pierro. Columbina because he's scared, Pierro because of respect.

Scaramouche: One of the only people who actually understands how Ei's Realm of Euthmiya works. Has tried to explain it to several people, including Pierro and Dottore, but get's frustrated every time because they don't understand it exactly. So overcharged with electro energy, that touching him may give you a small shockl (yes, even after Sumeru). Is actually not completely sure how his body actually works, and neither is Nahida. Dottore has a pretty level of knowlegde (although he still gets a lot of surprises), but the only one who actually understands his body completely is Ei.

Sandrone: Tried to become active in Fontainian politics at some point. Promptly fell asleep in the courtroom because she spent several all-nighters trying to complete a project of hers. Complicated feelings about Scaramouche, ranging from "I want to dissect him" to "no one understands this guy more than me, ignore the fact that we talk like once every 5 years"

Signora: Even with the cryo delusion, her body temperature runs really, really hot. Is basically a walking heater- Columbina likes using her as a portable source of warmth. Also, her blood being liquid fire is not an exaggeration- got wounded in the palace one time, only to burn down half a library.

Pantalone: Once suggested suing Raiden Ei for child support. It did not work.

Childe: Completely unaware that Arlecchino isn't the first Knave. Thinks she's immortal too. Also only figured out that Dottore has clones after about a year of being a Harbinger.

[redvexillum]

WHAT IN THE NAME OF SIN-FULFILLED BLISS DID I JUST READ??!!!??!!??!!!

OKAY, LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE I AM NOT OKAY (but also, please never stop writing things that make me feel like I need to fan myself dramatically like a Victorian woman about to faint).

Lucifer, the mighty King of Hell, so used to isolation and self-neglect, and then HERE COMES THE READER READY TO LITERALLY LOVE HIM BACK TO LIFE?? 😭💖 The way they see him, the way they care for him, the way they’re so damn gentle about his wings, like HELLO, YES, THIS IS EXACTLY THE DOMESTIC BLISS WE NEED. GIVE IT TO ME.

I WAS NOT READY FOR THE SINFUL SPIRAL OF EVENTS. Lucifer, the almighty and powerful, absolutely losing his mind because oops, his wings are an erogenous zone and NOW HE CAN’T KEEP IT TOGETHER??? The way he was trying SO HARD to be composed and just ABSOLUTELY FAILING????? AHHHHHHH. SIR, YOU’RE A WHOLE DAMN KING, AND YET A LITTLE WING CARE TURNED YOU INTO A WHIMPERING MESS?? I NEED TO SIT DOWN.

AND THE READER KNEW. THEY KNEW. 👀

"Almost done," they said, knowing FULL WELL what they were doing. I AM SCREAMING. THE TEASING. THE CONTROL. THE ABSOLUTE POWER MOVE OF PULLING HIM INTO THEIR LAP LIKE HE'S SOME FRAGILE LITTLE THING. 👏👏👏

The hand placement, the knowing smirks, the slow, drawn-out strokes—WHO ALLOWED THIS??? Lucifer, once again, King of Hell, reduced to a trembling, begging, sobbing mess just because he couldn’t move or get what he wanted WHEN HE WANTED IT.

AND THEN—AND THEN—

"That's my good boy."

//heavy wheezing

✨Feathers✨

Hey hey hey, I’m back! Took a tiny break but I had another idea for a spicy Luci scenario! But this one is super tender cuz Luci needs some TLC like nobody's business! 🥺

This turned out a little more dom!reader then initially planned but I'm happy about it

Big thank you to some of the anons I received for the ideas! I very much appreciate everyone who's given anything I've written their love!

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer's wings are not in the greatest shape, you offer to help clean them...

Warnings: 18+, smut, handjob, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, cockwarming, dom!reader and sub!lucifer if you squint

It had been a pretty quiet day in house. Lucifer was off with his daughter Charlie for the day, they’ve had quite a bit of father/daughter bonding to catch up on. But this gave you the chance to work on something that you’ve been wanting to make for some time now. It was a secret project, keeping things from Lucifer was harder than it seemed. But with the home to yourself, you were finally able to finish the gift you wanted to give him! Just as you were admiring your work, a portal opened up behind you; Lucifer was back! Quickly, you hid his gift under your pillow before he could see anything. Lucifer stepped through the portal and into your bedroom; you noticed his wings spread out behind him.

“Hi, honey,” you greeted as you walked over to him, planting a small peck on his forehead. He smiled, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it in return. “How was your day with Charlie?”

“It was really nice! We went for a little flight, as you can tell,” he laughed, gesturing to his wings. Lucifer’s wings always left you in awe, you couldn’t help but stare at them. But upon further inspection, you saw that they seemed a little worse for wear. You wondered when the last time they were properly taken care of, since you've never seen him actually do anything with them.

“Hey Luci, your wings are looking a little…” you hesitated, looking for the right word, “disheveled. Is everything alright?”

"Ahh," Lucifer sighed, "yeah, I uhh...I'll admit, I haven't paid them much attention. Not in a long while."

You knew that he had been by himself for a long time before you came along. He had mentioned his battles with self isolation and depression that he had fought against for years, but he was never too keen on going into more detail than necessary. Looking back, it would make sense as to why his wings are in the state that they are. It saddened you, you wished you could have been there for him. It was time to make up for that.

"How about this," you proposed, "why don't I run us a bath and I'll help you clean them up. How does that sound?"

"O-Oh, are you sure?," he questioned, failing to hide the fact that his cheeks were now flushed. "They're kind of a pain, I don't want you to-" you cut off his protests with a peck. You felt his lips curl into a smile.

"Nothing's a pain when it comes to you, Lucifer," you assured. "Go get ready and I'll see you in a few minutes, alright? Tonight, let me take care of you."

"Of course," he grinned, "thank you, my angel."

*** Lucifer saw you smile and make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he let out a long sigh. It really had been years since he’s taken care of his wings. It was a lot easier when there was someone there to help. When Lilith left, it became a much more daunting task. He began to undo his button up shirt, tossing it onto the bed and moved on to undoing his belt. But suddenly, he stopped once the buckle had been unhooked. Shit, he thought to himself, realizing he’d forgotten how sensitive his wings were, my wings being touched are drive me insane! I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it together, especially not after years of just letting them go! He sucked in a few deep breaths and continued removing the belt from his pants. It’s fine, it’s fine…as long as I don’t make a noise or turn around. Just focus, Lucifer. For Satan’s sake, you’re the king of Hell!

Lucifer undid his zipper, letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor and kicking them off to the side. Unfortunately, he could already feel the blood rushing between his legs in anticipation. No, no, no!, he scolded himself, we’re not doing this. We’re getting our wings washed and we’re going to bed! I’m not letting this turn into anything other than a nice bath! She CANNOT think I’m just some touch starved pervert! I’m not! He inhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his hair, trying his best to calm down. After a minute, he made his way to the bathroom, placing his hand on the knob.

“I’m so fucked,” he whispered to himself before slowly opening the door.

*** It was fortunate that Lucifer had such a spacious home, that meant a more spacious bathroom as well. His bathtub could easily fit four people comfortably, but this at least gave you room to be able to work with his wings. You turned the water on to a nice warm temperature, making sure it wasn't too hot. You undressed as the bathtub began to fill, grabbing a soft washcloth from the closet and bubble bath soap after discarding your clothes. Once the tub was half full, you poured the soap in, letting it mix with the running water. The bubbles appeared fast, you couldn't see that water anymore after a few seconds. Finally, you brought the flow to a stop and dipped your toes in to test that waters. Perfect. You stepped in and slowly began to sink down into the warm liquid that heated your core. Lucky for you, his tub had seats along the sides so you could sit comfortably instead of sinking to the bottom! As soon as you were submerged just below your shoulders, you heard the bathroom door creaking behind you.

"Knock, knock!," Lucifer joked, hitting the already opened door with his knuckles. You chuckled as he closed the door behind him. Not that it was a new sight to you, but his naked figure never ceased to make you blush, as if he were perfectly sculpted. You shook your head, trying your best to focus on his face and not let your eyes wander anywhere else.

"Alright, let's see what we're working with," you stated, prompting Lucifer to conjure his wings once more. As you looked them over, you could tell it would take a little bit of time to clean them properly, but you were more than willing to help. You shifted over to the edge of the tub and offered Lucifer your hand. Smiling, he took hold as you guided him into the water with you. He sat down next you, turning his back so you could start working on his neglected feathers.

"Thank you for this," he spoke softly as you took the washcloth and began to work on his first set of wings. "I really don't deserve it, or you..."

"Luci, don't say that," you cut in, "I love you, and I want to help you. I'll always be here, I promise."

You heard him hum in response. He had a lot more feathers than you originally thought. You wanted to take your time, combing through every feather from his first set as they were the largest. You moved your attention down to his second set of wings after a few minutes. You were both quiet for a while as you continued your ministrations, running the washcloth thoroughly through each of his feathers, ridding them of any dirt. However, the sound of Lucifer's breathing becoming heavier with each passing minute did not go unnoticed by you. Wings were very sensitive areas after all. A tiny smile crept on your face. You had finally moved on to his last set of wings. They would be the easiest to take care of since they were the smallest, but you wanted to test your suspicions before you finished.

"Almost done," you hummed, "you doing alright?"

"YEAH, yeah," Lucifer answered almost too loudly, "I-I'm fine."

"That's good," you responded, gripping his feathers with just a little bit more force than necessary. You heard a small whimper escape Lucifer's throat, his hand shooting out of the water to cover his mouth. Bingo. "You sure you're alright, hon?"

"M-Mhmm," Lucifer mumbled into his palm.

"All clean," you purred, causing Lucifer's wings to disappear in a flash.

Lucifer stood up a little too fast trying to exit the tub, his back still towards you. "Thank you love, I really really appreciate you doing that for me, but I'm kind of tired so I'm gonna-" You didn't let him finish his sentence, grabbing onto his hips and pulling him into your lap, causing a large splash. "D-Darling, what are you doing?"

"And where do you think you're going?" you questioned, letting your hands run down his hips and towards his thighs. You heard Lucifer's breath hitch as your hands roamed dangerously close to his hard on. "What's the matter, baby? Were you hoping I wouldn't notice that you were getting turned on by all my touching? How cute."

You let your hand wander until you finally gripped his hardened cock. Lucifer could only let out a strangled yelp. All too pleased, you began to stroke his cock at an agonizingly slow pace. Lucifer tried to buck up at your touch, but your other arm was wrapped around his abdomen, keeping him flush to your chest. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Now why would you try to hide this from me, Luci?,” you teased him as you began peppering kisses along the back of his neck.

“Hhng…I-I’m sorry, love,” he swallowed, “it…shit…it’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t h-have had that reaction while you were…ffffuuucckk…” He completely trailed off, only being able to focus on your movements. You had only picked up your pace slightly since you started, you wanted to make this last as long as possible. But unfortunately, you could feel your own arousal start to pulse between your legs. Without warning, you let go off his cock, causing to Lucifer to whimper at the loss of your hand. You swiftly stood up and hooked your arm under his legs, carrying him bridal style out of the tub. He looked up at you with a mixture of shock and arousal. Once you were fully out of the tub, you placed him onto the white marble floor.

"Stay," you commanded. Lucifer held his arms down at his sides, completely immobile. You sauntered over to the rack and grabbed the two fresh towels hanging there. After opening the bathroom door, you dried off your soaking body as quickly as you could before making your way back over to Lucifer with the other towel in hand. You patted his hair down first, then moved to his face and shoulders, working it down to his chest and stomach. You avoided touching the area he needed you to touch the most and finally finished by drying off his legs. "Get ready," you told him as you stood up straight once more. Before he could respond, you scooped him up in your arms again with the towel placed underneath him. You couldn't help but smile down at him once you say how flushed his face had gotten. You effortlessly carried your lover into the bedroom and placed him down on the edge of the bed. You took the towel and placed it on the floor, giving your knees some much needed cushion from the hard wooden floor.

"Sweetheart, p-please," Lucifer said, finally finding his voice again, "you don't have to-" You gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, cutting him off mid-sentence. He could only yelp in response.

"I told you that I would take care of you tonight, did I not?" you replied with a coy smile. "That's exactly what I intend to do."

You lowered your head and gently pressed your lips to the head of his cock which was already covered in precum. Your tongue circled the tip, causing Lucifer to grip the sheets beneath him, not being able to focus on anything else. You relaxed your jaw, forcing your mouth down onto his shaft as far as you could manage. You didn't want to choke, after all! You absolutely adored the sounds leaving Lucifer's lips, desperate moaning and incoherent babbling. You quickened your pace, your hot mouth leaving trails of saliva down your hand. You felt Lucifer's legs begin to shake.

"L-Love," he choked out, "if you don't stop, I'm g-gonna...FUCK!" You didn't stop bobbing your head up and down. If anything, it only made you work faster. You felt his hands reach out to your shoulders, seemingly trying to push you away, but he wasn't trying very hard if that was the case. You refused to budge. "OHFUCKME," was the last thing he could mutter before his orgasm hit him, spilling his hot seed into your mouth. It was salty, but not unpleasant. You kept your mouth firmly on his cock as he rode out his high. You felt him soften in your mouth and you finally removed yourself from him with a *pop*. You caught some of his cum on your finger that had leaked from your mouth, licking it clean. Lucifer caught you doing so and buried his face in his hands.

“You’re going to kill me one of these days, darling,” he mumbled.

You chuckled, pulling his hands away to see his bright yellow eyes staring back at you. “I don’t think I have that kind of power!"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," Lucifer sighed, "my wings are very...sensitive to say the least. I completely forgot about it until it was too late. I thought I could tough it out, but umm, that's clearly not what ended up happening. I didn't want you to think I was some maniac who couldn't control himself..."

You brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. " You don't have to apologize to me, Luci, it's alright," you comforted. "Besides, seeing you so worked up is extremely hot!"

"Pfft!" Lucifer laughed, picking up on your attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm glad you think so! I was dying the entire time in there!"

You smiled at him and got up from your kneeled position." Do you feel better now? Got it all out of your system?”

"Not quite," he breathed.

As if to take revenge from your stunt from earlier, Lucifer grabbed you by the hips and pulled you on top of him. "HEY!," you protested, but it was already too late; your cunt that's been aching for attention was now perfectly hovered over Lucifer's maniacal grin. Without warning, he pulled your legs down towards him and began to lick up your folds vigorously. His tongue attacking your clit with every lap he took. Your arms gave out almost immediately, forcing you onto your elbows to keep yourself propped up while the dirtiest moans filled the room. "Fuck...Fuck Luci, you feel s-so good...SHIT!," you cried out. His forked tongue worked at your sensitive nub relentlessly, causing the pit in your stomach to tighten. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate, he was too good and he knew it. Every time he ate you out, he always acted like a starving man who would never taste you again. It only took a few more nibbles at your clit before your walls spasmed uncontrollably, cumming hard against his tongue. He hummed in approval as he helped you ride out your orgasm, swallowing every drop of you. You managed to crawl away from him and plopped chest down on your mattress.

"You're insatiable, aren't you, Lucifer?," you teased, still trying to catch your breath.

"And you're irresistible, aren't you, my angel?" Lucifer joked back. He sat up straight against the pillows next to where your head laid. You couldn't help but notice that he was rock hard again. It filled you with pride to know just how much tasting you on his lips could illicit such a response. A thought popped into your head at that moment, your lips forming into a devious smile. You weren't going to let him have the last word. He was done for.

You pushed yourself up from your prone position and straddled Lucifer's lap, leaning down and crashing your lips into his. He moaned into your kiss, licking across your bottom lip, almost like he was begging you for access. You opened your mouth wide and felt his tongue slip past your lips, deepening your kiss. To his dismay, you pulled away from him, panting and breathless. You lined up your entrance with his cock, sinking down onto him in one quick motion. Both of you moaned at the sensation, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Lucifer eagerly started to buck his hips into you, but you had other plans. You let the rest of your upper body weight fall onto his hips, rendering him immobile.

"Wh-what are you doing?," Lucifer whined as he tried desperately to rut up into you to no avail. "Please...please, need to move...."

You adored him in this state, begging and pleading for you to let him chase his release. "Teaching you a lesson," you grinned, shifting your hips every so slightly and making him bury his head into the crook of your neck.

"PLEASE! Please, I'll do anything!" Lucifer begged, his breathing becoming more and more labored. "Whatever you want!"

"I want you to promise me something, Luci," you cooed, placing your hand under his chin and lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Promise me that you'll come to me if you need help from now on. And in return, I'll promise you that I'll always be there whenever you need me. Do we have a deal?"

Tears welled up in his eyes at your words and the lack of stimulation. He buried his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around you. "YesyesyesIpromiseIpromiseIwill," he sobbed. You smiled and kissed the top of his head, his blond hair brushing against your face.

"That's my good boy," you praised. You decided to end his torment by lifting your hips and slamming back down on his cock at a break neck pace. His wanton moans went straight to your core, you knew another orgasm was fast approaching. He bucked his hips up into you, his cock hitting your G spot just right with every thrust.

"So close...sososoclose," Lucifer whimpered in your ear.

"L-Let go, baby," you choked out in your cock drunken state, "c-cum in me, Luci, pleasepleasePLEASE!"

Lucifer leaned down and bit into your shoulder, muffling his cries as it only took him a few more thrusts before spilling his seed into you. His bite pushed you over the edge as well, pulsating around his leaking cock. You both took a minute to come down from your highs, neither of you wanting to pull apart. At last, you pulled yourself up and out of Lucifer's lap and completely collapsed next to him. You reached over the edge of the bed and picked up the towel from earlier, handing it to Lucifer so he could clean himself up. You were about to fall asleep when you remembered something important.

"OH!," you shouted, startling Lucifer a little bit. "I almost forgot! I made you something!" You reached under your pillow where you had hid his gift from earlier. You pulled out a small duckling keychain with the words "My Little Duckling" beneath it. You passed it to Lucifer who cupped it in his hands, staring at it like it was made of diamonds.

"You...you made this...for me?," he stammered, completely enamored with his present. He clenched his fist around it and held it up to his heart. "I...I love it so much, darling! This is the best gift I've ever received! I'll cherish this forever! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He pulled you in for the tightest hug he's ever given you while peppering small kisses all over your face. You giggled and managed to capture his lips before he could get another peck in.

"I'm really happy you like it," you smiled. "We'll figure out where you can hang it in the morning, yeah?"

"I'd love nothing more, my dear" Lucifer grinned. "But for now, let's get some sleep, shall we."

You nodded and yawned in agreement. You shifted yourself flush against Lucifer's chest, letting his arms wrap around you. You felt his tail wrap around you leg right before you lost consciousness, letting you know he would never let you go.

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IT'S FUCKING DONE BABY, LET'S GOOOOOOOO

[sirazaroff]

Hey :)! Just asking but how does Glinda hide her scars on the visible parts of her body(like hands or the one on her face). And if anyone ever noticed did Morrible say that Glinda got attacked by the Wicked Witch?(you don’t have to respond with a drawing :), hope you have a good day/night)

Hey there! Thank you for the inquiry, I know yall are waiting on me to say SOMETHING since first posting the two ideas. Such a tease I am~

I will make a disclaimer that my ignorant ass has yet to know what goes down in act 2. I have plans to change that soon enough. Here’s my current take on things but I’ll make an update if they no longer have any merit in the timeline.

And speaking of a timeline, just keep in mind that after she’s struck on the back, the final beats of act 2 start to play out: Glinda going to Kiamo Ko and witnessing Elphaba’s ‘death’. The Wizard leaving and Morrible tries to grab power before Glinda can, and then failing. Glinda takes over as ruler and changes Oz in Elphaba’s vision.

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So, why does Glinda cover her scars?

It’s cause of her image as hope to the masses. The Good Witch can’t be appearing all busted up like that, people will ask questions. They’ll be afraid that the Wizard can’t actually help them, or at the least that Glinda can’t. Truthfully she’d rather people believe the truth but between the threat of more punishments from Morrible, and the fact that she’s putting her own public image and safety at risk, it’s better to just hide the scars. No one ever really sees them and so they never question it.

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Now let’s talk about how she covers them.

My thought process is that with her hands she would hide those with gloves during the frequency of the beatings. Gauze underneath, hoping they won’t bleed thru while she’s away from the palace. When Morrible eased up on this, Glinda switched over to covering them with makeup since they could finally heal over.

For her lip, Morrible gave her 3 days to figure out how to deal with the fresh wound before throwing her back into the spotlight. The pain of this caused Glinda to resent smiling. This scar would also be hidden with makeup once healed.

Now once she’s struck by lighting, all of this goes out the window. Glinda is quite literally bedridden for a few weeks and her absence is dully felt. Ozians are aware something happened at the palace, but they’re not sure what and who did it. In that instance it was easier to just blame everything on the Witch and rile up the public. (This narrative falls apart after Morrible tries to make for a power grab. Ozians will learn that it was she who hurt Glinda).

When Glinda can finally stand again, she’s in no shape to work. Of course that doesn’t stop the Wizard from having Glinda stand out on her balcony and address the worried masses.

From here on out Glinda doesn’t cover up any of her scars, only her demeanor. Even if she wanted to cover her back, it’s too large and touching the entry point sends a jolt that feels as sharp as when she was first stricken. She’s riddled with constant pain and walks with a limp, but when in public she acts like everything is peachy and is full of smiles. Glinda does this mostly because the people need a leader and if she shows her true ailments, there’s bound to be a threat for power by those taking advantage. Years down the line she’ll eventually retreat within the palace, unable to physically do much anymore but drink in an effort to numb the pain.

[zaundads]

Ultimate Zaundads Quote guides

All the important Zaundads Quotes

I was reading this post on iconic couple quotes and I realized that this is kinda hard for Zaundads considering they have like two scenes where they actually talk to each other. So it's hard not to do "well, just everything". Still, here are all the best ones, highlightes for my faves.

"I trusted you. And you betrayed me."

"I'll show you what you really are."

"I hated you, but you kept my respect."

"I hated you for what you'd done. But as time passed, so did my hate. "

"What I did to you… I've never forgiven myself."

"Greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive."

"What's the point if we can't raise an ankle biter or two?"

"We shared a vision, Vander. A dream of freedom. Not just for the Lanes, but the whole of the underground, united as one. The nation of Zaun. Do you even remember?"

"I had no choice." - "Perhaps. But now you do. Shimmer. We have the power. We can finally realize our dream,"

"Silco. Let her go. This is between you and me." - "You had your chance."

"You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one? "

"I knew you still had it in you."

"Ever wonder what it's like to drown? Story of opposites. There's peace in water. Like it's holdin' you, whisperin' in low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away. But then there's this thing… …in your head, and it's raging. Lighting every nerve with madness. To fight. To survive. And all the while, this question lingers before you: "Have you had enough?" It's funny. You could pass a lifetime without ever facing a choice like that. But it changes you forever. For that, I thank you… old friend."

"Oh, it all makes sense now, brother."

"A thousand times I've imagined this moment. Never like this. All we ever wanted."

"You hear that, Bozo 2? We made it. We're done. Oh, you're sadly mistaken. I'm Bozo 1."

"I've looked everywhere, but… it's clear you don't wanna be found. God, I'm shit at this. I'm sorry. When she died, I lost my head. I told myself what I did to you was for the greater good, that you deserved it. But the dirt was on both our hands. Anyway, you know where to find me. Blisters and bedrock. V."

"If he found this, everything might have been different."

Bonus "indirect quotes"

"Benzo, stay back. […] Wait!" (Vander not wanting Benzo to attack Silco)

"We had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now I'm forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leach off their legacies."

"Tonight a harebrained scheme these two bozos cooked up to turn a dank crack in the earth into a thriving, healthy community became a reality."

"So there's a chance for us yet." (Silco to Vander in 2x07)

Merchant: "This is vile." Vander: "You'll learn to love it." (Vander about Zaunite tobacco)

"There's worse things than enforcers out there." (Vander about ?? Silco? Other Zaunite criminals? )

"Fear haunts us all, child." (Silco about ?? The dreams he has about Vander drowning him?)

"Betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out,"

"You two are gonna figure this Zaun thing out. I don't care if you have to carve it out of the bedrock, covered in blisters. You're not allowed to fail anymore."

"Nearly forgot. I ran into an old friend of yours. He had some stories. You weren't always the peacekeeper, were you? - Yeah, well, you can't escape the past. Right?"" (Marcus and Vander about Silco)

"You told me a million times. [...] Blah, blah, blah [...]" (Jinx complaining about just how often Silco talks about Vander)

"Silco thinks he made Jinx, with all his rants and his hard-won lessons. "Excise your doubts, Jinx." "Be what they fear, Jinx." Like everything was the same as when Vander left him."

Did I forget any? What is your ultimate Silco and Vander quote?

Bonus:

Full dialogue of selected scenes under the cut:

Silco and Vander in 1x03: S: It's a little crude, I'll admit. The base violence necessary for change. But we both know topside won't listen to anything else. V: Even with your monsters, you won't win a war against Piltover. S: I don't have to. I just need to scare them. They won't dare set foot in the underground again. V: You'll get people killed. For what? Pride? S: For respect. Opportunity. Everything they've denied us. V: You had my respect. The Lanes' respect, but that… that was never enough for you. S: We shared a vision, Vander. A dream of freedom. Not just for the Lanes, but the whole of the underground, united as one. The nation of Zaun. Do you even remember? I trusted you. And you betrayed me. V: What I did to you… I've never forgiven myself. You were my brother. S: No, you still don't understand. Can you imagine what it's like? When your blood mixes with the filth and the river toxins eat through your nerves. Oh, I hated you for what you'd done. But as time passed, so did my hate. And I was left with an understanding. The only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing. To become what they fear. I hated you, but you kept my respect. Until you made peace with them. Played lapdog after everything we suffered. V: I had no choice. S: Perhaps. But now you do. Shimmer. We have the power. We can finally realize our dream, brother. V: Look at what you've done. Benzo. These kids. In fighting topside, you'd sacrifice everything that we are. It's not the way. Can't you see that? kill me if you have to, but please spare the Lanes. S: You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one? V: I'm just… not that man anymore. S: I'll show you what you really are.

Jinx and Silco 1x05:

S: I almost drowned in these waters. J: You told me a million times. S:Vander wasn't the man you thought he was. J: Right, he was like a brother to you, and he turned his back and blah, blah, blah. Did I miss anything? S: I've got a new one for you. That day, I let a weak man die. And another was reborn. Betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater. You need to let Powder die. So the fear of pain will no longer control you. You're strong now. Just like you were always meant to be. Jinx is perfect.

Silco vs Chembarons 1x07: Have you forgotten where we came from? The mines they had us in? Air so thick it clogged your throat. Stuck in your eyes. But I pulled you all up from the depths. Offered you a taste of topside. And fresh air. I gave you life. Purpose. But you've grown fat and complacent. Too much time in the sun. We came from a world where there was never enough to go around, Finn. That is why we fight. Do you remember?

Silco vs Finn 2x09: S: I'm busy. F: When you took Vander out of play, I thought, "Now here's a man who understands what it takes to run an enterprise." The attitude, the instinct, the eye. The whole package, you were. Always two steps ahead. But time's lapped you, old man. S: You're with him, are you? F: You screwed up, Silco. S: You're too young to remember what the undercity was before it became an "enterprise".We had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now I'm forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leach off their legacies. F: Today's the day you die, Silco. S: That's a risk I've known all my life. But I still believe in loyalty.

Silco at the Vander statue: S: A thousand times I've imagined this moment. Never like this. All we ever wanted. The boy didn't even haggle. And what do I lose but problems? Oh, it all makes sense now, brother. Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

[tayswife]

— kiss me under the pale moonlight

☆ glinda upland x elphaba thropp

☆ summary: glinda finds out elphaba isn’t too fond of valentine’s day and she does everything in her power to make it her favorite.

☆ warnings: smut

“how could you hate valentine’s day, elphie? it’s pink and love and it’s just amazing!” glinda followed elphaba down the hall, nearly out of breath trying to follow her friend that wouldn’t stop walking or pay her any attention.

it was february 13th. the day before valentine’s day, and glinda would not let it go. elphaba slightly mentioned how she doesn’t like the holiday, how it’s just another day for her, and now she has a perky blonde chasing after her and trying to convince her otherwise.

“yeah…exactly,” was all elphaba said in response to her.

glinda grunted, as if elphie’s response had seriously impacted her. elphaba didn’t know why it was such a big deal. some people hate christmas or halloween, so why wasn’t she allowed to not like valentine’s day.

it always just felt like a smack in the face to her. like the universe was just reminding her that nobody would ever love her and the green skin that comes along.

elphaba thought, by the evening, that glinda had completely forgotten about what she was nagging her about. but by the time they had gotten into bed and moments of silence passed by, glinda brought it up again from her side of the room all the way to elphie’s.

“maybe you just need someone to show you how amazing valentine’s day can be,” glinda said, her voice echoing against the four walls in the dead of the silent night. she said it as if she were to be talking to herself, pondering out loud.

“glinda, i appreciate you trying to figure out my dislike for the holiday, but i really don’t want you to try and find me a date now.”

the thought of glinda trying to set her up on a date just felt like a chore. a chore to get ready for it. a chore to go to it. a chore for her to entertain the young man.

but being with glinda…it felt natural and easy.

“why not?”

“i couldn’t be the least bothered to go to some date with a boy that will just cause me headaches.”

“well…who said it had to be some boy,” glinda said shyly, “maybe there’s someone who is trying to get your attention that would die to take you on a date tomorrow.”

glinda said it quietly. almost as if she didn’t want elphaba to hear it. but despite her low tone, elphaba still heard it. she was grateful, both the girls were, that neither could see the blush on their cheeks at the moment.

elphaba let it go. glinda did too. they acted as if they were sleeping but neither of them could let glinda’s words go.

the follow day, elphaba wanted to lock herself inside her dorm. and lock glinda out of it especially. elphaba couldn’t stand seeing every other student receive roses and look at each other with glowing lusty eyes. a part of her, that she would never admit, was envious of it all.

she wanted to be treated like she was special.

to elphaba’s surprise, glinda didn’t have a valentines date. the prettiest and most popular girl in the school, maybe even in all of Oz, failed to accept a boys offer to take her out tonight.

it wasn’t that she didn’t have anyone ask her. because multiple boys were lined up at her feet. especially boq. it got increasingly annoying when she’d be in a conversation with glinda and some random boy would interrupt them to hand glinda a fresh red rose.

she felt jealousy pool in her belly. but not because of the treatment glinda was receiving. but mostly because of the fact that they were trying to take glinda away from her.

she couldn’t put her finger on why she felt this way towards her best friend.

all day glinda had acted strange towards elphaba. elphie caught onto her sudden new behavior very quickly. she seemed…anxious. which glinda typically didn’t feel. or at least, never showed it. she was always very confident, but today she just seemed lost in her own head.

that afternoon in class, glinda stared lovingly at her focused friend beside her as she typically does. elphaba is far too fixated on her education however the only thing glinda wanted to study was elphaba.

“plans for tonight?” glinda whispers to her while dr dillamond’s back is turned to the class.

elphaba turned her head to the bright-eyed blonde who held a gentle smile on her face. elphie wanted to tell her to be quiet, to pay attention. but she just couldn’t when she heard her sweet voice, and when she saw that smile, every thought disappeared from her head.

“i’m going on a date,” elphaba said, glinda gasped, “with myself, in the library, studying.”

glinda’s face then fell flat. unimpressed on the outside. however, she was nonetheless over the moon that nobody had gotten elphaba before her. that her plans would still work out.

that night, of february 14th, glinda stood infront of her vanity mirror, touching up her makeup. she put on a different dress than the one she had been wearing that day, but nonetheless pink. it was a delicate shade of pink and the short sleeves fell off her shoulders. it was one of her favorites that she felt the prettiest in.

she applied a deeper shade of pink gloss to her lips to clash with her dress. she took one last look in the mirror, turning to each side to make sure she hadn’t missed a spot of perfection.

glinda had memorized elphaba’s nightly schedule. she had since the day they became roommate’s. glinda had approximately two minutes before her favorite witch would join her.

she walked out to the balcony connected to their room. there were some blankets spread on the floor along with some pillows and candles. glinda sat on one side, lighting the couple of candles with a match.

right as she blew the match out, she heard the door creak open. the sounds of heels against the wooden floor grew closer. “glinda?” elphaba said.

she walked further into the room, hearing a high pitched “over here!”

elphaba walked over to the open doors of the balcony. her eyes widened at the sight. not only what glinda had set up, but glinda herself. she practically glowed under the moonlight. her features were illuminated in the perfect way, accentuating all of her best physical qualities.

“oh! i’m sorry, do you want me to get out? i didn’t realize you had a date,” elphaba said, shaking her head in hopes all of the lusty thoughts would float out of her head. she went to turn around to leave. and typically, she wouldn’t leave her own dorm for something like this, but it was valentine’s day, and she really couldn’t be in the same room as glinda while she was sharing her space with some boy.

“wait no! elphie, come here,” glinda said hastily. elphaba stood there awkwardly, lips parted because she wanted to say something but she didn’t know exactly what. “sit down,” glinda nodded her heads toward to spot in front of her.

hesitantly, elphaba walked out onto the balcony, letting the cool breeze knock her back into reality. she sat onto the blanket into a criss-cross position. there was silence. a slightly uncomfortable one. glinda shared a soft smile with her before breaking the silence.

“i don’t have a date. i mean, i hope i do but…” she trailed off, voice quiet and quivering with anxiety.

“oh.”

“no, elphie. what i’m trying to say is i hope you’ll say yes to a date with me. well, we’re already on it.”

elphaba’s eyebrows furrowed and her eyes twitched. she didn’t look quite amused. “you don’t have to do all of this,” she said, slight angry, “i don’t need your pity.”

“elphie—”

“i’m fully capable of being alone. i don’t need you to try and make me feel included—”

“elphaba thropp, i don’t pity you im in love with you!”

that same silence arose one again, but this time it was incredibly loud. glinda’s outburst, which had probably been echoed all throughout shiz, had left them sitting there both speechless. it was certainly not how glinda planned it to come out and this wasn’t how elphaba expected this night to go.

elphaba opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it once more. she was in shock, not knowing entirely how to act. momentarily, did she think that glinda was just doing this as a big joke. pfannee and shenshen were going to jump out of the closet and laugh in her face along with glinda…there was no way this was…

“i want to have this date with you. why else would i reject every boy’s offer to take me out? none have been as special as you are, elphaba thropp. i feel things with you that i’ve never felt with any other boy!”

speak. words. say something.

elphaba sat there silently and then when she actually found the courage to speak, all that came out was, “I—”

“this was so stupid of me. why would you want me? i’m a girl and i’m not—”

glinda looks like she’s going to cry. or maybe even have a mental breakdown. elphaba can’t just sit there and watch anymore.

“glinda, shush! it’s not stupid.”

“what?” glinda looked straight at her. her eyes were red like she were holding in tears. she refused to let them spill over and ruin her makeup.

“i didn’t think it was possible that the feelings were mutual. i mean, can you blame me? i’m green and you’re…perfect.”

“elphie—” she wants to, so badly, tell her how perfect her green skin makes her. how it, somehow within these fucked up standards, makes her even more perfect than the most popular girl at school. but elphaba keeps going. all the words that were stuck in her throat now pour out of her mouth like water.

“this is all…wonderful and too much and just enough and i’m sorry i made you think i don’t want you because that’s all i ever wanted. you’re all i ever wanted before i even knew your name.”

“elphaba,” glinda says as if she were to be testing out her name for the first time. elphaba liked hearing it. the way it rolled off her tongue like butter. the way her high pitched voice got lower when she said it.

glinda scooted closer to elphaba. and so, with both of their legs criss-crossed, their knees were touching. it made elphaba twitch when she felt glinda against her. “can i kiss you?” she whispers it to ensure that elphaba is the only one to hear it. even being alone, she couldn’t risk someone, somehow, hearing it. not because she was ashamed, but because these words were only for her elphie.

elphaba just nods, staring wide eyed back at the blonde. her vision is blurred from just how close glinda’s face was to her’s or maybe her sweet vanilla scent is just making her dizzy with lust. either way, her eyes flutter shut as soon as she felt lips as soft and sweet as a honeyed dewdrop against her own green ones.

it wasn’t long after that glinda pulled away. and glinda stared back at her friend like she were trying to analyze how she was feeling just by looking at her face.

“was that your first kiss?” glinda asks. it felt as good as if it were her millionth. elphaba just nods, the shame she’d typically have answering that question completely gone in this moment. “did you like it.”

“mhm.”

“me too,” glinda whispers, and then shyly asks, “do you want to do it again?”

“yes. forever,” elphaba says. and this time, it’s the green witch that leans into her.

glinda’s lips taste of strawberry and desire. the kiss slowly begins to lose the tentative softness to it. it becomes full of passion and hunger.

glinda doesn’t want to overwhelm or frighten elphaba considering this is her first experience with this, but elphie shows no sign of discomfort. she just keeps going at it like a hungry animal.

glinda then slowly pushes elphaba back so she’s laying down with her head against a pillow. or maybe elphaba fell back. neither of them could tell you. but either way, glinda is on top of elphaba, still making out with her, and elphaba fears she may burn at the strong aching feeling.

the blonde witch pulls away. she looks down at elphaba, captivated by her beauty. just like this. lips slightly pink from a mix of glinda’s lipgloss and the way she attacked them, her eyes wide; full of hope and lust and curiosity.

she wants elphaba thropp like a moth drawn to a flame. she’s irresistible. she just has to have her.

“why’d you stop?” elphaba asks, and she twirls the hem of glinda’s dress between her two fingers as a way to occupy them.

“elphie,” glinda asks, not paying attention to the fact that she already has elphaba’s.

“yes?”

“i want to make love with you,” glinda says it so boldly, that it causes elphaba’s face to burn. she never expected anyone to see her in this light. to want her in this light. let alone glinda to want her at all. “would you like that?”

elphaba gulps, “more than anything.”

“right here?” elphaba then asks. they’re on the balcony in front of the entirety of shiz. despite them laying on the floor where nobody down below could likely see them, elphaba still feels the need to remind her of their whereabouts.

glinda nods. “i had this whole idea about watching the stars together,” she admits, “but now all i want to watch is you coming undone under them.”

glinda then leans forward, kisses the side of elphaba face before whispering in her ear. “everyone’s either on their dates or sleeping by now, my sweet.”

elphaba’s green flesh becomes covered in goosebumps as glinda’s warm breath is felt on her cold neck. she pushes glinda’s hair behind her ear that has fallen in front of her face from holding herself up above elphaba. “i want you to touch me,” elphaba whispers, and she can’t believe those dirty words are coming out of her mouth, “i want nothing more in this world.”

glinda smiles. she reaches her hand beneath elphaba’s dress and drags her nails all the way up to her stomach. her cold hand rests there, making all the muscles around her stomach contract.

“glinda,” elphaba says as if there was glue in her throat, trapping her voices there.

“yes, darling?”

the name makes her almost come undone right then and there.

“i need you.”

“i know, i know” glinda gently assures, “can i take this off of you,” she asks, tugging at her black laced dress.

elphaba hums her consent and then helps glinda pull it up and over her head. it only takes just that until she’s left vulnerable in just her bra and panties.

elphie feels like covering her body with one of the blankets. people gag and run when she’s fully clothed. elphaba couldn’t imagine what glinda was thinking.

but if she did know what was going through glinda’s mind, maybe she wouldn’t feel so bad. and so, glinda shares what’s on her mind. because she knows how elphaba feels about herself, and she must know how glinda feels.

“you are beautiful…just breathtaking,” glinda says, quite literally breathless.

“i’m not,” elphaba shakes her head, blushing.

“the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.”

elphaba doesn’t know how to respond to such compliment that she hadn’t ever received before. matter a fact, any compliment at that. she gently brushes her thumb over glinda’s knuckles to show some appreciation.

glinda leans down, kisses elphaba for a second long enough to question where it’s going, and then she pulls away again and elphaba’s lips pulse with an ache for more.

“elphie, you’re trembling,”

“i’ve never done this,” elphaba says nervously.

“i’ll take care of you,” the blonde assures. she offers a gentle smile to ease her of her anxieties. “do you trust me?”

elphaba nods, genuinely.

glinda then lets her hand drift back down to elphaba’s thigh. elphaba allows her knees to drop down to the floor to gift glinda full access.

elphaba breathes sharply at glinda’s hand being so close to where she needs her so badly. but glinda wants to take her time with her. this is art and she cannot, will not, rush it.

glinda slithers down elphaba’s body and kneels down between her parted legs. she kisses elphaba’s tummy right below her belly button.

“do you want me to take my dress off,” glinda then asks. quietly enough to maintain the gentle atmosphere. “so you’re not all alone.”

elphaba wants to scream a yes. but she has to play it off cool. and she also doesn’t think her voice is working to its best ability right now. “will you?” elphaba settles on.

glinda nods, smiles, and then her fingers reach back to unzip the zipper on her pink dress. she worked so hard to pick out the perfect dress for elphaba’s but, frankly, she was hoping it would end up on the floor anyways.

the pink fabric then fell off her body easily when she slithered her arms out. it ended up being mixed with elphie’s darker clothing in a pile beside them.

elphaba stared up at her, almost as she were enchanted by a spell. like she had gotten shot by cupid’s arrow. glinda prettily batted her eyes at her friend, or lover, or whatever they were right now. that typical face that everyone falls for.

“you’re ravishing,” elphaba said. she thinks it might have been the first time she had complimented glinda. she constantly tried to keep it nonchalant so her feelings for her wouldn’t grow.

“elphie,” glinda blushed, “i wish you’d see that you’re the most.”

glinda then leaned down and picked up elphaba’s thighs, positioning them on her shoulders. elphaba was completely clueless. she had no idea what glinda was doing. but it made her throb. especially when glinda starts kissing her inner thighs.

she kisses every inch so she never can feel that a piece of her isn’t loved. elphaba wants to cry at the care and consideration that glinda shows every part of her, but she blinks the tears back knowing it would only cause her embarrassment.

“can i touch you, my sweetness?” glinda asks, elphaba nods. she can do anything she wants to her. she can ask her to do anything and elphaba would say yes.

with elphie’s approval, glinda hooks her fingers on the top of elphaba’s panties and drags them down her legs until they’re at her ankles for her to kick off. she feels so safe here that glinda could completely rip her open and she’d feel more comfortable than ever.

with elphie’s legs spread and her flower present right in front of her, she gently places her thumb on elphie’s bundle of nerves.

elphaba gasps. it’s an entirely new sensation. one that she wonders how she’s gone so long without. glinda then, slowly but surely, moves her thumb in a circular motion. elphaba’s toes curl and her back slightly arches at the ever so light touch to her clit.

“g— glinda,” elphaba stutters out, trying to figure out how to combine a bunch of syllables to make out what she wants to say. glinda’s thumb slows to a stop. and elphaba can finally piece together words.

“what is it, darling?”

“could you…could you come up here,” elphaba motions towards her face, upper body. “i don’t want to be alone over here.”

glinda giggles, letting elphaba completely melt at the sight of her dimples. elphaba wanted to be so close to her that someone could mistake them for one. glinda then hovers over elphaba’s body like earlier and now places her middle and ring finger against elphaba’s clit.

elphaba gasps again. and now glinda is so close that she can feel her breath against her face. “you’re so sensitive,” glinda mutters. she leans down and kisses the corner of elphaba’s mouth and pulls back in just enough time that it’s considered a tease.

glinda’s fingers get to work against her clit again, which twitched beneath her fingertips. she worked speedier than previous moments ago. elphaba almost let out a throaty moan but she suppressed it with her hand.

“don’t do that. i wanna hear you,” glinda says in a lower voice than elphaba has ever heard her use. the blonde girl grabbed elphaba’s hand with her own free one and pinned it above her head so she couldn’t quiet herself again. intertwining their fingers to make her feel comforted.

glinda leaned down and started kissing elphaba’s soft lips again. the gentleness of the kiss was mostly gone, it was now filled with hot passion.

“glinda,” elphaba whimpered against pink glossy lips. glinda could feel elphaba’s legs shaking against her arm. her thighs starting to close. glinda wasn’t finished with her yet and she didn’t want elphaba to be either.

“shh, i know. can i put my fingers inside of you? i wanna feel you around my fingers so bad.”

elphaba gulped and nodded. she didn’t know how any of this worked. she thought glinda’s fingers were already…inside of her. but then, she felt two slender fingers ease into her dripping hole, and she quickly came to realize what glinda meant.

“glinda— oh!” she didn’t know what else to say. all that could roll off of her tongue was the name of the girl inside of her.

“does it feel good?” glinda asks, despite the obvious sheer look of pleasure on elphaba’s face. she just nodded. her back arched off the floor in suite to glinda curling her fingers inside of her.

elphaba bucked her hips up so glinda’s fingers would thrust deeper inside of her. glinda kept the steady pace, pumping her fingers in and out with her thumb occasionally providing a pleasurable sensation to her clit to near her closer to the edge.

her climax approached her quite quickly, but if she were being honest, she could’ve completely came undone just by a single look of glinda’s.

“glinda, that feels really good i’m…” she didn’t know what. but she knew something was coming. like a wave about to crash on the shore.

“you’re gonna come,” glinda assures. elphaba then, with her hand that isn’t pinned above her, holds onto glinda’s arm that leads down to her heat. “it’s okay. just let it all happen.”

elphaba’s mouth falls open as she hits her climax. glinda holds on tightly to her and lets her ride her high until her body stills and she lays there with her chest heaving. glinda’s looks down at the beautiful mess she’s created with a gentle smile on her face.

elphaba flutters her eyes back open to see that pretty face that she adores. “do you like valentine’s day now?” glinda asked her.

elphaba breathed in sharply, “i think it may be my favorite holiday.”

[just-sg]

You can enjoy media in spite of parts you hate. "I really wish [game] didn't [do X], but the story overall is great and the gameplay is really engaging."

You can enjoy media that disappointed you. "I hoped they would handle the [X] plotline better, but I guess it wasn't a dealbreaker." "I had hope for a while my ship would become canon, and feel kind of cheated that it didn't, but my irritation at that specific part doesn't ruin the entire series for me." or "I wish they dealt with the actual implications and ramifications of this thing that could have been a serious topic, but I understand the focus was on other things."

You can enjoy fictional events that you would find reprehensible in real life, in the same way one might be fascinated by a trainwreck. "Oh yeah all these characters are fucking awful people. It's horrifying. Anyway which war criminal is your favorite?"

You can enjoy media, especially games, as a venting outlet. This is not limited to FPS games or stuff like GTA, though it's always been wild to me that murder is one of the most easily accepted "it's just fiction" crimes. Sometimes ripping through countless fictional characters is actively helpful for staying calm and being nice to real people.

You can write and roleplay and consume stories that deal with horrible topics as cautionary tales. Sometimes it's specifically discouraging people. Which do you think is more effective: a story showing the brutal downfall of a fictional drug addict who slowly destroys their own life, or a stand-alone poster that says "Don't do drugs"? On the flip side, which makes for a more engaging longterm story: the brutal downfall or a wholesome story of someone going through rehab and never struggling with their recovery? For that matter, which is most likely to elicit sympathy for real life struggles?

You can enjoy stuff in an escapist way or for personal comfort. "This isn't how it works in real life, and I understand that pretending it did would be neglectful/harmful or at least risky in a real situation. However, in my little fantasy, what if it didn't suck actually?" (Ex: No Disney Princess Movies aren't problematic for failing to talk about the power imbalance between the royal and the commoner, etc.)

That's not to say "it's just fiction" can't go too far. Is it genuinely advocating for something? (Not just talking about it At All.) Is it being presented in a way that's insensitive to its audience? Is it pushing harmful stereotypes? In an RP or video game with other players, is it ignoring their feelings and boundaries? Ask questions like that instead of assuming the worst of everyone at all times.

This isn't really about tabletop RPGs as such, but it is about a topic I've seen floating around recently in the RPG space, that of moral purity in what you enjoy.

There seems to be this idea that if the things you enjoy aren't morally pure, that somehow reflects poorly on you. So you need to twist your brain into a pretzel to make the movies you watch or the games you play sufficiently progressive or reflective of your identity or else your enjoyment of them is somehow not valid or makes you a bad person.

So let me say this as an anarchist who believes that ACAB isn't just a means of transportation: I love shows like Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger and Kamen Rider Drive, and my favourite Sierra adventure game series is Police Quest. And those are absolutely all copaganda.

And how does that reflect morally on me? I no way whatsoever.

None of them are queer, either, and that doesn't make me any less so.

I hope I've helped some of you feel less weird about enjoying what you enjoy.

[dioslesbianwife]

So.. Valentine's, huh?

IT IS ME. THE EVIL 🕷️ ANON TO SEND ANGSRT. ANGST.

Jofoes breakup or divorce on valentine's. Would they mourn us? Get over it? Kill us? Crash out? Destroy our favourite Cafe? TELL ME. WOULD THEY DROWN IN DESPAIR AND ANGER, OR LET IT OUT AND CAUSE CHAOS? I MUST KNOW THEIR FACES OF SHOCK.

Pb dio, and sanatana. Santana pls. Plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls

Also hope ur doing OK ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hii evil 🕷️ lol unhappy valentine's day to u too. haha ur sick for this/j also thank you, i'm exhausted from life lmao but doing fine, hope ur good too ❤️

Jofoes reactions to being broken up with ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

Phantom Blood Dio

Dio is a master of controlling his emotions, but a breakup- especially on a day meant for love- would shatter that facade, leaving him unrecognizable. He understands the concept of loss, and he definitely feels it now. And it burns him from the inside out.Initially, Dio would react with a cold, calculating rage. He might try to coerce you into coming back, resorting to manipulation and his usual charm. If you refuse, that’s when the mask of control slips. His eyes burn with fury, and for the first time in forever, you see fear- fear of being rejected, of losing control. Dio’s pride would demand you pay. He might not kill you immediately, but the anguish and betrayal he feels would turn into a violent storm. His anger will manifest in the form of chaos: destroying anything you held dear, whether it’s your favorite cafe or the places that held your memories together. He doesn’t know how to cope with losing.In his mind, you should have belonged to him forever. He would drown in despair, but also become a force of destruction, unable to process what’s happening to him. His face is twisted with disbelief and rage, as if he can’t fathom the idea that you could walk away from him.

Santana 

Santana's reaction would be far more passive, but just as devastating. He’s not a man who wears his emotions on his sleeve, and this breakup, especially on Valentine’s Day, would have him feeling completely adrift. He doesn’t know what love really is, and he never learned to navigate those feelings, so when you walk away, it’s a gut punch that he just wasn’t prepared for.He’d likely retreat into silence for the first few days, not responding to anyone’s questions or pleas for him to explain. Santana internalizes everything. Instead of going on a violent rampage, he’ll shut down, his emotions buried so deep that it would be impossible for anyone around him to help.His face would be one of utter disbelief and confusion, as if he couldn’t comprehend the finality of the situation. There’s no one he can attack, no one to blame but himself. His sorrow would take shape in the form of quiet devastation. While he might not destroy anything outwardly, you can bet your favorite spots would feel empty, and Santana would be haunted by your absence in every corner of his life.

Wamuu

Wamuu, being a proud warrior, would be crushed by the emotional weight of a breakup. For him, love is an honorable bond, and betrayal feels like a direct dishonor to everything he stands for. On Valentine’s Day, a time for affection, his pride would be severely wounded. At first, Wamuu would try to handle it with grace, maintaining his usual composed demeanor. However, seeing you walk away would hurt him deeply, and while he wouldn’t lash out in anger, he would be left silent, almost as though something inside him had been irreparably broken. His expression would be one of quiet sorrow, a warrior who’s never faced defeat, now humbled by emotional pain. He would internalize the hurt, and though he wouldn’t blame you, the weight of the rejection would make him feel like he’s failed, especially in a way he can’t control. The breakup would leave him reflecting on his worth and questioning the sincerity of love.

Esidisi

Esidisi, ever the passionate and volatile being, would not handle a breakup with grace. Especially on Valentine’s Day, he sees love as a powerful force, one he can claim and use to assert control. If you left him, it would destroy him emotionally, but instead of retreating into sorrow, Esidisi would become consumed by a violent rage. At first, he might be unable to process it, his emotions would boil over, making him irrational and frantic. His face would twist with anger as he demands answers, and there would be no amount of pleading or manipulation that would stop him from wanting to destroy you for rejecting him. But deep down, he would be scared. Scared of losing control and scared of truly being alone. When the chaos subsides, he’d sink into an obsessive need to win you back, but he wouldn't be able to. His pride wouldn't allow him to show any weakness, and yet, the agony of not having you would gnaw at him.

Kars

Kars, despite his godlike status, has a twisted, desperate need for control—and a breakup would crack that control. He may not need you in the conventional sense, but the fact that you chose to leave him—especially on such a meaningful day—would absolutely ruin him.Unlike DIO, Kars wouldn’t explode in rage, but he would begin a careful game of manipulation to bring you back. He would take each word you said and dissect it, find the source of your rejection, and try to outsmart it. His reaction would be a cool, calm attempt to reclaim you, yet it would become increasingly apparent that the more he tried, the more he was losing you for good.His face, though calm on the outside, would show hints of confusion. The God who has everything now feels like he’s losing control over the one thing he truly wanted. When you continue to reject him, he might fall into an obsessive spiral, haunted by the fact that he couldn’t even dominate love.

Kira Yoshikage

Kira is a man obsessed with his own quiet, peaceful life—and a breakup on Valentine’s Day would send him spiraling into emotional chaos. While on the outside, he might seem detached, on the inside, Kira would be destroyed by the thought of you leaving him.He would become an absolute mess. Kira’s initial reaction would be disbelief, followed by a sense of complete helplessness. He’s someone who plans everything down to the smallest detail, and losing you—his most precious thing—wasn’t part of the plan.His face would show disappointment and defeat as he tries to process everything. He might try to mask his feelings by resorting to violence or hiding his true emotions, but ultimately, Kira would revert into himself, becoming more cold and distant. He wouldn’t lash out at you, but the guilt and sadness of the situation would haunt him endlessly.

Diavolo

Diavolo would not accept this, and no one would be able to calm him. He’s a man driven by a desperate need to control everything, and the thought of you walking away would trigger his worst fears. The betrayal would be infuriating for Diavolo, he would feel as if you had betrayed him personally. There would be no love left, only a burning need to punish you, to erase the rejection from existence. But no matter how much he tries to hurt you, the truth remains: you’ve left him. Expect a moment where Diavolo loses all restraint. His rage would be overwhelming, and he may even break everything in his path- he would definitely try to destroy whatever remnants of your love remain. His face would twist in disbelief, shock, and betrayal. But the real devastation is how empty he feels after the chaos. He doesn’t know how to exist in a world where you’re no longer his.

Doppio

Doppio, poor Doppio, would struggle the most with actual emotional processing. He’s already insecure, and the thought of you leaving would make him feel insignificant, small. For him, a breakup on Valentine’s Day would be the final straw, pushing him into a tailspin of self doubt and panic. At first, he wouldn’t even know how to react. What did he do wrong? Was he not enough? His face would be an agonizing mix of confusion and heartbreak, eyes wide with panic. He would try to plead with you, beg for an explanation, to tell him it’s a mistake. But the longer you resist, the more hysterical he becomes.His love for you is deeply rooted, and this break up feels like his heart is being ripped from his chest. His initial shock would fade into a quiet, agonizing sadness. He’s devastated in a way that’s almost too painful to watch, like a lost child who can’t quite comprehend that he isn’t wanted. His reaction would be utter sorrow and a struggle to figure out how to carry on when the love of his life has slipped through his fingers.

Pucci

Pucci is deeply devoted to his higher cause, but he’s still human underneath it all. The realization that you’re leaving him would devastate him. In his mind, he’s always been a servant of God, but his bond with you has become just as important. On Valentine’s Day, of all days, this betrayal would feel like a sign of personal failure. His initial reaction would be one of confusion– why? His stance would be rigid, as if holding onto some unshakable ideal, but there would be a certain tension in his demeanor, a momentary lapse in his composure that would show how hurt he is. The disappointment would be visible in his eyes.Pucci would become desperate in his efforts to understand your decision. He might question his faith, his path, or his ability to lead. This internal struggle would torment him, but instead of lashing out, he would try to reconcile his beliefs with the pain of losing you.

Funny Valentine

Funny Valentine would feel the rejection deeply, but he would refuse to show it outwardly. As the President of the United States, he’s used to being in control and revered, but with you, he allowed himself to feel something real- and now you’ve taken that away. Funny’s reaction would be one of stoic rage at first, but his calm demeanor would crack. You’ve left him on Valentine’s Day, and it hits his ego in a way nothing else has before. He would feel embarrassed and betrayed, his desire to maintain appearances intensified. It would be impossible for him to just move on.His face would shift from cold calculation to burning frustration, the anger hidden behind his calm voice. Funny’s pride wouldn’t let him come to terms with losing you, and he would likely spend days plotting ways to manipulate you back into his life by any means necessary.

Diego Brando

Diego would not take the breakup lightly. His whole existence revolves around his own perception of greatness, and losing you would feel like a personal defeat, the rejection stinging his pride more than anything else.At first, Diego would act indifferent, pretending it doesn’t bother him. But beneath the surface, his ego is shattered. You were his, and now that you’re gone, everything feels wrong. He would struggle with self-loathing, unable to accept the fact that someone could simply leave him.The pain would manifest in a form of guilt and self-doubt, making him question everything about himself and his worth. His face would show visible cracks in his facade, shame mixed with anger. Diego would either try to win you back, unwilling to accept the loss, or he’d fall into an even deeper, more obsessive state, fixating on the idea that he has to get you back no matter the cost.

Tooru

Tooru would initially try to maintain his calm, stoic exterior. He’s used to winning, to getting what he wants. But a break up on Valentine’s Day would cut through that cool façade like a blade. At first, he’d think it was a joke, a test of some kind. You couldn’t possibly leave him, could you? But when it sinks in, when you’re serious, when he realizes that no amount of manipulation or charm can change your mind, his whole demeanor shifts. His face would shift from cocky self-assurance to genuine hurt. Tooru’s ego would be damaged, but he’d also feel a deep loss, the kind that unsettles him completely. He wouldn’t cry, but you’d see the slow unraveling in his eyes. He would lash out, first with sharp words, then with actions, destroying your favorite places, maybe even your belongings, trying to reclaim the power he feels slipping away from him.Yet, even as he does so, Tooru knows in the back of his mind that no amount of rage can bring you back.

[purpleph4se]

million dollar man p2

the wizard x reader

warnings | smut, soft dom!wizard, afab!reader, breeding + creampie = yay, praise, overstimulation, dirty talk (he’s perverted ok.) age difference

a/n | happy valentine’s day my loves!! look look i would've posted dis sooner but i thought. hey valentines is soon wouldn't it be cute to post it on that day so im sorry to make u wait ;3; but i hope it was worth it!!! as always i hope yall enjoy <3 crossposted on my ao3

“honey, do you think you can help me with one more thing?”

you fail to register how eagerly you’ve been nodding your head, begging for the wizard to use your body for his own pleasure. you purposefully arch your back into him, he jolts feeling your lower back pressing against the hard tent in his pants. he breathes out a low chuckle, almost breaking his composure and rutting into you like he was an impatient, young man again. 

it's the soft, but needy, grip of his large palms against your hips that calls you back. he leans forward pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, his facial hair making you shudder. he arches a brow, and you feel his coy smile going wicked at the edges. "you’d like that wouldn't you, hm? me fucking your sweet little cunt?" his voice was low and calm, a stark contrast to your panting and whiny noises of desperation.

the question made your head spin and in a daze, you agreed. pleas for him, and filthy words you never thought you'd ever utter to the great and powerful wizard you work directly under spill out from your lips. you almost whine in protest as his hands leave his hips to unbutton his pants, shifting the material low enough to pull out the evidence of his need.

you shuddered feeling him passing the hot tip of his cock through your cunt, gathering wetness before landing at just the rim of your clenching hole. your shaking hands grasp at the control panel for balance as he guides his aching cock to your tight hole. his heavy length stretched you, filling you up inch by inch, he let out a soft groan of your name, his hands coming up to grip your hips so tightly it almost hurt.

the wizard wore a filthy smile on his lips, god having such a precious little thing like you around his cock nearly made him start using you like his own personal doll. as much as he enjoyed the thought, he felt the urge to indulge in you, taking you apart piece by piece. he pushed in before stopping and pulling out ever so slightly and then rocking his hips deeper than the last. "you doing alright, honey?"

you only nodded, as quiet gasps and groans escaped you after each stroke; going deeper and deeper inside of you. "i-its a lot…” you muttered, his cock jumping slightly as you spoke. he then bottomed out, forcing a gasp from your throat, followed by a long drawn-out whine. "oh oz–!" you moaned, earning a quiet groan in return.

"hm, was that too much?" he remained pressed against you, leaning forward a bit to press his chest against your back again. you shook your head, and slowly took a deep breath.

“ah, that’s good, i don’t want you to break just yet,” he slotted his head over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your neck. you softly whined, a silent plea for him to start driving his hips into you. 

“oh sweetheart…” he whispered before gripping your hips and beginning to pull out. the slow drag of his cock against your walls was euphoric. he pulled out maybe halfway before thrusting back inside fully, the head of his cock reaching deeper than before. you let out a wanton moan with each thrust as his hips gradually began to pick up the pace. he gripped your waist in a firm hold, pulling your hips back into him as he thrusts. “look at you, taking me so well, like you were made for me,” he grinded his hips into you at the perfect angle to make you squirm.

"a-ahh—" you had to collect your breath. being his, you didn’t mind that at all. “i’m yours, your ozness” you whined, feeling the way he twitched and pulsed inside of you.

"is that so," he purred, splaying a hand over your lower tummy. he continued to grind his hips into you, hardly pulling out as he ground his hips against your ass. "squeezin’ me so tight honey, i think you don’t want me leaving hm?" he cooed, resuming his steady pace. you couldn't help but moan at his words, your body sinking further into that euphoria with each pass of his cock over your sensitive g-spot. the wizard hummed leaning back to watch your form bent over for him while your cunt clenched and pulsed around him.  

your mouth hung open just a bit, hands grasping at the control panel, still mindful enough to not set anything off. “this little spot right here, hm? like that?” he was abusing your g-spot at this point, hitting it each time he fucked back into you. nodding quickly your lungs fought for breath as his hips slammed harder into your cunt. his experienced hand reached around until his fingers were slipping through your folds and up to your swollen clit. your back arched and your legs trembled as you cried out.

“m-mmhm! feels—so good—!” you whined. the knot in your tummy was being wound tighter by the second, mind was buzzing in anticipation and want. even if it hasn’t been long since your last orgasm your body begged for another. the wizard chuckled and pinched your clit just right, stroking it between his fingers while you writhed in borderline overstimulation.

"i’m—m’ gonna cum, a-ah…" you gasped out.

"aw, so soon?” he teased snapping his hips into your ass before grinding into you again. “go ahead sweetheart, you deserve it for being so good for me.”

his command and praise made your head spin. your clit was pulsing hard and with each second you could feel that pounding heat growing and swelling in your lower belly until it was too much. you gasped for air all while the wizard continued to fuck you through your orgasm. the slick sounds of your wetness and the slap of his pelvis against your ass only pulled you deeper into the high. it started to ache, your clit felt raw with each pass of his fingers his hips never relenting from grinding into you. tears rolled down your cheeks from pleasure, he thought for a moment of drinking them up.

“my oh my...” he awed. “i think you can take another right, honey?” even through the overstimulation, you nod eagerly. the wizard muttered a curse under his breath, his composure dropping faintly, as he picked up the pace once more. “you’re wonderful, you’re fucking perfect,” his voice sounded strained, his cheeks flushed. his hands burned into your skin as he placed hot kisses on the exposed flesh of your neck. he panted harshly as he bucked into your ass. “you’re all mine right?” his large hands squeezed your hips. “want me to make sure of it, fill you up?” he asked before your pussy squeezed around him involuntarily.

you could barely process what he had just asked you. oh oz, obviously you wanted him to cum inside. he was twice your age but you needed him to mark you as his. “mmhhm—! please, please sir, i-i want it!” you manage to babble out.

“oscar, call me oscar, dear.” 

he revealed his true name to you in a quick murmur, something only you and just you would hear. he wickedly grinned before kissing your neck and picking up the pace once more. you sobbed as your orgasm built up much quicker than the last. there was no need for him to finger your clit at this point, the grinding of his heavy balls against your clit was more than enough.

“oscar, mmh—“ you slurred out, your hands gripping on some random lever. he cursed under his breath, your name sounded so precious falling from your lips, you could feel his cock hot and throbbing inside of you. “inside please, oscar…” you whimpered, that hot feeling coming closer and closer.

“i know, sweetheart, i know you need it so deep inside hm?” with his filthy words you came undone, a cry escaped you as your body tensed and fell apart. you trembled feeling every wave of euphoria wash over you while your cunt clenched around him once more. only this time it hurt and felt so good all at once.

moving his hand, he grasps your neck, his other arm wrapped around your torso, he hugs your back tightly against his chest as he grinds his hips into your ass deeper and harder into your sloppy cunt. 

“fuck me, you’re—ah—so perfect—” he groaned out, fucking you impossibly harder before stilling. hot ropes of cum spilled from his throbbing cock inside of you. he pressed himself against your back grinding into your cunt, filling you up with each buck of his hips.

“ah-h, i think—i think i was uh, pent up as well,” he chuckled, grinding slowly against you. “was that everything you dreamed of, dear?” you could only hum in agreement as you began to fall into foggy bliss, the feeling in your limbs growing achy and numb. content with the way the wizard had fulfilled your heart’s desire.

[tsukuyomiland]

Me at 13: *vibes* Me at 37: *still vibes*

[moontheoretist]

What's the most interesting is that it's the most visible in extended media that are considered part of Legends. The wider the world of the Star Wars becomes the less Jedi's idea of Balance in the Force makes sense, because it becomes very clear that what they say is biased.

For example: in MMORPG game SWTOR you can play as a Sith. You can actively pursue the Light Side and game will even acknowledge your efforts in your class storyline (Sith Inquisitor gets named Darth Imperius when LS, and Darth Occluss when neutral, while Sith Warrior gets a scene where they meet evil version of themselves and can just choose to oppose the Dark Side) while at the same time having a side storyline about how you the Sith can change the Empire from within, but how it isn't easy because there are many Siths who would oppose you and even try to kill you or consider you a traitor for pursuing that.

The funny part tho is that this thing about being killed for your light side alignment or your neutrality is quickly undermined by the fact that even Dark Council themselves doesn't care about your alignment and in Inquisitor's case even gives you a sit among them NO MATTER what title you are given. In their head your LS alignment means that you prioritise the wellbeing of the Empire while DS alignment means that you prioritise your own selfish agendas above the Empire's needs.

What's more, even the Sith Code written by David Gaider for this very game doesn't reflect any of the ideas associated with the Sith like the willingness to commit manslaughter for fun or revel in the suffering of others. If anything Gaider has failed at writing a Sith Code that would imply that despite saying that he was basing it on Mein Kampf, as his Sith Code reads more as freedom manifesto of slaves than the racial whitesupremacist ideology of "supreme Aryan race" from Mein Kampf.

Check:

"I have feelings (which are bad I guess)"

"please spare me this “all Sith are evil and self-serving and only care about themselves” nonsense"

The conclusion is that as long as you don't superimpose the desire to go around and kill everyone in your way on your Sith life as many but not all Siths do, you don't have to be evil by default if you are a Sith.

You can be the nicest, most generous and loving Sith in the Galaxy while at the same time never stray from the Sith Code as it's written.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.

You need passion to have the motivation (strenght) to fight with your oppressors. And via that passion and spreading the knowledge of your movement you gain political power. If you amass enough of it you can gain victory (i.e. rights) and it's when your servitute ends. You're free.

See? The Code can be interpreted in such a way too.

Tha main issue within a Star Wars World in regard to the Force, how it's seen and how choosing the side affects the people and the way in which they're seen is ultimately George's Lucas view of the Dark Side as Cancer. He already designated Dark Side as the thing that needs to be chopped off. He never considered that he could have made Light Side representative of Life and Dark Side as the one that represents Death, therefore both of them create balance, because Life can't exist without Death. Whenever there is a massive fire, there is later a fertile soil for the new plants to grow. Circle of Life etc. I know what was his intention. He wanted DS to represent fascism and show us all that DS and Sith by extension need to be removed for us to never again repeat the cycle of fascism (as it happens now in real life), but what he ended up with is bunch of elitist evangelicals preaching that their religion is the only right one and if you oppose their views you are simply evil.

It's a no brainer that any minority would find a fault with that.

“plagueis saw qimir and osha so that means he’s gonna kill them!!1” first off, not all sith believe in or follow rule of two, just like not every witch believe in threefold law. second, out of any sith you could learn from, plagueis may be one of the most legitimately chill of them. he doesn’t care about galactic dominance or whatever, he just believes in sith beliefs & wants to exist his way and do his cool force experiments. nothing’s set in stone, stop acting like anybody who disagrees with the jedi is doomed for suffering for daring to not agree with the jedi’s holy worldview. it was old and tired then and it’s straight up mold now. just stop.

[m-o-o-n-f-i-r-e]

my favorite type of ship is 100% the ones where they have unending love and devotion and trust for each other. would do anything for the other. would do whatever the other said without question because they know that whatever it is, their partner knows what they are doing and they would trust them with their life. they could move mountains with their love. they would kill for their love. they would do anything for their love. everyone in the room can see that they are connected on the deepest level and will never be separated. nothing can break them apart. they are always on the same level, they know every thought that goes through their lovers head. when they are in a room together they control everything that happens. when they are apart they would tear up the earth to find each other. they would kill god for their love and give gods throne to their love. that kind of love is the best shit

[huginsmemory]

Even with TBOB and thisisnotawebsite.com there's... Still so much we don't know about Bill. Like ok yeah he's given a tragic background, we know a bit more about his henchmaniacs, but we really don't know a lot. Like, what happened directly after he accidentally destroyed his dimension? It isn't said. Sure time baby KNOWS about Bill's destruction of his dimension, but it seems like he didn't show up after Bill's dimension was destroyed to apprehend him because he only knows about Bill after Bill tries to make a deal with him, causing Bill's wanted poster. And how did Bill become basically the overlord of the nightmare realm, and gather all his henchmaniacs? Like there's a good period where we just don't know. And it's implied he's shocked and horrified (likely even dissociates, since he does that) after he destroys his dimension. But his characterization doesn't seem by that point to be one that immediately goes into a self-destructive, violent god-becoming maniacal spiral of self hatred; it's more one to be overwhelmed with grief and spend a good long time in the midst of his grief, then necessarily he's about to DO anything. And generally speaking trope wise, there's steps missing; typically in this sort of scenario, the usual progression is this:

characterized as monster due to being different in some way

tries to prove their not

ends up hurting someone anyways

gets further villainized, and antagonized by others

Acceptance of being a monster, and goes okay? You wanted a monster? I'll be a monster.

Now this fits Bill's early life, up to number 4, but we don't know what happens immediately after. It's possible he just went into his spiral immediately after, but it feels wrong, because it is missing the part of someone further villainizing him beyond himself which causes him to lash out due to the expectation (and internalized) idea that he would cause harm. I'd assume maybe some kind of interdimensional authority showed up and accused him of purposely trying to kill his dimension, which triggered his "okay, then I'll be a monster", or even a situation where his 'monstrosity' through the badge of killing his dimension is garners him respect. Considering that his henchmaniacs are chosen out of monstrosity and violence as a badge of honor, it feels very much like this would make sense, except none of them really know about Bill's dimension. He doesn't brag about the violence of it; he only calls it a liberation, contrary to the idea that Bill ever used it to gain clout. Instead, it's more likely that an interdimensional authority showed up and accused Bill, except from circumstances, it doesn't seem like it was Time Baby, so not sure who it would be... but at the same time, that expectation is often required for the character to truly embrace their 'monstrosity' and become truly violent. Or perhaps it was delayed after the destruction of his dimension, later when he begins to run with his henchmaniacs and disregards the law, but that also doesn't feel satisfactory for character development. Or perhaps I'm just overthinking this trope...

Also, how did he have his powers? Some is clearly stuff he's always had; pyrokinesis from that one rhyme, the ability to see into 3d, and he was somehow able to destroy his dimension by whatever he did to let Euclydians see the stars (telekinesis?), but beyond that? Was he always all-seeing? How did he become a 'dream demon'? Are his deals actually binding or does he lie? Are these things that he acquired later, because Euclydians seem to be written about as if they usually don't have any of these abilities, nor the abilities Bill is known to have when young, nor did Bill seem to be able to be all seeing when he was younger. Plus, how was Bill able to survive the destruction of his dimension, if he's technically made of the same stuff as everyone else, who all seems to have a physical form? Why then does he seems to be characterized as a being made of pure energy and thought; is that just in Earth's dimension, or does he have a physical form within the nightmare realm? There's multiple things that are contradictory about his body (mouth-eye, yet talked about removing his exoskeleton to feed--not sure exactly when this was mentioned--plus his mouth located under his bricks and bowtie in his exoskeleton in journal 3). But he seems so thrilled by his physical form though on earth, and we know that physical forms exist within the Nightmare realm as Ford was in it... yet it seems like hes characterized to have no physical form, so did he perhaps lose his physical form when his dimension died? Did he technically die with them too, but with his powers was able to survive essentially as a ghost like he tells Dipper you become without a body?

[yrlocalghost]

you know. i feel like chara is obviously a very complex character and has a lot of problems and a lot going on, but i always thought that the fact that the whole wanting to kill people from their village was like. not that bad. in and of itself.

[ectospacecadet]

Sorry but yeah, this. I get that some people get into the Danny Phantom fandom by fanfics, fanart and so on, but at least try to watch the show or something. To be a fan of something you should at least watch the original source material and enjoy some of it.

Not saying you can’t enjoy what the Phandom makes etc, but I don’t feel like that makes you a ‘Phan’ since you haven’t seen the show or don’t intend to. That or you watch the show then go “wtf, this entire show isn’t like the fanfics, I’m going to just go back to reading them and pretend this doesn’t exist.” That’s not how it works. Especially when characters in said fanfics act NOTHING like their canon portrayal counterpart. I’m talking emo-Danny or Gotham-Danny.

Danny isn’t scary (he has literally 1 scene where he’s scary), Danny doesn’t dress in all black, Danny’s not edgy. He’s an anxious, stupid and stubborn teenager with anger issues at best, not saying that people can’t portray him as otherwise, just that fanfic Danny isn’t canon Danny.

I hate Sam, canon-in-show Sam, Phandom-improved Sam I like but I don’t pretend her actual character isn’t a terrible person. I acknowledge she had terrible/no character development but I still enjoy the original show and the fanworks with her included.

“Guys, I love The Owl House. Never seen the show, but I read only the fanfics and look through all the fanart and I’m now a weirdo too!”

See how wild that sounds? You aren’t a fan of the show, you’re a fan of the fans, that’s nice and I’m grateful you appreciate the works made by others, but that does NOT make you a fan of the show itself.

This is also why so many Danny Phantom fans are SO sick of the DPxDC tag (or tagless -_-) filling up our feeds because 90% of those fics are more DC-centric with characters who call themselves the same names as DP characters but act nothing like them, and don’t even get me started on DPxDC getting involved in the DP events now, can’t even have the DP events to ourselves anymore.

The DP characters are just there to fill an empty slot that could EASILY be filled with OC’s because that’s pretty much what they are at that point, they only bear the resemblance through name and powers. It feels like there’s zero respect for their source material or that everything that makes the characters THOSE characters is removed and Danny’s basically stripped down to “a teenager with ghost powers” then people tack on a bunch of random stuff that has nothing to do with Danny after that.

At least AU’s and headcanons keep some of their original traits, but the one piece of fan-media I do see that seems to disregard it entirely is DPxDC, and then the people who make it get confused why Danny Phantom fans don’t like it. It’s because it just feels disrespectful and rude to change so much to the point it’s not even the same thing.

I’ve read many DP crossover fics that don’t fail to do their research, that respect both medias that are crossed over with each other: DPxMarvel, DPxGF, DPxB10, DPxTeenTitans(!!!) and more, yet somehow DPxDC just doesn’t manage to do DP as much justice, that’s kind of ironic isn’t it?

Anyway, yeah, sorry but I had to get that out of my system and I don’t care if people get upset with me over being honest about things, I KNOW I am not alone in this.

I will acknowledge that those DPxDC fics are well written, but I feel like the name ‘DPxDC’ doesn’t feel right, it’s “DCxBoy-Who-Happens-To-Be-Called-Danny-Fenton-And-Also-Has-Ghost-Powers”. Just make a DC OC with Ghost Powers at this point ffs -_-

Not to sound like a stupid gay nerd or anything but why the fuck are you guys making fanfiction and AUs for a show you've never, ever watched. You drive me up the fucking wall!

You cannot be a fan of something you've never watched / read, that's like saying you're the worlds biggest fan of spaghetti when you've never eaten a single noodle. And then you go and write a blog post about what you THINK spaghetti tastes like, and how good it'd be with ice cream. Make it make sense guys c'mon