#threads; delia/matthew

[iincantatorum]

@rxcklessdxvotion​ from (X) [Delia/Matthew]

"Does that really surprise you? Doesn't seem like I take it as an insult. If it should have been an insult after all, try again."

“I bet you don’t. Why does it not surprise me? You probably get off on infuriating others. I tried being patient with you but you’ve tried it.” Of course Delia’s going to try again. She has been having a rough day and his tendencies happen to be the last straw. “You sir, are stupid.”

[ofdemonessence]

"A hag with warts- well, there's the stereotype," she remarked, and was confused when he looked at her. She wondered what he was looking for, and part of her was even a bit flattered that he was gazing over her form in such a manner. But if Delia wanted to leave, she would have a long time ago, for such behaviors. Perhaps it was boredom or endless curiosity, but now she noticed that went both ways.

"So you have already decided, for me," she reached for his whiskey and unabashedly drank all of it in one swig. "All my life, people have decided what I am, decided what I should do. Tell me Matty, what do you think I want from you? No one just hangs around someone for no reason."

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When Delia had finished, Matthew looked at her skeptically, his eyes wandering over her entire form, from top to bottom and back again.

Finally, giving a disparaging snort, he turned back to his glass of whiskey. Delia obviously saw more in him than he did. Sooner or later, she too would tire of his games and leave. No one could put up with him for long.

"No, Deli." Now he'd given her a nickname too. "I've already told you what you are. A witch. Now all you have to do is turn into the ugly old woman."

[ofdemonessence]

"Matthew, I can see that you value distinct things. What if I told you that part of your fulfillment could come from expanding your intellectual prowess?"

She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "As your hypothetical therapist, I would provide you with an array of ... stimulating activities and resources tailored to your unique interests and abilities. We would explore topics that intrigue you, dive deep into thought-provoking conversations, and engage in exercises that enhance your various abilities."

Delia leaned in even closer, her voice filled with conviction. "Imagine the satisfaction of being better than everyone else, Matt, sharpening your mind and getting to figure out people, before they know themselves. Does that sound attractive to you?"

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"Matthew, I can see that you value distinct things. What if I told you that part of your fulfillment could come from expanding your intellectual prowess?"

She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "As your hypothetical therapist, I would provide you with an array of ... stimulating activities and resources tailored to your unique interests and abilities. We would explore topics that intrigue you, dive deep into thought-provoking conversations, and engage in exercises that enhance your various abilities."

Delia leaned in even closer, her voice filled with conviction. "Imagine the satisfaction of being better than everyone else, Matt, sharpening your mind and getting to figure out people, before they know themselves. Does that sound attractive to you?"

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[ofdemonessence]

Delia wondered if she did scare him, but not enough to scare him away. He didn't have to know about her succubus powers and yet she was wondering what would happen if he did. Matthew was stubborn and lustful and annoyed her usually, but when she had benefits too, she wasn't one to shy away from giving him what he needs at the moment.

Maybe a quick fuck might clear his mind, and make him focus right after. Not like she was opposed. After all, she hinted at her powers enough. This was just step one.

"I think it's better if you read my body language and guessed it yourself," she mused, watching his heightened interest and lips being moistened. It instantly made her feel wet with desire, walking towards him and circling her hands around his neck and looking up. She forgot how handsome he was, from time to time- such a shame if she were to ever lose touch with him. "Matthew, don't you know how to play in the bedroom? Or do I have to teach you these things? You don't wanna play with me...?"

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Either she was just talking nonsense to try and unsettle him, or she really was a witch. But Matthew didn’t believe in such superstitions. Or maybe he had smoked a few too many grams of those mushrooms that he should have sold… What a fucking dream he was in…!

Maybe Delia was really there - he was just hallucinating and making her speak words she would never utter.

But still… when she suddenly started undressing, the dream wasn’t even that bad anymore. It had obviously taken a very special turn, the temptation of which he found rather difficult to resist.

Admiring her naked chest, which she obviously really enjoyed showing him, he laughed softly, as if he was in fact high.

“If you wanted to fuck, you should have just said so.” With an amused grin, he licked his lips.

[ofdemonessence]

Heh. It was difficult, perhaps impossible, to tell if Matthew liked that nickname or not. Give that he was usually so contrary, Delia figured that his neutrality over being called 'Matty' meant he probably hated it. It was a safe bet.

"So- you are curious about me? So much that you've wanted to read my mind? Why don't you take a guess and I will tell you if you're successful in reading my mind now? If you're not scared of me like you said, Matty, then go ahead and do it. Ask me anything."

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Matty. No one had ever really thought of calling him that before. 'Matt' was the most common abbreviation, but Matthew generally paid less attention to things like that. It just wasn't important to him.

"Fear…" he repeated her words. "I hardly think I'm afraid of you. As long as you don't tell me who or what you are, though, you're a witch. Can't read fucking minds, after all."

[ofdemonessence]

"Ah, Matthew," she said, her voice softening with a hint of playful taunting. "Are you scared of me?" Her words hung in the air, the question loaded with implications and possibilities.

Delia's gaze intensified, as if daring him to answer truthfully and laying bare the depths of his emotions. She reveled in the power dynamics at play, relishing the uncertainty that flickered in Matthew's eyes.

"Are you scared of the darkness that lies within me? The allure, the temptation, and the boundless potential that I possess?" Her voice dripped with seduction, attempting to draw him further into her web of intrigue.

She paused for a moment, allowing the weight of her question to settle. Delia's expression shifted, a mix of curiosity and a touch of wicked delight as she took off one layer after another in the privacy of his room, letting him take in the sight of her bare chest.

"Or perhaps, deep down, you're scared of the power that you yourself might hold," she continued, her tone both challenging and enticing. "The power that could rival even my own. It takes a brave soul to face such fears head-on."

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The longer he listened to Delia, the more he wondered if he’d ended up in some fucked-up movie about a supervillain. But it wasn’t that Matthew was the supervillain, it was Delia who would make him one.

“The fuck you’re talking about…? I’ve never heard a therapist talk like that…” But when he took the time to look at her a little longer, she might as well have been a siren or a witch trying to lull him and burn weird things into his brain.

“…Maybe you should try out your witch skills on someone else. Though I’m interested in what you mean by stimulating activities… But surely not what we’ve already practiced on each other, right?” His grin returned.

[ofdemonessence]

"Miss Witch? Is that the latest nickname you can come up with, Matty? Interesting theory though, I am no witch. It flatters me that you're trying to figure me out. I still think you're too scared to know the truth. Your fear turns me on."

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"If you're so sure about it, why are you making me wait any longer, huh, little miss witch?"

[ofdemonessence]

Delia couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Matthew's response, a mixture of disbelief and amusement crossing her features. She had expected his sarcastic remark, but his nonchalant attitude towards life and relationships still managed to surprise her.

"Smashing faces in, huh? That's your solution to everything?" she replied, her tone laced with equal parts skepticism and amusement. "It seems you have a rather... direct approach to life, Matthew. But tell me, how's that working out for you? Is your path of indifference truly bringing you the fulfillment you seek?"

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Inspiring. Matthew had to laugh. No one had ever used that word in relation to him before. He found it highly amusing that it was Delia who had done so. After all, they had a rather strange relationship that precluded any kind of sympathy for each other.

“I should feel honored, yes? I’ve heard people call me a lot of things, but ‘inspiring’ is definitely new.”

Propping an elbow on the railing, he turned to face her. “It’s quite simple. Fuck everyone and everything and you automatically start to just not care. Take what you need when you need it. And if someone makes a fool of you, you smash their face in. Simple, isn’t it?” He grinned a little.

[iincantatorum]

Did he really think she was planning on ditching him? She paused for a moment, recollecting her thoughts so she can think back to their previous interactions. Sure she had been angry at him and tried to offend him, but Matthew seemed indignant and uncaring. It seems like he picks and chooses what to focus on, and this time it might just be him assuming that she will trick him and cause abandon.

Maybe it happened to him before?

"Show you?" Delia walked backwards and sat on the empty table, facing him. Usually she was the one being seduced, but now she needs to be the one to initiate things with him. Maybe a part of Matthew still didn't believe her?

"Come here," she beckoned, and when Matthew was close enough, she wrapped her legs around him and caressed his face, then pulled him close so their lips passionately collided. She didn't kiss slowly, nor teased him, and simply gave him exactly what he wanted.

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iincantatorum​:

Delia followed behind, transfixed as though she was possessed by some spirit. If it was a spirit, it would be a spirit of lust. There was now a small part of her still feeling curious about what Matthew was about and why he was so cocky and arrogant. He would never open up to her, so she felt she had to change her tactic. A hand went around his free arm, minutes after he withdrew and gave him a coy smile. They weren’t that far from his car, and eventually she found herself inside after he seemed to be done smoking. Or was he going to continue doing so on the drive.

“Really? Then I can’t wait to test it out,” she commented during the ride to his place, wondering what sort of home Matthew would have. She’ll give him what he wanted, and in turn maybe she’ll get her curiosity satisfied, along with other needs…

“Do you live all by yourself in your home? You must be lonely, when you don’t have company of course. I figure, you pick the best of the best ladies out there,” she began to explain while giving herself a tour of his exuberant space, “but I can assure you- there’s no woman that knows how to properly satisfy, than me.” 

The car wasn’t his, but Delia didn’t need to know that. Not that he couldn’t afford his own, but he felt it was unnecessary to get his own, since his clientele all came from the surrounding area. Of course, because this was his realm. No one could dispute that with him.

Putting out his cigarette before getting in, he briefly thought about how clingy the woman had suddenly become. It wasn’t his style to exchange caresses, but she would surely find that out soon enough.

“Huh? I’m not alone, am I?” Arriving at his apartment, Matthew tossed the car keys on the table and freed himself from his shoes. His home wasn’t very big, but he had everything he needed. That he wasn’t the neatest of people could be seen from the things jumbled around. Nevertheless, it did not look like neglect.

“The best of the best, sure.” With a grin, he glanced after the woman as she roamed his apartment. Basically, he just needed some willing enough to come here with him.

“Oh yeah? Big words for someone who actually tried to blow me off. Why don’t you show me what you got, huh?”

[ofdemonessence]

"No I get it, Matt. You want to be mad for the sake of being mad," she blew a lock of hair that fell to her face, leaning on the balcony's railings with her elbow and looking towards him. Delia knew she didn't have to care about him, but after a few hookups and ignoring one another because they cannot stand one another otherwise, she grew curious about him as a person.

"Frankly Matthew, I never took you to be someone who cared too much about what's taboo, or what's deemed appropriate by society. I find it to be one of your more... inspiring traits. I wish I could care less like you do."

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Matthew couldn’t understand why Delia still wanted to be near him. On the other hand, it could have been the sex that got her hooked. Although… he didn’t feel like anything at the moment. Which was rarely the case, as he could often distract himself with any kind of stimulant.

“Life…? People…? No fucking idea.”

Thinking about it hurt his head, so he ignored it, just wanting to be left alone at the moment.

“Maybe I’m just like that, I’ll still be allowed to… or is that taboo on society’s list of rules?”

[iincantatorum]

Delia would have been more comfortable at a place that both have never been to, but it seems like her own plan was backfiring. Matthew suggested his own home, and this was making her nervous. He really seemed serious about this, and Delia had to really consider if this was worth it. He seemed so unhinged by his talk, so far. She had yet to see his potential.

But maybe somewhere deep down, she wanted all of this. A temporary adventure, a way to clear her mind and do something bad for a change. Seeing that look on his face, she even felt an invisible pull towards him, making her bite her lip and reconsider if she should go all the way with him after all.

"Take me to your home Matt, I've never been there," she purred, playing with his collar, and then tugged his hand to her back so he can understand it was okay to hold and lead her. "Is your kitchen table... sturdy?"

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For Delia, this was all a game. She knew hitting him was beneath her, even though every inch of her desired to do so when Matthew would say such brutish things. But it was nice for once to seem unpredictable. When he admitted that he had no clue what was going on in her head, she felt her previous frustration melt away. Even when he was laughing like an idiot, she still smiled because the vixen had a plan.

“An appointment was my way of being kind to you, in case you need time to get ready,” she offered in a deceptively coy voice. They were at the lobby of a five star hotel, near the bar after Delia’s friends have left their girly weekend get-together. “But- if you’re this impatient, I believe we can. Hotel room’s upstairs, think you can book us for maybe a few hours?”

There was no way- Delia was sure he’ll mess up last minute and backtrack. And then she’ll get to be smug and see his face, she thought. She was going to cling onto her assumption that Matthew was all talk, and nothing more. He just needed to be challenged, and his ego diminished by the likes of her.

Actually, he had thought she had already booked a hotel room, was staying here for a few days. But when she asked if he could book one, a little bit of skepticism arose in him. Matthew wasn’t the brightest, but in certain areas, when it came to certain topics, like screwing someone over, even he got bright. In his life so far, he had dealt with more people who wanted to hurt him than people who meant him well. One of the reasons why he was the way he was.

Straightening up a bit on his barstool, he kept his eyes on Delia, trying to read her, a slight, barely noticeable smile on his lips. “My home is just as practically set up for this. I don’t need a luxury pad for a little fun. It’s around the corner. And I even have a big kitchen table.”

Matthew was curious to see how she would respond. He swore he’d never hit a woman in his life - unless she specifically asked for it - but if she screwed him over, she’d feel his wrath, at least verbally, just like everyone else. If he really felt betrayed, he wasn’t afraid to smash things around him to pieces without consideration.

[ofdemonessence]

"Drop the attitude Matt, and tell me who got you in such a sour mood."

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“Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No!”

[ofdemonessence]

"I bet you can't. You're doing all this on purpose, aren't you? I feel like I got you figured out by now..."

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@ofdemonessence "Yes, Matt, you ARE annoying, but I always know the perfect way to shut you up. I think sitting on your handsome face does the trick." //LOLOL DELIA!

"Uh-huh... is that so? I can't wait to watch you try."

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[iincantatorum]

For Delia, this was all a game. She knew hitting him was beneath her, even though every inch of her desired to do so when Matthew would say such brutish things. But it was nice for once to seem unpredictable. When he admitted that he had no clue what was going on in her head, she felt her previous frustration melt away. Even when he was laughing like an idiot, she still smiled because the vixen had a plan.

"An appointment was my way of being kind to you, in case you need time to get ready," she offered in a deceptively coy voice. They were at the lobby of a five star hotel, near the bar after Delia's friends have left their girly weekend get-together. "But- if you're this impatient, I believe we can. Hotel room's upstairs, think you can book us for maybe a few hours?"

There was no way- Delia was sure he'll mess up last minute and backtrack. And then she'll get to be smug and see his face, she thought. She was going to cling onto her assumption that Matthew was all talk, and nothing more. He just needed to be challenged, and his ego diminished by the likes of her.

iincantatorum​:

Delia has not seen red in a long, long time. No one has tried her patience thus far and genuinely, she felt the strongest urge to hit him. Even if violence was beneath her, the demoness was sure that Matthew deserved the pain. Just that vapid look on his face- so punchable. Did he really think he was the sort of man that girls threw themselves at him? Actually- now that she thought about it, she should probably punch those girls too, for probably egging him on and making him think he was like that.

But then, she decided to test Matthew. What if he was just all talk? Only incels talked like this, at least Delia thought. Maybe he was inexperienced and was just trying to get laid, and if that was the case, then a twisted side of Delia would find amusement in the whole situation.

She mimicked his sly grin, and then tossed her hair to the side of her shoulder in her seductive fashion. “Matthew. Looks like you’ve caught on- what use is intelligence if it’s not going to get me plowed by you. How about we set an appointment? Your place or mine? We’ll bring each other’s insufferable appetites…”

There was no way Matthew would agree to it. Delia was smugly preparing for him to fumble, to slow the slightest shock that she agreed so soon. Who knows how this reckless man would react?

He almost choked on his drink when he heard what Delia said. Honestly, he didn’t know whether to laugh or be shocked. Just a moment ago it had seemed as if she wanted to eat him up, smack him or push him down the bridge.

Matthew would have been fine with anything, but when she suddenly seemed to agree to what he had offered her, it made him just stare at her for a while. “What…?” Now he did have to laugh still.

“Pretty stark change, lady.” Possibly she was playing with him, messing with him. But Matthew was also up for a little power play. “I have no fucking idea what’s going on in your head, but… why make an appointment when we could do it now? Bring our ‘insufferable appetites’…” He grinned at her, challenging.

[iincantatorum]

Delia has not seen red in a long, long time. No one has tried her patience thus far and genuinely, she felt the strongest urge to hit him. Even if violence was beneath her, the demoness was sure that Matthew deserved the pain. Just that vapid look on his face- so punchable. Did he really think he was the sort of man that girls threw themselves at him? Actually- now that she thought about it, she should probably punch those girls too, for probably egging him on and making him think he was like that.

But then, she decided to test Matthew. What if he was just all talk? Only incels talked like this, at least Delia thought. Maybe he was inexperienced and was just trying to get laid, and if that was the case, then a twisted side of Delia would find amusement in the whole situation.

She mimicked his sly grin, and then tossed her hair to the side of her shoulder in her seductive fashion. "Matthew. Looks like you've caught on- what use is intelligence if it's not going to get me plowed by you. How about we set an appointment? Your place or mine? We'll bring each other's insufferable appetites..."

There was no way Matthew would agree to it. Delia was smugly preparing for him to fumble, to slow the slightest shock that she agreed so soon. Who knows how this reckless man would react?

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“I bet you don’t. Why does it not surprise me? You probably get off on infuriating others. I tried being patient with you but you’ve tried it.” Of course Delia’s going to try again. She has been having a rough day and his tendencies happen to be the last straw. “You sir, are stupid.”

“Are you done then? Or do you have other things you want to tell me?” Matthew wasn’t upset about what Delia thought of him, actually he didn’t really care. If she thought he was stupid, that was her opinion of him. He had heard worse and was used to it by now.

“You know… I’m sure there are guys out there you like better, but as it is, you keep coming back to me.” A sly grin formed his lips. “Still thinking about having sex with me? After all, you don’t have to be intelligent for that, right?”