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misserabella · 2 years

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PERFECT SIN

virgin religious!steve x noninnocent! reader

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synopsis;;

Steve was a good boy. Was…

cw;;

sub and complete inexperienced yet not innocent steve, references to the bible (algo unholy use of steve’s one) and church, mocking of god, the bible and sins (PLEASE AGAIN, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY), cursing, alcohol drug use, dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dumbification, masturbation (m and f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), worshipping kink & god kink (kinda???), overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda?), non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

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9k!

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‘ What do you want to do now? ’

Steve Harrington was a good boy. A straight A’s student, not a big fan of parties, hated alcohol, didn’t so drugs kind of good boy. And… he was really religious. He had always been. He accompanied his family to church every Sunday, went to a religious school and based his reading on his worn bible before going to bed every night. At his eighteen years of life, the most ‘unholy’ thing he had ever done was lie, and he made sure to swear that he’d never do it again.

But that oath didn’t age well, since he was, once again, lying about the fact that he’ll be staying over one of his church friends’ when he was planted in front of the biggest party he had ever seen —the only one he had ever seen, to be honest—.

Although Steve was a good boy, his best friend, Eddie Munson, surely wasn’t. They were complete polar opposites. You just had to stare at them to see that. Whilst Steve seemed like a complete church boy with his button shirt tucked on his caqui pants and his school’s white little sleeveless sweater on top. —He looked so nerdy and cute with those glasses of his…— Eddie looked like a rockstar, with his smeared eyeliner, long curly hair, black clothes and metal tees…

Nobody knew how the two of them could be such good friends… But they were. Eddie was a bad influence, always breaking the rules and getting in trouble. And Steve was… the good influence, the pure one of the couple, always in charge of putting some sense into Eddie’s head when his mind convinced him on doing things that seemed like a good idea when in reality were not and getting him out of trouble. They worked.

Eddie loved to hang out with Steve, always trying to make him do something bad and ‘unholy’ but always getting a ‘no’ for an answer. And he thought that it will be that way forever, but surprisingly enough, Steve had acceded to go with him to one of those crazy parties he always attended. So there they were, stepping into the packed house and automatically being hit by the smell of cheap alcohol, weed and hormones.

Steve didn't like it. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose, overwhelmed by the new surroundings. The air was saturated and it was too warm, making his glasses slightly fog.

Eddie laughed at his face, pushing one of his arms over his best friend’s shoulders and dragging him further inside with him. Steve felt as if the devil had took a hold on him and dragged him to Hell.

"Yo Eddie! Got some crystal?" Oh, right. Another thing about Eddie was that he was popular. Really popular. A lot of people waved at him as the two of them passed by. Probably due to his incredible stash and weed. But either ways, he had a lot of friends.

"Look for me later, 'lright? I´ll see what I can do for you then, pretty girls." the girls that had approached him smiled, nodding and giggling as they took off.

"Crystal?" Steve wondered, to what Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Meth, Stevie. Meth." the brunette scrunched his face. He was well aware that Eddie was a dealer, he wasn't that stupid, he just didn't know much about it. And honestly, he'd like to keep it that way. Of course he was concerned for his best friend's well being, but Eddie had promised him that he wasn't getting into anything hard, weed was his way to go. "That's shit is selling like Benny's burgers." he shook his head, pulling him down the hallway and towards the salon, which connected to an open garden with pool and where the dancing floor took place.

"Eddie!!!" both of them turned to a blonde smiley girl with a cigarette on her left hand.

"Robin!" he seemed just as pleased to see the blue eyed as her to see him. "What are you doing here!?" the arm that stood around his shoulder fell when he stepped closer to her to pull her into a tight hug.

"Oh, you know... y/n." she rolled her eyes, still a happy smile making her cheeks swell.

Eddie chuckled. "That little friend of yours is a true menace..." he shook his head. "I like her." that only made Robin laugh.

"Everyone does..." she sighed, taking a hit to her cigarette as her eyes found Steve's. "Let me guess... Perfect hair, ironed clothes, that church boy's face...Is this Stevie?" Eddie smiled as he nodded, surrounding his friend's shoulder with his arm again before pulling him flush to his side.

"In holy spirit." Steve pushed his hand away when his fingers dug on his hair, messing it all up.

"Nice to meet you Robin." he said, offering one of his hands, trying to be polite.

"My pleasure." she actually took it, giving him a funny smile. "You seem scared... First party?" he felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he nodded. “Aw, isn’t that cute… Try not to get eaten alive, hm?” Steve’s eyes widened at her words, but she simply laughed, stealing a bottle of whiskey from one of the guys that went heading towards the kitchen to refill the drinks before giving them their back, cigarette in between her lips as she walked away, turning around when she didn’t hear the two pair of friends following her. “Well? Are you guys coming or not?”

They understood then, nodding and following her down another hallway and into a more private room. From the little people inside Steve thought it could be for VIPS. The room was big, with a couple of sofas sitting around a little coffee table, which stood full of cigarettes, alcohol, little plastic bags, weed…

It seemed to be that they had found the stoner room.

“Robin! Robin’s back!!” a sweet and drunk voice filled the room as the door closed behind their backs. Steve’s eyes met a curly haired girl on one of the sofas, cup in hand and a tipsy smile on her face.

Robin chuckled before going towards the drunk girl, who wrapped her arms around her, pulling her so hard down and against her that almost made her fall. “Nancy!” she whined when her face was filled of little kisses, what made Eddie laugh.

Steve looked really confused, shocked when the two of them started kissing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you… Robin is gay. She’s dating Nancy too.” Eddie seemed amused by his reaction, which quickly faded. Was he surprised? Yeah. Gay people in the 80s weren’t really… out. But still, there were only a few people in there, and by the looks of it they were too high on some shit to even remember tomorrow so… Was he disgusted? Absolutely not. He didn’t see any wrong in any kind of love. It was not ‘conventional’, as people would say, but it was still love and Steve was nobody to tell anyone what to or not to do.

“Thank god. She wouldn’t stop whining about how much she missed you, almost choked her to sleep for a moment there.” your amused voice chuckled beside her. When Steve eyes wondered towards the origin of the sound, he met a really pretty girl. Gorgeous even. Stealing breath away kind of pretty girl. You were dressed on a really tight and short red dress and black high heels. From his position he could see that your lips and eyes were of the same red color of your dress, the first due to a beautiful lipstick and the other probably for the blunt that stood in between your fingers. There was a hazed look on your face, and a soft smile tugging on your lips. Your hair flared a little bit as you turned to face the two best friends by the door. Steve felt like he couldn’t breath. Maybe due to the smoke inside the room… He thought. “Well I’ll be damned… Is that Eddie Munson?” your red eyes squinted a little bit, trying to focus on the metal head beside him, who shrugged as he stepped further into the room.

“What can I say? I’m famous amongst the ladies.” that made you laugh. And the sound of it was almost angelic. Steve’s heart tightened on his chest, your smile warming him up and making him feel all fuzzy inside. He was completely whipped. “Looking good y/n, been a long time since I last saw you.”

‘y/n’ So that’s who they had been talking about before… y/n, y/n… Even your name was pretty.

“Too long I’d say. Missed your weed. It is the best I’ve ever had.” he pressed a hand to his chest, honored. “And who is pretty boy over there?” Steve felt like fainting when your eyes met his body, lips around the blunt, sucking a new hit that left your throat burning up as the smoke filled your lungs.

“This…” Eddie pulled him by his arm, closer to you and the other two girls, strong enough to have him adjusting his crooked glasses. “Is Steve. Steve Harrington. My boy.” a smile crept on his lips when he recognized that look in your eyes as you scanned him up and down. “And who you are absolutely not getting closer to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus. That fast you claiming a pretty thing like him?” you chuckled, shaking your head just to ignore him and focus on the brunette. “Nice to meet you Steve.” his name rolling on his tongue made his heart fall to the pitch of his stomach, fingers tingling and breath hitching. “I like your sweater.” he coughed, clearing his throat when one of your legs crossed over the other, chest sticking out and your back arched as you accommodated yourself on the sofa. His eyes darted elsewhere as he awkwardly scratched his neck.

��Thank you.” he stuttered. “I like your…, dress.” that’s the first thing that came to mind and, as he realized what he had just spit out, the stupidest thing too.

You smirked, taking another hit to the blunt. “You do?” you looked down at it. “It’s a little bit uncomfortable though, too tight.” you teased, although he didn’t seemed to get it. Not as Eddie did, scoffing to bring your attention back to him. “You seem uncomfortable too standing over there, why don’t you come take a sit?” you patted the empty place beside you.

“This is Steve’s first party.” he said, eyebrows raising in caution. “Came straight from church studies.” he put extra emphasis to those words, which only made you smile harder and Eddie sigh. You were the devil in disguise.

“Oh… A church boy.” you smirked. “That’s why I’ve never seen you around before. I would remember a pretty face like yours.” you winked at him, and his whole body flushed, making you chuckle.

“You. Stop it.” Eddie pointed at you with squinted eyes, making you rise your hands in a peace offering, faking innocence.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh, you know what you are doing.” you tilted your head a little bit, smirk returning.

“Yeah I do…” you chucked, just to sigh afterwards. “Fine. I’ll be good.” you gave in. “But still, sit your ass here and give me something good, will you?”

Eddie smiled, quickly sitting down in one of the single sofas beside you. “Yes ma’am.” he teased you as he extracted from one of his front pockets a little plastic bag full of a shiny white powder. “Is this good enough?” he inquired and you only smiled, teasingly answering.

“This will do.” he laughed, watching you take a peek at the drug, shaking it in between your fingers a little bit. “You. Pretty boy.” you called for Steve, who had never stopped staring at you and got startled by your sudden attention. “Lend me your bible, will you?” he quickly pushed one of his hands on his front pocket, pulling out a pocket mini bible from it before walking towards you to hand it to you. His eyes widened when you pulled him from his arm so he would sit down beside you, fingers lingering on his own as you took his bible from his hand. “Thanks.” you whispered, eyes on his own as you opened it to find just what you were looking for: a picture of Jesus.

You took it out and pushed the bible on top of the tea table before spreading the white powder on top of it, using the photo to spread it in thin and large lines. He was stunned, and Eddie was just too amused to stop you, finding it funny the fact that you were using something ‘holy’ to deal with something that was not.

“Amen.” you muttered before bowing down and pressing your nose to the bible, sniffing the whole line in a go. When you pulled back up and against the sofa, Steve saw the remains of the power on your nose. And even if he knew that he wouldn’t think it, he still found you unbelievably beautiful. “What is it pretty boy? Want to give it a try?” he quickly shook his head.

“N-No! I think that would be…, a sin.” that only made Eddie, the girls and you laugh. He looked so scared you almost felt bad.

“Come on, you’re not gonna tell me that you’ve never sinned, are you now?” he remained silent, making you frown. “Really?” Eddie chuckled beside you.

“Steve is a fucking saint. Never drank, never kissed a girl… Never fucked one.” Steve’s cheeks flushed red as he gave him a death stare.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” your eyes were widened. Well, as far as they’d go. You were starting to feel all fuzzy and tingly due to the coke and weed in your system. “A fucking virgin… And you are friends with Eddie Munson… Isn’t that funny?” the metal head seemed hurt, mouth falling open. “With all respect, you are a man whore.” his mouth only fell further open, what made you laugh. “You have at least rubbed one out, right?” one again he remained silent, eyes elsewhere and bottom lip in between his teeth. “Right?”

Eddie seemed interested too, as well as Robin and Nancy.

“I can’t believe it.” you whispered when he didn’t correct you. Eddie was just as shocked.

“Oh my god…” Nancy muttered.

In eighteen years. Not even a little fapping?

“Jesus…” they all sighed at the same time, and Steve’s cheeks only reddened even more.

“Committing adultery is a sin, alright?” he groaned, too overwhelmed by the attention that was being poured on him. He felt like running away.

“You know what’s a real sin, Steve?” you said, making him stare at you. “Not having an orgasm ever. That’s a fucking sin.” he felt even the tips of his ears redden.

“I’ve—“

“Man, I know you and your family has always been super religious, but you don’t always have to follow some rules that were written centuries ago. If that makes you happy then that’s okay, but aren’t there a lot of things you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t do due to that goddamn bible?” Eddie inquired, to what Steve nodded.

“I mean ye—“

“Then fuck it!” Robin said, snuggling closer her drunk girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. “Do whatever you want, dude.” Nancy nodded in agreement.

“I can’t…”

“Oh yes you can, and you are gonna do it.” you smiled. “You can always ask for forgiveness, you know? Cry up a little bit at church tomorrow afternoon and say that some evil spirit got a hold on you or some shit like that. You wouldn’t be the first miscarried little sheep around here.” he stiffened when your hand fell on his knee, thumbs rubbing imaginary circles on his skin. He gulped, eyes on your pretty hand before you would lean in and grab his attention once again. “So…, what is it that you wanna do, pretty boy?” he was wicked. Under the spell of your gorgeous smile, reddened eyes and haunting face.

Your smile only grew more when his eyes fell to your red lips…

“Eyes up here, Stevie.” you muttered, pointing to your eyes and making the rest of the group chuckle. Eddie sighed, knowing it was probably too late for Steve. You had that power of making people lose themselves into you. And Steve was absolutely lost.

“I— I don’t know…”

“Okay…” you hummed. “Why don’t we start off with something soft, hm?” you offered, and the blonde was the first to catch on, offering you a bottle of vodka that stood on the tea table along with a shot glass.

You poured just the perfect amount into it, grabbing another one for yourself along with limes and salt before leaving the bottle where it belonged.

“Okay. This is a shot of vodka. Of course, you could just give it a go dry, but I like to make it more interesting with this.” You pointed at the lime. He was the one who seemed interested now. “I’ll show you how to have one, then it’s your turn alright?” he nodded and you smiled as you poured a pinch of salt on the back of your palm. That twisting feeling in his stomach returned when your tongue slid through your palm and to in the salt, all while keeping your eyes on his own. After that, the alcohol went down your throat as you bent your head slightly backwards, pouring after that the lime as your teeth sank in it. Your face scrunched up due to the sourness of it all, but still the people around you cheered for you as you slammed the shot glass on the coffee table in front of you, smiling. “Did you get it?” you inquired the brunette, whose eyes seemed eager on you, probably due to the rush of adrenaline that went through his veins at the thought of trying something new and exciting. “Then go ahead pretty boy.” you poured salt once again on the back of your palm, handing it to him with a smirk. His cheeks grew red at your actions, but despite that, he took a deep breath and dove in. All of you seemed surprised by his decisiveness. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm tongue on your skin, licking it clean of the salt before pulling away, and without giving it much thought —since he knew that if he did he’d repent— poured the liquor in his mouth, almost gagging as the vodka hit his tongue, what made his nose scrunch. The turn on his stomach and the burning of his throat was a new feeling, maybe not the best, but it was something new. And that excited him. He knew that drinking was not something forbidden, he had just been too scared of his parents disappointment if he ever tried it, so he never did. “So?” everyone stared at him, expecting to know his thought about his first time dealing with alcohol.

Steve coughed, squinting a little bit as his hoarse voice broke the silence. “It burns.”

All of you burst out in laughter, he could have said anything, and yet he went with the understatement of the century.

“Yeah, it usually does.” Eddie sighed, shaking his head. “That’s the fun of it. Trying to see how much of it you can handle before passing out.” Steve seemed confused as he frowned.

“That doesn’t sound very amusing.”

“Oh, that’s because you aren’t mixing it with anything else...” you smiled. “Actually, you could use a little bit of weed.” Eddie was quick to pull a little bag from his vest pockets with a bright smile. Once on your fingers and opened, you groaned at the strong and sour smell. “Fuck man, I’d suck you off right now if there weren’t so many people here.” the metal head chuckled at your words, and Steve only blushed, taken back by your language. There was a burn in his stomach that pleaded him to make you let out more of those little sounds out of your mouth.

“I don’t think that…” he started, but you only looked at him and he was a goner, the words dying in his throat. His best friend seemed pretty entertained by the situation. Steve the saint Harrington was finally giving in to having some fun, and it was all because of you. He didn’t know if he should be happy about it or be absolutely jealous.

On the other hand, Steve was absolutely haunted, haunted by your fingers dealing with the drug, rolling up the blunt and your tongue sneaking in between your lips to lick it seal. He felt that sting tugging from his cock, although he tried to soothe it off by going over the Genesis.

“Done.“ you smiled, and Robin handed you her lighter so you could light the blunt up.

Steve looked closely as your lips wrapped around the joint and how your cheeks hollowed as you took a hit. You let out a pleased sigh when the smoke filled your lungs. “Fuck.” you loved it. The high, the dizziness, the numbing of your limbs. “Munson, let me marry you. I’ll make a good wife, I promise.” he let out a laughter as he reached out for the blunt, which you obviously handed him.

“Sorry sweetheart, you know I love you, but you’d be too much for me to handle.” you fakely pouted when the blunt was back on your hands.

“Well, it wouldn’t have worked anyways.” you shrugged, taking another hit with a playful smile. “You are not my type...” Steve’s breath hitched when your eyes found his. “What do you say pretty boy? Are you in?” you offered him the blunt, and after a little hesitation, his fingers stole it from yours. You noticed that he had beautiful hands, soft, with large and thick fingers that would surely look better pushing inside your…

“How should I…?” he seemed scared of it, holding it away from him as if it were a deadly weapon. And maybe it was.

“Right. A saint. Probably haven’t even smoked a cigarette.” you said, scooting closed to him ‘till your thigh was flushed against his, fingers around his wrists to guide the joint to his lips. He felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes fell to your chest, which stood dangerously close to his own. “Okay. So you put it on your lips and then you suck, but don’t just leave the smoke in your mouth, it has to fill your lungs, so as you suck you need to inhale as deep as you can. If your throat burns, then that means you are doing it okay.” he was following your words and doing as you told him. “But don’t do it too hard or you’ll…” but maybe he was going too fast, since he started to choke on the smoke. “Choke.” you were quick to give him back pats.

“Are you okay?” Nancy inquired him, handing him a cup of alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t the best option to go for, since alcohol and weed actually were a strong combination for a beginner, but it was the only thing around.

“Aw he’s fine…” Robin laughed. “You aren’t a beginner if you don’t choke on your first hit.”

“On god.” Eddie teasingly said, sending a kiss to the sky.

He shivered when your fingers dug in his hair, comforting him as his coughing ceased. “Are you okay?” he nodded, too lost on the feeling of your touch. “Wanna try again?” he looked at you as if you were crazy, what made you let out a laughter. “Don’t look at me like that, here, let me help you.” you urged him, taking the blunt from his hand and raising it to your lips to take a deep hit. His breath hitched when the hand that stood in his hair pushed him near your face. His eyes widened and his pulse spiked up when your breath hit his own, the weed and alcohol on it making him feel dizzy. Or maybe the fact that your lips were mere inches away from him was. He really couldn’t know.

Neither of you noticed the way your friends were staring at the two of you.

The hand that held the joint went to his cheek, thumb pressing against his bottom lip as you pulled from it. “Open.” he was quick to do what you’ve asked him to. “Now breathe in for me, will you?” he nodded, and as you blew the smoke on his lips, he took it in. The burning was still there, in the back of his throat, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the first time. You pulled away with a satisfied smile on your lips, seeing him hold his breath as much as he could —like he had seen you do—. “Good boy.” he almost whined at you words, not understanding why they had had such a great impact on him. There was something in the way you’ve said it that made him shake in your hands. “Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” he shook his head, fighting the urge to lean on your touch, on the fingers that now massaged his scalp after a third hit from your lips.

“Woah, are we… Interrupting something here?” Robin was the first to break the silence, making Nancy and Eddie laugh.

“The room suddenly feels too hot…” the metal head said, fanning his face and making your eyes practically send him daggers. “Just saying…” he rose his hands in surrender.

Steve was feeling his limbs tingle as the clock ticked, eyelids heavy and and mind fuzzy. You seemed to notice. “You okay, pretty boy?” he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Feels amazing.” he muttered, and all of you laughed at his reaction.

“Eddie, I think we’ve just created a monster.” you mocked him, but he just seemed happy to see his best friend so relaxed, and having fun.

He was about to answer you, but suddenly the girls that had asked him about having some crystal before peeked through the closed door. He understood what they had come looking for just by taking a look at them. He tapped the arms of the sofa before standing up, grabbing the attention of the group.

“Ladies, I need to go and make some business.” he announced with a smirk. “Do you mind if I leave Stevie with you for a little bit?”

You opened your mouth to answer but before you could Nancy and Robin were standing up.

“Yeah, we’re gonna— Nancy needs to— Bathroom.” she simply said before she could grab the curly haired’s hand, her lips on her neck as they left the room, Eddie right behind.

It was then when you realized that only you and Steve were left behind. Alone. He seemed to realize too, since his body seemed to stiffen up

“Well, I guess we’re alone now, pretty boy.” you said, taking another hit of the blunt. You were probably overdoing it already, but you knew you could handle it. He nodded, trying not to show the ways his hands were shaking. It was a really strange combination of feelings really: He was high. He was exited about his first party. He was nervous about being near someone as pretty as you… “What are you thinking about, hm? What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” Oh, and he was completely caught up in the way that your fingers kept brushing though his hair, in the way your eyes never left him.

“Nothing.” he sputtered out, what made you smile. You scooted a little bit closer, getting on your side so you could face him.

“Tell me, Steve…” you started. “What other things are there that you would like to do?” you bit your bottom lip, the fingers on his hair sliding down to his neck, where you connected the moles on his skin. His eyes were on your red lips, on your chest, on your thighs… God, he felt impure.

“I… Uhm…” you decided to give him a little extra push, your chest almost brushing against his as you leaned in, blowing the smoke on his face. He was taken aback, feeling the heat of your body against him making his cock strain on his pants. He looked away from you, cheeks red and mind fuzzy, although his eyes found their way back to you when your palm pressed against his cheek, leading him back to you.

“Where are you looking at, hm? Eyes on me, Steve…” you muttered, your breath colliding with his own as you leaned in. “How pretty…” you muttered, thumb brushing against his bottom lip, pulling, getting a shaky breath as an answer. “Such a pretty face and yet no girl has ever kissed you before? What a waste…” You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the way the brunette stared at you, expecting doe eyes, lingering brown shining above the red… “Such a pretty pretty boy.” he whined as your lips brushed against his, teasing him, pulling him in to the sin he had learned to avoid. The sin he had made himself avoid.

“y/n…” he let out a short breath, hoarse voice only a whisper as he leaned in ever further, trying to pursue the plump of your lips and the electrifying feeling that shook his body anytime you were near.

“What is it, hm?” you smirked, and he whined when you pulled from his hair to keep him from getting any closer. “Want me to kiss you Stevie?” you inquired. You liked the boy, you wanted the boy, and you were selfish about what you wanted, but you were no monster.

He nodded, tongue sneaking in between his lips to dampen them before they’d fall apart in a plead. “Please…”

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head and making him cry out. “Nuh-uh… You can do better than that, baby. Use your words. Let me hear you ask for it.” he whimpered, eyes on your red lips as his own cheeks flushed, probably due to embarrassment, or the alcohol that travelled through his veins, or the fact that he wanted it, you, so bad he felt like dying…

“Please y/n, kiss me…” he whispered, almost inaudible under the music playing from the party. “Please…” and when his eyes met yours, when you saw that linger in the brown of them, the need… You were quick to pull him in, leaving the blunt aside as your lips met his. God, you’d been wanting to do that since he had stepped in the room. Your core ached when he moaned in your mouth, his hands shaking at his sides as his eyes squeezed shut, what made you laugh as you pulled away, shaking your head. You quickly threw one of your legs over his lap, straddling his lap and making his eyes widen, muscles incredible stiff below you. “Come on, Stevie, why don’t you relax on me a little?” you left a couple of wet kisses on his neck, making him sigh under your touch and letting your hands guide his to your ass. “You can touch me, I don’t bite.” you amusedly said, teasing him before you would lean in once again to meet his lips, nor before a “Unless you want me to…” He was shaking when you kissed him again, breath hitching and a moan leaving his lips when you started to rock your hips against him. He was already hard. So hard… “Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you muttered against his mouth, your thumb pulling on his bottom lip. He did as you said, what made you smile. “Yeah, just like that, good boy…” he moaned when your tongue slid right inside his mouth, swirling around his. His fingers dug on your ass, making you hum into the kiss as you pulled on his hair. His jaw fell slack as you ground a little bit harder against the crotch of his pants and against his aching cock, which twitched against his thigh.

When you pulled away, his glasses had fogged up due to your wet kisses.

“y/n…” he whimpered as your lips trailed down his throat, harshly sucking hickeys on his skin and hands bucking you against him. He felt dizzy, high in a drug under your name, delirious even. This felt so good, you in top of him, dry humping him, kissing him… He never wanted it to stop.

“Shit… That’s it.” you said, getting off his lap —hearing a whine fall from his lips— and pulling from his hand so he could get up. “Let’s go.” you were fast to leave the stoner room and start to drag him upstairs, getting him in in the first empty room you could find and locking the door behind your back before you’d kiss him again. Seeing your lipstick all smeared on his lips made you want to devour him.

He opened his mouth for you, just like you had taught him, stumbling backwards in between groans as you led him towards the bed. He let out a surprised gasp when you pushed him on the chest, making him sit down. “What… What are you doing?” he inquired you as you kneeled in front of him, breathing strained and lips swollen. His hair was all messed up, as well as his clothes, and his dick hurt so much under his pants he couldn’t help but wish you were back kissing him, rubbing against him and making it better. He was high, and needy, and the sight of you down on your knees with your hands brushing his thighs was absolutely not making the pain go away any time soon.

“Praying.” you smiled at him as you unbuckled his jeans and pushed it down his thighs along with his underwear, your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“W-Wait!” he tried to stop you, overwhelmed by being so exposed in front of you, but all that embarrassment left his mind when you left a little peck on the tip of his dick. It was pretty, and big. The kind of big that would get a few minutes to get used to, to the stretch, and leave you limping the day after. There was this cute little vein on its side, that you made sure to outline with your tongue, tracing the under part of the head afterwards, which made him squirm under your touch. You smiled when he let out a load moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing at his moans and whines.

“Such a pretty boy with a pretty cock...” he whimpered when you licked clean the precum off his slit. “Does that feel good, hm? Like my tongue?” he nodded, eyes squeezed shut when you gave it a long stripe from the base to the tip before pushing it inside your mouth. You moaned around him, ‘cause he tasted so good… And you wanted to fuck your throat on his dick so bad that it had you thrusting your hips down on your heels to look for some relief.

“Oh, God… Ohgodohgodohgod…” you chuckled as you let him go with a pop, spitting on your hand before your fingers would lace around his dick, giving it a big and low stroke that made his thighs clench and a moan leave his lips.

“No God here, baby, ‘s just me.” he whimpered when your mouth went back to him, taking him in your throat as fat as it would go. His fingers unconsciously laced on your hair, making you hum around his cock and him moan. He felt like chocking with his spit. He has never felt something like this. How could this feel so good? This was supposed to be a sin. He was supposed to be taken away by Satan to hell and burn for the eternity. And yet there he was, feeling like stepping in Heaven.

He seemed extremely sensitive on the underside of his tip, where you teased him with your tongue, making him moan and whimper as you sucked him off. There was this pressure, this heat building up in his lower stomach that made his head feel all fuzzy and his limbs weak.

“y/n…” he whined, his dick twitching in your mouth and fully leaking. You could feel he was about to cum, and its speed and poor stamina only made him cuter.

“Poor baby… Is it too much? Is my mouth too much for you, hm? Want me to stop?” you inquired him, entertained by his slack jaw and glossed over eyes. He was gone. Completely dumbified. You’d love to see how he’d react once he was deep inside you, fucking into you, cumming in you… You were dripping down your thighs at the thought of it.

He shook his head, the hand on your hair only tightening. “No! Please, don’t stop, please? Pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, moaning loudly when you went back to fucking him in your fist. “Feels so good, so good, please…” he was a babbling mess, unable to think, desperate to reach something that he was stumbling towards, something new, something unknown…

You bit down on your bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my mouth? Gonna give me your first orgasm, hm?” his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he saw you stuck your tongue out, drool falling onto his cock and connecting it to your mouth through a string of spit. He was sure that you were a succubus, a devil in disguise that had come to haunt him and led him away from God. And honestly? He’d let you do it. ‘Cause just how beautiful you looked with his dick on your mouth, the sight of your glossed and red eyes staring up at him as you took him down on his throat with all your red lipstick smeared around his cock… Fuck. Simply… Fuck. He was so close to reaching that feverish feeling that had him shaking on his spot that he started to moan and whimper more loudly, dick twitching down you throat.

“Please, please, please…” he didn’t even know what he was begging for, his strained pleading making you start to bob your head faster, taking him deeper and sucking him harder. “Oh god, something’s gonna… I’m gonna…” he was a whimpering mess, eyes watering to the overwhelming sensation of his first orgasm, which was about to crumble him to pieces.

“Come on pretty boy, let go for me. Let me have it, hm? Let me taste you.” you said before kitten licking his tip, fucking him with your hand and taking him deep down your throat, gagging around his cock. That’s all it took for him to fill your throat up, the sound and sight of your gagging, the feeling of your throat clenching around him… His orgasm hit him like a wave. So hard he was gasping for air, as if he were drowning under water. His sight went completely white, mins blank and ears ringing as his body relaxed under your touch. When he came back from it, you were cleaning him up with your tongue, swallowing his warm load and caressing his thighs in comfort. You hummed at the taste. You weren’t a big fan of giving head, but you could always made an exception. And Steve could be that exception, as always as he sounded and looked so pretty while you sucked him off. “You okay, baby?” you inquired him as his eyes fluttered open, glossy and teary, pupils fully blown. He shivered when your lips latched to the skin of his hip bone, sucking hardly enough to leave a bruise, making his fingers lace harder in your hair.

“y/n…” he whimpered, feeling how your lips slowly trailed up his lower stomach, your hands getting rid of the buttons of his shirt as you sat back down on his lap. You were starting to believe it to be your favorite seat ever.

“Did that felt good baby?” you smirked, loving the fucked out look on his face and his dizzy nodding.“Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even speak. You liked cumming in my mouth, huh?” you teased him, making him moan as your hands sneaked up his unbuttoned shirt. “Want a taste?” you whispered on his ear, nibbling on his jaw and making him gasp, his dick was already hardening and twitching against your thigh. So eager… “Open up for me.” you whispered against his lips when he nodded. And he did. In a heartbeat.

Your tongue was quick to push inside his mouth, both of your moaning in the kiss as your hips rocked harder against his own. He was shaking when you pushed his hands from your waist to your breasts, he groaned when you squeezed his to make a domino effect and urge him to touch you just how he wanted. “Tell me Stevie, what is it that you want?” you inquired him as your breaths mixed, sucking on his bottom lip. His eyes squeezed shut when you went back to sucking on his neck. “What do you want to do now?”

“I want… I want to make you feel good.” he breathed out, glossy brown eyes full of lust when staring into your own. He wanted to make you feel the way you had made him feel, better, if that could be possible…

You smiled at his words. “Oh yeah?” you bit your bottom lip brushing his messy hair backwards and playfully tugging on it, making him take a shaky breath as he nodded. “You wanna make feel good, Stevie?” he always had hated that nickname with which Eddie always made fun of him, but he didn’t find it annoying if it were your lips from where it fell. His skin grew on goosebumps when you guided on of his hands down your body, ‘till his fingertips got lost underneath your dress and in between your legs. You moaned when his palm cupped your clothed cunt. He felt his heart skip a beat when you started to rock your hips against it. “Gonna let me teach you?” he nodded once again as you pushed your dress over your head, tongue coming out to lick his lips, eager to pull out of you more of those beautiful sounds. “Good boy…” you couldn’t know if he had moaned due to the amount of beautiful and flushed skin on display just for him or for your praise, but, at the moment, it truly didn’t matter, not when he stared at you like that.

He felt like fainting when he felt you, underneath the lace of your panties, his fingertips against your soaked cunt, so soaked you dripped on his fingers. “There.” you whined when you pushed his hand upwards, ‘till his fingertips bumped against that little bundle of nerves that could make you cum over and over again with just a little bit of stimulation. “Fuck, move your fingers around it, baby.” you instructed, moaning when he did, what only made him crave you more. “Yeah just like that.” you rocked your hips against his touch, pressing open mouthed kisses on his chest. “Now use your fingers. Inside.” you muttered on his neck when you pushed his hand down towards your hole. “Inside, please.”

Steve was lost. Lost in the new experience, in the new knowledge, but most of all, lost in the way your eyebrows knitted together when he first touched you under your underwear, or the way your mouth was falling open now that one of his fingers was fully inside of you, up to the knuckle. And Steve knew he was a goner when he found himself swearing. And he didn’t fucking swore. “Fuck.”

You were clamping around his finger when you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other as he started to pump in and out of you, making you moan and push on his touch. “Another one. Put in another one, please Steve.” you gasped out, and he followed, willing to do anything for you, anything as well as you kept moaning, and kissing him, and begging him for more, and… “Fuck, just like that…” you cried out.

His dick was twitching like crazy, leaking on his thigh as he took in just how… Heavenly you looked. On your black lace underwear, smeared red lipstick, messy hair, glossy eyes… You looked like an angel, no, like a god.

A god he would die to worship.

And he surely felt like cumming when his fingers slightly curved and hit that spot inside you that pulled out a whimper from your mouth. He wanted more. More of you falling apart. So he curved them once again, and again, and… But before he could know it, he found himself being pushed and laying on his back. “Wh—What?” he tried and ask. Had he done something wrong? If he had… But his voice died out when you were taking off your bra, and he felt like choking. They were perfect — it’s not like he had ever seen tits before, but if he had he would have thought the same—. They looked so soft… And your nipples, erect from lust… He just wanted to suck and bite on them.

He moaned when you rocked against his hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against his cock. “y/n… Shit.” he could feel the dampness on the cloth, the heartbeat of your pussy against him.

“Too much, pretty boy?” you smirked, grabbing his wrists to lead his hands towards your breasts. His big hands made you sigh when his fingers felt the plump of them, thumbs rolling your nipples…

“y/n…” he breathed out when you leaned in to kiss his neck and chest, marking him all up as he whimpered below you, loosing himself on the way your hips thrusted against his, your lips on his skin, your warm own in between his fingers… On the way your bare cunt felt against cock once you’ve gotten rid of your panties, slick coating his length as you slid against him. The two of you moaned before you could find yourself to hum in answer, eyes meeting his glossy and dazed ones. “More…” he whimpered, needing more, more of you. He noticed the hesitation in your eyes before his lips parted once again, “Please…” his hips thrusting upwards against your core, making you groan.

“So pretty begging…” you muttered before kissing him so deep and wet that he was left shivering.“You want to fuck me, hm? Want to fuck me, Stevie?” you teased, pressing down against him and making him moan as he nodded. “Want to fuck me raw? Want to cum inside?” he was whimpering when your hand took his cock, sliding it in between your lips, lubing him up.

“Yes, yes, yes… Pleasepleaseplease… Can I fuck you? Please, y/n, oh please. Let me fuck you, please…” tears swelled his eyes at the feeling of you lining him against you, pressing down, teasing him with every false thrust of your hips. He needed to be inside you, needed to make you cum, needed to cum inside, needed you…

“How can I say no if you ask so nicely, hm?” you whispered against his lips before you’d start to sink down on his cock, moaning at the burn of the stretch, of him breaking you in half. It felt so painfully good you found yourself sinking your nails on his chest, moaning as he bottomed out. “Shit, so big…”

“Fuck.” he breathed out, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you felt so tight, so warm, so wet… His fingers dug on your hips to keep you still when you were fully seated on his dick. By the way he was twitching inside of you and how his breath sounded strained, you knew he was trying his best to not cum. So you waited it out, both of you did. You were grateful to have time to get used to his size, because he was surely not small, and the position only made him reach deeper inside of you. A moan left his lips when your started to slightly grind on him, you biting down on your lip as he whimpered. “y/n…”

You slowly rose ‘till only the tip stood inside before slamming your hips back down, moaning when he hit your g spot and hearing him groan. “You like that, pretty boy? Your virgin dick seems to, twitching like crazy inside of me.” you teased him, chuckling slightly when he nodded —too pussy drunk already— before starting to fuck yourself on his cock like the two of you needed.

And as your pace quickened, the more moans, pants and whines left both your lips.

“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgi—“ he was a babbling mess as he watched you jump up and down his dick —incoherent, moaning and whimpering, words becoming lost—, the sound of your juices filling the room along with the slapping of sweaty skin. You chuckled at his messed up appearance and crooked glasses.

“He can’t listen to you now, baby. Your moans suffocate it.” you smirked when he let out a whimper as you fucked him harder, kissing his neck and biting down on the skin. It was all so overwhelming… Your velvet lips leaving red stains all over his body, the prettiest tits bouncing up and down with every jump on his cock, your soft moans and sighs of pleasure against his ear, the way you ground your puffy clit on his happy — and now soaked— trail, the way your warm and soaked pussy sucked him in every time his dick will pull out… It was too much, too much that the brunette could feel tears stinging his eyes, threatening to spill over his flushed cheeks.

It surely was too much, but at the same time not enough.

He whined when you pushed yourself up and away, flopping on your shoulders in front of him under his confused gaze. You gave him a playful smile before parting your legs, letting your pulsing, stretched wet hole show only for him. His dilated pupils latched to it, not letting go as one of your hands came to it to spread your sticky lips. He felt his mouth water, gulping loudly. “Why don’t you come fuck me like you’ve been wanting since this afternoon, hm? Don’t need to be a good boy with me, Stevie.” he was quick to sit up and crawl his way over to you, enchanted by your sweet voice as if some enchantment had fogged his mind. He was even quicker to discard his glasses aside, unable to see no longer through the glass.

You gasped for air when he pushed in between your legs, and before you knew it, he was pushing his hard and big fat cock back inside of you in a quick and harsh thrust, making you grip and sink your nails on his shoulder blades as he started to relentlessly fuck you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned on his ear, legs crossing over his hips and ass and heels digging on it to press him closer and deeper inside of you. “That’s it, shit.” you cursed in between heavy breaths, hearing him grunt.

He was hard, fast and needy, now being you the mumbling mess as you tugged on his hair and his lips sucked on your tits, biting your nipples and bruising the skin of your neck and chest, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere, kneading your soft skin as he moaned against it. “Fuck Steve, that’s it, baby…” your body was buried and shook on the sheets with every new thrust, sliding up and down the duvet. He was fucking the brains out of you.

You gasped for air when one of his hands gripped your neck, pinning you to the bed as his hips harshly clashed against yours. You smirked when he groaned at your tight and pulsing walls. “I knew you had it in you. Not that of a good boy anymore, huh?” He whined when your fingers tugged harder on his hair, hips staggering at the pleasure as his eyes squeezed shut. He was in a daze. “You like that pretty boy?” you teased, moaning when his grip around your neck tightened and he gave you a extremely harsh thrust that pressed just on the right spot, making your thighs shake and a needy and loud moan leave your lips, crying out for him to fuck you harder, to fuck you just like that.

You could feel the coil on your lower stomach, every new hit on your g spot making you get closer and closer to that high and making your walls milk his twitching cock. “Shit, y/n…” his lips parted in a whimper, his hand leaving your neck to take a hold on your hips and seek more of that tight grip, of those pretty moans of yours… He dragged you down on cock with every push of his hips, pulling from you to reach deeper inside. You could feel his tip brushing your cervix.

“Steve i’m close, fuck, i’m so close baby, gonna cum all over your dick, shit.” you were choking on your words, even more when one of his hands sneaked down your stomach in between the two of you so his fingertips would press against your clit, making you scream.

Your moans got muffled when he kissed you, his tongue pushing inside your mouth as his thrusts lost their rhythm, too close to cumming inside your sopping cunt. “y/n, y/n, y/n…” he could feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm approaching right beside his. He wouldn’t last, you knew that. “fuck, ah, y/n I’m gonna…, I’m—“

One of your hands came up to his face, your thumb pressing against his bottom lip as he rested his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your face. “Cum inside. Inside, please Steve, please…” you breathed out, eager, begging, gone. His eyebrows knitted together as his lips fell on a moan, dick twitching as he pumped inside of you one, two, three more times before painting your insides in white, making you moan at the fullness. He was spilling out with every new thrust, whimpering due to the stimulation but still eager to make you come, to make you feel good.

“Oh shitshitshitshit…” you muttered, your hips following his as you felt yourself seconds away from your own release.

“Cum for me, y/n, please? Please, y/n, please…” he begged, driving you over the edge and making you cum so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes, his fingertips rubbing your clit to extend your orgasm.

He groaned when your walls squeezed him so hard he felt like he could cum once again.

The two of you stayed still as you came down from your highs. You were sticky with cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away, and he didn’t seem to despise the idea of holding you for a little longer.

Now Steve understood. He finally understood how even a creature as perfect as Lucifer couldn’t had helped falling to the deep depths of hell. All it took was the perfect sin, the perfect poison.

And Steve was sure to had found his in you.

a/n;

sub inexperienced steve has me kicking my feet and shit, WEEPING. but anyways… i hoped y’all liked this stevie as much as i did! love you all!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<333

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lets-try-some-writing · 5 months

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I find it funny that in your 3rd category for the relationship between Primus and Unicron is basically flipped for me. My AUs using that type of relationship typically has Unicron as the chill one who goes with the flow and Primus as the rigid one where everything must go exactly as plan, no exceptions.

This mostly came to me from thinking how hilarious it would be if the perceptions on order and chaos were flipped in in reality. Like, order is almost always equated as good and chaos for evil. But what it weren't so black and white? In fact, why not just swap it a little?

Why does chaos have to be evil? Look at evolution, isn't that chaotic? All those little bugs that make humans, plants, bacteria etc into somehow existing. Unicron really doesn't need to interfere with the universe as it makes chaos on its own. That's good enough for him as when he does interfere, he does it with purpose and a goal in mind which makes it actual lean a little more towards order.

Order has shown itself to be evil multiple times. It is not random, it is thought out plans, strict organization with little allowance for chaos. Primus hates how so many things are out of his control, so he tries to bring them under his control. Everything must go exactly how he envisions it, regardless of how those under him think otherwise. Biological organisms are created from chaos, fragile and unpredictable in their abilities to live and think. Anything mechanical is built with a specific purpose to fulfill and when it can no longer complete it or something else does it better, why let it continue to take up room? Why allow it to exist when it is no longer useful?

Primus must make the universe in his image. Unicron could care less about what the universe does, but he doesn't take lightly of someone trying to force their rule upon it.

Funnily enough, this matches the theme I have going for my Grim Dark Archives Au-

Yeah I love a Primus who doesn't necessarily MEAN to be corrupt, but his desire for order is so all consuming that he cannot help but seek out dominion over all that is and will be. Meanwhile Unicron just wants to watch the universe run its course. Stars will be born and die, empires will rise and fall. Unicron will watch is all in joy, observing with glee as reality twists and changes in new and unexpected ways.

I love to imagine them as two pieces of the same broken whole. In the end they both want something to exist. But they are so focused on either eliminating the order or imposing it that things crumble all around them. Truly, it is rather tragic. I imagine the only reason Unicron wishes to destroy it all is because he feels that is the only way to ensure Primus cannot control reality.

In his mind, at least if everything is dead, it is free from Primus's grasp.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #unicron #primus #aligned continuity #cybertronian worldbuilding

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rpstartersinc · 1 year

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* 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐔𝐍.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ don't be merciful, don't come back like snow white and the huntsman. ”

“ i've never been to a funeral, i wouldn't have come to this one if i'd known there'd be a dead person. ”

“ i know how emotional occasions like this can be. ”

“ i think we'll manage. ”

“ as soon as he clicks his fingers, you come running. ”

“ is this actually your car? ”

“ i don't make the rules. ”

“ what do you remember? ”

“ i really thought she was my soulmate. ”

“ he might've tied her up and now he's using us as bait. ”

“ we're hansel and fucking gretel. ”

“ i told you not to come in here. ”

“ i've been lied to all my life. ”

“ a jellyfish has no heart and no brain, yet it lives. what could be scarier than that? ”

“ i told you, you can't smoke it straight from the plants! ”

“ women seem to keep drifting away from me. ”

“ you look very cold. ”

“ driving slow in this kind of car is more suspicious. ”

“ who is sitting next to me right now? who, fucking... pablo escobar? ”

“ if you're going to do something ridiculous, i don't want to miss it. ”

“ you saw the blood on the laptop, right? ”

“ why do i have to wait in the car? ”

“ two types of people wear sunglasses in the dark, blind musicians, and cunts. ”

“ not who you were expecting? ”

“ if that sequence of events does not transpire exactly as described, i will murder you, slowly. ”

“ this is your fault. ”

“ if we stay here, we're fucked. ”

“ i can't leave him there, looks like... i killed him. ”

“ don't be sorry, just be helpful. ”

“ why did they do that? why did they shoot him? ”

“ i don't let personal matters get in the way of business. ”

“ did i say to stop? ”

“ can you just... can you stop disappointing me? ”

“ don't shoot anyone until i tell you to. ”

“ i just like it. what's that called? when you can't stop picturing bullets ripping through human flesh. ”

“ i don't wanna kill anyone. ”

“ none of that's secret, it's private. ”

“ what tracker? there's no tracker, this isn't james bond! ”

“ i'm keeping us alive. ”

“ you are the reason that we are running for our lives right now! ”

“ excuse me for taking an opportunity when i saw one. ”

“ no one's ever given me shit. ”

“ we're supposed to be keeping a low profile! ”

“ i used to have a terrible appetite for destruction on me. ”

“ do you think we're safe? ”

“ a great artist knows when to stop. ”

“ i should have known it was you. ”

“ you love a grand entrance. ”

“ your body count shouldn't define you. ”

“ can we just stop talking about death? ”

“ how is love going to make you strong? ”

“ i just fucking killed someone! ”

“ i hear nothing but empty words from everyone. please, i need you to say something real. ”

“ people have died. it just needs to stop, doesn't it? ”

“ breaking and entering is a crime, you know. ”

“ i know you're withholding information. ”

“ i bet they're fucking terrified of you. ”

“ there's no one who will help you out there. ”

“ people respect me, they listen to me. ”

“ you're ruthless, i like that. ”

“ what do you do on a day like this? ”

“ i don't think i can handle prison. ”

“ you shot my fucking phone! ”

“ you don't shoot friends! ”

“ you better not have broken my nose. ”

“ will you shut the fuck up! i'm trying to hear a bird. ”

“ i have a code. ”

“ bit of fun, never mind the consequences to yourself or anybody else. ”

“ you're gonna lecture me? you murder people for money! ”

“ i put up barriers between myself and the world, and there is, there's an isolation. ”

“ for the first time in my life, i'm making an actual choice. ”

“ i am not your friend. ”

“ could i come with you? ”

“ that wasn't part of the arrangement. ”

“ you have no idea what i'm capable of. ”

“ you shouldn't mess with friendship. ”

“ everywhere the awe-inspiring landscapes, i like to be the one inspiring awe. ”

“ you can be driven to do extraordinary things, things you didn't even know were inside of you, that no one understands.. ”

“ some of the things i've done... it's like i'm infected. ”

“ you can act tough all you want... ”

“ there's no reason for violence. ”

“ you're just making it worse. ”

“ i'm sorry i disappointed you, but you disappointed me too. ”

“ i'm sick of pretending i'm something i'm not. ”

“ get away from me, get back! ”

“ you tried to fucking kill me! ”

“ you said you wanted us to get to know each other. ”

“ it's me, i'm getting you out of here. ”

“ that's my fucking sore leg! ”

“ because i said to, now do it and shut up. ”

“ people like me don't get to be in that world. ”

“ my body, my do-whatever-the-fuck-i-feel-like. ”

“ friends for life? fucking bollocks. ”

“ you think i would join you? ”

“ do not sit there waiting for him to find you! ”

“ people get hallucinations, there's like treatment for that shit. ”

“ people see death, they all have the same thought. don't be next, be the survivor. ”

“ you don't just get something because you say you want it. ”

“ be someone people want to be around. ”

“ why is there dead bodies everywhere? ”

“ you came back. ”

“ we look out for each other, that's the rule. ”

#( sentence. )#sentence starters #sentence meme #rp starters #rp meme #then you run #tv series #crime #drama

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grainsaucer · 1 year

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WaWC Magic

I think the core of magic for #Warrior and Warlock Cats AU for me is the idea that it's not something you can simply throw at someone and be rid of them.

To me, it's more like being a good orator. In essence, you are trying to convince reality to make an exception for you and bend the rules to serve your purpose. From simple things, like making a flask of water boil just by warming it up with your hands, to more complicated things like urging a plant to bear fruit in winter.

And in the same sense that there isn't just one type of magic in other settings, there is not just a single functioning type of oration in WaWC. While in my head they're categorized into "archetypes" I think each cat has their own brand of magic, so disregards these if you want to do something of your own.

Wizards, in my head, are people who see beyond today, they focus on ideas, concepts, and futures. They're never content with how things are now, always playing for a different outcome. Of course, constantly looking into the future makes them irritable, cynical, and lonely. Their magic exists in a paradoxical polarity, magic based on logic. To this effect, they utilize staves, gems, and areas where nature and reality have been bent before. They're orators who work you down through flaws in your argument while presenting a strong point themselves.

Seers are cats connected with life and the now. Their powers are gifts that they pass onto others, they are more intermediaries doing what must be done for the sake of today. They are connected with people and the land, helping wherever and whenever they can, as fast as they can. Inevitably this leaves them with a deep melancholy and their acceptance of outcomes can lead to complacency as well as rigidity. Rituals and herbs coupled with ancestral and natural gifts are their domain. As orators, you can think of them as the kind of people who don't always make the soundest arguments, but their sincerity can win you over.

Alchemists are a conclusion of the two. Using today to build a better tomorrow, they are makers rather than users. Their ultimate goal is discovery, rather than preservation or recuperation. This leaves them vulnerable to manipulation, as they can often be misled both by their lack of trust in their own power and by others looking to use theirs. Potions, curatives, ointments, and poisons are their domain. Since they don't need to be present for any of those to be useful, their tools tend to have an impact on more cats than they intended. Think of them as people who instead of arguing, prefer to present evidence to support their arguments. Evidence, which can be misconstrued and misused.

#warrior cats fantasy #wc au #warrior cats au #wc fantasy #wc anthro #wc art #Warrior and Warlock Cats AU #WaWC AU

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genesisgijinka · 7 months

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I have returned with another essay on worldbuilding.

Part one: Design.

Your world has more animalistic pokemon. Going for a more... Adapted to a real functioning world where physics and biology are mostly in accordance with how it would work here.

My favourite example of this is this post. In it is pictured a Gardevoir. I don't know if the design is still accurate, but said gardevoir is less a funny alien creature and instead an elongated owl.

Another amazing example of this is the Power Scale post. The beastly legendaries and especially Arcy look sick. With "unrealistic" features like Arcy's fence gate being adapted into much more believable features/body parts.

That being said, we get to

Part 1.5: The Point

With most pokemon being animal-ified, there are some where that just isn't realy feasible. Good contenders for this are the magnemite line, a ton of Grass types and otherwise plant pokemon, and a bunch of object pokemon

small list of examples: Chandelure, klefki, Sudowoodo, oddish, bellsprout, shroomish, grimer, gastly, voltorb, Porygon, Koffing, Cofagrigus, and Ditto. (to be honest, ditto needs its own section)

How would you handle pokemon like that?

I kind of like the idea of naturally occuring mechanical life. You open up a dead Magnezone and there's just a load of gears and electric components in there. (imagine steampunk but with electricity instead of steam)

similarly, How would Gijinka of robotic/ object mons work?

Part 2: Pokespeak

In the anime all Pokemon speak Pokespeak. With pokemon being more animalistic, How do you handle them communicating?

Same question with the sentient mons situation from the anime. Most if not all pokemon on the protagonist's team (COUGH Pikachu) are of similar intelligence as a human, they have complex logic, can read, experience the entire spectrum of emotion, can perfectly understand language, etc.

How does that work?

That'll be it for now.

Part 1-1.5

Yep, gardevoir design is still accurate. Most of my design process for figuring out how I'm going to interpret pokemon design is deviating from a lot of common things that I see. Continuing with the gardevoir example, it's one of those pokemon that you don't google bc everyone just turns it into a booby waifu. I looked at the face and kinda went, 'Hey, that looks like the facial disk of an owl,' and started there.

For things that aren't easily interpreted, I switch to scribbling around with shapes. The Arceus fence thing was more inspired by the biblically accurate angels thing from the book of Revelations bc i thought that was funny lol. Sometimes I just give up tho and things like sylveon still gets it's weird ribbon things bc it's a Fey and they are not beholden to normal rules.

Other ways I design pokemon is by trying to figure out what niche they would fill and how would they have evolved to fill it bc nature is bonkers like that and doesn't like empty spaces. The universe of Genesis is absolutely riddled with ambient energy, so you get things like sentient almost-rocks and minerals or florauna creatures that make up plant types since everything is essentially swimming in a sort of low-key primordial soup. Sometimes a loose spirit just really thinks that chandelier is cool looking and would make a good home. The Good Soup™ makes it easier for that spirit to move its new body and now you have a new pokemon! All that loose energy gives life to things that on our world, would not work. But hey, such is magic-science.

There are lots of different paths I can take, so I don't really have a set process of how I generally do it. And there are so many theories of how certain pokemon came to be - either through in-game lore talked about in the pokedex/from NPCs or someone with their red string on the wall making a spider's web of what's going on in the world of pokemon - that I can take some of those and just run with it. For example; you brought up ditto. Congratulations! You've discovered Prime's "siblings," since I'm using the theory that ditto were Rocket's failed attempts at cloning mew. Little blobs that use the energy of the world around them to craft bodies several times their mass and size, using moves that they don't normally learn.

Robotic/object gijinka would depend on which pokemon is the base form. There's a whole lot of human in a gijinka which keeps things to a mostly human base (this is how I ignore the egg types in gijinka when it comes to reproducing and y'know, keeping your culture alive), so it would mostly boil down to types. If someone was of the magnemite line, they'd have iron/steel deposits in places where the skin is thin, like how Heph does on his knuckles, a characteristic of a steel type gijinka. They'd also be more prone to generating static electricity. Or a doctor giving a vanilluxe gijinka a check up has to have a different base body temperature to test against since ice types have a body temp that runs a little bit cooler than most others (fire types have the opposite problem. Razor has torched off shirt sleeves before, which is why he's almost always in a tank-top of some sort)

Part 2

How do pokemon communicate with each other? Idk, the same way they do in Tarzan. They just, can. Smth smth, pokemon speaking with their hearts, not words. Pokéspeak isn't suuuper well understood, mostly due to not having enough cases to study, but it does very rarely crop up in people from time to time. N is canon to the Genesis timeline (not sure when just quite yet but anyway) and he can fully understand pokemon. Biggest theory is that it's stored away somewhere in the human DNA, a leftover from when pokemon and humans were once considered the same, ala Sinnohian lore. Kinda like how every now and then irl there's a human baby born with a tail. Tail genes are still in our DNA, but it gets switched off at some point during fetal development.

That being said tho, some pokemon have managed to learn human language, in a way. Unown being the starting point for many languages in the world used to communicate more with people back in the day, but now it's considered a mostly dead/slightly resurrected language like Mayan.

The abra line are particularly clever and good at figuring out human patterns. Champion Red from Kanto taught a lot of his pokemon sign language as part of their training and a few of them can sign back at him. He's rarely seen without his kadabra, Pythagoras, and she's the most fluent out of all his pokemon. It's still broken and incomplete tho, kinda like how an african grey parrot would string words together.

A lot of how pokemon speak to each other is mostly body language tho, which even in humans is calculated to make up a whopping 55% of how we communicate with one another (38% is vocal tone and a measly 7% is the actual words and their dictionary definition/context. So it's no wonder why so many people get into arguments on the interwebs with black text on a white background) Pokemon still pick up on all of this, and with their different way of communication, they can still usually pick out human meanings just fine.

#comic ask #thebulletbot #world building #worldbuilding #wb #long post

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secondtolastfr · 1 year

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Predictions for the rest of the festival genes

Starfall - I have a couple ideas- obviously there's a meteor shower / falling star type thing they could do. The only issue would be making it better than Sparkle. They could also do some floaty rune-type stuff, but again, it would need to be different than just Runes. I'm rooting for the former, personally.

Obviously, Aethers will get Starfall, but for the second breed it could go to pretty much any of them. I'm betting on Aberrations, Undertides, or Veilspuns.

Rot (Or whatever they end up calling it) - This one is really hard to predict, mostly because of FR's rules on gore and the like. If the Plaguebringer is anything to go off of, I would say maybe a skull mask and sharp, uneven ridges down the back.

Aberrations will of course get it, and I'm betting on Sandsurges getting it too (and maybe Veilspuns and Gaolers).

Rockbreaker - If I had to guess, it'll be a lot of rocks and maybe gems, probably on the feet of the dragon (and maybe the crown? I'm honestly not sure, I'm basing everything off of the Earthshaker). Like with Starfall and Runes/Sparkle, it'll been to be better than just Gembond- which shouldn't be too hard, haha.

Since the Earth ancient won't be out for a while, I'm guessing Sandsurges and Gaolers will get Rockbreaker.

Crystalline - My guess will be icicles on the wings, a crown of ice and spines of ice leading down to the tip of the dragon's tail, kind of like what the Icewarden has going on:

The only other thing I can think of would be swirling snowflakes, but I don't know how well that would go over.

Gaolers will of course get it- maybe Aethers, or Veilspuns? Not sure.

Trickmurk - I have two ideas here: 1) Pooling shadows beneath the dragon (like with Shadowbinder), and 2) Floating, drifting, abstract shadows (like the Shadow aura). I have high hopes for this one, haha.

Veilspuns, of course, will get the gene. But I could see it going to any other breed, if it's anything like I'm predicting.

Mistral - I've heard people in Wind hope that their gene isn't generic clouds, but I honestly don't know what else the gene would be. I imagine the cloud placement would resemble the Windsinger:

I bet Aethers will get the gene, and Undertides too because they're noodles like the Windsinger.

Wavecrest - Again, looking at the Tidelord, I'm guessing lots of extra fins, bubbles at the feet (and/or maw), and general water-y things.

Besides Undertides, I could see Sandsurges getting it because of how shark-like they are.

Greenskeeper - There are a few options here. Vines, coming down the dragon's back. A small tree (or perhaps a bush), growing out of the dragon's back. Small plants coming out of the ground at the dragon's feet. There's a lot of ideas for execution.

Aequorin mentioned that the breed is "anticipated for late 2023," so hopefully the Nature ancient will be released by then. Like my Trickmurk prediction, I could see it going to any of the other ancients, depending on how it's executed.

Another thing I'm wondering: When we get the Light/Wind/Earth ancients, will they be able to get their elemental fest genes? I know that's way, way into the future, but I wonder how they'll go about that.

#flight rising

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weirdass-cryptid · 3 months

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SHAPE WORLD!!

(No, this is not Flatland or Exwhylia. It is similar, but not the same.) [TW!! Words in red are signs that it may be triggering to some reading, so please go forward carefully!]

It's almost like Flatland, but instead, it also includes 3D and 1D shapes.

Yes, color isn't the usual, but it does exist on some shapes, which isn't attractive in their eye(s).

This will probably be long, but bare with me, here...

STANDARDS:

Shape World society has standards. The thinner, the better (quite literally).

Big, bulky shapes are seen as unattractive, like how humans don't like heavy people (I don't like to use the word 'fat').

Lines, however, are the most attractive. They are seen as elegant.

Of course, this isn't as good as it seems.

Shapes that are seen as better than the usual are expected to be better in every way. As for lines (which are only female), they are expected to be able to read, write, or know how to handle plant life, such as flowers. If a line doesn't do any of these, they won't be liked by their society.

If a shape is lower than the usual, almost nothing is expected of them since nobody cares.

As for the usual, they are set with the basics; know how to do math and do their set job. The most attractive usuals are squares and non-slanted rectangles.

COMMON RULES:

Rules in Shape World are strict, mostly when it comes to youth.

When one is around 18, the parents must decide for a partner for them, as the rules state that they are too immature to choose themselves.

With that comes when shapes get a job, married, and how they have kids.

Shapes are to look for a well-suited job at 19. At 20, they get married. At 23, they try for children.

If the child does not come out 'properly' (is below standard), it is recommended that the parents give it away to a more fitting type (not forced, but happens often).

If the child comes out above standard, it's insisted the parents try for another. The system repeats if the children continue to come out perfectly. This can be damaging.

Many shapes have tried to stop this rule. There are yet to be any responses.

COLOR:

Color is seen as both rare and disgusting.

Some shapes, typically 3D, are born with color. The majority of them are either mistreated or given away because of this.

Some shapes are blind to color.

DARK FACTS [TW! Cannibalism, Suicide.]:

Shape World is a hotspot for shapes from other dimensions to get to, usually for bad reasons (Murder, drugs, etc.).

This makes Shape World unsafe, making some shapes scared to go outside their homes or even lock themselves in a closet.

The ones making this world run have done nothing about this (they never do).

Shape World often runs low on food, and some choose to go to a different dimension when this happens. Others resort to cannibalism. Some try to get through it but then give themselves up to people who need food. Some decide to end their lives. This makes Shape World one of the smallest dimensions in the multiverse.

Joing the Cult of Shape World is also common when people are at their darkest. The cult promises ways to see stars and beautiful scenery without having to leave their homes and families.

This, of course, is a lie.

GOOD THINGS:

Not many good things happen. Shape World is one of the most sickening and saddening places. But this isn't meant to be only talking about the bad.

While there comes a lot of bad, that also brings in people who will understand better what happened. Also, with as little people there, it isn't so active most of the time, so it's safer than meats the eye.

Hope you enjoyed this brief rant!

#shape world #depreshun #rant post

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fratboykate · 2 years

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Yelena babe stop running away from everything. God I love the drama 👌 also out of curiosity who proposed to who?

Six-year-old Ereka is perched on Yelena’s shoulders as they prance around the Whitney Museum Of Art, fleeing from the sweltering New York summer heat. Ereka anchors herself by wrapping her arms around Yelena's head and planting her small hands firmly on the woman’s forehead. When Yelena isn't using her right hand to point at artwork around the room, she instinctively brings it to Ereka's back to add an extra layer of protection. Yelena's other hand holds Kate's. Kate lazily walks next to the spirited duo in silence, an exuberant smile painting her face as she processes their interaction.

The trio transitions from one of the museum’s rooms to the next.

“Painting, photograph, or drawing?”

For the past ten minutes, Yelena has been quizzing Ereka on the type of art they've come across. This time she points to a prismatic, new-age modernist portrait on the wall.

“These are too easy. I’m not five. That’s a painting.”

“What do you like about it then?”

“I think the artist did a good job bringing out the realism of the man’s face and I like how it contrasts with the colors of the background too. It looks nice.”

Kate and Yelena trade glances. No way this kid is real.

One of the ushers in this showroom speed walks over to them.

“Excuse me, ma’am. You can’t have the child on your shoulders. You’re going to have to put her down.”

“Sure. Sorry about that.”

Yelena promptly swings Ereka off her shoulders and gently places the girl on the floor. Ereka looks up at Yelena and protests.

“No, mommy! I liked being there! I got to see the paintings better.”

Kate and Yelena swing their heads in unison to gawk at each other, aghast. Ereka has never called Yelena ‘mom’ before. It has never even been something that has been discussed, yet it just rolled right off her tongue. Like it was nothing. Like she’s been saying it her whole life. They come to a speedy, unspoken consensus not to address it now. Or...ever?

"Sorry, Ri. But it's museum rules. If there's anything you need to look at closely, I can hold you up and then put you back down, okay?"

"No. I liked where I was."

"That's unfortunate because you can't be where you were."

Yelena holds the little girl's hand and scurries off, too afraid that if she allows even a second of lingering, a conversation will need to happen.

Emotional conversations are one of Yelena’s least favorite things. Emotional conversations in public are even higher on her list of disliked things; therefore, if she can avoid both, Yelena will consider this outing a success.

---

Post museum, the triumvirate sits at another prime spot to hide from the heatwave: a pretentious artisanal ice cream shop inside the Chelsea Market.

"...but I think the one I liked the most was Katherine Shimi."

Yelena cracks up with a mouth full of ice cream and spits half of it on the table. Kate shakes her head and wipes the mess down with the napkins she holds to clean Ereka's face continuously.

"Sorry." Yelena turns to Ereka. "Schmidt. Not Shimi, Ri. Schmidt."

"Right. That."

"Say it. Repetition is good for memory. That way, you know next time." Yelena caringly nudges.

"Katherine Schmidt. I really liked her work."

"There you go."

Ereka smiles at Yelena then turns to Kate.

"Can I have another one, mommy? Pwetty pweasssseeeeeeeee. Choccy chips with fudge?"

Ereka calculatingly turns on the baby accent and the puppy dog charm. It is often hard to remember that Ereka is just that, a six-year-old, but it becomes undeniable when she can so quickly flip the switch as she has just done.

"You talked me into a double scoop sundae. You won't eat a third. You're gonna take two bites and I'm gonna have to end up eating the rest. Besides, you already had enough sugar to power ten kids. We don't need more." Ereka is getting ready to pivot toward Yelena and smooth talk her into it, but Kate gets ahead of her. "And don't even try to ask her because the answer will be the same."

"Will it? I'm much more pliable and susceptible to her methods."

Yelena retorts, only half joking. Kate chuckles.

"It will."

"Sorry, kiddo. I tried."

"I can't live in these inhumane conditions. I'm going to emancipate myself one of these days. You'll see."

"Good luck getting a lease at six."

"I'll manage."

"I'm sure you will." Kate leans in and kisses Ereka's forehead. "Finish your ice cream, Lincoln. It's melting because you two talk too much."

"We don't talk too much." Ereka retorts.

"Hardly talk at all." Yelena agrees and they kick off into one of their usual back-and-forth banters.

"Just the right amount."

"Only enough."

"BARELY enough."

"The day I move out, you two are gonna miss me." Kate interrupts.

"She would never." Yelena looks at Ereka and tells her with conviction.

"You would never, mommy."

"Oh, so you're allowed to leave, but I'm not?"

Ereka takes a mouthful of ice cream, nods vigorously, and speaks with her mouth full.

"Yeah. Pretty much."

"You know you should be on my team, right?" Kate asks, playfully irked.

Ereka takes another bite and shrugs.

"My loyalty can't be bought."

"Not bought. Literally birthed you...speaking of..."

Kate looks surreptitiously at Yelena.

"Kate..."

"...You said something earlier..."

"...Don't..."

"...And we'd love to talk to you about it..."

"...No, we wouldn't." Yelena retorts, initially looking directly at Kate, then turning to look at Ereka, more pleading this time. "We wouldn't. It's all good."

"We would. Because it's important."

"It's really not. Casual slip of the tongue. We don't need to make it a big deal."

"You called Yelena 'mom' when we were at the museum."

Yelena grunts under her breath and her head hangs in defeat. It seems like they are having this conversation after all. In public. Fantastic.

"Yeah."

Ereka responds nonchalantly, looking back and forth between the two women.

"Is that...is that something you want to do?" Kate presses further.

"Sure."

"You don't have to. I don't want to force you." Yelena attempts to placate a child that shows zero signs of needing to be coddled.

"You're not forcing me. I don't feel forced. I can do it if you don't mind, but if it makes one of you uncomfortable, I can stop. Miss Johnson says acknowledging people's feelings when addressing them as something is important."

"It doesn't make me uncomfortable." Yelena coyly responds.

"Me neither," Kate adds with a genuine smile.

"Cool...So is that a definite no on another scoop with fudge or..."

Kate chortles, digs into her purse, and hands the kid a loose twenty-dollar bill.

"ONE SCOOP EREKA SHEPHERD. I mean it." Ereka instantly runs off to the stand a few feet away. "If you come back with any more than that, we're eating it."

Yelena looks at Kate blankly for a moment, then...

"Does that mean she's going to call me 'mom' from now on?"

Kate cracks up and leans in.

"I have no idea."

Their lips meet for a quick peck.

"I don’t know either. That conversation had no clear conclusion.”

“But you look weirdly sexy when you're deeply uncomfortable."

Yelena rolls her eyes but steals a kiss regardless.

"You're unbearable."

"Am I?" Yelena nods and Kate kisses her. "You still kissed me back tho."

"Being unbearable doesn't mean you're not REALLY hot. It's a shitty combination. It makes you dangerous."

"Uhm...so..."

Kate and Yelena separate to find Ereka holding a three-scoop banana split.

"Are you kidding me right now?!"

Kate scowls and Ereka flashes her toothy grin, the one missing a single front tooth, back at her disgruntled mother.

"See, the thing is, the guy said this is the best deal they have, so when you think about it, I got the best bang for your buck."

"She's a businesswoman making business moves, Kate."

"Sit your little booty down." Kate grits through her teeth.

"Three scoops, three spoons."

Ereka states with pride as she distributes spoons around the table.

"You're so grounded. No iPad tonight."

"That seems hardly fair. Right, momma?"

Ereka looks at Yelena.

"Nu-uh. You're not about to weaponize that. Nope. Keep me out of it."

Ereka shoves a spoonful into her mouth, staring directly at Yelena.

"Traitor."

"You interested in making it two nights?" Kate threatens.

"There has to be something about this in the constitution. I'm going to check which amendment you're violating when I get my iPad back."

"Yeah, I'm certain the founding fathers were very concerned with your screen time."

Ereka takes a second bite of the barely touched banana split, sits back on her chair, and runs her hands over her distended stomach.

"I'm full, ma."

"Oh...SHOCKER! Who could've ever seen this coming?!" Kate utters, playing up her fake vexation. "Eat up, champ. You supported this 'business move', you help me finish it."

"I'm kinda full to..."

Yelena starts to admit with a guilty grin.

"EAT."

"Yes, boss."

---

After deciding to skip the train and taking the long way home to walk off the insane amounts of cream, sugar, and chocolate they consumed, Ereka arrives home fatigued. Following a quick shower, an early bedtime is a no-brainer.

The little girl lies sideways in bed between Kate and Yelena. Her face is nuzzled into Yelena’s chest while Kate caresses her back.

"What book are you in the mood for tonight?"

Yelena inquires before kissing the top of the little girl's head and starts running her fingers through her still-damp hair.

"No book. Tired. Won't remember."

"Okay. What do you want to do then?"

"Nothing, momma. Just be here with you and mommy."

Kate slides further down the bed, cuddling tighter into her daughter.

"We can do that," Kate replies.

"When do I get my little sister, momma?"

Kate sighs.

"We've had this conversation a million times, Ri."

"I don't like the answer."

"The answer hasn't changed."

"When will it change?"

"The answer to that hasn't changed either."

"I don't like it."

"You've made that clear and your complaints have been taken up directly to management."

"The management here sucks." Ereka quips without missing a beat and Yelena snickers.

"You need to go to sleep." Kate nudges the tiny blonde while kissing the back of her head.

"I need a sister. That's what I need."

"If you go to sleep, maybe you'll wake up with one." Kate attempts to bargain.

"I won't."

"But you could. Anything is possible." Ereka lets out a tiny, peeved grunt. "Unreal. You two are the same person."

"No, we're not." Ereka and Yelena argue simultaneously.

"Right."

"She packs a lot more stubbornness in a way smaller body. You should be concerned. Imagine when she's my size. Trouble."

"Okay. Bye. Shhhhh. Night."

"Are you kicking us out of your room?" Kate stares at her daughter, perplexed.

"It's supposed to be bedtime and you're talking."

"For someone who loooooves to talk about dictators, you sure act like a pint-sized one."

"You can stay if you're quiet."

"You're being very rude right now, Ereka." Kate admonished her. The little girl doesn't respond.

The room falls into perfect stillness for a while until, without warning, Ereka swiftly flips in bed to face Kate. The girl cups her mother’s face with her tiny hands and kisses her cheeks.

"I'm sorry. That was a little mean. I didn't mean to be. I love you and I like you being here for bedtime with me a lot, mommy. You can talk if you want to. It's okay."

Just as hastily as she turns to Kate, Ereka pivots to the opposite side to face Yelena. She also cups Yelena's face with her hands and kisses her cheek.

"I didn't want to be rude. I was upset for a little bit and got frustrated and didn't know how to say it, so I was mean." She quickly throws a glance at Kate over her shoulder. "I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, mommy..." Then turns back to Yelena. "...but bedtime with you is my favorite because you always pick the best books and do the best story times, momma. So I'm happy you're here and if you want to talk with mommy, it's okay. I won't be frustrated. I'm really sorry I was rude about it before."

Yelena surveys Ereka's face and is pummeled by the earnestness and vulnerability staring back at her. She's overcome by the need to wrap her arms around the little girl, so she does. They embrace tightly.

"Apology accepted...Thank you."

"You're welcome, momma."

Ereka feels safe and cozy being held by Yelena. As a direct result, she rapidly starts to fade. Ereka yawns into Yelena’s neck and her eyes close.

"You're so tired, Ri."

Kate whispers behind them while bringing her hand to rub soothing circles on Ereka's back. Ereka nods and slowly lies on the mattress, facing Kate this time. She buries her face into Kate's neck while Yelena sits on the opposite edge of the bed, beholding what she is now certain are the two loves of her life.

Within seconds Ereka is sound asleep. Not long after, Kate and Yelena manage to tiptoe out.

---

Kate and Yelena go through their own bedtime routine without much fanfare. Teeth are brushed, faces are cleansed, and hair is braided. There is nothing special about this night or the t-shirt and shorts combinations they decided to wear, nothing that triggered an unusual reaction in Yelena. But as Kate is slipping into bed, holding whatever random book she pulled from the perennially growing stack on her nightstand, Yelena blurts out words from where she stood, unceremoniously digging through her sock drawer, picking socks for the following day.

“Marry me.”

Yelena turns, still holding green socks with pizza slices on them.

“What?”

"I want you to marry me."

"Uh..."

Kate is nonplussed, not because she's hesitant but perplexed by the entire visual she's looking at. Her girlfriend is in a braid, wearing striped boxers that are so oversized it's a miracle they stay on Yelena's body half the time, a lobster t-shirt from Yelena's old college job at a lobster shack, holding pizza socks that have a hole on the heel but that Yelena refuses to throw away because an old friend gifted them to her, and asking Kate to marry her.

“She called me mom. I don’t ever want to let that kid down again. I already did once and I hate myself every time I remember...I don’t have a ring, which might be better because you’re picky and I’d be able to tell if you hated the one I got. As far as poker faces go, you have the worst one. I’m not going anywhere. Not again. Not unless you want me to. So marry me. I want her to know her calling me that means something.”

“So you’re only asking because of Ri?”

“No...NO...I...” That’s when Kate cracks a smile. “You’re an asshole.”

Kate closes the distance from the bed to their dresser and wraps her arms around Yelena's neck, pinning the shorter woman against the piece of furniture.

“It means more that she’s the reason you’re doing it.”

“She’s not. You are. I mean...she’s part of the reason, but I want to marry YOU. I do get that it’s a package deal. I’ll happily take the combo meal. Supersize it.”

"I love how much you love her. Makes me love you even more."

"I do love her. I wish she was my kid all the time. She deserves a better dad anyway."

"Shhh...let's not talk about him right now."

"You're right. Sorry. Maybe we can give her that little sister she wants...we can start trying right now."

Yelena inverts their positions, pinning Kate against the dresser, then lifting her and setting her on it.

"I don't think you got the birds and bees conversation right, love. We got two queen bees here. We're kinda missing the bird bit."

"Maybe if we try really, REALLY hard. I like hard."

"I know you do...I'm not ready. For a baby. Not yet."

"Okay. We can wait."

"Okay."

"But you are ready to be Kate Belova then?"

Yelena detects the shift in Kate's face.

"What? What did I say?"

"I felt like I lost a piece of myself when I changed my last name to Tom's. I don't think I fully realized it while we were married, but I noticed it when I got my name back. It sounds silly, but I love being Kate Bishop."

"I shouldn’t have assumed. That was arrogant and shitty of me. I’m really sorry."

"Stop...I do want everyone to know I locked down the hottest, sexiest, smartest lawyer in New York. How do you feel about hyphenating?"

"I love a good hyphen."

"Bishop-Belova. The B-B fam. Kind of epic."

"You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you? You know exactly what ring you want and you have pictures somewhere. I just know it."

"No. No. Noooo...A lot. All the time. Been dying to be your wife since about week three. The ring is bookmarked under 'full birth chart breakdown'. It's the one thing I knew you'd never click."

"Woooow. I'm THAT charming. Okay, Mrs. Bishop-Belova."

"Don't let it go to your head. It's big enough as it is."

"It's as big as it needs to be."

They close the distance and kiss. The intensity grows almost instantly. Yelena pulls back unexpectedly.

"You haven't said 'yes'."

"Huh?"

"You never said you'll marry me."

"I think it was more than implied."

"You have to say yes."

Kate sighs and rolls her eyes.

"You're such a pain in my ass. Ask me again. Which...if I remember correctly...you didn't even ask to begin with. You made a statement, so...present it as a question I can actually answer this time."

"And I'm the pain in the ass?"

They exchange smiles.

"Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, will you make me the happiest person alive right this second and marry me?"

"Naaaah, I don't think so. I'm flattered tho." Yelena grunts, miffed. Kate yanks her in for a searing kiss. "Of course, I will. And before you complain, try to lawyer me, or do one of your adorable, non-verbal, cavewoman grunt things at me...yes. That is a resounding, indisputable, nonrefundable yes to being your wife from me."

"Good."

Their lips meet and they get lost in each other's mouths and bodies for longer than they'd like to admit. As clothes start flying off, Kate interrupts with a vital question.

"So when are you buying me this ring again?"

Yelena chuckles into her fiancee's mouth, refusing to let words derail their current situation.

"First thing Monday."

"Right answer."

Seconds later, Kate is under Yelena, her face pressed by the blonde's hands into the duvet, ensuring the brunette's moans are muffled, so their daughter sleeps peacefully through the night.

#my new year's gift #cant say i never gave y'all anything lol #3.2k words #of pure fucking fluff #did even hurt you one bit at the end #AND YOU KNOW HOW HARD THAT IS FOR ME CUZ I ALWAYS SNEAK IT IN #kymau #kymaup #anonymous #answers

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Choosing one character from each dorm (Housewarden, vice Housewarden, or regular student) describe how you think they would enjoy a museum date! 🥰💜

Hello friend! Thank you for the ask! Let's get started! I love museums and I think going through them is fun, but let's set some guidelines.

First, museums can hold a wide range of topics so I'm not going to base this on a specific type of museum. If I did then the subject matter alone would knock out some characters from considering them under "enjoying a museum date".

So, I'm going to base this on the general aspects of a museum: displays that give information, sometimes have some interactive elements, a few live shows in certain areas by performers/workers of the museum, a screening room for films on the museum's topic matter, a café/restaurant because all good museums need at least one, and a gift shop.

This is long, so it's under a cut.

My List of One (1) Twisted Wonderland character per dorm that I think would enjoy a museum date

Heartslaybul - Riddle

Museum dates have everything I think Riddle would love: information, multiple displays to look at, strict guidelines for behaviour, and a place to grab tea afterwards. Yes, Riddle would love to go on a museum date. For the topic, I think Riddle would be fine with anything as he strikes me as someone who loves learning and appreciates expanding his knowledge on any topic.

Pros:

-Willing to go to any kind of museum due to his love of learning

-Genuinely wants to look at the displays and see all the sites

-Genuinely wants to talk about the exhibits whoever he's with over tea once they're done looking at the exhibits.

Cons:

-When I said he wants to look at all the displays, I mean it. He will read EVERYTHING and you cannot move until he's done.

-You have to follow his schedule, meaning you cannot switch which exhibit you're going too. He's even mapped out any live events or films you want to see perfectly into the schedule. Good for seeing everything, bad for improvisation.

-Following the rules is also a MUST. If that sign says "No photos here" they MEAN it and you cannot break the rule. This also means no sneaking a kiss in the dark or something because public indecency is BAD. At least you convinced him holding hands isn't part of public indecency.

-There will be a quiz afterwards and you need to pass otherwise he'll feel the date wasn't successful.

-Tea is a must and if you aren't a tea person I'm sorry but you're wrong. (Sorry, my tea opinions. I'm joking.)

Savanaclaw: Jack

Look, in my heart Jack's the only one in Savanaclaw who would enjoy a museum date. He has the patience to look at the exhibits, likes reading the plaques with information, and finds the slightly overpriced gift shops charming. For the topic, Jack would love a horticulture museum or a conservatory with thousands of plants. Big bonus if there are cacti.

Pros:

-Jack will go through the exhibits and not rush you along! He likes looking around and learning about the topics too! Not afraid to switch things around and skip exhibits if you're not interested.

-He's filled with plant knowledge and will probably get into light conversation with other patrons/workers over displays.

-Not afraid to do the interactive elements! Even if it's a live show, he'll be willing to step up which makes the experience more memorable.

-Will buy you that oversized, slightly pricey stuffed cacti with a cartoon face because you batted your eyes and said "please".

Cons:

-If there are too many people, Jack's sensitive hearing and nose will overload and he may need to step outside or rush through an exhibit if it's super loud.

-Attracts too many curious kids who haven't learned personal boundaries and want to tug on his tail or pet his ears.

-Wants to take some of the cacti home and you have to remind him that they're part of the museum/conservatory.

Octavinelle: Azul

A museum you say? Information about a niche topic Azul is fascinated by? A chance to see what draws customers to an establishment? Potential business deal with the museum's restaurant to partner with Monstro Lounge? Say no more! He'd be delighted to go with you on this business ven— I mean date! I'm sorry, but Azul can't leave his capitalism behind for your date. As for museum, Azul would love one that's Geological based: talking about both the ocean and land.

Pros:

-Azul has all his ocean facts! You have a question or follow up thought about an exhibit? Say no more, Azul will happily tell you! He's also not a slouch with land based knowledge as, like Riddle, he's very studious.

-May have a small schedule made of places he's most interested in seeing, but has no problem adding your preferences in to maximize your time.

-Will pick a museum with an Excellent restaurant so you'll eat super well. Azul has STANDARDS and no date of his will eat subpar food.

Cons:

-Azul's knowledge is too good and he may accidentally attract a crowd who believe he works at the museum or is a guest speaker. This sometimes makes leaving a challenge.

-Will grumble if they have even the slightest mistake or nitpick about the information on the ocean. He will proceed to "correct" this "gross misconception" even though it's all a technicality. You just have to let this slide.

-He is taking notes, as I said above, about what draws patrons into the museum and restaurant. Will do data collecting on the menu at the restaurant and will nitpick anything. Ordering can take forever as he's quizzing the poor server. Also is trying to secure a deal with the restaurant to promote Monstro Lounge.

Scarabia: Jamil

I think between Kalim and Jamil, Jamil would like a museum date more. He's patient and knowledgeable while also enjoying learning. For the museum I think Jamil would love one centred around the history of a specific country or location, as he likes travel.

Pros:

-Jamil, like Riddle, is prepared on the date! You'll see all the exhibits and places! Also like Riddle, Jamil knows many things, though I feel this will be a learning experience for the both of you. This means you can share the experience of learning with Jamil and that's special.

-Jamil has no problem holding hands the entire time, gently guiding, but also willing to take time at each exhibit.

-He has no problem sharing food at the restaurant, which I think is a fun, classic date move!

-At the gift shop he will stop you from overspending. He can help enforce a hard limit should spending be an issue. He can also help choose between items too!

Cons:

-Anyone "suspicious" gets too close and it's game over for them. Jamil is too used to assassins and other ill intentions going after Kalim and he can't turn that off. I'm sorry. This may result in getting scolded by the staff or even kicked out...

-Will not participate in any interactive event unless he's looked EVERYTHING over and deemed there to be no traps or harmful elements.

-This same suspicion goes to the food at the restaurant so it might be best if Jamil packs a picnic lunch and do that separate from the museum.

-May accidentally get into an "information" battle with the staff when you're at the Scalding Sands exhibit because Jamil knows too much about his hometown. He's just a tad prideful.

Pomefiore: Rook

Please know in my heart Vil is included in this as I live by the rule "do not separate them" and "Everyone has two hands" and "OT3s rule my life". I'm so sorry... I have RookVil brain rot. Anyways, I picked Rook specifically to talk about because while I think Vil likes museums, he doesn't like obscuring himself in public. The chance of people recognizing him is too high. For the museum it has to be an art museum. There is simply no other way with Rook.

Pros:

-You want to learn about a specific piece or artist? Wow, Rook suddenly found a museum with that specific piece or artist's collection! Isn't that amazing? No, he did not spend hours searching for the perfect museum for you...

-Rook knows so much about art! Not just the piece and technique itself, but also about the artist. You need not join a single guided tour or ask a worker as Rook can do all the explaining.

-He loves holding hands the entire time and sneaking kisses. Rook is just so in love and wants to express it! It's sickeningly sweet. Though, if that's not your thing, he'll happily oblige.

-100% willing to take photos! Either of the art pieces, if allowed, or of you two to commemorate the date. All his photos are perfect and deserve to be in a photography magazine.

-Rook will pay for the meal. No, don't try to argue with him. He is the one arranging the date and so he wants to pay for everything. Next time he'll allow himself to be treated, but this time it's on him.

-See something you want at the gift shop? It's bought. See something you didn't know you wanted but as soon as Rook buys it you know it's perfect? Yeah, that happens.

Cons:

-Rook will poetically explain a piece loudly with all the random French sprinkled in. I hope you've kept up with learning some French... Rook is too into his speech to translate.

-Will get into "passionate conversations" over pieces of art with anyone. Is also prone to dunking on people by displaying his knowledge of the arts.

-Casually mention off hand that you really like a piece? Rook is calling a worker over asking how much it is. Please, put that wallet down, Rook! All the art is super expensive!!!

-If anyone bothers you they'll be sorry :) Later, of course! Rook has to treat his date to The Perfect Date first.

Ignihyde: Idia

Okay, first know that under ANY normal circumstance you're not getting Idia out on a museum date. Nope! He's staying huddled at home where the Wi-Fi is, cuddled under blankets and pillows, playing his games. However, he will come out to the museum for two (2) exhibits: space and an anime exhibit. That's right, anime sometimes do exhibits of costumes and facts about the series too! Twisted Wonderland did it as a matter of fact! So, pick either one of those and Idia has a high chance of coming out, especially the anime one if it's limited time.

Pros:

-Tickets? Maps? Any information about the exhibit? Idia has it. He has it a week before the exhibit and purchase was released to the public. Do not ask how.

-Strategies. Idia has an entire game plan to optimize your time and see the parts you're both interested in. He also has the "correct" time to go to the exhibit AKA when there are as few people as possible.

-Knows so much about the exhibit. He's practically a walking, talking, breathing encyclopedia. If there is anything you don't know he'll either tell you on the spot or look it up with ease. I will note this is only for an anime exhibit. For space he only cares about the parts he's interested in, discarding the rest.

-Any limited edition merch is already ordered and bought. Anything else you want at the gift store? He'll buy it. Idia has a ridiculous amount of money so it's easy for him.

Cons:

-Idia gets into rage debates with people over aspects of any anime/game. Does not have to be part of the exhibit. Someone could off-handed say something wrong and Idia is there to correct. Please, Idia, step back... you'll get kicked out.

-Hides his hair and generally doesn't want to be noticed. This means any interactive display is a no-go. Frets a little too much over people recognizing him as "a Shroud".

-Will only eat at the restaurant if they have a cool theme to their food, like when anime cafes open up. (Which are super fun by the way, I loved going to those.)

-Will try (and succeed) in buying out the entire gift shop if he isn't stopped.

Diasomnia: Malleus

Personally, I think all of Diasomnia would like museums, but I'm picking Malleus to talk about because I think he'd enjoy them the most. For the topic I think Malleus, like Riddle, would like any museum as he's always willing to learn. Though, if I had to pick a topic for Malleus it would be architecture.

Pros:

-Malleus is willing to go to any museum and learn along side you. Unlike some of the others, he genuinely has little base for the topics, so he's not spitting facts, but simply absorbing the information.

-Completely fascinated by everything in the museums! He's essentially an overpowered dragon child looking in awe and wonder at the displays and exhibits. Super cute and that means nothing will be boring to him. Also means he'll create fun memories with you because he's so into trying it all.

-Hold his hand and he's over the moon. He'll treat it like he's holding a treasure and won't want to let go. Also feel free to drag him around because so few people have the courage to just tug at him and it's refreshing.

-You want something at the restaurant or gift shop and it's yours. No questions, no comment on price. Also, Malleus is paying because Lilia told him that it's the courteous thing to do. Please let Malleus have it this time and then pay for the next date as equality in spending money on dates is important!

Cons:

-People are terrified of Malleus. Like, here is the heir to Briar Valley and one of the strongest mages just casually strolling the museum. At least unlike Vil most aren't brave enough to try snapping a photo.

-Like with Rook if anyone bothers you or gives you a hard time they're in so much trouble. This may include "minor" infractions that aren't really worth it.

-Malleus may not have a good sense of strength and accidentally break something. He is willing pay for it, despite all the museum staff terrified of demanding money from The Malleus Draconia.

-I'm sorry but there is a high chance that Sebek WILL trail the date because he "has to protect Malleus-sama". If you're lucky Lilia has averted this. If you're unlucky Lilia is right there beside Sebek as an agent of chaos.

And there we have it! Here is my list of museum dates and thoughts about them. It's long, but I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think, friend and your choices! I'm always eager to read your thoughts!

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