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pocketsizedquasar · 7 months
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thoughts about jon, gender, n hair
aka i've literally wanted to write a fic centered around this concept for like over two years but. well. anyway. i still might write the fic at some point but lord knows when that'll happen so in the meantime here are my jon jarchivist headcanons centered around hair and gender, ft. my personal flavor of jon: persian, w/ a white grandmother, n amab nonbinary transneutral/transfemme
⁃ jon's hair was always kept short as a kid. short hair was for boys, his grandmother had said, and besides, she didn't have the desire nor energy to learn how to care for his thick persian curls; the shorter they were, the less tangled and unruly, the better.
⁃ jon explored some more fem/gnc presentation in college, some of which included growing out his hair. he attributed it back then more to just the fact that he was exploring his queerness (in a bi and ace sense) in general & that he spent a lot of time around georgie (also transfemme), and didn't really think about the actual gender accompanying it -- he wasn't actively thinking much about his own gender. questioning and coming to terms with his sexuality was already a lot.
⁃ but he liked the way his hair looked and felt long. he liked the quiet rebellion of it. he liked the way georgie ran her fingers through it. he liked how many different ways it could be worn long -- in ponytails and buns and braids and just loose down his back. he doesn't remember much of his mom, but he's seen in pictures her long, dark, curly hair, just like his now, and he likes the reminder.
⁃ he keeps it long after college, though upon getting hired as a researcher at the magnus institute, he has a bit of a crisis over whether or not to cut it, re: standards of white cishetero "professionalism" and decorum and masculinity, all of which he's doing his best to perform. maybe even early on in his research days he cuts it a bit and decides it makes him feel so bad (for some inexplicable reason) that he decides to just leave it long, though tidy and brushed and straightened and pulled high up into a tight bun so it looks neat and out of the way and functionally short anyway.
⁃ similar thing happens when he gets promoted to archivist. i personally like him deciding not to cut it here because i like him being allowed to keep one (1) thing, though i def understand other hc's where he does cut it short for S1 / being the archivist. he's still very much keeping it pulled up in a tight bun and out of the way, and removes anything else remotely feminine about his appearance -- earrings, more fem clothing, nailpolish, etc.
⁃ i read mossy's @coulson-is-an-avenger "shopping for gender in a british wal-mart" fic like 2.5 years ago and i still love it so much and it's still canon to me basically re: he tries a skirt Once to work at the sort of peak sweet point where he's settled in enough to feel comfortable trying to wear a skirt but not yet paranoid enough about Prentiss. sasha talks w him about gender and femininity and stuff, though he's not quite ready to confront it yet.
⁃ then prentiss/season 2 hits and he regresses again hard into self-defense mode; the performative masculinity goes Harder. his hair is still long but it's messy; thick curls and flyaway strands frizzing about his sleep deprived and paranoid face.
⁃ by the time s3 rolls around, everything else in his life has gone to shit, so mostly he's just like "fuck it" re: his presentation in general, including his gender presentation. there's also a sense of just.. "this it the one thing in my life I have control over," so he sort of starts just wearing whatever. even if he's not really acknowledging the actual gender feelings to himself. but his hair and his clothes are One thing he can control about himself, one thing the watcher can't really take away from him. so with s3-s4 it's like. yeah he feels like he's becoming less and less human and yeah he's being kidnapped once a month and yeah the world is going to end but at least he can wear a goddamn skirt.
⁃ i do think there's also an element of it too where, there's obvious anxiety and concern about him being a visibly brown and trans/gnc person in fucking London of all places, but as time goes on i do think there's a bit of like. even if i face violence for this what does it matter. i hardly leave the archives anyways, and even then, would that really be anything? in the face of everything else that's happened?
⁃ in the safehouse jon and martin (who to me is a trans man btw) talk about gender a bunch and Jon realizes they want to try using both he and they pronouns and maybe jon decides they want to do some more feminine things, want to try wearing skirts and maybe painting their nails again and martin braids flowers into their hair and things are good
⁃ and then season 5 and the apocalypse hits.
⁃ for the first little while in the safehouse jon's hair is still long. but before they leave, he cuts it, for several reasons -- first like, if keeping it long and presenting femininely was partially about control for Jon, this is them letting Go of that, of what he perceives to have just been an Illusion control. yeah it might make them a bit dysphoric but so what, my body was never mine tobegin with.
⁃ and i think he's also doing it as a mental preparation for leaving the cabin, after jon and martin have had the initial talk about eventually leaving. long hair is a liability; hair can get pulled on and tugged on when being kidnapped and grabbed at; hair can be drenched in shampoo and twisted by plastic hands; hair can be tangled and snag on the walls of a coffin; it can be full of dirt days and days later; hair is a hassle and a hazard and an illusion of control and above all it was a comfort to jon and this is no longer a world where you can trust comfort, martin.
⁃ martin walks in on jon in the bathroom staring at themself in the mirror with a pair of scissors. they ask martin to cut it for them. (martin gets a haircut too, in a show at solidarity and some levity. also undercut martin rights)
⁃ anyway, Somewhere Else Jon wears flowy dresses and grows his hair long and leaves lipstick stains on martin's face when they kiss and hikes his skirts up above his knees when they work in the garden and their hair is long and dark and thick and curly and he likes it; likes the way it looks and feels, the way martin runs his fingers through it, the way it reminds him of his mother and the way it makes him smile at the person they see standing in the mirror.
⁃ and it's good. it's really good.
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twistedapple · 2 months
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Her hands of gold and jewels
Another Hellfire Storm smut that'll be part of my main fic, A Tale of Brimstone and Storm. It has been purposefully decontextualised to minimise spoilers. @adevilyoudo you requested, I delivered.
Also available on AO3.
BGM: 1, 2. Full playlist here.
CW: anal sex, rimming, anal fingering, pegging, prostate massage, multiple orgasms, bondage, soft femdom, handjob, cunnilingus, squirting. +18 CONTENT, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CLICK.
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It had become a habit between them, since their first game. A lanceboard was now permanently installed in Nuria’s salon and each of them would make a move, Raphael appearing on occasion regardless of her presence or absence in the apartment. She found that way of communicating considerably more refreshing and  interesting than anything she had experienced before, and enjoyed taking the time to read the board and try to figure out the potential moves and tricks the devil could attempt or that she could herself play. Such silent and prolonged fights, examples of patient strategy, contributed to them getting to know each other better outside of the contractual matter associated with the Palace.
Over time, Nuria noticed that Raphael would prolong his stays when she was around – and when he had time for it. Taking into consideration his nature and age – surely, his perception of time was wildly different than that of a mortal -, she was pleasantly surprised by this rather quick turn of event. They would at times share a meal, at other times Nuria would play the kanun for him, but what struck her most was the evening when he decided to read her a bit of his personal writing; she took it as a subtle sign of comfort – or maybe a form of trust? Whatever it meant, she let him know her appreciation in the focused silence she’d give, as well as the commentaries they’d exchange. The one thing she considered off-limit, however, would be anything pertaining to his deals. At times, he would also be working on his contracts and she considered that none of her business. Raphael never expressed any desire to get her involved either, and seemed keener to work in a sort of comfortable silence.
Still, there remained a more physical aspect to their encounters as well, heated nights of skin against skin and whispered pleasures. Raphael had taken the habit of leaving notes similar to that very first limerick to notify her of these moments – Nuria had made it clear that she liked being well-prepared, and he certainly seemed quite enthusiastic in that aspect as well, although he never clarified whether it was for the pleasure he’d receive or provide, or even his habit of taking her in all of her youthful, disheveled beauty. That sweet evening on a clear Spring day was an example of such situation. When Nuria got home, she checked the lanceboard out of habit and noticed a small note next to it. After having taken the time to look at the newest move and go for her own strategy, she read the short text, written in an elegant handwriting. A giggle and a bottom lip bitten later, she put it away in a drawer with the other notes, and went on her merry way to pamper herself. She already had a program in mind.
When Raphael appeared in his usual fire and brimstone, he found Nuria comfortably installed on her low couch, with a warm cup of tea in one hand and what looked like a report on the other. Immediately recognizing that slight frown she had when she was focused, he slinked next to her and waited for her attention with a smug smile. He had a comment ready and was waiting for her to raise her pretty eyes away from the document to fire it. As soon as long eyelashes moved to let grey-and-violet meet his amber, he took it as his sign.
-Well, and here I thought you had taken interest in my note. Or was its content not to your liking?
-Then you were too focused on what I was doing, and not on how I am looking.
She chuckled and didn’t miss a single beat to offer a retort – oh, how he liked this sort of game between them. She looked lovely indeed, as she leaned to put her now empty cup and report on the table – when she closed the document, its cover gave a subtle sign of enchantment that made it look like a nondescript book. Even in such a simple look as the one she was wearing, she managed to give the impression of being the graceful subject of a painting, with her elegant silken robe in a lilac tone and her slender waist cinched by a large golden sash. The silk was of a lighter quality meant for warm weather, and Raphael took notice of the subtle shape of her breasts through the fabric. She scooted closer to him and leaned forward, a delicate hand covered in stylized patterns of flowers and vines reaching out to leave the ghost of a caress on his cheek.
-Don’t worry, the note has been read and its content duly noted.
Raphael caught the elusive hand before she could fully pull back and brought it to his lips, leaving kisses on each finger between words.
-I caught myself thinking about you during a meeting, and that thought stubbornly stuck through it.
-Was that meeting so tedious, that you had to work yourself up to endure it?
-Not exactly, but Haarlep was involved at some point. It made me miss these pretty hands of yours, and your crafty touch.
At this Nuria gave a cheeky, almost smug smile. Her dimples appeared.
-It certainly is a pleasure to know I meet your expectations to that point. But tell me more about how you felt.
She was right next to him now, and he could catch the sharp floral and musky incense of her perfume – one of her many weapons, yet he was willing to fall into the trap and closed whatever remaining distance there was between them to steal her lips and pepper her shapely neck with hungry kisses, the taste of rose and tea lingering on his tongue. His hands started running along her back and waist and hips, illustrating the details he provided with his touches.
Nuria leaned her head back to give him better access, while her own hands ran over his shoulders and chest, teasing him by playing with the buttons of his deep ruby doublet.
-My guest was keen to take things in their own hands while I was attending other matters...
His curls tickled her as she felt fully surrounded by the sweet yet powerful musk of his own perfume, and she couldn’t contain a smile when she felt a thumb brush a hardening nipple and softly draw the curve of her breast before sliding away.
-They found enough sweet spots to convince Haarlep to not be in charge of everything.
Another hand, large and warm, ran from her waist to her lower back, teasingly caressing her spine. The kisses in her neck turned into nibbles and a lewd gasp escaped her lips when he sucked on the smooth skin offered to him.
-Of course, I’d rather have Haarlep remain fully in charge, but it was way more distracting than expected and – What do we have here?
-How about I let you discover that?
Chuckling, Nuria slipped from his embrace and got up in front of him so he could start his exploration. She knew exactly what it was that made him react, and bit her lip to contain her excitement – she was quite pleased with her latest investment and was eager to see his reaction.
Raphael let her leave his arms and readily accepted her invitation, composing himself to not just snap both of their clothes away and get between her thighs. All of this teasing would make it all the more worth his while, after all. He merely had to comply with some of her rules. Taking a long look at her, he tried to make a guess before verifying.
-You do go by the belief that jewels and perfume are well enough to adorn someone...
He reached out to the golden sash and slowly undid the knot, letting the robe loosen progressively to reveal more of her golden skin. Then more gold shone, delicate chains decorated with amethysts running around her breasts. He followed the chains running from the space between her breasts all the way down and around her waist and hips. His eyes lingered on her slightly rounded belly and all the way to her thighs, where more golden chains were visible. His attention was then drawn to her oh so delicious mound and its darker hair, before getting back up to meet her eyes, his mouth already watering.
-Well, aren’t you a lovely sight.
When he reached out again, it was to take her back into his arms, his hands fully pushing the robe away to have it join the sash on the thick carpet as Nuria let out a joyous squeal and followed his motion to straddle him, now fully naked save for the harness of gold and amethysts. Raphael resumed his hungry exploration, his tongue joining his lips to add licks to his kisses as he left her neck for her chest. His attention focused on the round breasts he enjoyed so much, enthusiastically sucking on a nipple while his hand would tease the other. He wanted to make them go from their pretty pink colour to that lovely reddened and puffy look they’d take when she was excited.
While one hand was busy with a breast, the other kept wandering over her curves and playing with the delicate harness, fingers sliding under the chain to follow its path while caressing her skin, teasingly tugging slightly on the ornament at times before resuming the touch.
Nuria let out a shaky moan when he sucked harder on her breast before leaving it for the other, her fingers playing with his curls and gently holding the back of his head. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more at that point, undoing his clothes or waiting for him to slip a hand between her legs – she could already feel a pleasant knot form in her lower belly.
The devil kept going a while longer, before breaking his ministration to take yet another look at her. There was an unmistakable flush on her cheeks, and he couldn’t resist going for her parted lips again, this time lowering her hips against him and tightening his grip when he felt her grind teasingly. He could feel himself get hard again, just like earlier during the day – except this time, he would be able to have his fill differently from the usual voyeuristic tendency he’d adopt in the House of Hope, when Haarlep was at work with a guest. And when he felt her start working on the buttons of his doublet, he snaked one hand between them to undo his trousers, teasing her with his knuckles at the same time.
Nuria was pleased. Raphael could have simply snapped his clothes away – and he would occasionally do that -, but decided to follow her rule on the matter this time again. In fact, he had been doing so for a while now, and the Genasi suspected he had acquired a taste for that sort of teasing. She ground against his knuckles and started going for his shirt, without bothering to remove the doublet. Everything would go away later anyway, now it was the feeling of his skin she wanted, its infernal warmth and the soft planes of lean muscles. She gasped again when she felt his member against her inner thigh, fully hardened by arousal.
Not willing to get into the meat of the matter too fast, she pressed her breasts against his now bare chest, feeling the radiating heat and the hair tickling her nipples, while she snaked her hands under the clothes to caress his broad shoulders and slowly slip the doublet and shirt away. Their noses and lips kept brushing against each other and she arched her back when his fingers dug into her rear.
The mutual teasing kept going a bit longer – Raphael could have been impatient, but she had such a specific way of making him feel desired and desirable that made him greatly enjoy the moment, that he allowed her to dictate the leisurely rhythm of their heated evening.
Their lips met for another languid kiss, tongues dancing and teasing. Raphael moaned in the kiss and demandingly pushed her hips against his, as he almost instinctively sought her heat. Nuria chose that moment to break their embrace, leaving her signature peck at the corner of his lips.
-Is there anything specific you’d like to do?
-Hm... Maybe, however something tells me you already have a plan.
-More than one, although I admit I do have one preference. Still, your pleasure is also mine.
-In that case... Make me last. Carte blanche for the method.
-Your generosity is appreciated, and will be fully rewarded.
-I have no doubt, dear. Now let’s switch to another place.
As he got up, the devil held her firmly and she found herself unable to restrain a youthful giggle – despite her very nature making her lighter than she was supposed to be, it was not often that she found herself carried in such a fashion. She found it incredibly charming, and eagerly locked her legs around his waist while he took her to the bedroom. She wouldn’t have minded another place – the bathroom and the kitchen were also among their choices, even the balcony when Raphael felt like indulging in his voyeuristic tendency -, however her program would require tools that were stored in her bedroom. Besides, with what she had planned, Raphael would be more comfortable on the bed too, there was no doubt about that.
Once in the bedroom, he let her back down and finished removing his clothes while she was taking what she needed from the small cupboard next to the bed. A pot of pink, purple and dark blue hyacinths on top of it left the room filled with a fresh, dewy floral scent. Taking in the sultry atmosphere of the room, Raphael made himself comfortable on the bed and picked at what Nuria was bringing with her when she joined him.
-Quite the plan indeed, but please pray tell, who will be on the receiving hand for that?
She had brought a basket, and the devil nodded at a partially visible item that looked suspiciously like a rope.
-Well, it’s been a while since one of us has been tied up, and I thought about giving you a little something to match my harness, fully tailored to cater to your request of course. I’ll need you to remain in that form however, if you don’t mind.
The way she played with the golden chains and amethysts while replying was way more titillating that it should have been, and Raphael failed to repress a smile.
-Go on, then. I’m all yours.
Raphael was a man of order and control. Yet, relinquishing it in such a manner felt exhilarating, and he trusted Nuria to not disappoint his expectations. If anything, she had a knack to meet them in her own way, which he found all the more enjoyable. So he gave her the reins and complied when she guided his position so he would be on his knees and turn his back to her. Then, she took the thin, long rope – he noticed it had been dyed in a deep, ruby red colour, and wondered if she had picked him specifically for him – and started a delicate work of knots around his chest and arms. He could feel her pressed to his back and realised how well practiced she was with that exercise in the way she peppered his neck and shoulder with kisses instead of looking at the knots she was tying. He felt the rope sliding around his shoulders and arms, then back around his chest while it was being tied in an elaborate pattern. Once it was below his elbows, she pulled on the rope to gather his forearms behind his back, and tied his wrists before guiding the rope around his waist.
When she pushed him forward, she guided him gently and used a thick pillow so he could comfortably rest his hips. Her hands went all over his body, closely followed by her lips as she got back to her work, spreading his thighs and guiding them towards his bust. He felt the rope slide above his knees and weave in some parts through the knots at his waist, locking his legs in place. Once she was done, she sat back on her calves and he heard her let out a low gasp.
-What a sight you are.
Nuria was dying to touch him, but decided to feast with her eyes first, letting them trail and linger over the graciously cooperative devil. She liked the way his broad shoulders looked a bit tighter, the red rope elegantly contrasting against his copper skin, how it snaked around his waist and arms and kept his beautiful hands nicely bound together, how the position fully emphasised his pleasantly full and muscular backside. He adjusted his position a bit and gave her a partial view of his pucker in the process.
-Is it ok for you? Do you need another pillow?
-I need you to touch me.
-Eager, are we? Just let me know if you start feeling uncomfortable.
Laughing at his impatience, Nuria closed the distance between them and started running her hands over his rear. She couldn’t deny that he matched a lot of her personal preferences – maybe too many -, and getting to know each other the way they did certainly contributed to her dangerous attraction. Yet there he was, letting her exercise full control over him. She could have met worse devils, really. And this one, oh was he fun to share the bed with. She started running her fingers along his thighs, teasing with her nails while she started kissing his lower back, slowly dragging her lips to his backside as her fingers slipped towards his inner thighs. The entire time, she carefully avoided the places she knew he’d want touched the most. It was funnier this way and he had, after all, asked her to make him last. She would oblige him in her own way, and he had forfeited his right to complain the moment he gave her full permission.
When Raphael started sighing, Nuria slipped a hand between his legs and tugged gently on his cock to keep it accessible. It was rock hard, and she gave the devil a quick look when he moaned from the feeling of her cool fingers on this utmost sensitive part. She released him and went back to her basket to fish one of her favourite items from it.
When Nuria started caressing and kissing him again, Raphael quickly started to bask in the pleasant contrast between his warm skin and her cool hands. One could have thought a habit would start settling in, however he never failed to greatly enjoy that incidental play on temperatures – and all the more when she was busy showing her appreciation for him. Every touch, every kiss not only caused pleasant shivers down his spine, but also made him feel like he was the only one who mattered to her.
When she tugged on his member, it took all of his focus to not immediately jerk in her hand. Yet, she promptly released him, and he felt her move behind him. Then something clamped around his cock and balls, a pleasurable tightness he recognised. She was indeed going to make him last. Chuckling in approval, he tried to turn his head more to look at her, failed and chose to throw his words on their own instead.
-Are you enjoying seeing me tightly bound that much?
-How could I not?
Before he could even reply, a wet sensation on his pucker made him swallow his words. He was familiar enough with it to recognise a finger covered in oil, and arched ever so slightly to get more of it.
It had barely started, and Nuria was already enjoying herself immensely. It was always so much better when she was dealing with someone comfortable with their desires, and there was no doubt that it was the case for Raphael. She kept circling his hole with her thumb, occasionally adding some drops of oil before resuming her teasing. The way he arched just from that was delightful and made her want to go a step further. Her thumb slid further down to press that soft spot men had between their hole and balls, while she started teasing the tight ring directly with her tongue instead.
Raphael reflexively arched again under the combined sensation of a cold finger pressing so deliciously on a soft spot, and a warm and wet tongue circling his hole in the most tempting manner. Each touch sent a shiver running down his spine and all the way to his loins, pooling in an increasingly heated desire. He could feel the slight pull of the rope weaved around him as he moved and revelled in the restrictive sensation, moaning under the effect of her ministrations combined with his complete inability to do anything but be on the receiving hand of her care. He could still give her orders, and knew she’d likely comply, yet he allowed relaxation to take precedence over his usually more imperious behaviour. Before he’d even realised it, his eyes were closed and moans and sighs kept flowing while his hips occasionally jerked.
Then he felt his pleasure crest, slowly, inexorably, and it was accompanied by a wave of emotions much more intense than anticipated – a mix of wanting to come, wanting to last, enjoying everything and being annoyed because he had expressly requested her to draw it out. It was too late to react however, and his hips jerked again, stronger this time, as he came with a shuddering moan. Nuria ended her attentive care to gently feather her fingers over his rear, waiting for him to be done. As he came back from his high, Raphael felt something was off. It took him a few seconds to realise that the tension was still present in his loins – of course it was. So used he had been to using Haarlep for a more immediate release, he had almost forgotten who was currently taking care of him.
-Is that how you’re going to play? Rendering me immobile was not enough for you?
-Well, you asked me to make you last, you didn’t elaborate on the method.
-You little vixen –
A new, wet sensation stopped him in his track. While she had been distracting him, Nuria had gotten her hand on a bottle of oil, and had just let some run over his now sensitive hole. Without giving him more time to recover, she started teasing him again and he quickly felt a finger slide in him. A muffled moan escaped him despite a bitten lip, when she started thrusting. Heat was yet again slowly pooling in his loins, and he could even feel a flush forming on his cheeks.
-Aren’t I a little vixen indeed... But you enjoy it, don’t you, Raphael?
Nuria made sure to purr his name, and enjoyed seeing him squirm in reaction to both her touch and her question. She didn’t really expect an answer though, whatever Raphael could reply would be met with a simple comment on the fact it was merely the beginning for him, and that the night would be long enough for his wish to be answered. Still, the knowledge that she could even get a devil such as him into that sort of debauchery was undeniably exciting and, she hoped, would play in her favour later on.
She added a second finger after some time and started thrusting again, at a purposefully slow and steady pace, inching towards his sweet spot without fully going for it. As she teased him, she let her eyes wander over his silhouette, fully taking in the view until her attention went back to his now neglected member. The ring that circled the base of the shaft and balls kept him from fully coming, and she could see his balls getting engorged from the pressure while some precum was tentatively leaking from his tip. Truly, this was the most entertaining part of her little exercise: seeing men get harder than they ever hoped to be, women wetter than what they thought possible, and yet unable to do anything about it – not unless she graciously relented. The sight alone aroused her in turn, as she entertained the thought of feeling his twitching and desperately leaking cock in her as she was getting ravaged, an idea arousing enough for her to feel desire surge and course through her to end in a delightful tingling sensation between her legs.
His pleasure kept growing, a pool fed wave after wave until he came again, his hips jerking and thighs quivering under the effect of the second orgasm. This time however, Nuria didn’t stop what she was doing and kept thrusting as he rode his new high, extracting a louder moan from him in the process. For a moment, the stimulation felt like too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. He was coming, yet without reaching that delightful point of complete release. Even now, he could feel arousal build up again as Nuria relentlessly added a third finger and kept working on him. The way her other hand rested on his backside and drew tender circles over it, before going back up towards his hips and then back on his thigh, made him all the more needy for her. His thoughts trailed towards the tight heat between her legs and he could almost feel her taste on his lips. As much as he wanted to watch her come undone under him now, he knew her well enough to expect it later on. Pleasure surged once more in his loins as he arched yet again under the effect of her rapturous touch.
She worked him through the third orgasm, gently caressing his lower back and praising him the whole time. Seeing him unravel in front of her so shamelessly, gasping and moaning the entire time, was a privilege Nuria took the time to savour. There was no doubt that few persons could boast such a position as far as he was concerned, after all. Once his thighs stopped trembling and the twitching of his cock ended, she carefully removed her fingers and turned to the basket once again to retrieve the last object it contained. Before using it, however, she decided to give Raphael a short break. With a hand still resting on his lower back, she made sure of firmly planting a small idea in the back of his mind, in a sweet almost-whisper.
-How are you feeling? Are you still fine with the rope?
-Intoxicated would be the closest word. The bindings are fine, I am more concerned with what you’re about to ask.
-Well, tell me then, have you ever wondered how it feels to be on the receiving end of your... Thrusts?
Her hand had slowly gone from his lower to his inner thigh while she was talking. When she asked her question, he felt a finger drag teasingly over his now oversensitive sex, and an intense shudder ran through him. What a vicious little thing she was. She knew about Haarlep, although Raphael hadn’t told her everything. Yet, she had still managed to hit a delicate point. Was it a wild guess or something she had carefully pondered? Raphael wasn’t sure he wanted to know, at least not now. What was certain was that he wasn’t just using Haarlep for his personal satisfaction, no. Haarlep also gave him a glint of what he dreamed to be, a taste of what it felt to be on top of everybody else. Archduke Raphael – no, Archduke Supreme Raphael.
Then, he caught the subtlety in her question. Haarlep was acting on his order, but rarely received back. Nuria, on the other hand, always found herself on the receiving hand one way or the other. He failed to contain a low chuckle, darkened by the desire the Genasi elicited with her suggestion.
-You will not be allowed to call me a pervert after that.
Nuria giggled excitedly at his reply – ever the indirect man, he had given her his agreement, in his own way.  Then, she fiddled quickly with the object, sliding leather straps under the golden chains around her waist and thighs, tightening them to secure everything. The idea of what she was about to do pushed her into a state of euphoric arousal, heat rippling between her legs and radiating through her body. Raphael wasn’t the only one who had to demonstrate patience, but she was almost there, just one last thing before she went ahead with her plan. Biting her lower lip, she detached the pleasantly curved appendage from the leather harness.
Raphael felt something harder and slightly larger than Nuria’s fingers press against his hole. It wasn’t the first time they had done that, so he merely took a breath and let her insert the sculpted member. It was not just a toy, but almost a work of art in itself, with the fine details of the head, skin and veins carefully recreated. Raphael suspected it was a special order – it was very much been like Nuria to request such a minutely crafted object. Once the pleasantly tapered head was in him, he moaned once more and moved his hips on reflex. She had teased his sweet spot so much, now he craved for it to be properly touched. A pleased groan escaped him when Nuria pushed the toy further without teasing him – had she done that, he would have lost it out of sheer want. But she knew when to push his buttons and when to step down, and he certainly intended to reward that diligence later on. For now, his focus was on the sensation of member in him – it was larger now and stretching him pleasantly, while he felt the head push further in. When her knuckles brushed his cheeks, another shudder of pleasure went through his body and shot straight to his loins in the realisation that the toy was almost fully in, now.
She started pulling back, slow and sweet, engaging in shallow thrusts that made his member twitch yet again against the pillow, staining it with drops of leaking come. Then, he felt the toy fully slide out and tentatively tried to turn his head. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her fiddling but couldn’t see more. He felt a new dip next to his calf and gathered that she had adjusted her position. Cool fingers pressed on his hips as he felt yet again the head push and smoothly enter. The angle felt different this time and when the rest of the member followed suit all the way to the hilt, he let out a shivering moan. Nuria placed both hands on his hips and started thrusting in a smooth yet firm roll of her hips, reaching deeper than he expected and, each time, pressing against his sweet spot as she rolled her hips. The whole situation was electrifying, she was truly imitating his own way of moving and if he had initially expected something not too dissimilar to what he would usually do with Haarlep – minus the doubled sensations, there was an undeniable and thrilling novelty still. He did treat Nuria slightly differently, after all, and now she was offering him a complete demonstration of how it felt – how he felt. Despite not having all the sensations he’d usually have with his incubus, he relished in the situation itself and the thought that he would feel this good when he was taking her.
Nuria could have contented herself with her reactions everytime he was in her; however she’d decided that a practical demonstration would be more memorable. And pleasurable, of course. Raphael never really hid his hungers from her, at least as far as sex was concerned, and she was more than thrilled to share them. After all, ever since she had left the Festhall of Eternal Delight, she may have put some of her more specialised knowledge to good use, but few people had the courage to even open up about whatever it was that got them truly going, a cowardly dullness that felt incredibly boring at times to the Genasi. Right now, however, she could fully express herself without any complaint. If anything, Raphael’s reactions clearly indicated a now heightened state of pleasure, which she had been carefully building up specifically for the result she was now observing.
Whatever attempt at maintaining minimal decorum had been thrown out of the window now, and Raphael let waves after waves of pleasure radiate through him, unrestrained moans leaving his lips in full abandon while he could feel his whole body quiver. If the previous, repeated orgasms had felt increasingly good, this time it felt like he was going what seemed like a never ending climax. It kept building and rushing and building again, cresting waves crashing in his loins. It was definitely different from his usual experience with Haarlep. Used to intense but quick peaks with the incubus, he had rarely been subjected to such a state of prolonged orgasm – he had been aware of it from consulting the Quarta Sune, but had never really gone through with it. And now, right now, between loud moans he found himself spilling some good words to Sune and Sharess for what he was experiencing. Nuria’s youthful laughter felt like music to his ears when she caught him praising the goddesses, and it was enough to send his body into a full tremor. Nuria ceased her back and forth and he felt her angle the head so it would firmly press on his sweet spot as she waited for him to go through what was probably one of the most intense and prolonged orgasms he’d ever felt.
Finally, the crashing waves receded and he felt his hips go limp, his body still trembling, but not as maddeningly as before. The pressure in his backside left when Nuria carefully removed herself, and he let out a sigh when he felt the crown of the head give a pleasurable tug on his now overly sensitive hole, as it slid out. He was still trying to find his breath when he felt the ropes binding him loosen up – Nuria was carefully undoing her elaborate weaving, massaging his arms, waist, back and shoulders as she went. Ever the considerate lover, she took the time to inquire about him while he was coming back from his intense high.
-Are you alright? Do you need more time to recover?
-What do you mean, more time to recov- Oh.
A finger brushed softly against his still hard member, neglected the entire time. Raphael rolled his shoulders and wrists before tentatively moving his arms, changing his position slightly to finally have a good look at the Genasi. She lazily threw the rope back in the basket, along with the leather harness she had worn. She studied him before talking again, of that sweet almost-whispering voice of hers, a voice made to convince even the most suspicious of her utterly innocent intentions.
-Let me set that aside for cleaning, and move a bit. Leaving you in such a state would make me a terrible host.
She moved the basket to the side and out of the way, and quickly left the room with the toy. While waiting for her return, Raphael carefully kept rolling and stretching his muscles, making sure no unpleasant soreness had settled in. Clearly, she knew what she was doing – he felt some stiffness from the prolonged position, but no discomfort. The ropes barely left marks on his skin as well. He pushed on an elbow to roll on his back, wincing slightly when his engorged and still neglected manhood brushed against the pillow meant for his hips. Nuria came back at that moment, and sat next to him on the bed, discarding the pillow in the process.
-Now now, I won’t leave you in that state...
She reached out and delicately removed the ring holding his shaft and balls – the release from its pressure got him to release a shuddering sigh. Cool fingers went back to caressing his inner thighs, an introduction to what was about to happen next – whatever Nuria had in mind was fine with him, at that point, he trusted her expertise and common sense enough to expect an appropriate handling of the situation at hand.
-You know, seeing you come undone again and again was quite the sight. And being patient certainly was worthy of everything, too.
She opted for some transparency – a rarity, even between them, obsessed as they were with mind games and personal agendas. But now, she really wanted to make him aware of how arousing the whole experience had been for her as well. Again, she straddled his hips and carefully took his erection in one hand. While she had been penetrating him, she had felt drops of her own arousal run down her thighs, and she had been craving him the whole time. Finally, oh finally, she would be able to be filled in turn. She could feel her heart beat faster from the sheer expectation, and in one smooth roll, she went down his length, throwing her head back and letting out a trembling moan out of the sheer satisfaction she felt as she went down all the way to the hilt. It probably wouldn’t take Raphael too long to come now, but she knew she wouldn’t need much effort either.
When he felt her get down on him, felt the slick, hot tightness, Raphael bit his lips to muffled a moan, taken by both the sensation and the realisation that she had, indeed, been waiting for that moment as much as him. Instead of the usual thrusts he would usually accompany – if not control directly -, she opted for a softer back and forth. The heat that had receded awoke again in his loins, and he savoured it as much as he did the pleasurable feeling of filling her. Resisting the urge to close his eyes and fully take the moment, he set his attention on her, now that she was finally facing him, and what a pretty sight she was with her bitten lip and flushed cheeks, a hand playing with her bud as she was riding him. Soon enough, her breath intensified - a now familiar sign of her own impeding climax.
Raphael simply felt too good, and his current state preventing him from his usual intervention, on top of what he had given her moments earlier, was way more arousing than she had expected. They had both reached this precious moment of ecstasy where they simply lived the moment for it sheer, shared enjoyment. A hand reflexively snaked down and she started touching herself, feeling pleasure radiate from her core all over her body. Emboldened by the entire situation, she dared utter a single-worded order, not caring about whatever potential consequence could befall her for that act.
-Come.
A single word, worthy of an entire hymn, was enough to push them both over the edge. Raphael took a firm hold of her hips while both of them finally let the much awaited release wash over them, her core quickening and dripping all over his own twitching length. Once their trembling muscles became steadier and they came back from their high, Nuria leaned down against him and nuzzled his neck, while enjoying his now blissfully spent member in her. They stayed like that for a moment before she moved away from him, the sensation of his softening yet still sensitive shaft eliciting a low hiss as she lifted her hips. She sat next to him and he lazily rolled on his side and propped himself up on one arm, wanting to look at her shapely silhouette still adorned with elegant chains of gold and amethysts a bit more.
-Will you stay here a bit longer? I can run a bath for you, while I get everything sorted out.
She gestured vaguely around the room, and it made Raphael snort. Yet another side of her that had grown on him, so used that he was of using Haarlep and then seeing them leave once he was done: she always offered further comfort. He wasn’t sure where the traditional Calimshan hospitality ended and the genuine preference for aftercare began, but just as he had taken the habit of leaving her notes, he had also started making sure to keep his own time clear in anticipation.
-You’ll be pleased to know I have no further engagement until tomorrow.
-A well-deserved bath it is, then!
 As soon as he heard water running, Raphael got up and rolled his shoulders and neck further before joining the Genasi in her bathroom. A delicate, slightly powdery floral scent characteristic of jasmine and lavender reached him before he even took a step in the room, which was slowly getting filled with steam from the hot water. The deep tub, that looked seamlessly integrate into the room and had two steps at the front for a comfortable access, was taking a subtle periwinkle tone as hot water and scented oils were being mixed. Without even waiting for it to be filled, Raphael climbed the steps and let out a contented sigh as he sank in the raising water. On the other side of the room, Nuria was at the vanity, and he could see a soft light reflecting in the tall mirror as she used magic to clean the toy. Then, she proceeded to undo her thick braid and run her fingers in her hair to quickly detangle it, before putting it up and hold it with a scarf. She gave him a smile as she passed by and left the room, likely to clean up the bed and gather that had been strewed between the living room and the bedroom. That habit of keeping everything tidy was also appreciated.
When she came back, she headed towards the semi-open alcove next to the bathtub, and Raphael closed his eyes, letting the sound of running water and the scent of lavender and jasmine lull him into a soothing relaxation. When he opened his eyes again, Nuria was sitting next to him, right on the edge of the tub, which was now filled. She wasn’t wearing the golden chains anymore, and for a moment he felt disgruntled at the idea that he hadn’t removed them himself. He cut her as she was about to say something.
-Join me.
Nuria obliged him, and the night went on peacefully as she kept tending to Raphael and washed him, before they lounged a bit more in the warm water. Once back in the refreshed bed, he leaned in to be cradled in her arms, and both of them drifted to sleep.
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Nuria’s eyes shot open, the sensation of feeling observed putting her on guard and ready to strike.
-Easy, my dear.
The violet shine in her eyes and coming from charged sparks around her slowly dissipated when she heard a familiar voice with a smooth depth. Raphael was still next to her, some of the early morning sun illuminating amber eyes and copper skin as he was propped on an elbow and looking at her with an amused smile. She surmised that feeling observed by him was what had startled her, and relaxed.
-For how long have you been observing me?
-Long enough to request a breakfast before going on my merry way.
-Ready to empty my kitch- Oh, you sir, are debauched!
-Not that you were complaining about it last night, now, were you?
Raphael had rolled over her and cut her feigned scandalised quip short to steal her lips, before following the line of her jaw and reaching for her neck. She reflexively spread her legs to make room for him, and felt a hand caress her breast before snaking all the way down and between her legs while he supported himself with the other arm, partially kneeling to keep his hips up and get better access to her mound. She let him claim her, arching under his touch and reaching down herself to take him in her hand. They kept teasing each other for a moment, then he left her neck and a trail of delightful kisses along the way before he hungrily mouthed at her bud, tongue licking, mouth sucking and fingers breaching lustfully until her juices gushed over his mouth. Both of them moaned when he penetrated her, gilded nails digging his back as he rolled his hips into hers in a most toe-curling manner.
They basked in each other’s company a bit more afterwards, cold and warm melting into one another before Raphael readied himself and left to attend to a client. Still feeling sluggish, Nuria rolled over and buried her nose in the pillow he had used, now smelling like his signature cherry and peppery musk. As reprehensible as it was, she did enjoy their private arrangement.
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antibyler · 1 year
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"Turns out we're a pretty good team, for two people who hate each other."
happy happy birthday to my dearest kay @thefabulousfab-3 !! 💗
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frozenhi-chews · 1 month
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Another North Star and Rotten Jack tidbit :3
thoughts of pancake finding an injured starlo and taking him back to her hide-out. back when they were still rivals.
North Star cant understand why this outlaw, Rotten Jack, has taken him back to her place and is patching him up and is making him food. surely she has an ulterior motive. hold him captive for randsom. and its not like he can go anywhere, he's injured. Just like Jack when breaking her wing while being in jail. (mmm parallels)
and Jack is litereally trying to make sure he heals cuz there's bandits out in the Wild East who will surely take him back and hurt him more. she has a hide-out hidden in a canyon, her horse lived there and took her to that place. and now she lives there.
and took North Star back to heal him
she was just out riding when she noticed a guy in the sand not moving. Now, monsters are odd, so they could just be doing that recreationally. but nope, its an injured North Star who's on the brink of passing out.
there's some monsters who take the whole Wild East thing more seriously, especially after Starlo decided to actually become a sheriff, patrolling the Wild East town. this, of course, led to others taking it more seriously too. to the point there's now literal bandits.
how North Star got in that situation, he wont say. But he sure is wary of the half human in front of him handing him a stack of chocolate chip flapjacks. and, again, he can't leave till his wounds are mostly healed.
and Jack is like "howdy hey! new friend lessgooo" and he's just looking at her like "as if you didn't torment my town and ended up in jail a few times"
but yeah. more friendship bonding <3
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pan-fried-autism · 9 months
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Have you guys heard of this new trend going on on Critcrat? It’s where people drink the new toothy smoothy from McDonald’s and then become mundane ass average joes because toothy has no real personality.
Based on the meme and a conversation with a friend.
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mamawasatesttube · 9 months
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got jumpscared by bet on it from high school musical 2 on the radio today and was immediately treated to a full color high definition mental amv featuring kon. why is that such a kon song
How will I know if there's a path worth takin'? Should I question every move I make? With all I've lost, my heart is breakin' I don't wanna make the same mistakes
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(Did you ever) Doubt your dream will ever come true? (Did you ever) Blame the world, but never blame you? (I will never) Try to live a lie again I don't wanna win this game if I can't play it my way!
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cliveguy · 3 months
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be me. obsessed with a fictional guy. he gets killed by his lover. lover describes killing him as "putting him down". builds entire dog motif off of this tiny line and views this character through dog symbolism for like a year. realises i am the only one obsessed with this character who hadn't read a semi-canon piece of written exposition from his perspective. he gets threatened to be "put down like a dog" in canon. this entire time i was inventing what already existed.
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kideternity · 1 month
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Digimon Savers…… I'll never forget you Digimon Savers…
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todayisafridaynight · 2 months
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is this a safe space to talk about the new sonic x shadow generations shit coming out in autumn cause.
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smolalienbee · 10 months
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oh my god i cannot believe it, after me @breadpants-bard & @sevdrag have been yelling forever for discord to update the golf game THE MOTHERFUCKERS ACTUALLY DID IT!!!! PUTT PARTY UPDATE I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS EXCITED ABOUT A GAME UPDATE BEFORE!!!
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henrylevesconte · 2 years
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My best friend with the wwdits finale as a Nandor fan:
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Me, an intellectual and Laszlo fan:
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miodiodavinci · 7 months
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ouhghgh , , , reached the point where my throat is in so much pain i can't sleep, even with cough drops , , , , i keep waking up every hour coughing so hard i start to throw up by the end , , , , it looks like my fever might finally be going down (original peak of 100.9, now down to 98.8) but god , , , , the agony , , , , , ,
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luvsavos · 1 year
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logically, i know i should make an art sideblog to make things easier rather than intermittently posting my art here amidst the random things i reblog;
however. i am lazy
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gay-otlc · 1 year
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*emerges from a pile of leaves* het trans woman Khalila
SAME FUCKING BRAINCELL
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ok just as an fyi i will be posting one [1] drawing later today but it is NOT ftf related. [still havent seen it] Im gonna be offline tonight to try and watch the episode. I probably won't post anything FTF related on this blog until maybe early next week? i just want to keep the blog spoiler free!
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morethanfantasy · 1 year
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going back to work on my hamlet retelling after a year of not touching it is actually fascinating because it’s by nature a time capsule of my prevailing interpretations and hyperspecific analysis focus of hamlet at the time of the retelling’s conception and through most of its drafting.
i did a lot with the foils of ophelia and hamlet. i'm still into this, but now i’m going at it from a different angle. i spent a lot of time with the way seeming opposites lead to the same or similar outcomes, or that traits/motifs specifically tied to one character can appear in another. i still think about that now, but with different themes.
but these formerly-central focuses are fundamentally woven throughout every scene of the retelling, and i need to slip back into the headspace of who i was then to write it again. it feels worn and comfortable and i am happy to be back, but i’m also made aware of how i have expanded my… understanding of? interaction with? the play itself. it's not that i don't agree with my interpretations then or think they're too basic now or something. they're not. i still love them and stand by them. i have just stretched out into other areas of play interpretation and spent a lot of time there, too.
if i wrote another hamlet retelling, it would be profoundly different not just because i would not want to write the same thing again but because i would be incapable of writing the same thing again.
i just think it's neat! i love self-awareness of growth
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