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Pride & Justice: Corner Store Rejection

warnings: making-out, semi-public displays of horny, transphobia Banner art by @auroblaze P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales @stesierra @noblebs @thelaughingstag

It was their standard shoplifting procedure.

Pride shouldered the door of the convenience store open, ancient hinges squeaking in protest. The cashier near the wall glanced at him briefly, but offered nothing by way of greeting. He didn’t blame her—the lukewarm air would have made anyone indifferent. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Turning down a random aisle, Pride walked up and down between the rows of packaged and canned human foods to keep up the illusion of a shopper. In reality, he scanned for other customers, cameras, and strained for any sin he could exploit.

They chose the right time to hit this place—as Pride glanced around, he was the only one in the store. He idled to the back near the fridges and pulled out his phone.

nobody else in here, he told Ollie. no cams. cashier bored as hell, should be an easy one.

k, she replied. Business as usual.

Pride opened a random fridge and grabbed the first drink his hand brushed. He still hadn’t picked up a sin from the cashier, which would make this a little tricky. There was always the chance she could be goaded into one, but there was no guarantee. Only one way he could find out.

Decoy purchase in hand, Pride swung back to the front of the store. On his way there, the entrance squealed again, with Ollie, Sofía, and Dante entering soon after. They didn’t acknowledge him, and Pride kept his beeline for the cashier, treating them like normal human strangers. But still no sin. He grabbed a bag of chips to stall for time. Nothing.

He was ready to call his mission futile until the very last second before he stepped up to the counter. A faint tingle wormed its way onto his tongue, the subtle flavor of roses and red wine heralding lust. Weird, but whatever. He could work with that.

“Hey,” he said, stacking his drink on the counter.

“Hi,” the cashier said. She took his drink first, swiping it across the scanner.

“Slow day…” Pride glanced quickly at the nametag pinned to her shirt. “Trinity?”

An unhappy smile twisted her lip. “It definitely isn’t a fast one.”

“I believe it.” He put his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you took a nice, long break.”

Smoke poured out of his horns, now perched at the top of his hairline. His tail swished back and forth above the floor. Trinity stopped and stared, eyes mimicking his scarlet glow.

“Take a break?” she repeated.

“Take a long break,” he corrected. “It’s what you deserve.”

“Like I don’t know it.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to stand here all day, do you? In fact, I bet you… want some more satisfying things.”

The tingle of lust bloomed, flooding his mouth. Trinity scratched the counter with chipped nails, gazing across the store at a door marked Employees Only.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Pride urged, “you should disappear for a while.”

“It’ll be fast,” she agreed, but it was almost a question. She glanced at him, and he gladly stepped up to answer.

“Why bother? After all, the only thing that matters”—he leaned forward on his palms, close enough to see himself reflected in her eyes—“is whatever you want.”

Without any further prompting, Trinity abandoned the counter. Pride released his influence and plopped back down on his heels, satisfied with a job well done. Another sin for the counter, and Ollie and the rest would be able to grab whatever they wanted. Being the distraction was the best.

But when Trinity circled the counter, she didn’t go across the store like he expected. She came up to him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling coyly. “I just decided I’m on break, and you should come with me.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Yes, you.” Trinity took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you see any other cute guys around here?”

His eyebrows may as well have shot all the way to Heaven. Little did she know, Pride knew exactly what she was proposing, and had quite a hard time believing it. He’d never once considered humans for sex—they were all weird animals, not worth thinking about. But now that this one wanted him, a Rube Goldberg machine of decision making fired off in his mind.

Sure, Trinity was a human, but she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted it enough to sin. Pride couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone this excited. And he had convinced her to do it in the first place, so it would only be fair.

“Sure,” Pride agreed, returning her grip on his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eagerly, she dragged him off toward the marked door. He was only too happy to follow, head held high in pre-mature satisfaction. On the way, they passed his friends crouched at a low shelf. Trinity paid them no mind, but Pride caught Dante’s baffled eye. They mouthed What? as he passed. Pride could only grin and shrug in response before Trinity hauled him out of view. They stopped at the Employees Only door a second later, and she fumbled for a key on her lanyard.

“Hope nobody hears us,” she muttered, a thrill in her voice.

Pride snuck his arms around her waist, mouth pressed against her ear. “I hope they do.”

She turned the door handle with one hand and dragged him by the collar of his shirt with the other. By the time Pride pulled the door closed, she had her arms around his neck, and practically pounced on him for a kiss. He returned it was as much fervor as he could muster through his shock—were all humans like this? Because if they were, he’d have to adjust a few plans for his stay on Earth.

The door turned out to lead to a room not much bigger than a closet, stuffed with cluttered shelves and things crowding the floor. In the dark, Trinity kicked some aside until there was room to shuffle. Pride took the opportunity to push her against the nearest empty wall and give what he was getting.

All that sin-talking must have worked wonders because Trinity flooded his mouth with lust. Knowing it was for him made Pride groan, pressing the kiss deeper. She accepted it with a high, eager noise, mouth dropping open to invite him inside. Surprised again at her openness, Pride tasted the inside of her mouth, drawing his tongue across hers. Her hips jerked and Pride his own forward to pin her, and had to laugh when she whined.

“You really want it, huh?” he teased, bending down to nip her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But, uh—” She pushed at his shoulder until he separated. “Do you have a condom on you? I don’t think I have one.”

“I don’t need one.”

She raised her brows. “Yes, you absolutely do.”

Pride rolled his eyes a little. “No,” he reiterated, and popped his fly open. He took her hand and stuck it down his pants until it rested against his crotch. No bulge, but her fingers were long enough to press against the folds of his cunt through his trunks. “I really don’t.”

“Oh.”

Her lust disappeared. Like it had never been there, Pride couldn’t taste a single fleeting thought. Once again baffled, he didn’t notice Trinity slipping her hand free of his.

“I changed my mind actually,” she said, voice clipped.

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“I mean, I don’t want this anymore, so.” She flicked her wrists, trying to shoo him away.

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Just—leave.”

Pride took a step back, eyes narrowed, but didn’t leave. “You’re the one who dragged me back here, I feel like you do owe me an explanation actually.”

She huffed, and suddenly what Pride tasted was a cold snap of wrath. “Leave me the fuck alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer, but dug her phone out of her pocket to menace him with it. Pride threw up his hands and marched out of the closet. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, yanking his fly back together as he stomped across the store. On the way past the check-out, he swiped his decoy purchases off the counter and out the door.

Out on the street, Ollie, Sofía, and Dante were standing around waiting, their theft apparently successful. Pride didn’t bother explaining before stalking down the street toward the train.

“Whoa, hey,” Dante called, jogging to catch up. “That was fast.”

“Did something happen?” Ollie asked, also catching up, with Sofía on her arm.

“Nothing happened,” Pride spat, face twisted up sourly. He didn’t know why he was so pissed. He hadn’t cared about fucking that human, or any human, until she brought it up.

“Why not?”

“I don’t fucking know! Apparently not having a dick is a dealbreaker.” All three of them made noises of disgust at that.

“Then she wasn’t worth it anyway,” Sofía declared.

“Too fucking true,” Dante agreed.

“I hate those people,” Ollie said, and put an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can hook you up with some people who are into pretty much anything if you want.”

Pride waved her off. “It’s not a big deal, I’m fine.”

There was a beat of awkward silence, filled in by the cars rushing down the street. “On the bright side,” Dante said, “we got a lot of stuff.”

A conversation began about the ease of their haul, but Pride tuned them out, stewing in his frustration. They all commiserated with him, agreed how ridiculous it was, but none of them were surprised. Ollie confirmed there were more people like Trinity out there. People who would want him one minute, and hate him the next. Were humans like this? The thought stung more than he expected.

More so because he was having fun, at least for a little while. It might have turned his idea of humanity around. There was a human who was willing to fuck him without even knowing his name, and he wanted to fuck her too—a human! He would have laughed at the idea mere hours ago.

The idea rolled over and over in his mind. If there was at least one human who wanted him, surely there had to be others. Surely some of them wouldn’t have ridiculous, unspoken caveats like Trinity. And what would it be like, to be with someone who wanted him? To be with a human, who had no idea what they were getting into bed with?

Pride nudged Ollie with his elbow. “Hey,”

“Hey.”

“So those people who are into ‘anything’… how much of ‘anything’ are we talking?”

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Pride & Justice: Corner Store Rejection

warnings: making-out, semi-public displays of horny, transphobia Banner art by @auroblaze P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales @stesierra @noblebs @thelaughingstag

It was their standard shoplifting procedure.

Pride shouldered the door of the convenience store open, ancient hinges squeaking in protest. The cashier near the wall glanced at him briefly, but offered nothing by way of greeting. He didn’t blame her—the lukewarm air would have made anyone indifferent. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Turning down a random aisle, Pride walked up and down between the rows of packaged and canned human foods to keep up the illusion of a shopper. In reality, he scanned for other customers, cameras, and strained for any sin he could exploit.

They chose the right time to hit this place—as Pride glanced around, he was the only one in the store. He idled to the back near the fridges and pulled out his phone.

nobody else in here, he told Ollie. no cams. cashier bored as hell, should be an easy one.

k, she replied. Business as usual.

Pride opened a random fridge and grabbed the first drink his hand brushed. He still hadn’t picked up a sin from the cashier, which would make this a little tricky. There was always the chance she could be goaded into one, but there was no guarantee. Only one way he could find out.

Decoy purchase in hand, Pride swung back to the front of the store. On his way there, the entrance squealed again, with Ollie, Sofía, and Dante entering soon after. They didn’t acknowledge him, and Pride kept his beeline for the cashier, treating them like normal human strangers. But still no sin. He grabbed a bag of chips to stall for time. Nothing.

He was ready to call his mission futile until the very last second before he stepped up to the counter. A faint tingle wormed its way onto his tongue, the subtle flavor of roses and red wine heralding lust. Weird, but whatever. He could work with that.

“Hey,” he said, stacking his drink on the counter.

“Hi,” the cashier said. She took his drink first, swiping it across the scanner.

“Slow day…” Pride glanced quickly at the nametag pinned to her shirt. “Trinity?”

An unhappy smile twisted her lip. “It definitely isn’t a fast one.”

“I believe it.” He put his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you took a nice, long break.”

Smoke poured out of his horns, now perched at the top of his hairline. His tail swished back and forth above the floor. Trinity stopped and stared, eyes mimicking his scarlet glow.

“Take a break?” she repeated.

“Take a long break,” he corrected. “It’s what you deserve.”

“Like I don’t know it.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to stand here all day, do you? In fact, I bet you… want some more satisfying things.”

The tingle of lust bloomed, flooding his mouth. Trinity scratched the counter with chipped nails, gazing across the store at a door marked Employees Only.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Pride urged, “you should disappear for a while.”

“It’ll be fast,” she agreed, but it was almost a question. She glanced at him, and he gladly stepped up to answer.

“Why bother? After all, the only thing that matters”—he leaned forward on his palms, close enough to see himself reflected in her eyes—“is whatever you want.”

Without any further prompting, Trinity abandoned the counter. Pride released his influence and plopped back down on his heels, satisfied with a job well done. Another sin for the counter, and Ollie and the rest would be able to grab whatever they wanted. Being the distraction was the best.

But when Trinity circled the counter, she didn’t go across the store like he expected. She came up to him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling coyly. “I just decided I’m on break, and you should come with me.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Yes, you.” Trinity took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you see any other cute guys around here?”

His eyebrows may as well have shot all the way to Heaven. Little did she know, Pride knew exactly what she was proposing, and had quite a hard time believing it. He’d never once considered humans for sex—they were all weird animals, not worth thinking about. But now that this one wanted him, a Rube Goldberg machine of decision making fired off in his mind.

Sure, Trinity was a human, but she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted it enough to sin. Pride couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone this excited. And he had convinced her to do it in the first place, so it would only be fair.

“Sure,” Pride agreed, returning her grip on his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eagerly, she dragged him off toward the marked door. He was only too happy to follow, head held high in pre-mature satisfaction. On the way, they passed his friends crouched at a low shelf. Trinity paid them no mind, but Pride caught Dante’s baffled eye. They mouthed What? as he passed. Pride could only grin and shrug in response before Trinity hauled him out of view. They stopped at the Employees Only door a second later, and she fumbled for a key on her lanyard.

“Hope nobody hears us,” she muttered, a thrill in her voice.

Pride snuck his arms around her waist, mouth pressed against her ear. “I hope they do.”

She turned the door handle with one hand and dragged him by the collar of his shirt with the other. By the time Pride pulled the door closed, she had her arms around his neck, and practically pounced on him for a kiss. He returned it was as much fervor as he could muster through his shock—were all humans like this? Because if they were, he’d have to adjust a few plans for his stay on Earth.

The door turned out to lead to a room not much bigger than a closet, stuffed with cluttered shelves and things crowding the floor. In the dark, Trinity kicked some aside until there was room to shuffle. Pride took the opportunity to push her against the nearest empty wall and give what he was getting.

All that sin-talking must have worked wonders because Trinity flooded his mouth with lust. Knowing it was for him made Pride groan, pressing the kiss deeper. She accepted it with a high, eager noise, mouth dropping open to invite him inside. Surprised again at her openness, Pride tasted the inside of her mouth, drawing his tongue across hers. Her hips jerked and Pride his own forward to pin her, and had to laugh when she whined.

“You really want it, huh?” he teased, bending down to nip her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But, uh—” She pushed at his shoulder until he separated. “Do you have a condom on you? I don’t think I have one.”

“I don’t need one.”

She raised her brows. “Yes, you absolutely do.”

Pride rolled his eyes a little. “No,” he reiterated, and popped his fly open. He took her hand and stuck it down his pants until it rested against his crotch. No bulge, but her fingers were long enough to press against the folds of his cunt through his trunks. “I really don’t.”

“Oh.”

Her lust disappeared. Like it had never been there, Pride couldn’t taste a single fleeting thought. Once again baffled, he didn’t notice Trinity slipping her hand free of his.

“I changed my mind actually,” she said, voice clipped.

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“I mean, I don’t want this anymore, so.” She flicked her wrists, trying to shoo him away.

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Just—leave.”

Pride took a step back, eyes narrowed, but didn’t leave. “You’re the one who dragged me back here, I feel like you do owe me an explanation actually.”

She huffed, and suddenly what Pride tasted was a cold snap of wrath. “Leave me the fuck alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer, but dug her phone out of her pocket to menace him with it. Pride threw up his hands and marched out of the closet. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, yanking his fly back together as he stomped across the store. On the way past the check-out, he swiped his decoy purchases off the counter and out the door.

Out on the street, Ollie, Sofía, and Dante were standing around waiting, their theft apparently successful. Pride didn’t bother explaining before stalking down the street toward the train.

“Whoa, hey,” Dante called, jogging to catch up. “That was fast.”

“Did something happen?” Ollie asked, also catching up, with Sofía on her arm.

“Nothing happened,” Pride spat, face twisted up sourly. He didn’t know why he was so pissed. He hadn’t cared about fucking that human, or any human, until she brought it up.

“Why not?”

“I don’t fucking know! Apparently not having a dick is a dealbreaker.” All three of them made noises of disgust at that.

“Then she wasn’t worth it anyway,” Sofía declared.

“Too fucking true,” Dante agreed.

“I hate those people,” Ollie said, and put an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can hook you up with some people who are into pretty much anything if you want.”

Pride waved her off. “It’s not a big deal, I’m fine.”

There was a beat of awkward silence, filled in by the cars rushing down the street. “On the bright side,” Dante said, “we got a lot of stuff.”

A conversation began about the ease of their haul, but Pride tuned them out, stewing in his frustration. They all commiserated with him, agreed how ridiculous it was, but none of them were surprised. Ollie confirmed there were more people like Trinity out there. People who would want him one minute, and hate him the next. Were humans like this? The thought stung more than he expected.

More so because he was having fun, at least for a little while. It might have turned his idea of humanity around. There was a human who was willing to fuck him without even knowing his name, and he wanted to fuck her too—a human! He would have laughed at the idea mere hours ago.

The idea rolled over and over in his mind. If there was at least one human who wanted him, surely there had to be others. Surely some of them wouldn’t have ridiculous, unspoken caveats like Trinity. And what would it be like, to be with someone who wanted him? To be with a human, who had no idea what they were getting into bed with?

Pride nudged Ollie with his elbow. “Hey,”

“Hey.”

“So those people who are into ‘anything’… how much of ‘anything’ are we talking?”

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THE UNWANTED SACRIFICE - WIP INTRO

Fastyma's life was all in preparation for one moment: her death. From the day she was born, she was marked to become one of the yearly sacrifices to the all-powerful dragon, Tharzalia. When she was between 16 and 20, on a year where the Central Region was expected to provide their sacrifice, Fastyma would die by Tharzalia's hand so the kingdom can be safe from her wrath for another year.

But, Fastyma's sacrifice does not go to plan. The kingdom once again finds itself in peril, and worst of all, Fastyma doesn't know why. All she knows is that her duty is to die for the kingdom, and Fastyma will do anything to make sure that comes to fruition.

After all, what does she have to live for, anyway?

~~~

FEATURES:

A protagonist who just really wants to be eaten by the dragon

An obnoxious bard who makes everything difficult for everyone

Gods shenanigans

Fellas, is it gay to teach the doomed girl magic?

No one knows what the royal family is up to, honestly

Why does everyone want to go to the Northern Ranges??????

~~~

This is the new WIP I'm currently drafting while doing final big edits for Ghosts of the Steel Road! Feel free to ask me anything about it at any time. Not sure when I'll exactly post snippets of it but I do plan to at some point, as long as I'm happy with the writing.

#other writers

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Magnet Monday Week 40: Onions

if this makes you feel like someone's cutting onions, i did my job

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[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

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Onions

onions do not make me sad

cutting through skin does

with steel and one slice

the crunch of a life

I touch a deep center

the epitaph of self

strong or crazy

the salt comes from me

to die does not move me

killing does

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Magnet Monday Week 40: Onions

if this makes you feel like someone's cutting onions, i did my job

If you’re interested in being able to choose the topic of the next poem, make sure to vote in the weekly Magnet Monday polls! Or if you want a commission just like it, check out my pricing sheet!

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[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

Magnet Monday Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection​ @polyphonetic @qelizhus @liv-is @maxdamax @auroblaze @stardustanddaffodils @thelaughingstag

Onions

onions do not make me sad

cutting through skin does

with steel and one slice

the crunch of a life

I touch a deep center

the epitaph of self

strong or crazy

the salt comes from me

to die does not move me

killing does

[ink-flavored]

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Magnet Monday Week 40: Onions

if this makes you feel like someone's cutting onions, i did my job

If you’re interested in being able to choose the topic of the next poem, make sure to vote in the weekly Magnet Monday polls! Or if you want a commission just like it, check out my pricing sheet!

Transcript under the cut!

[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

Magnet Monday Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection​ @polyphonetic @qelizhus @liv-is @maxdamax @auroblaze @stardustanddaffodils @thelaughingstag

Onions

onions do not make me sad

cutting through skin does

with steel and one slice

the crunch of a life

I touch a deep center

the epitaph of self

strong or crazy

the salt comes from me

to die does not move me

killing does

[ink-flavored]

Magnet Monday Week 40: Onions

if this makes you feel like someone's cutting onions, i did my job

If you’re interested in being able to choose the topic of the next poem, make sure to vote in the weekly Magnet Monday polls! Or if you want a commission just like it, check out my pricing sheet!

Transcript under the cut!

[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

Magnet Monday Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection​ @polyphonetic @qelizhus @liv-is @maxdamax @auroblaze @stardustanddaffodils @thelaughingstag

Onions

onions do not make me sad

cutting through skin does

with steel and one slice

the crunch of a life

I touch a deep center

the epitaph of self

strong or crazy

the salt comes from me

to die does not move me

killing does

[ink-flavored]

Pride & Justice: Corner Store Rejection

warnings: making-out, semi-public displays of horny, transphobia Banner art by @auroblaze P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales @stesierra @noblebs @thelaughingstag

It was their standard shoplifting procedure.

Pride shouldered the door of the convenience store open, ancient hinges squeaking in protest. The cashier near the wall glanced at him briefly, but offered nothing by way of greeting. He didn’t blame her—the lukewarm air would have made anyone indifferent. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Turning down a random aisle, Pride walked up and down between the rows of packaged and canned human foods to keep up the illusion of a shopper. In reality, he scanned for other customers, cameras, and strained for any sin he could exploit.

They chose the right time to hit this place—as Pride glanced around, he was the only one in the store. He idled to the back near the fridges and pulled out his phone.

nobody else in here, he told Ollie. no cams. cashier bored as hell, should be an easy one.

k, she replied. Business as usual.

Pride opened a random fridge and grabbed the first drink his hand brushed. He still hadn’t picked up a sin from the cashier, which would make this a little tricky. There was always the chance she could be goaded into one, but there was no guarantee. Only one way he could find out.

Decoy purchase in hand, Pride swung back to the front of the store. On his way there, the entrance squealed again, with Ollie, Sofía, and Dante entering soon after. They didn’t acknowledge him, and Pride kept his beeline for the cashier, treating them like normal human strangers. But still no sin. He grabbed a bag of chips to stall for time. Nothing.

He was ready to call his mission futile until the very last second before he stepped up to the counter. A faint tingle wormed its way onto his tongue, the subtle flavor of roses and red wine heralding lust. Weird, but whatever. He could work with that.

“Hey,” he said, stacking his drink on the counter.

“Hi,” the cashier said. She took his drink first, swiping it across the scanner.

“Slow day…” Pride glanced quickly at the nametag pinned to her shirt. “Trinity?”

An unhappy smile twisted her lip. “It definitely isn’t a fast one.”

“I believe it.” He put his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you took a nice, long break.”

Smoke poured out of his horns, now perched at the top of his hairline. His tail swished back and forth above the floor. Trinity stopped and stared, eyes mimicking his scarlet glow.

“Take a break?” she repeated.

“Take a long break,” he corrected. “It’s what you deserve.”

“Like I don’t know it.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to stand here all day, do you? In fact, I bet you… want some more satisfying things.”

The tingle of lust bloomed, flooding his mouth. Trinity scratched the counter with chipped nails, gazing across the store at a door marked Employees Only.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Pride urged, “you should disappear for a while.”

“It’ll be fast,” she agreed, but it was almost a question. She glanced at him, and he gladly stepped up to answer.

“Why bother? After all, the only thing that matters”—he leaned forward on his palms, close enough to see himself reflected in her eyes—“is whatever you want.”

Without any further prompting, Trinity abandoned the counter. Pride released his influence and plopped back down on his heels, satisfied with a job well done. Another sin for the counter, and Ollie and the rest would be able to grab whatever they wanted. Being the distraction was the best.

But when Trinity circled the counter, she didn’t go across the store like he expected. She came up to him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling coyly. “I just decided I’m on break, and you should come with me.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Yes, you.” Trinity took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you see any other cute guys around here?”

His eyebrows may as well have shot all the way to Heaven. Little did she know, Pride knew exactly what she was proposing, and had quite a hard time believing it. He’d never once considered humans for sex—they were all weird animals, not worth thinking about. But now that this one wanted him, a Rube Goldberg machine of decision making fired off in his mind.

Sure, Trinity was a human, but she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted it enough to sin. Pride couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone this excited. And he had convinced her to do it in the first place, so it would only be fair.

“Sure,” Pride agreed, returning her grip on his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eagerly, she dragged him off toward the marked door. He was only too happy to follow, head held high in pre-mature satisfaction. On the way, they passed his friends crouched at a low shelf. Trinity paid them no mind, but Pride caught Dante’s baffled eye. They mouthed What? as he passed. Pride could only grin and shrug in response before Trinity hauled him out of view. They stopped at the Employees Only door a second later, and she fumbled for a key on her lanyard.

“Hope nobody hears us,” she muttered, a thrill in her voice.

Pride snuck his arms around her waist, mouth pressed against her ear. “I hope they do.”

She turned the door handle with one hand and dragged him by the collar of his shirt with the other. By the time Pride pulled the door closed, she had her arms around his neck, and practically pounced on him for a kiss. He returned it was as much fervor as he could muster through his shock—were all humans like this? Because if they were, he’d have to adjust a few plans for his stay on Earth.

The door turned out to lead to a room not much bigger than a closet, stuffed with cluttered shelves and things crowding the floor. In the dark, Trinity kicked some aside until there was room to shuffle. Pride took the opportunity to push her against the nearest empty wall and give what he was getting.

All that sin-talking must have worked wonders because Trinity flooded his mouth with lust. Knowing it was for him made Pride groan, pressing the kiss deeper. She accepted it with a high, eager noise, mouth dropping open to invite him inside. Surprised again at her openness, Pride tasted the inside of her mouth, drawing his tongue across hers. Her hips jerked and Pride his own forward to pin her, and had to laugh when she whined.

“You really want it, huh?” he teased, bending down to nip her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But, uh—” She pushed at his shoulder until he separated. “Do you have a condom on you? I don’t think I have one.”

“I don’t need one.”

She raised her brows. “Yes, you absolutely do.”

Pride rolled his eyes a little. “No,” he reiterated, and popped his fly open. He took her hand and stuck it down his pants until it rested against his crotch. No bulge, but her fingers were long enough to press against the folds of his cunt through his trunks. “I really don’t.”

“Oh.”

Her lust disappeared. Like it had never been there, Pride couldn’t taste a single fleeting thought. Once again baffled, he didn’t notice Trinity slipping her hand free of his.

“I changed my mind actually,” she said, voice clipped.

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“I mean, I don’t want this anymore, so.” She flicked her wrists, trying to shoo him away.

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Just—leave.”

Pride took a step back, eyes narrowed, but didn’t leave. “You’re the one who dragged me back here, I feel like you do owe me an explanation actually.”

She huffed, and suddenly what Pride tasted was a cold snap of wrath. “Leave me the fuck alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer, but dug her phone out of her pocket to menace him with it. Pride threw up his hands and marched out of the closet. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, yanking his fly back together as he stomped across the store. On the way past the check-out, he swiped his decoy purchases off the counter and out the door.

Out on the street, Ollie, Sofía, and Dante were standing around waiting, their theft apparently successful. Pride didn’t bother explaining before stalking down the street toward the train.

“Whoa, hey,” Dante called, jogging to catch up. “That was fast.”

“Did something happen?” Ollie asked, also catching up, with Sofía on her arm.

“Nothing happened,” Pride spat, face twisted up sourly. He didn’t know why he was so pissed. He hadn’t cared about fucking that human, or any human, until she brought it up.

“Why not?”

“I don’t fucking know! Apparently not having a dick is a dealbreaker.” All three of them made noises of disgust at that.

“Then she wasn’t worth it anyway,” Sofía declared.

“Too fucking true,” Dante agreed.

“I hate those people,” Ollie said, and put an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can hook you up with some people who are into pretty much anything if you want.”

Pride waved her off. “It’s not a big deal, I’m fine.”

There was a beat of awkward silence, filled in by the cars rushing down the street. “On the bright side,” Dante said, “we got a lot of stuff.”

A conversation began about the ease of their haul, but Pride tuned them out, stewing in his frustration. They all commiserated with him, agreed how ridiculous it was, but none of them were surprised. Ollie confirmed there were more people like Trinity out there. People who would want him one minute, and hate him the next. Were humans like this? The thought stung more than he expected.

More so because he was having fun, at least for a little while. It might have turned his idea of humanity around. There was a human who was willing to fuck him without even knowing his name, and he wanted to fuck her too—a human! He would have laughed at the idea mere hours ago.

The idea rolled over and over in his mind. If there was at least one human who wanted him, surely there had to be others. Surely some of them wouldn’t have ridiculous, unspoken caveats like Trinity. And what would it be like, to be with someone who wanted him? To be with a human, who had no idea what they were getting into bed with?

Pride nudged Ollie with his elbow. “Hey,”

“Hey.”

“So those people who are into ‘anything’… how much of ‘anything’ are we talking?”

[ink-flavored]

Pride & Justice: Corner Store Rejection

warnings: making-out, semi-public displays of horny, transphobia Banner art by @auroblaze P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales @stesierra @noblebs @thelaughingstag

It was their standard shoplifting procedure.

Pride shouldered the door of the convenience store open, ancient hinges squeaking in protest. The cashier near the wall glanced at him briefly, but offered nothing by way of greeting. He didn’t blame her—the lukewarm air would have made anyone indifferent. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Turning down a random aisle, Pride walked up and down between the rows of packaged and canned human foods to keep up the illusion of a shopper. In reality, he scanned for other customers, cameras, and strained for any sin he could exploit.

They chose the right time to hit this place—as Pride glanced around, he was the only one in the store. He idled to the back near the fridges and pulled out his phone.

nobody else in here, he told Ollie. no cams. cashier bored as hell, should be an easy one.

k, she replied. Business as usual.

Pride opened a random fridge and grabbed the first drink his hand brushed. He still hadn’t picked up a sin from the cashier, which would make this a little tricky. There was always the chance she could be goaded into one, but there was no guarantee. Only one way he could find out.

Decoy purchase in hand, Pride swung back to the front of the store. On his way there, the entrance squealed again, with Ollie, Sofía, and Dante entering soon after. They didn’t acknowledge him, and Pride kept his beeline for the cashier, treating them like normal human strangers. But still no sin. He grabbed a bag of chips to stall for time. Nothing.

He was ready to call his mission futile until the very last second before he stepped up to the counter. A faint tingle wormed its way onto his tongue, the subtle flavor of roses and red wine heralding lust. Weird, but whatever. He could work with that.

“Hey,” he said, stacking his drink on the counter.

“Hi,” the cashier said. She took his drink first, swiping it across the scanner.

“Slow day…” Pride glanced quickly at the nametag pinned to her shirt. “Trinity?”

An unhappy smile twisted her lip. “It definitely isn’t a fast one.”

“I believe it.” He put his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you took a nice, long break.”

Smoke poured out of his horns, now perched at the top of his hairline. His tail swished back and forth above the floor. Trinity stopped and stared, eyes mimicking his scarlet glow.

“Take a break?” she repeated.

“Take a long break,” he corrected. “It’s what you deserve.”

“Like I don’t know it.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to stand here all day, do you? In fact, I bet you… want some more satisfying things.”

The tingle of lust bloomed, flooding his mouth. Trinity scratched the counter with chipped nails, gazing across the store at a door marked Employees Only.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Pride urged, “you should disappear for a while.”

“It’ll be fast,” she agreed, but it was almost a question. She glanced at him, and he gladly stepped up to answer.

“Why bother? After all, the only thing that matters”—he leaned forward on his palms, close enough to see himself reflected in her eyes—“is whatever you want.”

Without any further prompting, Trinity abandoned the counter. Pride released his influence and plopped back down on his heels, satisfied with a job well done. Another sin for the counter, and Ollie and the rest would be able to grab whatever they wanted. Being the distraction was the best.

But when Trinity circled the counter, she didn’t go across the store like he expected. She came up to him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling coyly. “I just decided I’m on break, and you should come with me.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Yes, you.” Trinity took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you see any other cute guys around here?”

His eyebrows may as well have shot all the way to Heaven. Little did she know, Pride knew exactly what she was proposing, and had quite a hard time believing it. He’d never once considered humans for sex—they were all weird animals, not worth thinking about. But now that this one wanted him, a Rube Goldberg machine of decision making fired off in his mind.

Sure, Trinity was a human, but she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted it enough to sin. Pride couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone this excited. And he had convinced her to do it in the first place, so it would only be fair.

“Sure,” Pride agreed, returning her grip on his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eagerly, she dragged him off toward the marked door. He was only too happy to follow, head held high in pre-mature satisfaction. On the way, they passed his friends crouched at a low shelf. Trinity paid them no mind, but Pride caught Dante’s baffled eye. They mouthed What? as he passed. Pride could only grin and shrug in response before Trinity hauled him out of view. They stopped at the Employees Only door a second later, and she fumbled for a key on her lanyard.

“Hope nobody hears us,” she muttered, a thrill in her voice.

Pride snuck his arms around her waist, mouth pressed against her ear. “I hope they do.”

She turned the door handle with one hand and dragged him by the collar of his shirt with the other. By the time Pride pulled the door closed, she had her arms around his neck, and practically pounced on him for a kiss. He returned it was as much fervor as he could muster through his shock—were all humans like this? Because if they were, he’d have to adjust a few plans for his stay on Earth.

The door turned out to lead to a room not much bigger than a closet, stuffed with cluttered shelves and things crowding the floor. In the dark, Trinity kicked some aside until there was room to shuffle. Pride took the opportunity to push her against the nearest empty wall and give what he was getting.

All that sin-talking must have worked wonders because Trinity flooded his mouth with lust. Knowing it was for him made Pride groan, pressing the kiss deeper. She accepted it with a high, eager noise, mouth dropping open to invite him inside. Surprised again at her openness, Pride tasted the inside of her mouth, drawing his tongue across hers. Her hips jerked and Pride his own forward to pin her, and had to laugh when she whined.

“You really want it, huh?” he teased, bending down to nip her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But, uh—” She pushed at his shoulder until he separated. “Do you have a condom on you? I don’t think I have one.”

“I don’t need one.”

She raised her brows. “Yes, you absolutely do.”

Pride rolled his eyes a little. “No,” he reiterated, and popped his fly open. He took her hand and stuck it down his pants until it rested against his crotch. No bulge, but her fingers were long enough to press against the folds of his cunt through his trunks. “I really don’t.”

“Oh.”

Her lust disappeared. Like it had never been there, Pride couldn’t taste a single fleeting thought. Once again baffled, he didn’t notice Trinity slipping her hand free of his.

“I changed my mind actually,” she said, voice clipped.

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“I mean, I don’t want this anymore, so.” She flicked her wrists, trying to shoo him away.

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Just—leave.”

Pride took a step back, eyes narrowed, but didn’t leave. “You’re the one who dragged me back here, I feel like you do owe me an explanation actually.”

She huffed, and suddenly what Pride tasted was a cold snap of wrath. “Leave me the fuck alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer, but dug her phone out of her pocket to menace him with it. Pride threw up his hands and marched out of the closet. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, yanking his fly back together as he stomped across the store. On the way past the check-out, he swiped his decoy purchases off the counter and out the door.

Out on the street, Ollie, Sofía, and Dante were standing around waiting, their theft apparently successful. Pride didn’t bother explaining before stalking down the street toward the train.

“Whoa, hey,” Dante called, jogging to catch up. “That was fast.”

“Did something happen?” Ollie asked, also catching up, with Sofía on her arm.

“Nothing happened,” Pride spat, face twisted up sourly. He didn’t know why he was so pissed. He hadn’t cared about fucking that human, or any human, until she brought it up.

“Why not?”

“I don’t fucking know! Apparently not having a dick is a dealbreaker.” All three of them made noises of disgust at that.

“Then she wasn’t worth it anyway,” Sofía declared.

“Too fucking true,” Dante agreed.

“I hate those people,” Ollie said, and put an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can hook you up with some people who are into pretty much anything if you want.”

Pride waved her off. “It’s not a big deal, I’m fine.”

There was a beat of awkward silence, filled in by the cars rushing down the street. “On the bright side,” Dante said, “we got a lot of stuff.”

A conversation began about the ease of their haul, but Pride tuned them out, stewing in his frustration. They all commiserated with him, agreed how ridiculous it was, but none of them were surprised. Ollie confirmed there were more people like Trinity out there. People who would want him one minute, and hate him the next. Were humans like this? The thought stung more than he expected.

More so because he was having fun, at least for a little while. It might have turned his idea of humanity around. There was a human who was willing to fuck him without even knowing his name, and he wanted to fuck her too—a human! He would have laughed at the idea mere hours ago.

The idea rolled over and over in his mind. If there was at least one human who wanted him, surely there had to be others. Surely some of them wouldn’t have ridiculous, unspoken caveats like Trinity. And what would it be like, to be with someone who wanted him? To be with a human, who had no idea what they were getting into bed with?

Pride nudged Ollie with his elbow. “Hey,”

“Hey.”

“So those people who are into ‘anything’… how much of ‘anything’ are we talking?”

[ink-flavored]

Magnet Monday Week 40: Onions

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Onions

onions do not make me sad

cutting through skin does

with steel and one slice

the crunch of a life

I touch a deep center

the epitaph of self

strong or crazy

the salt comes from me

to die does not move me

killing does

[ink-flavored]

Pride & Justice: Corner Store Rejection

warnings: making-out, semi-public displays of horny, transphobia Banner art by @auroblaze P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales @stesierra @noblebs @thelaughingstag

It was their standard shoplifting procedure.

Pride shouldered the door of the convenience store open, ancient hinges squeaking in protest. The cashier near the wall glanced at him briefly, but offered nothing by way of greeting. He didn’t blame her—the lukewarm air would have made anyone indifferent. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Turning down a random aisle, Pride walked up and down between the rows of packaged and canned human foods to keep up the illusion of a shopper. In reality, he scanned for other customers, cameras, and strained for any sin he could exploit.

They chose the right time to hit this place—as Pride glanced around, he was the only one in the store. He idled to the back near the fridges and pulled out his phone.

nobody else in here, he told Ollie. no cams. cashier bored as hell, should be an easy one.

k, she replied. Business as usual.

Pride opened a random fridge and grabbed the first drink his hand brushed. He still hadn’t picked up a sin from the cashier, which would make this a little tricky. There was always the chance she could be goaded into one, but there was no guarantee. Only one way he could find out.

Decoy purchase in hand, Pride swung back to the front of the store. On his way there, the entrance squealed again, with Ollie, Sofía, and Dante entering soon after. They didn’t acknowledge him, and Pride kept his beeline for the cashier, treating them like normal human strangers. But still no sin. He grabbed a bag of chips to stall for time. Nothing.

He was ready to call his mission futile until the very last second before he stepped up to the counter. A faint tingle wormed its way onto his tongue, the subtle flavor of roses and red wine heralding lust. Weird, but whatever. He could work with that.

“Hey,” he said, stacking his drink on the counter.

“Hi,” the cashier said. She took his drink first, swiping it across the scanner.

“Slow day…” Pride glanced quickly at the nametag pinned to her shirt. “Trinity?”

An unhappy smile twisted her lip. “It definitely isn’t a fast one.”

“I believe it.” He put his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you took a nice, long break.”

Smoke poured out of his horns, now perched at the top of his hairline. His tail swished back and forth above the floor. Trinity stopped and stared, eyes mimicking his scarlet glow.

“Take a break?” she repeated.

“Take a long break,” he corrected. “It’s what you deserve.”

“Like I don’t know it.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to stand here all day, do you? In fact, I bet you… want some more satisfying things.”

The tingle of lust bloomed, flooding his mouth. Trinity scratched the counter with chipped nails, gazing across the store at a door marked Employees Only.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Pride urged, “you should disappear for a while.”

“It’ll be fast,” she agreed, but it was almost a question. She glanced at him, and he gladly stepped up to answer.

“Why bother? After all, the only thing that matters”—he leaned forward on his palms, close enough to see himself reflected in her eyes—“is whatever you want.”

Without any further prompting, Trinity abandoned the counter. Pride released his influence and plopped back down on his heels, satisfied with a job well done. Another sin for the counter, and Ollie and the rest would be able to grab whatever they wanted. Being the distraction was the best.

But when Trinity circled the counter, she didn’t go across the store like he expected. She came up to him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling coyly. “I just decided I’m on break, and you should come with me.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Yes, you.” Trinity took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you see any other cute guys around here?”

His eyebrows may as well have shot all the way to Heaven. Little did she know, Pride knew exactly what she was proposing, and had quite a hard time believing it. He’d never once considered humans for sex—they were all weird animals, not worth thinking about. But now that this one wanted him, a Rube Goldberg machine of decision making fired off in his mind.

Sure, Trinity was a human, but she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted it enough to sin. Pride couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone this excited. And he had convinced her to do it in the first place, so it would only be fair.

“Sure,” Pride agreed, returning her grip on his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eagerly, she dragged him off toward the marked door. He was only too happy to follow, head held high in pre-mature satisfaction. On the way, they passed his friends crouched at a low shelf. Trinity paid them no mind, but Pride caught Dante’s baffled eye. They mouthed What? as he passed. Pride could only grin and shrug in response before Trinity hauled him out of view. They stopped at the Employees Only door a second later, and she fumbled for a key on her lanyard.

“Hope nobody hears us,” she muttered, a thrill in her voice.

Pride snuck his arms around her waist, mouth pressed against her ear. “I hope they do.”

She turned the door handle with one hand and dragged him by the collar of his shirt with the other. By the time Pride pulled the door closed, she had her arms around his neck, and practically pounced on him for a kiss. He returned it was as much fervor as he could muster through his shock—were all humans like this? Because if they were, he’d have to adjust a few plans for his stay on Earth.

The door turned out to lead to a room not much bigger than a closet, stuffed with cluttered shelves and things crowding the floor. In the dark, Trinity kicked some aside until there was room to shuffle. Pride took the opportunity to push her against the nearest empty wall and give what he was getting.

All that sin-talking must have worked wonders because Trinity flooded his mouth with lust. Knowing it was for him made Pride groan, pressing the kiss deeper. She accepted it with a high, eager noise, mouth dropping open to invite him inside. Surprised again at her openness, Pride tasted the inside of her mouth, drawing his tongue across hers. Her hips jerked and Pride his own forward to pin her, and had to laugh when she whined.

“You really want it, huh?” he teased, bending down to nip her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But, uh—” She pushed at his shoulder until he separated. “Do you have a condom on you? I don’t think I have one.”

“I don’t need one.”

She raised her brows. “Yes, you absolutely do.”

Pride rolled his eyes a little. “No,” he reiterated, and popped his fly open. He took her hand and stuck it down his pants until it rested against his crotch. No bulge, but her fingers were long enough to press against the folds of his cunt through his trunks. “I really don’t.”

“Oh.”

Her lust disappeared. Like it had never been there, Pride couldn’t taste a single fleeting thought. Once again baffled, he didn’t notice Trinity slipping her hand free of his.

“I changed my mind actually,” she said, voice clipped.

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“I mean, I don’t want this anymore, so.” She flicked her wrists, trying to shoo him away.

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Just—leave.”

Pride took a step back, eyes narrowed, but didn’t leave. “You’re the one who dragged me back here, I feel like you do owe me an explanation actually.”

She huffed, and suddenly what Pride tasted was a cold snap of wrath. “Leave me the fuck alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer, but dug her phone out of her pocket to menace him with it. Pride threw up his hands and marched out of the closet. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, yanking his fly back together as he stomped across the store. On the way past the check-out, he swiped his decoy purchases off the counter and out the door.

Out on the street, Ollie, Sofía, and Dante were standing around waiting, their theft apparently successful. Pride didn’t bother explaining before stalking down the street toward the train.

“Whoa, hey,” Dante called, jogging to catch up. “That was fast.”

“Did something happen?” Ollie asked, also catching up, with Sofía on her arm.

“Nothing happened,” Pride spat, face twisted up sourly. He didn’t know why he was so pissed. He hadn’t cared about fucking that human, or any human, until she brought it up.

“Why not?”

“I don’t fucking know! Apparently not having a dick is a dealbreaker.” All three of them made noises of disgust at that.

“Then she wasn’t worth it anyway,” Sofía declared.

“Too fucking true,” Dante agreed.

“I hate those people,” Ollie said, and put an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can hook you up with some people who are into pretty much anything if you want.”

Pride waved her off. “It’s not a big deal, I’m fine.”

There was a beat of awkward silence, filled in by the cars rushing down the street. “On the bright side,” Dante said, “we got a lot of stuff.”

A conversation began about the ease of their haul, but Pride tuned them out, stewing in his frustration. They all commiserated with him, agreed how ridiculous it was, but none of them were surprised. Ollie confirmed there were more people like Trinity out there. People who would want him one minute, and hate him the next. Were humans like this? The thought stung more than he expected.

More so because he was having fun, at least for a little while. It might have turned his idea of humanity around. There was a human who was willing to fuck him without even knowing his name, and he wanted to fuck her too—a human! He would have laughed at the idea mere hours ago.

The idea rolled over and over in his mind. If there was at least one human who wanted him, surely there had to be others. Surely some of them wouldn’t have ridiculous, unspoken caveats like Trinity. And what would it be like, to be with someone who wanted him? To be with a human, who had no idea what they were getting into bed with?

Pride nudged Ollie with his elbow. “Hey,”

“Hey.”

“So those people who are into ‘anything’… how much of ‘anything’ are we talking?”

[ink-flavored]

Magnet Monday Week 40: Onions

if this makes you feel like someone's cutting onions, i did my job

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Transcript under the cut!

[Ko-Fi] [Magnet Monday]

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Onions

onions do not make me sad

cutting through skin does

with steel and one slice

the crunch of a life

I touch a deep center

the epitaph of self

strong or crazy

the salt comes from me

to die does not move me

killing does

#original poetry #original writing #original poem #writeblr #amwriting #spilled ink #poem #poetry #my poetry #magnetic poetry #annika talks #MM #Magnet Monday

[ink-flavored]

Pride & Justice: Corner Store Rejection

warnings: making-out, semi-public displays of horny, transphobia Banner art by @auroblaze P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales @stesierra @noblebs @thelaughingstag

It was their standard shoplifting procedure.

Pride shouldered the door of the convenience store open, ancient hinges squeaking in protest. The cashier near the wall glanced at him briefly, but offered nothing by way of greeting. He didn’t blame her—the lukewarm air would have made anyone indifferent. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Turning down a random aisle, Pride walked up and down between the rows of packaged and canned human foods to keep up the illusion of a shopper. In reality, he scanned for other customers, cameras, and strained for any sin he could exploit.

They chose the right time to hit this place—as Pride glanced around, he was the only one in the store. He idled to the back near the fridges and pulled out his phone.

nobody else in here, he told Ollie. no cams. cashier bored as hell, should be an easy one.

k, she replied. Business as usual.

Pride opened a random fridge and grabbed the first drink his hand brushed. He still hadn’t picked up a sin from the cashier, which would make this a little tricky. There was always the chance she could be goaded into one, but there was no guarantee. Only one way he could find out.

Decoy purchase in hand, Pride swung back to the front of the store. On his way there, the entrance squealed again, with Ollie, Sofía, and Dante entering soon after. They didn’t acknowledge him, and Pride kept his beeline for the cashier, treating them like normal human strangers. But still no sin. He grabbed a bag of chips to stall for time. Nothing.

He was ready to call his mission futile until the very last second before he stepped up to the counter. A faint tingle wormed its way onto his tongue, the subtle flavor of roses and red wine heralding lust. Weird, but whatever. He could work with that.

“Hey,” he said, stacking his drink on the counter.

“Hi,” the cashier said. She took his drink first, swiping it across the scanner.

“Slow day…” Pride glanced quickly at the nametag pinned to her shirt. “Trinity?”

An unhappy smile twisted her lip. “It definitely isn’t a fast one.”

“I believe it.” He put his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you took a nice, long break.”

Smoke poured out of his horns, now perched at the top of his hairline. His tail swished back and forth above the floor. Trinity stopped and stared, eyes mimicking his scarlet glow.

“Take a break?” she repeated.

“Take a long break,” he corrected. “It’s what you deserve.”

“Like I don’t know it.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to stand here all day, do you? In fact, I bet you… want some more satisfying things.”

The tingle of lust bloomed, flooding his mouth. Trinity scratched the counter with chipped nails, gazing across the store at a door marked Employees Only.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Pride urged, “you should disappear for a while.”

“It’ll be fast,” she agreed, but it was almost a question. She glanced at him, and he gladly stepped up to answer.

“Why bother? After all, the only thing that matters”—he leaned forward on his palms, close enough to see himself reflected in her eyes—“is whatever you want.”

Without any further prompting, Trinity abandoned the counter. Pride released his influence and plopped back down on his heels, satisfied with a job well done. Another sin for the counter, and Ollie and the rest would be able to grab whatever they wanted. Being the distraction was the best.

But when Trinity circled the counter, she didn’t go across the store like he expected. She came up to him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling coyly. “I just decided I’m on break, and you should come with me.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Yes, you.” Trinity took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you see any other cute guys around here?”

His eyebrows may as well have shot all the way to Heaven. Little did she know, Pride knew exactly what she was proposing, and had quite a hard time believing it. He’d never once considered humans for sex—they were all weird animals, not worth thinking about. But now that this one wanted him, a Rube Goldberg machine of decision making fired off in his mind.

Sure, Trinity was a human, but she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted it enough to sin. Pride couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone this excited. And he had convinced her to do it in the first place, so it would only be fair.

“Sure,” Pride agreed, returning her grip on his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eagerly, she dragged him off toward the marked door. He was only too happy to follow, head held high in pre-mature satisfaction. On the way, they passed his friends crouched at a low shelf. Trinity paid them no mind, but Pride caught Dante’s baffled eye. They mouthed What? as he passed. Pride could only grin and shrug in response before Trinity hauled him out of view. They stopped at the Employees Only door a second later, and she fumbled for a key on her lanyard.

“Hope nobody hears us,” she muttered, a thrill in her voice.

Pride snuck his arms around her waist, mouth pressed against her ear. “I hope they do.”

She turned the door handle with one hand and dragged him by the collar of his shirt with the other. By the time Pride pulled the door closed, she had her arms around his neck, and practically pounced on him for a kiss. He returned it was as much fervor as he could muster through his shock—were all humans like this? Because if they were, he’d have to adjust a few plans for his stay on Earth.

The door turned out to lead to a room not much bigger than a closet, stuffed with cluttered shelves and things crowding the floor. In the dark, Trinity kicked some aside until there was room to shuffle. Pride took the opportunity to push her against the nearest empty wall and give what he was getting.

All that sin-talking must have worked wonders because Trinity flooded his mouth with lust. Knowing it was for him made Pride groan, pressing the kiss deeper. She accepted it with a high, eager noise, mouth dropping open to invite him inside. Surprised again at her openness, Pride tasted the inside of her mouth, drawing his tongue across hers. Her hips jerked and Pride his own forward to pin her, and had to laugh when she whined.

“You really want it, huh?” he teased, bending down to nip her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But, uh—” She pushed at his shoulder until he separated. “Do you have a condom on you? I don’t think I have one.”

“I don’t need one.”

She raised her brows. “Yes, you absolutely do.”

Pride rolled his eyes a little. “No,” he reiterated, and popped his fly open. He took her hand and stuck it down his pants until it rested against his crotch. No bulge, but her fingers were long enough to press against the folds of his cunt through his trunks. “I really don’t.”

“Oh.”

Her lust disappeared. Like it had never been there, Pride couldn’t taste a single fleeting thought. Once again baffled, he didn’t notice Trinity slipping her hand free of his.

“I changed my mind actually,” she said, voice clipped.

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“I mean, I don’t want this anymore, so.” She flicked her wrists, trying to shoo him away.

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Just—leave.”

Pride took a step back, eyes narrowed, but didn’t leave. “You’re the one who dragged me back here, I feel like you do owe me an explanation actually.”

She huffed, and suddenly what Pride tasted was a cold snap of wrath. “Leave me the fuck alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer, but dug her phone out of her pocket to menace him with it. Pride threw up his hands and marched out of the closet. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, yanking his fly back together as he stomped across the store. On the way past the check-out, he swiped his decoy purchases off the counter and out the door.

Out on the street, Ollie, Sofía, and Dante were standing around waiting, their theft apparently successful. Pride didn’t bother explaining before stalking down the street toward the train.

“Whoa, hey,” Dante called, jogging to catch up. “That was fast.”

“Did something happen?” Ollie asked, also catching up, with Sofía on her arm.

“Nothing happened,” Pride spat, face twisted up sourly. He didn’t know why he was so pissed. He hadn’t cared about fucking that human, or any human, until she brought it up.

“Why not?”

“I don’t fucking know! Apparently not having a dick is a dealbreaker.” All three of them made noises of disgust at that.

“Then she wasn’t worth it anyway,” Sofía declared.

“Too fucking true,” Dante agreed.

“I hate those people,” Ollie said, and put an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can hook you up with some people who are into pretty much anything if you want.”

Pride waved her off. “It’s not a big deal, I’m fine.”

There was a beat of awkward silence, filled in by the cars rushing down the street. “On the bright side,” Dante said, “we got a lot of stuff.”

A conversation began about the ease of their haul, but Pride tuned them out, stewing in his frustration. They all commiserated with him, agreed how ridiculous it was, but none of them were surprised. Ollie confirmed there were more people like Trinity out there. People who would want him one minute, and hate him the next. Were humans like this? The thought stung more than he expected.

More so because he was having fun, at least for a little while. It might have turned his idea of humanity around. There was a human who was willing to fuck him without even knowing his name, and he wanted to fuck her too—a human! He would have laughed at the idea mere hours ago.

The idea rolled over and over in his mind. If there was at least one human who wanted him, surely there had to be others. Surely some of them wouldn’t have ridiculous, unspoken caveats like Trinity. And what would it be like, to be with someone who wanted him? To be with a human, who had no idea what they were getting into bed with?

Pride nudged Ollie with his elbow. “Hey,”

“Hey.”

“So those people who are into ‘anything’… how much of ‘anything’ are we talking?”

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Writeblr Introduction (a Rewrite!)

Hello everyone, my name's Alina (Twenties, female), and if I'm not studying I'm likely on here (or writing, lol). I've had this account for a while now, I use it for posting my stuff as well as the lovely writings of others.

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“If they won’t write the kind of books we like to read we shall have to write them ourselves.”

— C. S. Lewis

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Okay, super weird qn but do y'all ever dream of being your OCs?? Like having dreams where you actually are them and are living through their plot and stuff?

I'm asking this because according to my friends that's not normal

Reblogs are appreciated because the more people who respond to this, the more likely my friends are to believe me when I say I'm totally normal

#i've had dreams ABOUT them #like where im a third party just watching them do stuff #i don't think I've ever Been them tho