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Every time I start to think I'm overrating Elizabeth Gaskell, I read something by her that proves she really is a genius.

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s8 episode 8 “surekill” thoughts

we are baaaaack!

it’s a hot and humid and sunless day, one which will soon be filled with rainy june gloom. and i am here to blog. you bet your ass i am. rain or shine.

so! today we are looking for a guy who can see through walls? sure. why not? hope they get him. 

i do want more skinner time. and the lack of scully in the last 2 episodes makes me wonder if there were scheduling conflicts of some sort. you think they wrote some episodes without main characters just in case they got booked somewhere else?

(post-episode thoughts: this episode was so boooooring. all of the new male characters were creeps and hurting tammi in their own way, even though they tried to make me sympathize with randall... he was WATCHING HER?!

it usually takes me upwards of an hour and a half just to edit my notes, and that is not even counting writing the paragraphs of analysis and things i liked/disliked at the end. it is super time-intensive to run this blog. and YET... i edited this whole post in 15 minutes, because it was such a flop episode, there was nothing for me to say, LMAO

the only redeeming quality of this episode was seeing scully's beloved green turtleneck again. i am going to edit this post as fast as possible and never think about it after this moment!)

anyway, enough theorizing! let’s get to it.

we open…. with a guy at a phone? a video of a guy at a phone. lots of videos of a guy at a phone. he is being watched as he makes a call. 

you really don’t see phone booths on the side of the street anymore. this show makes me wish we had them. 

btw, he is in massachusetts. and he is yelling at someone to pick up the phone. “look, i don’t know what that bitch told you, but i’m solid. she’s lying to you. check her right-hand desk drawer” <- oooo, sounds like we are getting into some JUICY interpersonal drama!! 

footsteps approach… he sprints! this guy is watching him as he runs… but he trips!!! and hits his head!!! he sees the police across the street. runs into their office. tells them someone wants to kill him. the police are not happy to hear this, and try to get him to calm down because he is frantic.

he lunges for the officer’s gun and they tackle him. and then throw him in a cell. he says it isn’t enough, he isn’t safe. the police go to call social services. he keeps screaming, keeps screaming, and BAM!!! HE IS SHOT IN THE HEAD!

AUGH, nasty blood splatter!! the policeman who was watching him is shocked!!

intro time…

that felt very early season to me. the dark alleyways, angry man glaring down at his victim… the agents are serving in their ID pics

wonder why they decided to change all the imagery after 8 seasons? who knows.

scully is here to look at the x-ray of the body. he was shot with a 9 mm pistol. she’s saying it’s got teflon and piercing something or other. she has her green turtleneck on again today. she loves that thing. i’m happy for her. 

doggett is here too!!! he has info on the victim- carlton chase, age 39, single, well-to-do, nothing but parking tickets on his record. 

a cop named triguero introduces himself to the agents, saying he would appreciate any help. 

(we never see him again after this. i thought that since we at least got his name we would do something with that info, but nope)

the bullet came in through the air vent. maybe the killer hid up there. hmm. seems no one heard a gunshot, though.

YEAHHHH, investigate the dark vents with a flashlight. scully pokes around in the insulation with a pencil. it goes right up through the roof. hmm. shot from the roof? scully declares this to be unlucky. very true.

(mysterious music plays as they investigate) doggett finds a towel used to muffle the sound of the shot!

how did their guy make the shot? maybe thermal imaging, scully suggests. doggett says they field tested that in the marines- it weighed close to 90 pounds.

how did i already forget bro was a marine? he literally had that conversation with kersh about it... and i just forgot. 

he has led a million lives. marine, detective, FBI agent… that’s only 3, but it is still a lot of things. 

but he knows it would be near impossible to lug that machine up a ladder like they just saw. and the rooftop of a police station… bold place to kill someone from. 

cut to someone entering an exterminator shop. it’s called surekill!! that is the name of the episode!!! we must be onto something here!!

she goes inside, reading something as she unlocks all the doors. it’s the article about the murder! and when she plays the message on the phone, it is chase!! he was calling the exterminator before he was killed!!!

she deletes the message… what does she know? checks her drawer. when someone catches her, she claims her printer cable is loose. and denies the phone having any messages. but the light is blinking…. he tells her to play it. “stupid ain’t cute, tammi”

so she hits play. “uh, yeah, i got like, rats, again. i need you to get them all this time” LMAO

creepy guy talking to her is named dwight. she asks if he heard the news about chase. and now that we see his face more closely, he seems to be the murderer from the night before. she says she thought it was scary. he glares at her. tells her to call randall. then shuts his door.

just as randall walks in! she tells him his brother wants to see him. so they’re brothers. hmm… randall walks away. while tammi is freaking out. 

randall is dumping a ton of dead rats into the garbage, and one seems to be alive, so he tries to smash it. doesn’t seem these guys are very good at their jobs. poor rats.

when dwight approaches. asks randall if he is avoiding him. “you want to tell me what happened last night?” randall says nothing. “look randall, i’m not mad at you necessarily, but i need to know exactly what happened”

was it randall that did the killing? i truly cannot be trusted to recognize people, LMAO.

randall says he saw chase stealing money. but randall doesn’t know where the money is. “that’s what i’m talking about when i say you need to talk to me first!”

dwight says it will probably be okay, but to tell him before he does anything in the future. which is a remarkably nonchalant response to learning your brother killed a guy. he must have done it before. and then dwight presents him with a meatloaf sandwich. i guess he’s thoughtful in that regard. 

randall asks if they’re going out tonight and dwight shakes his head yes.

meanwhile, scully and doggett journey to the office where chase was working, saying he must have ran to the police station on foot. i wonder if anyone will mistake them for a couple like that time the other agent and scully went to a bank. i somehow get the impression it won’t happen.

she’s skimming through files, seeing that chase did a lot of business with the exterminating company. 6 jobs in 1 month! 

and doggett walks into a room, finding a gun on the floor. he calls out to scully: “agent”. which is a weird way of doing that. he wants to avoid the image of intimacy at all cost, even if he has nightmares about hurting her, LMAO.

it is a different type of gun than what killed chase… i think that is what doggett means, anyway. idk the genres of gun.

AUGH. there are bullet holes ALL through the walls. doggett says elvis used to do that to hotel rooms, which i doubt. scully thinks chase did it. and maybe he was trying to hit someone outside….

dwight is on the street… watching a drug deal. dealer asks if he is lost. is he a cop? no, your secret’s safe with me. but he wants the money and the dope. drug guy says he’s dead. dwight makes finger guns: “bang”. and bullets hit the guys!! is it his brother doing that?

yup, randall comes out with the towel silencer like doggett found before… 

hmm. idk what is going on here. 

eep! a scully eyeball shot! she’s looking through the bullet holes in the wall at the crime scene while doggett is on the phone. “well, it’s precision marksmanship, that’s for sure” she says to doggett’s taunts, and she would know as an expert shot herself!

could he see through the walls? like x-rays? “wait, you’re not saying this guy has x-ray vision?” LMAO

“i’m remarking that these wavelengths exist, and the only thing that is stopping us from seeing them, if you will, is the biochemical structure of our eyes. i’m conjecturing that if this structure were somehow different, we’d have the ability to see things that we don’t” <- this killed me and idk why. 

he leans in and whispers in her ear: “calling clark kent”

he knows he can’t explain it, so he is sticking with what he does know: this is a drug ripoff! the 5th one nearby in 2 months! someone is making a lot of money doing this. 

and he found one more thing: sulfuryl fluoride (scientist scully activated)

she has left her green turtleneck behind for a dark red button up under her jacket. pretty…

back at the extermination place, tammi is going through money when dwight walks in. asks to see her in his office. randall stares at the wall while she begins to take off her CLOTHES???

and randall can SEE THIS HAPPEN because he can see through walls, and DWIGHT KNOWS THAT??? she says she always feels like he is watching and he asks “how’s he watching you now?” you KNOW, you sick fuck??

randall looks away. walks out. when in walk scully and doggett. dwight comes out from his office…. doggett asks him to look at something, and tammi comes out, still buttoning up her clothes. which scully clocks. 

dwight says that he has been legally blind since birth. hmm.

tammi looks at the statements, saying they’re ours, last month’s billings for mr. chase. dwight makes an antisemitic joke at chase’s expense. and then doggett points out he found that chemical, which can only be used by exterminators, on the towel used as the silencer. 

doggett’s voice is all growly. “you’ve done time, haven’t you?”. OHHHH! he asks why chase called him 14 minutes before his death. hmm. he basically says he doesn’t know. and there was no message on his machine. 

they leave. dwight calls tammi back. asking what she knows about that. she says she didn’t hear the message because she accidentally hit the erase button. but she didn’t tell him because she was afraid she lost them some business. (she is lying)

takes his lighter out. shines a flame into her eyes. she’s shaking. asks if she is lying. she starts to cry. says she isn’t. he turns it off. says that is all he needed to know. very horrible guy.

doggett is looking dwight up on the computer… turns out he was arrested in ‘86 for grand theft auto. “how does a legally blind guy steal a car?” it’s a great question. scully says he assumes a partner did the driving. and he was arrested with his brother, but randall didn’t serve much time. 

turns out that they’re twins. “i hate twins. twins never rat each other out” lmao

but scully says maybe someone in the office will. 

tammi is getting ready for bed, looking out the window…. randall is a few rooms over!! watching her shower!!!! she turns… she can tell someone is watching her. and he stares.

bro, i do NOT like this episode. 

the next morning, tammi parks terribly outside the office, and runs inside. checks her box again. when dwight comes in. says she’s early and accidentally left the car running.

and he asks what she has there. snatches the box from her. when in comes doggett and scully. they have a warrant to search. “have someone read it to you” <- doggett, you’re evil for that 😭😭

he asks what is in the box. tammi says she doesn’t remember the combination. so doggett opens it with a screwdriver…. and it’s all empty. dwight says he runs a clean business. when scully says she wouldn’t be so sure!!!

now doggett is interrogating dwight. while scully gets a coffee and talks with randall. he won’t say anything. they billed $700,000 to chase last year… “that’s a lot of dead rats” it surely is. she thinks they were in a whole different business together!!

he still doesn’t say anything… just shakes his head. she follows his eyes. to where dwight is being interviewed by doggett. asking the same questions. and randall hears dwight’s answer and says the same thing.

sculllllyyyyyyy, you’re so pretty. “is that what your brother just said to agent doggett?” this catches his attention.

she sits directly in front of him. tells him she knows he can see through that wall and read his brother’s lips. tells him she knows he shoots drug dealers from where they can’t see and steals the money. he denies it. she thinks the whole thing is dwight’s idea. tells randall to think for himself, be his own man. 

scully and doggett take tammi in next, while dwight and randall wait outside. he says they have a problem that needs to be taken care of.

tammi claims she keeps the books. doggett doesn’t believe her. she says she knew not to ask. if chase was selling the drugs they stole, why kill him? 

tammi asks if she is under arrest. and then goes home. locks her door. her sweater is cute. i would wear that. she looks out the window again. sees a shadow.

aww, scully looks tired as she goes over all these files, and doggett comes in with tammi’s phone records. she was calling chase! all of the calls were made at night. 

tammi goes down to where randall is… scully and doggett think that if tammi was dwight’s girlfriend, and he learned there was something going on between her and chase, he’d have him killed…

but scully thinks dwight might not be the one who is jealous.

tammi turns to randall. she says she knows it was him. and she still needs help. oh??? is he going to help her flee dwight??? then what was he watching her shower for??

tammi says she made a reservation for the 3 o clock bus, and she knows randall took that book to protect her from dwight. but she says she needs it. she can’t get her money without it. he hands it over. it has a key in it. she says she’ll be back in a half hour, and she’ll meet him by the bus. she promises she’ll come back. he saved her from chase. he owes her. and she tells him again: she’ll meet him by the bus. she starts to cry as he leaves. 

scully and doggett are in tammi’s apartment, where scully notices her clothes are gone. maybe she thought someone was after her. “someone’s after you, you don’t pack”, points out doggett. where would she plan to go?

he picks up the phone and presses redial… she called the bus line last. 

she goes and gets a big bag…. gets into her car…. and dwight is in there with a gun!!! he knows she stole his money!! tells her to shut up and drive. 

while randall is still waiting by the bus…. the police arrive. 

dwight is accusing tammi; when she says chase was blackmailing her, making her “do things”, he says “oh, i bet you put up a big fight”. we need to kill this guy.

if chase wasn’t stealing from him… why did randall kill him? because randall had a crush on tammi.

he arrives in the office. dwight hands the gun to randall. dwight is trying to get him to shoot her. “i’m the one who loves you, not her. not anybody else”

dwight lights his cigarette. says he will walk away now. think hard about how to forgive him. and tells him he knows what he has to do. 

tammi begs randall not to do this. he grabs his towel. wraps up the gun. she tells him she was coming back to him. “no, you weren’t” he says. he holds up the gun. fires behind her. killing his brother!!!!!!

doggett calls scully “agent” again as he walks into the police office where she has been watching randall. that’s so funny. he can’t call her scully. just agent.

randall hasn’t said anything. and no one can find tammi. he watched her everyday, says scully. he could look at anything in the world and looked at her. 

“well if you’re suggesting he could see into her heart, agent… i think we’re out of FBI territory on this one. i’ll be out front”

the episode ends with randall looking at a missing poster of tammi on a computer.

the end.

man. this episode didn’t do anything for me. dwight was abusive, chase was abusive, and randall, who was supposed to be the good guy, watched tammi shower. the fuck???

i have no real analysis to make. that just annoyed me. and i’m gonna pretend it never happened. poor tammi. 

i guess we’re back on the rollercoaster of bangers then flops and back again. 

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They definitely gravitate to her once they learn about her past with Starline. Work gets boring after all, so they’ll take any entertainment they can get! And what’s more dramatic and popcorn crunching worthy than watching former friends/lovers turned to enemies? 🍿👀

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[dmitriene]

lowhonor arthur and his pretty girlfrienddd <3

cw: lowhonor arthur, implied sexist language but not from him, description of minor wounds.

arthur morgan and pretty things go apart from each other, there's nothing pretty about him as a man, there's nothing pretty that could be attached to him or either his side, but there's you, he sees you as a flower, something so delicate and fragile that it can crumble into particles blown away by the wind just from the single brushing touch of his rough, dirty fingers, something that he cannot afford to do, to stain, even if not on purpose, even if you yourself reach out, neat, dainty hands are stretched out to him.

he sees you as those landscapes sketched in his diary with a fragile pencil graphite that breaks and smears over thin paper, each of them alive like you, bright to the point that sunbathes his so often cold gaze, softening with your warmth of the sinking sun, waving grass, soothingly singing birds, you are like all that living things that he considers wonderful to himself, each new day in which a dog of a man like him is alive is nothing more than luck, and the sight of your radiant smile directed at him is one of the wonders of this exact world.

people around you are cruel, maybe because of a difficult time, maybe because they were born that way, but they allow to take out their cruelty and the pettiness of their own soul on you, reproach you for something that is a reason for arthur to worship you, your feminine principle, your tenderness, sensitivity to the living and the dead, the good and the cruel, to give gratuitous smiles and help, to get a spit in the feet that you do not understand anything, because you are a woman born to be silent, to serve.

arthur comes to you with blood on his bare, calloused hands and tightly pursed, pale lips, one from cruelly given blows, the other from the received attempt to repay him his own violence, but he will never return to you as a loser, so when he sits down next to you, it is for you to patch up the visible damage from the defense of your honor on his broken, raw bleeding knuckles, the flesh sensitive, torn, but he doesn't even twitch at the touch of your own hands and the burning sting of alcohol, his gaze is like tobacco gum, riveted to your face, the blue pooling to green in those kaleidoscopic eyes simmer with devotion.

you engender an animal fear in him, the fear of never returning, of not waking up to your exposed, limp body pressed against the hard curve of his larger, muscular one, not to feel the gentle, almost tickling warmth of your passion bruised skin beneath his scarred fingertips, your bright smiles, to which even the rising morning sun smiles, those careful, playful kisses lingering lingering over the rough skin of his unshaven face, the rasp of his stubble practically burns, but you only giggle, pressing closer with your body and fidgeting nose, loose limbs tangling in one.

arthur knows his way to you by the subtle smell, he will come back blind, wounded, near death, but he will never allow himself to leave you alone, you can learn from him sharp words, self defense, an escape plan if something suddenly goes wrong, but he will still not let you face any situation where you'd need such knowledge, he'll fight and growl and hide you behind him until he can't anymore, and even so, he will hide you in his palms like the dearest bird to his heart.

more intoxicating than any cheap, disgusting booze, and even expensive, seasoned, sweeter than wild berries freshly grown on the bushes, enchanting with the mere sound of his name falling from your parted, bitten lips in a drawn, almost gasping breath, with your fingers pressing, instead of scratching, into the fair skin and moving muscles on his broad, arching back, with your face warm, eyes closed under the weight of drooping eyelids, nuzzling into the crook of his burning neck, breathing in his scent with a moan.

even if the stars begin to fade and rain down in a hail of precisely cutting bullets, nothing will take you from arthur, he will not allow.

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pretty little thing

「 ✦ hwang in-ho / reader ✦ 」

tags: nsfw MDNI // exhibitionism, edging, unedited pls forgive me a/n: when it is going to be my turn original request (x)

it's hard to breathe. it's hard to even think to breathe anymore, your lungs betraying your bodies innate need to inhale. nerves alight from underneath your skin in tingling and prickly flashes. you're trying to hold back the sultry noises mounting in your chest, you really are, but In-ho's got you essentially powerless to stop them. you even try to close your legs, to jump from his touch, but he's got you held fast and in your place. no where to go except closer and closer to the inevitable.

when you'd joined him in his suite and settled on his lap, it really wasn't for anything other than innocently lounging with your lover. it was his fault, really, that you ended up sprawled over him with your legs dangling over the arm of the armchair and his hand buried between your legs while the other propped you up at the shoulders.

his suit is silky smooth against your naked skin. almost as smooth as his voice as he spoke with a square guard merely feet away from you.

you had entirely expected In-ho to stop when the man had walked in but he didn't. he didn't really react at all, in all honestly. other than actually speeding up the tight circles he was rubbing into your clit, like he wanted you louder, wanted you wetter. wanted you some squirming pretty thing in his lap.

there was no denying the way it worked, too. riveting waves of shame and lust engulfed you, dragged you below the murky waters of sex. you refused to look at the anonymous man, burying your face in In-ho's shoulder to try and at least pretend like this wasn't doing something for you.

but really, it's like the day fighting the night. inescapable. all consuming. you can't stop the way you're soaking his thigh through the fabrics of his pants, nor can you stop the way you try to urge your hips into his touch when he presses just a little harder, a little deeper into you. more than once now you'd been right at the precipice, ready to tumble down into ecstasy, only to suddenly find yourself without as he drew his fingers away.

the first time it had been for shits and giggles. the second time, it was because he loved the way you pleaded with your eyes.

the third was when the guard had knocked at his door and was welcomed in.

you know he's trying to see how far you'd go in front of the man before you. he's driving you crazy, seeing how long it takes to have you stupid and downright dizzy with need. you're almost there, too, starting to allow your outer leg to slide off the arm rest despite the guards presence. it's getting harder to care with every second- but you still do. only enough, though, to keep you hiding your face into In-ho's suit and squirming in his hold.

In-ho's voice is low, steady. the guard matches his tone almost evenly but you can hear it- the way his words take a moment to leave him, his brain struggling to fully process their conversation with the lewd display in front of him.

you twist your fingers in his coat, whining only loud enough for In-ho to hear. "please."

he doesn't even acknowledge you. just continued his conversation with his underling as if this were a casual meeting. you weren't tuned into their chatter, you honestly couldn't give less of a shit, too focused on trying to finally cum. you rock your hips, just barely inching into the feeling, but the movement makes your leg slide off the armrest and suddenly you're completely exposed to the pair of eyes on you. you yip, throwing your leg back and pressing your knees together.

In-ho sighs, pausing his conversation. his arm holding you up shifts, and for a blinding second, you're afraid he's going to stop again and you'd have to resort to begging and pleading like a whore in front of a total stranger. but instead he just knocks your leg back off the arm rest and grants himself more access to your body. bursts of pleasure spark behind your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers, down to the knuckles and curling against your gummy walls. your voice leaves you in pathetic keens. but even with pleasure riveting through you like static electricity, when you can see the guard in the corner of your eye, you're trying to hide in In-ho all over again.

that actually earns you a reaction. he chuckles low and deep in his throat.

"so shy. she's not usually like this." he murmurs in amusement, and you realize that he's not talking to you in shameful terror. your face flames with a fire so hot it could burn.

with one leg hiked up on the arm rest, your other dangling over his lap and your toes barely grazing the cold floor, you can't even try to close your legs. good lord, if you thought your face was hot enough to burn before, this could scorch. you can literally feel the guards eyes on you, swallowing you whole.

you whine again, a high noise lost in the back of your throat as you struggle to have even an ounce of decency. makes you try to throw your leg back up, but In-ho shoves your thigh to stop you.

when you try to cover yourself again, there's a fleeting moment where you actually think you may have annoyed him because suddenly you're being lifted and spun around. he presses your back to his chest with a oof and hooks your legs under the bend of his arm, hikes your knees up, folds you on his lap with your swollen pussy on full display.

the cold air meets your sex and you can't help but cover your own face with your hands when the guard noticeably bristles at the sight before him. his spine straightens, his shoulders square. his hands twitch at his sides.

"that's better." In-ho, resting back in his chair now that he's got you trapped in place, snakes his other arm around you and rubs languid strokes up and down your slit. your head tips back against his chest, your breath escaping you in shaky moans. every time his runs his fingers over your clit you whimper, trying to rock your hips into his touch but finding yourself successfully stuck in place.

their all-business conversation picks back up.

a particularly dirty thought jumps to the forefront of your mind- a seedy little wish that grew limbs like trees throughout your body and only heightened your arousal. the mental image of In-ho fucking you like this, slow and deep, taking what's his.

but then you remember that there's a total stranger standing right there watching you mewl and agonize on his bosses lap. and fuck, even despite the shame, even despite the humiliation of it all, you're dripping down his knuckles. you try to urge him for more, desperate to be filled but he's got a grip so iron that all you can do is uselessly kick your feet and plead.

you're almost there, close enough that you can feel it in your fingers and toes. that simmering pleasure making writhe in his grasp. your thighs are starting to shake, eyes unfocused as you stared at the ceiling overhead. just a little more...

"that's all. you may go."

that beautiful mounting pleasure is gone. His hand motions to the door, allowing the guard to see himself out after their talk. if you could kick him in the head, you would. you wanted to strangle him for letting you get that close again without delivery. you kicked your feet again in protest, tossing your head back and huffing.

the guard nods. you watch him through your fingers and god, you're fucking disappointed that he's leaving. but then In-ho is touching you again and nothing seems to matter anymore. the planets realign, the stars collide. his sinks two fingers into your puffy slit and rests his thumb on your clit, resuming his rhythm of rubbing circles into you. you gasp, you moan, arching against him and curling your toes.

"please, please don't stop." you whimper, eyes half lidded, your chest rising and falling in rapid pants. he slides in a third finger and the stretch is just too good.

with the guard gone, you stop trying to hold back all your lovely little sounds. he hooks his fingers and presses right up against your sweet spot, and you can't help but squeal, grasp onto his biceps as your walls flutter around his fingers. you jump in his arms, gasping, struggling to cope with how good it feels.

you're so lost in the feeling that you barely register when In-ho starts talking again.

"what is it." it's supposed to be a question, but he says it like a demand. you lift your head off his shoulder, eyes cracking open in a haze of lust.

the guard is still there. they'd not made it past the first few steps, lingering. watching. their chest moving in shallow breaths. they seem to struggle to speak, as if snapped from a trance. finally, they manage to answer.

"i am sorry if this is out of line, but... may i watch her until..."

a bold request. the end of his sentence trails off, mesmerized.

In-ho just laughs, presses his lips to your temple and you can feel his smirk. "sounds like they want to watch you cum."

you shudder at the lowness of his tone- fuck, you're so close. you're right there, so much so that you really can't bring yourself to even care that you're being watched anymore. you grip tight to In-ho's arm for purchase with one hand, the other reaching up to tangle itself in his hair with shaking fingers.

"well?" In-ho asks with a honey-sweet tone, dragging his fingers to the edge of your pussy before shoving back in, watching you wiggle and twitch with want.

"yes!" you whimper. anything to cum. anything. "yes, yes, mnn- please, i'm so close-"

"poor thing," In-ho leans back in his seat and you fall into him even further, expose yourself even more. "i suppose i have kept you waiting."

you nod fervently, frantically.

yes, you have, you fucker.

the guard stands ever present and silent, but their hands are making tight fists at their sides. you're affecting them- you can sense it. it spurs you on, makes you decide to let it all go. if they wanted a show, so be it. you toss your head back into In-ho's shoulder once more and sing for them. your pussy is swallowing whatever it can get, greedy and desperate for more.

you legs start to shake again, your orgasm teetering already.

"go ahead. show them how good you feel."

this time, In-ho lets you have it.

and even though you felt it coming, felt the heat of it spreading and coiling within you, it still hits you hard and sudden. hits you with a force so strong it knocks the air from your lungs and you're sent reeling against him, arching your back, toes curling and uncurling as you cried out thank you, thank you, thank you.

if your legs weren't already pressed flush together, you'd have snapped them shut as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. in between your wailing moans and the lewd wetness of your sex soaking his hands, it's a song In-ho's come to love. come to crave.

something he was clearly happy to show off, his little pet so needy and receptive to him.

"that's it. there you go." he purrs in your ear, though it barely reaches you through your swimming ears. you're sure you've soaked his entire lap by now, still riding out the last winds of your orgasm. "such a pretty little thing for me."

he strokes through it you until you're shying away, oversensitive and in need of reprieve. you're still babbling thank you's when he addresses the guard once more.

"satisfied?" In-ho jeers, only prying his eyes off you to look up at his underling for a dismissive moment.

"yes." the guard nods quickly, their voice strained. "thank you, sir."

they scurry out of the room like a roach, but not before lingering on you for a long moment. they take a begrudged step back before turning away entirely, seemingly having to force themselves out of the room, disappearing behind the door before it clicks shut. you melt against In-ho, panting, damn near put to sleep. he pats your thighs and lets you crumble against him, unhooking his arm from your legs. you sprawl over him like an old blanket, used up and spent.

"sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." he breathes, kissing the top of your head. you shrug, breathless.

"s' okay. felt good."

he chuckles again, petting a hand down your hair, over your shoulder, down your side.

"always so patient."

you giggle. "i really wasn't."

"patient enough." he kisses the top of your head again and hums. from the table beside the chair, he plucks a glass half full with dark alcohol and brings it to his lips. the sharp smell of it makes you scrunch your nose as he takes a drink.

you know any moment now you'll be carted off to your bedroom and laid out on the plush mattress, surrounded by only the most exquisite fabrics and pillows, but for now you just enjoy the way he's got his arms wrapped around you.

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You remember the first time Phainon said your name with a vexing clarity.

Well, ‘announced with all the vigor of a gorilla in its prime’ would be a more accurate description of that moment, not that you can word this out loud in front of ordinary folk ��� not anymore. What beget that incident and how he came to know of your identity are details even you question currently.

Exhilarating is the simplest (and most positive) word to describe the experience with the Chrysos Heir, being in his presence is no less riveting than witnessing a blood-warming battle straight from Castrum Kremnos. As such, against your judgement and awareness, it seemed that most things became a blur whenever he was nearby.

Not that it stirs an affirmative thrill in your arteries now. It did back then ; when he'd so brazenly dedicated his victory to your name in front of hundreds, nay, thousands of citizens, uncaring of the uncertain state of your acquaintanceship. You recall being more confused than overjoyed at the seemingly once-in-a-lifetime event of a Hero's attention falling upon you. But that, too, was swept by the tide of envious curiosity of the people of Okhema soon.

You don't blame them, you'd question if a nobody became the subject of reverence of a hero so suddenly as well. But that didn't mean you were no less annoyed by it, especially as it seemed that Phainon had no intention of quitting this practice. Every spar, every small victory towards the Flame-Chase and even the most random of achievements — he'd dedicate to you, the declarations becoming bolder each time.

You don't even need to ask what exactly you did to have him so invested, he has scarce control of his mouth when it concerns you. Do you believe the things he says though? That criteria, will not be met regardless of how sincere the Hero appears to be. You're not someone who's had to mingle with people of this volume, the invisible pushes to step into Phainon's world, direct or indirect, do not soothe your nerves in the slightest.

Ballads speak of the distant days when the sun used to kiss the soil of Amphoreus, but you weren't fortunate enough to witness those times. You've been reprimanded in a recent style lately though, your surroundings are quick to point at the dawn-incarnate, dashing specimen of a hero who's illuminated your once dull life and wonder so starry-eyed how grateful you must feel.

You used to roll your eyes at these whispers for a short frame of time. But as whispers ascended to theater and people eagerly awaited to spectate the turns of your ‘love story’, you really started to feel grateful. Not because you were pleased with your situation, but because of the support Phainon had provided throughout. He'd commented lightly once, you aren't built for such a harsh life. You deserve to recline, let others — him do the heavy-lifting and indulge yourself.

You tried your utmost to prove this redundant hypothesis incorrect. But dogs, once sufficiently attached, will always return to the master no matter how far one throws the toy. In moments of vulnerability, if even darkness helps, people will cling to it. And if it is the sun, they'll embrace blindness against the wishes of their conscience.

In Amphoreus, there goes the tale of the valiant hero and the beloved he's claimed as his life. Only in moments of clarity do you recall, it is nothing but the recounting of your immurement.