#I rendered a TRAY!!!!

[ranacr0ak]

pspspsps come here aphblr take my oc x canon art you know you want to

[nanihirunkits]

I heard you're good at badminton but I’ve never seen your skill so I wasn’t sure if only your [bragging] mouth was good.

[bluepicmi]

Finished my Goldendlow painting!

[stillgotme]

me in game this whole week

[jinusajas]

12/29/24; 09:45pm

sylus x fem.reader

a stuffy nose-

constant coughs that made it seem like you were hacking up a lung-

and the sensation of thorns gripping at your throat-

it was clear that you were suffering from what had to be the worst cold of your life. the congestion and the stuffiness in your nose made your head ache, rendering you unable to move from the comfort of your bed. with your body caught in the throes of constant aches and chills, it came as no surprise that you were unable to check your phone as well.

while you wallowed in your misery, your phone kept lighting up every few minutes or so with a text notification and a few missed calls. however, the constant pounding in your head rendered you unable to respond to such texts as the pain was too much for you.

time became an unknown concept to you, with you seeming to melt into bed as your consciousness kept drifting in and out. the only sounds you could hear were your constant coughs and labored breaths. throughout it all, you felt the sweat running down your brow, finally making you break free from your cocoon of blankets. as you emerged from your comforter, you became dimly aware of a series of caws coming from your window, weakly moving your head toward the sounds.

your breaths come out in heavy puffs of air, and you saw a familiar, mechanical crow watching your every movement.

mephisto?

uncertain if your eyes were playing tricks on you, you felt intrigued when a single feather was seen falling from your ceiling. even in your haze, you manage to capture the single black feather within the palm of your hand, only to feel the air shift as your hand was gripped by a certain onychinus leader.

“my sweet little dove is sick.” while you were left reeling from the sudden appearance of your boyfriend, you watch as his gaze burns with concern for you. “you should have reached out to me the moment you weren’t feeling well.”

you swallow thickly, only to wince when a series of coughs takes over, further causing your throat to burn. “s-sorry… felt really shitty and too w-weak.” your voice comes out hoarse and strained due to your cold, making sylus shake his head in response.

“it’s okay, just lay back and rest. you’ve got me to take care of you now.” he clicks his tongue, leaning forward to press a kiss against your damp forehead. “sleep some more, and i’ll be right back with some soup and medicine for you.”

warmth surrounds you, watching as sylus steps out of your room with mephisto flying toward him, landing on his broad shoulder while letting out a series of caws. an amused chuckle escapes from sylus as he gives the crow a series of gentle pats. “i know you’re worried about her, but we’ll nurse her back to health soon enough.”

despite how awful you felt, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your features, making you cling to your comforter as your heart began racing with anticipation. sylus had always taken care of you during the handful of times you had gotten sick before, and it was honestly the highlight of your life. just knowing that such a powerful man loved you so deeply was enough to fill your heart to the brim with joy-

and you knew that you could never take sylus’s love for granted-

for this man was willing to give you the world on a silver platter if you so much as asked.

a dreamy expression was painted on your face when sylus returns with a tray in hand, carrying what looked like a steaming bowl of soup with a bottle of medication and a tall glass of ice water. he settles himself next to you, holding the bowl filled with soup while setting the tray off to the side. silver spoon in hand, he scoops up some of the broth and blows on it before feeding it to you. the moment you taste the soup, you let out a happy moan and relish in the sensation of the warm liquid easing the ache within your throat. with a patience of a man who loved you deeply, sylus continues to hand feed you the rest of his soup, even taking his time to wipe away at the stray droplets of broth from the corner of your lips.

once you had finished eating, sylus gives you your medicine, gently coaxing you to take careful sips of your water as the pills went down. his loving smile causes a surge of warmth to blossom within your very veins, and when he stands, you immediately stop him by gripping at his wrist. his brow was lifted at you in question, but you simply gave him one of your signature pouts (the one that sylus could never resist.) “can you stay and cuddle with me? i think i need your cuddles to feel even better, sy.”

he rolls his eyes while feigning annoyance, yet gets into bed with you without hesitation. you let a series of victorious giggles, knowing you had sylus wrapped around your finger when he joins you beneath the covers while wrapping an arm around your waist.

“damn that pout.” he tells you with a grunt, “if you looked at me like that while telling me to burn the world for you- i would do so in a heartbeat, sweetie.”

your soft laughter continues to echo throughout the room as you hid your face within his chest, allowing the sound of his heartbeat to lull you into a peaceful slumber… helping you dream about him as you slowly began to heal-

always with sylus by your side.

end notes: my beloved needs to have more fluff written for him, so have this unedited fluff shot 😭🙌🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[jasmineoolongtea]

it turns out, gojo satoru hates silence. to be more accurate, he hates the sound of total nothing when it comes to you.

that's not to say that he wants you to scream at him like all hell's breaking loose but he just wants something from you, good or bad he doesn't care, over this suffocating silence. you don't even look at him; instead, you focus on attempting to secure the sterile white bandages on top of his injuries. you pretend like you don't see the crimson red of his blood seeping through them as you do.

"baby..." his voice is barely above a whisper, a rare occurrence for someone who's always been the loudest in any room he's in. he gets no response from you, only the sight of your jaw tensing up as you grit your teeth. satoru tries and fails to meet your eyes.

"baby. please, talk to me." he pleads softly, using his other unoccupied hand to reach out to you. you freeze slightly at the feeling of his fingertips upon your arm.

a small sigh of defeat escapes him. "see? i'm fine, nothing's gonna hurt me alright? it's just a scratch, that's all." as if to emphasise his point, he raises his arms up in a show of goodwill, swallowing the harsh wince of pain that threatens to escape his lips.

for what feels like the first time in forever, you look back at him, your eyes meeting his cerulean ones. "that's not the point, satoru." you state, finishing up your bandaging of him. "what if one day you do get hurt badly?" the clang of your tools hitting the metal tray table echoes within the walls of the infirmary.

he brushes off your concerns with a wave. "that's not going to hap-"

"okay, but what if it does?" you cut him off bluntly. your expression is serious, deadly serious with your unwavering gaze and slightly furrowed brows, to the point where he's rendered speechless for the first time.

"have you ever thought about what would happen to the people you leave behind... about me?" your words trail off at the end of your sentence, your voice faltering slightly as well. maybe it's a trick of the light but satoru swears that tears are welling up in the corner of your eyes.

his chest tightens with an uncomfortable squeeze, his gaze falling to the floor. no one dares to speak for a moment, whatever words and phrases of reassurance satoru would typically throw your way now suddenly seem shallow and lack any sort of weight behind them. the air is tense around the both of you.

you don't even need him to respond to know the answer to your own question as it would be a resounding no. for most of his life, satoru lives and breathes like he's untouchable, detached from most things including other people. being someone who has been leagues above everyone else since birth does that to a person.

however, it seems that this has caused him to forget that others around him don't share his fate and that no matter how detached he still believes himself to be, there are still ones who crave his connection and see past his facade of godhood and more as the human he truly is underneath it all.

"...i'm sorry, baby." he murmurs under his breath as he looks back up at you, sincerity and raw vulnerability evident in his expression. "i promise that i'll be more careful next time." he brings your hands to his lips and presses a soft kiss against your skin, letting himself bask in the warmth, your warmth, that is radiating off of you.

"there shouldn't be a next time." you huff half-heartedly, trying to stand strong in light of his previous behaviour which led to this moment but you feel your knees start to turn into jelly the moment his lips graze your hands.

a faint laugh escapes him. "i'll make a promise on that too." he adds, spreading his legs slightly just so he can pull you against his chest and into his arms.

gojo satoru is used to living only for himself but now, he has to remember that he has someone to come home to and he's going to make sure that he starts living like he did. only a shame he didn't see this earlier.

[thelov3lybookworm]

No Big Deal

Azriel x Reader

Summary: new chores, but surely it won't be too bad.

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Word Count: 1082 (more than i expected honestly)

Warnings: none <3

A/n: kinda like a part 2 of my maid!reader fic, but its a oneshot so can be read by itself! not proofread cus i wrote it in like an hour lols, so not my best work but ive got no inspiration recently and yet im doing my best to get fics out every week🤷🏻‍♀️

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳

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It’s no big deal, Y/n told herself for the thousandth time that day.

It was just a room, and she was to clean it. Quick, simple, easy. The fact that she had never cleaned any living quarters before and only been assigned to deserted hallways and storage rooms before was not a big deal. She would just go in, sweep and clean up, and then get out.

Quick, simple, easy.

And yet, the pit in her stomach pulsed in time with her heartbeat in her ear like the maw of some sort of unnatural, unrelenting beast.

The amount of servants in the palace was more than was countable, and so it had been fairly easy to escape doing her duties under the scrutinising gaze of the elite upper fae, sneering at the iridescent wings she hid away most times. But being a -as the higher fae call it- half-breed, came with its own problems.

Most times, she could hide them away without problem. But when, after days of hard labour, the butterfly-like wings would sprout from her back unbidden at the slightest shift of attention.

But other than that, it was all fine. Simple. Easy.

Y/n's days consisted of waking up with -sometimes before- the sun, hurrying to clean up, and hoping there were still leftover delicacies from the previous night that she could sneak out after she had shovelled down thick porridge that made her gag every time. It was not that it was bad, per say, but… it was not the best either.

But that was neither here nor there. Because now she stood in front of an ornately carved wooden door, on the other side of which was the quarters assigned to her for cleaning.

The hallway was mostly deserted, the only other soul the male servant at the other end of it, sweeping the pristine white floors. Located quite near the princeling’s chambers, it led Y/n to assume the room belonged to one of his close confidants.

No big deal, Y/n reminded herself, and then lifted her hand to knock on the door.

Long moments passed without response, and heart throbbing in her throat, Y/n pushed the heavy door open, eyes scanning the silent interior.

"Good day…I’m here to clean…"

The words sounded like a question to herself, the uncertainty apparent. And when, after long moments where no sound returned, Y/n realised that the walls were her only companion.

Small blessings, she mused as she set down the bucket of soapy water in her hand and straightened her skirts. She leaned the broom against the wall nearest and set to righting the bedsheets. They were barely rumpled, as though the occupant of the room had only laid on top of the covers and then left before their weight could make a dent in the bedding.

Just as she was fluffing up the pillows, the faded scent of… cedar? And something that reminded her of the court she lived in floated up to her nose, filling up her lungs with a sort of nostalgia that rendered her speechless, her mind trying to connect the scent to the event that lingered in the back of her mind.

Where had she encountered that scent?

Y/n straightened, her brows furrowed, and turned towards the low coffee table and began picking up the few dishes that littered the table, a bejewelled knife and some spoons and forks and putting it all on the tray to be taken down to the kitchens. She grabbed a rag and kneeled next to the table, still trying to figure out if she had seen the resident of the room before when it hit her.

The Illyrian. He had seemed like the young prince’s friends, and it would make sense that he lived close to him.

It had been maybe over a month since that encounter. She had forgotten about the peculiar meeting almost the day after. But it seemed a little… suspicious, how after over a year of working, his quarters were the first ones she was to clean.

Had he asked for her?

Nonetheless, Y/n finished wiping the table and stood, huffing.

"Is there any way I can help?"

Y/n jumped, whipping around to stare at the soft-spoken Illyrian wide eyed. He, in turn, winced, like he hadn’t accounted for his sudden appearance being frightening for Y/n.

"No- no, my lord. I’ll leave if you wish-"

His lips twisted down on the corners. "The name’s Azriel."

She frowned. "Sorry…?"

He shook his head. "Stay, finish your work. I’ll just be here."

She looked around, contemplating as he walked towards the armchair in the corner. "I’m almost done."

He nodded, his eyes focused on her every movement. "How long have you been working? Like, in the palace?"

Y/n walked over to the bucket where she had discarded the used utensils and threw the rag on top of it, then picked up the broom. "For almost a year now."

"I’ve never seen you before." Surprise coloured his soft voice, making her raise a brow.

"And suddenly, by some miracle, you see me twice this week." Her eyes flicked up, watching for any signs to give away his guilt, and she was rewarded by the blood rushing to darken the skin of his neck and ears.

"Miracle, indeed." he mumbled, his eyes glued to the carpet.

Her heart began racing, and she quickly ducked her head, hurrying to finish up soon.

Knowing he asked for her, knowing he remembered her, after running into each other only once, did something to her

Maybe he will murder me in my sleep.

She set the broom aside, then turned to look at him. His eyes were downcast, moving across the pages of the report he held in his hand, but she knew his attention was on her.

After all, she didn’t know anyone who had the ability to read things upside down.

"I’ll take my leave now." she mumbled.

His eyes flicked up, and he pushed to his feet, discarding the papers in his hand and nodding. "Thank you."

Y/n ran her eyes over him once, without meaning to. His leathers were pristine, his boots shone. Each holster contained weapons, and she was sure he had many hidden, too. One of the holsters remained empty. Maybe he didn’t notice.

Finally, after a long moment of staring, she bowed her head, then turned, picking up the bucket.

"Have a good day."

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[luvyuuma]

Welcome to writing for &team!! I hope you enjoy it and remember to have fun 🤭

I can’t get over how much Nico would def say “you’re legally obligated to keep holding me” like that sounds so baby girl of him! What are your thoughts my love?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: thank u!! yes! he definitely would say something like this HAHAHA thinking of making this into a full ass fic IDK anyways hope u enjoy this one <3

SYNOPSIS / when you break your arm, your ex-best friend nicholas is the one who shows up to the hospital and sits by you for hours. then, he confronts you about the distance you were in between the two of us.

TW / none

WC / 1.1k words

PAIRING / nicholas x gn!reader

touch-starved &team prompt list

NICHOLAS + “you’re legally obligated to keep holding me” + "I can't remember the last time I did this with someone"

“Are you okay?” he asks for the umpteenth time.

You sigh exaggeratedly. Had you not broken your arm, you would’ve attacked Nicholas by now.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says quickly, eyes growing wide.

“I told you already, Nicholas. You should go home. I’ll be fine here,” you tell him.

Nicholas shakes his head profusely, “I can’t leave you like this.”

“You’re killing me, you know that?” you deadpan, looking down at the bed tray in front of you. Jelly-like pudding stared back at you, reminding you that hospital food is indeed food cooked in Hell.

“I won’t be able to sleep if I stay home, knowing I could’ve stayed with you longer.”

You look up again.

He’s staring at you, all innocent-like but you can read between the lines. Being friends with Nicholas for three years gave you a deep insight on who he really is. Smart, kind and takes care of you in a way you had never expected anyone to. It’s the fact that you wouldn’t have to ask either—he just does things around you while you simply existed.

It didn’t stop there.

It got intense at some point.

Brief touches—holding your waist to get past you, patting your head, hugs that lasted an eternity and night of sobriety at a party that felt like drunkenness. You swore that night you were about to kiss, Nicholas was about to tell you something but it slipped away.

It’s been months…

You’d distance yourself from him since. It was turning into something you weren’t sure you wanted.

He’s your best friend. He’s like a brother to you.

Then, you started craving his presence. It’s true, what they say. You only want something when it’s gone; when it was there, you had no trouble using it and now that it’s gone, you walk around forever craving it.

However, you were lucky.

You’d broken your arm and you needed someone to get your toiletries for you. Nicholas is the only one with a spare key to your apartment. The only one who would care enough to bring it to you.

So that’s why you’re sitting here—you on the hospital bed with unappetising dinner and he’s dragged a chair next to you. You’ve been like this for hours, catching up on what you missed out on the last few months.

But neither of you mentioned the distance you had.

Someone had to.

“What—“

“What happened to us?” he interrupts you.

You’re flabbergasted.

Nicholas sees it in your face. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you respond. 

It’s easier than bringing it up yourself. Confrontation was not your strongest suit. Acting like everything is okay? You’re the most confident.

“Yes,” Nicholas says. “You do.”

“Nicholas, you should really go home now,” you murmur, putting your head down.

A beat and a half of silence saunters slowly past the two of you. The faint shuffling of the nurses getting by, the buzzers in the background and the cold, sterilised hospital air renders you still. As if breathing even a little louder would dirty the air.

You feel your heart beat out of your chest when Nicholas lifts your face up. Gently. He does everything so gently. Oh, how you missed that.

He forces you to look into his eyes.

And, you can tell. You can tell how much this scares him. After all, the line between friends and lovers is so thin and blurred and who would know better than the two of you?

“Please. Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleads with you, eyebrows sewing in.

You can’t find your voice.

“I miss you. I miss us.”

You’re shattered.

“I…I miss you too, Nicholas,” you finally speak.

His eyes light up slowly as he tries to fight back a smile. Ultimately, he fails. 

Nicholas pulls you into a bear hug.

“Hey, my arm is broken!” you yelp.

He’s careful of your arm, of course but you had to put it out there.

“No!” he exclaims. “You’re legally obligated to keep holding me—broken arm or not.”

You scoff. But you can’t argue. Your face is in his chest, taking in the scent you weren’t around for for so long. You missed this, you missed him.

You’ve felt so lonely in your being that you didn’t realise how much you needed this. All those months of isolation. Sure you were around people, but they didn’t compare to him.

“I can’t remember the last time I did this with someone,” you utter.

“Me too.”

Pulling away from him, there’s a new expression on his face. 

Reverence.

He hesitates, like he’s weighing everything. Then he speaks.

“Let me take you out, Y/N. Just once. I’ll make it worth your while,” Nicholas says. He says everything like he’s pleading you, begging for permission.

Your heart skips a beat, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“You don’t believe me?!” he asks, offended.

“Mmm, let’s say that,” you tease.

“Oh, you better be ready when your arm is healed.”

“Can’t wait.”

[austinbutlerslovers]

New Neighbor

Label 18+

Summary Your new neighbor is a hot fit biker. The strong silent type, and all you can think about is how to make him yours, because you love a challenge, and you always get what you want.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥 Handsome new neighbor •Female in heat • promiscuous girl • teasing • Benny playing hard to get • trying to dominate Benny • manhandled by Benny • rough sex • size kink• girl on top • P in V • doggy style • rendered senseless • orgasms • after care

New Neighbor

The first time you catch a glimpse of your new neighbor moving in, you nearly drop the tray of muffins in your hands.

God, was he hot.

Standing at least 6’ ft broad-shouldered with muscled arms exposed under a sleeveless tee, he looked like he’d been carved straight out of some sinful fantasy.

His sandy brown hair was just long enough to curl at the ends, and that goatee? Pure rugged perfection. Add in piercing blue eyes and the Harley parked outside, and you were officially a goner.

He didn’t seem like the chatty type—strong, silent, mysterious even. And if there was one thing you liked, it was a challenge.

You watch him from your kitchen window longer than you intended before deciding theres no way in hell were you going to let the other nosy neighbors get to him first.

You threw together a welcome basket, just an excuse to knock on his door, and maybe—just maybe—see if those biceps felt as good as they looked.

Before heading out, you made sure to tug your top down showing just enough cleavage to grab his attention, then with your heart racing and confidence high, you knocked on his door, basket in hand.

A moment later, the door swung open, and there he was, leaning lazily against the frame, his eyes sweeping over you with keen interest.

Up close, he was even hotter —unfairly good-looking, with a slow, knowing smile that knocked every damn word right out of your mouth.

“Hey,” he drawled, his voice deep and smooth. “What’s this?”

You blinked up at him, your brain scrambling to function.

“I, uh… welcome basket.” You shoved it toward him wide eyed and breathless.“Just a —little something to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

His gaze sweeps over you, lingering just enough to send a heat rushing through your veins. “Nice of you,” he says, taking it from your hands. “Name’s Benny.”

Your lips curve into a flirtatious smile seeing he’s interested. “If you need anything, Benny, don’t hesitate to ask.” you add, your eyes shamelessly wandering over his biceps. “Any little thing you can think of.”

Benny’s brows lift, and that damn handsome smirk widens even more. “I can think of something right now,” he says stepping aside and ushering you in.

You don’t hesitate, walking inside as he shuts the door behind you.

The place is neat, though distinctly his- a leather jacket draped over a chair, a duffel bag half-unpacked in the corner, and tools spread across the kitchen counter. His riding gloves sit beside an open beer, and a stack of mail is tossed haphazardly on the table.

“Nice place,” you say, sliding onto a stool as he hands you a beer.

“Didn’t think I’d be entertaining this soon,” he smirks, leaning against the counter.

“Am I entertaining?” you tease, taking a sip.

“Oh, you’re somethin’,” he drawls, his gaze lingering on you as you cross your legs, playing up the way your skirt rides up just a little higher than whats modest.

The conversation flows easily, filled with teasing remarks and stolen glances. Benny watches you with a knowing smirk as you lay it on thick, your hand occasionally brushing his arm, your smile lingering as you look at him through your lashes.

At one point, he chuckles, shaking his head. “You don’t hold back, do you?”

You tilt your head innocently. “Why should I?”

He exhales a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Woman after my own heart.”

You look away grinning. “And something more.”you admit finishing your beer.

His smirk deepens and there’s something different in the way he looks at you, something careful despite the obvious heat between you.

He’s holding back for such a hard man, with all his strength and rugged intensity— and you can tell.

When you finally leave, you’re half-disappointed he didn’t bend you over the counter and render you senseless like you wanted.

But it was fine—you liked a slow burn, and by the way his eyes lingered on you as you walked away, you had no doubt he was thinking about you, just as much as you were thinking about him.

The sound of Benny’s Harley rumbling to life jolts you awake. You scramble to the window in the morning, watching as he straddles his Harley, his muscles flexing under his tee. He looks like a goddamn dream, and you bite your lip, watching him drive off.

Today was the day. You were gonna look cute, you were gonna see him again, and this time, he wasn’t gonna be able to resist you.

You throw on the tiniest pair of shorts you own, tie a tee at the waist, and step outside—only to realize the sky has darkened and the air is heavy with moisture.

A drizzle starts, and as you glance toward Benny’s porch, you spot his laundry still hanging on the line.

Then, like the universe is testing you, the sky opens up.

“Shit,” you mutter, dashing toward his laundry, snatching towels and jeans off the line as the rain soaks through your own clothing in the process.

You’re hauling an armful of damp clothes toward his door when the rumble of his engine startles you.

Benny pulls up just as you reach the porch, dismounting smoothly. He takes one look at you, drenched and clutching his laundry, and smirks.

“That’s cute,” he says, striding over to help.

“I wasn’t gonna let your stuff get ruined,” you insist stepping inside as he holds the door open for you.

He follows, shaking off the rain as you both drop the clothes onto the counter. The air between you shifts—humid and thick with something unsaid.

You glance at him, both of you soaked, his shirt clinging to the hard lines of his chest as he watches you, the water dripping down your form, your shirt practically see-through, your breaths coming in short, uneven pants.

“Persistent little thing, aren’t you?” He says his voice low and filled with quiet longing.

You meet his gaze, pulse hammering as every nerve in your body ignites with anticipation. “I always get what I want Benny,” you whisper, stepping closer, your hands sliding over his firm biceps.

A smirk plays at his lips as he takes you in, his blue eyes dark with desire. “You’ve got me,” he says, his voice low and rough and before you know it, his hands are on your waist gripping you close as his mouth crashes against yours.

The force of him steals your breath, his body hard and unyielding as he walks you backward toward the bedroom.

Clothes come off piece by piece, your hands trailing down his toned chest until you lay back on his bed. He unbuttons his jeans, holding them at the waist as you slip your panties down.

You watch, breathless, as he digs through a drawer, retrieving a condom and when he finally pushes his jeans down, your eyes widen as they slide down his hips, your breath hitching at the size of his cock.

He grins at your expression. “Better than you imagined?”

You swallow hard, heat rushing to your cheeks. “M-much more,” you stutter, barely able to form words.

His smirk deepens as he rolls the condom on slow and patient as his gaze locks on yours. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, sweetheart.”

He climbs over you, his abs flexing with each movement, every curve of his body defined and powerful. The length of his cock brushes against your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth against your skin as he positions himself above you, his biceps flexing as he holds himself up.

But you’re not about to let him take control that easy.

You push against his chest, surprising him as you force him onto his back. He lets you, his grin widening as he settles against the mattress, his hands immediately finding your waist, holding you firm.

“You gonna take me?” he grins his eyes dark with amusement and something more dangerous.

“Mmhmm” you say defiantly biting your lip as you climb onto him, straddling his hips.

Your hands trail down his chest, feeling the firm ridges of muscle beneath your fingertips as you slowly lower yourself down on him. His cock is thick, stretching you wide, forcing a deep moan from your lips as your body adjusts to the sheer size of him.

“C’mon, sweetheart, take me,” he taunts, his voice thick with heat. As you struggle his hands cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your nipples as he thrusts up into you, making you gasp the stretch so deep it makes your eyes squeeze shut.

He keeps goading, bucking his hips, filling you deep and you moan taking each hard thrust until you regain your senses, practically bunny bouncing on him.

“Fuck thats it ,” he rasps, watching your body take him. “Look at you.”

You do—you watch him, watch the way his jaw clenches, the way he pants, the way his hands grip your hips firm as you begin to ride him harder. He meets you thrust for thrust, his groans of satisfaction driving you faster.

“Taking me good,” he grunts, his eyes locked on yours, his praise making your body burn hotter as the room fills with the sounds of skin meeting skin, your breathless moans and Benny’s deep, husky praises.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his hands, squeezing your hips claiming you harder. “Doing real damn good.”

You shudder your head tipping back as you orgasm rocking your hips against him in sweet bliss.

Suddenly, the room spins as Benny flips you onto your back in one fluid motion, his strength sending a thrill through your dazed body. Your hands fly up, and he grips your wrists in one hand, pinning you as he kneels between your thighs, positioning himself once more.

“You didn't take me all the way” he rasps. “Now I gotta finish what you started” he breathes, his cock pressing insistently at your entrance.

“Please Benny,” you practically moan and your eyes roll back as he pushes into you all over again, stretching you to the brink, satisfying you so deep you can hardly breathe.

He grips your wrists firm, his muscles flexing hard as he slams against you, each thrust making the bed creak as you wail, your cries filling the air loud enough to wake the neighbors.

The pressure of his cock, the intensity of him, it’s almost too much—but you don’t want him to stop.

You come in seconds, your hips pushing up as your orgasm rolls through you, the pleasure so high it steals every bit of breath from your lungs.

The second your body slacks, he pulls out, only to flip you onto your stomach, making you gasp as he drags the thick head of his cock through your slick heat before pushing back in with one deep claiming stroke.

The bed shakes as he takes you from the back, his hands pulling you into every hard unrelenting thrust as he fucks you incoherent against the mattress.

“Benny,” you moan, your face flushed, your cheek pressed to the sheets as the bed rocks beneath you. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you harder, faster, rendering you senseless, each snap of his hips, pushing you deeper into mind-numbing bliss.

“This what you wanted?” he demands his voice loud and rough.

You whimper, desperate, breathless, your fingers clutching at the sheets. “Yes—Benny—y-es,” you cry, barely able to form words as he pounds into you over and over, his pace unrelenting pushing you past every limit.

His rough fingers find your clit and your eyes roll back as he goes harder, deeper, until all you can do is moan, your body shuddering as he finally groans, burying himself deep, his release pulsing from his cock as you come together.

For a moment, all that fills the room is ragged breathing.

Then Benny laughs breathlessly pulling out, your body aching from the loss, “Damn sweetheart,” he exhales laying onto his back. “Hope you didn’t have any plans after this.” He says pulling you to his chest.

You grin, looking up at his handsome face, your body weak and spent. “I think you just made ‘em for me, Benny,” you confess, and as he looks at you his blue eyes darken. He pulls you in for a long lingering kiss, pouring all his feelings into it, already hooked on you—Because you like a challenge and you always get what you want.

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[youngwonhui]

✦ picture of a perfect rose | ch. 2

*•. member: Seokmin x afab readers

*•. genre: arranged marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, slowburn, slight mystery

*•. wc: 14k

*•. warnings: Seokmin might lose his temper again, alcohol consumption, smut, MDNI, unprotected sex (don’t do this folks)

*•. crossposted on AO3

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chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

“Do you think we can eat now?”

“Does this have vegetable in it?”

“Can i have two bowls?”

“Is this hot?”

The questions are flying to you like moths to a flame. You can only suppress your laughter, with two hands stirring the big pot of soup. Surrounding you, groups of children taking in the sight of delicious warm soup.

They couldn’t care regardless who’s stirring the pot.

“Hush you all, let the Queen finish her soup.” You shook your head lightly at the volunteer who step up. Signaling that you are quite alright with the little audiences.

Today you’re visiting a small community just in the outskirts of town and helping on cooking for their soup kitchen. You were told that since it’s sunday, there’s many kids flocking the area. It doesn’t help that next door is a big playground. You can see the kids began to disperse. Running straight there past the people lining up with meal ticket in hand.

“You didn’t have to, they must be starving from playing.” You told the kind volunteer. Now arranging pieces of chicken freshly roasted into the buffet tray.

“No, they’re just curious. Pretty sure next time they’ll asked you for candies your majesty.”

“Oh no, do the foundation needs more sweets supply? Are there growing populations of kids around this neighborhood? We can take account the high dema—”

“Your majesty please, we have enough,” the kind volunteer stops your relentless ramble. “We’re always fully stocked thanks to the fair distribution law for the needed.” Upon your confused face, they try to elaborate. “The late Queen implemented said law. She’ll be missed greatly.”

The words surprise you, learning another knowledge of the late Queen’s legacy. The thought clenches your heart a little. You and majority of the kingdom has been intentionally shunning her of only her flaw. Never bothered paying attention to any good that she’s done. Your mind began to wander, will your time be mirroring her? Will your choice brought you demise and forced you to ended up alone in a place you barely recognize?

“Your majesty.”

Your gaze return to the volunteer beside you, seeing them bowing so deep sent you to confusion. But not long until you realize that the greeting wasn’t directed to you. The soup has your attention and thought sucked deep into a seemingly unending circle. Completely missing out the massive shift of crowds around you. Caused by the man in your thought.

“Hello there, masterchef.”

“Seokmin?” You tried to mask your surprise, but what surfaced is just a pure elated smile just from a mere sight of Seokmin.

Seokmin exchange a few handshakes and waves to the newly formed crowd around him. He then swiftly moved to your side, leaning close to take a peek of the massive pot you have been stirring. Seokmin then smiles at you, completely rendering you speechless.

Thankfully the volunteer manager who you’ve met earlier kindly explaining the agenda today. Including the soup that has been stealing your attention. A shy smile made its way to your face, Seokmin himself couldn’t hide his own.

He eyed down your somewhat casual attire, complemented by the apron that has been sewed by the local youth community. His smile grew bigger when he spots a pair of flats as your choice of footwear.

“This smells so good. Have you ever cooked this at home?” Seokmin’s mention of home caught you off guard but you’re quick to overcame it.

“Uh, i don’t think so? I certainly never cooked this big of a portion before.” Around you, there’s a resounding laughter upon your words.

At first you had not gotten used to it. Being the center of attention of many people, and those same people reacting to your every words and moves. For now, your own focus are halved by the man beside you.

“Anyway, i’m just quickly dropping by since i was only a few blocks away. I must rush to a meeting at the cabinet office.” Seokmin then turn to the volunteer manager, exchanging words with each other. Leaving you fumbling with a slight surprise and disappointment.

As Seokmin quickly busied by bidding goodbye to anyone in charge, you immediately realize the time. You asked the volunteer earlier for a to-go box and then proceed to pack up a decent set of meal. After spotting Seungkwan somewhere by the corner, you silently handed it to him.

“Can you give this to Seokmin? Just in case he got caught up and forgotten to eat. Or it’s for you if-if he doesn’t want any. That’s cool too.”

Seungkwan has a knowing smile in his face but you’re still oblivious of it. Clouded by nerves. Seungkwan assures you of his duty and you left to return to your soup.

Seokmin bid you a quick goodbye before Wonwoo ushered him back to the car. Mass of people following him close as he make way to the waiting car. Once inside, Seokmin is oblivious of the smile grazing his face. As bright as the first sunlight in May.

“Here, your wife is concern of your nutrition.” Seungkwan placed a warm package on to Seokmin’s lap. A teasing smirk on his face.

Stunned, Seokmin stare at the brown paper bag he’s been given. Steady hand unwrapping it midst the shaky moving car. His focus undivided to finishing the task. Not finding how Wonwoo and Seungkwan exchange a knowing smile. Inside the wrapping, he found a generous portion of the meal he saw earlier.

“Did Y/n gave it to you?” Seokmin hasn’t lift his head, staring intently at the slight steam coming off of his packed lunch.

“Mmhm, she told me i could have it if you don’t want any.” Seungkwan’s reaching hand are quickly pushed away by Seokmin’s possessive ones.

“Y/n says it’s mine first.”

Seokmin could almost hear Wonwoo and Seungkwan rolling their eyes. But a whispers of smile on their faces.

A meal could have never brought Seokmin this kind of happiness, his thought kept returning to you. After he apologize on that dusty staircase Seokmin’s eyes kept finding its way to you. Seemingly washed in a new light. He revel the sight he sees every morning when you’re so dedicated to cook a breakfast not because you have to, but because you just love doing it. And Seokmin is certainly in no place to stopped you from doing it.

Not when he adores you shuffling around the bright kitchen in your choice of sleeping attire. Sometimes it’s a matching silk pyjama, but sometimes it’s an old baggy T-shirt that he assumes has been in your possession since high school.

“If you start drooling to the food, i’m telling Y/n.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Wonwoo had to resigned to his seat. The argument happening in front of him has becoming a sight he’s accustomed to.

\\

“What do you think the difference between apricot and cherry blossom is?” You mindlessly wonder, picking at the warm egg tart you just made.

You’re met with no answer other than the clicking of keyboard from Yeri across the counter.

It’s a rare day where you’re free of any royal duties, and Yeri has kept you company throughout the day while arranging future plans of visitation schedule and lots of meeting. She has kindly let you ramble as you tries to busied yourself with the tricky recipe you’re trying today.

Yet eventually you succeed. After mixing up two kinds of recipe and ended up with mountains of little cups of treats.

Deciding that Yeri couldn’t even entertain you in your free day, you decided to turn to another one with a free day. Although that other person has been holed in his studies with his ‘friend’ discussing something of an urgent matter. Some free day they have.

Carrying a tray of freshly baked golden egg tarts, you made your way to the studies. As you’re nearing the familiar somewhat formidable door, you could see how it’s slightly ajar. Much more familiar voices you began to recognize when you stood before it.

“Seokmin, Jeonghan and i both know what she’s capable of. It’s not out of her character to do so.”

“What Chan is trying to say it that, there’s a possibility. But we still have to find concrete evidence. We can’t still accuse someone out of hypothesis.”

“Are you accusing her of corruption? The very same one she’s trying to fight all her life?”

“Seokmin we’re trying to say, that no one truly knows her. Especially in her last years of reign. Not even yourself.”

“Chan, please.”

“GET OUT!”

You heard a quickening shuffles, until you realize your current position might be a tad suspicious. If it not for the hand full of tray, you might have took a hiding behind another corner. But alas, the door opened to Chan with Wonwoo and Jeonghan in tow. All with the same frown in their face.

“Y/n.” Wonwoo whispers before he glance to Seokmin and then back to you silently. Chan on the other hand, true to his nature, quick to his suspicion tendencies. Meanwhile Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to gives you a judging eyes.

“Were you eavesdropping? What did you hear?” Chan’s pointing hand to you are quickly hushed away by Wonwoo.

Although looking in sour mood, Wonwoo manage to mutter quick apology before dragging Chan away to the fresh air. Far from the same fiery state Seokmin is in. Jeonghan only following suit, he kept his eyes on you and it somewhat almost reducing your confidence.

You almost couldn’t recognize Seokmin though. Standing with his back turned to you, his tense shoulder became the sole reminder of that night. You’re quick to step in and and close the door behind you. Trying to put another barrier between Seokmin and his friends just in case one of them are hell bent to argue some more.

Upon the sound of the door, Seokmin turn his eyes, but quickly averted your gaze. A feeling of shame and worry crept into his body. Once again you had to see him in this shameful state. Too worked up and couldn’t manage to control his own emotion.

“Y/n, you should get out before i say something that will hurt you again.”

“I believe you wouldn’t do the same mistake twice.”

Your voice was hushed, and it sounds clear in Seokmin’s ear. You had chosen to stay inside and taking steps to approach him instead. After setting down the tray you carries. Seokmin slowly turns to you, head hung low and the same distraught and frown in his face.

You tries to match his eyes, feeling that he doesn’t need words for now. Although it took a while but eventually Seokmnin stopped avoiding your gaze. One calming breath after another, Seokmin’s own shaking hands unfurl from his fist.

“I’m sorry, you have to see that.”

“You and Chan argue often. I’m sure both of you would make-up soon.” Seokmin’s chuckle brought a smile to your face.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, too.” Seokmin paused, you try to encourage him to talk. Hoping that Seokmin will trusts you enough to open up. “I shouldn’t have been angry like that but,” the sentence ended on Seokmin’s exasperated sigh.

“Was it about your mother?”

Your heart broke when Seokmin nodded, his eyes fixed to you before fluttering close. You couldn’t fight the hesitation to take his hand. Wanting to give him all the comfort in the world. And Seokmin seemingly welcoming all the touch you give. Latching on to your hold as his gaze now fixed to one of the painting.

A flower garden. Green and somewhat colorful with its surrounding flower shrubbery and fallen petals of what it looks like a cherry blossom leading to the palace. The painting looks as if it’s a picture taken in amidst of a flower petal hurricane.

“Knowing how she absolutely hate living in this palace, she always found consolation in painting. She cares about art and always made sure to pay visits to the royal art exhibition. Even though she burst out once when the poor staff was found not properly changing the theme banner for that one exhibition. And then, more and more people keep calling her the mad queen. She was never that.”

“That’s what’s important. For you to know that she isn’t, Seokmin.”

“Yeah, but it’s not enough. Not when i realize it was too late and then she was gone. When she gets called like that, even by our closest aid, i begin to feel distance towards her. Granted i was a stupid teenager. She was always so kind and gentle with me. But after dad passed and she begin her reign, all the spotlight and constant coverage of the media is just putting more distance between me and her. All because i didn’t want nothing to do with a kooky queen.”

“Oh Seokmin,” instinctively you pull him to a hug. Seokmin puts no resistance, sharply inhaling your scent as he pulls you closer. Your hands roam around Seokmin’s back in reassurance.

Time passed and Seokmin reluctantly pulls away, but his hand still wrapped around yours and softly tugging you to follow him. Staring at his turned back never felt more joyous. He led you to the lit fireplace. Deep into the corners of his studies.

Taking a seat on the sofa, Seokmin is still standing staring at the slowly raging fire until you tugged at your intertwined hand lightly. Seokmin absentmindedly took his seat beside you.

“When the news of the accident came, i was so far away from her. At the back yard playing golf. She was on her way back from a visit on the countryside. One that i was supposed to attend too.” You kept your hand on his, giving occasional squeeze to encourage Seokmin. “I kept thinking that i somewhat play a hand in her loneliness. Even though i knew how much she hate it here, i play dumb and ignored her even when we stay under one roof. I could’ve made the effort to visit her, just to say hi.”

“I know she would be happy just knowing that you remembered her as kind and gentle.” Your soft reply are accompanied by the soft crackling noise from the fire. A smile to let Seokmin knows that it’s okay.

Seokmin swore to be better. To care more, and not keeping a blind eye to the wrongdoings that happened under his reign. Continuing his mother’s legacy and trying to better her name. Even though he realized that it’s an effort out of regret, Seokmin quite literally has no other way to make up to his mother.

“She was a far more better leader than my father ever was. I regret that i never got to say it to her.”

“You’re kind enough to be just like her. The rest can fall into place as you learn through time.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. I might only be here through an inopportune circumstances, but you still treat me at least like a human being.” You confess through a tight smile. Surprise colouring Seokmin’s face. “I never admit it to my parents but i was miserable at school. I only got there through my mom’s old job here, but they were so happy for me. I could’ve reject the offer, but you know those rejection means to me. A mere commoner who think they’re too good for the prestigious royal academy.”

Seokmin sighed at the knowledge. He knew education at royal academy is somewhat a reward to whoever has plead their service to the palace. But he also acknowledge the class difference that happened there and how some people are just plain shitty sometimes.

“You’re far better than half of the people in that ‘royal’ academy.” Seokmin’s hushed reply sending a butterfly of excitement in your stomach. Emphasizing his slight disgust at the word ‘royal’. You squeeze his hand in assurance. You don’t have the confidence to look at Seokmin like this.

And if later when you fall asleep on your own bed and illuminated by the tablet by your side, when Seokmin manage to pull the blanket to cover you properly— Seokmin turn his way back to the connecting door quickly.

He doesn’t have the confidence to not tuck the hair that fallen to your face. The lingering warmth on his hand from a touch of your skin is proving his heart wants too much than he could handle.

\\

“Are you sure about this?”

You only smile to yourself at Yeri’s constant question. Already know the answer and simply letting Yeri pestering you for her own satisfaction.

“I mean, yes everything is well prepared and food choices are good as always. But still, this new venue are gonna raise the expectation up to the roof tomorrow.”

You can practically hear Yeri shaking across the coffee table. You still has your eyes to the document on your hand.

“We’ve been planning this for a long time. I went through a lengthy process to make sure the garden are fitting enough for the spring festival. You said it yourself that it’s a ‘casual’ festivities.” You replied calmly, finally putting down the paper to face Yeri.

“I know. It’s just i’m worry those snobby nobles are gonna talk about you just because you suggested a new thing for this event. I mean, yeah it’s casual but some of these people treat this brunch parties like a ballroom gala. So everything has to be all gold draped ballroom and chandelier. They want to enjoy the rich they didn’t deserve.”

“So tacky.” You huffed, gesturing at the window to Yeri. In her slight annoyance, then looking to the window to see the bright greeneries. “It’s so beautiful outside, i even talk to three sources for the weather prediction. Seokmin’s mother and the Queens before her made these occasion so that the people in the court felt homely and welcomed. I intend to upheld it, not making it just an excuse to drink champagne and eat cake.”

“God knows they done enough of it to last a lifetime.”

You throw a look of understanding to Yeri’s word, glad that your newfound friend eventually agrees to you. Not that there’s anything she can do to stop your plan though, all the preparation was done for tomorrow. The usually empty field of grass surrounded by the cherry blossom trees are fully decorated and all the flower shrubs carefully trimmed.

Returning to the document in hand, you allow yourself to feel half relieved. Not that reading itinerary and budgeting calms you down, but moving on to another task felt like a completion to your work. All that’s left is saving some energy to put on a straight face when you’re eventually forced to socialize tomorrow. And you can’t sneak halfway like you did on the last occasion. You can feel your neck already tightened to the thought of tomorrow.

Later that night, you try to relax yourself to sleep. Laying sideways on your bed to focus on the movie you put on, treating it as a white noise to lulls you to sleep. After half an hour your eyelids already grew heavy, but the sound of the door closing let you became alert once more.

Through the opened connecting door, you can see that Seokmin has return. Quite early than usual.

You don’t mean to be nosy but the gap on the door is letting you see Seokmin going about around his room. Unbuttoning his shirt as he lightly ruffles his hair with a huff. The usual neatly styled hair has come undone, following the rest of his shirt button while Seokmin disappear to his bathroom. The sound of showers that follows only making you more alert.

Just close the door, you should be sleeping.

At least that’s what your conscience are saying. Fortunately you remain glued to your bed. Enjoying the light muffle sound of the shower, and the occasional hums of him singing.

Time surely flew because suddenly you realize that Seokmin finished with his shower and he shuffles out from the bathroom. Drying his damp hair and clad in a simple white T-shirt. You can see it so clearly, because Seokmin caught your staring eyes.

“Hey, you’re still awake.” Seokmin stood in the doorframe, looking devastatingly normal yet it made your heart skip a beat. “Well, usually you’re always asleep when i’m back. Leaving whatever is playing in your tablet on.”

“You came home early. So we’re both out of our routine.” You sat up on your bed, feeling a bit embarrassed that Seokmin essentially saw you passed out watching movie like a child.

“I guess we did.” Seokmin was silent for a moment. His hand, rested on the doorknob is having an internal debate whether he should close it or leave it as is. Half of himself also hoping that you tell him what to do.

“Are you going to sleep?” It took awhile until Seokmin shake his head as your question caught him off guard. “Do you want to watch this with me?”

Once again, your thought could barely catch up with your words. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s your own desire. To have Seokmin close company as it soothe the creeping anxiety of tomorrow’s event.

Seokmin kept his silence. He does when he still stood in the doorframe, and remain until he stood by the end of your bed. It continues as he dropped the damp towel on the floor and he sit on the empty space of the bed.

You can smell the freshness of Seokmin’s aftershave as he sat beside you. It almost drove you insane.

“What are we watching?” Seokmin eventually spoke.

“Uhh, um. Emma. But we can watch something else if you want.” Your offer is met with another shake of his head, Seokmin’s curls almost looks bouncing under the dim light.

“No need, I love Jane Austen.”

Seokmin smile to you before pressing the play button on the screen. You could almost melt into your pillow as Emma continues her matchmaking venture.

It’s almost impossible for you to focus on the movie. As expected. It gets especially hard when you notice that Seokmin continues bowing his head as time passed. You then realize that Seokmin is fighting the same exhaustion and sleepiness.

“Seokmin, you can just sleep you know?”

Your question are met with mumbles. Seokmin barely has his eyes opened. You held back a laugh when couldn’t held his head upright, lolling around with another sets of mumble.

It eventually hits you that Seokmin is already fast asleep. Quickly pausing the movie, you try to not disturb him further.

Then, you’re thrown to another discord within yourself. Another desire to feed your heart. Now almost unrecognizable as it slowly morphed into need. For Seokmin.

The breathe you held eventually hitched altogether when Seokmin’s lolling head decidedly stops on your shoulder. It all happened unceremoniously yet felt like a slow motion in your head.

Suddenly that empty taunt of begging Seokmin to love you tightened your heartstring. Because you finally realize how you have been lying the whole time. That those taunt is not as empty as you have thought. It’s very much alive as it sleeps under your skin. Only now awaken in one late night in early spring.

You pushed the thoughts away and force yourself to sleep.

\\

Seokmin smiles in his sleep. The strange thing is, much of his friend remind him enough now he can feel it somewhat subconsciously. He also talks in his sleep, but having recorded it once is enough for his curiosity.

And now, as his alarm clock gone off strangely faint, Seokmin can feel himself slowly awake with a smile. It remain until Seokmin eyes flutters open and the sight felt unfamiliar enough but not scares him.

How could he when he’s welcomed to your sleeping face. Close to his own while your arms around him is a special kind of warmth Seokmin has never dreamt of. Calmly, Seokmin tries to even out his breath. Not trying to wake you up, he needs to turn off his alarm in his own room. God knows you need all the sleep you can have for today.

He didn’t know how he ended up asleep being spooned by you, but its been one of the most restful sleep he has experienced of late.

Praying that he didn’t wake you up, Seokmin took almost half an hour trying to slid off your arms without disturbing you too much. The sun begin to stream into the room through the curtain when Seokmin stood free beside your sleeping figure. He decided to close the curtain to let you sleep some more.

Seokmin painted the picture of your serene sleeping figure in his mind before he decidedly part with it. His day waiting. What solace he found is to meet you later in the event you have so tiredly arrange.

The moment Seokmin disappears to his own room though, you let go of the breath you’ve been holding. Although Seokmin’s effort all for nil, you appreciate the little you can peek, of Seokmin’s smiling face and his little tiptoe to his room.

The little action fortunately gave you enough strength to start your day. Not that the event last night didn’t give you enough. All the butterflies still fluttering in your stomach almost making you flails around on your bed like a high school kid.

After a while, you manage to calm yourself and get out of bed. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that you have a big day ahead. You push aside the thoughts of last night and focus on the tasks at hand.

\\

“Of course she wouldn’t dare to came here with that.”

“Surely i wouldn’t let any of these people in.”

“The food though, it’s heavenly.”

“I mean yeah, the garden is pretty as well.”

If you could roll your eyes with every off-handed remarks you’ve been hearing, your eyeballs would’ve run laps around the whole garden. You try to focus on the little laughters of children playing near the blooming flowers. There’s a faint sound of music flowing, blending well with the hushed noise of people talking amongst themselves.

Seokmin has offered a few words to open the festivities after you, and then kindly disperse to talk amongst the few he could calls close friends. You recognize a few.

Yeri and a few seemingly kind ministers and nobles have been congratulating you on how the event have been arranged so beautifully. It’s enough to calm your anxious thoughts. Fearing that some unexpected little snaggle would ruin the long planned event.

You were in deep conversation with who appears to be Jeonghan’s mother. Who had claimed she went to the same school as Seokmin’s mother and as you found out later, your father. She’s kind and doesn’t make you feel as though you’re an outsider, trying to avert your attention from the gossiping snobs.

“Now, where is Seokmin? I sure hope Jeonghan or someone other isn’t keeping him up from you.” Jeonghan mother has a quick look towards you before she continues. “Now darling, you know you have someone to trust in the palace. If you ever feel lonely or just needing someone to have tea, you can count on me. Jeonghan might be insufferable or unexpected at times, but he’s just doing his best on his job as well as trying to protect Seokmin.”

They all do. You aren’t dense enough to not notice the slight wall they have been putting. The closest ones that Seokmin kept around him, Wonwoo, Chan, or even Jeonghan. There are times when their eyes were of eagles to you. Wary, and ready to pounce if you make a slight notion of threat towards Seokmin.

“Thank you ma’am.”

“Oh don’t ma’am me. You’re Seokmin’s wife, i’m practically your in laws. Oh excuse me honey, i have to save my husband from his third slice of your glorious cake.” Jeonghan’s mother hurriedly pat your arm. “This was all beautiful your majesty. What a great idea to have the festivities out here. Cheers.”

The sudden lost of companion sent a tense smile to your face. Continuous greetings and various degree of smile has your face feeling almost numb. But it doesn’t beat the tense muscles on your shoulder and back. One would’ve thought you were dropped on a pen full of hyenas, not a brunch festivities.

Decidedly, you make way to the mimosas stand. Passing another group of young ladies of the court. Probably fresh graduate from the same academy you went to. You’ve noticed they have took camp near either the mimosa stand or champagne table.

“Have you seen the king? He’s not even going near his wife. Maybe that rumor were true, they were only married cause she trapped him with pregnancy. But she doesn’t lo-”

“Talking about rumour, have you heard that he’s on a brink to launch a witch-hunt? The king is trying to pin down every one of his generals and ministers who had a hand on corruption. After that it could be the nobles.”

“Oh crap then we couldn’t really go anywhere this summer. My father would only let me to go the beach resort.”

“Pity, we were planning on the chalet though.”

“He truly ruins everything, ever since he got married to-”

Out of the blue, a hand grip your arm and brought you flush to a body. The same hand snaked around your waist and successfully turning your attention away from the gossiping bunch. Your surprised face is quickly welcomed to Seokmin’s smile. With his hair down and the curls showing through, you’ve never thought seeing Seokmin this relaxed around these people.

“Sorry if i startle you.” Seokmin’s voice was soft, yet your eyes traveled downwards to his touch around your waist. “Oh, pardon-”

“It’s okay Seokmin, there are many eyes looking.” You closely whisper the words, keeping the smile to not let Seokmin fumble anything.

So Seokmin kept his hold around still, as you finding a sliver of solace from his presence. The mimosa you just picked up doesn’t posses its original charm.

“Those girls are talking smack. It’s best to ignore them.” Seokmin wasn’t a royalty yesterday. He can hear and notice all the eyes and attention towards him and every single movement he made. Also it made him excel in ventriloquism. It amuses you slightly.

“Oh i’m used to to see them at the academy. I’m not surprised the slightest. What appears more surprising is the way you wear your hair.” Seokmin instinctively touches his hair, then laughs lightly. “You look good. Don’t worry.”

“I figure this is an outdoor brunch, a formal jacket should be enough and might as well give my hair a break.”

“You couldn’t tell Wonwoo that?” Seokmin turn to his bodyguard, laughs when he sees the same Wonwoo he sees everyday. The alertness tight in his feature as he’s clad in the same suit and tie. Not quite fitting with the blooming pastels and flowers around him.

“I’ll make sure he wears pink tie next time. Remind me of that. By the way I haven’t had chance to say this earlier but congratulations, this was fun and such a nice changes than years before. At least out here there’s less people doing dodgy things.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think about it like that. I just think about the cherry blossoms and what a waste it could go if we didn’t do anything to commemorate it. Spring brunch seems fitting.”

Seokmin gaze down to your side profile. Your eyes set far to the hustle and bustle of people talking to each others and enjoying their time. A slight taut in your temple worries him a little but also sent a tingle of endearment down to his guts. He took a deep breath instead, keeping his hold on you steady. Preparing to greet one of the old generals he recognize, already making his way with a plate of cake in hand.

Eventually it was past the high noon and one by one people are filing out of the garden. You had inform Yeri that the staffs could begin cleaning up, and making sure that they maintain the shape of the place like it was before.

You took refuge on one shady corner under a tree. Seokmin is nearby, talking to someone you could recognize as one of the firefighter that has been invited to the palace a few weeks ago. Mingyu. Your mind provided.

So they are truly friend.

Some of the staffs flitting around are kind enough to leave you alone or just shortly expressing their congratulations. While preparing for this event, you can’t help to grown close among them. Trying to plan and choreograph every movements and manners to handle a bunch of high profile nobles.

You also learned so much from them throughout. How to manage a party in the court, and knowing little details regarding the palace and it’s notion of tradition. How you somewhat breaking it, yet keeping it to the better. One of the young server once shyly said to you as you helped to fold the napkin in preparation.

The exhaustion slowly crept into your body, you feel like you can sleep through the day after this. For now you enjoy the breeze and the rain of cherry blossom petals that eventually covered the grass. Closing your eyes as you enjoy the slight scent of sun and soon to be summer.

“Congratulation again, Y/n.” Seokmin appears next to you, he walks closer after signaling Wonwoo to keep his guard down.

“Thanks, i’m glad some people enjoyed it.”

Seokmin raised his brows, he stood close, wanting to find the same shade as yours. Trying to see what you see.

“I for one enjoyed it. Although i’d prefer your waffle than what’s being served. Even though some of these people don’t really deserve your cooking.” You laughed at Seokmin’s seriousness regarding your culinary expertise.

“I think i prefer only cooking at our residence rather than catering to hundreds of people.”

Seokmin mutters a low agreement. His eyes then drop to the ground where his feet plays with some of the fallen petals. Even on the dirt, the delicate thing remain looking so innocent and somewhat untouched from outside forces.

“Can i ask though? Why here? Why this very place? An odd corner by the palace yard while there’s many other space you can choose.” You hummed to Seokmin’s curiosity. Paired with his eyes to you.

“Well, like i said i adore the cherry blossom and although this is a somewhat odd choice i figure it might be familiar to you.”

Seokmin instantly frown upon your reasoning. Confusion turns his body closer to you, a smidge of worries rests on his brown eyes. It almost makes you guilty but his own confusion surprised you.

“I have to say, i have no idea of this very corner of the garden until you brought it up for the meeting a few weeks ago.”

By this point, trying to explain to Seokmin felt like an unnecessary task. So you bit your lips in contemplation, before looking around the currently sparse ground. There’s only a few staffs finishing the cleanup and a few people still chatting as they walking away.

“I can show you, i think it’ll be better.”

Seokmin stares at your extended palm, but now he immediately took it unlike the last time by the tower. With careful steps, you lead through the sparse trees and climbing slightly up the little hilly terrain.

His growing curiosity are currently sidetracked with Seokmin’s focus are now on to his connected hand to yours. It felt warmer than the sunlight he’s been basking the whole day. The lingering excitement also flutters his heart familiarly.

Reaching the peak of the hill, and past the cherry blossom tree, you stopped and immediately turned Seokmin’s body to face the view.

At first Seokmin looks ahead, briefly frown in his confusion. Still not understanding your action. But then he slowly focus beyond the soft pink top of the trees and the few visible bushes of flowers are vast green ground that rolls seamlessly into the palace. It looks beautiful, and now just like you said, felt familiar to his heart.

Seokmin’s mother was a skillful painter. What he didn’t manage to realize was how his mother often paints her surroundings.

The very view bear the most resemblance to the painting his mother did, now hung in his own study. The same painting that greets him when Seokmin enters the room. Accompany his late nights hunching over stacks of documents.

A sense of nostalgia hits him. The very longing of a time and place he didn’t quite experience, but now he missed dearly. Seokmin imagines his mother hauling her own easel and big canvas, along with her bag of paints and brushes into this very spot and beginning her sketch.

Seokmin would never know, because he never paid attention to his mother.

“Now do you see it?” Your expectant words steals Seokmin’s attention, back to the time at hand.

Seokmin turns his head instantly to you, smiling so excitedly now that he is clearly in on your idea. Instantly his heartbeat run faster. The culmination of his outburst has come to this. Your smiling face on an afternoon as you look normally worn but somehow the way your hair went a little out of its place is endearing on its own way.

Seokmin likes it either way.

This early morning when it splayed as a result of your sleep. Before the party where you had successfully styled it neatly to not distract you during the event. Heck he realizes he loves it when you’re working out your thought in the kitchen, trying recipes you found of just coming back to classics just to distract your mind.

Seokmin loves it all.

You took a stumbling step back when Seokmin lunged forward, but a familiar hand steadies you and a kiss is placed on your lips. Startled, it took you awhile until your eyelids fluttered close and reply the kiss. Applying the same showcase of power and delicateness with the way Seokmin’s other hand has cupped your cheek.

As Seokmin slowly pulls away, you can’t help the gasp that escaped your just-kissed lips. Seokmin smiles and dive in for a peck for good measure.

Your hand slowly raise to touch your own lips. A part of amazement tickle the notion that Seokmin’s kiss are merely an illusion. But the warm timbre of his laugh are proving enough that this is real.

“You surprised me completely that day in the library. You continues to do so, watching over me like i’m someone special and yet you makes me remembers that i am just me. Normal. Not in a bad way, but you make me remembers all the good little things i used to take for granted. You give me confidence to feel sad and sometimes so powerful, yet the worst is you’re making me want you. Not in a way that is logically possible for me to be. It droves me mad, that every little glance i took of you are never enough. It makes me want you close, illogically close that it gives me idea to cuff us together which is insane. You’re making me insane Y/n.”

Seokmin paused as he chuckles. As if he didn’t just burst your heart into a million pieces of confetti from happiness. “Of all the things and all the knowledge stored inside that old dingy library, you were the best thing i came to know and love.”

The sunshine above and falling flowers below feels more fitting as a witness compared to your wedding day. Seokmin confession could bring you to tears but the sheer disbelief in your mind are pumping enough adrenaline to keep you aware. Of how Seokmin’s touch feels against your skin, like it’s tattooed. Oh how his breath fanned to your face, warmer than the sun.

“Y/n please say something. You’re driving me crazy.”

This time, you took Seokmin off guard. Thankfully he’s fit enough to capture your lunging figure as you kiss him as a reply. Seokmin momentarily grin widely, before replying to your kiss. Cradling your face in his hand, Seokmin keeps his lips moving along yours in sync and harmony.

It almost feel embarrassing the way your heart leaps and bounds from Seokmin’s kiss. That one you share on your wedding day felt like a drab copy of something quite simply very precious. Now, on top of a hill where people minding their work could very much peer into, you’re kissing Seokmin with the same intensity that has been brewing since the day you challenge the same King to love you.

Seokmin doesn’t fail to keep feeding you the side of him that stunted your heartbeat ever so often. Even his kisses almost rendering you into a puddle of mess. Only Seokmin’s touch keeping you afloat.

Pulling away, you buried your fingers on his tuft of hair to keep him still in your reach. Seokmin breaks out into a grin over your display of possessiveness. He rested his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, letting the moment sink in and his heartbeat slow down. Because if you continues more with the way you kiss him, Seokmin doesn’t have the confidence to stop himself from acting out of his greed right there where almost anyone important can see.

“My dear King. You know quite well i still love you.”

\\

You both know for a fact that Seungkwan and Yeri are purposefully clearing your schedule for the day. No meetings, no budget planning, and no documents to go over for the rest afternoon.

It left the residence became reasonably empty.

A few weeks ago, it would drove you mad. Sending you to take walks around the palace. Although it became the reason how you discovered places you see in the paintings surrounding you.

“I can’t believe i didn’t know the places my mother has painted.”

Seokmin rests against the desk in his study. His words tickle your ears as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, i thought you knew that.”

The two of you decided to return to the study and then gaze some more to the painting of the garden you had spend the whole day in.

“Don’t be sorry, i’m just a bad son. That’s factual.”

You release yourself from Seokmin’s embrace. Turning to face a dumbfounded Seokmin—the frown on your face made him do so.

“No. You. Are. Not.”

That made Seokmin instantly laugh. Like you didn’t just scold him.

“I’m serious Seokmin, you cannot keep blaming yourself for everything. Starting with this.”

Seokmin’s eyes traces to your face. His laughter quickly dies down when he realizes the seriousness in your words. Seokmin caught your idle hand and pulls you closer—your body flush against his.

“I’ll do my best.” Seokmin paused, resting his hand on your back. “I will do so if you stay by my side. We’re together now.”

“Seokmin, we’ve been together for awhile you know.”

“That— well that is true.” Seokmin replied between his laughter. “So, do you found any other places from my mother’s painting?”

“Hmm maybe. I saw so may painting in this palace. I wouldn't know your mother's every painting.”

“That's easy. If you look closer, each of my mother's painting have this special signature.”

Seokmin took your hand and lead you closer to the painting. He pointed to one of the corner and surely enough, almost obscured in the greens are little writing in cursive saying ‘To. DK’

“DK? Who is that?” At your curious gaze Seokmin simply grin, a sense of pride latched in it. One you rarely seen nowadays.

“That’s me, it’s a short for Dokyeom. Mom gave me that nickname when i was little. She only calls me that in private, i don’t think even my dad knows. So it feels special. Like our own secret.”

Seokmin likes how it sounds, as you repeated the name on your lips. He couldn't hide his growing grin as you follow the same.

“Now it's not so secret anymore then.”

“You’re special too, aren't you?”

When you broke into a bashful laughter, Seokmin grins wider. A childlike image that you seldom associated with him, but with simple smile and some trust, Seokmin shown you another side of him for you to love.

The residence has never been emptier, with only the two of you in it. But for tonight, sleeping in each other embrace after breathlessly kissing one another felt suffice to render the residence full enough.

\\

The long car ride is not new for Seokmin. Cramped in machine powered metals and his sole company is the low hum of said machine. But now he has you by his side. Curiously peering outside into the pouring rain.

“Your majesty, it’ll be wise to think about alternatives if the storm isn't clearing up.” Seokmin and Wonwoo exchange looks through the rear view mirror.

You and Seokmin are making the travel back to the palace after a visit to a community hospital in the rural area. Unfortunately rain pours along the way and it does not seem to let up as the road you traveled getting more and more hard to drive with the low visibility.

Seokmin glance at you, still glued to the view outside and letting Seokmin make the decision. The soft squeeze you give his hand assuring Seokmin that you trust him and he doesn't need to worry about you.

Eventually Seokmin nodded and Wonwoo is quick to inform the following cars to make a turn in the nearest exit.

“We're stopping by the nearest estate until the storm passed.” Seokmin informs you calmly. His hand however, holding on to yours tight as if it's his own guidelines. You smile to assure him that it's fine.

You both were quick to be welcomed by the staffs after getting off the car. Escorted with bows and every form of congratulatory words. You almost felt overwhelmed if not for Seokmin’s warm reply to each of the welcoming staffs.

“Care to tell me whose estate is this?” You joked, currently making way inside the parlour. Seokmin gave you a small smile and pulling you sit close.

“Mine.”

“Of course.”

To no one's surprise, the old and somewhat humble estate is cared and managed by the late Queen and ever since her reign it has been rendered empty.

Only Seokmin often visits as an escape the stifling life of the palace.

It certainly explain the same lived in feeling you get from the residence. Although being a part of the palace, Seokmin manage to decorate and not make the space feels untouched.

Now he has you to share this with.

Seokmin lead you to his room. Then lending you the clothes he kept as a change. He notices the tight uncomfortable bodice you often wear to the events. Deciding that an old comfy T-shirt would suffice for waiting out the storm. And seeing the time, it could be all night.

Seokmin are quickly gone and changed into a shirt and pair of shorts. An old cardigan he pulls out of the bottom of his closet to finished his look. You saw Seokmin out of his formal attire often. But this kind of look, worn with his natural curls down and the same relaxed looks he's been having nowadays are a treat as you discover another side of him to burn in your memory.

You’re searching for Seokmin as you walk out of the empty room. Changed into the clothes Seokmin gave you. You had foregoes any pants he gave because it’s all too big for you. Decided to keep the shorts you’ve been wearing under the dress.

Following the strange shout and sounds of excitement that bounced off of the wall, you found Seokmin and a few bunch of his other bodyguards hunched over the coffee table in the parlour.

“Wonwoo you need to help me here. I’m about to be destroyed.” Seokmin cries lightly.

“No, you don’t deserve my help. Yet.” Wonwoo was as curt as ever. Although a smirk growing on his lips.

The hunched over figures are focused on the board game in hand. A smile crept to your face as you see the relaxed manner they’re having, not on guard, and treating Seokmin as if he’s just another guy. It felt fitting because Seokmin spent most of his time with them. Especially Wonwoo, now sitting with his tie loosened up as he look at Seokmin sideways. The king is asking help to fight off the monsters in his territory but only met with rejection.

The other bodyguards resort to avoided Seokmin’s look as he plead rescue.

You decided to left them all to explore the estate. Greeted by the few and kind staffs who has kept the estate up and well taken care of. Some share stories of how they have been here since the late Queen’s pregnancy and some saw Seokmin grew up inches each summer he visits.

You were shown to most places and they kindly explained every story behind them. And didn’t forgot to lament the fact that they can’t show you around the garden. It has been kept beautifully by the joint effort of the old gardener and the late queen Herself.

“I only hope none of these violent wind and rain gonna wreck the garden. If it stays through the night, then i simply have to see it in the morning.” You’re met with the noise of passionate agreement before some dispersed to get the room and kitchen ready for dinner. Already in faith that the thunderous rain will last the night.

When you offered to help for dinner, you’re met with vehement refusal. Telling you to enjoy the free time you get. So you wander off to the found library.

You feel awfully cozy as you found a reading nook and covered yourself with the crocheted blanket in the colours resembling Van Gogh starry night. The book you found is an old illustration book from the mid 17th century. You can feel Seokmin’s mother affinity with painting as half of the shelves are filled with books about art.

Not forget mentioning the few paintings you’ve seen along the hallway. You begin to wonder if any had the secret signature directed to Dokyeom. The thought grew a smile in your face. Even though upon quick inspection you have not seen any.

The thunder and soft pattering of rain against the big glass window overlooking the nook sends a wave of calmness through your body. Although coming here was literally unplanned, you thanked the bad weather for giving you and Seokmin a chance to slow down and enjoy the impromptu ‘vacation’.

You were in the middle of admiring the old copy of Don Quixote when a thudding sound of footsteps found you. Then come a grinning figure of Seokmin.

“There you are! I’ve been searching all over the place.” Seokmin saunters over to you. Currently hunched over said book.

“I’m disappointed you didn’t found me faster. The night has fallen and you barely found me.” You feigned hurt and Seokmin pulls a scandalous gasp. You catch the slight pink tinge on his cheeks.

“Pardon my tardiness, Wonwoo and the others has beaten my ass on the game. On top of that they bust out the alcohol stash.” Stumbling steps taken as Seokmin sets his eyes to you.

“I see. And exactly how much of this stash have you consumed?” An amused glint in your eyes, observing the flush on his skin as the proximity lessen.

Seokmin only grin, then he lunges forward and kissed you. An action out of impulse. Seokmin alcohol-powered nerve has been holding on to thin threads as he focused on your lips. Slowly moving in unison, Seokmin can feel all the sighs of content from you. Stumbling on his own legs, Seokmin follows your lead as you—in return push him backwards. Mostly chasing his lips for more.

Until Seokmin back finally meeting some sort of surface—table he assume, Seokmin is quick when he flip the two of you. Now having you pinned between his body and the table. You pulled back, then realizing how you have landed on this position.

How despite your sobriety, Seokmin managed to shown his strength and you ended up cornered and compromised. Although you would love it if it happened like this. Being pinned by Seokmin, while he has his thigh between your legs.

Your heart couldn’t run even faster as a shudder went down your spine. Excitement tingling your nerves.

Seokmin only pulls you closer, resting his forehead on yours with a smile. His eyes has turn for the dark. The sharp edges underlying his feature sets its focus on you. Seokmin’s hold are always soft and gentle, the same ones you associated every time he looks at you. But right now, his touch burns and such desperation flow from his eyes and the fingers that digs into your clothed flesh.

In bated breath, as if waiting for your approval, Seokmin dove in a flash and hungrily captures you in a breathless kiss. A yelp from you only feeds to Seokmin’s greed. Fire of hunger Seokmin doesn’t realize has buried under his skin.

Now consuming his whole as you quietly mewl when Seokmin only deepened the kiss. Licking your lips hungrily, then catching yours in a sweet whimpers.

“Yo, Ms. Winter said dinner is- oh crap.”

In good reflexes, you try to hide yourself into Seokmin’s soft cardigan. But to no avail since the man in front of you won’t budge. Kept himself between your legs and hand rested on your bare skin. The intruder—Wonwoo, can be heard scrambling. Shoes tapping furiously against the floor in search for direction and eventually echoes away after Seokmin gave the other a long look of saying to leave the two of you alone.

A beat passed and you can feel Seokmin lessening the gap once again. Now his lips latched onto the column of your neck. Delayed with processing the situation, you relish the feeling yet still voicing the question in your head.

“Seokmin,” he replies your call of slight distress with a hum. “Wonwoo saw us!” You still can’t mask the urgency, but Seokmin’s touch remained growing hot on your skin.

Pulling away, Seokmin merely smile before taking your lips once more. Only leaving milimetres to voice his thought.

“He sees us all the time.”

“Seokmin!”

As much as you tried to avoid Wonwoo and the embarrassment after the encounter, you were quite famished and filing into the dinner table behind Seokmin only earning you a giggle from the slightly drunk Seokmin.

Intoxication has turn his confidence through the roof.

“Ms. Winter, i can always count on you to make such delicious meal. Especially in a weather like this.”

Nods of approval filled the room. At the head of the long table, Seokmin hums and exclaims of satisfaction made you rigid on your seat. Especially when you sat across of Wonwoo.

Who seemingly in the same situation as you.

Well not that he’s holding on to Seokmin’s hand under the table.

“The King and Queen as well as their entourage will always be welcomed with our best food. Please do enjoy the rest of the night. The storm does not sound like it will let up soon.”

Immediately after that, there’s a thundering sound in the sky. But the conversation continues regardless. It felt weird at first. Bunch of Seokmin’s personal details in such relaxed stance and talking around as if they’re old colleague catching up after work.

Eventually it brought a smile to your face, seeing the intimacy of their relationship firsthand. That Seokmin has many people who will protect him not because it’s only their job, but they also sees him as a friend. You can see the sentiment mirrored in Seokmin smiles too.

“Are you well? Is the food not good?”

“No, no i’m just full Seokmin. This is actually too good. You haven’t paid attention to me, i’m on my second bowl of soup.”

Seokmin proudly smile, but also intrigued by your word.

“Why? Do you want my full undivided attention?” Seokmin grinned, before fully leaning closer to you. In hope to put some smile to your face.

“I’ve had your undivided attention before.” You begin, raising your brows at the growing mischievousness in Seokmin’s eyes. “I’d rather be far away from it.” Your grin only invites more of Seokmin’s competitive side.

“Oh really? I didn’t see you complaining about it earlier.”

There’s a choked up noise stealing both of your attention. In unison, you and Seokmin turns to the man across from you. Covering his mouth to mask his expression, but his eyes is almost scolding. Sharp look to each of you before returning to his food and blatantly avoiding his eyes from yours.

While holding back both laughter and a little embarrassment, you straightened up and return your attention elsewhere. Seokmin cleared his throat before doing the same.

While listening in to the lively discussion on the game before, your eyes fell to the corner of the room. Where a moderate size of painting hung amongst the tall cabinets of memorabilia.

The painting are frames in simple type of woods with no embellishment. Heck, the painting itself looks no more than ordinary. Looking like a shrub of garden roses but awash in darker light all over. Rendering the colours to look more dramatic and shroud in darkness. Except for one stalk of rose. It’s bright, but almost hidden amongst the shadow. It wasn’t much of orange but not pink either. Almost like the soft pink petals are highlighted with a tinge of apricot.

Among the shrub of ruby red roses, stood the one bright rose.

You begin to wonder if Seokmin’s mother is the painter.

\\

Most of Seokmin’s guards are either patrolling or turning in to get ready for their shift. So you decided to drag a lightly intoxicated Seokmin back to your sleeping quarters.

Before he decided to round up everyone to have another go at a game.

Despite the remaining awkwardness between you and Wonwoo, the stoic man thanked you before exhaling a particularly long sigh.

You only smile in reply.

Seokmin waste no time to plop down the bed. Closing his eyes before humming out of content. You chuckled before taking the time change and clean up.

By the time you return to bed, Seokmin must have sobered up as he sit on the bed. Leaning by the headboard. The empty look he given you only making you laugh some more.

“Y/n why am i suddenly so tired?”

This time you did more than a giggle. Nudging your husband as you join him by his side.

“The whole afternoon, you’ve been drinking, playing games, bothering me in the library, and then by the evening, you’ve been doing some more of that. Shenanigans.” Seokmin cringed to himself, a flash of regret sparks his partially sobered conscience. “Me and Wonwoo had to stop you and the others to start a relay race around the hallway.”

“Oh no, poor Ms. Winter and the others. I must’ve disturbed their rest.”

Seokmin trails as he buried his face into his palm in effort to hide at least half of his embarrassment.

You would have console him, but Seokmin simply looks too cute right now. So you let him wallow a little until Seokmin assures himself that this it will all be alright.

“You’re lucky Seungkwan isn’t here to scold you himself.”

Seokmin glares at you playfully.

“Okay, enough about me. Let’s rewind a bit, when did i bother you in the library?”

“Seokmin, you know exactly when.” You almost deadpanned. Yet Seokmin instead have a smile blooming in his face.

“I truly don’t. Do remind me, was it before or after dinner?” The shit eating grin in Seokmin face fully replaces the doom and gloom a few moments ago.

“Well i was cozy browsing books and reading under this such a pretty crocheted blanket until you sauntered in.” Nervously, you bit your lower lip.

Recalling the afternoon, you can help the smile on your face. The look Seokmin is giving you is not helping the slightest.

“I don’t recall you complaining about being ‘bothered’ though? If i remember, you were so eager to moan my na— oompgh!”

You simply have to shut him up. Climbing up to nestled yourself on top of Seokmin’s thighs and pull him to a kiss with much force. One that renders Seokmin breathless.

Ever since that day, the kiss on top of the hill, Seokmin always relish your kisses. How you seem to done so out of excitement. Including now, with both of your hands cupping Seokmin’s face as if its a lost jewel.

Even the slightest of your touch has a new habit of making Seokmin heart swell.

Seokmin pulls away first, leaving you hanging—longing. Swallowing down his initial thoughts, Seokmin lets you rest your forehead against his. A hint of smile on your lips as you catch a breath. Feeling like you’ve been the one who run laps around the hallway instead.

“I don’t know how to say this,” Seokmin murmurs, “but you drove me absolutely insane, yet so happy at the same time. How are you doing that?”

Biting your lips to hold back a smile, you softly grazes Seokmin cheeks. Hoping he can hear your thought instead of you pouring on ramble of how he makes you feel the same.

Despite your initial doubt for Seokmin, the whirlwind of life that’s coming at you felt endurable. With him by your side. Understanding him lets you fell deeper for Seokmin.

Much deeper than when you eventually realizes the kindness in his action, gentleness in his voice, and strength in his words.

This time you kiss him again, softer at first. Pulling Seokmin closer as you circle your arms to find some sort of leverage while Seokmin begins to chases your lips hungrily. His lips hover for a moment. Breathless.

“Can i?”

With the background of the thundering rain, you nodded quickly. Letting Seokmin pulls every clothing article as swift as his hands allowed. The pulls of your bare skin against his hands is just like magnets.

Noticing the slight shivers on your shoulder, Seokmin easily flips the two of you over. Stripping himself just as quick before taking off his clothes altogether. All strewn in abandon on top of the velvet rug.

Diving quick, Seokmin kisses your bare skin. Toying with it while he maps way around the column of your neck. And with each step, your sigh of pleasure increase in volume. It feeds straight to Seokmin’s hunger.

Cradling your face Seokmin gaze down to your slightly glazed look. Lost in his kisses and touch.

With lips barely apart, Seokmin hovers. Warm heated breath fanning into your face in the same temperature.

“Please tell me if i’m worthy. To be with you like this.”

There’s a certain strain in Seokmin’s voice but it went unheard to your ears. A pleasurable matters clouded your whole senses. It went more askew upon Seokmin’s question.

“I choose to love you. I’m sure you held a special place in my heart more than other thing. Making you being here, right now at this moment is a happiness beyond comprehension.”

Seokmin spent a beat to look at the glimmer in your eyes. A kindness and compassion swirling into your aloof nature and inherent strength. Qualities that went unnoticed by yourself. But visible to Seokmin’s eyes. Each time embedded into his mind like a tattoo.

After a soft caress from his thumb, Seokmin then slowly dive down to capture your lips once more.

What starts with innocent exchanges of passion slowly turns to a heated exchange of needing each other’s touch. A space none of you venture yet together. Only came close earlier until Wonwoo came sauntering in.

Now Seokmin lets his touches roam free. All the expanse of your skin. Left burning and sparked in chills altogether. Seokmin couldn’t hide the smirk growing on his lips as your moan grew louder. Eyes closed and drowning in bliss above the soft bedding. You raked your hand over Seokmin broad and bare back before settling to bury your fingers into Seokmin’s tresses. Hitched up breath in your throat.

“Don’t hold yourself back Y/n. I want to hear you.”

Seokmin waste no time, nimble fingers traveled to your anticipating core. He revel into your shuddering moan above the pattering sound of the rain.

“Fuck, Seokmin-”

Said fingers does wonder. More than you had ever imagines. Buried deep and finding various ways to incite more pleasure to course through your vein.

It’s hard to imagine you in this sort of position a few months ago. Doubting every decision you made while being lured deeper to Seokmin’s charms. His smile used to be scarce, even at the residence. But now you have him fingering you like he’s on a mission.

And by the shiver on your spine and the tight turn deep in your navel, Seokmin looked like he’s acing his mission.

“You’re this wet just from a few kisses honey. Imagine when i fuck you later.”

With one hand, Seokmin steadies his hold onto your waist. His other one continuously exploring your center and carefully inciting mewls and choked up noises of his name from your lips. A light grazes on your clit heightened your pleasure even more. It doesn’t help when Seokmin latches his lips to the valley of your breasts. Teasing chuckle escapes his lips in between ministration.

Hair splayed out and your bliss out face against the tangled up sheets, Seokmin drinks in the sight and the noises from your lips. A sudden urge to give you everything you need. Abandoning his own need just to have you warm and all sated out.

Content.

A sudden emptiness greets you. Seokmin wet fingers took a hold of your chin and brought your lips to his. A jarring chasteness after he’s just fingering you to oblivion. You have a feeling he’s leaving you hanging on purpose.

“Seokmin,” you whispers. Rather weakly as his lips hovers above you.

“Yes, darling.”

“Fuck me. Give me everything, i’m on pills.”

Within the dimmed light of the room, you can see a light flickered in Seokmin’s eyes. An immediate glint upon your words of confirmation. Unleashing an innate desire that’s been brewing right under Seokmin’s nose on these past months. Leaving him greedier for your every touch.

“Oh- god.”

Shuddering breath left your lips. Seokmin slowly lining up the tip of his cock into your glistening core. The mere grazes alone sent a cry out of your lips. Stealing glances at the reddening shaft as it disappear slowly into your welcoming warmth

Bunching up the sheets on your palm, Seokmin continues his thrust. Proving harder the moment he felt your heat enveloping his cock like a custom made glove. He adjusts his position so that he’s leaning on one elbow. Making him closer to you. As his other one pulling your leg up, gripping tight to the underside of your knee. The new position renders the pleasure tenfold.

Almost embarrassing you at how shaking you are just from having Seokmin’s cock buried deep.

“Breathe Y/n, you okay honey?”

“W-wait, i need a moment.”

Seokmin nuzzles his nose into your neck, you can feel him nodding lightly. Even above the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. There’s a light whispers of sweet nothings. Seokmin placed fluttering kisses on every expanse of skin he can found.

It soothe’s the initial overload over your frazzled nerves. Leaving now, only the pleasure knotting deeper into your guts. Leaving you needing to have more than just being stuffed full of Seokmin’s cock.

“M-move Seokmin, ah-”

The groan from above followed almost immediately. He wouldn’t admit it, but waiting for you is truly testing his patience and self-restraint. After the initial thrust, Seokmin continues in repeat. Drinking in the sight of you. Mouth agape and head thrown back. Delicious moan after another racing in volume with the rain outside.

Seokmin digs his grip tighter to you. As if it could anchor the feelings in his head. Swirling dangerously close with the raw pleasure you’re giving him. As if it could anchor him down to earth. Not exactly when you’re constantly squeezing his cock with every thrust. Taking him deeper and closer to his orgasm.

A hand rake through his back. The sliver of sting woke Seokmin up, only to dissipate further into pleasure. Low growl he huffs into the valley of your breasts.

You can feel it, Seokmin no longer chase the feeling in abandon. It’s a precise move in angle he found. The one that resulting in the tremble in your legs. Now propped up on Seokmin’s arms. With every thrust, you know Seokmin enjoys this incidental torture. You gasping in thin breath of plea, yet Seokmin maintain his pace.

As if you couldn’t be more pleasured, Seokmin grip your thigh and lifting it higher at an angle.The cry of content escaped your lips. Caring no more to keep any decency. Not that you’ve been doing so in the past hour. A smirk blooms in Seokmin’s face, framed by his hair stuck close to his skin from sweat.

“Are you close darling?” Seokmin dares to whispers into your neck. Only to met with your jumbled words spilling under your furrowed brows. “I can feel you so tight around me— fuck.”

It spurs Seokmin movements even more. Like a crazed man, with enough stamina to put you in a more chokehold, Seokmin managed to hit every spots that makes your entire body shakes in pleasure. With drastic difference, his lips and sweet words planted all along the expanse of your skin. Mixing in a glistening remain of sweat as you’re nearing your release.

“O- oh god Seokmin please.”

Seokmin felt twisted. How your begging only pumping more pleasure through his vein. He felt almost impossible to stop. Wanting to give you everything and lets you float on this high as long as he could. Basking in the warmth and pleasure of your sweet moan, and now, the softest plea, Seokmin felt even crazier than he felt these past months.

“Tell me, Y/n darling. Tell me, what you need.”

“Fuck, please. Please stuff me full.”

With a low groan, Seokmin buried his face to your neck. His teeth toying with your collarbone, giving you more heightened sensation to guide you to your orgasm. One hand wrapped around the splayed hair of yours and the other securing one leg up as Seokmin continues his heavy thrust. Wasting no more seconds, your breath simply hitched as you let yourself go. Crescendo of pleasure bursting through your body in myriad of ways. Even as you completely lost yourself through the orgasm, somehow you could feel Seokmin smiling into your skin. His thrust never lost its heaviness, but became more sloppy as Seokmin chases his own finish. Glistening skin against one another while the obscene sound of the squelch accompany his every moves. It took him no longer.

With little to no announcement, as you still catching your own breath, warmth fills you in spurts. Seokmin stuttering breath and loud whimpers follow through before he completely lets go of his strength. Managed to fall not directly on to you but somehow resting his head on your arms. Little kisses he plants on your shoulder.

“I love you, my Queen.”

Your heart could burst altogether. Caring not how his words could only be just a moments passed. Hearing it from Seokmin as he looks like that? You were never God’s strongest soldier.

“I know, Seokmin. I do too.”

Breathless smile grazes Seokmin’s feature. The pattering rain still well harmonizing itself with thunders.

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“You look awfully cozy in my clothes.” Seokmin mutters, face down into the pillows. The naked expanse of his back artfully covered by the duvet.

“I know, i feel so too. Might steal it in case i miss you.”

An immediate response as Seokmin raise up from his position.

You had spent the last 30 minutes freeing yourself from his strong grip. And not without the childlike whine from your husband about wanting to stay longer tangled on the bed.

Thankfully you’re stronger in will and manage to essentially clean up and get ready to return to the palace after the impromptu night out.

“Oh so you miss me enough to needing my piece of clothing with my lingering perfume huh?”

“That was…not the point.” You argue.

“But it’s not wrong either huh Y/n?” And you lose.

You rolled your eyes with a grin, Seokmin already making his way towards you. In all of his morning glory. Paired with a blinding smile under his loosened curls.

“You know you're insufferable right?”

“I know i’m irresistible. I can see your eyes traveled somewhere other than my face. Noticeably lower, even.”

You hate that he's telling the truth. But you can't decide which you hate more. Seokmin’s playful side or his blunt honesty. His teasing nature is a strong contender for now.

In a mix of chuckle and a groan you make a quick grab to the floor and throw a piece of clothing towards the naked man.

“You ought to wear some clothes before Wonwoo came barging in like yesterday.” Seokmin makes a show of wearing his own clothes, still making his way to you. Fighting the urge to bite your lips and stop your husband’s doing.

“I’m sure we scarred him enough to let him have some decency to knock now.” Seokmin chuckles. Now clad in a low hanging trousers and a wrinkly white shirt.

“Oh, talking about yesterday. I was walking around the estate looking at paintings and i was secretly looking for your mother’s secret signature.” You paused to remembers all the long trek along the hallways before ending up at the library yesterday.

“I see you haven’t found it?” You nodded to Seokmin’s word. “I’m telling this because you’re special Y/n. It’s the painting in the dining room. Of roses shrub. If you look at the corner, she scribble ‘To. DK’.” His little excitements unknowingly mirror on your face.

“And talking about your mother, i remember seeing her when i was in kindergarten. Guess who i saw her with? Some little kid who run around the playground and trip on a pebble, ended up scarring his cheek.”

You are not unfamiliar to the small, barely visible remnants of scar on Seokmin’s cheek. The same cheek who now rose in smile as he discerns your words. The recent close proximities you’ve been having certainly jogs your mind of such incident you’ve been secretly keeping.

It was a rush of morning, many people gather around your school but only few are allowing nearby. You, being a student and having affinity to small, secluded spaces, have witness Seokmin who runs from his security details to chase something but eventually trip along the cold hard earth. You remember his mother running so quick to his aid and didn’t scold him at all, only worried gaze as her fingers turns bloody from Seokmin’s scar. The little crown prince tries his best to bury his cries despite his pain, but once the late Queen pulls him to her embrace, the dam broke loose and loud cries resounding around the strangely empty playground on your kindergarten.

“You’re kidding me.” Seokmin whispers behind his smile. The memories rushing all along his steps as he came over to you who chuckles at his own excitement.

“No, i am quite serious. You fell while chasing butterfly.” Your words tapered to a laugh all while Seokmin continues his face of disbelief.

When he tries to pry more information out of you, the familiar low tone of Wonwoo calling out from the door filled the room. Informing you both that you must haste to return to the palace.

You both spend the whole car ride whilst holding each other hand and trying to ignore Wonwoo’s pointed gaze. Whole morning spent in a car ride until the familiar rolling hills came to your view past noon.

Seokmin are quick to be whisked away by Seungkwan as soon as his feet touch the ground. Yeri shots you a pointed look, an amused smirk on her lips as she took a second look at Seokmin who walk past her. An unfamiliar smile on his face.

Probably mirrored in your face.

“Well, your highness. I hope you enjoy the impromptu night out despite the storm who quite literally swept the surrounding estate.” You hide your smile under the sleeve of your shirt. Still faintly smelling like Seokmin. “And i do hope you’re keeping the dress you wore yesterday safely, because it’s vintage Alaïa.”

Hearing the designer name from Yeri stopped you midsteps. Wincing when Yeri’s eyes grew as saucers. You can hear her scolding words even before she opens her mouth.

The rest of the day drag on as you tries to finish any assignment and paperwork on the foundation that has to be delivered urgently. Eventually, the strain of work worn you out after Yeri declared that your asssignment is done for the day. Not before reminding you that she’ll return tomorrow to discuss the continuation of your tour around the establishment that’s newly renovated through the foundation of the late Queens’

When Seokmin found you passed out by the sofa near the fireplace in his study, he smiled at your stirring—sleepy state.

Squinting at your surrounding, you smiled back at Seokmin before placing your hand to his cheek. He returns the smile before taking your hand to his.

“It’s late. Have you eaten, my Queen?” Oh you cannot get used to those words coming out of his mouth. It sent you somewhere you fear could never return.

“A- actually i haven’t. Yeri swamped me with paperworks. She runs this place like the Navy.”

Seokmin’s shoulder shakes as he laughs, yet it slowly replaced with a tired sighs. In his palms, your hand still held tightly. You can sense that it slowly turns towards some wort of an anchor for Seokmin.

Moments later, after agreeing to Seokmin’s invitation to dinner, the unusually empty residence welome you as Seokmin begins walking around the same empty kitchen. He’s determined to cook you something just to clear up his mind.

A habit he learned from you. Only that his skills now only ranged from fried eggs and fried rice.

You had admitted that you’re very much okay with a simple fried rice. Seokmin begins his tasks. On one morning, Seokmin had sleepily confess that he too wanted to learn such menial tasks in helping you to prepare breakfast.

You had then begins to teach Seokmin your simplest way of a fried rice. Since then, you had secretly waiting for the day Seokmin would offer you such food.

Now that it’s happening upon your eyes, you truly don’t know what to feel.

“Anything you need me to help?” You provided. Hoping that Seokmin asks for more than the fried rice task at hand.

Seokmin, who had already foregoes his jacket at the parlour sofa, now with rolled up sleeves, he kept his eyes to the cutting board. A forlorn smile hid in his face.

“Today there has been breaking news regarding my mother.” Seokmin begins. He now moved to turn the stovetop on. “The Royal Court of Justice is forced to open a case to halt every funding to every charity foundation she had built. Also, disbanding it on an account of corruption, security fraud, and even blood money.”

Showing the need to pour it all out of his chest, you let Seokmin continues. Not before you sighed in empathy.

“They launch strategic media attack on her. Discrediting her life work and trying end so many of her trust and charity works she built. Can you imagine how it would let so many people suffer? Thousands of people depends on those trust works and it let them have better life. And now some nobles want it to end because they hate to see it thrive and hindering of their own greedy corruption.”

“So they wanted to see it end even before i could continue her legacy.” Seokmin nodded at your words.

“They wanted to see it ends. Maybe it’s a revenge for the stunt we pulled with Seungcheol and Mingyu. Don’t want the heroic rewards they given turns to reveal how truly awful the situation are.”

“Seokmin, i-”

“I- know, i won’t blame anyone but those corrupted people. But it never lessen the hate i have for those so called nobles.” Seokmin flashes you a smile to try to ease your worry. “Anyway, i have instructed few close team of lawyers to look after every documents, procedures, and any stray footnotes anyone could miss during mother’s reign.”

“I’ll try to give them a visit to help tomorrow.”

The sizzling sound of the fried rice eventually filled in the silence that has stretch between you two. You don’t hate Seokmin for losing his words, time is needed for him to think clear and arrange his thought. Action spurs on his burst of emotion has proven to be ineffective to everyone around him.

For now, you both enjoy a simple indulgence of Seokmin’s cooking. Warm and filling to the unfamiliar empy void of the unknown that the two of you now face.

“You know, i should’ve learned how to do this properly before even thinking to cook for you like this.”

“Yeah, this is awful.” Your words snap Seokmin to looks at you incredulously.

You were trying to tease him to lift up his mood, but failed halfway when Seokmin’s face you with looks resembling a kicked puppy. When you almost fell over laughing, Seokmin eventually breaks a laugh. He looks at you with a side eye as he scoop the fried rice.

“Seokmin, this is good. You’re a good learner.”

“Yeah?” you nod to answer Seokmin. His smile grew twice, chewing through the food you complimented.

After finishing the plate quickly— you underestimate how actually hungry you are. The simple fried rice, cooked by Seokmin felt like the most filling food as of this moment. The dark kitchen, utensils lying around the moderately messy counter. The unusually empty residence. For once in a long time, you felt like a place is enough for you to call ‘home’.

“Hey, can you do this for me?” Seokmin looks at you curiously. Now that you tried to brought it up, a sudden wash of embarrassment filled your lungs. “Can you sing for me? Before it gets weird, i’ve overheard you humming and maybe singing a little in the shower.”

“Such little walls between our room huh. What else have you overheard me doing?”

“Come on, sing something, a little.” You encourage, taking his idle hands and pulling Seokmin up to the middle of the dimly lit kitchen.

You tried to hide your shy smile as you sway the intertwined hands slightly. Seokmin follows, the same smile mirrored on his face. What follows is the soft hums you had secretly kept as one of your favourites.

Against all odds, the two of you ended up slow dancing in all kinds of silly tunes Seokmin has manage to hum and sing along. Every exaggerated dips and turns with his every moves brought more laughs you had ever done ever since you arrived at the residence. The same smile etched on Seokmin’s face. For tonight, the two of you can smile in each other’s embrace.

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[glitterspaghettiketchup]

MY VERY ELABORATE THOUGHTS ON [SPOILER COLD CHARACTER]:

So in my other post i said "i hate Noelle's mom" and barely elaborated. So here's the elaboration.

i don't think it's as simple as that. I think Carol is an effective antagonist, and she only has a total of a single minute of screentime. She's an incredibly dislikable character, who has every single chance of being expanded upon and rendered more interesting that way.

i'll adress it now: this is most likely going to be THE thing the fandom hates her for (and on some level already disliked her for). Her parenting of Noelle.

...I don't think this is healthy.

Yeah, based on the one scene AND prior context it's not that much of a stretch to say that she's at best, an overly strict mother who's emotional distance since the death of her oldest and illness of her spouse is getting in the way of having any kind of healthy relationship with her youngest, and is using work as a way to avoid adressing those issues.

At worst, she's a woman with abusive tendencies who's lost the one check she had in her personal life and is now free to do whatever she wants, while she's surrounded herself with people who will enable her actions. I don't think this is the case! At least not fully! We just... Can't definitively know unless we see more of her. (we also can't know if she was always like this, but based on a Chapter 2 scene she might've already been strict before Dess disapeared. More on this later)

Granted, this isn't the best first impression of her, but the way the atmosphere shifts the second she's present, how intimidated she makes Noelle, the way she apologises for the scene TO KRIS later and the context from Chapter 2 especially... Yeah i don't think Carol's a great parent!

TO BE PERFECTLY CLEAR: We have no evidence of Carol being abusive to Rudy. We have no concrete evidence of Carol being abusive to Dess, nothing outside of Dess wanting to run away and take Noelle with her at the very least. We don't know what happened after Noelle went in the Kitchen, only that Carol left to say goodbye to Kris. We have no evidence of Carol being abusive to anyone outside of her family and if i see anyone saying otherwise in the replies without any proof i will fucking delete your comment. Let's not make things up to dislike her for, there's already enough here, trust me.

I do at least want to remind people that (i believe) she's implied to own the Flower Shop and be the one that gave Asgore a place to live and didn't kick him out when he hasn't payed rent in a while. She lets him in her house and is only kind of hostile to him for eating the snack tray inside. Granted. Kind of the minimum for an old family friend, but this is also the man who failed to find your missing daughter when you counted on him to do that, so im surprised she's still giving him the time of day. She's not a flat character, that's why i said her getting a more sympathetic motive later was likely or even for sure happening.

and hell, even if she was, i don't think that makes her a bad character, not at all! I love how well her brief appereance followed up on her build-up! When she's near a place, the entire atmosphere is tense. Her entire color palette is cold, her hands are icy, her haircut and horns are much sharper than both Noelle's and Rudy's, she's intimadating, uninviting... and scary. and not the good kind of scary, like Susie is. It's excecuted really well.

Now, i will also briefly adress something. The Voice-On-The-Phone character. I've seen alot of people run with the idea that it's Carol, most obviously because she unexpectedly shows up right after Kris calls a mysterious person on the phone who says they're coming over. Based on the lines that play when you hover in the kitchen vents, this person:

has seemingly been told about Susie being in the Mayor's house

needs to know about Dess's guitar and have a reason why Susie shouldn't get it

knows about the Church Dark World before it's been made

Talks about a "Dark Fountain... next" which could just be "next Dark Fountain in Church"

has at least some knowledge on how Kris's soul works in Dark Worlds

Possibly knows about Undyne's disappearance and talked about a POLICE SACRIFICE NEXT WEEK?

Considering all this knowledge. And that line. There's a good chance that voice is Carol. But i do have an issue with that and that is the voice text noise. It's completely different from when you call other characters in this very game. The speech pattern is also weird, but that's maybe a gameplay thing?

That, and i don't get why she would've made the Closet Fountain or the Librarby Fountain. Why make a Dark World where your daughter learns to get her own agency and stand up to you, hmm?

I also have a couple questions:

When was the Promise mentionned in the end scene made? Why did Kris make it, and why does it make Kris hesitate from climbing out their window? Is Carol watching them or something

Why is Kris working with Carol against finding the code for the Bunker?

Why does Carol know so much about Dark Worlds, and so keen on not letting Susie get Dess's guitar?

WHY IS CAROL SACRIFICING THE POLICE NEXT WEEK. IS SHE IN A FAUSTIAN DEAL WITH THE DEVIL TYPE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE KNIGHT

Oh yeah, speaking of which, Does She Know about the Knight?

Does Carol have an interest in Dark Worlds due to her husband's mystery illness? We've seen now that Dark Worlds can revive the dead if their dust and maybe a treasured item of theirs on top of that are present at the place the Dark Fountain is made in. Maybe it's a last resort?

Does Carol know Kris is possesed. Is that why when she says "You are welcome here", the text is red?

Why does the Knight have deer horns. And also why does their sword look like a baseball bat and have. Mystery Man Sprite hand holes. Also i've seen some people compare their body shape to Papyrus's and im annoyed by the fact i see their point

...We're definitely not getting an answer to any of these questions before 2026. For sure we aren't.

I've mentionned her already, but i'll just adress it here: I do see the Roaring Knight being related to Dess, or even being a Dess corrupted by pure darkness or whatever the fuck.

Dess has been connected to the character lost in the code, in a Dark World so Dark they can't see anyone or anything. The Bunker, a sealed up, mysterious area is implied to have a dark fountain inside considering how the RK manages to slip inside it with Undyne at the end of Chapter 3; that's a good candidate for where Dess ended up! And who do we think know anything about it's code?

The Police Force (the people tasked with finding Dess) and the Mayor (literally her mom).

There's also the horns, looking similar to the horns the Holidays sport on their heads, and there's been a pattern of monsters who seem to be from similar species that ended up being related, with the notable exception of Ralsei, but even then he's a Darkner, so it's debatable if he counts.

And there's also it's weapon: While in the sprite i picked it looks like a sword, the way it summons it...

Yeah no that's a fucking bat. That's just a bat. There's one in Dess's room. There's also some projectiles that look similar to snowflakes, but that one's a little more debatable? But it would fit with this theory, the Holidays have been repeatedly associated with snow after all.

Finally... The Knight can make fountains. Only Lightners so far have been said to create Fountains. the RK being connected to Dess, or being a manifestation of Dess while she's stuck in the Dark Worlds, could make sense to explain that (and especially explain how the hell it carried Undyne IN THE LIGHT WORLD BTW. THE DREEMUR HOUSE ISN'T EXACTLY NEXT TO THE DAMN BUNKER.) Oh, yeah, and the CODE to the BUNKER is in DESS'S ROOM? In her guitar too. extra connection i just realised.

If Dess is the Knight, Carol being the VOTP makes a bit more sense. Because the impossibly powerful being made of darkness isn't just some shmuck trying to end the world for some fuckass reason... That's a lead to her lost daughter. A daughter i don't think she's ever let herself grieve and move on from.

Maybe, like some Mayor Knight theories stated, she's working with the RK to open fountains in a desperate hope to locate her daughter, while neglecting her family and throwing herself into work outside of that.

Look, im not an expert on how to handle loosing a child. Im a teenager barely out of highschool that can barely keep track of their University's schedule. But im pretty sure keeping your kid's room in the exact state it was in when they died/disappeared, and cleaning it enough that it's not dusty is uh. Not a healthy way to deal with loss.

Carol strikes me then, with this information, as a woman who has diffculty handling change. A woman who, to avoid this, needs control on things, so much so that she's the Mayor of the whole town and can only bring herself out of her work for absolute emergencies or catastrophes. A woman who, prompted by loss and uncertainty, choose to burry herself in her work and force her daughter into a position where she won't ever create any change. No uncertainties, no surprises, she'll know what to expect when it comes to her. Because it's the only family member she can be sure won't change.

...Which is probably why she reacted so badly to Susie's general presence.

Im also deeply curious as to what her relationship with Dess was like before she disapeared. Because she VERY MUCH was NOT the kind of daughter she'd want today; while Dess most likely tried meeting her mother's expectations (the Violin and Flute being on the floor in her room), She also seems to be the rebellious type, the cool older sister, the one with all the cool games you aren't supposed to play and the sporty hobbies.

I think Dess would've gotten along great with Susie, or at least would've shared interests with the girl. I don't even think Carol was mad about only the code in Dess's guitar, considering that burrial with Dust and an item cherished in life seems to be the usual custom for Monsters in Hometown.

Maybe the big reason why she wants Noelle to not talk to Susie ever again is because Dess didn't want to stay; she openly told Noelle as such, and had army rations under her bed (most likely for that reason). Maybe whatever incident that caused Dess to disapear was blamed on that misbehaving? Maybe Susie's reputation as the "Bad Kid" extends so much farther than just school? Did people bother the Mayor about her?? Or maybe Carol just saw a complete stranger she didn't approve of dressed in ripped jeans with their shoes on her couch playing her missing (?) daughter's guitar badly in front of Noelle and she was just incredibly pissed off.

...You think im done with this post now. But you'd be WRONG, because it's

CRACKPOT THEORY TIME!!!

So if we assume that Voice-On-The-Phone is Carol, and that RK is Dess in some way. And that Carol is indeed using the RK to bring Dess back or something. Would that mean that Noelle and Queen's relationship doesn't reflect Noelle and Carol's dynamic... But Dess and Carol's dynamic?

Think about it. Carol doesn't need anything from her daughter. she only needs her to be a picture perfect innocent daughter with good grades who participates in the church choir and 0 skeletons in her closet. I don't think she's even trying to make Noelle happy or make her life particularly better outside of her own idea of better, outside maybe that pushing her to get better grades could let her get better universities later down the line?

That doesn't fully map onto Queen, who, while she is controlling and manipulative and uses the teenagers around her for her own ends, those ends are to help Noelle; she says she saw "her [Noelle's] sad searches", and thinks making a second fountain, a different Dark World, would help Noelle be happy. Once Noelle stands up to Queen and makes her agency known, Queen relents. She admits she was wrong. She lets Noelle choose her own world.

I think, with the theories and possibilities i've expressed in this post, that Carol working with the RK or being on the same side is possible, especially with the Dess connection you can make. In this, RK (or Dess) would be the willing peon of Carol, opening up more Dark Worlds to bring about either The Roaring, or finding more information on Dess's whereabouts, and the Knight messing with any of the Darkners before the Fuck Gang reaches them would be prehemptive attempts to stop them, or at least slow them down.

The main difference would end up being that... Contrary to what happens at the end of Chapter 2, RK wouldn't stand up to Carol. In this framework, it's willingly being used for this purpose and seemingly doesn't mind that at all (Maybe like how Queen thought Noelle didn't mind being ordered around all Chapter). Although, we still have 3 chapters left and a roaring to cause, so perhaps the RK will betray Carol, and she'll have to face her loss head on.

...This post was supposed to be a footnote in my dumping info post from earlier, why did this balloon so much in length Oh my god

EDIT: WE HAVE MORE LINES FROM THE CHARACTER STUCK IN THE FILES... AND IT IS ABSOLUTELY DESS. I WAS SO RIGHT

Ok so this changes that final crackpot theory. a bit. Because the Roaring Knight isn't Dess. The deer horns and somewhat deer-skull shaped head it bears during it's intro animation in Chapter 3 is still sus, but it's likely not LITERALLY Dess.

...So Mayor Knight theorists might've been right again, and instead Carol's taken a Faustian Bargain with the RK, possibly to find Dess. Which could explain why she needs Kris (and maybe why she knows of the soul situation) to seal dark fountains and shit. Unless the sealing is unintentional and instead only the Roaring would bring them closer to finding Dess. Hmm.

[cherrynflowergarden]

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the warm ambiance of the dimly lit restaurant enveloped matt and his girlfriend as they enjoyed their quiet dinner together. she wore a delicate yellow dress, her appearance catching the soft glow of the candlelight. matt, clad in a navy shirt and black pants, reached across the table to squeeze her hand, offering a rare, gentle smile reserved only for her.

“i’ll be right back,” she whispered, standing to head toward the restroom. matt nodded, watching her with his usual calm but attentive gaze.

as she made her way, she accidentally bumped into a large, muscular waiter carrying a tray of food. the collision caused the tray to tumble, plates crashing to the floor. the clatter drew the attention of nearby patrons, and the waiter's face twisted in anger.

“watch where you’re going woman!” he snapped, his voice booming in the now quiet section of the restaurant.

she froze, her shy and sensitive nature rendering her speechless. tears welled up in her eyes as the waiter continued to yell at her, mocking her for crying over such a minor incident.

“you serious? crying? grow up,” he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

before she could respond, a figure appeared beside her, tall and brooding. matt’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. his protective instincts flared seeing her tear-streaked face.

“hey,” matt’s voice was low but firm, carrying an edge that demanded attention. “you don’t talk to her like that.”

the waiter, taken aback by matt’s cold glare and imposing presence, stammered, “she—she bumped into me!”

“and that’s no excuse to yell at her,” matt shot back, his tone sharp as a blade. “apologize. now.”

the waiter hesitated, but the intensity in matt’s gaze left no room for argument. “sorry,” he muttered begrudgingly, avoiding eye contact with both of them.

matt slipped an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders, pulling her close. “come on, love” he murmured softly, leading her back to their table. once seated, he handed her a napkin to wipe her tears and cupped her face gently in his hands.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered, sniffling. “i didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

matt shook his head, brushing a tear from her cheek. “you didn’t do anything wrong. that guy was a jerk.” he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “you’re safe now. i’m here.”

her trembling subsided as she melted into his comforting embrace. his calm, steady presence was all she needed to feel at ease again.

“thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“always,” matt replied, his lips curving into a soft smile. “now, how about we get dessert to-go and watch a movie at home? just the two of us.”

her eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she nodded, grateful for the man who always made her feel cherished and protected.

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[hyunsvngs]

hyunsvngbinimas!

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

warnings: they're in love your honor, mostly vanilla, brief rimming, brief foodplay, kitchen sex, clit play, unprotected sex, creampie

You hate that Felix is so good at these types of things. He’s had to help you reassemble your gingerbread house three whole times now, when it’s unceremoniously fallen apart on the tray, and his creation looks perfect. He’s even done you and him standing outside in icing, with Bbokari standing next to you both as your little chick pet.

Not that you’d have been able to truly focus on yours anyway. Felix had been accidentally brushing against you, grabbing your waist, sometimes pushing past you to grind his cock on your ass. It was meant to be a cute experience, both of you in matching Christmas pyjamas and Felix in his Santa hat, but of course your gremlin of a boyfriend had to turn it into something sexual.

“Mine looks bad,” You whine, stomping your feet. Felix looks at your house, all slanted walls and barely-attached roof of it, and bursts out laughing. You whine again, elbowing him in the tummy softly. It’s his fault! “Felix. Don’t be mean! Not all of us can be super creative.”

“I know baby, I know,” He’s still laughing, but he wraps his arms around your middle. The Christmas music is still playing softly in the background, and he sways you and hums along to the song. His Christmas hat tickles your neck, and you finally let yourself smile, hands grabbing his forearms where they rest around you. “At least you’re good at making cookies. Look! You even did a Jureumi one for Minho hyung.”

You blink at the cookie where it’s cooling on the tray, before nodding in acknowledgement. The lines are a little bit wonky, but you know Minho will kiss your forehead and thank you nonetheless. “I think he’ll like it.”

“He will,” He nods, kissing your cheek. “He’ll love it, baby, and if all else fails, Chan will love your gingerbread house.”

“He’ll just lie to be nice about it.”

“Well, yeah, but-” Felix is cut off by his own giggle as you swat at him, before he grabs your hands, rendering you motionless. “Don’t attack me! It’s Christmas!”

You ignore the urge to tell him that it’s not quite Christmas yet. You’d been invited to Felix’s dorm to bake for the other members and have a sugar-infused Christmas party prior to the actual day, and Felix had ushered everyone out so that it would be a surprise. An unhappy surprise, you think, because your gingerbread house looks shit. 

“It’s not my fault it looks bad anyway, Felix,” You groan, pointing an accusing finger at him. He throws his arms up in surrender, a faux-innocent look on that beautiful freckled face. “You kept touching me.”

Felix drops his arms then, giggling. “Did it get you hot under the collar, baby? That’s so cute,” You let him crowd you against the counter, the smell of gingerbread and sweet icing filling your senses. He braces you with his arms, surprisingly muscly, and your hands come up to your chest as if to defend yourself. “You’re so cute. I couldn’t help myself, not with you looking so delicious in these pyjamas.”

You glance down at your pyjamas. Minnie Mouse in a Christmas dress stares you dead in the eyes. “I have Minnie Mouse on my shirt.”

“That’s what makes it so cute!” Felix gushes, a smile on his face. “You know I love you looking so domestic. It makes me just wanna… y’know.”

You watch with an amused smile on your face as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. He’s so ridiculous. You love him. “Makes you wanna what?”

“Touch you,” He breathes, leaning in to peck your lips chastely. When he pulls away, there’s a more determined look on his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I want to touch you. I have since we started this fucking baking date. I just wanna bend you over the counter and make you cum, you look so cute.”

Oh. Your chest starts heaving, breaths tumbling out your lips. “Oh, Felix…”

“Will you let me?” Felix questions, little fingers coming up to play with the collar of your shirt. His hands are burning hot on your skin, making you squirm in your spot and huff out a sigh. “I want to make you cum, baby. Will you let me?”

“I- Yes, yeah, I’ll let you.”

“So cute,” He murmurs, dark doe eyes scanning your face, and then he’s kissing you. You let him, mouth opening pliantly for Felix’s typical soft, yet messy kisses, open mouthed and channelling all of his love through them. 

The pom pom on his Santa hat dangles precariously and tickles your face, but you ignore it, fingers moving up to rest on his broad shoulders. He crowds further into your space, if it’s even possible, and pushes his hands up your shirt. You gasp into the kiss when his hands knead your breasts, sans-bra due to your intended comfort in your pyjamas. Your nipples are hard, pebbled against his palms, and he groans into your lips.

Felix groans into the kiss, his deep timbre reverberating through you, and then he’s shoving his hand down your bottoms. “I wanna play with your clit, make you cum before I push inside,” He huffs, and you nod eagerly, letting your legs fall apart just slightly to accommodate him. His fingers push into your folds, finding your clit and almost whining at the mess he finds between your legs. “Oh, baby. It’s so wet down here, you liked me touching you?” 

“I always like you touching me,” You murmur, a pink flush rising to your cheeks. Felix chuckles, and then he’s rubbing circles around your clit. He always knows how to touch you, how to make you cum so quickly and so hard that you’re seeing stars and can’t breathe for a minute afterwards.

You usually love tangling your hands in his hair while he pleasures you; you love to hear his sharp intake of breath each time you tug a little harder. With the scarlet santa hat hiding his locks, you’re lost. His fingers speed up, harsh circles on your sensitive bundle of your nerves making your hands scrabble for purchase, flitting between his chest, his shoulders, cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips back to yours. You don’t know what to do with yourself, you can barely contain your upcoming climax.

“Felix,” you utter, a breathy moan. “Lix, Lix, look at me.” He looks up obediently, dark eyes wide as they meet yours. “Cumming, cumming, I-”

He hushes you with a kiss, he doesn't need to hear what you're trying to say. He knows you're cumming, he sees it in the way you look at him, the way your eyebrows furrow and your fingertips dig into his skin with a wail. He feels it as your wetness floods his fingers, and he gives you a second to try and catch your breath before speaking.

“Good?” Felix chuckles, kissing your nose. You scrunch your nose up in response, and he does it again, and again, until he stops and presses his forehead against yours. “Mm. I want to fuck you. Can I?”

“Yeah,” You nod, smiling. “You can always fuck me. How do you want me, Lixie?”

“God,” He grins, teeth white and shining. You let your eyes trail across his freckles while he thinks, hands securely on your waist and eyes fluttering shut. He hums, and then spins you around, pressing your front into the counter. “Like this. Bend over for me, baby, I’ll hit it nice and deep.”

You wiggle your ass teasingly and Felix moans, slapping your asscheek. It only takes a second and he pulls your pyjama trousers down with your underwear, running a thumb through your folds. 

“So sloppy,” He muses, and then you hear him sigh. “I want to try something, baby, stay still for me.”

He reaches over and you hear a few clattering noises, and Felix dribbles something cold on your ass. You squeal, shifting, before his hands go to your hips to keep you in place. 

“Lix, what’s-”

“Icing,” He groans, and you hear him shifting onto his knees. His tongue hits your skin, licking up the trail of sweetness on your asscheek. His tongue dips over your skin a few more times for good measure, even going as far to lick over your asshole, tonguing the rim.

“Lix, please, I can’t wait,” You whine, hips wiggling tantalisingly. “Lixie, please, please-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of the blunt press of his cockhead against your hole. It has you wondering briefly if the boys are going to come home halfway through you getting fucked, and it makes you whimper, pushing your hips back into Felix’s cock. The feeling of his pyjamas against your skin makes you realise that he’s fucking you with just his cock pulled out, otherwise fully clothed, and you gasp, feet kicking against the floor.

“Gimme it,” You slur, head dropping down onto your arms. “Wet enough, feel, gimme it!”

When his cockhead breaches your hole you wail, loud and unabashed.

“Pussy’s so fucking tight, baby, fuck,” He groans, sinking into your heat slowly. You whine, pushing your hips back on him again, and his hands splay across your ass. A beat passes, and then he’s thrusting into you, slow and passionate and so delicious that it makes you moan. You feel his pubes against your ass, trimmed hairs on his balls slapping against your clit with the sinuous rhythm. “Feel good? Tell me, tell me, fuck, baby…”

“It’s so good, Felix, I can feel everything, it’s so- hnnnng, Felix, Felix, please, faster-”

“I’ll cum if I go fast, baby, give me a second,” He huffs, head dropping to your neck. His chest presses against your back, and he continues to fuck you slowly for a bit before he speeds up. With the position, he’s got you deep and pliant, legs spread for him to do what he wants to you against the counter. Finally, his pace increases and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You feel a wave of pleasure crash over you as Felix's thrusts become faster and harder, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

“Ah, ah, like that, like that, oh my god,” You moan, eyes rolling back into your head. Felix always fucks into you just right, and you reach back to grab onto his hand, pulling him closer into you. “Oh, keep going, just like that, I’ll cum again, I’ll cum.”

“Cum for me, cum for me,” Felix moans, his voice higher pitched as his balls slap against your clit. He’s getting close. Your pussy’s so wet that the slapping sounds echo around the kitchen, yet your moans and whines are louder than anything else. “Baby, c’mon, cum for me, I’ll cum inside.”

Your head lolls forward, your bottom lip wet with drool. Felix rarely came inside, too worried about the risks, and the idea has you hurtling into ecstasy. “You’ll- really? You’ll cum inside? God, I want you to, Lixie, please-”

“I’ll fill you up, baby, I promise, c’mon. Show me how good this cock makes you feel.”

With a particularly well-timed thrust into your g-spot, you fall apart, wailing through your orgasm and trying to grip onto the counter with sweaty palms. Your cunt flutters around Felix’s cock over and over, the tightness forming a new intensity for him, and he groans before his hips halt against your ass. You feel his hips trembling against you as he cums inside, filling you up with pulses of white cum and making you feel full of him. It’s so hot, so sexy that it almost makes you want to go again, but you’re interrupted by the sound of voices by the front door. 

“Oh my god,” Felix mumbles, pulling out of you with haste. You gasp at the realisation that the other boys are back, yanking your bottoms up and trying to ignore the feeling of Felix’s cum leaking out of you. He shuffles around the kitchen awkwardly, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible, and you giggle as he wiggles his bottoms up awkwardly. 

You both try to make yourself look busy, trying to fix your now collapsed gingerbread house and fiddling with the cookies. You hear a scoff from behind you, and you turn around to see Seungmin, Minho and Jeongin. The youngest has a dumb smile on his face, Minho looks to be suppressing the loudest laugh he’s ever done and Seungmin’s scowling.

“Hi!” Felix says, too cheery. “Do you wanna try our gingerbread house?”

“Only if you promise that’s actually icing,” Seungmin remarks, raising an eyebrow. You flush, lips parting in shock. “It stinks of sex in here.”

Jeongin grins, elbowing him playfully. “As if you’d know, hyung.”

“No, but seriously,” Minho smirks, eyes flitting between you and Felix. “Can’t you two do anything without fucking like rabbits?”

Felix turns to you, a bright blush beneath his freckles. You’re embarrassed, but the soft look in his eyes reassures you, a fond smile on his face. “It’s Christmas, and we’re in love.”

You coo, and Seungmin fake gags.

“You’re both disgusting.”

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amorousness.

summary: lyney loves your reactions. but oftentimes ends up being rendered speechless by you. you're really no good for his heart, you know? (he's down bad.)

notes: lyney x GN!reader. established relationship. inspired by a brainrot by the lovely @marrijaydeboo !! golden retriever x black cat, detective!reader. lyney is a loser in love. seriously. first lyney drabble (?) don't come for me if he's kinda ooc...

"I must say, Detective, I didn't know you were quite enamoured with me. You've been staring at me for quite a while."

Lilac eyes meet yours, playful and with the intent to seek a reaction. Any reaction. Whether it's the normally sheepish and curt deadpan and pointed stare, or the more rare reaction of a flush on your cheeks, the Great Magician Lyney prides himself as the sole captor and witness of such a side to his normally stoic and silent lover, you.

Well, not so much silent, but mostly reserved to a fault. It's no wonder you and Lynette are close. which he absolutely loves

Currently enjoying a leisure date (his words) after he pestered you on going with him (leaving a bunch of Rainbow Roses and Romaritime Flowers at your doorstep, silly little notes with cat patterns with a 'date countdown' on them, and popping up randomly in your office to steal quick kisses and elaborating about you leaving to spend time with him in typical Lyney fashion, complete with a wink and a disappearing act before you could even get mad at him for the disruption) saying that even Detectives and Sleuths like you need to let down their hair a bit.

And what better way to do it than to spend it with your lovely, horribly sappy (your words) and romantic boyfriend? So, after a few works at winning you over with his secret weapon (Lynette came at your door, giving you the most unimpressive stare and smirk, before telling you her brother was at his wits end trying to please you, waxing poetic about how you wound him by your rejections so you better go) here you both were, enjoying a tray of sweets and desserts, all your favorites, it seems, while partaking in casual conversation flirting with Lyney.

"Is there a reason for your gaze? Or perhaps you're just admiring little old me?"

"Naturally, Great Magician. After all, beautiful things should be admired, no?"

Ah. But there was also that. Your unpredictability. Typical [name], always keeping him on his toes. Lyney flushes deeply at your words, caught off-guard, a rare look of sheepishness similar to a thief caught in the act. caught in the act of being horribly smitten with you, maybe A pretty shade of pink adorns his cheeks. Pink is the color of the Rainbow Roses he lavishes you with; the color of his longing for you, and just one of the colors you get the privilege of seeing on him.

You only smile knowingly, as your lips curl to a smirk.

You really…. You really have him wrapped around your finger, huh? Lyney can only sigh and laugh, as his normally flirty and romantic self is just no match for you.

Not that he minds, of course. You're the only one who gets to assert such a sheepish and unimpressive reaction from him, part from Lynette, probably.

"Ah, how your words leave me speechless, my dear [name]! How you keep me in your grasp so firmly… Ah, there's nothing more fulfilling." You only look at him with a withering stare, which leaves the magician in a love-struck gaze, as you just roll your eyes at his quips.

For the Great Magician Lyney, your reactions are a work of wonder and magic itself. Seeing your normally diligent and aloof facade crumble when he teases you keeps him tightly wound around your finger. Really, Lyney is probably the only person who gets such a thrill of seeing your glares or your unamused looks. Well, that can't compare to your flustered face, or your smile, though. Or your kisses, or the way you look at him breathless after…

He flushes even a darker shade of red, if that was even possible, definitely caught up in his thoughts of you.

It's ironic, really. He says you were the enamored one, but he's the one who wishes to keep you to him till the very end, and wishes that every day with you stretches out longer… He could almost sigh. The things one does when in love…

"Any more words and that smile of yours won't be kept up any longer, Lyney." You huff, as you scarf down a Conch Madeline, before turning to ascertain some case papers he notes that have to deal with the recent serial disappearance cases.

Lyney pouts. You both were on a date, not some regular business day. He'd prefer it if your attention were just on him for today, at least. (or maybe everyday, he hopes. maybe for the rest of your lives. really, what you did to him was astonishing)

"Jeez, alright…. I was hoping you'd be less composed and just unwind yourself with me, you know? After all, I am your lover. And I'd personally prefer if you could shift your attention only at me for today…"

Lyney tries to look unfazed and tip the scales to make you feel flustered this time, but his words come out as a whine. Was he really that needy for your attention? (he was)

Now you blush. The heat creeps up to your cheeks in a flaming glow, as you just make a noise in your throat, words going incoherent. You compose yourself, as you just clear your throat as you look away and bury your expression in your cup of tea, closing your eyes since you couldn't bare to see his gaze, no doubt oozing with fondness and sweetness as the desserts laid out on the table right now. Maybe even more. (you put away your papers, thank goodness)

"You don't need to worry about that. Besides, you're the only person I'd ever want to put all my attention on willingly, anyway…"

"...."

A beat of silence passes. Two beats, three beats. Yeah, now you were both shutting down at your words.

Yeah, now Lyney's seriously considering trying to propose to you in his next show now. A volunteer act, maybe? Wait, you don't want on the spot performances that surprise you too much. Hm, a private show? Tempting. And the ring… Maybe a magenta ring? Or maybe a purple one to match his eyes…. All for you. All for what you both currently have right now. All for everything you're currently showing him. Your mirroring love-lorn gaze, the way your lips would envelop his own, just his. Although Lyney thought that proposing to you right now was still too early, well, if you keep this up…

"Lyney? What's gotten into you all of a sudde–"

Your words stop as you feel the pressure of his lips on your own. Lyney's kisses are sweet, warm, and playful. But oftentimes, it's meaningful and embodies so many unspoken words of adoration that his suave self could never compare to. When he pulls away but a moment later, he's back to his regular self. The confident smile and the softening of his eyes as his gaze locks onto you. Cheeky and challenging. Just the way you like it. Just the way you both would have it.

"You look so endearing when flustered."

"Shut up."

"I love you even still!"

"Unfortunately, I do too."

"Haha, of course you d– Huh, wait, what do you mean, unfortunately?! [name]!"

The rest of the day is spent without your work bothering you. Not that you don't mind, of course. Only because you're spending it in his company.

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MDNI | Themetober: Stitches

Mad Scientist!Dottore x Reanimated!Fem!Reader

CW: mentions of blood, mentions of murders, flesh tearing/falling apart, needles, sewing of skin, memory loss, slight deception, degradation (toy, whore), objectification, dacryphilia, slight master/slave dynamic, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud @stygianoir

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You were perfection to him. Well, almost perfect, that is. The memory loss was a complication, however, it proved beneficial in his favor. He brought you back from the icy grip of death—a feat he considered to be one of his greatest achievements—and stitched the remaining parts of you back up. Over and over, it was always a messy process, especially when the skin would tear a little too much for his liking, resulting in the process restarting from scratch.

Still, Dottore fixed you up—his sweet, little creation—donning the many skins of those he butchered. You had no recollection of your life before death, at least not yet, but you would eventually. When that would occur, well, only time could tell. For now, though, he kept you at his mercy, feeding you little lies about who you were and who he wanted you to be—for him. 

“Oh, darling,” he cooed. His hand cupped your face with feigned softness as he thumbed a bit of blood that trickled down the side of your face, caused by a broken stitch. “You have to refrain from tearing your stitches. Resources are running rather dry at the moment to be able to fix them so often.” The doctor’s lips curled into an amused smile as you pouted, disliking the way he chastised you as though you were a child. “Remember, graceful movements.” 

Dottore watched from behind his mask as you nodded, and the man soon made quick work of redoing the stitch. Resources weren’t too low for him to render him unable to restitch you repeatedly; he just hated the tediousness of repeating the task. Once finished, he placed the needle and thread on the medical tray before letting his fingers curve over your cheek. The feel of the stitches and different skin types held together caused a rush of excitement to come over him. 

You were his first reanimated experiment, and he oftentimes found himself unable to keep a clear mind. It wasn’t like him to have a desire to fuck an experiment, but you, oh You were an exception. The arousal he felt clawed at him further when you moved your hands to his chest, feebly grabbing hold of the collared shirt beneath his lab coat. 

“Again?” He questioned. An amused chuckle fell from his lips as he took your hands in his and moved closer, forcing his hips in-between your thighs as you sat on the examination table. “Your stitches will tear, but...” The doctor’s words drifted off as he thought about the idea a little more. “Compensation is due yet again.” 

His gloved hands released yours, allowing you to lean back against the table. How obedient, he mused. Your actions were like clockwork—the results of his constant training and deception—and he relished in it. Dottore carefully slid his hands up your clothed body, the skin beneath hidden from view due to the sheer gown you wore. He could see the way your nipples pebbled in response to his touch, and it pleased him. 

“Sweet doll,” he cooed. His gloved fingers traveled back down, with one slipping beneath the gown to rub at your cunt while the other worked to free his hardened length. “Mine to toy with, to do with as I please.” The doctor felt a sick pleasure at the way your legs parted even more, giving him more access, and he took it without hesitation. “A good whore for her master.” 

There was little to no preparation whatsoever after he lined himself at your entrance, forcing himself past your folds and deep inside your pussy. You moaned on instinct, head tilting back as his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he fucked into you. You were such a beautiful and pliant doll for him; much better than when you were alive, truly. 

Dottore let the upper half of his body lean over you as he slowed his pace, pistoning into your cunt a little slower now. He could never attempt this when you were alive, when your flesh was warm and your smile sweet. No, you had to be like this—an obedient toy beneath him; a means to satiate all of his desires. 

His cockhead smacked against your cervix, causing his grip on you tighten and, in turn, break the one stitch that ran from three inches above your left hip and upwards, diagonally. It was an abrupt break, causing the flesh to tear slightly and slide down from the movement of his thrusts. The doctor huffed in annoyance, but it only made his pace quicken as irritation was soon replaced by satisfaction. 

Crimson eyes watched the skin wiggle back and forth, and his lips curled into an amused smirk. He could fix it afterward, but for now he would relish in this one-time occurrence. There was no reason as to why he enjoyed the sight of you falling apart like that, but he did. Perhaps it was some sick gratification in knowing that you were at his mercy—bound to crumple and be rebuilt repeatedly. 

The thought caused a groan to rumble in his throat, and his cock twitched against your velvety walls. At least your insides were still intact, and it was perhaps the one and only thing he was truly thankful for. Of course, he had no qualms about fixing that part of you, if the need ever arose. One of his hands moved to carefully push a leg back while the other remained at your hip. The position allowed him to reach deeper, with his tip kissing your cervix each and every time his dick buried itself to the hilt. 

“A good toy,” he groaned. His hips smacked a little more harshly against yours when he upped his pace, all while keeping his focus on your face—though he would occasionally glance at the torn skin curling apart. “I’ll fix you. Again, and again.” The doctor kept his movements quick and steady as his thrusts continued. Gods, you were tight for him; almost painfully, but even he liked that. “Malleable to all of my desires.” His other hand quickly moved your other leg back, causing the subtle sound of ripped stitches to make his cock twitch yet again. “Cry for me,” Dottore demanded. 

Like an obedient dog, your eyes shed a few tears, in which he quickly lapped up with his tongue—a unique modification he added into your reanimation process. He hummed at the salty taste before moving to press his lips to yours, relishing in the icy contrast with his own warm pair. The doctor’s body held you down against the table at this point as he continued fucking into you. His groaning grew a little louder as his breaths came out in quick and short intervals. 

He was close. The constant twitching of his cock against your gummy walls and the tightness in his abdomen were indicators of that, and Dottore continued until he final came. His balls tightened as his release washed over him in a euphoric wave, and he groaned a final time as his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, drawing the tiniest bit of blood in the process. His hips slowed as his thrusts gentled out, moving in a way that allowed your walls to be coated with his creamy cum. 

The doctor remained like that for a few moments, letting your cunt milk every last drop out of him before he carefully eased himself out. A hand quickly fixed the mask that hung a bit lopsided on his face before he scanned over your form, and his tongue quickly licked up your blood that remained on his bottom lip. Ripped stitches, torn flesh, it was all an easy fix for him—and he enjoyed every moment of your ruined state. 

Your memories would never return. Dottore would make certain of that. Trouble would ensue if you did recall what he did to you, but it was necessary. How else could he keep such a perfect and obedient toy at his mercy? An amused smile graced his features as he slipped himself back into the confines of his pants before reaching for the thread and needle, ready to repeat the process all over again.