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anisespice · 2 years ago

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 3

one || two || four || five

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally can’t be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol

notes: sooo i lied <333 i’ve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasn’t satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured we’d just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all ✨) hope you enjoy :)))

notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. i’m not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes iii: this one’s got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy

“Aht-CHOO!”

The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasn’t a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.

You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. “Seriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?”

Osamu sniffled, then muttered. “…Y’supposed to say bless ya before scoldin’ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, y’know…”

“Aw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.”

The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. “Fuck me, huh?”

You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. “Waitwaitwait I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it as in…fuck you’RE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?”

Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. “Nice save, darlin’.”

He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.

And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.

Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.

You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. “We communicatin’ telepathically, or somethin’?”

“If we were, you’d know I wanna suck you dry right now.”

Osamu.exe—E R R O R.

Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldn’t stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. “A warnin’ next time, would’ya?…”

You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. “Your only warning would’ve been your pants around your ankles-”

“Oi, quit that.” He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didn’t repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. “…Jeez, at least ask me how m’day was before ya slut me out. Soundin’ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodin’ my socials all damn day.”

Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. “‘m sorry…the what flooding your socials?”

He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, “That dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ‘nd ‘tsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ‘nd center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread ‘bout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shit’s wild.”

“The fuck-what now?” Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didn’t just delay your appetite with this information. “Y—…you’re joking right? There’s no way something like that exists.”

“Oh, t’s very much real. Read it with my own eyes,” he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. “What, ya sayin’ ya haven’t heard of it? Seriously?”

“You know I don’t care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. What’s even the purpose?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. But it’s got ‘tsumu givin’ me the silent treatment, so maybe it’s not that bad after all.”

“Pfft. He’s pissy because some random on the internet said you’re the better lay? How would they know?? You’re both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.” You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.

Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. “Damn straight. But, wasn’t just some random, babe. We’re talkin’ millions.”

Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you would’ve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

“Holy shit.”

Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphere—Your voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had some…hot takes.

“How could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you ‘samu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.” You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. “You are not that guy.”

Osamu’s chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.

You didn’t feel his stare earlier…but you were definitely feeling it now, Mr. Krabs. Suddenly, the same dread you got when anticipating a jumpscare resurfaced. A sinking pit in your stomach like a rabbit stumbling upon a fox—Cliché aside, you fucked up. And you knew it in your bones the second your eyes locked with his, void of fondness and full of hunger despite his plate being half-eaten.

He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. “Sure ‘bout that?”

You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didn’t rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. “I—..I-I mean..I was just saying. Because…y’know, you never…we never really-”

“Mm. Jus’ cause we usually take things slow doesn’t mean you can’t get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryin’ ya luck, ‘nd ya just might. Finish eatin’ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.”

SAKUSA couldn’t give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And don’t think that you’re the exception, either—Man parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.

“Omi-”

“No.”

“C’monnnn.”

“No.”

You giggled, “I won’t talk about it anymore, I promise.”

He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driver’s side window, trying to ‘pspspsps’ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldn’t stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, there’s a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed list—Sakusa saw it as a bad omen.

Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.

“Baby, I’ll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?”

Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank face—One you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, you’d see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you weren’t about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.

“Don’t patronize me. Besides, you didn’t say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.”

You blinked.

There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. “I-I’ll sage the car then, how ‘bout that?”

The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.

“You’re laughing. You’ve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and you’re laughing.”

“‘yoomi, PLEASE.” You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. “Don’t you think…you’re being a little paranoid?”

Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. “We’ll see how funny you find it when we can’t be seen together in public anymore.”

“And why not?” You raised a brow, still giggly.

Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. “Because. When I do get posted, I won’t be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.”

“Oh my god, honey, I promise. You’re worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, don’t you think you would’ve by now? I mean, c’mon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!”

“That’s exactly my point. I’m the only one left.”

The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusa’s relief. “Can still burn some sage, if you want-” “You’re not funny.”

Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriend’s words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. ‘I’m the only one left.’

As much as you’d hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, what’s delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individual—The dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.

Being one of the privileged few who’ve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exterior…in more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?

But, he’s made it this far without issue, what’s there to worry about now?—*Bzzzzt*

You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusa’s cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder…why would he be calling you?

You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, “Mori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?”

“Has he seen it?? Am I too late??”

You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. “Uh…has who seen what?”

Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. “Thank God…you sound blissfully unaware. That means there’s still time. You’re at his place, right?”

You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.

“Kiyoomi’s? Yeah, I am. He’s in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?”

Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenario…but a small part of you already had an idea.

“It’s the complete opposite, I’m afraid.”

‘Kiyoomi Sakusa. 6’2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of his…Lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? It’s ‘cause he’s hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though he’s the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that he’d spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He won’t make much noise, you’ll think he’s doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but he’d probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.’

You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didn’t even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. “Shit. I really did doom him to being targeted by perverts…”

“Huh??” Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.

“Nothing,” you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. “Do the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, he’d surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.”

“Dunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.”

You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didn’t appear to be any movement, but there’s no doubt he finished showering by now.

Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. “We need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. I’ll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take before-”

“Who’re you talking to?”

Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. “Um…your cousin.”

“Okay, but…why’d you come out here? You wouldn’t have disturbed me if you took the call inside.” Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. “Something the matter?”

“No!” You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. “No, uh…just wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, that’s all. W-why d’you ask?”

Sakusa squinted at you. “You’re jumpy.”

“J-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. that’s because…” Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.

“B-Because! We’re talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldn’t wanna hear us, so-” SLAM!

Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusa’s back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.

Just as suspected…still paranoid.

“That was close…”

“Super close. Think he bought it?”

You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. “Won’t matter if he decides to check his phone at some point…”

It didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, you’d be fine.

Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldn’t help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frowned—How can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.

Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.

Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller ID—Miya.

He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu he’d probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.

“Better have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.”

“Oh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. You’ll wanna see this.”

Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasn’t there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didn’t feel right in the force.

You weren’t sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you did…it was like the world had gone into slow motion—Komori’s voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.

Probably should’ve burned that sage when you had the chance.

#🍁wasabi #‼️PT. 3‼️#*posts it and runs*#hq #hq scenarios #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq osamu #hq sakusa #the fuck-it list

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maxdibert · 6 months ago

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In my opinion, Albus Dumbledore is one of the most hypocritical and despicable characters in Harry Potter—if not the most. I find it outrageous that this old man dares to say he’s disgusted by Severus when he’s not all that different. My soul cringes at all the "greatness" surrounding him, and his whole "for the greater good" rhetoric feels like a cold shower, as if people have a moral obligation to die to save the world.

Severus, a mere pawn in the grand scheme of things, is disgusting because he joined the wrong side, but the great and kind Albus is a symbol of the resistance against evil—even though he was practically Grindelwald's right-hand man. This attitude of placing himself above someone like Severus is so infuriating.

Not to mention all the mental gymnastics he does, belittling and minimizing Severus’s trauma, making him seem crazy when he snapped in POA. Apparently, the past is only condemnable when it’s convenient.

My problem with Dumbledore goes way back, long before the whole thing with Severus even came into play. I already thought he was quite a self-righteous prick for claiming to care so much about people and then leaving Sirius Black to fend for himself. I mean, the whole situation with Sirius, Peter, and the Potters never sat right with me. Seriously, with all of them supposedly under his command—because he was the ultimate leader of the four—when Sirius is allegedly the culprit, Dumbledore just lets him go to Azkaban without even probing his mind to see what happened?

Having a supposed Voldemort ally, a double-agent serial killer, and you seriously don’t want to extract every piece of information from him? You’re not interested in investigating what really went down there? Or maybe he probably knew Sirius wasn’t a threat but didn’t care because he’d already achieved what he wanted: Voldemort out of the picture for a while and the kid being watched over at his aunt and uncle’s house. That initial question then evolved into: The kid at his aunt’s house protected by his dead mother’s spell while a double agent infiltrates the enemy ranks, willing to do anything for Dumbledore’s validation? (Once it became known about Lily’s spell and that Severus had been working for Dumbledore).

Even before I had the full picture, Dumbledore’s attitude toward Sirius smelled fishy. It seemed really off and totally incoherent for someone who supposedly cared about the people under his command. This feeling intensified for me in the fourth book and then really hit home in the fifth. Sirius is essentially the only emotional support Harry truly finds in an adult. Sure, Sirius is dysfunctional in himself, but Harry sees him as the father figure he never had, or at least that connection to his parents he so desperately needs. It’s canon that he needs to talk to him, even if it’s just to vent.

Doesn’t the kid matter to you enough to use your super-powerful, highly respected wizard influence to clear Sirius’s name so the kid can at least spend weekends with him in Hogsmeade? I mean, come on. I’ve seen many people try to justify this by saying, “If Sirius were available, Harry would have wanted to go live with him and leave the Dursleys, and Lily’s spell wouldn’t work,” but that’s pure bullshit. Just tell Sirius that what keeps Harry alive is being at his aunt’s house. Sirius is rich enough to buy a house in Privet Drive and be close to the kid so he wouldn’t have to leave. It’s not that complicated.

But this is something I thought of later with the last book. What really bothered me in the fourth was: why wasn’t Dumbledore doing anything? Why, in the fifth book, does he have a guy who’s clearly a walking time bomb locked up in his childhood home? Just waiting for him to finally explode? Honestly, when I read the fifth book, I thought maybe Dumbledore put Sirius there and set all those restrictions because he knew him well enough to know he’d eventually snap and do something reckless, and Dumbledore could just wash his hands of it. Even before all the truth came out, before the seventh book, Dumbledore already disgusted me. With everything in hindsight, not only does my nearly two-decade-old theory still make sense, but I firmly believe it’s true. I think Sirius Black annoyed Dumbledore, not only because of how he could influence Harry but because he was a disruptive element. He was a soldier who didn’t blindly follow orders, someone explosive, with an uncontrollable temperament, whose leitmotif had always been opposing authority. I think Dumbledore knew that Sirius probably only stayed somewhat stable in the Order because of James, and once James was out of the picture, there was no one to handle him. So, indeed, he became a nuisance. He could do without him. Sirius wasn’t useful because he was too temperamental and impulsive for espionage or information gathering. He wasn’t helpful offensively because he systematically questioned authority and wouldn’t follow Dumbledore’s orders unless he had a good reason. So, Dumbledore let him remain a fugitive and then locked him up in his childhood home, which was essentially his greatest trauma, and left him there to drink himself into misery until he couldn’t take it anymore, snapped, did something stupid, and ended up dead.

But not only that, Dumbledore’s attitude toward his students always annoyed me. I’ve always hated favoritism because I was raised that way. My mother was a teacher at the school I attended until I was about 12, and I never got any special treatment. She was literally tougher on me than on anyone else. As a kid, I could never understand why Dumbledore showed so much favoritism toward Gryffindors. I could kind of get that Slytherins were the “bad guys” and blah blah blah, but there were two other houses he completely ignored. Over time, and with maturity, this feeling only grew stronger.

When I read the sixth book, I was genuinely outraged because the guy condemned Tom Riddle when he was just a kid. Like, ??? How is it possible to make those judgments when they’re just children? I also thought it was absurd that he told Draco not to do it. I mean, after six years of totally ignoring him because to you, he’s just a Slytherin son of purists doomed to darkness, you tell him not to follow the orders of the maniac threatening his family?? Don’t you think if you’d done your job as a teacher and stepped in earlier to make the kid question what his parents were telling him, maybe he wouldn’t have ended up in this situation? Don’t you realize you abandoned and ostracized an ENTIRE HOUSE FULL OF KIDS highly susceptible to supremacist ideas, didn’t give a damn, and now you’re surprised when decades of negligence result in those kids choosing the wrong path? Don’t you understand that the alternative to following Voldemort is following you, and the only thing they know about you is that you either ignore them or constantly favor their rivals? Like, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EXPECT?

And then there’s the Severus issue. Some people say Dumbledore was the only one who understood Severus. Yeah, sure, he understood him all right. He understood him well enough to use all his traumas against him, manipulate him, and turn him into a weapon. Some people also say Dumbledore was like a father figure to him. I don’t doubt that Severus might have seen him that way, as a positive paternal figure (finally, after his father and Voldemort) whom he wanted to please because he felt that if Dumbledore validated him, it meant he was becoming a better person and redeeming himself—maybe in a way similar to how he saw Lily as someone through whom to measure the right direction. But this wasn’t reciprocal. Dumbledore didn’t give a damn. Dumbledore saw Severus the same way he saw Harry: as a weapon. He realized Severus was an unstable, scared boy with a massive load of guilt, and being fully aware of the power of guilt from his own experience, he decided to exploit it. He knew Severus was talented, knew he could become even more so, so he locked him in a gilded cage: left him at Hogwarts, which had never been a home to him but a torment, kept him closely monitored, and used his skills whenever he wanted.

Dumbledore is the perfect kind of person to be a general in a war. Honestly, he’s amazing at it. He understands that soldiers are weapons and must be prepared to die for the greater cause. He understands that wars have casualties and that’s okay as long as those casualties help move closer to victory. He understands that sacrifices must be made and that if those sacrifices bring us closer to the goal, that’s fine. He gets that disruptive or dissonant elements that could jeopardize his plans need to be eliminated. He perfectly combines Machiavelli’s style with Sun Tzu’s: make your soldiers see you not as a superior but as a father.

He earns absolute devotion by embodying this fatherly figure that inspires trust, but deep down, his mind is a tangle of plans. His goal is to defeat Voldemort (who, by the way, is also a product of his own negligence, because if he hadn’t been such a crappy teacher, maybe he would’ve noticed the red flags and stopped Riddle earlier, but okay). If defeating Voldemort means a bunch of teenagers have to die, another kid ends up in prison, a child has to sacrifice his life, or the people around him are manipulated, so be it.

I understand this philosophy—it’s very military—but I don’t agree with it because I hate that kind of mentality. I could respect it if it weren’t for the fact that Dumbledore, on top of it all, is so moralistic. The guy who should be the last to pass judgment on others’ decisions, who should keep his damn mouth shut, is constantly moralizing, being condescending, and posing as the champion of morality and the compass of good and evil. Honestly, I would have slapped him in the face, I swear. What a jerk. So many messed-up people, all because he was a narcissistic prick. Screw him.

#dumbledore #albus dumbledore #not anti i'm just annoyed #seriously #fucking old man #severus snape #severus snape defense #pro severus snape #sirius black #today i'm on his team because what a jerk dumbledore was to him #draxo malfoy #slytherins #harry potter #harry potter meta #meta #meta post #harry potter lore #harry potter world #harry potter books

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dramaticallytotal · 5 months ago

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The Rise of Team E-Scope Headcanons: Part Four

Idea Post Part One Last Part

• Paris challenge was one that Noah vehemently hated. Not only because he was made to go through the stupid lasers but also because stupid Justin and sneaky Alejandro kept trying to partner up with him to find their statue pieces and he kept having to remind them it was a team challenge. The attention caused an uptick in Heather's dislike for Noah, but he thought it was because they had been close to beating The Amazons, not because she was jealous of him.

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New format for headcanons for this AU and maybe others! You may have noticed that I have a need or want for things to be organized, and the way the headcanons are now has kind of gotten to me. XD. They're not bad, but they are all over the place, so I think I'm going to do episode by episode headcanons so they are easier to follow! Let me know which format you like better!

Anywho, onward to the rest of the headcanons!

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Walk Like An Egyptian Pt 1 & 2:

• Noah, of course, already knew about the singing part of their contracts and told Izzy and Eva. Chris let him know so he could help convince Eva to stay for the new season. It took a lot of convincing from him and Izzy, but thankfully, Eva agreed to sing.

• Again, Ezekiel has a deal with Chris/ the network to go "feral," so him being thrown out of the plane was planned. As was his stowing-away in the cargo hold till they got to Egypt.

• This season will have reward challenges, elimination challenges, and double elimination challenges since it is a bigger cast and supposed to be the bigger and better season. Chris, of course, chooses when a challenge is a reward, elimination, or double elimination. Sometimes, it's purely strategic views wise, and others he rolls a dice.

• Those who go over the pyramid: Alejandro, Bridgette, Lindsay, Tyler, Courtney, Gwen, Duncan, Katie, Sadie, Trent

• Those who go "under": Noah, Izzy, Owen, Eva, Leshawna, Harold, DJ, Cody, Sierra, Heather, Justin, Ezekiel

• If you think Eva would go over the pyramid, you're absolutely right, but only if she was by herself on the season. She would also go over if it was just Team E-Scope that got on the show. She would carry them the whole way up and down kinda like Alejandro did with Lindsay and Bridgette. But because Owen is there, she knew Noah and Izzy would go through the pyramid, and she didn't want to leave them, so she went with her friends. UwU she a ride or die friend.

• They do get separated, she stuck by mummy Izzy, and they somehow lost Noah and Owen.

• Noah and Owen do run out screaming, and when the others tease him about running away from Zeke, he just dead pans, "You guys know the peanut gallery had to watch the show right? Gwen ended up facing an actual escaped convict in season one. A convict who was a serial killer. I'm not taking my chances."

• Everyone is so nonchalant in how they agree, and a couple even laughed about that incident except Alejandro, who on the inside was terrified by how casual they were about it and even more how they laughed like it was a fond memory. He regrets all his decisions. UwU

• When they're weaving the boats, Heather makes fun of Noah for actually trying because she thinks he regrets getting out so early in season one by not being a team player. Everyone is surprised at his reaction. He laughs.

"Honey, you're not as smart as I thought, which mind you wasn't much, if you didn't figure out that I got myself thrown off."

"WHAT!?" From everyone except Team E-Scope + Owen. Alejandro's was more confused than outraged like the others.

"What do you mean what? Do you really think I was going to stay in that rinky dink run-down camp when we were promised a resort? Yeah, no."

"But...but..."

"I mean, sure, I missed out on the money, but think of it this way. I got to stay in a five-star, fully catered, fully equipped resort for the whole competition, and you got to be humiliated on international television. Looooved your work in 'I Triple Dog Dare You', by the way."

Did Alejandro feel his heart skip a beat at the little smirk Noah had at the end? Not that anyone can prove and not that he could understand the reason why. Perhaps he was just excited to know there was someone at least a little funny on his team.

"And before you start yapping like the chihuahua you are, I was already punished for being thrown off on purpose by the producers. Why do you think I was Chris's assistant?"

"Because you love me?" Chris said out of nowhere.

"Ha."

• That's how everyone found out Noah was made to be Chris's assistant. Which is true! For at least the rest of season one, but he was so efficient that Chris asked him to continue and Noah actually liked the work despite the chaos and agreed.

• Ezekiel is voted out like planned, but Chris is still upset that Duncan quit. It threw off the numbers and the uniform look of the teams!!

• Back on the plane, Justin immediately gets started on flirting with Noah because he finds his anger so entertaining. In this au, Noah and Cody joke about being ex boyfriends like in my other au, so Cody jumps in.

"Flirting with another in front of me? Noah how could you! The wound is still fresh."

"Good to know you're still obsessed with me. It's been like what? Two years since our summer camp romance? I'm flattered."

Justin is irritated that his entertainment was cut short, but the way the two joked with each other was somehow so wholesome it had the whole cast amused. That is until they heard a loud thud and saw Eva on top of Sierra.

• Eva tackled Sierra because the girl had been ready to lunge at Noah. Or well, it looked like it to Eva. The bubbly stalker's face in that moment had honestly scared her, and she worried for her friend.

• After that, the Amazon's awkwardly went to first class for the night while the rest went on about their own business, but they all were thinking about Sierra and her reaction to Noah and Cody play flirting. Noah was disturbed and not that he would admit, but also a little terrified.

• That night, Izzy made Noah sleep between her and Owen just in case Stalkerlicious came out for some odd idea of revenge. Little did they know, but Eva didn't get a lot of sleep because she was watching the door from her spot on the sofa closest to it for that same reason. She wouldn't let anyone hurt her little brother.

• They did get to stay in Egypt for about two days once they landed the plane closer to a city. It was nice. They got to stay in a hotel, and Eva got to hang around her friends without it seeming suspicious or like they were in an alliance.

• It's during this time that Noah and Izzy see how Alejandro's flirting was getting to Harold and saw the way this seemed to please the charming boy. Izzy is the one who guessed Harold and Leshawna were Alejandro's first targets. But over the two days, Harold had been getting on Noah's last nerve with how the dude always tried to correct something Noah said or debate the validity of whatever Noah said. Noah knows he's right each time because he legit can't forget information he takes in, so it just irritated him that Harold thought he knew more than him.

• It's not in an arrogant way, Noah is legit a genius with an eidetic memory. It's not that he thinks he's right. He knows he's right. The way Harold had been confronting him had him feeling overwhelmed and more than a little frustrated.

• Izzy is so ride or die she's prepared to throw Harold off the plane herself once they are told it's time to fly again, but Noah just got this look on his face before he smiled maniacally and Izzy knew he had a plan. Thankfully, he did, and over the days they were flying, Noah and Izzy made sure to talk up the cultural insensitivity of Chris and the show in Egypt. What with the costume and the way he didn't even learn about the culture.

• I do see Chris as Birdie coded from Glass Onion, so he genuinely doesn't see what he's doing as wrong or incorrect.

• Noah and Izzy were hoping Harold would be so annoying that he would get Chris so mad he sabotaged the team by giving them a disadvantage, or he annoyed his team so much they sent him home.

• No one knows they planned this. Not even the viewers because they don't apologize and confess in the confessional like in future eliminations. It looks like it was all Alejandro's fault, which looks great for them as they view his as competition/the enemy.

• They know because, look, Noah can put two and two together and a guy who was going to be on a show called Total Drama: Dirtbags has got to he bad news but also because he's the one who cast him in the show in the first place. He knows what he's capable of. But also because he's attracted to him, and he almost always found the bad guys in movies/shows to be really attractive.

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aziraphales-library · 11 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could recommend some fics where Crowley and/or Aziraphale are detectives. I would prefer if they were rated M or E. Thank you :)

Hey. Here are some M/E detective fics...

All's Fair In Love And Serial Killing by WyvernQuill (M)

Detective Inspector Crowley is 99.999 percent sure that Aziraphale Fell is a serial killer. The trouble is only that the remaining 0.001 percent are deeply in love with the man… --- In which there is A Murder - rather a lot of them, actually - A Marriage Proposal - just the one - and True Love - whose course runs less not-smooth than it takes a sharp left turn, loops a couple times, and doubles back on itself, before crashing straight into a wall. (Don't mind the metaphor. It still ends well. Promise.)

yours in black lace by okapi (E)

Hardboiled, hell-fried private investigator Anthony J. Crowley is just trying to survive a hot, boring August, but a new case and a series of anonymous naughty letters signed only 'yours in black lace' are about to make things interesting. Chapters 1-3 are case fic. Chapter 4 is smut. For the 2020 DW Unconventional Courtship challenge based on a summary of the Mills & Boon novel Yours in Black Lace by Mia Zachary.

Snow Angel by Lurlur (E)

Detective Constable Crowley has been working the "Snow Angel" case for almost a year. It's Christmas Eve and finally, his luck seems to have come in. Arresting Aziraphale Fell, big-time drug dealer, is the easy part. Questioning him is the hard part. It's a police procedural that goes sideways. I'd say it still manages to have a more coherent plot than any episode of Prodigal Son, but that's not saying much.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E)

The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

It's A Hard Life by Krisdaughter_of_Athena (M)

“Crawly” was the best delivery man in the whole city of London, and everyone knew it. Whether it be books and flowers, or narcotics and guns, Crawly was the one for the job. Easy enough for Crawly to slip in and out of tight spaces, and easy enough to keep his real name off the police radar. Detective Constable Aziraphale Pritchard is used to being told he is not very good at his job. He is as surprised as everyone else when he is the officer to catch Crawly, the Devil’s infamous delivery driver, in the act. He is the only officer to figure out Crawly’s real name. But no one else knows that, otherwise they’d also know that the DC tends to get drunk with this particular member of the notorious Demons every other Thursday, and would also know of the fragile Arrangement between the two. Aziraphale knew it couldn’t last. However, what are the two to do when Crowley is given an extra special delivery, one which places the two unlikely allies alongside each other for the long haul? How will they keep the delicate balance of their arrangement from their respective sides? And how will they keep one boy from bringing destruction to the entirety of London?

The Currents by indigo (M)

Post-End-of-the-World-that-Wasn't, a bored demon sets up a Detective Agency and obviously drags his angel counterpart in to help out. They are tasked with preventing a murder before it happens and set off to the Highlands of Scotland - where, of course, nothing works out quite the way they imagine...

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #adult omens #detective au #murder mystery #mod d

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doctor-loki-lannister · 11 months ago

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Indulge

Hozier x Plus Size Reader

Masterlist

rated: E (18+, MDNI)

tags: Plus Size Reader, Jealousy, PIV Sex, Unprotected Sex (wrap it folks), Semi Public, Oral (f-receiving), Riding, Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Reader Jerks him off, Dom/Sub, Andrew and reader are both switches

words: 10k+

You can read it through the link above or under the cut

Indulge

You could feel the thrum of the bass as you moved through the crowd, arms raised above your head trying to keep your drinks from spilling on your way back to your friend.

“Did I ever tell you how much I hate crowds” you yelled once you reached the lanky auburn-haired man you left standing against the wall to go retrieve drink refills. A vodka soda for him, and a whiskey sour light on the sour mix just the way you liked it for you.

“Only every time we’re in a crowd” he chuckled reaching out to take the proffered drink from your hands.

“Why did we do this again” you sighed leaning back against the wall with him deciding there wasn’t enough alcohol in your system to dance just yet.

“Because we’re masochists” he chuckled raising his glass to you “sláinte” he cheered clinking his glass with your

“sláinte” you replied before tipping your drink back and finishing half of it in one go.

“Woah easy there killer” Andrew chuckled swallowing his sip “what’s the rush Sour Patch” he asked bumping his shoulder into yours playfully

“My publicist is on my ass to finish this next book, and I’m stuck on the last chapter” you shrugged before tossing back the rest of your drink. “I just can’t get past this one fucking scene” you groaned. You could already feel the tension easing from your joints as the amber alcohol pumped through your system.

“Ah gotta love deadlines” he replied before taking another sip of his drink, turning he took your now empty glass from your hands offering to get the next one.

You watched him walk into the crowd you’d just come from. Sighing, you pushed your hand through your multicolored short curly locks. The auburn, purple and blue strands flowing like water through your fingers as you tried to focus on the thrumming music flowing through the air around you. Leaning back against the wall you close your eyes centering yourself in the moment, allowing time to pass in front of your closed eyelids.

A few minutes later your jolted back into reality when Andrew nudges your foot with his to get your attention. You open your eyes to see another whiskey sour just the way you liked it, this time he ordered you a double.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you Bear” you hummed before taking a sip from the proffered drink.

“Only every time we get together, your standards are abhorrently low you know that Sour Patch” his face lit up in a cheeky smile, baring his teeth to you.

“you’re a cheeky bollocks you know that” you chuckled shaking your head tossing back your drink again to hide your grin.

“Wuv you” he grinned shimmying his shoulder before playfully bumping into you again.

“Yeah yeah, ya big goof love you too” you chuckled taking another sip from your drink before grabbing his hand and dragging him into the fray “let’s dance” you called behind you, raising your glass into the air allowing the music to flow through you, you began to sway your hips to thrum of the bass.

Andrew wasn’t a dancer, and you knew that, so you learned to accept his awkward stance on the dance floor. His job when you went out together was to keep the drinks flowing and the creeps away. But tonight was different, tonight you were celebrating the completion of Andrews third album. You wanted him to have as good of a time as you were, after all if it weren’t for him, you’d be stuck at home sitting in your office staring at your computer screen willing the last chapters of your book to finish writing themselves.

Tossing back the rest of your drink you excused yourself to the bar to get a replacement for both of you, you were bound and determined to get Andrew to loosen up. Standing at the bar waiting for your drink you turned around to face the crowd. You spotted Andy almost instantly towering over most of the crowd. You watched as a blonde woman started to grind against him Andrew raised his hand in the air trying to back away from her, but she kept following him. You chuckled to yourself knowing that as soon as you had your drink and headed back into the crowd, you were going to crush her dreams.

“Now what is a pretty little lady such as yourself doing at a bar all alone on a Friday night” you heard a rich American southern drawl come from your right.

Rolling your eyes to yourself you turned to your right with a bright smile plastered on your face. “Who said I was alone” you replied saccharine sweetness dripping from your lips.

“Well, you’re standing here all by your lonesome no fella in sight” he replied leaning against the bar top.

“Who said I like men” you replied smiling sweetly at him running a hand through your hair nonchalantly pulling it to one side of your head, you left your hand there to keep it from twitching in your annoyance.

“Oh, you’re a spicy one aren’t you” he grinned not getting the clear hint that you weren’t interested.

“Here ya go lass” that bartender said sliding yours and Andy’s drinks across the bar top into your waiting hands

“Cheers” you replied lifting your drinks from the bar top before turning to wade back into the crowd. You didn’t make it two steps before you felt a hand on your arm, your skin crawling at the contact. Forcing back the urge to turn around and punch whoever felt they had the right to touch you, you plastered a false smile on your face turning to look at the man who was a good four inches shorter than you.

“Can I help you mate” you replied refusing to conceal the annoyance in your voice anymore.

“Listen I’m only here for a couple days on a work trip but I was just wonderin’ if I could get your number so I could maybe I don’t know take you out for dinner sometime while I’m here.” He asked, pulling his hand back raising it in the air as an apology for touching you.

Deciding to not ruin a perfectly good night out by pissing off this random stranger keep your false smile plastered on your face as your eye twitched involuntarily. “Sure, why not” you replied sarcasm dripping from your voice before you rattled off Andrew’s number knowing once you explained to him why some random guy had his number, he’d quickly forgive you.

“Thank sugar, oh and one more thing you’re a fine piece of ass Baby Doll” he drawled moving like he was going to slap your ass.

“I wouldn’t recommend that if I were you Mate” you replied teeth grinding together as you reminded yourself that you need a good night out and to not drop your drinks so you could deck this cocky son of a bitch.

Pulling his arm back to his side swallowing in horror as he did, you smirked “That’s a good boy no go away”

Throwing one final smile over your shoulder you turned and walked away. Making your way back to Andrew who was still trying to politely get the blonde woman to leave him alone.

“Hey babe” you called arm outstretched to hand him his drink. Turning to acknowledge the blonde “can I help you” you asked sickeningly sweet. Resting your free hand on Andrews chest staking your imaginary claim to him. His heartrate picking up at the feel of your hand pressed up against him.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I… I didn’t realize” she stuttered eyes wide as she turned to leave.

Turning to Andrew after she left you smiled up at him “you really need to learn how to tell women you’re not interested Bear” you chuckled stepping out of his personal space, a shiver going down your spine at the physical loss of his touch.

“I know I know” he chuckled before taking a sip from his drink gently swaying back and forth to the music, a big goofy grin plastered to his face as he watched you dance around screaming the lyrics to every song you knew which admittedly was most of them. It had been a long time since he saw you this carefree it was a nice change to the stressed out, emotionally withdrawn woman you had become during lockdown.

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Two drinks and three shots later you had finally gotten Andrew loosened up enough to dance along with you.

Shape of you by Ed Sheeran came on causing you to squeal with unadulterated glee. Reaching your hands towards Andrew flexing your fingers in a grabbing motion until he got the hint and reached out to grab your hands. You pulled him towards you swaying your hips in a low sultry way, you began to scream the lyrics pushing and pulling Andrew away in time with the lyrics. His head was thrown back in glee as you raised your hands above your head sinking down to a crouched position before making your way slowly back up brushing up against his body as you went.

Andrew looked down at you swallowing the sudden urge he had to pull you up into his arms. You had been friends since college, and he’d loved you since you’d let him borrow your favorite black pen with the squishy blue t-rex on top. You’d met in your intro to classic literature class. You’d been inseparable ever since, even when he dropped out and Take Me to Church took off. He took you on tour whenever you could manage the free time. When he came home from the first tour your career had just taken off with your first books sales sky rocketing, you’d been whisked away on your book tour before he got a chance to tell you. Over the years he pushed his feelings to the side, deciding he would rather have you as a best friend than not at all.

“God, I love that song” you grinned yelling over the music. You were standing away from him again you’d dropped his hands as the song flowed into the next.

“I know” he replied a cheeky smile plastered on his face as he watched your hips settle into the beat of the next song.

A few moments later you were dancing with your back to Andrew, hands raised in the air as you swayed to the thrum of the base.

Andrew watched as you ground your ass back against him, he felt his cock stir in his pants, panic washed over him as he tried to keep you from feeling it. Throwing his hands up in the air to keep from grabbing at your hips the way he so desperately wanted to, he started backing up away from you. Except the universe had it out for him because despite the large size of his feet he had zero balancing skills in a good moment and this was decidedly not one of his best, he tripped over his conversed feet falling ass first to the pub floor.

“Fuck” you heard Andrew cry before you felt someone fall into you.

“Oh fuck are you alright Bear” you yelled over the thrum, as you turned around to face Andrew only to find him kneeling on the ground below you his head bent down his hair hiding him from your view. You reached down brushing your knuckles across his cheek before cupping his jaw in your hand, you forced him to look up at you.

Upon lifting his head his hair fell gracefully across his face caressing his cheekbones, he refused to open his eyes to look at you. He was too embarrassed at having fallen while dancing. “Look at me pretty boy” you murmured the alcohol coursing through your system loosening your tongue.

Upon your command his eyes fluttered open, his mouth fell open in a gasp. “I’m…… I’m alright” he stuttered out his gaze locking on yours.

“Are you sure Baby” you cooed brushing his hair off his face gently.

“I’m sure just hurt my pride is all” he chuckled nervously his eye fluttering up to look at you.

“Stand up for me Pretty Boy” you commanded biting your lip as you held his gaze, using your hold on his chin to guide him to a standing position once again. Your free hand grabbed at the collar of his t-shirt using it as leverage to pull him into you. You kissed him like your life depended on it. He placed his hands on your waist pulling your hips flush against him, forcing a whimper from you.

“God I’ve wanted to do that since Trinity” you murmured pulling away from the kiss long enough to catch your breath before leaning back in for more.

“what” he mumbled shocked, suddenly all he could hear was a high-pitched ringing in his ears. The world around him slowed his fight or flight response kicking in he turned from you and ran out of the pub.

“Andrew wait” you called after him taking off through the crowd your long legs working in your favor to just about keep pace with him.

Bursting through the main doors Andrew made a right dashing into the alleyway adjacent to the pub you were coming out of. Fearing the worst, you slowed your pace to follow him into the alleyway. “Andy” you gently called finding him crouched on the ground his head between his legs shaking.

“I… I… I just need a moment Niamh” he stuttered in reply his voice muffled by his legs.

“We can just forget it happened, blame it on the drink, I’ve been hiding this for over fifteen years I can keep doing it if that’s what you want or……or need Andy” You replied crouching down to his level

“I don’t want to forget” he mumbled barely audible

“Bear I can’t understand you with your head between your legs” you sighed standing back up before you lost your balance.

“I said I don’t want to forget Niamh” Andrew said lifting his head to look directly at you “I never want to forget the feel of your lips on my lips, the feeling of home I get each time you are near, and I especially don’t want to forget the feel of your body pressed against mine” he was on his knees now having lost his balance in his haste to look up at you “I’ve love you since you lent me your favorite dinosaur pen in Professor Higgins’ class freshman year of college, I was just too much of a coward to tell you”

“Oh Andy” you murmured looking down at him your hand reaching out to rest against his jaw. “Do I make you nervous Pretty Boy” you murmured brushing your thumb against his bottom lip.

“I get so nervous when your near” he whimpered nodding his head against the palm of your hand. “I’ve had so many fantasies about how this moment would play out, but I never imagined that it would happen because we got drunk, and I fell trying to dance with you” he chuckled nuzzling his face into the palm of your hand.

“Show me one of your fantasies of us like the good little boy I know you are” you command moving your hand from his cheek to his hair pulling just enough to tilt his head back further to look at you.

“Yes Goddess” he mumbled moving his hand to the hem of your dress were it rested against the middle of your thigh. It was a black silk dress with a cowl neckline, the back consisted of a mesh butterfly that’s wings connected to thin spaghetti straps the only thing holding it in place.

“Good Boy” you praised, eliciting a moan from Andrews parted lips.

Placing a tentative kiss on the inside of each knee against the fabric of your fishnet thigh highs, Andrew gently pushed at your waist effectively backing you up into the brick wall behind you. “Can I taste you Goddess” he murmured before sucking a mark into your bare thigh “Please let me taste you” he begged moving to press more kisses into your other thigh around the leather strap of your garters.

“If you promise to be a good boy and make me cum” you replied your voice dropping a few octaves in lust.

In reply Andrew hooked his fingers around the bands of your string bikini underwear pulling them down your legs over your garters and fishnets before shoving them in his pocket with a growl “these are mine now”

“Gods Andrew” you moaned at the possessive tone of his voice.

Lifting your legs one after the other to rest on his shoulders, he licked a strip around the edge of your stockings nipping at the straps of your black leather garters. Dipping his tongue into the metal ring that attached the garter to the garter strap the taste of metal flooded his mouth mixing with the salty taste of your sweat-soaked skin. One hand bunching the lower half of your dress up revealing your bare cunt to him.

“Gods Baby you’ve such a pretty little cunt” He groaned at the site of you. Andrew nuzzled his nose against your bare cunt, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“Gods Andy” you cried your back arching off the stone wall behind you.

Your cries spurred him on darting his tongue out to tentatively lick a strip up your pussy before sucking your clit into his mouth. Letting go of your dress Andrew moved his hand to press his middle finger into your opening. Pressing his finger all the way up to his knuckle. Andrew continued to alternate between pressing his nose into your clit and pressing the flat of his tongue against you as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

Your grip on his hair tightened when he decided to add another finger curling them against your g spot. “oh” you moaned you back arching off the brick wall behind you “your doing so well for me baby” you groaned looking down at the man between your thighs.

“Am I being a good boy Goddess, please tell me I’m being a good boy” he whimpered his mossing green eyes locking with your as he pulled away from you long enough to beg before diving back nose first into your sopping cunt.

“Gods you’re being such a good boy for me Andy” you moaned your eyes fluttering close as you felt the familiar coil of release building in your gut. Your hips rutting against his face unconsciously.

Groaning into your cunt, Andrews hips flexed up involuntarily hoping for any friction he could get against his hardened cock. The pain mixing with the pleasure, his free hand reaching down to press into his cock so he could grind against himself. The taste and smell of you filling his senses.

“Ah, ah, ah” you tsked at him “did I say you could touch yourself Pretty Boy” you cooed dropping your right leg from his shoulder so you could pull his head back allowing his fingers to continue their ministrations but depriving him of what he wanted most the taste of you.

“I’m sorry Goddess” he mewled moving his hand away from his stiff cock. “I… I promise I’ll be good just please let me taste you again” he whimpered his pupils blown with lust.

“You don’t get to touch what belongs to me and the pretty little cock is mine” you growl taking his jaw into your hand forcing him to look at you. “You can touch what is mine when I tell you too, do you understand Pretty Boy” he you ask tilting your head to the side as your stared down into his eyes.

Nodding his head eagerly Andrew whimpered tugging his head against the grip you had on his hair desperate to taste you once more.

“Use your words like a good boy” you commanded tightening your grip on his hair as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you his thumb subconsciously moving to apply pressure to your clit.

“Yes, Goddess I understand” he mewled “Please let me taste you again” he begged his free hand gripping at your hip in an effort to keep it off himself.

Loosening your grip on his hair you allowed him to move back over your cunt. “Thank you, Goddess,” her mumble into your warm wet heat. He rubbed his nose against your clit again as he moved his tongue to lap at your slit, feasting on you like a man starved. His free hand traveled from your hip up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your dress, finding your nipple he pinched it rolling it between his fingers tugging he drew another moan from your lips.

“Just like that baby you’re doing so well for me I’m so close” you groaned out rutting your hips against his face. Your clit rubbing against his nose causing a delicious ripple of pleasure to course through your body.

“gah baby right there” you gasped as he crooked his finger against you once more “Gods I’m gonna cum” you cry feeling your climax flood over you.

Groaning into you Andrew lapped up everything you had to give. His hips involuntarily jutting up, as he felt his release crash into him. Spilling into his jeans Andrew continued to pump his fingers in and out of you allowing you to ride out your orgasm. “too much baby” you groaned as you pushed him away from your overtly sensitive cunt.

Relaxing back against the wall trying to catch your breath, you moved your left leg from his shoulder, planting both feet firmly on the ground; you looked down at him. Watching as he removed his digits from your sopping cunt before he stuck them into his mouth to clean them, he groaned at the salty musk that flooded his tongue once more.

Noticing the wet patch on his jeans you tsked at him “did you make a mess pretty boy” you cooed resting your hand on his cheeks once more. Brushing your thumb across his high cheek bone you brought his gaze up to look at you.

“I… I think so” he chuckled looking down at his crotch he reached down to adjust himself.

“Alright big boy let’s get you home and clean you up” you murmured dragging him to his feet once more, you walked him out to the road making sure to stay in front of his lanky frame to hide the wet patch on the front of his jeans.

Flagging down a cab you ushered Andrew in first following right after him. Giving the cabbie the address to your Airbnb before settling back into your seat.

Laying your head on his shoulders a dopey grin spread across your cheeks. Humming in contentment you nuzzled your head into his shoulder soaking in the warmth of him.

“You comfy there Sour Patch” he chuckled reaching his hand out and placing it on your bare thigh, fingers moving in nondescript patterns against your skin occasionally bumping against the leather straps of your garter.

“mhm” you hummed placing a gentle kiss against his shoulder.

“don’t get too comfy Love we’ve only got a few more minutes till we’re back at the Airbnb” he chuckled placing a kiss on your forehead resting his lips against your warm skin breathing in the scent of your floral shampoo. You smelled like home, and he never wanted to forget this moment.

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A few minutes later the cab pulled up to the curb of an old red brick cottage with a sage green front door and matching gutters, two white trimmed windows flanking the door.

Hauling yourself out of the cab, you turned to find Andrew already out of the cab and bent to over, paying the driver.

“You know for an uncoordinated gangly man you sure did get out of that cab fast” you snickered hands on your hips

“Well, when you’re as desperate as I am to get out of the clothes your wearing because the most gorgeous woman on this planet made you cum in your pants just from the taste of her pussy, you’d also find a way to get out of the back of a cab as fast as possible” he chuckled low and sultry into your ear, he wrapped his arms around your to grope at your ass.

“Oh, the most gorgeous you say” you mock reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Gorgeous is an understatement really” he murmurs pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. “But it’s the best my inebriated mind could do” he chuckled pecking your lips three more times “Come on let’s get inside” he stepped back to guide you towards the front door.

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The door had barely latched shut before he was on you again, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. You’d worry about those later when the delicious pressure of his tongue battling yours for dominance was gone.

“We should move this to the shower Love” he groaned in between kisses “my pants are stiff and not in the fun way” he chuckled. Taking your ass in his hands he nuzzled his nose against the pulse point on your throat.

Getting the hint you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. “Glad to know all that heavy lifting of musical equipment is paying off” you giggled burring your face in his neck breathing in his woodsy scent.

“I’ll have you know that just because I’m built like a string bean does not mean I can’t lift your gorgeous ass” He chuckled groaning as you took his earlobe between your teeth tugging gently before suck at the soft skin behind it.

Failing to resist the urge you started placing open mouthed kisses on any bare section of skin you could reach distracting him enough that he ran into several walls. “distracted” you taunted nipping at his jawline before kissing the mark soothing it.

“God yes” he groaned in response. His grip on your ass tightening as he backed up into the bedroom door. Moving into the room he bumped into the light switch with his elbow before he moved towards the ensuite. Nudging the light switch with his elbow once more he gently sat you down on the countertop, your thighs spreading as the made contact with the countertop.

Keeping your legs wrapped around him you started tugging at the bottom of his T-shirt pulling it from the waist of his blue jeans.

“Off” you growled frustrated you couldn’t pull it off fast enough.

“Easy there killer” he chuckled stepping back from the confines of your legs still wrapped tightly around him to pull his forest green t-shirt over his head.

Hooking your fingers in his belt loops you tugged him back to you “C’mere” you groaned slamming your lips into his pressing your tongue against his lips seeking entrance as your plush thighs encompassed his waist once more.

Parting his lips, his tongue battled with yours for dominance once more. Your hands moved to scratch your nails down his chest, stopping to tweak his nipples pulling a groan from deep in his throat. Pulling away from his lips you trailed kisses down his throat alternating between kissing and biting his alabaster skin. Making your way to his collarbones you dip your tongue into the valley found there before biting at the protruding bone.

“God Niamh” he groaned his hands trailing up under the silk hem of your dress, his head throne back in pleasure as he gripped your thighs.

Continuing your path down his chest you took his nipple into your mouth swirling your tongue around it before gently nipping at it. Pulling a groan from deep in his chest. “Just like that darlin” he moaned head thrown back one of his hands moving from under your dress to grip the hair at the base of your neck. Your lips moved to the side of his chest nipping gently at the slight swell of his chest before soothing the mark with your tongue.

Your hands made their way to his soft stomach gently scratching below his navel drawing a purr from deep in his chest. “Have I ever told you how much I love your little tummy” you hum pulling away to focus on undoing his belt desperate to get his pants off.

“Oh” he chuckled hands moving back to your hips underneath your dress slowly pushing it furth up your body.

“Yeah, it’s so cute I just wanna bite it” you replied pulling his belt free from the loops. Throwing the belt through the doorway you start undoing his light wash blue jeans.

At that he let out a deep belly laugh, his head falling forward into your chest trying to hide his face. You felt his body jolt with each chuckle, his hand moving to rest softly against your waist. His thumbs pressing into your skin as he rubbed soothing circles against your plush hips trying to catch his breath.

“Hey, I’m just speaking my truth Bear” you chuckled running your hand through his hair placing a soft gentle kiss against his temple.

Finally catching his breath, he started placing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder working his way up your neck to your jaw, nipping gently at your flesh as he went. Finally, he pressed his soft lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Groaning, he deepened the kiss pressing his tongue into your mouth, the sound of teeth clashing against teeth filled your ears. Suddenly his hands where pushing your dress up once more. “off” he growled against your mouth.

You lift your hands from his hair long enough for him to slip your dress over your head. You clashed back together like magnets drawn to each other.

“we” kiss “really” kiss “should” kiss “get” kiss “in” kiss “the” kiss “shower” you mumbled your hands going back to working on getting his jeans off.

“mhm” he groaned his hand trailing down your leg picking your foot up to rest on his thigh so he could untie your black leather converse boots. Once he had your boots off, he moved his hands up to work on taking your garters and thigh high fishnet stockings off. Gently unstrapping each leather garter, he pulled them off your thighs leaving kisses on each thigh were the metal of the garter left marks. He moved on to your black fishnets slowly rolling each one down your leg placing gentle kisses along the path his hands traveled. Once he had you bare to him, he looked up at you from his position kneeling before you on the dark green tile of the bathroom floor, he kissed each knee before standing once more.

Stepping back, he bent down to remove his white converse high tops before pushing his jeans down his legs before stepping out of them. Standing in only his navy boxer briefs, Andrew moved towards the shower turning it on, he checked the temperature making sure it was just right before turning back to you.

“For the holy sake of fuck, you’re gorgeous” he groaned taking you in for the first time fully naked. Unable to stop himself, his hands splayed across your ribs traveling over the ridges and bumps that made up your plush frame to cup your breasts in his large hands squeezing slightly watching as the flesh flooded between his fingers. He leaned forward to bite at the flesh not in his hand before placing an open-mouthed kiss against the angry flesh, drawing a deep guttural moan from your parted lips.

“As much as I’m enjoying this Bear, I need to at least rinse myself off before I can even think about falling asleep” you chuckled gently tugging his head away from your chest.

Groaning his displeasure Andrew stepped back so he could step out of his stiff and ruined boxers, his hard cock springing free from its confines slapping against his lower abdomen.

“oh” you murmured biting your lip taking him in. He was large but not uncomfortably so, the head of his cock an angry red and leaking precum from the tip, it curved slightly to the left. You drooled just looking at it, God you wanted to taste it.

Blushing Andrew moved to cover himself suddenly shy “is that a good oh” he mumbled bashfully

“God yes, please don’t cover yourself up baby I wanna see you” you cooed reaching your hands out to him urging him back into your embrace. You felt his cock twitch against your stomach as he came to rest in your arms once more. “Now let’s get cleaned up baby” you murmured placing a delicate kiss against his cheek before leaning in to kiss his lips once more.

“I can think of better things to do with our time in the shower” he rumbled nipping playfully at your jaw as he hoisted you into his arms again.

“Oh yeah” you hummed preening at his touch. “Why don’t you show me Handsome” you purred

“Hmm you’d like that wouldn’t you” he chuckled against the skin of your jaw as he stepped into the shower with you still secure in his arms.

It was a small standing room only shower causing you to be pressed up against each other as the warm water cascaded over you. Ever so gently he sat you on your feet, moving to place you under the stream to wash away the stickiness of the night.

Humming, you tipped your head back feeling the warm water rush over you. The feeling of Andrew’s large hands gripping your hips keeping your lower half flush to his body, his still hard cock pressed against your stomachs. Your arms slung around his neck as you continued to bask in the flow of water over your face.

“Gods your gorgeous” he murmurs mesmerized by your naked form standing in front of him water caressing every bare inch of your skin, he’d never been more jealous of water in his life. He watched a droplet rush down the slope of your flushed cheeks, pooling at the corner of your lips before cresting over the plush pink pillow and rushing down the elegant slope of your neck. His eyes followed as it caressed the swell of your ample breasts, leaving a trail in its wake to the rosy peak of your hardened nipple. Unable to hold himself back any longer he surged forward taking your nipple into his mouth he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud before gently nipping at it with his teeth pulling a moan from your startled lips. Smirking to himself at the knowledge of what he was doing to you he moved to your other nipple giving it the same amount of attention as the first.

“Andy” you moaned carding your fingers into his hair you tugged at the strands. “C’mere Baby” you moaned glancing down at him water dripping from your face onto his, he pulled away from your breast tugging your sensitive bud with his teeth as he went.

“Hey” he murmured standing back to his full height his head bent just enough to look you directly in the eyes.

“Hey” you chuckled lightly placing a chaste kiss against his lips.

“Have I ever told you how utterly gorgeous you are” he muttered hands caressing the skin of your bare back, dipping into every curve your plush form had to offer him, allowing his fingers to trail up your sides committing the feel of your soft plump form as it gave way to his touch to memory, he was intoxicated at the feel of you.

“I think you might need to get your prescription check there Bear” you chuckled self deprecatingly.

“I was just at the eye doctor the other day my prescription hasn’t changed smart ass” he murmured taking your face in his large, calloused hands, he placed a kiss on your forehead before trailing down to your cheeks, then your chin, then finally he placed a feather light kiss on the tip on your nose before brushing his own against it. He rested his forehead against yours “please never doubt how gorgeous you are to me Niamh, I love every inch of you, every little flaw you’re so convinced you have is near and dear to my cynical old heart so please never doubt how much beauty I see every time my eyes are graced with your glorious form” he lamented placing a gentle but passionate kiss against your lips.

“Andrew” you whined bashfully trying to hide your face from his mossy green gaze.

“Look at me pretty girl” he demanded his right hand moving to grip your jaw forcing you to look up at him. “I want you to say it, and you better mean it pretty girl” he half growled wrapping his left arm around your waist tugging your flush against him so you couldn’t hide from his gaze.

“I… I’m gorgeous” you muttered looking past him

“Ah ah, like you mean it Darlin’” he tsked pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger

“I’m gorgeous” you stated your warm hazel eyes locked on to his seafoam green ones.

“that’s a good girl” he murmured releasing your chin with a satisfied hum. His hands traveled down your back landing on the globe of your ass gripping at the soft flesh he found there.

Your preened at the praise pulling your bottom lip into your mouth you bit down stifling a moan.

“Ah ah ah” he tsked bring his hand up to pull your bottom lip from in between your teeth “I want to hear the pretty noises you make while I pleasure you” he admonished before trailing his right hand up your left thigh brushing against the skull zippo lighter tattoo you had there. He traced the outline of the lighter trailing up to the smoke floating from the wick of the lighter, it was intertwined with yours and Andrew’s birth flower daffodils and honeybees, both beautiful yet resilient creations.

You’d gotten it in college as a reminder on your resilience in life, it had partially inspired Andrews song from his debut EP, Arsonist’s Lullaby, but he’d never told you that. If he was being completely honest with himself, you have and still do inspire a lot of his songs simply by existing.

“You should get more of these you know” he muttered against your jaw nipping his way to your shoulder.

“Oh yeah” you gasped in question your head thrown back baring your throat to him.

“Gods yes” he groaned into your collarbone as his other hand moved to caress the flaming sword on your right thigh the phrase “I am no lady” displayed on the hilt.

“I’ll get more when you do Andy” you chuckled carding your hand into his hair holding him close to you.

“Consider it done” he mumbled into your breasts trailing kisses down to your plush stomach nipping at the plump flesh as he went. Pausing briefly at your stomach he laid gentle kisses along the slopes of your skin, he alternated to trailing his tongue along the sharp yet gentle ridges that made their home in your skin. “Gods, I love your body” he groaned into your flesh nuzzling his nose in the dip of your belly button taking a moment just to bask in your form. In your presence he felt as though he was a mere peasant bathing in the light of a divine Goddess in her truest form.

You placed your hands on the sides of his face trying to pull his attention away from your stomach and the stretch marks that painted your skin with their beauty.

“Ah ah pretty girl, let me bask in you” he chuckled nipping at your stomach before pressing soothing kisses into the irritated flesh.

“Andy” you whined trying to cover yourself once more.

“I said stop covering yourself pretty girl” Andrew commanded prying your hands from your stomach guiding them to his head, allowing you to card your fingers in his hair. “Now be my good girl and let me worship you” he ground out pressing feather light kisses against your flesh.

He nuzzled his face into your soft flesh breathing in the gentle flowery sweet scent of your skin. Making his way to your thighs he nipped at the flesh he found there. Licking a stripe from your knee to the apex of your thighs he nuzzled his nose into the fleshy mound found there, breathing in your musky sweet scent. Groaning into your flesh he placed a kiss there before licking a strip from your mound to your hipbone nipping at the plump flesh he found there.

“Andy” you whined carding your fingers into his hair trying to force him back to where you needed him most.

“Patience Pretty Girl” Andrew tsked moving to do the same thing to your neglected hip bone, before kissing his way down your leg his hands brushing along your side caressing your tattoos in reverence.

“Andy please I need you” you begged tugging at his hair.

“Patience Dove” he murmured biting at the plump flesh of your thigh.

The water still cascaded down your body flooding Andrews face as he finally dove nose first where you needed him most. He couldn’t care less all he cared about was tasting you again. He pressed his nose into your tight bundle of nerves before flattening his tongue against your slit.

“Gods Andrew” you moaned your head flying back as the sensations flooded you.

Reaching down you carded your fingers in his wet curls you tugged trying to pull him closer to you. He grunted into you the vibration sending a shock up your spine. One of his hands made its way up your legs stopping to caress each mark of ink he found as he traveled up your leg. His hand reaching its destination, he pressed his middle and ring fingers against your opening, he pulled back far enough for you to see a line a spit fall from his lips to your already drenched cunt. “God you’re so wet for me Princess” he groaned as he unashamedly watched his fingers sink into your cunt “taste so fucking good too” he mewled.

“Ah” you gasped feeling his fingers hook up and press against a sensitive spot that you didn’t even know existed.

“You take me so well baby, this pussy was made just for me” he groaned continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you at a gradual pace.

“Gods right there Angel” you whined your hips bucking of their own volition

Pressing his thumb into your clit he smirked watching as your head bucked backwards at the sensation “that’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for me”

“Oh, fuck Andrew” you panted writhing as he slipped your other leg onto his shoulder keeping you from hitting the ground as your climax grew closer.

“Come on Darlin’” he groaned hooking his fingers inside of you with each stroke while his thumb moved to spell his name against your swollen clit. “Show me who this pussy belongs too and cum on my fingers like my good girl” he instructs nipping at your thigh as you clench around him.

“FUCK” you cry your hips bucking into him once more before your cum dripped down his fingers as your climax crashed over you.

“that’s it baby” he cooed placing gentle kisses against your skin continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Whining at the oversensitivity you tried to push him away “Andy it’s too much” you whined even as your hips continued to grind against him.

“You can give me one more baby” He purred breathing in the sweet musky scent of your cum letting it flood his senses, drowning in the squelching wet sounds of his fingers sinking into you over and over and over again.

“No, I can’t baby I can’t” you whined tears rolling down your cheeks as the overstimulation slowly morphed from pain to pleasure, your third climax of the night beginning to build deep in your gut.

“Yes, you can Mo Chroί” he cooed before nudging his nose against your clit again. “Just give me one more then we’re done for the night, and you can rest” he murmured before pressing his tongue against you, groaning as the taste of you filled his mouth once again. He was drunk on the sounds of your whimpers and moans as they flooded his ears to mix with wet sounds coming from his mouth.

Groaning he wrapped his lips around your swollen clit sucking it into his mouth, he gently scraped his teeth against it, pulling a shiver from you. “Gah Andrew I…I’m gonna cum” you gasped your orgasm creeping up on you faster than it ever has before.

“Cum for me Niamh, cum on my tongue, paint my face with your pretty pink pussy” he groaned into your cunt, feeling your walls clench around his fingers once more.

Within seconds you were seeing stars, your vision blurring around the edges. “FUCKING GODS ANDREW” you cried bucking into him once more as you squirted around his fingers. Your cum dripping down the side of his face as you came.

He drank up every drop, desperate for anything you had to give. Slowly bringing you down from your high he pulled away from you, licking his lips not wanting to waste a drop.

Looking down at him with half lidded eyes you watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth cleaning every trace of you from his long slender digits. His muddy green latching on to your foggy grey. He pulled his fingers from his mouth with a pop before gently moving your legs from his shoulders making sure to keep you upright.

“You did so good for me pretty girl” he cooed standing to his full height bracing you against the wall with his hands on your waist, your legs where too shaky to keep you up right on your own. “So fookin’ good for me darlin’ so fookin’ good” he groaned nuzzling into your neck he pressed his lips against your pulse point feeling your heart rate slow back down to normal. He turns around to shut off the water, deciding you won’t be finishing your shower tonight. He places his hands under your ass hauling you up into his arms he stepped out of the shower and placed you on the countertop once more before moving to grab a towel and begin the process of drying both of you.

Finally catching your breath, you skimmed your hand down his sides stopping long enough to scratch your freshly manicured nails across his lower stomach, pulling a purr from deep in Andrews chest. “Oh, you like that don’t you handsome” you murmured against his ear nipping gently at the lobe.

“Gods yes” he pants his head falling forward to rest in the crook of your neck, his cock twitching against your parted thighs.

Eventually you move on to glide your nails up and down the tops of his thighs pulling a needy whimper from deep in his throat. “Please Niamh” he whimpers against your collarbone dropping the towel he was using to the ground, he braced himself against the countertop effectively pinning you against the counter in the cage of his long arms.

“Please what baby” you asked brushing your lips against his ear your tongue darting out to lick it before taking it between your teeth and tugging gently.

“Please touch me baby” he whimpers his hands moving to grip your hips tugging you against him unconsciously rutting his cock into you.

“Only because you asked so nicely” you cooed wrapping your hand around the base of his angry red cock, pulling a gasp from him as his head flew back in rapture. You smirked your head tilting back and to the side to get a better look at him.

“Gods Niamh” he groans his hips bucking against you hand involuntarily.

“So eager for me baby” you cooed experimentally tugging at his cock, you swirled your thumb across the head allowing his precum to coat your hand.

Hissing his hips bucked into your hand again as he bit down on your shoulder trying to muffle the sounds coming from his mouth.

“Ah ah ah baby I wanna hear the pretty noises you make for me” you cooed into his ear your free hand coming up to grip the hair at the back of his head pulling his head back away from your shoulder forcing his neck back. “Now I want you to use me to get yourself off baby, do you think you can do that for me” you asked tilting your head to the side.

Gasping his jaw slackened “fuck……yes” he groaned slamming his hips forward into the palm of your hand. He pulled back with a shutter before thrusting into you again. As he found his rhythm you released your hold on his hair.

“that’s it baby, your doing so well for me” you cooed as his hands found their way to your hips using you as leverage to keep up his fast and punishing pace.

“Fuck Niamh” he groans rolling his hips into your hand,

Reaching down with your free hand you cup his balls giving them an experimental tug. You stretched your middle finger to press into the soft spot directly behind his balls pulling a surprised groan from Andrew. “Oh, you like that don’t you baby” you whispered into his ear before sucking a mark into the sensitive spot directly behind it.

“s’good so fookin’ good” he growled his hips faltering in their pace as he grew closer and closer to his climax.

“What about this” you asked bringing your hand up to his mouth “open up baby” you requested before pushing two fingers inside letting him coat them in his spit before you brought them back down to his ass pressing against his opening there. “Can I baby” you asked leaving your fingers to rest against him.

“Gah ha……Yes” he gasped continuing to buck into you as he felt his climax build in the base of his stomach.

Placing a gentle kiss against his jaw line you pressed your finger into him as he groaned in shock. “Relax baby” you cooed allowing him a moment to adjust to the sensation before pressing down against his g-spot.

“Fook Niamh, I……I’m gonna cum” he whimpered thrusting into you.

“Do it baby, cum for me like my good little boy, paint me in your seed, claim me as yours” you murmured against his ear as he thrusted once twice more before his cum shot from his aching cock, covering your stomach in his milky white seed.

“Fuck baby” you moaned removing your hand from his softening cock you brought it to your stomach collecting some of his cum and bring it to your lips. Making eye contact with Andrew you stuck your cum covered fingers in your mouth moaning at the salty musk that coated your tongue.

“Fook baby” he groaned his hips bucking one last time at the sight of you covered in him, tasting him. He collapsed into you panting into your sweat-soaked skin as he felt his heart rate slow down to its normal pace.

“You did so good for me baby so good” you cooed rubbing your hand up and down his back.

You stayed like that for a few minutes before he moved to wet a washcloth to clean his spend from your stomach. After disposing of the ruined washcloth Andrew made his way back over to you wrapping your arms and legs around him once more you allowed him to pick you up and carry you to bed. Your head resting lazily against his shoulder as you fought off your exhaustion.

Placing you gently down on the mattress he pulled your feet up onto the bed before pulling the comforter up over your shoulders. He turned moving to turn off the room light “Bear” you whined arms reaching out for him as he walked away.

“Hold on baby I’m just gonna go grab some water for us” he replied before moving back over to you and placing a gentle kiss against your outstretched palm, before turning and making his out of the room.

A few minutes later he returned with a glass of water, upon noticing you fighting off sleep he placed it on your nightstand before crawling into bed with you. “Mhm Bear” you mumbled rolling onto your side curling into him.

“c’mere” he murmured hooking his arm between your legs his palm flattening on your back before he hauled you to rest on top of him. Your head nestled into the crook of his neck, he pressed a kiss against your forehead “I love you, A Chuisle Mo Chroί Sour Patch” he murmured his nose pressed into your hair line as he breathed in the sweet flowery scent of you.

“A Chuisle Mo Chroί, Bear” you mumbled back pressing a kiss against his pulse point. You allowed his warmth and gentle heartbeat to lull you into a deep sleep.

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You were awakened by a warm ray of sun peaking in through the dark green blinds you groaned softly. Burrowing your face into Andrew’s neck once more you shifted trying to get comfortable again. Your hips stiff from laying on top of Andrew all night. You groaned as you sat up trying to loosen your joints up.

Stilling as you felt something long and hard poke you in the ass, shifting your hips experimentally you felt him twitch underneath you.

“Niamh” he groaned in his sleep, his fingers absentmindedly gripping your hips hard. “Fuck me already” he groaned still deep in confines of sleep.

“If you say so Baby” you smirk pushing up on your knees before reaching down between you two to line his already hard cock up with your entrance you sank down on him. Groaning at the sensation of him filling you to the brim, you gave yourself a moment to adjust before experimentally rolling your hips watching as Andrew’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Shock crossing his features before a groan passed his lips when you pulled far enough off his cock to leave just the tip of him in your entrance before slamming back down on him.

“Gods Niamh” Andrew groaned his eyes flying open as he woke up fully. Bracing his feet, so his legs were spread behind you giving him leverage to buck his hip up into yours on instinct, pulling a strangled moan from your lips.

“Fuck Andrew you feel so good” you moan meeting him thrust for thrust. Reaching back to brace yourself against his strong muscular thighs.

Throwing your head back drunk on the feel of his hard cock filling you, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror above the headboard you moaned as you saw one of his hands inch up your body to palm your breast. You watched as your hips rolled over him slamming into his, his fingers pinching and rolling you nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck baby” you groan.

Catching on to the fact that your eyes latched onto something above him. Andrew forced his eyes away from the gorgeous view of your writhing form in his lap to look above him catching sight of the mirror he smirked “Oh” he gasped filing this kink away for future use. He removed his hand from your breast, bring it up to your lips he pressed his thumb against your lower lip “Open up baby” he demanded.

Moaning you obeyed him sucking his thumb into your mouth you watch as it sunk past your teeth and your tongue stuck out to wrap around it. “Good Girl” he praised pulling his thumb away from you with a pop, bringing it down to press against your clit.

When suddenly his phone rang “who the fook is calling at eight in the morning on a fooking Saturday” he groaned his hand leaving your hip to reach out and grab his phone. Not bothering to check the caller ID he angrily answers the call “who the fook is this” growl not stilling his movement on your clit as you continued to grind against him biting your lip to keep silent.

“It’s Tim from the bar last night” he replied confusion lacing his voice “Who’s this?” he grunts “I was calling for a Niamh she gave me this number last night while we were getting drinks” slowly he got frustrated.

“Oh, Tim from the pub yeah she told me all about you.” Andrew growled “this is Andrew her boyfriend, but I have Niamh right here she wants to say hi” he smirks pulling the phone from his ear he turned the speaker on before pointing it at you.

He pinched your clit pulling a gasp from your already parted lips “Fuck baby that feels so good” you moaned continuing to rut against him climbing towards your peak.

“that’s my good girl” Andrew praised before bringing the phone back to his ear “Now I suggest you lose this number and maybe stop being a creep to women in pubs especially when they clearly want nothing to do with you” Andrew growled “If you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to” he grinds out before hanging up and throwing his phone on the nightstand.

“Fuck baby that was hot” you whine rolling your hips against him, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room as you chased your highs together.

“Gods Darlin’ you feel so good” he groans feeling your walls clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum baby” you whine your hips faltering more and more the closer you got to your climax “Fuck” you cried.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock” he growls pinching your clit once more sending you over the edge.

“Fuck Baby” he groaned continuing to rut into you chasing his own high now.

Reaching down you tweaked his nipples as you continued to roll your hips into him your second orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuck Darlin” he groaned back arching off the bed “I’m gonna cum, tell me where you want me Goddess” he growled pressing into your clit once more.

“Gods cum inside me Andy, I want you to fill me up” you moaned feeling his hips falters at your words. Smirking you lean down to his ear “Fuck a baby into me Andrew” you groaned biting at his ear.

“Fuck Niamh” he cried bucking up into you sending you both over the edge his warm seed shooting into you mixing you’re your release before flooding down around his cock. You followed him over the edge white hot stars flooding your vision as you squirted around him.

Collapsing on top of him you felt his cock soften inside of you. Liking the sense of completeness it gave you, you decided to stay put as you came down from your high. “Good morning” you sighed tiredly into his ear.

“Good Fucking morning indeed” he chuckled his hands squeezing your ass as he placed a kiss against your cheek.

A few minutes later once both of you had calmed down Andrew suddenly started chuckling.

“what’s so funny Bear” you giggled propping your chin on his chest looking up at him.

“I can’t fucking believe we just did that” he chuckled craning his neck to look at you before bringing it back down to the rest on his pillow.

“To be fair that phone call was pretty hot, I’ve never found a jealous man attractive but for all things holy and unholy that was fucking hot” you chuckled.

Sitting up you moved to lie down beside him, both of you groaning at the feel of him slipping from your warm wet walls.

“Well, I was never really the jealous type until you Sour Patch” he murmured turning to face you as he brought your leg up to wrap around his hip wanting to stay as close to you as possible.

“Mmm, I like that your protective of me” you mutter burrowing your head into his chest.

“Good because I don’t think I can turn that off” he murmured kissing your temple.

“I love you; you know that right” you say out a few minutes later. “I’m not always the best with words when it comes to this type of stuff, but I do love you Bear, I have since you accidental tripped into Professors Higgin’s class that first day of college”

“I know Darlin’, I love you too, A Chuisle Mo Chroί” he replied cupping your chin in his hand pulling your lips up to meet his.

Chuckling as you held back tears. “So, about that breeding kink” you giggled changing the topic away from your emotions before you cried and ruined the moment.

“Hey, I wasn’t the one getting off by watching myself in the mirror” he chuckled in mock indignation.

The End (for now)

Pt. 2 Delight

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 4 months ago

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Jailbreak Jazz AU

Kinda want Alastor's Bayou to be a actual portal to Earth instead of a pocket dimension and he just pretends it's a pocket dimension to avoid getting into trouble for skipping out on his eternal punishment (and because the fact he messed up a pocket dimension spell as a young overlord that badly is a bit embarrassing).

"Sir, what do you mean I look like that dead serial killer? I was on holiday the entire time, you have a literal corpse of a man caught in the act.. He was dressed like me? Oooh, do you think I was his next target?! Officer of course I'm excited, this is the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me! My ratings are going to soar when I tell this story!"

Man's living a double life, pays taxes in two worlds, masqueradeing as his own descendant through the years (like in Highlander) instead of day job and nightjob he's got a life job and afterlife job. He makes sure not to kill anyone else on Earth in case he gets caught, but this man has travelled and seen things. He's the cryptid staticky background character in the black and white photographs across history.

Then Lucifer actually steps into the Bayou for the first time, smells the earth air, sees the earth night sky and is like, "...Wait a minute.. Wait just a damn minute.."

That's honestly pretty funny.

But he could also (initially against his will) learn the right slang and tell officers he's an up and coming influencer who is 'kinning' the bayou butcher.

Because if Lucifer comes back and tries to accuse him of it, who is gonna believe that ALASTOR said something like that? The man treats phones like he's been handed a bag of faeces... he still calls Angl's beloved smokkables 'giggle sticks' and used the phrase 'boy howdy' unironically the week before.

There's NO WAY.

And Alastor's just grinning over them all, smug as fuck about it.

Lucifer would make it his mission to get them to believe it, leading to a series of just-missed moments and hijinks. The King growing more confused and seemingly unhinged as he went... and Charlie trying new therapies because she thinks he's having an E-p-i-s-o-d-e as she whispered down the phone at Aunty Belphegor to get some help asap.

Two very large baphomet demons with more doctorates than muscles (and that was saying something) kick in the front doors to help with the King. Apparently this was the protocol from a while back, post-Lillith...

Charlie is a bit horrified, but they seem to be managing the situation with a clinical efficiency that was fascinating and terrifying. They also turned it on the rest of them, Charlie finds herself in therapy for self-esteem issues she didn't realise she had. Vaggie is reduced to a sobbing but more positive mess after they address her trauma.

Angel Dust seems shell-shocked when they talk through... soemthing. She hasn't asked, but he seems happier.

She's not sure about what they did to Husk but the man is agitated and uncertain at the moment in a strange way. He seems to cycle between holding his bottle and putting it away then seeking it out and getting annoyed.

Niffty... seems to the the only one that has remained unchanged. She lives by the motto 'traumatise them back'. Another two baphomet psychiatrists arrived the next day to counsel the first two and manage the manic little maid.

Alastor nearly eats them when he finds her sobbing later that day.

Charlie has to use her body as a shield,but he still tears someone's candle off and shoves it up someone else's form. It was impressive, but it pisse off Aunty Bel to hear her workers were hurt, no excuse for abuse and all... its why she rarely offers services to sinners.

She comes to counsel the King and the Radio Demon directly.

There was a rather violent altercation in the foyer, but she used a rather powerful sleep miasma she's known for, to drop everyone and got hold of the main offender.

It's rather rapidly made clear that between Lucifer and Alastor, the competition for who's repressing more is near neck and neck. Also who is the best at dodging her therapeutic efforts... and keeping them in the same room for more than a second was a whole other issue.

Bel has to nap more often because exuding low level miasma to keep them from shadowing or portalling away is exhausting. But she's good at what she does (when awake), and had managed Lucifer before... a mere sinner wasn't going to break her winning streak.

Cue a series of verbal dances where she challenges him on his avoidance, and he dodges even further, not quite implicitly mocking her... but bordering on it. Just enough to tick her off and distract focus.

In between it all, Lucifer continues to attempt to catch Alastor on earth and now he's convinced Bel to try with him. She's not a fan of the human disguise but... its a diagnostic tool, at least, she supposes.

She is worried about feeding into Lucifer's delusions... but that pauses hen she realises the portal to Earth is actually, very much, in the smiling sinner's room. And they find him on earth playing all sorts of games with the locals and even some of the internet peoples...

Lucifer nearly has a stroke when the alleged technophobe tilts his livestream (and who knew the guy kew how to use a phone much less whatever the fuck this is) towards Lucifer, calls him his awkward roommate, and asks for something called 'Fs in Chat' for Lucifer's 'lack of rizz'.

He has to really hold onto his form, because the desire for smiting was pretty strong. Bel keeps him grounded and they wander away to a nearby cafe until Alastor finishes up a too-detailed account of one of the murders.

Lucifer gets into the chat and is concerned about the sheer amount of people paying attention, some are fascinated, some are haters, some are clearly infatuated with the man, and more conncerningly... more than a few are fanatical to the point where they (are hopefully saying it out of hyperbole) are offering their bodies and souls to him. Those get a response, a simple 'Just the soul, thanks, it's a deal.' and a knife emoji followed by a stag emoji.

This seemed to cause a stir from the others, who would always react with excitement.

So this was a problem... they might be alive but it was still a demon deal, and they had no idea they were selling themselves to someone. Maybe it wouldn't work if they ended up Winners but... hmmm. Heaven would be pissed off about this, they didn't like it when Sins were summoned for this sort of stuff... much less Lucifer.

"And remember, take care not to wander the bayou late in the evening, you never know who's lurking in the shadows..." Alastor signs off and saunters over.

"Oh do stop pouting, little majesty... you know it's completely legal to make deals with mortals..."

"Fuck right off with that, deer-boy, they don't even know you own them now!" the king hisses.

"Why not put the truth in the chat, then? Scared you'll be ratio'd?" Alastor began to walk away towards the nexus point. Leaving the two more powerful beings to trail after him.

"I- what-... you're not supposed to know these words! Aren't you infamously against technology?!"

"In Hell, yes. Because almost all of it bar my radios, and a few mammon products, run off voxtech. Even the smallest microchip inside the damn things comes with a tiny terms and conditions, a small contract with them, the right for them to listen in ... and after we-..." he realises that's a tad too personal, especially for the company.

"In short, which you should be familiar with, technology and these fads are easily navigated... you do know phones and the internet and television use the same wavelengths and bandwidths I operate on. I can hear anything and everything, it takes more effort to blot it all out."

"That sounds... exhausting..." Bel says, her tone even.

"Sometimes... especially given Vox can talk to me directly if he-... wait, enough of your nonsensical psychobabble. I don't believe in it and you couldn't begin to unravel me if you tried!" He laughed.

"Hmmm, well, I mean you clearly come here because it's important to you, and you enjoy sharing tails of your murders nnow it's impossible for humans to ever consider linking you to the crimes, and I'd assume you've visited your mother's grave... or spat on your father's. But most importantly, this is something that shouldn't be allowed, and you flaunt the rules because it makes you feel more in control, despite the other barriers. Like Vox. Like the hierarchy. Like... whatever deal you have that limits your abilities. But on Earth, you can be a version of you who never has to be associated with the harder parts of why you started killing in the first place... especially now segregation is gone."

She might as well have carved him up, it would have been kinder. It was much like the mortal kombat game Niffty was obsessed with... and she was about to use her Finishing Move.

"And yet... I'll bet you haven't even visited your own grave, have you? The only person you don't really like at all despite this bluster is you. You made the whole persona in life, and death and then life again to distract and entertain and make yourself worthwhile... for the pain you caused the people who loved you. Your existence ruined your mother's life, and society never liked the half-born so unless you played along and ignored the insults every potential person was a threat. Am I close?"

Lucifer felt both vindicated and horrified. He's hoping Bel stays focused on the the rapidly paling radio host, and didn't remember he was here because if she starts listing his insecurities Lucifer would be tempted to ask Heaven to take one more hack at ending his eternal existence.

"And what does it get you if you are?" Alastor was clearly seething. "What has been the point of all this chicanery...? You invade our lives, put the rest of the hotel staff and guests into the point of near catatonia, and if I find out what was said to Niffty I will peel the flesh off your foolish little lambs for their audacity, she has been coming back to herself for decades slowly and some fucking fool decided to rip away her only coping mechanisms."

"Ah, so you are aware of-..."

"Listen, Mary's little Narcoleptic Lamb, you have ignored sinners for most of eternity... we have found our own ways to manage and cope, and not just the ones you prefer. Your cute little textbooks and meditations and pretty words are all well and good for those who can pay for it... don't think we didn't notice how the hellborn end to be missed as well, but others have so-called maladaptive coping strategies in place that are working. We don't need you to walk in and assume you know better... but it's not hard to see who you get it from, given that's exactly what his Lowness did the minute he arrived at the hotel."

"You dislike people in power, hmmm?"

"What gave that away? The disdain in my tone or the desire to turn you into a well-spiced meal? There will always be someone who thinks they know better than you, who wants to control your life and those of everyone around you... even those who think they are helping, but won't LISTEN to those they 'help'. And let's be real, all charity is just a bill that will come due in time. Isn't that right, Lucifer? You came in to help Charlotte to buy her love?"

"Hey, fuck you. Not like YOU would ever understand what it means to love something more than yourself you prick!"

He actually didn't expect to be punched. That one was a surprise. The pathway was thankfully deserted this close to the bayou, so he didn't have to fake a whole stumble and fall. The second strike didn't land.

Alastor actually appeared upset. "How dare you imply that-..." he clenched his fists and dropped into shadows, zipping away across the ground into the marshland.

"Lu..." Bel said, her tone moderate and soft as always, but you could feel the reproach. "I understand the pair of you fight, but that was crueller than I've known you to reach..."

"What? He's trying to steal my daughter! What exactly are you expecting me to do, pardon the bastard?!"

"I think that given I was in the middle of peeling back his layers, striking a very sincere insecurity like that was below your dignity. Would you have reacted well if he'd burst in mid-session and taken a jab at your feelings about inadequate parenting? Ah, I said during a session, when your walls are all the way down, not the regular nonsense you go on about."

"...no."

"Then enough. I do have to find him, you know we don't open a box and send a client out... you must help them repack it safely. Imagine if I left you raw and bleeding?"

"...fine. I can feel the idiot's aura that way, it's deeper in than I thought but I can already sense these boots are going to be ruined."

In the dark, winding nightmare of the bayou, where the ground sucked and squelched, wherethe trees shifted ominously and the taste of marsh coated the back of your throat. Things shifted in the shadows, naturally avoiding the predators that moved through; snakes and frogs and toads and the odd rumble of a gator as it submerged...

Past the hollowed wreck of what may have once been a little cabin, and odd pockets that felt stained with something only sin-sensitive beings could notice, and onward still.

"Come on Bel, he'll come home when he's done sulking, this is bullshit..." he whines, almighty king of hell, as the humidity clung to him and his boot nearly stayed as sacrifice to the bayou.

"I wouldn't leave you out here, in a crisis."

"But he's not ME, he's some random cannibalistic serial killer who wants to ruin my life by keeping me from Charlie!"

She turned to him now. "Do you really think he could? She loves you so desperately she wants to find a way to save sinners AND take the burden of their deaths off your heart, Lu. And she is made of love. Almost literally if I understand how much creation magic was involved to spin her to existence. Charlotte has a heart that can encompass many people, including you and Lillith, maybe this sinner in some form of odd mentor role, and of course all the sinners in her hotel. She wants to put all of Hell in there. Stop seeing it as a competition, and focus on Charlotte."

Well, that hit the wind right out of him the way the punch hadn't quite managed. "...what?"

"You heard me, Lu. And I want you to consider how frightened and alone Charlotte has felt... and that almost every single sinner in your kingdom has been there, at some point. And the goetia. And the hellborn. And that perhaps the frightened, beaten, injured child in each of those around her now... the ones who fought their way to who they are, see that in her. And they reached out their hands to her in whatever way they have learned to attempt trust."

"She's surrounded by an ex-orcist, a drunk former overlord, whatever the fuck is wrong with the maid, a porn star ho keeps making passes at me, the snake guy who was weird about weapons that died, and this deer fucker who challenges me at every step. How am I supposed to feel she's safe?"

"Because you are looking from tired eyes that see everything as a threat, Lu. Trust that Charlie isn't as naive as we assume, especially now she's had the world revealled so starkly." Bel assured.

"I want you to also consider this... the sinners around her are helping in the best ways they can. The bartender sees all, assesses threats and gives good advice for all his spirit is broken. The porn star has been broken and used against his will for decades, and he does everything in his power to shield Charlie from that.

The little maid... her story is so complicated you just need to understand that she'd murder anyone who stood against your daughter now she's taken a liking. The exorcist and your daughter... are a little codependent, but we're working on that.

She sees her as the sun. And the deer, who you worry about most, has marked her as his... which I strongly believe is the way he has learned to love people, to hold them specially in his heart and fight to the death for them. And all of them have known betrayal. Some more recently than others. They all were tentative to start... because they expected her to be the same, but the trust she put in them has redoubled in return."

Lucifer paused, stepping over a large, mossy gator as it grumbled at him. What a strangely pleasant clicking sound...

Oh. His eyes went round in delight as the creature swam away followed by, and swiftly covered in, a veritable army of tiny baby gators. "Bel, look, it's a mother..."

"Actually, the fathers usually carry the young about..." murmured a voice nearby, and he whirled about to find Alastor heedlessly slumped against a tree. Uncaring for the muddy mess that his clothing had become.

The scent of blood filled the air. "Was it waiting to turn you into a snack for the kids, then? What've you done, scratched your pretty face?" He sneered, and immediately regrets it. Why was he like this?

"Of course not, the small ones need something that's been rotting underwater for a few days their jaws aren't strong enough. Besides, there's a few carcasses that way that should be ripe... he was just saying hello."

"...have you been killing people here?"

"No one that didn't have it coming."

"What qualifies as having it coming?" Bel asks, sitting besides the sinner, and pressing in a little too close for his comfort. She blinks her eyes slowly, mesmerisingly, trying to stay awake as she extends just a little of her peace across to the other.

"Wouldn't take no as an answer..." Alastor mumbles vaguely, then snaps himself out of it and clearly contemplates shoving the sin.

"Did they try something?" Lucifer asked, frowning as he tasted the air with his sepentine tongue, feeling decaying sin a few meters hence.

"Yes. Nothing others haven't tried before... and they paid for it with their lives, and souls. I will make certain such attitudes are kept on a short leash in Hell, worry not."

"...did they hurt you?"

Alastor snorts. "No, but they certainly thought they could try... and I dislike that trait in human and demon alike. They will not know mercy... honestly I'd assumed they would have fallen through already, I killed them days ago, but their chains have yet to manifest. Such actions surely wouldn't be allowed upstairs, would they?"

"But I can taste blood on you...?"

"Then keep your tongue to yourself. Hah, the same thing I had to tell those ruffians the other day..."

Lucifer stepped around the tree, curious at the little gleam of white he saw tangled in the mud and plants a few feet away. He's less surprised than he might have been to locate a fractured, decayed skull.

"One of yours?"

"No... mine."

Lucifer's expression fell. "You were left to rot here? Didn't anyone look for-..."

"Drop it. The skull and the topic. I died whilst disposing of a body, no one would look for me, there was no one left to care." Alstor glares at Belphagor. "Can you STOP THAT, I dislike not being in charge of my own thoughts...?!"

"Please, just let me help you process this... it will help to close the door on these worries so that you don't have to revisit is over and over until the next session. It was unprofessional of me to force you to open this door here, and in front of Lucifer... it just felt like a good time."

"Once again, someone in power deciding what is best for those they see beneath them."

"Or... a professional who has spent millennia staring right through the masks others wear, king or overlord or sinner or hellborn. Your smile has always been a mask and a weapon, but I'm concerned that... it's no longer your choice. The same as how Lucifer is wearing that little outfit you mock so often as a means of clinging onto a safe time in his life. And before you load up an insult, we would swing back to your own attachment to the 1920s and 30s, the only time when you felt safe and valued by at least one person."

Bel tilted her head at the skull. "You came to your own grave... that takes a lot of effort, a lot of mental willpower, if you will."

"Death and the leavings of it never frightened me." he counters.

"No... but confirming that no one bothered to come find you does, doesn't it? How many families were made safe by the deaths you wrought? You have spoken about who you targeted after all... and the rudimentary means by which you bound them to yourself, to ensure they wouldn't be free to wreck havoc on afterlife if there was one. And not one of them searched. I can imagine that was disappointing."

Alastor started to laugh in a wildly unhinged way. "You haven't understood at all, have you? I wouldn't want anyone to find me, I was in multiple pieces strewn across this area, and then there were the gators. Do you think I would have been appeased if one of those I removed obstacles for was taken by a gator searching for a vessel I left behind? Nonsense. The gators allowed me to pass because I fed them and raised several of them..."

"And yet you sincerely believe you are not worthy of love."

"Uh Bel, I think he's going to find out if he can bite you now..."

She increases her influence until Alastor's eyelids droop to half-mast. "No, I've got it handled. I used to counsel Beezlebub when she was refusing to eat, remember? Used to it. Now Alastor, why did what Lucifer said upset you that much? He's made similar jabs before?"

"He's a hypocrite. The favoured son cast out and still trying to catch favour by capitulating to Heaven's whims. He can never understand what being born under hatred and scorn can do, how it shapes lives. He sees sinners as flawed by singular choices, and not understand how the way free will shaped the world was for good and bad to happen, but mostly a blurred intersection."

There was a pause. "Do you understand what it meant to be born half of something and claimed by neither side? To have an almost fanatically devoted love from your mother because no one else would care, and then have her taken away? Hmmm, I guess he would to some extent. Charlotte does. She's half, and not fully something to anyone. She just can't see the disdain in the eyes of others... enviable."

"...and?"

"Why must you always ask for more?"

"Because there's more to tell, isn't there? There's more than one way to wound a soul, and you are bleeding... figuratively and literally, and we'll get to that in a moment, everywhere."

"The world was segregated, all it took was an allegation and a person became a corpse in a tree, in an alley. And yet, no one turned that anger against the violent, the child seekers, the advantage-takers. Mimzy was quite helpful in distracting the latter.

She always asked why I never sought out companionship, she was always willing to teach, but I wasn't interested. It was a miracle no one decided to lobotomise me... you know they handled differences, the 'wrong preference' or seemingly no preference, with electricity and cold steel. Erasing free will entirely until you were but a body that could do as told."

"You are handsome... I'd assume this was a recurring issue, then?"

Alastor seemed to slump then, weighed down by the past. "Very few enjoyed rejection, and some I didn't even realise were seeking beyond friendship. I had hoped that in death the problem would be solved... but unfortunately, at least one person decided to take my friendship as a prelude to something else. Despite my best efforts to put him off the scent, as it were."

"Wait, the tv guy had the hots for you?" Lucifer frowned, trying to imagine how the fuck you would even go about kissing a tv screen. That snapped the moment entirely.

Alastor flinched back to full awareness, furious. "Are you done with this little voyeuristic show and tell? Did you enjoy forcing such things from me for your viewing pleasure?"

Bel took a chance and touched his arm. "No one is here but us, and the gators, and that one snake over there by Lu. No one is sharing this, this is for us. I'm sorry Lucifer is here too, I don't like this at all... but it's a place you felt able to share. With encouragement."

"Do you normally dose your patients to ensure compliance?"

"Not always... but it can help feel less under interrogation, and to feel like some of the choice to share difficult things was not fully on you. Did Vox ever... try anything?"

"He confessed, I turned him down. He tried his hypnosis, I broke his screen. His apology for it all involved a proposal to join the Vees and spiked brandy... he'd met the moth by then, and I refused anything to do with him on principle."

"And what do you remember?"

"I know he thought he could fix me... that I clearly was ust broken and needing his help, his hypnotic effect and the moth's psychoactive whatever it was im hoping spittle and not something else viscous... to break down my barriers long enough to do so. He wanted a love I didn't have for him... but he couldn't hold me, I fell into shadows and landed in Rosie's house. She was quite upset the minute she saw, and offered to go kill them that evening... we settled on having Susan lodge a complaint in person. She bent their antennae so badly they've never regenerated. An ornery bitch, but her affection is found in snarky comments and violent reprisal to damaging what is hers."

"Sounds familiar. Did Vox... touch you in any way?"

"He went straight for my tail and ears, the pervert. It left me time to formulate escape. I'd hoped that his failure would mean he'd leave me be... and yet, it seems to have made it worse. Vox is more powerful now, I have no doubt he intends to try to cure me again... but there is nothing wrong with me, and his insistence that romance and intercourse are imperative to an existence well lived is exhausting. He accused me of never loving him, or anyone."

"But romantic love isn't everything, is it? Even if it clogs the media and novels and the minds of the young. It's one form of love, the others are so intrinsic to existence that no one really thinks about them... except those who lacked them. The love of a parent, the lvoe of a friend, the love of a child, the love of family and community as a whole, the love of the self, the love of a mentor or mentee... there's so much out there outside of romance and lust."

"Exactly, and yet, if you are missing one or both... the world treats you as defective."

"And leaves you on guard, yes?"

"When every friendship must now be scrutinised for the exact moment when casual laughter and touch is being misinterpreted as something more and your 'sudden disinterest' is considered to be toying with them? Hah, of course. People must be at arm's length unless they can prove themselves willing to accept it, and not just as a covert means to fix you. Like Rosie... she has had more wives and husbands than any other sinner I've ever known, in the past five decades... and she was the first person to understand what I was, and explain it to me. She ripped Arnold's throat out when he dared comment on it in 43... we sauteed him in his least favourite wine, and served him cold."

"Ah, the proverb about revenge, yes?"

"Indeed."

"Well, it sounds like that makes it hard to trust anyone. Which might be why you didn't feel you could tell us about this injury of yours..."

"Hah, and let the little King peacock his victory at me once again? I know how disappointed he was when I reappeared after the battle. I know he would have preferred I bleed out somewhere far away from Charlotte and become a... well, I notice that the snake fellow got a portrait and the goat thing got a statue, but I didn't warrant a memorial."

"Charlie didn't want us to put something up for you, not like that... because for one, she had hope you'd be back after recovering, and two... because you hated having your picture taken or image recorded or something. She thought you'd hate it."

"I wouldn't have." It's said as if... he didn't know how to stop it. "It would have meant someone cared, at least, that I hadn't returned. I allow my likeness to be captured by the people who matter... Vox has a photo of us together, but I loathe it now. Ah, but what would you have said if you'd found my corpse in the old radio tower instead? Would you have gloated, little king? It was a close thing."

"...how bad is it?" Lucifer asked, coming closer slowly and watching Bel the whole time. If she made any gesture to stop or back off, he would, instantly. "Did one of the angels get you?"

A rumbling click announced the father gator arriving from the murk, and a flood of tiny infants swarmed towards him.

"Well-met again, Rodney... you are quite the doting parent for someone of your age..." Alastor murmurs, allowing a gator hatchling to climb his arm. "This little one is vivacious... ah, a girl I see... how do you feel about the name Charlene? It's always been quite a sensible one."

It grumbled and rumbled and clicked as if they were really conversing. The little gator hatchling had a single yellow scale atop her head that set her apart from the others, at first glance... and Rodney had a rather interesting gouge on his head. Like a bullet had knocked off scales there.

"Are you just fucking with me, now? There's no way you know that alligator, this is... this is like swampland disney princess nonsense." Lucifer blinks, wanting to pick up one of the ones swarming over his shoes but uncertain how to do it without being bitten. It wouldn't kill him but he might have to hurt the father (Rodney apparently) to free himself. And no one wants that.

"This is rodney, I hand-raised his father, or his father's father many years ago... when I was alive. They were all fed well on what scraps I could find and then on corpses. And when I discovered I could come back, I checked in on them... so yes, he does know me. And this little darling, whom I assume he doesn't mind me naming, is the strongest of the bunch... I shall watch her growth with interest. Would you like some blood, Charlene?"

He swiped some from his shirt and trickled it into the gator's mouth. "Good girl."

"Er... and would you say you did that with all the hatchlings you favoured over the years?" Lucifer asked, watching the distinct green flare in tiny Charlene's eyes and echoed in Rodney's.

"Of course..."

"Ah... you remember that demon blood can have changes on things in the mortal realm? You might have made them super intelligent and... based on the wound your friend has, a tad more resistant to harm than they should be."

"All the better. Do you want more, Charlene?"

"Okay, stop it, Heaven will personally skewer you... again... if they find out about a race of super gators luring people in with like, voices or whatever. We're still in trouble for the Not-Deer, which I'm pretty sure you are... so that's cross contamination or whatever."

"Not-gators? That could be quite delightful..."

Lucifer blinks, recalling something. "Wait, so is... the skeleton on your wall at the hotel, was it his grandfather?"

Alastor looks crestfallen a moment before the mask reasserts. "Why yes, his name was Antigonius, and it was disappointing to have lost him in the collapse of the original hotel. I found what I could of him though, Niffty has been helping."

"I can look... if you want? Can't believe I missed something with earth signature all over it so close by. That stuff's normally only in Lust cause those guys go to earth regularly and bring stuff back, clothes mostly."

"And of course those delightful little assassins in Pentagram City..." Alastor murmurs, rearranging himself so Charlene's siblings could clamber over him in curiousity. "Yes, you are all quite magnificent... I see you."

"Would you mind refocusing with me to your injury? How did that happen?" Bel asked, nearly startling the overlord whose mind had clearly blotted out the too-close humanoid sin.

"I'm managing it, don't worry about it."

"But the person who can do something about it is right here, Alastor... and he's already shown concern. Do you think you could trust us enough to talk about it, and decide if you want help after that?"

"...not particularly."

"Would it help if I... made it easier to talk about it?" Bel asked.

He doesn't reply verbally, but gave the most infintesimal nod ever. Belphegor allowed more of her influence to seep across the space between them. "Just relax into it... it should feel like a warm blanket you can choose to push aside at any time, it doesn't control you or remove your agency." she assured.

"It was from the extermination, I was on the roof... Charlotte asked me to use my shield to trap some of them in for easy slaughter and others outside. It took more energy than perhaps was wise given my powers are bound, but it was easy enough to do. Especially once the fallen fools outside dropped their weapons and the shield could form tendrils to flail the steel about."

"And then what happened?"

"The first fool got quite angry at the shield and smashed it with his guitar. He came straight towards me, and I did as I was asked, I toyed with him. He was so... sloppy. You could tell he didn't expect that he could feel pain, his fighting was... ridiculous. I definitely got overconfident."

"What went wrong?"

"It was fine until he recalled he had that fucking guitar thing... there's very few times I regret the deer form, but unfortunately when he swung it at me and it broke my microphone, the flash literally blinded me. Do get your laughter out, I've heard every imaginable statement about Deer in the Headlights..."

"That sounds frustrating, did you want to talk about other form-issues or continue the story?"

"Hah, to complain is pointless. We're stuck like this for eternity... it's not as if someone can remove the damn tail, or return colours. For one, I've torn the fucking thing out many times, and it just grows back, and my monocle compensates as best it can. No... it's just how it is."

"I actually can do something about the sight... I'm not tearing your tail off though, they're usually attached to the spine somehow and it will come back to bite you. Do you not get... colour?" Lucifer asked curious. He didn't deign deer.

"I would be worried about you changing how I am... how can I trust you would leave it at that? So many have tried to make me something they wanted from the minute I was born, and even in death I'm still a achallenge. My sight lost... certain colours, I can see yellows and greys and blue, but other colours are gone. I quite liked the colour red."

"...so you don't know how red your outfit is then, huh?"

"I... assumed. I can pick out different shades and the monocle compensates, as I said. But Rosie tailored it when we first met. I trust her judgement."

"And your other injury?" Bel prompts, sensing a full diversion to avoid the topic.

Alastor tickled several hatchlings under their scaly chins and they chirped in delight at him. "I was blinded, by the time the world refocused Adam had already swung back the other way and slammed me into the wall behind us. He aimed to finish off the matter, but my shadow decided to end the confrontation early."

"Where did you go?"

"My shadow returned us to the one place I had warded enough to be safe, my radio tower. It was quite damaged, but it did the job."

"Who did you want to keep out?"

"Everyone. But mostly Vox... he was watching the battle, his drones were everywhere. I knew he would arrive to gloat, or force compliance... and I had nothing left to fight him with. And I didn't need Charlotte to become distracted attempting to help... I knew she would be a target. She had to stay focused, for all her pacifistic nonsense."

"Did anyone come to help you? At the tower?"

"...no. I don't think so... there are gaps in my memory, but I stitched the mess together in time to hear someone singing about being remorseful for victory and assumed things had gone well. The Exorcists don't seem very vocally capable."

Luncifer pinched the bridge of his nonexistent nose. "So you've been running around with heavely grace festering in your chest for weeks now... no, months, the battle was..."

Time was a loose concept to an immortal.

"Five months and ten days ago, yes. It's healing, and no cause for alarm."

"But you clearly can't use all your powers..."

"HAH! I couldn't use all of them BEFORE I was hit, I-... fuck." He clearly hadn't meant to say that.

"You are in a deal with someone, that much we can both see. I suspect the energy is... known to us, the dealer's identity something we can intuit. But, that is for another time... would you consent to Lucifer healing the injury, and perhaps seeing if he can fix your sight? I will keep my power over you to track all the changes, to ensure nothing else occurs. If that makes you feel more secure?"

"...I don't know."

"Do you, perhaps, want to say yes but fear what might happen if you do and your trust is breached?"

Alastor snarls at her, feeling vulnerable and too visible even here in the safest place he had. "Maybe."

"Then... perhaps Lucifer will come over and heal you, and if you need him to stop, say so at any time. Okay? The choice is still yours, but you don't have to ask."

"...okay."

Lucifer crouched amongst the hatchlings and gestured to the shirt, "Can I see the injury please?"

A nod. He waves the shirt open, and grimacing. He doesn't comment, though, this was a fragile moment and he was going to do this for Charlotte... and for the weird gossamer thread of trust he had been extended by the sinner for this to happen.

Without comment, he dissolves the stitches and presses a hand to the wound, encouraging the angry sparks of divinity festering there to come forth and pool in his alternate palm. The wound starting to heal now the irritation was removed... Lucifer pulsed his own vitality into the area, flushing out any miniscule pieces remaining and rejuvenating the flesh.

As a last thought, he raced the bindings on the sinner's form, the pattern overlaid over the core soul, and plucked at the instructions inlaid over sight. Unlocking colours repressed in the base template.

Ah, words... humans had so many and yet none to help explain what he was doing right this very moment. How frustrating.

Alastor let out a soft gasp. "How green you are, little one..."

Lucifer pulled away, eyes watching the wound seal completely just to be sure. His attention turned to the grace. It swirled, nebulously.

"If you feel any further discomfort... say something, I think I got it all, but some of it was eating its way inside and I'd hate to have missed something." The King coughed. "Would you like me to... enchant this for you? I can give it a distinctive demonic energy as well, maybe make it into a ball of hellfire you can manifest between your antlers or something. Any exterminators would feel it as Grace immediately and the dissonance should disorient."

"You can do that?"

"Uh, hello... king of hell? I can do almost anything."

"Except bond with your daughter..."

"Alastor, that wasn't a kind thing to say. Lu just helped you."

"It is the truth, nonetheless. You cannot come at her as if she is a child anymore, Lucifer... the reason she listens to me is that I treat her like an adult. A young, painfully naive one... but an adult with her own agency nonetheless. You cannot try to tell her what she wants or needs."

"That was a helpful suggestion, Alastor. Thank you. Lucifer?"

"It... so she just wants me to be her dad? I've tried that."

"I think you need to think about how you interact with Charlie, Lu. Alastor gave you constructive criticism... think on it. It's a suggestion."

"Can we... think about it somewhere else? I can feel mud in places I don't think I've ever had mud before... well, since that one time with Lily... but now's not the time. Plus I need Al here to branch out his antlers for me, to put the hellfire there, and humans might not take kindly to walking in on that."

"Of course. Alastor, did you... want to do anything for your own remains?"

"...no. I was born here and I died here, I belong to the bayou."

"Very eloquently put. Would you be okay if I released my mesmer, or do you want it to stay until we're home?"

"You can release it, I'm not seeking to fight, I'm tired."

"Thank you for being honest, Alastor, I appreciate how difficult this is for you... Lucifer is the very same." Bel pulled her influence back and saw Alastor shake it off.

"Rodney, my good man, it was splendid to see you again but I really must be going... do take care of the brood, and little Charlene here, I shall be back to check in. Enjoy the rude fellows from last week, I did sprinkle them with a few of the spices you liked, I hope they don't give anyone indigestion..." Alastor addresses the gator, who rumbles and summons the infant hoarde to him. Charlene squeaks and leaves last, taking her place on her father's head as he submerges.

Alastor climbs to his feet and offers a hand to Bel.

"Time to return to somewhere just as warm but without the humidity, or the delightful ambiance. I shall miss this much green..."

"We can just change the hotel a bit to add green in somewhere. Char Char wants a garden but I think she'll be devastated the first time it rains..."

"Why not build a greenhouse and ward it against acid?"

"I have a thing about gardens... Eden, and all."

"Ah, well, I can construct one just not touch anything with my bare hands."

"Oh, wouldn't want you to soil your hands, oh mighty overlord..." Lucifer rolls his eyes.

"No you pomp-... no, I literally cannot touch flowering plants without killing them. See?" He presses a fingertip to a nearby weed, and the whole thing blackens rapidly, curling into itself.

"Oof, deathtouch... just plants though? Like, just flowers? That tree was fine, and I saw you touch grass once..."

"Ah yes, something you should do more of... touch grass."

"I can taste the insult but I'm not sure what it is exactly."

"Flowering plants, they die. Never tried with fruit trees, but no fruit has ever spoiled on me in the kitchen." Alastor shrugged, finding the seam between worlds that moved into His Bayou in his room.

Human disguises evaporated like steam.

"Alright, let's just remove the mud..." Lucifer flicks a finger lazily. "And now, put your big antler things out, so I can place it in the right spot. You want it green like your other power or red, like your outfit?"

"Red, would be ideal."

"So here's the part you won't like... either I can fly up or you can kneel, but it'll take a minute either way."

With a frustrated sigh, Alastor knelt without much fuss, tilting his antlers towards the King. Lucifer glanced at Bel because he'd thought there'd be more of a fight than this... but judiciously placed the glowing ball of hellfire amidst the antlers. He tethers it to the sinner's natural form and magical signature.

"You should be able to manifest and demanifest it now. Try it... I can always have another go if you need me to, haven't tried something like that in a while."

The antlers receeded and returned, as did the ball of hellfire.

"Excellent... this will make the next confrontation with another overlord particularly spectacular. Thank you... your majesty."

"I have a name, you can use it."

"If I must... Lucifer."

"Good, thanks Alabastor." He laughs as a poppet is launched at his face with the precision of a curveball. It bounces off harmlessly and toddles back to Alastor. "Fine, fine... just, we gotta talk coparenting about Charlie. but later... and the deal thing... we can do that another time."

"Of course... let us see if there's some form of meal or fare available. I can' hear the fire alarms, so it musn't be Charlotte or Vagatha's turn to cook. That must be a good sign."

"Is that something you can help with, Bel? Inability to cook?"

"Sadly, no. Bee might, though. Or Ozzie, he's very good at cooking. And respecting boudaries..." she flickered her eyes to Alastor, who appeared tense at the idea of the sin of lust being in the hotel. "Ozzie is all about consent, I think the only reason this Valentino fellow is alive is because he doesn't know about him... but that will change."

Her phone was going ballistic.

"Bel... did you mentioned something to Ozzie in the sin group chat?"

"Perhaps. He's not pleased to find out about Love Potion calls it Artificial Bullshit."

"Okay... we've got, what? An hour? Two, tops before he gets here?"

"Try 45 seconds, if the rumbling is any indication, your m-... Lucifer."

"Ah, fuck. Well, I need to make a show of asking him not to... you want me to point out he might as well kill the other Vees while he's about it? "

"...I rather want to rrip the cords out of Vox's ridiculous head with my bare hands, where possible, but if they had their tower decimated and the moth killed, I would not stand in the way. If he must be a casualty, so be it." Alastor shrugged.

Lucifer paused at the top of the stairs. "And if... he was to every try something again, say something. We'd help you. Also... it might take some practice but you know the hellfire is an offensive weapon as much as a decorative feature for menacing, right? You can kind of use it as a destructive ray once you practice it. Looks super cool and the only one who can put it out is a hellfire caster... so don't do it near Charlie or she might take pity on him without the context."

Alastor looked like he'd been handed the greatest gift in the world.

"That... is simply delectable. I can't wait to try this out."

"WHERE IS THIS PIECE OF ABSOLUTE GARBAGE AND HIS FALSE LOVE?! BRING HIM TO ME!"

"Ah, that would be Lord Asmodeus, I assume?"

"Shit, yep, yeah, yup that's him... let's go head him off, Bel."

"Well, quite the therapeutic field trip we have planned, then." Belphagor laughed, growing as they descended the stairs.

Lucifer's wings errupted, flexing slightly because he'd had them cooped up a while. "Let's make it a team thing, you coming al?"

"I suspect we already spoke about me not generally c-..."

Lucifer snorted. "Hokay, stop, you make a sex joke like the spider and I might fall down the stairs laughing. I need to have my king face on now. So c'mon... if you get all BIG you'll be the same size. And... imagine Box's face when he sees you converging on his tower with three whole sins, he'll download in his pants."

That got him. The grin was almost impossible with how delightedly severe it was. "Oh, you do say the sweetest things, little king... I can't wait to see how the little fools response."

"Dad, Aunty Bel, Al! There you are, did you see Uncle Ozzie is out there going-..."

"We've got this Char Char... stay inside. He found out about the moth, that's all."

Once outside, Bel and Al began to expand as Lucifer's horns grew in.

"Hey, can I ride on your shoulder, Al? Think it might send a fascinating message to your... former friend."

The oversized overlord thought about it momentarily, and nodded.

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When Vox looked out the penthouse window of Vee Tower, he did indeed nearly datadump in his tailored slacks. Because the sight of two gigantic sins, one overlord form Alastor and the King of Hell himself n full demon form riding on Al's shoulder, was eenough to make him blue screen.

"VAL, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" He yells down the hallway.

"Who or what didn't I do today, Voxxy, it's been a long hard da-... what the fuck is that?"

Luckily, they didn't have much time to ponder... because it was upon them rapidly.

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panda-wearing-pants · 2 months ago

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Bingo Card

B-L: Jimmy is the only Lifer to never do worse than their previous season

B-I: The only person to eliminate the previous season's last place is Grian, and the both times he did it, the person got last for the first time in the season before.

B-F: The team size of people who were alone in the previous season has been steadily increasing, with Joel, Pearl, and Martyn all being on teams of 2 after being alone, and Scar and Lizzie teaming with each other and Jimmy after being alone, making a team of 3. If this comes true, the pattern will either be 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, or 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4

B-E: This post explains it, but basically Ren is somewhat likely to team with Bdubs, Etho, Gem, Scott, Impulse, Jimmy, or Lizzie, and Gem and Jimmy are the only ones who are also likely to team with Ren

B-7: Before Wild Life, Pearl always teamed with people who just had there worst season and placed in the double-digits, which is Mumbo, Skizz, Martyn, BigB, and Scar, and Skizz is the only non-winner Pearl has not teamed with

I-L: I made a prediction for the placements next season, putting Mumbo last and Impulse eliminated third. BigB was between them, but Impulse and Mumbo's data is less varied than BigB's, so they are more likely to place low

I-I: Mumbo's teams sizes have decreased by one each season

I-F: In every season since Double Life, BigB has had a face on his or his team's base, including using his own head as a base

I-E: I really only put this because it was technically correct last season, but BigB has been the last member on his team 2 out of 4 times, putting him above 11 other people, tied with Gem, Pearl, and Joel, and below Martyn, Ren, and Grian

I-7: If the first red and first yellow are two different people, the first red always survives longer

N-L: Grian almost always witnesses at least one of Jimmy's deaths each season

N-I: For each season, 9th place was: Cleo, Scar, Scar, Scar, Etho, and Gem. Cleo and Etho are Scar's parents in Limited Life, when they are the Clockers, and Gem subs for Cleo for an episode, so she is technically a Clocker

N-F: Jimmy teamed with Grian, Martyn, and Scar in the seasons after they won, and has teamed with Scott and Joel before they won, and has teamed with a winner in every season other than Double Life

N-E: Impulse has been eliminated by the eventual winner in every season since Last Life, until being eliminated by Etho in Wild Life. However, Joel did cause Impulse's final death as a zombie in Wild Life

N-7: Martyn, Pearl, and Grian all placed 2nd or 3rd while on Mumbo's team

G-L: In every season, the previous season's fifth and eighth places are eliminated by the winner or the environment. Pearl and Etho placed 5th and 8th in WL, but I predicted Etho to win, so I think Pearl is more likely to be eliminated at all

G-I: Every odd-numbered season has had three lives

G-F: Cleo typically teams with people who placed high in the previous season, only teaming with someone who placed below 7th once (Scar). According to the second chart in the link in B-E, Cleo likely wants to team with Pearl, Tango, or Bdubs (5th-7th). Cleo just teamed with Pearl in Wild Life, so Tango and Bdubs are the most likely

G-E: The third player to eliminate someone has place first or second in every season, as well as Simple Life

(Edit: This should be G-7, G-E is that Scar and Bdubs eliminated Bdubs and BigB in 3L and Scar dies directly after Bdubs, Grian and Cleo eliminated them in LL and Grian was eliminated after Cleo, and Impulse and Scott eliminated Bdubs and BigB in Limited Life and Impulse died right after Scott. DL is the only season where Bdubs and BigB were both eliminated by two different people and Bdubs' killer was no eliminated right after BigB's)

O-L: Going back to the B-E chart, Gem has teamed with people who have placed in the top five, and Grian, Ren, and Cleo placed 2nd, 3rd, and 4th

O-I: Ignoring Double Life, Cleo has been on three teams of 4 and two teams of 3, and 4th place has been on a team of 4 three times after placing 4th and a team of 3 once, so Cleo has a 67% chance of being on a team of 4

O-F: Even though I expect Etho to win, he always places in the bottom 50% in odd-numbered seasons and the top 50% in even-numbered seasons, which is actually the opposite of Bdubs (before WL)

O-E: Jimmy has accidentally killed someone in every season except for Last Life and Double Life

O-7: Grian is the only person to get an elimination in every season he has been in

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buckychristwrites · 2 years ago

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Could This Be | Chap. Four | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about..

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Discussions of Previous Emotional & Physical Domestic Violence. Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy :)

“Hi babe!”

You looked up from your laptop to find Keeley walking towards you, coffee in one hand and a donut in the other. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and she sported a leather jacket over a white crop top and black pants. The heels she wore were loud against the cement flooring. Sliding the e-pen back into its slot in the computer, you smiled at her.

“I thought I’d find you out here,” She said as she sat down with a relieved sigh, taking a quick bite of her donut. “Went to your usual spot and it was empty.”

“Yeah, I have some charting to do and it was getting stuffy inside,” You explained. She looked over your shoulder in an effort to read your typing. If there was one person in the world who was intrigued by your job, it was always Keeley Jones.

“Anything good?” You shrugged.

“Isaac twisted his knee pretty good during practice, he needed some ice and a pain killer. Pretty standard,” You told her, a smile sneaking on your face. “Not as good as Will bloodying his nose with a shoe yesterday.” She let out a loud laugh before immediately covering her mouth.

“You must have the most interesting job here,” She said, shaking her head as she took another sip of her coffee. “Just gettin’ to see the boys do the dumbest shit all day.” You hummed in response.

“It’s more fun when it's not a match,” You admitted to her. “When it’s a match, there’s more pressure to get them back up and on the field. Like that one against Man City when Jamie was hurt. And Ted was snapping at us to get him fixed so they didn’t have to sub him out. It’s just stressful sometimes.” She nodded in understanding, turning her head to watch as the players practised.

“Speaking of Jamie,” She said innocently, and you could hear the smile in her voice even though neither of you were looking at each other. “Are you busy tonight?” You thought for a second, humming out loud as you did so.

“I don’t think so,” You told her, although you began to regret your honesty. “Why?” She turned towards you again, the excitement filling her face.

“Jamie and you should join Roy and I for dinner tonight!” She exclaimed happily. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to go on a double date with you. Too long, really. Please say yes.” She put on her best pouty face, as if to say she already knew you wanted to say no. Which, as life would have it, you did, indeed want to say no. Anxiety rippled through you, but you knew that you couldn’t get out of it.

“Of course!” You told her, feigning enthusiasm as best as you could. “We’d love to! I’ll let Jamie know after practice, I’m sure he’ll be just as excited.”

“I can’t believe you agreed to that,” Jamie said exasperatedly when you told him in the boot room a few hours later. He was fresh out of the showers, in his normal clothing. His hair was still slightly damp. You crossed your arms over your chest with your own look of exasperation.

“Have you fucking met Keeley? You know how impossible it is to say no to her,” You hissed. “Besides, if we said no today, she would’ve just kept asking until we agreed.” Jamie nodded, demeanour changing.

“I know, I know.” He began to pace around the room as you watched from your seat on the bench.

“We just have to get things in order before tonight,” You told him, putting your hands out with your palms down. “Get our story straight. They’re going to ask us a lot of questions, and we need to be ready with answers.” He paused, turning to face you with his finger pointed towards the ceiling.

“Roy is definitely onto us,” He told you, scratching the back of his head.

“Roy would be onto us even if this wasn’t fake,” You said, shaking your head. In your mind, you were imagining sitting across from Roy, hand in hand with Jamie and trying to explain how all of this came to be. In this daydream, his face was the most annoyed you’ve ever seen it. It was definitely an amusing thought. “I’m not as concerned with him as I am about Keeley.”

Van Damme, Dani and Richard peaked in through the window, looking between you and Jamie. You waved to them before shooing them away. They smiled like children who had just gotten caught sneaking candy before running off.

“Alright, so how did we meet?” Jamie asked you, not having noticed the insolence of his teammates. The shock hit you immediately, your mouth falling open in frustration.

“Jamie, once again, we fucking work together. You met me here!” He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Fuck. Sorry.” You shook your head, incensed.

“If you forget that we work together one more time, I’m punching you.” The look on your face was stern. Serious. “And I’ll make sure to make it as hard as I can.” Jamie stared at you, mouth agape and eyes scandalised.

“Oi! That’s not very nice!”

“It’s not very nice that you literally forget that we work together, is it?”

He took a moment to consider this, before saying, “We just didn’t talk much before... “ He spun his finger in the air, drawing a circle. “All this. But you’ve always just been… around. I feel like I’ve always known ya.” You scratched your head furiously.

“And yet, I never forgot I worked with you.”

“Your job is all about takin’ care of us!” He exclaimed, the frustration in him growing as well. “Mine is to get the ball in the net. I come into your care once every few weeks, and that’s in a bad month. Cut me some slack, yeah?”

He had a point. More often, you were seeing Jamie in social settings than work settings. When you did see him for an injury, it was usually severe, and he was more focused on not thinking about the pain, or whatever the coaches were saying to him, than he was on who was giving him care. And he was right in the fact that your entire job, besides supplying and helping out the physiotherapists, was to care for the team.

It also had to do with the fact that there was a certain period of time when you weren’t yourself when at work. A presence at the stadium forced you to keep your distance from the players. And even now, the ghost of them still haunts you.

“The slack I’m cutting you is that I’m not hitting you right now,” You told him, not wanting to admit that you saw his point. Not that you ever would hit him, but did he know that? No. And it was going to stay that way.

He opened his mouth to argue, but you waved your hands. “We’re getting off topic here. We need to focus.” His expression changed from argumentative to neutral.

“Alright,” He agreed, taking a seat on the bench next to you. “So we met here. Then what?”

You brought your hand to your chin, tapping your index finger against your face as you thought through several scenarios.

“We can’t say it’s because you’ve been spending more time injured, because you haven’t,” You said, thinking out loud. “We also can’t say that someone set us up, because then Keeley would have an absolute fit.” It felt like it should’ve been easier to come up with a story than it was. While the wheels in your mind kept turning, Jamie’s did the same, but for completely different reasons.

“D’ya know why Keeley never tried to set us up?” You looked at him in time to see him gesturing between you and him. “Me and you?”

“Yes, I told her no footballers,” You said simply before looking away from him. This appeared to surprise him.

“Why not?”

“Jamie, please.” It was so hard to not get frustrated. Not only because he had the attention span of a 3 day old peanut butter sandwich, but also because he was venturing into territory that you really didn’t want to get into. “We only have an hour to get this sorted out.”

“I feel like hidin’ things from me will only make this harder,” He said. “What happened to our rule? Being honest with each other?”

“I’m not… not being honest with you, Jamie,” You said, defensively. “There’s just some things I don’t feel the need to explain to you. At least, not right at this moment.” He shook his head, looking down at the floor with his eyebrows high on his forehead.

“Keepin’ things from a friend,” He said, feigning disappointment. “How can I fake love ya if I know you’re hidin’ things from me?” A hint of a smile appeared on his cheeks. Shaking your head, you tried and failed to fight back your own.

Why are you smiling right now? You asked yourself. Why is this working?

“Fine,” You said, folding your hands in your lap. He looked up in surprise, turning his body so he could give you his full attention. It took you a second to mentally ready yourself to say what you were about to say. A sigh forced its way out of your chest.

“A few years ago, I want to say around the time you went back to Man City, I started dating a… pretty famous footballer.” Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Jamie opening his mouth to speak. “No, I won’t tell you who it is.” Jamie closed his mouth once more. “He was incredible at first. Whole lot of compliments, gifts, extravagant dates, expensive trips. He tried to buy me a car, but I turned it down.” You shook your head. “I was living in a dream… until one day I seemed to just… wake up.” It wasn’t immediately obvious to you that you were smiling until it faded away.

“I can’t say exactly why things changed, but by the time you returned to Richmond, everything for me was different. So different.” Just the memory of it was sending chills up your spine. “There was really no good time that didn’t leave me in complete fear of going home. If he won a game? I was worthless and he was king of the world. If he lost?” You trailed off, letting the words hang above your head for a moment, as the meaning sunk in for Jamie. “There came a point where I wasn’t allowed to talk to any of the players anymore. We had kept our relationship pretty much under wraps from the start, so I really couldn’t tell anyone anyway. Maybe he did that on purpose. But my friendships with most of the players dissolved. Roy ended up finding out because he caught me changing some wrappings on my arm. He told Keeley. They’re the only two who know. Besides you, now.” You zoned out for a second, suddenly feeling out of body, before snapping back and turning to Jamie. “Eventually, the opportunity arose for me to leave. So I did.” You nodded. “Then when Keeley started approaching the subject of dating again, I told her no footballers whatsoever.”

Jamie said nothing, instead just staring at you for a long time. You stared at the floor, waiting for him to give any sort of response. This was the worst part of telling someone, the reaction. But why did his feel like it held so much weight?

“Thank you for tellin’ me,” He finally said. His gaze fell to the grey floor. “You deserve so much better than that.”

“I like to think so,” You said quietly, trying to bring humour to the bleak conversation. He shifted so he was facing you.

“How did he know if you were talkin’ to the other players?” He asked, making you look up again. “Like, how was he able to keep an eye on that if he wasn’t here?”

You froze. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before Jamie began again, “Unless-”

“Okay, we have to go,” You said, looking at your watch as you swiftly stood off the bench. He jumped at your sudden urgency, clearly wanting to slow you down, but you didn’t allow for it. “I have to get home and get ready. Meet you at the restaurant?” The whiplash seemed to confuse him, as he looked around before looking back at you.

“Uh… Actually, wouldn’t it make more sense if I picked ya up? And we arrived together?”

Fuck. He was just filled with good points today.

“I guess that makes sense,” You said, pulling anxiously on your sleeves, before grabbing for your phone. “Let me text you my address.”

“Do you need my number for that?” He asked, unclear if he was joking or not, just as you sent the address to his phone. Rolling your eyes, you walked out of the room, deciding not to give him any further response.

It wasn’t until you were pulling your vehicle out of the car park that you realised that you and Jamie still hadn’t decided on a proper cover story. You cursed the whole drive home.

Getting home and getting ready turned into being more of an event than you had wanted. What were you supposed to wear on a real double date with your fake boyfriend? Apparently, according to you, there was nothing in your closet that screamed Yes I Am Dating And In Love With This Man. In the end, you settled for a simple dress. It took you longer to do your makeup than you had planned, and when you looked at the time, you practically flew out the door.

Greeting you was Jamie, in a simple white singlet with a tan blazer and black trousers. His hair was slicked back just perfectly. It was the first time, you realised, you had seen him all dressed up. Behind him was a fancy black car that you couldn’t afford to know the name of.

“Look at you! Dressed all smart,” You exclaimed, smiling at him as you walked down the path towards the road. It took you a moment too long to notice the bundle of roses he held in his hands. As you approached him, he held them out to you. “Y- Jamie, you didn’t-”

“Of course I had to,” He said, leaning in with a goofy smile. “It’s our first fake date, innit?”

Your stomach did a somersault as you took them from him. Before you allowed yourself to overthink it, you kissed his cheek.

“You look lovely, by the way,” He added, looking you up and down. Being under his gaze made the heat in your cheeks rise up, and you turned away before he had time to notice.

“I’m gonna put these inside in some water, and then we can go, okay?”

It was until you got to the door that you noticed he was following you inside, like an excited little puppy, but you didn’t comment. As you wandered into the kitchen for a vase, he looked around the sitting room.

“Nice little place you got here,” Jamie called to you just as you pulled a simple, plain vase from the cupboard.

“Oh, thank you!”

As you set the flowers in the water, you thought about how weird it was that of all people, Jamie Tartt was in your house, wandering around your sitting room. As you exited the kitchen, you found him admiring the photos framed on the mantle. You noticed as you set the roses on your coffee table that he was stuck staring at one picture. He turned to you, pointing at the frame.

“When was this from?”

Somehow, you already knew what picture he was referring to. When you approached, putting your hands on your hips as the both of you stared at the photo.

“That’s from the last Man City match,” You told him, glancing at him briefly before looking back at the photo. “It was in the papers, so I clipped it out.”

It was of you and him, Jamie laying in the grass with his legs spread out as you wrapped his injured foot. The both of you were laughing over something, either over something you had said to calm the mood or some self deprecating joke from him. If the photo had been cropped differently, one wouldn’t have even known that he was injured. It just would’ve been two friends, having a laugh.

Jamie slowly reached up and grabbed the frame, bringing it down so he could look at it properly.

“I remember this,” He said quietly. “Coach Lasso had just walked off, after asking you to get me fixed up, and you looked at me and said,” He cleared his throat before continuing, “‘Does he think I’m the fuckin’ Fairy Godmother? Just wave me wand and you won't have a sprained foot?’”

You laughed, partly at how he tried to impersonate your voice with his thick accent, but also at the fact that now you did remember that moment. When you looked over at Jamie, you found he was already looking at you.

“I remember how shit I felt over my dad, and being back at Man City, and you made me feel a lil better.”

Whatever was bubbling in your belly was overwhelming you. You playfully bumped your hip against his.

“You finally remember working with me, yeah?”

He let out a loud laugh, which, in turn, made you laugh as well.

“Piss off,” He said, setting the photo carefully back onto the mantle. “Are you ready to go or are we just goin’ to stand here so you can bully me all night?” You scrunched up your face in thought.

“Bullying you is quite fun…”

Shaking his head, he turned and went straight towards your front door. He threw it open before turning and facing you.

“You comin’ or what?”

You skipped after him, surprisingly excited now for the coming night.

“Coming!”

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mayapapaya33 · 1 year ago

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Despair and Edwin

Am I the only one who can't stop thinking about the metaphorical power of Edwin being IN Despair. He was in Hell, at his lowest, about to be cruel to one of his former tormentors. Feeling incredulous at their seemingly lesser punishment, feeling righteously indignant, and Justifiably pissed off. Then he caught a glance at himself in the mirror for what was presumably the first time in over a century and it snapped him out of it. Then he promptly fell into Despair.

Despair's Realm, as far as I am aware, is only accessible to those IN Despair, as in the emotional state. But why was he literally transported there, why could he see her watching through the mirror? She watches people's lowest moments through her mirrors all the time, how could Edwin see her?

Every word out of her mouth was fascinating to me, so much subtext, so many double meanings, I'm dying of curiosity.

"What Am I? The answers are Endless Edwin Payne. Pretty name. Payne/Pain."

His reaction to her saying the word Endless is VERY telling, clearly Edwin knows something about the Endless. Also that's just a very poetic way to describe Despair, she's right, an Endless number of things can cause Despair.

Edwin: "Why are you here?"

Despair: "You're here, I'm everywhere, you're in my realm now where I see it all. But you only get to leave through the door you came in by."

Is that a literal statement about a literal door? Perhaps but I HIGHLY doubt it. How did he get here? By feeling anger and pain and Despair about his treatment in Hell compared to one of the people responsible for sending him here and the injustice of it all. So how does he leave Despair's Realm then? Through the same door he entered. Confronting his feelings about Simon but not allowing them to control him or turn him into something he is not.

"I am Despair, and you do not belong here. Go back to your killer. I was watching. You were getting angry. About to gloat over his torment. Go do That."

E: "No no no no no I..." D: "Don't Worry, We're Friends now." E:"I would not gloat, That is not right." D: "I'll call if ever I need you" E:"He didn't realize-"

What does THAT mean? They're friends now? I am frothing at the mouth in anticipation to see what that is going to turn into. This is starting to dive into Sandman theories of mine so if you haven't read Sandman now's the time to leave.

She almost seemed to be HELPING Edwin confront his feelings. The way she phrased it was very provocative on purpose, it's something you might say to a friend if they're doing something out of character and you're trying to let them know it and snap them out of it. Granted in a Dramatic and Dickish way, but she is an Endless, so that's sort of a given. Why would she do that? Why would she help him Leave Despair?

Well, The Sandman comics are very Philosophical and layered, and one of the implications in the comics is that Each of the Endless embody their opposites in addition to their Named dominion. Dream is responsible for keeping Reality in check, Death is there when we are brought to Life, Destruction with those paintings and sculptures, constantly Creating things in his retirement, Delirium has moments where she is the only character who knows what is going to happen, Neil took joy in sneaking hints into her rambling, a special kind of Sanity, that is almost too painful and confusing to be tolerated for long, she knows things that aren't in Destiny's book, Desire has quite a lot of apathy in my opinion, and Destiny absolutely has a thing about Free Will. A big implication is that Despair also Embodies her seeming opposite, Hope!

What this means for Edwin in the future I have no clue lol.

#dead boy detectives #Sandman #Despair #edwin payne #spoilers #Theories #Philosophy #The Philosophy of Sandman

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gm--requests · 6 days ago

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My Knight, My Husband - Knight!Kihyun

g e n r e - s m u t. with a metric fuck ton of plot and a fluffy ending :)

w a r n i n g s - “historical” au!, unprotected sex, blatant allusion to virginity/loss of it, first time! pet names (my love, princess, my dearest, etc), brief mentions of weaponry and war, kihyun fat cawk, marriage (obvs)

o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this. no ai will ever be present in my writing.

w o r d s - 13,102

a / n - monsta x fanfic !! this is a recession indicator <3 i lowk don’t think i mentioned jooheon at all in this story lmfaooo which is insane because i mentioned almost every member of svt jsdfhlakjs pls know that i double bias minhyuk and honey so it isn’t personal !! i have been working on this for ages. i’m not quite happy with the smutty portions, but i’m tired of staring at it and trying to rework it. writing smut is hard these days [sobs] anyways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, and for the first time i think, the reader will be getting picked up!!!! i would imagine that a knight who trains everyday would be able to lift someone up soooo... i’m kinda excited. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection! also! so sorry if anything is contextually inaccurate to/for a period piece, i've never written one before hhhh

The castle stood behind you- high, mighty, and stifling. You were royalty, born the oldest of two sisters, meant to take the place of your father should he pass away as your mother had so many years ago, taken too early and too young. You were regarded highly, seen as strong, independent, and ruthless. A cold-blooded woman, capable of showing kindness only to her family, but that was only true to those beyond the castle walls. To those within the confines of the castle and servitude, you were too kind, too driven, too burdened.

Because of your dutiful nature, your sister was able to live more freely. She was able to follow her dreams and find passions of her own. It kept you motivated. That and your dire want to be ruler one day. While the thought of your father dying petrified you, the endless hours and days of training left you determined and hungry. Ever ready to take over if need be. You were head of the kingdom's military, they followed your father’s orders first, but yours second and there was no one with skill that could compare to yours… save for the immediate royal guard. Three knights and a mercenary.

One of those knights, Wonho, and the mercenary, Changkyun, were assigned to your father's quarters. Wonho had brute strength, able to fight off at least 25 men alone with no weapon. While his demeanor was a bit ditsy and on rare occasions when he was stationed to watch over you, you were sure very little was going on in that pretty head of his, in dangerous situations he seemed to become another man entirely. War certainly knew how to make a man of him and though he’d never show it normally, he knew what he was doing… Changkyun was… an interesting character. Playful and sly, it seemed he was born to become the assassin he was. Sneaky, cunning, and quiet, his job was less so to protect your father and more so to gather information for him. Changkyun was the reason your father was so informed on the foreign nations and areas surrounding the kingdom.

That left only your sister’s knight Hyungwon and your knight Kihyun. The two were partners in crime despite their stark differences in demeanor. Hyungwon was tall, quiet, and stoic, that is until your sister became involved. Around her, the blunt killer became a pile of mush. Staring and longing after your sister sweetly, he was working hard not only to protect her but to rank up just once more in order to be allowed to marry her. Of course, they both knew that, but he was respectful and dutiful nonetheless. Showing nothing more than his unmistakable blush around her. Their love was cute, much like the love you read about in the novels your kingdom’s commoners would leave for you as gifts.

Your relationship with Kihyun, however, was nothing of the sort. He was annoyingly coy, ridiculously witty, and was truthfully (though you’d never admit it to him) the only person you regarded as completely equal. The only member of the guard to never have lost to you in a sparring match, as well as the only knight to put up with your ridiculous and surprisingly childish antics.

The ones that left you as you were tonight, draped in a common peasant’s garb, a large hood pulled over your head, standing just beyond the walls of the castle. Kihyun by your side dressed the same way, only starkly more unhappy.

He sighs with annoyance, “Why must you sneak out like this princess?”

You don’t even spare him a glance as you continue your small journey, “Sir Kihyun if you didn’t wish to accompany me, why must you burden me with your ever-incessant presence.”

Kihyun lets out a dry chuckle, “Presumably for the same that you burden me with your incessant need to chase after trouble.”

“Kihyun, have you lost all manners? Is this any way to speak to your princess?”

“Oh please! Spare me, if I truly regarded you in any such way, I’m almost convinced you would have my head.”

“Truthfully, if I could have your head, I would already.” You roll your eyes, even in the darkness. He laughs loudly at your remark and you turn around to swat at him for his loud outburst, “Shh!” you exclaim with slight panic, “Lord above Kihyun, for someone so worried about me getting caught and being led into danger, you sure are comfortable with your recklessness.”

He smirks behind you, it’s an expression you know well enough to be able to make out in the moonlight. You punch him in the arm and turn back towards your path. Soon you are at the back door of a large manor. Not quite a castle, but much more than a measly home. You knock three times in rapid succession and the door flies open.

You flip back your hood and are met with a happy face of instant recognition, “Daffodil!” the boy behind the open door exclaims.

“Vernon!” You reply, comfortably returning his excitement. He steps out of the way and you walk inside, quickly gesturing for Kihyun to follow. With a roll of his eyes, he steps inside the door. Watching as the men inside greet you with unknowing informality.

Though he’d never admit it, their comfortability irks him, and it takes everything in him not to sever their hands from their bodies as they pat your back and ruffle your hair.

“Daffodil, my beautiful flower, how are you on this fine evening?” Dokyeom asks with a lovestruck gaze and soft smile. His tan skin glowed underneath the many lit candles and wall-hanging pendant lights.

A small blush creeps along your face at his words and you meet his soft grin with your own, “Dokyeom you flatter me too much and I’ll start to grow a head the size of an ugly pond toad.”

“And even then you’d still be beautiful,” He responds, taking your hand in his own and squeezing it lightly.

Jun and Minhyuk scoff at the same time, their dignity obvious in their clothing choices, both sons of the kingdom's most well-known marquises.

“Truly Dokyeom, must you take our lovely flower all for yourself?” Jun says, stepping beside you.

“My thoughts exactly,” Minhyuk remarks with a smile, as he pries Dokyeom’s hand from yours.

Dokyeom pouts but before he can respond Wonwoo looks up from his book, “I’d be forever grateful if you’d all cease your meaningless speaking.”

“Oh bite it Wonu,” you reply playfully, “your life would return to being nothing but drab menagerie had I not made a presence within it.”

“No Daffodil,” he begins, placing his eyes back on the pages in front of him, “It would return to peace and tranquility.”

Seungkwan scoffs, “Don’t listen to him Daffodil, he’s happy that you visit us during these clear nights.”

“We all are. My life has become more beautiful since you entered it, my lovely flower,” Minhyuk smiles, placing a kiss on your hand. Your blush returns in an instant.

“However,” Jun begins, stalking over to Kihyun who had chosen to hang back by the door, “It seems we were not only blessed with our lovely Daffodil’s presence but that of an unbecoming weed’s as well.”

You whip your head around to see Kihyun straighten up at the obvious jab, arms crossing over his defined chest, his gaze darkening. Pulling your hand from Minhyuk’s with a quick, apologetic glance, you walk over to step in between your knight and Jun.

“Jun, I’d very much appreciate it if you didn’t disrespect my company with your foul attitude and sharp tongue.”

“Really, DaffodiI,” Kihyun spits harshly, but you cut him off with a pleading look.

Jun just laughs and pulls you in for a hug with unwarranted comfortability that makes Kihyun stiffen and you lightly yelp in shock, “Oh Daffodil, you’re so cute when you get serious like that!”

You scoff in disbelief as you try to pull away from him, “Junhui you let me go right this instant!”

Vernon laughs, “How unbecoming of you Jun, to hug a commoner like this and in front of her suitor nonetheless.”

“Absolutely ruthless,” Seungkwan snickers right beside him.

“Suitor?” Junhui and Dokyeom ask in simultaneous shock.

You look at them with wide eyes. Kihyun immediately began denying the rumor before it could take off anymore, “I hate to disappoint you all, but she is nothing more than a childhood friend. Please do not let your brain wander off with these crazy ideals and spun tales. I would no sooner vie for her love than I would that of a snail.”

Before another word could be spoken there is a knock at the door of the library from the inside. Wonwoo quickly looks up from his book and casts his gaze among the commoners within, “Go, quickly, I’ll see you all tomorrow night,” he whispers curtly, something of an apologetic grimace dancing across his features.

Everyone scrambles hurriedly, hushed goodbyes and chaste kisses blown between friends are sent as each of you departs quickly from the backdoor from whence you came. Once outside and departing from the rest of your friends, Kihyun finally speaks.

“Your friends are quite the charmers, Daffodil, but it would seem to me that anyone would want to return to them if they were receiving that same treatment.”

You stop walking and turn to him, your expression cold, “And whatever is that supposed to mean, Sir Kihyun?”

His tone shifts a bit, more careful perhaps, “I just meant, that they all seem quite taken to you,”

“So you are implying that I only return in order to be wooed by smitten commoners?”

“Well, no your Highness, I simply…”

“Sir Kihyun, I suggest you find something to do, other than throw wild accusations around. Have you anything more to say, it would behoove you to keep it to yourself.” You reply curtly.

“Yes, Princess.”

Soon you are back at the castle and in your room where your two ladies-in-waiting are doing just that, waiting. When they catch glimpse of you from outside of your quarters they rush to your side and quickly usher you back into your room.

“Princess, we must get you cleaned up and ready for bed, your father gave word to Wonho who passed along word to us, in order to let you know that a prince will be visiting from a kingdom across the seas, who is looking to court you!” Marie speaks excitedly, only to be met with Jade’s further excitement.

“Oh, princess! Isn’t it romantic? Traveling such a long way in order to pursue you!” Jade is giddy as she lays your sleep clothes upon the mattress and Marie begins bathing you in the large tub near the corner of your room.

“It’s just like those princes you speak about, from your novels, are you not excited?” Marie’s brows crease at your lack of response.

The frown only deepens as you speak, “While it sounds lovely, yes, I don’t wish to have a man rule beside me unless I truly love him, and even then, I am more than capable of running this kingdom on my own. Not to even begin upon the thoughts of what he may be like. Being a prince or even handsome, means nothing to me, not truly. If I am made to have a man at my side I’d want him to be stoic and brave, yet witty and charming. I’d want him to have kindness in all aspects of his life and a genuine demeanor,” Now Jade’s expression matches Marie’s as they dry and dress you.

“Truthfully princess,” Jade begins and they both sigh dramatically, unable to fight back the small smiles beginning on their faces, “Does such a man even exist?”

Marie rolls her eyes, “I mean surely not outside of her books.”

“Both of you hush,” you exclaim playfully, “If my sister is able to be courted by a knight such as Hyungwon, a man honestly suited for her, with a demeanor that she could build for her perfect suitor within her dreams, there must be a man out there for me.”

A knock at your door makes all three of you jump, “Princess, may I enter?” It is the voice of Kihyun and so without a second thought, you answer.

“You may.” your response is clipped and both Marie and Jade look at you quizzically. You shoo off their confusion and curiosity quickly, before crossing your arms and turning your gaze into something chilly and uninviting. When Kihyun opens your door, you look with kind eyes toward your ladies and dismiss them softly.

They both giggle in understanding as they curtsy politely and excuse themselves. They give quick curtsies to Kihyun, which he meets with a bow as they exit, whispering and murmuring to one another.

You look quickly at Kihyun and then back to the floor in front of you as you seat yourself on the edge of your bed. Kihyun is back in half armor, as worn during his watching over you around the castle. The clanging of the assorted placed metal was a common, almost comforting sound.

“What can I do for you at such a late hour Kihyun? It is unbecoming of you to ask entrance to my room once you know I’m in my night clothes, so I assume it must be something important.”

Kihyun rolls his eyes at your unnaturally harsh disposition, “I’ve come to apologize princess. I do not wish to see you go to sleep with such an angry demeanor. It doesn’t suit your beautiful features.”

“Oh hush, you know flattery will get you nowhere Kihyun.”

“If this is so, then why does that blush of yours dance across those aforementioned lovely features?” a smirk begins to paint his expression, you can hear it in his tone.

“It only does so to betray my true feelings.”

“Oh? Your own body wishes to betray your intent? How unbefitting of my future empress.”

You finally look at him, but it is with a glare. One that does nothing to deter him, instead he chuckles.

“I will have you know Sir Kihyun, that my body only betrays me in moments like this because I find it quite impossible to be genuinely angry with you for long.” You sigh and let your arms fall.

“Is my apology then accepted? Has my empress found it within her heart to extend a hand of forgiveness?”

“Of course, I have, you absolutely wretched soul! And quit calling me your empress, I am not yet to call that title my own and sister says speaking things like that into existence too early could lead to bad things falling unto me or the family.”

Kihyun snorts, “Your sister plays with those gems and reads too many books of magic.”

You fight back your smile, "And even so, I don't wish to risk such a thing."

Kihyun bows his head, still smirking, "Of course not princess. On other matters, I hear a prince from a foreign nation will be on his way to court you on the morrow."

"So I've been told."

Kihyun crosses his arms and cocks his head.

You look at him, playfully batting your eyes, "My ever-dearest knight, this would be the perfect time to confess your undying love for me in an uproarious fit of passion and longing, if you did so desire to do so."

Kihyun smiles at your words and steps near you dropping to one knee, his playfulness only working to one-up your own, "Of course my beloved princess, how could I not absolutely throw myself at you?" His gloved hand comes to rest over his heart as he bows his head, "Please do not marry for it would crush my heart to shambles." He speaks exaggeratedly, struggling to hold back his laughter as he looks up at your flushed face.

His gaze meets yours past the hair that falls upon his forehead as he reaches out and takes your hand, kissing it. You yank your hand away, holding it over your heart.

"Oh for the great lord above, must you always take it so far!" You exclaim hushedly.

"For that same great lord, must you always become so excited by it?" He asks with a chuckle as he stands up and ruffles your hair. "Go to sleep princess, a prince will be waiting to make your acquaintance in only seven hours' time and you've had an adventurous night, so you'll need all the beauty sleep can give you."

"I'm plenty beautiful enough," you huff as you climb under your covers.

"To me? Yes. To a prince of a foreign nation? That has yet to be seen. Good night my empress," he stops only to look at you, bow, and correct himself.

"I apologize, my princess,"

"Good night Kihyun, please watch over me well tomorrow."

"Of course. Don’t I always?"

And the chamber doors shut, leaving you to stare at the ceiling and wonder why your heart fluttered so vehemently when your Sir Kihyun knelt in front of you, your hand in his.

– –

When the morning arrives you are met with the curt knock of Kihyun’s heavy hand upon your chamber door.

"Y/n," his stern voice echoed into your sleep, “The sun is rising and you have a long day ahead of you.”

He is met with what had become your usual groan of disdain. A sound to which his only reply is a louder knock, “Princess, should you put off waking up any longer, the prince will arrive to see you in a more than unbecoming state.”

“Shut your mouth, there is not one state that I’ve ever existed in, in which I was anything other than downright bewitching.” You grumble, now standing face to face with him, having climbed out of your bed and opened the large wooden doors, separating the two of you. Your hair stands wildly atop your head, he only laughs and pats down the pieces straying away.

“Marie is running a bit late, but she will be here shortly to get you dressed and ready to meet the prince,” Kihyun says with a tone that rings matter-of-fact, and as if hearing him, Marie steps up behind him.

She is a flustered mess, a bit out of breath, and holding what seems to be a large gown, tightly in her arms. “Princess,” she heaves as her full breaths struggle to reach her lungs, “I have come to you late and for that, I offer my apologies, but I promise it was with good reason!” Marie is giddy and she does her best to politely push past Kihyun.

He gives with a small smile and a roll of his eyes. Once in the room, Marie turns around and smiles at Sir Kihyun before shutting the door in his face.

You quickly find out that her wondrous surprise is indeed a dress, but one made for your mother years ago. “It is a gift from your father, princess!” Marie exclaims, “This was the dress that your mother wore when the emperor first extended his hand as her suitor.”

You can’t help but smile despite the sadness you feel. Your father was very caring but often left you wondering about his true hidden emotions, and yet here they were plainly splayed out in front of you. It was your mother’s dress, something he must have held onto with a heavy and hopeful heart, and now here it was draping over your body.

When Marie is done dressing you and fixing your hair, she adorns your head with a fancy crown, one saved only for royal necessities such as today's endeavors. As you stand and greet her, a gasp leaves her lips, “My dearest princess, you look beautiful.” Her eyes dampen with tears and yours do the same, “Simply put princess, I believe this prince will fall head over heels for you. He may skip right over the courting and immediately, without a second thought, ask for your hand in marriage.”

You sigh, but the soft smile doesn’t fall from your lips, even as things begin to go terribly wrong. After a rush to the throne room, a near horrific happenstance of almost damaging the dress (due to some careless guards), and the nervous butterflies settling in your stomach as the prince goes an hour past his set arrival time, you maintain face. If not for yourself then for your father, who fidgets almost unnoticeable.

When the doors to the throne room open, both you and your father sit up straighter. The nervousness multiplies within you tenfold, only to turn into immediate dread when the only person to be announced and entered is the prince’s messenger and not the prince.

The messenger bows deeply and offers you an almost apologetic glance before averting his eyes by placing their gaze upon the unraveled scroll in front of him.

“Your highnesses, I come bearing words from my Prince, Seungcheol of Valhalla, if I may be so honored as to speak them,” the boy's voice is clear and echoes gently across the large, mostly empty room.

Your father looks to you, and you take your queue. Your voice elegant, but bold. Even without raising it much at all, your words cut through the air, “You may proceed.” Your command is accompanied by the curt nod of your father. As the messenger reads, your eyes turn cold, and your demeanor turns to stone as you try to drown out the way your heart aches.

“His regard reads as such your Majesty, ‘I, Prince Seungcheol, wish to extend a hand of apology, as it pains me to say that which follows. Due to an unforeseen battle, I am needed at war front and will be unable to be graced by the presence of the Princess of Rosaria at this time. It troubles me to bring such cold news after having been the one to reach out to the gracious emperor to vie for his daughter's hand in matrimony. Though I wish I could extend the hand further and ask for a bit more time, I am not a dishonest man, and so I could not lie and say it would not be for far longer than any man of any stature should keep a beautiful woman and her kingdom waiting. It is with this knowledge that I must retract my extension of courtship. I hope this does not dampen our ties as kingdoms, nor do I hope to paint myself or my kingdom in a negative light in the eyes of the rulers of Rosaria. Please wish me well and know that Valhalla still holds its pledge of allegiance.”

You fight back your tears on the throne and though your father would normally be filled with rage, watching your face fall ever so slightly, is more than enough for him to forget all about the messenger before him. Without allowing for too much hesitation or sadness, your voice is once again finding its way into the air, slicing it with its cool frigidity.

“Tell your prince that it is quite noble of him to choose to protect his kingdom over the possibility of courtship, so I hold no malice towards him or his people. Please make it very clear that it is because of this nobility that we, the kingdom of Rosaria, do not wish to cut ties, but instead form a strong alliance in the future. If a prince cares so much for his people that he would risk losing relations with a Kingdom with more resources than his own, I know that he is someone we could trust. Thank you for traveling all this way to deliver such news. I am grateful to you for your dedication and hard work. You are pardoned, please be on your way.”

The messenger bows deeply, “Thank you for your kindness, I will deliver your message well. Please remain healthy, your majesty.” He raises his head and turns towards your father, bowing once more, “Your grace.” The emperor nods and the messenger quickly departs.

Once the room is empty, you can’t help the one tear that falls down your otherwise regal and unphased, expressionless face. “My daughter,” the emperor begins, placing his hand atop your own, “Please know-”

You smile up at him before standing and patting down your dress, the smile doesn’t reach your eyes as they begin to fill with tears, “Don’t worry father, this isn’t the first time something of this nature has happened. I’m sorry to disappoint you, I’ll work harder at finding someone to court me.”

“Y/n, this isn’t your fault, it never is,” he says sweetly, his heart breaking for you.

“But even you were excited this time father,” you reply, gesturing to your mother’s dress that adorns your body, “Next time I’ll make sure not to waste something so special.”

Before he can speak again you are descending the steps and doing your best to exit the room with haste. As the large ornate door closes behind you, the tears begin falling freely. You do your best to keep any sobs to yourself until you are in front of your chamber doors.

In your sadness, you don’t notice your knight waiting for you until you run right into him. You look up at him to apologize but are met with his vague panic instead. Without much thought, Sir Kihyun is cupping your face in order to use his thumbs to wipe away your tears as they fall.

“My dear princess,” his voice barely above a whisper, “what has you showing such a stunning weakness so openly like this?”

Of course, Kihyun already had an idea, but your reaction was not what he had imagined it would be. Kihyun had been on the front steps to welcome the prince upon his arrival. He was the one who first met with the messenger and his rushed apology from the royalty of Valhalla, but he didn’t expect such a reaction as this, from someone like you. Many men had come to court you, only to realize exactly how much of a challenge you really were, and back out. For not one of those men did you cry, but now, for one, you hadn’t so much as seen a drawn depiction of? It didn’t make sense to him, but as he continued to wipe your tears away, the way his heart splintered for you, worked well to remind him that it need not have any understanding to him if it is how you felt.

“He didn’t even show up,” you whispered to him. You grab at Kihyun’s wrists to pull his hands away from your face, so you can fall a bit forward, your forehead resting on his unarmored chest. His hands hang limply by his sides as you bunch up your hands in the fabric of his shirt and sob against him, loudly. The hall around you is empty save for you, him, and your sister’s knight, Hyungwon, who was stationed outside of her chambers. “This dress belonged to my mother,” you cry out, “Father was so excited for me. Hells! I was excited. I thought maybe this one actually wanted to be with me. He asked for me of his own accord and yet even with this, he didn’t come. I look pretty today, Kihyun.” Your voice trails back into a whisper with your last statement and maybe it is because of this that Kihyun’s hands ball up into fists and he begins to fill with rage.

“You always look ravishing, y/n,”

His use of your name so casually, has you standing back up to look at him with shock, your tears slowing their descent only because of surprise, “Kihy-”

“For making you cry like this, I should hunt him down and have his head. To waste such a special dress, such luxury as you putting on your crown, and even more so- your excitement,” his body stiffens further with every angry word, “Perhaps it would be safer for Prince Seungcheol, to die at war, than to return only to be met with his demise at the hand of my sword,” he spits. His gaze falls past you as if in his head he truly is beheading the aforementioned prince.

You release your grip upon his now wrinkled shirt. You do your best to rub out the crinkling, before placing your hand on his muscular chest, “Sir Kihyun, it isn’t like you to address me so casually or to speak so harshly upon the names of those you’ve never even so much as laid eyes upon.”

He looks down at you as you sniffle and a small smile falls across his lips, “Forgive me, princess, it seems I’ve overstepped a few boundaries.”

“I suppose because you stood here so dutifully and let me ruin your clothing that I shall forgive you for your use of my name so informally, and because it is a murder that you wish to commit in honor of my feelings, I’ll forgive your gruesome words and thoughts as well.”

“As always, even in your own emotional state, you are far too kind and forgiving.”

“Ah yes, and if I weren’t that way, you’d not love me so much.”

“There are many reasons for which I love you, y/n.”

Your face flushes and your eyes widen, “Again, my name is said so casually and with a statement such as that? Are you using my vulnerable moments against me, Kihyun?”

“Of course not princess, I would never do such a thing. However, I may be selfish with my timing in trying to woo you.”

“Oh is that what you’re doing, my knight?”

He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, “I couldn’t bear to see you crying and so I might have been having a flirt for a moment, to brighten your mood and show you some honesty.”

“Honesty, you say?”

“But of course my princess, you can’t truly think that I don’t mean at least some of the things I say to you. Perhaps, this is a conversation saved for nightfall, when we can truly discuss it without wandering eyes or ears.” He glances passed you to the in-castle gardener, Xiaojun, who had wandered into the hall. His eyes meet Kihyun’s and he quickly scurries away in fear.

“Are you asking to speak to me alone? At night? How unbecoming of a knight.”

“Yes, but the intrigue has stopped the flowing of your tears and dusted your precious face in a wave of soft pink, so really who seems more sordid, my beloved?”

“Oh stop it Kihyun,” you say as you pull your hand from his, “Truthfully, I’ve just had my heart broken, and here you are already trying to play with it again.”

“I don’t believe I am “playing” this time princess. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by now, could I? You look so alluring and regal that I couldn’t possibly keep these flirtatious and honest thoughts to myself.”

You huff and walk into your room and he laughs aloud to himself.

“She seemed a bit genuine in that anger, Kihyun” Hyungwon calls from down the hall.

“Perhaps she was this time,” Kihyun responds, still chuckling, “But I meant what I said.”

“Perhaps that was the problem.” Hyungwon rolls his eyes as Kihyun walks past him and pats him on the shoulder.

It isn’t long before Wonho appears and takes Kihyun’s place in front of your chamber doors.

– –

When night falls, Kihyun returns to your chamber doors. His normally heavy hand falls a bit softer upon the wood, as Wonho’s eyes fall anywhere that isn’t on his shorter superior.

A soft, “You may enter,” is barely heard through the thick of the door, but Kihyun’s trained ears could pick up on a skip of your heartbeat in the middle of the packed ballroom, so the call instantly has him opening your door and slipping in.

Outside the door, Hyungwon and Wonho share knowing looks from down the hall, but inside the room, your maid is excusing herself through a side door and you are standing to face your knight.

It takes everything within him not to let his eyes fall upon your nightgown-clad body, but even though his gaze never leaves your own you find yourself blushing softly, “What is a knight of your rank doing in my bed chambers at such an hour?” Your voice is playful but sad with softness.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips, “Really shouldn’t I be asking you, what someone of your stature is doing letting a knight of my rank enter your bed chambers during the night?”

“Perhaps we are both guilty of inappropriate actions then,” you respond quickly.

Kihyun doesn’t respond, for too long you stand and stare at one another before he approaches you, “Please know that all the actions I make from this moment on are meant in truth and fueled by a desperate longing that I have been unable to rid myself of for quite some time.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but before you can speak the knight is taking your hand and kneeling before you. His eyes hold a scorching truth within their burning gaze as he begins speaking.

“Princess y/n, of Rosaria, I have watched over you for so many years that I find it hard to recall a time that we weren’t side-by-side. You are the very reason for each breath that I take. You are the reason I wake in the morning. You are the reason I have continued to work diligently, you are the night, the day, the stars, the sky, the moon, and the sun. You are the object of all of my desires. It is because of this that I have asked your father’s permission to court you. Should you allow me your hand, I promise to hold it for every moment in which I am alive, and should you allow me your love, I would be the happiest man to have ever been graced with existence.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, but his gaze never falters.

“Sir Kihyun, I-”

“If you need time to think it through, I understand, for even you contemplating the premise seems like far more than I am worthy of, your majesty.”

The silence stretches between the two of you, but he does not let go of your hand, nor does he let his eyes fall from yours. Just as he is about to speak once more, you cut him off. Your posture shifted taller, regality boiling and dripping from your words, “I need not think upon it any further than I just have. Sir Kihyun, not only do I accept your courtesanship, I will meet with my father for discussion upon cutting the time period in half.”

Now it is Kihyun’s turn to be stunned, his eyes widen to match how yours had been just moments before, “P-princess-”

“Should you have truly meant what you said, then I wouldn’t want to keep this passion of yours festering for any longer than I already have. Perhaps it was cruel of me to not notice your feelings earlier.”

At this Kihyun laughs. The knight rises back to his feet, pulling you into him. He pats your head as it rests on his chest, “You are unlike any woman I have ever met princess, truly, must you always keep me on my toes? What am I to do with you and your rash thinking? Your father will have both our heads come tomorrow.”

You sniffle a bit, face flushed, heart hammering, the feeling of comfort sinking deeply into your bones, “I just want to make sure you were to make good on your words and I am ill of being alone, my knight.”

He chuckles somewhat dryly, “Silly little princess, you’ve only ever been alone in your mind, and that is the most selfish action you’ve ever taken.”

You look up at him with watery eyes and he smiles at you softly. Your eyes move in tandem, glancing from matching gazes to too-close lips. Without thinking the knight leans down and presses his mouth to yours. An absurd action that you would normally throw a fit about, but instead you push closer to him.

His lips are chapped against yours. His hand cups your head at the nape of your neck, even though the kiss does not deepen. The two of you stay, lips touching, for far longer than a few skips of a heartbeat. Far longer than anyone who is unwed should be doing such a thing.

When Kihyun pulls away it is with obvious strength, his brows furrowing as he takes a deep breath and cups your face in both hands, “My love, it seems as though we have both forgotten who and where we are.”

“Had that statement been true my knight, I think you would have acted with less composure.”

Kihyun smirks, “Just you wait, once we are wed, you are going to think you have married a beast.”

You gasp and smack your knight lightly on the chest, “Kihyun! Don’t say such things.”

He laughs heartily at your embarrassment, “Don’t worry, my empress, the only thing around to hear us are the frogs and cicadas.”

He lets go of your face and takes a step back, bowing to you deeply, “As much as I don’t want to take my leave, the hour only gets later, and you need rest should you really make conversation with your father tomorrow.”

“O-of course, you should rest as well, my knight.” you can’t find his eyes with your own, so you cast your look upon your hands that are now folded properly in front of you.

Kihyun nods and walks to your door, pushing it open just a crack before speaking again, “I cannot wait until I can kiss you like that each night. Until then, I’ll treasure this moment, as well as that cute and, well, submissive look on your face.”

“S-sir Kihyun!” you exclaim in shock.

“Good night my love, dream only of me,” Is all he says as he slips out of your room.

Wonho and Marie try to cast their gazes away from him as if they weren’t just pressed against the thickness of the door eavesdropping.

Hyungwon from down the hall, is not so coy, “Truthfully did you kiss her?”

Kihyun beams at him, “Who’s to say?”

Hyungwon rolls his eyes and scoffs as Kihyun snickers, “Good night to you all, the next time you see me this happy, it’ll be when I am stood waiting for her at the altar.”

Wonho grins, “I look forward to the day sir.”

“If he doesn’t get himself beheaded before then,” Marie mumbles, crossing her arms.

Kihyun beams, all the way back to the barracks.

– –

To say that the conversation with your father went well would be, surprisingly, an understatement. Maybe it was because of the way your smile never seemed to leave your lips or maybe it was because even at that moment, when the both of you were obviously afraid, Kihyun stood diligently by your side, just as he always had.

Though the emperor did not show much approval for Sir Kihyun’s timing initially, it seemed as though you were teeming and bubbling with nothing short of dangerous excitement. When he cast his gaze upon the two of you, it took everything within his power not to allow his gaze to soften and eyes to weep. The two of you draped the emperor in melancholic remembrance, as he looked upon you both only to see your mother and his younger self staring back at him.

“Sir Kihyun,” the king’s voice booms, “You will have 4 weeks' time to prove your undying love for her. Should any mistakes be made, the repercussions will fall unto you, tenfold.”

Kihyun presses a flat palm over his heart and bows deeply, “I understand, your majesty.”

Your father nods, before sending Kihyun on his way, leaving the two of you alone, “Is this really what you want, my darling?”

“Yes, father.” Your certainty falls heavily between the two of you.

“Please do not make this decision in the haste of heartbreak or loneliness. Your well-being and happiness are what is most important in times such as this. Should this man cause harm to you, his position is at stake, and should you allow yourself to be too caught up in this unassuming whirlwind, the kingdom could be at stake in the future. This is a procession that is moving with haste that I didn’t know a calling of marriage, such as this, could have. Should Kihyun have been any other man, I would have had his tongue for even proposing such an idea.” His words were no more than a farce, he was sure you knew that, but rather than draw attention to it if you did, you simply nodded, bowed to him deeply, and excused yourself with a smile still tugging at the corner of your lips.

As soon as you were sure that the door was closed behind you, you let your happiness dance confidently across your face. Only to hear Kihyun chuckle softly.

“My Princess, if I didn’t know any better,” he grabbed your wrist in his hand and began pulling you away from your father’s office, “I’d almost believe you had been granted the one thing you’ve always dreamed of, with a reaction like yours.”

You smile wide and nod firmly, “I am being granted the thing I’ve always dreamt of.”

Sir Kihyun stops and turns to you, brow arched inquisitively, “What do you mean?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I have always dreamt of marriage with someone whom I can trust and share a bond with, and now I’ve been granted the luxury of only having to wait 4 weeks for that dream to be my reality.”

For once Kihyun is at a loss for words, the blush spreading across his face works to mimic the one that is normally fallen upon yours. You grin at him widely, “Now tell me, my knight, whatever is that crimson shade doing dusting your handsome face?”

You do your best to mimic his normally mocking tone and he scoffs. Looking away from you he proceeds to begin walking again, with haste that leaves you lightly jogging to keep up with him, should you not and his grip on your wrist not falter, you’d be face first on the ground.

“There is not even a hint of color on my face, past my skin tone, princess,” he finally responds, the embarrassment evident in his voice. You can’t help but giggle at this new change in his demeanor.

– –

The following days are spent like any other. Training, studying, discussing new foreign policies with your father, sitting in on your sister’s vocal lessons. The only difference is now Kihyun is stood a bit closer to you, his hands often finding ways to brush against your own.

If anyone notices, and you’re sure that they do, they don’t say anything. Apparently, Kihyun’s proposal was only a shock to you, as everyone else has remained unbothered and unphased, the only comments about the blooming love were made in passing and about you. Words of praise about how you had become “even softer and kinder as a princess” and how your “beautiful smile seemed to be worn with more commonality than before.” And though you were not one to be supercilious in any way, you couldn’t help but feel that the statements made were true.

Kihyun made it apparent to you that he was truly in love. Small actions that had been weaved into his everyday mannerisms, as if he had been waiting patiently all this time, for the moment when he could begin treating you this way.

Any moment that he was allowed to stand alone with you, your hand was in his, his lips brushing against your ear as gave hushed whispers tinged with love, promising you the forevers you’d only read of in your books.

Any moment he was not by your side he was working diligently to even further excel in any way he could, working with more assiduity to insure that no one could possibly claim he be fit for any other place than right by your side as he had already been for years. Every day of training was filled with grumbles from the other knights about how your love must only be fueling him with more strength and how unfair it was that he had taken the beloved princess for himself after all this time.

Any time the knights had to watch the two of you spar, the tension filled the grounds. They found you to be winning more often against your soon to be husband, as if the strength you gave him only returned to you 10 fold. Kihyun’s grin was the brightest when your sword was at his throat.

2 weeks passed quickly, time seeming to be propulsed forward with your excitement as it grew each and every day. Your days went from being filled with sparring and educational training to wedding planning.

Your maids kept you swept up in it all, from the food to the flowers your brain was quickly becoming enraptured by the fulfillment of your most lifelong dream.

By week 3, you could barely contain yourself. The invitations were being sent out far and wide, royal messengers arriving each day to announce the attendance of their sovereignty, to what was quickly becoming the most talked about celebrations in all the lands. Even the townsfolk were delivering gifts and well-wishes to their most beloved princess. Excitement bustled through the streets.

Though you allowed Kihyun very little say in the marital preparation, much to his pleasure and peace of mind, he did make sure that your friends whom he’d met on that late night a month or so ago; would be in attendance.

When he told you this, without a thought you hugged him with glee, only to remember yourself moments later– releasing him quickly and straightening yourself, face rosey and smile bright. It was the things like this that made you sure of your choice (as if you’d been having any second thoughts in the first place).

– –

When the wedding day finally arrived, you were swept away by the love being shown to you. All of the people you loved the most in attendance, accompanied by the names and faces of people you’d only known because it was your duty to do so. Your husband stood diligently by your side, a special suit adorning his body, sword still placed upon his hip. You greeted everyone with a blinding brilliance that many couldn’t help but comment on.

The commoners that you called your friends had been garnished in lovely clothing made of fabrics they’d never so much as touched prior to this day. Kihyun had made sure that they would be dressed as such so that they could greet you properly and be seated alongside you during the banquet. Each of them approaches you with love and a new air of dignity. Junhui prided himself on the clothing he’d chosen for them from his father’s shops. You promised them each an explanation of why you had lied about who you were, dated for some time later in the week when the festivities had ended.

A week into your proposal with Kihyun any doubts had fled your mind, but to know he went out of this way for you– working with Wonwoo and Junhui, to find a way to allow those you loved so dearly as family, a way into the ceremony you’d been dreaming of… it all just made you love him even more, a feat you would have thought impossible if the feeling weren’t flooding you in that moment.

The two of you greeted so many guests that you felt your lips may dry and shrivel off your faces, especially Kihyun, who had never been one for overwhelming amounts of interaction like this. His eyes often finding yours in a sort of begging to be set free from the responsibility. It would only make you giggle and give his hand a gentle squeeze, before you were greeting yet another face that would only blur further and further into the night.

It wasn’t until you greeted the last guest, that you felt the ardent flames of attentivity return to Kihyun. It was as if the fire that burned inside of him was set anew as a man only an inch taller than Kihyun himself, approached. It was a face that you didn’t know and one that Kihyun had etched into his memory for this moment alone.

Before you could speak to him, or the man could speak to you, Kihyun’s voice was filling the space. A dark hatred burning in his eyes, his voice curt and null of formalities, “Seungcheol,” Kihyun bowed his head, though his eyes never left the eyes of the man he spoke to, “How honorable of you to find time to attend our nuptials.”

Prince Seungcheol’s eyes flicked to Kihyun, a gaze just as dark and uproarious as his. The prince nodded back, “I could not allow myself to miss seeing the princess as beautiful as this, even if it was not the two of us to be hand in hand.”

Your smile faltered as Seungcheol spoke.

He then took your gloved hand in his own and bowed deeply before you, placing a kiss upon your knuckles, “I’m sure the softness of this silk only mirrors the softness of the skin underneath, Princess,” Kihyun’s body stiffened as Seungcheol spoke, “I apologize that I couldn’t take my rightful place beside you before you were made to,” his eyes flicked to your husband and then once again back to you, “settle.”

Kihyun’s sword was drawn before you could even process the motion or the princes’ words. The tip of the weapon grazing Seungcheol’s neck. The action was accompanied by a mirrored action from the prince’s knight, Sir Jihoon.

“Watch your tongue,” Kihyun spat, coldly.

A smirk on Seungcheol’s face, his lips still pressed to your hand. It was Jihoon who spoke for him, “Watch your weapon.” No emotion was caught in his tone, but his eyes said everything they needed to.

Kihyun and Jihoon exchanged a heated gaze, neither of their weapons faltering.

The large crowd that had been wrapped up in their own conversations and musings, began to fall quiet as eyes began to fall on the scene playing out before them.

You cleared your throat and stood taller, “Both of you brandish your weapons and stop making a fool of me.”

Kihyun didn’t move until Seungcheol stood and nodded at Jihoon, who did as he was told. He then followed in suit. Seungcheol let go of your hand gently and you curtsied to him politely.

“I apologise for the actions of my right hand,” he motioned to Jihoon, who bowed apologetically towards you, “he was only doing as he is trained to do.”

“Your highness, I am honored that you could make it to my wedding,” your tone is curt and no one misses the fact that you do not apologize for the actions of your husband. This makes Kihyun’s heart soar.

“I hope you will stay long enough to celebrate the love being rejoiced in this evening. Please make yourself comfortable and enjoy everything this banquet has to offer! I am honored that you could grace my husband and I, with your presence this time and I hope you’ll find that the festivities are to your liking.”

You beamed as you grabbed the hand of your husband, “If you’ll excuse us, we’ve had quite a long day and would love to partake in the festivities ourselves, with a love such as this, it has been quite hard to contain my excitement. I hope you understand.”

Seungcheol’s smirk wavered for nothing more than a split second, before he bowed once again, “Of course, your majesty, I would hate to keep you away from your festivities.”

“Thank you Prince Seungcheol,” you replied with a lightness to your tone, “And for brevity's sake, I can assure you that I did not settle.”

With that, you curtsied to Sir Jihoon, and drug your husband towards your seats at the head of the room.

Kihyun beamed with pride and great dignity. He helps you to your seat and then takes his place beside you, opting to stand rather than fill the seat placed for him.

You watch as ladies in the room swoon at the action and the lively commotion of the reception continues.

“I apologise for my actions princess, I allowed my emotions to get the better of me,” Kihyun tries to sound shameful, but he can’t stop the upward turn of his lips.

“Though it was a bit embarrassing, I cannot say that it didn’t woo me a bit,” you reply, not meeting his eyes, knowing that his coy and spreading grin would only work your nerves.

Kihyun chuckles, “These must be the privileges that come along with the title of Prince Consort.”

You push air past your lips, “No. These are the privileges that come with being the one I love.”

Before Kihyun can begin to reply, the sound of a horn floods the grand ballroom followed by the clear voice of the castle's speaker “His Majesty enters, Emperor Son Hyunwoo.”

Everyone quickly bows, you and your husband do the same.

The king’s hearty laugh fills the room, “Rise,” he booms, “tonight is a night of celebration and pride, as my eldest daughter and her most trusted knight join one another in matrimony,” your father’s smile is brighter than you’ve seen it in ages, “Everyone drink ‘til your heart's content, eat ‘til your belly is full, and celebrate the love that is in the air. Now-,” he gestures as your younger sister enters the room, “please welcome my youngest who is here to give her own special gift to the couple of the evening.”

The room erupts in applause as your sister beams at you and you return the happiness. Everyone clears the floor as your father takes a seat upon the throne and your sister makes her way to stand beside him. Her beautiful voice echoes through the silence of the hall as Kihyun leads you to the middle of the ballroom floor.

He bows deeply and extends his hand, which you take with ease. You two waltz around the floor with practiced expertise. The warmth of your smiles spreading contagiously around the room. No guest can help the heat in heart as the two of you grin lovingly at one another.

A laugh bubbling out of your throat from time to time at some joke that only the two of you shared.

When your sister’s lovely gift of heavenly vocals stops filling the space, the applause begins again. She rushes down the steps to hug you and congratulate you herself. Even hugging Kihyun as everyone gushes about the closeness of your family both biological and of wedlock. As soon as she comes, she is gone, being whisked away by Duke Wonwoo and trailed dutifully by her knight.

– –

As the night goes on, both you and Kihyun are finally able to leave the party, announcing to everyone to enjoy themselves thoroughly and thanking them again for coming to support the two of you being joined in holy matrimony.

When the two of you reach your chambers, you stop outside the door and make quick work of removing your shoes. Kihyun follows suit, but you pay him no mind, thoughts focused on not tripping over your wedding gown. You hug him and kiss him on the cheek, thanking him for staying by your side and giving you a magical wedding. As you go to pull away he doesn’t let go, instead he quirks a brow and looks at your quickly flustering expression.

“And where, by gods, do you think you’re going?”

It is at this moment you realize he is without shoes too, followed by the seemingly forgotten knowledge that he will not be leaving you tonight. Your face flushes as the cogs in your brain speed up, causing your malfunction. To be wed is to consummate.

“Oh- well, I just, I-” Kihyun leans down kissing the corner of your mouth and then your cheek and then your neck. Nippling playfully, making you gasp in embarrassment.

He smiles against your skin and you push at his broad chest, “K-Kihyun!,” you exclaim, “We are still in the hallway.”

“I apologise,” there is no sincerity.

“It’s just that you seemed in a rush to get rid of me and I was only following your lead of haste,” his voice is light but his eyes don’t seem to match.

“I-” you begin, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. Kihyun laughs before pulling away long enough to push open your chamber door and whisk you inside.

Though he would have had you believe that he would make quick work of you, you find yourself surprised at his slow and reverent restraint. He presses his lips to yours chastly, before turning you around. His nimble fingers come to the tied silk of your wedding gown.

“You’d think Marie and Jade set out to make sure I would never be able to rid you of these garments,” Kihyun’s voice is laced with a simple frustration, not being all that adept at getting women out of their clothing.

You giggle breathily, your heart thrumming as you feel the fabric slowly but surely loosening around you, “You’re doing well my knight, do not fret.”

Kihyun undoes the final bow and his calloused fingers brush against your bare shoulders, as he gently pulls the fabric from your body, “Please, my dearest,” his tone tender and his words breathy, “We’ve just been wed–” The dress pools around your ankles in a pile of expensive silks and lace, Kihyun walks back to your front, fighting to keep his eyes on yours (instead of your now bare breasts). He extends his hand to you, and helps you step from the inside the puddle of fabric, before pulling you into his chest, “I would hope you’d call me your husband…” He brings his lips to your ear and nips at it, making you shiver in his embrace.

“Perhaps even your lover.” He grins at you cheekily as he pulls away from you. Taking the time to gather up your gown and hang it over the shoji screen. For some reason, even this simple task had you swooning. When Kihyun turned back towards you, you couldn’t help but shield yourself, hands coming to cover your breasts from his gaze.

At this he chuckles, but doesn’t say anything, instead he unbuttons and shrugs off his jacket before throwing it over the shoji screen as well. His fine silk undershirt follows and makes home atop the jacket.

“Now it seems we are both left barren,” you avert your eyes, a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your face is alight, and hues of embarrassment only darken as you hear the buckle of your husband's belt unclasping. This he does throw to the floor and he discards his pants haphazardly. “Actually, I believe that now we are more closely related terms.”

Kihyun walks back to you and grabs your face. Your soft jaw cupped by his hardened hands, his eyes burning into yours, “I cannot permit you to look at anything other than me tonight, my dearest. I want to be the only thing you think of, the only thing worthy of your gaze.” He brings one hand to cover yours that still covers you, instead bringing it to his exposed chest. Your breath hitches at even this, but the air completely stops its circulation as he drags your hand down the ripple of his abs. Completely enraptured, you aren’t sure when you begin moving your hand of your own volition. He continues cupping your cheek, his expression one of amusement, as you take your time tracing every scar and hard line of his built physique.

When you finally bring your hand over his heart, he captures it in his again, and gives it a gentle squeeze, making your gaze meet his, “Do you feel how this heart of mine beats for you, my love?” he flattens your hand under his own. Watching you with soft eyes as you nod at him dreamily.

“Will you allow me, dearest, to have my way with you tonight?”

Again you nod, but he continues to stare at you, a burning expectancy engulfing you like flames until you make yourself speak, “Yes, husband, I do.”

The word feels foreign on your tongue but you haven’t much time to roll it around before Kihyun is scooping you up with a small grunt of strength. He bridal carries you to the bed and places you gently upon it.

Scrambling to right yourself, you lean back against your pillows, heart hammering in your chest as you take bated breath after bated breath. Kihyun climbs on to your bed from the end of it. Kneeling, he grabs your ankle and leans down to kiss it. This is the first of many as he kisses up your legs slowly, lovingly. Each press of his lips against your skin sends shivers of electricity through your body. Alternating from one leg to the other, until he has moved up to fully spread your legs, his fingers hooking under the hem of your bloomers, slowly helping to remove them until you were splayed under him, revealed in your entirety.

Kihyun’s chest heaved as his eyes darkened with the blowing of his pupils.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he ogled you unabashedly, “I can’t believe the gods have blessed me in this way.” Tentatively he ran his hands over your soft, supple skin. Fingers trailing over your shoulders and down the swell of your breasts, stopping momentarily to circle your budding nipples. This sensation makes you gasp, and his eyes quickly move to your face, “Sensitive girl.” Kihyun hums, continuing down your chest to your round tummy.

You tense under him as he continues to map out every inch of your plush form, his grip becoming harsh enough to elicit more gasps, before once again becoming gentle.

Every time you twitch or whimper, Kihyun grows harder. He seems to have kept you distracted enough with his intense gaze and roaming hands, that you haven’t noticed. Though he seems in control, he is certainly more nervous than he lets on.

While this is not his very first time, it is significantly more important, more special. And in truth, he has never felt so desperate. His actions aren’t slow because he wants them to be, but rather because they have to be.

“Love, I hope you don’t mind the lewd actions that I will take henceforth,” his voice is strained as he speaks. He backs away and settles into the bed between your thick thighs, his big hands hooking underneath your legs, spreading them. You watch him nervously, incredulously, as he kisses and nips at the tender flesh of your inner thigh. When he begins sucking dark marks onto your supple flesh you whine, hips canting up despite yourself. The feeling foreign. Enticing.

Kihyun smiles against your skin and continues until your thighs are covered in love bites.

Without warning, though you are sure it wouldn’t have helped at all, Kihyun presses his lips to your vulva, planting a kiss on your most intimate area. Your eyes shoot open as you look at him incredulously.

“Wha– What are you doing?!”

Kihyun is smug, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip, “Oh? Is this not something they’ve done in any of those books you’ve read, dearest?”

You shake your head quickly, “No! It is not! I have never-” Your husband cuts you off.

“Well then I will have the utmost pleasure of showing you something new. Something only I can do for you.” Kihyun’s eyes gleam before he leans back into you, dragging his tongue properly through your folds. Lapping at your tight hole as your essences slowly begins spilling out of you.

The noises you make with each drag of his tongue only get louder. You cannot stop them from bubbling out of your throat. Your hands find purchase in your husbands, dark, thick locks. Your blunt nails scratch ever so slightly against his scalp, which only spurs him on more (as if your new and lewd sounds weren’t enough).

“B-by Gods, Kihyun!” you cry out in pleasure, as he pushes his tongue inside of you. The sensation new and exciting and stimulating.

“S’sweet, my love,” Kihyun pants against you, voice muffled, “s’wet too.”

If it weren’t for the way your toes curled and your back arched, you’d be able to see that Kihyun was almost enjoying this more than you were. His eyes glazed over as he devoured you. Your tight, untouched walls fluttered around the intrusion that was his tongue. Each push of it inside of you, each drag of the muscle through your folds, each suction of his lips around your clit had more waves of your sweet arousal dousing his taste buds. He felt like a drunkard chasing the never-ending taste of his favorite liquor. Too enthralled with every single thing about you. Your legs shaking, your hips canting and grinding against his face, your angelic cries.

Kihyun lapped at your wet cunny as if he were starved, tracing his tongue messily over every inch, drool only serving to make you wetter.

“Kihyun,” you cried, “This feeling, I can’t–”

“Let go, my sweet, don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

These words alone seemed to snap the last stick of the dam that was built inside you, as you came on his tongue brazenly. Loud, unceremonious moans, echoing through the room as you shook like a leaf. Kihyun continued to work his tongue through your folds and inside of you, drinking up as much of you as he could before you began pulling away.

When he finally managed to pry himself away, he found himself glad that he did, for the look on your face was almost better than your sweet taste. Your eye-lids sat heavy and low, your brows slightly furrowed, a small line of drool dripped from your parted lips, as you sucked in big deep breaths.

Kihyun drags the back of his hand across his jaw, wiping away some of your slick before moving up and bending over you, bringing his already swollen lips to yours. The kiss is hot and languid, one hand’s fingers come to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into him, as the other hand trails back to where his mouth had been moments ago.

You whimper at the taste of yourself on his tongue, at the fire that is reigniting within you. When his fingers drag through your folds, your breath hitches and he pulls away.

“You can’t look at me that way, princess,” Kihyun huffs, blushing, “It is already hard to restrain myself.”

Your parted, wet lips curl into a smile, your hooded gaze meeting his, eyes almost begging him to continue, “I apologise for my inability to mask my anticipation,” your eyes shift with embarrassment, “or my arousal.” Every word is almost whispered and yet each syllable seems to echo through his mind.

“I arouse you, do I?” His tone is playful, “How lucky for me that I am the only one who will ever have the pleasure of doing such.” Kihyun’s fingers circle your clit and he watches in adoration as you mewl and try to grind against nothing, hips searching for more stimulation with each swipe of his lithe digits.

Your hands come to his wrist that is buried between your plush thighs, your eyes water with need, a small and pathetic “please,” tumbling from your lips.

Kihyun couldn’t possibly begin to explain the love that took over his heart or the river of arousal that flooded his veins at just that one syllable, so he doesn’t bother with an explanation at all. Instead his lips meet yours again sloppily, teeth against teeth, unknown where you begin and he ends as he slowly slips a finger into your sopping cunny.

His lips stay on yours as if he’s sucking every sound and breath of air from you that he can. Kihyun’s finger pumps in and out of you at a continuously quickening pace, your gummy walls already squeezing around it. When he presses a second finger inside of you is when he pulls away, a big shining grin on his face as you cry out in pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, taking my fingers like this,” Kihyun coos, “she’s so tight,” his lips meet your ear as he presses a third finger into you, “I know she’ll feel even better wrapped around my cock.”

Your ears are ringing, from his words, from the stretch of his fingers, from the pleasure that ravages your body as he presses his thumb to your clit. A silent scream leaves you as you climax again, creaming around the three fingers he’s shoved inside of you.

Slowly he pulls them out of you and brings them to his lips, tongue wrapping around each, individually, as if he’s savoring the flavor. He never breaks eye contact with you, your glassy eyes watching him as if mystified.

Once he is thoroughly pleased with the cleanliness of his fingers, Kihyun unceremoniously removes his briefs, now fully naked before you. His cock drooped a bit with the weight of his girth, the head of it flushed and leaking a few drops of pre. Without a thought, your tongue licks across your lips, your needy glance once on his eyes, now glued to his dick.

Kihyun brings his hand to stroke himself slowly, and chuckles at the way you swallow thickly. He relishes in the way your eyes seem to follow each lazy drag of his fist, reverently. Just the way you look at him has him twitching against his grasp, small groans pouring out of his throat.

Watching him makes you feel insatiable. Your legs are trembling, your face is covered in drool (whether yours or his is unknown), and your thighs are covered in your own release… and yet, seeing Kihyun bare and hard in front of you, for you, because of you, makes you pulse with need. Never having done something like this makes you feel nervous and the sheer width of his length has you unsure, but your mouth is watering and you can’t stop staring. Each unhurried tug of his cock has you completely enraptured.

“My love,” His voice makes you jump a bit, pulling you from your own mental musings, “you haven’t looked away in quite some time, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were ready to devour me.”

When you look at his face and see his smug expression, you pout, “T-this is all very new to me.”

“And yet when I began stroking myself, you licked your lips like a slut who knew exactly what she wanted.”

Your entire body seemed to set ablaze at these words, brain completely unable to construct any type of reply as Kihyun slotted himself between your legs, “Those books must have more filth in them than I thought, as if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted me to put myself down your throat rather than buried inside of you.”

His ribald comments make you gasp, “K-Kihyun!” your tone shocked and almost chastising, but he only huffs a laugh.

‘You don’t deny the sentiment, though, do you, my sweet?” When you can’t answer him properly, he simpers.

“Next time, okay? Fer now,” Kihyun lifts one of your legs to wrap around his waist, as he grabs the base of his thick shaft and lines himself up with your tight hole, “I’m going to properly make you mine, so just relax and feel good for me.”

You grip firmly on his shoulders and take a deep breath as he pushes the fat mushroom tip of his cock past the tight squeeze of your cunt with a small pop. Already he has to grit his teeth, brows scrunching together as he sucks in air sharply. Your back arching off the bed as he slowly sinks further and further into you.

Each inch has you slipping further and further into painful bliss. The burn not subsiding until he pressed fully inside of you, his heavy balls resting firmly against your ass. Both of you panting, each time your pussy flutters around him, his cock jumps and his eyelids clamp shut. Kihyun completely folds over you, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, as he slowly drags his hips back and then bullies himself back into your tight walls, with a firm and deep thrust.

Your nails claw at his back and you arch into him, “S’good f’me, pretty girl, s’so good.” Kihyun all but whimpers against the column of your throat as he continues the slow and steady rock of his hips.

You want to respond to him, but you can’t do anything other than cling to him and you can no longer form any word other than his name. Tears fully trailing down your face as your cunny sucks him in as deeply as possible.

“I love you,” He groans as he snaps his hips into you harshly for the first time. When the tip of his cock presses against the spongy spot inside of you, the sound you let out is completely unruly, but it doesn’t stop him for even a second. The harsh fucking of himself into you only continues as slurred “I love you’s” continue to tumble out of his mouth.

He ruts into you roughly, pathetically, each stroke making you both incompetent. Words blurring together if coming out at all, often replaced by moans and cries of pleasure.

“Dearest, please, tell me– tell me you love me,” Kihyun begs, his lips ghosting over yours, pressing small kisses to the corners of your mouth. He nibbles on your bottom lip as you moan and he bottoms out over and over again.

“Love you s’much m’husband.” The response he begged for came out broken and warbled, your brain going blank as his tip began kissing your cervix over and over again.

“Ahh– fuck– officially, hhh- fully mine,” Kihyun has completely lost himself in the feeling of you, “Lover– you hhh y’have to s-stop, oh fuck, sucking me i-in like that. S’too much, too good.”

His words don’t help at all, instead doing the opposite. You whine and clench around him as you cum again, milking your husband, your angelic moans turn to pleas as he continues to rut into you. Overstimulation wracking through your body quickly. Your hands go from pushing him away to pulling him close as his hips keep up their now vicious rhythm. You can all but feel him in your throat, as he moves your big thighs to his shoulders and properly folds you. Your plush form squishes as he relentlessly ruts into you.

“Mywifemywifemywife,” he declares over and over as he licks at your neck and fucks into you like a beast. You can’t help how it just hurtsogood. The tightening in your tummy returns as Kihyun starts whimpering in between his murmurs of love and praises for how well you take him.

With one finally pump of his cock into your velvety walls, his teeth are clamping down on your neck and you are both cumming. You cry out softly, the adrenaline seeming to completely evaporate as Kihyun shallowly ruts against you in the aftershocks of his own gratification.

Gently he unfurled your body and placed your legs back on the bed, both of you hissing as he pulled out of you.

Your husband plants gentle kisses all over your face and neck as his hands rub lovingly at your soft, pliant, and round body.

“I am going to have someone fetch us some hot water and then we will bathe, okay princess?”

You nod at him smally, eyes already closing in exhaustion. His heart soars.

Kihyun gets off the bed and throws on his slacks, coming back to you to kiss your closed eyes, before heading to your chambers doors in the hopes of finding Marie or Jade who would be able to gather the water for the bath.

He doesn’t have to go far for when he opens your room doors he is met with the vibrantly red faces of both Marie and Wonho, who can’t seem to meet his eyes.

“Oh!..?” Kihyun remarks startled and confused, but his expression quickly settles into a cocky and knowing leer.

“Well, if you two are quite done being perverts,” Kihyun chortles and Wonho looks as if he wants to evaporate while Marie’s expression becomes one of indignance, “My wife and I are kindly requesting bathing water and perhaps a small snack.”

“Making a woman out of our lady but calling us perverts,” Marie huffs and turns on her heels, “Just get back in the room, I will gather what you’ve asked for.” her hands waving dismissively as she stomps off, quite obviously still flustered.

Wonho clears his throat, his eyes still not meeting Kihyun’s, “Uhm,” his hand comes to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Congratulations, sir.”

Kihyun is all but glowing, “Tonight I have truly become the luckiest man in the world.” Is his response as he disappears back into your room.

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Not long later, the two of you are pressed together in your large tub, your back to his chest, as the steaming water soothes your muscles. Kihyun pressing you closer to his body, his arms wrapping around your squishy midsection as he places a loving kiss on your temple.

“This is better than I ever dreamt it could possibly be,” he whispers into the comfort of your shared silence, “I’d spent so long preparing myself for having to watch you love another, that I never prepared myself for the possibility of you loving me. Thank you, y/n, for allowing me to have all of you in this way… For allowing me your heart. I promise to protect it, protect you, with all that I am.”

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arcadiabaytornado · 8 months ago

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Live Playing Double Exposure First Thoughts:

A: Okay, I do love that you can pick Max’s outfit right away. I chose the rainbow sweater.

B: This sounds over dramatic but it was so intense to see Max’s face again. For a very brief moment I was 13 again watching Max wake up in the storm.

C: Am I insane or all the sounds in this game like…muffled?? I have my audio settings all the way up so it’s not that. Speaking of settings I also took the motion blur off and the graphics look so much now.

More Undercut

D: I’m already finding it super interesting that Max finds comfort in the destruction of old buildings after hell week. That could mean a lot of things but I’ll wait to see if the game tells me before I get analytical.

E: I love Safiya already. PLEASE let her be a love interest.

F: I do love the camera mechanism!!!!

G: Max lost her powers after hell week? That’s also super interesting holy shit. I’d love to know more about that, though my guess is that Max maybe completed her purpose with her power and therefore lost it? I wonder what that would mean for Daniel and Alex….

H: I’m trying to not to think of Chloe to much, but man she would have loved an old abandoned bowling alley.

I: Getting used to older Max is an adjustment. She doesn’t feel out of character per se, but it is weird because I keep expecting her to act like her eighteen year old self and then she doesn’t because she’s older now.

J: Older Max is already coming off as a lot more confident/reckless than younger Max. I like that change a lot!

K: I don’t know how I feel about Max making a one liner every time I examine anything.

L: Ah fuck. Is fate after Safiya or Max this time.

M: Did they really put the “We will :)” flashback right before making us confirm that Max and Chloe broke up. I’m going to fight Decknine.

N: Max is never beating the autism allegations.

O: I know people are upset at the “high school sweetheart” line but in context it seems like Max is trying to deflect the conversation to not talk about what Chloe actually was to her.

P: The texts between Max and Chloe were so uncomfortable to read. I know the storm changed them both, but….i don’t know…it just seems weird that Chloe reacted like that to Max wanting to move in with her permanently. I’m getting the vibe that their relationship was mentally and emotionally over on Chloe’s end way before it was on Max’s end.

Q: Max is ghosting her parents now and that devastates me.

R: Can I have a middle ground option on Amanda? I’m not ready for Max to have a huge crush yet, but I wouldn’t say she’s not Max’s type.

S: Okay, the Chloe/Victoria thing seems like fanfiction. It’s the only thing so far that I’ve gone “ugh” at.

T: The Vortex Club parallel is not lost on me.

U: I’m sorry but Max’s eyes look so bad…she also looks like she had a different model from every other character for some reason??

V: I’m just going for it and saying “A date thing” If Safiya is a romance choice later on I’m going to be so mad. But that’s what other saves are for.

W: Hearing Chloe’s name is a jump-scare at this point lmao.

X: I’m loving Moses. He’s so awkward and seems really sweet. Which makes me scared he’ll be the killer because the LIS franchise does not let us have nice things.

Y: I don’t even know how Max is SUPPOSED to talk about what she’s running from regardless if she sacrificed Chloe or the Bay.

Z: I wonder if they’re going to give Max’s power a celestial explanation and that’s what’s with all the solar system imagery.

#life is strange #lis #life is strange spoilers #LIS spoilers #double exposure spoilers

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odiesdayoff · 1 year ago

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So Undercover (2)

pair: Dark!Edward Nashton x fem!reader

summary: You get a little too caught up in an undercover job to unravel the Riddler.

warnings: stalking; intimidation; fear; name-calling; riddler is mean; double life of Edward Nashton/Patrick Parker

Part 1

Patrick’s visits to request records had become much more frequent to the point where seeing him was a weekly ordeal. Not that you minded. You had begun to warm up to the shy man, even moving forward to actually having conversations with him. It was something you started to look forward to.

He leaned against your desk as you scanned the record he wanted. “Are you busy Friday night?” You wanted to cringe at yourself. By his surprised look, you couldn’t tell whether or not that was overstepping in your relationship.

“I don’t think so, why?” He adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixated on you.

You sighed. “I have two tickets to the Gotham Philharmonic. I was supposed to go with this dude I was seeing, but that didn’t work out. Wondered if you wanted to go. With me.”

He stopped you before you could ramble on anymore. “I’d love to.”

You were fixing your lipstick in the mirror when you heard the chime of a new message. Checking who it was from was unnecessary. You already knew.

<?> Pretty girl.

<?> Got a date tonight?

<me> Not really.

<me> Going somewhere with a friend.

<?> I bet he just wants to get in your pants.

<me> That’s not true.

<me> He’s nice.

<?> Maybe I’ll go, too.

<?> You won’t even know it’s me.

<?> Just to make sure Patrick is behaving.

<me> Stay away from him.

<me> He’s innocent.

<?> Row E.

<?> Seats 17 and 18.

<?> Maybe I’ll take seat 19.

<me> I’ll have the police on you immediately.

<?> We’ll see.

He disconnected. Frustrated, you shut your laptop. The only thing you wanted to do was enjoy a night out with a friend and now the looming anxiety of where the serial killer who is seemingly obsessed with you is sitting in your stomach.

You weren’t going to let him ruin your fun. It was bad enough that you didn’t have a real date to go with. Might as well enjoy yourself.

Patrick was waiting outside the doors when you arrived. He wore a black dress shirt and pants, just a little bit more formal than what you were used to. He looked nice. It matched the little black dress you chose to wear. “You look beautiful.” He blushed as he complimented you.

While you took your seats, one eye kept looking around for any man that came close. Any one of them could be the Riddler. Anxiety spiked in your stomach when you saw someone look at you, but they quickly looked away to join their families. “I should probably tell you something.” His words caught your attention. “Most people use my middle name. Edward.”

“Edward? I like that.” The other guests found their seats and the lights began to dim. The Riddler, as far as you knew, hadn’t come. The seats directly next to you and Edward were still empty. The conductor walked on stage and the orchestra began to play.

This was a good idea. Edward’s arm was on the armrest in between the two of your seats. After several minutes of contemplating, you placed your hand on his. He flipped his hand around and intertwined his fingers with yours. You didn’t look at his reaction, but you were smiling.

At the intermission, Edward had left to use the bathroom. You stayed in your seat, allowing yourself to feel the warmth in your stomach that just holding hands brought. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you nearly dropped it once you saw the message.

<?> The trombone solo was beautiful, wasn’t it?

<?> Not as much as you, though.

<?> Sitting all alone.

<?> Did your boy leave?

<me> Where are you?

The Riddler didn’t respond. You looked up from the screen and scanned the room. Any man on a cell phone rang alarm bells in your mind. He was here. In the same room. He knew exactly what you looked like and you were completely in the dark. You didn’t even notice that your hands were shaking.

<me> Please.

<me> Tell me where you are.

<?> Right next to you.

You jumped out of your seat when someone sat in Edward’s seat. You took a deep breath and faced the figure, who turned out just to be Edward. “Woah, are you okay? It looks like you’re on the verge of tears.” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Riddler was just fucking with you. Of course, he was. You shook your head. “Yeah, yeah. Just a little anxious, I guess.”

He took your hand in his. “I’ve got you. Do you want to leave? There’s a diner close by.”

You bit your lip, then nodded. “Yeah.”

In a corner booth at the nearby diner, you and Edward laughed over a basket of fries and milkshakes. “A book?” You tried not to laugh into your straw.

He nodded. “Yeah. Gotham has such an intricate history and I’m piecing together the most important events and incidents. You’d be surprised what you uncover.”

You shrugged. “I believe you. It’s just interesting to see someone so passionate about this city.” You ate a fry, teasing him. Most people that lived in Gotham hated the city. They either loved to complain or were actively saving up to get out. “I just want to thank you for coming tonight. And being so understanding.”

He waved you off. “It’s no problem. I like spending time with you.”

You played with the straw in your milkshake for a moment. “My apartment isn’t that far from here. If you want to, I don’t know, go there?”

“Oh, Y/n. You don’t know how much I want to say yes, but I think you’re too special to move so fast yet. You deserve more than that.” Even though he was rejecting you as gently as possible, it was still a rejection. You tried not to react. “I don’t want this night to be a one-time thing.”

You pursed your lips. “Right. You know, that’s a good idea. We should go on a real date.”

“This doesn’t count?” He raised a brow.

“Well, I mean, kind of. But I haven’t got the chance to learn more about you. I don’t even know what you do as a job.” He knew much more about you than you did him. That was a bit hard considering that he met you at your job. Sure, he was writing a book, but that was a side hustle.

He laughed. “I’m an accountant.”

Back in your bed, you took your makeup off and tossed the wipe in the trash. Now that it was after the fact, maybe it was a good idea that Edward had rejected you. Pure horniness took over, you presumed. He was someone you wanted to have a special night with and not a one-night stand.

You rested your head on your pillow, still wearing your dress. If you hadn’t already laid down, maybe changing into pajamas might’ve been a more feasible option. Sleep was your biggest priority. That was until your laptop chimed.

<?> Surprised you came home alone.

<me> We’re just friends.

<?> Whores like you don’t make friends with men.

<?> He rejected you, didn’t he?

<?> Knew that you were just a slut.

<me> That’s not true.

<?> Don’t get too defensive.

<?> I should show him who you really are.

<me> Stay the fuck away from him.

<me> He’s a good guy.

<me> You wouldn’t know what that’s like.

<?> I wouldn’t?

<me> No.

<?> That’s funny.

<?> He may be a good guy.

<?> But I’m the one you’re dropping your panties for.

You shut your laptop. He had some nerve. Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to ruin Edward for you. He was your chance to actually have a semblance of a normal relationship. Whatever blackmail situationship you had with the Riddler didn’t count.

Your laptop chimed with a new message, one that you ignored. Another. A third. The sound that caught your attention was your apartment door unlocking and creaking open. It was something you knew all too well. Someone was in your apartment.

You shot up. This was Gotham, you really should’ve kept some type of weapon in your bedroom. All you had was yourself. The self-defense classes you took a while back needed to come back to your head. You locked your bedroom door.

Best case scenario: you just get robbed.

Worst case scenario: you get killed.

The person walked slowly, with loud footsteps. Do you try calling the GCPD? No, you worked with them. You, of all people, knew how useless they were. Nervous, you opened your laptop again.

<?> I think you’re getting a little too comfortable.

<?> Maybe I need to come over and teach you a real lesson.

<?> Don’t worry, I have a key.

Your heart sank. He was in your home. He was probably armed. Maybe not with a gun, but he was known to use knives or anything that would do the job, really. There was no doubt in your mind that he’d been there before. His footsteps continued straight towards your bedroom.

His fists slammed against your bedroom door. You weren’t sure how long it might hold him back and you had to do something. He couldn’t win.

You pushed open your window and climbed out onto the fire escape. The harsh mid-April air blew your dress up and littered goosebumps all over your skin. The fire escape didn’t reach all the way to the ground, so you had to jump a couple of feet once you got to the bottom.

It was a bit humbling. You wore slippers with a fancy dress in the middle of an alleyway. Maybe that wasn’t so strange in Gotham considering people terrorized the city in crazy costumes once a week. It was better than being stuck in a room with him.

You dialed the GCPD.

Officer Thompson escorted you back into your apartment about twenty minutes later. It was trashed. Books were thrown from their shelves and clothes from your drawers scattered along the floor. Whether or not it truly was the Riddler that was here, he was mad. What was most important was that he was gone, for now.

It took about an hour to fix the mess he left. All you wanted to do was sleep. You pulled your sheets back on your bed and gasped. Drying cum pooled in the spot where you normally slept.

Sleeping on the couch, it is.

On Monday, your head was everywhere but your job. After the lab came back with no matches to anyone in their database, your evidence was labeled as useless. Riddler probably knew that. Maybe it wasn’t even his and it was another trick he was playing on you. It wasn’t something you particularly wanted to think about.

Thankfully, Annette, your boss, was finally back from her vacation, which brought you to your normal job of sorting and filing the records. It left you in the back office, covered in dust and the occasional paper cut.

“Anything interesting happen while I was away?” She rolled slightly back in her chair, just enough to have a view of you from the open doorway. You did start to miss that nice chair as the back pain from sitting on the floor crept back up your spine.

You shrugged. “Not really. Actually had someone come in and request a record, though.” No way you would mention that you went on a date with that person.

She wasn’t your friend, or close enough to share information with. She’d only complain about her ex-husband and the horrors of dating apps within Gotham City. Even though she was in her early thirties, she loved to act like she was so much superior and older than you were. “Sounds like I missed a party, then.” Sarcasm dripped from her words.

You might as well bite and waste some time listening to her yapping. Silence would only bring your mind back to Him. “How was Disney?”

Annette’s grating voice stopped you in your tracks before you could leave for the day. She had the same pitiful smile that meant she wanted you to do something for her. “The Gotham Public Library called. They said they had some records they wanted to move to the archive.”

“Okay, and?” You didn’t even care if it came off as rude.

She crossed her arms. “I have a doctor’s appointment and you need to pick it up right away. I don’t even have time for you to talk back right now. I’m the archivist, you’re the assistant. Am I getting that wrong?”

You simply nodded. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I’ll head over now.”

The Gotham Public Library was probably the most salvageable building in the whole city. People worked hard to make sure it looked nice and was well-stocked with books. It’s really too bad the Gothamites stopped caring about enhancing their knowledge. Well, they probably were distracted by trying to stay alive.

You went straight to the backroom of the library, just as Annette told you to do. Hopefully, the box of records would be there and it would be an easy job. It was almost getting dark out and walking home in a place like Gotham at night was far too dangerous.

The door creaked open and cobwebs fell from the ceiling. You made sure to position a small book to hold the door open. It locked from the inside and if you didn’t have a key, you were stuck in there until a librarian cared enough to answer their phone. The box labeled “GCPD” sat on the opposite wall of the door.

You nearly bumped into the stray mop and cleaning supplies that sat in the middle of the room. Of course, important documents were kept in the janitor’s closet. A glance confirmed that water from the last clean sat stagnant in the bucket.

The box was light as you lifted it, almost as if it were empty. Well, paper couldn’t be that heavy. You backed up to get away from the shelf and your shoe landed on someone else’s. The box fell onto the floor as a gloved hand clasped over your mouth. Your back was pressed against the chest of your assailant.

“Fool me once, shame on me.” The voice was familiar, one that you could never get out of your head. If it weren’t for the mask over his face, you would’ve felt his breath against your neck. “I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think of the fire escape. I guess I underestimated you.”

He kicked the book that held the door open and it slammed shut. Flipping you around, he pushed you against the wall. You tripped over the box of files and fell into it, your ass firmly stuck in the box. “We’re both locked in here now, dumbass.” Your confidence surprised the both of you.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a key, one he made a replica of, you were sure. If he had so many replicas of keys, then he must’ve either gone to a store or had his own way of doing it. “You are. I came prepared.” You wondered if he planned for you to fall by the way he leaned over and looked down at you. “You still have yet to learn your lesson.”

You tried moving, barely busting the structural integrity of the cardboard box somehow. He pressed his boot against your chest, continuously adding pressure. “You’re no better than the dirt I walk on.” He dragged his boot against your chest, a trail of mud and dirt rubbing off on your blouse. Using his heel, he pulled the box closer. “How do you think I should deal with a pretty little thing like you?”

He knelt down to face you at eye level and pulled a switchblade from his jacket. The blade tickled your skin but didn’t go far enough to cut. “Why don’t I start by dressing you like the whore you and I both know you are?”

The fabric of your shirt was so match for the blade, getting torn to reveal your bra. “I’m not a whore. Just because you think I am doesn’t mean it’s true.” He ignored you, cutting through your pants as well.

“I won’t waste my time with you. I have much better things to do.” He stepped back, now standing. He almost left the room, but not before the bucket caught his eyes. He picked it up, struggling a bit to carry it over to where you sat, then poured it over you. It was barely water at this point, it was brown.

You shut your eyes and mouth, only opening them when you heard the door slam. The cardboard of the box was much easier to move while wet and after a minute or two, it began to disintegrate enough for you to stand. The so-called file that you needed to get was somewhat dry. The most notable thing you saw was a large green question mark.

Tears fell from your eyes as you pulled your phone from your pocket. It was lucky enough that he hadn’t stolen it. The library went to voicemail, as per usual. A little desperate, you pressed Edward’s contact and it began to dial. This wasn’t the most ideal circumstance for a second date, but he was the only one you trusted enough to see you like this. He would never treat you like this.

Part 3

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