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gureumz · 1 year

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rating: explicit

member: jungwon

notes: fem!reader, reader is a couple years older than him, acquaintances to lovers, medieval/renaissance (?) royalty au (i made the time period as vague as possible so anywhere from the 1500s to 1700s should be fine i guess), talks of marriage, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

a/n: IMPORTANT! i was hesitant to put this out at first because i know there's tension when it comes to explicit content regarding jungwon, but i didn't make this out to be anything too crazy, so no hard/taboo kinks as i don't feel quite okay writing those for him as of now. i did enjoy writing this piece as i'm a history buff and love the drama. of royal courts so,,,please enjoy!

it was getting too much.

the stares, the "innocent" touches, the silences that followed each strained conversation.

you had been patient. you had been steadfast. you had stood your ground.

but the flicker of desire inside you was slowly catching on, and you know, it would soon be roaring fiercely despite your efforts to tamp it down.

you gather your skirts and trudge on out of the library, knowing the princess would be looking for you, given the length of time you've been away. the hallway is quiet, as you expected. the end of supper time is drawing near, and everyone in the castle would soon retire to their private chambers.

the princess was dining with her family in her father's royal suite, along with a handful of courtiers and ladies-in-waiting, much like yourself. you had excused yourself for a moment under the guise that you were in need of the privy, but in truth, you could not bear to be in the room with him any longer.

he'd been staring, longer than he should be, and you were afraid that someone would take notice.

you had stood behind the princess, curtsying briefly before asking to take your leave. she waved you off without a second thought, though you did not miss the questioning glint in her eye as she did so.

you caught his gaze briefly just before you left.

prince jungwon had smiled in your direction, seemingly amused at your flustered state.

you suddenly blank as you turn a corner, your shoulder colliding with something, causing you to stumble backward. you reach out instinctively to steady yourself, just as a hand grabs you by the arm.

"my lady," a voice croons in your ear, and you feel your dinner churning inside you.

you straighten yourself out, smoothing down the wrinkles in your dress as you look jungwon in the eye.

"your grace," you begin. "i was just on the way back to supper."

"no need," jungwon informs with a tilt of his head. "supper has ended. my sister does seem to want to know where you've wandered off to, though."

you swallow thickly. "i will return to her chambers right away."

you bow, hoping he would drop the conversation, but you feel his hand lay gently on your shoulder. you freeze, acutely aware that no man who isn't your lover or husband should be touching you like this in public.

"i'm sure she would not mind if you stayed out a little longer?" jungwon says as you fiddle with the lace trim on your bodice.

"doing what, your grace?" you question, turning back to look at him.

jungwon smiles, his dimples prominent in the firelit hall.

"take a walk with me," jungwon offers.

"if she asks where you've been, you can always say you were with me."

you draw in a breath. "i don't think that would be wise."

"my sister has five other ladies-in-waiting to attend to her. one would not be amiss," jungwon tries to convince you, taking your hand in his.

"what i meant was, it would not be appropriate to be left alone with you," you protest, watching as he lifts your hand to his lips, brushing them gently over your knuckles.

your skin tingles with a feeling you can't quite place.

"and why not?" jungwon asks, running his thumb over the spot where he had kissed your hand.

you look into his large, cat-like eyes. you're bewildered at how dashing he looks in this proximity, the sharp line of his nose exaggerated by the shadows cast by the torches around you. his lips curve into another one of his handsome smiles, and the way he looks at you is more than enough cause for you to shake inwardly with want.

"you know why," you finally answer. "it is not proper."

jungwon cocks his head to the side as if waiting for you to continue.

"we're not betrothed, or known lovers, for that matter. the direction we're heading..."

you pause, hoping jungwon would understand what you're talking about.

"it's dangerous."

"do you not hold any affection for me, lady ______?" jungwon addresses you formally, perhaps a jest, given the smirk playing on his lips.

"i had thought you did," jungwon continues, reaching out to toy with a loose strand of your hair that seemed to have fallen from the intricate braids that decorate your head.

"why would you think that?" you challenge. your heart beats twice as fast now.

the flicker of flames begins to crackle.

"you do not throw yourself at me like the other ladies in this castle do," jungwon replies, his thumb ghosting over your cheek and down your jaw.

"you avoid me, make any excuse to separate yourself from me," jungwon goes on.

"but when you do find yourself in my presence, your eyes cannot seem to leave mine."

you inhale sharply.

it's true. much like earlier, you make such efforts to create as much distance as possible between you and jungwon. like a fox slinking away from its predator.

but to you, jungwon was like a city cat: sly and clever. despite the couple of years you had on him, he was always one step ahead. you could never escape him. it didn't matter how grand his family's castle was, you will always find your way to each other.

"do you hold any affection for me, your grace?" you ask, raising a brow.

jungwon chuckles at this.

"of course."

your eyes widen at his admission and a laugh escapes the prince's lips.

"you thought i would shy away from such a confession?" jungwon taunts, stepping closer, his hands resting on your waist.

the fire burns brighter, still.

jungwon leans in and panic fills you. you were not in one of the castle's secluded corners where shadows are ready to conceal whatever is to come next. anyone could walk by and find you and the prince in this compromising position.

but all is forgotten when jungwon presses his lips against yours, gentle and cautious, as if wary that he might scare you off.

as a lady of a respectable background, you have always been reminded by your family to keep your virtue with you. you are not to mess with boys and no such inappropriate behavior shall be tolerated from you.

as a lady of a respectable background, you had your way around this.

this is not the first time you've been kissed, but the weak peck of lips against your own when you were but a young girl was nothing compared to the way jungwon's lips seems to be melting against yours.

you pull jungwon closer by the front of his tunic, feeling the firm muscles shifting beneath.

"we mustn't," you protest weakly against his lips. "not here."

jungwon pulls away, breathing heavily, eyes dark as he gazes at you. you stare back at him, anticipation coursing through your body.

what now?

"to my chambers," jungwon whispers, grasping your hand in his. you start to protest as he pulls you along, but he shushes you.

"quickly," jungwon urges, dashing down the hallway towards his room.

luckily for both of you, your destination had been nearby, and no guards are on patrol on this side of the castle. you arrive in front of the heavy double doors of jungwon's room, both of you out of breath and brimming with feelings you did not care to address.

jungwon pushes you against the hard wooden doors, lips pressing up against yours once more. you let out a surprised sound, but it's caught in your throat when you feel jungwon's hand running down the side of your leg. he dips down, grabbing the back of your knee, before hooking your leg around his waist.

you gasp, feeling him press up against you. you feel something hard beneath his breeches.

the flames are catching on, moving up farther and farther.

"your grace," you start, increasingly worried that someone would see you.

"forgive me," jungwon says with a sheepish grin. "restraint is hard to come by when you're around."

you flush at his words, but before you can reply, jungwon turns the knob to one side of the door, hurriedly pushing you inside before letting it close behind him. he turns the lock in place and lets the second steel bar fall across the wood, ensuring the utmost privacy for the two of you.

"your grace," you begin once more.

"jungwon," he says pointedly. "you may call me by my given name."

you gulp, the situation finally catching up to you. "jungwon."

"i...i do not wish to give myself to someone i will not marry," you explain, holding jungwon at arm's length. he examines your face, gently brushing your hair away from your forehead.

"we won't do anything you don't want to," jungwon reassures, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"but that's precisely it," you say, circling your arms around jungwon's neck.

"i want to do everything," you whisper.

"i want to do everything with you."

jungwon raisies an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips.

"are you the one proposing to me, my lady?" jungwon teases, his hand pressing gently on your lower abdomen. he travels down further between your legs, rubbing you through your gown.

you sigh, clutching at jungwon's clothes. you lean forward to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, enjoying the way he groans softly.

"is there any other woman you wish to marry?" you ask, smiling against his neck.

"no," jungwon answers simply, taking you by surprise as he pushes you towards his perfectly made-up bed, plush with the finest covers and blankets.

you stumble backward onto the cushiony surface, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watch jungwon undo the strings of his breeches. you gasp as he lets them fall, exposing all of his lower body to you.

jungwon catches your eye and leans down, kissing you with newfound vigor.

the fire crackles, just shy of bursting into wild flames.

"we can stop," jungwon murmurs as he pulls away. "whatever you want, my love, i will follow."

you shiver at the endearment, your fingers gently threading through jungwon's hair. with your other hand, you reach down to gather your skirt around your waist.

"i want you," you whisper, kissing jungwon sweetly.

you lay back down on the mattress, watching as jungwon eyes your exposed core with undeniable lust. jungwon bites his lip, guiding his straining length to your entrance. you feel a mild burn as he pushes in, the wet squelch of your arousal reaching your ears as he slips further into you.

you have had a man down there before, but merely with his fingers. the thickness of jungwon's cock contrasts with anything you've felt before, stretching you painfully, but you urge yourself to persist, clawing at jungwon's sleeves.

"my love, my dear," jungwon says, stilling over you.

"wait," you plead. "just, wait."

jungwon kisses you tenderly, stroking one side of your face with his thumb, perhaps in an effort to soothe you. you take increasingly deeper breaths, letting yourself relax in jungwon's embrace.

jungwon gives an experimental thrust, barely there, and you groan, but at this moment, the pain is mixed with a feeling that has you curling your toes.

"again," you pant, looking directly at jungwon's eyes. "slowly, my love."

jungwon moves again, carefully watching your expression. you gasp, lips parting as the sting gives way to a delicious throb within you.

"more," you beg this time. "please, i need to feel you."

jungwon groans, his hips snapping up as he gives in to his instincts.

"oh!" you cry out as the sensations come crashing down on you at once. it feels good, much better than your own fingers or anyone else's. you watch as he disappears and reappears with each thrust, the image so lewd and new to you that it keeps you in a trance.

"look at me, ______," jungwon says lowly. you obey, peering up at the young man. he has a frenzied look in his eyes, wild with something burning inside him.

the flames roar, engulfing you, him, your bodies.

jungwon grabs your hips, forcing you further down his bed. you throw your head back, relishing in the way he seems to go even deeper. you lock your legs around him, never wanting this feeling to end.

the bed creaks with the effort of holding up your passionate lovemaking, and you worry for a fraction of a second if anyone can hear. as if reading your thoughts, jungwon places a lingering kiss on your forehead.

"i think...i plan to marry you within the year," jungwon supplies between labored breaths. "hell, before the next moon if father allows."

you giggle, elated at jungwon's words.

"hardly a choice now that i've given my maidenhood to you," you comment mischievously. one side of jungwon's mouth raises in a smirk before he dives down to latch at one side of your neck.

"you're mine, love," jungwon declares. "all mine."

you preen at his words, his pace picking up. you're left breathless as he thrusts madly in and out of you. your world is spinning but at the very center of it is jungwon. sweet, handsome jungwon.

"i'm about to—"

"inside," you blurt out without second thought. jungwon's mouth hangs open at your decision, a question evidently making its way out of him.

"you'll get it on my dress, otherwise, and that would raise more questions," you interrupt once more, your breath hitching as jungwon's nails dig into your side.

"by the gods," jungwon curses beneath his breath. "i might have to wed you within a fortnight."

"please," you mewl. "want nothing more than to be your wife, to be yours."

jungwon grunts, pressing a hand down on your abdomen. you yelp, feeling a sudden pressure inside you. it had been a slow thrum of something minutes before, but now a strange sensation grips at you from within.

"s-something's happening," you worry, grasping jungwon's shoulder.

"you're about to finish, my love," jungwon says, pressing down even harder on your belly. you writhe, feeling as if you're about to explode.

"it'll feel good, i promise," jungwon reassures, pressing his lips to your temple. his movements are turning erratic, sweat dripping down his forehead with effort.

"fuck, i'm—"

before jungwon can finish his sentence, he moans loudly in your ear, sinking fully to the hilt inside of you. you feel him spasm inside you and the movement brushes against a spot that has you coming undone, pleasure coursing through every vein in your body.

you cling onto each other, trembling and moaning each other's names.

a minute passes by as you both calm down, skin glistening in the dim light of the dying flames in the fireplace. jungwon is the first to pull away, watching you as you try to catch your breath.

"you look absolutely stunning, my love," jungwon praises, kissing you on the cheek.

you smile, the ache in your body starting to make itself known.

"let me call one of the servants to have a bath drawn for you," jungwon offers, reaching over to the row of service bells next to his bed.

you sit up, letting your gown fall over your legs, concealing any indication of the past hour.

"i think i should be the one to call for them from my own room," you suggest, pulling jungwon back. you snake your arms around his torso, kissing him behind his ear.

"they might grow suspicious," you add, laying your cheek against his firm back.

"very well, then," jungwon agrees, prying himself from your arms. he swiftly dresses, straightening his disheveled hair. he sees you watching and he smiles, taking your face in his and giving you what seemed to be the hundredth kiss that night.

"i suppose you don't want me walking you to your room, either?" jungwon asks, helping you up from his bed.

you shake your head, working out the creases in your skirt and sleeves.

"let's not push our luck, my prince," you warn, patting jungwon's cheek.

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you enter your bedroom, exhausted and slightly worried. you tried to find the princess to provide a semblance of an explanation but she was nowhere to be found. not in her own chambers, not in the library, not in the parlor. you decided after nearly half an hour of looking that you would handle the situation tomorrow.

you slide the large metal lock of your bedroom door into place, securing you in your bedroom for now. you turn, nearly screaming at the figure standing before you.

"gods!" you shriek, backing into the door, painfully banging your head against the wood.

"oh, shut it," the princess says, pulling you away from the door. she maneuvers you toward your quaint sitting corner, pulling a chair back and urging you to take a seat.

"now," she begins. "i'm not mad. i'm thrilled, to be honest."

"have you worked out a wedding date with my brother, yet?"

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sunflowersandforgetmenots · 2 years

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God of Fear~ Deimos Kassandra x Reader

I wrote this in under 24 hours. I have not proofread it, and I think it’s wonderful. :)

Summary: Deimos has had you as her priestess lover for years now, and celebrations are in order as she has vanquished her foes. But something is wrong.

Tags: Angst, Smut

Kinks: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Teasing, Mentions of Public Sex, Slightly unhealthy power dynamics, Implied Free Use kink

Word Count: 5229

MINORS DNI UNDER THE CUT

Your life with Deimos was a cozy one. Certainly different from the lives of others, but to you, it was cozy. Your lover adored you, you were showered with gifts, praise, and anything you could possibly need or want was given to you. And when that need was a small villa on the outskirts of Athens, she gave it to you the minute she could. Which was surprising, due to the Cult’s hesitance of her indulgence of you, but nevertheless, they allowed you to move out of the barracks and into the villa, with constant protection and Deimos being allowed to visit you whenever she was not needed by the Cult.

But the Cult has been recently needing her more and more often, pulling her out to other kingdoms and territories to fight for weeks on end, and when she was back in Athens, she was forced to attend meetings or… other activities involving prisoners. It was horribly lonely without her. The soldiers were ordered not to speak to you unless necessary by the demigod, the servants feared her wrath far too much to get too comfortable in your presence, and just, frankly, you love her too much to bear to be apart from her for longer than a few weeks.

It had been two months. Two months without her rugged face covered in scars, without her soft hair between your fingers, without her lips against you lips, your knuckles, your skin. Without her hesitant laugh and easy temper, her fingers between your thighs. You ached for her those two months, so when the servant gave you the letter from your Deimos, there was once again happy laughter within your home.

You rip open the letter, sitting down at the little table in the dining space, and drink in her handwriting. The stiff and confident lines only lifted your spirits more.

My Priestess, I bring wonderful news to your blessed and holy eyes. The man that has tried to take down my Cult has been brought down by my own hands, as well as the snakes that have been hiding within the ranks. The biggest of them being that fool Aspasia. I will be returning to you celebrate our victory and staying with you permanently in the villa now that I am unhindered by their restrictions. I have missed your warmth, your eyes, and your voice like the Sky misses Mother Gaia, and I know you have missed me, fair one. Be ready for me, and I will ensure that you will never have to want for my presence again. Deimos.

The pounding in your chest grows louder as you read the letter, and as you finish it, there’s this beautiful feeling in your chest. She’s coming home and she’s staying home. She’s coming home. Home. To you. And she’s coming soon, if the arrival of the letter was sent the day she left for Athens.

“Lede!” The handmaiden, hand chosen by Deimos from her followers’ families, pokes her head in from the garden. “Deimos is returning, make sure the home is up to standards for me? I must get ready for her arrival home. Have someone draw me a bath?”

She bows her head as you stand, “Of course, my lady.”

You don’t wait to see where she goes first, heading straight to your bedroom on the second floor of the villa, bounding up the steps with the excitement of a maiden rushing to her marriage. The door is thrown open, and the wardrobe is the first thing you head towards, digging through the fabric to find the right color for the occasion.

This wasn’t just a return home, this was a victory. The misthios had been plaguing Deimos for years now with a game of cat and mouse, he had been messing with her head, attempting to convince your divine lover that she was nothing more than a mortal who had been thrown off of a cliff and abandoned. On top of that, he had been slowly dwindling down the Cult, removing vital players and traitors alike. To see Deimos finally return to peace of mind was a blessing sent down by the gods.

And with the traitors weeded out, they would also be no longer an issue to your safety and Deimos’s position. You had been suffering their attacks, both verbal and physical, for months, and the root had finally been found. Athens should now firmly be in Deimos’ grasp, and soon, every city would be. She was a King, a God that walks amongst the land, and this position should be celebrated with only the finest of colors and metals.

So out comes your finest chiton, a beautiful silken thing of purple, gold carefully woven through it to give the sparkle of a precious amethyst held out in the sun. You lay it out, pairing it with golden bands and jewelry. You remember when Deimos had brought you this set, setting it before you on the table you sat at, in the barracks room you had shared when you were still new to her.

“Fit for a queen…” You whispered, running your fingers over the edge delicately.

“No.” Her long fingers grabbed your chin gently, lifting your face up to meet her hungry eyes. “Fit for a priestess.”

It was the first night that you had shared that bed in more than just sleeping, and the reminder that she would be home and hungry sent delicious shivers down your spine, straight between your legs. Your thighs press together. The last time you had felt pleasure between there had been two months ago, the night before Deimos had left for the horrible long period of loneliness.

You had been good, keeping your fingers away and reserving the pleasure that Deimos claimed as hers, even though she had left longer than she normally commands that loyalty. She was only supposed to be gone for three weeks, but the extended time didn’t wipe away the command your demigod gave you.

But you ached for it. It was so tempting. Often you would lay in bed, fantasizing about her fingers, her mouth, her own sweetness between her legs, and how they would press against you in only the perfect of ways. Fingers would cost over your skin gently, coasting over your breasts and inner thighs, but never touching. Attempts to relieve the pressure by squeezing your thighs together did nothing except make you crave more, and you would drip down onto the furs of the bed with the desperation for touch.

You would wait no more, however. Not for too long, anyways.

You don’t touch yourself while you were in the bath, though you dreamt over her favorite tactic of ducking under the water to shove her tongue into your cunt while the servants moved around, unaware of her presence. And you don’t grind against the bench as you place your jewelry on, even though the mirror still had a tiny smudge of the last time she fucked you with her olisbos against it. And even as you sit, patient, in the garden for the first night, you don’t even feel the temptation, only slight disappointment as it seems that she would not come so soon after her letter.

You go to bed, and you do not touch, but you do gently lay out her side of the bed for her, just in case. A small part of you worries. She was also so cocky and sure, what if the letter had been sent early, before she had even succeeded in the things she said she had? Was she dead? Hurt? The irrational fear of your lover being left for dead while you slept, safe in your guarded villa plagued you until you couldn’t fight the closing of your eyes. You drift off to sleep, alone in your bed, worried for your love.

Deimos loves coming home to you. Her one weakness, though one of her many strengths, was the pure adoration she has for you and your devotion. It was only natural for her to puff up with more and more pride as she, alone on the road except for her horse, approaches the home that she would now share with you, that she will stake as the temple she would build her empire on, now that she was unhindered by mortal fools and idiot brothers.

Only the guards were awake at this hour, and she hands off her horse to one of them, not even bothering to acknowledge their presence. The only thing that matters is getting up to your bedroom, where you must have been waiting for her.

She goes up the stairs, opening the door with a quiet intensity. She expected you to be awake, sitting on the bed, waiting for her with barely bound excitement. Instead, her gentle lover was asleep, curled up on one half of the bed under the golden sheet that keeps her warm despite the open window.

Her heart softens a bit, and only does more when she notices the fine chiton you had left draped on a chair, with jewelry haphazardly strewn across the vanity table. You had been waiting for her this evening, that was for sure, but she had come too late to meet you while you were awake. She takes a step forward, and the tap of her armor against the tile stirs you.

The demigod freezes as you sit up, quickly and with a gasp. Her hands are out in front of her slightly, pushing back her himation slightly to reveal her golden and silver armor. She watches as your face melts from fear into relief.

“Deimos!” You cry out, and your voice makes her heart soar. She catches you in her arms as you leap from the bed and bound into her arms. Arms are thrown around her neck and lips pressed to her face, and for a moment, Deimos feels not like a god, but like a mere mortal, bound to someone else in a way that only they could truly experience. “Oh, Deimos, you’re home! I have missed you so much, let me see your face…!”

Soft hands cup her cheeks, tilting her face up and down and around as you examine her skin for any more scars. You were the only one who could handle her like this, taking her face and limbs and move them around to your liking to examine for wounds or to just be closer to her. Your eyes, so beautiful and glittering in the moonlight, catch on a long scar that rides under her chin, only discovered after pushing her chin up to the ceiling. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watches you, ready to cut off your worrying display if you start fussing rather than spend the moment fawning over her return.

Instead, you’re quiet, fingers brushing over the scar before she slowly lowers her head. You don’t need to say anything for her to know what plagues your thoughts. Gods can be killed, she knew that, of course she did. And it was only human for her lover to worry, though it took Deimos a long time to understand that it was not doubt in her abilities that caused her to worry so.

“I am alive, my little deer.” She coos, taking you closer into her arms. “You have no more cause for worry.” Her fingers brush over your head, pressing it into her chest gently. “Feel better? Do you feel the warmth in my arms? The breathing of my chest? Divinity does not die easy. Soothe your anxiety, Priestess, your devotion has helped keep me alive, and it shall forever do so.”

She feels you calm before you say anything. You do so noticeably, breathing evening out, shoulders relaxing, melting into her arms. Your face, so beautiful and divine, tilts up to look at her.

“You smell like blood and horses.” You whisper, smiling at her. She gives no answer, instead leaning down to kiss you on those precious lips, designed by the Fates only for her. They fit together like halves of a whole, once again searing their place in Deimos’s soul. You give no protest as she scoops you up, cradling you like a princess as she walks to the bed.

“Tomorrow, we celebrate… tonight… you sleep once again your god’s arms, little deer.” She lays you down, kissing the curve of your jaw.

As you settle, she strips off her armor, changing into a thinner and clean chiton, depositing her sword next to the bed as she settles in on her side of the bed. She missed the comfort of it, of the cool sheets and warm furs against her skin, and though she would never say it out loud, she had truly missed the way you pressed into her side to sleep as she lay on her back. Her fingers, battle scarred and callused, stroke the smooth and unmarred skin of your arm. The soothing patterns pulled both of them closer and closer to sleep, though her eyes shot open when she heard you mutter “I love you” into her chest.

It wasn’t something she heard often before. It wasn’t something she had… heard before the recent few years. What was between the two of you had remained unspoken until now. And the honesty and genuineness of it made her think, unfortunately, of her mother and brother, who’s bodies had lain still on that mountain top. Who had pleaded for her to return and to leave the cult. Who knew nothing of you, of your devotion, of the fact that she had known love in these years. Who had promised their love even as they were speared on the very sword that protected you this night.

Instead of laying on her back, as she normally slept, Kassandra turns and curls around you as you doze, holding you with both arms like a child scared to lose the one thing that brought her comfort.

The sun shines through the window, the birds tweet happily outside on the balcony, people walk and ride down the street outside of your villa. It was a beautiful morning for a stroll, a perfect day to go out, walk through the trees, maybe even lunch with your beautiful lover who has finally returned home to you the night before. But there was no way you were getting out of this bed.

Deimos had woken up early that morning with a hunger that only you could satiate, and had thus decided that you needed to wake up as well. Which is how you ended up face down, ass up on the bed, sleeping chiton pooled under your arms as she buried her face into your dripping mound.

Her tongue is deep inside you, two fingers rubbing furiously and methodically at your puffy clit, while her other hand holds you up. How many has she pulled out of you at this point? Three? Five? You had lost count by the time she flipped you onto your front.

Your stomach tenses and your toes curl as you feel another orgasm build up, moans raising in pitch and speed as you neared another ‘end’. Though this time, instead of letting you crash down once more, your lover pulls away entirely, leaving a whining, dripping mess of you behind.

“Now that you’ve gotten a taste of tonight, my Priestess… you shall have to take a vow of chastity for the rest of the day, until the sun goes down.” She says, tone cruel and merciless. At your pleading whines, begging for mercy, she only grabs your face, pulling you up to her face with a cockiness you both loved and hated in bed. “No more whining. The minute the sun dips below the horizon, you shall get my cock, pretty little thing. Now.” She lets you go, watching you pull your chiton down and blink up at her with pretty eyes. “Go get dressed and ready for the day. I have some things I need to take care of, and some of them need my priestess.”

You stand, pouting slightly. Your legs were barely even shaking! You wanted her to leave you a mess, to ensure that the rest of the day would be spent in bed because you couldn’t stand, but she was on a mean streak this morning. Which was honestly unusual for a day of reunion between the two of you, but the obedient part of your brain caught that thought and shoved it into a box marked for ‘later’. You make a move towards your wardrobe, only to receive a slap on your ass from Deimos, who looks just as cocky as before.

The chiton you wore yesterday evening makes a fine day outfit, and at the approving hum of your demigod, you slip it on, pinning and placing jewelry on your clothes, on your skin, in your hair. Meanwhile, Deimos slips off, probably to take a quick bath, and returns freshly clean and dressed in her golden armor. A part of you is tempted to be bratty, to slip your fingers between your still slick folds while she’s gone to get some relief, but you keep your arms still, waiting for her to return. And when she does, holding out her hand to escort you down to the main floor, you take it, smiling despite your need.

The rest of the day, compared to the morning, was, pardon your language, really fucking boring. You thought that the two of you would be celebrating, not restructuring the Cult of Kosmos and dealing with the Peloponnesian War efforts. While you were needed at some points, you desperately wished that you could return to your chambers and do literally anything else.

And you could tell that Deimos hates it as well, giving one word responses, if at all, and the way that her fingers coast over your skin that signals ‘teasing’ from her. Which was frankly also strange from her. She has no qualms of claiming you as hers in front of the Cult Members, in fact, one time she had you naked on her olisbos, sitting on her lap while she watched some poor soul flayed for disobeying her. If she wanted you, she would just take you. So why was she teasing?

Not only did it boggle your mind, it frustrated you to no end. Each touch was guaranteeing that you would not dry up for the entire day, leaving your folds still mind-numbingly dripping and wet, and your brain distracted of the ways she would reward you if you could make it through the day. You shift a little in your spot next to her, glancing at Deimos curiously, only to find that she was staring at you already. The Cultists stop their conversation, noticing this as well, though they keep quiet, knowing better than to disturb the dynamic between the two of you.

“You are dismissed for the day, Priestess.” The title is layered in her tone of voice, speaking to you not just as the Demigod you worship, not just the woman you love, but the person who dominates you in nearly every aspect of your life. A thrill shoots up your spine. She must have been removing your temporary vow early! “And remember your vow, little deer.” She laughs a bit, harsh in the beautiful sound, as your shoulders sink.

You make your way up to your room, all frowns and pouts about the mess you’ve been left with and the hours before it can be ‘cleaned up’. The bed is still a mess from this morning, and you sit upon it, looking down at the stain your wetness left.

She wouldn’t know if you relieved yourself a little bit, right? You had been so good these past two months, surely she would excuse a little bit of touching, as long as you didn’t cum! Your eyes dart up at the closed door, then you lay back on the bed, lifting up your chiton and swiping a finger between your dripping folds. A soft moan escapes your lips, and you cover your mouth with your other hand. No moaning, then she’ll catch you.

Your fingers dip in, pressing into you entrance slowly, and you have to bite down on your hand to keep quiet. The chiton glitters in the sun as your chest heaves from excitement. In and out, you set an easy and slow rhythm, edging yourself. Once you pull yourself closer to the edge, you push yourself back, though your cunt wept for you to take that dive. Would she know if you did?

You glance towards the door again. Still closed, still no one in the room. Once more you pull yourself towards the edge, but instead of stopping, your fingers speed up pushing you closer and closer until you spill over your fingers, gasping silently into your hand.

Instead of being able to bask in the relief, however, you feel a familiar, strong hand grab you by your throat and haul you further up the bed. It doesn’t hurt, but like Hades does it surprise you. You squeak, holding onto her wrist as she pins you against the headboard. She squeezes the sides of your throat a bit, not addressing you verbally. Deimos looks you in the eyes, glaring at you a bit. Then, she uses her free hand to shove two of her long, thick fingers into your cunt with force, pumping in and out of you brutally.

“Is this what you wanted?” She snarls. “A moment of pleasure? Is it enough to disobey your god, (Y/N)? Look at it, my hard work done today, waisted on your dainty fingers.” At your blissed out whimper, she rolls her eyes. “Such a whore. I asked you a question, Priestess, and I expect an answer.”

“I-I-“ The forcefulness of her fingers leaves you unable to form words already, bouncing with every thrust, head dizzy with the choke around your neck. If this was punishment, you wanted to disobey all the time. “Mmm, Deimos…” You pant out.

Your inability to answer seems to be your downfall in this, as she removes her fingers, cleaning them off with her tongue. Hey! That was your job!

At your small protest, she grabs your hair with her now clean hand, pulling it harshly to tilt your head back. “Answer me, Priestess. Was your tiny orgasm, unholy and mortal, worth the divine punishment I will inflict on you today? You broke your vow.”

“I… I never actually took it.” You said, smiling a bit. You knew you were poking an angry bear, but the desire… the want for her to ruin you in the best way possible, was winning over the rational and obedient you screaming in your brain. “So I didn’t break anything.”

“Oh… you have no idea what you’ve just done to yourself, have you, my little whore?” She’s mocking you now, sadistic grin painting her face. “Take off your clothes and jewelry. Only good priestesses get to wear gifts from their gods.”

You’re slow to remove your garments, stripping them off for her. Though you struggle with one of your bracelets, and you glance up at her with an unspoken question. Help me?

There’s a moments hesitance, and you see something flit across Deimos’s face, and obediently, you don’t question it. “Fine.” She takes your hand, gently undoing the bracelet for you and setting it down on the ground next to the bed. Then she takes your wrist, kissing the inside of your arm gently. “You know what word to use.” She mumbles against your skin.

She was shy. The thought made your chest flutter happily. She was always shy about the boundaries. You were the only person to enforce them, to make her enforce them, and though you’ve never had to use them since their first introduction (Deimos was a fast learner), you knew she was aware that you would stop this for any reason once you notice something wrong.

“I do.” You respond. “And I haven’t used it yet, have I?”

Her brown eyes light up, and she once again grips you by the throat, that softness gone from her face, touch, and gaze. “You’re right. You haven’t. But you may want to after what I have planned for your disobedience.” She squeezes once more, tossing you onto the bed next to her. “Face the wall on your knees. Now.”

You hurry to obey, kneeling on the pillows with your hands on your knees. You wait, excitement and little bit of worry fluttering in your chest. You knew something was up with Deimos, but you knew better than to ask or address it, but also… she tended to use sex to get out her emotions. If she was lonely, sad, or insecure, she tends to give orgasm after orgasm, as though making you feel good redeemed her in some way. But if she was frustrated, angry, or downright murderous, you tended to get punishments that had you begging for mercy. Something about today told you that you may be getting the latter.

Behind you, Deimos joins you on the bed, stripped of her golden armor. She leans you forward, tying your hands to the headboard to make you hold onto the wood. “Because you touched yourself before I allowed you to, your hands are going to stay here.” Her words are whispered into your ear, hands coasting up your arms to rest on your shoulders. “Repeat that.”

“Because I touched myself before I was allowed to, my hands are going to stay tied on the headboard.” You say, keeping your eyes locked on the wall.

“Are you sorry that you did it?”

“Mhm.” You nod.

“No you aren’t.” She pulls on your hair, tugging your head back to look her in her eyes. “You’re not sorry. You did something you weren’t supposed to do, and now you’re going to regret it.” She lets your head drop, then goes about tying your legs to keep you in a kneeling position.

There was something about her tone, the way she said it, that set alarm bells off in your mind. “Deimos-“

“Quiet. I didn’t tell you that you could speak.” She snaps, spanking your ass once, stinging the flesh a bit and making you yelp. Something was wrong. That’s it.

“No. We’re ending this.” You say, though your voice shakes. “Sword, Deimos. Sword. Stop.”

Her hands stop in their ministrations, shaking a bit, though you couldn’t tell if it was fury or embarrassment or something else. You had never pulled out the word during a punishment before, and despite your love for her, you were unsure if she would obey the one command you had over her.

She then unties your hands and legs silently, not looking at you, not speaking. Then she goes to move away, and you know that if you let her, you’ll never know what is wrong.

You catch her wrists, turning on the bed to do so. “Sit with me? Sit with me, Deimos.” You plead, holding onto her like it was the last thing you could do.

She sits on the bed, avoiding your gaze until you turn her face. You don’t have to say anything, and neither does she. You recognize the deep pain in her eyes, the bottled up insecurity and fear that she keeps locked down deep inside. Usually, it only came out when the Ghost or Chrysis intervened, shooting verbal or physical barbs into her to knock her down and hurt her. But Chrysis was long dead, and Aspasia had been dealt with and conquered.

“Tell me.” You whisper, holding her face tenderly. “What good is a priestess if her god is unhappy?”

“You have no fault in my pain.” She admits gently, leaning into your hands. It surprises you. She never gives into your requests to talk like this. “But I fear… I fear for our future together. Despite the fact that we are no longer hindered by outside forces.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am…” She pauses, and it’s heavy with the vulnerability she is showing you. “I do not regret… anything. Killing my brother, my mother… the traitors of the Cult. It means that I am untainted by their corruption, that I will be able to protect you from the forces that would seek to destroy the Cult and myself. You are my… most precious treasure, my beautiful, protected secret.” Her head rests on your shoulder, and you take her in your arms, though she does not relax or melt into you as you would so desire.

“Yet you are still in danger. You love me. You are the first to love me as I am. The only to love me as I am. And the ones that have loved me before, they are dead at my hands. Will you be next? Will I kill you in a fit of rage? Or worse, will you leave because you fear me so…” She whispers. “They have plagued my thoughts for so long, my brother and mother, and while they wanted to change me, they still…” You feel her frown, and her hands press into your skin, holding you close against her. She’s so tense, she’s shaking in your arms. You were scared, yes, but not for yourself. You have never seen her like this. Did you not understand the true depth of her turmoil?

“They loved me just as you love me. I fear I may hurt you. And I fear I already have.”

“You haven’t hurt me.” You promise. “I knew something was wrong… that’s why I stopped you. Deimos, I love you. And I know that… I know that you feel the same. I would never leave you, and you would never hurt me. They wanted to change you, make you something you’re not, make you mortal. They loved someone who doesn’t exist. Push the guilt from your shoulders. Push the pain away. If they truly loved you, they will rest easy in the Fields of Hades knowing that you are held by someone who loves you in ways they could not.”

In response, you get silence from your lover, but you get even more than that. She melts into you, pushing you down into the mattress with her weight as she finally relaxes into your hold. You press your hands into her back, feeling her heart beat slow into calmness. Her breath evens out from the panic it was, and she holds you in a way you haven’t been held by her.

“I want to make you divine.” She whispers. “No longer a priestess, but my wife, forever in divinity. Forever protected, worshipped the way you deserve, by the people… by me. If you would have that.”

“Your wife.” You respond. “I would love… I would love to be your wife, my love. My goddess. My Deimos.”

“Your Deimos…” She whispers. Unbeknownst to you, her turmoil slows, dissipating until there’s barely any of it left as you hold her. Kassandra of Sparta is no more, the woman that Alexios and Myrrine had hoped she could be was vanquished in the force of your love, your acceptance, your divinity. Deimos, the God of Fear that walks amongst mortals, remains, safe in your arms and your hold.

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bigdickevans · 1 year

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i watched smile and wrote down my live reaction if anyone cares lol. long story short it was better than i thought it would be, the death/spooky effects were fun but it was kinda heavy handed with the mental health commentary

i went into this thinking it would be funny bad but. goddammit. ok i liked the opening.

the fucking back and forth shots of the main lady and the college girl’s faces, it set me up!!

then when it showed college girl had gotten up. idk man something about how empty and sterile the office is wigged me out even more.

and her cutting her neck was neato

at the title card now and alright goddamn it didn’t have to flash like that yeesh

oh also it sounds like this is just gonna be it follows but with suicide instead of sex

lord they’re trying to do mental health commentary. great.

ugh if i end up liking this movie i’m gonna be embarrassed

that cat’s dead. and nooo i don’t know that because i checked doesthedogdie.com

i was hoping the cat would smile lmao

WAIT THE BOYFRIEND

WHO IS HE

SLKJFLKSDF IT’S A-TRAIN

i’ve decided this takes place in The Boys universe

sorry i got so distracted by a-train that i forgot to say that main lady seeing the dead girl in the dimly lit kitchen did freak me out.

we’re back to the mental health commentary.

why does the cat have such a big fucking bowl

Young cop(?) dude gives me the creeps.

Haha sassy black coworker!! very funny and cool el oh el

ooooo i liked her passing the rooms and having to backtrack

bro is vibing stop snapping

im so sorry but this carl actor has a really silly voice

i feel like this boss also looks familiar

oh he was in designated survivor ok

actually i’ve been kinda constipated so maybe if i watch this on the toilet i’ll shit myself and finally be free

jesus this lady just can’t stop breaking glasses

none of this would’ve happened if you just KEPT YOUR HOUSE WELL LIT

WAIT STOP EVERYTHING

YOUNG COP CREEP IS THE EMO GUY FROM JENNIFER’S BODY

wow what a cast

i sorta missed the whole bit where she listened to the recording and heard stuff, i was unclogging my toilet

main lady and blonde bitch are sisters?? wow that went straight over my head until now. i knew they had to be related in some way? but i kinda thought the husband and the main lady were siblings

dead cat moment

love that they felt the need to clarify it was her cat lmao

when the boy picked it up it looked like really bad cgi

DAMN

TABLE SLAM KO

yeah babe sometimes you just gotta yell it out

SLKDFJLS THE PAIN ASSESSMENT CHART

im sorry… mental health preachy message aside, are you telling me the fiance had to look up the fact that mental illness can be hereditary??

for some reason i feel like the main character’s spiral happened way too fast

but to be fair i guess she does have that trauma with her mom, so maybe even though she works in healthcare she’d still be more susceptible to this line of thinking?

the number of times they say “crazy” in this movie is getting ridiculous

love a good smashed in head, i appreciate they didn’t add a loud noise with it considering the amount of jumpscares in this fucking thing

thank god horrible events always happen to artists so we can have ooky spooky drawings

these “coincidences” are so obviously connected it’s ludicrous that literally nobody noticed until now

I mean cops being inept is nothing new i guess

main character is being? unbelievably unreasonable here?? yes, calling a mental health professional is what you’re SUPPOSED to do when someone around you starts acting like this

i thought one of the whole points of this smile demon thing was that it could look like anyone? they haven’t really been utilizing that as much as i assumed they would which is a bummer

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

loved that moment with the sister at the car

it is kinda neat that the death has to be super dramatic so it inflicts as much trauma as possible

but also couldn’t you just do something traumatic that doesn’t involve murder or suicide?

like pretend you murdered someone or killed yourself in a crazy violent way in front of someone so they believe it happened, orchestrate a big practical joke

the demon voice is goofy

putting a knife that big up your sleeve seems like an atrocious idea

LMAO AWESOME DREAM

it’s like in chainsaw man. the whole door thing with denji. i’m not elaborating bc i don’t wanna spoil anyone.

the mom is kinda hot

lol i like how slowly rose closed the door

ooooooo!!!! suddenly tall mom!!!

i’m a tad disappointed with the monster design :/

HELL YEAH you thought a house fire could kill a demon?? lmaoooo

I TAKE IT BACK THE MONSTER DESIGN LOOKS RAD

rose the throat goat

hell yeah love a good person burning

#gail babbles about dumb shit

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Cad Bane Headcanons Part 2 - VERY NSFW 18+

I just can’t stoppppppp.

Cad Bane hated General Grievous more than anyone for what he did to Duro (Operation Durge’s Lance during the Clone Wars – General Grievous ordered an orbital bombardment that released the pollutants from the numerous factories on Duro and made them radioactive, essentially, whereas the entire planet became uninhabitable). When he found out General Obi-Wan Kenobi killed him in battle, it made him hate him a little less. He still wants him dead, though.

Bane loves it when you play hard to get, even though he thinks it’s silly. He can SMELL when you are fiending for him, so it’s a challenge to break your self-control, your “will,” so to speak. He may even be more persistent at this time because he wants to win this little game of Loth-cat and mouse.

If you ever flirt with anyone while others consciously know and are aware of the fact that you BELONG to him (he’s marked or otherwise claimed you), he will consider that disrespectful and a blow to his reputation. “What, Cad can’t keep his lady satisfied?” He does everything to keep you in line, including perhaps slapping a slave collar on you until you learn your lesson. He’ll make you wear the outfit and everything, just to humiliate you somewhat publicly (but you like it).

He CAN develop soft spots for people but tries his hardest not to. He considers it a weakness. It would be too easy to get to him if his feelings get wrapped up in someone. That being said, once it happens, if you are ever in danger … expect him to go feral.

Definitely has some kind of weird oral fixation, thus the toothpick!

He is dominate; get in / get out kind of person. He knows what he likes. He doesn’t necessarily experiment. He doesn’t bother with toys, because if he’s not good enough for you on his own there are a million other women in the galaxy he’s good enough for. It would be a blow to his ego to ask.

His species has TWO dicks (again, going with “reptile” on this one and also for ALIEN SMUT purposes). He can fuck with either of them, but not necessarily at the same time in the same hole. However, it IS possible to go in the back door and the front door together, though separate - if you’re into that kind of thing, OR he can stimulate your clitoris while also fucking you.

While Bane will not display affection publicly towards you, he may let you hang all over him when it’s convenient. It makes him look good to have a beautiful woman not able to keep her hands off him, though he will forcefully tell you to stop when he’s had enough – and you better listen. If he does display affection, it’s very possessive in nature, such as when he grabs Padme’s face in front of Anakin.

He’ll never ask you “if you liked it” or “if you enjoyed yourself.” He can easily tell, and he can also tell if you’re lying to him.

Besides people thinking he’s going soft, the other thing he hates the most is owing a favor. He hates being in debt to another person. He will do all he can do to repay them, and FAST, just so he’s a free agent again. – If he has nothing to wager in a tight spot, he may offer his services as such. “I’ll raise you a favor – no questions asked” for instance – an instance where credits just don’t cut it.

Even though he’s frugal, when he does bother to spend money, he’s very picky. He won’t tell anyone, but besides being into hats, he wants to be thought of as “well-dressed” or something of a style icon. He takes pride in it and will spare no expense if he’s in the mood.

Kinks include: Bloodplay, biting, and he WILL mark his territory ( might even get carried away with the biting to the point he draws blood) praise (you praise him, but he also likes to tell you things like “what a good girl you are”), breeding (not talking he wants kids, but he wants to control you down to your own biology or fill you with his cum), dirty talk ( he talks dirty to you and you fucking love it and vice versa), begging (you begging him for sex or anything otherwise is a huge turn on because he loves having the power to grant your wish, or to deny you), public fornication to display his dominance, bondage/slave play, daddy/little FOR SURE, choking ( consensually him choking you) gunplay ( though he’ll be careful in this regard – no power cells. )

I don’t see him as a brute or a womanizer, but as someone who will rightfully put you in your place and talk down to you, but in an almost sensual, teasing sort of way. “What do we have here, den? Aren’t you de pretty one.” * Brushes a hand against your cheek*// “Feisty, aren’t we? You’re not goin’ anywhere, girl." *Lightly places hand around your throat * He likes ‘em young, but not too young. He’s not a rapist or a creep. He doesn’t NEED to force himself on anyone, he can basically take his pick from thousands of willing specimens.

He has a slow metabolism and rarely eats. It does not take much to sustain him. He is mostly carnivorous, though may eat other “foodstuffs” as Duro was home to many food-processing plants, whereas the Duros mostly lived on orbiting cities. Neimoidians were also known to eat their own kind, which the Duros are closely related. I do not think he is a cannibal, but this pushes me in the direction of “meat eater “as well as those canines of his.

He is an excellent swimmer (amphibious side showin’ a bit), but he cannot stand cold water for too long. Hot water, either. His body temperature may drop too low or increase too high (reptilian side, as amphibians can stand cold water as long as it doesn’t entirely freeze, usually). If this happens, he may become weak and drown after prolonged periods of time. He doesn’t have gills. He can’t survive underwater. He breaths oxygen. This is WITHOUT the breathing apparatus. However, that still doesn’t solve the “getting tired” issue or the “ too cold/ too hot” issue.

He disrespects people and other humanoid beings by refusing to call them their names. Such as when he refers to literally any and all Jedi as “Jedi” instead of by their name. He may just refer to them by species “Weequay.” “Twi’lek.” Or perhaps he’ll just use your surname, and not your first name to denote you’re nothing special. “Oh-naka.”

Inspired by an ask: Cad Bane’s species DOES shed, but this mostly occurs during their “puberty” phase as when they grow their skin does not grow along with them, so they have to shed. In later adulthood, I see this rarely happening, and if it does, it is because his skin can get too dry (perhaps if he spends too much time on Tatooine). It is definitely discarded! Bane is too classy to eat his skin. In fact, the idea of it grosses him out. He has spent such a long time around human/mammalian beings that he prefers their company to other Duros, and maybe like the Twi'leks, whereas they sometimes paint on eyebrows to appear more attractive to humans, he goes out of his way not to be labeled a gross, disgusting reptilian/amphibious creature per se, but more of a man. He has a reputation to upkeep!

Inspired by an ask: I believe he is keenly cognizant of his calcium intake. I see Cad Bane as a man who is hyper aware of his own shortcomings or weaknesses. He can’t afford to have brittle bones in his line of work! I can assume he senses the warning signs. He either basks in the sun when he needs to, or as mentioned by another user, the Duros at this point have developed specialized tech to aid them in this instance.

Fav position: I agree with others. REVERSE COWGIRL.

Bane would most likely never have children, but if he did, he would honestly be a pretty good dad, as Duros are family-oriented, but I see him as sort of “teaching” them everything he knows or “ the family trade.” As I mentioned before, he trained Boba and Boba was a little dick back then, so he def has patience. He may not be around during the “larval” or “baby” phase too much, but once they can talk he’s all ears.

GREAT storyteller. Photographic memory.

Excellent navigator. Memorizes routes and coordinates easily.

If he’s ever frightened, which happens rarely, he emits a strong smelling, utterly FOUL oil that tastes awful ( if you’re trying to eat him ) – I imagine that as a last resort such as with the Rancor in BOBF. It was developed due to all the carnivorous beings that used to live on Duro – The Duros had to protect themselves. It’s gathered in sacs along their ribs. I imagine they are not noticeable until they fill.

Inspired by another user during conversation over his taking Ashoka’s Padawan “braid:” He may very well collect trophies from all his bounties, as little keepsakes or mementos. Usually only if they are something special, like Grievous collected lightsabers. I don’t assume he takes from everyone; only if they were worth something or a real prize catch.

Speaking of, his tracking skills are ACE if that weren’t obvious. Where other Bounty Hunters fail, Cad comes through. He’s not a guild member, so his methods can be a little … untraditional, or even dishonorable.

He doesn’t necessarily have a house per se, but he has a little place to hang his hat on Nar Shadda, the hutt moon aka “Vertical City” aka “Smuggler’s moon.” A bachelor pad of sorts, I like to think.

He HATES the Empire for what they did to Duro, which is sucking all its natural resources dry to the point the Duros had to flee off-world to survive shortly after the Clone Wars, although he will still take jobs from the Empire because credits are credits, he doesn’t care where they come from.

He does have pride for his own species and their accomplishments, but you never hear him talk about it. Sometimes he kills Stormtroopers just for fun, for no reason at all except the Empire fucked his home planet over. He makes sure to never leave any witnesses, because he can’t have a bounty out on his head for killing Imperials.

#Cad Bane #Cad Bane headcanons #Headcanons #Star Wars #Clone Wars #BOBF #book of boba fett #Bad Batch

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rhys-daarling · 3 years

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Drunk Inner Circle Dinner

“Is Rhys still getting ready??” Asked Mor, walking into the High Lord and Lady’s bedroom.

“It’s his hair. It takes longer than mine does” Feyre grinned, even as Rhys bit her ear.

“Cousin, I didn’t think I’d ever have to say this, but get out my bedroom”.

“No manners. Is this how you treat your favourite cousin?” Mor huffed, scowling at the High Lord.

Rhys rolled his eyes.

“And I’m not here for you, I’m here for Feyre” she said, ruffling through Feyre’s cupboard.

“She means my jewellery” Feyre added, her hands wrapping around Rhys’s neck, as her mates hands roamed her body.

“Well yes but semantics” Mor replied, her back to the couple and completely oblivious.

“Cousin, get out of my bedroom. Now”

Rhys growled against Feyre’s neck.

Mor sniffed the air. “EW! EW! IM IN THE ROOM! RHYS EW!”

“Then get out!” He yelled, narrowly dodging the pillow she threw at his head.

•••

Later that evening, as everyone came to the river house for their monthly dinner, Feyre recalled her first family dinner. When she was still wrapped up in her own grief and darkness. It had taken her family and her mate months to slowly coax her out of it.

“Why were you both grinning” she asked randomly as most the food was finished and cleared away and the wine flowed freely.

“What??” Asked Cassian, unsuccessfully attempting to swallow the huge bite of chicken he’d taken.

“When I first came to Velaris, that first dinner, you and Az were grinning from the balcony” she looked at the shadowsinger, who had a small smile as he remembered the evening.

Gwyn, sat beside Azriel, listened to Feyre with rapt attention as Azriel filled her in.

“Oh” Cassian looked at her with warm eyes, leaning slightly into Nesta, who rubbed small circles on his back.

“We were grinning, because Rhys, the royal prick, has been a flirt for as long as we could remember. But on that balcony, cauldron on that balcony he looked like he was already in love with you”

Feyre tuned her head to her mate, who was smiling down at his plate.

“5 minutes with you, and he’d smiled more than the 6 months he’d been back. You had him wrapped around your finger and we KNEW the pompous bullshit he’d do to impress you. What he’d NEED to do to impress you, because his usual smooth ‘Im a fae high lord bullshit’ wasn’t impressing you.”

A laugh from Mor, and Azriel snorted.

“You didn’t see when she threw the shoe at him” Mor quipped.

“You threw a shoe at him” asked Azriel with blatant shock across his face.

“When was this!” He exclaimed, hiccuping, his wine glass spilling.

“How is this the piece of information that evades you” mused Nesta, chortling.

“Feyre, I want a painting of Azriels face at this very moment for Solciste. I want to memorialise it.” Mor cackled.

“How does she manage to throw a shoe at you!” Exclaimed Cassian with drunken outrage. “We’re supposed to be the strongest Illyrians in all of history!” He wailed.

“Ahhh yes I can hear the story now” grinned Nesta.

“Esteemed high lord bested by silk slipper” she finished with a flourish of her hands.

Mor cackled. “The best part” she took a gulp of wine. “The best part, is that she threw her other shoe at him too!” And fell once more into a fit of laughter.

Rhys looked down at his plate and shook his head. He turned slightly to look at Feyre, and wordlessly, grabbed the legs of her chair and pulled her flush beside him.

“Awwwwwwww look at Rhys pulling out the moves” drawled Mor.

Rhys ignored her, looking only at Feyre as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer to his chest.

That was smooth, high lord.

I aim to please, High lady.

“He was smooth on Calanmai” she leaned against his chest, curling her legs up in her seat, her food all but forgotten in lieu of the warmth of snuggling against Rhys.

“What’s Calanmai?” Asked Nesta, she too was snuggling into Cassian, food forgotten as he played with the ends of her hair with his arm across her shoulders, both finishing their wine glasses.

“Spring court sex party” Cassian said smugly, giving his mate a heated look, biting her ear.

“THATS how you met each other” gaped Gwyn.

“Sets the precedent don’t you think” quipped Mor, taking a gulp of wine.

Even Amren snickered at this.

“Coming from the ‘we fucked in the middle of a war camp’, wonder what THAT says about your relationship ancient one” Drawled Cassian, pointing at Amren. Beside him, Nesta giggled into her wine glass.

“And what does the dining table say about yours” came Azriels voice, Mor spat her wine out.

“GIRL” screeched a Amren, now covered in wine.

Cassian had a smug satisifed look, even as the dining table erupted into chaos.

“The dining table!?!” Exclaimed Feyre, her own laugh bubbling from her.

“That’s a communal area you heathens” Rhys’s arm around Feyre’s waist tightened, as both their bodies shook.

“People EAT there” exclaimed Feyre through a hiccup.

Gwyn braced her hand on Azriel’s shoulder as her chair toppled back with her full bellied laugh, tears streaking down her face.

“As if you two can talk” retorted Cassian, pointing to the High Lord and Lady, knocking over a vase as his wings flapped.

“The whole Illyrian camp heard you two fuck against that table!”

“Yes but it was empty when we did it!” Shot back Feyre.

“Only because me and Mor left when you started to rip each other’s clothes off!” Retorted Cassian.

“Az I thought I told you to chaperone them” exclaimed Rhys.

“Why do you think they got no further” hiccuped Azriel.

“Not that night we didn’t” Cassian laughed and grinned with pure satisfaction.

“And bullshit, you and Feyre haven’t fucked on this very table” Cassian looked pointedly at the table they sat at.

“Why haven’t we fucked in Illyria yet. I can’t think of a better way to piss of those pricks!” Asked Nesta with wide eyes.

“For all the reasons to have sex with him, why are Illyrians in the camp on that list at all” Mused Gwyn.

“Have you two fucked on the table we have our monthly dinners at!” Asked Mor in drunk disgust.

“You’re all animals” came Amren, mock disgust on her face as she poured herself a glass.

“A little birdie told me, that you’re quite the exhibitionist Mor” Nesta said with a coy smile.

Feyre choked on her own drink, leaning into Rhys’s hand that rubbed circles on her back.

“So that’s what you get up to at Rita’s” Cassian wiggled him eyebrows, Mor threw him a vulgar gesture.

“I’ll kill Emerie” Mor swore.

“I heard you’ve become quite close friends with Emerie, Mor” mused Feyre with a raised eyebrow.

What happened to not getting involved Came Rhys’s voice in his mates head.

Like you’re any less of a busybody. I know why you invited Gwyn Feyre retorted.

“Jealous that I’m replacing you with a new best friend are you Feyre” asked Mor, swinging the bottle of wine.

“So we’re just going to pretend we didn’t hear that” asked a bewildered Cassian.

“Anyone else have any kinks they want to share with the table” he asked, drunkenly looking around.

“You should ask the shadowsinger” Amren said, draining a bottle of wine.

The tips of Azriels ears reddened, and beside him, Gwyn gaped, mouth open, as she turned her entire body to look at him.

“Keeping tabs on us are you Amren” mused Mor

“The fuck does that mean!” Came Cassian

“I KNEW it” screeched Nesta

“It’s alllllways the quiet ones” giggled Feyre.

“What the fuck, is my court” whispered Rhys in shock.

“Well share it with the table then” Gwyn slapped at Azriels chest with the back of her hand, her eyes tingling with drunken excitement as she laughed.

He smirked at her, whispering something in her ear

“WHAT” Gwyn exclaimed, laughing so hard her chair fell backwards, only Azriels reflexes catching her around the waist.

“I’m going to drop Gwyn back” he said, standing, holding Gwyn to his chest where she continued to giggle and play with his shadows.

“You’re more than welcome to stay Gwyn.”Feyre said drowsily. “There’s more than enough bedrooms”

“I can winnow you if you’d like” Rhys offered, Feyre tucked into his side.

A quick look at Mor confirmed she’d need help getting to her own bedroom at the river house, and would not be winnowing anytime soon at all.

“No thanks, I don’t want to intrude.” Gwyn added shyly.

Nesta scoffed. “She means she loves any excuse to fly and doesn’t want to miss out” Gwyn stuck her tongue out at her.

“As if you’re much better miss ‘lets fly across the Sidra at 4am and watch the sunrise’ ” Mor teased.

“What’s the point of having a mate if I don’t get to use him to appease my every whim” Nesta shrugged her shoulders, smiling as Cassian peppered her neck with soft kisses.

“She makes valid points” Feyre nodded in drunken agreement, grinning like a Cheshire cat as Rhys stroked down her arm.

“Well, there’s a bedroom here if ever you change your mind” Rhys, the most sober of them all, was ever the gracious host.

Thank you high lord” drawled Cassian.

Nesta nodded her head like a toddler.

“Yes why thaaaank you” regaled Mor, putting on a posh accent.

“I hate you all” said Amren grumpily.

“I think you miss Varian” mused Nesta.

“Can he do any water tricks?” Asked Cassian.

“What?” Amren snapped.

“You knowww, can he make you wetttt”

“EW”

“Cass that was terrible”

“Disgusting brother”

“Rhys erase that from my memory I’m giving you permission to go into my head.

“You’d be surprised how many tricks he knows” Amren added cooly.

“I think discussing Amren’s sex life is where we should draw the line” Rhys said in between laughs.

“Thanks Cassian now I’ve got an image of Varian and Amren in bed in my head” Mor scrunched up her face and retched.

“Been there, seen it in real time” Nesta quipped with a grin.

“Nesta stop trying to show me naked Amren I don’t need to see this!” Wailed Feyre, pressing her hands against her eyes.

“Nesta if you show Feyre, she’ll show me” Rhys said with panicked eyes. “By the cauldron if I see that I will force Feyre to erase my memories drunk or not”

“Relax High lord you’ve seen half this table naked” Nesta slurred.

“No I have-“ Rhys stopped mid sentence, looking around with a bemused expression.

“Huh” he said simply, dropping into his chair and taking a swig of wine.

“I’ve only seen Rhys naked” Feyre poked her mate in the arm, grinning.

“Hold on” came Nesta. “When have you three” she pointed at the three Illyrians. “seen each other naked” she asked, eyes wide.

“The birchin. They sit naked together in the steam, sweating.”

“Naked. Sweating.” Feyre emphasises, nodding her head and smiling.

“Huh” said Nesta, blinking rapidly.

“Feyre”

“Yes Nesta?”

“Paint me THAT for solciste”.

“Of course Nesta”

#acotar #acowar #ACOMAF #acosf #Feyre #Rhys #feysand #Nesta #Cassian #nessian #Gwyn #Azriel #gwynriel #Amren #Mor #inner circle #fluff #inner circle fluff #inner circle family dinner

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greensaplinggrace · 3 years

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In a recent malarklina post you mentioned having many headcanons 👀 Care to share with the class?

So I went over some character hcs for the three of them in this post! But here are a few that are specifically Malarklina. (Some of these are set in an Immortal!Mal AU and some aren't, sorry if it gets a bit confusing).

Aleksander has a competency kink and is attracted to Alina showing off her sun powers and Mal showing off his tracking abilities.

Alina makes them both little suns that follow them around to always light their path. This is especially meaningful to Aleksander, although he'd never admit it, because he used to be afraid of the dark as a child.

Mal reminds Aleksander of Luda, and he often goes into depressive states when considering the fact of Mal's mortality. Once Alina fully grasps the reality of the situation, she often suffers from them as well. During these times, Mal tries to be there for them as much as he can, but it's a heavy burden to bear alone.

They all have difficult relationships with gender and sexuality and at one point actually end up sitting down (completely by accident, because Aleksander is allergic to emotions) to talk about this aspect of their lives in more depth.

Aleksander usually sleeps in the middle because he's a) touch-starved and b) an attention whore, but they switch it up on occasion.

Mal is the most clingy sleeper in the history of sleepers. Aleksander and Alina have both woken up on more than one occasion to Mal literally laying fully on top of them and wrapped around them like an octopus. Aleksander likes the weight and usually just snuggles in deeper but Alina has to wiggle out of the way most of the time so she can breathe.

Mal likes Aleksander with short hair but Alina likes him with long hair. This is the source of many fights in their relationship, none of which Aleksander is actually apart of.

Alina and Aleksander both like Mal with longer hair and so he's press ganged into growing it out.

Mal and Alina love every single song Aleksander hates.

When Mal pisses Aleksander off it's no sex for a day even after a dozen apologies, but when Alina pisses him off all she has to do is say sorry and he'll just eat her out right then, not a care in the world.

Aleksander is very physically affectionate, but Mal and Alina have phases of liking it and disliking it, so they have to balance a way to take care of each other's needs without pushing boundaries.

Aleksander is directionally challenged because I said so and Mal and Alina constantly have to make sure he doesn't get lost.

Kissing scars has become a very intimate practice between them all.

Aleksander keeps an obsessively clean house but Alina's paint supplies get everywhere, that paired with Mal just shucking off his hunting outfits anywhere in the house and dumping his gardening/hunting supplies wherever's most convenient means that Aleksander is in a constant state of annoyance about their living situation.

Alina makes a Rule about Mal and Aleksander fighting after Mal straight up tackles Aleksander off the side of the roof when they're trying to figure out how to replace shillings.

They all spar with each other at least once every other day. This mostly started as a means of keeping themselves sharp in case of danger, but it quickly became a bonding routine of sorts. Turns out Aleksander has a lot of information stored up about fighting. That paired with Mal's military training makes for some very intense spars as well as the rapid growth of all three of them into some of the most dangerous fighters on the planet.

@mal-zoya now has me convinced that it will take at least 500 years for Mal and Aleksander to admit they love each other.

Aleksander likes it when they wear his clothes. Alina likes wearing Mal and Aleksander's clothes. There is a lot of clothing sharing going on. It gets to the point where the only way they can tell who's clothing is who's is based on color scheme and the quality of the cloth and occasionally (but not always) the size as well.

Mal and Alina infodump all the time about their passions and Aleksander eats it up. He loves it. He thinks his partners are the smartest people in the universe.

When Alina is suffering from artist's block she goes to Aleksander for inspiration. When she's inspired she goes to Mal to create.

Mal is generally the one who cooks all of their meals because Alina will get distracted when she's going on an art spree and Aleksander will just straight up forget he's a human sometimes. But when Mal doesn't do it Aleksander does it because he has Standards and he's not about to let his partners starve to death, thank you very much.

Aleksander and Mal used to cook plainer foods in the beginning of the relationship but they both slowly shake off some of the chains of their upbringings and previous ways of life to slowly try out more elaborate and lush recipes. Alina has come home on more than one occasion to see them collaborating on a new recipe Aleksander managed to flirt/finagle out of one of the old ladies from the nearby village.

Alina likes to ride out every day and sometimes ropes Aleksander or Mal into going with her. There are lots of picnics and packed lunches in their life. When they go to an especially scenic spot, she'll sit there for hours and draw.

Mal won't ever be able to fully understand the meaning of Alina's immortality. It would be impossible to, even with many explanations and having to deal with Aleksander's own traumas as a result. But that doesn't stop him from attempting to learn as much as he can to make things easier for both of his partners.

Alina attempts to join the local ladies' knitting group in the nearby village but hates it. Aleksander, on the other hand, finds it to be the most valuable source of gossip in the village. He rapidly becomes a part of the club and returns home with boatloads of gossip by the day. Alina and Mal have no idea what to do with literally any of this information, but Aleksander certainly does. Getting involved in small town drama is, in his opinion, one of the best things he ever decided to do. Mal and Alina are beginning to think he needs some therapy.

Mal starts a little farm outside of their cottage and Alina starts a flower garden. Alina also begins to amass a small library over time, with the help of Aleksander "is this an original text?! maybe so" Morozova. Mal is not expecting to come home one day to an entirely new room built into the house and a massive collection of books lining the walls.

Alina and Aleksander will use their powers actively all day. In fact, they both get so comfortable with summoning that they just start letting their emotions affect their summoning all the time. And so Mal has a very good indicator for whether or not his partners are upset or happy based on the way the shadows and lights flicker, much akin to the way people judge how their cats are feeling based on what their tails are doing.

Also, though, Mal just feels proud that they both trust him enough and feel comfortable enough around him and in their home to feel as if they don't need to watch themselves constantly.

Alina still likes mapmaking and, after a few years of peace where she starts to get restless, she slowly begins to do it again. Every two months or so she'll go out on a long trip to map a few of the nearby areas. She quickly builds up a side business of selling her personal maps to the people of whatever town they're living near.

Aleksander eventually opens up enough to share some of his past with Alina and Mal. He especially begins to engage more with the pieces of his culture that he had to forsake in order to assimilate over the years. Alina and Mal are always more than willing to help him puzzle through a half remembered recipe or a phrase in his native tongue that he's partially forgotten. They feel honored every time he shares a small piece of his history with them.

Nightmares are a common occurrence between all of them and whenever one happens a cuddle pile of epic proportions ensues. Also sometimes they talk about feelings have some pillow talk to work through things. Aleksander will also sometimes sing them back to sleep. His lullabies are haunting, but his singing voice is beautiful, and it usually does the trick. He refuses to sing for them outside of these moments, however.

Alina adores the height difference between her and her very tall partners. She thinks its fucking stellar.

Alina and Mal start up an orphanage on many occasions throughout the centuries. Alina loves kids and constantly helps them when she can. She mourns the fact that she won't ever be able to adopt without having to watch them grow old without her.

They've all discussed having kids at multiple points throughout their lives, and they all want to do so. But Aleksander wants to wait until Grisha persecution is no longer even the hint of an issue. Alina and Mal agree to wait, largely because they want some time to think on it too.

Mal tries to teach Alina how to shoot one day and she accidentally clips Aleksander as he's coming outside with lunch. He never lets her live it down and on more than one occasion attempts to use it for sympathy points, even hundreds of years later.

Aleksander is both the big spoon and the little spoon, but he likes being the big spoon (in reality he's a knife, of course). Mal likes being the little spoon but is often relegated to the big spoon, and Alina likes being both.

Alina paints a portrait of Mal and Aleksander cuddled up in bed once and no matter how much they entreat her to burn it she absolutely refuses to do so.

Aleksander is basically a walking, talking source of illegal activity, and he can't be taken anywhere anymore without expecting some sort of crime to take place.

Alina tries to adopt a little black cat one day and Aleksander gets outrageously jealous. He spends about two months being bitter, then another two months trying to chase it off, but the creature stays with them all until it dies of old age (and he'll never admit to privately grieving it's loss, although Mal and Alina both know it).

All of their communication skills are absolutely atrocious but Alina is the best. Mal is the second best. Aleksander doesn't even rank. Over time, they get into the habit of it, though. They practice at it painfully for years until they reach the point where healthy communication becomes second nature.

Mal proposes to Alina one day (after much talk between all three of them) and they get married. A couple years later they both propose to Aleksander (after zero talk, he is suitably surprised and also maybe a bit teary eyed). They have an illegal wedding on holy ground at midnight with a bribed and essentially kidnapped pastor.

Aleksander spends an excessive amount of money on Alina and Mal. He buys them things constantly and lavishes them with gifts. Alina loves it but it grates on Mal for a time until he realizes it isn't a means of manipulation as much as a love language and a shoddy attempt at communication and expressing feelings.

Once they reach the modern world (in an Immortal!Mal AU), they all get phones and send each other the most cursed texts in all of history. The group chat is a hellspace and the individual chats are just pure shittalking. Nowhere is free.

Shopping in the modern world consists of chaotic impulse buys and the excessive waste of money. They're all each other's impulse control, but they can't always go out together at the same time, so it's usually only in groups of two. Which means that when Alina's gone, Aleksander fills the cart with sweets. And when Mal is gone, Alina fills the cart with an inordinate amount of bananas (which are new) and microwavable easy to eat meals and paint supplies and oh! look at these pretty notebooks on display!. And when Aleksander is gone the cart its legitimately just a free for all. He comes home and there's mincemeat and apple pies cooking for some reason. Mal has a new apron. The fire alarm has been replaced. Turns out they stopped at an ikea on the way back and now they have a better dining table.

Alina is the best driver of them all. Aleksander goes way too fast but he never crashes. Mal refuses to even step foot in a car for about half a decade.

Aleksander is actually the one that gets into makeup. He quite enjoys it and thinks maybe his partners need to live a little for once. They both very firmly disagree.

Alina loses the tv remote constantly and it drives Mal absolutely wild. Sometimes Aleksander will steal it just to watch Mal go into a frenzy looking for it.

Alina builds up a large following for her art (and the art of her 'ancestors') over the centuries. Modern day Alina is basically famous, but luckily nobody knows her face.

#okay this got too long i had to stop alsjdflkjds #i got very carried away im so sorry #some of these are just plain aus but I Do Not Care #asks and answers #anon #malarklina #mymetas #shadow and bone #sab #grishaverse #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #the darkling #malyen oretsev #darklina #malina #myramblings #alina x darkling x mal #myhcs

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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querida || javier peña x reader

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Summary: Javi wants to take you on a little roadtrip before the sun comes up, and you two might just have to make a habit of enjoying more mornings like this.

Pairings: Javier Peña x wife!Reader

Genre: fluff and smut, very soft giggly married lovemaking

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: smut & me not being a spanish speaker (please let me know if i’ve gotten anything wrong!)

A/N: Yeah, you guessed it, I’m caught hook, line, and sinker for Pedro Pascal and all his characters. I know for a fact that Javier Peña is fully incapable of sleeping with a woman and not catching feelings, and that goes double when he makes love to his wife. If you’re an older follower of mine sticking through my new hyperfixation, thank you! I hope y’all enjoy ♡

It had just started to rain, gently pattering against the windows whose curtains were closed against the sunrise that was still hours away. Javier hovered over you and kissed you with a persistent kind of gentleness, waking you slowly and easily in the darkness of your bedroom.

“Rise and shine, pretty lady,” he said softly, brushing your hair back from your face. You turned your face away from him as he tried to kiss you again, and he chuckled.

“Come on, mi amor,” he said gently. “I’m trying to be sweet to you.”

“Let me sleep, if you’re so sweet,” you mumbled, moving closer to him despite yourself, wanting his warmth. He pulled you close and kissed your neck, grazing his fingers over your shoulder.

“Do you have to leave for work already?” you asked. It seemed early to you, but you were too drowsy to look at the clock.

“Not yet, but I do have to be in early today,” he said. “And I probably won’t be back until late. So I thought it would be nice to see you before I left.”

You thought that was sweet, and you nuzzled against him and tried to be a little more awake and attentive. You kissed his jaw and put your arm over his waist.

“What do you think about taking a little drive?” he asked.

You pulled back from him and looked up at his face. “A drive? Now?”

He smiled. “Yeah. I know this great place we can go and watch the sun rise.”

You groaned a little at the thought of getting out of bed and hid your face against his chest.

“Oh, come on now,” he said with a laugh, pulling you close again. “It’ll be nice, I promise. I’ll drop you off before I head to work, and you can sleep in all day while I’m gone.”

You could tell this was something he wanted to do with you, and your time together had seemed so sparse and unhappy lately that you couldn’t say no. He had been so stressed and tired with work that most of the time you were together was either spent sleeping or bickering, and you’d missed your happy Javier. Getting up early from your nice warm bed was a small price to pay for how much you would both enjoy spending a few hours together before the sun came up.

“What do you think?” he asked.

You gave a dramatic sigh. “Oh, well, if you insist.”

He grinned and gave you a deeper kiss then, pulling the blankets off both of you. You dressed quickly in the early morning cool of the apartment, and Javi surprised you with a fresh pot of coffee he’d put on before he woke you up. Before long you were curled up in the passenger seat of the Jeep, holding your husband’s free hand as he drove out of the city and towards the mountains. The drizzle continued to fall, mixing with the sound of Javi’s quiet humming along with the Jim Croce greatest hits cassette he always kept playing in his car.

You talked through the whole drive, both of you catching the other up on work and life in general. You really hadn’t seen him very often in the past two weeks - Javi and Steve with both running themselves ragged trying to keep up with Escobar, and you and Connie had been busy volunteering. You were thankful for a friend who understood what you were going through, and you hoped Steve and Connie would get some time soon to just be with each other like you and Javi were now.

When you reached the spot Javi had decided on, a small clearing beneath the limbs of a few Andean oak trees that overlooked a beautiful expanse of mountains, the sky had started to turn the slightest shade of blue. He turned the car off and you sat in companionable silence for a moment, looking out on the natural beauty of the place that had been so hard for the both of you to live in.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” he said, his voice characteristically soft. “All that trouble going on every single day, and it looks like a paradise from up here.”

You reached your hand up to brush your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy your touch, leaning closer and turning his head just enough to press a gentle kiss to your wrist.

“I miss you,” he said.

You touched the pad of your thumb to the crow’s feet that came from his laughter, that contagious, genuine sound that had come to be your very favorite in the world. “I miss you too.”

He leaned across the console and kissed you for a long time, every touch loving and tender and full of care. He grazed his fingers over your cheek, your temples, the place where your pulse beat in time with his. At some point you decided the small distance between you was too much; you awkwardly made your way to straddle his lap, both of you giggling like teenagers when you bumped your head on the roof and he struggled to get the seat to move back. Settled again, your bodies pressed against each other and you felt a spark with each touch that grew into a warm and comfortable desire, familiar with just how much you loved and wanted your husband.

When you broke apart after a while, he looked up at you and gave you an impossibly tender smile.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he said. “Next time, I’ll try to plan something a little more coordinated with your sleep schedule.”

You gave a soft laugh. “That’s ok, honey. I’m actually glad you dragged me out of bed before the crack of dawn to make out with me in a government car.”

“Oh, dragged you out of bed, huh?” he said with a laugh. “I must have imagined all that kissing and sweet-talking, then.”

“I know, it was such a chore,” you said in a pitying voice. You traced his features with a gentle touch, feeling the lines that life’s sorrows and joys had etched into his beloved face. “Poor Javier, having to kiss his wife to get her to wake up.”

You grinned as he pressed his mouth to yours again, proving that kissing you was not a chore to him in the least. He fumbled with the buttons on his plaid you were borrowing, just enough to let him kiss the top of your breasts.

“So, honey...” he said against your neck. “What’s the verdict on pre-dawn car sex?”

You laughed and felt his smile against your skin. “Wouldn’t that be a way to start off your work day?”

“A fun way,” he assured you. “A very nice way, considering all I’m doing for the good people of Colombia.”

You let him unbutton your shirt all the way down and weren’t really surprised when he didn’t take it off of you, preferring the way his big shirt hung loosely on your frame. You hadn’t bothered to wear a bra, mostly because you didn’t feel like putting one on, but he grinned like the Cheshire cat as if you’d planned it all along.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, with all the sincerity in the world.

He pressed kisses all over your chest, leaving light love marks on your breasts with a tender sort of possessiveness. He was a protective man, and the dangerous nature of life in Colombia had proved very hard for him to adjust to when it came to you. He made sure everyone who came into contact with you knew you were under his care, and anyone who hurt you would have him to answer to. Javier was the only thing that made you feel safe on nights when gunfire rang through the streets; you could have a whole army of bodyguards and defense details assigned to you, but the only thing that would ever make you feel truly safe was knowing Javi would move heaven and earth to protect you if need be.

He murmured to you in Spanish as he continued to kiss you, each world a lullaby you couldn’t translate but still understood. He helped you shimmy out of your shorts, not without a few soft laughs, and put his big hands on your hips as you started to slowly move against him.

“Wait, wait,” you said, a little breathless. He stilled and looked up at you, his expression a little dazed.

“What is it?” he asked.

You gestured to his clothes. “Your work clothes,” you said. “You can’t show up all... crumpled.”

He breathed a laugh. “No problem, honey,” he said, his hands resuming their wandering. “I brought a change of clothes, just in case.”

“Had it all planned out, hm?” you teased.

He hummed in agreement. “Just the part where I got to be with you, querida.”

He rubbed circles against your hips as you moved against him, kissing you deeply like he would never tire of it. You ran your hands over his shoulders before you had the presence of mind to tug open his nice starched button down, and you kissed every inch of his warm, tanned skin you could reach.

With the ease of having handled you well for years, his hand moved between you to rub your clit, the pressure making you draw in a sharp breath.

“Javi,” you breathed. You felt every ridge on the back of his hand as he pushed your panties aside to tease at your entrance; you rolled your hips against his knuckles, wanting him deeper.

He fingered you slowly, your breaths quickening together. He let you set the pace as you rode his fingers and crumpled the shoulders of his work shirt in your fists. His strong, calloused fingers and desperate, stolen kisses quickly brought you to the edge; he murmured words of praise as you breathed his name and gave a choked moan.

“Oh, Javi, ‘m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Go on, mi amor,” he said, his baritone warm with pleasure. “Cum on my fingers for me.”

His fingers curled inside you and drew something like a whimper from your throat, your orgasm crashing over you so strongly it almost surprised you. You rode out your orgasm on his fingers, digging your nails into his shoulders as he took great care to draw it out as long as possible.

“Good girl,” he praised, your breaths never quite leaving the space between you. “So good for me. Mi vida, mi corazón.”

Your hands moved down his torso until you were fumbling with his belt buckle, feeling how hard he was, wanting him to feel as good as you did. You tried your best to palm him - car sex had its drawbacks, and one of them was not being able to touch him a easily as you wanted to - but he seemed to like it just fine. He groaned and pulled your hips down closer, raising his own a little to meet you.

“Hold on, baby - ” He made short work of his belt and zipper, the desperate sound of them making you blush despite yourself as he pushed his jeans and boxers down. As hungry as he was, he settled you on his cock with a very tender, deliberate slowness; he gave you a second to adjust to him and both of you were still for a moment, breathless with the feeling of him filling you up.

“Javi,” you said softly. The windows were foggy as the rain continued to fall; his skin was lit in the gentle blue light of early morning, his curls mussed and his eyes meeting yours with a devotion and adoration that would never fail to take your breath away.

“Querida,” he said. “I love you.”

You didn’t know what to do with how much you loved him. You didn’t feel like you could ever truly express it; it was too much, too much a part of you. You gave him a stupid grin that he found more charming than anything else you could have done, and you felt him smile as you kissed him with patience and the surety of a woman who would spend the rest of her life loving him.

The cassette switched tracks to play your favorite song, the one Javi had playing the first time he told you he loved you. “Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong - so I’ll have to say I love you in a song.” Javi sang it to you all the time, and you felt it was only fitting that it was playing now as you started to move your hips against his.

Javi tried to go slow, drawing out his strokes as much as he could, but he’d been waiting patiently and you wanted to see the look on his face as you made him come undone. You angled your hips so his thrusts went deeper, carding your hands through his curls and tugging a little like you knew drove him crazy. He rocked his hips against yours and hit the spot that made you gasp and tighten around him; he groaned and pressed his face to your chest, his unsteady breaths warm on your skin.

“God, I love you,” he said in a tight voice, splaying his big hand over your back and keeping the other firmly on your hip. “Love you wearing my shirt. Love you riding me at five in the morning.”

You couldn’t help a choked laugh as he reached between you to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, certain he’d meant to amuse you and pleasure you at the same time, which was one of his greatest talents. You felt another orgasm cresting like a wave between your hips as he continued his dedicated lovemaking.

“Javi, baby,” you almost pleaded. One hand tangled in his hair while the other held his shoulder in a bruising grip. “God, don’t stop. Oh, I’m almost - ”

“Me too,” he managed. He kissed your jaw as he gave a particularly skillful thrust that made you give a sinful moan.

“Cum with me,” he said against your mouth. He gave you a deep, breath-stealing kiss. “Please, baby.”

You couldn’t have argued with him if you wanted to, and you leaned your head back and moaned in pleasure as he drew you over the edge, tightening around him as waves of your orgasm rolled over you. A string of curses tumbled from his mouth as he came deep inside you, giving you a final few thrusts that made you gasp with the delicious sting of almost too much pleasure.

He mumbled something in Spanish as he rested his head against your chest, pulling you as close to him as you could get. You gave a soft laugh and brushed your fingers through his hair.

“English, please,” you teased gently.

He chuckled and gave your chest a few trailing kisses before he looked up at you.

“Me has robado el corazón, mi amor,” he said. He tucked your hair behind your ear. “You have stolen my heart.”

You leaned your head against his and felt happier and more at peace than you had in a long time.

“I love you, Javi,” you said. You pulled back just enough to see his face. “What’s that thing you always say to me? The orange thing?”

He laughed then, sweet and genuine.

“Eres mi media naranja,” he said. “You’re the other half of my orange. My soulmate.”

You smiled. “Yeah, that’s the one. Eres mi media naranja, Javi.”

He gave you a kiss the way you best loved them, chaste and sweet and tender.

“And you’re mine, querida.”

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Sneaking Around

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader Requested by: @queenofmankind Prompts: // Summary: Draco and the reader intend to christen every surface in Malfoy Manor, trying their very hardest not to get caught... AN: hope you enjoy this lil fun imagine :) Warnings: Smut, swearing, slight humiliation, semi-public sex

Your eyes fluttered open as Draco pressed needy kisses to your neck. “Morning,” you murmured, running a hand through his hair. It was the first official day of the Christmas holidays, and Draco had insisted you stay with him at Malfoy Manor, wanting you all to himself. The night before, you had acted like the perfect little lady, earning his parent’s approval. They didn’t seem to care you were half-blood when you composed yourself so well...

“Morning,” he replied, his hands splaying over your tummy as he slipped them under your pyjama top. “YN... wanna fuck you,” he moaned into your ear, pressing his cock into your hip. You grinned and reached for him, tugging him on top of you, nodding.

“Yes please,” you grinned. “Could wake up to this every morning, Drac,” you hummed as he yanked your pyjama bottoms down.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he smirked, lining up with you. “I’ll be your alarm clock,”

Your giggle was quickly replaced by a low moan as he pushed into you, already rocking his hips slowly, bracing his arms either side of you as you bucked your hips. You whimpered quietly, tilted your head back and sighing with satisfaction as he pressed more kisses to your exposed throat. “Shush, YN,” he moaned into your ear. “Wouldn’t want mother and father to catch us now, would we? They’re sticklers for premarital sex... Fuck, you feel so perfect around me...”

You flushed at the thought of being caught and licked your lips. Surely he had locked the door? You couldn't quite call his bluff, however, so clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your noises as they became sharper, higher-pitched and louder. “Gonna come, pet?” he smirked down at you, eyes blown wide with lust. You nodded and he smirked, and with a few final thrusts, you shattered around him, clinging to him and moaning into his shoulder as he came inside you.

Flopping back on the bed, you hummed softly, still quivering slightly. Draco grinned, rolling off you and cleaning you up before pulling you close. “You, YN, are perfect,” he smiled and you giggled, nuzzling into his chest.

You lay for a few more minutes before getting dressed, using Draco's posh en suite shower to clean yourself up properly. When you emerged, wrapped in a towel, Draco grinned at you. “Get dressed, YN, I wanna show you the library,” He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “Don’t bother with underwear. You won’t be needing it,”

Giggling, you got dressed, before allowing Draco to tug you through the many corridors and into the library. You passed a house elf on the way and you stood nearer to Draco, suddenly aware of the breeze fluttering up your skirt. “Will master Draco be wanting tea and sandwiches in the library?” the elf asked.

“Er... no thank you, Bunty,” he said quickly, before dragging you in and shutting the heavy oak door behind him. Instantly, he attached his lips to yours, kissing you roughly and shoving his thigh between your legs. You whimpered and rocked your hips, before getting an idea.

“Draco...” you moaned lowly, and he pulled back with raised eyebrows. “Fuck me against the bookshelves,”

he grinned, liking your style, and walked you to the back where his father kept the most prestigious, ancient tomes. He cast a quick charm to get rid of the dust before pushing you up against the shelves. You whined out as the shelves and books jabbed your spine, but were soon distracted when he licked a long stripe up your throat and nipped your ear. “Fucking hell!” you whisper-shouted and he smirked, reaching a hand below your skirt to rub your clit.

“My my my, such deplorable language from an esteemed young lady,” he teased and you wriggled on his fingers, scowling at him and hooking your fingers in his belt loops.

“I swear to god, Draco,” you hissed and he smirked, unzipping his trousers and gripping your thighs, hoisting you up to perch on the very edge of a bookshelf as he thrust into you, not letting you adjust to the new angle, kissing you hard to muffle your sweet cries of ecstasy. The upwards angle had you falling apart in minutes, clinging to him as you tried to bounce your hips with his. He grunted, biting your neck as he pumped you full of his come, groaning lowly as he pulled out. You shuddered, leaning against the bookcase for support as you caught your breath.

You carried on like that for days, finding new places to make love all over the manor. Draco took you wherever he could, his room, the library, the drawing-room, the dining room table... your favourite place, however, was his father’s study, riding him in the posh leather wingback armchair, before being bent over the vast desk. Part of the thrill was the risk of being caught- the library door had no lock on it, Draco left the kitchen door open a crack, and the study had no door at all- just a gilded archway.

Perhaps your most daring rendezvous was on boxing day at dinner. You were sat next to Narcissa and across from Lucius when you felt a distinct buzzing sensation between your legs. Draco looked like that cat who got the cream as you sat a little straighter, taking a deep sip from your butterbeer to hide your blush.

“So, YN, tell me, what does your father do?” Lucius asked as you clenched your jaw and pressed your hips into the chair. You took a moment to steady yourself before replying.

“He... uh... works at Gringotts, Mr Malfoy,” you said, your voice wavering a little as draco flicked his wand under the table. Bastard, you thought, pressing your thighs tight together and crossing your ankles.

“Interesting. Curse breaker?” you nodded, gripping the leg of the table out of everyone’s view, your nails digging into the wood. “And your mother works in the ministry, hm?”

“Yes sir,” you said quietly, thighs quivering like mad as Draco revved up the vibrations. “She... works in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes,”

Your interrogation was over and you let out a shaky breath as Lucius turned to speak to his son and wife. When the plates were finally cleared and you had all drank a nightcap, Draco insisted you retire for the night. You were shaky on your feet as he led you out and could barely hold yourself up by the time you got to your room. “Draco, please,” You whimpered once the door was shut. You had been on edge for little over an hour. “Please, please make me come, I-I’ve been good! I held it off at the table and everything, please!”

Draco smirked at you and pointed you to the bed, where you eagerly lay down, writhing on his pristine sheets. he grunted at the sight and used magic to strip you both down. “Want my cock, do you, YN? Is that what you were thinking about all through dinner, answering my parents’ questions like a perfect little lady, while soaking the seat with your wetness like a little slut?” You moaned and nodded, arching your back even though he wasn't even touching you “Well, YN, I’m going to fuck you. You've been so good for me, so I’ll put up a silencing charm. You can scream t your heart’s content. Would you like that?” You nodded eagerly, arching your back, hips writhing as he slowly thrust into you, before settling into a ruthless, merciless pace.

Soon the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, mixed with your loud cries and Draco’s strained grunts. “Please,” you begged. “Please, Draco, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” he purred, and you arched your back, your entire body rocking as you came. Hw carried on, his hard thrusts causing your eyes to roll back and you to squirt, soaking him and the bedsheets as you came down from your high. “Good girl,” he groaned, admiring the sigh, before pulling out and cleaning up as you lay, dazed, breathless and well fucked on the bed.

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exosmutfactory · 4 years

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Reckless Abandon

— Pairing: You & Baekhyun

— Genre/AU: smut,

— Word Count: 2.3k

— Rating: 18+ (M)

— [ Contains: ;) choking/breath play, sub/dom themes, etc. ]

❥ I’m blaming this song for everything, I was just minding my own business and here we are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

❥ ❥ ps: angry sex doesn’t fix everything - it is fun though

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"You think you're so fucking cute."

"Shut the hell up, B." You sigh, roughly letting down your hair from its extravagant up-do. The array of pins and accessories clattering to the white surface of your vanity.

"No." His shake of head is clear in the view of the mirror, black hair ruffled and broad shoulders hastily coming out of his black blazer; jaw visibly clenched. "No, I won't."

You sigh through your nose, searching for a makeup wipe, "You're so annoying."

"And my oh-so-beloved girlfriend likes to strip in front of everyone."

Red colors your damp cheeks as you recall the wardrobe malfunction you had earlier on in the night. One misplaced step on the trail on your floor length dress from a passerby and the room full of elegantly dressed women and men alike got a bigger glimpse at your physique than either of you could appreciate. Did he think you did that shit on purpose!? Who's the one that has to live with more regret? Who had to duck out of the room at the risk of crying in embarrassment?

"You're the one who fucking picked the dress." Your voice has lowered to that dangerously deep tone of bubbling anger as you step out of the long garment, turning around only to be met with his back. Vocal chords straining painfully despite the calm volume because of the previous screaming match you couldn't help yourself from partaking in on the way home. You should stop, but you're seeing too much red to give a damn.

"Not for you to be a slut in front of my associates." He chuckles humorlessly, tugging off the loose tie around his neck; the words falling nonchalantly off of his lips. You aren't seeing red at this point, you're seeing murder, and his name is on the god damn casket.

"What did you just call me?" Your matching chuckle is anything but a good sign, palms aching from the strength you’re using to clench your fists; holding yourself back from touching him. Who knows what will happen then, you rarely reach this level of rage towards the man of your endless affection.

He doesn’t even move, frozen as if just coming to terms with what came out of his mouth. His lack of response spurs you on to cross the room with impatient strides, tugging his shoulder back. "I'm fucking talk-"

You wince as your back collides with the wall, glaring up into equally furious eyes with your narrowed ones, "Get off of me, Byun."

His lips quirk up, it's more of a snarl than a smile as he crowds your space. "Or what?" He muses, stepping forward just enough to cage your body fully against the wall. The way his hand holds your own above your head and the all too familiar bulge pressing into your stomach falters your words; train of thought slipping away at the new look swirling in his dark brown eyes.

"Or…" You utter, gaze not straying away from his own. "I'll fucking kick you-"

He swiftly grabs your leg before you can do any damage, wrapping your thigh around his waist before slamming his hips to yours. The sudden contact between your bodies and your back into the wall pulls a gasp from your shaky lips, stomach turning at the pleasant ache it leaves behind.

"You were saying?" Baekhyun murmurs with a roll of his hips, smirking down at your speechless form. He adjusted his hold on your thigh, leaning to whisper in your ear, "Do you need me to remind me who you belong to?"

You grit your teeth, "I belong to mys-self-" you stutter, not expecting his hand to slip inside your panties so suddenly.

"You sure?" Humor is clear in his voice as he swipes his fingers between your slick folds, the lewd noise it admits making you flush all the way up to your ears. "This cunt sure is saying something different."

"Fuck you." Your voice has softened as well, in tiredness or lust, you do not know. But the knowing look on his face makes butterflies swirl in your stomach, having to bite your lip when his fingers slowly drag up to your clit, merely resting against the sensitive bud.

"Maybe if you ask nicely-"

"Never in a million years." You hiss despite the arch of your back.

Baekhyun pauses, looking over your flushed form for a moment. He licks his lips before meeting your eyes again, hosting you up into his arms without a word.

You barely get a grip on his shoulders by the time he's throwing you onto the bed, crawling over your disoriented form on the white silk sheets.

"I guess," He mutters going in for a kiss, hands focused on groping your breasts and twisting your nipples between his nimble fingers, pulling on them just enough for you to whimper, "You need more."

His warm palms slide down your body in the most agonizingly slow pace. You're already panting for breath under his thorough touches and unrelenting lips. He pulls off your panties with ease, spreading your thighs widely over his own.

"So compliant," He murmurs leaning back, eyes trailing over your naked form spread out for him. "Tell me, where did your fighting spirit go, baby?" His fingers slips effortlessly within your wetness, fingertips rubbing slow circles around your clit; watching you try not to squirm with keen eyes. "Hmm? Cat got your tongue?"

All you can do is bite your lip, refusing to respond while directing your gaze to the ceiling. Yelling when his palm roughly slaps your wet core.

He tsks at your thighs trying to close, tapping them, "Keep those open." His voice has that no nonsense tone, one you'd rebuke against if he wasn't palming you firmly, fingertips teasingly dipping into your entrance. "And keep those pretty eyes on me."

A roll of said eyes brings forth another slap, his other hand wrapping around your neck. Your breath hitches, eyes locked on his own, the soft caress of his thumb over your pulse point making you clench on nothing.

"Look at this soaked pussy," He murmurs, watching his fingers slide into your clenching walls with ease, curling them up just enough to make your thighs shake. "My cock will slide right in."

You're drawing blood at this point stubbornly trying to contain yourself, pressing yourself the tiniest bit into his coaxing hand.

"My lady doesn't feel like talking, huh?" His tilt of head doesn't match the mischievous look twinkling in his eyes; not breaking eye contact for a second while gripping your thighs, pushing your knees towards your chest.

You gasp, meekly holding the back of your legs up, feeling yourself blushing all over again at such a vulnerable position. Baekhyun's eyes greedily drinking up the view of your body on display.

"Look at you…" His thumbs part your folds, wicked tongue swiping over his bottom lip before he's leaning down to your core, warm breath making you tremble. "Who else could make your pussy this wet, baby?" You feel more than see the swipe of his tongue up your folds, moaning shakily when his lips wrap around your poor clit.

"Hmm?" His hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin as you squirm under the strokes of his tongue, little gasps and whimpers streaming like a waterfall from your lips. A messy mix of your arousal and his saliva is already dripping down to the sheets below. "Who else eats this sweet cunt like I do."

"B-Baek," You can feel that coil in your stomach beginning to snap, eyes squeezing shut and body tensing in preparation only for the warmth of his mouth to disappear.

"Hmm? What baby?" He sits back up, wiping his glistening mouth and chin with the back of his hand despite your protests. "You talk all that shit and think you deserve to cum on my tongue?"

An acute feeling of anger flares up inside of you, squashed down the second you part your lips by the feeling of his bulge pressed against you, only a whimper escaping much to your disappointment and his glee.

"Does my baby want something?" He muses, fingers tapping rhythmically on your shaky inner thigh; pining his hard on more firmly against your weeping core. "Hmm? What do you want, honey, tell me."

"I-I," You squeeze your eyes shut; between the ache between your legs and his fully clothed form leaning over you, you know that this isn't a fight you can win. Baekhyun already has you right where he wants you; under him, hyper sensitive to his every touch. But-

Your eyes flutter back open, swiftly shoving him back with your foot on his chest. Settling into his lap before his shocked form can sit up from the bed. "We are talking about this." You murmur, pushing up his shirt and circling your hips, tucking your fingers under the waistband of his black slacks as he quickly pulls the white material over his head.

Baekhyun's lips part, but you just grind harder against him. "T-Tomorrow." He gulps, helping you remove his pants and boxers all together.

It's your turn to hum, smirking down at him while holding his cock in your hands, teasingly twisting your fingers around his sensitive head. Your thumb ever so slightly dipping into his slit to make him wince, his tip weeping even more precum. "Never forget, baby." You meet his eyes, feeling powerful at the bounds of desperation and need swirling within those fierce brown orbs. Leaning to nibble his earlobe, "I can make you just as weak in the knees."

He continues to silently give you those eyes, groaning when you slip his cock around your wet folds, seeming to harden even more in your palm.

You've been with him long enough to know he won't beg. No matter how hard he is or how much your arousal soaks the sheets, he'll still be the most stubborn man you’ve ever known. So you take the liberty of lining him up with your clenching entrance, taking your time sliding down on him; biting your lip at the stretch as he throws his head back. Adam's apple bobbing in his elegant neck. The clear expanse of skin invites you to mark it all over with the shape of your lips, and you do so willingly.

“Move,” He mutters, tightening his grip on your waist, jaw clenching when you clamp down on him.

You lean back a bit, merely raising a brow. “I’m sorry, what was that?” You leisurely lift up to the tip of his cock, sliding back down at a snail’s pace. “Who’s on top right now?”

“Who’s getting ready to end right back on the mattress?” He raises his head from the pillows, black strands of hair already sticking to his forehead. The message in his eyes is clear: move or I’m doing it for you.

You smile sweetly at him, a complete 360 from the way you brace yourself on his firm chest, slamming yourself down on his cock with a vengeance. “You sure are needy,” You murmur in wake of his barely contained grunt, continuing with the slow yet brutal pace. His cock pulses every time it’s deep in your snug walls, making you laugh. “Are you sure you’re gonna last?”

Baekhyun practically growls, strong arms wrapping around you before your back meets the sheets once again. “Had your fun, baby?”

The satisfied smirk is promptly wiped off your face when his fingers venture back to your clit, grip tight on your hip as he tilts them up to better accommodate him, head of his cock grinding right up against that spot deep within your spasming core.

“So brave drenching my cock,” His lips hover right over your ear, uttering even more filthy things as he pulls a yelp from your dry throat, snapping his hips into yours. Slender fingers relentlessly flicking your clit as he picks up the pace. The obscene noise of his cock slipping within your soaked walls and his balls slapping against your ass brings you close to the edge. A loud moan falling from your lips when his hand once again wraps around your neck, adding the slightest pressure to make you breathless. “Be a good girl and fucking take it.”

There’s not much you can do besides call his name as he pounds you with reckless abandon into the sheets, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist as you grow close. “B-Baek,” Your eyes fall shut, turning your head away when he swiftly lands a slap on your clit.

He’s not far off either, breath hitching between his gruff grunts and quiet moans, hiding his face in your neck while your hand tangles in his hair. “Come for me.”

Between his fast pace and dexterous fingers, you’re coming undone in seconds, roughly tugging on his damp black strands and clenching around his cock like a vice.

Baekhyun gasps, easing the pressure off of your neck before he’s trembling above you, hot spurts of his warmth filling you up as his sloppy thrusts slow to a stop.

You both lay there for a while catching your breath, your fingers lightly gripping his hair. “...Baekhyun?”

He sits up at the sound of uncertainty in your voice, looking you over for a moment before tucking your hair behind your ear. Swiftly changing your positions with you held to his chest.

You gasp a little at the sudden movement, whimpering as he groans at the way you clench around him again, feeling him stir within your walls. “Baek, w-what-”

“Let’s stay like this,” He mumbles, arms tightening around you when you attempt to get up.

You pause, taking a good look at him, “You’re still inside of me.” Your nose crinkles slightly at the reminder, feeling the tell-tale sign of his cum dripping down your trembling thighs.

“Of course,” He hums, firm hand sliding to your ass and pressing you down further on him; the messy glide of it pulling another whimper from your lips along with his low toned words. “Have to make sure my girl remembers who she belongs to.”

#Baekhyun smut #bbh-net #running for the 1000th time~

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 4 years

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The Death of a Playboy

Summary: Based on that early concept of Mammon being a ladies man.

You both knew that the sex meant nothing beyond scratching an itch. The heat of his hands on your waist, the warmth your lingering kiss on his cheek, the smiles he gives you on the morning, your sweet good byes at every phone call.

It was all part of a game both of you played.

Tags: Fuck Buddies, Friends with Benefits, No Strings Attached Sex UNTIL BOTH OF YOU CAUGHT FEELINGS, OPEN HAPPY ENDING, implied Simeon x Reader, Diavolo x Reader sex.

A/N: I'M SO GLAD THAT EARLY CONCEPT REMAINED A CONCEPT BECAUSE ALL OF US MAMMON STANS WOULD BE READING DIFFERENT KINDS OF FICS, I KNOW HOW FANDOM WORKS AND WE ALL WANT THAT SORT OF ANGST so im here to deliver.

Wrote this with EXO's Playboy on repeat.

From the moment you heard his voice on the phone, you knew he was dangerous. The sort of danger that could leave your heart broken into pieces if you weren't careful. And you were right, Mammon was a dangerous sort of beauty.

Someone meant to be admired from a far. A safe distance. His words and countenance was alluring and had you been naive you would have believed him so easily. Such a friendly demon, your Mammon.

But he wasn't yours beyond the pact, beyond The Unspoken Agreement, beyond the doors of the House of Lamentation. He was a stray cat that was loved by everyone but loved no one. He came and went as he pleased.

Collecting hearts that meant nothing beyond feeding his greed.

And you had no desire to be part of his collection. You had your pride, and you were used to the emptiness of playing this game. So even as you leave his room, with your lipstick stains on his white sheets, and a kiss good bye on his smile...it all meant nothing to you.

Because at the end of the day, you didn't mean anything to Mammon either.

From the moment Mammon had seen you, he had put his guard up. He knew, in the same way he used to know things as an Angel, that you would be the death of him.

A human, with stormy eyes that made his tar-filled heart beat faster. You were dangerous, in the same sort of way Celestial Weapons were dangerous. Beautiful, bright, and deceptively harmless. Mammon had grown used to the empty flattering and praises of demons, he was used to hearing words of love uttered without a care.

He had learned his lesson.

Love was not for demons and humans were just the same. Even if he hadn't interacted with any for a long time now. So he treated you in the same way he treated everyone else, a charming smile here and there, a playful wink at times, voice soft and just so inviting that even Asmo would be fooled occasionally.

And then there was the whole mess with Levi, and he didn't appreciate his younger brother muddying the waters of your relationship with him. Fuck Buddies or not, you were his pact master.

And Levi had no claim on you. One thing led to another and before he knew it, the loneliness of his days were gone. He used to not care if you left or stayed after a whole night of sex but then somewhere between Levi and then Beel breaking your room, he'd started having you sleep next to him.

He made you stay longer and longer until you naturally began sleeping next to him only to leave in the morning. The morning kisses stopped being a way to say good bye and became a prelude to another round of sex or a make out. His hands lingered on your waist because he wanted to, not because he was driving Levi away.

He had slowly stopped hanging out with his other 'friends' and 'lovers' in favor of you. And Mammon's worst fear had happened.

You were already living in his heart.

And yet both of you were still playing a game he wanted out. But he was to weak to let you go, not when you'd smile at him in the corridor as if sharing a secret with him. Not when you'd play with his hair as he laid on your chest or the way your voice would say his name with a fond tone you've only ever used on him.

Mammon thought how laughable it was that Lucifer had warned you of him but no one ever thought to place a warning label on you. Mammon knew he wasn't the only demon you were fucking.

That beyond the walls of the House of Lamentation, beyond the pact that you formed with him...you had no shortage of partners and not even Simeon had been safe from your charms.

And as he watched the empty space beside him, he wondered whose bed you were staying at tonight.

'Diavolo' you decided as he fucked you hard into the mattress, 'is an excellent lover.'

You were grasping his black sheets as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, his thrusts wonderfully timed to bring you just on the edge of cumming before he slows down and starts playing with the rest of your sensitive body. You couldn't remember which round this one was with the way his kiss leaves your brain into a puddle of sensations as his dick languidly fucked you.

"Diavolo..." You moaned helplessly as you clenched if only to make his dick stay and properly make you come.

He smirks at you, and in the dim and sensual red lights of his room, he looked utterly delectable. Intoxicating. A man who knew exactly what he wanted and cocky.

"Needy aren't we?"

"It's because you fuck me good, your highness" You teased him with cocky grin and lick of your lips.

You get rewarded with a sharp thrust and almost came.

"You quite a mouth on you" He said as if he hadn't known that from the moment you had casually enraged Lucifer with your arrangement with Mammon.

And you laugh softly amidst the fucking, enjoying the slow and almost lazy way Diavolo was fucking you. You smile at him,

"How long do you plan to keep me on your bed, your highness?" You asked as you wrapped your legs on his waist and Diavolo smirks at you, all sharp teeth and answered,

"Until morning."

You reached out for him and Diavolo lets himself be held by you as he brings you to a new high. Diavolo was the perfect lover who knew how to give and take, and you let yourself to drown in his sweetness.

You moan his name unabashed. You cling hard to him, nails scraping his back, when he fucks you hard and makes you cum at the same time as him. You don't let yourself think of another demon with tanned skin, of white sheets that you've started to sleep in more than your own bed.

And when morning arrives, you don't kiss Diavolo to wake him up. Instead you take his morning erection in your mouth and start sucking until his eyes open and he gives you a lazy smile.

"Insatiable human" He called you as he petted your hair.

And then very suddenly grips it tight just right that makes you moan. Diavolo had seen your body illuminated by the moonlight but he appreciates the way it looked as you rode his dick and chased after your own orgasm.

"You truly are a sight to behold."

You say nothing to that but instead glanced at your mother's painting of you displayed in the center of his wall.

Diavolo comes inside you at the same time as you do. He praises you for a job well done as he fondles your chest and admires the hickeys he left on your neck.

"Let me send you back, Darling."

And as you enter the House of Lamentation, you ignore the looks they give you. Particularly Lucifer's and Mammon's, you don't look at anyone as you moved past them to head to the stairs that was nearest to your room.

You didn't see the tight clench of Mammon's hands or the glare he gave Diavolo.

Lucifer calls you to his office the next morning. Collects you from your room that you rarely slept in since sleeping around with demons that caught your fancy. You only bother to wear the white fur jacket left on your table on top of your sleepwear, and then head out to Lucifer's office.

You sat on the sofa across his, still sleepy and uncaring of whatever lecture he has prepared. And lecture you, he does.

"I hadn't said anything about your activities with demons and even those from purgatory hall," he says sharply "but I draw the line with you fucking Diavolo."

You laugh to his face and made yourself comfortable on his sofa.

"Bold of you to assume that Diavolo wasn't the one fucking me."

He glared at you which only served to make you laugh harder.

"He is the future ruler of Devildom."

"And I have no interest with being Queen" you decided to get it out in the open, "Lucifer, its all just fun and games between me and my bed partners."

"Perhaps..." Lucifer acquiesces and both of you ease up, you smile at him fondly and Lucifer looked away.

It had taken time and a couple of threats from both of you to each other before the two of you had found this equilibrium. Where Lucifer would lecture and you'd listen for a while before dragging things out in the open.

"You do have to be careful," He warned you "Mammon can only do so much."

He sits beside your feet and puts in on his lap. The easy intimacy between friends had always been your comfort but Levi's envy and twisted love had sort of ruined that. And though Mammon was indeed your friend the lined had been blurred between you two and you hadn't allowed yourself of that.

And so to Lucifer it went. An unlikely friend who could match your moments of brilliance and could follow your flights of fancy easily. The lovely intimacy between friends who understood each other in the most naked way.

Lucifer knew your hang ups and fears, and you knew the secrets and pains he kept.

"I'll be careful" You promised him.

He smiles at you softly and the two of you just simply existed in that moment. Enjoying the rare moment of peace.

Mammon waited for you to come out of Lucifer's office, he stood at the side of the door. Leaning casually on the wall as he strained his ear to eavesdrop he could hear your muffled laughter until it tapered off into silence. He closed his eyes and wondered if there was any way to stop this game.

He wanted you all to himself, wanted to be the one you came home to at the end of the day. He wanted the things beyond the pact, beyond the doors of the House of Lamentation. The sex was no longer just what he wanted from you.

And Mammon knew, as you stepped out of the room and met his eyes, that you probably wanted the same.

"I missed you, Master~❤" he greeted you sweetly, arms already wrapped around you and whisking you away.

Mammon kept his feral smile. And he could hear your heart speed up and the smell of your arousal.

"Master, let's spend time together all day long~"

He feels your arm wrapped against his and he accepts your kisses as he pinned you against his bedroom door. Cold metal against your skin as his hands deftly undressed you in the privacy of his room. He plays with your nipples as he kissed you deeply.

'This isn't love' Mammon thought as he carried you in his arms.

'This isn't love but it could be.'

And that was the thought that scared him the most. Demons don't love the way humans and angels do. And Mammon already knew what form his love would take.

Greedy and selfish. He wouldn't care about anyone else but you, repercussions and consequences wouldn't matter to him once you were involved. And he didn't want that.

That kind of love he knew you'd abhor.

"Mammon?"

He sinks into your warm embrace and whatever passion between you two was now gone.

"What's wrong?" You asked him so carefully.

And Mammon could almost let himself believe that you love him. Instead of letting himself sink into a new type of loneliness he just clutches you tighter and wishes fervently that you'd never leave him anymore.

You stare at him and his shaking frame. You wouldn't mind if anyone else would be the collateral but Mammon had been different. He wasn't in the same category as your bed partners that you'd leave without good bye or an easy meaningless smile.

Being with Mammon felt like staring at a mirror that revealed all of your flaws. Your greedy and ambitious self that wanted without giving. He had easily and cleverly went through your defenses without your notice. Mammon had made you care for him in the same way, the little prince cared for the fox and his rose.

You began to care for him like he was the stray cat that began living in your home after feeding it for few days. He had carved a space in between the broken pieces of your heart and remade you anew. And so, in the same sort of destructive way you always went, you clung into the routine of sleeping around.

Pretending that you weren't comparing each bed partner to Mammon. Pretending as if you weren't sleeping with him most of the time. You liked to believe that you never played favorites among your low and mid level demons, that Mammon got away with alot of things when compared to the trouble Asmo, Beel, and Levi would bring. You were careful to ensure that no one would look twice at the fact that Mammon was the only high level demon you had on your pacts.

You gave him power over your other pacts and gave him power over you. You hide your wry smile and, hope, as you lull him to restful sleep that he doesn't realize how far you'd fallen.

You still had your pride after all.

What breaks isn't Lucifer's trust on you nor your pride but the bond between you and Mammon. And losing him, the very feeling of a pact breaking hurt you more than anything else.

You had your pride and you've won your gambit but as you see Mammon walk away from you his composure in tact, it felt like you've won nothing at all. And whatever joy you had on having Diavolo's pact mark on you had long since faded.

Even so, you don't let yourself break or cry or show any negative emotion. You keep your smile plastered and iron out the details for Belphie's clemency. There were so many things to be done and your greed and ambition had yet to be fully satiated.

And as his accusations and hateful glare rang inside your mind, you reminded yourself that you would never beg anyone to remain.

Mammon fucks his heartbreak away through half of the entirety of devildom. And the occasional witch that would willingly offer themselves to him. He doesn't let himself feel the pain of your betrayal and broken promises.

You were living your best life and he wasn't part of it. He was a fool to think you'd be different. That he would always be the only one, he should have known when you let Diavolo bring you back that things were changing.

He couldn't keep you because you never stayed unless he asked.

He relearns how he was before you came, resharpens the edges you blunted and flirts more than ever, and leaves hearts broken more than Asmo. He doesn't bring anyone home because even at his worst, the thought of hurting you directly or indirectly was something the couldn't do.

He loved you to the point of losing himself.

In chess, Promotion by rule meant that the moment a pawn reaches the 8th rank it would be replaced by a player's choice of Rook, Bishop, Knight or a Queen of the same color. Imagine this then:

Two players. God plays White and Diavolo plays Black. God plays the King's Gambit as his opening move and Diavolo declines it. Changing the game in his favor but still loses.

A new player arrives and plays Black. The game continues from where it left off. A losing game but a miracle occurs. Somehow the new player manages to do a Promotion.

A pawn is turned into a Queen.

Black wins. It was nothing short of a miracle but the win came with the cost of sacrificing the promoted Queen.

It wasn't the way you wanted to win. But you were desperate. Even so, that greedy part of you never wanted to lose Mammon.

But the empty space where his pact used to be is a stark reminder of what you had done. You wondered if there was still a chance to change things for a better.

You hear Diavolo call for you and you go to him and you begin pretending again.

'Maybe this time I can actually believe you meant nothing to me...'

Like always, you don't notice the way Mammon looks at you.

This is how you surrender:

At a party held in your honor.In the dark empty underground gallery of the castle, Mammon has you pinned against the cold brick wall and you're desperately kissing him back. His grip on you tight and the desperate, you grind against him for the friction and heat you crave. In the dark you could pretend that this was one of your games.

Heated kisses in hidden places. Risking the chance to be caught if only to bring out in the open what shouldn't. You had always known that Mammon was beautiful and it wasn't just his physical appearance. It was his genuine care for you, the intimacy that went beyond the platonic and the romantic. It was him seeing you at your absolute worst and loving you still.

It was the way he held you right now. Tight but still incredibly careful, always thinking about your inherent human fragility. It was in his kisses that stole your breath away, the ardent adoration in his eyes as you repeatedly called his name in between your near silent moans. That his hands still knew your body so well, that every gentle caress and grip of his hand was always sure. Never faltering nor second guessing the actions that would arouse you.

"Mammon" You begged, said his name like a whispered prayer in the nights you missed his embrace.

A single name that encompassed what you wanted to say but couldn't.

Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

Come back to me.

I love you.

He fucks you against the wall. Rough and desperate and taking out all of his frustrations at your expense. And even then, he fucks you just the way you like it. Ensuring that you would love every moment that he thrusts his dick in you. He whispers his hatred in your ears with every thrust and mixes his love for you.

He shows you his absolute worst. This love of his that only takes and takes. A twisted love that would never let you be as free as you are now.

"Master, you must really think I'm pathetic" He whispered brokenly, "I'm here still wanting you, still doing what you want even without the pact."

You moan his name.

"But even then I can't hate you with everything I have. I'm Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and you've reduced me to this."

You looked at him, eyes daze and brain still muddled from his expertise. Despite that you see his broken and lost look and can't help but coddle him. Make promises of fixing things and your heart breaks with his hollow laugh.

"Forgive me" You whisper as you hold onto him tight, his pace relentless as he hits that one spot again and again.

"You promised" He said as he held you tight enough to leave bruises.

"I'm sorry."

"Why do ya always leave? Even when I want you to stay you never really stay! Master!"

You feel his tears fall on your face and taste its salty flavor as he kisses you again. You feel your insides clench as you come and Mammon follows right after. Both of you breathe heavily, Mammon leans on you and you hug him.

"I didn't want to fall for you," You answered as you clutched his jacket tightly "From the moment we met I knew that it was inevitable but I still tried."

You relish at the perverted way you two were still connected and wondered how far could you take this before something broke beyond repair. But that was how far you were willing to go, always wondering but never for a single moment considering to do it.

"Mammon, my only beloved demon loving you was something I could never escape from."

He looked at you and saw the helplessness in your eyes and as you looked at him you put down your pride. Your demon whom you've tamed and in turn tamed you.

"I surrender myself to you."

It was too soon for an 'I love you' with wounds still raw and problems needed to be addressed. There were still secrets needed to be talked about and countless little things to be done. But in this moment, where Mammon sees you at your most honest, he spoke

"I accept."

And he kisses you softly, sweetly in the way he always imagined if you were his lover. It isn't love but it could be and this time both of you would let it be.

#mammon x mc #mammon x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #obey-me-mammon-x-reader #diavolo x reader

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sinninginpurple2-0 · 3 years

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Rite of Passage - Chapter 10

This was completely and utterly inspired by an ask sent to @clairelutra and her response to said ask. All credit for the basic idea goes to her.

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AO3 <<Chapter 1 <Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11>

Confessions

“You’re staring at me, aren’t you?” Marinette asked, eyes still closed as she regained her senses completely.

Adrien grinned mischievously and moved to lie down next to her again, propping his head up on his arm as he did so. “How could I not stare at you when you look the way you do?” he asked, snickering a little when she opened one eye to peek at him, “Half naked and sweaty and delicious? Good, was it?”

“Oh God, you’re about to be unbearable right now, aren’t you?” she asked with a sigh, “You look so pleased with yourself. Like the cat who got the cream.”

Well…That pun was enough to uncomfortably stoke his imagination. His eyes trailed down her partially naked body to the juncture of her legs, slick with her own moisture. He licked his lips.

Noticing his gaze, Marinette rolled over onto her side to face him, propping herself up in the same way as him. He turned back to face her as she tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively.

“What?” she asked, “What is it?”

He gulped. Did he really want to tell her this? It was sort of embarrassing, but they had never lied to one another before – not except to protect their identities – and he didn’t want to start now over something as stupid as sex. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. Then he spoke as honestly as he could, in spite of the way his shoulders crawled upwards to try and hide his flaming ears.

“I want to go down on you. Like, I really want to. You have no idea how hard I am thinking about it.”

He watched as Marinette’s eyes widened before she averted her gaze in embarrassment. There was no noticeable blush this time, but her skin was already a permanent rosy colour, so perhaps she had simply reached her capacity.

“Really?” she asked, her nose wrinkling a little as she glanced back at him, “‘Cause I’m not too crazy about doing the same for you.” She suddenly looked horrified for a moment as the words her mouth had spoken without her brain’s input reached her ears. “Not that I wouldn’t!” she squeaked, desperate to reassure him, “You’d like it and I’ve never done it before, so who knows how I’d feel after trying it? But I can’t help thinking it’s a bit icky and-”

He leaned forward quickly without warning and kissed her deeply, quieting her ramble before it picked up too much speed. “You don’t have to,” he told her, “I mean, I’d like you to, but there’s no pressure. Maybe we could try that later? Or another time?”

Shit, he thought, biting his lip, eyebrows pulling together in sudden uncertainty.

“That is…if you wanted to do this again sometime?”

Marinette stared at him for a moment and Adrien began to worry that he had ruined everything. Why could he never be satisfied with what he was offered? Here he had been given this wonderful opportunity. The chance to show his Lady his love for her without the need for words. To let his adoration bleed through his physical touches and sensual kisses. Every neuron firing, carrying the message to his nervous system to paint his feelings across her skin and pray his worship was absorbed into her very being. And he might have killed that opportunity by daring to ask for more.

Marinette didn’t seem to be as oblivious to his inner turmoil as he had once been to her feelings for him, her hand reaching up to stroke through his bangs hanging down towards her before resting on his cheek tenderly. She caressed his skin with her thumb gently, a concerned look appearing in her expression. “You’re worried this is a one-time thing,” she said.

He dropped his eyes from her face to her collarbone, chewing his lip more harshly as an outlet for his dejection. He started when her thumb suddenly teased free the abused tissue from his teeth, glancing back up to her face to see the softest smile looking back at him.

“Adrien,” she started, “Chat. After today, I would be ecstatic to do this again. Maybe we could also…” her eyes darted away for a moment before returning to his face. He watched as she took a deep breath, a look of determination taking over her face as she continued. “Maybe we could get dinner? Then go to the cinema or something?”

Adrien’s self-imposed misery swiftly slipped away from him. Like ink floating through the liquid sweetness of her words, he felt it swept away by the current of her equal desire for more. Overcome by exhilaration, he pressed his lips to her own with alarming pressure, desperately trying to push all of his joy and devotion into the kiss. She responded with equal intensity as soon as her surprise at the sudden action wore off.

“I would love to go on a date with you. On one condition.”

“What?”

“We go on lots of them. And you let me pay. And I get to spoil you with lots of gifts and we cuddle in front of the TV sometimes instead of going out.”

“That’s more than one condition.”

“So, sue me, Maribug. Will you be my girlfriend?”

She smiled in a way that warmed his heart so thoroughly, he was sure he would never be cold again. In fact, he was sure to radiate that warmth now so that all places he travelled to would remain safe from inclement weather.

“Of course, I will, Chaton,” she replied, her hand cupping his cheek as she leaned forward to drop another chaste kiss to his lips. Her hand slid down his face to his shoulder, continuing to his chest where she applied the faintest pressure, nothing more than a hint of what she wanted from him.

He obliged by rolling back to lie against the mattress as she continued to smother his lips with unconcealed affection.

She pulled back slightly, and his eyes opened -still half lidded- to see the only girl he’d ever felt this strongly for, his Lady, his Marinette, hovering above him. She was watching his face closely and a strong wave of emotion was evident between them.

“I love you,” she said in a thick voice, “I love you so much.”

She loved him? He knew from what she’d already admitted to that she liked him, was definitely attracted to him and had been so for quite a long time if the way she talked was anything to go by. But for her to be in love with him? It was something he hadn’t yet considered.

His eyes felt hot and he pulled her down to him and buried his head in her shoulder to hide his face until he could control his urge to cry. “My Lady,” he sobbed, “I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Kitty, are you alright?” she asked, the concern in her voice evident as well as the soothing hand rubbing at his scalp.

“Yeah,” he sniffed, “I just…I’ve waited for you to say that for so long and part of me thought it might never happen so I’m…I’m-”

“Shh. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she told him tenderly, shifting slightly to hold him more comfortably.

As emotional as he was, the crinkling noise caused by her movement evoked the curious cat in him and he experimentally brushed his own chest against hers a little to confirm. Yup, there was that strange plastic sound again. He pulled back from her shoulder to glance down at the origin of the noise and spotted it at once.

There, tucked tightly inside the small pocket on the front of her pyjama top was a square plastic packet. He recognised what it was at once and the beginning of a small smirk appeared on his face.

“Was this all an excuse to look down my top?” Marinette asked with a giggle, incorrectly guessing at the direction of his stare.

He looked back up at her for a moment before the grin intensified. “It wasn’t, but since you mention it, it’d be rude not to.”

She sat up before he could glance down again, and he laughed at her feigned disapproval despite himself.

“You know,” she started, drawing his attention with the way her arms crossed over each other to grab hold of the hem of her top, “if you wanted a look, you only had to ask.”

She pulled the garment over her head with a minor flourish before she attempted to throw it to the side of the bed with the growing pile of clothes they’d shed already. She would have been successful if Adrien hadn’t shot out his arm to grab the soft fabric before it could get out of his easy reach.

“Nice,” he said, turning back and really it was nice. Marinette had forgone her bra as well as her underwear when she had changed, so now she sat completely bare before him. Aside from the obvious exhilaration of finally getting an eyeful of her boobs, Adrien found he was completely awed at every inch of skin revealed to him. Hers was almost flawless and he was sure that most models he’d worked with in the past would kill for skin as soft and beautiful as hers.

He reached out for the only visible line he could see, a thin white scar -obviously a very old, healed one. It was offset from her right breast ever so slightly and led out towards her breastbone and he traced it in reverse with his thumb, stopping just short of his destination in order to glance up at her face for approval. She looked nervous again which confused him for a moment until she spoke.

“I fell off my bike as a kid and there was a stone in the road which cut me,” she explained, though he hadn’t asked, “I know it’s kind of ugly, but-”

“It’s not,” he told her, “There isn’t a single part of you that’s ugly and you don’t have to hide it from me. You know that right?”

When she didn’t respond he pushed himself up to place a kiss to the edge of her scar, delighting in the gasp she made at the contact. Again, he glanced up at her face.

“More?”

“More.”

He acquiesced, gently running his tongue along the fine line by feel alone and continuing further along her breast until he reached her nipple. He closed his mouth over it and sucked, encouraged by her breathy sighs. His other hand came up to reach for the other breast dropping the top he had still been holding to the bed beside him as he did.

He spent some time moving between breasts, experimenting as he was unsure what else to do due to his inexperience. He left trails of kisses, sucked and licked. He tried a light nip to her nipple at one point and immediately worked out never to do that again, as Marinette gave a hiss of discomfort and pulled away a little. He eventually fell into a rhythm of using the tip of his tongue to leave little secret messages across her, tattooing his feelings for her into her skin with words of affection.

She giggled after a while and he pulled back to look at her for clarification.

“Are you doing the alphabet trick?” she asked with a grin, “I thought that was for other places?”

“What? I-I wasn’t-I was just-” he began to splutter nonsensically, and she gave a snicker at his embarrassment, “I was writing that I love you, if you must know.”

“Aww, Kitty. That’s so sweet.”

The barely restrained laughter made it hard to believe her.

Adrien decided that if his Lady was enjoying teasing him, then maybe it was time for a little payback. Leaning in to touch his forehead against hers, he reached out with one hand to fish the little packet from the pocket on her top whilst the other one reached to cup her between the legs distractingly.

“I could always write those little love notes somewhere else for you, if you wanted,” he purred, enjoying immensely the immediate effect he had on her as she whimpered in response.

His other hand successfully extracted its prize and he brought it up to their faces to present between two fingers for her examination.

“Though I also kind of want to know where you got this condom from.”

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beholdme · 3 years

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All the Many Shades of Gerry - Chapter 13

Chapters: 13/19

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist

Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Gertrude Robinson, Elias Bouchard

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Library AU, Librarian Jon, Artist Gerry, Trans Male Character, Trans Martin Blackwood, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Ace Subtype - Sex Positive, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Falling In Love, Boys in Skirts, Kissing, Demisexual Gerard Keay, Minor Character Death, Past Character Death, Canon-Typical Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Flirting, Minor Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker, Adventures in Hair Dying, Happy Ending, Banter, Gerry has a lot of sass, Gerard Keay is Morticia Adams, Jon is a very grumpy Librarian, Martin adores them anyway.

Summary: In which Gerry is a kaleidoscope and Jon and Martin can’t help falling in love with him.

He happens to love them back.

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If someone had asked Martin where he had least expected to be on the day after his thirtieth birthday, the veterinarian probably wouldn’t have been at the top of his list, but it definitely would have made the top ten.

Honestly, Martin didn’t think he had ever stepped foot into a vet clinic before in his life. He had never owned so much as a pet hamster, and now here he stood, clutching a tiny ball of mewling fluff and trying not to get distracted by the pet toys.

He felt positively inundated with new information on all sides. There were about a million different types of pet food lining the walls, and everything seemed to be a new bright colour to draw his distracted eyes. Warning signs that made very little sense to him filled the space, most memorably ‘Large birds must be kept leashed at all times inside the practice’, and ‘Reptiles need to be secured inside their travel enclosures.’

There was indeed an iguana in a massive glass enclosure sunning itself under a heat lamp, but it appeared to be a permanent resident, not a guest. Seemingly opposite to this was the massive tabby cat draped across the reception desk.

Martin begins to panic slightly.

He desperately wished he had allowed one of his lovers to accompany him, but he had sent Gerry back to bed to sleep and Jon had been shooed off to work, both quite thoroughly hung-over.

Now here he stands, alone with his new fluffy friend, and doesn't even know where to start. Neither of his partners have ever actually had a kitten before, but at least they had both owned cats before.

Gerry had been adopted by Saturn as a full-grown boy when he arrived at the window of his shitty little flat in Edinburgh and demanded to be let in. Gerry had confessed to a romantic feeling of instant affection for the fluffy beast and had taken Saturn in without a moment’s hesitation. They had moved together as he traveled the country, eventually settling together in London, where he had found Jon again.

Jon had been raised with several cats that had all been born before him and had liked them, but he had told Martin once that he heavily associated cats with his Grandmother and his slightly cold upbringing. That was all the pet experience he had until he met Saturn and fell in love with him as easily as they’d both fallen in love with Gerry. Like goth, like feline companion, apparently.

Nevertheless, Saturn did not appreciate being taken to the vet and had never gone once since Martin had met him.

"Can I help you, sir?" A kind-looking older lady sat at reception, and she beaconed Martin forward gently.

"I- I-" He started, stuttering badly. He closed his eyes and shook himself to dispel the unfortunate remnant of his childhood. “I found this kitten, and I was hoping the vet could check on it for me?”

“And will you be wanting to surrender it into our care?” She asks, tapping away at her keyboard.

“What?” Martin shies away, pulling the cat protectively even closer to his chest.

“You’re more than welcome to keep it, but we do also take in strays if you aren’t able to.” She smiles at him soothingly.

“Oh, I want to keep her please.” Martin flushes a bit. “I already gave her a name.”

The woman smiles at him knowingly. “The vet can see you in 15 minutes then.”

She takes his contact information, and they weigh Martin’s new friend. She guesses the kitten's age to be about 2 weeks and sends him off to sit close to the iguana.

An hour later, Martin stumbles out the door, armed with more supplies than he could ever have imagined he needed to raise one small animal. His head is spinning, alternating between fond adoration and complete anxiety over this new task that he has given himself. Luna meows at him supportively, happy to be clean and have a full belly.

Out on the street, he finds Jon. It’s raining slightly, and he’s wrapped in a long peacoat, with a scarf Martin is certain was once his.

“What are you doing here?” Martin demands, shocked. He stumbles over to his partner, and Jon reaches out to steady him. “I thought you were at the library."

Jon presses a quick kiss to his shocked mouth, before taking several things out of his overcrowded arms.

"I know you said that you were going to do this on your own, but I wanted to be nearby in case you needed me, so I called off." He shrugs a bit, "I reckoned that I had earned it, what with all the overtime I work and don't get paid for."

Martin is filled with warmth, eyes welling a bit. "Oh, Jon."

"Oh no, don't cry. I'm sorry." Jon's face pinches in concern. "I can go if you want me to."

"No, I'm so happy you're here. I was just wishing for you, and there you were. Thank you." Martin steps towards him as best he can, and they kiss softly for a few moments, out in the rain.

In time, the kitten, haphazardly clutched to Martin's chest, makes her displeasure at the soggy conditions known. Gripping hands tightly, Jon and Martin set off towards the bookstore, just a couple blocks over.

It’s quiet when they arrive, the morning pre-work rush over, and the student and lunch crowds far off yet. The two baristas and Tim descend upon them immediately when they see the small head poking out of Martin’s coat. There is much cooing and fuss over Luna, and Martin recounts the tale of discovering her in the back alley of Gerry’s bar.

Once they return to work, Jon and Martin settle on one of the sofas, a coffee table before them. They make up a small cat bed, which Luna explores for a few moments, before sitting at the edge and staring at Martin imploringly. He scopes her up and plops her inside, before placing the tiny bed right in his lap. She happily passes out after that, the wild adventures of the morning catching up with her little kitten body.

Deciding to truly have the day off, Jon does not take out his laptop and start working on it, instead ordering their tea, picking a book to read from the store, and bringing it all over to settle with his partner.

“Thank you for coming,” Martin tells him, a soft look on his face. He leans an elbow on the back of the couch, head resting on his fist. “I didn’t even realise how much I needed you until I saw you there.”

“I know,” Jon starts, frowning in concentration, “that I’m not always the best at sensing these things, that sometimes I can be too focused on myself and the things going on in my head. I do hope that I always manage to catch the important moments, and I trust that you’ll always let me know when I don’t.”

Jon pauses, and sighs, a self-deprecating smile lining his face. He continues, “I want to learn to be who you need me to be. I want to be for you, what you always are to me. I love you, Martin.”

“I love you too, Jon.” Martin squeezes Jon’s hand, before placing a sweet kiss in his palm. “You are exactly who I need you to be.”

It is a soft, hazy sort of day. The rain pours outside, and Jon lies against Martin and reads two books before lunchtime. Martin practices bottle-feeding Luna, every few hours, and Jon sits nearby watching nervously. He wonders vaguely if his partner is alarmed to be around an infant of any kind for a while, but on the third feeding, Jon seems to rouse himself and offers to give it a try.

Each time a new client comes in, there's a round of cooing and petting, and Martin worries that she’ll be spoiled rotten in no time. He imagines that if she spends much time here, he’ll have to sell cat treats and Luna will one day be as fat as a house.

At one point, Jon starts to read aloud, and Martin seems to fall asleep gently propped against his shoulder. He wakes to find Jon laughing softly and Luna learning to use him as a climbing frame.

"I think she likes you, love," Martin whispers into his hair.

"Well, I think I might like her too," Jon confesses, a world away from his scepticism of just this morning.

After lunchtime, Gerry flies into the store very manically, clutching a very strange backpack to his chest. It has a weird clear window, reminiscent of a ship’s porthole, and the rest of it is hard structured plastic.

He ducks down to kiss first Martin, then Jon, before thrusting the backpack into Martin's hands.

"What is this?" Martin asks, holding it away from himself as if it might bite.

"It's a cat backpack. Saturn has always preferred it to a normal cat basket, and I thought it might be useful if we need to take her to work with us and then back to various flats." Gerry walks around the table, bodily picking up Jon's legs and sitting beneath them. He looks like nothing so much as a large, damp bat, black trench coat flapping around him like over large wings. "I ordered her one of her own, but it won't be here for a few days, so I brought Saturn's in the meantime."

There's a beat of shocked silence, so Gerry adds, "Only if you want it, obviously."

"I- I do, thank you." Martin can feel himself blushing with odd pleasure.

He had made sure to ask them if they were okay with Martin keeping Luna, but he hadn't really expected them to embrace the situation with such gusto, and his heart burns with an odd intensity at their gestures of support.

It's almost-

It's almost like they love him, and care about all the things he cares about.

Martin sits, staring at a cat backpack, and allows the realisation to wash over him. It hits him like a tidal wave, despite the dozens and maybe hundreds of times they've said the words to him.

He feels very foolish, left floored by the fact that his lovers- well, that they love him!

Martin knows, understands even, that he has been left slightly broken by his father leaving, his mother hating him, the things that he chose to do to survive in his early adulthood. He does understand that, and yet he never realized that he was hearing Jon and Gerry say they love him and saying the words back, and yet subtly holding on to the (clearly mistaken) understanding that they don't really mean them.

It makes a sick kind of sense, clinging to the idea that they don't really care about him, so when they decide that they don't anymore, it doesn't leave him broken beyond repair.

Martin puts the cat bag down on the table, hands Luna to Gerry, and gets up. He waves at them reassuringly when they try to ask him what's wrong, before walking to the bathroom, locking the door, and sobbing like a child for several long moments.

As Luna grows, she spends time with each of them.

Gerry takes her most of the first nights, feeding her through the evenings and then handing her back to Martin as he leaves for the bookstore.

This means she spends quite a lot of her formative life in a bar, but when Martin goes in to check on them, he finds Gerry's plastered clientele just as enamored with the kitten as his own tea-drinking patrons.

Jon likes to have her in the late afternoons, keeping her at the library for a few sleepy hours before he leaves for the day. He tells Martin once that the children's reading group comes in during that time, and he likes to sit in with them and let Luna listen along.

The children, of course, adore her and Jon tells Martin very primly, "Listening comprehension is a very important skill in a developing infant."

Martin finds it hilarious and adorable and can't help but pull Jon into his arms and kiss him breathless, an unimpressed Luna trapped between them.

Saturn does not appreciate Luna at first, disappearing in a huff the first few times Martin brings her over to the studio.

"Don't worry about it, love." Gerry had waved away his concern casually. "He's just a jealous baby. He'll figure out that she wants to play with him eventually, and then they'll be the best of friends."

Indeed, Martin walks into the kitchen one morning to find the two cats curled together in a shaft of sunshine. Saturn is gently giving her a bath, and Luna purrs sweetly at the attention.

When Saturn notices him watching, he untangles himself, shows Martin his bum, and then disappears. He's reminded of nothing so much as Gerry himself, caught eating ice cream for breakfast, or smoking during the day, an activity he would insist is a nighttime pursuit only. The same drama is employed as a distraction technique, and Martin wonders whether the cat learnt it from the goth, or the goth learnt it from the cat.

Luna grows and settles, and Martin adores having her more than almost anything.

He takes the time, as they raise her, to force himself to accept his life for what it truly is. He puts aside the constant nagging fear that Jon and Gerry will lose interest in him one day and begins to notice all the ways they show him they love him, which makes the words all the more precious to him when they take the time to tell him.

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OR IS HE?

I present to you, the Michael Knight Manwhore Index!

This was shamelessly ripped off from inspired by Sara_merry’s Michael Knight Sex Project on LJ, which tragically appears to have been abandoned after the first 14 episodes. But having a) a ton of spare time on my hands due to the ongoing Coronapocalypse, b) a steadfast dedication to sitting around in my pajamas watching Knight Rider instead of cleaning the gutters or replacing my car’s valve cover gaskets and c) a burning need to know how accurate my estimate of Michael’s conquests was in my last trashy fanfic, I persevered.

Methodology: I assigned each prominent female guest character (and the occasional male and/or regular character) a probability of having gotten it on with Michael, based on my subjective interpretation of how much they flirted/made out/made plans for a romantic getaway/actually went on a romantic getaway. Episodes in which at least one character had a 50% or greater probability (including with characters who were talked about but not seen onscreen) were assigned a value of 1. Episodes with a 49% or lower probability were assigned a value of 0. Values were totaled to calculate each season’s MKMI number.

TL;DR results:

(# denotes probable sexytimes with someone who wasn’t seen onscreen, * denotes Michael’s participation was most likely non-consensual)

Season 1 MKMI number: 13

04 - Good Day at White Rock 05 - Slammin’ Sammy’s Stunt Show Spectacular 06 - Just My Bill # 07 - Not a Drop to Drink 08 - No Big Thing # 09 - Trust Doesn’t Rust # 10 - Inside Out 11 - The Final Verdict 13 - Forget Me Not 15 - Give Me Liberty... or Give Me Death 16 - The Topaz Connection 17 - A Nice, Indecent Little Town 20 - Knight Moves

Season 2 MKMI number: 6

06 - Return to Cadiz 07 - KITT the Cat 08 - Custom KITT 14 - Diamonds Aren’t a Girl’s Best Friend 18/19 - Goliath Returns * 23 - Let It Be Me

Season 3 MKMI number: 7

09 - Dead of Knight 12 - Custom Made Killer # 13 - Knight by A Nose 14 - Junk Yard Dog 15 - Buy Out 17 - The Nineteenth Hole 22 - Circus Knights

Season 4 MKMI number: 5

03 - KITTnap 08 - Many Happy Returns 12 - The Scent of Roses 16 - Redemption of a Champion 22 - Voo Doo Knight

Conclusion: Michael is not nearly as much of a manwhore as people think, at least based on what we see onscreen. Although he clearly does have a social life outside of what we’re shown in every episode, so there’s still a world of possibilities...

Detailed episode analysis below the cut:

s1e01/02 - Knight of the Phoenix

Lonnie - Don't seem to know each other very well, no signs of other than professional interest. Probability: 0%

Tanya - Some kind of working relationship as Michael Long, but she doesn't seem to recognize his voice as MK. Plus he was possibly still engaged to Stevie as ML.

T: "I can promise you a very rewarding... *partnership*." M: "Not this time."

Probability: 5% (as ML) 0% (as MK)

Maggie - She expresses regret at not going for him at the end, but also seems more interested in finding a father figure for her son. It's implied that Michael left town before anything could happen. He did say he'd come back and visit. Did he ever? Would Maggie be up for a fling even though she knows he can't settle down? Potentially but not necessarily.

Probability - 30%

s1e03 - Deadly Maneuvers

Robin - They keep things mostly professional during the investigation. Michael goes to his own hotel room. At the end, it looks like he and Devon are leaving together. Michael is wearing a different shirt in the last scene than in the one where he rescues Robin from the munitions range so it's unclear how much time has passed. Theoretically sexytimes could have transpired but there aren't really any strong suggestions that they have.

Probability: 10%

s1e04 - Good Day at White Rock

Sherry - "Keep driving." "For how long?" "Until one of us runs out of gas."

Probability: 95%

s1e05 - Slammin' Sammy's Stunt Show Spectacular

Lisa - She's definitely interested. And he's sticking around for another 3 weeks, so definitely some opportunity. He doesn't seem as flirtatious with her as he was with Sherry but it's definitely a possibility.

Probability: 70%

s1e06 - Just My Bill

Sabrina (offscreen) - Devon breaks Michael's date with her. Not enough info to draw any conclusions about whether it's a first and/or last date. A definite possibility.

Probability: 50%

Senator Maggie - That would have been subversive af, but alas, no.

Probability: 0%

Jane - Doesn't seem that into him at their first meeting. At their breakfast date he asks her how she slept, which presumably he'd know if he'd been there. She does go out to lunch with him and Devon at the end. Possible but not conclusive.

Probability: 25%

s1e07 - Not A Drop to Drink

Francesca - They have kind of a "channel the sexual tension into arguments" thing, but like Maggie in the pilot, she's probably looking more for somebody who can settle down. Another one where he talks at the end about coming back to visit but we don't know if he ever does. Maybe?

Probability: 50%

S1e08 - No Big Thing

The Unnamed 200-Mile Diversion Girl (offscreen) - I doubt he drove 200 miles out of his way just for coffee and friendly conversation.

Probability: 90%

Carol Reston - They have dinner together but seem to be keeping things strictly business. No apparent indication that they're romantically interested, no "Come back and visit sometime."

Probability: 0%

s1e09 - Trust Doesn't Rust

Rosalyn and/or Rosalie (offscreen) - "What's wrong with a little 'companionship'?"

Probability: 90%

Bonnie - They almost kiss after defeating KARR, but mutually think better of it. Presumably the moment passes and stays passed for another few seasons of UST.

Probability: 0%

s1e10 - Inside Out

(This ep has a higher than average amount of sexual innuendo, including KITT's breathless response to Bonnie adjusting his components, Michael commenting that Bonnie knows how to turn KITT on, KITT straight-facedly giving Michael an accounting of Bonnie's measurements after Michael wonders whether there's a real woman under her jumpsuit, and Michael & KITT's "Maybe I can get something from the girl"/ "I wouldn't touch that line with a 10 foot driveshaft" conversation. "Don't worry, I'll distract her."/"I'll bet." "What was that all about?"/"Biology.")

Linda - WTF was up with him grabbing her in the woods like a skeezoid rapist when he just wanted to give her dinner? She doesn't kick him in the balls so I guess that counts for something. They hug after a conversation in her room later, hold hands and smooch before she goes off to do... something mission related. She saves his ass and helps him drop off the bad guys at the prison. Do they celebrate later? Maybe.

Probability: 70%

s1e11 - The Final Verdict

Cheryl - They're pretty touchy-feely when he visits her in jail, and she gives him a pretty good kiss at the end. Odds are good that they had/will have a romantic relationship at some point.

Probability: 90%

s1e12- A Plush Ride

M: I wanna search Margo's room. K: I've heard that one before. M: It'll give you something to brood about during the night.

Margo - (spoiler alert) She's a terrorist. They get physical when she catches him searching her room but it doesn't turn into anything more than fighting. He kisses her (in front of everybody, wtf) after she (supposedly) saves him from being murdered by Jacobs. But the next time we see the two of them together, she's taking him prisoner. She's pretty touchy-feely with him while he's tied up but there's no time for her to do anything (and presumably he wouldn't be into it if she did, what with her being a terrorist and all).

Probability: 0%

Bonnie - Uncharacteristically flirtatious, appears to be a bit tipsy. No real implication that anything happened, though.

Probability: 0%

s1e13 - Forget Me Not

Maria Elena - They're flirting up a storm in their first scene. And their third one. And fourth one. Also she's frequently scantily clad around him. Michael to KITT in the last scene: "See you in two days, buddy." Oh yeah, he was planning something.

Probability: 95%

Micki - She's a little flirtatious too before she loses her memory (although he starts it by fake-flirting with her). And also feels comfortable enough to just run around in Michael's shirt and little else after she loses her memory, although she says she doesn't just meet guys at parties and go home with them (she thinks). He tells her she's a nice lady but doesn't seem that romantically interested in her.

Probability: 10% Until...

Maria Elena & Micki - They've become fast friends by the last scene and both kiss him on the cheek at the same time after he brings them both flowers (at KITT's instigation). Why do I get the feeling "Anybody wanna cruise a hamburger joint?" was as close as they could get to implying a threesome on 80s family hour tv?

Probability: 60%

s1e14 - Hearts of Stone

M: KITT, don't fall in love with one of these beautiful cars and run off on me, huh?

K: I wouldn't dream of it.

Angie - She's with Roberto. Also (spoiler alert) a scam artist criminal.

Probability - 0%

The blonde lady at the bar - They flirt and she tells him she hopes to see him later, but no indication that she ever does.

Probability: 5%

Devon - Oh man, the way he's eyeing Michael up in his hotel room. And if we're still in the pilot universe, Michael is a dead ringer for a young Wilton, whom I will never be unconvinced Devon wasn't either secretly in love with or a relationship with, s2 Devon Miles Heterosexuality Minutes be damned. We never really get any indication that Michael swings that way, though (at least with non-automotive males, *wink*).

Probability: 0%

The nurse - In the novelization she flirts with him and kisses him, but no indication of romantic interest in the actual episode.

Probability: 0%

s1e15 - Give Me Liberty... Or Give Me Death

Bonnie - He tries to ask her out, but she's busy spending the night with KITT. :D She also doesn't seem very impressed with his Liberty drama.

Probability: 0%

Liberty Cox - When she shows up in his room, he seems a lot less interested in her than she is in him, but he doesn't exactly fight her off when she starts kissing him. He tells KITT he went to bed and she went back to her room, but she's sure more pissed about not getting to ride along with him the next day than you'd think she'd be if all they'd done was smooch. Also she's back at FLAG HQ at the end so maybe she's spending some time in town.

Probability: 90%

Dorothy Ackridge - He tries to be flirtatious but she has no time for his shenanigans. she's grateful when he saves her life but doesn't express any romantic interest in him.

Probability: 0%

s1e16 - The Topaz Connection

Lauren Royce - She takes half the episode to warm up to him but they have fun in Vegas. "You do the cake, I'll do the champagne, and we'll see what else comes to mind." "Deal." Things look like they might be headed in a steamy direction as evidenced by the romantic music playing but they get cockblocked by Bob. They smooch before she gets on the bogus plane. In the last scene they kiss some more and she tells him they have some unfinished business.

Probability: 95%

s1e17 - A Nice, Indecent Little Town

KITT: Michael is... indisposed. Devon: Oh. That means he's either with a young lady or in jail.

Jobina - He's definitely turning on the charm. She helps Michael escape from jail (with KITT's assistance). "Is there anything this car can't do?" "I think a woman would be a better judge of that." "I beg your pardon?" I don't even know what that's supposed to mean but I want to believe it's something saucy. Not actually much indication onscreen that anything happened but in the last scene Michael says he hopes Jobina will stay in town and Bonnie asks if that's so he'll know where to find her. Michael responds, "Yeah, that's a thought." Possibilities here.

Probability: 50%

s1e18 - Chariot of Gold

Dr. Charlene Litton - He chats her up at the party, but it's in the line of duty. She's kind of condescending to him. She does break away from the creepy IQ cult and help Michael foil their plans, but isn't seen again.

Probability: 0%

Bonnie - They do their usual UST thing, and dance at the party until Devon cuts in. He's extremely protective of her. He talks her out of her brainwashing by telling her "We're a team, we love each other." He makes her breakfast and brings her a rose at the end. Still, no overt indication that anything beyond camaraderie happens.

Probability: 0%

s1e19 - White Bird

Stevie - Presumably they've gotten it on in the past but there was too much going on in this episode for anything to happen. Also presumably Wilton didn't do any renovations below Michael's neck so if they'd gotten it on she would have known with 100% certainty who he was.

Probability: 95% (as ML) 5% (as MK)

s1e20 - Knight Moves

Terri - He asks her to go dancing. She turns him down but finds him likable/trustworthy enough to let him give her a lift home. They seem to be bonding but when he goes in for a kiss she says goodnight and goes in the house (alone). His little smile afterwards suggests he's up for the challenge. After he saves her life and her other driver threatens to quit she tells him she really likes him and hugs her but doesn't push it further than that. She tells him the next day that it was the first time she ever wanted to kiss a man (but that she had before anyway D: ). At the end they do go dancing (and she puts on a dress because heaven forbid a tough woman should ever fail to embrace conventional femininity immediately upon being found attractive by any halfway decent dude) and it's a reasonable assumption that they did more than just *dance* until dawn. I kind of want to roast Michael a little for not being more aghast about the fact that she's kissed dudes she didn't really want to and for encouraging her to give up her Tomboy Terri persona but it was a less enlightened era and at least he didn't hit on her when she was vulnerable which is more than a lot of dudes of his time (or this one, for that matter) would have done so I'll cut him some slack.

Probability: 90%

s1e21 - Nobody Does It Better

Connie - He's checking her out on the tennis court but (spoiler alert) she gets murdered.

Probability: 0%

Flannery Roe - Things are off to a rocky start. She seems to take his "do you like to play?" at the club as a come on, pulls a gun on him (not entirely unjustifiably) when he corners her in the cul-de-sac and has him arrested on suspicion of being a stalker and/or rapist. She warms up to him a bit after he provides a comforting hug when she finds Connie's body but still gets a little shirty with him at the restaurant and turns down his offer of a ride home. She's antagonistic toward him when they meet again at the club. He saves her from the bad guys and for some reason she's back at the Foundation HQ at the end but they don't do any huggy-kissy stuff so odds are minimal.

Probability: 1%

s1e22 - Short Notice

K: Since you haven't asked, I'll tell you. It was demoralizing, demeaning. M: What? K: Police impound. M: Oh. You had me worried there for a minute.

Nicole - She keeps him at arm's length initially (understandably since she's hitching). Turns out she's another single mom, so her main preoccupation is getting her kid back, and she doesn't really care if she dicks Michael over in the process. He does get along well with her kid when they find her so that probably gets him a few points in her eyes. They hold hands after he beats all the bad guys in the western town and hug at the end but don't kiss. She's probably looking for a new dad for Natalie. He tells Natalie he hopes they'll see him again but nothing conclusive.

Probability: 10%

s2e01/02 - Goliath

Rita Wilcox - Another one where there was possible interest but probably wasn't time for anything to happen. She spends half the episode either pissed off at him or faking a relationship with Garthe, and then they're busy trying to take out Goliath. They hug after Garthe and Goliath are out of commission but don't kiss. At the end she's on her way out of town. It's unclear how much time has passed between that and the last scene but when she implies he should look her up if he's in LA, he doesn't mention that the Foundation's home base is in SoCal (or so it appears)? I don't think he's the type who wouldn't go for a woman he was interested in just because she'd hooked up with his evil twin (even if he was a little judgy when he found out she was shacking up with Garthe again), so maybe he's just not that into her.

Probability: 25%

s2e03 - Brother's Keeper

Lisa - Things aren't exactly off to a great start when he kidnaps her. She warms up to him a little by the end and they give each other a fairly chaste goodbye smooch. He says they'll see each other again and she says she hopes so. Maybe?

Probability: 30%

April: He's on a kidnapping spree and drags her to the beach at the end. Still, no real indicator that anything romantic is going to ensue.

Probability: 5%

s2e04 - Merchants of Death

Camela - They seem to keep it professional except for a goodbye kiss. Not even a "We'll see each other again." Odds are minimal.

Probability: 5%

s2e05 - Blind Spot

Julie - She's in some kind of platonic lifemate relationship with John, which may end up being more than platonic thanks to Michael's yenta-ing.

Probability: 0%

s2e06 - Return to Cadiz

Jennifer Shell - They have dinner together and she seems to open up to him but it isn't overtly romantic. They have a spat but hug and make up when he finds the secret treasure cave. She kisses him after he rescues her from the bad guys. An undisclosed amount of time has passed before they have dinner and he heads out but they do the "Will I see you again?/count on it" thing before she kisses him goodbye. It's possible, maybe even likely.

Probability: 50%

s2e07 - KITT the Cat

Grace - She's definitely flirting with him when she invites him to the party. And then tries to convince him she's not the burglar by making out with him. At the end he kisses her goodbye pretty interestedly while promising to keep a closer eye on her. Odds are good.

Probability: 85%

s2e08 - Custom KITT

Suzanne Weston - She's pretty overt about her interest in him, but when she shows up in his room he seems relieved when KITT beeps him on the comlink. She tells him he knows where to find her if he's ever in the mood for something other than "good, clean" fun, so by implication he hasn't been.

Probability: 0%

Carrie - She's into him enough to get jealous when she thinks he hooked up with Suzanne. "If our plan works and the thief tries to steal KITT tonight, you can thank me." She kisses him first, but then he kisses her and tells her that's "very close" to his way of wanting to be thanked. The implications aren't particularly subtle. They enthusiastically hug after catching the bad guys. When she wins the car show, they smooch with more "I don't know how to thank you... but I'm sure I'll think of a way" innuendo. He tells her he'll see her later, and I think it's a strong possibility that he will.

Probability: 90%

s2e09 - Soul Survivor

M: Devon, I felt something in here... I don't know, a presence... KITT's presence.

K: Oh Michael, do I look just dreadful? Be honest. M: KITT, what matters to me is who you are, not what you look like. Sure we don't have the car. So we can't turbo boost. So we can't go over 200 miles an hour. It was all icing on the cake anyway. It wasn't you. K: It wasn't? M: No, the car was fantastic but if you break it down it was steel, rubber and glass. We can always make another one. But you, you are a lot more than silicon chips and fancy circuitry, You're my buddy. You're my partner. KITT, you're one of a kind. K: Thank you, Michael. The feeling's mutual.

K: What was it like, Michael? M: What, KITT? K: Seeing my body functioning without me? Or you? M: A little spooky, let me tell ya. K: Did it seem like me? M: Yeah, it did and it didn't. It looked like you, but somehow it just wasn't the same. K: I don't understand. M: It didn't have your soul, KITT. Without that, it could never be the same. K: Thank you, Michael.

Adrianne - She techno-roofies him and the way Randy sticks his head in the door and then guiltily ducks back out as she's leaning over him on the couch kind of suggests he's walking in on something he knows he shouldn't see. Still, Michael appears to be fully clothed when he wakes up in a ditch. Adrianne is totally a creepy douchebag and/or rapist (as we will see more of in Goliath Returns) but she was probably too preoccupied with stealing KITT to do anything in this ep.

Probability: 20%

s2e10 - Ring of Fire

(This is one of two eps where Michael utters the phrase "come on, baby" to KITT while trying to get out of a jam. Obviously NBC's censors had to ruin our fun because it never happens again after this season.)

Layla - She's still married. Doesn't really express romantic interest in Michael and the hero of an 80s family hour tv series probably wouldn't have gotten it on with a married woman no matter how much of an abusive dick her husband was. They do kiss goodbye at the end and he tells her if she ever decides to leave the bayou, she knows where he'll be. If anything ever happens, it's probably in the distant future.

Probability: 5%

s2e11 - Knightmares

M: Whoa, you are hot! K: Quite true, Michael.

Cara - She tries to look out for him after he gets amnesia, but not a lot of indication that she's romantically interested in him, and he's too busy trying to figure out wtf is going on to hit on her. They hug after he rescues her from drowning but we don't see any more of them together.

Probability: 5%

s2e12 - Silent Knight

Marta - No real indication of romantic interest on either side. We don't see what they're doing as Tino is saying goodbye to KITT but considering he offered her a handshake and not a kiss or even a hug, it's probably safe to say nothing happened.

Probability: 0%

s2e13 - A Knight in Shining Armor

Katherine - She's a little young for him (Michael tells her the treasure was supposed to be her 21st birthday present so presumably she's legal but the fact that she's still in prep school makes her seem younger). Also this is another episode where he begins their acquaintance by first rescuing, then kidnapping the female lead. They don't particularly like each other at first, but hug after his "if nobody can hurt you, then nobody can love you" chat with her, again after he rescues her from the bad guy (again) and after escaping the cave collapse. It seems more friendly than romantic, though.He takes her hand in the cave but it comes off more as sharing a moment than a romantic overture. They kiss at the end but he tells her goodbye and leaves. No indication that they're going to see each other again.

Probability: 5%

s2e14 - Diamonds Aren't A Girl's Best Friend

Lauren - She makes out with him when he first shows up as part of her cover story and he clearly doesn't mind. He's pretty committed to maintaining their cover in subsequent scenes. In the last scene she tells him she'd like "to do it for real" but she's pretty clearly referring to kissing, not *it*. By implication they haven't done more than kiss at this point but when she asks if she'll see him again, he tells her "unless you change her name and move to Okinawa." Future potential.

Probability: 50%

Lauren's boss - She's kind of flirtatious with him when they first meet but no indicator that anything happens.

Probability: 0%

s2e15 - White Line Warriors

Cindy - She's with Ron, who is apparently pretty understanding since he doesn't seem to object to her giving Michael a thank-you kiss at the end.

Probability: 0%

s2e16 - Race For Life

April - He's emotionally supportive and her niece has been introduced to Michael and KITT but no significant indications of anything romantic.

Probability: 0%

s2e17 - Speed Demons

Sabrina - He comes to her rescue when Wade is harassing her at the party, They hug after she talks to him about Kelly. They give each other a chaste goodbye kiss but no real indication of romantic interest.

Probability: 0%

s2318/19 - Goliath Returns

Adrianne - This one gets an asterisk, because whatever happened in Garthe's creepy dungeon after the cutaway to a scandalized KITT didn't look consensual on Michael's side. She pretty obviously went down to there to sleep with him, and the way she staggers out in her bathrobe the next morning while Garthe bitches about how she slept in pretty strongly implies that she actually did, but Michael really seems the opposite of into her and her basically telling him "please me [in bed] and maybe I'll make sure my psycho boyfriend doesn't murder you" is rape by coercion if not by force. Did he grit his teeth and do it just to hedge his bets? Maybe.

Probability: 80%*

s20 - A Good Knight's Work

Gina - He's obviously interested and kisses her before he goes to MMM, but (spoiler alert) she's playing him. Except maybe she's not so bad because she lets him talk her out of shooting him and then they hug. They kiss goodbye at the end but she's going into witness protection and there isn't really any indication that they'll see each other again or that anything romantic transpired.

Probability: 10%

s2e21/22 - Mouth of the Snake

Joanna - She was more interested in Dalton. I deeply want to believe Dalton's invitation to Michael to hang out with them at the end was really an invitation to join them for a threesome because it's the only thing that would make this episode interesting, but Michael takes a rain check and heads out of town.

Probability: 0%

s2e23 - Let It Be Me

Stevie - She's still pretty broken up about her boyfriend's death. He kisses her when they go back to her apartment and she tells him she still dreams about him. The next scene they're wearing different clothes and seemingly some time has passed so maybe something happened after the cutaway?

Probability: 50%

s2e24 - Big Iron

Lucy - She was the woman who was coming out of the hotel room at the beginning. He seemed to be checking her out in that scene but obviously he's not going for a married woman even if she didn't have some other drama going on.

Probability: 0%

s3e01/02 - Knight of the Drones

Bonnie - They hug when he shows up at the university and he makes the "You can sail with me anytime" comment to her at the marina at the end and they link arms to walk to the boat, but not really anything more romantic than that.

Probability: 0%

Margo - She fakes romantic interest in him and he plays along, but (spoiler alert) she's setting him up to be murdered.

Probability: 0%

s3e03 - The Ice Bandits

Bonnie - They walk arm-in-arm into the diamond place, but Michael was making innuendoes about other women when she was sitting right next to him in the car 30 seconds previously so probably nothing really going on.

Probability: 5%

Jody - She's engaged to Charlie. Michael tells Charlie "She's not the one I'm interested in, it's *you*," with his standard flirtatious grin and god, that's hot. Spoiler alert: Charlie is a crook. Even after she finds out the truth she doesn't really express romantic interest in Michael although she does paint his portrait.

Probability: 5%

s3e04 - Knights of the Fast Lane

Diane - He's too preoccupied with Stacy's case to flirt. She hugs him after he rescues her but we don't see them together again.

Probability: 5%

The random cheerleader - She seems interested, but we don't see them together again either.

Probability: 5%

s3e05 - Halloween Knight

Bonnie - He's very protective. Tinhats would probably make something of the fact that her costume is Scarlett O'Hara and his is Rhett Butler. Still, nothing too overtly romantic.

Probability: 5%

Esmerelda - She'd probably put a love spell on him in a hot minute but I think he finds her a little terrifying.

Probability: 5%

Denise - She's friendly but not overly flirtatious. Also she gets murdered before anything can happen.

Probability: 0%

s3e06 - KITT vs. KARR

Mandy - She's with John. No indicators that they're interested in a threesome.

Probability: 0%

s3e07 - The Rotten Apples

Marilyn - They're hardcore flirting and she says she hopes to see him again. They kiss after he wins the mechanical bull contest, but then she catches a bus out of town. She kisses him goodbye and he does this "oh yeah, I still got it" move but we don't get any strong evidence that anything else happened.

Probability: 10%

Rebecca - Not a lot of flirtation, and the kids are always around cockblocking.

Probability: 10%

s3e08 - Knight in Disgrace

(I was almost too distracted by KITT and Michael in this ep to pay attention to the GOTW, lol. KITT's hurt confusion when Michael leaves and him being a total bitch to Michael's would-be replacement and the way he goes with Michael even when he thinks he's on the wrong side of the law, I'm *dying* here...)

Linda - She comes onto him and roofies him at the bar and he wakes up with his shirt undone, but she's Boyd's girlfriend and (spoiler alert) another hapless single mom so she probably didn't do anything untoward, assuming he was even conscious enough by the time she got him home. After she gets to know and trust him she doesn't make any moves on him and they don't smooch or anything at the end.

Probability: 5%

s3e09 - Dead of Knight

Cindy - It's not entirely clear what their relationship is. At the beginning it looks more like he's trying to pick up on her than they're actually dating. He's obviously really invested in helping her but he'd undoubtedly do the same for anybody who was in mortal peril because of him. At the end in the ambulance he calls her "baby" and says they have a date. In the last scene Cindy is leaving for Broadway soon but they're all together at the Foundation and it's unclear how much time has elapsed. Not conclusive but suggestive.

Probability: 50%

Renard's girlfriend - She's putting the moves on him while he's feverish and loopy and somehow his shirt has gotten unbuttoned but there's a guard in the room so probably nothing happened.

Probability: 10%

s3e10 - Lost Knight

"If I may be so bold, what on earth were you *doing* down there?"

(LBR, Michael is too busy angsting about KITT to try and get laid in this ep.)

Doug's mom - In a relationship, although at the end she decides to break things off with her boyfriend so she can focus more on her son. She and Michael kiss goodbye but it's improbable that there's anything more than that since she just said she doesn't need another man around right now.

Probability: 0%

s3e11 - Knight of the Chameleon

Tonie Baxter - They seem to know each other from a previous case. He kisses her on the forehead at the end of their first scene. They don't really seem to interact romantically during this episode. Michael gets distracted by KITT's contest winnings before they have a chance for a goodbye kiss.

Probability: 10%

s3e12 - Custom Made Killer

Unnamed Dancer (offscreen) - Devon: "You've been rather difficult to reach lately. Particularly last night." Michael: "I got a weakness for dancers." HIs protest that they're "innocent girls working their way through college" leaves little doubt about what kind of dancer this was.

Probability: 95%

Joan - No evidence of romantic interest. Also (spoiler alert) she's collaborating with the bad guys.

Probability: 0%

Debra - He flirts at the end and she kisses him goodbye. Lewis says "He'll be back" and she gives a suggestive eyebrow raise. Possible but not conclusive.

Probability: 25%

s3e13 - Knight By A Nose

M: KITT, how close are you? It's getting stuffy in here. K: Any closer and I'll have to marry this limo.

Maxine - They hug and he calls her "sweetheart" when he shows up. Devon accuses Michael of being biased because Max is attractive but he describes her as "a very, very close friend." Yet we never actually see them kiss. Maybe they really are just friends?

Probability: 25%

s3e14 - Junkyard Dog

Fran - He's too preoccupied with KITT to do much flirting for most of the episode, but they're having a picnic/makeout session together in the semi, seemingly alone, at the end. It's a reasonable assumption that things escalated at some point, even if they didn't want a scandalized KITT watching and commenting at that particular moment.

Probability: 80%

s3e15 - Buy Out

Mel - They keep it professional for most of the ep but after he catches the bad guy he tells her she's attractive without her welding mask and they kiss. We don't see them together again but it's possible that more happened.

Probability: 50%

s3e16 - Knightlines

Janet Morgan - She's recently widowed and not in the market yet. No romantic interaction.

Probability: 0%

s3e17 - The Nineteenth Hole

Daisy: Is that thing blown? KITT: I beg your pardon?

Jamie - After they fake being married at the hotel she kisses him before the race. Not a lot of other romantic interaction but he and Bonnie and Devon do seem to be sticking around to watch the race so something could happen.

Probability: 50%

Daisy - He flirts with her a little at the meetup but no indication that it goes beyond that.

Probability: 0%

s3e18 - Knight and Knerd

Allie - She rides off into the sunset with Elliot.

Probability: 0%

Receptionist at Gifford's - He flirts but no indication that it goes anywhere.

Probability: 0%

Vanessa Sutton - Apparently he gives a really good massage but she's (understandably) pissed off that he wasn't who she was expecting the massage from. Also she's a villain and is too busy setting him up to get murdered for anything to happen.

Probability: 0%

s3e19 - Ten Wheel Trouble

M: Hey, are you hungry back there, partner? K: Perhaps a little lonely, Michael. But rather enjoying my independence.

Sally - He turns on the charm when they first meet but things go south rapidly when he talks her brother into going to jail. By the end he's back in her good graces and she likes him enough to steal a kiss from him before he says goodbye. You know her hormonal teenage brain is thinking about it but for reasons that should be obvious, he isn't going there.

Probability: 0%

s3e20 - Knight In Retreat

KITT: Of course, there is one other possibility. Devon: What is that? KITT: The lady of the retreat. She's quite attractive. Of course, knowing Michael the way I do, it would strictly be in the line of duty.

Bianca - She seems to find him physically attractive, and maybe if she hadn't been so busy torturing him she would have tried to have a little fun with him. But considering what he suspects her of, he probably wouldn't have gone too far unless he absolutely had to.

Probability: 0%

Monica - She flirts with him at the bar and comments on what a waste it is to kill him, but nothing is likely to have happened due to both time constraints and her being Bianca's henchwoman.

Probability: 0%

s3e21 - Knight Strike

Sheila - She acts jealous when he makes the date with Tyler but he seems more exasperated than romantically interested in her. They kiss before he goes into the warehouse but it's fairly short and chaste. At the end, she goes off with O'Malley.

Probability: 0%

Tyler - She makes a date with him at the gun range but it's just a distraction. He flirts with her but it's all in the line of duty.

Probability: 0%

s3e22 - Circus Knights

Bonnie: I have to admit, Devon, he looks fantastic. Devon: Yes, in spite of that ridiculous costume he's wearing. Bonnie: No, I'm talking about KITT!

Terri - They keep things professional at first, although when they're in the car together she asks if circus-folk camaraderie is the only reason he's interested in helping her. He says he's be lying if he said yes and presumably she reads it as him being interested romantically. After his near-murder in the ring they have a heart-to-heart talk and kiss. At the end he tells her to call him if she needs anything. *Anything?* Hmmm...

Probability: 50%

Tiger - She hits on him but he's not into it.

Probability: 0%

s4e01/02 - Knight of the Juggernaut

K: I'm asking you how I look. M: You look great, same as always!

Marta - They have some chemistry in their first meeting. He asks her out when they get back to her apartment. But (spoiler alert) she's part of the conspiracy to steal the cernium and sets him up to get murdered (twice). He cools it on the flirting after the first incident (understandably, since if he takes her story at face value she was assaulted and possibly worse) although he still acts protective of her. After she helps them get the bad guys she's hanging out with the Foundation crew at the end but we don't see any more romantic interaction.

Probability: 25%

Jennifer - No overtly romantic interaction. They're antagonistic for most of the episode although they make up at the end.

Probability: 0%

s4e03 - KITTnap

Karen - She's doing her doctoral thesis on KITT and spending a lot of time with Michael in the progress. Judging by the way they're holding hands in their first scene and then making out at her apartment, there's obvious romantic interest. And she clearly has more than academic interest even after (spoiler alert) she gets held hostage by the bad guys so it's a reasonable assumption that if they weren't already banging they're going to at some point.

Probability: 95%

s4e04 - Sky Knight

Bonnie - He's pretty touchy-feely at the airport and they hug after saving the day but no overt romance.

Probability: 5%

s4e05 - Burial Ground

Susan - They keep it professional for most of the episode. He tries to hit on her at the end but she's in a relationship with Eagle. That doesn't stop her from giving him a goodbye kiss but no indicator that it goes any further than that.

Probability: 0%

s4e06 - The Wrong Crowd

Ann - She spends most of the episode being menaced and/or held hostage by the bikers and we don't really see them interact with each other in a non-case-related way.

Probability: 0%

RC - Michael is very tenderly concerned when he finds him knocked out by the side of the road. But probably neither of them swing that way.

Probability: 0%

s4e07 - Knight Sting

Gaye - She seems young. And also kind of annoying. He hugs her in the hospital but it doesn't look particularly romantic. No evidence of interest on either side.

Probability: 0%

Bonnie - He flirts with her when they're planning the operation and she shows him her dress. The rest of the episode they're too busy with the mission for any shenanigans.

Probability: 0%

RC - He's clearly been raiding Michael's closet for that sweater. But Michael is cool with it. No overt indication that they're more than bros, though.

Probability: 0%

s4e08 - Many Happy Returns

Amy - He's flirting up a storm but whoops, Devon is cockblocking and she's actually there with a mission for him. However, it's not all business and she surprises him with a birthday cupcake and some birthday smoochin', until duty calls again. She makes some innuendo about "getting to adolescence and maturity later" as he's leaving so she's obviously willing to take a rain check. She's back in the semi with them at the end and Michael invites her on vacation with him. We don't see her answer but it's a safe bet it's a yes.

Probability: 95%

s4e09 - Knight Racer

Elena - At first it's all business but they seem to be having fun dancing at the reception. They have a heart-to-heart talk in the parking lot until the hit man shows up. They hug after the big reveal about Elena's dad and the fight with Wayne's partner but don't kiss. Maybe Michael would think twice about getting involved with a friend of Bonnie's.

Probability: 10%

Unnamed track bunnies - Michael says it wasn't easy ignoring all those trophy queens and their phone numbers, implying that he did indeed ignore them (maybe more because he had to get back to the office than out of disinterest).

Probability: 0%

s4e10 - Knight Behind Bars

Julie - He agrees with KITT that she's cute, but they don't really express romantic interest to each other beyond a hug after he tosses Nelson into the ocean. Also at 20 she's a little young for him.

Probability: 0%

Gymnastics instructor - She flirtatiously tells him she's free the rest of the day, but he isn't. No indication that they see each other again.

Probability: 0%

s4e11 - Knight Song

Bonnie and/or RC - They're all playing hookie together and conspiring to keep it from Devon. Shenanigans?

Probability: 5%

Sanford - No indication of romantic interest, also she's a villain.

Probability: 0%

s4e12 - The Scent of Roses

K: I'm sorry, they don't allow cars in hospitals. I would have been closer. M: I know you would.

Stevie - They appear to have been staying at the beach house together so it's a safe bet, even if (spoiler alert) they never got to consummate their marriage.

Probability: 95%

s4e13 - Killer KITT

"Not now, Michael. I have a headache."

Bronwen - She and Michael barely interact, plus she's probably Berio's girlfriend.

Probability: 0%

s4e14 - Out of the Woods

Sam - He's flirtatious when they first get reacquainted but too busy working on the case for anything to happen before it's revealed that (spoiler alert) she's a villain. He does hug her when she surrenders at the end but I assume that trying to murder him is a dealbreaker.

Probability: 0%

Ellen - No real evidence of romantic interest and she says goodbye with a handshake rather than a kiss.

Probability: 0%

s4e15 - Deadly Knightshade

Bonnie - She's more preoccupied with Templeton. He does give her a swan in his magic act at the end.

Probability: 0%

Nancy - He's too busy with the investigation to even do much flirting.

Probability: 0%

s4e16 - Redemption of a Champion

Miss Cooper - Michael obviously has a hot date that most likely would have ended with some lovin' if he hadn't once again been cockblocked by KITT and Devon. At the end, Michael is dressed up for Date Night, Take 2, but gets called back to the semi again. Does she give him a third chance? I mean, *I* would...

Probability: 50%

Nurse Tremount - He flirts with her to get info and comforts her after she breaks down and confesses to the scam but no indication that it goes further than that. Plus she’s in an adulterous relationship with the villainous doctor.

Probability: 0%

s4e17 - Knight of A Thousand Devils

Claudia Terrell - She's a villain. When she makes a pseudo-date with him it's just to set him up.

Probability: 0%

Agent Jonas - They bet dinner on the arrest and Michael seems to be taking his death extremely personally. Juggernaut slash ships have been built on less. If he were a chick I'd say "extremely probable" except for the fact that Jonas was married with kids. Not that it stops some people, but it would most likely stop Michael.

Probability: 0%

"Ana-Lucia" - She keeps him up all night working on her car and he says he's going to come back after the race is over and demand equal time. Her response: "You won't have to demand." Plot twist: She's actually a Federale. We don't see her again after they apprehend the bad guy so it's questionable whether their flirtation was still valid for her real identity.

Probability: 10%

s4e18 - Hills of Fire

Sandra Rusk - Barely any interaction and also she's a villain.

Probability: 0%

Tess Hubbard: No significant romantic interaction. Probably too busy with her charitable work to go chasing after pretty-boys.

Probability: 0%

s4e19 - Knight Flight to Freedom

Lisa - Too busy dealing with a revolution for any shenanigans.

Probability: 0%

s4e20 - Fright Night

Karen - They keep things mostly professional but she buys him lunch at the end. No real indicator that it ends in anything romantic, though.

Probability: 5%

Liz - They flirt a little when he interviews her ("I appreciate your interest." "I'm interested!") but it doesn't really go anywhere.

Probability: 5%

s4e21 - Knight of the Rising Sun

N/A - No female guest characters and nothing particularly shippy with Bonnie.

Probability: 0%

s4e22 - Voo Doo Knight

Harana - She's a little flirtatious at the party. When she puts one of her zombifying earrings on him, she gets a little touchy-feely and tells him they could have had a future together but there are two of her goons in the room and she's sending him to the soon-to-be-demolished building so she probably doesn't have time to take advantage of him even if she wanted to do it with an audience.

Probability: 0%

Elizabeth - Michael nudges Devon into letting her stay an extra few days, and she seems pretty good with that. We don't see them kiss but they're engaged in a pretty intense hug at the end.

Probability: 90%

...at least he got to go out with a bang?

#knight rider #is srs bsns #long post #this was a much better use for my time #than my hamfisted car repair #and less likely to result in death by misadventure #than trying to clean the gutters

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"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 5: One Man's Weakness is his Own Wife

The preparations for the Dionysia was underway; maenads, satyrs and villagers decorate the streets with flowers, purple and gold ribbons. The amphitheater was being prepared for this year's theme of "The Downfall of Troy", a theme that Apollo earlier in the month repeatedly objected towards but Dionysus completely forgotten why Apollo didn't approve of....until the Dionysia.

Dionysus was helping his theater troops with the set. "A LITTLE TO THE LEFT!" Dionysus shouted to two stage hands movie a large crude cut-out of a very angry Zeus, "NO THE OTHER LEFT!" he shouted again.

The stage hands were at this point a little confused on where to go, so the both of them just stand completely still to see if Dionysus actually noticed. Dionysus tilts head head to see if the angle is right and stares at the cut-out. "..... perfect, now all need to do is fix the curtains an-" he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder, he turns around and sees Apollo we a stern look on his face with Ariadne next to him with a look of concern.

"Um.... Dionysus....is THAT supposed to be dad?" Apollo questioned as he pointed to what basically was the equivalent of a child's drawing of Zeus with sharp teeth, a unibrow and a few inaccurate details that would be obvious to most people.

"Um yes. Yes it is.", Dionysus defended the depiction with all his heart, "I made it myself....with Kale's help, he's been extremely helpful." He points to Kale, who ironically is the director of the play for Dionysia, helping with choreography with a group of maenads. He turns back to Apollo and Ariadne, he steps past Apollo and goes straight to Ariadne, romancing her with the same vigor as if it was still love at first sight.

"Ah sweet pea, you made it" he gives a small kiss her hand, "-listen I have been dieing to get your opinion on the set up for act 3 ," gives another kiss up her forearm, "-the maenads have helped with casting pretty well so far buuuut I may need-" kisses again up the arm, "-someone to fix the costumes for Ares and Heracles though, mostly because it's a little too small for the both of t-" again Dionysus was interrupted mid sentence with Ariadne placing he finger on his lips. As much as she adored Dionysus's courting and him in general, she also equally adored her subjects as any queen would. She lets out a sigh and gives Dionysus kiss on his nose.

"Dionysus, love, we need to talk.", stated Ariadne, "It's about the festival, we HAVE to call it off and continue on another day." she continued. "Apollo told me everything about what's been going on. If it's not safe for the public to be out as soon as the sun goes down, than we must postpone the festival." she argued.

He couldn't believe his own ears, first his brother and now his own wife attempts to convince him to cancel a celebration. So he attempts to continue his 'counter measure', he continues to woo her. He picks her up in his arms. "Oh don't worry my little pomegranate seed, things aren't THAT bad, it was probably the cats being naughty.", he tried to convince her as he started to nuzzle her neck. His stubble tickled Ariadne, she lets out a few giggles, suddenly the two are now locked into a battle of dodging the topic and inappropriate amounts of "pda". The two went back and forth on topic of canceling the event for the safety of the residence. It was between the traditions to party hardy or to prevent a possible mass animal attack that has yet to be resolved.

Meanwhile Apollo is standing three feet away completely growing tired kf the two's public displays of affection, mostly because he personally feels not only is this a massive waste of time but also it makes him feel internally irritated knowing he doesn't have anyone to do this with at moment... subsequently feeling left out. "You two DO realize it's four hours until sunset, I need to at least know you two will be safe before I leave." He interjected.

The two were currently locking lips with each other, Dionysus knew full well this couldn't go on much longer. Dionysus finished his kiss with Ariadne.

Like most men, he didn't like his mind or his plans changed. "How about....we make it during the day?" he suggested, he reasoned that since the attacks have mostly happened at night that there was plenty of time to celebrate.

Ariadne nodded her head no, "No, Apollo had mentioned some these animals have attacked during the day too. He's seen them occasionally, we have to postpone. Maybe during a day that..." She thought about her request...." No nevermind.", She blurted.

Dionysus was confused, was there truly a way out of this annoying cancelation? "... nevermind what?" He asked.

Ariadne has set her trump card, "oh, maybe...just to make the people feel a little bit safer... invite your father to the Dionysia?", she bashfully asked.

Dionysus stood there with a blank expression, a few seconds later, he started laughing. "Ahahhahaha, oh Ariadne, that's really fucking funny hahaha!" he laughed continuously, he looked up and saw Ariadne's face, she wasn't very happy. "Ohhhh you're serious." He realized what she was suggesting wasn't a joke, but a genuine suggestion. "Look, I'm NOT going to bother my dad to babysit us. Delphi honestly isn't in any danger, and we've had two attacks....in three months!" He argued. The conversation started to get a little more serious.

Ariadne let out a small huff, "I know you want to keep the festival going but the safety of people are a little bit more important than tradition right now. I don't care if it was two, or three or a thousand attacks, you know very well that the festivities will be ruined if someone gets hurt.", she told him. "Please I beg you, not just for my sake but the sake of whomsoever might get hurt. It's either you get your father to come over to make sure nothing bad happens....or no sex....for a year, plus no cuddles either. Seriously Dionysus, if someone gets killed over this I swear I probably won't talk to you afterwards!" She was at her limit, if Dionysus was going to be stubborn about festival, than she was going to be stubborn with him.

Dionysus was at an impasse, he couldn't risk making his ultimate wine-wifu upset and to top it off he could not stand the idea of being ignored by her for such an undisclosed amount of time. He also couldn't just CANCEL one of the most important holidays in Greece, mostly Dionysia was also a performing arts contest, and Delphi has been going strong for several years against Delos and Sparta so his ego was on the line. He turned around and pondered to himself, hoping to figure out a way he could make both parties happy. "What if I raised the defenses around the town?....what if I can make wine bombs....that makes wolves too drunk to attack people?" he suggested,.

Ariadne stood there speechless, trying to decide if she was shocked or not to hear this from Dionysus. She motioned to one of the maenads to hand her a prop. A maenad handed her a peacock feather, mostly she didn't want to be responsible for any injuries the Dionysus could probably sustain from this. Ariadne with a gentle smile, worked with what she got, started whipping him with the feather. "YOU. ARE. SO. DAMN. STUBBORN. WINE. CAN'T. SOLVE. NOT. BEING. ALIVE." She shouted as she 'mercilessly' hit his shoulders and back.

Dionysus couldn't help but defend himself by curling up and blocking his face. At this point, he was already in hot water with Ariadne, so he decides to pretend to actually be hurt and start screaming.

Apollo was now just sitting on a director's chair that was provided but one of the stage hands, in fact the whole amphitheater's staff and volunteers were watching this incredible marital dispute. It was rare to see Dionysus and Ariadne fight, some even started to provide snacks to each other. "HOW ABOUT THIS-" Apollo announced.

Dionysus and Ariadne both stop and looked at Apollo. The two pausing midway through their dramatic theatrics.

Apollo stood up and let out a long sigh, "look, if it makes you feel better Dionysus.....as compensation for losing a day-" he said mid sentence.

"A WEEK" Ariadne shouted, she hoped to at least wait a week to make full sure what ever has been going would be solved within the week.

"NO. THATS TOO LONG!" Dionysus furiously responded but was again getting pelted by Ariadne's peacock feather. "AAAH NO NOT AGAIN!" he shouted.

Apollo continued on, "..... loosing a week of the Dionysia, I will make it sunny....for a whole week....just so that you celebrate...none stop...for a whole week." Apollo knew he was going to make BILLIONS of mortals completely confused, ruin many people's sleep schedule...but all to convince the god of wine to cancel a party.

Ariadne was very happy about the idea but it was something. "DEAL!", she shouted, she stopped whipping Dionysus with the feather. Dionysus stood up, not even feeling anything, with his ego a little bruised having had his will be bent. He begrudgingly decided to the agreement, "Fine. But I better get a summertime blow out during that week dude." He conditioned.

Apollo could breath a sigh of relief, he had at least avoided disaster for the citizens of Delphi. Now it was off to Delos to arrange some defenses around the countryside. Delphi may not have any 'wolves', but he was worried of Delos did. "Well, good to see we're at an accord. Dionysus, please be careful tonight and good luck to you, Lady Ariadne." He waved as he went to find his chariot.

Ariadne and Dionysus waved goodbye to Apollo. Ariadne looked up at Dionysus and tried to tickle him the the peacock feather on his neck. He tried to not crack a smile but he couldn't resist being ticklish let alone be mad at his wife. "Hahahehehe, ok ok, sorry sweetie. I just really hate canceling anything." He apologized.

Ariadne chuckled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "it's ok, but your brother is right you know." She assured him. "Come on, I'll help you pack a few things up." She went on to help put away some of the decorations. Dionysus turned around, "Ok pack up the small stuff everyone! Dionysia is cancelled for the week!" He announced. The staff and followers were all shocked and some started to comment amongst themselves. "Don't worry, the party will continue next week with a full week of sunshine and hardcore partying. As of tonight...um...just like... don't go out at night. Stay home and get wasted indoors my dudes." He finished off his announcement, turned to went to help with putting away some of the things.

Kale had finally comeback from a 45 minute wine break and was completely confused as to why everyone was putting away everything. "Ok seriously I need to lay off the marlot because WHAT THE FUCK did I just FUCKING nap through the Dionysia?!" He shouted. A satyr walked up to fill Kale in, "um nah brah, Dionysia is cancelled until next week....after that its party time on steroids." Kale at first was frustrated because he worked on the dance routine for the play, until he realized there was a whole week to make some changes. "GASP! I must go, improvement awaits!" He dramatically left to come up with another part of the scene.

End of Chp5

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