#the rosary between the bare tits?????????

[emmcfrxst]

absolutely losing it over this picture of boyd holbrook when he was a model

[lipglossanon]

Silent Night

priest!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, thigh riding, dirty talk, grinding, nipple play

title from Silent Night by Bing Crosby

It started out innocent enough. You surprised Leon by stopping by his gloomy little chapel a few days before Christmas. He acted professional and aloof, but as soon as his ‘office hours’ were over and night fell, he made sure to show you how much he appreciated your visit. 

In no time at all, he strips you both nude then takes a seat in his cozy armchair before the fireplace. Coaxing you into his lap, he pins your arms behind your back, bending them at the elbows so you can stack one arm on top of the other to tie them together with the leftover Christmas ribbon left lying on his nightstand. Chest level with his mouth, your nipples pebble in the cold air, stiff and sensitive as he slowly runs his tongue across each hard bud. 

“So good for me,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hazy as you squirm, bare cunt oozing slick as his hairy thigh rubs against your clit just right. 

His mouth kisses across the soft skin of your breast before nipping at your sternum. 

“You’re so wet and I haven’t even done anything,” he laughs, hands gripping the fat of your ass to press you down harder onto his thigh, “think you can cum like this?”

Nodding before his question is even through, you whine out a yes. 

“Good girl,” he coos, warm breath ghosting across your nipple, “my wanton little thing.”

Your body jerks forward when he sucks at the hard peak of your breasts, tongue slowly circling your nipple before he bites down softly. Keening, you grind your hips down, wetting his thigh even more. Your eyes drift down from Leon’s closed eyes to the rosary lying against his bare chest, gaze raking down his happy trail to the thick dripping cock bobbing against his stomach making your mouth flood with saliva at the thought of having him fat and heavy on your tongue. 

“Such a sinful girl,” he murmurs with a chuckle, pinching your wet nipple between the knuckle of his forefinger and thumb as his mouth drifts over to lick and suck at the other sensitive bud, “bet you’d love if I fucked your sweet little mouth, hmm?”

You choke out a whine when he opens his mouth wide and bites down roughly on your areola, skin racing with goosebumps as his teeth dig into the puckered flesh. He sucks hard, mouth completely surrounding your nipple as his tongue lashes across it. 

“Oh Father, Leon, please,” your arms twist in their bindings, only serving to ramp up your arousal more. 

His hands squeeze your ass harder, fat dimpling between his fingers as he greedily sucks on your nipple. With another broken off whine, you rock your hips down, smearing your slick cunt all over his thigh. 

Pulling away, his blue eyes are dark with arousal as they glance down from your face to the apex of your thighs. 

“My messy girl just can’t help herself, can she?”

It’s obscene how much slick is coating his skin now, matting down his leg hair, but it feels so good to grind down on his firm thigh. 

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he coos, “gushing all over my leg.”

Your back arches as you moan, listening while he laughs at your desperation. 

“Let me help you,” he rumbles, mouth sucking on your nipples again; muttering under his breath he adds, “got the best fucking tits.”

Mewling, you press harder against his mouth, feeling as he bites and sucks marks all over your breasts. His hands let go of your ass to glide across your hips and down to your thighs. As he bites and sucks on your nipples, his fingers slip between your legs to part your pussy lips, spreading you completely open before moving his hands to your hips. 

Moaning, you rock forward, cunt completely saturating his leg with slick as your hole is pressed down against his thigh, clit throbbing as you can now grind against him much easier. 

“Cum for me,” he goads, hands gripping your breasts and squeezing, “soak my leg so I can stuff my cock into that sinful little pussy.”

He bounces his leg a little, jostling your whole body as you writhe and squirm on his lap, hands twisting against the ribbons. You slump forward into his body, burying your face against the junction of his neck and shoulder. The clean smell of soap and peppermint makes you whimper as you rock against his thigh even harder. 

“Such a dirty girl,” he laughs softly in your ear, “getting off on my leg like a bitch in heat.”

A high pitched whine leaves your panting lips, “Father, please.”

“Aww,” he purrs, “poor needy pussy just wants to cum.  C’mon then, you can do it, be my very good girl and soak my leg.”

Between his degrading praise and the rough grind of your hips down on his thigh, your orgasm unspools in your belly. Moaning low in your throat, your body goes rigid as you ride out your climax against Leon’s sopping wet thigh, pudgy clit throbbing as slick drips from your clenching hole.

“Oh my, such a mess,” he says, amusement laced in his tone, “you’ll just have to clean it up with your pretty little mouth before you suck me off.”

Dizzy with your orgasm, you can only hum in agreement. 

[morbiderotica]

could you do reader and mello having sex with eachother for the first time in a relationship including aftercare plsss? 😶‍🌫️

─ ★ eager, baby ... fem!reader

you had been in the bed beneath you before, but never like this. never with mello's lips hungrily on your neck. never with your shirt pulled just above your tits. never with mello's hands roaming your bare thighs because your shorts were thrown elsewhere. and definitely never with your moans echoing throughout the room.

"feels good, yeah?" mello mumbled into your neck. your voice was stuck in your throat. your breath hitching when one of mello's hands came up and fiddle with the band of your bra. "cat got your tongue?" he teased and lifted his head up to look at you, his cocky smile presenting itself to you. "no," you whined.

making out wasn't new to your relationship but this time just felt so different. "good, 'cause i like your pretty voice." there it was again, the foreign feeling in your stomach and the ache in between your legs. "fuck." you murmur and when mello starts kissing your neck again.

mello's rosary dangled onto your chest, the cold metal of the cross cooled you in contrast to the warmth mello made you feel. his hand resting on one of your tits as you clenched around nothing. "fuckin' needy." he degraded when he saw the desperation in your eyes.

you said nothing as you watched mello unbutton his leather vest. the first piece of clothing he's taken off. your eyes ran across his scar, never seeing it in full before. he couldn't help the cocky smirk that displayed on his face as he watched your eyes roam his body, stopping at his v-line.

your eyes returned to mello's, more doe-like than before, silently begging. he didn't say anything as he sat you up and took off your shirt, only remaining in underwear and a bra. "look at you." he mumbled to mostly himself as he took in the view of you only in your undergarments.

""mello.." you whined and pulled him closer to you, your lips almost touching. "what is it, hm?" it was so condescending the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, and the way he tugged gently on your hair. "mello!" you whined again, a chuckle emitting from his chest. "saying my name like a fucking prayer." his thumb swiped over your lip, amusement evident on his face.

you pouted when you couldn't find the right words to say to mello, resorting to chanting his name like a 'prayer' again. "mello." your voice was just louder than a whisper. your thighs pressed and rubbed together. "what is it, princess? can't help you, if i don't know what you need help with." his voice was soft and comforting but he was mocking you and you knew it.

you didn't say anything, only moving your hands down to his belt and tugging on it. he looked at you with lust and surprise in his eyes, almost as if he thought you wouldn't want to go further. he didn't hesitate to take his belt off, contemplating tying your wrists with it, but figured he would come off too strong considering this had never happened before.

your fingers tugged on his waistband, more eager than ever. "someone's impatient." he teased but he was just as eager as you were. he laid you back down on the bed, kissing your exposed thighs. you whined as his breath fanned over your clothed cunt. "fuck, can i?" he looked up at you as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear.

"please. yes, please." you stammered, desperate for anything at this point. he slid the underwear down your legs, exposing your bare cunt. his thumb immediately reaching for your clit. you moaned at the contact, needing more. "mello.. please!" your begged, your voice filled with patheticness and desperation.

he wanted to tease you and play with your clit a little longer before dipping his fingers into your dripping cunt, but he couldn't wait any longer. desperate to feel your walls against his fingers. your eyes rolled back when he plunged his fingers into you. "mello." your voice was hoarse and grainy.

mello was encaptivated with every move you made. your lip sliding in between your teeth, your back arching when he would curl his fingers, and the way you fucked yourself further on his fingers. "so pretty." he whispered under his breath, your moans too loud for you to hear it.

you took a sharp breath when he retracted his fingers. "mello.." you whine, wanting the pleasure back, and fast at that. "shh, s'alright." he comforted as he unbuttoned his pants, the bulge hugely visible. he took his pants fully off, leaving his boxers on, towering over your body to take off your bra.

his mouth dipping down to swirl his tongue around each nipple. his clothed bulge pressing against your cunt, probably staining the grey fabric a darker shade. you ground your hips into his, a groan emitting from mello. "fuck, you gotta warn me before you do that." he whispered into your neck, leaving a sharp kiss before taking off his boxers.

the two of you now fully naked. your breathing in sync and heavy. "please mello..!" you didn't want to wait any longer, the aching in your cunt almost becoming unbearable. he was gentle when he entered you, it was hard to restrain himself, all he wanted to do was pound into you until you were sobbing and too fucked out to say anything else but his name.

you moaned in bliss as he slid further into you. "oh, jesus fucking christ." mello cursed and dropped his head to the nape of your neck. you couldn't say anything, resorting to moans and whines and whimpers to let him know how you felt. his cock throbbed against your walls as you clenched around him. "don't- you shouldn't... you shouldn't use the lord's name in vain." you spit out.

mello rolled his eyes at your stupidity, his hand running up and down your waist to soothe you as he stretched you out. his mouth attached itself to your neck, nipping at it gently. "jesus fucking christ." he repeated only to spite you and your dumb joke. you laughed lightly before moaning when mello pulled out and thrusted back in.

he fucked into you slowly at first, picking up the pace quickly. his cock reaching sweet spots you didn't even know you had. your nails dug into his back, carefully avoiding his scar. he hissed at the feeling but didn't move your hands away nevertheless. "you feel so good." he mumbled after a string of curses.

his cock slid in and out of you with ease since you were wetter than water itself. his thumb reconnected with your clit, rubbing harsher circles than before. "mello, oh fuck, mello." you whimpered, already feeling yourself get close. "i like it when you say my name like that." he smirked and roughly kissed your lips.

your back arched more and more after each thrust. "oh my fucking god! gonna cum." you whined and pulled mello closer to you. "don't use the lord's name in vain." mello whispered, mocking you. you giggled in between moans. mello admired the way you looked as he fucked you. the way you were completely at his disposal.

your breathing got heavier as you approached your orgasm and mello's thrusts began getting sloppier. "so close." you whispered, trying to push mello further into you. he took one of your nipples in his mouth to stimulate you further, his thumb still rubbing your clit.

you cried out mello's name as your came. your fingernails sure to draw blood from mello's back. "that's it, good girl." he encouraged as he continue to fuck into you to achieve his climax. his mouth peppered small kisses all over your chest, moaning as he got closer to cumming, pulling out just before he came, letting it fall onto your stomach.

it was silent apart from the heavy breaths and the quiet moans you were still letting out every so often. "you alright, pretty girl?" he asked as he tried to regain his breath, his fingers tangling into your hair. you nodded with half-lidded eyes. he reached over to his nightstand that had a box of tissues, grabbing one to clean up the mess he made on you.

he was silent as he cleaned his cum off your stomach. the feeling tickling slightly, causing a small laugh to fall from your lips, and your body squirming ever so slightly. "tickles." you mumbled and mello left a kiss on your stomach when he was done as an apology.

he got up, putting on some random pair of comfortable pants, and then rummaged through his closet for something for you to wear. settling on some t-shirt he didn't know he had, he turned back to you. he sat you up and helped you put the shirt on, finding the underwear he through on the floor and sliding them back on, laying down next to you when he was done.

you rolled over, cuddling into him, his hand gently caressing the exposed skin of your thigh. "i love you." you mumbled off-handedly. it took mello by surprise, kissing your forehead regardless. "love you too." he whispered.

i got carried away LMAO

[sending-love-letters]

Listen babes, I don't know how long ago it was but Priest Vince specific is permanently rotting my brain like a cavity. I'm so sorry to just inject myself into your space but I have so many words.

I've talked in full length about the way Vincent would put his rosary around your neck when he pulls you into Father Bo's office after mass. Leans you over the desk, some papers sliding to the ground while he pulls up your shirt and sees how perfectly his prayer beads rest between your tits.

The man would regard you as holy, laid out on the table with his face between your legs and your head tilted back. Way you look in the setting sunlight peeking through the window just behind you practically makes a halo around your head. He listens to the way you reverently murmur his name and 'Father' so sweetly, fingers tangled in his hair until he'll eventually stand up and give you exactly what you've waited all service for. The only reason you go to church is to see him, sitting front row in showy clothes so he can get peeks at your bare skin and underclothes.

Bo'll come into a ruined office and the very soft sound of your giggling down the hall as you barely make it out of the room before he comes back.

-💙

BLUEEEEE! Like I always say, feel free to barge in and take over my ask box whenever you feel like it! Oh lordie, priest Vincent is just delightful and I need my fill of him. 😩👌🏼💕

ASDFGHH I am at a loss for words. This was absolutely delicious and perfect!!! I don't know what to add as this is amazing already.

HIM GUIDING YOU WITH HIS ROSARY!?!? Ay ay ay~

Vincent, a holy man worshiping you like a Saint. The image of the setting sun hitting both of you just right and engulfing the office in a golden glow. The gentleness and reverence he bestows on you as both of you reach sweet bliss together.

ALSO

ALSOO

The thought of sneaking behind Bo's back and causing a mess in the office, like two teenagers sneaking behind the backs of your superiors to have some fun. I LOVE THAT SO MUCH OML. IT'S TOO CUTE.

It becomes a game of who can pull who into a hiding spot to make love~

This was wonderful, Blue. Thank you for indulging me~ 🥺💙

ALL MY FOLLOWERS WILL PERCEIVE THIS.

[risiera]

7 Swatches but the pics only show 2...purples, white, whiter, pink, green, yellow and blue.This is without the pokey out nipples!Thıs ıs a full outfıt you can fınd ın the tops category only. Excuse my Turkısh keyboard ıt ıs a paın to swıtch back and forth between languages :P

Please ignore her face lmao, I have Slice Of Life and she was in the middle of her daily skin care routine putting on her bloody face mask when I took the pics ughh

I did some personal Allure body top outfits for my game. I noticed Sopor is awol and I am not sure of his TOU so if he comes back and wants me to take these down then I will comply. I thought I would share these. I have 4 packages but this is the first file I decided to load, part 2 Glitter Top with AAS jeans that I edited to be low riders cause I love lowwww.. I love this maxis top and trying to stick with maxis for now because of the low LODs and I have a laggy old laptop. This is a basic top anyone can do. You can try them out or not, no matter. I did have to import the nude top accessory mesh into Sims4Studio to create this.

I am still a noob with blender and not sure how to make a full body mesh with Sopors nude accessory and adding the nude bottom. If you know how to do this and would like to make a full body mesh that would be awesome. I love this shape but there are no outfits for it. Anyways... for now the full body outfits show up in the tops category until I can figure out the meshing part. But when I decide to make actual tops by themselves obviously they will be in the right place. So bare with me for now...

***Also if you have Slice of Life and you use the drunk buffs it will take your custom skin overlays off. When I was testing the outfits I thought I botched something up but noticed the drunk buff on my sim and took it off and the skin and boob colors were back. So be warned if you use drunk buff with SOL and use this outfit, it isn't the outfit messing up it is the buff removing your skin overlay. Thought I would share that tit bit with you 💋

credits:

Sopor for the amazing boob mesh

SimsGraveyard for the pants AllAboutSims because I converted a lot of clothes from there when I created for Sims 2 on Backalleysims. I kind of destroyed the pants by making them very very low riders, so umm yes ur sims butt cracks will show, alot! See pic

Top, mine

Front tattoos/Rosary on the crotch and neck tattoo by me

Remussirion for the beautiful skin overlay 

***Check out my tumblr for upcoming cc. I mainly stick with maxis but throw in some  Risi touches here and there so usually I do a lot of mix n match cc.

https://risiera.tumblr.com/

File Information Lovers Lab DL’S so far. I guess I will mainly stick to Lovers Lab as I am not feeling the love on tumblr :(

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I would love to see your sims in this, so please share on my tumblr page. I have decided to get back into creating but a bit rusty, so forgive my crappy graphics for now. I will probably mainly just end up converting maxis tops over to the Allure shape because I hate when my sims wear maxis clothes that they lose that sexy breast shape. So I am doing it for personal use..But tops because I don't know how to combine the nude top and nude bottom yet. If you are ok with full body outfits in the tops category then I will keep crunching out more outfits. Thanks for reading..And if you aren't in a rush say "hello" ...but you are not obliged and can just grab and run lol...

Feel free to buy me a coffee or a donut. 

[jemej3m]

To the Good Place We Go (p.2)

part two! (sorry about errors totally didn’t read over this)

credit goes to @gluupor​ for the idea! link to their the good place au here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16782301

warning: aftg typical violence

part one here: http://jemejem.tumblr.com/post/182518320202/to-the-good-place-we-go

“I don’t belong here.” His voice shook. He imagined his father was looking up from the Bad Place, grinning like the mad-man he was. Neil was delivering himself into hell, because it was the right thing to do. His morals had been warped and distorted on Earth. If he was going to spend eternity suffering, he might as well make himself feel better by doing it honourably.

Also, he wanted to prove Andrew wrong. But that was besides the point.

Three-hundred and twenty-one residents, an omnipotent ethereal being and a walking Wikipedia stared at him in shock.

“Well.” Wymack clapped his hands together. “Dismissed, everyone!” He crooked a finger at Neil, and he felt his heart clambering to get out of his chest as he shuffled forward. He tried not to flinch as Wymack’s fingers brushed over his shoulder, and in less than a blink, they were standing in his office. Wymack rounded the desk and grabbed a stress ball off the desk and propping his feet up on the oaken edge, throwing it up and catching it repeatedly.

“Well?” Wymack offered him the chair. Neil sat. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I didn’t try to get in or hack the system somehow.” Neil murmured. “I’m not a mole. It’s a complete mistake.”

“Ha. A human, hacking into the universe? Very interesting. Very impossible. You humans are so strange.” He caught the ball, took his feet off the desk and leaned forward. “Neil Josten, you’ve been chosen as a candidate for MPP. The Middle Place Project. Nicky!”

“Yes?” Nicky had blooped into existence next to him.

“Strike Neil Josten off the Test One list.” Wymack’s smile was small but warm.

“That was a test?” Neil said testily. Wymack held out his hands.

“Honesty is an integral part of being a good person. You, out of everyone, are the most practised liar. Eight years on the run, twenty-two identities—I’m surprised you aren’t having an identity crisis.”

“Same.” Neil muttered. In all honesty, he was glad to have died as Neil Josten. Neil Abram Josten. Out of everyone he’d been, Neil was his favourite.

“If you can come forward, in front of the entire neighbourhood nonetheless, then I’m sure the rest will follow.” He cleared his throat. “The Middle Place Project is proving that humans are capable of  change, whether it be improving, or failing. There’s a few in the midst of the neighbourhood that we’re watching to see whether or not you can improve from your characteristic behaviours on earth.”

“Will we get into the Good Place if you do?”

“Maybe in five-thousand years.” Wymack promised. “If I can manage to convince my superiors of  your genuine progress.”

“Right.” Neil drawled. “Five-thousand years. No biggie.”

He glared at Neil with intense scrutiny, but somehow, Neil was unafraid of this ethereal being. He was giving Neil a chance, wasn’t he?

“Well?” Wymack grouched. “What are you still doing here?”

“What am I supposed to—“

“Figure it out, Josten. Just don’t tell anyone it’s a test. Got it?”

He pursed his lips. “Cool. Yeah. Got it.”

Wymack watched him, unimpressed, as he shuffled towards the door. Neil shot Wymack a quick grimace as he slipped out.

He blew his bangs out of his face with relief. Andrew stood in the waiting room, arms crossed and eyes barely slits. “So?”

“I’m alive.” He twinkled his fingers. ��See?”

“Actually,” Nicky piped up.

“Shut up, Nicky.” They both ground out.

“Test forty-seven!” Wymack clapped his hands. “We’re finally getting into the good stuff. Ethical responsibility!”

Neil threw a troubled glance at Andrew, who, of course, stared impassively back. Ethics?

“What’s sitting in a classroom gonna do about our ethics.” Seth grunted.

Neil had decided he disliked Seth intensely. It was something about the constant fits of anger, irrational judgements and toxic intolerance to everything that wasn’t Allison’s tits or Adderall.

“Well, actually,” Kevin chided. Wymack snapped his fingers, effectively muting Kevin. The young man tried to scream in horror, but slumped in his chair with defeat.

“We’re going to be learning about some of your moral philosophisers and interpret what they had to say about what’s right and wrong. How about some basic questions, hm? Just to gage where each of you at.”

This wasn’t going to go well.

It was fine, wasn’t it? They had, what, five-thousand years?

“These first few should be simple.” Wymack picked a clipboard off his desk. “Let’s see. Neil?”

He looked up at the towering, omnipotent being. “What?”

“Is murder good or bad?”

Neil shrugged. “Depends.”

Wymack looked a little dismayed. “Andrew?”

Andrew jerked his thumb at Neil. “What he said. For example, Seth is a perfect example of why murder isn’t always bad.”

Neil grinned at him, and liked the way a spark of amusement glinted in his eye. Seth was probably clambering out of his chair to haul himself at Andrew in a fit of rage, but Neil wasn’t watching. He simply appreciated the sunlit hair that shone like spun gold, and the perfect understanding shared between them.

Their benevolent guardian simply dragged a hand over his face as his classroom dissolved into chaos.

“Good morning, son.”

Neil opened his eyes slowly. He was sleeping in a double bed, his double bed, in his cottage. In the afterlife. He was in the Middle Place. His name was Neil Josten. He had died at the age of 19. He played striker. His soulmate was Andrew Minyard.

Sitting upright, he saw Andrew standing at the opposite end of his bed. There was a young man standing behind him with a vicious glean to his eye; He had his chin hooked over Andrew’s shoulder.

Andrew was gagged, hands cuffed behind him. His feet were bare: His skin shone with sweat as his muscles convulsed. There were bruises blossoming under his skin: He’d put up a serious fight. How was he bruising? Could you be hurt in the afterlife?

“I said, good morning.”

Slowly, Neil craned his neck around. All six-feet of his father were craned over the edge of his bed, one fist denting the mattress and the other wrapped around Neil’s neck. He was looking at a mirror image, the eyes and the hair and the sadistic smile. Thick fingers tightened around Neil’s windpipe.

“Young Drake Spear was promoted to help me. It’s time to collect our rewards for such excellent work down in the Bad Place.” His grin was that of a wolfs.

“Fitting.” Neil wheezed out. Honestly, he was terrified. The thought of eternity trapped with the unending methods of his father was enough to wish that there was a way for Neil to die and end up in a further layer of the afterlife.

His father only laughed. The last thing he remembered noticing was Andrew closing his eyes. For a moment, it looked as though an angel was praying.

Dan crouched down, back to the wall. In her hand was a magnetic clamp, ready for Bad Nicky. It’d render him useless, and they couldn’t let Nathan Wesninski, Drake Spear or Riko Moriyama have access to him. They were powerful enough as it was.

Kevin was bone-white beside her. It had to have been years since he saw Riko Moriyama. Neil and Andrew weren’t the only ones facing their old demons today.

The man who’d stabbed Dan in the back had been boiling in a pit of acid. The demon in charge of the tank flashed a grin at her. “Want to join him?”

Aaron’s mother had leapt out at him from a shuffling line of prisoners, grabbing for fists of his hair and screaming. She hadn’t been able to tell which twin it was, mixing up the names as she spasmed with hysteria. Aaron had clutched his arms to his stomach and hurried away.

With Dan and Aaron’s close calls, Renee knew it was every possibility that her old gang leader had heard the commotion the group had caused and would want to connect with the girl who ended his life in a knife fight. Renee was clutching her rosary, praying as every demon brushed by her.

God, was Dan exhausted. Matt, Aaron and Seth had all been lured with narcotics. Then Matt got into a fight with a security guard, and Seth backed him up. Then someone insulted Allison as she was trying to flirt her way through a checkpoint, and she’d clawed their eyes out with her nails, but gotten bust up at a result.

So yeah. Not a great time for any of them.

“This is it, kid.” Wymack warned. “We’ve got a window of thirty seconds to get them out of there.”

Dan nodded.

A young man left the room, meaning Bad Nicky was watching over Andrew and Neil. Dan rolled out from her hiding position and bolted at the black-clad man standing in front of her. She whacked the cuffs on, stunning the look of contempt right out of those big brown eyes. He stumbled, turning around to look at her.

“Oh my god,” Allison cackled. “Bad Nicky is a straight, fuck-boy version of Nicky?”

It was true. He was wearing a flat-cap, backwards, and a big grey hoodie underneath a leather jacket. His jeans were torn and he wore stupid, stereotypical boots. He had a tattoo of a girl with her tongue between her fingers on his neck, and a gold-capped tooth.

“Hell.” He slurred. “You got me. Ha-aahh.”

Nicky was staring at himself with horror. “Disgusting.”

“Andrew,” Kevin faltered. “Where’s Neil?”

Andrew was sitting up, both hands chained to the bedposts behind him. He was blindfolded, his clothes in tatters and bloodied. Aaron rushed forward, dragging Nicky with him. The chains were cut and Dan watched Aaron murmur something to Andrew as he tore his blindfold off.

“We have to go.” Andrew said, fierce. Dan had never seen him so angered. “I know where Neil is.”

Matt grabbed bad Nicky and hauled him over his shoulder. The group filed out, lead by Andrew, Aaron surprisingly right on his heels. Despite the obvious abuse, he was legging it down the hallway. With the chaos of the Bad Place, the rag-tag team and their badges had looked like nothing more that a bunch of demons. With a Bad Nicky incapacitated and over Matt’s shoulder, they were running out of time. Andrew somehow had perfectly memorised the route to Neil’s cell.

They were almost there, when Andrew staggered to a holt. The young man they’d seen leaving the room earlier was standing in front of them. Aaron acted too quickly, brandishing a knife and jumping the guy. The knife buried itself into the man’s chest. Dan gasped.

“I won’t let him touch you again.” Aaron promised his twin. “Go.”

Andrew said nothing, instead shoving his way through a metal door on the left just metres past.

The demons present whirled upon their entrance. Dan felt her blood boil as she saw Neil in a chair, head hung. He couldn’t even lift his head to see who’d appeared.

“Wesninski, these humans are mine.” Wymack growled. “Give them back. They’re official property of the Middle Place.”

“Oh, oops.” The man—who did look scarily similar to Neil—grinned at the younger boy. Riko Moriyama. “It’s almost as though demons have to follow rules. Incredible.”

Riko had no eyes for anyone but Kevin. Kevin, who stood with his chin up and broad shoulders as he stared the other boy down.

“I’ll oversee your retirement myself, you rotten sack of sadistic fuckery.” Wymack snarled, stepping forward with Nicky at one side and Andrew at the other. “Back down. Now.”

“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin.” Riko clucked his tongue. “It’s so nice to see you. Such a shame that we’re opposed like this, brother.”

“I’m nothing like you.” Kevin rasped. “I’m going to go to the Good Place.”

“Why bother?” Riko leered. “When you can have so much more power, down here? They recruit the worst, you know. I was just human too. Now look at me.” He lifted his hand, and Neil spasmed, head flung back and mouth open in an aborted scream.

That was the precise moment that everything went to shit — as if everything hadn’t already gone to shit. Wymack launched at Wesninski: Andrew was hurling towards Riko, and the rest were attempting to shut the door on the copious amounts of demonic spawn trying to get a better look.

Dan was desperately trying to get someone’s attention but the only one who listened to her was Renee. That was ultimately futile, because Allison was thrown aside and Renee, obviously lost her shit. Even the faithful had their breaking points.

Kevin was desperately clawing for Neil to break him free: Andrew was brawling with Riko with a desperation that had Riko shaken, Wesninski was waving a knife in Wymack’s general direction, Matt was thrown over a demon’s shoulder and causing a ruckus, Seth was yelling and Allison was wiping furious tears off her face, snatching a knife off Renee.

Wesninski threw the knife. Riko threw himself at Neil. The door was thrown open.

“ENOUGH.” Nicky screamed, standing in the middle of the room.

Everyone froze.

“I’ve been through a lot, today!” Nicky’s voice was so shrill that Dan would have winced if she weren’t completely stiff. “I’ve hauled almost a dozen of you shits through portals, this way and that way. I’ve been running faster than I’ve ever had to run in my life, because I don’t run, I teleport! My husband’s disappeared because he wasn’t compatible with the Bad Place, I’m not meant to be this emotionally distraught because I’m just a machine, and now this?” He gasped. “I. Am. Flabbergasted. It’s my favourite human word, and that’s what I am right now. Not only have you—“ He pointed to Wesninski. “Defied basic laws by having a child with a human, you’ve been recruiting humans! Gracious, do you know the worst part of this entire shit-fuckery?” His voice raised into a scream once more. “I have to live out the rest of my eternal existence knowing that Bad Nicky is a straight fuck-boy!”

“That’s the worst part?” Neil said, weakly, his voice raw with screaming. “Well, gee, Nicky. I missed you too.”

“So,” Nicky continued. “I’m going to unfreeze my friends. Friends. F-R-I-E-N-D-S. And we’re going to leave. And am going to report your demonic asses to the new Lord Ichirou of the underworld, and I hope you live in agony for eternity. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” He snapped his fingers and Dan almost collapsed, if it weren’t for Matt holding her up. “We’re leaving.”

Andrew hauled Neil to his feet, clutching the taller boy to his side in a fit of possessiveness.

Dan stood by the door as she counted her crew out of Neil’s cell, watching Nicky carve an angry path through the mob of frozen demons. She glanced over her shoulder to see Kevin glaring at Riko.

“Kevin,” Dan started.

The man slapped Riko so hard that Riko’s head shifted, even with Nicky’s freeze power. Or whatever the fuck that was.

“You deserve so much worse than hell.” He said, calmly, before marching out the door. Dan followed him, squeezed his shoulder. His look was not as confident as he’d been momentarily ago, but he offered her a shaky smile.

“Let’s go home.” Wymack said, tiredly slinging an arm around Nicky’s shoulders.

They all smiled faintly, and with a nod, they were on their way home.

“How’d you do in the Trolley exam?”

Andrew glared at the sun. It was still peering over the horizon, the endless rolling hills, trying in vain to grasp a few more minutes of illumination. It turned the sky into a brilliant palette of purples and blues.

He wanted to shove Neil off the roof of this stupid house, but he probably wouldn’t even break a bone. He had been sleeping in Neil’s grossly cramped cottage for a few months, where there was only one room and Andrew had been donated the couch. They’d razed Andrew’s old house to the ground a few weeks back. That had been great fun.

The reason he wanted to shove Neil off was murky, but he knew part of it was because Neil provided him a tether: To stay in the Middle Place, to try and achieve Good Place status with everyone else, to stop himself from marching down and delivering himself into greedy hands. It didn’t matter if Drake and Wesninski and Riko were gone. Hell would still suck.

He hated it.

But he also couldn’t cut the rope.

“I ran you over. It was very satisfying.”

They corner of Neil’s mouth quirked. Andrew hated that too. He hated Neil’s stupid red curls and brilliantly blue eyes. They were sparkling in the sunset, each freckle and scar glossed with a decadent shade of gold. “What was it between?”

“You and nothing. I think I’m a bit behind in class.”

Again, the quirk of the mouth.

Truthfully, the choice had been between Neil and Aaron. Because they were all already dead and this was just a theory, Andrew knew it didn’t matter. But still, he’d found himself torn. Usually apathetic and uninterested, he was placed in the simulation and felt a strange thrumming in his. ear. His heartbeat. Quickening.

Aaron was his brother. He had promised Aaron protection. Aaron had gotten them both killed. Aaron ignored his conditions and went out with Katelyn, and lied about it. Aaron was his brother. Andrew died protecting Aaron from their mother. Aaron had stabbed Drake for him. Aaron was his brother.

But Neil was his other. Neil listened. Neil smiled. Neil was honest with Andrew. Neil was relaxed with Andrew. Neil looked at Andrew in a way that made Andrew felt as though he was coming undone, unravelling at the seams. Neil could see Andrew. Neil understood Andrew.

He’d only had a split second left to decide.

He’d chosen Neil over Aaron.

“Yes or no?”

Neil narrowed his eyes. “To what?”

“A kiss.”

The word sounded so delicate out of Andrew’s mouth. He felt delicate, exposed and raw to Neil’s understanding gaze. All this studying of ethics and morality and those stupid philosophers was getting to Andrew’s head. The question yes or no was balanced on a scale, the decision between forever and never ultimately resting on Neil’s final answer. Andrew fucking hoped it was a yes.

Death made one’s apathetic resolve melt like ice sometimes.

Gosh, he was a miserable forking sap. It was disgusting.

Neil smiled, so hesitant that it was almost unnoticeable. But Andrew saw it. Maybe Andrew understood Neil, too. “Yes.”

Fork the Good Place. Andrew was already there.

once again, credit goes to @gluupor /// link to their the good place au here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16782301

hope u enjoyed!