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targaryen-dynasty · 7 months ago

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THE CURSE OF CURIOSITY.

Aemond Targaryen x twin sister!reader

"While your brother searches the library of the Dragonkeeper Elder for something new to read, you come in contact with some unlabeled fluid. You both learn that it's something meant to aid in the breeding of dragons, however, it also has a unique effect on humans. But lucky for you, your twin is there to help you through the ordeal."

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest, dub con, sex pollen (rather fluid lol), p in v, breeding kink

WORDS: 4 K

NOTES: Hope you enjoy me having literally zero grasp on English. 🤭

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

“It’s far too late for us to be here,” you huff, almost annoyed, as you watch Aemond graze his fingers along the spines of the several books kept in the currently deserted chambers of the Dragonkeeper Elder. “What are we looking for here anyways?”

The room is barely lit by anything else than just a handful of candles. Your twin holds a lantern of some sort in one hand, using it to make out the writings that are carved on the books backs.

When there doesn’t immediately come an answer from him, you start to slowly walk around the room, inspecting its decor. “I have exhausted the castle’s libraries, and hope to take something of their collection for my own,” he murmurs, carefully selecting two books.

You stop in your tracks and turn to look at him. Although you’re just a few moments younger than him, sharing the same attributes with your long, silver hair and lilac eyes, you have a much gentler nature than he does, one that doesn’t lend itself to the same mischief you had pursued together as children anymore.

“And you couldn’t have just taken Floris with you? You ought to wed, and doing something together would do no harm to your future union. One sparsely sees you two around court,” you note, slightly annoyed your brother chose to wake you instead of his betrothed.

Knowing all too well that just the mention of the betrothal is going to set him off, you choose to play with fire. If your brother wants your company, he’ll have to put up with your teasing. And just like expected, the notion of being forced into a marriage he doesn’t want to be in irritates him, audible in the sigh he releases. His resentment of the situation has become worse over time as he feels more and more suffocated by the ordeal.

“The girl is as dull as stones. Besides,” he replies with a shrug, “she knows nothing about our family’s history, much less about dragons.” The topic of dragons is something your twin is very passionate about, and you know that the fact that his wife-to-be cares so little about his passion infuriates him. It might be one of the main reasons for his dislike of her. “I have no desire to have Floris at my side any more than she does me.”

His annoyance is palpable, but you don’t feel bad about making it worse. For all the hours he has spent teasing, taunting and annoying you while you grew up together, he gets it back twice and three times over. And although he hasn’t spoken it out loud, you know you’re one of the few people he trusts blindly to be himself around.

“That aside, it would be foolish to read with Floris,” he continues, your silence coaxing him to speak more, “as all she does is gossip with her friends and prattle on about pointless nonsense. You of all people know best how I feel about this match.”

“Floris isn’t so bad, you know,” you defend with a low voice. “And you’ve barely tried to get to know her. Surely you can find at least one thing to like about her. If you did, you might just see she’s not as terrible as you’ve decided.” If you both have to spend your days withering away in marriages sealed by your father and mother, you at least could find a little solace knowing your twin wasn’t as miserable in his.

Aemond sighs in frustration. “You sound just like mother,” he comments dryly, finally moving to look at you from over his shoulder. “Can you really say that you like her? She is dull and naive. I am certain I couldn’t find anything to like about her even if I had all night. There is nothing for me to like about her. Nothing at all.”

Finding yourself at somewhat of a loss of words at this, you open and close your mouth without any words leaving it. Part of you wants to disagree with your twin, as Floris hasn’t been entirely unpleasant to spend time with at court, which makes Aemond’s dislike for her appear entirely without reason to you. On the other hand, you’ve known your brother long and well enough to know when he is resolute about something.

“Just promise me that you won’t be a terrible husband to her. Even if you don’t like her, don’t make your lifes awful,” you finally blurt out.

As you allow your gaze to trail through the chambers once more, you spot some small vessels standing lined up on the desk in the far corner with books and scrolls littered around them. You don’t wait for Aemond to reply as you make your way over, determined to inspect the small containers. The liquid inside of them resembles milk of the poppy, although it’s slightly more permeable to light when you hold it to one of the candles.

You hardly think about the dangers coming with it when you open the lid to inhale a whiff of the fluid. Not smelling entirely unpleasant, it still has you scrunching your nose as a slight burning grows prominent in your nose and throat.

Placing the vessel back down rather quickly, it stands too close to the edge of the desk. You’re not quick enough as it falls to the ground with a clatter, the vessel shattering into pieces and the pale liquid spreading across the floor.

“By the Seven,” you mumble, sinking to the ground to collect some of the larger shards.

The sound of breaking glass and your sighing is enough to catch your brother's attention again. Where he has read the spines of the books before, he makes his way over to the source of the commodation now. “You shouldn’t have dropped that,” he comments dryly, which prompts you to shoot him a heated glare. “Oh, you don’t say, mh?” you reply, your voice laced with sarcasm.

Reaching for another shard, you pull your hand back with a hiss when it cuts your finger. “Ouch!” you exclaim and rise to your feet, soon enough spotting the crimson oozing out of the cut.

Despite his annoyance at your clumsiness, Aemond’s good eye is drawn to the cut you have given yourself. It’s no deep wound, but even the hint of your blood makes something akin to guilt bubble in his stomach. “What were you doing with that?” he inquires, as he takes your hand to inspect your finger, nodding towards the vessels still standing on the desk.

You watch him twist and turn your hand to have the perfect look of the wound, the stinging pain suddenly not too bad with his warm skin on yours. “I… I just wanted to see what they keep here. It is unusual for anyone other than the maesters to store unmarked liquids,” you reply, hissing as Aemond pinches the cut finger a tad too tightly. “I shall see Maester Mellos. Mayhaps this needs stitching.”

“That’s an excellent idea.”

Aemond fetches the books he has chosen from the collection, holding them under his arm as he brings the other to you to place a hand to the small of your back, guiding you out of the Dragonpit.

On your request, the cut on your finger is stitched by Maester Mellos, although he has voiced that it wasn’t quite necessary. But something tells you the opposite, especially when you catch him staring at your face and checking your temperature more than once. “Is everything alright, maester?” you ask him with a soft voice, a yawn following.

Aemond towers over the both of you, carefully watching each move of the needle in the elder’s hands, just waiting for him to make a wrong move that’s meant to hurt you – he’s familiar with being stitched up after all.

The maester seems to be out of his mind, and only reacts as he hears you say his name. “Maester Mellos?”

His eyes are wide, but he nods quickly. “Yes… yes, princess. The wound should be able to heal calmly now.”

He is quick to pack his utensils up again, and even faster to leave your chambers at once. And while Aemond hurries after the old man, trying to catch up on him outside of your chambers, you don’t wait for any of them to return again with sleep coming over you.

The crackling of the fireplace is the only thing audible when you stir awake, a sheen of sweat covering your skin, making your nightgown cling to it uncomfortably. Your body feels as though it’s on fire when you squirm from one side to the other, not finding back to sleep. A tingling spreads in your loins, and each time your thighs squeeze together, it surges up your spine.

“Gods be good,” you whine, utterly bewildered with the feeling of liquid fire coursing through your veins.

Aemond not so silently rises from one of the chairs close to the fireplace, and comes closer to the bed, though, careful not to startle or frighten you as you regain your bearings. He has hoped you’d sleep through the entire ordeal and wake up as if nothing has happened, but that hope slowly dissipates with each passing moment.

“How are you feeling?” your twin asks, concern in his voice. Suddenly, hearing his voice allures you, and doesn’t diminish the burning at the apex of your legs.

As you clench your thighs together again, it releases some of the tension your body holds, and makes you whine in despair. “Aemond…” you pant, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths. “What are you doing here?”

The thin sheets covering your body do little to conceal what is happening beneath, and your brother just assumes it’s your way of trying to suppress your bodily urges ignited by the pale liquid you came in contact with before.

“I…” his usual confidence and boldness completely deserts him at the state you’re in, and he can barely find the words to tell you what he’s been told by Maester Mellos.

As he watches you writhe and writhe about on the bed, he’s unsure of how much longer he can just stand there and do nothing. But his concern and love for you cause him to make the decision to act, approaching you and reaching out to grasp your hands.

At the contact, the feeling of his warm hands fully engulfing yours, it’s like something overcomes your mind and body, luring you in to move, staring up at him with wide eyes as you sit on your haunches. “Dohaeragon nyke… kostilus,” you whimper, strands of your silver hair clinging to the damp sides of your face. “Ziry ōdrikagon.. sīr bāne. Nyke sepār – dohaeragon nyke, lēkia.” Yet you don’t quite know what exactly you’re begging for. Help me… please. It hurts… so hot. I just – help me, brother.

In the dim light of the candles, you spot his eye widening as you shift and squirm, looking up at him in such a vulnerable state with your innocent eyes, pleading for him to help you through your ordeal although you have no idea of what’s wrong with you right now. He can’t help but notice how your hair clings to your skin, seeming as if you’ve just bathed, and that your movements seem to contribute to its dampness.

“Mellos has told me what the fluid is that the Elder keeps in his chambers,” he states, trying to stay calm and not let your state affect him too much.

But with his proximity, all effort of you to process what he’s saying is fruitless. You pull on his hands, as if you want to encourage him to join you in bed, and when he doesn’t budge, you rise on your knees, and start to fidget with the buttons of his coat – solely driven by your urges. “And that is?” you mumble, not really listening.

His cheeks run hot when you start to undo the buttons, and his hands capture yours once again to put a stop to it, making you pout. With furrowed brows, his grip finally has you looking up at him. “It’s something used to aid in breeding the dragons,” Aemond states. “He told me it’s also used to increase their stamina and to make them more…” he trails off, his body slowly growing tense as the implication of what he’s going to say settles into his mind. “... receptive to breeding.”

“Mh–Mh,” you hum almost nonchalantly, and watch completely mesmerized as your fingers graze along his, the warmth and softness of his skin only intensifying the tingling in your loins. Aemond is hesitant, unsure whether or not what you’re doing is entirely due to the potion’s effect, or if there is genuinely some desire for him on your part.

You lick your lips and free your hands from Aemond’s to shrug the opened coat off his shoulders. The fabric of his tunic is pinched between your fingers as you tug on it once again to beg for him to join you. With him taking his sweet time, you find yourself clenching your thighs every now and then to soothe the aching burning at the apex of them.

“He also informed me that ‘tis necessary for someone to… help you through it,” he murmurs quietly, his voice almost sounding shaky as he speaks, “... for it will burn you from the inside out if not.”

Even though you’re fully acting on your body's desires, you do notice the way his widened eye trails down to your thighs, lingering there for a moment before it returns to yours.

You don’t give a verbal response to his words, and instead, your only reactions are subtle ones. Nodding your head slowly, as if you’ve understood what he is implying, your hands squeeze his tunic further into his chest. He can practically see your body tensing with each movement of your fingers, almost as if you’re trying to hold back.

With your eyes firmly locked with his now, you slowly trail your hands beneath his tunic, pushing it up to remove that as well from his body to get further access to him – if it wasn’t for him not raising his arms.

Exhaling a deep breath, you sit back on your haunches. His reluctance does little to quell the fire raging within you, no, it only fuels to make you even more desperate. The lacey hem of your nightgown rides up your thighs as you spread them, and fully exposes your undergarments the moment you bring your hand between your legs. A breathy whimper falls past your lips as your fingers finally make contact with your clothed cunt, and then something akin to mischief flickers in your lilac eyes.

“And… will you help me, brother? Or shall I ask Jacaerys for help instead? We ought to wed in a moon's turn after all,” your voice is honeyed as you speak, dripping with feigned innocence. “But you don’t want that, do you? That’s why you’ve stayed.”

You spot the exact moment his breath hitches in his throat. He suddenly feels a wave of heat overcoming him, your words triggering something in him that is more than just the usual desire to protect his younger sister, something primal. You sound and look so vulnerable asking for his help, secretly begging for him and him only.

Intertwining your fingers with his, the intensity of your grip increasing as your senses become more heightened, your twin finally moves as you pull him onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight as you watch him come closer, and when he is close enough, you reach and pull him down onto you in a quick motion. You don’t waste a second more and lock your lips with his, your hand slowly traveling down his back. But before you can grab his tunic and pull it over his head, Aemond pushes you back to lie flatly on the bed, pinning your wrists above your head. His eye burns with hunger as he gazes down at you, visible even in the dim light, and it makes you yearn for more.

“Well, if I chose to leave you here to your own devices, would you crawl to your betrothed for help? I do not think so,” he says, his voice taking over a mocking tone. “No, in fact, I’m certain you would come to my chambers instead.”

When he doesn’t touch you, you try to wrap your legs around his body to grind yourself against him, but Aemond is quick to catch your hip with one hand, keeping your body still as it's pinned to the mattress.

“Sir, dohaeragon nyke,” you beg, voice shaky enough it comes close to a whimper. But when you notice that speaking in the tongue of your ancestors is not having any effect on him at all, you choose to coax him to tend to you in the Common Tongue. “Touch me, Aemond. Help me… please.” Now, help me.

Aemond is silent for a moment, visibly dragging his eye over your squirming frame. One hand still holds your wrists above your head, while the other slowly but surely releases your hip. “I shall take care of you,” he reassures you. “But you will have to let me, do you understand?”

You gaze up at him with wide eyes and slowly nod your head, only for you to pounce on him the moment your wrists are released. The tunic is gone as soon as your body collides with his, causing a strained gasp to leave your twin’s lips. While just the thoughts of his warm skin on yours have incite your mind already, seeing his bare chest sets your body alight.

His demeanor changes in the blink of an eye, and he has never treated you as roughly as he does when he pushes you off of him. It leaves you dumbfounded for a moment, more so when he moves between your parted legs, towering over you.

“Look how dull this fluid has made you,” he mocks, the condescending tone of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. Aemond notices that you’re not shying away from him, no, you keen at that. “Just because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“If I help you,” he warns, “no one else, let alone that bastard of a nephew, is ever allowed to touch you again, do you understand?”

It might be the liquid-induced state, or the despair to have him do anything to you already, but you’re far too eager to nod at his words.

Aemond’s hand wanders below the hem of your nightgown to heartily fist your undergarments and peel them off of you. He can already feel that the linen is soaked with your arousal, but still can’t stop himself from licking his lips as he sees your now exposed cunt glistening in the light of the candles.

“Now, we do not want you to suffer any longer, hm?” he asks.

And you nod once again. “Gods, yes, please. I need you, Aemond.”

You don’t have to beg him any longer. He undoes the laces in the front of his breeches and pulls out his throbbing cock, painfully hard and aching to be buried inside of you. It’s slightly curved and thick, and if you have to guess, you’d say that you need both hands to pleasure him, and even then there’d still be a bit of him that would be left abandoned.

Aemond wastes no time in lining himself up with your entrance, pushing into you as you both moan in unison. You don’t expect him to set up a merciless pace almost immediately upon fully bottoming out, but you’re not disappointed either.

While you’ve been able to talk before, he’s quickly reduced you to a whimpering and whining mess, relishing in the delicious burning of accommodating his sheer size.

“Does it help?” your twin asks through gritted teeth, desperately trying to keep his sounds of pleasure at bay. But you’ve been fucked into a stupor by him already, not even able to keep your eyes open. “Mh-mh,” you hum.

Putting some of his weight onto you, Aemond’s hand finds your throat like the most treasured necklace you only take off to sleep, taking up the entirety of your neck and leaving no room for you to shift even the slightest.

It was subtle at first, but the merciless pace slowly changes into something more determined, his hips rolling with each thrust as if he wants to make sure the tip of his cock really brushes your sweet spot every time. He’s seemingly spurred on by the way you’ve lost all inhibitions, not that the fluid allowed you to have any in the first place, and the wanton moans that spill past your lips.

One of your hands grabs his wrist, keeping his hand around your throat, while the other finds solace on his shoulder, gripping it tightly. Your nails dig into his alabaster skin, and you’re sure that crescent shaped marks will bloom there not long after, staking your claim on him.

“But you need more,” Aemond grunts, and you can’t do more than whimper a pathetic string of yesses. “The only thing that will truly help you is for me to fill you up with my seed, to breed you.”

Your head tips back in plain bliss, and you’re not sparing one thought to the possible repercussions of him putting a child in you. If anything, there is something buried deeply inside of you that has waited for this moment. You have waited for this moment. You grew up thinking you’d marry your twin one day, only for the rising tensions inside of the family to force you to marry your nephew instead as the final straw to mend the chasm.

Aemond’s stamina doesn’t seem to be able to handle the way your body reacts to him and his words – not when a renewed wave of your arousal drips from your cunt at the mere thought of you carrying his child. It’s running thin, ready to burst at any given moment, hence he brings a deft finger to your pearl, rubbing it with frantic movements that should bring you to peak just in time with him.

The pressure brought to your pearl has your body squirming, not anticipating it and the shiver of pleasure that comes with it. You arch your back and moan, yet a tight squeeze of your throat is enough to bring your attention back to him.

“Do you want that?” he pants, dark blown eyes fixed with yours. “Want me to put a babe in you?” It might be his way to ask for your reassurance, and while your body’s reaction should be enough with your walls clenching around him so tightly, he stills wants to hear your voice.

Your cheeks grow hot as his words finally seem to settle in your hazed mind, a whiny ‘yes’ slipping past your lips. “Fill me up, Aemond… please. I want it,” you all but beg, your voice croaked with him squeezing your throat.

The confession flips a switch inside of you that allows you to let go, your body shattering beneath Aemond with a pathetic whine. He relishes in the way your walls flutter and spasm all over him, utterly mesmerized as relief etches itself into your features.

With a groan, the first wanton sound of pleasure you’ve heard of him, Aemond spends himself inside of you. He connects your lips in a heated kiss that has you swallowing down each grunt and groan he unleashes. Working you both through the blissful highs, his hips only stop once he’s sure he’s fucked his seed as deep as possible, determined to put a child in you.

Aemond topples over into the vacant space next to you, his breeches soaked with your arousal and his chest heaving with his breaths.

The sudden loss of friction makes you whine at first, but is quickly overshadowed by the feeling of relief. “Thank you,” you whisper through heavy breaths, turning your head to look at him.

“I won’t leave now,” he says softly, although there is a linger of mischief in his voice. “I would be remiss not to aid my sister in her hour of utmost desperation… so, I shall stay the night just to make sure you really get through it.”

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erenjaegerwifee · 4 months ago

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Summer In Pandora 🌸 Day 2 - One Bed

Paring: Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, explicit language, p in v, orals (f receiving), jealous Lo’ak, friends to lovers, mentions of courting, passionate sex, Lo’ak feeling guilty and in love, sensitive Lo’ak, body worshipping, sweet aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

Index: ma kalin - my sweet, sevin - pretty.

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable do yourself a favor and scroll, don’t bother reading or interacting with my account, thank you!

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You decided to have a sleepover with your best friend and everything was going fine. You played board games and got into little arguments about how much rent you owe Lo’ak while playing monopoly. You played pranks on his brother while he was chilling out in his room.

Everything was seemingly normal for a sleepover. Your parents never seemed to care that much when you and Lo’ak would spend time together. They knew well Lo’ak was your closet friend and you liked being around him so sleepovers were not an uncommon thing. You both were never without the other growing up so nothing would change now.

Even though you have both grown into adults, both exceptional hunters and both single, it was never really an issue to be around each other. It’s not that you haven’t noticed the way Lo’ak would glance at your chest sometimes staring a bit too long. Or the way you would admire his chiseled abs when he would pull back his bow to shoot his prey when you were hunting. No, you were well aware of how hot he was and vise verse, but you never though it would be an issue.

That was until tonight when you crawled into bed with him after a long day and then some of your playing around letting your limbs stretch out into the comfortable blankets. Lo’ak jumped onto the bed bouncing you up slightly as he looked down at you, “Awe are you tired already eveng(girl)?” he teased you as he seemed to not be tired at all.

“You’re all talk bitch, when your head hits the pillow, you are gonna be out like a light, it happens every time.” you look up at him smiling at the thought. “Whatever...” Lo’ak replies while he lays down next to you, “Wanna watch some TV?” he asked you.

A couple years back, he had a TV installed in his room with movies downloaded on it for this reason specifically. Lo’ak never liked watching T.V alone, he always wanted someone to be with him usually opting between his brother and you, “Aren’t you tired?” you say with a yawn.

“No but I take it you are, are you getting old? You never go to bed this early” his comment made you laugh. “Oh Lo’ak, I’m just an adult, it sucks but at least I get to have sex so” you shrug watching the TV as he flips through the selections. Lo’ak pauses immediately he felt like his brain lagged, “Sex? You are having sex? With who? Why didn’t you tell me?” he started off and turned his body to you.

The TV now long forgot, the remote sits beside him as his attention is directed at you. The faith glow of light makes him look beautiful, his freckles shine in the dark but at the same time they don’t. You find yourself tracing the pattern on his face, something that was unique to the na’vi, no one is alike in this way. But Lo’ak was even more special with his extra fingers and toes. Some people may think he is dangerous because of his human feather but you like it a lot. Lo’ak has done nothing but protect you in all the time you have known him, not one day since you knew this man have you felt unsafe. Even though he can be quite reckless, he never has and never will put you in a position to get hurt, and it is not just something you know, it is something he has told you.

“With no one specific, and I don’t know, I didn’t know how you would take it. You never told me when you had sex, if you did, I still don’t know” you answer him. You lay in your back and turned your head to the side on his pillow looking at him. Lo’ak’s entire body faces you and his head is propped up on his wrist and he watches you, “Ok fine is that what it’ll take? I had sex with, you remember Nila? She was my first time, then a couple more chicks after from the Metakayina clan.” his words upset your stomach but you ignore the feeling.

“Well when you and your family when to the metakayina, I was lonely and it just happened, after that it never happened again” the sully family had only been with the metakayina clan for about a month. After they were attacked there Jake realized it made no sense, they run away from home is the sky people will find them where ever they go, he didn’t want to put people who do not know war in danger. So at least they decided if they stayed in the forest the Omatikayan are strong. They can fight for their own.

“Your moving so sudden Lo’ak I was very sad watching my best friend leave with the rest of your family that I love every much.” you try to explain but he stopped you, “with who? Who did you lose it too ma kalin? His voice was soft, almost a whisper and his gaze doesn’t falter, “Adrik, we went to a party and met up there and I was feeling a bit awkward and he stayed with me so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. The next few days he’d spend more time with me and he was sweet, but when he requested to court me, I declined, it was the day before you came back home.”

Lo’ak didn’t say anything, he just took in your words. Yours eyes started to flutter as you drifted away to sleep waiting for his response. Lo’ak watches you drift off to sleep right in front of him but his brain didn’t even process it. He admired your features but he wasn’t thinking about that, no.

Lo’ak was thinking about how you fucked someone else, his entire life he stayed by your side and the moment he leaves you fall into bed with another man. He doesn’t blame you though, it natural you were alone and someone took advantage of your kind and submissive nature. It was his fault, he should have never left you. Maybe then you would have fallen into bed with him.

Lo’ak didn’t mean to sleep with those other girls, after Nila he realized how much he really wanted that to be you and he regretted it ever since. When he left for the metkayina he wanted to take you, but he didn’t want to put you in unnecessary danger, no matter how much you cried for him to take you. That was the first time in his adult life he actually cried, it was because he left you.

Now here you are sleeping comfortably in his bed, looking gorgeous as ever after you told him he made you lonely, “baby no I’m sorry...” Lo’ak whispered, scooting his body closer to yours. You had already fallen into deep sleep but it didn’t stop him from waking you. His large palm rested over the blanket on your hip shaking you slightly while calling your name.

Lo’ak’s head came down to your neck, he rested his head on the pillow behind yourself and pushing his head into your skin meeting it with his lips. He kissed and whispered into your skin, “wake up kalin please” his voice was strained, desperate, “have to tell you something.” when your stir your body and open your sandy eyes you don’t see Lo’ak, you feel him.

His body was pressed up against yours even though he’s bigger than you, his feet almost hang off the bed as he finds solace in the feeling your skin, you listen to him sweetly ask you to wake up so he can talk to you, you feel his hands squeeze your hip but they don’t really move from the spot, only to shake you. You feel his breath kiss your neck, the coolness that settles every time he inhales and the heat you feel when he exhales.

“Lo’ak” you whisper and his head whips up to look at you, his body shuffles up so your lay face to face but he didn’t pull back to give you space, he stayed pressed up against you, “I’m so sorry I left you kalin, I should have fought harder for you to come with us, I am sorry” his apology catches you by surprise. “Lo’ak you do not need to apologize for that it is okay you are back-”

“No but it is not okay, it’s my fault you slept with him, your first time shouldn’t have been because you felt alone, because I left you alone, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Lo’ak cut you off desperately trying to win your forgiveness, every pause in his sentence he kissed you on your cheeks, both sides got equal love he even kissed the corners of your lips at one point, it was like he wasn’t thinking straight.

“I shouldn’t have slept with those girls, I’m sorry they weren’t you, when I left, I searched in every girl for even a little sliver of you but no one was the real thing, I’m sorry you had to find comfort in someone else I promise I’ll never leave you again.” you take in his words, not fully processing but you tried to find a way to understand.

“Lo’ak want are you trying to say?” your voice comes out a bit mean but you don’t think anything off it. He does though, he pulls his lips away from your face to look at you, his ears are pinned down as he looks into your green eyes due to the dark room. Even though his are almost the same shade, Lo’ak thinks yours are so much more beautiful. The slight difference in your eyes makes it all the more beautiful in his opinion, he has never seen this color on anything in his life, no plant, flower or vine has ever come close to how beautiful the shade of green your eyes are.

You seem to finally process how mean you sounded and brought your hands up quickly too his face, his hands were still situated around your waist, and the rest of his body was still pressed up against yours except for his face and chest, “wait, I didn’t mean it like that, you just- you woke me up apologizing for something I have never blamed you for, I want to know the reason is all” you pull him closer and rest your forehead to his.

Lo’ak sighs into your touch, your voice is so soothing to him, he could listen to you talk all day. He closes his eyes and takes in your words letting them resonate with him, you don’t blame him, he shouldn’t blame himself. Lo’ak raises his head from yours and looks you in the eyes, “I- I love you; I was waiting for the right time to tell you but I don’t think any time could be better than this, holding you close to me, in bed, this is all I want for the rest of my life I love you” his words are nervous but you couldn’t have been happier hearing them.

“Oh Lo’ak, I love you too-” he doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence, just pulling you close, kissing you on the lips. The action surprises you but you don’t push him away only melting into the feeling of his soft lips. You only break the kiss to get some air and again he tried to kiss you almost immediately. It makes you giggle how sweet he looks wanting to kiss you so bad, cute blush on his face as he looks at you, “Patience Lo you will get whatever you want, but first I wanna know what brought this on” you tease him.

Your hands run down his neck to his chest and back up, you watch him close his eyes feeling your touch and it makes you giddy, you’ve never seen Lo’ak look so fragile before, it is quite loving to see him relax with you into such a state, “I made a mistake, you shouldn’t have slept with him, I wanted to be the one to do that. I know it sounds selfish and you had every right to do what you did but I can’t help but feel like if I was still here, it would have been me”

His words make you melt, “It is not your fault. Do not blame yourself you can still make me yours; it was only one time and if I’m being honest the only way I got through it was thinking about how much I wanted it to be you...” you voice is soft, shy as you confess to him, you lean towards him and press a soft kiss on his nose.

“Let me make it up to you” his words are almost slurred and his blush deepen from the kiss. Before you could protest Lo’ak slide his was between your thighs flipping your loincloth up exposing you to him. You try to close your legs but his big body stopped your movements, “Please, I promise I’ll make you feel good, please let me get a little taste”

His words make your cunt gush, you hoped he wouldn’t notice to way you got wet so easily but it didn’t matter much when you gave into him nodding your head for him to touch you. “Want to hear you say it kalin, tell me you want me down here”

This man is down bad for you and you both know it, the thought makes you clench around nothing, “Want you Lo, make me feel good” your voice comes out as a softly but he hears it, not wanting to wasting anymore time he licked a stride up your slit sucking on your clit, you weren’t expecting it to feel so good when you agreed but damn he is amazing, you don’t want to think about where he learned to do this so well but it benefits you entirely. You whimper and feeling his tongue glide along your wet folds and flicker at your clit, it doesn’t take long before he throws you into your orgasm making you gush in his mouth. Lo’ak is reeling between your thighs as he shoves his head in deeps almost disappearing from your view when you clench on his tongue repeatedly, he doesn’t waste a drop.

When he licks you clean, he raises his head panting, his lower face is messed up with your essence making you turn your head from him shying away. Lo’ak chuckles as he watches you blush and bite on your middle finger glancing at him. He kisses and sucks his way up your body leaving marks on your thighs, hips, abdomen until he makes it to your covered chest.

“Can I take it off please?” his voice is so sweet but you let him do it anyways. He wastes no time getting you naked after he got your verbal confirmation. Lo’ak takes a minute to admire your bare body before him, his hands run up and down your slim, sexy waist thinking about how soft your skin is, how amazing you look in the dimly lit room, he sees everything so clearly as if the sun was shining down on you. Thats a thought, imagine having you sprawled out naked in the forest taking his cock, he can’t wait for all the fun that comes with being in love with you.

He snaps out of his thoughts when your hand reaches down to palm him in his loincloth noticing the obvious bulge. Lo’ak groans when his feels your hand squeeze him, “wanna make you feel good too Lo” you bite your lip looking at his strong figure above you, your voice was soft but not a whisper you wanted him to hear how much you wanted to please him and he certainly did.

“Fuck baby, you’re just perfect aren’t you, wanna suck on my cock for me to feel good...Eywa you really are fucking perfect aren’t you.” he doesn’t move your hand from his covered cock but brings a hand to stroke your hair sweetly. This man just had a way of making you feel submissive for him, his hand runs through the strands of your hair petting the top of your head occasionally. You looked up at him with such lust, you want him so bad, “yea Lo, wanna be good for you” you say sweetly looking right at him.

Your words make his cock jump under your touch which in turn make you giggle while you look at him, neither of you have broken eye contact yet when he bends his body over yours brining his lips down to kiss you sweetly on the mouth. Lo’ak makes you swoon in that kiss, when he pulls away you raise your head chasing his lips.

“Kalin, as much as I wanna feel this sweet mouth on my cock, tonight is about you. Tonight, I want you to have everything you deserve” his voice is calm, soft but steady, you know he means what he is saying to you. Lo’ak removes his hands from you and unties his loincloth letting his harden cock bounce freely in the air. The exposure makes his hiss and he strokes it slowly.

You watch him pump his cock in his hand, he is huge, a little on the thin side but his cock was still thick and the length...he was so long you think he could possibly touch the inside of your belly button. He lines up his cock with your slit pushing in slowly, his gaze shifts from your tight hole taking him in and your screwed up face. He feels the way your small cunt stretches to accommodate him and he drops his head on your collarbone when he bottoms out, “Fuck kalin, did you- are you sure you’re not a virgin? You are so fucking tight” he mumbles into your skin.

“You-you’re so big Lo-” your voice stutters and he’s not even moving yet, you definitely boast his ego but you sound so good talking to him like that, he almost cums in the stop. He knows what you are trying to say, he understands but he wants to hear you say it, “Hmm, you think so sevin?” he raises his head to look at you watching you bite your lip and nod your head.

Lo’ak pulls back giving and experimental thrust and when you moan, he swears he hears paradise. Lo’ak takes it as a sign to set a nice pace for it, it’s not too fast but enough to make you mewl out for him. Your arms come to wrap around his neck pulling his down to meet your lips. Lo’ak doesn’t want to muffle your sounds he wants to hear everything, but he just can’t resist his sweet girls asking for a kiss.

When his lips touch yours your body stutters, you clench on him unintentionally making him moan into your mouth. Lo’ak quickens his speed feeling the way your lips no longer kiss him, your sounds travel from your mouth to his, lips touching sweetly as you tell him how good you feel. “Yea? Feels good? You feel so fucking good too baby, clenching on my cock like that, you’re gonna make me cum”

His words send a jolt of electricity through your body, his lips travel down to your neck sucking on the sweet spot that makes your legs weak. You whimper loudly into the air when you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. “Lo- Lo’ak wanna cum!” your voice is pitched another octave when you speak to him, “Cum baby, wanna feel you cum in my cock, doing so fucking good for me, such a good girl, cum for me” Lo’ak groans when you gush on his cock clamping down in him tightly.

He follows right behind you pulling out and aiming to cum on your stomach, but his cum shoots out landing of your naked tits. The cool air makes your shiver as you come down from your high. You watch him pant above you as if he’s so worn out now, he drops beside you on the bed reaching for his discarded loincloth to clean up your body. Not that he would be needing it now.

Lo’ak sits up dipping the cloth into some warm water then swiping it on your cunt, the feeling making you flinch but welcome the feeling when he pulls away and you’re clean again. You never thought he’d be one for such aftercare but here he was surprising you again.

You yawn cutely catching his attention and he crawls into bed next to you tossing the cloth aside. He pulls you close your back against his chest and he kiss your shoulder and neck whispering how good you did for him, how amazing you felt, and sweet compliments that would make you blush if you weren’t so tired. You drift off to bed in his strong arms listening to him tell you how much he loves you, you really couldn’t have felt more loved than you do in this moment.

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collegetennisoriginstory · 1 year ago

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not sure if someone has already asked this, but what would be each member of the team's top 2 and worst skills? like for example, i think tobin would be finesse and agility as their top skills, and maybe strength being their lowest

Ooh interesting ask! Let me do the main few for now. I'd say:

Rayyan

Top 2: Strength and Endurance.

Weakest: Relatively speaking? I'd say maybe tactics or S/V, because I'd place their agility, and finesse as 'surprisingly good' for a aggressive baseliner, and are both aspects of their game that have won them many matches against tough opponents in the past. They do have a good serve, just maybe less of a net game. And as for tactics, they can play smart, and read an opponent well, but they tend to stick with tried-and-true methods over improvisation, and sometimes tend to take the less risky path at the expense of seizing some good opportunities.

Tobin

Top 2: Finesse and tactics. They're obviously really fast too, though, but I'd say their ability to read the game and choose shots that make sense is unparalleled.

Weakest: Honestly this is tough because they're an all-court player and they've spent a lot of time building up a well-rounded game with as few 'glaring weaknesses' as possible. But if push comes to shove yeah, I'd say strength.

Deepal

Top 2: Endurance and agility.

Weakest: Definitely strength/power.

Jacks

Top 2: Finesse, and probably endurance, actually! But yeah, tactics is up there too.

Weakest: S/V. They're also a little on the smaller side, and not particularly strong (they're decent), and don't usually like feel as comfortable up at the net as much as all-court players should, and that's a weakness in their game that Emerson covers pretty well for doubles!

Emerson

Top 2: Strength, S/V.

Weakest: Endurance. Also just patience and consistency, on the mental side of things. Again, something that Jacks helps to mitigate.

Max

Top 2: Endurance, then probably tactics

Weakest: Strength, followed by S/V, tbh—they're pretty good at volleys in practice, but during a game they sometimes lack the aggressiveness and OOMPH(!) required to really hunt the ball down and hit a volley winner.

Bonus: Sam

Top 2: Finesse (they have the slickest shots), then S/V, probably? They have excellent reflexes and can hit a stunning volley winner out of anywhere, even if it's sometimes really unorthodox (e.g. behind their back or whatever). And they're also really good at pulling of antics that distract their opponent at the net, which also contributes to a really good net game.

Weakest: Strength, maybe, or endurance. They're not really into the whole "consistent back-and-forth groundstroke" business.

#college tennis: origin story #ct:os #interactive fiction #if #asks #rayyan #tobin #sam #tennis #play styles

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absolutebl · 2 years ago

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This Week in BL - a new #1 for me from Thailand

Nov 2022 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 1&2 of 11 - Apparently VIPs get the next episode early. So I watched both. It’s a good story and a great set up and it opens with one of my favorite under appreciated Thai actors: Plustor (as Vee) in a side bartender romance with younger Game. Sunshine bisexual himbo + older tsundere = YES! Gimme! Main character, Mum, is your bog-standard player. (I weirdly love how they translate clubs & bars as “pub” in Thailand - and yes, I get that it ties to the history of the area.) Kinda fun street fight. NO SINGING. Game is BL’s new bisexual king! I will brook no arguments on this matter. Omg kisses already? This is a well paced story! OhmFluke man, can’t knock the visuals, their eye connection and sympathetic chemistry work is good. I never believe they wanna bone but I do believe them falling in love. ALL HAIL QUEEN MINT.

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 4 of 12 - This is such a fantastic show. I’m so glad they got OhmFluke back to play sides and support roles, it’s really making the found family aspect shine, especially in contrast to Win’s real family. This one is very complicated and deep and kind of modern. Very much the opposite of UWMA but in a good way. WATCH ALONG HERE.

My School President (Fri YT) 1 of 10 - it’s Love Sick + Korea and Japan's influence. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but this is me: I never met a high school BL I didn’t want to grant a fair shake. At the very start we get self with a whistle and NO SINGING. Yay! Fantastic beginning. Our tiny music club president/idiot is definitely giving me Noh vibes & our suave student president definitely giving me Phun vibes - bonus this time no girlfriends! It moves this out of Love Sick arena, which was all chaos bisexuals, and into just completely gay. I’m happy with that and I like the dancing and the marriage on his mind. New candidates for one braincell friendship group from GMMTV (they love this archetype). Tinn is already pining and so completely gone. On a completely different aside, I really want a lesbian romance between Gun’s maa and the principle. I have a tiny ship sailing off to one side.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI)10 of 12 - holy crumbs outta nowhere, Batman. Lots of relationship chat not enough shirtlessness, but since I’ve been binging Oh! My Sunshine Showering Night it’s no problemo. Also yes, Nahi does look and act a lot like Joanan, Ai totally ended up dating his mother.

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 8 of 12 - Champ’s storyline is dull, although I like the actor. Yay, JaFirst got together!! Cute line, “can we skip being friends and just be in love instead?” LOVE THEM. Please can we take Mean out of that wig now? Why are the straight’s so boring? The Name stuff continues to upset me.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 3 of 12 - When these two are sweet together, they are really very sweet and I actually kind of like it. I think Noey uses ter because he’s younger, and doesn’t want to use phi.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 9 of 12 - while 609 and Between Us are v good, this is currently my favorite BL airing by a mile. The conversation between the young one and the bar owner made me hoot with laughter. “Are you trying to speak the language of adults?” probably one of the BL’s best put-downs. All the dialogue really: “Are you gonna make him tie himself in a red bow and send himself to you?“ “That’s nice. Can I choose another color?” It’s so fucking cute. The courting with food, and everybody taking photographs of how happy the dentist is. I can’t even with this show. Add the cutest smiles kisses, this is GREAT. I did in fact clap.

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 9 of 11 - Man, this show really makes me laugh so hard. Especially the cat character. I love how they called out the fact that they actually have customers for a change. Jealous Milk made me cackle so hard it scared the actual cat on my lap. How are they going to end this happy? In Strongberry we trust. Just repeat the mantra ABL, just keep repeating it.

Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga) 7 of 8 - It takes me a lot to work up the courage to watch this show on Fridays. It’s so sad and traumatizing. But it’s also so good I can’t stop. I have to watch Tooth on either side of it to comfort myself. All that to say, it’s as we all expect: Michan is holding so hard onto Koichi that he has anchored him from death through shear force of will. Also… SWITCHES? Although, does it count if it’s necrophilia? Asking for a friend.

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Thurs Viki) 1-2 of 8 - This has a very JBL feel (including the title), don’t get mad if I get confused. Anygay, this is a very silly show that acts like it comes from a very silly yaoi. Out gay younger seme (we stan) pretending to be tsundere is smitten by chaos bi uke puppy. And they gave us a very interesting new take on crash into me. It’s racy but in that way Korean does racy, like Love & Leashes. Cheeky racy.

Happy Ending Romance (Korea Thurs Gaga) 3-4 of 8 - This is such a complicated show about profession, ego, reputation, safety, and trust, but not much about romance. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to Leo portraying evil (see most of his guest MV’s and half of VIXX’s) but I can’t trust his character, and I’m not sure if I’m meant to. Is that the romance? Or is this a romance about an editor’s love for a writer’s work? Or for the writer himself? And is there a difference? Meanwhile, I’m getting a bad feeling about the ending of this one. And yet... How much did I love the dialogue around love and possession? So much.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y (Thai Gaga) 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

2 Moons 3 (Thai Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) 10 eps - ?

Why You... Y Me? (Thai Weds YT) 10 eps - It's not primarily a BL, but another meta show about BL shipping, with side BLs. @heretherebedork is watching it, ask them about it.

In Case You Missed It

To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai (16 eps) seems to have ended HAPPY! This is a soap opera so next time I have a day off I may binge and trash watch.

GAP the series (Sat YT) is a classic office set romance. WATCH IT! It’s GL and this studio needs our support! I’m enjoying it but not chronicling my journey. (Also, the stairs are back!)

I decided to binge watch Oh! My Sunshine Showering Night. What a wild ride.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Dec 9: Semantic Error movie (Viki) - the repackage, rumored to have some added footage

2022 still to come?

Dec 19: Chains of Heart (movie? theaters?) trailer Suspense thriller about a forest ranger, smugglers, memory loss, and lost love. Stars Haii (Cirrus in TT2) and Poppy (Porpla in YYY). Adapted from a Y-novel of the same name by TJ Tommy. I don’t know if this is still releasing or if C19 impacted it. Delayed until Feb 2023.

This Week’s Crimes Against Fashion

Between Us punishing their crumbs.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I LOVE HIM. (609)

I love them! (Between Us).

Magic crumbs (Ai Long Nhai)

Truth (Ai Long Nhai)

Cats.

Me.

Also me.

(last week)

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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years ago

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I Believe (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF) - Part IV: Dinner Date

Part III - Part V

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(A/N: slight warming for Nihil being a little bit of a creep, not really. Fluff, Terzo being a courting master, Primo doing what he does best, and the reader and Terzo falling for each other even more.)

You sat on the edge of your bed humming as you rewrote your notes from your Latin lessons the other day. Terzo informed you he would send one of his Ghouls down to get you in a little while for your celebratory dinner. You were excited to see him. It was all you had been thinking about since you arrived back in your dorm that afternoon. You stood at the sound of the gentle tapping on your door. You could tell it wasn't Omega from the knock alone. You opened the door to find a very petit Ghoul standing there. "You must be (Y/N), I'm Mist, wonderful to meet you!" She juts out a hand for you to shake.

"Oh, I remember you! You play bass, right? You were incredible!" You shake her hand eagerly. She seemed happy that you recognized her, her body language still as excited as ever as she asks you to follow her.

"You're Papa's new assistant right?" You let out a confirming hum. "Well it looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other then." She laughs. She accompanied you down to Terzo's quarters, the two of you chatting the whole way down. From what you've heard about Mist she had a tendency to be a bit distant from the rest of the Siblings, but you decided she was actually just shy. Despite the energetic happy front she was putting on you could tell this whole interaction was making her nervous. But, now working so closely with Terzo, you both would have to get over that. Mist left you at Terzo's doors, you made sure she knew how nice of a time you had chatting with her. "If you're ever interested, Rain and I know this pretty cool spot on the lake, maybe you'd like to come hang out?"

"That would be great!" Before you could continue your thought Terzo opened his door, obviously hearing the two of you outside.

"Well, well, well. You two seem to be getting along wonderfully." He seemed elated. Mist dismisses herself, giving you one last wave before she heads off. "I'm glad you seem to get along so harmoniously with my Ghouls, that's been a, uh… problem, I guess you could say, in the past." He shook off the memory before he decided to tell you. He stood aside, motioning for you to come in. You brush past him as you enter his quarters, smelling a mixture of the food he must have been cooking and a fresh spritz of cologne. You feel him place his hand on your arm. You turn to look at him and are greeted with his tender warm gaze, something you grew more fond of every day.

“How long are you going to keep up the endless flattery?” You shoot him a teasing smirk.

“Forever if you’ll let me, cara mia.” He winks at you and chuckles softly. His gaze lingered on you as you walked side by side into the main room of his quarters, the familiarity of the couch you had sat on your very first night in the Abbey causing you to fill with a comfortable familiarity. “I learned how to cook this after eating it in Italy on a tour.” He emerges from the kitchen with two plates piled high with a gorgeous pasta dish.

"This looks wonderful, Terzo." He placed the plates down on the table. He joins you on the couch, picking up your hands in his. "I hope I didn't make your first day too stressful." He smiles, slowly running his thumbs over your knuckles.

"Don't worry, if everyday is like this it'll be a breeze. Plus, my boss isn't too bad to be around." The two of you shared a laugh. The two of you shared some light hearted casual conversation through dinner, afterwards you stayed and drank wine late into the night. You had such interesting conversations with him. He was just such a deep, charismatic individual. He loves to tell you stories of his trips around the world. You hung on every word as he spoke, the two of you finding yourselves drifting closer together as the evening progressed. You suddenly realized, Terzo has slipped his arm around your shoulders. Your knees rested against him and there was an occasional clink of your wine glasses hitting together.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are." His voice was quiet, the only sound accompanying him was the sporadic popping from the fireplace. You blushed, looking down at your glass as you swirl the wine inside. He places a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. "I always get lost in them." A small smirk grows on his lips as he continues to gaze at you, your pupils blown as pure dopamine surges through your veins.

"You're one to talk." You rest your hand on the side of his face, thumb gently passing over the skin under his stunning white eye. "Your eyes are incredible." His arm that was wrapped around your shoulders moved to your waist, he took one of his hands in your free one.

"I don't know how you do this to me cara mia." He slides closer to you, your side pressed flush against him. "No matter how hard I try to stay away we always end up in this predicament don't we." Every word that left his lips threatened to send a shiver down your spine. You squeezed his hand, all the words you could possibly say got trapped in your throat. His hand trailed over your wrist and up your arm until I caressed the side of your face. "My darling, there is something absolutely intoxicating about you." You glanced down at his lips, swallowing thickly. He copies your expression, smirking slightly. His breath fanned over your face, the faintest feeling of his lips ghosting over yours.

"Terzo, Nihil is requesting our-oh," you and Terzo startled away from each other, you sliding off the edge of the couch and landing on the ground with a loud thud. "I apologize, I should have knocked first. (Y/N), how are you my dear."

"I'm just fine Primo, yourself?" You stand, rubbing your lower back.

"Well, we have to go have a meeting with our father… so I've been better." He chuckles. Terzo was shrugging into his Papal Robes, grumbling about how once again his father had ruined everything.

"Primo, I have to go take (Y/N) to get their habit. Tell Nihil I'll be there as soon as possible." He hurries out of his quarters, you on his heels. "I can't imagine that this meeting is going to pertain to anything useful, but be ready to take down notes just in case." He takes you by the arm as he hurries down back halls you had never dared to traverse before. You now stood in front of your dorm, "quickly, go change so we can get this meeting over with." You hurriedly got into your habit, collecting something to take notes. "Just stand in the background quietly, Nihil hates when assistants try to put their opinion in even if they are right." You kept your head down as you followed Terzo into the room, standing at the wall behind his seat. You catch Secundo glancing up at you from the corner of your eye, he huffs out a breath when he sees you.

"So this is my son's new assistant, huh?" You didn't move, not wanting to do anything that could possibly be seen as rude. "They are a pretty little thing, aren't they?" He chuckles. "Anyways, I'm sure you're all wondering why I asked you all here this evening." Nobody said anything as Nihil looked between the three of them. "We need to host a fundraiser. The funds for the next tour are not where we need them to be, so in order for us to be successful we need to raise more money." They all just looked around at each other, nobody willing to be the first one to speak up. "Well, if none of you want to talk… What does the assistant think?" You perked up at Nihil addressing you directly.

"You want to know what I think, Papa?" He nods. "Well… what about a kissing booth? I don't know a single Sibling that wouldn't pay to kiss their favorite Papa." Nihil folds his hands in front of them.

"Now that's an idea!" He says. "Unless anyone would like to contribute? No?" He claps his hands in front of him, a smile on his face. "Then it's settled, I'll have the Ghouls print up posters after we determine a date and we'll hold the fundraiser then." He stands, muttering something incomprehensible to Sister Imperator as he shuffles out of the room. You darted your eyes down to the floor once more as Secundo made his way past you, the last thing you wanted was to make eye contact with him. The chill from Secundo's presence was taken away by Terzo stooping down to catch your eyes.

"You did an amazing job cara mia." He takes your hands in his. "Would it be alright if I walked you back to your dorm?"

"I would like that Terzo." You take his arm, him gazing down at you until you give him the signal you were ready to leave. You both bid goodnight to Primo as the two of you head out. He holds you close as you wander the empty halls. "Thank you again for dinner, I had a wonderful time." You smile down at the floor.

"Any time cara mia. I feel the need to spoil you." He smirks down at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. The two of you took your time walking back to your dorm, not wanting to be apart a second longer than you needed to. When you finally reached your door you were reluctant to let him leave, knowing the second he was gone you would start to miss him. "I had an amazing night with you my darling." He holds your chin gently between his fingers. He slowly leans in and presses his lips against your cheek. "Get some rest, I'll see you tomorrow morning." He places one more kiss on the back of your hand before he leaves you to your thoughts. Your head was spinning, your skin still warm from where he had kissed you. One thing was for sure, you would be saving up your money for that fundraiser.

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ticklish-touch · 2 years ago

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Trapped in the Backrooms - Ch 9: Reflection and Shadow

(Ragaeli x lee!Y/N - tickling, macro/size difference, soft bondage, unreality)

You and Ragamuffin finally have the chance to take a break from all the recent insanity of your Backrooms adventure. You see a different side to your Nightmare friend, and both of you start to see things from a different perspective after an imposing deity of the Grand Order makes his acquaintance.

(Chapter themes:

Lofi Beats / Vaporwave Mix: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsq7ytfzPAY

Limbo - Title Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRiF8mX_iVc )

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By the time the Court Jester let you take the path to your next destination, Ragaeli had to carry you bridal-style. You were totally laughter-drunk and buzzing with excitement. The circus, despite the massive battle between gods that you were caught in the middle of, had made you feel like a kid again. That being said, the entire last couple hours of insanity had completely worn you out. You were a little overwhelmed and in need of a break.

Thankfully, the huge hotel manor lit aglow with blue and purple neons became that needed refuge. The lounge in the main lobby instantly hit you with a calm Vaporwave feel; pastel neons everywhere, gridded patterns on nearly every piece of furniture, wall decor of sunsets and martinis, and soft synth music playing overhead. It was just warm enough to make you feel sleepy. Large glass windows from across the lounge looked out onto a twilight sky, and a glowing aquamarine pool in the courtyard. A few facelings wandered about the lounge and headed down hallways to the elevators, and gave you both a wave as they passed by. Quite a few of them did a double-take at Rags. He stuck out like a sore thumb among the cooler hues, and he was still wearing his extravagant ringleader suit.

Even the manic Nightmare seemed affected by the chill vibes. He plopped you down in a large nearby sofa, taking a seat next to you and laying back, lazily giving your leg a few pats. "Still feelin’ alright?" You nodded and laid out next to him, your head on the cushion in front of the armrest. "Lemme get into something more comfy." He snapped his fingers, trading his Ringleader getup for a cropped black tank-top, and baggy black jeans with a few chains. "How 'bout you get some shuteye? I'll keep looking for more clues n' stuff. Maybe get some giggles outta the guests here and a drink or two." You couldn't help but stare at his exposed midriff and arms for a moment, blushing a little. "Damn, you really do look good in anything, heh~" You then yawned loudly, already feeling yourself start to drift off. "But yeah, sounds good to me..." After getting a good stretch and curling up on the comfy couch, you drifted off, totally content...

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You slowly woke up to the sound of lo-fi synth quietly playing overhead. You'd slept so deeply that for a few moments, you could've sworn that everything that transpired was all some wild fever dream.

But Rags was still next to you on the sofa. He looked more serious than you'd ever seen him; almost comically so, mouth downturned into a frown, sitting like The Thinker, brow furrowed in concentration as he scanned through his hovering window onto the Backrooms. But upon noticing you starting to stir, he flashed you a playful grin, relaxing back against the couch. "Heyyy sleepyhead~ Get a good rest?" His speech was slower than usual, eyelids drooping. You let out a big yawn. “MMmmm… heh, yeah… How long have we been here…?” He shrugged. “About a half hour. Tried waking you up to see if you wanted food or drinks, but you’ve been out cold, heh." His portal window vanished and he slowly stood up to stretch out his arms and tail, his hair tendrils shuddering and fluffing up… Then he promptly collapsed back into the couch like a limp ragdoll. “Nnnghh…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You alright? Wear yourself out battling the Jester?” He sighed and shook his head. “Yeahh I’m fine… Wasn’t really going all-out anyways.” Your jaw dropped. "That wasn't going all-out??" “Heheh; yeah, well, I can’t expend all my magic yet. Jingles was also holding back. Good thing, too. If he’d gotten real serious then… we both would’ve been screwed.” “I see…” “There’s some kinda enchantment in this place trying to suppress my magic,” he muttered. “I can feel it. Dunno if he’s is actually giving us a chance to rest or if he’s trynna trance us for a second time…” He glared around the lounge suspiciously, scanning the other patrons and staff. “But I bet you feel it too, huh?” Come to think of it…You realized you’d been laying in the same position like a limp noodle. You thought your lethargy and brain fog came from exhaustion, but it seemed like a bit more than just relaxation. You didn’t want to move. “...I feel totally zooted.” He snorted and nodded. “Yeahh, sounds about right. It’s a lot like Featherbutt’s magic.” He reached over to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you up to his chest, stretching his legs out. “Let’s just… Lay down for a bit, yeah?” You were a little thrown off by how calm he was, but you certainly didn’t protest getting to snuggle close to him. He folded his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. You were very tempted to sneak your hands into his exposed armpits. But your arms felt like noodles, and he looked like he was deep in thought. So you were content just huddling up to him for now.

"...It's quiet,” he stated after a few more minutes.

"Hm?"

"The laughter. It usually fills my mind. It's all I hear, night after night; the echoes and memories of peoples' beautiful, desperate laughter and begging and screams...My body vibrating with the excitement and hysteria I’ve collected…" He smirked a little, which quickly faded into an annoyed frown. "It's... Weird, not hearing or feeling it. I don't like it. Feels too lonely." "Heh…you're the only person I can think of that enjoys having voices in their head." He snorted again and gave a shrug. "I gotta hear the joy. The silliness. The madness…Feels like it gives me purpose. It's the reason I exist, after all." “Hmm…” You suppose it made sense. He had to rely on the very thing he was made out of in order to keep his physicality. "Used to be that I felt like the chaos is the main thing keepin' me running,” he continued. “But... nah. It's you guys. Without making connections, friendships, then the laughter wouldn't matter." His soft expression sank. He looked…guilty. “I can’t let you get stuck here. Not before I fade…"

You looked up at him thoughtfully. "Man... You sure are a different person when you're actually relaxed.”

He rolled his eyes. "Yeahh yeah... Kendoll tries to get me like this sometimes. Uses his soporific Dream magic, tries to get me to talk like I'm in a shrink's office." He scoffed. "I don't fuckin need therapy. If anyone needs therapy, it's him. Lovey-dovey goody two-shoes takes way more onto himself than he should. Lets them break down crying in his arms, lets them put their trauma on his shoulders." He shook his head. "Like I told ya, you can't help everyone."

You contemplated for a little bit. "Well... I think you take a lot on yourself too. You do your damndest to help people when you have the chance. Hell, you’re going through all this just to help me.” You smiled. “You may be the big bad scary tickle-obsessed maniac that could rule the world if he wanted to, but you fight for the sake of people that are so much smaller than you. That's really selfless." You could hear him grumbling before you'd finished your last sentence. Eventually he snuck his hands down to squeeze your sides. “Stop being so sappy already," he huffed. Glancing up, you could see a prominent blush on his face, cheeks puffed up in a pout.

You giggled into his chest. Then smirked a bit. Might be a good time to take advantage of all that exposed skin… "Don't you even– pffFFHEHE!!" He yelped and giggled the moment you snuck a hand down to tickle his toned belly, slipping your other hand under his armpit. He wiggled around underneath you, bubbly giggles rising up in his chest. "MMmMHEHEHE!!" He growled playfully and clamped his arms down, his long fingers starting to dance over your sides and back of your ribs. You yelped and gasped with laughter, burying your face into his chest. "GGhhhehee sorryyy-heheheh I c-couldn't resist~!" "Hmmph, you're lucky I'm a limp noodle right now or I'd make you fill this whole lounge with your laughter~" He chuckled and eased up after a few moments.

Still blushing brightly, you caught your breath after a few moments, huddling closer to him. "Hmm... anything else you wanna talk about?”

He took a deep breath, flopping his arms out around you, rubbing your back. He was still a sloppy hugger as always. "I dunno… Lounging around this place gave me time to think. Trying to remember more about this world. Going by what the Jester said at the end there, clearly there’s shit I’ve forgotten.” He sighed. "It's important to remember. Most important thing a person can do for a Dreamie or a Nightmare." He glanced down at you after this statement. It almost seemed like his comment was an instruction. "We can disappear just as soon as we come into existence. You know that weird feeling of a dream just going poof when you wake up? Well, if you can un-poof us in that mind palace of yours, if the slightest thing reminds you of that dream, we can come back right outta that No-Man's-Land." “…Okay yeah, you sound like you’re high as a kite.” "It’s true,” he scribbled his fingers up your ribs, making you yelp and give out lazy snickering. “Thank fuck for it, or I'd… I wouldn’t still be…" He drifted off again, stopping himself from finishing his sentence. He eventually gave a shrug, averting his gaze from you. "Not like that matters for me, of course~ I've been around for so long that nothing can get rid of me. Not even a broken-ass Hell dimension that either tries to kill me or makes me never want to leave.” he scoffed. “I’ll show ‘em. I’ll show ALL of ‘em they made a mistake fucking with me.” You thought things over for a bit. “Rags… I know you may not like hearing this, but… Maybe you should ease up a bit.” “Pfft– Yeah, right.” “I’m serious.” You frowned. “The more you cause trouble, the stronger you get, the more the entities here seem to target you. I love seeing you running around going apeshit, but… You heard what the Jester said. The entire world thinks you’re the enemy. It’s trapping you here on purpose.” He stayed silent. “I dunno, just… Maybe if you show others in the order that you’re not trying to take over the world or whatever, then they’ll be more willing to cooperate."

He shrugged. “They already decided I’m the enemy, from the moment I got stuck here. Tucking my tail and confessing like a kid eating out of a cookie jar isn’t gonna change their minds. If anything, it’s just gonna make them think I’m showing weakness. Just like my world in a lot of ways… Dog-eat-dog, monster-eat-monster. Shit, even some of the other monsters here aren't all about terrorizing their prey on the spot. Octo-dad, the twin fish sticks, my mini-army in the lab, Cartoon-Topia, the clown gang… All of 'em either came around quickly or weren't too keen on being the bad guy to begin with. Like they know how fucked up things are." He nonchalantly petted the back of your head. "And the fact that they have literal gods in power, letting all this insanity happen to all the sorry saps that end up here, is even worse…” His nose wrinkled in anger. “It makes me sick. Aside from trying to help you, that’s the biggest reason I’m showing off. Showing ‘em that if they keep picking on the little guy, the crazyass god that actually cares is going to take down their whole operation.” You sighed, laying your head back on his chest. “Yeah… I understand that. I just… Don't want to see you get hurt."

He grumbled after a few more minutes, starting to fidget and try to sit himself back upright. “Rrrghhh… This neon eyesore’s making my mind slow down enough to get all introspective n’ shit. Hate it," he retched. "It's so boring. Life's way more fun living every moment to the fullest!! I'm immortal, I don't NEED to rest!!" He huffed and yelled, catching the attention of some of the Faceling patrons. After you rolled off of him, he tried to stand up and stomp his foot down, his hair tendrils slithering like Medusa snakes... before falling limp right along with the rest of his body, plopping back into the sofa. “Hhhhh…” He rubbed his head. This time he laid back against your lap.

You blushed a little bit when he laid back against you, resting your hands over his shoulders. "Man, you're really not down for getting high, are you?" "Fuck no," he scoffed. "My body fights it. Getting wasted is kinda fun though, heh. You think I'm a loopy bitch now, you oughta see me when I'm barely able to hold my form together and got giggles and magic flyin' all over the place." “Heh; yeah, I’ve seen how you get at parties,” you nonchalantly poked at his ear. “Ngh– Hey,” he swatted your hand away. Oh yeah; he was touchy about his ears being touched. Even though you knew from Kenni that he secretly liked it.

“.....” A grin came to your face. Slowly, you crept your hands closer to his scalp. He let out a low growl and glanced up at you to narrow his gaze. “Don’t. You. Dare.” But your smile just became all the more mischievous. “Why not? What’re you gonna do about it?” With that, you slipped your fingers into his hair, tracing and scritching his scalp.

He gasped loudly; you felt his body shudder under you, his hair fluffing up like a cat’s. He let out a mix between a loud sigh, and a long, deep growl - a bit like purring. “Hnnnghhh-!! Y-You sonuva bihihitch…!” Breathy giggles bubbled up from his chest, and a wide, wobbly smile stretched across his face, eyelids drooping shut. “Nnghhh-hmmhmh..!!” You had the biggest smile on your face. “God, you’re so cute like this,” you teased. “The Big Bad power-mad Tickle Monster, taken down by head scritchies. You deserve affection too, y’know~!” The continued comments just made him whine and pout and giggle all the more, trying to clamp one hand over his burning face while using his other hand to half-heartedly try and yank your hand away from his head. His tail slowly thumped on the floor, rhythmically. It was wagging. “Ffffhhhkhehehe I-I’m so gonna fuggin mahahake you payy for thihihis!!” “Oh, I’m sure you will. I look forward to it~” After a few more giggly whines and flustered growls, and after he started attempting to genuinely roll away from you, you finally relented. He quickly sat upright and glared daggers at you with his bright maroon-tinted face, his tail thrashing like an agitated cat, sneering and hunching forward, preparing to pounce. You felt giddy, and not just because of the impending revenge. He’d told you that he never let anyone play so gently with him like that except for Kenni, and you knew he could’ve easily retaliated if he wanted to, even in a weakened state. He truly did trust you. “C’monn, you know you liked iiIIIIT–!!” You squealed when he leapt forward and buried his fingers into your sides, playing them like a piano. Your body was so relaxed that you could barely even squirm away. “Nnnnhh-hehehehe!! I-I was just playiiiihihing!!” He still had a pissy sneer on his face, but his tickling was a bit more gentle than usual. “Hmmphh, now who’s the cute one?? Lookit you, can’t even do anything except laugh and take the tickles~”

You felt your blush growing hotter and you weakly tried to push his arms away. When that didn’t work, you hid your face. He leaned in close and lowered his voice by your ear. “Tiiiickletickletickle–” You yelped and shoved your palm against his face. “S-Staaahahappp!!” You tried to retaliate by sneaking a hand underneath his armpit. He gasped and let out hyena-giggles, squirming back and forth over you. He doubled-down by slipping his hair tendrils up your shirt and swirling them around your belly, and sneaking a couple inside of your shoes to slip between your toes. “YyeeEE-Hehehe!!” You whined and weakly bucked underneath him. His annoyed expression had become much more soft and playful. His smile widened when you tried again to attack his midriff with scribbling fingers, bubbling up with happy hyena-giggles, pushing his weight into you to try and clamp your arms back down against the couch. “NnnNNHHehehe nihihice try~!!”

After a couple more minutes, both of you wound down from your tickly playtime. Rags went back to slumping back on the couch, arms around the back of the seat, taking in the scenery. You sat up to stretch your arms. "Mmnnn... think I will get a drink while I'm here." You slowly started to stand up, nearly staggering right back onto the sofa. "Wah-!" Rags put a hand to your back. "Easy there, tipsy. You sure you need a drink?" He snickered. "Oh shut up," you gently smacked his arm before heading over to the bar.

The faceling bartender gave you a wave and handed you a menu. "Y'know, there's a nice deal on double rounds tonight. Perfect for lovely couples like you two." "Oh? Thanks, but we're not a couple." "Really? You two seem very close." You shrugged. "I mean, we are really close. Just not like that. He's aromantic, for one thing. And... let's just say he gets around a lot. He's happy hooking up with partners, he just isn't interested in settling down." "I see. Open relationship?"

"Yeah, more or less." You didn't really want to go into how... complicated things were with him. You loved him dearly, of course; you had a very close bond with him. But you also knew things couldn't really work between you, even if you both did want to go for a solid relationship. He was immortal, a wild and free spirit, visiting hundreds of people per night. He literally couldn't comprehend the idea of staying partners with one person for the remainder of their life. And you wouldn't want to ask that of him. "Either way… I'm happy to be part of his life," you commented out loud, smiling thoughtfully.

The bartender prepared your drink of choice. "Apologies for being nosey. I've just... Never seen anyone like him. Never seen such an imposing-looking entity huddle up to a Wanderer. Then again, the Manor has a way of softening everyone up. Forgetting the dangers out there..." He trailed off, 'looking' off into the lounge as if contemplating. “Heh; well, thanks to him, we’ve both avoided a lot of the most dangerous Levels. We’re just... Doing our best not to hit a dead end.” The bartended nodded, leaning an arm on the counter. "Well, don't worry about the things you can't change, yeah? Does you no good. Just keep looking for the good things. Even in the worst situations, there's always a solution." He took your glass and started tending to another beast-like entity that came up to order.

You headed back over toward Rags, who had his eyes locked on you. "Have a nice talk?" He scritched at your side when you say back down. "N-Ngh-heheh! Yeah," you smiled. "I know how hard you crush on me," he grinned smugly. "And you're right about me, buuut that doesn't mean I'm not gonna tease the hell outta you for your little crush~" Before you could comment, he leaned in and put his teeth to the base of your neck and shoulder, nibbling and growling playfully. "Rrrrrr nomnomnom~" You yelped and shivered hard, shoving him away and hiding your burning face. "S-Stooppp you jerk!!" He giggled impishly, ruffling your hair and sinking back against the couch, summoning up a portal window to start scanning through it again. “Hm… Feels like our Jester buddy might still be keepin' an eye on us. That strong energy signature has been around since you woke up."

“Really?” You looked around to see if you could spot him. You did a double-take when you saw a tall man in a trenchcoat from across the other side of the lounge, sitting on the armrest of another chair, looking directly at you, with familiar vibrant teal eyes. It was the same man you saw peering at you on the TV screen at the science lab. The same man that caught your attention at the amusement park. “Rags… I don’t think that’s the Jester.” “Oh?”

With that, the man narrowed his gaze, and vanished in a burst of golden light just before Rags looked over in his direction.

“We’re being followed around. I’ve seen that same guy from the TV in the lab three times now.” He cocked an eyebrow, looking amused. “Really? And he doesn’t have the balls to show himself to me?” He snickered. “These damn High-and-Mighty Order-Ups really can’t handle us bein’ here. You’d think they’d try to get us outta here sooner in that case. It’s like a nightclub letting a raging druggie run around breaking shit, instead of having his ass kicked out.” He shrugged, starting to scan through portals again. “Hmm… Maybe I could trick one of ‘em… Get them to let their guard down first…”

He stopped scrolling for a few moments, squinting at the image in front of him: A brick wall, with a large pitch-black square hole cut out of the middle. It seemed to be leaking some kind of smoke or miasma. You looked over at the image, and felt a strange pull at your mind. As if it was beckoning you. "I...don't know why, but I feel like we should go there."

"I'm gettin that feeling too, actually. Probably another trap," he scoffed. "Not like that matters. We held our own against a god of the multiverse, I think we can handle another Big Bad," he stood up and pulled you to your feet. He gave a big stretch, his hair fluffing up for a moment. "MMmmm- Alright, let's get this show on the road!" He lazily threw the portal out in front of him. When you tried to follow behind him, his tail whipped out and grabbed you by the arm, swinging you out in front. "You first!!" He shouted to you as he shoved you through.

"AGH-" You exclaimed, stumbling on your feet, quickly spinning around to glare at him. "Would you quit doing that?!” You huffed. He just giggled, arms folded behind his head as he casually took a big step to follow behind you. "Whaaat? I just wanna keep an eye on ya. We ain’t chancing any Orpheus and Eurydice bullshit here.” "Mmhmm, sure. I think you just like having a reason to stalk behind me." You lunged your arm out toward his midriff. To which he grabbed it in a flash and pulled you right up to him, leaning his face down over you. "And what if I do~?" He snickered impishly at the bright blush that spread across your face. You gave him a shove back.

After your banter, you both turned your attention to the hole in the wall. It was much larger than it looked in the portal; it was probably close to twenty square feet. "Oooh, spooky," Rags commented. "Imagine something leaping out and pulling you in to wreck your shit~" “Sh-shut up,” you grumbled, shivering at the thought.

Stepping inside, you were met with pure silence; but you didn’t feel any dread, or malevolent energy. You still felt calm, albeit cautious. The darkness cleared only slightly, revealing a field of short, grey grass, and the silhouettes of tall pillars in the distance.

"Helloooo!!" Rags called out, his voice echoing in the darkness. “Marco??” He tried holding up a hand and conjuring up a large red plasma-ball beacon, but it only gave off enough light to see a few more feet in front of you. "Damn, this darkness is thick... Could hide away pretty easily if we need to. Could play a hell of a game of hide-and-seek~” You both wandered up to the nearest pillar, looking it over in curiosity. It was inscribed with a completely alien-looking language, and looked ancient.

But before you both had the chance to explore further, you started to hear huge, rumbling footsteps approaching. You stood beside Rags, who took a defensive stance, hands crackling with energy.

A giant figure started to become visible in the darkness. It stood at probably a good fifteen feet; the height of Rags’ true form. He was a massive humanoid with pure black skin, completely clothed in a shiny suit of black metal armor with a long cape, two pairs of sharp, bull-like horns on his head, wearing a pure onyx crown with a single white gemstone. Ethereal white flames arose from inside the edges of his spiked pauldrons. He had no facial features, save for his pure-white eyes that pierced through the darkness. Rags whistled, standing upright, his magic calming down. “Another big boy, huh? Let’s see what this one has in store~” he opened his arms in an overly-exaggerated swagger. You could’ve sworn you saw the red aura around his hands glow brighter for a moment. "Too bad I can't get every major outpost in the Backrooms to look in on us and see that these guys are real, heh." The entity tilted its head, but otherwise didn’t respond. You swallowed, cautiously taking a step forward, craning your neck to look up at him. “Um… Hello?”

“You came after all.” The entity’s deep voice rumbled out. “I was uncertain whether the signal I put forth would reach you, but I’m glad that it did.” His deep voice carried a certain gentleness and warmth to it, despite his size and intimidating stature. He even knelt down to try and meet you at more of an eye level. “So you’re the Wanderer and the Interloper that have been causing a ruckus… How fascinating.” You nodded. “Yeah, heh… We don’t mean any harm, though, I promise! This one’s just a maniac,” you gestured over to Rags, who just grinned smugly, arms folded over his chest. “But we’re really just trying to get back home. To the world we came from.”

The deity nodded. “I’m well aware. There are many that have fallen into this plane who seek solace or escape. And yet… There are very few whose actions are so brazen that they attract a being like the Jester.” He stood upright. “He projected to me glimpses of your conflict,” he waved his hand and conjured up images of the battle between the two deities. “Your power is unique," he looked down to Rags. "It’s something few in any reality can match. Remarkably similar to that of his own abilities to peek in at other planes of existence. A multiversal vagrant, capable of transcending the flow of space and time.” He squinted, looking somewhat annoyed. "Similar, as well, to his penchant for causing disruptions to timelines rather than keeping order.,” he huffed. “And yet… Despite your overblown swagger, you are acting almost entirely upon your desires to bring this one to safety.” He leaned over and brought a clawed finger down to poke gently at your chest. At a close proximity, his hand appeared to be made of pitch black stone or crystal. "Almost entirely," he reiterated, narrowing his gaze at the Nightmare, standing upright again. "You're fortunate that the Jester spared you. Had I encountered you first, I would've had no choice but to send you into the Void." He folded his arms across his chest, glaring down sternly at him. "Your manner of mischief and greed has been alarming to many that have observed you."

A frown briefly crossed Ragaeli’s face. He slowly walked up to the deity, hands in his pockets. He sighed. "Listen..." His brow furrowed more. He looked completely serious. "I know I've been causing an uproar. It's just how I operate. Can't help it. I'm made of laughter, excitement, chaos; I just wanna have a good time, and I always want my partners to feel the same.” The deity listened closely. “Of course I’ve been fighting, throwing punches, challenging authority. How can I not do that when the whole fuckin’ dimension has their fingers pointed at me??” he shook his head. “I get it… Maybe I did get carried away. I didn’t mean to make anyone here feel truly afraid of me.”

You gawked at him, a little dumbfounded. He never humbled himself like this. "But if I’m the one getting thrown in jail, I don't see any fuckin' reason for them to be serving the sentence with me!" Rags gestured to you. “Hm… Indeed…” The deity's expression and posture softened. He put a hand to his chin. “I can’t say that I disagree. But even I, as the Dark Sovereign, can only do so much when it comes to the matters of higher-level Interlopers. Our dimension acts as a collective, a neural-network, seeking out potential threats to the fabric of our reality. The Order is responsible for overseeing the potential threats that have been detected.” Rags scoffed. “Yeah, so I’ve been told.” “It is for that reason your Wanderer companion has been targeted just as much as yourself. And… I deeply apologize.” He cast his gaze down for a moment, before peering back down to you. “However, I may be able to provide a few answers that you seek, in order to help your companion complete their quest.” Your eyes lit up. “Really?! So you can help us to Level 3999?” “Ah, you do know of the True End.” He conjured up a very large tome of sorts, flipping to certain pages, projecting dozens of them into the air. “There are a multitude of different paths one may take in order to clip through the correct Levels. It is not in my authority to reveal to you all of those paths… But perhaps I can inform you of a couple that would be more viable options.” Rags pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ughh, we don’t have TIME for that!! I’ve only got like, three hours left at most before–”

“Before you are taken from this reality.”

You didn’t like his stern change in tone; the finality of that statement. The Nightmare huffed, looking away. “Yeah, exactly. And respawning back in my world before they escape isn’t gonna do them any favors.” “Indeed…” The Sovereign kept his gaze on the Nightmare, staying silent for a moment, before bowing his head a little. “Well then… There is someone who could lead you directly to the True End. If you win his favor." He held out a hand, conjuring the image of a man in his palm.

The man in the trenchcoat.

"The Keymaster holds the keys to every Level in our world,” the Sovereign explained. “But he does not give them up easily. Wanderers who show him utmost respect, and those who show great courage and tenacity, are more likely to win his favor.” He flicked his hand, making the image disappear. "I've seen him!" You commented. "Several times now!"

“Have you?" The deity tilted his head. "Intriguing... Well, that could be to your advantage. Or to your detriment. It is rare that he takes enough interest in a Wanderer to follow their progress. Though, if he's seen the frivolity your friend here has displayed, he may be less willing to concede." He folded his arms behind his back, gaze shifting back to Rags. "But... You've shown me you are capable of humility. And selflessness. Surely he will be able to see it as well.” "Leather trenchcoat, tall boots, teal eyes, black hair, key ring, cravat. Voltaire-lookin fucker," Rags loudly listed off his features. "So, that's it, then?" he folded his arms. "Get this guy to cough up the key and get my buddy outta here?" "More or less."

The Nightmare nodded, bowing his head. "Thank you..." Slowly, his lips spread into a wide smile. A low, devious chuckle welled up in his chest. "Hmhmhehehe... Thank you SO much!!" He flashed that signature ear-to-ear smile up at the deity, his body starting to glow brighter and crackle with energy, summoning up his megaphone again. He then glanced up and around. "YOU HEAR THAT, EVERYONE??" His voice boomed into the darkness, then snapped his fingers. One by one, the many portal windows he'd opened up began revealing themselves, moving forward out of the cover of darkness. "This place makes for a good cover-up!! Like infinite blackout curtains!" Sure enough, the windows were all opened up to onlooking humans, outposts, and other wanderers, who were paying close attention like watching a news report. One of which was looking onto the group of survivors you’d met in the bunker. Ramon, Laurence, Venali, Fern, Cian. No sign of Jay… Hopefully she was just out on a reconnaissance mission. But all of them gasped and waved to you and whispered among themselves. "I hope you took in EVERY word!!” Rags continued to shout. “Look for the Keymaster, ask about Level 3999, don't stop pestering him about it till you get some answers!! Show 'em ALL that you're not gonna take SHIT from them anymore!" He gave a dramatic snap of his fingers to make the portals and megaphone vanish again, bursting into giddy maniacal laughter, completely pleased with himself.

The Sovereign's eyes were wide as saucers. If he had a mouth, his jaw probably would have dropped. Yours certainly had.

Rags flashed him a shitty grin and gave an exaggerated shrug. "Hey, this is all in your words, not mine! You gave them the answers, so I'm not breaking any rules!! Thanks to ol’ Jingles, I know how the technicalities work~" He took a step closer to the Sovereign. "I just can't believe how easily you fell for it!!" He put on an exaggerated sad face, clapping his hands together in a pleading gesture. "I'm sooo sorry, Officer, I know I did something wrong, I won't do it agaiinn!" He mock-whined, before bursting into cackles again. "Yohohou didn't even notice me opening the portals or calling out to them!!" He pointed mockingly at the deity, still whooping and laughing. You found yourself laughing right along with him. He was definitely back to the shitty chaotic gremlin you know and love.

"You… absolute mongrel!" The Sovereign snarled, taking a couple steps closer to Ragaeli to glare down at him, making the ground beneath you rumble. You gasped and stopped laughing, worried that you had both angered him.

But then... He burst into booming, hearty laughter, holding a hand to his stomach. "I will admit, that was well-played. You truly are as clever as you are powerful.” He placed a hand on his hip. "How long were you planning a move like that?"

Rags shrugged, winding down from his giggle-fit. "Hehehe~ Ever since we made some buddies in this world, I've kept my eye and ears open for a chance to help ‘em out! I'm not gonna just let the blind lead the blind if I have the chance to give ‘em some torches to find their way outta their caves! It’s always fun to stir up a little rebellion~" The Sovereign chuckled, holding his hand to his head, still in disbelief. “I suppose I should’ve seen something like this coming, after that first announcement you sent screaming throughout the world...” You walked up closer to the deity. "You're uhh, not going to get in trouble or anything, are you?" He shook his head. "I've not disclosed any information about Levels that can deliver the means to unfathomable power into the wrong hands. Although, it may be even more difficult to win the Keymaster over after a stunt like that..." "Good," Rags gave a cocky smirk. "I like a challenge~ And I think it's about time he quit stalking us around like a vulture waiting to pick off its prey!"

The deity chuckled. "Hmhm, indeed... Well, I know where you should go next, in order to locate him faster." He waved his hand, conjuring up a vision of a small log cabin set in the middle of a foggy, dense forest. "Traverse the forest outside of this cabin, and find the Greenhouse. There will be a doorway with a golden frame that takes you to the Hub. The Keymaster resides at the end of the tunnel. But you must be careful," he added sternly. "Do not choose the wrong door, or you're likely to be thrown into a random Level and will have to start your quest anew." "Man, this really is some DnD shit," Rags muttered to you, making you snicker a little.

"However." The Sovereign waved the image away, folding his arms behind his back. "Don't think I'm going to let you leave without consequences for your trickery." You pouted. "Aw come on, I thought we were cool!"

The Sovereign snapped his fingers. The darkness itself crept in closer, engulfing around your wrists and ankles, lifting you high into the air, almost meeting the deity at eye level. You gulped, starting to feel butterflies. The deity seemed kind enough, so perhaps the 'consequences' wouldn't be so bad...

The same happened to Ragaeli: the Nightmare was hoisted into the air, limbs engulfed in shadow. He exclaimed in surprise, but otherwise didn't make a move. "You sure that's a smart idea?" His smug grin remained on his face, and his body gave off bright sparks. "Calm yourself. I'm not going to harm you. I'm simply... curious." He held out a hand, and to both of your surprise, a few sparks of Rags' magic jumped into his palm, as if he'd pulled it in with a magnet. He observed it closely, watching it dance between his fingertips. "This magic of yours is... Simple, yet surprisingly versatile. No capability to cause harm or pain, but still enough to overwhelm the most stubborn foes into submission. And, from what I saw, it can be turned against you…” He flicked the ball of sparks over at Rags, making it burst against his exposed midriff.

The Nightmare yelped loudly and bucked. “YYEE-HEHEH!!” He glared playfully and lit up with more sparks, willing them to shoot out and strike the Sovereign. But.. Nothing happened. No yelp or laughter, not even a flinch. The sparks lit up the deity in a dazzling display, reflecting off of his armor and his body to reveal that he was, indeed, composed entirely of obsidian rock and metal. Rags’ cocky smirk immediately dropped into a pout. “Oh c’mon, how is that fair??” Despite the lack of a mouth, the deity showed a playful smile in his eyes. “Hmhm; apologies~” He snapped his fingers. Once again, similar to what the Jester had done, the Nightmare’s magic was pulled out of his glowing hair tips, sparking and pulsating. “Hey,” Rags growled. “I need that!!” His tendrils whipped out and tried to retaliate. But, again, the magic was redirected by the Sovereign, jumping up into his armpits and trailing down his sides. “AIEEE-HEHEHEHE!!” His squealing laughter rang out and he tugged at the shadowy restraints. The deity continued to eye him over with curiosity. “You appear to re-absorb your own magic, correct? But I assume you cannot feed on your own laughter in order to build your reserves.” “L-Luhuhucky guess!!” Rags retorted, attempting to teleport himself out of the shadows. But he was pulled right back into place. “RRRGH–!”

The Sovereign chuckled; a deep, rumbling chuckle that seemed to have a devious edge. “I’ve a feeling this is going to be quite fun…~” He continued to turn Rags’ magic against himself. The shadows siphoned out plasma-like arcs of magic from his hair and aura, causing it to burst and spark against his exposed midriff, sides and armpits. He was shrieking and cackling within seconds from the feeling. “YEEE-HEHEHEHEH AGHH-HAHAHAHA!!” He thrashed and bucked - noticeably arching into his ticklish magic, but tried unsuccessfully to teleport away again. When he gave off more sparks to try to zap the deity with, the shadowy magic just stopped its path and ricocheted it back into his body, causing him to be attacked with twice the amount of tickly zaps. “GYEEE-HEEEHEHEHEHE!!” You stared at the Nightmare, watching him laugh and flail, his hair and tail writhing behind him. This was a cute sight, and made you all the more antsy, knowing you were very likely getting targeted next. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you~” The Sovereign cooed, as if sensing your thoughts. He reached out a finger to pat the top of your head. Soon, the shadows started to creep in more and go to work, making a shaky smile rise to your face. “Nnh- H-Hey now…” They tugged at the edge of your shirt and pulled your shoes off, giving your belly delicate, experimental strokes. You gasped and tried to stifle giggles, shivering from the feeling. But they were persistent, and eventually started fluttering so fast over your belly and under your armpits that you squealed in delight and burst into giggles and whines, shaking your head back and forth. “NNnooOO-HEHEHEHE!!” It felt firmer than a feather, but softer than fingers, giving off a slight vibrating sensation that just made you giggle more.

“I think I’m beginning to understand why this particular weakness is one you choose to exploit with your various encounters,” he explained to Rags nonchalantly while the Nightmare was howling with laughter. “You both seem to enjoy how the sensitivity of your own nervous systems can be turned against you, making your defenses completely crumble away… Laughing to your heart’s content~” You weren’t sure if he was intentionally trying to tease you or if it was just a result of his ‘experimenting’. But either way, it flustered the hell out of you. With another flick of his fingers, some of Rags’ magic jumped over to you. The intense ticklish sparks explored your belly, dipping into your navel, slithered down your hips and backs of your knees, zipping in circles around your feet. Your laughter increased in octave and you thrashed in the air even more. “A-AAHH-HEHEHE WHAT WAS THAHAHAT FOHOHOR?!” “I merely wished to see the effects of his magic on an organic being up close,” the Sovereign explained, though he couldn’t hide the sly edge in his tone. “You’re even wearing a token of his magic, correct?” he poked at your Laughing Hand talisman, which gave off warning sparks... that were quickly redirected against you, sending a ticklish pulse through your torso.

Soon, the shadows started to double their efforts on both of you. They snaked their way up and around Rags’ huge feet, soles, heels and ankles, slithering and sawing between his toes, releasing a shriek from him in response. They kneaded his ribs and sides, vibrated against his belly, slipped up into his pant legs to swirl around his knees. They caressed against his neck and ears, much to his disdain, causing him to whine and growl as he burst into hysterics. “NNNRRHHH-HEHEHE I’LL F-FUCKIHIHING GET YOU BAHAHACK FOR THIHIHISS!!” When his hair tendrils started extending and thrashing, the shadows discovered they could engulf the wild locks and turn them against their owner as well. Shapeshifting into clawing hands and frilly appendages, the tendrils were soon joining the arcs of magic in kneading, tickling, poking and prodding over the Nightmare’s thrashing body. And, likewise, the shadowy bonds tickled you affectionately, feeling like hundreds of soft appendages poking and stroking in unison against your most ticklish spots. They caressed under your chin and pressed up against your back. You felt as if you were being held in a soft embrace; they even started kneading your back and shoulders soothingly… As well as giving you a tickly foot massage. “MMmm-heheheheh!! P-Pleheheasee-hahaha!!” They prodded at your talisman to force it to release more ticklish sparks, which they sucked up and targeted at your sides and hips. You went from looking the huge deity in the eye, to glancing over to watch Rags flail in hysterics, to looking away entirely and squeezing your eyes shut. Although it tickled like hell, the deity was definitely being more gentle with you than with Rags. Because, eventually, the shadows and red sparks combined again to wreak total havoc on him. With a wave of the Sovereign's hand, the Nightmare was trapped in a ‘globe’ of shadows.. Which lit up like a red plasma ball when his flow of magic attempted to strike the inner barrier. Rags howled out and crumpled onto the ‘floor’ of the globe, shrieking, cackling, rolling and kicking, his hysterical laughter echoing out into the darkness. “How interesting…” The Sovereign cooed. “You were more than strong enough to hold your own against the Jester. You could break free of my hold if you truly wanted to.” “YEEE-HEEHEHEHEHE IS THIHIHIHIS!! THE B-BEHEHEHEST YOU GOHOHOT?!” Rags replied in defiance. Another devious chuckle. “Hmhmhm… Certainly not. But I will spare you the dilemma of opposing me at my full strength, as you need to hold onto that energy to complete your journey.” He glanced over to you. “But you would both be quite fun to play with for a while... This haven of mine can be a little too quiet for my liking sometimes~” The deity’s magic did not ease up for a good ten minutes. It continued gently fluttering, caressing and playfully stroking against every bare inch of ticklish skin it could find, staying pressed up against your body no matter how much you squirmed and tried to suck in your stomach. They slipped between your toes no matter how hard you clenched your toes. This, combined with Ragdoll’s magic being continuously siphoned through the shadows and zapping you both periodically, made your defenses completely crumble. You were soon gasping with delighted laughter and going limp in the shadowy prison, leaning into the ticklish caresses. Ragamuffin was beside himself with hysterics. The shadows were firmly set on staying locked onto his worst spots: His huge feet, his belly and underarms, his V-line and thighs. Nonstop fluttering tendrils of shadows and his own wild locks of hair, with a nonstop stream of his tickle-magic flowing directly into his soles and navel. He splayed out in the air and laughed away like a madman, tongue hanging out; it almost seemed like he was intentionally shooting off more sparks for the shadows to absorb and bombard him with.

Finally, the Dark Sovereign decided you’d both had enough. He snapped his fingers, and the shadows stopped their attack; any remaining red magic absorbed itself back into its owner. You could now freely glide around with the aid of the shadows hugging your limbs and midsection. You felt yourself buzzing with excitement and serotonin, starting to catch your breath, leaning into the gentle caresses of shadows, smiling wide up at the deity. You were buzzing with affection and excitement, genuinely happy that you got to have a tickle session with such a kind, surprisingly playful entity. Ragaeli, however, wasn’t about to let the Sovereign have his satisfaction without taking revenge. "Alright, big guy... You've had your fun, but now it's my turn!!" Rags smirked wide. His aura glowed brighter, his body lighting up with sparks; with a loud snarl, his body started to grow to its full height, forcing its way out of the shadowy prison, landing on the ground with a BOOM. He stomped forward, getting in the deity's face and grabbing his arms firmly to hold above his head. “I think it’s high time I show you why I’M the King of Tickle Monsters back in my world~!” For a brief moment, the Sovereign’s eyes and the white flames on his shoulders glowed brighter, startled by the Nightmare's aggressive display. But he just laughed. "You're quite bold, knowing your magic will not affect me."

Rags smirked mischievously. "We'll see about that~" Letting go of the deity's arms, they were restrained by red magic cuffs. “If my magic’ll work on metal, I betcha I can make it work on minerals, too. It’s just a matter of finding a crack in the armor… Literally~” His gaze locked on the white flames billowing from beneath his pauldrons. He slowly strolled behind the deity, cracking his knuckles, bringing his pointer and middle fingers up to meet the edges of his armor. “This fire’s gotta be venting from somewhere, right~?” “Wait– What are you–” The Sovereign was quickly cut off by massive sparks of Ragaeli’s magic flooding into his shoulders. The huge deity howled and boomed out with startled laughter, his widened eyes, gem and flames flaring up brightly, clamping his hands up around his upper chest. “AAHH-HAHAHA OHH HEHEHEAVEHEHENS!!” He nearly staggered forward. The magic could faintly be seen lighting up the inside of his stone body. Extremely pleased with himself, Rags lifted his two sparking fingers to his lips and blew at them, like he was blowing smoke off of a gun barrel. “Gotcha~” The deity’s eyes were as wide as they could get. “That… is what tickling feels like??” he gawked over at you. “That is what I just made both of you endure??” Rags snorted, coming back around to the front. “Aww c’monn, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” “Well– No, it wasn’t bad, it was just… Strange. Almost exhilarating, in a way...” “Yeah? Well in that case, lemme give you more~” Rags grinned evilly and shot off finger-guns again, directing two bolts of magic right into the vents in his shoulders again. And again, the Sovereign bellowed with laughter, throwing his head back, his flames flaring up and his onyx body trembling. “AAGHHH-HAHAHAHA!!” Rags folded his arms. “Man, I can’t imagine what it’s like bein’ tickled from the inside out. Must be Hell~ but again, you said it wasn’t bad, sooo maybe you’d like it if I kept going~” He clapped his hands together, forming a cat’s-cradle arc of tickly magic that emanated with the echoes of laughter. The Sovereign eyed him over nervously, and yet… “I…I’ve never experienced such sensations before… And I’ve no idea when I will experience this again, so by all means; show me firsthand how much control you have over that magic of yours.” “How much control, huh?” Rags chuckled. “Normally this magic ain’t meant to be controlled. It does what it wants, it hunts out the absolute worst spots that can get someone screaming and laughing nonstop~ But mayybeee…” He concentrated the mini-lightning, letting them flow into the Sovereign’s body again. Instead of overtaking his entire body in a ticklish maelstrom, Rags focused his hands like he was trying to steer a kite string. The Sovereign started to gasp and tug, moving different parts of his body as they were each targeted. Rags wiggled his fingers as he guided them over the deity’s armpits, sides, armored belly, legs, feet. “How’s this feel, big guy? Do you feel just how tiiickliiish you really are~? D’you like feelin that unbearable buzz that makes you just wanna laugh and laugh and laugh~?” The ‘poor’ deity gasped, yelped, growled and stomped. “NNNrrRRRH-HEHEHEH!!” A smile could be seen in his eyes again, his flames billowing intensely. You watched with a smile. Each and every time Rags managed to get his comeuppance on a Backrooms entity, it was completely rewarding for everyone involved. Like he said; without the emotional connections, without his playmate’s willingness to give into their base impulses and let themselves enjoy the attention, then the laughter wouldn’t matter. This was his true strength. “E-ENOHOHOUGH!!” The Sovereign eventually cried out. Rags immediately eased up, letting his magic dissipate. When he was released from Rags’ magic binds, the Sovereign fell to his knees, making the ground rumble below him. “Hhhhhahh… That now makes... two of the Order that you’ve bested, heh…” He righted himself, clearing his throat. “I think it’s time you move on now, before our commotion can be heard clear across other Levels.” Rags snickered impishly to himself and nodded, poofing back down to his regular height. You glided down to rejoin him on the ground. “I wonder, though; is there anything else you’d like to ask me before you leave?”

You thought for a moment, before you knew exactly what you wanted to ask; a thought that had been on your mind since your journey began. You just never really found the time or place for it. “Yes actually… What exactly are the Backrooms? Is it all a simulation? Is it just, a planet with super crazy laws of physics?” The Sovereign looked you over thoughtfully. "Heh… The 'Backrooms.' What a strange alias. Though I suppose I've no room to speak. The true name of our world has long since been lost to the flow of time." He conjured up a globe, similar to the one that Ragaeli had summoned when you first got stuck here: A planet covered in closed-off cubes of data, glitching and shimmering. "This world seems to have direct ties to your own world, Earth. It is an amalgamate of everything that mortal minds and souls are capable of. Emotions, hopes, dreams, joy, sorrow, fears, regrets, compassion, cruelty… Memories and nostalgia of familiar places, people, animals, architecture. Collected as data, compartmentalized for study by the Order… And, perhaps, by beings of higher power that even we cannot fathom. They appear as "rooms," or "simulations" to you Wanderers, because it is the dimension's attempts at keeping things organized. It is not much different than the neurons of a sentient brain categorizing data. Or the cell of a multi-celled organism creating and replicating DNA.” The image of the globe shifted through imagery of various cellular processes. “Just as your kind has yet to understand why or how we exist… We, too, have yet to understand how mortal beings slip through the cracks, and manage to survive in a world that is not meant to be lived in by trespassers." He glanced back at you. "I find it… Quite inspiring, in a way."

He looked out thoughtfully into the distance. “Of course, there are many who take advantage of this… glitch in the system.” His brow furrowed. “Ever since wanderers started taking roost in our world, the Order has developed Levels as a means to steer them away from sources of great power, or lead them to locations where they could potentially live out the rest of their lives peacefully. But… the taste of fear and anguish is intoxicating for lowly blights that desire only to prey off of weaker beings. Fear has, unfortunately, become one of the most prevalent emotions infesting our reality. And those with great strength enjoy exploiting it… Experimenting with it. Intentionally trapping Wanderers in Levels they could not hope to survive with their body or mind intact." Rags scoffed. “Tch… it really is like my world, then.” “And yet,” the deity’s expression softened again, “I have hope that Wanderers much like yourselves, who refuse to become consumed by fear, who seek knowledge and guidance rather than control or destruction, will someday turn the tides again, and restore balance.” He looked over to Ragaeli. “That little trick of yours may be the event that tips the scale. Even if you are forgotten.” “Pshh– As if anyone could forget me!!” Rags quickly responded, putting his hands on his hips. “But in any case, glad to have a little more insight on this world. Now can we get going now??” He was tapping his foot impatiently. The Sovereign chuckled in amusement. “Yes, yes, of course.” He gave a wave of his hand, and the portal to the forest opened up, right in front of the door to the log cabin. “But one more thing,” he spoke up firmly. "It is imperative that you two do not become separated. The ‘King of Tickle Monsters’ here may be able to open portals to wherever he sees fit, but… I suspect the powers that be will try even harder to tear you two away from one another.” You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Yeahh, somehow that doesn’t surprise me…” “It may be safer if you were to discard this…” He poked at your talisman. “Its magic is a direct connection to him." “I mean… I can’t get rid of it even if I wanted to, unless Rags himself destroys it." You yanked off the chain and tossed it out into the air, and it poofed right back over to you before it hit the ground, re-attaching its cord around your neck. “But it’s also acting as protection for me in case I come across anyone hostile.” “So either they ditch the charm and risk getting fucked over, or they keep it and risk getting fucked over. Cool, great options,” Rags threw up his arms. “I see…” The Sovereign scratched his chin. “Well then, I stand by what I said. Stay together, no matter what.” He plucked at their air between both of you, revealing the red magic cord. “This tether will be your lifeline. Now more than ever.”

You nodded firmly.

Rags scooped you up into his arms bridal-style again. “Well thanks again for the insight, Rocky~! I guess you Order-of-the-Killjoys aren’t all bad. Doesn’t mean I’m ever gonna stop trying to get under their skin, though~” He winked. “And I suppose complete and utter madmen with the power to bend realities aren’t all bad, either,” the corners of the Sovereign’s eyes creased in a playful smile. He gave a bow to you both as you headed into the portal.

You started to feel the smallest inkling that something was… Wrong. All this talk of being forgotten… Was Rags really going to be okay? You had to believe he was going to be. You were both so close now. You’d both avoided dangers, sparked a potential uprising, earned the respect of two powerful deities. Everything looked to be in your favor. You were confident that you and Ragaeli could get through this together and escape the Backrooms once and for all.

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Footnotes: Vaporwave Mansion: https://backrooms.fandom.com/wiki/Level_514

The Dark Sovereign: https://backrooms.fandom.com/wiki/The_Dark_Sovereign

I definitely knew I wanted a mellow chapter after the building intensity of Ch 6 thru 8, and I figured a Level that is literally designed to forcefully calm peoples’ minds would be a good chance to show a side to Ragman that people don’t really get to see. He’s a total softie deep down but of course he’ll never admit it :3c

We’re approaching endgame now, everyone. Or are we?

#backrooms #fic #tk fic #tickle fic #macro #size difference #tickling #fluff #cuddles #monster #monster boy #tickle monster #unreality mention #tw: unreality

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seemabhatnagar · 2 years ago

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Circumstantial Evidence and Conviction

Indrajit Das(Appellant) v. State of Tripura

Background of the case:

This is a case related to circumstantial evidence leading to conviction by the Trial Court u/s 302 IPC/34 IPC & 201 IPC and on Appeal the same was upheld by the Tripura High Court. However, on appeal the Supreme Court set aside the order of High Court as well as Trial Court.

Order of the Supreme Court:

The Bench of Hon’ble Justice B R Gavai & Hon’ble Justice Vikram Nath held that the major links of the chain of circumstances have not been proved by the prosecution evidence and as such it would be unjust to uphold the conviction of the appellant.

The appellant (Indrajit Das) would be entitled to benefit of doubt. Accordingly, the Criminal Appeal is allowed and the appellant is acquitted of all the charges.

Principle Governing Circumstantial Evidence

Leading case: Sharad Birdhichand Sarda v. State of Maharashtra 1984 (4) SCC 116

The circumstances should be of a definite tendency unerringly pointing towards the guilt of the accused; the circumstances taken cumulatively should form a chain so complete that there is no escape from the conclusion that within all human probability the crime was committed by the accused and they should be incapable of explanation on any hypothesis other than that of the guilt of the accused and inconsistent with his innocence.

Issue before the Supreme Court: Whether each link of the chain of circumstances is fully established by the prosecution or not.

Basic link in the chain of circumstances: Motive, then move on to last seen theory, recovery, medical evidence, expert opinions if any and any other additional link which may be part of the chain of circumstances.

Observation of the Apex Court:

Prosecution has not come forward with the motive of murder. The trial Court as well as High Court in the absence of any evidence failed to record any finding on the motive for the commission of crime by the appellant and co-accused Juvenile ‘K’.

Motive has an important role to play in the case of circumstantial evidence.

Dead body was not recovered only limb was found andno DNA test was carried out to establish that the limb was of deceased Kaushik Sarkar.

Principle of corpus delicti has judgments on both sides stating that conviction can be recorded in the absence of the recovery of the corpus and the other view that no conviction could be recorded in the absence of recovery of the corpus. The later view is for the reason that if corpus appears as alive, than someone may have been convicted and sentenced for no crime committed by him.

Last seen theory- The first information was given by one Arjun Das one of the prosecution witness to the police station in the morning that his nephew Kaushik left the house in the evening on his motorbike and had not returned. He did not mentioned about either of appellant or the juvenile ‘K’.

The main witness mother however stated that when she returned from the office she saw his son going on his fathers motorbike, she enquired where he was going. Kaushik told her he was going to Fatikroy Bazar with the appellant and ‘K’ and her mother followed Kaushik up to the gate and saw appellant and ‘K’. But in cross examination she denied of making such statement.

The conviction is based upon, apart from the prosecution witnesses, on the extra-judicial confession of the appellant as also ‘juvenile K’.

If the extra-judicial confession is to be accepted, the statement of last seen theory given by the mother becomes difficult to be given any credibility.

Extra judicial confession requires strong evidence to corroborate it and also it must be established that it was completely voluntary and truthful.

Evidence led by the prosecution is inconsistent and no corroborating evidence is found to support extra judicial confession.

Recovery of knife was made from the open place. It was not a place which could be said to be in the exclusive knowledge of the Appellant.

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inapat17 · 7 months ago

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Episode 3: Cookies directed by Joël Séria (1975) and Behind the Green Door directedby Artie & Jim Mitchell (1972)

Erotic films. They are almost as old as the cinema itself. Nevertheless, it is still taboo to talk about its evolution, its importance within the cinema's history, and its link with the political, cultural and social context of its time. This series of blog posts aims to explore through 4 films, the rises and falls of erotic cinema

The 1969-1984 period is considered as the Golden Age of Porn. Firstly, we need to clarify the difference between erotic and pornographic cinema.

A bit of historical context. The end of the Sixties is a period of big social contestation of the social order. May 68 in France or the Woodstock Festival in the US are examples of events promoting the liberation of society in general but also of what is moral or not and sexuality. But it is also a period of disruption in the erotic cinema production. Indeed, due to the lack of legislation and attracted by possible profits, the limit between erotism and pornography will be less evident to perceive.

In legal terms, a pornographic film must respect three criteria, according to the French State Council. Firstly, of course, the presence of non-simulated sexual scenes. In erotic movies, sexuality will be more focused on suggestion. Then, an esthetic criteria, even if it is based on the subjectivity of the person judging the movie. An erotic film will be more likely to seek an esthetic and artistic aim in its scenario and image. Finally, a moral criteria, with the content of the movie and the director's intention. The Genevois Report explains: “Is pornographic, the film which presents to the public, without aesthetic research and with a provocative crudeness, scenes of sexual life and in particular scenes of mating.” This judgement depends on the person’s assessment and own subjectivity.

In the 70s, mainstream and popular French cinema used a lot of codes from erotic cinema. along with movies such as On aura tout vu by Georges Lautner (1976), Going Places (1974) and Calmos (1976) by Bertrand Blier or the cartoon Tarzoon: Shame of the Jungle by Picha and Boris Szulzinger (1975), I will put on focus on the movie Cookies directed by Joël Séria. Henri Serin, played by Jean-Pierre Marielle, has a basic and unhappy life. Addicted to women’s buttocks, he quits his umbrella salesman job to become a painter specialised in butts paintings. His movie received a good critical reception and was described for instance as wily, picturesque, spontaneous or naturalist, showing a true author gaze.

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In the pornographic field and crossing the Atlantic, one of the most famous movies from this period is Behind the Green Door by Artie & Jim Mitchell. It is both one of the first hardcore films widely released and the first feature-length heterosexual hardcore pornography film to include an interracial sex scene in the United States. His main actress, Marilyn Chambers, became after her role a mainstream actress. On the critical side, Roger Ebert from The Chicago Sun-Times made a bad review of Behind the Green Door deploring its goal of "proving how dirty it was"

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This proliferation of erotic and more particularly pornographic movies triggered a general outcry. In France, the 31st of October 1975 law put in place the X classification, with an obligation of diffusion in specialised cinemas, a value-added tax increased by 20%, and a suppression of every automatic support by public funding. In the US, The Supreme Court's 1973 Miller v. California decision redefined the notion of obscenity and allowed local judges to seize and destroy prints of films considered to violate local community standards. Behind the Green Door was impacted by this decision and banned in New York, California, Colorado, and Georgia.

Our final blog post will bring us to the contemporary production of erotic movies production with a double movement of a progressive ban of erotic movies from movie theatres and an explosion of pornographic videos on tapes and with the boom of the Internet. It is more and more difficult to show a difference between the terms erotism and pornography, but it has also become a tremendous business, at least for the porno industry, with an annual income from 5 to 100 billion dollars

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benjaminsblog · 2 years ago

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Indian Wells (pt. 2)

Thankfully, the issues we struggled with at the beginning of the tournament dwindled, and by the time we reached the semi-finals they had disappeared. This was handy, as from the SFs I was completely on my own – Paul is now in Miami preparing for the next tournament, and as good as he is, even he can’t be in two places at once. Besides, it’s typical for one operator to bring the tournament home as there aren’t enough matches to warrant leaving two of us out there. This is why I’d never previously worked on a WTA final, and I was quite excited to finally get the chance to animate in CHAMPIONSHIP POINT!

The SF lineup was strong - Sakkari v Sabalenka followed by Swiatek v Rybakina (between them they have won the past four Grand Slams). Sabalenka eventually got past Sakkari in straight sets, but she had to wait over half an hour to get going, after a major tech issue left Court 1 without any sound! This caused a multitude of problems, but the main one was that it meant Hawkeye would not be available. These days, many tournaments rely entirely on Hawkeye for line calls, using a fully automated system with no human line judges on court. However, with no way to hear the ‘out’ calls it was unusable, and a team of judges was hastily rustled up. But wouldn’t ya know it, just as they appeared at the side of the court, the sound crew found the problem and fixed it!

The second SF delivered the performance of the fortnight, and it was from the one player without an ‘S’ at the start of her surname; Elena Rybakina came to play and utterly dominated Iga Swiatek from start to finish. Swiatek hadn’t been remotely tested up until this point, cruising through the draw with ominous ease, but she had no answer for the Rybakina onslaught. By the end of the night the World Number 1 looked utterly lost.

The final was a rematch of the recent Aussie Open final, which Sabalenka won (along with their 3 other previous meetings). The opening set was engrossing viewing; the first 3 or 4 games went to deuce multiple times, thanks to a mix of awesome winners and nervy mistakes (Sabs contributed 10 double faults in the first set). It went to a tie break, which was a mini soap opera itself! Both women saw set points squandered/saved until, eventually, it was 6th time lucky for Rybakina, winning the first set (13-11) after 80 minutes of entirely absorbing play.

As the second set began, whispers of darkening clouds reached my ears, so I willed Rybakina to finish the job swiftly. She needed two attempts to serve it out, but she deservedly beat Sabalenka 7-6, 6-4 to lift her 4th career title. The pair shared a nice moment during Elena’s victory speech, with Sabs sticking her tongue out behind Rybs’ back, causing the crowd to laugh, before jokingly threatening that it would be the last time she’d beat her! After watching Rybs dismantle the world’s two best players in the space of three days, I daresay you’d get long odds on that one.

And for the icing on the cake, I managed to wrap things up in similarly swift style, derigging my entire cabin and loading it into a courier’s van without a hitch! I’ve learned to plan for the worst when it comes to the end of a job (particularly when it’s such a large one), but I guess Tennis Paradise finally blew some magic dust my way. Here’s hoping that dust lasts the next four days as I go and see what all the fuss is about in the City of Angels…

#IW -> LA #can you hear me now?#All's Wells that ends Wells #the tournament of ice cream outfits #Raspberry Ripple #Minty Mayhem #Blueberry Blast #Creamsicle Chaos #Poopsicle #LavenDERP

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dualiteas · 5 years ago

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“right. hand it over.” he doesn’t know what mally’s hiding, he just has a sudden, sneaking suspicion that she’s taken something she doesn’t want him to know about.

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years ago

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V. Off to the Races, Lolita Series

My old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam. And he shows me, he knows me. Every inch of my tar-black soul.

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Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, mentions of relationship violence, rape, and murder, pet names, passionate sex,

Words: 4025 (I am SO sorry for this)

Summary: Andy takes y/n on a weekend getaway while Jacob and his friends are out of town.

Two weeks had dragged on since Andy had gotten a taste of y/n’s sweet nectar, and since then nothing. It wasn’t like they really had the chance to be alone, Jacob and the other boys weren’t going out late at night or on the weekends as they usually did. Andy had to settle for his hand every night, reminiscing on their oral escapades.

It didn’t help that Andy had been swamped with cases, court appearances, and tons of paperwork. He had spent every night of those two weeks at the office until his eyes physically couldn’t stare at the cases in front of him anymore. Andy even showed up on the weekend to fit in a little extra work, hoping it would help take care of some of the load but to no avail. He was completely and thoroughly exhausted, and he could tell that y/n was as well.

She had worked directly with him on a few late-night cases, the rest of the time being spent shadowing Neal fucking Loguidice. It was great for her internship to do so, getting new perspectives of different attorneys in the office, but it was not as good for his jealousy.

By Thursday evening the heavy load of cases and paperwork had seemed to disappear, and Andy was grateful for being able to leave the office at a decent hour. With y/n in tow, he ducked into his Audi, waiting for y/n to get comfortable in the passenger seat before roaring the vehicle to life.

“Is it just me, or have these past two weeks been exhausting?” He asked, glancing out of the corner of his eyes at y/n as he drove. Andy knew her answer before she even opened her mouth, a loud groan leaving her lips as she rested her head back against the seat.

“You’re telling me, if I have to hear Neal mention one more time about his new kickboxing class, I’m going to gouge my eyes out. He really fucking sucks.” Her words elicit a chuckle from Andy’s lips, a smile of pride seeping onto his face. It was good to know she didn’t have any interest in Neal.

“We should do something fun this weekend, just the two of us. Maybe you’ll let me finally take you on a date” He suggested, lulling his car to a stop at the next red light. Y/N raised an eyebrow in his direction, cocking her head to the side. “Andy, I already told you, I don’t do relationships.”

Andy rolled his eyes, shifting in his seat to look at her. “Yeah, you said that, but I’m in it for the long game, y/n. You have to admit there’s something between us.”

“Andy…” She sighs, watching the sun setting out the passenger window. Sure, there was definitely something between him. Was he different from all the other guys before that she had hooked up with? Yes, of course. First off, she had never been with a man his age, someone with a career, a house, and a car of his own. He even had a pension and a life insurance policy; she hadn’t hooked up with any men who had those.

The car is silent as they pull into the garage, Andy immediately shutting off the car and sitting back in his seat. Y/N looked down at her lap awkwardly, reaching for the door but Andy stopped her with a tug to her wrist, getting her to look up at him.

“You want to be an attorney, right?” The question has her furrowing her brows, looking at him as if he had said ‘You know the sky is blue, right?’

“Of course, you know that, but what does that have to do with-” Andy cuts her off by holding up his index finger, loosening his grip on her wrist. “Attorneys defend their cases in court to a judge or jury, who then ultimately decide the fate of their clients. Their job is to convince someone that their claim is right.” Andy rests one hand on the steering wheel, a smug smirk crossing his lips.

“Saturday morning we’ll leave for a weekend getaway, planned by yours truly. This will all be part of my case as to why we should be together, no more games, officially together. You as the judge will examine the weekend's evidence and conclude on whether we should be together. If you decide after the weekend that you don’t think so, I’ll leave it alone and we won’t have to discuss it ever again. But I’m hoping for it to change your mind.” Before she can protest, Andy holds his hand up. “And I’ll even get us a room with two beds, no funny business, promise. So...will you hear my case out?”

Y/N had to admit, she had never been chased by a guy so ferociously, but what was the harm in seeing the evidence and getting a free weekend vacation out of it? She stuck her hand out for him to shake, a professional gesture for their arrangement. “Alright, I will gladly hear your case out.”

Andy had arranged it all down to the last detail, including lying to Jacob and the boys about an important conference for work that they both had to attend that weekend. Of course, he didn’t suspect a thing, he went out of town for conferences all the time, and thus his plan was set.

When Saturday morning finally arrived, Andy was feeling great. He had gone for an early morning jog, took a long shower, and even trimmed his hair and beard. Andy dressed in a plain white t-shirt and dark denim jeans, packing his bag with his essentials for the evening before walking out into the kitchen. As usual, the boys were all still asleep, hungover from their late-night game of shot roulette, which left the house extremely quiet.

Andy couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face as he walked into the kitchen and saw y/n waiting at the counter, a familiar plate of breakfast and coffee next to her. “It’s a Saturday, you know that right? Thought breakfast was for workdays.” He stated, moving to sit at his usual spot beside her.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She responded, taking a swig from her coffee mug. Andy’s eyes wandered along her body; her outfit of the day effortlessly beautiful. She wore a tight white bodysuit tucked into a pair of figure-hugging mint shorts; a pair of matching wedges slipped onto her dainty feet to complete the look.

“You’re right, it is.” Andy’s silverware moved to cut into his meal, chewing thoughtfully as he thought about the day ahead. “You’d think that by making me breakfast you were trying to plead your own case.” He teased, engulfing another bite of his food.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, moving to set her now empty coffee mug in the sink. ��I’ve got nothing to plead, you on the other hand, do.” She waits with her back to the counter, playing on her phone until he finishes his meal, setting his plate in the sink behind her.

“Are you ready to go?” He questioned, grabbing his duffel bag off the floor. Y/N followed suit, grabbing her tiny black suitcase and following him out into the garage. Andy grabbed the suitcase from her, setting it with his own bag in the trunk before they both got into the car, backing slowly out of the driveway.

It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Y/N asks, crossing her legs.

“Would it matter? You’re not familiar with the state anyhow.” He retorted, pulling up the address on his GPS as they started on their journey.

“True, I just want to know what I’m getting into.” Her eyes locked on the GPS, noticing the destination was an hour away. “Rockport? What’s in Rockport?” She asked, raising a shapely brow in Andy’s direction.

“Well for starters, it’s along the ocean, which guarantees a good view. It also has great shopping, beaches, and restaurants. It’s a nice little getaway.” Andy turns on the radio as the car goes silent, y/n admiring the view as they drive.

The silence in the car was comfortable, both of them enjoying each other’s company, and before they knew it, they had arrived at their home for the weekend. They were staying at the Cove at Rockport, a beautiful inn right along the ocean. It was even more classy than the photos online, and Andy made quick working of getting them checked into their room.

Andy and y/n walked together down the long hallway to their room, room one on the first floor. Unlocking the door with the key provided, Andy pushed it open, allowing y/n to step in and take in their living arrangements.

The main room was huge, donning a cute little breakfast nook adjacent to the kitchen, a living room, two separate bedrooms, and a bathroom. The decor was all beach themed, of course, shades of blues and beiges filling their sights.

“This definitely deserves a point towards your case.” Y/N admitted, chewing on her bottom lip. It was honestly the nicest place she’d ever stayed at, more luxurious than what she had expected. Walking further into the space, y/n pushed open the sliding door, the sound of waves hitting the shore bursting through her ears as she took in the view. It truly was gorgeous, much different from shitty life in Ohio.

“So, I did alright with my first piece of evidence?” He chortled, leaning back against the cool wall. Y/N continues to take in the view outside, a light breeze picking up and blowing her hair off her shoulders.

“I’d say so.” She shuts the sliding doors and walks back to investigate the sleeping spaces, setting her bags in the room with a large picture of a beach umbrella over the bed, the smaller of the two. “Well, what else do you have planned for your case? Because if this is it, I can come to a decision right away.”

Andy moved his own bag into the opposite room before walking into y/n’s and sitting down on the plush comforter. “I wanted to start the trip with a walk downtown, explore some of the shops before we get ready for our dinner reservations at six.”

Ah, he even sprung for reservations, what a smart man. “Sounds good, let’s explore.” Y/N got up from the bed, grabbing her purse before Andy followed her out, walking out of their room towards the lobby.

Downtown was only about a five-minute walk from the inn, an enjoyable stroll filled with laughter from a group of teens on the sidewalk, birds chirping in the trees, and the smell of fresh muffins wafting from the window of a bakery on the street. “Well, where should we look first?” He asked, turning to look at y/n for guidance on where she’d like to go.

They had spent about two full hours downtown, walking in and out of all the little shops, picking up a blueberry donut to share from one of the bakeries, and taking photos of each other along the Rockport streets. Most of the photos Andy took of y/n were very Instagram appropriate photos, staring down the camera and moving from angle to angle. On a few photos though, Andy would say something to make her laugh, snapping away at her genuine reaction.

Before long they were walking back into the room to get ready for their dinner reservations. Andy was pulling out all the stops, dressing up in one of his nicest black suits, a matching black tie situated atop a crisp white button down. He spritzed on some of his favorite Versace Eros cologne, adjusting the laces of his dress shoes before walking out into the living room. Andy had ordered a dozen red roses to be delivered to the suite, arriving shortly after he had finished getting ready, sitting on the couch with the flowers and waiting for y/n to walk out. God, he hoped this wasn’t too cheesy.

After about five minutes of waiting anxiously, the door to y/n’s room opened, noticing her delicate silver peep toe heels first. His eyes roamed up her toned and tanned legs, settling on her baby blue dress, off the shoulder with slightly puffy sleeves, a tie in the front revealing just a bit of cleavage. The ruffles on the hem swayed as she moved, her eyes taking in the sight of him as well with the flowers.

Suddenly Andy stood up, holding out the flowers to her. “You look incredible, Lolita.” There went the pet name again, though it was always so fitting for her. “Shall we go?” Y/N silently thanked him for the flowers, taking a whiff of their sweet aroma before setting them down on the counter near the door. She followed Andy to his car, waving him off when he tried to open her door for her. Her expression stayed on Andy the entire drive, inhaling his intoxicating cologne, licking her lips. Y/N had to admit, he always looked great in a suit.

The restaurant was only a ten-minute drive from the inn, a little classy seafood restaurant along the ocean coast. It was packed with people, a quartet playing Sinatra’s finest hits off in the far-right corner of the room. Some people were dancing, some were sitting along the bar against the left wall, while most were diners enjoying their meals at their table.

Y/N and Andy were led to a table near the back wall facing the ocean view. Andy started off by ordering a bottle of chardonnay for the table, taking in the sight of y/n lit up by the candlelight provided.

“This is beautiful, Andy.” She exclaimed, her eyes scanning the room and all the happy couples around them. Andy smiled before opening his menu, mulling over what to order. “I told you, I’m great at pleading my case. And as you know, I almost always win.” Y/N rolled her eyes, opening her own menu. “Key word, almost.”

After deciding on what to eat, Andy getting the seafood gnocchi and y/n ordering the lobster bisque, Andy poured them each a glass of wine, holding his up towards hers. “Cheers to an unforgettable night.” He exclaimed, clinking their glasses together before they each took a sip of their respective glasses.

As they wait for their food, Andy and y/n sit and talk more about their likes and dislikes, what they want in the future, and the day they had downtown. Their food arrives during the conversation and they continue to talk while they indulge in their meals, all the food just as incredible as the atmosphere.

About thirty minutes later Andy and y/n take in their last bites of food, sitting back and enjoying the liveliness around them. As they waited for their check to arrive, the sound of Sinatra’s hit ‘It Had to Be You’ started drifting from the quartet. Andy smiles, holding out his hand towards y/n as he stares down at her. “Dance with me?” He asks, taking in her surprised expression before she scoots herself out of her seat, grabbing his hand as he led her over to where the other couples were dancing. Andy places his hands on the small of her back, y/n wrapping her own around his neck as they sway to the tune.

“This is definitely not as good as dancing together at the club.” She joked, making Andy laugh. “Well, technically I wouldn’t call that dancing. More like...gyrating, or maybe dry humping? Definitely not the same.” Her smile brightened; his eyes locked on her as they moved. It was as if they were the only people there, like the whole world stopped to see them dance.

“For nobody else gave me a thrill. With all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you...Wonderful you...It had to be you…” The quartet crooned, the song ending and a few of the couples clapping in response. Andy’s eyes bore into y/n’s, licking his lips before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, holding it for a moment before y/n pulled away, clearing her throat and letting go of his neck.

“M’sure the bill is on the table.” She stated, walking back towards their chairs. Andy let out a huff of disappointment, following her over to the table and paying for their meal before they walked in silence back to their car.

The car ride felt riddled with tension, the tension continuing to build as they got back to the room. “We need to talk, y/n.” He admitted as the door of their suite shut behind them, crossing his arms against his broad chest. Y/N leaned her weight against the wall between their bedrooms, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Andy…” She started, becoming silent again and chewing on her bottom lip. Andy’s stance becomes more tense, taking a step closer to her. “I want you, y/n. And not because of how mind-blowingly attractive you are. You are intelligent, thoughtful, and selfless. You’re not stuck up or fussy about material items. You make me feel like I’m in my twenties again, you make me feel like I’ve never felt with another woman.”

He takes another step closer to her, hovering above her due to his height. She puts her hands on his chest to stop him from moving, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“I’m terrified of this, Andy. How do I know you won’t turn out just like my piece of shit father, huh?” She leans her body weight against the wall, peering up at him.

“Look, I know how you feel, alright?” He moves away from her again, his back turned towards her as his hand ruffles through his hair. “I know firsthand, my father...he’s also in prison. He went to prison when I was young for raping and murdering a 19-year old woman. I vowed to myself to never ever treat a woman without kindness and respect. Though my marriage with Laurie wasn’t perfect, I’m sure she’d say that I was nothing like my father, and nothing like yours for that matter.”

He turns back to look at her, arms outstretched. “I promise I will never hurt you; you can trust me. I’m all in, y/n. And I meant everything I said.”

She processes his story of his father, realizing they had a lot more in common than she once thought. Her heart is beating so fast she thought it might splatter in her chest, closing the distance between the two quickly. Her hand came up to grip his jaw, leaning up and kissing him lovingly. They continue to kiss, y/n parting her lips to allow Andy’s tongue to slip inside, exploring her mouth and causing her to moan. After a moment they both pull away breathless, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Okay...I’m all in too, with you.” Her words are all Andy had been wanting to hear, gripping her waist and kissing her lustfully this time, pushing them backwards until they both hit the wall again with a groan. His lips trailed a line of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, shrugging off his suit jacket and making quick work at the buttons on his shirt, practically ripping the buttons off completely.

Y/N is tilting her head back against the wall, helping to push off his now open shirt to expose his God-like torso. This was her first time seeing his chest, running her cool fingers against his abs as he kissed back up her neck and into her mouth.

He plays with the fabric on sleeves of her dress, pushing them down so that she can fully shimmy out of the pale blue fabric. Her breasts are on full display, no bra to pull down, and Andy growled at the sight of them. They were just as perky as they had been while peeking through her outfits.

He nudged her body in the direction of his bed, hands making quick work of his belt and pulling down his trousers, kicking them into a pile as he walked into the bedroom after her in only his Calvin Klein briefs. Andy moved forward to kiss her again, knocking them both over onto the bed, a breathy laugh escaping her throat.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my little Lolia.” He purred, his hands coming up between them to knead over her delectable breasts. Y/N cried out from the touch, grinding her hips up into Andy’s to evoke a similar noise from him. “Andy, need you…” She whined, her back arching off the bed, her panties rolling against his clearly clothed hard cock.

He slipped his hands lower, teasing his fingertips along her folds, already slick with her desire. “Need what, Lolita? Need you to tell me exactly what you want.” Her hands rub his cock through the thin fabric, a whine of impatience leaving her lips.

“Need you inside me, Andy. Please, fuck my pussy.” Her words ignite an animalistic groan from his lips, pulling off her and scooting her up further onto the bed until her head touched the pillows. He quickly tugged off his boxers, stepping out of them before shimmying her out of her panties, tossing them aside.

His eyes grew dark as he took in her naked form in front of him, stroking his cock. She really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and she was all his. Andy moved onto the bed, hovering over y/n with his cock dragging against her glistening folds. He was bigger than the guys she’d been with before, and the thought alone excited and terrified her. Her fingers land on the skin of his shoulder blades, pressing in lightly as she locks eyes with him.

“Andy, please.” She begs again. Andy keeps his eyes on hers as he pushes in slowly, giving her time to adjust as he moves inch by inch into her cunt. Her nails dig a bit deeper into his skin, mewling as he continues to press into her until he finally bottoms out, holding himself in place.

“God, my little Lolita, you’re so fucking tight...you’re milking my cock and I haven’t even moved yet. Do you want me to move?” He leant down and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, waiting for her mumbled ‘mhm’ against him before he rolled his hips into hers.

The pace started slowly, building up speed with every little noise y/n’s mouth made, coming undone underneath him with each thrust. They continued to share soft kisses, moaning into each other’s mouths, y/n’s hands locking around his neck.

“Andy.” She breathed, her walls tightening and releasing around him. “Wanna cum for you.”

Andy quickened his pace, kissing along her pulse point on her neck. “Cum for me, Lolita. Want to feel you cum on my cock.” It doesn’t take her long after his sentence before she’s tightening her walls again, crying out as her orgasm rips through her. Her eyesight is full of stars, and it takes a second for her to regain her vision, focusing on Andy’s face once she does.

“M’gonna cum in this pretty cunt, fill you up to the brim.” He states, thrusting a few more times before coating her walls with his release. He stills inside of her for a moment before pulling out slowly and plopping down with his back on the bed next to her.

They both lie in silence, staring up at the ceiling, panting. The sex was incredible, better than they both could’ve imagined. Andy’s arm wraps loosely around y/n’s shoulder, tugging her into his chest and pressing a loving kiss to her forehead.

“You’re mine now, it’s official.” He looked down at her with a lazy smile, watching as her fingers began to trail up and down his chest. “Guess you could say I won yet another case.”

“Shut up, Andy.”

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nsfsprince · 4 years ago

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An a/b/o idea thats taken over the brain that I wish to write:

Intruxietlogical A/B/O au that's set in a manor or smth?

Theres Alpha!Logan(cismale), head of the manor and a very rich yet young and respectable individual of the city. Hes like 6'4 and handsome as hell, and secretly knows it(due to Remus's persistent courting) but sees no point in personally flaunting it, letting Remus take the lead in that.

Then theres his eccentric Omega spouse, Remus(nonbinary leaning with he/him pronouns), the (in)famous artist of the city. Hes unusually tall for an Omega at 5'10, crude and unworried about fitting the 'normal' societal omega expectation despite also being born to a rich family. He courted Logan, persistantly, as he loved the fact that Logan treated him with the same respect as he would anyone else and never judged Remus for who he was, and the more Logan accepted the courting the more they fell in love before marrying and bonding at like. 23-25?

Well, Virgil is a 5'1 omega(transman with he/him pronouns), age 24. Hes a feisty little thing thats been surviving the streets for too long, he's parentless and, his high anxiety keeps him safer than most omegas on their own but no ones perfect- he ends up almost getting abducted by a sketchy Alpha when a Beta named Patton storms in and saves him.

That's how Patton, Logan's brother, takes him in to treat the sprained wrist he got from the encounter, and for Remus to set eyes on Virgil and immediately decide he wants to keep and court him, too.

I could ramble alot about the months it takes for remus to flirt and fluster and break Virgil out of his shy terrified shell(because hes gone from interacting with fellow street raccoons to very weathy and very Pretty nobility and its. A Lot.

I could ramble about the way both Remus and Logan coax Virgil into staying in their home for more and more ludicrously simple reasons, just to keep courting him, and how Virgil catches on, and flusteredly does nothing to stop it bc he's slowly falling in love too

But what I Really wanna ramble about, is their bedroom dynamics.

Content warning for under the cut: a/b/o dynamics, talk/descriptions of knotting, polyamourus relationships, kinks. Lots of kinks: oralfixation, dom/sub/switch dynamics, praise kink, overstim(lots of overstim), talk of double penatration, p in v sex, ect. Let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DNI or you will be fully blocked from this blog and my main one.

Logan is a soft but firm dom, always in control and ready to take control. He has a bit of an oral fixation and loves sucking off his loves as often as he can, happy to sate his loves while getting them to soak themselves in fresh slick. He's easily comanding when needed but also enjoys that Remus is more than willing to take control on occasion(see: regularly). He just really really likes taking care of his loves however he can, and aftercare is super important especially after some of their more intense scenes

Remus is a bossy switch, who Loves riding Logan's cock till hes stuck on his knot, or getting fucked up against a wall till his mind turns to jelly. Really likes a bit of primal play, loves riling Logan up with praising how good Logan could breed him(even tho theyre all on birth control so it really is just for the scenes) if he just pins him down and takes. On the flip side, Re also loves pinning Virgil down and driving him crazy, too.

Virgil is a near complete submissive, he's eagar to give and take as ordered and melts at any praise given. Starting out he'd been touch straved beyond belief(which has since been remedied thoroughly) and thus ended up developing a habit of dropping into subspace the moment Logan and/or Remus cradle his neck with both hands. Hes a very affectionate sub who puts so much of his trust and control into Logan and Remus's hands, and both cherish it as Virgil literally never lets his guard down around anyone else.

So, my favorite thing about their dynamic is that Remus still has a decent sized cock despite being an omega, like is actually rather big for Virgil to take, the draw back is just that Remus cant, at least naturally, Knot Virgil like Logan can. (However, its like one of Remus's biggest fantasies to Knot Virgil, and Virgil is totally in the same boat and would be Very on board with it)

This lack of natural knot doesnt stop Remus of course, infact its encouraging because he has a nearly non-existant refractory period so, literally imagine:

Virgil on his back, Virgil's head and shoulders are cradled lovingly in Logan's lap as the alpha occassionally trades kisses with both of his gorgeous omegas. Virgil's legs spread and cunt gently held nice and open by Logan's gentle but firm hands as Remus repeatedly sinks his cock nice and deep into Virgil. Slick soaks Virge and Remus's thighs, his cunt, and Remus's cock.

Every thrust has Virgil whimpering and his legs twitching with the relentless feeling of the head of Remus's cock just barley rutting against his cervix on every other pass. Just the hot way Remus has Virgil pinned into a mating press and obviously working hard to make that position live up to its name, babbling at how good Virgil feels taking his cock like a good little omega, at how easy it is to breed Virgil over and over and over again.

Then Logan enacts this little idea hes been holding onto the moment Remus starts to get close(hes trained Remus well, having helped him train to stall his orgasms for longer and longer because Remus LOVES overstimmulation). He has Remus slow down for just a moment, causing both omegas to whine, before coating two fingers in plenty of slick and slowly pressing them in alongside Remus's cock.

Virgil is slowly losing his mind(as they find out in later sessions that he absolutely has a size kink, and would happily take both their cocks at once any time hes given the chance) at the width, his eyes rolling. Then Remus is told to start thrusting again until he comes, and to ignore Logan's two fingers outside of being careful.

Virgil and Remus are so keyed up that it only takes another minute or so for Remus to start cumming, following Logan's order of pressing all the way inside as deep as he can get, at which point is Logan's cue to start curling his fingers firmly deep inside of Virgils walls.

Immediately, Virgil starts whimpering loudly as he cums, his body reacting the way it would if he were being knotted by an alpha, cunt clenching tight and sucking Remus's cock deeper as his eyes squeeze closed and his jaw fall lax, overwhelmed as his body draws out his orgasm for as long as hes knotted.

Remus is put in a mind-melting world of pleasurable overstimmulation as hes just climaxed and Virgils cunt is milking it for all hes got and he cant even move or pull out now because hes 'locked' inside. His hips and legs are trembling and he's moaning loudly because it's so hot that hes basically getting to Knot Virgil and it feels so good.

Virgil's cunt won't let him go and wont stop pulsing around the head his oversensitive cock and he really cant be faulted for the way he loses control and just keeps orgasming, his lack of refractory period as a keyed up omega just letting him squirt more and more cum and slick deep into the omega under him.

Logan's gentle and soothing, cooing reassurances to his two loves as he helps them lose their minds & fulfil their fantasies. He even uses his free hand to stroke Virgils little cock slowly, drawing out shaking whines from both of them as it makes Virgil clench harder in intervals. Remus ends up hunched over Virgil, his face tucked into his fellow omega's neck to muffle his overstimulated whimpers.

Logan draws it out for a minute or two, just until pleasured and overwhelmed tears picks at their eyes and their soft begging whimpers and mewls fill the room before slowly releasing the hold, letting the string of tension snap and watching them unravel and relax, finishing their peaks.

Remus cant help the way he struggles to pull out, so oversensitive that his hips keep hitching back in place with the way Virgils body tries to keep him there, needing Logan to pull their hips apart to fully end the scene.

Logan strokes and comforts both exhausted omegas, now fully in his element, cooing soft reassurances to both, getting up to start a bath and carefully guiding them both in and cleaning them up. The sheets are changed and both are put in soft clothing and given juice and cuddles.

Remus would probably make a comment on asking drowsily just how Logan deals with being knotted to him for in upwards of 30 minutes if it feels like /That/ the whole time. Logan would probably just smile sweetly and press a sweet kiss to his lips and say "with experience of course, perhaps we can work on that too, if the both of you would be so inclined?"

Virgil shutters and whines, too tired to get worked up again, Remus in a similar boat but nodding drowsily anyway. Remus probably wakes up sore and gets worked up all over again at the memory of why his cock of all things is sore and sensetive.

Perhaps they do work on it, perhaps Remus is trained to a take it little longer each time, no where near half an hour for the longest time, but he gets pretty close and much better at holding from losing his mind.

Maybe then they explore what it feels like for Remus to be stuck on Logan's knot, while Virgil is stuck on Remus's 'knot' with the help of a toy. Maybe then they also explore working Virgil up to take both of their cocks, and see what happens what Logan's fingers curl just right to trigger that knotted feeling to have Virgil lose his goddamn mind impaled on both their cocks as they slowly thrust in and out despite his body thinking he's already been knotted and reacting as such.

Maybe they even explore working Virgil's other hole open, just enough to take Logan's knot, and give Remus free reign to fuck Virgil's soaking trembling cunt until they can coax Virgil's cunt into taking Remus's 'knot' as well

Idk man. Just. This whole dynamic has so many hot possibilities. 💕💕💕

#not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #nsfs logan #nsfs remus #nsfs analomus #lodukexiety #whats their ship name??#prince writes #abo au #ask to tag #edit to add the content warning bc i hadnt had time earlier to remember it let alone put it in

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people of color in arthurian legend masterpost

hi! some people said it would be cool if i did this, and this is something i find interesting so. yeah! are you interested in king arthur and the knights of the round table? do you like to read about characters of color, especially in older lit? well, i hope this can be a good resource for people to get into stuff like that, especially poc/ethnic minorities who might feel uncomfortable or lonely getting into older media like arthuriana. this post is friendly to both those who prefer medieval lit and those who prefer modern stuff!

disclaimers: i am not a medievalist nor a race theorist! very much not so. i am just a 17 year old asian creature on the internet who wants to have an easy-to-reference post, if i’m not comprehensive enough please inform me. i’m going to stay closely to the matter of britain, as well, not all medieval european literature as a. this is what i’m more familiar with and b. there’s so much content and information and context to go along with it that it would really be impossible to put it all into one tumblr post. (however there’s always going to be overlap!) also, please do not treat me or any other person of color/ethnic minority as a singular all-knowing authority on anything! we’re all trying to have fun here and being made into an information machine on things, especially what is and isn’t offensive isn’t fun. with that out of the way, let’s get into it! (under cut for length!)

part i: some historical context (tw for racism and antisemitism discussion)

fair warning, i’m going to start off with some discussions of more heavier history before we talk about more fun stuff. while pre colonial racism was far more different than how it is today, there still...was racism. and it’s important to understand the social mien around nonwhite people in europe at the time these works were written.

to understand how marginalized ethnicities were written in medieval european literature, you have to understand the fact that religion, specifically catholicism, was a very important part of medieval european life. already, catholicism has violent tenets (ie, conversion as an inherent part of the church, as well as many antisemitic theologies and beliefs), but this violence worsened when an event known as the crusades happened.

the crusades were a series of religious wars started by the catholic church to ‘reclaim’ the holy land from islamic rule and to aid the byzantine empire. while i won’t go into the full history of the crusades, (some basic info here and here and here) its important to understand that they had strengthened the european view of the ’pagan’ (ie: not european christian) world as an ‘other’, a threat to christiandom that needed to be conquered and converted, for the spiritual benefit of both the convertee and the converter. these ideas of ethnoreligious superiority and conversion would permeate into the literature of the time written by european christians.

even today, the crusades are very much associated with white supremacy and modern islamophobic sentiment, with words such as ‘deus vult’ as a dogwhistle, and worship of and willingness to emulate the violence the crusaders used against the inhabitants of the holy land in tradcath spaces, so this isn’t stuff that’s all dead and in the past. crusader propaganda and the ignorance on the violence of the catholic church and the crusaders on muslim and jewish populations (as well as nonwhite christians ofc) is very harmful. arthuriana itself has a lot of links to white supremacy too-thanks to @/to-many-towered-camelot for this informative post. none of this stuff exists in a bubble.

here’s a book on catholic antisemitism, here’s a book on orientalism, here’s a book about racism in history that touches on the crusades. (to any catholic, i highly reccommend you read the first.)

with that out of the way, we can talk about the various not european groups that typically show up in arthurian literature and some historical background irt to that. the terms ‘moor’ and ‘saracen’ will typically pop up. both terms are exonyms and are very, very broad, eventually used as both a general term for muslims and as a general term for african and (western + central) asian people. they’re very vague, but when you encounter them the typical understanding you’re supposed to take away is ‘(western asian/african) foreigner’ and typically muslim/not christian as well. t

generally, african and asian lands will typically be referred to as pagan or ‘eastern/foreign’ lands, with little regard for understanding the actual religions of that area. they will also typically refer to saracens as pagans although islam is not a pagan religion. this is just a bit of a disclaimer. the term saracen itself is considered to be rather offensive-thank you to @/lesbianlanval for sending me a paper on this subject.

while i typically refer to the content on this post as having to pertain to african and asian people (ie, not european) european jewish arthurian traditions are included on this post too. but, i know more about poc and they’ll feature more prominently in this post because of that, lol.

part ii: so, are there any medieval texts involving characters of color?

i’m glad you asked! of course there are! to be clear, european medieval authors were very much aware that people of color and african + asian nations existed, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. even the vita merlini mentions sri lanka and a set of islands that might (?) be the philippines!! for the sake of brevity though, on this list i’m not going to list every single one of these small and frequent references, so i’m just going to focus on texts that primarily (or notably) feature characters of color.

first of all, it’s important to know was the influence of cultures of color and marginalized ethnicities that helped shape arthurian legend. the cultural exchange between europe and the islamic world during the crusades, as well as the long history of arab presence in southern europe, led to the influence of arabic love poetry and concepts of love on european literature, helping to form what we consider the archetypal romance. there are also arthurian traditions in hebrew, and yiddish too, adding new cultural ideas and introducing new story elements to their literature-all of these are just as crucial to the matter of britain as any other traditions!

when it comes to nonwhite presence in the works themselves, many knights of color in arthurian legend tend to be characters that, after defeated by a knight of arthur’s court join the court themselves. though some are side characters, there are others with their own romances and stories devoted to them! many of them are portrayed as capable + good as, if not better than their counterparts. (this, however, usually only comes through conversion to christianity if the knight is not christian...yeah.) though groups of color as a general monolith created by european christians tended to be orientalized in literature (see: mystical and strange ~eastern~ lands), many individual knights were written to be seen by their medieval audience as positive heroes. i’m going to try to stick to mostly individual character portrayals such as these.

with that all said though, these characters can still be taken as offensive (i would consider most to be) in their writing, so take everything with a grain of salt here. i will also include links to as many english translations of texts as i can, as well as note which ones i think are beginner friendly to those on the fence about medieval literature!

he shows up in too many texts so let’s make this into two bullet notes and start with one of, if not the most ubiquitous knight of color of the round table (at least in medieval lit),-palamedes! palamedes/palomides is a ‘’saracen knight’’ who (typically) hails from babylon or palestine and shows up in a good amount of texts. his first appearance is in the prose tristan, and he plays a major role there as a knight who fights with tristan for the hand of iseult-while he uh. loses, him and tristan later become companions + friends with a rivalry, and palamedes later goes off to hunt the questing beast, a re-occurring trend in his story.

palamedes even got his own romance named after him (which was very popular!) and details the adventures of the fathers of the knights of the round table, pre arthur, as well as later parts of the story detailing the adventures of their sons. it was included in rustichello da pisa’s compilation of arthurian romances, which i unfortunately have not seen floating around online (or...anywhere), so i can’t attest to the quality of it or anything. he appears in le morte darthur as well, slaying the questing beast but only after his conversion to christianity (...yeah.) in the texts in which he appears, palamedes is considered to be one of the top knights of the round table, alongside tristan and lancelot, fully living up to chivalric and courtly ideals and then some. i love him dearly and i’ve read the prose tristan five times just for him. (also the prose tristan in general is good, please give it a try, especially if you’re a romance fan.)

speaking of le morte d’arthur, an egyptian knight named priamus shows up in the lucius v arthur episode on lucius’ side first, later joining arthur’s after some interactions with gawaine. palamedes has brothers here as well-safir and segwarides. safir was relatively popular, and shows up in many medieval texts, mostly alongside his older brother. i wouldn’t recommend reading le morte of all things for the characters of color though-if you really want to see what it’s all about, just skip to the parts they’re mentioned with ctrl + f, haha.

the romance of moriaen is a 12th century dutch romance from the lancelot compilation, named for its main character morien. morien, who is a black moor, is the son of sir aglovale, the brother of perceval. whilst gawaine and lancelot are searching for said perceval, they encounter morien, who is in turn searching for aglovale as he had abandoned morien’s mother way back when. i wholeheartedly recommend this text for people who might feel uncomfy with medieval lit. though the translation i’ve linked can be a bit tricky, the story is short, sweet, and easy to follow, and morien and his relationships (esp with gariet, gawaine’s brother) are all wonderful.

king artus (original hebrew text here) is a northern italian jewish arthurian text written in hebrew- it retells a bit of the typical conception of arthur story, as well as some parts from the death of arthur as well. i really can’t recommend this text enough-it’s quite short, with an easy-to-read english translation, going over episodes that are pretty familiar to any average reader while adding a lot of fun details and it’s VERY interesting to me from a cultural standpoint. i find the way how they adapt the holy grail (one of the most archetypal christian motifs ever) in particular pretty amazing. this is also a very beginner friendly text!

wolfram von eschenbach’s parzival (link to volume 1 and volume 2-this translation rhymes!) is a medieval high german romance from the early 13th century, based off de troyes’ le conte du graal while greatly expanding on the original story. it concerns parzival and his quest for the grail (with a rather unique take on it-he fails at first!), and also takes like one million detours to talk about gawaine as all arthurian lit does. the prominent character of color here is a noble mixed race knight called feirefiz, parzival’s half brother by his father, who after dueling with parzival, and figures out their familial connection, joins him on his grail quest. he eventually converts to christianity (..yeah.) to see the grail and all ends happily for him. however, this text is notable to me as it contains two named women of color-belacane, feirefiz’s black african mother, and secundilla, feirefiz’s indian wife. though unfortunately, both are pretty screwed over by the text and their respective husbands. though parzival is maybe my favorite medieval text i’ve read so far i don’t necessarily know if i’d recommend this one, because it is long, and can be confusing at times. however, i do think that when it comes to the portrayal of people of color, while quite poor by today’s standards, von eschenbach was trying his best?-of course, in reason for. a 13th century medival german christian but he treats them with respect and all these characters are actually characters. if you’re really interested in grail stories (and are aware of the more uncomfortably christian aspects of the grail story), and you like gawaine and perceval, i’d say go for it.

in the turk and sir gawain, an english poem from the early 16th century, gawaine and the titular turkish man play a game of tennis ball. i’m shitting you not. this text is pretty short, funnily absurd, and with most of the hallmarks of a typical quest (various challenges culminating in some castle being freed), so it’s an easier read. it’s unclear to me, but at the end of the story the turkish man turns into sir gromer, a noble knight, who may or may not be white which uh. consider my ‘....yeah’ typical at this point, but i don’t personally read it that way for my own sanity. also he throws the sultan (??) of the isle of man (????) into a cauldron for not being a christian so when it comes to respectful representation of poc this one doesn’t make it, but it does make this list.

the revenge of ragisel, or at least the version i’ve read (the eng translation of the dutch version from the lancelot compilation), die wrake van ragisel, starts off being about the mysterious murder of a knight, but eventually, as most stories do, becomes a varying series of adventures about gawaine and co. one of gawaine’s friends (see: a knight who he combated with for a hot sec and then became friends and allies with, as you do) is a black knight named maurus! he’s not really an mc, but he features prominently and he’s pretty entertaining, as all the characters in this are. i also recommend this highly, i was laughing the whole time reading it! it’s not too long and pretty wild, you’ll have a good romp. this is a good starter text for anyone in general!

i’ve not read the roman van walewein, which, as it says on the tin, is a 12th century dutch romance concerning some deeds of gawaine (if only gawaine was a canon poc, i wouldn’t need to make this list because he’s so popular...). i’m putting it on the list for in this, gawaine goes to the far eastern land of endi (india) and romances a princess named ysabele. i can’t speak to ysabele’s character or the respectfulness of her kingdom or representation, but i know she’s a major character and her story ends pretty well, so that’s encouraging. women of color, especially fleshed out woc, are pretty rare in arthurian lit. i’ve also heard the story itself is pretty wild, and includes a fox, which sounds pretty exciting to me!

now the next two things i’m going to mention aren’t really? texts that feature characters of color or jewish characters, but are rather more notable for being translations of existing texts into certain languages. wigalois is a german 13th century romances featuring the titular character (the son of, you guessed it, gawaine!) and his deeds. the second, jaufre, is the only arthurian romance written in occitan, and is a quite long work about the adventures of the knight jaufre, based on the knight griflet. what’s notable about these two works is that wigalois has a yiddish translation, and jaufre has a tagalog translation. wigalois’ yiddish translation in particular changed the original german text into something more fitting of the arthurian romance format as well as adding elements to make it more appealing for a jewish audience. the tagalog translation of jaufre on the other hand was not medieval, only coming about in 1900, but the philippines has had a long history of romantic tradition and verse writing, so i’m curious to see if it too adds or changes elements when it comes to the arthurian story, but i can’t find a lot on the tagalog version of jaufre unfortunately-i hope i can eventually!

this list of texts is also non-exhaustive! i’m just listing a couple of notoriety, and some to start with.

part iii: papers and academic analysis

so here’s just a dump of various papers i’ve read and collected on topics such as these-this is an inexhaustive and non-comprehensive list! if you have any papers you think are good and would like to be added here, shoot me an ask. i’ll try to include a link when i can, but if it’s unavailable to you just message me. * starred are the ones i really think people, especially white people, should at least try to read.

Swank, Kris. ‘Black in Camelot: Race and Ethnicity in Arthurian Legend’ *

Harrill, Claire. ‘Saracens and racial Otherness in Middle English * Romance’

Keita, Maghan. ‘Saracens and Black Knights’

Hoffman, Donald L. ‘Assimilating Saracens: The Aliens in Malory's ‘Morte Darthur’

Goodrich, Peter H. ‘Saracens and Islamic Alterity in Malory's ‘Le Morte Darthur’

Schultz, Annie. ‘Forbidden Love: The Arabic Influence on the Courtly Love Poetry of Medieval Europe’ *

Hardman, Philipa. ‘Dear Enemies: the Motif of the Converted Saracen and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’

Knowles, Annie. ‘Encounters of the Arabian Kind: Cultural Exchange and Identity the Tristans of Medieval France, England, and Spain’ *

Hermes, Nizar F. ‘King Arthur in the Lands of the Saracens’ *

Ayed, Wajih. ‘Somatic Figurations of the Saracen in Sir Thomas Malory’s Le Morte Darthur’

Herde, Christopher M. ‘A new fantasy of crusade: Sarras in the vulgate cycle.’ *

Rovang, Paul R. ‘Hebraizing Arthurian Romance: The Originality of ‘Melech Artus.’’

Rajabzdeh, Shokoofeh. ‘The Depoliticized Saracen and Muslim erasure’ *

Holbrook, Sue Ellen. ‘To the Well: Malory's Sir Palomides on Ideals of Chivalric Reputation, Male Friendship, Romantic Love, Religious Conversion—and Loyalty.’ *

Lumbley, Coral. ‘Geoffrey of Monmouth and Race’ *

Oehme, Annegret. ‘Adapting Arthur. The Transformations and Adaptations of Wirnt von Grafenberg’s Wigalois’ *

Hendrix, Erik. ‘An Unlikely Hero: The Romance of Moriaen and Racial Discursivity in the Middle Ages’ *

Darrup, Cathy C. ‘Gender, Skin Color, and the Power of Place in the Medieval Dutch Romance of Moriaen’ *

Armstrong, Dorsey. ‘Postcolonial Palomides: Malory's Saracen Knight and the Unmaking of Arthurian Community’ (note this is the only one i can’t access in its entirety)

part iv: supplemental material

here’s some other stuff i find useful to getting to know knights of color in arthurian legend, especially if papers/academic stuff/medieval literature is daunting! i’d really recommend you go through all of these if you can’t go through anything else-most are quick reads.

a magazine article on knights of color here, and this article about the yiddish translation of wigalois.

this video about characters of color in arthurian legend!

the performance of the translation of arabic in Libro del Caballero Zifar, and how it pertains to the matter of britain

a post by yours truly about women of color in parzival

this info sheet about palamedes, and this info sheet about ysabele-thanks to @/pendraegon and @/reynier for letting me use these!

this page on palamedes as well

this post with various resources on race and ethnicity in arthuriana-another thank you to @/reynier!

part v: how about modern day stories and adaptations?

there’s a lot of em out there! i’m not as familiar with modern stuff, but i will try to recommend medias i know where characters of color (including racebends!) are prominent. since i haven’t read/watched all (or truly most) of these, i can’t really speak on the quality of the representation though, so that’s your warning.

first of all, when it comes to the victorian arthurian revival, i know that william morris really liked palamedes! (don’t we all.) he features frequently in morris’ arthurian poetry, (in this beautiful book, he primarily features in ‘sir galahad, a christmas mystery’ and ‘king arthur’s tomb’. he has his own poem by morris here.)

and some other poems about palamedes, which i’d all recommend.

for movies, i know a knight in camelot (1998) stars whoopi goldberg as an original character, the green knight (2021) will star dev patel as gawaine.

some shows include camelot high, bbc merlin, disney’s once upon a time, and netflix’s cursed, all featuring both original characters of color and people of color cast as known arthurian figures.

for any music people, in ‘high noon over camelot’, an album by the mechanisms, mordred is played by ashes o’reilley, who in turn is performed by frank voss, and arthur is played by marius von raum who is perfomed by kofi young.

i’ve also heard the pendragon and the squire’s tales have palamedes as a relevant character if you’re looking for novels, as well as legendborn and the forgotten knight: a chinese warrior in king arthur’s court starring original protagonists of color!

part vi: going on from here

so, you’ve read some medieval lit, read some papers, watched some shows, and done all that. what now? well, there’s still so much out there!

if you have fanfiction, analysis, metaposts, fun content etc etc about arthurian poc, feel free to plug your content on this post! i’d be happy to boost it.

in general, if you’re a person of color or a jewish person and you’re into arthurian legend, feel free to promote your blog on this post as well! i would love to know more people active on arthurian tumblr who are nonwhite.

this is really just me asking for extra content, especially content made by poc, but that’s okay! arthurian legend is a living, breathing set of canons and i would love love love to see more fresh diversity within them right alongside the older stuff.

a very gracious thank you to the tumblr users whom i linked posts to on here, and thanks to y’all for saying you want to see this! i hope this post helped people learn some new things!

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