#[[I got a little bit darker with it than I think you intended

[jsbashirmd]

@lietwice sent:

[ smooth ] sender takes their time caressing over every part of receiver's body

Their first moment alone. After the camp and the rescue and the incredible mess of feelings that was watching Garak suffer through hell to save them all. After the gut-wrenching revelation that people hadn't even known he was gone--that a changeling had picked up his life...

But now it's just them. Julian hasn't even gone back to his quarters. He took what was possibly the longest shower of his life, dressed in newly-replicated boxer briefs that he could be certain the changeling had never worn, and laid himself down on Garak's bed, which somehow feels safer than his own now. And now he's being petted, which he can hardly blame Garak for with the mess of fur he's grown out in captivity. If nothing else, it's a novelty, and Julian does enjoy the feeling of Garak's hands carding through the hair on his chest.

"Garak?" he finally says, when hands rise to touch his face. He doesn't stop them, of course. "Did you think I was alive? When you realized, I mean. Did you believe I was alive or did you think I'd been killed for the changeling to take my place?"

[liquidstar]

oc req i got from a friend on cohost for these two hanging out! which eventually turned into me thinking "what if this is just saiph walking up to ramus unprompted on Guild Beach Day, but ramus fully forgot who he was since they last met" and that concept was funny enough to me that thats what the drawing became

but still, here's an edited (technically original) version under the cut bc i think eventually they start to talk for real anyway lol

[tinylilacbun]

I wonder how daddy!Rafe would react after catching sick little!reader, who is supposed to be resting, out of bed and playing with their toys

Rest

Pairing: dark!daddy!rafe x little!reader

warning: age regression, dark themes, drugging

A/n: this one got a bit darker than intended but I couldn't help myself bc I actually think this is how he would handle this situation in his twisted rafe way yk?

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He just wants what's best for you and when the doctor says you need to rest Rafe would most definitely make you rest, if you wanted to or not.

"You stay right here while daddy's makes some calls. I warn you once, just because you're sick doesn't mean I won't punish you if you dare to leave this bed, a'ight?" He looks at you sternly, tucking you in and tries not to smile at your pouty face, your arms crossed and kicking your leg one time.

"I wanna play! The bed is boring." You cough loudly, your throat burning like hell.

"And I want you to get healthy, so you're gonna rest and take your medicine later like a good girl." There was no room for arguing and you huff, turning your back to him and grabbing your tablet.

He just shakes his head, leaning down to kiss your head before leaving the room. Once you hear the door click shut you throw the blanket off your body. You got up from the bed and walked over to the big pile of stuffies, grabbing some of them you carry them to your little table where you have all your tea parties.

Rafe should've known better. He keeps forgetting that littles mostly don't understand common sense and don't see what's good for them and what's not. That's why you don't see why you can't keep doing what you normally do in little space, not understanding that if you don't rest that your body could get even more sick.

Half an hour later, after all calls have been dealt with and made a small request to Rose, Rafe went to check on you only to find you in fact not in your bed. Even though you were facing the door you haven't noticed him yet, still babbling to your lamb.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Rafe asks, standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, the frustration clear on his face.

You freeze, looking at him with wide eyes while he approaches you slowly.

"Didn't I tell you to rest? Care to explain how I find you sitting here and in fact not resting, huh?" He doesn't even give you a chance to speak, standing beside you he places his hand on your forehead and sighs loudly at feeling how your fever got worse. Suddenly you feel incredibly warm and a little dizzy.

"Don' feel good." You mumble, your body leaning against him automatically for comfort.

"Yeah, I figured that. That's what happens when you don't listen to daddy." He clicks his tongue before scooping you up, carrying you over to your bed.

Just as he lowers you down Rose walks in, holding one of your sippy cups and handing it to Rafe, looking a little concerned. "Are you sure you-"

"Thank you, Rose. I'll handle this on my way now." Rafe quickly cuts her off, shooting her a warning glare. You don't know what he means and just wave at Rose sweetly while coughing.

She just nods, giving you a small smile before walking off again, closing the door behind her.

He turns his attention back to you and smiles, holding the sippy out for you to take which you happily did, feeling how warm the cup it is. You sigh when the warm tea goes down your aching throat.

Rafe keeps brushing a hand over your hair, watching you empty the sippy and notices how your eyes already start to get droopy, trying your hardest to keep them open.

"There we go." He coos, gently grabbing the cup and placing it on your nightstand. "How you feelin' baby?"

"M'sleepy..." You yawn, pawing at your eyes.

"That's normal. That's your body trying to help you with your fever, just close your eyes." He says, covering you with your weighted blanket before kissing your forehead.

When he pulls back again he chuckles at you already sleeping, the drugs having you completely knocked out.

"Now you'll get all the rest you need."

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[olrinarts]

day 21: lanolin

Lambkits! (i know y'all call them shittens and that's valid but i don't think they'd call their own kids that so here we are) (crowns ended up looking more alarmed than intended, which was 'not at all' lmao)

following the end of constancy must transpose (you can read it here!), this is the first family portrait after the twins are born. Both Narinder and his daughter are just cuddled into the wool, with the son propped up against his dad's face bc the purr is soothing

short ramble on the twins/the lambkits in general/Lamb name drop bc why not

So once the Lamb remembers their own name, Esriaal (AE-sree-a'all, said with a bit of a baa on the last syllable, reason for the name is gonna be in the lore/ref posts i'm working on since it has a specific cultural reason), they start remembering other sheep names. Narinder insists that the kids have those from now on, for obvious reasons. Sheep names are usually drawn from angel names, as a fun lil contrast with all the demon names from the ars goetia, with spelling occasionally adjusted for the sheep pronunciations.

The older twin is a girl kitten named Israafil (EE-sra'a-feel, said with a bit of a baa in the middle), who's named for a friend of the Lamb before all of the sheep died. She has darker grey fur on her face/paws/end of her tail, and pale fur elsewhere; she has 3 eyes like her father.

The younger twin is a boy sheep named Harut (hah-ROOT) named for an important mentor/parental figure who was the last other sheep and the reason the Lamb survived. He's got black wool and two eyes.

it's only a few lambkits later that the Lamb and Narinder realise their kids are sometimes a little more mixed than usual, since these two follow the normal 'kid's race is identical to one of the parents' races' of my AUs

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: The Devildom had been your home for the last two years. As such, you were confident in your ability to carry out a few errands on your own every once in a while. So when you were told that none of the brothers could accompany you in your little shopping trip for project supplies, you were fine with it. You could handle getting those supplies on your own, you had reassured them. So how did a simple outing turn into such a disaster? Pairing: OM!Brothers with GN!MC (can be read as platonic or romantic) Genre: Slight angst, Hurt/Comfort TW: Mc gets hurt, mentions of injuries, mention of blood in Satan and Asmo's part, Satan and Asmo's part is a bit darker than the others, I ran out of ideas by the time I got to the twins

You leaned against a stone wall, panting heavily. Your eyes darted this way and that way, and a lump formed in your throat.

How did a simple outing turn into this?

You sucked in a breath, gingerly lifting the edge of your shirt to inspect your side. A big bruise decorated your lower torso, its redness a garish and painful reminder of the very dangerous situation you had barely made out of.

The Devildom had been your home for the last two years. As such, you were confident in your ability to carry out a few errands on your own every once in a while. After all, you couldn't always rely on your friends to follow you along everywhere, even if they said they didn't mind. So when you were told that none of the brothers could accompany you in your little shopping trip for project supplies, you were fine with it. You could handle getting those supplies on your own, you had reassured them.

And now you were here, hiding in one of the Devildom's many alleyways from the demons that were clearly after your life.

"How could you let them get away like that?!"

A whimper left your lips as you tried to make sense of where exactly you were in Devildom, and how to get back to the HOL without getting caught by your bloodthirsty pursuers.

"... Did you hear that?"

"Yes."

You cursed the naturally superior senses of demons, breaking out into a run in the opposite direction of the voices. You could see streetlights and hear the hustle and bustle associated with Devildom's marketplace. Maybe you would be able to lose them in the midst of the crowd there?

You could hear footsteps behind you, internally thanking that you had taken up on Beel's offers to work out together. Your stamina couldn't fail you, not when those demons had cast a spell that locked your magic and your influence over your pacts. In other words, everything you knew and had was practically useless.

Just a little more, please!

Please!

The universe seemed to take pity on you finally as you saw a familiar figure in the crowd. You could almost cry from the relief, calling out his name as loud as you could.

Lucifer

"LUCIFER!"

Lucifer did not know what to think when he heard you yell his name, followed by you almost barreling into him. If not for his instincts being as quick and precise as they are, you both would have fallen to the ground. And he intended to let you know just how reckless and dangerous that was, at least until he saw you clutching your side with pain on your face. The concern that he'd pushed to the back of his mind in favour of scolding you came back in full force, and he cupped your face, using his magic to soothe you and check what was wrong.

"MC? What is the matter, hm?"

The absolute concern and care in his voice caused the dam to burst, and all of the panicked and scared feelings that you had set aside in favour of finding your way back home appeared in the form of tears. Lucifer pulled you into his arms, the way you were crying, hiccupping and stuttering over your words as you told him everything making him tense up slightly.

Once you were calm enough, he took you to a nearby restaurant, paying for a private area. He ordered a few dishes, and while you waited, he asked you to describe the demons' appearance. He kept you next to him, tracing circles on the back of your hand closest to him as you did, carefully listening (and recording everything on his DDD). When the food finally came, he asked you to start eating, claiming he wasn't hungry yet.

Lucifer hummed reading Mammon's message. Out of all of his brothers, he knew he could count on Mammon to show some restraint and bring the lowly things that dared to harm his human in front of Lucifer, without immediately killing them on sight. He would prefer to not tell his brothers of this incident, but one look at you and they would figure out something was wrong.

Lucifer: Mammon.

Lucifer: Some demons tried to harm MC. This is a description of them. Find them.

att. recording

Mammon: On it.

"Lucifer?" Garnet eyes flew upwards to meet yours, instincts still on high alert for the first sign of discomfort. "Yes, MC?"

You lightly raised your fork to his lips, a wordless request to feed him. Peculiar, that even when you were the one shaken in spirit and hurt physically, you thought about his well-being. It was nowhere near the time he had his lunch. He knew it, and he knew that you did as well. But, he decided to indulge you, letting you feed him and yourself, while he used his magic to counter the spell cast on you and speed up your healing process.

Lucifer escorted you back to the HOL, his hand on the small of your back as he assured you that Levi would get you your supplies from Akuzon. As you neared the house, you could make out Satan standing at the door, a serious look on his face that melted into a gentle smile the moment your eyes met. Lucifer handed you over to Satan after pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Rest, my dear. I have some business to attend to, but I should be home before dinner." He looked as Satan ushered you inside, Asmo's fussing over you audible through the closed doors. Lucifer turned and walked away, eager to see who were foolish enough to try to harm his human, his master.

Mammon

"MAMMON!"

"Who- MC?!?!"

Mammon nearly had a heart attack when you yelled his name. When he turned and saw you sprinting toward him with no sign of slowing down? He was scared out of his mind. Before he knew it, he had rushed forward to meet you halfway, causing the two of you to collide fairly painfully. You didn't fall over like most would think. Unfortunately, in his well meaning attempt to stabilize you, Mammon accidently squeezed right on your bruise, causing you to jolt away from him with a pained yelp. "Woah- Are ya okay?!" he asked, face concerned as his eyes jumped from looking you up and down to scanning the crowd for any possible dangers.

You desperately tried to stop yourself from crying as you quickly gave him a brief summary of what had happened to you. His eyes darkened at the mention of the bruise, muttering apologies and incoherent swears as he pulled you into his embrace.

Mammon let out a low whistle, and the next thing you knew, there was a crow sitting on his shoulder. You could swear it looked sad as it saw you clutching onto Mammon, who spoke to you in a calming manner. "Look, I know ya probably don't want to talk about this, and I really don't blame ya... but do you remember anything about those... vermin that dared to hurt you?" he asked you, one hand rubbing your back ad he glared at any demon that stared at the two of you. His cheeks were darkened slightly, though whether that was from anger or holding you so close, you didn't know. Still, you answered his question to the best of your ability, while Mammon and his familiar listened attentively. After you were done, Mammon decided it was time to go back home, giving his familiar some instructions before letting it go.

Mammon refused to let go of you the entire walk back to the HOL. Once you reached home, he walked past all of his brothers, ignoring them till they two of you reached his room. Opening the door, he murmured for you to go in and rest while he talked to his brothers.

It took him a while before he came back to you. You were sitting on the couch staring off into nothing. Mammon sighed as he walked over to you, sitting beside you. His arm came around your shoulders, pulling you in close. "Whatcha thinking 'bout, Treasure?"

You let out a shaky sigh, pushing yourself back into Mammon like he was the only thing keeping you from completely coming undone. Mammon worried at the lack of response from you as he brought his other hand to hold you properly. "You're safe now, MC. Lucifer'll take care of everything once the kids find them," he said, smiling when you chuckled at him referring to his crows as his kids. That's how the two of you stayed, till Levi came to inform him that the demons to tried to hurt you were caught.

You had fallen asleep a while back, so Mammon picked you up, careful not to wake you, and placed you on his bed. After tucking you in properly and making sure you were as comfortable as possible, he followed Levi out of his room. It was time to teach a lesson to the ones who dared to take his human from him.

Leviathan

"LEVI!"

Levi had not anticipated leaving the house would result in you barreling into him in one of Devildom's busiest streets. In his surprise at your shout, he transformed into his demon form, his tail wrapping around you securely as you both fell onto the ground.

"Ouch... M-Mc? Are you okay?" Levi asked, his voice slightly shaky as his heart raced inside his chest. You laid on top of him, unmoving, which concerned him more than anything else. He lightly shook you, hoping to get a reaction out of you, "Mc?"

His heart calmed a bit when he felt you tightening your hold on his clothes, but immediately started racing at twice the previous speed when he saw you shaking in his arms. Gently, he pried your face away from its hiding spot on his chest, hands shaking as he tilted your face up to look at you.

Levi stopped breathing when he saw your eyes filled with tears, his mind blanking out on everything else as his gaze narrowed in on your face; more specifically, the little cut you had gotten on your bottom lip.

"Who... who dared to put their filthy hands on you?" he asked, in a low and dangerous voice. He wasn't the otaku Levi you knew and loved anymore. Right now, he was Leviathan, the third of the Seven Deadly Sins, and the General of Hell's Navy. But he made you feel incredibly safe as he tenderly cupped your face in his hands, as if he was handling one of his beloved figurines.

As you narrated the entire incident, Levi began to grow more and more agitated. In between hissing that this is why he prefers to shop online and fretting over your well-being, he somehow managed to flood the market square and summon Lotan.

Lotan, ever in tune with his master's wishes and emotions, sensed the demonic trails left on you by the spell, and went off to hunt the demons down, while Levi stayed behind with you.

Once Levi calmed down a little, he insisted on taking you back to the House of Lamentation. He knew Lotan would find the demons for him, toying with them to keep itself occupied while waiting for further instructions from its master. As he walked you home, he was quiet. In his mind, he was thinking of the ways he could inflict the most gruesome of pain on those that sought to harm his Henry.

Maybe he could convince you to move into his room with him. That way, he would be able to keep an eye on you better...

For now, though, he would stick to taking you home, and buying you whatever you needed off of Akuzon.

Satan and Asmodeus

"ASMO!"

Asmo turned at the sound of your voice, an excited smile on his face that dropped the second he saw the panic on yours as you rushed into his open arms. He let out an oof, the force from your throwing yourself at him making him lose his footing and stumble, only to be saved by Satan standing behind him.

"Mc, darling!" "Mc, are you alright?" Both the demons spoke at once, two pairs of eyes trained on your figure as they both sensed the panic lingering in you. Asmo lightly trailed his hand over your back, pressing you close to his chest as he asked, "What happened, darling?"

Through stuttered breaths and coughs you told them that you were being pursued by some demons, mentioning the bruise and the fact that they cast a spell on you to leave you helpless. You watched as something dark and lethal flashed in Asmodeus' eyes before your attention was captured by Satan abruptly leaving your side.

Before you could go after him, Asmo placed a hand on your shoulder. "Let him take care of this, darling. Why don't I take you back home and help you relax? You've had a very difficult day, after all." When you hesitated, he gave you a small pout, his eyes shining brightly in a way that reminded you of a puppy. "Please~ Let me pamper you, help you forget all of this? Satan will be fine..." he said, voice slightly whiny as he clung to your arm, careful not to aggravate any of your injuries.

When you finally relented and let him walk you back to the House of Lamentation, you missed the way Asmo looked off into the direction Satan had left for a brief moment, a cruel fascination in his eyes.

Once home, he quickly ushered you into his private bathroom, running a warm bath for you and adding the scents he knew you preferred. He left you alone in the bathroom after ensuring you had everything you needed, and telling you to call for him if you wanted his company as he shut the door behind him.

Asmo thoroughly pampered you when you walked out of the bathroom, refreshed and somewhat relaxed after your bath. He smothered you with his affection, but you didn't mind. You never did.

It was quite late when Satan returned, walking into Asmo's room to find you sleeping peacefully, your head on Asmo's lap as the demon ran his fingers through your soft hair. Satan smiled, his hand almost resting on your cheek, when Asmo smacked his hand away. "Don't get that filthy blood on them," he said, his usual bubbly nature nowhere to be found as he glared at the blood decorating Satan's hands. Satan nodded in understanding, before leaving the room to get cleaned up.

When he returned, he saw Asmo gently setting a pillow under your head and tucking you in his bed. The Avatar of Lust stood straight after ensuring you were still sleeping, before turning to his brother. "I hope you left some for me?~"

Satan smirked. "I did. I even went ahead and strapped them into those machines you like to use." Asmo giggled, the sound tainted with a sadistic sort of glee.

"This will be fun~"

Beelzebub and Belphegor

"BEEL!"

Beel let out a confused hum as he turned. His eyes widened, protective instincts rampant as he saw you running towards him, and the bag of chips in his hand fell to the ground as he moved to get to you first.

You crashed into him, his arms winding around your back to keep you from falling. "Mc?" came Belphie's voice, as he looked over to where you and Beel were standing. The youngest demon's eyes narrowed in on the slight trembling of your body as you caught your breath in Beel's arms.

Beel looked down at you with a concerned look, then back at his twin. Belphie approached the two of you, gently touching your back and providing the comfort that you so desperately needed. He observed you carefully, trying to pry out what had happened, while Beel scanned the surroundings for any threats.

Soon enough, you told them everything. Belphie's eyes hardened, causing you to flinch at the murderous glint in his eyes. Unbeknownst to you, Beel shared similar feelings with his twin.

"Let's get you home," Belphie said, his voice gentle when he addressed you, with his words making it clear it was not a suggestion he would let you talk him out of. Beel nodded, and the three of you started the journey home.

The entire walk home, Beel did most of the talking, telling you of the doughnuts he and Belphie had gotten from Uncle Demon's. Belphie was content with mostly listening, adding his two cents whenever Beel asked him something.

As soon as you guys reached the House of Lamentation, you were pulled into the attic for a nap by the Avatar of Sloth, while his twin went and informed Lucifer of everything.

When Beel came up to the attic, he found you peacefully sleeping, your head on Belphie's arm and your legs tangled with the youngest. Belphie lay awake, his vibrant eyes watching over your sleeping figure vigilantly.

Beel got into the bed as well, protectively curling around your back as his hand rested on your hip. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of them; they knew that they would soon have the people who tried to harm their human in their grasp.

And once they did, they would not hesitate to show exactly why they were lauded as two of the seven rulers of the devildom.

[cinhomi]

It’s 🎀 again so hear me out ok!.Dilf!Felix wo is your friend’s dad….

(That’s all I’m saying)

WOAH WOAH WOAH my cutie coquette anon I'm on my knees for you this is beautiful (sorry for the long wait love, hope I'll be forgiven with this one)

edit: I went pretty wild with this so uhm...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age difference, cheating, breeding kink, degradation

okay but, let's figure out his appereance first yeah? he aged like fine wine. not a wrinkle in sight, maybe just the ones around his eyes and mouth, he doesn't bleach his hair anymore so they are now dark, but no grey accents are in sight. a faint trace of beard makes his chin appear a bit rough, his freckles are darker and doubled over his body, after so many summers spent on the beach - where he had sex more often than his own bed.

so you see this handsome man with a black turtleneck, elegant pants with a leather belt, gold accents around him: a thin necklace, the buckle of the belt, his ring. he comes in the kitchen where you and your friend are revising stuff for an upcoming presentation... you haven't known her for too long, so it's the first time you're at her house. and it's the first time you see her dad. and you also can't help but close your thighs together when your eyes linger a bit too much on his figure.

"hi sweetheart, are you perhaps the girl my sunshine always talks about?" oh, oh... his voice is deep... it's so unexpected, it makes your chest throb from the sound, and also from the way he looks at you.

and really, it's inevitable. you're such a gorgeous young girl, smart, witty, so sweet around him... your friend finds it weird that you're so interested in her dad, always asking her about him, batting your eyelashes at him when you're in the same room. but when you have dinner together he sists across from his wife, so, well, the spot beside him is the only one available, and he also can't help but nudge his elbow with yours when he compliments you, and he can't stop his hands from caressing your legs under the table. you don't say anything about it, so he figures that it's okay.

and, to be honest, you wouldn't expect it from Felix, but he's growing tired of his marriage. he's bored. he's always been loyal, devoted, he always worshipped the ground his wife walked on, but she's not the same anymore and now it's just them exchanging few words during the day and sleeping far apart on the same bed. anyone outside the four walls of his house would say they're still the perfect couple, but a little peak inside would make the last remains of their marriage collapse. that's why they don't talk about it. and, they also don't want to make their daughter worry, even if she's old enough to understand.

but when you enter their lives... it's so over for him. he should feel bad that his cock gets rock hard when he thinks about you, so much younger than him, his daughter's new friend, but in reality he's even more excited at the idea of it all. he does ask himself if with age he got to develop weird fantasies and if there's something wrong with his brain, but when you act like an innocent sweet deer in front of him, there are only images of him ruining you forever in his brain. maybe it's the thrill of the age difference, a little corruption kink, the fact that it's wrong and taboo.

so you play a little game and have to much fun with it. you flirt in front of everyone and they see it as something cute, not twisted and contorted like you two intend. you wearing your most accentuating colthes is just a coincidence. he starts to wear sweats and not underwear at home, but it's also a coincidence. it's also a coincidence that when you friend and her mother go out together you find yourself at her house and her father is also there!

"don't you feel like a little slut? huh? fucking your friend's father- fuck this little pussy..." he mumbles as he's deep inside you. as soon as you arrived he was all over you, caressing, kissing, licking. he felt the fabric of your pants under his palms, and then he slowly took off your skimpy clothes. Felix, he took you to his bedroom, where he usually sleeps with his wife... and if it didn't make you wetter than the Pacific Ocean you'd be lying.

he made you lay down, spread your legs, took his index and middle finger to close around your clit and looked at you writhing on top of the already messy sheets. he got all over yous chest, biting your tender flesh, feeling your firm breasts and looked at them, hypnotized by your pretty nipples and their shape. ah, he forgot how a woman could be so beautiful and magic...

Felix fingered you. nice and slow, because he wanted to collect your juices first of all, and he wanted to have them straight from the source. so he also ate you out. and he fucking moaned while doing so. "you taste- taste heavenly sweetheart, oh my god. oh my- you're so much better than my wife-" and after his words he finds himself squished between your thighs. he doesn't mind.

and when he breached your cunt with his cock, oh, he threw his head back. his grip on your sides getting harder and his thrusts powerful. he looks at you in adoration as he watches you bite your hands to be quiet, hiding your jiggling tits, squirming with your legs around him.

his adam apple is prominent, you see it move as he swallows. his lips part and low desperate grunts leave from them increasing together with his speed. "good girl, fuck- fuck you're such a good girl..." and he says that because you're letting him use you however he wants. a hand suddenly caresses your cheek, just to travel down to your lips, your neck, your cleavage, until his leverage is by holding a breast and your side. but Felix also flips you so that your face is squished between the cushions decorating the bed. he hovers over you and makes his pelvis slap against you, lost in the feeling of your walls sucking him in, making him hiss and almost protest from how much it feels good. he's about to pull out when you whine and plea him to cum inside. oh, he must have such a huge load in store...

but at the request electricity gets through his whole body and he spasms in shock. this time he isn't in the right mind to question his fantasies.

"what if I knock you up sweetie? huh? wouldn't that be a biiig mess pretty girl?" and your cunt clenches again, and again, and again, it seems like you want to milk him, forcefully make him spill inside. "you're such a filthy whore, god the sweet ones always turn out to be the dirtiest..." and he knows because, well, of course he had girls all over him before marrying.

he does, in fact, end up cumming inside you. and he gets you with your calfs on his shoulders again, to try taste the mix of the two of you. Felix, poor man... he gets so addicted to you, he doesn't wait to be alone with you and takes you even with his daughter and his wife still in the house.

"shhh- sh sh pretty, you don't want them to hear you hm? or else everyone will know how disgusting you are, 'kay?"

[omaano]

SW Hades AU August Update

Links and previous updates: May - June - July, everything else in this AU

In contrast to the July update, I didn't make as much progress in August as I'd intended, but all the same I'm quite happy with what I get to share with you here:

In the previous poll I only promised to get Echo and Fives to lines and flat colours by this (more than a bit belated) update, but thanks to @lesquatrechevrons keeping me company while I was working on them I managed to get the Domino Twins character art to a state of "almost finished". (I had posted them as "finished" but that was before I realized that I'd forgotten to add the little specks of neon colour to them, but oh well, I hate that stage anyway XD)

I also did some brainstorming with the amazing @elwinged about all the characters, as well as the various weapons and their aspects for this AU. They had some great theories and ideas, and also made me actively think about these things, which was real fun!

Before I go into some ramblings about what went into Echo and Fives' art and design (gotta pad this update with something, and some of you seemed to enjoy it with Omega last time), let's have another poll for next month! I've looked over my table of characters and plans, and I came to the delightful realization that I've made far better progress than how it feels on a day-to-day basis. So maybe it's time to work a bit on the boon-giver characters for a change:

Also would anyone be interested in a taglist for these updates, or are you all fine with me just putting these out whenever and let tumblr do its thing in getting them to you? (send me an ask or reply here if yes, I know my tumblr is a mess XD)

Now on to some thoughts on Echo and Fives:

Depicted but not illustrated in its fullest is that Rex has been a constant presence next to Echo and Fives (and to Cody, too, previous to that). It bears repeating that I really wanted to make sure that the clones are the same in size, and share as many colours as possible (so Cody also stood around as moral support when it came to Fives' hair). So you can also see how the shading on their faces are very similar in their shapes, except for the shadows in that part where nose, cheek and mouth meet, because I wanted to make the Dominoes look a bit younger.

Same with how Rex still has that wrinkle in his forehead that I oddly fixate on so much (don't ask), but Echo and Fives very clerly don't. I'll claim that it had been a completely conscious decision, and not just time passing between the two designs - well over half a year - during which I got it into my head that I should depict the clones during wartime as close to their barely-20-ish age as possible.

One thing I didn't commit to enough though (because I chickened out) was to make Fives look a bit more "dead" and ghostly before I put the blue-green soft light adjustment layer on him was the deeper and darker circles under his eyes, and I fully intended to leave out the light reflection from his eyes... but in the end I went back and added a duller shine to them because I'm weak, it's barely visible and he looked too grumpy and mean already T^T I also didn't want to make his cheeks more hollow or anything, because then I would just feel bad and weird about taking away the roundness from their shapes that I've worked so hard to put on them.

As I was working on this piece I've also thought a lot on the style that I've been trying to mimic through this project.

The thing that gave me pause is that I see more and more of my own style slipping into these pieces, I allow my lines to round out more... and I can claim that it is mostly because that's the compromise I can make with the clones, but I open up and look at Hades references less and less, and I just go freely with what's stuck in my brain while I'd tried to wrap my mind around the style when I first went at it.

I've also always had trouble with grouping my shadows and shapes, and this is exactly what I should be pushing more from now on forward. I keep letting myself get distracted by all the tiny details that I so enjoy to put into my work (case in point all that scarring on Echo, and even Fives' hair - as well as Cody's previously, but I didn't know how else to convey the texture of their hair in less and larger shapes). Hades character designs always feel so rich with detail, but at the same time they are a lot more streamlined than what I'd do if i let my own instincts and desires run wild. I'll try to work with that in the future!

Last but not least a few words on Echo's armor:

I'm slowly but surely stretching my artistic muscles a little and going a bit off-model for the characters, so I wanted Echo to wear armor that is a mix of his ARC and Bad Batch commando armor. So he's got the old plates on his arms (where he still has one LOL), all the straps and pouches (and both blasters!) and old kama hanging from his belt, as well as the hand print paint (because that is personally very very important to me that he has it). Then, beause I desperately needed some other colour in my characters that's not blue or black or grey, he's got elements of the red and orange paint he wears later in TBB (I really wanted him to have that orange stripe down the middle of his chest piece too, but I couldn't make it work with the handprint :() I'm real happy with this balance, and particularly with the shades of blue in his worn paint ^^

I also really wanted to give him a hand (I'll never not be frustrated at how Echo was kept literally handicapped with only his left hand to shoot and grab things (and people) with. It's good that he'd been an ARC and trained in dual wielding, but in a world where people keep losing their appendages (and sometimes half of their bodies) as if it was np big deal at all, it couldn't have been too difficult to get him a hand!! ANYWAYS. I'd first learned how to draw mechanical prosthetic hands/arms during my time in the Overwatch fandom, and I don't think I could draw them any other way (especially the fingers and the lights showing through in their joints) than how I'd done for Cole Cassidy way back when he still had a different name XD

I know there is a relatively limited way in how and what parts you can use to build up a hand/forearm, but I just cannot unsee it, and I thought I'd share this tidbit fun fact as well XD

I hope you enjoyed these ramblings, and I promise to try and keep to the normal mid-month-ish schedule for September!

[gorboble]

So, Meta Flowey. Encore Flowey. whatever you wanna call it. I wanna discuss it rq

I believe I have a pretty solid explanation for the specimens (intentional by the devs or not,) and I've come to one conclusion: They're based on childhood fears. Let me explain each one.

Clay

This one is a bit obvious, at least to me. I think it's based on how kids will see claymation and get scared of it, you know? Like Mabel in that one episode of Gravity Falls. Might have something to do with Uncanny Valley.

Polygonal

Another obvious one. This is based on late 90's games when 3d was becoming a thing. The kind that is mostly good fun until one moment when the scariest enemy known to man comes out and has you quit the game for 6 months. Like Majora's Mask! Every kid was scared of that game, weren't they?

Patchwork

Creepy dolls, and such. Maybe just the slight discomfort you feel when you go into a room in grandma's house, the one where she sews blankets and toys. I always had a slightly unnerving feeling when it came to stuff like that. This one might be a little more personal, but it's valid.

Now, these next ones weren't so obvious. I had to do a little reaching for them.

Mechanical

It just wasn't quite obvious to me at first. This one is based on how heavy machinery may scare children and make them nervous. It's unknown and foreign to them. They don't know anything about it, but they have a feeling that they'll get hurt if they aren't careful with it (and they're right! machinery will kill you if you're not careful!)

Also guns. Guns can be scary to kids. I hope.

Organic

Now, I would say this one is the fear of doctor visits. But... it's gotta be more than that. You hear the beeping and see blood cells and such. You probably won't see that at a check-up. I think it's a bit deeper than that.

I think this is the fear of going to hospitals in general. A bit more serious than the doctor's office. It could be for a serious, painful disease the child has contracted, or... it could be visiting a loved one while they're in medical care, maybe after a horrible accident, or a terminal illness. The song supports this sort of dread regarding the inevitable loss of family. And the beeping at the end... yeah. This one is pretty grim.

Paper

specimen paper was the hardest phase to think about. Mostly because... who the hell out there is afraid of paper? I know there's a phobia for it, but it's rare.

So, I looked further into it. Paper airplanes and paper balls are flying around as attacks. And in the music? Laughter and talking.

I think this is bullying. It doesn't play into the... paper flowey, but I couldn't find any other fitting explanation. At least for this theory. Because, again, paper isn't exactly a common childhood fear that people have. Neither is bullying... but it's a huge issue in schools and is a lot more scarring than something you might find scary as a 6-year-old.

Also, note how Flowey doesn't move in this phase. Along with the organic phase. They feel really empty compared to the others, in a good way. It paints the picture of darker memories than just a scary enemy you encountered in SM64. It could also bring up some questions about Clover's past..

remember this post was entirely theoretical and probably not intended by the devs. i just wanted to write this lol. anyways i think im done. i wanted to make this post for a while now but i just now got to it at like midnight on a Friday ok byeeeee

[bythepen98]

N/ purely self-indulgent hhh, plus I always wanted to do something like this when I read a good fic. First attempt at making a webcomic.

Based on @rayshippouuchiha's ShikaNaru fic "The Brightest Flame (The Darkest Shadow)" :D

Rated: M

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, BAMF Uzumaki Naruto, Genderfluid Character, Yandere Shikamaru Nara, Smitten Shikamaru Nara, Naruto with Tsunade's Strength, Love At first Chakra Enhanced Strike,.... etc.

Chapters (so far): 2/?

Summary:

Shikamaru’s never felt chakra so vibrant and warm before.

The log that Naruto’s been punching shatters clean apart, reduced to little more than splinters under the devastating force of his chakra enhanced blow.

Shocked and more than a bit startled, Shikamaru wheezes loudly, the sound carrying across the clearing and causing Naruto to abruptly turn and look in his direction.

And in that single moment Shikamaru is lost.

[excerpt]

...because Shikamaru is a Nara to the core, is the strongest they've seen in generations, and the Nara have always been a clan of Shadows after all.

and what does the shadow crave more than the light?

Naruto, with his ocean blue eyes and his golden hair swaying in the breeze his attack had created, shines as bright as the sun itself.

And Shikamaru intends to have him.

(edit: forgot to add this)

..."so much for that quiet wife and two ordinary kids idea."

"Time for a new plan." Because, really, there's no way life with Naruto is going to be any form of quiet or normal.

....Shikamaru's entire life plan has to be thrown out the window and then redrawn from scratch.

Either way Shikamaru's not actually all that upset about his entire life being thrown into an abrupt upheaval.

After all, convincing Naruto to marry him as soon as possible will be well worth the effort.

Naruto's pretty sure this is the closest they've ever actually been to one another outside of the few times they've been paired up to spar in class.

"What're you doing after this?" Shikamaru asks, one hand coming out of his pocket to reach out and play idly with the dangling sleeve of Naruto's kimono.

"After training?" Naruto keeps one eye on Shikamaru's hand...

"More like for the rest of your life," Shikamaru says. "But sure, we can start with training."

Naruto blinks.

.....[Naruto's] not really sure what, exactly, is happening here but he thinks this might mean Shikamaru wants to be his friend now.

Ah my sweet summer child.

Not an exact play by play of what was written in the fic, only the gist I guess and the moment that rly stuck in my head and got me giggling in my pillow.

My love for the "oblivious pure(?) mc and their darker, possessive s/o" trope has struck again. Couldn't've stopped myself from finishing this even when sleep-deprived, which I currently am right now. Had fun challenging myself with this too and might attempt it again with a future chapter or other works depending on my schedule. I'm occupied with studying this month so making something time extensive like this won't happen for awhile yet.

Excitedly waiting for updates :D

[the-raindeer-king]

Monster au (no content warning. Gn reader, use of y/n, reader is a medium)

The two of them always show up late in the evening, far after the sun has set. It's easy to clock which one of them is a vampire, especially since you've never really seen him eat anything. He'll order something, sure. But the food always gets packed away in a to-go box that Johnny takes.

You learn through Johnny that the other man's name is Simon. Oddly normal name for a vampire, you think. But maybe he hasn't been around long. You don't bother asking, it seems rude too.

But that's the routine. Johnny and Simon come in late, sit in your section, and have dinner. Sometimes you take your break with them. It doesn't feel like you're forcing yourself into their little group. Hell, Johnny's your roommate. But sometimes, the way Simon stares at you makes butterflies erupt in your tummy and heats your cheeks.

You're pleasantly surprised when Simon comes in with someone else tonight. It's not a complete shock; Johnny's preoccupied with the full moon. But you've never seen them come in with anyone else, and you've certainly never seen this man before.

You head over to his table with a smile, already pulling your pen out of your apron pocket. “Hey, Si. You're here early,” you comment. A technical truth. The sun had set only thirty minutes ago; the sky still aglow with the remains of the day.

“Soap said you don't work late tonight,” he replies.

Another truth. One of the new girls took your typical shift, meaning you'd have been long gone by the time Simon normally comes in.

“Couldn't lose your favorite server,” you joke, noting the way his eyes crinkle, a sign he's smiling under his medical mask.

You turn to his friend, an apologetic smile on your face. “Where are my manners? I'm Y/N. I'll be your server tonight.”

Both men stare at you, different looks on their faces. Simon's eyebrows are furrowed together, confusion dancing across his eyes. The other man, dark hair and even darker eyes, stares at you in shock, mouth agape.

“Love, who are you talking to?” Simon asks carefully, his honeyed eyes darting between you and the other man.

“Your friend,” you answer, reality already settling heavy in your chest. You've gotten pretty good at telling the difference between the living and the dead, and haven't had a slip up in awhile. Only to ruin it all in front of the man you've been trying to impress.

“I, uh, I mean… let me get you some water,” you awkwardly fumble out, turning and practically running away.

You fumble around in the kitchen for fifteen minutes, hoping maybe he'll just leave. But that's the thing with the undead: they've got endless patience. Simon's practically glaring holes into the other side of the booth, as you return with a glass of ice water.

“Sit.”

It's not a question, and you know better than to argue. The other man scoots over, and you sit beside him. Subconsciously, you wrap your hands around the glass of the cup, the cold grounding you to the present situation.

The man moves his hand slowly, mouthing something as he does. It takes you a second to realize that he’s using sign language, that either he didn’t speak during life or his death removed the ability to. You don’t ask, just appreciate that he’s signing slowly so you can keep up.

“Your nickname was Roach?” you ask, outloud, missing the way Simon’s posture changes at the statement.

The man explains that his name is Gary, but Simon knows him as Roach. They were in the military together, before Simon got turned. This is news to you, as you had only gathered bits and pieces of Simon’s life from the things Johnny and him had dropped during casual conversation. Which, in all honesty, wasn’t a lot of information.

Finally, you turn to look at Simon, who stares like he’s seen a ghost (pun not intended). He stares intensely at the spot where Gary sits, like if he stares hard enough he’ll be able to see him. After a moment, he turns his dark eyes on you, frowning.

“So, you can see the dead?” he asks.

“I prefer the term medium, but yes, I can see the dead,” you agree. “Can hear them too, sometimes. It depends on the spirit.”

Simon sighs, leaning back in the booth. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to go off on you. For a man, literally and metaphorically, surrounded by the ghosts of his past, he’s equally impressed as he is pissed that you didn’t say anything sooner. But, for now, he needs to know what Roach wants. The man deserves peace, after everything they went through together.

“Okay, so what does he want?”

“What?”

“Sanderson. What does he want?”

Now, it’s your turn to stare in confusion, eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

Simon grumbles under his breath for a moment. “Don’t ghosts usually linger when they’ve got unfinished business, or whatever? So, if he’s still hanging around, then what’s the issue? Why hasn’t he passed on yet?”

“Oh, uh…” you reply, glancing over at Gary, who shrugs in response.

You learned pretty early on that, in some cases, the deceased just can’t move on. Sometimes it’s because they need help moving on, a burial in the wrong spot, missing important items, ect. Tangible things that they have no power in controlling. But, sometimes, it’s because they’re stuck in eternal limbo, better known as purgatory, condemned to wander the earth forever. But you’ve got a feeling that telling Simon this isn’t going to end well, so you keep it to yourself for now.

“He, uh, he doesn’t know,” you tell Simon, who looks like he might blow a gasket.

[izasbjdphoto]

A Breakdown of my New Impldoll 1/4 Plump Body (with a MNF Alicia head)

So I've had this body since April, as I ordered right at the release of the Impldoll 1/4 Plump body in real skin back in January/February 2024 to make use of the event to get extra hands and feet. I also got the Susu head, but I split it off with @poupeesdecirque (who made an amazing modded hybrid out of it) as I didn't need it.

I had intended at first to hybrid my DiM Gayane on the body, but then I realized that despite all the annoyance I had with her default body, I didn't see her as super curvy... So I decided to put my Fairyland MNF Alicia on it.

Here she is once I got her a dress. There is nothing slim about this body, so don't even bother getting her slim mini clothes, they will not fit. The dress is intended for Iplehouse JID girls with the glamour bust (my girl has the large bust), but I do think she can share shoes with MNFs from what I've noticed, as mine is wearing her old MNF sized shoes easily.

I'm gonna post the nude doll body pics under the read more cut:

Let's take a brief look at the body upon opening it. Look, no flat butt!! I gotta say, the level of detail on this body is insane. Like the detailing along the areola and the finger knuckles are beautifully done.

The one thing I am a little confused on is that her groin lacks all definition. It's just an odd choice with such a body, as she has even defined knuckles on her toes, but they haven't put anything there for girl dolls since the SGB Star Body, that one didn't have any crotch detailing.

Oh well, not much I can do about that other than mod it myself. But since my girl doesn't go commando, I don't care enough to add the detailing myself.

Now let's compare the Fairyland MNF A-Line girl body to the Impldoll 1/4 plump body. The Impldoll body is a good bit taller and thicker!

I took off the S-Hook and put a 3D Printed neck key on it as the neck would be way too short with just a washer. MNFs have really thick necks on top, so there is gapping, but it's no noticeable one the wig is on. Let's get a good turnaround view:

In the side and back view the gapping his more noticeable, but she stands solid. I did wire her arms legs as she liked to kick herself, but now she is great.

Impldoll even sent her with some coated wire to install as the owner. I used aluminum wire from my own stock as the Impldoll one was a titch too weak and thin to hold up against the elastic.

She sits easily on her legs, and can easily sit with her knees raised to her chest. The engineering is really nice on this aesthetic body, and Impldoll provides a lot of colors to choose from.

But do keep in mind any non "standard" colors (color matching and darker resins) there will be a good several month delay in getting your order. They mentioned this on their Instagram recently as people got worried about waiting 6+ months for dolls that others received within 3 or less months (I ordered a standard color, so it was fast).

I'll end the post with a small resin comparison. I have many other normal skins I can compare, to Impldoll real skin, such as DV normal pink and normal (yellow toned), 2D Doll normal yellow, DFA normal pink, TD Doll normal pink, etc... so just let me know if you want a resin comparison and I will do so.

Thanks for looking!

[kitten4sannie]

I want your thoughts on this: how big do you think the members of Ateez are? Like in inches what’s your rough guess?

this is honestly one of my favorite asks i’ve ever gotten sjjshdbd. i discussed this with some friends so i’ll be giving my official guesstimates from biggest to smallest. also just as a disclaimer, this is all for shits and giggles, also realistically they’re prob all average to small but it’s okay to dream :’)

the biggest would be yunho ofc bc i support the monster cock yunnie agenda <3 i would like to believe that he’s around 9 inches soft, 11-12 inches hard and boy is it thick and heavy like man’s def packing some heat so his partner would require a lot of prep and ofc yunnie has no problem providing that <3

second biggest would be mingi duhhhh he’s a big boy after all so he def has to have a big cock esp considering he’s one of the twin towers so i would guess that it’s around 8.5 inches soft and 9-10 inches hard. i’d like to imagine that yungi have an annual dick measuring contest in the group shower but that’s another thought for another day <3

third place goes to sannie ✨ as the infamous dick grabber in the group he def has to have something to show off considering the amount of times he’s rubbed himself during the inception choreo or just causally groped himself for funsies. i would say it’s around 8 inches soft maybe 8.5-9 inches hard?? and it’s got a pretty prominent vein leading up to the head (not that i have photographic evidence or anything …. haha…ha…)

in fourth place is seonghwa who i think would have the prettiest cock at maybeee 7.5 inches?? and in my bestie’s opinion (love you mwah <3) would be tan and smooth bc of his melanin and would be a little darker at the tip. fsr i feel like it would be really sensitive too and it would only take a couple strokes for him to be gasping and gripping his partner’s wrist, whispering, “s-slow down, baby…” <3

anywaysss, in fifth place is yeosang and he def has the second prettiest dick fs. it’s prob skinnier than thick at 7 inches, and it prob gets really pink and shiny at the tip when he’s hard. it’s prob got a little curve to it tooooo uwu

in sixth place is jongho who i want to believe is a grower. at 5 inches soft, it’s nothing to write home about but boyyyy when baby bear gets all hot and bothered it grows to a hefty 7.5 and it’s def thick, esp right around the head. it’d def burn a bit when he first pushes it in so he always has to go slow for his baby <3

in seventh place is captain hongjoong who i believe would have had the most average sized cock out of all of them at 6 inches soft and 6.5-7 inches hard. it’d prob be a bit on the thicker side, rather than thin and long. i’d like to imagine he has a few little freckles on it too hehe.

and finally our beloved brat wooyoung is at the bottom just like the good lord intended <3 i’d like to imagine that woo’s dick is small, cute, and fun-sized. maybe around 4 inches soft and 5 inches hard and since it’s so petite like him, he can easily palm himself to orgasm or sit on his partner’s lap and rut against their thigh or lower abdomen until he shoots his cute little load everywhere <33

[da-rulah]

I’m so glad ur back!! <3 I love ur stuff so I was wonderinggggg 👀 copia teaches Latin or what ev and catches the reader dozing off during the lesson? and perhaps asks them to stay after? 👀

Okay so this ran away with me, and maybe got a liiiiiiittle bit darker than first intended... And by darker I mean hornier. You woke the beast here lol

TW/ Spanking (with a meter rule... how traditional lmao), degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, student/teacher dynamic, hinting at reader being unfaithful (but not really...), reader is ofc 18+ and fully consenting.

f!reader x Cardinal Copia

18+. MDNI BEYOND THE CUT!

Perhaps if your partner had not kept you up all night with his sinful tongue and insatiable lust, you wouldn't have found yourself slumped over your desk as you dozed off in Cardinal Copia's Latin class.

It was the meter rule he usually used to point at the chalkboard cracking down on the wood by your head that woke you with a start, sitting bolt upright and face to face with a very pissed looking Cardinal.

"Am I boring you, Sorella _____?" he asked, stern features staring you down. Your cheeks turned a shade brighter than the red of his cassock, embarrassment consuming you while the rest of your siblings looked on at the display.

"N-no, Cardinal. I'm so sorry, I didn't sleep we-"

"I didn't ask for excuses. Stay behind after class. You will make up for the lost time, sì?"

"Sì, Cardinale..." you bowed your head in shame, and he paced slowly through the rest of the desks and continued the lesson.

As the rest of the siblings filtered out of the class when it came to an end, you hovered by the Cardinal's desk, waiting for him to finish erasing his chalk and acknowledge your presence.

"So, you feel my class is the perfect opportunity to catch up on some sleep, Sorella?"

"No, Cardinal. I'm sorry... It won't happen again."

"I'm sure it won't. I think you need a fitting punishment, something that will make sure you do not fall asleep where you sit for the rest of the day, no? What do you think?" He leaned on the desk with his gloved palms, hovering a few inches away from your face.

"I'll take whatever punishment you see fit, Cardinal."

"Good," he spat, pushing his weight off the desk and folding his arms over his chest. "Perhaps a sore behind will keep you awake wherever you sit for the rest of the day. Raise your habit, panties down, over the desk."

You did as you were told, knowing better than to argue with the Cardinal. His wrath would only mean a harsher spanking, and he was already mad enough as it was...

"How many centimetres in a meter, cara mio?" he asked.

"One hundred, Cardinal," you said, cheek smushed against the wooden surface.

"Good girl. I think that's too many spanks, 100... Shall we knock off a zero? I think 10 will do..."

"Yes, Cardinal."

You heard the rattle of him picking his meter rule up from where it lay against the chalkboard, and he rounded the desk to stand beside your exposed behind.

"Count for me. In Latin." Before you could reply, a swift THWACK sounded, and a searing pain shot through you where your ass met your thighs and your pussy sat in between.

"U-unus..." you stuttered, biting your lip to stop a whimper of pain escaping.

"Good," he praised.

Another THWACK, this time a little higher across the fullness of your ass.

"Duo..." you cried. You could have sworn you heard him scoff in satisfaction.

THWACK.

"Tribus..."

THWACK.

"Quattuor..."

THWACK.

"Quinque," you were sobbing by now, the burn across your ass radiating through your entire core. You were ashamed to admit that it excited you...

"Tell me, before I continue cara," he began, "what made you so tired for my class today?"

Embarrassment swept over you again, and when the Cardinal bent down to look into your eyes for an answer, you had to bite your lip and close them.

"Look at me!" he shouted, smacking the ruler down beside your head on the desk again. "Answer the question."

"M-my boyfriend... we were, uh... having sex, Cardinal."

"Aaaah," he chuckled darkly, "your boyfriend. I see. I wonder what he might think if he knew you were bent over my desk with your rear bruised and inflamed... dripping for me between your thighs...

Before you had time to argue, to try and find some dignity in the situation and save face, you were met with another THWACK.

"Sex..." you cried out, the innuendo not lost on you. The Cardinal laughed almost maniacally.

"Sex is correct, Sorella..."

THWACK.

"Septem..." Your voice wavered now, tears building in your eyes.

THWACK.

"Octingenti!" your voice came out as a shout, the ruler now landing where the first had and sending ripples of pain and pleasure through your soaked core.

THWACK.

"Novem!" The tears spilled over now, dripping down over your nose, yours cheeks and hitting the desk.

"Doing well, cara. Just one more..." he praised.

THWACK.

"Decem!"

"Brava ragazza! You took it so well, hm? Have you learned your lesson?" he asked, crouched down beside you as his hand stroked the back of your bare thigh just under where the welts were forming.

You couldn't speak, could only whimper as the tears fell.

"Cara, you must use your words or I'll have to take that as a no..."

You tried to speak, you really did, but your mind was so preoccupied with the stinging of your behind... Your mouth opened as if to say something, but no sound came out. You looked somewhat like a goldfish, trying so hard to find something to say.

"I see. More punishment is necessary, I fear. On your knees," he instructed. You didn't move right away... "ON YOUR KNEES, SORELLA!" he shouted, and you slunk down to your knees before him, sniffling pathetically. His patience had worn thin.

"First, you disrespect me by sleeping in my class," he popped open the buttons of his cassock as he spoke, "Then, you disobey an order during your punishment."

With his cassock open, he unzipped his pants and fished around to pull his cock out from it's confines. He pumped his fist along his length once, twice.

"This disrespect cannot be tolerated, sorella. You will show me respect, sì?"

He leaned down to your eye level, "Do you show your fidanzato (boyfriend) the same disrespect?" You shook your head no. "Speak!" he gripped your chin in his hand, the leather of his glove squeaking.

"N-no! I don't! I'm sorry, Cardinal, I didn't mean to-"

"Enough," he stood up straight. "Go ahead," he gestured to his hard length, level with your eyes. "Show me some damn respect."

You knew what he wanted, and frankly, you didn't want to say no.

And so you leaned forward, parting your lips to circle around his reddened tip, leaking already. When you tasted him on your tongue, you clenched around nothing and earned a hiss from above you.

With your tongue, you swirled patterns against his head for a moment until finally you started to take more of him, swallowing him down with a wet warmth that had him groaning and throwing his head back. It took all his strength to stay still, to not take his pleasure from your throat.

You found your rhythm, bobbing your head to take him to the hilt and back over and over. Soon enough, his hand wrenched your veil from your head and your hair fell down your neck. His fingers wound their way into your hair, tugging from the roots as he held you still and began to rock his hips, pistoning his cock into your mouth.

You took everything he gave you, moaning against him and adding vibration to many sensations that were bringing him closer and closer to his end.

"Cazzo, sorella... Making me want to fill that pretty pussy of yours too, eh? Are you as warm and wet down there as you are here?" he tapped your cheek as he thrusted. You could only respond with a whine. "Do you want that, sorella? Want me to fill your pussy, better than your patetico fidanzato ever could?"

"Mmhmm..." you admitted, just noise around his cock but he heard it. He definitely heard it.

In a quick and fluid motion, he pulled you off his cock by your hair and made you stand, bending you over the desk where you'd been spanked before.

With no prep whatsoever, he slid into you so easily, your arousal doing all the work for you. He doubled over in pleasure, resting flush against your back as he just waited there, feeling you.

"So tight, sorella... Fucking perfect, eh?" he began his movements again, matching the pace he had set before as he thrusted into you, shoving you time and time again against the desk with your habit bunched up around your waist.

The slaps of his hips against your beaten ass sent shockwaves of pain through you, but mixed with the extreme pleasure you felt at his large cock filling you and hitting your cervix every fucking time, it was sensational.

"He can't fill you like I can, eh? Can't fuck you like I can?" he panted in your ear, biting at your earlobe as he rutted against you.

"N-no, Cardinal!" you cried, so close to a release.

"Can he make you cum on his cock? Or do you have to help him, hm?"

"I-I have to help... use my fingers... oh, fuck!" Your head fell onto the wooden surface, hands grassing behind you and gripping onto his sleeves.

"You're gonna cum from just my cock, sorella. Let go," he instructed, and sure enough, a few more perfectly angled thrusts had you clenching around him, your walls grasping to keep his seated deep within you as your body convulsed and bliss burst through your body.

You were so tight around him, dragging his orgasm from him too with every slap of his hips against your ass. Soon enough, he rammed into you one final time, orgasm too strong to even attempt to continue even at a stuttering pace. He filled you with his cum, seeping out around the base of his cock and down the insides of your thighs.

The two of you came down together, bodies going slack and laying against the desk, his weight on top of you grounding you after such a powerful orgasm.

As the Cardinal caught his breath, you began to laugh in your blissed out state.

"Something funny, cara? What is it, hm? Laughing at your patetico boyfriend?" he jeered.

You reached behind you to playfully slap his arm.

"Shut up," you laughed, the two of you standing and adjusting. He walked to a drawer in his desk to pull out a box of tissues and wipe away the mess between your thighs and over his now softening cock.

"Careful, tesoro, or that mouth will get you in trouble again!" he smirked. You rolled your eyes again, adjusting your habit to fall as it should now you were somewhat cleaned up.

"How did I do? Convincing?" he asked, doing up his fly and leaning against the desk, arms folded across his chest.

"Oh, very. Almost made me forget my patetico fidanzato," you winked.

"I'm not actually patetico, though? No?" he gave you a puppy-dog look, as if it wasn't he himself who'd started the whole "pathetic" angle.

"Maybe just a little..." you teased, stepping between his legs and pressing a kiss to his lips. "But that's why I like you."

He smiled then, genuine and sweet, reciprocating your kiss and holding you by the waist.

"That was fun though. Perhaps I ought to keep you up every night so you fall asleep in my classes more often?" You laughed then, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Oh sure, but what would my patetico fidanzato think?" you mocked. Of course, there was no pathetic boyfriend. At least, not other than Copia. But maybe he was a tiny bit pathetic, for you at least...

"I'm sure he'd be fine with it," he played along. "But the other siblings may get suspicious if I keep you back at the end of all of my classes, no?"

You nodded in agreement - that was the last thing you needed. Your siblings finding out that you had in fact entered into a secret relationship with Cardinal Copia? That he was the reason you were so tired so often, these days?

No, no. That couldn't happen.

"But I do intend to keep you up all night again tonight, tesoro. And every night..."

A/N: Ayyyyyy see it's all fine no one was unfaithful and everything was consensual... Sorry, this idea came to me and I HAD to write it lmao

[my-husbandos-wifey]

Kuroko X FEM Reader

PART 2

Synopsis: After being rejected you started being close with Karasuno's captain and Kuroko did something he shouldn't but he thinks he had the right to to cause he's your 'friend'.

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A month later, Kuroo started to move on from the rejection. You found yourself doing the same thing. You swear you're starting to forget those stupid feelings. But Kuroo wouldn't let you.

Balls were bouncing everywhere on the court. Teams against teams and you swear the rival of your team, Karasuno is improving. You can see the connection between the teams and how close your teammates are to them. Even Kenma who hardly talked to strangers is close to Hinata. But not Kuroo to their captain.

You stand near coach Nekomata as you watch them play volleyball. Then, Karasuno lost as usual. They did the penalty as your teammates proceeded to eat some watermelons as the day ended.

You and Kuroo were sitting on the gym’s door stairs, catching your breath after a long day of training camp. The noise from the courts around you filled the space, with players laughing, coaches shouting instructions, and the rhythmic thud of volleyballs hitting the floor.

As you both sipped water, your gaze drifted to the other side of the gym, where Karasuno’s captain, Daichi Sawamura, was giving instructions to his teammates. There was something about the way he commanded their attention, steady and grounded, that made you smile. “You know,” you began, nudging Kuroo with your elbow, “Daichi’s actually kinda… cute.”

Kuroo choked on his water, glancing at you with wide eyes. “Daichi? Karasuno’s captain?” His tone was laced with disbelief, and he looked at you as if you’d just said the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

You laughed, nodding. “Yeah, Daichi! He’s got that whole high school sweetheart vibe, don’t you think? Like he’d probably walk his girlfriend home every day and help her with her books.” You sighed, almost dreamily. “Plus, he’s sooo… masculine. He has this serious, protective energy that is actually charming.”

Kuroo scoffed, crossing his arms. “Sweetheart? Masculine?” He scoffed again and rolled his eyes. “Please. The guy looks like he’s trying too hard. Probably acts all ‘captainly’ to hide how boring he actually is.” He waved his hand dismissing the idea. “Trust me, Y/N, you don’t know him like I do.”

You smirked, sensing his irritation. “Oh, come on, Kuroo. You’re just saying that because he’s your rival. Can’t admit that Karasuno’s got a good captain, can you?”

“It’s not about being a rival!” he said, almost too quickly, his voice was a bit louder than he intended. “It’s just—he’s…” He trailed off, frowning as he searched for words. When he couldn't find the right word he shutted his mouth.

You watched him curiously. Kuroo was rarely at a loss for words. “What, jealous?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Kuroo shot you a look, his expression of something else you couldn’t quite read. “Jealous? Of Daichi?” he snorted, glancing away. “Please, Y/N, I have better taste than that.”

Kenma, who’d been quietly scrolling on his phone nearby, glanced up, clearly having overheard the conversation. He raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Sounds like jealousy to me,"he murmured, before looking back at his screen.

Kuroo shot him a glare, his jaw tightening. "It’s not jealousy," he muttered under his breath, sounding more defensive than usual.

Kenma merely shrugged. "If you say so."

But you weren’t quite done. Something about Kuroo’s reaction intrigued you, so you pushed a little further. “You know, Kuroo,” you said thoughtfully, “Daichi’s not just a strong captain. He’s actually really kind, too. You can tell he cares about his team. It’s… sweet.”

Kuroo’s expression grew darker as you spoke, his eyes narrowing. “He’s not the only one who cares about his team, you know.” His tone was sharp, and he clenched his water bottle a bit tighter.

You blinked, surprised by his reaction, feeling your heart skip a beat. There was something strange in the way he was looking at you, something that made your stomach flip. Just as quickly, Kuroo turned away, clearing his throat as if to brush off whatever he’d been feeling.

For a moment, an awkward silence settled between you, and you felt the slightest pang of disappointment. After all, you’d been by his side just a month ago, helping him through his own rejection, nursing the ache in your heart while he vented about someone else. He’d never known your feelings ran deeper than friendship, that it was him you’d fallen for. And now here he was, stewing in frustration over something you couldn’t quite understand.

Kenma looked up again, casting Kuroo a knowing glance before glancing at you. “Funny how some people only realize what they feel when someone else notices it,” he murmured, just loud enough for both of you to hear.

Kuroo glared at him. “Kenma,” he warned, but Kenma merely shrugged, returning to his phone.

You felt your cheeks warm, unable to meet Kuroo’s eyes, but he cleared his throat, softening his expression as he turned back to you. “Look, Y/N,” he said, his voice a bit gentler. “Daichi… isn’t exactly the kind of guy you’d think he is. And, well… maybe you should look a little closer to home.” His words hung in the air, uncertain but hopeful.

"Yaku?" You didn't realize you called the guy.

"What? You like shorter guys?" Kuroo asked receiving a ball in his head as Yaku threw it towards him. "I'm not that short!" He protested.

You dismissed Kuroo as you left, leaving him to watch you walking away. Kenma only glanced at him and didn't say anything. He can't intervene in a canon event in you two.

*****

"Your team is already powerful then those two came." You pointed at Kageyama and Hinata. It's already 8 pm in the evening. Everyone was eating and some who are already finished are getting ready to sleep while you, on the other hand, are enjoying Karasuno's captain.

"I could say that. But those two are actually idiots. They almost couldn't come here because of failing their tests." He replied with a chuckle. "On the first day, they fought like a dog and a cat."

"Not surprised." You said watching Kageyama scolded Hinata about something.

“Ah, what a sight,” Kuroo drew as he approached, his smirk a little too sharp. “Karasuno’s captain is holding court. You sure know how to entertain, Sawamura.”

Daichi glanced up, his expression polite but wary. “Kuroo. What brings you over here?”

“Oh, just checking in on Y/N.” Kuroo’s eyes flicked to you, lingering. “Making sure she’s not falling for that ‘Captain Reliable’ routine of yours.”

The room began to quiet as nearby teammates picked up on the tension. Even Hinata and Kageyama paused mid-argument to watch the exchange.

“Kuroo,” you said firmly, trying to diffuse the situation. “What are you doing?”

“Me?” He raised a brow, his smirk unwavering. “Just looking out for a friend. Can’t have you getting bored, you know?” He turned to Daichi, his voice laced with mockery. “Don’t take it personally. Y/N just has a thing for personality, and I’m not sure ‘calm and steady’ really counts.”

The air in the room thickened. Daichi’s jaw tightened, but his tone remained measured. “If this is some kind of joke, Kuroo, it’s not funny.”

“I don’t joke about these things,” Kuroo shot back. “But hey, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe ‘Captain Charisma’ here really does have what it takes to keep Y/N interested.”

You stood up, “Kuroo, enough.”

But he ignored you, leaning in slightly toward Daichi. “I just think Y/N deserves someone who’s not so… average.”

Gasps rippled through the room. Even Bokuto, halfway through a rice ball, froze in disbelief. “Oh, this is gonna get good,” he muttered, earning a swat from Akaashi.

Daichi exhaled sharply, his calm veneer beginning to crack. “If you have something to say, Kuroo, say it plainly.”

“Kuroo,” you snapped, grabbing his arm. “That’s enough.”

Finally, his attention shifted fully to you, and you could see the storm in his eyes. “I’m just trying to help you, Y/N. You don’t---"

You didn't let Kuroo finish. "I'm sorry Daichi. I'll talk to you tomorrow." You gave him an apologetic smile and grabbed Kuroo by his arm, dragging him away from the cafeteria.

“Did Kuroo just…?” Hinata started.

“Yep,” Yamaguchi confirmed.

“And Y/N just—?”

“Yep.”

“Captain showdown, huh?” Bokuto grinned. “I gotta see how this ends.” Then he took a bite in his rice ball, watching the scene unfold.

On the other hand, you pulled Kuroo outside into the cool evening air, your steps quick and determined. Releasing his arm, you spun around to face him, anger and frustration are obvious in your face.

“What the hell was that, Kuroo?” you demanded, crossing your arms. “Do you think humiliating me in front of everyone is some kind of joke?”

He scoffed, his hands shoved into his pockets, the smirk on his face slipping just slightly. “I wasn’t humiliating you. I was protecting you.”

You blinked, incredulous. “Protecting me? From Daichi? Are you serious right now? He’s one of the kindest, most decent people I’ve ever met!”

Kuroo shrugged, looking off to the side. “He’s too decent. Too safe. I’m just saying, you can do better.”

“Better?” You threw your hands up, laughing bitterly. “Oh, right, because you’re the authority on what’s best for me. And who gave you the authority huh? You don’t get to decide who I spend my time with, Kuroo. You’re just my friend.”

The words hit like a brick, and for a split second, you saw it, his smirk faltered, his confident mask cracking as your words sank in.

“Just… your friend?” he repeated, his voice quieter now.

“Exactly,” you said firmly, though your heart clenched as the hurt came. You didn't know how but it suddenly changed from frustration to something poking your heart through. “And friends don’t do what you just did. They don’t try to control who the other talks to, and they definitely don’t insult someone else to make themselves feel better.”

You have the right to say that. You didn't stop him from pursuing the girl he likes so why can't you talk to Daichi that's helping your forget about him? The worst part is, the stupid crush you feel for Kuroo doesn't vanish so easily. You can't say you like Daichi but he's a great company. And what Kuroo did in the cafeteria is out of line.

He frowned, his voice sharpening. “I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were,” you cut him off, stepping closer. “You were being possessive and jealous, and it’s not fair to me or Daichi.”

Kuroo opened his mouth to argue, but you didn’t let him.

“And the worst part? You don’t even realize how ridiculous you’re being,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “You’re acting like some arrogant jerk instead of the friend I thought I knew. The one I thought cared about me.”

His jaw clenched, but he said nothing, the weight of your words settling between you.

*****

Later that night, in Nekoma's quarters, the usual chatter was subdued, but the incident in the cafeteria still lingered in everyone’s minds. Hinata, sitting cross-legged near Kenma on one of the futons, couldn’t stop fidgeting. Meanwhile, Kenma was quietly immersed in his game, his golden eyes fixed on the screen as if it held all the answers to life’s mysteries.

“Tetsu was weird today,” Yaku said. He tossed his towel onto a chair and flopped onto his futon. “I mean, seriously, what was that? Picking a fight with Daichi in front of everyone? Over Y/N?”

“Right?” Lev chimed in, stretching his long limbs. “Kuroo’s usually the guy who’s, like, too cool to care about that kind of stuff. What’s with the sudden territorial vibes?”

Kai chuckled softly, leaning back against the wall. “It was definitely out of character. Did you notice how red his face got when Y/N dragged him out? I’ve never seen him so rattled.”

Kenma remained silent, his focus entirely on his game.

“Hey, Kenma,” Yaku said, turning toward him. “You know what’s up, don’t you? You’re Tetsu’s best friend.”

Kenma didn’t even flinch. “Nope.”

“That’s it? Just ‘nope’?” Yaku pressed.

Kenma shrugged, his thumbs moving rapidly on the controls. “If I knew, I’d say something.”

Hinata squinted at him, clearly not buying it. “Kenma, you’re totally lying. You always know what’s going on with Kuroo.”

Kenma sighed, finally pausing his game to glance at Hinata. “Why do you care so much?”

“Because it was so intense!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “I’ve never seen captains fight like that before. And Kuroo looked… weird. Like, really weird. Like he was mad but also sad and—”

“Possessive,” Lev interrupted, grinning.

Hinata nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! Possessive! What’s up with that? Is he into Y/N or something?"

Kenma gave a long, deliberate blink before returning to his game. “I’m not answering that.”

“You do know something!” Hinata accused, pointing dramatically at him. Kenma sighed again, louder this time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kenma!” Hinata whined, scooting closer. “Come on, tell me!”

Yaku smirked, watching the scene unfold. “Kenma’s like a vault, Hinata. You’re not getting anything out of him.”

“But I---”

“You’re wasting your energy,” Kai added, amused. “If Kenma doesn’t want to talk, he won’t. Trust me, we’ve all tried.”

Lev grinned mischievously. “What if we tickle him?”

Kenma shot him a glare so sharp that Lev immediately backed off, raising his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! Just a suggestion!”

Hinata, however, wasn’t ready to give up. He leaned in closer, his face just inches from Kenma’s. “I’ll figure it out, Kenma. I always do.”

Kenma didn’t even blink. “Good luck with that.”

The room erupted in laughter, Lev and Yaku doubling over while Kai shook his head, a small smile on his face. Hinata crossed his arms, pouting but determined.

Somewhere in the corner, Kenma allowed himself the faintest smirk, though his golden eyes never left his screen.

*****

Kuroko tried to approach Y/N apologize but she kept avoiding him so he tried to make up with Daichi first and apologize for his actions. Daichi was not the type to hold a grudge so apologizing was quick.

The final day of the joint training camp came with a sense of accomplishment and relief. To celebrate, the teams gathered outside for a barbecue. The aroma of grilled meat and vegetables filled the air, and laughter echoed as players joked and recounted their most embarrassing moments of the week.

Kuroo’s eyes constantly flickered to Y/N. She was helping with the food alongside other managers, her laughter bright and carefree as she chatted with Shimizu and Yachi. Every time Kuroo thought about walking up to her, she turned away, moving to another group or striking up a conversation with someone else.

“She’s avoiding me,” he muttered under his breath, stabbing at his plate with a fork.

Kenma, sitting beside him, didn’t look up from his phone. “Yep.”

“Thanks for the support.” Kuroo.

“You’re welcome.” Kenma.

Kuroo groaned, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. Usually, people gravitate toward him, not away from him.

“I just need to… approach her casually,” he said, as though trying to convince himself. “No big deal, right? Just a friendly chat.”

“Right,” Kenma replied flatly.

Kuroo stood, psyching himself up. He started walking toward Y/N, but as soon as she spotted him, she turned to Yachi and started an animated discussion about the desserts.

Kuroo stopped in his tracks. Okay, that was deliberate.

He tried again later, waiting until she was alone near the drinks table. Just as he reached out to tap her shoulder, Y/N spun around and greeted one of the Fukurodani managers who had just arrived.

“Oh, come on!” Kuroo hissed under his breath, retreating again.

Back at the table, Kenma looked up, amused. “That’s, what, strike three now?”

“Shut up,” Kuroo muttered, slumping into his chair.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Kuroo was desperate. He spotted Y/N sitting at a small table, finally not surrounded by anyone.

Now or never.

He approached, clearing his throat. “Hey, Y/N.”

She looked up, her expression unreadable. “Oh, hey, Kuroo.”

The way she said his name felt like a dagger to the chest. No teasing, no warmth just polite indifference.

Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck. “So, uh, how’s it going?”

“Busy. You know, manager things.” You replied not batting him at a glance.

“Right. Manager things.” He chuckled nervously, but Y/N didn’t join in. He sat down across from her, ignoring the warning bells in his head. “Look, I know I messed up. And I get why you’re mad at me. I just… I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what, exactly?”

“For… everything?” he tried, his grin faltering.

Y/N sighed, standing up. “Kuroo, I appreciate the apology, but maybe think about why I’m upset instead of just trying to smooth things over.” Before he could reply, she walked off to join the other managers.

Kenma, who had been watching from a distance, sauntered over and patted Kuroo on the shoulder. “Well, at least she didn’t dump water on your head this time.”

Kuroo glared at him. “Not. Helping.”

Kenma smirked. “You’ll figure it out. Eventually.”

As the night wore on, Kuroo couldn’t shake the weight in his chest. He’d never felt so clumsy and uncertain before, and the realization stung: he cared far more about Y/N than he was ready to admit.

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A/N: Y'all I'm sorry I didn't post last week. I've been busy with some activities but here is part 2. Thank you!!

@chexrybloss0m

@multi-fandom-fanfic

[chronurgy]

I made a post earlier talking about three directions I thought wyll's quest might take in at the end of act 1/early act 2 and I wanted to elaborate on it a little bit. The three directions I considered were a focus on monster hunting and what that meant, a focus on his disdain for politics, and a focus on his relationship with his father. I didn't particularly consider any one more likely than the other, they all just sort of arose out of what I saw as "points of tension" in wyll's character. I'm also not trying to say that these are the only options or the best options, I'm just laying out what I personally thought might happen and how it was going to work.

Focusing on the monster hunter thing - was karlach the first innocent person he had been sent to hunt? What does it mean to be a monster hunter in a world where many monsters have human intelligence? Especially because of what happened with Karlach, I thought this might become a throughline in his quest and tie further into the ways devils twist words and contracts to use and manipulate people. What they call a "bloodthirsty rampaging monster" might have understandable reasons for attacking a village that had, say, stolen its eggs to sell as spell ingredients. Or even if they didn't have such a sympathetic reason, it's absolutely possible that they could be reasoned with and asked to stop. With wyll's already existing sympathy for karlach and astarion, I thought that creating sympathy for less human looking "monsters" might be the next step.

I actually still think this would have been a pretty interesting questline. His act two quest could have centered around a monster he'd been sent to kill at the edge of the shadow-cursed lands, returning to that area and meeting there a mate, sibling, or child that had possibly changed its ways (great durge parallel here!). There could be a lot of questions about whether or not someone can change their nature, about what redemption means, about who is afforded second chances, all of that. I think by nature Wyll would lean towards letting them live, but a player character could push him down a darker path (a la Shadowheart). This would also feed well into Wyll making choices about his pact with mizora - if he kills the mate or sibling, leaning into the monster hunter and no hope of redemption thing then he would choose to keep his pact, saying that it gives him the power to protect people from monsters while perhaps also believing that there's no way for him to be saved, but if he chooses to let them live and broadens his mind and understanding he would choose to break his pact with mizora, citing the fact that she's lied to him repeatedly and how he doesn't want to bring more harm on innocents.

Focusing on the politics thing - wyll's comment about how "a Duke shakes hands with more monsters than he slays" is really fascinating because Duke is a political job and the "monsters" he's talking about are people. He was the son of a grand duke and was intended to follow in his footsteps, but this is the view he has of politics? That's kinda wild to me! I assumed we'd get some sort of politically involved quest once we got to the city where Wyll would have to get over his distaste for politics and challenge his view of other people as monsters and overall examine what it means to run a city or something along those lines.

Like I said, I assumed any quest line would focus on a situation where Wyll would either overcome his distaste for politics and learn to appreciate the difficulties of running a city when your opponents are people you can't just kill when they get in your way or have a "bad end" where he decided that he didn't care and was happy to use force on political opponents. (interestingly I think you can see some potential remnants of this in his speech about becoming grand duke where he says something along the lines of "no one could stand against him")

Focusing on his father - I felt like there was obviously a lot going on in that relationship and that it had to come back up! Wyll acted so sanguine and understanding about the whole banishment thing even though it seemed obvious (to me at least) that he was deeply hurt by it and in denial about it. I thought for sure that would come to a confrontation where Wyll would accept that he was actually hurt by this and that his father had done him wrong. This was further reinforced through act 1 and 2 by the repeated references to how terrible the flaming fist were and how they weren't what they used to be. Since Ulder was their commamder, I assumed that this was also meant to be a reflection on him and that he wasn't the perfect and heroic man Wyll idealized him as. Act 3 actually reinforced this for me with its constant examples of just how corrupt and incompetent the fist were. I really thought we were going to see some emotional payoff and reckoning here right up until we actually rescued ulder and it didn't happen.

I wasn't really sure what form this quest would take but I was very convinced it would happen. Like I said, all the comments about the fist in acts 1 and 2 had me convinced! There's so clearly tension there, with ulder having been unwilling to show any sense of understanding to his 17 year old son. I assumed that the quest might involve puncturing the "myth" of Ulder for Wyll and him starting to see his father as a human with flaws instead of idolizing him. I also really thought that there would be a dramatic confrontation!

So there we have it - places I thought Wyll's quest might go based on what I'd seen in act 1 and early act 2. I was very wrong indeed - two of the three things I thought might be main drivers never came up at all, and one of them ended up being straight up ignored. Ah well!

[i-luvsang]

red tulips — kim hongjoong

for : 1.5k milestone event ➖⟢ pairing : florist!hongjoong x gn!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff ➖⟢ cw : not proofread/edited, kissing ➖⟢ wc : 0.6K ➖⟢ rating : pg-13

moodboard : hongjoong + flower shop + pastel blue/lavendar/pink

kim hongjoong has always felt like quite the enigma to you. his mystery lies in his lavender colored hair, always a pretty contrast with his dark eyes and serious manner. most days, he certainly looks like he belongs in his flower shop, especially when he puts on his soft smile that makes his customers hearts melt, and buy a few extra blooms they didn’t really need. but when he hired you to help him with the business end of things for his shop, he surprised you with his sharp and darker fashion, impeccable and fitting with his intelligent and down-to-earth personality. you guess that you were expecting someone different, someone maybe a bit naive, a grinning dreamer without much sense who needed someone like you; business-like, a slight workaholic who’s secretly craving for something far more lovely than what you had before.

you certainly found lovely, in his eyes and his firm and welcoming handshake. it surprised you that he was just about as business-like as you. he knew exactly what his small business needed—impressive, because most business owners without proper training take forever to realize that all they need is just a bit of focused help; like you. he’s definitely a dreamer, with all the ambition and sense to make things happen. your ideals and talents go together just as well as like lime juice on mangoes; intriguing and successful in making people come back for more. not just customers, but the two of you as well.

without saying a word about it, you both always find yourself lingering, even when your shift is over. at first, you never came in until midday, so you could be around for closing. but as your time in the flowershop goes from weeks to months, you’re coming in early in the morning several days a week. 

there’s something magical about those mornings, when the sun is waking up with you, its bright and clear rays streaming into the wide windows of the shop and filtering through the plastic sheets and petals of new flower bunches ready to be made into masterpieces by hongjoong’s artist’s hands. it’s quiet, always, and you love to hear his shuffling footsteps in the back room or a soft sigh from his lips you’d miss otherwise.

that’s how you realize he’s got you wrapped around his finger and his fingers are clasped around your heart. the very heart you never thought you’d wear on your sleeve like this, much less give away without even knowing it until you’re waking up early just to hear a puff of air escape his lips.

and since you love him, you learn his language, clinging to his every word when he offhandedly explains the meaning behind flowers as he constructs a pretty new bouquet. he, on the other hand, doesn’t expect you to remember a thing about this silly little thing, just talking because you told him you like to listen to him talk. he thinks about that a lot.

it’s just that he doesn’t expect you to kiss him when he hands you a simple bouquet of red tulips. he tells you that the flowers are a token of his appreciation, a thanks for helping his small business become so successful in so short a time. but since you know better than that, you cut of his words with a gentle kiss that leaves him sputtering.

“i like you too,” you grin, holding the flowers pointedly up. for a moment, the flower-nerd part of his brain wonders if he should have started with something far more obscure in the language of flowers. he intended to build up to a verbal confession, but since you outpaced him without a second thought, he flicks aside any thought that isn’t about kissing you again. he presses his lips to yours, reaching his hand up to grab the bouquet and your sweet hand, pulling both you and the flowers closer until he decides to cast aside the blooms all together in favor of getting your body flush against his. he has plenty of spare red tulips.