#like do *I* have to tell her to stop can't she just have that realization on her own?

[hyuny-bunny]

seasons // series

part v

summary: when the real threat of losing you to someone else becomes reality, what will minho do?

warnings: mentions of sex, female masturbation

part iv • masterlist

Seeing him sit outside your door, almost as disheveled as you was the last thing you expected. He was wearing those godforsaken grey sweats again with a t shirt and flannel. The way his eyes raked up your body taking in your appearance made you feel small, seeing he was already dissecting every inch of you to figure out where exactly you had been.

"You weren't answering your phone... I figured if I sat out here you'd come out eventually..." He trails off, the question about where you were hangs off his tongue.

There's a brief pause as you hold his gaze trying to decide if you should answer with an explanation or another question. Silence follows as you move to your apartment door, opening it for both of you to step inside. If he wanted answers, he would have to work for it.

"... where.... where were you?" He said looking at you still trying to decipher what's happening at this very moment.

"I... I stayed the night with a guy I met last night."

The tension was thick as you swallowed, meeting his gaze. His face remained stoic, any hint of disapproval or disgust or anger was undetectable. He just nodded once as if to say he understood that was enough to answer his question.

"I'm sorry.. for not calling or texting to let you know I was fine... I'm also sorry for exploding on you yesterday. I know you didn't mean to be hurtful."

He nods softly looking down before speaking up.

"I'm really sorry for what I said... I just want you to be safe.. and happy most of all... Since, you seem fine, I'll head home."

He turns his back to you heading for the door.

"Minho.." He stops in his tracks looking up at you, keeping that stoic face. "You don't have to go... so soon..."

He sighs before walking over to you, he brings you in for a small hug before patting your shoulder.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

It's all he gives you as he walks out leaving you standing in the middle of your apartment, somehow feeling guilty. His lack of a reaction felt jilting.

-

Minho went straight home, changing into gym clothes. He grabbed his bag, heading straight to the place he knew he could get out his frustrations in a safe way.

Throwing punch after punch into the body bag that swings from the ceiling. It isn't until Chan intervenes that he stops, the older warning him he needs to stop before he breaks his hand. Out of breath and sweaty, he reluctantly sits on the nearby bench where Chan watches as he takes off the glove revealing a very irritated hand, skin littered with popped blood vessels that would turn into bruises soon.

"What's up with you?" Chan knew him all too well, he could always tell the difference between Minho coming to work out to get a work out in versus the beaten down version of Minho that sat in front of him.

"She... She went out yesterday and this morning when I went by her apartment, she was coming back from staying the night at someone's place...."

Chan was fully aware of the longstanding feelings Minho had for you. He had known for years. Watching him get into a few relationships hoping to fill the void of not being able to have you as a romantic partner. Or whenever you got into a relationship and Minho would sulk like a battered cat. Chan sighs as he looks ahead.

"Okay, let me ask you this, why is it any different now then when she was dating someone?"

Minho can't meet his gaze.

"You know her better then anyone else, it was a fling, a one night stand that probably meant nothing-"

"She never stays the night." Minho's voice cuts him off.

"What?"

"She never stays the night, she always gone home after. So she either she liked it enough... or liked him enough... to stay until the morning."

"That doesn't mean anything, she could've been too tired to go home or.." Chan stops himself realizing whatever rational explanation he gave him wouldn't console his pouty friend.

"I just want her to see me... see me as someone who can be there to take care of her... Someone who could actually love her the way she deserves..." Minho trails off looking down.

"You can't keep sulking like this every time there's a slight chance that she either gets a boyfriend, which I am not implying that this is what this is, or starts to find interest in someone else... Either fess up or live with this reality."

Minho stares at his hands as bruises bloom over his knuckles. He huffs before standing up heading to the showers.

-

You stir the sauce around in the pot as the smell of sage & butter waft through the place. You can't help how easily you find Minho's scent pushing through even as you cook, it was almost nauseating. You place a headphone in your as you continue talking to Hyunjin on the phone. He was busy tonight and well... your body needed time to recover.

"I have a question and you can't make fun of me or laugh," You say as you take a clean spoon tasting the sauce before moving to put your gnocchi into the pan with the sauce."

"Okay, what's your question?" He asks hearing you stir the pasta around through phone, he imagines what you're wearing as you cook.

"When you asked me about the last time I had sex..." You say hesitantly waiting for him to laugh.

"Yeah, what about it?" He says matter of factly as he recalls the event.

"How... How did you know that I hadn't... in a while? Is that some sort of Alpha instinct that's kept secret?"

He stifles his laugh at the 2nd question not wanting to break the promise he agreed to.

"No, not necessarily... It's the same as when you kiss someone who's never kissed anyone before. You just kinda... feel it?"

"Are you say I was bad in bed?" You ask teasingly.

"God, no! It's just... I could sense... it had been a while and... I never thought of myself as someone who was stellar at sex but at minimum I know how to pleasure my partner," he pauses for a moment before continuing, "So with you, I thought you were either just really sensitive or... it had been a while... so when I asked it wasn't because I knew but just needed to reaffirm my initial... assumption."

"I don't know if I should feel offended or not.." You joke trying to come off as reassuring him that you were prodding for answers.

He didn't come off as some typical macho Alpha who thought of himself as a sex god but it was reassuring to know he knew himself well enough to be able to pleasure his partners.

The two of you continued to talk as you had your dinner with a small glass of wine to unwind a bit.

"I should probably let you go, have to prepare for my stuff for my classes tomorrow." You say with a sigh feeling a bit warm from the wine that made your cheeks tinge with a warmth that felt like the sun beaming down on you.

"When can I see you again?" He asks with a stupid grin that you can hear through the phone.

"Hmm... How about Friday night?" You ask in a flirty voice.

"Killing me here, I don't think I can wait that long..."

"First week back is always a bit chaotic so you'll just have to survive!" You tease as you stretch from your seat at the dinner table. He laughs warmly before reluctantly agreeing.

After letting him go from the call you clean up the mess from your dinner packing it away for a lunch for you and Minho tomorrow, an olive branch lunch that's packed with the a blueberry muffin you made for the morning. Food and gift giving was a mutual language between the two of you, that often meant gifting each other lunch or sweets.

You finally make your way to bed staring up at the ceiling as you try to get comfortable. You scroll through instagram for a bit swiping through peoples stories before you're forced to do a double- no, triple take at Chan's story. Chan was a friend of Minho and Jisung that you hung around often when you had group outings or house parties for 3Racha's demo releases. You had grown a bit closer to him with every time you saw him, he was another Alpha who had an understanding for your frustrations for other alphas of the male population.

The video was Minho boxing, repeatedly hitting a body bag... wearing was quite possibly the sluttiest thing a man could wear to the gym. It was a black compression shirt that the gave the perfect outline of his tits pecs in the shirt. There were very few occasions you had seen true anger or frustration from Minho, but it was obvious he was heated as he took repeated swings to the body bag that swung from the ceiling with the force of every hit.

Would it be wrong to admit how incredibly turned on it made you to see every muscle in his arms engaged making his pec's move and his stature seem so much bigger?

Either way it didn't stop you from you from watching it over and over until you felt the familar wetness pool in your underwear. Forcing you to reach beneath the fabric as you turned over rubbing your clit while imagine what it'd be like for him to fuck you with same aggression he took out on that body bag. Even as you orgasmed you couldn't help choking out his name in a whimper muffled by the pillow.

-

The next morning Minho came by to pick you up, driving you both to campus as you had worked out your schedules to work out so that you two would either start at the same time and likely end your days at the same time. He waited down stairs outside of his jeep waiting for you to come out, he always parked and stepped out to be the one to open your car door.

He watched you emerge with your shoulder brown satchel bag on and a bag of what looked like food. His eyes took in the way your hair perfect fell around your face, the perfectly slouched light wash of jeans and white buttoned blouse.

"Good Morning, Min, ready to deal with the nightmare of parking on the first day back?" You ask teasingly as you walk up to his side. He gives you a soft smirk rolling his eyes as he opens the door for you letting you climb in to the car waiting for you to settle before closing it and getting into the driver seat.

He wore his typical, light wash of jeans with an oversized grey hoodie that always looked so much cozier on him then anything else. It was typical for him as he didn't always want to wear sweats despite being a dancer needing the free flow of the material.

"The only thing I'm looking forward to is finally being able to choose good songs for the choreographies this year." He says as he starts the car.

Minho had recently stepped up into the role as captian of their dance crew this year. He was nominated by the last captain and most of his juniors, surpassing some of the seniors in which it would've been their last year to lead as captain. He had been the youngest member to get the position in the last 10 years.

"Oh that's right! What time are you supposed to meet today?" You ask as you open the bag of food you had brought.

"3:30pm, I'll be going over the rules and expectations then getting the new dancers settled in. I'm a bit nervous about getting them to see me as a leader of the group now.." He grips the steering wheel a bit tensely.

"It'll come with time but I'm sure you got it. And if they don't, then they're free to go else where if they don't like it." You say offering him words of encouragement. He glances over giving you a soft smile thanking you.

The car is filled with chatter and laughter, an easy feeling, a stark contrast to what yesterday felt like. A mutual unspoken understanding between the two of you to move forward. He finds parking in a building near your class as, before getting out you hand him the lunch you made him.

"Here, your lunch and a blueberry muffin of apology..." You say a bit quieter than you meant.

"Apology? For what?" He tilts his head taking the food staring at you with those endearing brown eyes.

"I don't know.. I just felt guilty about how worried I made you..." You say looking at him a bit solemnly.

"You don't need to apologize for anything, I was an asshole... However, I still will be devouring this muffin with or without an unnecessary apology." He says gleefully as he takes a bite moaning dramatically as the taste hits his mouth, making you laugh as he makes a mess of himself.

He couldn't help but feel simultaneously guilty and warm at the idea that you felt so bad that you needed to bake him a muffin for him to feel remedied. His dramatic eating of the muffin made the unease you felt from the day before lighter.

The two of you walked towards the english building, light chatting as he threw an arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him. Minho enjoyed the feel of you close against him knowing once you pulled away, the scent would be all over him for the rest of the day. The sweet smell of dark cherries and almond bitters that made him feel like he just walked into a bakery. He kisses the top of your head before parting ways, it was something he did often but this time it made your heart do a flip.

Moving through your classes with much ease, it's around 4pm you finish the last. You walk through the campus, taking in the breeze that blows through the shaded areas as the sun sits still high in the sky. You find the arts building, sitting on an empty bench with a book as you decided to wait for Minho to finish his dance class. You glanced through the window looking to see Minho at the head of the class leading, he looked like he was starting to go through the choreo he had made a few weeks ago to start the class on. You can see Felix's blonde hair bobbing around making you laugh as you see his half ponytail flopping around with every move.

Your laughing is cut short as you gasp for air seeing Hyunjin's reflection in the mirror dancing beside Minho. His body moving fluidly as he follows Minho's instructions, you duck down beneath the window contemplating on running away. It's too late for decision to be made as Jisung begins to approach about to yell your name in typical Jisung fashion. Abandoning your belongings on the bench as he begins to pass approach the open door that leads directly into the dance room, as you approach Jisung at a desperate speed to clamp your hand over his mouth, it's too late as he utters the first letters forcing you turn just in time to become in line of sight of Minho and Hyunjin who glance in your direction. They both wave with a smile on their face before the realization hits that their eyes are on the same person.

part vi

[sinful-lanterns]

Since you appreciate my fuzzy tarantula Garofano headcanon, I'm going to spoil you with this little scene I had in mind for Researcher and Drider!Garofano. 😌 Basically, Researcher's being her usual inquisitive self about Garofano, and it starts getting a little sexy. There's a little NSFWish stuff toward the end, but there's nothing too explicit. Maybe I'll consider writing more eventually. Also, I haven't written dialogue in ages, so I apologize for how rusty I am... 😅 Hopefully, this isn't too bad though! ------

You realize this is a bit of an awkward position for Garofano.

You've seen enough dead spiders before--flopped on their backs with their limbs curled toward their torsos with the eternal and graceless rigor of death.

But with the size of Garofano's web, it wasn't too difficult to convince the drider to rest comfortably on her back. You had bribed her with freshly-cooked food--skewers of cubed deer meat from one of her earlier hunts that you had roasted over the open fire. You had also come with some skewers of the raw meat as well if she had preferred something more... fresh.

All the same, it's in her web that the drider reclines herself back on her web, content to eat from your offering while you sit on the length of her abdomen. Garofano seems entirely unbothered by your weight even as you run your hands through the thick fuzz beneath you. The texture reminds you somewhat of bumblebees with its softness. You press a little harder as you rub curiously along one section of her torso, eliciting a soft sound from Garofano.

You look up quickly to see if you might have caused her discomfort, but the drider's eyes are blissfully closed. Movement behind you then draws your gaze that way, and you're momentarily taken aback when you see one of Garofano's segmented legs kicking with seeming delight at your continued touch.

You can't help but giggle.

Rahu did that too sometimes whenever you gave the domesticated werewolf belly rubs.

"So are all driders furry like you?" you ask, one-handedly opening up your trusted notebook while awaiting a response. "No. It varies by region. The hair you see on my abdomen and legs serves a purpose for the driders found in mine though: it allows us to sense vibrations in the air," Garofano explains.

Your eyes widen as you distractedly write that all down. "Really?"

"Yes. Even when standing still, I can tell which direction my prey might be running in."

Wow.

No wonder Garofano's such an amazing hunter.

That little fact was almost as intriguing as the dual claws you found at the tip of each of Garofano's legs during your earlier exploration of her. The drider had said they were used for climbing up vertical or uneven surfaces, but they were otherwise kept retracted. At such a revelation, you had pulled one of the limbs in question closer to you while doing nearly everything in your power to get the claws in question to pop out for you. In your excitement, you had neglected the fact that the leg tip was also directly in front of your face while you were attempting this.

It had earned you a soft, fond sigh along with a chiding "Darling..." before Garofano turned your attention away from her limb by cupping your face within her hands and sweetly smooching you into submission. You could still remember how you hot your face burned when Garofano broke the kiss to give you a nip on your bottom lip before going back to her meal.

Speaking of...

"So... do you fangs do anything else?"

Your question has Garofano blinking curiously. "I can inject venom through them."

That has you bolting upright.

You're venomous?!

"I can control the amount of venom at will," she elaborates calmly upon seeing your expression. "I can inject enough to kill or just paralyze my prey, but often times I forego the need entirely."

"Oh?"

Garofano's shoulders shrug elegantly. "It's more satisfying when I get my prey to submit to me completely of their own volition."

Try as you might, you can't stop the reaction her words give you, especially as you let your imagination runs wild.

------

You can see yourself running through a shallow stream, trying to throw the predator hunting you off your trail. If you leave no tracks behind, then surely you couldn't be found, right?

Right?

You don't know how long you keep running, but you eventually hop onto a grassy bank as your energy begins to wane. With any luck though, the one pursuing you will keep following the path of the stream while you gain further distance between you both.

As the minutes pass, you begin to think your escape is all but assured. In fact, you can see the edge of the forest just some meters beyond you, and you can't help your immense relief as your arms and legs pump faster, urging you towards your well-earned victory.

But then your momentum is completely thrown off when something sticky and threadlike hits your flailing wrist, sending you crashing forwards to the ground. Perplexed, you struggle to get back to your feet, but your wrist remains stubbornly fixed to the forest floor by the webbing that encases it. Panicked, you use your free hand to try and rip it away, but in your distraction, you don't seem the looming figure behind you until it's too late.

In less than a second, your captor has your cheek pressed against the grass while she constructs another lattice-like shackle to bind your other wrist to the ground. You can feel furred limbs pulling at your hips, lifting them up, while another pair make quick work in shedding the clothing covering your lower half.

"You gave me a wonderful chase," a smooth voice croons down at you while firmly nudging at your legs, silently demanding them to spread wider--wide enough that you can feel the chill of the air as you're suddenly left exposed and vulnerable. "Shall I reward you for your efforts, dear?"

You can't find it in you to draw a response, especially when something blunt and wide presses against your wet folds...

------

"Something tells me it wouldn't take much to earn your surrender."

You come out of your thoughts with a jolt to see Garofano looking at you with knowing eyes, but you can see the way her already dark eyes have dilated with considerable interest. It only enhances the very faint smirk on her lips, and you can't help but duck your head with a blush.

"You can tell?" you squeak out, earning low laughter from the drider as she cups your burning cheek.

"While I can't say that my senses are quite as enhanced as our canid companions, I can always tell when you're excited around me. You smell so very good when you are," she admits, voice low with desire, as her hand slips from your cheek to gently wrap around the front of your throat. "Would you like to experience what being my prey is like? Happily cavorting about in the forest before unexpectedly finding yourself on the chase of your life as you're hunted down by a bigger, stronger beast?"

You can't stop yourself from nodding rapidly, heart fluttering when that earns you a fanged grin from Garofano.

"Very well. When I capture you, I'll give you a bite. Right here," she says, rubbing her thumb where your neck meets your shoulder. "That will be my initial prize before I take what else has been offered to me. For now..." She leans forward to give you a chaste kiss--a taste of what's to come. Her smile then as she parts from you is all pure sin. "I'll give you a ten-minute head start..."

-- 🌙 anon (maybe I'll make myself a side blog one of these days)

GOD I'VE BEEN HOARDING THIS ASK FOR SO LONG. I think it's about time I finally post it though, it's just so good I need to share it with everyone, it's practically a fic...

FLUFFY TARANTULA GAROFANO MY BELOVED. I'm so in love with the Researcher just casually sitting on the tummy of Drider! Garofano's spider half, completely comfortable as she examines each one of Garofano's spider feet. Fun fact, did you know tarantulas have little paws? When you push a little on the tips, they splay out similar to cat paws. IMAGINE THE RESEARCHER PRESSING AGAINST GAROFANO'S TIPS AND WATCHING THEM SPLAY OUT. HER LITTLE PAWS AGJHSKHD--

And ofc, there's playing predator and prey with Garofano. I like to think that running from Garofano is a form of "exercise" to her now that she lives with the Researcher. As she no longer has to hunt for food on her own, Garofano keeps her body active by hunting you down in the wilderness to keep that predator instinct alive. It gives her such a rush and usually by the end of the chase, she excitedly ties you up and brings you back to her web to "reward" you for your efforts.

You really cooked with this ask, anon. You always do. You should totally make that writing blog, I encourage it <3

[super-ion]

The Engineer

Part 4

(Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)

I don't know where the pilot is taking me at first.

I am realizing that my life has just been an endless circuit of routine: Quarters. Gym. Cafeteria. Maintenance bay. Cafeteria. Quarters. Repeat. Everything outside of that has become an abstraction to me.

I can't even remember the last time I made my way up to the level. Everything here is shiny and pristine, scrubbed spotless twice a day on the off chance that some senator or general might visit. It's all clean lines, camouflaged access panels, trim little admin offices.

I very nearly have to stop and stare at a potted plant, when was the last time I saw one, verdant and alive?

But the pilot is moving with single minded purpose and I am forced to hurry to catch up.

I imagine her dragging me into the commandant’s office. I imagine her presenting me in formal complaint, the guilt of my sins, my intimacy with her machine, written plainly across my face.

She comes to a stop so suddenly that I almost collide with her. It is not the commandant’s office that we have arrived at.

The gilded signage on the door simply reads: OBSERVATION

She glances at me, briefly hesitating. In this entire encounter, it is the first moment of uncertainty that she has shown.

She swipes her wrist over the access panel, the door whispers open and I understand the hesitation and uncertainty.

Observation delivers exactly what it promises. The far side of the dimly lit room is dominated by floor-to-ceiling plex that overlooks the expanse of the maintenance bay.

My breath catches at the sight of Her.

Morrigan is resting in Her docking harness, Her heat sinks fully spread like the wings of an angel, armor plating unfolded to expose superstructure beneath, countless docking umbilicals arrayed almost organically to connect to the facility's systems.

It has been so long since I've actually seen Her, all of Her at once, that I've forgotten the scale of it all. My entire world has been the cockpit and the docking vestibule and now I can barely comprehend how small the team of techs are next to Her as they scurry along like ants.

Some tension leaves the pilot's shoulders and she strides towards the plex wall. She gazes upon the machine with adoration, the most emotion I have ever seen on her face. I start to imagine that I understand why she brought me here.

I step tentatively into the room. The door shuts behind me and the dim space is suddenly intimate.

Alone with the Pilot, her framed by the vista of Morrigan, the space feels almost holy. A shrine. A Goddess and Her human avatar.

I imagine Morrigan watching us. Maybe She can. Her visual sensors are specially designed to pick out details at a distance. Perhaps the Pilot told Morrigan exactly where and when we would be her.

Almost in answer to my thoughts, Her exposed core pulses, a blue-white flicker of light, and the Pilot places a hand tenderly on the plex.

My stomach lurches. It is no longer me alone with the Pilot in this room. It is all three of us. It is me alone with them. The suffocating sense of being an interloper returns in full force.

“I read all your reports,” the Pilot says without turning, without breaking her gaze from Morrigan. “It's like fucking Christmas for her. She just can't wait to show me what you found in your analysis.”

I stand awkwardly, unsure how to respond, or if I should respond at all.

“It's so fucking hard sometimes,” she continues, “they pull you out and you can't even tell who you are. You leave something behind and you take something with you.”

She turns abruptly, fixing me with the intensity of her gaze.

“What were you doing three nights ago?”

I had been expecting the question, dreading it, but the abruptness of it catches me off guard and fresh panic licks down my spine.

I open my mouth, but I can't bring myself to say anything.

She takes a step towards me. I step back instinctively. My back meets the wall.

“I already know,” she says, her tone unreadable. “I want to hear you say it. Your own words.”

I swallow. My eyes dart back to Morrigan. She is watching us. I know it. I know it from the now blazing light in Her core.

“I…”

I swallow again.

“I had a nightmare,” I admit. “I went to Morrigan.”

She takes another step forward. She's taller than me and I have to tilt my head back just slightly to meet her eyes.

“Why?”

“I didn't… I didn't want to be alone. I didn't know who else to go to. I... I wanted to be with her.”

Another step. She's close now, close enough to touch.

“Whose nightmares?”

Fuck.

“Yours,” I admit. “...and mine.”

“You think a lot about neural bleed.”

It isn't a question. I don't think it's a question. I nod in acknowledgement regardless.

“You think about how the patterns of thought and identity leave marks. Imprints. You're in her head, so you're in mine. The three of us, we're just this fucking tangle, aren't we?”

Fuck. What does she want from me?

I don't know if she expects me to answer that, but there's another moment of uncertainty from her.

“She wanted me to talk to you,” she says. “Or I wanted her to want me to talk to you. I don't even know. I don't fucking know who wants what any more.”

She looks… vexed now. That intense gaze of hers has taken on a slightly different gleam.

My heart is hammering in my chest and my breathing has become ever so slightly ragged.

Neural bleed. Two halves to a whole.

She is Morrigan. The human half. The physical half.

She lifts her hand and I stand motionless as she reaches out to touch my face. Her fingertips meet my cheek and she blinks, almost surprised to discover that I am real.

She takes a breath and the uncertainty is gone, leaving naked desire in its wake.

She shifts her hand, palm sliding along my cheek to the back of my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. The feel of her skin against mine is enough to make me gasp.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” she tells me in a low whisper.

“Please don't stop,” I beg in reply.

[anistarrose]

Hey. Here's some things the Temporal Chalice says:

I was made to want to be used, and to make others want to use my power. But I remember before all this, before I was a cup, and before I was torn into seven parts and jammed into dishes and gloves and what-have-you, I was something incredible. I could breathe life into entire realities and shape existence at my master's will. [Griffin: And when she says that, June kind of gets lost in thought a bit. And she says…] In this form, as a cup, with a seventh of the power that I once had, I just don't have that kind of freedom anymore. I have some broad power over time, yeah, but not enough to actually change anything. And I'm hoping that that's where you can come in.

Things we can take away from this include:

the Chalice, and presumably all Relics by extension, remember being the Light of Creation.

the Relics are aware that they were more powerful as the Light of Creation, and are less powerful now.

at minimum, the Chalice, and possibly other Relics too, look back on being the Light of Creation with a sense of longing — for that time, for that power, and for that freedom.

The Chalice wants to be used — but mourns that it can't create a full new timeline. The Chalice wants to be used... but hey, wait. Doesn't it sound like the Chalice would much rather be used as part of the Light of Creation?

So, on that note... here's a question. What if Lucretia (or a non-Voidfished Tres Horny Boys, in some kind of early-reconciliation or no-Voidfishing AU) had just... talked to the Relics? And... told them the plan? Told the Relics what they were going to do with them? Promised to finally reunite them as the Light of Creation, and to use the Light at full power to stop the Hunger?

Do you think any of the Relics might've just... agreed to that?

According to the Chalice, the Relics can even turn off their thrall if it serves them, or they want to have a conversation on equal terms. (And judging by THB not having to roll for the Chalice, I think the Chalice was telling the truth about that.) In theory, any Relic literally could've just said "wow, I thought you'd never ask!" and clicked off the thrall, happily agreeing to let themselves be restored to their former glory.

Now, that's all in theory, because maybe some of the Relics wouldn't trust that offer. Especially if they realize it's their creator, who split them apart in the first place, that they're dealing with — there might be bad blood there. Or maybe some of the Relics would just be too impatient, too eager to be used — unable to get behind delayed gratification.

But... would some of them agree? I think the Chalice absolutely would. And we know so little about the Bulwark Staff's reclamation that I wonder... if this was an approach Lucretia took. And if unbeknownst to us, the Bulwark Staff actually did cooperate.

That's even a potential answer to why the Staff's thrall doesn't affect anyone on the moonbase. The common and reasonable answer I've seen from fans is that it's concentrating its thrall on Lucretia already, since she's the one wielding it — but another answer could be that it's consciously "playing nice," because it wants to be reunited as the Light of Creation more than anything. Maybe the real answer is somewhere in-between. Trying its best to thrall Lucretia, just to ensure she'll stay on her current course, because the Light has been betrayed by its wielder before — but simultaneously, recognizing that no one else it could thrall has nearly as much to give.

You know. Food for thought. We don't get much characterization for Relics outside of the Chalice, but what we do get from the Chalice says so much, and opens so many possibilities.

[rvmanoffbarnes]

Shameless || Jun-ho x reader

Summary: Y/N is sleeping peacefully next to her coworker Jun-ho, after a rough day at the police station. However, she begins to feel a need and pleasant pain in her lower area. Would Jun-ho help her with that problem?

Warning!!! This one shot contains explicit content and sex scenes. Please MDNI.

(SMUT! mentions of pussy, fingering, dick and dirty talk 18+)

I'm in a dream.

I know I'm dreaming but it feels so real.

Jun-ho's lips take over my mouth while his hands roam every corner of my skin. I am completely naked, while he is only wearing his pants on. Our bodies move eager to be explored by the other. So i decide to slide my hand over his toned chest and linger there while my legs spread themselves wider and wider as he moves on top of me.

"I'm dying to be inside you" he says on my lips.

Jun-ho lowers his hand to my thighs and caresses them tenderly. I can't help but whimper because of the latent sensation of pain that spreads through my lower area.

Jun-ho frowns in amusement at my reaction. "Do you need me to take care of her?" He asks, touching my pussy without any shamelessness, but maintaining the softness of his touch.

I nod eager.

"Oh, my poor sweet thing"

Jun-ho laughs and starts kissing my neck without saying another word. He lowers his lips over my breasts to slide down my stomach until he is at the level of my pelvis. He bends his body and grabs my thighs to rest them on his shoulders. He looks at me one last time and asks with his eyes if he can continue, to which I accept without thinking twice. He kisses the inside of my thigh.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of her." Without further ado, he starts sucking my pussy. I squirm in place, but he stops my movements with his arms imprisoning my thighs.

"Oh Jun-ho," I moan. He plays with his tongue, shamelessly sticking it into my clitoris.

“Y/N” I hear him moan.

"Jun-ho"

I can't help but let out a moan.

“Y/N.”

This time he sounds like he's worried. I look at him confused and realize. I open my eyes agitated and see how Jun-ho next to me has a worried look. I get up, resting my hand on the bed to look at him better. I feel the heat spread across my cheeks as I realize that he's probably been listening to me this whole time. And maybe he felt me ​​move too.

"Are you okay?" he asks me.

"Yes, yes. Everything is fine" I say licking my lips.

Jun-ho looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You looked agitated and you were whispering my name," he points out.

He touches my forehead with his hand "You don't seem to have a temperature."

I laugh nervously running my hand through my hair and shake my head.

"It's nothing. I was just dreaming," I tell him honestly.

Jun-ho settles down on the bed and keeps looking at me.

"A nightmare?" he asks.

I suppress a smile and shake my head again. "No, no, nothing like that," I tell him.

I lie down again on my back looking at the ceiling. The rain is heard louder through the room.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up."

Jun-ho lies a little closer to me this time. "Don't worry. I was having a hard time falling asleep," he admits quietly.

I turn my back to him and try to close my eyes, grateful that he hasn't heard my dream. I still don't know for sure if he had deciphered it, because he looked worried when he saw my state a few seconds ago.

"Rest, Jun-ho."

Jun-ho just makes a sound with his mouth. I sigh and notice how he moves on the bed, feeling how he is closer to me. It doesn't bother me, but it leaves me suddenly bewildered. After a few minutes, I feel his arm slip around my waist, hugging me towards him.

"Jun-ho..." I whisper.

“Just rest Y/N” he ​​orders. I swallow and close my eyes.

A whirlwind of emotions suddenly invades me at the intimate gesture he has with me. On a day-to-day basis he appears confident and sometimes serious when we are patrolling, but always keeping a smile for me.

What surprises me is when he proceeds to venture his hand between my legs. With my hand I stop its movement quickly.

"What are you doing?" I asked him agitated.

"I'm trying to help you," he says against my ear.

"Help me with what?" I think I know the answer.

"Help you like I did in your dream" I am perplexed in my place. Jun-ho lets go of me and continues doing his job.

"Tell me if you want me to stop. I will only do it if you ask me to" he leaves his firm hand a few centimeters from my pelvis.

I don't pronounce any words. I don't know if it's because i can't or i don't want him to stop.

I leave my hand on my stomach and let him continue with what he's trying to do. He runs his hand nimbly through my sweatshirt and enters, feeling the heat that my area emits. His fingers caress my pussy over the panties I'm wearing. I whimper at the soft touch, since I was sensitive from the dream I had. I wasn't wet, but I knew that if he kept moving his fingers I would be in a few seconds.

"Okay, I'll take care of her," he whispers, placing a kiss on my neck.

Jun-ho starts running my panties aside and starts playing with my folds. My thighs squeeze his hand as if telling him not to stop. That felt very good. He lets out a mischievous laugh in my ear.

"I was flattered to hear my name leave your lips while you were sleeping" he kisses my ear, continuing to caress my pussy "Could you say my name now, please?"

He puts two fingers in me and start exploring that hidden corner of my body. I move in my place, but he doesn't allow me, clinging more to his chest. He manages to put his other arm under my body and firmly grab my tit over my shirt.

“Jun-ho,” I moan. I hear a smile from him.

"Just like that, baby" I raise my hand until it's gripped in his hair, pulling it every time he enters and leaves me with just his fingers. Then he molds his entire hand around my cunt, stroking hard and desperately.

"Jun-ho...please" I whimper. He continues with more determination. I can feel like I'm about to cum. Jun-ho bites my ear and his breathing sounds heavy.

"Do you want to cum?" He asks and I manage to nod my head. He leaves a soft kiss on my neck and then says "Cum on my fingers, beautiful"

He plays with my folds, stimulating me so that I can reach the long-awaited climax. I feel how my toes curl because of the pressure I have on my pussy. Jun-ho continues molding my tit to his liking while his fingers enter more aggressively, but without losing their sweet touch. I grab his hair like my life depends on it.

"I'm....." I can't finish the sentence.

"Do it. Cum" I feel him rub his front against my ass, suddenly feeling how hard his member is.

I whimper when I feel my pussy let out everything I had accumulated with the dream I had and Jun-ho's magnificent fingers. Jun-ho sighs behind me and removes his fingers from inside me to listen to how he sucks them with pleasure. I turn my head and try to catch my breath, noticing how he enjoys the taste of me. I smile slightly at that. Jun-ho also smiles.

"Better?" He asks in an amused tone.

"Much better" I reply.

He hugs me towards him and I still feel how hard he is.

"Jun-ho"

"Mhm?"

"Do you want me to help you with this?" I move my butt on his pants-covered dick, to which I hear a grunt from him.

"I'd love to " I smile and take care of it.

[coyotelip]

au, where pandora and regulus became best friends only after his death.

(including some jegulus and pandalily. this is like a fic concept, but I don't feel like writing anything, so I just want to share this idea with you. enjoy!)

Pandora comes from a family of modern witches and because of this, almost no one wants to have anything to do with her. She is a strange student who wears maxi skirts made of ten different pieces of clothing, carries a trail of herbs and jingles every amulet she wears.

of course, Regulus, as the mayor's son, did not want to get close to her during his lifetime. when he died, it turned out that Pandora was the only one who could see his disembodied spirit, which remained wandering the earth.

It's a friendship that shouldn't have happened, but with a little bit of effort, all the barriers between them disappear. finally, there's someone to whom Pandora can tell about her crush on Lily Evans.

she spends hours and hours experimenting to determine the limits of Regulus' existence here on earth. can he leave the city? can he touch things, feel heat or cold? can the rest of her family see him?

she digs into his story so much to understand what exactly keeps him here, why his spirit cannot rest?

In the process, he reveals his biggest secret - his crash in James Potter. Pandora is delighted, and she doesn't let him get away from the topic until she convinces him to write him a letter. Pandora writes by herself, because of course Regulus cannot hold a pen the way he did when he was alive. he gives her a dry and emotionless text with reluctance, but she adds color to it and paints it much more emotionally.

Regulus can't stop her when Pandora puts the letter in James' locker. in fact, deep down, he doesn't want to. Regulus boldly uses his power to be there when James finds the letter, but he doesn't read it right away, hiding it and taking it home. the remnants of his morals prevent Regulus from following it and breaking into James' room, no matter how much he wants to be there.

the first letter is followed by the second and third.

the situation takes an interesting turn when Sirius suddenly approaches Pandora. he is clearly unhappy and asks her in private, rather aggressively, what she wants. he has noticed her sneaking letters to James and intends to stop her because he is not interested in her.

Sirius' hot blood gets the better of him and he touches Pandora. not firmly, just puts his hand on her shoulder and tries to corner her. but this is enough to anger Regulus, and without realizing it, he shouts out an angry "don't touch her" and tries to push Sirius away.

Sirius' head jerked up and he... looked straight at Regulus without seeing him. his brow furrowed and he looked confused, but after a moment he looked back at Pandora, "What did you do?". Pandora just stares at him in confusion and gasps for air, not knowing how to explain it. Sirius quickly disappears without waiting for her.

seeing how their little game of writing notes for James has taken such a heated and unpleasant turn, Regulus finally recognizes how pointless it is. so instead, he promises Pandora he'll find a way to get her with Lily.

but to their surprise, Sirius comes back. he follows Pandora, but he doesn't look angry, rather concerned. he comes and asks not to play with him - it's cruel to play tricks on his brain using his dead brother.

and so Pandora is determined to find a way for Sirius and Regulus to talk for the first time in years. she is certain that this is what is keeping him stuck to the earth. honestly, at first she thought it must be his hidden crush and letters to James would help.

but now Pandora is sure that brotherly love is sometimes worth much more than romantic feelings.

[eldritch-lorekeeper]

((Doing it like this instead of in the comments because this is a thing we can do, right?))

Salem just freezes for a moment, before looking down at the knife in his side. He should be shocked that he has a literal FUCKING blade in his side, but years and years of being what he is has desensitized him—both to pain and the shock. Slowly, he just...looks up at his assailant, and grins.

"Oh...was THAT all? I expected far much more than a meager, little blade...where's the creativity, love? All you did was ruin a perfectly good set of robes...oh well. Your flesh is far more equal payment for a set of communion attire..."

******

Páidín grunts slightly, registering the burning sting of the knife in his abdomen. Injuries like this, when he was alive, were something he was accustomed to on the battlefield. Now, being one of the Unseelie—hell, being no longer alive—it wasn't as though death was something he had to worry about. Most blades were made of steel, not iron, so he wasn't in any immediate danger...yet.

There was still the fear of blood loss, however...

"Not what ye—ack!—expected t' come o' this. Now unless I owe ye something, or yer 'ere t' fight me like a man, start runnin'. You 'ave 10 minutes."

******

On the other hand, any attempt at stabbing Alexiel is met with three words: pure, unadulterated violence. As a fury, Lex will not stop until his attacker either is cowed into submission, or dead. Last he checked, Furies can't really die. They're Deities of Vengeance, under the Goddess of Retribution, Nemesis.

But, this person manages to land a blow, and blood is absolutely pouring from the wound in his side. At first, now, he would be scared. Maybe even a little confused, but mix fear AND anger??

Oh. Oh.

Not only have you just sealed your fate, but your inevitable dragging back to Tartarus.

******

Celeste would likely scream out from the sudden pain, likely having been caught completely off her guard. She's been chained up, blinded, and has had the absolute shit kicked out of her by Rasguño and Dollface during her captivity, before Amadeus led her out to safety. But, her demigoddess blood would prevent her death—it would take a lot more than a dagger to kill her.

Now, whether or not she'd curse you or use a weapon of her own to fight back...is up for debate. Likely hex the attacker when they realize she's not going down so easily. The nature of said hex or curse would depend on why they did it, too. Maybe immortality without agelessness, where the afflicted would be immortal, but continue to age...maybe they're unable to gain nourishment out of food...or you might end up with narcolepsy...however the witch feels like being.

******

Kagami, like Salem, would also freeze up...but also try to fight the person, if they continue with the attack. Her experience in the medical profession, as she is in the process of becoming a nurse, tells her that removing that knife is what's saving her from bleeding out. It's acting as a plug, keeping everything in that should be in. So, she's going to do everything in her power to not let the bastard yank it out of her.

She's going to die, probably...but she's going to die kicking and clawing at them the whole time. On top of that, if they do survive it...they've got Alexiel and Páidín to worry about coming for them...

#53 What would your character do if they where stabbed?

Red liquid pours out of your abdomen. You touched the stab wound at your side, letting the blood slip through your fingers. It's warm and smells like copper. You see a glint of a knife. You look up directly into your attacker’s eyes.

I know you all have amazing creative juices in you and some amazing characters. This prompt is just for you to have fun and to help you explore your Character in a different setting. I would LOVE to hear what your Characters would do.

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Sam actually tells her over coffee, big soft brown eyes all but pleading her to come to his wedding, and well, of course Alice is like "sure. So happy for you. That's great. I mean, I'll even dress super lowkey so you don't feel like running away with me at your own wedding and all-" and Sam smiles that smile that means "I know you're only half joking and i'm sorry and it's awkward but i also love you too much not to invite you" which tears Alice apart a little and he's like "that's so nice of you, thank you. Tell Luke he can come too as well? If he wants?"

and Alice is like "wow dude. get him his own invite. i'm definitely getting a plus one. You're getting married in, what? 8 months? I'll have met my own love of my life at this point"

Cue Alice, eight months later, begging - begging Colin at work: "you have to come. C'mon. Aren't we friends. We'd make SUCH a good couple. It's just an evening." and Colin is like "Alice. Y'know i would if i could but i CAn'T because of that Stupid Computer-" and then she turns to Teddy and he's like "I already told you i was away on that day, I'm sorry Alice" actually kindly and she's groans and falls on her desk dramatically going "Well I can't possibly go and invite LENA." then "Do you think Lena might-" and then, from behind her computer, comes Gwen's voice: "Oh my god, Alice. I'll come. Can we PLEASE go back to focusing on WORK, please?"

There's silence. Teddy and Colin raise their eyebrows at Alice. She raises her eyebrows back at them. Colin snickers. Alice glares at him. She rolls her chair over to Gwen. "Seriously?" she says. Gwen glares at her. "Seriously. Anything to stop hearing about this." "Gwen," says Alice. "If you actually seriously help me, you ARE going to hear about this LOTS MORE. We'll need undercover stories. We'll need -"

Gwen just looks exasperated: "We met at work. We didn't like each other at first because we're both vastly different but the attraction and chemistry was indeniable. You won me over by treating me decently and I taught you SOME responsability. We realized we're stronger together than separate. You're the love of my life and I enjoy it when you stick it to the man because it makes me feel rebellious compared to my own upbringing. There. Satisfied?"

Alice just stares at her.

Gwen starts to feel her cheeks go very pink.

"We'll need to practice kissing, was what i was gonna say." alice finishes.

"I don't like PDA," Gwen says back.

"Then what the fuck is this right now," Colin mutters to Teddy.

[guardian-of-harmony]

Flicker of the Past

Holy Dart needs comfort, and I wanna give her some. She's adorable (and scary)

Pt. 4 of Broken Unity! Part 3 down below. AU By @cuppajj (I'm happy you like it so far!)

She felt numb.

Her left eye hurt extremely bad, and she couldn't move her body. She remembered she shot the tranquilizer dart at that Cookie, then that caught it... And that's all she remembered.

Opening her good eye, Holy Dart realized she was in a bed. Her cloak was off, revealing her black, sleeveless leather suit. Her left eye was bandaged due to the dart literally puncturing through it like a target.

Holy then jerked up as she noticed this wasn't a room in Saint Vanilla's castle. It seemed more... normal, more modern. She silently went to move before a firm voice made her freeze.

"I suggest not making your wound worse. Your tumble made you impale your side on the gate."

She kept her head low as subtle footsteps made their way next to her. Holy Dart didn't dare look up when Vanilla Flower Tea Cookie stared down at her quietly, the very stare freezing the Lamb to her core. For some reason, she had the feeling she made a grave mistake trying to snipe Vanilla.

Her body wanted to move, but something told her she would die if she even lifted a finger.

The female Cookie jerked slightly when she saw Flower's hands move towards her, then paused when a bowl of warm stew was placed in front of her. Blinking in confusion, Dart slowly looked up at Flower, who glanced back at her. "I can tell you haven't eaten much. Eat this slowly to replenish your strength."

When she was left alone, Holy Dart looked at the food in front of her again, not knowing what to do. She stared at it for a while before her stomach gurgled angrily, wanting to be filled immediately. After conflicting thoughts fought in her head, she slowly brought it to her lips and took a slow sip.

It was the most delicious stew she had ever tasted. It might as well have been the only stew she had ever tasted.

Due to her hunger, she drank it all in one sitting. She didn't eat much, so this was pretty welcoming to her. Holy then looked down at her torso, and saw that bandages were wrapped around tightly, a faint red stain peeking out. So she really did get stabbed in the side.

"..."

After some time had passed, Flower came back inside to collect the bowl, but also to give the young woman some berry tea. Her eyes glanced at the little Lamb, analyzing her condition. Malnourishment, a bit jumpy, and quiet most of the time.

'Poor child... She probably doesn't trust others much.' Flower thought to herself. She walked to the closet, then came back and placed some fresh clothes and a towel at the foot of the bed. "You can use the bathroom if you want. Just be careful with your injury, or you can call for me if you need help." She then left Holy alone again, who simply stared at what was provided for her before sipping the berry tea slowly.

A part of her felt... grateful, for her care. Even though Flower was supposed to be an enemy... Why did Holy feel more... at home here than at the kingdom? No, don't get tricked. It was probably a way to get her fooled.

Looking around, the Lamb noticed pictures and metals near the window. From afar, it looked like something similar to military medals. The pictures showcased a female Cookie, but her appearance was somewhat deadly. Intrigued, Holy slowly moved off the bed and moved closer to pick one up.

When she stared at it, she was surprised. The woman had a leathery, captain-like outfit and two handguns in each hand. Her hair was black, with creamy yellow highlights. Her eyes were both dark red, but her face was extremely familiar.

"..."

Holy then looked at the metals, and saw that their designs were nothing like the medals from the army. Some looked like elegant stars, while others looked extreme - like mini swords or even a spiky heart.

Putting the picture back, Holy sat down on the bed and thought to herself. Just what kind of monster was this Cookie? Was this even the same person? No, there was no way... Then again...

She had heard rumors about this Cookie, even saw her in action one time but she was thankfully spared. Those hungry red eyes would always haunt her memory, even when she came into the Lambs of Penance.

Holy hugged herself, a growing case of fear spreading through her doughy body.

Meanwhile, Vanilla was cooking in the kitchen, Crepe and Choco watching her from the living room. They sipped their tea while looking at a photo book that Vanilla allowed them to peek at. They couldn't help but be impressed at how cute she looked when she was younger. "Wow... She looks so adorable there..." The Cacaoian chuckled softly at a picture of 7-year-old Vanilla Flower holding up a bunch of vanilla orchids.

"Not as adorable as me, but... Still cute." Crepe muttered, blushing slightly at the pure adorableness of their sister figure. Shadow Milk Cookie giggled as he leaned in to get a better look. "I have to say, Nilly's cousin is much more cuter than he was." Crepe glared at him lightly as he raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying! She is cute! Then AND now!"

The jester wasn't lying; Flower, to him, looked like an adorable gem. Pure- Saint Vanilla was too when he was a baby, he had to admit. Both looked so innocent in their early lives, but of course you could only stay innocent for so long.

Then, another picture caught all of their attention. It was her face, but she appeared to be in some sort of trial. She had a scythe in her hand as she was in the air, jam spraying around in the air and floor. Her eyes were dark red, but full of fire. They all stared at the picture, then back at Flower who was making a salad, back and forth for a few moments before blinking in confusion.

"Should we ask...?" Crepe whispered. Choco shook his head, "Not yet. Let's go pick another book." Shadow Milk pouted but hovered near Crepe as he leaned his head on his hands. Just when things were getting exciting, of course it had to be ruined.

He then glanced back at Flower, who was cleaning up the table. A sneaky idea popped in his head, and he giggled.

"Don't even think about it." Crepe said softly, glaring at Shadow Milk again. The jester whined but listened, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. Meanwhile, Choco was still confused...

'Who the heck are they talking to?'

[teaxeee]

I'm in a Gunwook brainrot, I just can't stop thinking about him! I get sudden images of reader riding those plump lips, his cute nose stimulating her clit, reader asfixiating him with her thighs, making him cry from the pleasure and the way she's grabbing his hair hard, using him to her own pleasure and Gunwook realizing how much he likes it... This says a lot about my corruption kink, but I can't help it when it comes to him 😓

Omg...this makes me think of loser virgin!Gunwook so bad 😵‍💫

Just imagine: You were working on a project together. He watched as you searched for materials on your laptop while he wrote down everything that might be useful to be put in the project. His eyes were fixed onto you: the way your lips parted, your face, neck, cleavage. He was silently checking you out, biting his lower lip in hopes not to embarrass himself in front of you, his long time crush. But you already knew he was checking you out: it was painfully obvious that he was eating you up with just his eyes.

It was obvious that he was already becoming needy, and when you finally looked back at him? It didn't take long for you to end up on his lap, both of you kissing despite it being his first time. His hands were holding onto your waist, not wanting to let go. As soon as you pulled away you latched your lips onto his neck, and he felt like he was on cloud 9.

Within minutes you ended up sitting on top of his face, guiding him to eat you out. He felt so nervous but tried not to show it as he flicked his tongue against your clit while looking up at you, seeking reassurance that he was doing good, he just didn't want to dissapoint you! Of course you had to reassure him, telling him that he was doing great and how to make you feel good. Soon you were riding his face, one hand in his hair, the other playing with your breasts while he was gripping your thighs and crying out desperately, starting to get too overwhelmed from the whole thing but couldn't get enough from your taste.

Let's just say...having you ride his face was his new favorite thing <3

[pureshoney]

"just a man isn't a good enough excuse for me, baby … i think you really need to get that under control. i think you're strong enough," she replies with a sultry giggle, arguing back for the sake of doing so because she loves the fact that keenan can't resist her. her heart flutters watching the effect she has on him, knowing each teasing word only makes him want her more. she'd grown up believing her mother's cruel mantra that she would never be enough, but the hunger in keenan's eyes tells a different story. it feels like sweet revenge against every poisonous word her mother ever spoke. "i always fuckin' felt it … don't ever doubt that, okay?" because even when she was running from him into the night and toward her car that night in her home, dylan still knew she loved him. the entire confrontation had been her trying to see him as the bloody monster in her house. still, all she saw was the man that she loved. "i'm cl-close …" she swallowed around the growing lump in her throat, her voice betraying her because of the pleasure that radiated from her most sensitive spot to all over her body. keenan's thumb applying pressure and rubbing circles against her clit caused her hips to jerk upward, despite not having much room to go anywhere with all of his weight on top of her. "mmm fuck." she mumbled, eyes fluttering shut when his mouth found hers once more. wastes no time in slipping her tongue into his mouth, gliding wet appendage against his own. hands are everywhere—braiding through his hair, gripping his arms, scratching down his back. dylan is so damn close to orgasm that it feels like everything is suddenly amplified; the light coming from bulbs is too bright, his skin is too hot, and the little grunts he makes as he slides in and out of her are echoing in her ears. blonde lets out a ready whimper, back arching out each time he bottoms out. he's deep, and she's sure that she can feel him inside of her stomach … and the way he's stretching her out, it doesn't hurt, but femme feels so fucking full. "i will … i will," her chest heaves with a deep inhale, hadn't even realized that she stopped breathing. feeling of warm ropes of cum was enough to push dylan over her own edge, hips buck up involuntarily when he hits that angle just right, and she's gasping for air as fireworks burst behind her eyelids and a feeling of pure euphoria washes over the best of her body. "oh god, i—" she takes the opportunity to wrap her left leg around his waist, pulling him in closer. the sensation was too much, pussy clamps around his cock, gushing with arousal as she lets out a scream.

"yes. that is exactly what i'm gonna do and what i'm gonna keep doing 'cause you being so fuckin' hot is what makes me that way. it's mostly your fault princess, i'm just a man." and he had never felt so sweetly out of control than when he was with her. keenan could never seem to get enough, no matter how many times or ways he fucked her he's always going to crave more. "good, 'cause i went seven damn days without hearing it — thinking you didn't feel it, so i wanna hear it every day and i wanna feel it too." it had been the worst week of his life, wondering if he'd lost the girl he loved for good, if a life without dylan was what he had for the rest of his sorry existence. so yeah, maybe he'll be a bit needy and greedy for her but he wasn't going to apologise for it. with his body pressing down against hers keenan can feel every part of her as his cock slides into her cunt, spreading those slick walls and claiming her all over again. it felt like home, hungrily pressing his mouth to hers as his balls tighten, sweat beading at his temples as his hand slipped between them. she deserved every good thing in the world, to never have to worry for a single second of her life. "that's it baby, moan for me." hopes that anyone nearby could hear them, hear how good he fucked his girl and how wet she was. "mm ... " god, that damn name again. hips slam down to hers as he struggles to catch his breath, hues squeezing shut as he rolls his thumb across her clit. "yeah princess, show me how fuckin' sloppy and nasty you can be for daddy." and he can't hold back any longer, can't ignore the burning in his abdomen and how tight his muscles are coiled. with a rushed push of his body keenan fills his pretty girl to the hilt, resting his forehead against her own as he begins emptying himself inside her, right where it belongs. "shit! sh — shit baby ..." increases the pace of his digit against her bundle of nerves, lost to the pleasure of spurting into her perfect cunt.

[ame-to-ame]

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[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[numetalkids]

what to do when your roommate eats all your food. without aksing.......... she mostly eats from my veggie spreads and everything else that comes in a glass/jar, like honey, tomato sauce etc. She literally scoops out so much that she almost empties a glass shortly after i've opened it the first time. A few months ago i just noticed she would snack on my stuff from time to time and i was like ok i know she is going through a difficult time, she may be stress eating (why eating my stuff tho?) and i let it be. But now she just basically empties all my stuff so that i have nothing left to eat and i dont get it bc she ALWAYS has more food in the frigde than me, she has more money and she can afford snacks and yet she decides to eat my food instead like WTF

[xinea]

I know i'm new to kdrama and all but I am simply not built for this first male lead vs second male lead formula, especially when the second male lead is an stupid little gremlin dude whose nose snots up when he cries (affectionate)

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

2 & 3 from section 1 for peri and 7 from whichever section has a more interesting #7 for diodore -moss

oooh these are fun ones!

2. Describe their tent set-up (outside and inside) (Peri)

I think Peri's tent is constructed similarly to Gale and Astarion's (boxy, fabric walls, little covered area outside). Deep blue fabric w/ golden astronomical embroidery, mostly the sort of thing you see on star maps. Little golden tassles around the edges of the tarp (?) and the doorframe. He'd have a small, circular, dark wood side table short enough that you can use it sitting on the ground, and a dark blue pillow next to it; there would be some parchment and a bronze miniature astrolabe on the table. The inside would be just. full to the brim with the gaudiest night-sky-themed pillows you've ever seen. No bedroll, no palette, just a nest that would put those cube pits in trampoline parks to shame. There would be two bird perches for his familiar Medani: one taller one next to his tent and one shorter one under the overhang. The shorter one would have a crow-sized bow-tie hanging from it. Rugs on rugs on the outside area ofc. 3. What would their character quest be titled? Why? (Peri)

This is a hard one! His tav ending involves taking over the Waterdeep arm of the Harpers, so I think his arc would have something to do with that. He'd be pretty bitter about being dropped into another near-apocalyptic mess when dealing with the last one a few years prior was supposed to be a one-time thing. Something-something ptsd in a world that doesn't have the words for that yet, something-something 'once a hero always a hero', something-something the weight of responsibility...he's a planeswalker so I think part of it would be whether he decides to stay on Toril long-term and directly help rebuild the Waterdeep Harpers or if he continues to run travel around afterwards, so maybe The Far Traveller/The Far Walker?

Harpson/Fae-son are also potential options. "Fae-son" nods to him being a changeling without it being super obvious (like Astarion's "The Pale Elf"). It would also mimic his backstory reveals from RoT ("oh he's not 'from here' so, like, the Feywild" -> "OH he's not from here"). 7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one? (Diodore)

Buckle up because we're in for a long one here. I've thought about Dora's story arc a lot because she's the first of my tavs that I truly made for the game while having full control over her backstory, etc. (versus Corentin, who had their arc baked into the story as a durge). Dora's a paladin of Corellon (oath of ancients) and her story arc as a companion would have to do with whether or not she should accept capital-r-Redemption, the process by which a drow can be truly "freed" from Lolth and rejoin the ranks of the rest of elven society. It involves all of the Redeemed drow's memories being erased and them being reincarnated as a surface elf. The implication seems to be that without that, regardless of a drow's actions, they'd be thrown back to Lolth when they die? Or at least that their eternal fate is unknown (which is the way I prefer to think of it for. personal reasons). Under normal circumstances, Dora would be a long way from Redemption being presented to her at all (she's not even 200 yet and has only been on the surface for a couple decades), but like with the other gods' Chosen among the companions, near-apocalyptic circumstances tend to speed up those sorts of things.

Of course, you'd have the themes of faith & relationship with deity when they're all unequivocally real and are also mostly all assholes; maintaining or breaking generational cycles; facing the unknown; morality when none of your choices are "good" (and how that interacts with morality vs self preservation); power vs freedom; identity outside of the people who made you; etc. The choice would first be presented to her sometime in late Act I/early Act II, likely the first long rest after the group resurfaces from the Underdark and you've probably gotten some of her backstory already. I have no idea how Larian would have characterized Corellon, but he's considered one of the more benevolent/open-minded deities iirc, which could be interesting to see contrasted with Mystra, Vlaa'kith, and Shar. How much that open-mindedness would extend to a drow, even one who has been a faithful follower even before she escaped to the Surface (and who inherited that faith from her father), is unclear. At the beginning of the game she would be leaning towards accepting Redemption, despite her own misgivings about whether or not she would still be her in that case.

Her final decision (at the ending pier scene) would depend on the relationship she has with the PC and the other companions. Her best ending, imo, would be her not accepting Redemption but continuing to be a force for good. If she has a good relationship with the PC, she would have something to lose. I think seeing the House of Mourning would affect her too. After all, the thing Corellon is offering to her as a way to find peace is the same thing the Sharrans are using as a way to manipulate and control others.

She's viscerally aware of how she was socialized and very actively chooses "good", so pushing her towards a darker path would be incredibly difficult but not impossible. If you side with the goblins she'll leave immediately, and turn on you if she's in your party when you attack the grove. But if you decide to try and control the cult in Act II, depending on your over-all actions before then and how you've interacted with her, you could disillusion her to the point of convincing her to break her oath. That path would entail convincing her that controlling the cult is actually the best idea. I'm sure there would be other times that her oath could break that wouldn't necessarily lock her into an "evil" path, especially with how Oathbreakers are handled in the game. Knocking out Minthara instead of killing her outright and letting Auntie Ethel go in Act I instead of killing her are two things that come to mind.

If she doesn't choose Redemption she would be at the epilogue party, of course. I'm a bit undecided on what would happen if she does choose Redemption. She may not be there at all, w/ Jaheira, Halsin, Minthara, and/or Astarion mentioning running into her in her new, reincarnated state. Or she would be there, confused, and mention how the PC seems familiar in a way she can't quite place. In that case, she would ask them how they know each other and mention something about feeling a twinge of grief looking at everyone, but that she doesn't know why she feels that way. It would be up to the PC how much they tell her (if they tell her anything at all).