#I wanted... Unbinds

[cabbagequeen323]

babes I'm listening to the silmarillion narrated by Andy Serkis and it's so good. it is feeding my soul

[icarusdiesatdawn]

noo I don't wanna tell you for how many hours I've been wearing the binder.............. you're gonna yell at me.....

[kresnikcest]

The berseria art book is so pretty I wish every game got something as in-depth as it did 😭

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Windows 11 makes me feel like my computer is talking down to me and I have literally no other way to describe it

[fionnaskyborn]

in light of recent events: still feeling kinda "huh." about the fact that they canonized what was most likely a formatting error on bungie's part that occurred when the info sheets for noble team were being published as part of the promo campaign way back in the day. as of 2022, it's just. canon now. huh. alright.

[nanaslutt]

dominating the leader of onychinus

minors and ageless blogs dni

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sylus loves having his wrists bound to the bed while you ride him and choke him out. such a strong important man, relinquishing control to his gf because it gets stressful holding up such an image. he just needs to sit back and let you take care of him sometimes.

he has a gag in his mouth this time, and his eyes are rolling to the back of his head each time you bounce on him, thrusting his cock into your warm and gummy walls. he doesn’t even try to thrust properly, just drools around the gag and lets his hips twitch and jerk as they want while you milk him dry.

“does that feel good, baby?” you ask, rocking your hips against his pelvis with his cock burried deep inside you. he nods, his eyes lidded and pussy drunk as he looks back and forth from your face to where you’re swallowing him up.

the groan he lets out behind the gag makes heat rush through your body when you start to rub your clit. he can feel you tightening around him with the added stimulation, and the sight of you playing with yourself on top of him while you use him like a sex toy is making his balls throb.

you squeeze his neck tighter, making his eyebrows pinch together as his eyes fall shut. “sylus, i’m gonna cum.” you moan, your nails pricking his skin from how hard your choking him. all he can do is groan and nod, trying to speak encouragements through the gag but his words are muffled.

quickly, you release his throat and undo the gag, a line of spit connecting from his lip to the ball. “put your hand back around my neck, kitten. squeeze hard, i’m going to cum with you.” he gets out the second the gag is off.

you nod, wrapping your smaller hand around his thick neck and squeezing. sylus’s hands are pulling at his restraints, and his moans are turning more into gasps and low whimpers. “right there-“ he grits through his teeth when you lean forward and place a hand on his abs, fucking his cock right against your gspot.

he must like the stimulation too, because he stars nodding, his jaw falls open, and his brows pinch together. “cum with me, cum right now.” he orders, and although he’s the one tied up and at your mercy, you’re still weak to his commands.

sylus groans low in his throat when you contract around him. the asphyxiation and your cunt strangling his cock is enough for him. his balls empty inside you and his hips jerk up into yours as he tries to bury himself as deep as he can while he fills you with his seed. “that’s it, take all of it kitten.”

his face and chest are flushed, and his words are deep and gravely from all his groaning. he makes sure to keep you sat on him, keeping your hole plugged up with his softening cock as you unbind his wrists. “did you enjoy tying me up, doll?”

you smile and nod, “of course, not everyone gets to have the head of onychinus at their mercy like this.” he laughs and rubs his wrist when you free him. then, he’s grabbing your face with one hand and wrapping his arm around your waist with the other. “no, it’s only for you. and i love it when my little doll dominates me.”

[phoenixblaze1412]

may i request a gn!reader being freaky with the older segments for fun and to just tease em while they’re working in the lab. Like leaving touches (caressing their faces, tracing a hand down on their chests, etc.) leaving em kisses on the neck, etc. Then just leaving them with blue balls

and one day reader gets cornered by all of em and spicy shit happens uhhh yeah

It started as a game.

You were bored.

They were brilliant—always busy with their experiments, immersed in data, ignoring your presence for hours on end.

So, naturally, you decided to interrupt.

You started with Gamma.

He was hunched over a microscope, muttering to himself. You leaned in and let your fingers brush down the back of his neck, tracing the veins beneath his skin. He stiffened immediately.

“You're tense,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear. “You should take a break, Gamma.”

He didn’t respond—not with words. Just a sharp inhale and a faint twitch below the belt.

You smiled.

Then Theta, you traced your fingertips over his chest as he reviewed surgical notes. “Does your heart ever race in that cold body?” you murmured, letting your tongue flick over his neck before walking away.

Omega tried to ignore the kiss you left on his jaw. He clenched the table, growled your name lowly, but didn’t move.

Delta snapped a pencil in his hand when you straddled the stool behind him and massaged his shoulders, letting your breath ghost down the back of his neck.

Then you walked out of the lab.

Like nothing happened.

Like you didn’t just awaken every feral instinct in four dangerous minds.

Hours passed. They said nothing. You began to think you got away with it.

Until the lights dimmed in your wing of the lab.

Until the door locked behind you.

Until four very pissed-off Segments cornered you in the dark.

Gamma was the first to grab you, slamming you against the wall, lips crashing into yours with fevered anger.

“You think we’re toys, firecracker?” he growled, grinding into your thigh. “You thought we wouldn’t make you pay?”

“Made us walk around thinking about you for hours,” Theta hissed, sliding behind you, pinning your arms back. “Now you get to be our lab rat.”

Omega and Delta circled in like sharks. Omega’s gloves were off. Delta’s shirt was unbuttoned.

“You’ll be sore for days,” Delta purred.

“Beg now,” Omega demanded. “Before we take it.”

You were already aching, but you smirked, defiant.

“Make me.”

They did.

———

They stripped you fast, leaving you exposed on a lab table, restraints locking your wrists over your head. Cold metal beneath your back, four mouths on you at once.

Theta left bite marks down your chest.

Gamma sucked bruises onto your thighs.

Omega slipped two slick fingers inside you, curling expertly while Delta whispered: “You're ours now.”

And then?

They denied you.

Over and over.

Teased to the edge. Again. And again.

Every time you begged, they laughed.

“Not yet.”

“You wanted this.”

“You don’t get to finish until we do.”

.

.

Finally, they gave it to you.

Delta pinned your hips, his length thick, ruthless, ramming into you deep while he growled filth into your ear. “Tight little tease, gonna break you open.”

Gamma grabbed your throat and let out a small coo at how you're taking the others well while thrusting into your mouth, using your tongue to vent his built-up frustration.

Theta held your legs open, letting everyone watch your hole stretch, your body twitching as you finally came..only to be flipped and taken again.

Omega rutted inside you. His release hot, punishing, enough to make you sob. “Now you’re marked. Claimed."

Each Segment took their turn.

And then again.

And again.

You were drooling, trembling, belly full, body twitching from overstimulation.

They didn’t unbind you right away.

They just stroked you gently, whispered in your ears, kissed your bruises.

“Next time,” Gamma purred, “we do it in the main lab.”

“Let’s see how loud you scream during dissection lectures,” Theta teased.

“You’re not walking tomorrow,” Delta smirked, kissing your temple.

Omega simply looked down at your cum-streaked, shaking form and said:

“Touch me during a test again… and we’ll breed you on the exam table.”

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Wild Gods, part 2

Part 1

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A new morning did not bring any change. Still the strange being insist you were his mate retuned to him and still you got very few concrete answers from him.

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There were blankets wrapped tightly around you when you awoke, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe you could just creep away if that was the case, just avoid trying to convince him that you definitely weren’t who he thought you were.

As you looked around you spotted a small box that was clearly left to be in your line of sight when you woke up. Curiosity got the better of you and you opened it up slowly to find a beautiful bracelet, a thin gold chain adorned with large emeralds and rubies. The design was familiar and without a second thought you slipped it on before getting up.

The sun was already up and bathing everything in a soft, warm glow. It would have been quite beautiful here if you weren’t being held against your will. Your strange capture was sitting just outside, seemingly making breakfast.

“Good morning, my love” he greeted you cheerfully. “Breakfast is about ready, though it won’t be quite what you were used to before, apologies.”

Cautiously you sat across the cooking fire from him, trying to get a better read on the situation. He offered you food, local fruits foraged, a few small boiled eggs, and some sort of meat that had been skewered and roasted over the fire.

“Who are you?” you asked again.

“The lord of this place” he answered again.

“But what does that mean? What is your name?”

“All of this,” he vaguely gestured around, “is my domain. It’s not much anymore, but I will rebuild it all.”

“And your name?”

“You will remember it in time” is all he answered.

“I need to go home.”

“You are home.”

“I have a family! Parents! Siblings! Friends! They’re going to wonder where I am! I need to go back to them. You have the wrong person anyway!” You went to get up, to storm off and try to find your way back home. At this point you were annoyed by the strange being and from your rejection by the council yesterday, you could care less about convincing him that he was wrong. You just wanted to go home.

“You’re bound here” he called as you stormed off, though you ignored him.

You picked a direction and started walking, just eager to get away from him and you’d figure out the right direction to get home once you were out of the ruins. The tree line of the woods was visible and fast approaching as you made a beeline for it. Right as your foot stepped from the cracked pavers of the ruins and onto the dirt of the woods it felt as though the whole world lurched to the side, sending you stumbling, and when you looked up you seemed to be back in the ruins.

“I warned you” he was sitting not far from you and shrugged.

“Why did you do that?” you snapped at him.

“I didn’t do anything. I am bound to this place, and you are bound to me, ergo you are bound to this place.”

“So unbind me from you, you have the wrong person!”

He sighed, “You know that’s not how this works-”

“No! I don’t! Because you have the wrong person!”

Before you could even register that he moved, he was in front you and had a tight grip on your wrist, claws pressing into your skin, his voice was a low hiss, “That’s impossible! It was a thousand years ago when you were bound to me, when my mark was etched on your soul, you bear the same mark now as you did then. It has taken a long time, but you have finally returned to me and in time you will remember.”

You snatched your wrist away from him and immediately his expression fell.

“I did not mean to snap, I am sorry. It has been a long, lonely, thousand years so forgive my lack of manners” he quickly apologized. “But you are here now, with me, things will go back to how they should.”

You didn’t trust a word he said. He was bound here for some reason, trapped. Benevolent beings weren’t usually imprisoned, though it seemed for now at least you were stuck here too.

The ruins here were in much rougher shape than the rest. Blackened soot clung to the remaining walls, and at the very center where you stood felt slightly sunken in.

“What happened here?” you asked.

“It is a story for another time. Please, let’s go finish breakfast, then we can take a walk and chat.”

You followed him through the labyrinthine ruins back to where you slept last night, the food was still waiting for you. He just watched as you ate, big green eyes seemingly peering into your soul, never once looking away.

“I see you put your bracelet on” he broke the silence.

You glanced down at the bracelet that you already forgot you were wearing.

“That was one of the first gifts I gave you, it makes me happy to see it back on your wrist.”

You just gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.

He had so many questions about how the world was now, so many years confined year had left him quite out if touch, though he didn’t actually seem to be listening to your answers. Instead he was just looking at you with a soft smile and seemed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts.

“Why can’t you leave here?” you asked.

“This is my domain, it is the only place I can be.”

“You said you were bound here though, like trapped.”

“Bound and trapped are not the same, and it used to extend far past the palace. All directions, all the way to the oceans, it was all mine. But a god without followers doesn’t have enough influence to control much” he gave a little shrug, but looked away from you.

“You aren’t a god.”

“Oh? Then what am I?” he asked, “Have you ever seen anyone else like me?”

You hadn’t. He spoke like a human, walked and moved like a human, though he very much was not one. Not entirely anyways.

His head was that of a tiger, and though his body was humanoid, he was covered in soft, striped fur in a tiger’s pattern. His hands were shaped like a human’s, but appeared to have claws that could retract like a cat’s. He had a long tail, and his feet were more akin to paws.

You had heard of demons with animal traits, or humans cursed to take odd forms, though he did not seem particularly hostile, just frustrated.

“Then what are you the god of?” you asked.

“This place, the land, the people here.”

“That’s not how it works! There’s the pantheon and-”

“No. I do not know who your ‘pantheon’ is nor do I care. They are not real. There is the Great Mother, and her children, that is all” his tone was curt, it seemed you may have hit a nerve with him.

You wracked your brain for any mentions of a Great Mother or anything similar to what he had said, but there was nothing you recalled. Unless…

“You’re one of the old wild gods” you said.

The wild gods, a contested topic in scholarly circles. Shrines and temples to ancient gods had been unearthed over the years, but very little remained. No writings or distinct artifacts, just nearly destroyed structures and the occasional mural or mosaic. Some scholars claimed the wild gods once walked the planet and preformed great feats, others claimed they were some sort of warmongering tyrants over their followers, though most believed that they were never real and just an early form of religion.

While you had never seen any of these supposed shrines, the ruins here were far grander than anything else you had heard of, and despite not being far from the seat of the council you had never seen them before. Had never heard of them. It was almost as though they just appeared.

“I don’t know about that name, but I am the god of this area, and I’ve certainly been here much longer than your supposed ‘pantheon’.”

“Then why doesn’t any know there ruins are here? This is pretty close to the city, but no one knows that there here.”

“This place is protected, at least for now, so only my faithful will be able to find it.”

“So why could I find it?”

“As I have said, my mark is on you, you are connected to me so of course you can find your way back home.”

“I’ve been out in these woods plenty of times but never found them before.”

“I do not have an answer for that, but it doesn’t matter. You are where you belong now, I can start rebuilding now.”

You gave him an odd look, everything he said just felt off, “And why wait so long to rebuild?”

“I did what I could: made sure I had a room and somewhere comfortable for you to sleep, cleared the soot from much of the palace, though as I said, a god with no followers doesn’t have much influence or power. But now I have my most devoted follower back, and soon you will bear our children. Our little family will be the beginning of my empire.”

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@mothmansanctuary

[lucilleslore]

i need to hear ur thoughts on touch starved coryo omg

i have way too much fun doing these <3

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➸ okay coryo isn’t the type of touch starved where they internally start freaking out and get embarrassed with physical touch but more so he just becomes absolutely obsessed with it and won’t stop thinking about how much he misses your hands on him and then will literally do anything to get you to touch him!!

➸ i could really see him at the beginning like faking illness or injuries just to have you fussing all over him. he’s that DRAMATIC and that PROUD he won’t just ask you for affection.

➸ once coryo admits to himself how much he’s come to crave your touch he becomes really into pda which honestly surprises you. it’s never anything extreme - he does have an image to keep up - but he likes to keep a hand on you at all times. loves to hold you by the back of your neck as he speaks to you. loves it when you entwine your fingers with his. especially loves when you try and push some of his hair back.

➸ could see him liking being little spoon i’m sorry -

➸ used to always pin your hands down when he was fucking you but now literally goes feral if you so much as scratch his back. eats you out just so he can feel your nails scrape over his scalp. his pretty eyes literally flutter closed at the sensation and you have to pretend you can’t see him grinding into the mattress.

➸ becomes super possessive over who you touch/who touches you. 100% gives you the silent treatment when you have no clue why he’s angry like why don’t you realise you are HIS?? only he should get to touch you. then proceeds to blow up and bend you over the nearest surface.

➸ coryo can be cruel and whenever you get a bit needy he’d love to dole out punishments of sorts where he ties your hands back and forbids you to touch him. he loves the way you pout your lips and the grumpy little whines you let out but let’s face it once he’s about to cum he unbinds you and physically shudders when your fingers slip into his hair.

➸ omg but imagine peacekeeper!coryo seeking out the barracks bunny and you think he just wants to fuck you but he just lies himself down in your arms because he’s so stressed ( being a villain is hard ) and lonely and missing his family - I CAN’T - and you’d sing him songs from the district and tickle his back until he sleeps. would probably threaten you in the morning though not to tell anyone.

[mama-waterlily]

i want to tease a cute girl so badly

chain her ankles, place her in a straitjacket, chain her collar to the wall.

dress in the sexiest clothing she's ever seen, and slowly pace next to her.

sit just in front of her and run my fingers along my body. looking at her straight in the eyes. whimpering behind her gag as her face turns red, wanting more than anything for me to touch her. to touch me. she envies the fingertips which stroke my most intimate parts. trying to get whatever pleasure she can by pathetically grinding her soaked, diapered crotch on the floor.

removing her gag momentarily and holding up little notes for her to read out loud, each one more humiliating than the last. just hoping that i'll unbind her and fuck her if she's good enough for me.

though i never do.

the most she gets is a facefucking and two hours of agonizing edging, praise, and teasing over her obedient willingness to humiliate herself for me.

cumming in her mouth, slipping her pacifier in just afterward, double diapering her, and leaving her in her chains to whimper and wordlessly beg~

[fleurn1igh1]

Be my only love ❝𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧❞

T.W:- Language {?}, use of chloroform Note:- forgive me for any errors 😓, they are unintentional Synopsis:- "Be my only love, will you do that for me?"

Anger is an ugly emotion and feeling the unbinding rage is even worse, you stood at the door of the bedroom where your boyfriend hurriedly put on his clothes in shame of being caught, you wanted to say so many things but all that could come in your mouth is a choked sob as you walked out the door, crushing the bouquet you had just brought for him, hearing your name faintly called from behind the same velvety voice that once used to make you fill with joy, you didn't stop at the calls because you knew there will be nothing but pathetic excuse to tell.

For the next few weeks, he sent you flowers, gifts as an form of apology, but you threw them trash but one day, Louis came himself with a sheepish smile and eyes full of regrets "you really have no shame, do you?" you said with cold eyes "Y/n I just wanna apologize, I can explain--" "We are over, Louis, just accept it" you cut him off firmly "Please, I love you" his eyes very telling the pain he's been through ever since he lost you "Don't make me laugh" you scoffed in disbelief "I'm being honest, I was a fool, please forgive me" "Fuck off" you said closing the door on his face, Alas Louis wouldn't give up he clenched the bouquet in his hands and left the place feeling defeated but he knows just the way to keep you all to himself.

It was Midnight of Friday, the moon was casting a soft, silver glow on a quiet street. as a black silhouette brushed past the street to get to certain somebody's house, lucky for the figure they know just the way to get inside that house, creeping inside the figure walked up stairs to went inside the bedroom, a grin flashed across the figures face as they removed their hood and used the napkin to put on your nose, the scent of chloroform filled up your nostril as you woken up to a force firmly pressing the napkin against your face, you looked at the person and noticed the same black eyes with brown messy hair, Louis.

"I'm sorry, darling but you left me no choice" all your struggles went in vain as everything went black but before you were fully unconscious you heard his voice saying "Be my only love, will you do that for me?"

[hysterical-honey]

Red Flags and Long Nights

Red Flags and Long Nights - She Wants Revenge

Pitfighter! Vi × Fem! Reader Ao3 Word Count: 3,161 Summary: A familiar face takes residence in your run-down building, and you take to cleaning her up, whether she appreciates it or not. TWS:// 18 + ONLY, Reader is AFAB, Mentions of Caitlyn and the events of act 1 s2, Childhood Friends to Strangers to Lovers, Porn with Feelings, Vi is still at her lowest but she's getting better, Hurt & Comfort, Bathing, Blood, Sub! Vi, Vaginal Fingering + Cunnilingus, VI BUSH TRUTHER.

The room is a mess; bottles litter the ground, some fresh, some old, some empty, and some have tipped and spilled amber or mauve liquid onto the wooden paneling.

"Vi, this is fucking foul." You speak almost in a whisper as if you couldn't quite keep it to yourself. Having helped her up the stairs per the request of what you might assume is her manager? You think his name might be Loris, but the common slur in Violet's tone leaves you a bit lost on what the truth might be.

"Fuck you," She spits out, shrugging out of your hold and bracing herself on the edge of her bed. "I told you it was a mess before we got here." Vi isn't drunk, not tonight, at least. The last few fights have left her short on cash, and Loris stopped funding her long ago. You'd watch her rub her face before wincing in apparent pain.

"...How long has it been since you bathed?" Vi grumbled in response, nodding at the sink illuminated in yellow from the exposed bulb within the ceiling. "Properly, Vi." Then she'd sigh, broad shoulder rising and falling almost dramatically before lying back onto the mess of blankets and foregone clothes. Some hers, some maybe not.

"Listen, I'm home, I'm fine...I don't need you getting in my fucking business like some mother hen."

"You're a mess—" You bite.

"Spare me."

"My apartment is just up the stairs...Take a bath, at least. I won't mess with you, won't hover..."

"Like when we were kids?" she asked reverently as if suddenly lost in the cherished memory as she lay splayed out on the dull, stained mattress. It made you pause; it wasn't quite the first time she'd brought up the past, far from it. Though as the silence lingered, you'd sigh. An awful pit forming within your stomach, burning and eating at you like acid. It hurt to see her like this, covered in blood and oil, the mess of bottles, take-out boxes, and dust that littered the small room. The punching bag had a worn spot on the side, dried blood splattered on the faded gray. You never knew Vi to be so messy; Vander never would have allowed it. Then again, maybe years at Stillwater changed her. Not that it mattered; you can't leave her alone to wallow like this.

"Just come get clean...please." The judgment within your words is gone, finally. Left with only a sense of pity and desperation. Another heavy sigh, a pause, and then a grunt as Violet sat up, hesitating but eventually putting her hand out for you to grab. Helping her up.

—--- -

The bath water is a soft blue against the eggshell ceramic. The gentle scent of salt fills the space as you pour a small amount of Epsom into the warm water, watching it bubble as it dissolves, hearing Vi shrug her clothes off with a soft huff and groan; it was painful, somewhat; you could tell.

"...Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"Don't worry about me, sugar...just—maybe a little?" she said through clenched teeth. You come up behind her and gently rest your palms against her shoulders. Vis's shoes were discarded, her jacket thrown onto the loveseat nestled in your room's far corner. All that was left were her pants and chest binds—the wraps stained with oil, blood, dirt, and probably much worse.

"Here, I'll unbind your chest," You murmur. "You can sit and take your pants off."

"Mm, is that an inviatation, sweetpea?" She'd purr, peeking over at you through the corner of her eye. The powdery blue is striking against the oil caked against her skin.

"Don't flatter yourself." You smile, meeting her eyes momentarily before turning your attention to the binds in question. Every layer discarded makes her body tremble, and as the once-white bandages fall to the ground, she takes a deep breath. "How long have you kept these on like this?"

"...A few weeks, I think...It's not important." She'd stretch, popping her joints and back. Rolling her neck, you can't take your eyes off her tattoos, the sheer detail of the ink. She was just about to touch them before she turned. Taking you off guard, you'd look away from her bare chest. Vi seemed amused, walking around you as she unbuckled her belt, removed her pants, and stepped into the tub with another heavy sigh. "It's...deep," She sounded almost impressed.

You, however, felt flustered seeing her this way. Being so shy felt silly like she wasn't a woman like you. You knew better, though, and perhaps Vi knew just as well. Even when you were kids, you'd always held this tension. The harbored tension that any adolescent crush would bring. The sort that was never solved, never spoken of. Not until she came back with that enforcer. You couldn't be jealous, maybe judgmental given the circumstances, but no matter what was thrown at Vi, you knew her heart was strong. If she saw something in that Piltie, you'd have trusted her. In the months you'd realized Violet was your neighbor, you'd never brought up that enforcer—Loris warned you against it, and you'd listened. 

"Uhm, yeah, I looked around for the nicest one when they let me tour the place. A week isn't complete without a nice Friday bath." You'd jest, Vi would scoff as if amused.

"I guess so...So...Are you just gonna watch me? Bathe, I mean."

"Oh—no, I need to get you a washcloth and a towel anyway. I'm sorry. I promised not to hover." You sounded nervous as if caught with something you shouldn't have.

"Old habits."

You'd laugh, exit the room, and grab what you'd mentioned. It was a lush, muted green, one of only four you had, alongside a soft, much less plush washrag. You return to find Vi washing her face with the pinkish soap bar you kept there.

"Here," You'd hum, trying not to eye the exposed flesh of her breasts, dropping the towel onto the closed toilet lid and holding your hand out with the washcloth in the center of your palm.

"You know," She'd start before letting the water run down her face through her fingers. "I don't think I'd mind if you did."

"Did what?" You'd jeer inquisitively.

"Hover."

"Oh."

Vi would hum, smiling faintly up at you before taking the rag from your hand.

"Uh-huh, would you mind washing my hair?" It's such an innocent question, one you can't help but want to say yes to. To wash the grime from her hair, maybe even her body. To clean her of the last few months. 

"I suppose I wouldn't mind too much, no…" You'd huff out, making a fuss as you sat at the tub's edge anyway. "Dunk your head."

—--- -

By Janna her hair was unruly to the point of frustration. Caked and dyed in oil and grime, no amount of scrubbing would make it fade. The flowery vanilla seemed almost offensive to you now, the sweet scent mocking your accursed mission. With a huff, you'd lean forwards and grab the shower head from its rubber placement, turning the ivory and silver knobs. 

"I swear…" You'd mutter, Vi, chortling as if it's some little prank. "It isn't so funny, you know; I wonder how long it'll take to fade out." 

"Damn, don't sugarcoat it…is it that bad?"

"I miss your pretty pink hair, that's all." You'd tilt her head down, gently washing the soap away.

"Pretty, hm?" Vi mumbled under her breath, knowing you probably wouldn't hear. Perhaps she should tease you for it, but she won't. Not when she likes the attention from you. "It's kind of funny, isn't it?" This time, she spoke more firmly, hearing you hum as if to encourage her to go on. "Us, I mean…running into each other again—"

"Little different from last time, I'd say." 

"Well, yeah, but…It's just funny to me, is all. You're somehow always around when I'm...when I need you, I guess."

"Maybe it's my curse." You jest, and Vi huffs an amused bluster, but the words hit deeper than you realize. 

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When the water ran cold, it was black and shiny under the fluorescent lights above the sink mirror. Violet shivered carefully, wrapping herself with the pale green fluff of your surprisingly comfortable towel. Her skin felt light; for the first time in a while, she was clean, and even while the loom of her conscience hung, she felt safe within your home.

It was laughable that you had a full bathtub shower combo while she had only her little sink and toilet in the apartment below. Despite that, Vi wouldn't say anything, not a snark or a sneer. Not about that, at least. She felt completely raw for the first time in a long time. No longer slathered in grime or hidden under the haze of booze. Her chest burned as she opened the door, steam billowing out of the bathroom and into your dimly lit studio apartment. It was similar to her own, though your bed was on the opposite corner and nearly spotless aside from the organized mess of clothes in one singular chair.

"Hey." You hear her behind you, arms crossed, as she looks around the room. You look anywhere but at her for no reason other than the way her forearm muscles ripple underneath the elaborately inked skin. The way her damp, tangled fringe hangs down past her eyes. Those pretty powder blues fixated on you with what you might be hallucinating as longing.

"Hi," You start, standing from the worn velvet of the stool cushion. The mirror of your vanity allowed Vi to see the state of herself if she'd take a moment to look away from you. Which she didn't. "I have clothes you can borrow...maybe a hairbrush?"

Vi would smile, her body language relaxing. "Clothes sound nice, yeah...not that I wouldn't mind keeping this towel on."

"Nice, huh?" You'd speak with an air of bravado, proud of the nicer things you could afford, even if you lived within a crumbling building amid Zaun's slums.

"You tell me." Oh, she was teasing you again, flopping onto your bed with a huff and a creak of protest from the frame.

"I'm telling you, you need to brush this hair before it dries this way...it'll be a nest if left unattended." You'd say, standing in front of her, hands in her hair as you'd feel the damaged strands between your fingers. Vi would hum, arms reaching forward as they'd wrap around your hips. Bringing you closer, pressing her face into the flush of your abdomen. You allow it; frankly, you welcome the gesture no matter how intimate it may be. "You want me to brush your hair too?" You murmur playfully. Hands cupped at either side of her jaw, lifting her gaze as she rested her chin above your belly button.

"I wouldn't mind it..." God, she sounds so tired, looking up at you with something you can't possibly identify. Yearning, maybe? You aren't sure, but you can feel the heavy weight of your heart, and you know you feel it, too. Whatever it is.

So, you brush her hair, letting the bristles gently part the tangles and knots. Trying to be gentle, you sit behind her on your knees as she leans back to make it easier for you. Vi would break the silence. "I remember when you'd do this...when we were kids."

"Yeah, you'd bitch and moan about it even after you'd ask...Too cool for pampering." Vi would close her eyes, chuckling.

"I was such a little punk-ass...I liked when you'd brush my hair out, a lot, honestly...Powder did too," She said that last part quietly. "Why did you, anyway? I mean...Just kids on the block, fuck, I think I'm a year older than you anyways..."

"The first time..." It hurt to say, somehow. To speak of the past, no matter how dear the memory may be. "Powder got...something in her hair, and I cut it out for her, brushed it, and probably washed it in the sink. Then she ushered you in because I 'did such a good job'...You both just kept coming around, but I never really cared. I didn't have a lot of friends anyway, and, you know, I liked having you around."

"Did she...after I was taken, after Silco—"

"No, she didn't." You'd stop, set the brush down, touch her shoulder, and feel her lean back into you.

One palm cradles your face as she turns. "You're all I have left, you know..."

"...Vi." It's as if the emotions take over her all at once.

"P...Please, please don't leave me—Not like her—not like them." You weren't sure what to say, to push her away or wrap her up in your arms and never let go. It breaks your heart, but in silence, as tears run down her freckled cheeks and yours start to well up, she kisses you. Pulling your face in with an almost pitiful whimper, keeping her palms firm against the meat of your cheeks as if she's fearful you might pull away, though as you shift and wrap your arms securely around her waist and shoulders, she pushes you onto your back. The faint creak and bounce do not break the tension in the slightest.

Vi straddles your hips. Knees digging into the plush of your bed, her unwrapped hands roving over your body before pulling at the fabric of your shirt. Only a moment did your lips disconnect; the toss of the article, and she'd shove you down again. Her actions rushed as if she didn't want to think about it, didn't want to question what would come after. Just relish the moment with someone so dear and willing for her. A soft hum left you as she shoved you; Violet took advantage as her tongue licked into your mouth, brushing against your premolars and canine teeth before you pressed the flat of your tongue to hers. The taste is almost metallic and minty but washed with something bitter. Whiskey, maybe.

You feel her hips thrust downwards, grinding the hairs of her mound against the cotton of your panties. Vi can hardly take it, her body burning and mind hazing over as she starts to grind against you, almost hump, hand going back to cup your face as she'd mewl and gasp. Your hands slid down to her hips before you flipped them. Pushing Vi onto her back, knee planted between her thighs as she let out a needy whine.

"Pretty—you're so fucking beautiful." You say between kisses, lips trailing down her nude body; Violet is left to breathe out little puffs of breath.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how h-hot you look..." You note the tremble in her voice as her hand pets and pulls at the hair of your head. Your lips brush down the trail of hair that bled into her mound. The maroon red was stark, thick, and curly against the pale cream of her skin. The scent of soap and sweat fills your senses before kissing her clit from where it poked out amongst the mess. "Fuck—ah, please? Pretty please, sugar." She'd whine out; how could you possibly deny her? With a laugh and another kiss to the swollen meat of her clit, you'd wrap an arm around her right thigh as you settled your cheek against the other. Licking past the maroon curls and dragging the flat of your tongue from the heated wet center to the space between her clit and mound. Enveloping your lips around the bundle of slick nerves, eliciting a soft pleasure-stuffed moan from the woman splayed out across your bed.

Suckling at the puffy flesh, pulling your lips from her clit to mouth at the sweet heat of her soaking cunt. The blunt edges of her nails were digging into your scalp. Moaning and huffing as she'd beg. "Please, harder, more, sugar— please. "

"Mmn, such a good girl." You'd hum against her clit, peering up into those weepy desperate eyes. Without too much warning, slipping a finger into the tight heat of her core, curling the finger once it was buried up to the knuckle within her. Spurring a groan. Pressing the flat of your tongue to her clit once again, each languid thrust making her huff and hum, rolling her hips as if to seek greater friction. Which you would provide, adding a second finger, licking and kissing her twitching clit with each movement of your fingers.

The flutter of her eyelashes, the faint blush on her cheeks, the way her lips pucker so subtly. She's close, you assume.

"You gonna cum for me, Vi?"

"Yes—yes, baby, let me cum for you— shit," She'd say through her teeth as you'd add another finger, the flex of her most intimate muscles making your thighs press together as she'd groan and arch her back into the sensation. Thrusting your fingers harder, faster. Sucking on her clit like candy, and frankly, she tasted so good it may as well be. With a ragged moan of your name, she'd squeeze and quiver at the digits of your fingers. Juices flood out, the squelch of each thrust filling the room as you help her ride out her orgasm.

After a moment, you'd pull them out, licking one last line up the slick meat of her pussy. Making her whine. Then, you'd kiss and mouth at her inner thighs, the little hairs tickling at your lips and cheeks. Smearing her own release on the slope, her thigh and hip joint met. A shuddering sigh pushed past Violet's lungs, her body going limp against the sheets. Crawling up her body, her fingers pressing into the meat of your hips as her lips would greedily press to your own. Her mouth opened as if she might speak, wrapping her arms around your form as tightly as she could manage, trembling and shaking.

"I'm not going anywhere, Vi...Not now, not ever ." Your forehead melded to her own as you'd both cry. Tears fell to her face, mingling and forming with her own into the little wet patch under her head.

"I wanna believe you so bad." She mutters out, breathless and distraught.

"The best I can manage, I swear it...I'll be here or there or wherever the fuck you need me—" She'd cut you off with another kiss, rolling you over at her tear-slick face, sliding against your own. Grabbing at your hands, intertwining her fingers with yours, her nose placed to your pulse point.

"With me, I just need you with me. " She'd breathe out against your lips. You'd squeeze her hand, nuzzling into her shoulder. A silent promise you hoped to keep.

[janearts]

(Disclaimer: I finished Roisia's playthrough in early September, so this comic and my analysis below is not necessarily reflective of Halsin's current attitudes and/or dialogue as they might have been tweaked since then through patches.)

The short of it is that Roisia would be highly frustrated that Halsin holds civilisation, her home, and her way of living in such low regard in Act III. The long of it is underneath the read-more.

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Halsin frustrates her by drawing a clear divide between the natural and the civilised, and elevates the former while denigrating the latter. It's not that the problems Halsin identifies (e.g., poverty) aren't real issues for Baldurians, but Roisia disagrees with the framework Halsin uses to identify the root (heh) of those issues. She believes that scarcity isn't unique to civilisation and that the behaviours that Halsin finds so despicable can be likewise found in the natural world. Roisia believes that "nature" even in its purest form has bustle just like any city.

Where Halsin believes that civilisation confines a person and nature unbinds them, Roisia believes that nature's creatures have societies and since all societies have structure that means all societies have rules. Some rules are codified in stone or in parchment and others aren't. The issue, as Roisia sees it, is that there isn't a clear delineation between what belongs to nature and what is a result of social construction that is unique to humanoid-kind. In Roisia's eyes, Halsin seems to tally what he doesn't like under civilisation's domain and what he does under nature's.

Anyway, while she overall deeply respects Halsin, admires his compassionate heart, and applauds his efforts to carve out a better life for everyone around him, he would drive her absolutely bonkers in Act III. All of which is such a pity, because I wanted to romance him and have them scoop up all the orphaned children on their way home. 😂 Another playthrough it is!

[thepsychonyx]

The Dagger is a representation of Solas Duty and Trauma

DRAGON AGE THE VEILGUARD SPOILERS AHEAD

I believe the dagger being left behind in Redemption endings symbolise Solas finally being freed of his duty & trauma whilst non-redemption endings force that pain to go with him. The dagger reminds him all he lost & sacrificed vs in Redemption he is free and regains his autonomy.

Before anyone yells at me that this is a reach, I get it- but walk with me. The dagger was commissioned by Mythal, he was against its creation and against its purpose to sunder the Titans, it was also used to kill Mythal and is essentially a symbol of all of Solas' original sins

Though some of us agree that none of these things sit solely on his head, they do sit on his conscience.

The grief of having a part of your autonomy irreversibly altered as they did with the Titans is a reflection of how he was forever condemned to himself. His one salve? Duty.

I've never thought Mythal's words in the Redemption endings were an indication of him prizing her affection above the chance Rook gave or Lavellan's pleading, she mutilated his spirit and perverted his purpose. For which, her taking accountability unbinds him of the emotional and mental toll. This is only one aspect of why the dagger is key to redemption. The important thing is he needed to be freed of his duty, he feels he has gone too far and taken too much. He knows the price has been too high and that is why he wants to be stopped, one way or another. Hence leaving hints for Inquisitor and Varric, as well as stating to Rook he fears becoming like Elgar'nan, too powerful with no one to check him. He never wanted to be this, and he is ready to die. Solas is exhausted of what this duty has taken from him as it has costed him everything.

Crucially, freeing him from his duty finally allows him to let go of the purpose he made himself physical for. He was brought into the world to give her wisdom, wisdom she denied and without her to unbind, his reason for being physical is left to trying to heal the wounds he made.

In DAI, if you drink from the Well, thus putting you into Mythals service, Solas is incredibly angry for valid reason. He just watched you make the same error he did!

He bears these words so heavily because this is also the burden he bears - he is stuck in the cycle of what this duty demands of him.

Solas asks you what will you do after Corypheus and he only *Approves* if you say "I'll restore what was" - he associates bettering the world with undoing the condition his actions have forced it into.

"You honor the past and work to recover what was lost, even if the cost is high." It is not all about Mythal, it is about fixing his biggest mistakes and restoring the world to what he, someone duty bound to the people for causing the problems, took away from *everyone.*

He knows the cost is high, that's why he wants to be stopped. That's why he leaves hints for Inquisitor. It's why he says to a friend, "I would treasure the chance to be wrong again" - he just cannot see another way because he is bound by his purpose for why he entered the world.

This is why the Trick ending also works because it forced Solas to see another way to atone, but the dagger - the grief and trauma - goes with him. The bad ending is him completely forced (stabbed) into becoming a manifestation of pride. His duty completely corrupting his values.

Whilst the Redemption ending is the most fulfilling as it finally let's him allow himself to let go. He is forgiven, for the first time ever by his friend or true love, he is absolved of the burdens and duty that haunted him, he is given the wisdom he has always been denied.

Someone who only wanted to free others finally being freed themselves, who endeavoured to unshackle the chains of others finally being unbound of his own, isn't that a beautiful ending? He is just a man, a faulted haunted man who did his best and I think that is worth something.

The beautiful thing, is with the Solavellan ending, Inquisitor Lavellan gives him more than just atonement to live for. Bereft of his original purpose of bestowing wisdom as he has confined himself to atone, she posits a new purpose. Their love, eternally, will be their new fate. He will never be alone again, and together work towards his new purpose. For a man who was enslaved by a friend (he wore Mythal's valaslin!) who used him and ignored him, to be given salvation from the love of his life who listened to him and wants to be beside him through everything - I cannot imagine a better conclusion and retirement from his Duty and the first crucial step into healing from his Trauma.

(Ignore me in the corner teary eyed lol)

This post by Trick states that the endings with the dagger mean it’ll be harder for him mentally to become free - it may be a simple association that no dagger = redemption, but this is DA it has to mean more. At least, it does to me.

[ftmother]

I want to fuck you with an already broken condom so you don't get tested and find the baby I raped into you until its too late. Surprise, I hope it's a boy!

fuuck, finding out you've impregnated me way past the deadline for abortion. i'm forced to grow your rape baby in my fertile womb... finding out my baby is a real boy, not the fake kind that i am. i still insist that i'm a boy while i clutch my heavily pregnant belly, my fat tits wobbling when i walk. nobody i meet will see me as a man, with this heavy burden you fucked into my womb, my widening hips, my unbindable, swollen boobs. soon, i'll have to push your baby out of my vagina. i'll have to admit that i'm a mother...

[ruinedwithlust]

The idea of fully clothed versus completely naked but it's flipped, he's still completely clothed and restrained to the bed and I get to grind my bare pussy against the bulge in his slacks. Giggling when I see the wet spot forming, or leaning down and pressing my breasts against his chest and making half-hearted attempts to kiss him. Hearing his frustrated whines and groans every time I pull away when he tries to kiss me, or when he bucks his hips up into me and I force them back down with my hand. Just watching him get more and more frustrated that by the time he starts begging me to unbind him or let him do something, all I do is gag him and continue using his body in exactly the way I want to.