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keyleth-clay · 2 years

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Venture Maidens Fate Campaign Speculation

Here there be spoilers for Venture Maidens: Fate, episodes 83-86 (and also pretty much everything before that)! Read ahead at your own risk!

Man, Celeste is such a good fucking DM.

And that goes for, y’know, everything she does in every episode of the show, but even more than that – I’m currently on episode 86 of Fate, and despite the fact that the end of the campaign is so close, I have no idea what’s going to happen. I don’t know who the “good guys” and the “bad guys” are. Which, when there’s 13 episodes left in a campaign and you’re firmly in the home stretch? Is usually something that’s pretty obvious.

This is mostly just going to be rambling to get my thoughts in order at this point in the campaign, and also because it’s fun to speculate even though I’m Very Far Behind.

I’m firmly of the opinion that Rem isn’t a bad guy. Yes, she took the Avatar, but then in episode 85 Kara said that she hired the drow to dig it up, which, unless I managed to miss that part, isn’t actually true and is just an assumption (either on the player’s part or the character’s, or both). Yes, she killed Nerull, but she specifically only killed one god, her father, and I imagine that she had a very good reason to do so. She probably could have killed more, many more, but she didn’t, and I don’t think she killed this one particular god coincidentally.

(There’s also the fact that, according to DnD lore, Nerull is technically already canonically dead, as he is the predecessor to the Raven Queen. I wonder if that’s part of her motivation in killing him…)

Celeste also managed to make me very suspicious of the Sisters of Sorrow (the gods, not the organization) with a single conversation. Why Fera? Why would she be leader, even though she showed no desire to lead? Why pull her away in the middle of a mission and say, specifically, “Anyone who spends time under the influence of an evil god cannot be trusted.” (ep 83)

Really? Like Arrnodel, whose patron was fucking Dendar, who the very person/people saying this helped to facilitate her getting a different patron, and who were apparently fine with giving her their gift initially? Like Sawyeh, who freed Olhydra and took her into her body and who Isolde said that they would have to kill if it turned out that she was being controlled by Olhydra’s influence? And they’re saying that “Anyone who spends time under the influence of an evil god cannot be trusted” about ISOLDE TRISTANE, who is a CLERIC OF THE SISTERS OF SORROW and who has been nothing but faithful to them? Because she cared about Rem, I guess?

(The fact that Katie/Fera didn’t bring this up in the conversation later with the rest of the party is driving me up the fucking WALL, but anyways.)

And also, the whole assumption from the players – and from the NPCs, which is almost certainly intentional on Celeste’s part to sow doubt – that Rem is trying to destroy the world?

Why? Why would they assume that she wants to destroy everything? What possible motivation could she have for that?

And this is the same Rem that was furious with Kristoph and Isolde for not wanting to open the Elysium Keep to the refugees from Bastard’s Breach – including the children, which was her main argument, that those innocent children and innocent citizens did nothing wrong and didn’t deserve to be turned away. The same Rem that was furious with the carillons for putting the Maidens through their trials and their part in Arrnodel’s death.

AND the supposed damage that Rem was doing to the fabric of reality, the one that the Sisters (again, the gods) were so concerned about? When Celeste describes it to Fera/Katie, she says that “You would never have seen this if she hadn’t pointed it out to you – this tiny flaw in the fabric”. That’s the world-ending damage to reality that they’re so concerned about? That’s the tear in the universe that the Maidens must protect, and that they must stop Rem from doing, and also that the Sisters are just… claiming is Rem’s fault? If that was the case, wouldn’t she have just attacked them directly, instead of killing Nerull?(ep 83)

In episode 77, in the message that Rem gave to Sawyeh’s water elemental (Persahna? Idk how to spell it), she said “I seek to unshackle us all”. Taking the damage to the weave of reality into account – my best guess at this point is that we’re dealing with a Fate vs. Free Will argument. Especially because of how many members of the Sisters of Sorrow (an organization named after the goddesses of fate) owe their allegiance to Rem, and her steadfast belief in second chances and redemption, and how many of those people she brought into the organization don’t even follow the Sisters.

Also, there’s the fact that this campaign & its world-building takes a lot of inspiration from Greek mythology - you know, the Greek mythology where the gods are often vengeful, and petty, and deeply flawed, and also aren’t all-knowing and frequently only care about protecting themselves and their own domains?

#obviously i could be very wrong but i'm almost caught up with Fate so i guess i'll find out soon #no spoilers please!#kc speaks #Venture Maidens #VM 1 #VM Fate #meta #Rem #The Sisters of Sorrow #also just looking ahead to a couple of late-game episode titles #i mean A Game Of Crones? Loose Threads? A Tangled Web? I am Extremely Suspicious of the sisters

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stellarhistoria · 9 months

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inbox call. // @wclking-fire. // reunion, and many more.

she's silent for a moment, considering - weighing what would be most important to say, to ask. and, truly, she knows that she doesn't quite know what's going on, but... this is her baby boy. one of them, at least. and she's no stranger to the idea of bottling something - even though she doesn't do it anymore.

so she takes a seat next to the familiar boy ( and he still was; just a boy, scared and angry and hurt ) and stays silent for a little while. letting her ideas spiral and wind through her fingers. she can tell that he is hurting just to see her. how long has it been? time has become a little strange these days. but, it didn't matter.

"I'm proud of you, Vash. That will never change."

#wclking fire #♡. rem.v02 ( au ) ⁄ ⁄ a second chance for forever .#♡. rem.asks ⁄ ⁄ the color red is for strength .#♡. rem.ic ⁄ ⁄ flash of hope .#REM&VASH [WCLKINGFIRE] THREAD 001.#woe. woe unto you. perish

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humanitysong · 9 months

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"......wait. I have to go to school?" with other kids? isn't the school age seven?! he's just over a year old.

#❝ ᵖᵃᶦʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒᵒᵗˢᵗᵉᵖˢ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵈ ❞╱ threads .#dash comm tbt.#[ ...cant just rem keep teaching him ]#❝ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᶦⁿᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ❞╱ timeswap verse 01 .

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bleuberrygliscor · 2 years

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i just spent way too long reading into shit that shouldnt even be happening and finding out the collective thats facilitating it has washed their hands of responsibility actually.

#rem rambles #yet again i am reminded that the 'ethical' thing to do is never the thing that gets done.#for every cool as shit thing we do there is always one guy who fucks it up.#thank you otter for posting that thread. i would never have known about it otherwise.#and seeing that shit is just...like...come on. thats clearly theft.#like not even in an 'i was inspired' kind of way. like a for serious way. like you should NOT be proud of #the fact that you can replicate someone else's style like that. like you HAD to take their stuff for that.#and you should ONLY be pulling open-source or public domain stuff man come on.#do they not force you fuckers to take computing ethics classes? i took 2 AND a philosophy course.#im not gonna say it on twitter. because im sure they know. but they can sue the collective for that.#its forging their signatures. its clearly possible to replicate and infringe on their market here.#can i be excited about a really cool milestone in comp sci for #A WEEK before yall start fucking doing the ONE UNCOOL THING publicly...

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silkscreaming · 10 months

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[ID: Trigun fanart of a Pushing Daisies AU. Vash and Knives are shown in a cafe, both wearing aprons. Vash is smiling at Wolfwood as he prepares a strawberry pie, and Knives scowls at Vash while holding a covered box which flies are buzzing over. Over them is the cursive text "Love and Pies." In the background, Wolfwood is staring at Vash with a lovestruck expression, and Kuroneko is sleeping on a diner chair. End ID]

there once were two pie makers who shared a gift: a touch that brought the dead to life.

the facts were these:

-the twins share the power. they discovered it as kids when Rem died suddenly, and learned its limits when vash hugged her goodnight. he blames himself, and doesn't like toying with the power.

-nai got involved in some unsavory business trying to find clues after their sister tessla went missing.

-enter wolfwood: a man with ties to the organization that has to do with tessla's disappearance. except: he's dead.

-nai brings wolfwood back to question him right as vash walks in to the wake. nai is unable to kill wolfwood again within the 60sec time limit. (he also has extremely foggy memory of his death and the events leading up to it)

-vash is a slight exception to the rule: he can give his own life force to bend the cost rule. nai loses the minute holding vash back from giving his entire life to keep wolfwood alive and spare the cost of someone else's life.

bonus things that didn't fit in my twt thread:

-nai is in touch with milly and meryl's detective agency to keep a tab on any clues. they are frequent customers at the pie shop.

-vash brought kuroneko back to life when they were kids. she immediately chomped on his finger. vash freaked out thinking she would die again but black cats have 9 lives and are also exceptions to the rule because i think its funny.

-like canon, vash can be pretty reckless when it comes to helping people and avoiding deaths. running into burning buildings and pushing people out of the way from cars running lights.

-wolfwood wears his sunglasses to hide his identity. it is extremely hilariously not effective.

-vash still has a prosthetic arm. wolfwood can hold One hand.

also here is the first sketch i drew of this concept way back in april where i simply had not figured out how to draw these two yet lol

[ID: Slightly sketchy Trigun fanart of Vash and Knives from the same AU, shown walking past each other against a light pink background. Vash smiles as he looks at a strawberry which is surrounded by sparkles, and Knives is scowling while carrying the box flies are buzzing over. End ID]

#trigun #stef draws trigun #vashwood #love and pies au #pushing daisies au!!!!!!!#ty princess-of-purple-prose for image id!

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soulgathered · 11 months

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rem tag drop .

#threads ( rem ).#answered asks ( rem ).#about ( rem ).#portrait ( rem ).#musings ( rem ).

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ellecdc · 3 months

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Love, i hope youre staying hydrated 🩵

A poly!wolfstar idea that lives rent free is that Rem, for lack of a better word, hoards Siri and Reader as it gets closer to the fullmoon/ a specific type of moon. Like a dragon. Hes so openly, aggressively affectionate too and is much more likely to mamhandle them

thank you all for constantly reminding me to drink more water - you're my heroes.

poly!WolfStar x fem!reader

CW: territorial boyfriend, slight jealousy, dom/sub dynamics if you squint but SFW

You weren’t hiding. Not really...

But you were also sort of kind of definitely hiding.

You loved your boyfriends, both of them, so damn much. And for the majority of the month, it was Sirius driving the two of you up the wall (affectionately). But as the night of the full moon dragged closer and closer, you and Sirius could hardly move without Remus’ sights set on you.

Most of the time, you and Sirius handled Moony’s obsession quite well in your humble opinion; you usually relished in his neediness and all the affection he showered on you.

But exam season was around the corner, and you were currently hanging on by a thread.

Anything and everything that could have gone wrong today did; you got a run in your sheer tights at breakfast, you only received an acceptable on your most recent essay for Charms, you dropped your potion during class which spilt on your shoes, and you forgot your textbook for Transfiguration which earned you house points and detention.

So, you loved Remus – truly, you would die for him – but you needed to get this redraft of your essay for Potions finished (using the corrections you received on your dreadful Charms essay) and you could not deal with Sirius’ non-stop flirting and joking which you knew you’d have to deal with if you let Remus drag you up to his dorm room as he wont to do.

So, you were hiding.

Definitely hiding.

In the furthest corner in the library that you could manage which was probably not the best hiding place from the studious, book-loving lycanthrope – but you were too desperate to be making effective plans right now.

You probably should have tried a little harder.

“There you are.” Remus’ lilting voice floated to you in your little corner of solitude.

“Hey, Moons.” You called quietly as he approached you and placed a searing kiss to your lips, his hand at the nape of your neck keeping your head in place for him.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were avoiding me.” He whispered against your lips with a smirk.

Your face flooded with heat at the prospect of being caught, but Remus just chuckled and pressed another kiss to your lips before he pulled back and took a seat beside you.

“Where’s Sirius?” You asked.

Remus looked at you from the corner of his eye as he pulled out a book from his bag. “Practice, why?”

You felt your shoulders drop in relief at the idea that you may actually be able to finish this essay before Sirius came to (lovingly) distract you.

Remus hummed at you as a grin grew across his face. “Ah, perhaps it’s not necessarily me you’re avoiding?”

Your face heated again at the mortifying ordeal of being known.

“I love him, I love you, I love you both, but I-”

“Hey,” Remus interrupted what was quickly becoming an increasingly panicked tangent as he slid his hand into yours. “It’s okay dovey, you do what you need to do. I’ll try to control myself and keep Sirius busy, okay?”

And Remus kept his word...mostly.

He had his hand on you at all times: it started with your hand in his before you needed to pull it away to flip through your parchment, which became a solid grip on your thigh as he continued reading before that hand began to migrate further up your thigh and tease around the bottom of your skirt to which you whined “Moony” at and pushed his hand away.

It was when Remus - apparently provoked by some younger Hufflepuff allegedly “making googly eyes at you” from across the aisle - hauled you into his lap and began nipping at your neck that you decided you had gotten all the revising you were going to get done today, done.

“Hungry, dove?” He asked into your neck.

You wanted to roll your eyes, but the way his hands wrapped around your middle to envelop you in a sweet hug as he murmured into the crook of your neck made you melt a little.

“Yeah.”

You could feel him smile against your skin and press one more kiss to it before he was helping you off of his lap and packing your things up. “Let’s go to dinner then.”

Remus held your hand and carried your bag all the way to the Great Hall before all but seating you himself and pressing himself up against your side on the bench of the Gryffindor table.

Lily smirked at you from her place before ensuring no one around could hear her.

“If I hadn’t known it was Remus’ time of the month already, this would have solidified it for me.” She said with a salacious wink.

You tried to glare at her, but Remus took that moment to shove his face back into the crook of your neck causing you to flush and duck your head shyly.

You heard boisterous laughing at the entrance to the Great Hall as the Gryffindor quidditch team made their way in from their practice.

You smirked at the sight, specifically Sirius, who had obviously showered - his hair was still damp, and his cheeks were still flushed a pretty pink from the adrenaline of his flight.

A gruff moan from your boyfriend seated beside you alerted you to his shared appreciation of the scenery.

However, Sirius flashed the two of you a smirk and a wink before following McKinnon over to the Ravenclaw table where Dorcas was sitting with Pandora.

Remus tensed slightly but settled for pulling your closer into his side.

It didn’t last long, however, when a particular bark of laughter garnered yours and Remus’ attention only to find Sirius talking to a Ravenclaw girl everyone knew had a raging crush on him.

Now, it’s important to note that Sirius was not deceitful nor disloyal to you and Remus, but he was mischievous and... bratty... sometimes.

Usually, you and Remus would scoff and laugh, and he’d tell you he would deal with this later causing Sirius to pout and whine, begging for attention – but today Remus immediately rose from his seat and grabbed both of your book bags, calling over a hasty “let’s go dove” as he stalked over to the Ravenclaw table to throw your shared boyfriend over his shoulder and stalk up to Gryffindor tower.

You knew Sirius was going to pay for it tonight.

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #poly!wolfstar #poly!wolfstar x reader #poly!wolfstar x you #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x you #ellecdc fics

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revenantghost · 1 year

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can you explain why knives needed vash for his plan? is vash's power giving plants life?

So from what I gather, Vash is unique in his ability to both give and take from the higher dimension, which is the place where all plants get their energy from, and that's what humans use them for. (This is also where Conrad says their souls are instead of their bodies (possible bullshit, given the unreliable narrators we have), and also given Vash's conversation with Rem in episode 12 it's possibly connected to the afterlife???) Or, at the very least, Vash is different from most other plants, as they can only take. His power has been compared to something black hole-like, but I won't bore you with quantum physics since we don't know exactly what they mean by that yet, exactly.

In order to access and enter the higher dimension to rip souls free and shove them into the plants' bodies to birth independent plants, Knives needed to use Vash as a gate, as a tool, to open Vash up and let himself in so he could funnel that power out through Vash.

At least, that's just what I've gathered from watching Tristamp... way too many times and reading meta as I go. I'm probably a bit off in this explanation, so anyone feel free to add on anything I missed! I think we're going to get way more in-depth in the following season/s with the plot threads left hanging after episode twelve. Hopefully this makes sense! :'D

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 7 months

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Hi baby, how are you? For your kinktober: 8 & 17 with Remus Lupin

kinktober request: 8. mirror sex and 17. dirty talk with Remus Lupin

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glad to hear from you! 😉 hope you enjoy 😘😘

“Fuck,” you let out when you feel his mouth move down your jaw onto your neck. He chuckles in response, and it tickles. He’s pulling you into his room after a fun night out, his hands and mouth not leaving you since the he shut his flat door behind him. You wrap your arms around him, one hand threading into his hair, the other one pulling him closer.

You’d been doing this for a while now, the discovery that your bodies excited one another as much as your minds leading you more and more frequently into each other’s beds. You push him to the foot of his, now you kissing his neck, and are about to push him onto it when you notice he’s looking behind you when you pull away.

He has a smitten, already slightly panting grin on his lovely face, his expression tugging at a prominent scar by his lip. But his eyes, usually on you, are gazing over your shoulder. Remus furrows his eyebrows and you turn slightly to follow his gaze. His large wardrobe is half open, clothes draped on the door, his room messier than usual.

“What?” your voice is a bit hoarse from how needy you are already.

“I have an idea,” he whispers raspily, and his smirk blooms into a fully fledged smile. He looks down at you, his eyes alight with mischief. Grabbing your face in his hands, he pulls you to his face, planting a quick forceful kiss.

Then he moves to his wardrobe. He tugs the clothes off the door and opens it all the way. The silhouette of your reflection greets you when he’s done.

“What are you doing?” you laugh toward him.

His eyes never leaving yours, he slowly stalks over to the entrance of his room and brings his hand up to the light switch. The brightness is a bit jarring at first.

You look confusedly but amusedly at him. He just chuckles and comes back over to you. His hands come to your shoulders. You expect his kiss, but instead, he moves you over a couple of steps then looks back over his shoulder. You’re centered in the mirror now, and it’s there that you catch his eye and finally understand. He quirks an eyebrow at you, implicitly asking what you think.

Smirking, your eyes glued to his reflected ones, you tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

“I didn’t know you were kinky, Rem.”

You lick up his neck and nibble on his ear.

His eyes roll back in his head as he grunts, “fuuck.” He turns back to you, kissing you hard. “Maybe you bring it out in me, love.” He shoves your coat down your arms and starts hurriedly undressing you. You reciprocate with enthusiastic urgency.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he admires, looking you up and down once you’re both naked.

“Not so bad yourself, Rem.” You trace the scars across his chest and up his shoulder lightly. He flinches at your initial touch, but lets you continue despite the slightly strained aspect his smile takes on. “You are,” you insist, catching it, and you start kiss and licking the trail your fingers had just paved.

“Mmmh,” he hums into your hair, weaving his hand into it and kissing the top of your head.

You grab his hip and pull him down with you as you lean back onto his bed. He makes out with you ardently as he gently pushes you the rest of the way down until you’re on your back with him fully on top of you.

You can feel his pulsing cock on your crotch, and you open your legs wider and thrust up into him. You feel his groan in his chest that’s flush with yours.

Remus keeps kissing you, feeling you, grinding onto you; then after a few moments he kneels up.

He’s fucking gorgeous from this angle, and you just admire his beauty. His broad chest heaves up and down with his heavy breathing. You follow the pronounced v of his muscles that lead to his hard, heavy length. You reach for it, grasping his cock. It jumps in your hand. His head rolls back, but his hand quickly grasps your wrist in response.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he whispers rushedly. You don’t ease up your tight grip, but you keep your hand still. He uses his hand on your wrist to pull you up to him.

He’s straddling you, towering above you. His eyes retain their bright mischief, but they are much darker than a mere couple of minutes ago.

He brings his forehead to yours; his nose rubs against yours; he brings his hand to your face and squeezes it, your lips pursing and mouth opening. He smiles then licks into your mouth, kissing you wetly.

“C’mere.” His large hands grab your hips, and he maneuvers you up and around until you’re kneeling with your front to the mirror. He’s kneeling behind you, your back flush to his chest. One hand caressing your side up and down, his other arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you back into him.

He grips your hair, moving it out of the way and tugging hard enough to bare your neck to his eager mouth. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, your eyes closed tight in pleasure.

When you open them, you catch a glimpse of his face. His mouth is moving expertly down your neck, across your shoulder. His eyes, however, are glued straight ahead of him, burning with a lust you’ve never seen so fervent. You look too, and you’re struck by how exposed you are.

You see yourself naked all the time, but your own reflection has never affected you like this. You’re sweaty and panting. The way your flesh gives under his strong hands, now groping at your tits, is entrancing.

Looking up from lidded eyes, his gaze meet yours in the mirror, and he smirks darkly.

“I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life,” he asserts into your shoulder, his lips moving across your skin with his words and pressing a kiss there after.

You don’t think you have either. You bite your lower lip and push your arse back into him. You bare your chest out, further accentuating your breasts.

“Fuck, baby,” Remus growls into your ear. “Fuck yes, please keep moving like that.”

His hands grip your breasts harshly, jiggling them roughly. He pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pulling on them. He wiggles and plays before letting go and massaging your whole tits again.

“Fuck, Remus,” you sigh, your body rolling in his embrace.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Remus, yes.” You close your eyes, and he pinches your nipples sharply.

“Uh-uh, keep watching. Look at us.”

You watch your reflection in the mirror. You bring your hand back into his hair and tug. He chuckles and nibbles on your neck, playing with your chest the whole time.

“You like looking at us?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you laugh. “I do; I really fucking do,” you say as you turn toward him and lick his jaw.

You open your legs wider without even thinking about it, and he grunts, biting your shoulder.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

“Touch me, Rem. Please. Please touch me.”

His eyes intent on the mirror, he brings his hand agonizingly slowly down your stomach to your mound. Then quickly, roughly, he cups it and starts rubbing his palm there. You respond with a strangled “aah” and start rolling your hips into his hand, nodding ardently.

His fingers go do slightly further, and he informs you, “Fucking hell, you’re wet.” You feel it. “You really do like it,” he laughs.

“You’re one to tease,” you retort, grinding your arse back on his very prominent, very hard cock.

“Oh, I’m not teasing.” He humps harshly into you once then lets you keep grinding on him. “I love it. You look insane. So perfect. You look so fucking hot. We look so fucking hot.” You begin nodding sharply at his words, then he punctuates them by penetrating your wet hole with his long fingers, and you shiver in pleasure.

“Fuuuck,” he rasps, fingering you harder. “Yeah, baby. Mmm. Watch how my fingers disappear inside you. You take them so fucking well. It’s like fucking magic.”

Still nodding lazily, dizzy in the pleasure, you tell him, “Feels so good, Remus. Ohh fuck, it feels good. You’re so good. So good, baby. Please, please, yes.”

He picks up his pace, and you grind into his hand, your thighs shaking on either side of it. You’re so wet and he’s going so hard that a loud sloshing sound fills the room.

“Fuu—uuck,” you whine.

“Can you cum like this? Please cum like this. Let me see you fall apart.” He licks and bites at your neck and brings his other hand to tug on your nipples. His fingers piston in and out of you, and his palm rubs roughly against your clit with each thrust, and a few later, you feel the white heat building quickly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant as you start cumming around Remus’s fingers. He’s pulling you impossibly close, pushing you through your pleasure, staring transfixed at the image of you orgasming filling his mirror.

You begin coming back down, shivers radiating down your spine. The sweat between your bodies feels cold in the aftershocks, and you lean completely back into him.

He moves a bit further back, and you whine, chasing his warmth. He’s chuckling as he pulls you roughly back with him, then he grabs and turns your face, gives you a chaste, long kiss, then, his mouth chasing after yours like he wasn’t the reason you were getting further, starts pushing your back forward away from him. You let him, and with your weakened legs and fucked-out compliance, you quickly find yourself on all fours. You look up into the mirror, and you’ve never seen Remus look so… hungry.

“Fuh. King. Hellll,” he whispers. “You look…” he shakes his head, unable to come up with appropriate words. All that comes out is another quick “fuck.” “I don’t think I can handle getting both views of you, baby,” he chuckles, looking between the mirror and down toward your arse raised right in front of him.

“Try,” you joke, smiling blissfully back at him, pushing your arse back.

“Anything for you, darling,” he chuckles back. He moves his length to your entrance and, his eyes for once not glued to the mirror, they watch it disappear into you. His eyebrows furrow; his mouth opens in a silent, almost pained looking “o.” His hands grasp your hips, and moving your body as much as his own, he starts dragging out and back into you slowly, repeatedly.

Despite everything you could be watching, you love getting to see his face as he takes you from behind. The expression of pure pleasure that takes over his features warms both your heart and your cunt. You begin moving more earnestly with Remus’s rhythm, and he in turn quickens it. Soon, the backs of your thighs are slapping the fronts of his at a bruising pace.

His large hand splays across your lower back and pushes a bit down. The slightly different angle has you yelping in time with his every thrust, your perfect spot hit over and over. Your tits are clapping against each other with the motion, and you’d never thought sex had a sound so much as in this moment.

Remus’s now-black eyes stare at you through the mirror. Despite your rapture, you shoot him a wink, and barks a laugh between heavy pants.

“You feel. Fucking. Incredible,” he tells you in the tempo of his thrusting. “So wet. And warm. And tight. And perfect.”

“Remuuuus,” you whine. “Yes, Remus. Fuck, baby, fuck, it’s so good. I feel so full. Fuck, I love to feel…ah… full of you.” His grunt is more of a growl at this, and he goes from rough to animalistic, pounding into you until your thighs shake and your core tightens.

His hand comes to your shoulder and he pulls you up until your back is flush with his chest. His arm pins you to him; his mouth attaches to your neck; his other hand bruisingly grips your hip to keep the angle right. With the arm around you, he grips your tits. His hand on your hip snakes to your clit, and upon contact, you start convulsingly cumming, shouting his name as you do.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” flows like a river out of him as he releases with you. He continues panting into your shoulder as you stare at each other in the mirror.

Remus smirks then full out laughs, and you quickly echo.

“Alright, kinky, take a good look because I’m pretty sure I’m about to collapse.”

“Mmmm,” he half moans half whines. He kisses your shoulder, leans toward the mirror, and coos at your reflection, “Until next time, gorgeous.”

“Next time?” you tease.

“Oh, most fucking definitely, darling,” he smirks as he pulls you down with him fully onto the bed, his embrace tight around your body and your heart.

#remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #marauders #marauders fanfic #marauder x reader #kinktober 2023 #smut

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Dp x Dc promt

Okay so, the portal open in Danny changing him right, so he got to be a halfa.

But an explosive opening TEERING a hole in the dimension have got to blow and fuse large amounts of ectoplasm into nearby bodies.

Such as,

The closest, Sam and Tucker.

The farthest, Jazz.

Sam and Tucker get powers based on their obsessions!

Sam saving the planet, the green, a need for equality with everyone whither by legalities fighting or comfort ( complete plant and fungal control, omni language to talk with everyone and everything).

Tucker coding master, immediate knowledge about every technology that has ever popped into creation and immediate need to tinker ( man builds himself similar suit of technus while upgrading it every second).

They have high amounts of ectoplasm so they can easily change into spectra's human form ( they're still ghosts but it's practically an upgrade)

Jazz, as being the farthest one gets just enough to put her in a coma, her body's practically living on a string.

So for her love of psychology and interest in what's going on deeper in the minds of everyone around her.

She gets the ability of forcing people into unconsciousness when she finds their "line" and bringing them to her reality, the subconscious where she's in complete control.

She keeps herself alive by staying in REM sleep.

She could feel or have an idea of what's happening around the person's thread or 'line' she holds. Giving her the ability to act only as a "gut feeling" in the outside world or with a lot of energy some words.

So she helps the phantom team rest and slips academic information into their heads to keep up their grades. Makes sure to lower Danny's heart beats when he looses to much blood to allow him to heal while letting him create his own safe place or play and relax in it to lessen the pain.

Which helps the team greatly, and with more power and fighters their stress and workload decreases.

But when the team doesn't need her at the moment which is most times, she trains, strengthens her "realm" and enlarges it. She teaches herself how to hold and host multiple people at the same time just in case of disasters.

So when she finds that a vigilant or hero in need of lowering their heart rate she brings them to her realm.

Jason never expected to meet someone when joker killed him.

Batman never expected to hear someone tell him where exactly his son was.

(That was the bat's first introduction, many heroes would come forth about the young adult they would meet when obtaining lethal wounds.)

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #bruce wayne #jason todd #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc writing prompt #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc au

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