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bbapplegirlie · 17 days ago

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Love and Deep-lace

A Love and Deepspace Caleb Fic

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NSFW! ADULTS ONLY!

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Summary: You spent all that time planning and customizing Caleb's birthday outfit only to give him the wrong gift box. He doesn't mind being adaptable, though. Maybe he'll look good in lace.

Content Tags: Smut, Caleb in a slutty little thong, what else can I say? IT’S CALEB IN A SLUTTY LITTLE THONG, fem-dommy MC, subby-puppyboy Caleb, use of ma’am, MC gets a lil' rough with Caleb

Length & Status: Roughly 6.9k words, completed one-shot

Author’s Note: (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Hello, fellow men-in-lingerie enjoyers, this one is for you. You have good taste. This isn’t supposed to be canon or anything, just a silly moment I couldn’t stop thinking of. It took a couple of weeks to finish because writing it made me, ah, too distracted to keep writing for long periods of time… anyway, happy belated birthday Caleb, this whole month is yours as far as I’m concerned!!!

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“Okay, you have twenty minutes to get ready!” you chirped as you guided Caleb to his bedroom. “I picked out a new outfit for you already. It’s in the gift box in the closet—the one on top. Hurry up and get dressed, I don’t want to be late!”

“Yeah, yeah, because I’m famously the one that takes forever to get ready,” Caleb said with a snort as you shut the door to his room, leaving him alone to get dressed. You normally would’ve verbally sparred with him over that comment, especially since it was coming from the guy who spent a considerable amount of time combing his eyebrows each morning… but that probably really would make you late, so you went to wait in the living room instead.

Besides, it was Caleb’s birthday. As much as you wanted to tease him, you wanted even more for this day to be perfect. You wanted to spoil him, just as he had spoiled you all these years.

The outfit you got for him was tailor-made from the finest, silkiest fabrics; you’d customized it yourself with an airplane broach on the lapel, and even added delicate contrail embroidery flowing from the plane’s wings. You were a teeny bit concerned that it might be too tight after you’d heard his AI assistant make note of his increased chest circumference earlier, but… maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing? You were a sucker for the way Caleb’s muscles strained at the confines of his clothing.

No, a little tightness wouldn’t hurt, you thought smugly.

The gifts didn’t stop at just the outfit. You also got him a few model kits, some paper lanterns and string lights to brighten up his house in Skyhaven, tickets to one of his favorite bands playing back in Linkon, a new comfy sweatshirt to replace the one you’d stolen from him and had no intentions of giving back, and a signed deluxe set of his favorite mecha manga series. There were tins of his favorite hard candies, a variety of snacks from all over the world, a big pack of artisanal apple ciders, and even a cake that you’d baked yourself. You’d gone all out this year.

And most importantly… there was that gift that could technically be considered a gift for yourself, but it was still for him all the same. The thought of that one made you a little nervous to think about. You weren’t sure if he would like it, or if it would be too presumptuous.

But you had a long day of fun plans ahead of you before you would have to worry about that, so you opted not to think about it for now.

“Um… pips, there’s a lot of gift boxes in here—” you heard Caleb’s muffled and slightly confused voice call out from beyond the bedroom door.

“Just the top one, Caleb! The other ones are for later. No peeking!” you shouted back. You wondered if maybe you should’ve separated the birthday outfit from the rest of them to avoid tempting him into ruining the other surprises, but it was too late now.

“Uh. Well. Y/N, are you sure?” his voice had gone a little reedy, a little thin.

“Yes, I’m sure, Caleb. What happened to you being the one who gets ready quickly, huh? Hurry up!”

Little did you know…

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Does she really want me to wear… this?

Caleb stood before the closet, wide-eyed and mouth agape, a drop of perspiration starting to bead at his hairline. He’d stripped out of the colonel’s uniform and opened the box as instructed, expecting to find an outfit that would match the pretty blue dress you were wearing.

But the actual contents of the box left him choking on nothing but his own breath.

He could only assume that there was some kind of mix-up, that this was supposed to be for you. It was… small. Too small for his own hulking build, at least. Something so delicate surely wouldn’t last long on someone built like him. He recognized the size on the tags as your measurements—he'd stolen enough of your undergarments to know exactly which sizes you bought from different brands.

Not only was it not his size, but it was, well… a lacy lingerie set, something that he had never expressed interest in wearing before, regardless of whether it was his size or not.

He gingerly picked up the sheer bralette first, taking in how exquisitely it had been made. It was all-black silk woven into the most beautiful lace, the pattern depicting blooming roses and their thorns in fine detail. It would give next to no coverage. There was no lining or padding, just the loosely woven lace that would allow more than just a glimpse of everything it was supposed to ‘cover’. The bottom edge was scalloped, and the back was an intricate weave of straps crisscrossing each other, adorned in little bows. There were even more crisscrossing straps hanging from underneath the bralette; Caleb wasn’t entirely sure where those were supposed to sit on the body. Was lingerie always so… complicated?

The bottoms—little more than a thong, really—were just as lacy and strappy. There was a series of hip cutouts on each side, as well as a v-shaped cutout where the underwear would rest on the pubic bone. That cutout framed additional crisscrossing straps and another little bow with a golden bell on it that made the most delicate twinkling sound when he flicked it.

Looking at the bell was giving Caleb far too many distracting thoughts.

Well, everything about the set was giving him distracting thoughts.

He cleared his throat, set the lingerie back in the box, and tried desperately to tame his racing mind.

You must have planned on putting this on for him as a birthday gift later and accidentally mixed it in with the other boxes. Caleb was absolutely enthralled at the thought, though perhaps a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to focus the rest of the day knowing what was in store for him. The right thing to do would be to put the lingerie back in the closet, find the correct box, and pretend he hadn’t seen anything at all. He would hate to make you feel like he’d ruined your surprise.

But what if the next box wasn’t the right one, either? You’d told him quite emphatically that there was no peeking allowed, and he’d already ruined one of the surprises…

Caleb picked up the lingerie again.

An impish smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he decided on a course of action. He’d follow your instructions, verbatim, to a T. It might damage the gift you’d planned on giving him later, but… the best part of that gift came after taking it off anyway, right?

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“Caleb, seriously, how long does it take to put on a shirt and some pants—” you called, only for Caleb’s bedroom door to finally creak open.

“I’m all set!” he replied, perhaps a little too gleefully.

Ugh, finally, you thought as you reached for your purse on the coffee table. You had to leave, like, right now if you wanted to get there on time. You didn’t even spare a glance at Caleb as you made your way to the front door.

“Can you make sure to fly us, like, fast? We have to make up for lost time. But don't go too fast, because we’re about to eat and I don’t want to get sick,” you rambled, oblivious to Caleb’s shenanigans behind you. “And no little stunts like you pulled last time, that little loopty-loop made me sick for days—”

“Sure thing, pips. Hey, are you sure the dress code isn’t too strict where we’re going?”

“Uh, duh, Caleb, you’ve been there before. It’s not that fancy. Besides, isn’t what I picked out for you pretty formal anyway?” you asked as you reached for the doorknob.

“Ah, trends must have changed a bit while I’ve been away. Is this considered formal down in Linkon now?”

You furrowed your brows as you pushed the door open. Was that his subtle way of telling you he didn’t like the outfit you’d picked? Maybe being around all those suits and uniforms in the Farspace Fleet had elevated what he considered formal nowadays. Anything less than full military regalia must’ve felt casual to him at this point. “You’ll be fine, Caleb, just hurry up.”

“Brr!” Caleb made an exaggerated shivering noise as the wind from outside pushed through the open doorway. It was summer, but being so high up here in Skyhaven, it was always a little chilly. “Hold on a sec, I think I’ll need a coat to keep warm, I’ll be right back.”

“Caleb, there was a coat in that damn box, what were you doing that whole—”

And finally, you turned to look at him. Any further words promptly died on your lips.

“Fashion must’ve really changed if this is considered a coat now,” he said, flashing that devilish smile at you, all bright teeth and edges sharp enough to cut.

You were too stunned to speak. Too stunned to do anything but shut the front door you had partially opened. What Caleb was wearing now certainly could not be worn to the restaurant, nor anywhere in public.

He’d put your fucking lingerie set on.

Why the fuck did he look even better in it than you did?

The bralette was stretched impossibly tight across the broad width of his chest, the swell of his pecs filling the cups quite nicely. The decorative straps that webbed out from the bottom of the bralette were pulled just as tight, wrapping around his torso and clinging to the valleys of his rib cage like ivy. Fuck, they framed and accentuated the hard contours of his abs so well. You were struck with the urge to pull each of those stretchy straps and snap them against his skin, to leave little red marks and soothe them with your tongue.

The intensity and fervor of those thoughts nearly knocked you off your feet.

Your eyes trailed lower, low enough to not notice that Caleb’s smile was starting to falter. He’d put it on as a joke—intending to tease you—but it was very clearly not having the effect he’d intended, and now he was wondering if he had made a mistake. The exact words running through his mind were, Is she mad at me for ruining her surprise? Or mad that I’m stretching out her lingerie…?

But that wasn’t what was on your mind. Not at all.

Sure, you were taking note of how tight the lingerie clung to him, but it definitely wasn’t making you angry. The warmth making your cheeks glow red and your core turn molten was a heat much more pleasant than anger.

You were focused on the frilly upper edge of the bottoms, admiring how the protrusion of his hip bones kept the too-tight lace from laying flush against his skin, leaving enough of a gap between the underwear and his skin for you to peak down into them—

Your eyes shot back up to his face as you finally realized that you had just been standing there silently ogling him. Caleb looked just as embarrassed as you did. His cheeks had grown to an effusive shade of red, and he looked about ready to bolt.

Caleb winced before scrambling to find that teasing smile once again. “You said the top box, right?” he offered with a half-hearted laugh. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, he chanted internally.

When you didn’t respond for another long moment and only continued to stare at him wide-eyed and befuddled, the fragments of a smile that he had struggled to put together quickly shattered again.

Oops. Maybe I’m not as funny as I think I am… he thought, stepping back to head to the bedroom.

He cleared his throat and self-consciously lifted his hands to cover his crotch. “Ah, well, maybe you could help me find the actual outfit you got for me since the boxes clearly got mixed up.” Another step backward, and he turned partially around, too embarrassed to face you. The movement gave you a tantalizing glimpse of his muscular ass in the thong, forcing a choked sound from your throat that Caleb mistook for disgust. “Y/N… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it was supposed to be a joke, but clearly, this was poor taste—”

It was his obvious shame that finally snapped you out of your entranced state, and you grabbed his wrist to stop him from going anywhere. “I don’t think anything has ever tasted better, Caleb.” The words came out in a messy rush, and you immediately covered your mouth with your hands as you processed your words. Did I really just say that?!

It was Caleb’s turn to be shocked into silence.

“Oh, fuck. Pretend I didn’t say anything,” you rushed to add, lifting your hands further to cover your eyes, too. Well, this was just humiliating.

The physical aspect of you and Caleb’s relationship had only just begun to heat up, and though you had planned on taking things to the next level tonight, you were worried you’d just ruined it by admitting you were turned on by him wearing your lingerie.

He was going to think you were weird.

“Um… here… sorry, Caleb, let me go find you the right box…”

You turned to escape the presence of the lace-adorned sex god before you, but it was Caleb’s turn to stop you this time. He grabbed your wrist, halting you in your tracks, and also used a touch of his evol to spin you back towards him.

You were much closer than you had been before.

“Uh-uh, no way, pipsqueak,” Caleb said, and fuck, that teasing, mocking, coquettish tone of voice was back in full force. You’d revealed your weakness, and there would be no stopping him now. “So this set really was for me, huh? You know, as much as I appreciate you letting me know your fantasies, I’m not sure if a restaurant is the right place to explore this particular fantasy.” He chuckled one of those deep, rumbling chuckles that you swore you could feel in your own chest. “Unless, of course, the voyeurism is part of the appeal for you—”

“Caleb!” Your cheeks were going to melt right off of your face. You refused to make eye contact with him and instead kept your gaze straight ahead. But unfortunately—or fortunately, really—that was the perfect height to take in all the floral details of the lacy design hugging his pecs and nipples. It only made you blush harder. “It was an accident, I swear! Ugh, you aren’t going to let this go, are you…”

He continued to laugh, the motion making his pecs jiggle underneath the bralette. His grip on your wrist traveled up your arm before moving to your waist. He took a couple of careful steps forward, using his other hand to protect the back of your head as he backed you into the wall.

And with another touch of evol, he guided your chin to look up at him. His cheeks were red—just as blazingly red as yours—but whatever pleasure he was getting out of seeing you so flustered was overriding the part of him that felt embarrassed. His smile was magnetic, his purple eyes twinkling with light like stars sparking to life during a sunset. “Okay, okay. I’ll let it go if you really want me to. But…” he leaned in close, his lips letting out a gentle ghost of a breath against your cheek. “I’ll be honest, I might have ruined the set by putting it on. It might rip when I take it off… are you sure you don’t want to make the most of it while it's still intact?”

There was a gentle chiming sound. You cocked your head to the side, wondering where the sound was coming from…

Caleb bucked his hips forward, just enough to get the bell to jingle again. Your eyes widened at the realization of what the sound was, and this time when your gaze fell away from him, it wasn’t out of embarrassment.

No, you looked down out of pure hunger to swallow down the sight of his hardening cock pushing against the lace. His cock bobbed like it could feel your gaze as a physical caress on his shaft, chiming that bell with every pulse.

And without much conscious thought, you reached forward, flicking the bell yourself. Caleb let out the smallest little sound, somewhere between a grunt and a whimper. A quick glance at his face revealed something like frustration taking over his expression, his eyebrows pulling together and his lips parting on a breath. Seeing your fingertips come so close to him without actually touching him was a devastating sort of torture.

You decided to ease some of that frustration for him, placing your entire palm over his lace-caged cock, cupping him gently as you leaned in to whisper a threat in his ear. “This set wasn’t cheap, Caleb. If you damage it before you’ve even gotten a chance to see it on me, I swear...”

And as if on cue, there was a telltale ripping sound as his cock bobbed once again beneath your hand. The force of his desire couldn’t be contained by the thin lace, an inch-long hole giving way along the petals of one of the lace flowers, just enough to reveal a throbbing vein wrapped along his shaft.

“Woopsie,” Caleb said with a huffing laugh. “Guess you’ll have to punish me then, huh?”

It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room, leaving you suspended in nothing but his gravitational pull. And before you knew what you were even doing, you were grabbing Caleb by the straps of the bralette, tugging him towards the bedroom and throwing him on top of the covers with a rough shove of your hands.

He collapsed onto the bed with an oomph. Sure, Caleb was much bigger and stronger than you; taller, wider, more muscular, his evol completely overwhelming. Even his personality was so big and bright that you always felt like it consistently outshone every other person in the room. But in that moment, he was completely at your mercy, letting you control him fully. You could tell from his pleading puppy dog eyes, parted lips, and the way he rag-dolled onto the bed with no effort to catch himself that he was ready for whatever you had to give him.

The sight of such a devastating weapon of a man splayed out before you… well. It was enough to burn up any and all hesitations.

Why was I worried that he would think I was weird? He’s always just wanted to please me… I should’ve known this would be no different.

You stepped forward, putting a knee on either side of him on the bed, spread far enough that you weren’t touching him; just hovering above him, tantalizingly close. “Oh, Caleb, you poor thing. It almost sounds like you want to be punished,” you said, trying to match that condescendingly sweet and mocking tone he always used with you. It didn’t come naturally at first, but the way his pupils dilated as he absorbed your words spurred you on. You ran a finger along the hem of the bralette, tracing the curve of one pectoral muscle. “Were you trying to provoke me?”

“Maybe,” he said through a panting breath, watching your finger with rapt attention. “What are you going to do about it?”

Your finger trailed lower, following the middle indent of his abs, trailing lower and lower… before finally halting at the bow perched above his erect cock. He tried to buck his hips in an attempt to make contact with that taunting finger, but you lifted your hand and pressed it flat against his rock-hard tummy to keep him pinned to the bed instead. He let out the most pathetic little whimper; and again, you were struck by just how empowering it felt to be given control over a man that absolutely could break free if he wanted to.

“For starters… I don’t think we’ll be making it to your birthday dinner,” you said, leaning down to make sure he felt the breath of your words as well as heard them. “At least not until you can prove you can behave.”

‘Behave’ must’ve been a trigger word for him, because he bucked his hips up again, hard. It was enough that he was able to make contact with the apex of your thighs this time, the solid length of his cock brushing against your increasingly wet center. You gasped before stuffing down any visible signs of your arousal and replacing them with a look of anger; you flicked the tip of Caleb’s nose like you might’ve done to a poorly trained dog. “No, Caleb,” you scolded with a cluck of your tongue, using your other hand to press him back down to the bed. “You don’t move until I say so, got it?”

He nodded vigorously, his panting picking up with another little whimper. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll listen this time. I swear.”

“Mm. We’ll see about that,” you muttered back, and then much to Caleb’s dismay, you stood up from the bed to stand at his feet and look down at him.

You could tell he was fighting not to move. Even though you had just given the order to stay still, he was twitching like it took everything in him not to follow you, to force you to keep close. He bit his lip hard like it was the only thing tethering him to his self-control. You started to pace along the foot of the bed, enjoying the feeling of testing his patience while his throbbing cock tested the restraints of the lingerie.

A long moment passed, but he managed to keep on the bed, only his eyes moving as they followed your pacing steps. It was a good start, but you wanted to push him a little further.

You reached up, untying the bows that made up the straps of your dress slowly, one at a time. As the black ribbons fell down your body, you used your other hand to keep the dress held up. Caleb held his breath as he waited for the reveal.

But just as you dropped the dress, you turned away, only giving him a view of your bare back and the boyshorts that you’d had on underneath the dress. You weren’t wearing a bra since the dress had built-in padding, but Caleb hadn’t earned your tits. Not yet. So you wasted no time in picking up Caleb’s colonel’s coat that he’d discarded on the floor, slipping it on over your shoulders. It was comically large on you, but it did the job of covering most of your body, only revealing the valley between your breasts when you turned back around to face him.

“It’s only fair that I get to wear your clothes if you’re wearing mine, don’t you think?” you said with a smile, bending down to grab the colonel’s hat, too.

“Yeah, I think so, pips,” Caleb said breathlessly with a lick of his lips as he took in that sliver of your revealed body between the lapels of the coat.

“‘Ma’am.’”

“Huh?” His lusty-eyed gaze flickered back up to yours, startled by your harsh tone.

“‘Ma’am’, pretty boy. You’ll be calling me ‘ma’am’ for the duration of your punishment.”

He swallowed hard, pupils blowing out even more. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am.”

You smiled sweetly at him, a little surprised at how instantly your core reacted to those words, pulsing a hot rhythm in between your thighs. “Good boy,” you said, trying to only appear mildly impressed by his behavior. “Now if I come back over there, can you keep your hands and hips to yourself this time?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, then scooch up, pretty boy. I want you fully on the bed.”

He obeyed, splaying his big, strong body out like a playground for you to play on. With slow, calculated steps, you returned to kneeling on top of him; one knee pressed to either side of his, and this time, you didn’t just hover, but instead settled fully on top of him.

But you didn’t press down against his cock, as tempting as the thought was—instead, you sat on his upper thighs just beneath his cock, close enough to feel the heat of his erection but not close enough to touch. This was just as much a practice in restraint for you as it was for him.

“Now tell me you’re sorry for ruining my gift to you, pretty boy.”

He turned up the dial on the kicked-puppy look, his eyebrows coming together pathetically. “I’m sorry I ripped your lingerie, ma’am. I’ll get you a replacement, I promise. Anything you want.”

Ignoring his pleas for forgiveness, you tapped your finger against your lips. “It makes me wonder if you even want to see me in something like this. Did you not like the set I picked out, Caleb? Is that why you ripped it?” you asked.

“Yes, ma’am—er, I mean, no, ma’am! I love it, I swear, please. I want to see it on you. More than anything.”

“More than you want to see it off of me?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him, thriving off his increasingly flustered demeanor. You cocked your head to the side, imitating the overbearing colonel persona that you knew Caleb to be quite practiced at.

“Ngh—no, that’s not what I meant… fuck, pips, I just want you, please.”

“‘Ma’am,’ pretty boy, don’t make me remind you again.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry, ma’am,” he groaned, throwing up a hand to cover his eyes in embarrassment. “You see what you do to me, pi—ma’am? I can’t think. Take pity on me, please.”

You gave him a dark chuckle in response. “Oh, I can see pretty well, Caleb… you’re hard as steel and I’ve barely even touched you. Are you sure you’re not going to cum on the spot if I give you what you want, my pretty birthday boy?”

“Ngh… I’m trying my best not to, I promise. Please, ma’am, just touch me.” His hips bucked again ever so slightly—almost like it was subconscious, instinctual, unable to be stopped.

God, he sounded so pathetic… you decided to give him a pass for that little slip-up of his hips, though, as he immediately stilled himself and corrected his behavior without being told to this time.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he added with a whisper, chest heaving with a shaky breath.

You leaned forward and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, tugging his arm. “Look me in the eyes when you talk to me,” you ordered. He obeyed, letting you reveal his face and amethyst eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his skin shiny with sweat. “How do you want me to touch you, Caleb? Because as far as I can tell, I already am touching you,” you said, nodding down to where your ass was pressed against his lower thighs.

He licked his lips again hungrily. “Please touch my cock, ma’am.” The words were desperate, a prayer for relief.

You didn’t oblige him right away. Instead, you let your eyes run down his body, watching the way the bralette heaved with his chest, the way his perked nipples pressed against the center of two roses in the lace pattern. You took in the way his cock was practically thrashing beneath the crotch of the panties, begging for release as it rung that little bell, before you ultimately shifted further down his legs and farther away from where he wanted you most.

“No,” he gasped out, breathless, only barely keeping himself from reaching out to you.

You raised one eyebrow at him again, as if to say ‘Are you really talking back to me right now?’ He quickly shut his mouth, eyes dropping in deference. “So impatient,” you said with another cluck of your tongue. “And to think I was only scooting down to give myself better access…”

You positioned yourself over his knees and calves, now at the perfect angle to lean down and run your hot, wet tongue along the silky lace adorning his crotch.

“Gah!” he cried out at the first touch, his whole body jolting from the contact before he quickly forced himself to still again. His attention was completely focused on you, eyes wide and unblinking. You intentionally gave the laziest, most languid stroke that you could; slow enough that the saliva on your tongue had time to drip down, coating his caged cock and seeping through the weave of the panties.

Once you’d made it up the full length with your tongue, you sat back up, giving him a questioning look. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? Do you still want to talk back and tell me ‘no’, Caleb? Or do you want more, pretty boy?”

“More, please, ma’am, more,” he said, nearly all traces of control evaporated from his tone. Every few moments, his hips bucked up against the air as if it could deliver the release he needed, before he realized he was moving without permission and stilled himself again.

God, he begged so prettily. You were having so much fun, you wanted to tease him for hours, but maybe it was time to take a little more pity on the birthday boy.

You leaned back down, nothing slow about your tongue now as you lapped at his lacy cock. You took note of each and every little sound coming from his throat and chest; little grunts, moans, whimpers, and wordless pleas that had your own slick soaking through your panties and down your thighs. It was going to get all over Caleb’s uniform, but the thought of him ordering around all those subordinates at work while wearing your wetness on his body was too delectable to care about the mess. Let the stains be a reminder that you were the only one who got to order him around.

You ran the tip of your tongue inside the small rip he’d torn through the thong, tracing the shape of his pulsing vein spiderwebbing across his cock. In your exploration, you found that there was one spot on the head of his cock in particular that brought out the most delicious combination of his mewling and whining sounds, and you focused your tongue there until his whole body was as tense as a tree trunk, ready to split in half under the force of your attention.

His dick was so hard that the flesh looked just as strained as the poor lingerie was. The tip of his swollen cock wasn’t just leaking precum anymore; ‘leak’ was too weak of a word. It was pooling forth from the tip, soaking through the undies, bubbling up through the holes of the lace. It was enough sticky fluid that you wondered if he was actually cumming already. But the moment you lifted your tongue off of him to assess the situation, he let out another desperate, whiny moan, decrying your decision to stop licking him. “Hnnng… please… I need you, please don’t stop.”

As much as you loved the taste of him, the wet heat between your thighs was now battling for your attention. So you didn’t listen to him; you pulled your tongue back into your mouth and sat up instead. Caleb’s eyebrows came together just enough to show his vexation, but he managed to keep quiet this time. That’s a good boy, you thought, smirking at him as you adjusted your position above him.

His look of frustration turned to one of awe in moments as he saw that you were bringing your sopping cunt closer to where he needed you most. And when you sat down fully, pressing your full weight on the shaft of his cock, that awe turned to rapture.

Your mouth dropped open for half of a moment before you regained composure; you were just as overwhelmed by the hot contact of your most sensitive parts as he was. The gentle rocking of your hips came naturally as you chased that pleasure, nothing but the two pairs of your underwear separating you.

The rhythm started slow. You didn’t want to chafe him. But fuck, between his precum and your nectar sliding down your cunt, the fabric was lubricated enough to slide pleasantly between you both. It was the most delicious friction, and that slow rhythm quickly turned to a more fervent, bouncing slide, punctuated with your moans as sparks of ecstasy spread up and down your spine, between your legs, to the tips of your toes, catching fire all over your body.

“Fuck, you’re so—ahh—so fucking wet, pips—”

You leaned down, gripping his face with one hand hard, squishing his cheeks together. “Ah, ah, ah, Caleb, that’s not how you address your superior,” you said, forcing the words through your raspy moans. With your free hand, you pointed at the colonel’s hat still perched upon your head, currently at risk of falling off from your bouncing movements over his thong-clad cock. “Did you forget you’re in trouble, pretty boy?”

He bit down on his lip, choking back something akin to a moan-laced sob as you gave him another punishing slide of your hips. “I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, ma’am, please forgive me, I just want to be your good boy. Please!” His words were slightly muffled from the grip you had on his cheeks.

“Hmm…” you hummed, tilting your head to the side in thought as you released your grip on him. You slowed down the rhythm of your hips, as much as it pained you to do so, relishing in the starved sound he made at the loss of the motion. “Since you’re so good at damaging my underwear…” you said, flicking him on the nose again. “Why don’t you be a doll and put that skill to good use now that we actually need it? Maybe I’ll forgive you if you can impress me, Caleb.”

He didn’t waste any time at all.

The thing about provoking a man with complete control over gravity was that the entire axis of your world could shift in the time it took to blink.

With a predatory grace that spoke to Caleb’s absolute strength and mastery of his evol, he bucked you off of his lap and onto the bed. You landed on your back hard and had no time to recover or orient yourself before he pounced on top of you like a leopard on its prey. At some point during the commotion, he’d managed to pry the lapels of the colonel’s coat from your body, exposing your heaving breasts and perked nipples that jiggled with every rough movement of his body on yours. His eyes were fixated on the bouncing flesh like he was making up for all the lost time you had kept them covered.

He caged you in with those broad shoulders of his, his thighs forcing their way between yours and spreading them with a rough push. An inescapable weight pushed down on both of your hands, keeping them pinned to the bed above your head; he was using his evol, keeping one of his hands free so that he could tear your underwear clean off your body. They came off with a loud, gasp-inducing rip, followed by a second, quieter rip as he tore through the rest of his flimsy, half-torn thong. He tossed both pairs to the side, the bell of the lingerie jingling on the way down.

He didn’t give you a warning as he plowed his cock straight into you.

“Ah!” you cried out, all pretenses of you being in control flying out the window as his cock filled you to the brim, stretching you completely with one movement. Your cunt gave practically no resistance with how thoroughly it was soaked. Even with as long, thick, and overwhelming as his cock was, it slid into you to the hilt like there was nowhere else in this universe that it belonged.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he panted through the ferocious pounding of his hips. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I couldn’t take it anymore… please forgive me! I promise I’ll make you feel good, I swear, I promise, I promise, please forgive me, I just need you so fucking bad, I can't help myself…”

And maybe you would’ve tried to regain control of the situation, to scold him for acting out so boldly, if you weren’t so utterly and instantly cock-drunk on the way he thrust in and out of you like a demon had possessed him.

The only sounds leaving your lips were ones of primal, feral need. He leaned down to lick those sounds of pleasure off your lips like a puppy lapping up a meal.

The combination of all those hot, wet places meeting was too much—his cock in your cunt, his tongue on yours, his sweat-slicked skin pressing you down into the mattress, his pelvis grinding into your clit each time he bottomed out inside of you, the tingling warmth of his evol pinning your hands above your head—

“Please cum on me,” he begged the words directly between your lips. His pleas tasted so sweet, sweeter than the ripest fruit. “Please, ma’am, I want to feel you cum on me, cum on me, please—”

And this time, you were the one to obey, though you didn’t have much choice in the matter with the way he drove into you so relentlessly. You couldn’t have held that orgasm back even if you tried.

“Ngh—oh, baby, fuck, Caleb, ah!”

Your words came out in a jumbled mess as your body seized up around him. It was a flood, a storm, a tsunami of ecstasy that churned in your belly and raced to your core, throbbing and pulsing and devastating as it crashed against the shores where your bodies met. You went cross-eyed with the intensity of it, your mouth falling open, your back arching, your toes squeezing and curling like there was anything they could hold onto to keep you from falling off this sheer mountain of pleasure.

Caleb took your open mouth as an invitation, plunging his tongue deep to drink up every orgasm-infused breath that you panted out. He moaned into your mouth, loud and filthy and unashamed as your orgasming pussy squeezed out his own climax.

"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, words going high in pitch, body shuddering. "Ngh... oh fuck, fuck, fuck...."

You could feel every spurt of cum against your inner walls. Every twitching throb, every heated pulse, every little thrust of his hips as he powered your orgasms… dear god, how did he have so much cum in him? It just kept coming; hot, thick, gooey ropes plugging you up, filling you, making you feel heavier, like it was altering the gravity in this room. It was lasting an eternity, a damn waterfall of cum plunging into you, and you never wanted it to stop.

An era had passed when his cock finally started to slow its pulsing climax. But you weren’t done, addicted to the feeling; you bucked your core up against him to take over his faltering thrusts, trying to eke out every last bit of pleasure that you could. That motion alone was enough to trigger an aftershock orgasm in both of you, something you weren’t even sure could happen before this moment. Caleb was crying out your name in between strained, pathetic whimpering sounds like you were draining the damn life from him along with his cum, and your pussy clenched its hardest pulse of pleasure that it had yet, almost painful in its intensity.

When there was not a single drop left of cum in his body, he collapsed atop you, burying his face in your neck. He was so heavy, but you loved it, loved the feeling of him practically suffocating you with all that muscle mass. He lapped up some of the sweat as it dripped down your throat like it would quench his thirst. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted in between panting breaths. “You’re so perfect. Thank you, Y/N, I need this forever…”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathless chuckle at how pleading and desperate he still sounded, even after what you could only assume was the longest orgasm he’d ever had in his life. You reached up, one hand stroking through his hair while the other traced the hem of the sweat-slicked bralette that was still hanging on for dear life around his torso. It took a long moment to regain your ability to speak.

“You’re going to be spending a lot of money replacing my underwear if you really need this forever, Caleb,” you teased, knowing that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

He leaned back enough to flash you a bright smile, his cheeks still flushed so prettily and his sunset eyes blinking sleepily with exhaustion.

“Maybe next time you can help me pick my own lingerie that fits, then, pips,” he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your swollen lips.

°˖✧~*♡*~✧˖°

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The time has come at long last!

I have been dying to talk about Darkstripe and his relationship to Tigerclaw this entire book, and now I finally get to. Long-ass rambling under the cut.

So the thing with Darkstripe, as Fireheart pointed out, is that he’s always miserable. And he’s been that way his whole life. From the womb, he came out unhappy. I don’t think he ever really experienced true joy the entire first six months of his life. Why? I can’t say. I never wrote him with a specific personality disorder in mind, but it wouldn’t shock me if he had one.

The important thing is that this King Haggard-esque joylessness caused him to act out in the vain attempt to feel something other than anger and misery. He bullied the other kits, he got into fights, he threw tantrums, everything, all in the hope that it would bring him any kind of release from the vice grip his negativity had on him. It didn’t. There was no satisfaction in his behavior, except perhaps the small feeling of power he got by eliciting an angry reaction from adults and a fearful one from younger kits. His family loved him, but I don’t think anyone liked him, including them. He isolated himself socially, making himself more miserable and angrier, and he scorned affection from anyone. It wouldn’t do anything for him. Why bother?

So why did he cling so hard to Tigerclaw, then? There’re a couple reasons.

For one, though he isn’t aware of it, he saw Tigerclaw as an ideal self: stoic to the point of coldness, strong and fearsome and distant, and completely loved by everyone in the Clan, and even highly respected outside of it. Tigerclaw was everything Darkpaw wanted to be in the deepest recesses of his fantasies. Darkpaw admired him for that to the point of hero-worship, and that was the main thing that kept him in line when Tigerclaw was around to tell him to stop being a dick.

Secondly, when he did chastise him, it wasn’t with anger. Darkpaw couldn’t see how embarrassed he made Tigerclaw when he acted out because his behavior would shift the instant he was aware his model was around to watch him and judge him. He also didn’t see it because Tigerclaw, as he so adored, was stoic and didn’t give off a vibe of “by the Three, my apprentice is awful” the way another mentor likely would have, even if he was thinking it to himself. As far as Darkpaw knew, he was just as loved by his mentor as any other apprentice and mentor loved each other (which, as we’ve established on this blog, is like family most often). He wasn’t, but he didn’t realize that at all.

Third… well, honestly, because of those two first factors, Darkpaw felt something akin to true joy when he was around Tigerclaw. He felt lighter and stronger and more determined with his mentor. He felt like he wasn’t just hated and disregarded and avoided (not that he wasn’t these things out of his own making, but he lacks an incredible amount of self-awareness). Here was the cat who shone a light in the pitch-dark of his world, who made him feel something positive. He almost mourned when he got his name, because he couldn’t just be with Tigerclaw 24/7 for the rest of his life. This cat was admirable. This cat was amazing. This cat gradually became, in his mind, his true father. Patchpelt didn’t matter. His brother didn’t matter. Tigerclaw was the only cat worth following in the territories. He was everything to Darkstripe.

And then here comes this kittypet, with his stupid naivety and his stupid scrawniness and his stupid, stupid, stupid ability to hypnotize everyone into liking him. And here he is, stealing what’s rightfully Darkstripe’s: Tigerclaw’s love for a son. Here Darkstripe has to sit, seething as Fireheart is looked at by Tigerclaw with fatherly pride and fondness, and here Fireheart is, so smug and sincere and idiotic, looking back at Tigerclaw with immense love.

And then he fucking murders him.

Now, to be clear – Darkstripe knows, objectively, that Fireheart did not physically kill Tigerclaw. That wimp is too weak to do anything but sit there sadly and watch his father go to his grave. He knows that he wasn’t at the lead of the investigation into Tigerclaw’s crimes. But his sheer hate and resentment over everything else about Fireheart is so powerful that he genuinely forgets that, technically, it was his nephew that did this to him. Ravenwing is the source of his pain, and yet it’s all Fireheart’s fault.

It's Fireheart who stole Darkstripe’s father away. It’s Fireheart who everyone loves when he didn’t do anything to earn it. It’s Fireheart who everyone comforted and cared about after he fucking murdered Tigerclaw.

And it’s Fireheart, the one who ruined his life, that has the brass to try and make friends with Darkstripe, tries to extend sympathy and understanding like he could ever grasp just how much pain Darkstripe is in.

And the most ridiculous thing about this whole insanity is that Fireheart gets rewarded for his crimes! He gets to be leader! He gets everyone’s support! He gets to be close to Tigerclaw’s real family and let his apprentice run around in the Houses and be listened to despite how young he is and be loved by everyone and-

Stars above, Darkstripe hates him.

How can he be at fault for that? How can everyone be so angry at him for lashing out, when he’s suffering more than they could possibly understand? It’s not fair! It’s not right! It’s bullshit!

All Darkstripe has at this point – the one thing keeping him sane and his overwhelming fury barely contained – is the belief that Tigerclaw loved him. He’s managed to convince himself that he was Tigerclaw’s son and Tigerclaw was his father, and what they had was perfect until a kittypet came along and ruined it. He was loved. Tigerclaw loved him. He was proud of him. He cared about him.

And as if he was psychically aware of what would hurt the most, Fireheart takes that one shred of hope and comfort and rips it away from him. Tears it into pieces. Stomps on the tattered remains. Forces him to acknowledge that it’s not true. That Tigerclaw was embarrassed of him. That he didn’t love Darkstripe at all. He loved Fireheart.

Objectively, on some level, I’m sure Darkstripe knew this too. But his lack of self-awareness and desperation to cling to his only source of semi-joy convinced him otherwise. To have realty confirmed by the cat he hates the most was just too much for him.

So of course he leaves. He has to. There’s nothing in ThunderClan for him. No friends. No family he could win the love of. No Tigerclaw. He just.

He has to go.

Does he think there’ll be anything out there? No, probably not. But it’s infinitely worse to live in the same space as the architect of his misery and see that piece of shit be rewarded for everything he’s done. And he’s not going back, ever again. Not to those idiots, not to their murdering, stupid, ugly, cowardly little leader. Let them all starve to death. Let them all die of a torturous disease. Let more dogs show up and snap all of their necks. He doesn’t care what happens to them.

He’d rather die than go back.

#ask #anonymous #gdm-b #sparkkkkk #darkstripe #readmore #charred legacy ask #i speak #queue

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aniraklova · 1 year ago

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THE YASMINE'S DESIRE | LET THE LOVE BEGIN

Yasmine Mardishan is 28 years old. She's a famous shark in a show business environment of Del-Sol-Valley. She started her career as a model and later made her own show "Talk if you can". Yasmine was married once long ago to a singer Dirk Mance. But her husband's jealousy and frequent love affairs on the side led to their marriage breaking apart.

Yasmine took a long pause in her career, reevaluating her priorities and recovering from the emotional toll of her failed marriage. After a few months, Yasmine returned to work on various projects and shows, eager to dive back into the creative realm. As she regained her footing in the industry, Yasmine also decided to explore her personal life again. She went on a few dates in hopes of finding that one soulmate who would cherish her, respect her boundaries, and never hurt her feelings again, but nothing developed into something bigger.

One day Yasmine received an intriguing invitation to participate in dating show. She knows how these shows work, but Yasmine felt a spark of curiosity and excitement to try this one herself. Will she find true love in the dating show? That remains to be seen! THE GUIDELINES:

I will accept 4 sims at first. Please don't be upset if I won't choose your sims at the start, because after elimination I will accept a new sim <3 Doing it in my own format, since I want to give everyone their screen and love time. Please be sure that I will treat your sims amazingly.

Young-adult or Adult

We are looking for hot men!

Give your sims a backstory, be as detailed as you like, the more the merrier

Humans only, I'm sorry occult lovers

Must have negative trait or traits

No romantic trait

Skills don't matter

Give your guys Likes and Dislikes

Maxis Match hair and cc preferred! I'm totally okay with alpha clothes, just don't overuse it.

Make one everyday and one formal outfit only, the rest outfits empty (or use non cc clothes for the rest).

I will ask you to not use a lot of cc

I have all packs/kits

Must be comfortable with a few changes I will do once I get your sim. Mostly just my defaults I have and if needed I will do the rest outfits.

remember to tag me in your posts and use the hashtag #yasminesdesirebc

THE DEADLINE IS MAY 19. After the deadline, once I will be ready, I will start choosing the contestants and work on bc stuff.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 bachelorette #Yasmine Mardishan #yasminesdesirebc #I've updated my game so les goooo sdkhffdh

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simsstoryplay · 2 months ago

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Recolor's of a Shoeswapped Dress for AF

Downloads up here just in case.

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Happy Spring everyone! Simblr.cc is currently having a spring theme event and I thought I'd make something Spring related. @deedee-sims has this cute mashup dress available as both a top only and fullbody. I shoeswapped the full body version, replacing the flats with @lucilla-sims 4t2 Sweet Allure Kit Mary Jane Shoes. Previews, Credits, and Info beneath the cut.

So, I still have more plans with this mesh. I want to make bodyshape conversions and recolor the top only mesh (and convert to bodyshapes) with these recolors. Also recolor the shoes. To prevent myself from getting overwhelmed with another project, I decided to just upload the shoeswap mesh for now.

So with that out of the way here is some info about the full body outfit. I compressed the files and scanned them. There is twenty-two recolors to choose, each visibly named for picking and choosing. Seven are patterns and the other 15 are solids colored in Nyren/Kinu's Vaporwave Palette. The Swatch...

The left model (whom has the fat morph) is modeling Sweet Spring. The Right model is modeling Pastel Blooms.

Next are two solid colors in Nyren's Vaporwave

The pregnant morph

I should also mention the morphs are by DeeDee as I just slapped on the legs and shoes. The morphs are smooth and make me want to recheck my older work.

Credits: DeeDee, Trapping, Yuxi, Lucilla-sims, mikexx2 for the plain texture. Nyren/Kinu. iakoasims for the curves for GIMP. Patterns are by Rene Blooms, obliviousally on deviant art, archiegupta1908 and inknfolly on creativefabrica. A random fabric on outdoorfabriccentral. Please tell me if I forgot to credit anyone. Also, please message me if anything is wrong with my cc.

Have a wonderful day!

#ts2cc #ts2 download #dl: clothes #sims 2 download #sims 2 cc #mycc

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paganfantasy · 3 months ago

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LEGO Batman: Batmobile 1966 TV Show

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This buildable LEGO recreation of The Classic TV Series Batmobile is designed with adult fans of Batman and 1960s pop culture in mind.

The car features a molded windshield, rotatable wheels, authentic decorations and an opening trunk containing the Bat-Computer.

Adult model-builders can lose themselves in this authentically detailed project as they carefully construct this lasting testament to their passion.

This DC collectible build-and-display model comes with a vehicle-information plate and a 1966-style Batman minifigure.

1,822-piece adult building kit – The completed Batmobile measures over 5 in. (14 cm) high, 19 in. (50 cm) long and 7 in. (18 cm) wide.

#lego #lego building kit #batmobile #batman comics #batman and robin #commissionsearned #affiliate #gift ideas #home decor #batman #batman 1966 #bruce wayne #dc comics #model building toys

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koskela-knights · 14 days ago

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Alan Wake 2 characters as kids

Alan: Has always been a bookworm. However, when he was still a kid, horror stories would frighten him and only increase his fear of the dark. Barry becoming his friend, had made his life more stable and more fun. Due to a certain absence of his parents, even more so his dad, Alan grew up to be rebellious and trying to fill in the "big man boots" he thought he was lacking at home. When he and Barry became friends, they'd become an infamous troublemaking duo at school and beyond.

Saga: Child Saga would be so curious about the world, often asking big questions her mother didn't have many answers to. I like to imagine that this was also the period where her Seer powers began to develop. Something Saga would sometimes secretly use to read adults' minds and discover the hidden candy stash in the upper cupboards. Later, she'd also use it to try and read her mom's thoughts with various degrees of success. Saga would also ask many questions about her dad but just like with her Seer powers, her mom would try to derail and shut down any convos about him. Saga strikes me as a kid who likes to collect things from nature: pebbles, cool rocks, leaves and dry them in her favourite books, etc.

Casey: Similar to child Saga, child Casey was also full of wonder and curiosity but as he grew up, became more cynical and disillusioned from his childlike naive thinking. However, as a kid, he liked giving presentations about his interests (cars, local wildlife, unsolved mysteries). He was in the scouts for a while where he learned about charity work from an early age. He didn't have many friends but the few he had, would remain good friends even in high school.

Rose: Growing up with only her dad, Rose had some hobbies that other girls deemed to boyish: fixing things, playing in her dad's improvised mini workshop outside their trailer, playing soccer. The former activity made her a handy gal and she learned a lot from her dad that helped her become independent later in life (like being able to fix some small things around the nursing home or the diner). Still, she also revels in girly things like experimenting with makeup and playing with dolls and having a shared celebrity crush with the other girls in her class. Despite having no direct female role model, Mister Marigold would invest in makeup books and the likes to try accommodate his daughter's feminity and feminine interests. As a little girl, Rose always looked up to the waitresses of the Oh Deer Diner and other diners she and her dad would visit, which encouraged her to later apply at the Oh Deer Diner herself.

Tim: Tim was a creative child. He liked finger painting and making creations out of mud and sand and leaves and anything found in nature, really. Whenever his family would visit the beach, he would be the first to try and build the biggest sand castles, together with a whole water system and acquaduct. Tim liked playing with marbles and play board and card games with classmates. In his teens, he would gain interest in making board games himself which led to friends introducing him to tabletop RPGs, something that would be a continuous hobby throughout his life.

Anderson brothers: Growing up on a farm, the Anderson brothers were animal lovers and caretakers. They enjoyed helping their parents out on the farm: feeding and grooming the animals, cleaning out their stalls, helping their mom with making cheese or using the chicken's eggs for a cake, etc. Tor and Odin would often go on long hikes with the family dog. At some point, the elementary teacher would show the kids a live concert on TV, slowly sowing the seeds for the Andersons's later love for music. In their teens, they would first get a cheap instrument kit (drums & a keyboard) from their parents which kicked off their musical ambition and career.

Koskela brothers: The Koskela brothers grew up in Watery, a town that has always been a tight-knit community. When their parents were away, they'd basically got raised by the rest of the community: mainly the men and women working at the lumbermill. This instilled a lot of respect and ambitions in the young twins who wanted to grow up to be like them. The Koskelas enjoyed playing in the woods all day, often playing hide-and-seek, much to the dismay of their parents who would sometimes spend hours looking for them. From this early age, some of their main traits and hobbies/business endeavours got established: a love for nature, fishing, hiking, DIY projects

Estevez: Estevez grew up in a multicultural city to middle-class parents. Her parents could be loving but also strict. Kiran liked to study and took it very seriously, even as a kid which sometimes caused her to stand out and be a bit of a loner. She probably had a "science" kit for kids when she was young. She also took interest in archeology and her parents got her some dinosaur sand toy set which she extensively used in the school's sandpit. When one of her friends began talking about cryptid creatures like Big Foot and the monster of Loch Ness, Kiran's interest in the paranormal and supernatural was raised.

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Kesä: I headcanon Aleksi as a shy, friendly boy who would often get teased for not being "masculine" enough by some of his peers and usually got picked last during PE classes. He likes reading and could spend whole afternoons buried in books. He's a dreamer and dreams of making it big someday, hoping to move out of the smalltown and live somehwere in a city with his childhood friend and crush Baba. He has a bit of a onesided rivalry with Seine, who is also a friend of Baba. However, both Seine and Baba seem to be oblivious to Aleksi's feelings toward the girl. Still, despite some jealousy he has toward the older boy, Aleksi tries to not let it get in the way of their friendship.

Seine: Seine used to have light blond hair as a wee child, though it would quickly darken and become curlier as he grew older. Seine had always been fascinated by mysteries and the macabre. Taxidermy fascinated him and he liked to find beauty in the dark. He would often write short stories about his adventures with his classmates and friends. Similar to Aleksi, his parents were of higher status in the town which would also contribute to Seine being able to study in college and his parents funding his education, encouraging him to chase his dreams of becoming a writer/poet.

Baba: Baba Jakala's family might not be on the top of the socio-economic ladder, the Jakalas are still a recognizable name in the little Finnish community. Baba enjoys playing outside like most of her peers. She uses hula hoops and owns a small set of marbles too. She and her female friends can spend many hours on the macadam, drawing with chalk or playing with the hoops. Baba is friends with Aleksi and Thomas. Initially, she is oblivious to Aleksi's romantic feelings and even Thomas's. She is friends with these boys because unlike most other boys their age, they act somewhat more mature and are gentler and kinder.

Huotari brothers: The Huotari family is of humble origin with Mister Huotari working in the lumber industry. Jaakoppi is a few years older than Ilmari and looks after him as much as he can. Although Ilmari is the main troublemaker and little rascal, Jaakoppi sometimes encourages his brother or even starts the chaos. When the boys are old enough, they start helping their father with some small chores. They also join him and the older men in the village when it's open season. Ilmari and Jaakoppi both enjoy playing sports and their father eventually made some baseball bats for the boys which they like to carry around a lot. To brag and for protection, because like all children in town, they too are told stories of the Näkki and strange, dangerous creatures that stalk the woods at night. Still, this doesn't stop the Huotari brothers from exploring the woods on their own.

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covid-safer-hotties · 7 months ago

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By Vijay Kumar Malesu

In a recent pre-print study posted to bioRxiv*, a team of researchers investigated the predictive role of gut microbiome composition during acute Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2) infection in the development of Long Coronavirus Disease (Long COVID) (LC) and its association with clinical variables and symptom clusters.

Background LC affects 10–30% of non-hospitalized individuals infected with SARS-CoV-2, leading to significant morbidity, workforce loss, and an economic impact of $3.7 trillion in the United States (U.S.).

Symptoms span cardiovascular, gastrointestinal, cognitive, and neurological issues, resembling myalgic encephalomyelitis and other post-infectious syndromes. Proposed mechanisms include immune dysregulation, neuroinflammation, viral persistence, and coagulation abnormalities, with emerging evidence implicating the gut microbiome in LC pathogenesis.

Current studies focus on hospitalized patients, limiting generalizability to milder cases. Further research is needed to explore microbiome-driven predictors in outpatient populations, enabling targeted diagnostics and therapies for LC’s heterogeneous and complex presentation.

About the study The study was approved by the Mayo Clinic Institutional Review Board and recruited adults aged 18 years or older who underwent SARS-CoV-2 testing at Mayo Clinic locations in Minnesota, Florida, and Arizona from October 2020 to September 2021. Participants were identified through electronic health record (EHR) reviews filtered by SARS-CoV-2 testing schedules.

Eligible individuals were contacted via email, and informed consent was obtained. Of the 1,061 participants initially recruited, 242 were excluded due to incomplete data, failed sequencing, or other issues. The final cohort included 799 participants (380 SARS-CoV-2-positive and 419 SARS-CoV-2-negative), providing 947 stool samples.

Stool samples were collected at two-time points: weeks 0–2 and weeks 3–5 after testing. Samples were shipped in frozen gel packs via overnight courier and stored at −80°C for downstream analyses. Microbial deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) was extracted using Qiagen kits, and metagenomic sequencing was performed targeting 8 million reads per sample.

Taxonomic profiling was conducted using Kraken2, and functional profiling was performed using the Human Microbiome Project Unified Metabolic Analysis Network (HUMAnN3).

Stool calprotectin levels were measured using enzyme-linked immunosorbent assay (ELISA), and SARS-CoV-2 ribonucleic acid (RNA) was detected using reverse transcription-quantitative polymerase chain reaction (RT-qPCR).

Clinical data, including demographics, comorbidities, medications, and symptom persistence, were extracted from EHRs.

Machine learning models incorporating microbiome and clinical data were utilized to predict LC and to identify symptom clusters, providing valuable insights into the heterogeneity of the condition.

Study results The study analyzed 947 stool samples collected from 799 participants, including 380 SARS-CoV-2-positive individuals and 419 negative controls. Of the SARS-CoV-2-positive group, 80 patients developed LC during a one-year follow-up period.

Participants were categorized into three groups for analysis: LC, non-LC (SARS-CoV-2-positive without LC), and SARS-CoV-2-negative. Baseline characteristics revealed significant differences between these groups. LC participants were predominantly female and had more baseline comorbidities compared to non-LC participants.

The SARS-CoV-2-negative group was older, with higher antibiotic use and vaccination rates. These variables were adjusted for in subsequent analyses.

During acute infection, gut microbiome diversity differed significantly between groups. Alpha diversity was lower in SARS-CoV-2-positive participants (LC and non-LC) than in SARS-CoV-2-negative participants.

Beta diversity analyses revealed distinct microbial compositions among the groups, with LC patients exhibiting unique microbiome profiles during acute infection.

Specific bacterial taxa, including Faecalimonas and Blautia, were enriched in LC patients, while other taxa were predominant in non-LC and negative participants. These findings indicate that gut microbiome composition during acute infection is a potential predictor for LC.

Temporal analysis of gut microbiome changes between the acute and post-acute phases revealed significant individual variability but no cohort-level differences, suggesting that temporal changes do not contribute to LC development.

However, machine learning models demonstrated that microbiome data during acute infection, when combined with clinical variables, predicted LC with high accuracy. Microbial predictors, including species from the Lachnospiraceae family, significantly influenced model performance.

Symptom analysis revealed that LC encompasses heterogeneous clinical presentations. Fatigue was the most prevalent symptom, followed by dyspnea and cough.

Cluster analysis identified four LC subphenotypes based on symptom co-occurrence: gastrointestinal and sensory, musculoskeletal and neuropsychiatric, cardiopulmonary, and fatigue-only.

Each cluster exhibited unique microbial associations, with the gastrointestinal and sensory clusters showing the most pronounced microbial alterations. Notably, taxa such as those from Lachnospiraceae and Erysipelotrichaceae families were significantly enriched in this cluster.

Conclusions To summarize, this study demonstrated that SARS-CoV-2-positive individuals who later developed LC exhibited distinct gut microbiome profiles during acute infection. While prior research has linked the gut microbiome to COVID-19 outcomes, few studies have explored its predictive potential for LC, particularly in outpatient cohorts.

Using machine learning models, including artificial neural networks and logistic regression, this study found that microbiome data alone predicted LC more accurately than clinical variables, such as disease severity, sex, and vaccination status.

Key microbial contributors included species from the Lachnospiraceae family, such as Eubacterium and Agathobacter, and Prevotella spp. These findings highlight the gut microbiome’s potential as a diagnostic tool for identifying LC risk, enabling personalized interventions.

*Important notice: bioRxiv publishes preliminary scientific reports that are not peer-reviewed and, therefore, should not be regarded as conclusive, guide clinical practice/health-related behavior, or treated as established information.

Journal reference: Preliminary scientific report. Isin Y. Comba, Ruben A. T. Mars, Lu Yang, et al. (2024) Gut Microbiome Signatures During Acute Infection Predict Long COVID, bioRxiv. doi:https://doi.org/10.1101/2024.12.10.626852. www.biorxiv.org/content/10.1101/2024.12.10.626852v1.full

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artobotsrollout · 3 months ago

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Curious about model kits but not sure whether to jump in or not?

As someone who knew nothing about Flame Toy kits but really wanted that Rodimus figure so I jumped in, it's very fun and relaxing. Highly recommend it to adults and teens.

I consider myself still to be kind of a newbie but I figured I should share some things to people who this is completely new information to. Somewhat still beginner to beginner!

Important Notes and Tips for Beginners

I'll give the short form of the tips first in case you don't need too much info. But the longer explanations and tips will be under the cut.

Unless otherwise specified these would NOT be good for young children, at least without adult help and supervision.

These are NOT you're normal toys. Now this isn't me being pretentious, this is a serious warning to not use these as young children's toys.

If needed, pick up at least some nippers and super thin tweezers. (doesn't have to be the really expensive ones).

If you have difficulties using strength in your hands or come across a part that doesn't want to fit together, grab some slip-joint Pliers.

Feel free to put on a youtube video or movie on in the background.

It can take time. Hours. It's not a fast process, so break up your model kit sessions over as many days as you need

The final product, is usually gorgeous and extremely poseable.

If you get a kit that recommends glue, if possible, get model specific glue. Plastic model glue is different than regular glue

There may be a lot of very tiny stickers. If you're nervous, grab one of those sticker by number books for practice. You'll place stickers better if you aren't nervous.

There are definitely kits that if you see one you really want, try and grab it while its still available and not wait too long until they aren't being made anymore

Don't let the high price points get you down, not every kit is super expensive.

There are different levels of difficulty with model kits.

Don't take the pieces attached to the plastic frame off until the instructions show you need to use it.

It isn't a difficult hobby to get into. Just hop in! Don't get hung up on what tools you should get beforehand, just get the tools as you need them.

I hope this information helps you decide! I find it relaxing and fun overall!

LONGER TIPS, EXPLANATIONS, AND PICTURES OF THE ABOVE POINTS BELOW

For reference these are the kits I've done so far or have opened up and observed it being put together.

Flame Toy Transformers kits

-Rodimus Prime

-Shattered Glass Drift

-Acid Storm

Bandai Pokemon kits

-Rayquaza

-Rowlet

Yolopark Transformers kit

-RotB Mirage

Blokeez Transformers Kit

-RotB Mirage

1. Unless specified these would NOT be good for young children, especially without adult help and supervision.

There's so many small parts that are easy to swallow and the sheer amount of work you would have to put into it would be really boring for most children. I guess if you're a parent who wants to do it with your child it could maybe work but I still think a lot of young children would get tired and frustrated of it very quickly (with exceptions of course. Some children love activities like this). Preteens and teens may enjoy it more. Some of the pieces take some decent strength to snap together as well so even then they may need some help. However I've only worked a bit with children and I do not have any children of my own so my knowledge is limited.

2. These are NOT your usual toys. Now this isn't me being pretentious, this is a serious warning to not use these as young children's toys.

Yes they hold together well and seem somewhat hardy for what they are, but there are a lot of thin components that could easily snap through playing or even just taking it out of the house frequently and bumping into things. Parts will get lost if not handled with care.

3. If needed, pick up at least some nippers and super thin tweezers (doesn't have to be the really expensive ones).

You can find them for not too expensive and it makes the process soo much easier for the kits that you build from the ground up. Some places like comic book stores or model shops sell nippers, tweezers, and a mini metal file in a little kit. I believe amazon has some. But first check whether or not your model kit requires them. The pokemon ones I've done were marked as not needing tools and yolopark mirage also didn't need tools. But my Flame Toy kits all needed tools. My Yolopark Mirage kit however had all the pieces already removed from the plastic frame so no nippers needed.

4. If you have difficulties using strength in your hands or come across a part that doesn't want to fit together, grab some slip-joint Pliers.

It can make it less of a struggle to put parts together! Don't hurt your hands unnecessarily.

5. Feel free to put on a youtube video or movie on in the background.

It's a good way to keep your hands busy while also casually enjoying some media. I wouldn't put on a video or movie that requires a lot of focus tho.

6. It can take time. Hours. It's not a fast process, so break up your model kit sessions over as many days as you need.

You could devote a whole day to some if you truly wanted and were able to focus that long but if you're like me and have ADHD or otherwise some difficulty with focusing/getting bored easily then I'd recommend breaking it up over time or finding a kit with less detail or less parts so it goes faster.

7. The final product, is usually gorgeous and extremely poseable.

My Acid Storm has 40 moveable joints. My Roddy has 60. Model kit figures always look so amazing when they're put together.

8. If you get a kit that recommends glue, if possible, get model specific glue. Plastic model glue is different than regular glue

Some types of glues expand as they dry and you definitely don't want that to mess with how tightly parts are snapped together. However most Flame Toy kits, as far as Ive experienced, don't require glue. My Acid Storm did though. My father, who has done many model kits, recommended the brand Testors to me. Also don't sniff it, and use it in a highly ventilated area. Instead of adding an adhesive that has volume it basically melts the plastic so you can fuse two pieces together. It doesn't take up space like other glues which means parts stay aligned better.

9. There may be a lot of very tiny stickers. If you're nervous, grab one of those sticker by number books for practice. You'll place stickers better if you aren't nervous.

If you're a perfectionist and don't want it to stick them wrong you can hold off on the stickers until you feel ready and come back to them (most of the time as far as I've come across) If you're nervous, grab one of those sticker by number books. Make sure it has some smaller sized stickers for practice! You likely won't find ones that go quite as small as the Flame Toy kit stickers do but it's still good to develop a steady hand and confidence. Don't beat yourself up if the sticker isn't perfect. They are pretty forgiving and can gently be peeled off if placed wrong. However try not to overwork it. The sticker might start to lose some integrity if removed and reapplied over and over again

10. There are definitely kits that if you see one you really want, try and grab it while its still available and not wait too long until they aren't being made anymore.

Kits can come in a range of prices depending on where you're located and whether or not they are still being produced and their level of popularity. But especially ones that are out for a limited time I recommend grabbing as soon as you can before they stop being made otherwise you'll have to go through a second source which can list it for a higher price. Trust me I found this out the hard way. Once they're out of production their price can jump really high on Ebay.

11. Don't let the high price points get you down, not every kit is super expensive.

Getting less expensive ones generally means getting one with less parts/detail or less bonuses or just smaller in general but theyre still fun. A lot of the pokemon one's I've found can be under $50 CAD. I found some in stores as low as $10 CAD. I have yet to do a Gundam kit but I've seen a large range of prices for them as well.

12. There are different levels of difficulty with model kits.

Some model kits have parts that are pre-put together and you just assemble them (like the yolopark mirage kit). Some have way more intricate parts and you assemble absolutely everything and have to take them off a plastic frame. (Like the Flame Toy kits, the pokemon kits, and my Blokeez Kit). And there are multiple levels of detail you can pick from. There's quite a few options on the market so you can pick what experience would be the most fun for you.

13. Don't take the pieces attached to the plastic frame off until the instructions show you need to use it.

Some pieces look a lot like eachother. And some pieces are specific to which side of the character it belongs on and if you remove ALL the parts at once it can be overwhelming to remember what every part is. There's usually a number and letter labelling system on the plastic frame that holds the pieces which is essential for following the instructions. At least in my experience. People who nip out all the pieces at once and just throw it together are braver than I am haha.

14. It isn't a difficult hobby to get into. Just hop in! Don't get hung up on what tools you should get beforehand, just get the tools as you need them.

I know there's a lot of info being thrown at you but ultimately this is an activity that's super easy to get into so please don't be intimidated by this long list. Honestly, most of these tips are just to make your life a bit easier. You can absolutely just buy the kit and do it as you go. You don't have to buy all the recommended things before getting started, you can wait till you recieve the kit to then assess what YOU need.

✨If you have any questions please send in an ask and I'll answer as best I can! ✨

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rippleclan · 7 months ago

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[Image ID: A lore post titled "Clan Culture: Family Dynamics." Halibutdusk, Clammask, Potterypool, Moontide, and Vervaincough all sit together, representative of the average Clan family.]

Family dynamics within the Clans are small examples of the overall Clan structure. Kits learn of the bond they share with their littermates and parents so they can reflect that bond onto their community as a whole. The model family of Clan cats use one another as a touchstone for social interaction, a permanent fixture of their lives they can trust to provide support in the face of more complex intra-Clan relationships. Each Clan has a similar approach to family and family values, but as different cultures, there are nuances.

Note! While these dynamics apply to queer family structures, I’ll be using a male/female couple able to produce biological kits as the basis for most of these explanations unless stated otherwise, just for the sake of a simple explanation.

Universal Family Dynamics

Kits spend the first six moons of their lives in the nursery with their birth parent, typically their mother. Their mother lives in the nursery with them in order to each them basic functions and social etiquette. Fathers are more than welcome to visit the nursery itself, but are usually expected to stay in the warrior’s den.

The mother and father have special responsibilities to their litter. Mediators and clerics will inform them of their kits needs and discuss treatment options with them. Kits need the approval of their parents for special activities, like the rare supervised visit out of camp. As kits are developing their problem solving skills, their parents assume responsibility for certain decision making not covered by normal Clan structure. For example, parents decide when their kits should go to sleep, whether they get to eat early or have to wait, and other such decisions.

However, most decisions are still typically handled by other members of the Clan or the kit themselves. Clan parenthood is not like human parenthood in the farms or northern settlement. Parents don’t control their kits. They’re simply a special level of authority, like mentors and leaders. This authority fades after their kit’s apprentice ceremony, with the kit’s mentor taking up what aspects of decision making still apply while the apprentice is not an adult.

A Clan cat is typically close to their littermates/siblings and both parents, as you would expect. The inability to move away creates a more communal identity within a Clan cat. Family ties beyond this can vary, however. Grandparents are often added into family circles, and kits may get to know their aunts and uncles if their parents maintain a close relationship. Beyond this, however, Clan cats stop considering one another kin in any meaningful sense. From there, relations are only tracked for the sake of “blood health”, or genetic diversity.

RippleClan Family Dynamics

RippleClan families are larger than average, with more family units considering grandparents and aunts/uncles, even cousins at times, to have close kinship. The Weedfoot family is a good example of this, especially with diverse litter ages.

Once a litter is finished weaning, it’s more than acceptable for the father/non-birth parent to stay in the nursery. James watched over Scaleripple quite a bit in his kit days so Weedfoot could return to her duties. Meanwhile, Waspdawn completely moved into the den to care for his litter. Other Clans do this as well, but no one is as relaxed about it as RippleClan.

Parental rights are quite weak in RippleClan. Parents should be informed of their kit’s visits with a mediator or cleric, but they don’t have as strong a control over their litter’s decisions as in other Clans.

AshClan Family Dynamics

As you may notice in Weedfoot and Puddlespeckle’s interactions, kits in AshClan exclusively call their parents Mother and Father as a sign of respect. AshClan values parental authority the most out of all the Clans, holding it in the same high regard as the authority of codekeepers and mediators in their given tasks. Disrespecting a parent’s decision is like refusing to assist in a codekeeper’s investigation, it is an insult.

AshClan has a special holiday, set in the middle of the summer, where kits cater to their parents, similar to Mother’s Day or Father’s Day. A parent’s authority is heightened that day, even over their adult kits. Beyond Heritage Day as AshClan calls it, cats turn to their parents for advice, guidance, and approval in many life decisions. This makes the process of grieving a parent particularly painful.

While this can be a recipe for abuse in some situations, it also means the process of adoption is sacred. If a cat takes a new mate after having kits, that new cat is not immediately considered the kits’ parent, like in other Clans. Clerics must perform a ritual to transfer parental rights to a kit’s new mother or father. There are two types of adoption rituals in AshClan. The first maintains the respect of the birth parents by simply sharing responsibility with a new cat or cats. This is the more common ritual, done when a cat’s parents die. The second ritual permanently cuts the relationship between parent and child and gives all that authority to the new parent. This is a way for families to disown one another and completely join another lineage.

WheatClan Family Dynamics

WheatClan’s family dynamics are influenced by the farm cats and loners that live to the south. In those families, once a cat reaches adulthood, parents typically aren’t very involved in their lives, as the cat usually ventures off on their own. Since WheatClan has occasionally accepted these cats into the Clan, they’ve developed a similar paws-off parenting style. Adult cats are not especially close to their parents, at least not more so than they are to any other Clanmate. The adult child/parent relationship in WheatClan is more like that between Clanmates and friends, with no trace of earlier authority. You can see this in Rustshade’s relationship with Oilstripe, although his attitude changed somewhat with his second litter.

WheatClan families are highly maternal. WheatClan has the highest rates of honor siring out of all five Clans, as many mollies focus on starting a family regardless of their love lives. A mother has inherently more authority over a kit than a father. This actually makes couples consisting of two mollies the prime example of parenthood in WheatClan, with tom/tom parentage at a lower percentage than the other Clans due to stigma around a tom in the nursery. WheatClan sees this maternal focus as honoring the mother’s burden of pregnancy, nursing, and guiding kits into adulthood, whereas fathers can easily ignore their offspring. A present father is well-regarded, but an absent one will not raise many questions.

SlugClan Family Dynamics

SlugClan is the strictest Clan in regards to blood health (the Clan term for inbreeding). It was SlugClan who discovered the concept of blood health and introduced it to the other Clans, and thus they keep a close eye on it. In order for a couple to produce healthy kits, their nearest blood relative must be, at most, a great-great grandparent. This means that second cousins (whom the other Clans consider to be far enough away health-wise) are essentially forbidden from having biological kits together. They aren’t seen as kin, so they can be mates, but there is too much risk for bad blood if they reproduce.

Because of this stricter approach to blood health, SlugClan is the most accepting of couples who choose not to have kits over the course of their relationship. A cat's mate is often adopted by their littermates and parents as a new addition to the family (a trait that carried over to RippleClan, but is less common among the other three).

SlugClan's relationship with blood health also affects their relationship with honor siring. WheatClan may have more single mollies becoming mothers, but SlugClan often features couples who find an honor sire. For tom/molly and molly/molly relationships (or any relationship with a cat capable of giving birth), the partner who plans to give birth will search for a cat who resembles their mate in order to have kits who look like both parents. In these situations, the honor sire is not involved in the lives of the kits and may not even know the cat giving birth beyond their initial meeting. In tom/tom relationships, however, one tom asks a molly in the Clan (typically a single molly who was already planning to have kits) to be a surrogate for the two toms. Both the toms and the molly giving birth are considered the resulting litter's parents. These approaches can be seen in the other Clans but happen most frequently in SlugClan.

LynxClan Family Dynamics

While there is nothing particularly special about the parent/child relationship in LynxClan, its the bond between littermates and siblings of different litters that draws the most attention. To be someone's littermate in LynxClan is to make a permanent vow to protect and support one another for their entire lives. When a cat has a problem, their littermates are the ones they turn to first. A litter almost behaves like a Clan within a Clan, willing to prioritize the safety and future of their littermates over other Clanmates.

If a couple has two different litters, the older litter will take on a parental role for their younger siblings. While this behavior can be seen across the Clans, it is a respected and official form of authority in LynxClan. Older siblings are like mentors to their younger siblings, making sure they understand the connection of blood between one another. This means that aunts, uncles, and cousins are a respected form of kinship in LynxClan in a more official capacity than RippleClan, but parents and grandparents are given less focus over time.

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