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Summary: You really should've quintuple-checked your personal calendar before making date plans among your five boyfriends. Especially when you haven't disclosed to any of them that you even have other lovers.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader x Xavier/Zayne/Rafayel/Sylus/Caleb

Finding yourself blindfolded on a Friday night wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you.

Both fortunately and unfortunately.

In the context of your career, you’ve had your fair share of run-ins with unsavory types while going undercover, pretending to be taken as hostage by a band of rogue smugglers just so you could get closer to making quick punishing work of the ringleader.

In the context of your love life, however: to put it simply, you’ve had quite the experience.

And it wasn’t mutually exclusive with a single man either–rather, it was more of an ongoing rotation.

You were already a customer at the buffet of life, so why settle on one dish to savor?

After all, what a feast you’ve been blessed to enjoy thus far! A sleepily charming prince, a chilly prim and proper doctor, an eccentrically pouty artist, a handsomely arrogant crime boss, and an over-exuberantly dedicated commander.

It was a miracle that you were able to maintain your respective dating life with each as is. Arcade dates that left you spoiled with bunny plushies, savoring the warmth of hot cocoa and each other’s embrace at a winter resort, strolling along the beachside hand-in-hand as the sun set, zooming through the city on a midnight joyride on a sleek state of the art motorcycle, working up a sweat with gym dates that had kisses and more as rewards for achieving new goals—no matter which man you were with, you were overjoyed.

All while making sure that none of them knew of the others' existence.

But why cheat, one may ask?

Because how could you possibly choose one, as you would reason.

The way Xavier would doze off against your shoulder and snuggle against your side while the two of you watched a movie at his apartment was too precious for words, especially with him clinging to you meant that the rest of the night would be spent on the couch rather than the bed.

The way Zayne would diligently nurse you back to health when you were sick with his expert care, your favorite soup, and affectionate kisses to your forehead were the best remedies you could ever ask for.

The way Rafayel would gaze at you with such attentive eyes while he etched every detail of you into both his mind and upon his sketchbook left you feeling like a masterpiece every moment spent together.

The way Sylus would spoil you with such luxurious gifts without you even needing to ask was nice of course, but knowing that such a powerful man was ever ready to tear out his heart for you at a moment’s notice never failed to leave you in awe.

The way Caleb would cheer you on through anything you set your heart towards effortlessly filled your spirit with resolve; but being well aware that he would burn the world down if it meant that it could leave just the two of you together made you want to bask in his adoration while still keeping him in check for his own sake.

There was something that each man uniquely possessed that you–for all your valor and graciousness as an esteemed Hunter–could not bring yourself to choose over the other.

And so, on a Friday night like any other, you were set to have a date with one of them.

But having such a busy schedule–especially at the cusp of summer when Linkon was bustling with activities both splendid for the community and detrimental to everyone’s way of life–you found yourself stumbling into a scenario that simply boiled down to the fact that you really should have quadruple-checked your calendar.

Promising one but forgetting to cancel with another. Overlooking a rendezvous while making plans at the other side of town. Soothing the urgency of a sudden proposal as your mind lapsed at a previously scheduled hangout from a week before.

A simple mistake with dire consequences.

After all, you now found yourself upon your living room floor on your knees, your eyes covered by black cloth, your clothes stripped away fully, your hands tied behind your back, your heart set to an incessant flutter as you could hear the unmistakable sound of five pairs of footsteps shuffling around you.

There was no way out of this besides punishment.

Any attempts to reason and speak your way out of this had been long cast aside as failed, leaving you silent as you awaited your fate.

It took just one voice to finally break the stifling tension in the air.

“I gotta say: this was pretty clumsy, even for you, sweetie.”

“‘Sweetie’?”

A choir of barbed tongues for such a tender term of affection.

You could already imagine the narrowed stares of cerulean, jade, violet and sapphire-pink point towards the direction of smug crimson irises.

Of course it would be Sylus to get things rolling in the most antagonizing of ways.

“So that’s what other men are calling you, huh cutie?”

Words laced ever so pristinely with venom, paired with a precious pout that you knew had just formed.

That was Rafayel all right.

“Sweetie this, cutie that–who are these strange guys you’re letting chat you up like this, pipsqueak?”

“...what kind of nickname is pipsqueak?”

“That’s just how he is.”

“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean–?!”

While thankfully a sword remained sheathed and a gun stayed holstered, you could easily picture that wary glares that Caleb and Xavier were throwing each other's way all while an exasperated Zayne stood in-between with his fingers at his temple.

You were driven to say something, were it not for the low yet striking sound of Sylus clearing his throat.

“As much as I personally wouldn’t mind having this come to blows, we’re getting distracted from swiftly punishing this mischievous kitten for her greediness. I thought we discussed this already.”

Your body tensed as you finally let out an astonished “What?”

From the moment that you had all five accidentally run into one another at the lobby of your apartment to when you found yourself awaiting judgement while nude, just when did they have time tonight to have such a through talk togeth–

“Hmph while I loathe to agree with you of all people, cutie’s been too naughty to let this slide,” was Rafayel’s huffy reply.

“Glad we’re in agreement,” came Sylus's hearty chuckle. “Well then, brothers in arms, shall we?”

Caleb immediately scoffed, “Don’t call me ‘brother.’”

“You would say that, wouldn’t you?” Zayne quipped, his tone composed while you could hear the faint ‘click’ of his glasses being removed.

“H-Hey!”

The grumble of your name from Xavier’s lips drew your attention while the sound of belts and zippers being undone had you tense with apprehension. “We’ve got a task for you–something that a skilled Hunter like yourself should be able to handle easily.”

Their footsteps approached and you could feel it.

That heat.

That scent.

As tense as you were while you braced for any confrontation with your lovers, your thighs immediately closed together as you shuddered with anticipation.

“Aww excited already? Consider this a test of your memory, sweetie,” Sylus cooed from above. “All of us are going to have a turn stuffing that pretty little mouth of yours with our cocks~”

“If you’re able to identify us all correctly, we’ll forgive your scheduling mishap,” Zayne tsked from the side.

“But get any of us wrong, and I especially will never ever ever forgive you,” Rafayel chimed much too sweetly.

Nodding vigorously in response, you declared with utmost determination, “Whatever it takes to make things right.”

As you were met with a mix of awws and huffs, your lips parted instantly as demonstration of your resolve.

In return, you were greeted with the creamy tip of one cock dragging along your tongue, making sure that you had a taste of pre-cum just before it pushed fully into your mouth in one swift motion. You eagerly got to sucking away, even pressing your nose right against the base of his dick, only to be met with a soft nest of pubic hair. A name flashed in your mind right as he unceremoniously pulled out before another candidate quickly occupied your mouth.

The careful way he eased his cock past your lips, the slight curve to his erection, the lack of pubic hair once you were able to take him to the root. You felt a swell of confidence when he eventually drew away for the next man to take his place.

It was quickly dawning on you that they were being mindful to not linger in your mouth for too long, else risk letting a moan leak and give way to their identity.

Not that you needed such a hint for the next one, by the way you really had to let your mouth stretch and relax your jaw to accommodate the sheer weight and girth of the next cock that plunged into your mouth.

As you found your core already sopping wet and slick while this guessing game prolonged, you were sure of your selections thus far.

The last two felt about the same–even down to their shaving habits. But the distinguishing part came down to the eager and full push of one cock while the other was slower and indulgent.

When the final candidate pulled out, you were already gasping out your answers right as your blindfold was tugged off of your head.

“Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb and then Xavier…!”

As you finished speaking, you found yourself shrinking back.

And it wasn’t to finally being exposed to the light of your living room once again.

Rather, it already was a great deal to behold the sheer magnitude of one cock from any of your lovers, but as you remained on your knees, surrounded by all five of them at once was nothing short of intimidating.

At the same time, seeing their dicks gleam with a mix of their pre-cum and your saliva–if you weren’t so on edge, you would have allowed your mouth to drool freely in want of the idea of having your pick of any of them.

But this was not to be a night of your choosing.

Especially not while Rafayel immediately broke into applause.

Even while each clap sounded more mocking than anything.

“Congrats cutie!” He chirped while gazing down at you, his eyes gleaming wickedly as his pink lips curled in an equally mischievous smile. “You just earned yourself a night of punishment!”

Your eyes grew wide as you squawked out, “B-But you said you’d forgive–!”

“We said we’d forgive your misscheduling, not your cheating,” Xavier grumbled while he folded his arms over his chest.

“What Starboy over there said,” Caleb remarked with a jab of his thumb. “Don’t expect us to forgive or forget, alright pipsqueak?” Grinning deviously, he reached down to give you a pat on the back that felt more menacing than encouraging. “We’re gonna fuck this lesson deep into you so you don’t forget!”

With a click of his tongue and a shake of his head, Zayn began to loosen his tie as he observed out loud, “What you’ve demonstrated right here at this moment is that you’ve slept with all of us so much that you can easily differentiate between our bodies even while blindfolded.”

“You’re so cock addicted, sweetie–it’s almost pitiful.” Sylus’s teasing sneer was uttered right as he tossed aside his shirt. “Doesn’t matter who it belongs to, you’re just eager to get your fix, huh?”

Your wrists strained within their bounds as you lowered your head, a helpless whine escaping your lips. “That’s not true.”

The tension that had taken hold of you in anticipation of your punishment was one thing, the building shame and remorse from leading them on and being called out for it was entirely a whole other major matter.

“Actions say otherwise, babe,” Caleb laughed as he and the others continued to undress, clothes littering across your living room. “By the way you’ve been treating us, we’re just your collection of sex toys.”

“Just a collection of cocks for you to pick and choose from whenever you want, huh?” The bite in Rafayel’s words finally did it.

“Not true at all!” Your head snapped up, tears welling within your eyes as you cried out. “I know I messed up–I know misleading and lying to you all was bad! But please know that what I feel for each of you is true! Each of you are so special to me!”

With the five now fully naked as they stood before you, all eyes were on you, staring at your expression, assessing the authenticity of your words and tears.

“Is that so?” Xavier challenged a moment later, his words firm. “Use this night to claim each of us then. Demonstrate if we truly have a place in your heart.”

“Not only with words but with action,” Zayne remarked, his gaze fixed in a stern stare.

“If you don’t, then you can say goodbye to your bodyguard days and say hello to motherhood once I’m done with you,” Rafayel hummed, his intentions much more serious than the sing-song tone he spoke in.

“‘We’re,’” the other four immediately interjected, casting a glare towards his direction.

With a pitiful sniffle, you nodded vigorously as you declared, “I’ll prove it, I swear it to each of you! Right here, right–”

“–now.”

Xavier uttered this before he immediately dropped down to kiss you fully, ignoring the hisses and curses sent his way by Rafayel and Caleb.

But nothing mattered, only that you were receiving his affection, however blistering it was currently expressed.

He made quick work of the binding around your wrists, leaving you free to run your hands through his hair while you reciprocated his kiss with sheer earnestness. After feeling so unsure you would ever get to receive any sort of loving touch ever again, you were happily accommodating and pliant for him as he had you lie down beneath him, his hands spreading your legs just before he was slotting his cock into your core with one quick fluid thrust.

For as much of a gallant prince he carried himself to be when fighting alongside you, for as dreamily tender he often expressed his affection towards you by, the tempo and vigor he was pummeling into you were anything but gracious or merciful.

His fingers found their way to yours, threading themselves in a sturdy clasp while he kept your hands pinned down to the floor–nothing short of possessive. As this occurred, his lips then fell by your ear, a breathless command stated, punctuated with every slam of his hips.

You didn’t hesitate.

While your eyes locked right into his stormy blue ones, your back arched as you whimpered out loud, “Everyone look–I’m getting fucked by Xavier! My pussy has been shaped to fit his cock only!”

A choir of grumbled and gnashed teeth in response, but it was Sylus who actually spoke up.

“His shape only, huh sweetie?” He chuckled darkly. Though your focus remained on Xavier, you still caught a gleaming flash of crimson from his right eye. “I know a challenge when I hear it.”

This just earned the immediate ire of Xavier, who turned to glare right at him as he hissed, “Hear what you want, but I’ll make sure you hear this noise most of all…!”

Squeezing your hands, he brought his lips down to your neck for kisses and bites while his tempo intensified. the obscenely wet noise of his cock drilling into you pairing with the cries of his name off of your lips in sinful harmony all the way until you were dragged into the peak and crash of your orgasm, your pussy soon flooded full with the heat of his seed.

Even after having just climaxed, he lingered inside of you, fingers still weaved tightly with yours, reluctant to leave as you caught your breath.

However, by the sound of someone aggressively coughing with much impatience, he sighed, frustration flashing on his face as he glared back over his shoulder in response.

Xavier’s attention soon returned to your face, his blue eyes softening for a moment while he sought to indulge in one more kiss from your lips before he finally pulled out so your next lover could deliver punishment.

Which unsurprisingly turned out to be the very person who was rushing him in the first place.

With Rafayel practically diving over to swoop you into his arms, he was all smiles as he gazed at Zayne, Sylus and Caleb with utter defiance. His tone as haughty as ever, he taunted, “Hope you all can understand that I need to have a stern and urgent talk with my bodyguard.”

Caleb immediately cocked an eyebrow as he scoffed, “You’re letting this guy boss you around, pipsqueak?!”

“That you would be so accommodating for such a petulant man,” Zayne joined with disdain, sharing a look with Caleb before they, Sylus and Xavier watched as Rafayel gleefully hauled you over to your couch to take a seat.

For as much as you wanted to rebuttal–”He’s a sweetheart believe me!”–, his subsequent actions revealed a spirit that was much more petty in nature.

Having you face forward, Rafayel’s hands rested on your hips as he slowly guided them down towards his lap, making sure that the other four had a clear view of not only his cock sheathing itself fully into your pussy, but the look of absolute ecstasy that soon swept over your face as well.

While at first he took great joy in working you up to a quick and fluid tempo, he savored bliss most when he eventually drew his hands away completely and you proceeded to bounce upon his dick with even greater desperate need, his heart swelling with pride.

You were his masterpiece and he only wanted to flaunt off his art, after all.

However, there was still the matter of signing off on this particular piece.

That soon took the form of his hands returning to your body, the fingertips of one soon running tight little circles over your clit in tandem to your vigorous rhythm, the other pressing right below your belly, applying pressure every time his cock was sheathed back into the slick velvety depths of your core.

As drowned in pleasure as you were at this point, you felt alarmed the moment you realized what Rafayel was doing.

This wasn’t the first time he had done this in particular during sex and you knew he most certainly wanted to showcase this in front of your other lovers.

It was an inevitability that there was no escape from and before long, you were left squealing wantonly as he compelled you to join him at the extreme heights of climax, your face becoming flushed with heat and wet with tears of pleasure and embarrassment as the deliberate strokes of his fingertips caused your orgasm to gush messily out of your pussy and right onto the floor below.

Stunned was an understatement amongst your audience. Wide eyes, slack jaws, words lost, and–of course–cocks hard.

Though, in Zayne’s case, the words of “For you to push her body to such an extent” were uttered through gritted teeth while he was in the midst of retrieving something from his discarded pants.

Not that Rafayel was paying attention, as he was much too preoccupied with nuzzling his face against your shoulder affectionately while he hugged you from behind, steadying your body after you fell back against him in an overstimulated slump. “Aww cutie, you made such a mess,” he cooed in the sweetest of tones. “Whoever could’ve done such a thing~?”

With a sniffle, your gaze roamed across the other four as you answered, “I w-was made to s-squirt because of Rafayel’s c-cock and fingers.”

The glimmer of your tears–pleasured or not–had Xavier spitting out, “In any other circumstance, I would’ve killed you on the spot for making her cry in such a way.”

“Though I’m of the same opinion, consider me impressed,” Sylus mused with a smirk. “I’ll have to do that in record time one day.”

“A much later day.”

Zayne’s sudden interjection had both you and Rafayel startled, given by how quickly he appeared at your side.

Commandeering you right out Rafayel’s arms–much to the artist’s instant annoyance–and into his, Zayne ignored Caleb’s yelped “What the hell Zayne?! I was supposed to be–”, he drew you close to his chest while he brought a soothing hand up and down your back for gentle, languid strokes.

“Such a physical reaction like that from your body is normal during sex,” he remarked softly, his tone warm. “Though I’m sure you don’t need me telling you this.”

You clung against him further as you hiccuped, “It still helps a lot t-to hear it from you, Zayne.”

“That being said.”

Icy in an instant.

Much like the way you found yourself upon the floor on your hands and knees.

The heat that emanated off of Zayne’s palm only elicited shivers, especially as you felt his hand drag right over your backside.

“What’s not normal is being so deceitful, especially while you slept with other men behind my back.”

While your reflexes as a Hunter had you already brace for what was to come, you still yelped upon feeling his hand strike over your ass in a firm slap, followed by another and another, alternating between either cheek.

“That you would obedient for such a cruel and hypocritical doctor,” Rafayel remarked flatly, his tone in a mocking impersonation of Zayne’s voice.

Yet even as your skin stung with pain, your core only drooled and dripped all the more drenched with increasing pleasure.

This wasn’t the first time Zayne had done this to you and most certainly wouldn’t be the last.

You were so engaged in preparing for each spank that you didn’t catch the sound of a plastic cap being popped open.

But what certainly caught your attention was the sensation of cool gel suddenly being smeared over your asshole, causing your head to snap back as you looked at him with big, astonished eyes.

“Th-There Zayne?! Right now?!”

“Is there a more appropriate time to do this?” He questioned back with a slight tilt of his head, a soft grunt escaping him once his hand began to thoroughly coat his cock with lube. “As though this is new to you.”

“Hold on a minute!” Caleb interjected as his hand shot up, his expression aghast. “So you did anal first with Zayne and not me?!”

“I was the one to ease her through her first time with this spot,” Zayne answered, his eyes cast down as he watched the tip of his cock easeinto your ass from behind. While he pushed every long and thick inch inside, his usual cool composure sizzled into a hiss as he was greeted by your familiar tight heat. “It’s only right that I demonstrate to you all that I know her body best…!”

Caleb’s fingers balled into a fist. “‘Best’ huh…?”

“I disagree wholeheartedly,” Rafayel spat out, even as he marveled at the way your body bowed further in pleasure.

At first, Zayne was operating under a more slow and deliberate pace, opting to instead sink his cock into you down to the hilt. He also brought one hand around to grab and grope your breast, squeezing your chest with every deep thrust made.

His careful approach made you forget that this was even punishment.

However, the more you mewled and rolled your hips back to meet his in need, the more your ass squeezed around his dick, he was swift to remind you of your place.

The hand that was on your breasts retracted to instead grab at your hair as the rhythm of his thrusts soon turned punishing in tempo. Your pleasured squeals and cries were quickly joined by the sound of your ass getting spanked once again, his palm cascading down upon your skin for a string of smacks with disciplinary fervor.

Your name was declared from his mouth with a smouldering rasp, followed by his remark of, “If you could kindly enlighten the audience on what is being done to you and by who.”

Feeling his grip on your hair tighten, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you moaned out, “Zayne! My ass is getting spanked and fucked by Zayne!”

Your hair was released in favor of your chin being grasped, with Zayne turning your head to the side so he could bend forward and reward you with a kiss, the murmur of “Good girl” muffled into your mouth.

“You really can endure a lot huh…” Xavier observed out loud, his gaze focused while he watched you succumb further as you begged for more. “I’ll have to keep this in mind.”

With the care imposed to you by your beloved doctor, you were soon left sprawled on the floor, spent, your backside raised up high in the air as Zayne’s sticky cum trickled out from your asshole.

Enduring Xavier, Rafayel, and Zayne back to back. How could you even think to have the strength to get up–?

“Poor, poor little kitten. Need a helping hand?”

From right across the floor to suddenly hauled up high in the air.

Finding yourself face out towards the others once again, you could feel the thick, hard muscle of Sylus’s arms hooking beneath your thighs, keeping them spread wide and open to grant him full access with plunging his fat, girthy cock into your pussy. With his big hands clasping behind your head, you were effectively locked in place, left helpless and subject to his ravenous battering.

“Hang on tight, sweetie,” he breathed out teasingly, his tongue running over his bottom lip in delight as he savored the sopping squeeze of your core around his dick. “I’ll make sure this is a ride you’ll never forget.”

As he proceeded to murmur something towards you in an even quieter tone, Zayne–whose expression wrinkled over Sylus going straight into handling you aggressively rather than taking his time–proceeded to cast a glance to his side.

“How curious Caleb.” One brow quirking up, he continued, “I’m surprised you’re suddenly okay with that man going before you after all the complaining you’ve done tonight.”

Folding his arms behind his head, Caleb only chuckled in response, his laughter light while the look in his eyes was certainly not, “Heheheh, I have my reasons.”

While Zayne only looked more perplexed in return, Caleb redirected his attention back to you, watching you squirm and writhe about in a pleasured frenzy as you remained held captive.

Focused, determined, hellbent, Sylus kept on with spearing his cock into you over and over, the way he handled you feeling more akin to how he would use a sex toy for his own personal whims. His pace merciless, his girth stuffing you full, your body shuddered as you felt the crescendo of your next orgasm draw near.

His lips cracking into a smirk upon feeling your core clamp further down onto his dick, he brought his mouth right by your ear as he purred, emphasizing every single word with a mighty pound, “Alright sweetie. Just like I said, okay~?”

Your shameless shriek of “I’m mating with Sylus! I’m being made into a bitch in heat by Sylus!” with the subsequent crash of your climax immediately drew the ire of your audience–Xavier and Zayne especially. That the infamous outlaw easily got you to refer to yourself in such a degrading way was inexcusable in their eyes.

As if Sylus cared.

His face beaming with pride and satisfaction, he only goaded you further.

“That’s right: A naughty kitten so tormented by her base needs–just so eager to mate with any man, isn’t that right…?!” While his voice dropped into a snarl, he proceeded to bite down onto your shoulder as with one last hearty thrust, he left your core full and filled with a shot of his hot cum.

Though you would’ve liked to at least try and offer a rebuttal to the question he posed, from the moment Sylus finally loosened the vice that he kept your body ensnared by, you only found yourself being relinquished over to another pair of awaiting arms.

“I’ll take it from here,” was Caleb’s cheerful chime as he gave your body a loving squeeze, his voice sounding the happiest it had ever been this entire night.

Sylus only scoffed with a grin, “Heh, just don’t get too power hungry now.”

Yet his words were only ignored.

After all, now having his turn at last, Caleb was ready to feast.

“There we go,” he sighed out blissfully while he proceeded to carefully lay you back down onto the floor, “now all’s right with the world.” Catching your gaze, his violet eyes glittered joyously before he brought his lips to your face for a string of kisses all over, from your cheeks, your jaw and your mouth while his hands parted your thighs.

He was quick if not desperate to finally settle himself right in-between your thighs and plunge the entire length of his heavy cock right into your pussy. The rapturous whine you let out was swallowed by his mouth as he smothered your lips for a needy kiss.

By contrast to what you experienced with Rafayel, Zayne, and Sylus previously, Caleb carried himself similarly to Xavier, position and all.

However, having been the one to go last, to watch every other man have their turn with you, as his thrusts picked up in pace out of sheer need, it was him who was groaning and even whimpering as he achieved his orgasm before you did.

“Ehh, Colonel Quickshot over here, huh?” Rafayel didn’t even try to hold back his snicker, all while Zayne was soon admonishing him over the fact that some men are just more prone to premature ejacula–

“Who said I was done?”

It was a question that wasn’t directed at Rafayel specifically.

Hell, it wasn’t even a question—rather, a challenge posed to any of the other men in the room.

Because for Caleb, who didn’t even think to break eye contact away from you as he spoke, he had been keeping track all night long of every load of cum that was pumped into you by the others.

Even one besides him was one too many.

“Caleb…?”

Your voice trailed off as you watched the glimmer in his eyes soon become overtaken by a stormy haze.

He didn’t say anything, answering instead by quickly taking hold of your legs to push them back until your ankles were right by your head. His cock, still having yet to soften from his initial orgasm, was soon barrelling into your pussy once again, this time with even greater vehemence.

With his palms anchoring down on the back of your thighs, you were kept in the perfect position to receive every drop of cum he was dead set on pouring inside of you.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the others, obviously–with all becoming increasingly incensed with how much he was prolonging his turn.

Yet it wasn’t until you were crying out “I’m getting creampied over and over by Caleb! I’m going to get pregnant with Caleb’s baby at this rate!” with the peak of your orgasm that finally got the four of them to speak out in protest.

“Caleb,” Zayne scolded.

“Bullshit,” Sylus scoffed.

“No,” Xavier hissed.

“Die,” Rafayel growled.

“What’s that? Can’t hear or care about anything you all have to say!” Caleb laughed.

The subsequent bickering amongst the five that followed was lost on you as by this point, you were simply too far gone, your mind blank, your body drunk and wasted off of euphoric pleasure.

It was so much, too much.

But if your greed was what led you to this situation in the first place, as bad as it sounded, you only found yourself feeling even greedier than before after what you went through on this night.

You were eventually dragged back to reality upon feeling the scorching rush of Caleb’s seed pouring inside of you once again just before experiencing the loss of his warmth as he finally unsheathed his cock out of you upon his last orgasm–but not before snatching another kiss from your lips.

As you remained on the floor utterly spent and dazed, taking the moment to steady your breath, the five–seemingly having settled their differences and gripes with one another yet again–only circled around you, admiring their respective handiwork.

And then Sylus began to clear his throat once more.

“Well men, shall we?”

The other four expressed their agreement whether verbally or with a noise of acknowledgement. While you were left to glance around curiously as you watched them shuffle around your living room to search for and among their tossed clothes, you were soon at the center of not only their attention once again, but their phone cameras as well.

“Consider this a settlement for your transgressions, cutie~” His tone light and playful, Rafayel helped steady you back up to a sitting position before handing you what looked to be a page torn from his sketchbook, a note in his elegant handwriting inscribed across.

Hugging you from behind in further support of your body, he rested his chin on your shoulder as he continued, “Read this out to us–we’ll help prompt you too~” An amused giggle escaping him, he clarified with, “Just want to get on record this special confession from you, okay?”

“O-Okay.” Confused as you were, you held the note with care, your exhaustion forgotten for this moment as you sought to take this chance to fully redeem yourself.

Caleb was the first to speak, the usual exuberant light in his eyes having since returned as he asked, “What is your name?”

You answered while your eyes peered around at each phone pointed in your direction.

“Is there anything you want to declare?” Xavier asked next, the tone of his voice back to its signature soft, dreamy lushness.

You made sure to look at every single man in the eyes as you responded with, “I have five men that I really love.”

“You do? How cute,” Sylus hummed with amusement, unable to hide back that familiar all-knowing teasing grin of his. “Did something recently happen with you and those guys?”

Your eyes returned to the note, reading over what was next as your cheeks became warm from lingering embarrassment. “I had an affair with each of them and didn’t tell the others about having sex with other men because I didn’t want to choose one over the other.”

“How naughty of you~” Rafayel cooed, smiling mischievously while he nuzzled his cheek against yours with affection. “How are you gonna make it up to them moving forward?”

The presence of five phone cameras only deepened your embarrassment. Regardless, you continued with a composed, “Because of what I did, I’ll make it up by being used by all five of them whenever they want, however long they want.”

Zayne delivered the final question. Though the words were scripted, the look of adoration in his eyes was as genuine as could be. “And how does that make you feel?”

You immediately cast the note aside, needing no further prompt.

“It makes me really happy because I love them all!”

Sincerity as pure as could be, reflected in the look on your face and the sound of your voice.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb all looked towards you, their affection for you evident on each of their faces before they proceeded to cast a glance at one another.

“Does this settle everything once and for all then?” Zayne questioned.

“As long as she’s happy, then I see no issue,” Xavier declared.

“As long as there’s no outright favoritism from her, then I��m happy,” Rafayel chimed.

“Aren’t you lucky, kitten? All the milk you could ever want at a moment’s notice~” Sylus purred.

“A truce is a truce!” Caleb cheered.

With Rafayel already hugging you close, the rest of the four joined in expressing their adoration for you. The rest of the evening would be spent nurturing and doting after you, your wish–as always–their command.

Because while it was without doubt that you were theirs, all five of them together were yours.

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tfw i was trying to get this out during the NANANA COME ON valentines day but not valentines day banner this year 😭😭

glad i could make it at least for caleb’s birthday 🥹🎂

thank you so much for reading !!! 🥰🥰

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walble · 3 months ago

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Good Fortunes Coming In The Near Future

This is meant to be a fun, general reading, so it may not resonate with everyone. Take what resonates for you and leave the rest behind! Please take a moment to breathe, focus on your intuition, and choose the photo that calls to you. Each holds a unique message for you!

𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 1

Your reading suggests a period of financial stability and self-sufficiency approaching soon. There are strong indications of abundance, whether through career advancements, investments paying off, or an overall increase in wealth and comfort. Hard work and patience are paying off, and this is a time to enjoy the fruits of your labor. You may find yourself in a position of authority or influence, where your wisdom and strategic thinking lead to long-term success. This also points to a sense of independence and confidence in managing your resources wisely.

Balance and patience play a key role in what’s coming. You are entering a phase where harmony is essential, particularly in decision-making and personal growth. There’s a need to carefully weigh your choices and move forward with a clear, logical mindset. A rational approach to problem-solving will serve you well, and guidance from a mentor or an institution could provide valuable insight. This could be a time when discipline and structure lead to greater success, whether in your career, finances, or personal development.

Future planning is highlighted, urging you to consider the bigger picture. You may find yourself at a crossroads, looking ahead to new opportunities that require careful thought. Whether it's travel, relocation, or expanding your ambitions, taking a well-calculated risk will bring favorable outcomes. This is a period of learning and growth, where traditional values or structured systems will help guide you forward. Seeking wisdom from trusted sources and staying open to new experiences will ensure that the coming changes lead to stability and prosperity.

❥ ♡ 💜 ♡︎

𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 2

Your reading suggests that personal fulfillment and emotional satisfaction are on the horizon. A long-held wish or desire may soon come to fruition, bringing a sense of joy and contentment. This could be related to personal growth, relationships, or even a long-awaited opportunity finally manifesting. While there may be external challenges, your internal sense of happiness and self-acceptance will be strong, allowing you to navigate any obstacles with confidence.

However, there seems to be a disruption in stability, possibly within your home life or close relationships. A sense of nostalgia or attachment to the past may be holding you back, making it difficult to fully embrace new experiences. Letting go of old wounds or past disappointments will be necessary to move forward. This is a time for healing, as the worst of a difficult period is finally ending. You're emerging from struggles stronger than before, ready to rebuild with clarity and resilience.

Fairness and truth will play an important role in the near future. There may be a situation where justice is served, or a long-standing issue is resolved in a fair and balanced manner. Staying honest and making decisions based on integrity will lead to positive outcomes. Curiosity and a thirst for knowledge will also be important—new ideas, insights, or even unexpected messages may come your way, offering valuable lessons. Keeping an open mind and staying observant will help you make the most of upcoming opportunities.

❥ ♡ 💜 ♡︎

𐙚 • 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 3

Your reading indicates that recent or ongoing conflicts may bring unexpected benefits. While there may have been tension, disagreements, or even a sense of competition, these challenges will ultimately lead to personal growth and a clearer understanding of what truly matters. You are learning to choose your battles wisely and focus on what will serve your long-term success rather than getting caught up in unnecessary disputes.

Collaboration may feel difficult at this time, as teamwork or group efforts could be lacking harmony. However, this is a reminder that your personal achievements are not dependent on others. Independence and inner strength will be key to pushing forward. There is great emotional fulfillment ahead, as your desires and aspirations start coming to life. Confidence in your own abilities will help you create the life you want, and your resilience will ensure lasting success.

Expansion and recognition are significant themes in the near future. Opportunities for growth, whether in career, travel, or personal development, are on the horizon. You are stepping into a time of victory and public acknowledgment, where your efforts will be noticed and rewarded. This is a powerful moment for stepping into the spotlight and embracing the success you’ve worked for. With courage, determination, and a willingness to take risks, you will find yourself moving forward with great momentum.

❥ ♡ 💜 ♡︎

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team7-headquarter · 3 months ago

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It is obvious that most clan kids have the fight styles of their clans, right? Clanless kids either develop their own fight styles (Tenten) or they imitate the fighting styles of their sensei (Lee).

Sai and Tenzo fight like Root taught him too, but what about the rest of Team 7?

Naruto's fight style is unique to him, but by how much? I'm tempted to rewatch the anime only to analyze how much of each of his senseis and his parents' fighting styles he has. He's not as elegant as Kakashi, but he also doesn't match the style of Jiraiya. Minato was also rather elegant and even if we saw multiple Uzumakis fighting (Nagato and Karin, at least), I can't remember if they moved like Naruto does.

I presume he picks little elements from all those characters, but his fighting style is completely determined by his shadow clones and Kurama. If you want to know what part of his style is his and his alone, it's his ability as a trickster and (in the typical shonen mc fashion we love) a talker.

When facing an opponent, Naruto would aim to confuse them and then use their emotions and their memories against them on the field. He's unpredictable and amazing at reading people's hearts. To win a fight against him you must either finish it fast or reverse card his manipulation.

Sasuke is an obvious amalgamation of Kakashi, the Uchiha clan and Orochimaru. Still, Uchihas has all their own styles and the true heir of the Orochimaru style is Kabuto— which leads me to believe that Sasuke fights more like Kakashi than anything else. I need to rewatch his fights, but he has that elegant fluidity that allows the user to counterattack in time overwhelming opponents like Gai or Naruto, allowing them to thread their many talents together. He also relies heavily on the same elements as Kakashi: chidori, sharingan, heavy ninjutsus, a mixture of all fighting ranges...

He might have the Uchiha's signature jutsus and he might have the snakes from Orochimaru, but his taijutsu is almost entirely Kakashi inspired.

The big difference is his kenjutsu. I wonder how different it is from Kakashi's anbu kenjutsu style. To be fair, I imagine Itachi and Shisui also have an anbu kenjutsu style. Sasuke probably got it from Orochimaru, which is funny since the times we see Orochimaru using kenjutsu is mostly when he uses that gross katana that comes from his throat

Sakura seems like the easiest case because she was almost solely trained by Tsunade. Everyone agrees that she's a mini Tsunade, with how much she relies on medical ninjutsu and chakra control. The part that troubles me is that I don't think we have ever seen an instance of Tsunade fighting as a teenager. His canon timeline counterpart fights slower, I believe. She moves heavier, even when she dodges attacks perfectly. Compare what you know of Tsunade to Sakura's fight against Sasori. If she was influenced by Chiyo's chakra threads (and she was), how much of her style during that fight was hers alone and how much had Sakura absorbed from Chiyo's experience?

The other problem: during that fight, Sakura's kicks and weapon mannerisms were Kakashi's.

I have detailed Kakashi's fight with Obito, so I'd know. The little spinning of the kunai and then the fluidity of her kicks when she had to fight multiple puppets at the same time? Those were not from Tsunade or Chiyo. Clan kids don't move like that either. Is there a basic Konoha style that Kakashi had mastered and Sakura defaulted herself to? Or is there something else? Kakashi didn't train her, she didn't move like that as a genin and we were told he didn't train her during the time skip before Shippuden. If it was Tsunade who taught her to move like that, it would imply that Tsunade and Kakashi have similar fighting styles. Once again I'm begging for more info on Sakumo's past and his relationship with the Sannins lmao. Kakashi fought like that as a kid and I don't believe it was Chiyo's influence on those kicks. Gai and Rock Lee don't move like that, two pinnacles of Taijutsu.

Why the fuck Sakura moves like Kakashi?

And don't get me started with Kakashi.

He must fight like Sakumo used to. Like I say, he fought like that even before Minato. Of course his major fighting style relies on the fact that he (one of the most insane characters in the manga if you asked), decided to use the sharingan to copy a million jutsus. Where the Uchihas decided that they would rely on their clan signature jutsus, he went and cheated. Combine that with his anbu training and his own natural taijutsu and you get Hatake Kakashi.

I need to pay attention to Minato fighting tho. He is another insane bastard (who creates a jutsu to counterpart a tailed beast bomb? what the fuck?), but for what I remember he just was... Airy. His speed, his elegance, the way he timed his attacks and even the heavy ones looked light. He was a good sensei for Kakashi, thinking back to it. One genius to a prodigy.

Then, there's the fact that Kakashi most likely learned fuinjutsu from or for Kushina. How did that happen? He went into the library to learn them? Was he allowed? Did Jiraiya teach him? How did he practice?

I love how tangled the og Team 7 is. There's so much I could say about their styles, but I think this post is long enough already.

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #team 7 #team kakashi #og team 7 #naruto classic #naruto shippuden

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tactfullyinappropriate · 1 year ago

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Ohhh boy, I'm gonna get a lot of flak for this one but... masc lesbian =/= butch. You can be the most masculine presenting person the world has ever known and that does not automatically make you butch.

Butch is an identity and you kinda need to fit that identity, not make the identity fit you. E.g. "lesbians" who are attracted to cishet men. Sorry, hun, you're just not a lesbian. Find your own identity that fits. You are allowed to be your own kind of bisexual or pansexual but what you are not, is a lesbian.

Sure, there is a lot of room for being your own person within an identity. I am not the same kind of lesbian as the next dyke. But if I did not fit (or if I no longer fit) the definition of the lesbian identity, I wouldn't call myself one and insist that lesbians expand the definition to include me.

'Butch' as an identity exists within a certain context. It *is not* a synonym to man, and it's also not a synonym to 'a masculine presenting lesbian'. If you don't vibe with the whole 'chivalry' concept and the specific ways in with butch/femme courtship (as an example) happens, maybe consider if this is the right label for you before insisting that we expand or rather completely rewrite the definition to exclude those things from it.

Some of the discourse around 'we should redefine butch!' reminds me of the discourse around redefining manhood. "It's not fair that men are expected to have masculine hobbies," they say. "It's not fair that men cannot wear glitter and makeup and retain their manhood. It's not fair that men are expected to open doors, and carry heavy things, and to-to---" Yes. You are exactly right. But butches are not men.

'Butch' is an opt-in identity, not something that society at large expects and requires from you. In other words: if you think femmes gushing about being courted by their butches in what to you appears to be a 1960s play-pretend of patriarchy, is silly, objectifying or demeaning toward one of the parties... consider that maybe 'butch' is not the identity for you. That maybe you are a masculine person with their own unique take on masculinity.

But insisting that we redefine butch is like me insisting that we redefine 'yoga' because I vibe with the gymnastics but I don't like the spiritual aspect of it. I can just go to Pilates instead. Or do yoga and accept that other people in the practice experience it differently.

What I am endlessly tired of, as a femme, is being lectured on what I *should* and *should not* find attractive. I am not somehow betraying feminism, objectifying people and degrading myself by daydreaming of a butch who opens the car door for me or - the absolute horror - brings me flowers on a date. I recognize that other people have the right to their own attraction and that masculine lesbians deserve the freedom to explore masculinity on their own terms and be treated with dignity and respect regardless of where that exploration takes them and regardless of who does or does not find them attractive.

That being said, the whole narrative of 'if you find chivalry hot, then you are objectifying butches and you are, in fact, an entitled selfish person' is tiresome. Not all femmes are women but in being chastised for our turn-ons and romantic daydreams (unless we're the Cool Girl who doesn't like flowers and rolls her eyes at romance) I see a lot of the admonishment directed toward cis straight women who dare to swoon when they read romance where the male lead is courteous and generous.

Except, again, butch/femme *is not* man/woman. It's a particular subculture within the lesbian identity and no one is pressuring anyone into conforming to it.

#butch #dyke #butch lesbian #dykeposting #stone butch #lesbiansafe #butch4femme #femme4butch #femme lesbian #femme #sapphic #lesbian #wlw

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v3nusxsky · 7 months ago

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Ohh 12 and 26 with our queen Larissa 🥵

Behind closed doors 18+

*authors note~ so many wips haunting me and a new obsession with Agatha and rio plus school is murdering my brain. We interrupt Mars writting university assignments to bring the original queen that inspired me to start writing back to your screens. Hold tight for the Christmas event coming soon*

Trigger Warnings~ praise kink, choking (r), breeding kink, mommy kink, overstimulation, shifted cock, dom Larissa, sub r, begging, possessive Larissa, sorta marking (r),

Prompt~ see ask-^^*

Combined with this from the lovely @dingdongthetail

So reader is a omega who everyone assumes is an alpha because she is fiery and outspoken (thinking more masc presenting), Larissa is an alpha everyone assumes is a beta because she's kind and handles everything with her trademark grace, they have a secret relationship, they know about each other obvs, so when they get alone alpha Larissa comes out and subby omega reader just melts and does whatever her mate tells her. Breeding, mommy, pet names, praise, choking. Thoughts?

Perception is a funny thing. Subjective. And that was something you had learned very early on in life. Working in Nevermore as an empath is always interesting, you get your fair share of teen angst, puppy love, stress, frustration and your personal favourite curiosity. Feeling the students around you often gives you a great insight into how your lesson will go. Perhaps that’s why your classes are known to be the better behaved ones, you tailor your lessons to their moods. Despite your desire to be an open and honest person, all of Nevermore believe you to be a confident, outspoken at times and charming alpha. All expect one. Your masculine leaning appearance only adds fuel to their preconceived idea of you. People’s opinions of you never really bothered you, learning it’s best to allow them to think what they want. As long as you’re true to yourself then that’s all that matters to you. Your status is not something you deem to be important public knowledge.

As the principal of Nevermore, it was unsurprising that people naturally assumed Larissa Weems was nothing but a beta. Her calm fair nature combined with the uniqueness of her striking appearance only supported the idea. Truthfully, being a private woman, this never bothered Larissa Weems, she quite liked the idea of the public version of her and the real her, hidden behind closed doors. People often say it’s exhausting, pretending to be someone you are not. Larissa would have to disagree with that statement.

Dating Larissa Weems was nothing short of heavenly. Sure her being your boss could be seen as problematic but for both of you it was no issue. The connection you shared with the shifter was like no other you’d ever had the pleasure to experience. She was the first one to ask you rather than guess based on her perception. You were the first one who showed true and unconditional love. You knew first hand how others opinions could affect others so it was only natural you would want to ensure Larissa felt nothing but warmth and love.

The first time your suppressants ran out was only a month into your relationship. Exam season in Nevermore was always stressful but it didn’t help that your pharmacy had no refill for your prescription. It didn’t particularly bother you that people would find out the truth, you were more scared for her reaction. Of course she immediately noticed the change in your scent. Naturally she didn’t want to say anything and potentially cause upset but soon enough it became physically impossible to hide. Your heat hit hard and if you’d been able to concentrate on anything other than the slick between your plush thighs you would’ve noticed that poor Larissa was sent spiralling hard and fast into an unexpected rut.

Desire. Need. Lust. All you felt in the moment. It made thinking with a clear mind difficult for you both. However, just like you suspected, the newfound knowledge changed nothing. Well. That’s a lie. But you like to argue it changed for the better for you both. A safe haven where you could both be what you were made to be. Larissa loving taking the caring dominant role over you, protecting you from any possible threat. You adore being hers, pleasing her, cooking for her. Anything that woman needs your there and ready to do whatever it takes. Not to say she’s not the same for you, you love how her frame towers over your body as she holds you to her chest. The feeling of safety and comfort was all you ever desired. A true Alpha to your omega. True bond. Bound together by fate. Yet nothing changed around Nevermore. The days flowed as they usually did but behind closed doors, it was all different.

Wednesday had well and truly pushed every one of Larissa’s buttons. The principal being left pacing her office as she waits for you to join her for the evening. It amazes you how well Wednesday can rile your lover up. Although it shouldn’t be surprising because her not he is the same. Most assume you become overwhelmed with jealousy and that’s why you don’t like Mortica Addams. If only they knew what a riled up Larissa Weems meant behind closed doors. No. You hate the emotional scars morticia left in her wake. Long deep jagged cuts all over Larissa’s fragile heart.

“Rissa?” You muttered quietly, drawing the woman from her frustrated thoughts. When did you come in? Immediately, your scent washed over her tight frame, muscles began to loosen subconsciously. A direct response. You however could only whimper as her emotional state crashed into your small frame. “What can I do my love?” Within a few strides she was towering over you, a smirk plastered on her ruby lips as she growled, “I wanna make you feel so good you forget your own name. I need to fuck you darling.”

You couldn’t even draw a breath before she was slamming your body back against her heavy mahogany door. Helpless. “Mommy needs her good girl” she practically purred as she nipped and licked over the column of your throat, your pulse thumping under her warm muscle. Really it’s unfair, how can you do anything but surrender to her pure dominance. Tiny moans escaping you as your brain grappled to form a response. To consent to what would soothe you both. “Please” you gasped, hands pawing at her dress that was snug to her hips. How could she not give you everything when you flash those needy doe eyes her way and use such pretty manners?

Her toned thigh made contact with your pulsing clit with a practiced ease, her hands being the only thing keeping you upright as you worked yourself pathetically quickly to an orgasm. The scent of your alpha mixed with the pleasure she was happily providing you created the open road to bliss. Larissa prides herself on just how little she can do before you’re hurtling off the edge. How she could quite literally command you to fuck your pretty pussy for her, putting on a show as all she does is watch. The first orgasm never takes too long for her pull from you. You can’t help but whine when she moves her now slick coated thigh from your heat. “Hush my love, you know mommy will take care your needy cunt. I’d never leave my pretty girl all needy would I?”

Somewhere in the blissful haze the pair of you moved to your bedroom next door and the clothing was stripped from you both, her goddess like figure on full display for your eager eyes to devour. “Mommy” you whimpered, every letter dripped with need. “I haven’t ruined my pretty girls brain already have I? Mommy wants more sweet girl you understand that don’t you?” Her condescending tone added an edge you didn’t know you needed, instinctively your legs fell open, exposing your puffy red soaked slit. “Hmm pretty girl, that was too easy, perhaps you need to be reminded who’s in control here. Can’t have MY girl spreading her legs for anybody now can I?”

Larissa couldn’t help but drive straight in, to get a taste of you like a starving woman. You simply taste delicious. Like nothing she’d ever tasted before. Your arousal coating her tongue was one of her favourite things in the world. The rich taste, the way she could flick your bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue and you’d respond with such a pretty mewl of pleasure, your core flooding with more for her to feast on. Your hand immediately found its home in her silver strands of hair, gripping and tugging on them as your hips bucked toward her sinful mouth. God the way her nose would bump into your clit as she plunged her tongue into your soaked little hole as her both of you moaning like wild animals. A perfectly timed dance, as old as fate itself.

Larissa prides herself on being an attentive alpha. You are on your third climax of the night before she even realises she’s now painfully hard. Her appendage standing tall and proud. Ready for action. The tip angry, red and leaking. The sight of you gasping for air as you come back down to earth, pupils blown wide with a messy pussy drive her wild. Yet she’s not done yet. You breasts need to be marked. Every inch. Hers. That’s what you are and she’ll mark you as many times as it takes for every one to know. Her slender fingers toying with your perky nipples as she remarks her claim on your neck. It’s enough stimulation alongside the physical sensation being bestowed on your breasts that sends you hurling over the edge again. Tears brimming in your eyes at the pure force of the orgasm rippling through your body. Chest heaving as the shifter leans back to take you in. “Pretty baby, such a messy girl for mommy. I know my girl needs more. Beg for it darling. Tell mommy what you want.” It takes a few attempts before you manage to breathlessly stumble out “I - I want y-you to come I-inside me this time. Please. I want to make you feel good”

Trying to sit up on shaky limbs is a trial and a half, but nothing would stop you from pleasing her. Your lover treats you so well, it’s only fair to repay her. “Please” you pleaded peering up at her through your eyelashes. A simple plea but simply too cute to resist. “Go ahead sweetheart, show mommy how much you want her cock in that sweet little pussy of yours.” Instinctively you bent to take the member between your plump lips, cheeks hollowing around her as you swirled your tongue around the leaking tip. A little pleased moan left you to vibrate along her shaft. “Oh good girl. That’s my girl. Such a good cock sucker for mommy”she praised. Yet it was short lived. Larissa would say she has good stamina, but you’d got her so desperate she could burst from just your mouth. And you both wanted her to be inside of your warmth when she burst. “Off” was all she offered before tugging you off by her grip in your hair, “my sweet girls such a good girl for my dick, but I want to be inside your sweet cunt when I burst. Fuck my babies into you until you’re begging mommy to stop. You want my knot right darling? My cock buried snuggly into your cervix as I fill you to the brim?”

If you thought she was all talk, that thought died as she sunk her cock in. Slowly. Inch by inch. She wanted you to feel every stretch, every vein, every twitch. “Look at how well you take me pretty girl” she moaned taking in the sight she was pleading you to look at. Her hand settled around your throat, lightly pressing you into the mattress and drawing to her full height. “Pretty thing with my hand like a necklace” her murmured thought was cut off by a loud pitch moan filling the room. Any final restraint broke like a damn. Primal needs filling the older woman as she drew out to just the tip before slamming back into you. Blissfully unaware of the world outside the door is what you were. Her hand wrapped round your throat, her constant pounding of your tight little hole, the sinful grunts coming from her as she kept her almost animalistic pace. Striving to hit the spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head as you coat her thick cock with your slick. Incoherent whimpers babbling out of your mouth among the slight choking sounds she was pulling from you only aid in green lighting Larissa to climax.

“Mommy” you whined, haphazardly reaching to paw at her bare chest, “so full. So good.” The praise giving her the drive to pound you just a little harder causing you both to tumble over the edge together. Long spurts of white hot sticky seed raced to your womb as you milked Larissa for all she had, inner walls gripping her knot so tight that she couldn’t help but spill more into your awaiting core. “Fuck darling” she panted as her arms gave out, her head finding its way to where her mark on you lay. It would be a while before Larissa could even considering pulling out of you. Even then she knew you’d beg to be like this for a little longer. To stay full and connected. And who would she be to deny her precious omega of anything? There would come a time she would slip from your now gaping hole and shush your cries of displeasure before setting to work on caring for you. Cleaning you up with a warm rag, bath filled with lavender salts running as she grabs you a drink before lifting you effortlessly in her arms to the tub. Soaking together in the post orgasmic bliss before drying off and drifting off to slumber wrapped in her strong arms.

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kiame-sama · 10 months ago

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Not gonna lie, Drider!Rook made me think about the story ‘The Most Dangerous Game’ and I can just picture him wanting to hunt Reader since he’s never encountered such an exotic and unique prey like a Human, as he’s vibrating from excitement about how his newest ‘Prey’ shall fair against him

He probably read stories about Humans in his youth and wondered before they went extinct, how they were able to survive without gills, scales, claws, wings, poison, etc or even without magic

Because Reader uses hidden traps and misleading tracks, Rook calls her ‘Mademoiselle Trickster’ (Mademoiselle is a title for an Unmarried Women in French) and felt his heart skip a beat seeing Reader use her intelligence, cunning and trickery to get the upper hand over him

Only he’s not going to eat or kill her, rather he just wants to feel the thrill of the hunt by chasing an endangered species (He has no intention to harm her)

But here’s a twist, the hunt is actually a common mating practice for his species of Drider (Or just his family) when it comes to finding a mate

There’s not really a lot of information about Rook’s family as he’s quite secretive about himself (Which I find ironic because he wants to know everything when it comes to his ‘Muses’)

(I know the shadows over his eyes don't make sense given the pose and the angle of the lighting, but I liked the way they looked all darkened and menacing, so I kept the eye shadows for my own aesthetic.)

(Rook waiting in his web on the Pomefiore ballroom ceiling. He does this to observe the other students and document their habits and will even do this web building around campus in heavy traffic areas/popular gathering spots to stalk others more effectively. Vil will often throw things at Rook if he sees the Drider has built yet another web on the Pomefiore ceiling. His dorm robes aren't well suited for the upsidedown life, but he makes due and uses magic to keep his favorite hat in place on his head.)

- Rook would absolutely love hunting the little Human Trickster if only to experience the thrill of The Hunt. He wouldn't dare harm a hair on his sweet Human's head, but he would absolutely love a back and forth of Hunter and Hunted with them just for fun. He may not tell the little Human it is just for fun, seeing as he wants an authentic experience and a good hunt. Once he eventually catches his Human- and he will catch them at some point- he will be practically bouncing from the thrill of it all and only then will he inform the terrified Human that this was a game and not an actual hunt. Were it an actual hunt, they would not have seen a single hair of the Drider before he struck.

- There is little as exhilarating to Rook than a hunt for prey that knows how to fight back and evade him. Any traps his Human sets, no matter how flimsy or obvious, will only thrill Rook becuase he loves the idea of being hunted by his own prey. To flip the tables on such a skilled Huntsman only makes the game more fun. There is nothing quite like the thrill of chasing down dangerous game and it certainly gets Rook's blood burning hot and pumping.

- As Rook is a Golden Huntsman Drider, he doesn't often participate in web-building in regards to hunting his prey. He will build webs for many reasons in many places, but rarely ever will he build a web to be used in an actual hunt. Huntsman are a spider species known for wandering, tracking down prey, and foraging when needed, Rook is no different and is a voracious predator when it comes to the true hunting and gathering of prey. Naturally, this does mean all of his family shares this drive to hunt. Hunting is ingrained in a Huntsman's DNA so naturally they will also hunt prospective mates.

- Like their spider counterparts, male Huntsman Driders- upon locating a suitable mate- have a tendency to lay their legs in substrate and shuffle them back and forth to make a rustling or rattling sound depending on the substrate. Usually a hunter would not be keen to reveal themselves, but this sound can draw in curious prey and curious mates who are seeking the Drider making the sound. Part of this mating display is hunting their mates down and drawing them in with the sound before springing. Naturally, when they have their mates in their grasp, they don't let go easily as Huntsman Spiders are known to cling tightly to prey and even predators to stop themselves from being shaken off or dislodged from their quarry.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook x reader #yandere twst #twst monster au #yandere drider #yandere monster #monster au #Humans Are Extinct TWST AU #hae rook

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raguiras · 10 months ago

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What's this?! Spade of Storms is canon in the game now?! /j

Finally finished this Spade of Storms WIP from early June 😅 Click for better quality!

Reblogs are very appreciated ~

「 Bonus versions & ship ramble below the cut! 」

♤ More Deuce x Allen: ♤

SHIP INTRO: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

OTHER ART: 1

Ship blog: @spade-of-storms

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♤ Ship ramble ♤

There are many reasons why Allen and Deuce are perfect for each other (list), but a fair share of said reasons are rooted in or can be traced back to one massive, highly important core point: these two have extremely similar experiences in a reversed order.

Said experiences shaped their personalities, goals, insecurities and "masks" — all of which are highly important factors for Deuce and Allen's relationship development.

So today, I'll be talking about how their backstories influence Allen and Deuce's relationship.

Something I noticed is that if Spade of Storms weren't dating, they'd pretty much end up experiencing at least parts of each other's backstory... and end up in a super miserable state.

Allen is a former honor student who overworked himself to the point of burning out, all because he was a people pleaser and his stellar grades still weren't enough for his teachers who expected nothing but the absolute best from him. Additionally, he had to suppress his true self and interests because he was expected to be a model student in every single way, and anger was something only "bad" kids felt.

Sounds familiar? Deuce is unknowingly on the path to end up in the same situation, except in his case, the fact that he can't seem to achieve better grades no matter what causes him even more distress. If he actually ended up becoming a honor student, Deuce would experience a ton of additional pressure, not to mention that he's already struggling to hide the delinquent tendencies that are a fundamental part of his true personality... Sure, "honor student" sounds like a nice and admirable title to have — but the reality behind it is cruel, and Deuce isn't aware of that yet.

Which is why I gave him Allen.

A large part of Allen's trauma is rooted in his past as a honor student and the crushing expectations people (including himself) threw at him, and he desperately wants Deuce to watch out for himself and approach his goal of becoming a honor student carefully and logically rather than bite off more than he can chew and end up drowning in even more pressure, self-suppression and insecurities. Allen doesn't want Deuce to experience all the negative sides of being a honor student and instead supports the Heartslabyul student's goals by working towards them with a pace appropriate for Deuce, helping him study through actually unique methods specifically tailored for Deuce, and — most importantly — giving Deuce a safe and healthy environment where he can be his 100% authentic self and learn how to properly get his impulsiveness under control at the same time.

And the other way around? How does Deuce's past help Allen?

Deuce quit being a delinquent because it not only disappointed his mom, but also caused him a lot of trouble and massively stained his reputation. While Allen can handle his own delinquent tendencies just fine on the outside, his anger is actually much worse than Deuce's, not to mention that he has incredibly violent fantasies about the people he can't stand...

So far, Allen hasn't done anything bad. But Deuce, despite being a delinquent at heart himself, is able to calmly remind Allen to not do anything he might end up regretting or that might stain his reputation, especially since this is a major fear of Allen's. Deuce's worries and loving way manage to keep Allen in check, no matter how strong the Ramshackle student's hatred for society grows.

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Now, HOW exactly are they able to help each other grow? WHY did they form intimate levels of trust to begin with? And especially, why can Allen actually efficiently help Deuce in the first place when nobody else can?

All will be revealed in the next issue Spade of Storms explanation post >:)

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nothorses · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/rq-lif3styl3s/752949689078431744/bahhahahagaggag

Yeah okay, I've got juice in the tank for this one.

So, for anyone who doesn't wanna click links from anons, this is a link to a post about "transracial" and "trans-abled" people. Specifically, this post is arguig that transracial and transabled people Are Valid.

I mostly see people dismiss these ideas as obviously wrong and shitty rather than actually engaging with them, and like, fair. But I have the energy right now, so fuck it. Let's learn!

The thesis of this post is "gender, race, and ability are all basically the same, so being trans-gender/racial/abled is all the same." I think this demonstrates a fundamental lack of understanding of all of these concepts, and frankly, I think this is a deeply incurious way of thinking.

This person clearly has at least a surface-level understanding of transgender theory, and they've gone ahead and applied that understanding to everything else without doing any deeper thinking or learning. That sucks. Gender, race, and dis/ability status are all very much social constructs on which systems of oppression are based, but these are social constructs with very different histories and frameworks.

For example: pretty much every culture has had some concept of "gender"- most of them resembling the "male/female" binary we're familiar with today- since time immemorial. Gender roles are fluid with time and culture, and trans identities (and even culturally-sanctioned gender roles/terms) have also been present as long as gender itself has. Gender in various cultures has not always been a construct on which systems of oppression are based, nor is that system of oppression always a patriarchy.

"Race", by contrast, is a concept that sprung up in the 17th century as a justification for colonization and slavery.

Another example: "Disability" is a more modern term, mostly referring to a system of power and one's position in it. There have always been disabled people, but they haven't always been thought of as disabled, and a lot of things we consider "disabilities" in our present culture weren't always thought of as disabling (i.e. pathologized). A lot of things that are disabling are also not thought of as "real disabilities", and a lot of people who are disabled don't think of themselves- and thus are not thought of- as "disabled". It's fluid in a very different way than gender is fluid.

Racial identity is also fluid for very different reasons than the others: a lot of the reasons someone might experience fluidity in their racial identity have to do with their context, and their individual relationship to white supremacist power and oppression.

I don't think there's anything wrong with acknowledging or exploring the overlap between these things; I personally am super interested in the overlap between cissexism and ableism, and I've explored it a lot in the last couple of years of schooling! Medicalization and pathologization, medical needs and gatekeeping, the understanding of bodies as "natural" and "pure" vs. "unnatural" and "disfigured"- it's all fascinating.

But learning more reveals a lot of differences between gender and transgender folks- things that are entangled with power, but do and have existed separate of power- versus race and disability, which describe relationships to systems of power on a very fundamental level.

It's a mistake to ignore the differences like this, and it reveals more ignorance than anything. Learn about the histories, complexities, studied frameworks, and lived experiences of trans people, disabled people, and people of color! Learn about what makes us similar, and what makes us different! Learn about the issues unique to each of us, and the conversations we're having about theory and systems of oppression!

I'm here for the inclusive mindset, and also, like, there's a reason people treat these things differently. Please learn.

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formulas-bitch · 1 year ago

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streamer Lando Norris x artist/reader

In a world where streaming had become the new norm, Lando Norris found himself in an unlikely partnership with a female streamer. Their names were as different as their personalities; he, a young, charismatic racer with a penchant for speed and risk-taking; she, an enigmatic artist with a flair for storytelling and an uncanny ability to connect with her audience. Their partnership was not born out of convenience or necessity, but rather, a strange and inexplicable twist of fate.

As they streamed together, their chemistry was undeniable. Lando would bring the thrill of the race to the screen, his fingers dancing across the controller as he maneuvered his way through virtual tracks at breakneck speeds. His laughter and cheers echoed through the studio, filling the air with an infectious energy that seemed to lift the spirits of everyone around him. On the other hand, the female streamer would take the reins when it came to interacting with their audience, engaging in witty banter and sharing intimate details about her life as an artist.

Their fans, known as the "Lando's Angels" and the "Artiste's Aficionados," were equally devoted. They would tune in religiously to witness the dynamic duo's antics, often spending hours in their streams, cheering them on and leaving generous donations. The streamer pair's popularity only grew with time, transcending the boundaries of gaming and art. They became cultural icons, their influence spreading far and wide.

Lando and the female streamer continued to push each other to greater heights, experimenting with new games, art forms, and storytelling techniques. They embarked on charity streams, using their platform to raise awareness and funds for various causes close to their hearts. Their partnership was not without its share of challenges, of course. They had their fair share of arguments and disagreements, but they always managed to find common ground and work through their differences.

As their fame grew, so did the pressure. Lando found himself constantly in the spotlight, his every move scrutinized by fans and critics alike. He struggled with maintaining a private life and the constant need to be "on" for his audience. The female streamer, on the other hand, dealt with her own set of challenges as she navigated the often-misogynistic landscape of the streaming world. Despite these obstacles, they remained a beacon of positivity and resilience, inspiring countless others to chase their dreams and find their own unique voices in the world of streaming and art.

Their partnership eventually evolved into something more than just a professional arrangement. As they spent more time together, traveling the world for gaming and art conventions, attending exclusive events, and collaborating on creative projects, a deep bond began to form between them. Lando found himself falling for the enigmatic artist, her wit, charm, and unyielding strength winning him over. She, in turn, found herself drawn to his vulnerability, his willingness to open up and share his fears and insecurities with her. Their relationship was not without its fair share of challenges, but they faced them together, their love for each other serving as a guiding light.

As their personal lives intertwined, so did their professional lives. They launched their own production company, hiring a team of talented streamers and artists to join them in their quest to create something truly special. Together, they pushed the boundaries of what was possible in the world of streaming and art, exploring new genres, mediums, and storytelling techniques. Their streams became less about the games they played or the art they created and more about the stories they told, the lives they shared, and the connections they forged with their audience.

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morning wips! i wanna get involved with the communities rollout! i've submitted a couple of them for review already. however, even for someone like me that is v ready for it, it's hard to engage with communities as a concept because it's not clear what they'll be, not possible to browse existing ones, and there's no info about how they might look or feel like to use. could we have a list of communities that are already happening (even if we can't access them yet), a walkthrough of how communities look or some other descriptive resource? the current info about communities isn't telling very much. these suggestions are made with positive enthusiasm - i WANT to get hype - but it feels v much like we're fumbling in the dark/contributing to something that we don't get to see atm and i think some clarity would help. kis kis kis !!

Answer: Hi there, @moitt!

Thank you for these. All great, fair questions!

And we are happy to answer them. Admittedly, we are fumbling in the dark a little, you might say—that is why it’s still an experiment. We have our own ideas for how Communities could work, but really, we want to build it based on what people actually do with it. This is why the current functionality is fairly simple and limited. We’ve wanted to see what feedback we get and to understand what people ask for and expect—rather than spending a long time building something that may be unappealing to the people we hope will use it (we’ve made that mistake many times in the past!) You can see a little bit of that dialogue in the Feedback community.

To your point about seeing communities—right now, we’re working on ways of integrating public communities into existing feeds, search, tagged pages, etc., so that they can be discovered by people who aren’t in any yet (which is most people on Tumblr!) We hope that by seeing other people use it, you’ll get a better explanation than anything we could try to provide—because every community is doing things in their own interestingly unique way right now. We don’t want to be prescriptive about how they should be used.

By the way, the same is true with how blogs work on Tumblr—we don’t tell you how to blog. Instead, we hope you try to figure out your own way of blogging by seeing how others behave on the platform.

We hope that helps address at least some of your queries. We would also advise that you have a little look at this handy Help Center explainer into Communities. Above all, we hope y’all like it.

Stay tuned!

#feature #communities #wip speaks #sneak peak #tumblr roadmap #this is a work in progress

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blueikeproductions · 2 months ago

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Some cleaner packaging art for CyberWorld appeared for upcoming Amazon listings.

The character designs are definitely inspired by super robot anime of the past, giving the characters a fun throw back to Car Robots and the Unicron Trilogy. Megatron in his bull form is not out of place in stuff like Energon and RiD01.

On a related note, Sky-Byte takes his inspiration primarily from the Generations toy but his head evokes his old RiD01 head to me.

Curiously his Anchor Arm is detachable and can be equipped to his Beast … uh… Vehicle Mode head. I’m assuming it can be a new attack, but a lot of people say it evokes a crown. Others have lovingly nicknamed him “Land-Byte” because of his Hot Wheels monster car design.

Snarl definitely has a Junkion vibe, but whether he’s supposed to BE one we dunno yet. I don’t really see it being addressed either way, but a lot of veteran fans are content with the very idea of a Dinobot Junkion. I’m still impressed it’s Snarl of all guys, because he tends to be the forgotten one in favor of Slag or Swoop if Grimlock has another G1 style dino buddy in modern toys.

These toys, as mentioned before, emphasize a quick transformation on the packaging, a continued carry over from complaints from the Bayformers toy lines where several toys were becoming too complex to Transform.

These seem to strike a decent balance of the simplistic G1 era toys and the early one step toys of Beast Wars, which I’m fine with. The RotB toys were of a similar ilk and I like fiddling with my figures from it.

One thing I find funny is how the packaging on these guys refer to "Quick Change" or "Armor Up" based on what type of toy it is...

While Grimlock's toy instead says "CHANGES TO DINO!" with its own unique logo with Grimlock biting the words. It's so delightfully absurd, and exclusive to Grimlock, I adore it for that. Why Snarl didn't get any such logo for himself, I dunno, since he too CHANGES TO DINO!

Still not really sure I get the Armored Changers idea, as the accessories they come with are just flip out gun thingies rather than clip on armor like the Cyberverse Spark Armor or the Beast Armor from ROTB. The idea of a separate Transforming partner does evoke the Action Masters, which I kinda dig also.

The packaging seems to emphasize elemental typing more than expected, as besides referencing the biomes mentioned in earlier press, the same elemental logos are used for individual Transformers. Bumblebee and Optimus represent the city zone, Galvatron represents the desert zone, the Dinobots and Megatron represent the jungle zone and Sky-Byte represents the water zone.

I might be reading too much into it, but I wonder if this is meant to be analogous to Bakugan's elemental factions (and where they had Transformers style Clan factions that one time). It wouldn't be the first time Transformers referenced Bakugan, considering the RiD15 Cyclone Mini-Cons (and frankly most of their Mini-Cons were analogous to Pokemon and Bakugan, with Pucks and Torpedoes also evoking Trap Bakugan, Nanogan and Geogan).

As of typing we still don't have the full context on how the rules fully work in this universe, but Hasbro and Takara clearly are experimenting with an elemental idea going by this and Wild King, ESPECIALLY Wild King. CyberWorld doing something similar makes it clear other Transformers will also be categorized based on elemental affiliation too.

So we can assume the following:

Chop Shop (Insect Beast Mode): Jungle

Elita -1 (Boat Vehicle Mode): Water

Starscream (Jet Vehicle Mode): City

Mirage (Also Jet Vehicle Mode): City

Scorponok (Scorpion Beast Mode): Jungle or Desert. He's kind of a toss up, but leaning towards Desert being his affiliation. Maybe Galvatron and Scorponok dominate the desert zone in a nod to the Bay films.

Off Road Optimus Prime & Off Road Bumblebee (Off Road Vehicle Mode) City, Jungle and/or Desert. The toys were shown associated with the city zone at Toy Fair, but the Off Road theme would suggest they'd be used heavily outside of the urban jungle.

G2 style Megatron (Tank Vehicle Mode): City, Desert or Jungle

If the line is successful, or if they already had some additional characters in the can, I think it's safe to assume any additional Autobots and Decepticons we weren't privy to yet would follow this typing system.

And frankly both the Autobots and Decepticons could use more Water guys, as we only have Elita and Sky-Byte as the Water rep. Maybe they're rivals in this context? Hopefully it's a better developed rivalry than Sky-Byte and Jetfire was in Cyberverse... I could see Scorponok involved with the Water battles, Sea Scorpions are a thing, but it leaves the Autobots at too much of a disadvantage and Elita-1 is good, but she's not THAT good. I'm not expecting someone like Broadside or High Tide here, heck maybe they'll bring back Hammerbyte as a Sky-Byte retool, who's to say. Same goes for the Desert, since Galvatron is the only one of that typing for the moment.

Another curious thing is there seems to be a tagline: "More to Unlock". It clearly refers to other toys available in the line so far on the packaging, but the idea of Unlocking is curious. Perhaps it refers to what the Autobots and Decepticons need to do in story? What little we know so far says there's video game like challenges, so perhaps each elemental area is akin to a video game level, and they have to progress through? That would make the most sense.

Either way, the first wave of toys come out June 15th, 2025, with the second wave on October. The first wave is said to be Optimus, Bee and Skybyte, with Starscream as the only named one for the second atm. When the other guys and gals come out we don't know yet as of typing. Perhaps the first and second waves will have more characters? Only having Bee, Prime and Sky-Byte to start out is strange, at least strange in that they're not going in with the new Megatron, but maybe after the failure of EarthSpark Megatron, maybe they want to hold off a smidge on Megatron this time toy wise...

#transformers #maccadam #blueike #blueike productions #transformers cyberworld #optimus prime #cyberworld megatron #megabull

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littlefireball · 1 year ago

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ᴄꜱ|ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ'ꜱ ɢɪꜰᴛ (ᴍ)

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ! ꜱᴀɴ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ

Today is San's 126th birthday, a milestone that you are excited to celebrate together for the first time. As you browse through the boutique, you ponder what gift would truly surprise and delight him.

With his long life and myriad experiences, you find yourself at a loss, wondering if there is anything left that he desires. He has tasted different blood types, found his soulmate, and even shared intimate moments with you. What more could he possibly want?

As you struggle to come up with the perfect gift, you realize that perhaps it's not about fulfilling a desire, but rather about showing your love and appreciation for him.

Memories of the ‘marking’ flood your mind, stirring up a mix of emotions and thoughts. You blush at the sudden rush of impure fantasies, quickly pushing them aside.

You still vividly remember the details of that day, and for some reason, it awakens desires that have been dormant for a while. As you look up, you realize you've unknowingly wandered to the entrance of the restricted zone.

"Um... When did they have these things..." Another impure thought crosses your mind.

"Give myself to him as a gift."

"Ah ah ah! What am I thinking!" You cover your blushing cheeks, feeling the heat radiating from them, and your fingertips start sweating.

Feeling more and more embarrassed, you suddenly notice someone approaching.

"Damn! Why is someone here?" In order to avoid an awkward encounter, you swiftly grab a red piece of clothing and quickly pay before leaving. You haven't even looked at the details of the lingerie, but you assume San will like it since it's red.

Finally, back at home, even though you're alone, you cautiously make your way to the bathroom, ensuring no one can see you. You take out the mysterious lingerie from the packaging.

"Oh my god, what did I buy?!" This lingerie is completely outside of your comfort zone.

"This is more like underwear than lingerie!"

Feeling a mix of reluctance and determination, you reluctantly sift through the lingerie, pondering, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Despite your initial uncertainty, you find yourself unable to come up with an alternative gift idea.

"Just this once, for his birthday," you concede as you slip into the delicate attire. Avoiding your reflection in the mirror, you keep your gaze lowered as you navigate the unfamiliar garments.

"It does feel quite airy..." you admit, noting the discomfort of the open slit in the panties. Awkwardly crossing your legs and nervously biting your lip, you can't shake off the self-conscious feeling.

To complete the look, you decide to don a sheer red outer robe from the package. The crimson fabric drapes elegantly over your fair skin, accentuating your curves and adding a touch of allure to your appearance. Despite feeling a bit exposed, you can't deny the allure of the outfit.

Still hesitant, you linger in the living room, the cool breeze between your legs adding to your unease with each step. Reminding yourself of the goal to surprise San, you muster up the courage to head into the kitchen and start preparing dinner.

"Maybe I should have changed after cooking," you grumble to yourself as you whip up San's favorite dish, blood wine.

Carefully, you slice open your chest with a knife, extracting a few drops of blood and mixing it with a potent liquor from the fridge to create the unique concoction.

"Okay, done.But this lingerie..." You still can't get used to it. Thus, you decide to put on one of San's shirts, which conveniently reaches your thighs. Sitting on the bed, you anxiously wait for San to return.

"I'm back." The sound of the door opening and San's approaching footsteps quicken your heartbeat, the rhythm echoing in your ears.

San, puzzled by his own racing heart, reaches for the light switch as you gather your courage and step out of the shadows.

"Why haven't you turned it on..." His words trail off as you wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head to meet his lips with a soft, sweet kiss.

A smile plays on your lips as you wish him a happy birthday, surprising both him and yourself with your boldness.

"Come, I've prepared your favorites," you say, taking his hand and guiding him to the dining table. The candlelight dances around the room, casting a warm glow that highlights the crystal chandelier above, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow on the walls.

As he follows you, his gaze lingers on your outfit - a simple white shirt that hints at the red lingerie beneath, a tantalizing sight in the flickering candlelight. A sudden warmth spreads through him, and he swallows hard, feeling a stirring in his lower body.

You offer him the wine glass, a mischievous glint in your eye as you reveal the special blend of your blood with his favorite wine. He raises an eyebrow in surprise, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, making him look utterly charming.

Curiously, he takes a sniff of the concoction, the sweet metallic scent filling his senses. Unable to resist, he takes a sip, savoring the perfect blend that glides smoothly over his tongue, leaving a tantalizing mix of wine's aroma and a honey-like sweetness.

"Do you like it?" you ask, a playful smile tugging at your lips. He nods in approval, setting the glass down. You snatch the glass from his grasp, his expression a mix of confusion and intrigue.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you pour the wine over your body, the crimson liquid cascading over your curves and pooling at your feet. The once-white shirt now stained with the vibrant red wine, revealing hints of your skin and alluring pajamas underneath.

You press a finger to his lips, a seductive smile playing on your lips as you raise a thigh and press it between his legs. With narrowed eyes, you whisper, "This is not how you drink wine.”

San pulls you closer, his gaze fixed on your lips as he whispers, "Is it?" Your lips parted eagerly, inviting his kiss.

As your tongues danced in a sweet, sensual rhythm, a trail of saliva lingered between you when you finally broke apart. San's breath grows hot against your skin as he savors the taste of wine and the scent of your arousal.

With a quick flick of his tongue, he traces the contours of your body, his touch igniting a fire within you. Your shirt falls open, revealing the alluring lingerie that accentuates your curves.

San's heart races at the sight of your figure, and he can't resist burying his face in the softness of your breasts.

"I love your lingerie so much," he murmurs, trailing kisses down your chest and exploring every curve with reverence.

His touch sends shivers down your spine, your body responding eagerly to his every caress. As his hands roam lower, he discovers your lack of inhibitions, and his desire surges even more intensely.

"It's open," he confesses, your cheeks flush with embarrassment. A satisfied smile crosses his lips as he delves between your thighs, offering you unbridled pleasure.

His gentle kisses and playful nips elicits a chorus of gasps and moans from you, your body arching in ecstasy. He licks your clit slowly and gently with a steady rhythm. Sucking your sweet juices, he circles your clit with his long fingers.

"San...Ah!" you moan, your words lose in a haze of pleasure as he skillfully guides you to the peak of ecstasy. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your hands tangling in his hair as you lose yourself in the intoxicating pleasure he bestowed upon you.

“You’re so delicious, just like the blood wine.”

He stands tall, pressing his lips against yours once more before gently guiding you to lie down on the dining table. Your body stretches out on the smooth surface, legs entwined with his, hands caressing his face as your mouths danced in a passionate embrace. Breath mingles between you, creating a shared rhythm of desire.

“Please…” “I have to fuck you now.”

With practice ease, your hands find their way to his pants, releasing the confines around his lower body. His touch grazes your garter, causing your bra to shift and accentuating the curves of your breasts. A soft gasp escapes your lips as he nibbles at your chest, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in his wake.

Straightening his body, he positions himself at your core, seeking permission with a silent gaze. A nod from you and he enters, eliciting a gasp of pleasure as you feel him fill the void within you.

“Ah!! So big!!” You throw your head at the back and moan out.

The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, yet perfectly satisfying as he moves with a steady rhythm, each thrust igniting a symphony of pleasure between you.

Moans of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with the sound of skin meeting skin in a symphony of desire. His movements grow more urgent, driving deeper and harder, each thrust a symphony of passion and fulfillment.

Your moans escalate, a chorus of pleasure that echoed through the room, mingling with his own primal sounds of lust.

As the intensity peaks, he flips you over, pressing your chest against the table as he enters you from behind. Each new angle, each shift in position, brings a fresh wave of sensation, hitting your sweet spot with precision and driving you to new heights of pleasure.

“So fucking tight, babe.”

His voice, husky with desire, urged you to open your eyes, to meet his gaze in the midst of ecstasy.

Struggling to comply, your vision blurs with pleasure as his touch roams your body, teasing and tantalizing every inch of your skin. His lips find yours once more, a wet and hungry kiss that leaves you breathless, lost in a whirlwind of sensation.

“Gosh!!Fuck!!” You can’t help but swear.

“Such a dirty mouth.”

His hands move to your breasts, caressing and squeezing, sending shivers of delight through you as he plays with your nipples, each touching a promise of more to come.

“Please…I am gonna…cum”

“No you can’t just hold it.”

He flips you over, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to the sofa. Your position shifts as you straddle him, his back against the sofa.

"Ride me," his voice, a seductive melody that compels you to obey without hesitation. Placing your hands on his shoulders for balance, you begin to move with a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Each bounce sends a shiver of pleasure through you as you feel him deep inside you, his cock pulsing with desire.

As you picked up the pace, the friction between your bodies intensified, the sound of your skin meeting filling the room as both of you moaned in unison.

“Please, san!I can't.”

“Can’t what?”

“Pretty please… let me cum…!”

“Okay, just cum, babe. You did well.”

His primal instincts take over, and he can’t resist sinking his teeth into your chest, a mix of pleasure and pain sending a rush of sensation through you.

“Oh my god!” You reach the peak of ecstasy, climaxing hard on his cock, but he shows no signs of slowing down.

"But I didn't say you could stop," “What…?” You can feel his cock still hard and even become bigger, wondering if it’s an illusion or reality. He pushes forward as a punishment, his tip goes so deep inside as if breaking your limit and causing you a little bit of pain.

“Shit, sannie.”

“Call me this again or I can't hold back.”

Before finishing his words, his fangs found their mark, piercing your skin as a rush of blood flowed between you.

“You know what, darling. Your blood is so sweet, so tasty! I can't get enough of it.”

He savors your essence, pinning you beneath him as he shifts your legs over his shoulders, thrusting with a primal intensity that bordered on inhuman.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!San-Sannnn!!!!!!Slow…..!!!” He ignores your pleas and continues sprinting. The intense love making finally reaches its climax as San releases inside you before you reach your own peak.

Reluctantly pulling away from your lips, he gazes at you with narrowed eyes, withdrawing from within you. Gasping for air, he rests his forehead against yours, feeling the fatigue spread through your bodies.

"Happy birthday, my San," you weakly whispered. He blinks, a silly smile playing on his lips as he pecks yours, teasing, "Are you my birthday present?" "Of course, aren't I? I summoned all my courage to wear this lingerie, not to mention my heart's blood," you replied.

He smiles indulgently, "Thank you, I love you. But can't you wear this lingerie every day?" Wide-eyed, you pat his chest, "Dream on." He pouts, rubbing against your chest in an attempt to coax you.

"Impossible, I won't be able to leave the bed," you turn away, avoiding his wolfish gaze.

"Oh? Admitting I'm skilled?"

"You... you..." at a loss for words, you glance around in a fluster, giving him a soft smack, "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

Pushing his chest, you make a dash for the bathroom. "Where are you going?" He catches up, desires still unfulfilled.

The next day, you struggle to get out of bed, your sore waist making movement difficult.

"Shouldn't have bought that lingerie," you mutter. Despite your words, your body spoke differently as you quietly ordered lingerie online that you knew he would love.

"Why didn't I do this before? Am I foolish?" you chuckle. Looking at the lingerie, erotic thoughts stirred once more.

"Am I becoming addicted?" Blushing, you bury your face in the covers, tossing and turning. Both of your desires remained unfulfilled.

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radicalfeministroots · 3 months ago

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♀ WOMEN’S RIGHTS ARE BASED ON SEX. ♀

Feminism has always been about advocating for women’s rights, and those rights are based on sex, not identity. Women have faced oppression throughout history because of their biology their ability to bear children, their physical vulnerability in a patriarchal system, and the way society has structured power around these realities.

Recognizing this isn’t about excluding anyone; it’s about ensuring that women’s unique struggles are acknowledged and protected. Discussions about sex-based rights aren’t meant to erase anyone else’s experiences, but rather to defend the spaces and policies that women have fought for.

Gender is a complex social construct, but sex is material it shapes how women experience the world. Upholding sex-based protections isn’t about division; it’s about fairness, safety, and honoring the long struggle for women’s liberation.

♀ Feminism must stand for women’s rights, without compromise. ♀

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brittanyearnestauthor · 2 months ago

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Understanding and Effectively Writing About Character Beliefs

Human beliefs are deeply complex and shape the way we understand, interact with, and navigate the world. Beliefs form early in life—often during childhood—when we place full trust in those around us without the ability to distinguish what is objectively right or wrong. Over time, experiences, learning, and self-reflection refine or even completely alter those beliefs, making them a dynamic part of personal growth.

Beliefs influence relationships, careers, well-being, perceptions, decisions, values, and actions. They define how individuals view themselves and others, shaping social dynamics. Not only are beliefs intellectual, but they are also heavily impacted by emotions, making them an integral part of character development in storytelling.

How Beliefs Are Formed

Several aspects contribute to a person’s belief system:

- Cultural background: Traditions, societal norms, and family influence shape core beliefs.

- Religious upbringing: Faith can play a significant role in moral perspectives and life choices.

- Political ideologies: Government systems and social movements influence how individuals perceive fairness, justice, and societal order.

- Personal experiences: Life events—both positive and negative—shape unique perspectives and alter beliefs over time.

Since beliefs are rarely stagnant, they evolve as people grow, adapt, and respond to new circumstances. Some individuals modify or unlearn outdated beliefs as they gain new knowledge, while others double down on their convictions based on social influence or personal reasoning.

How Beliefs Influence Community Engagement

Beliefs guide the type of communities people choose to be part of—most people seek groups that align with their values, fostering stronger connections. Being part of a community that respects personal beliefs helps build trust, while conflict between opposing belief systems can lead to social tension and impact mental well-being.

In writing, these dynamics play an essential role in crafting realistic societies within stories. Whether your characters seek harmony within a group or struggle against societal norms, understanding how beliefs influence their sense of belonging can enhance depth and authenticity.

Types of Beliefs

Beliefs can take various forms depending on their source and level of influence:

- Core Beliefs: Deep-seated assumptions about oneself, others, and the world.

- Experiential Beliefs: Formed through personal experiences and observations.

- Influenced Beliefs: Shaped by social interactions, culture, and authority figures.

- Intuitive Beliefs: Developed from gut feelings or instincts.

- Preference-Based Beliefs: Reflecting personal values and individual choices.

- Religious Beliefs: Centered around faith, spirituality, or the supernatural.

- Political Beliefs: Opinions about governance, leadership, and societal structures.

- Scientific Beliefs: Based on empirical evidence and logical inquiry.

Belief Challenges

Beliefs can serve as a source of conflict, particularly when they clash with progress or differing perspectives. Some challenges include:

- Holding onto outdated beliefs that may hinder growth and development.

- Using beliefs to incite conflict, leading to mental distress, anxiety, or division.

To reduce negative effects, understanding and respecting differing beliefs can encourage coexistence, opening space for dialogue rather than confrontation.

Critical thinking also plays a significant role in evaluating personal and societal beliefs, allowing individuals—and characters in stories—to adapt and grow rather than being bound by rigid perspectives.

Applying Beliefs in Writing

When writing characters, belief systems should mimic real-world complexities to make them relatable, realistic, and engaging. Beliefs shape interactions, influence decision-making, and create tension or motivation within a narrative.

Showcasing a character’s evolving belief system, their struggles with moral dilemmas, or their efforts to reconcile conflicting views can help readers deeply connect with them. Stories that incorporate belief-driven conflicts allow readers to reflect on their own perspectives, making literature more impactful.

By following this guide, you’ll be equipped to weave compelling belief structures into your characters and stories, making them resonate more with audiences.

Conclusion

Developing a character requires attention to many details, and belief systems are among the most important factors that shape a well-rounded protagonist or antagonist. Whether faith-based, philosophical, or experiential, beliefs drive a character’s actions, emotions, and relationships, making them an essential element of storytelling.

As I continue covering different aspects of character development, I hope this post helps you create deep, realistic characters that keep your audience engaged and coming back for more!

Happy writing!

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michanvalentine · 8 months ago

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So, I started my second playthrough as Astarion. Partly because I wanted to try romance with Shadowheart (I'm not sure I would have succeeded with the vampire available at the camp, lol), partly because I wanted to understand Astarion's character even more deeply. Fortunately, having already played the game I'm going significantly faster (and therefore my husband probably won't ask for a divorce). At the moment I don't want to talk about this second experience of mine, but only express some of my reflections regarding the character of Astarion. I certainly won't say anything new, but bear with me, I'm of a certain age and I only finished the game recently! xD

Astarion: It's not fair, darling, I wanted to be the only one holding knives to other people's throats!

Browsing the web I often read that Astarion is evil. I think instead that judging him is all too easy, if we consider his vulnerabilities. And yes, that's exactly what it's about: vulnerability. Because Astarion doesn't have the means to defend himself or approach the world in a way that we would consider healthy. For example, Tav/Durge could easily take advantage of him and Astarion would let him do it, which is uniquely sad (spare me, I only saw it on YouTube, I would never dream of doing something like that to him). As much as he tries to disguise it with his charm and his sharp tongue, Astarion is a victim. At the beginning of the game he still thinks and acts as if he had never left Cazador's pleasure chambers, despite the freedom he has gained. One of the very first things he does is prostitute himself for Tav/Durge's favor, hell! And if they wants, Tav/Durge can act towards him as a surrogate master who decides for him (what he can or cannot eat, whether or not to bite the perverted blood merchant, etc); and, again, Astarion will let them do it, because he is used to it that way. And when things go differently, he is surprised and doesn't know how to react. Astarion knows nothing else. He is literally incapable of anything else. Cazador himself says it, in a truly chilling way. Because it's damn true. And sad. In the mind of the abuser, the one who created and shaped him, it is clear as day: without a figure to refer to, for better or for worse, Astarion does not know what to do with his life. Not anymore. Not after Cazador made him his obedient puppet. For 200 fucking years. In fact, Cazador is certain that without the presence of Tav/Durge (the alternative) Astarion will return home to him. Even if it means sinking into a nightmare again. Or even die. Because Astarion has nothing and no one out there for him. And it's such a real concept that it breaks my heart, because even in real life abusers scorch earth around those who are unfortunate enough to end up in their clutches. So that they can never escape from them.

Astarion: I mean... five minutes ago I was in the kennel... and now I have to save the world without even a bit of therapy?!?! Of cooourse, what fun!!!

Yes, Astarion was once a magistrate. And no, not a corrupt magistrate; there is no evidence of this in the game and as far as I know the old concept for his character has been discarded. On the other hand, I have the clear feeling that he was a rather severe and intransigent magistrate, yes, which may have led him to the tragic night of the attack by the Gur. In any case, the person he once was is dead and buried. Cazador took it. Eradicated in 200 years of torture and replaced with another existence: the vampiric one. And we know well what the rules of vampiric society are: Vellioth passed them on to Cazador and Cazodor to Astarion. So the magistrate (with all his wealth of experience) is no longer a part of him that Astarion can appeal to extricate himself from the complexity of the situations he suddenly finds himself experiencing, free from the control of his master. The boy doesn't even remember what color his eyes were anymore! And that's why he is completely defenseless. And scared. Even the possibility of finally being able to decide causes him deep anxiety.

By defenseless I mean that he does not have the skills (or at least a shred of self-esteem) to manage relationships or situations in an adequate and healthy way, let's be clear. Therefore on many occasions he acts or reacts (and it is how he behaves, let's underline it, not what he is) selfishly or even cruelly. Often just to give himself a tone and not always feel miserable as usual.

So I wonder if someone who has just begun to live again, to rediscover the world and himself, can be called evil. At the end of his quest Astarion himself will declare in front of his tomb that he must figure out who he is and what he wants. So the Astarion we met at the beginning can't be the real Astarion, right? It cannot and must not be the Astarion on which to base an objective judgement. Not to mention that being evil and performing evil acts are two completely different things. Wyll is a good guy, yet he made a deal with a devil, for example. In extreme situations even the kindest and most sensitive person in the world could find themselves carrying out controversial actions. None of us will ever know what we are capable of, for better or for worse, until we find ourselves in similar situations.

If we then consider the context in which the character of Astarion moves, I wonder more about why there is such a stir. In Faerûn killing, threaten or deceiving are the order of the day. For everyone, including heroes. Lady Ailyn is literally a beacon of hope, a demigoddess daughter of a good deity, yet she can be terrifying. The way she punishes the wicked is inhumane, violent. Outraging the body of the downed enemy is not a good deed. It even goes beyond punishing the evil one in question. For us in the real world it is a crime punishable by law. For her it's a personal matter, of course, we know this from her story. So why can't Astarion enjoy violence and blood? He is a vampire, he cannot eradicate certain instincts. And it's great to hear him say it in his own voice, point out the hypocrisy and the double standards: "It turns out no one actually cares about murder, as long as you murder the right people." And after 200 years of impotence, tasting power and enjoying it seems to me at least the least. Of course, it's not a good thing when it comes to bending others to your will. But, as stated, carrying out an evil action (or boasting about it, because Astarion often barks and doesn't bite) does not necessarily mean being evil.

Astarion: I see you there, stumbling. Pathetic. Leave room for the professional, who better than a rogue can move lightly on the thin line between good and evil?

I think that saying Astarion is evil is completely flattening his character. People are not that simple, nor are circumstances or where we come from. At the beginning of the journey he behaves like an asshole, yes, and exceeds in his base instincts which he must learn to control. But he is willing and able to learn and that makes all the difference in the world. Of course this depends on Tav/Durge, on the player himself, the only one who can show him another way. Or not.

I also add another consideration; and I get involved too because I'm human and not a saint. In living everyday life we are much more similar to the character of Astarion than to the classic hero. In small things, of course, we mind our own business, we try to avoid trouble, we compete with others to achieve a goal to the detriment of competitors, we don't risk our lives for complete strangers, at most we call the police; effectively letting someone else deal with it. All this while having a normal life, without having to fight for survival. We lie, we talk badly about someone behind their back, we hurt the people around us. Then maybe we'll apologize... but I'll tell you a secret: Astarion is also capable of doing it! So I wonder if sometimes it's so easy to be so hard on him because in him we see the worst traits of human beings, our worst traits. The ones we reject. Just as Astarion is harsh towards those who share his same fate, because: "I just... I never want to see these little scraps of misery again. The world doesn't need to know my shame."

To top it off, the game and interactions change depending on how the player approaches their adventure. The choices I made in my heroic playthrough probably led me to see a part of Astarion that was decidedly human and not very monstrous. And despite my heroic (and rhetorical, lol) acts, his approval was always pretty high. Let's say I had fun defeating him with my patience, unconditional trust and so much kindness. I will never forget his line at the brothel: "Eugh, dont' be so nice to me! It makes me want to be nice back." Priceless.

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