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Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Eleven // PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Eve’s POV

I was in seventh heaven. The soft blankets cocooned my body in warmth as I lay nestled between my two boyfriends, Noah and Chris. Noah's passionate kiss left me breathless, his tongue exploring my mouth in a dizzying dance. As we pulled away gasping for air, the lights of the city sparkled like stars outside the expansive windows. The fake fireplace bathed the room in a cozy amber glow. Turning to Chris, I saw a flicker of hesitation in his eyes that gave me pause. 

"Chris," I whispered, my voice cracking. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable..." Trailing off, I searched his face nervously. He smiled reassuringly, taking my hand in his. "Don't apologize, baby. This is all for you." His words soothed my worry. We had talked through this, all three of us. Tonight was about trying something new, pushing boundaries in a safe space filled with trust and affection. The familiar smell of Chris's cologne mixed with the lavender scent of the sheets soothed my worries as he pulled me into a gentle kiss.

His lips moved down my cheek over my chin pressing into my neck with an urgent hunger as his hands slowly found the hem of my shirt, rolling it up to expose more of my skin to his devouring mouth. My head tilted back instinctively, a soft moan escaping my parted lips, letting him kiss and nip as much of me as he desired. Chris broke free only long enough to deftly shimmy the shirt up over my shoulders, the cool air pebbling my bare flesh as he tossed the flimsy fabric aside. Noah’s own hands were already reaching around my back, clever fingers hastily unclasping two, then three hooks of my bra before finishing the last and tearing the beige lace garment from my body.

My eyes locked with Noah's, his dark, hooded gaze peering at me through long lashes, filled with lust yet seeking permission. I gave the subtlest of nods, giving him tacit consent to continue undressing me. His hands slid down the curve of my hips torturously slow, fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants and underwear, peeling them down inch by inch. Our bodies shuffled as I found a place in the middle of the soft pillows and blankets on my back propped up by my elbows. Noah followed the move of my pants taking a place at my feet while Chris settled on his knees next to me. When my clothes were gone, Noah took an ankle in each hand gliding my legs open to make room for him, I was utterly exposed, bare before these two men, trembling from the anticipation

Without warning Noah dives in, his tongue gliding through my wet folds. Falling back against the soft pillows, hair flying all over the place, I breathe trying to relax into his familiar touch. Once he finds a rhythm that has me moaning, I open my eyes to find Chris. His hazel eyes are wide as he takes in the erotic scene before him. I can tell this voyeuristic experience is new for him, but a look of realization crosses his face - this likely won't be the last time he observes rather than controls.

Noah's tongue flicks over my clit and I cry out, lost in ecstasy. I hear shuffling and glance over to see Chris leaning back, palming himself through his jeans. My eyelids flutter, seeing him aroused makes me moan again, my tongue darting out to lick my lips in anticipation of tasting him too. Chris smiles knowingly at my silent request. My clit is sucked between Noah’s lips and I buck my hips thighs trying desperately to clamp shut. Chris and Noah each grip one of my thighs prying me open further. 

“No, no, baby. You want it, you'll take it.” Chris's seductive whisper sends shivers down my spine as his warm breath caresses my ear. His tongue gently traces the outer rim before his teeth clamp down in a pleasurable bite on my earlobe. His fingers drag agonizingly up my torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My belly quivers under his feather-light touch, his hand gliding higher until it hovers just below my heaving breasts. I gasp sharply, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, desperate for more contact. At last his hand cups my breast, fingers circling the areola in a delicate caress. My nipple stiffens under his touch, the gentle strokes making me squirm with need. Then suddenly he pinches, a spike of pleasure-pain that makes me arch my back off the bed, a moan escaping my parted lips. My skin is on fire, nerve-endings singing.

"Oh fuck," I whimper breathlessly as Noah's warm mouth envelops me, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My hands instinctively reach for his soft hair in desperation, needing something to anchor me. But before I can tangle my fingers in his hair, Chris intervenes, his strong grip encircling my wrists as he pins them firmly above my head. Our eyes lock intensely and I see within his darkened gaze an almost feral hunger, his full lips parted as he pants heavily above me.

“Let’s make this a little more fun, shall we pumpkin?” he teases with that smile before his free hand circles around my throat. His grip tightens as Chris looks down at me, a devilish smile spreading across his face. I know he would never truly hurt me - I trust him completely - but the lack of oxygen makes my head spin deliciously. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Noah slow his pace, his eyes darting between Chris's hand around my neck and my face, looking for any signs of real distress. But I'm not scared or nervous; I know Chris would never take things too far.

“Listen, pumpkin. You have your fingers free, I want you to snap for me.” I wriggle my fingers snapping them through the hold he has on my wrist. “Good girl. I want you to snap once for us to slow down, twice to stop. Snap once if you understand me,” I wiggle my fingers and snap once to show I understand. The sound seems unnaturally loud in the quiet room. Chris's smile widens, clearly pleased by my obedience. "So good for us," he purrs.

“You like that don’t you?” His gravelly praise washes over me, my hips lifting instinctively at the rumble of Noah's growl between my thighs. The combination of Chris's strong grip on my throat and Noah's talented mouth has me reeling. Just as flashing lights pop behind my squeezed-shut eyelids, the grip recedes allowing sweet oxygen to fill my lungs. Before I can fully catch my breath, Chris’s hand clamps down again in a delicious cycle of euphoric suffocation. Noah withdraws his mouth and breaches me with one thick finger, then two, crooking expertly. My voice remains trapped behind the vice on my throat, mouth frozen open in a silent scream. I meet Chris’s hooded gaze, reading approval and arousal “Yeah, I know you do.”

“Fuck,” Noah groans “Chris keep talking to her.”

Chris’s POV

Watching her writhe in ecstasy beneath us, pinned down by Noah's firm grasp on her thigh while his elbow holds her other leg open wide, she is truly a dream come true. Typically we both crave control, vying to be the star of the show as lead singers tend to do. But in this moment, something has shifted within us. We push aside our own desires, our need to be the main attraction, simply to please her. To an outsider, she may appear to be a victim, writhing helplessly beneath our touches. But the truth is that she holds all the power. Her every gasp and moan controls our actions, spurring us to lavish her body with more pleasure, eager to satisfy her wants. We have become mere instruments of her desire. 

His eyes meet mine over her bare, flushed skin and in them I see reflected my own hunger, my own aching need. Eve lays before us, lost in sensation, her body taut as a bowstring ready to snap. Her toes curl, her teeth pull at her bottom lip, her breath comes in short, sharp gasps - all signs she is about to explode. I lean down, seeking her lips, pushing my tongue past her teeth to swallow her moans. She tastes of wine, of woman, of wanton lust. Her mouth opens for me, accepts me, and I deepen the kiss even as I release my grip on her wrists, just enough that her hands come up to grasp at me blindly, frantically.

She is screaming into my mouth as she tries to crawl up my body, frantically trying to push away from Noah who latched to her like a leach. He lets go panting for air as her thighs close tight, breaking apart from my lips. Hers are red swollen, she swallows hard, desperate to catch her breath. 

Her face fits perfectly in my hands as I grasp her between my tattooed digits, our lips colliding again, lifting her up so easily I move her body up the bed pressing her back to the pillows my legs straddling her as I release her face and my hands rest on either side of her head, my whole body boxing her in. She’s so small next to me like this, like a tiny doll I could break in an instant. 

Eve's nimble fingers fumble clumsily at the waistband of my jeans, desperately trying to locate the button and zipper. But with every frustrated tug and pull, I subtly shifted my hips just out of reach, causing her questing digits to miss their mark time and time again. She lets out a soft whine of frustration as she pulls back slightly, her gaze dropping down to study the infuriating fasteners that were thwarting her efforts.

“Having trouble, pumpkin?” I murmured, my voice thick with amusement and barely restrained desire, cupping her flushed cheeks in my hands and peppering soft, affectionate kisses across her forehead and cheeks.

I sit back on my knees, letting her follow me up to work the button and zipper free of my jeans, the cool air caressing my now exposed skin as the fabric parts. I turn my head slightly to see Noah has already stripped off his clothes, his muscular form on full display next to us. At first, it's a bit awkward, seeing another guy naked so close, but when he crawls over, taking her face tenderly in his hands and devouring her lips with his own, I feel my heart skip a beat ever so slightly. The primal, passionate way their mouths move together, tongues exploring, ignites a spark deep within me.

His grip on her face softens, but he still holds her tenderly as their lips part. Eyes locked, he drinks in the sight of her flushed, rosy cheeks, admiring the way her features are flushed with a delicate, heated glow. Then, a smile slowly spreads across his lips, a mischievous glint in his eye, and he leans in to place a feather-light kiss on the tip of her nose. "I have surprises for you, babe," he murmurs, his voice low and honeyed, even I'm shaking.

Intrigued, I pull away, allowing her to gracefully crawl across the bedspread towards Noah, who is situated beside our bed, a mysterious black box with a vibrant red lid resting next to him. The striking crimson color immediately catches my eye, and I can tell it wasn't the lid's original hue - Noah must have carefully painted it himself, the natural wood grain visible beneath the opaque, glossy acrylic finish he's applied. The unevenness of the brushstrokes and the occasional bleeding of the dark stain from the wooden exterior gives the lid a handmade, personalized quality.

When he tosses the lid aside my eyes go wide, Eve’s voice whispering out my screaming thoughts, “What the fuck?” 

“Noah,” she says, reaching out tentatively to the box filled with sex toys “What is all of this?”

“Damn man, did you buy out the store?” I lean over her shoulder trying to get a better look at the contents myself, neither she nor I reach out to take anything, as I'm not even sure where to start. 

Vibrant red ropes are artfully intertwined in intricate figure-eight patterns, amongst the ropes are an assortment of tantalizing toys - sleek black and deep purple dildos of varying sizes, as well as what appear to be versatile plugs in a range of shapes and dimensions. I can see cuffs and bars.  Are they restraints or spreaders? 

“Where do we start?” Eve asks, looking between both Noah and myself, I turn to the tattooed man next to us and his lips curl into a wicked smile. He pulls out a trio of plugs that seemed to be a matching set, each one a different size all with a crescent shape at the end. He fumbles through the box again before he finds an egg shaped remote. Holding the plugs between his fingers as he makes a fist, he presses the remote and the three plugs start to vibrate in his hand. 

“How about, Chris is in charge of these, we’ll go up in size until he can get this one…,” Noah points to the biggest, “...in”. He leans in to kiss her lips softly pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. “He can fill you up next,” he glances in my direction with a wink. 

My cock twitches hard, I can’t be sure if it’s the way he said it or the idea that I’d do it. Either way, I wasn’t complaining. I reach out, taking the smallest plug from his hands, pointing to the bottle of lube I see in the box and he tosses it to me.

“What do you say pumpkin?” Eve nods her head so eagerly looking up at me like a puppy does when you have a treat. I glance just beyond her and I can see Noah’s dick standing up pulsing and waiting, I try not to stare too long, but the thought of feeling him inside her while I take her from behind starts to scream in my head. 

“On his cock, pumpkin.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and as she frantically crawls over to straddle Noah’s lap I swear I can hear him groan. 

As Eve slides down onto Noah, I quickly reach for the bottle of lube, however, I'm momentarily deterred as I realize Noah has forgotten to remove the stubborn silver seal from the top of the bottle. With a few quick bites, I tear it off with my teeth, spitting the discarded piece aside as I replace the nozzle and begin applying the slick, glistening liquid. Eve is already whimpering and riding Noah with fervent movements, her hands tangled in her hair as her head falls back in ecstasy. Noah's strong hands glide up her torso, cupping and caressing her pert, sensitive breasts. Unable to resist, I lean forward, taking one of Eve's rosy nipples between my lips and gently sucking. The sensation makes her shudder with delight, Noah’s hands still moving around her chest, trying to avoid me to the best of his ability. 

The plug isn’t difficult to work with, the lube being a great help. Its small spade shape fits inside her easily. Noah tosses me the remote and I press the power button, the vibrating has both of them jumping. Noah’s hands gripping Eve’s hips tighter to hold her steady. 

“Fuck, feels so good.” she mewls. 

“I can feel it.” Noah's words come out like a whine, and the sound of it sends a delicious shiver down my spine. I can't help the wicked smile that curls across my lips as I savor the moment. As I watch, slowly stripping away the rest of my clothes, I see the desperation in his eyes, the struggle to maintain some semblance of control. But it's a losing battle - his restraint is crumbling, and Eve has already surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Her mind is lost, consumed by the blissful sensations I'm orchestrating. I drink in the sight of their crumbling composure, my own anticipation building with each passing second.

Making my way to them on my knees I pause just an arms length away, reaching out my fingers to brush the strands of hair from her face, looking at the flush in her cheeks, the sweat on her forehead and her mouth hanging open. She’s beautiful like a work of art I can only see in a museum and appreciate in person. My fingers lace into her hair gripping at the scalp gently pulling almost like I'm trying to make sure she is real. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and before I can think or stop her – not like I would — she’s bending at the waist to take me in her hot wet mouth.

Our bodies are intertwined, limbs entangled and overlapping in a delicate dance. Though Noah and I try our best to avoid direct contact, the electricity between us is palpable, our skin tingling with the slightest brush or graze. I can feel the warmth of his hands as they accidentally, ever-so-gently caress my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. I know it’s all because of the moment, and sometimes I find myself wanting to lean into it for more, but god if I tried to explain this to anyone they’d never fucking understand. 

I felt a subtle vibration on my foot that immediately caught my attention. Glancing down, I realized with a start that Eve’s phone was pinned beneath my foot, the screen lighting up, indicating a new incoming message. Curiosity piqued, I carefully shifted my weight, lifting my foot to reveal the device hidden beneath. Sure enough, the display was illuminated, the name "Rick" clearly visible at the top of the screen. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of mischief as I considered the situation. Casting a furtive glance at Eve, who remained lost in her own private reverie, eyelids fluttered shut, I gingerly picked up the phone and unlocked the screen. 

“Eve’s a little busy,” I watch intently as he reads my coy response, waiting anxiously for his response.

"Is she okay?" he fires back immediately, his worry noticeable even through the digital exchange. I can't help but chuckle to myself, relishing the delicious tension I've created. Without a word, I open the camera on my phone, carefully framing the scene unfolding before me. Eve's soft, luscious lips are wrapped sensuously around my throbbing cock, her eyes fluttering closed in blissful ecstasy. I capture the moment, immortalizing her wanton display of pleasure. Shifting the angle slightly, I snap a few more shots, making sure to keep Noah’s face obscured, though his distinctive tattoo-covered skin is a dead giveaway. The photos are quickly sent off, he’s seen them, and now the conversation is no longer my concern. 

Noah’s POV

My poor baby is sniffling tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. I reach up my thumb covering her cheek as I wipe the tears away. One good push of my hips and she’s back with me, her eyes on mine as I rut my hips into her and she is mewling and whimpering. 

“Such a good slut, aren’t you?” Chris growls, his hand roughly grasping her hair and pulling her head back to look into his eyes. My hands firmly grip her hips guiding her movements to match mine. 

“Would you like to see how much of a slut you are?” Chris turns her phone to her and she whimpers hard, her bottom lip trembling. “Yeah, even Rick thinks so, doesn’t he pumpkin?” 

As she clenches down around me, the sensation is utterly exquisite - a delicious tightness that has me sighing with pure bliss. In that moment, I'm lost to everything except the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through me. Then, a voice cuts through the haze, a tantalizing question that sends a shiver through my frame. “Are you going to finish, sweetheart?” I have my eyes pinned shut and I can’t tell if he’s talking to her or me, at the thought it could be me I shake a little holding back. 

“Mhmm,” Eve mewls as she rides my cock harder, and my back starts to arch off the bed. My hips have a mind of their own gripping her hips with a vice grip till they are pounding into her. 

“Fuck, I love when you make those sounds.” Chris mumbled into her neck, nipping playfully at her skin.“You like when he fucks you?” Chris murmurs to her and she nods her head frantically. 

“I wanna feel it when he fucks you.” I can’t hold back the groan I’ve been holding in the back of my throat. I’m not into guys, but I need it too. I need to feel everything.  I won’t lie there were days in my younger years when girls weren’t enough, I’d been that millennial emo kid who made out with guys because girls at the party thought it was hot. Sometimes I wasn’t sure I was just faking it or if I really enjoyed it. Most of those guys always said I was a good kisser, I wondered what else I might have been good at. Long story short, I can give head either way and no one has complained. 

A soft, gentle pressure is released as Chris carefully pulls the plug from Eve's ass. Her weight falls on me when he pushes gently on her back, bending her over. I tenderly brush the strands of hair from her face, gazing into her flushed, panting expression as she looks back over her shoulder at Chris. He straddles my legs, his strong thighs pressing firmly against my knees, pushing my legs together underneath Eve's trembling form. I'm completely pinned in place, trapped beneath their entangled bodies, and the sensation is utterly electrifying.

Eve clenched tightly around me, whimpering softly, her inner muscles fluttering and pulsing. Chris's soothing voice then washes over us, gently coaxing Eve to relax. "No, no pumpkin. Relax, deep breaths for me," he murmurs, his tone rich with care and reassurance. The pressure builds as Eve obediently follows his instructions, her body gradually unwinding and releasing its tension. I'm completely enveloped, surrounded by their shared heat and the heady scent of their mingled arousal. Every point of contact sets my nerves alight, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. This position, this moment - it's deliciously, deliriously hot. I catch Chris’s eyes as he slides into Eve effortlessly and the smartass bastard shoots me a wink. 

Eve’s POV

Chris sinks into me with a groan, his weight pressing down heavily as I feel a sharp, almost overwhelming sensation of being filled. My hands clasp blindly at Noah's chest, my knuckles nearly turning white as my nails dig involuntarily into his skin. He hisses in response, and I suddenly realize in my haze of sensation that I am inadvertently hurting him. Quickly, I let go, but keep my palms placed flat against the intricate tattoos that adorn his chest, unsure of what to do next. I feel trapped, impaled, as if I am suspended in this moment, unable to move or react. Part of me desperately wants to shift, to find a more comfortable position, but I'm paralyzed by the fear of making the situation feel awkward or causing either of us any pain.

Noah's words are thick with desire as he leans in, his gaze locked on mine, breath hot and ragged. "How do you feel, baby?" he murmurs, wetting his lips in anticipation.

 The sensations coursing through me are almost overwhelming, a delicious pressure building with each roll of my hips. "So full," I moan, the words escaping in a breathless gasp. Noah's hands slide up my body, palms caressing the soft swell of my belly before cupping my breasts, fingers kneading gently. 

"You ready?" he asks, eyes darkening with need. I nod slowly, bracing myself as I begin to move, hips rolling forward and back in a steady, sensual rhythm. The men groan and moan in unison, the sounds of their pleasure mingling together. I can feel them inside me, rubbing against one another, and I can scarcely imagine the intensity of the sensations they must be experiencing. 

As my hips roll, I can feel Chris stretching me out, the initial sharp sting soon releasing into a pleasurable, throbbing pressure that radiates through my core. I try to move faster, desperate to chase that delicious sensation, but it's difficult - I'm sandwiched tightly between the two of them, my movements restricted.

"What is it, pumpkin?" Chris asks, his voice low and dripping with honey. I barely have the presence of mind to respond, my thoughts hazy with lust.

"What do you need, baby?" Noah chimes in, his strong hands gripping my hips as he begins rolling his hips, his thick cock sliding in and out of my clenching hole in a steady, maddening rhythm.

"More," I confess breathlessly, arching my back to take him deeper. "I need more." I barely register Chris's nod of acknowledgment before Noah picks up the pace, his powerful thrusts jostling my body and drawing a needy moan from my lips. Chris slowly works his way in and out, finding a way to match Noah’s movements.

“Is this good, sweetheart?” The sensations washing over me are utterly intoxicating, every touch and caress from Chris and Noah sending tremors of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself surrendering to their skilled attention, my worries and anxieties from earlier in the day melting away as I get lost in the moment. The way Noah's hands grip and release, trying desperately to hold onto me, conveys his overwhelming need and desire. His guttural groan of pure bliss is music to my ears, letting me know just how good this feels for him too.

“Fuck,” Noah groans. “Chris, feels so good.” 

I am only slightly shocked at how needy he sounds, the whole thing turning me making my body clench ready to explode. 

“That’s it baby girl, take it all for us.” Chris encourages tightening his grip on my shoulders. Every inch of my body tingles with arousal, coiling tighter and tighter until I feel like I might burst from the sheer intensity of it all. I've never felt so complete, so utterly fulfilled, as I do right now, reveling in the delicious sensations Chris and Noah are so expertly drawing out of me. This is everything I've been craving, and more.

The overwhelming sensations coursing through my body make it nearly impossible to focus or even comprehend what's happening. I can feel the tension building, the pressure mounting, as my mind and senses become completely overwhelmed. The words spoken around me blend together into a hazy, indistinct blur - I can barely make out the individual voices or distinguish one from another.

“That’s it baby, take it all for us.”

“Fuck she’s so wet.” 

“Fuck, Chris I can’t take much more.”

“Say it, baby. Say you want us to come for you.”

I’m drowning in the intensity of it all, my mind struggling to process the barrage of stimuli. All I can do is give in, let the sensations wash over me as I feel myself teeter on the edge of her breaking point. Before long I’m falling over and everything snaps.

Noah’s POV

As I sit on the balcony, sipping my beer and gazing out at the scene unfolding before me, I feel the unease from earlier. There, in the living room just inside, lies Eve, passed out and tangled in the duvet and pillows of the makeshift bed we had hastily assembled. After a long, eventful night, the passage of time had become irrelevant. Despite managing only a couple hours of rest, Eve and I found ourselves drawn outside to the balcony, her head bobbing between my thighs while I lounged in the chair as the sun barely peaked over the city. The morning heat soon grew oppressive, Eve and Chris jumped naked in the cool waters of my private pool. What ensued was a sensual, almost primal display that I was privileged to witness firsthand - a veritable porno playing out before my very eyes. When he’d finished he unceremoniously tossed Eve from the pool, leaving her kneeling at my feet, soaking wet and flushed with desire. Without hesitation, I pulled her up, positioning her on her knees right at the pool's edge, and took her then and there, the rough concrete scraping my skin as I drove into her. The marks it left were a small price to pay for the sheer ecstasy of that moment, a testament to the wild, uninhibited passions that had consumed us.

The sight of her exhausted yet content form, surrounded by the rumpled bedding, is a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere outside. Meanwhile, Chris sits beside me, sipping his sparkling water, his brow furrowed with concern. In the distance, the wail of an ambulance siren pierces the air. The barking of dogs and the gentle rustling of the palm trees in the wind are the simple sounds I hear all the time, but Chris seems on edge, looking up with each new sound. 

“So, you’re suggesting we just keep her locked up here for the next few days or so. That’s not really helpful.” he argues. We hadn’t discussed it much earlier but somehow another fan had caught a glimpse of me in public with Eve, posting the photo online. Matt and his buddies were quick to find it and warn me. It was one post and was lost to the internet within minutes. Chris hadn’t been aware until I mentioned something to him. He seemed uneasy about the fans' involvement, it made me stop and think if he was feeling the same sense of wanting to protect Eve like I did, or was he worried about his own reputation. Despite us getting to know one another better over these last year or so it was still like treading water around him. 

“I didn’t say all the days,” taking another sip of my beer, my leg starting to bounce up and down with anticipation. “We can easily keep her distracted tomorrow, she’ll need a day of rest. Then whenever she wants to go somewhere we keep a lower profile.” 

“What do we do about going public?” Chris’s question hung in the air and I had to bite my tongue to keep in my sarcasm. 

“What about it?” I said, trying to sound neutral. “Do you really think we can go public like this? Two singers dating the same girl.”

“I have no problem with it, my fans aren’t out for my dick as bad as they are yours.” he had a point. 

“Listen, I don’t really have an issue, but let my guys see what kind of heat this is getting. Maybe we don’t have to do anything, we can just play it by ear.” 

“It’s been nearly two years, Noah. I’m not going anywhere.” His tone of voice didn’t sit well with me like he was implying I would bolt. Maybe he was right, I've been content with the ambiguity up to this point, but the thought that Eve may want a more concrete definition to our relationship was always there. A public announcement would put a label on it. I would feel an unnecessary obligation to be the perfect boyfriend, living up to anxiety only brought on by what other people thought I should be. 

“All I'm saying is, I'd like to officially call her ours.” 

“Ours?”

The air was thick with tension as he gestured towards the three of us, his words laced with a hint of desperation. "You are in this with me, aren't you? You want this?" I had to admit, the level of comfort I was feeling in their presence was intoxicating, yet also deeply unsettling. There was an intimacy, a closeness that had developed, almost without my realizing it. Sometime around lunchtime, Chris had approached Eve with a proposition - he had an apartment that wasn't being used, and he was offering her the chance to move in, with ample space for me to stay as well, if she was interested. When he turned to me, seeking my approval, I could only nod mutely. It was Eve's decision to make, after all. And with that nod, the die was cast - of course, she accepted the offer.

“What’s with this Rick guy?” Chris throws himself back in his chair, exhausted with me, thinking I’m avoiding his question. I’m not. Not deliberately. With Eve moving east and he and this Rick guy already living out east what was left for me? She’d replace me for someone close in a heartbeat. 

“I dunno. Might be something, might be nothing. He’s been flirting with her everytime he sees her, I usually brush it off.” 

“But you still feel the need to send him photos and videos of her being fucked.”

“He gets off on it, and if you haven’t noticed, so does she.” We fall into an uncomfortable tense silence, I can see he’s tense. Fidgeting with the hem of his boxers his other fingers tapping on his can in a rhythmic pattern. I couldn't help but glance over at him, my mind racing with vivid, unbidden thoughts. The image of Eve's lips wrapped around his shaft, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his mouth agape in that telltale "O" shape - it was seared into my brain, no matter how hard I tried to shake it. There was no denying the raw, primal energy that crackled between the three of us.

“I guess we all do, don’t we.” I admit. From the corner of my eye I can see Chris nod. “I’m with you.” I say as I stand from my chair, giving my long body a good stretch before turning to go into the house. “This doesn’t mean I’m your boyfriend.” 

Chris’s face contorts as he laughs, slapping his knee a few times. “You never know,” he said after finally catching his breath, “I could change that.” I shake my head at his teasing making my way inside to slide under the blankets next to Eve

[madamtrashbat]

I was chatting with a friend recently about the ways antis operate and how damaging their ideology is and I wanted to organize my thoughts about it.

It's one thing to be like "I wish minors wouldn't interact with my work because it's got adult content" (which is not something you can 100% control short of paywalling) but it's another thing ENTIRELY to be like "minors should never look at anything sexual ever and people who think it's okay that they do are secret pedophiles."

Teenagers need to have the safe space to explore their sexuality and figure their shit out and sometimes that place is fandom. Sometimes teens are trying to deal with the fantasies they have about their hot history teacher so they consume teacher/student smut in order to work it out. Sometimes they're wondering what gives them their jollies and are just reading whatever they can to wank to, including incest and rape and other "unsavory" things just so they can get it all figured out.

Sometimes awful things have happened to teens and they're using the avenue of art and fiction to take the power back from their rapist and create a narrative they control where they are working through it safely.

And antis would see all of this and want it fucking destroyed.

I was brought up in fandom by a few of the sweetest older women (adult women!) who took me under their wings and showed me that what I was thinking and writing wasn't bad or wrong or shameful and it was all perfectly sane to have these sexual feelings because nothing makes sense when you're a kid and if you want to write Frerard where Gerard is the hot teacher to Frank's catholic schoolboy in order to deal with your feelings about the sexy sub you just got at your school then that's totally fine.

These trusted adults also comforted me when I was afraid, taught me what boundaries were (please do not actually pursue the sub!), told me what were normal interactions and what I should be wary of (do NOT let the sub pursue you), and they were proud of me as I made my way into the world as a reasonably well-adjusted adult.

(Hi, Gaja, can't wait for your Christmas card!)

Sexuality is weird and messy and whatever makes our pants tighter is all individual and equally weird. Telling teenagers to not seek out porn and to not even speak to adults is just a one-way ticket to growing fucked-up people who don't know how to operate without shame and then we have a resurgence in Catholicism and NOBODY needs that.

And the way that antis rally against this, like teenagers are Pure and Sweet Babies who are being corrupted by the Awful Adults Like Me (who are secretly child diddlers obviously) is just. So fucking damaging.

Imagine trying to handle the way your hormones are firing off at everything and you're just not sure what's going on and instead of a kind adult going "hey we were all freaks at 16 and it's totally normal to be like 'this strange thing is turning me on' I promise" you have some sniveling puritan asshole going "YOU ARE ACTUALLY A SEXUAL PREDATOR IF YOU LIKE THESE THINGS AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED AND PUNISHED BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY HARM PEOPLE."

Like. Y'all. I have seen antis claim that people who wrote about/drew rape in order to deal with their own assaults DESERVED IT because they chose to deal with it in this way. I have seen antis tell people they hope they get raped for the fiction they create. They wish death and harm against people who make fiction. Antis literally have a body count over this shit. And yet they want me to believe they're the good guys? Bye.

Antis will argue that it's not normal for people to think about gross and icky things. I argue that Holocaust survivors had sexual fantasies about actual fucking jackboot Nazis.

No one says you have to like everything everyone else does. We have a robust tagging system for a reason. But to behave as if what YOU like is the only thing that is acceptable and everything else is Bad and Wrong is not the business. Kink Tomato exists for a reason. We are all individuals who like different things. Get with it.

Teenagers are in a precarious time of development and if you want to shame them for whatever is going on in their heads then you are the problem, not the solution. Be the kind of adult you needed as a teenager, not some shaming, screaming Puritan trying to pin scarlet A's onto everything because it's sinful. Goody Proctor is just trying to rub one out in peace.

Get with the way fandom has always operated or go away. ACAB means fancop, too.

[cedarnommer]

Hello random people. As a random eastern European, the current situation will likely also complicate things for people in countries like mine. If you're in the US, your priority right now is community. Stick close together and help each other out. Ask for help online if you need it. It's incredibly important that you don't end up isolated like we have been for most of our life.

There's going to be many rights being put under the guillotine and it's important to manage community. I can't stress this enough. Seek organizations, friend groups, directly talking to some people. Do NOT let yourselves be alone.

This is of course going to affect trans people. Likely all of our trans friends, our trans siblings and so on will have to deal with a lot of stuff. Help out. Even if it's just reaching out.

This will also affect lots of other minority groups. The cops are not our friends. And the wealthier folks are definitely not our friends as well. Stick together.

For cis women, things will probably also get worse. I know this site has many TERFs that want nothing but to get rid of us trans folks, but to any of you reading this, please stick together and help each other out too. Even if you completely kill all of us trans people, you're just as much of a target as we are. So for once, just stop focusing so much on hate and focus on staying safe, please.

To other queer folks, the church donors that helped out Trump definitely hate all of us collectively. Make sure that you have safe online and real life communities where you can be yourselves. Don't let anyone take away these spaces from you. While we don't read fanfics, we know that sites like AO3 are very important to you. Protect the spaces that are important to you.

I'm sending hugs.

And I'll try to avoid US news for a while. Sorry, there's so much that my messed up traumatized plural brain has to deal with daily. I just can't handle the stress.

[wofrobloxoutofcontext]

Wings of Fire Roblox Out of Context!

My name is Rae and welcome to my blog!! You can also call me Mistletoe if you'd like as it's the OC of mine people seem to associate with me the most ^^ My pronouns are she/her and I'm a 22 year old butch lesbian who loves Wings of Fire and dragons in general! My in game username is wofrobloxoutofcontxt, though I use the display name of Dot.

My main blog is sunlow though I ask you not to follow if you're a minor as I sometimes reblog adult jokes! You can however check out either of my YouTube channels, mukuross which is for video editing and gaming, and ikustaba which I use for art and specifically Roblox gaming!

I made this a few years back in 2020 during the height of the pandemic when I had just met some new friends via WOF Beta, and we all decided this blog would be a fun idea (: I am the only one running this blog, but I do consider many of my close friends to be strong contributors as many of them are in the images I post!

While this blog was made with Wings of Fire Beta in mind, I also accept submissions for other Wings of Fire games on Roblox! The only exception to this is Wings of Fire Seven Thrones, and if you'd like to know why, please click here! All that being said, I'd like to state some more things about this blog, specifically some rules with submissions and people who follow!

First and foremost this is a safe space for minorities. Racists, ableists, queerphobes (including exclusionists), zionists, TERFS, and anything like that is NOT tolerated at all on this blog and will be blocked on sight.

This blog does not tolerate proshippers. This includes the Dragonets of Destiny with each other, as they're adopted siblings. I'm not going to take any arguments on this, so please don't try to convince me otherwise. I don't go by the term antishipper either, so please don't try to put me into either category. I'm just some normal guy.

I don't take submissions that are sexually explicit in any way, including jokes. Those are against the game's rules anyways and for a good reason. I'm sure there are minors following this blog and as an adult I don't want to share anything of that vein with them as it would be extremely inappropriate. Remember that if someone is being inappropriate in game to not engage and report them to an admin immediately. If you aren't in the Talons of Peace Discord, find a friend or someone else who can send in the report!

I won't be taking any submissions that promote the following media (Titles are spaced out so they don't appear in the following tags. If you have a screen reader and these are unreadable, please let me know and I will message you them in full!): - Viv...ziep...op Media (Ha...zbin Hotel and Hel...luva Boss) - Att...ack on Ti...tan - Har...ry Pot...ter - So...uth Pa...rk

Please credit me if you use any images posted on this blog! I always love seeing redraws of screenshots in game, so make sure to let me know!! In the same vein, if you see a screenshot/video of you posted and you are uncomfortable with this, feel free to send me a comment or message and I will delete it.

Lastly, just be kind! We're here to hang out and have fun, and remember if someone's being mean or trolling you in game, don't interact with them- just block them, report, and move on. None of the posts made on this blog are meant to make fun of the kids who play this game, so please don’t seek any of these players out and harass them.

[anthrubicon]

Masterpost Thing

*please do not send asks seeking support. I use Tumblr to enjoy myself and that just depressed me.*

Welcome! This is the blog in which i'm gonna be making posts about stuff 'n such, including complaining about life or posting the odd sunrise pic or something (but mostly reblogging furry art). This blog is completely sfw, so if i accidentally post/reblog something too spicy here you're legally allowed to kill me. That being said this is still a 15+ blog because there will still be mildly suggestive stuff and other mature topics.

I currently have two side blogs:

@anthrubi-con-artist is where i'll be posting my art (which will be reblogged here anyways so mutuals there's no need to follow there unless you love me forever and ever). The art there is strictly sfw, but can be suggestive.

I'll also post any art that I commission from others there - it's basically an art dump for anything relating to me specifically.

I have an 18+ blog! I don't draw nsfw, but if that ever changes that's where it'll be. But for the moment it's just horny reblogs or just reblogging stuff that shouldn't reach a non-18+ audience. I'm not linking it here because there are minors following this blog, so just send me a dm if you want the link.

I'll use the #rubi rambles tag for general talking into the void, and you can check the art blog for my art. Everything else will just be uncategorised reblogs.

Some more info about me:

Asexual, but still figuring things out.

You can call me Rubi

19y/o, I typically go by he/him but gender is whatever so I don't really care what pronouns you use for me. She/her, they/them, it/its et cetera. Feel free to stick to just one set if you'd rather.

Pianist who loves jazz or anything with good enough chords

Studying electrical and electronic engineering at university

idk i'm boring shoot me ask for literally anything I'm biologically incapable of being offended

Br*tish 😔

It should go without saying, but given the recent state of this website I feel the need to clarify that this is a safe space for trans people, and no hate will be tolerated towards anybody (not just trans people).

[queerfables]

I've gained a few followers recently with some form of "don't interact if you're a proshipper/incest shipper" in their bio. And the thing is, I ship incest. I don't really use the proship label, but my beliefs are pretty aligned with proshippers, on the whole.

To be more specific, I believe fiction and reality don't have a one-to-one direct causational relationship. Of course fiction and reality influence each other, but art's role as a vehicle for social change is a lot more complicated than a few fringe works causing major shifts in the way people think.

I also believe pretty strongly that the "when it comes to protecting children, isn't it better to be safe than sorry?" stance is a really dangerous one. When it comes to protecting children, it's most important to be effective. Won't Someone Think of the Children policies, especially when they're based on disgust and intuition rather than evidence, disproportionately harm minorities and people with less social power - including children!

In my experience, communities that condemn anything risque or deviant in art and police this with the threat of harassment are not safe communities. Even if they're nominally left wing. Harrassment is just too easy to weaponise and too hard to control. There's no presumption of innocence and no path for appeal. People are pressured to join in harassment campaigns they may not fully understand or agree with under threat of becoming the next target if they push back.

Which brings me back to my new followers whose DNI criteria should really exclude me. If this is you, my guess is that you've either followed me without realising where I stand on this, or else your DNI is functioning not as a statement of your actual intended boundaries but as a shibboleth:

"“a culturally specific passcode.” ... A thing that members of the community will use to challenge you on your authenticity, to verify your right to be in that community, with the specific implication that this kind of verification is essential for keeping the community safe."

Look, I'm not here to call anyone out. I know first hand how murky it can feel trying to sort out your beliefs around this kind of thing. But if you feel like you have to include a statement like this somewhere visible on your blog because you'll be considered suspect if you don't, I really encourage you to seek out a community whose acceptance isn't so conditional.

Finally, anyone who does follow me and isn't yet prepared to break with the anti ship movement, please make sure your "following" list is set to private (actually I think this is good practice regardless). You are allowed to follow people you don't fully agree with on every subject, I don't mind if you want to be here, but I would hate for anyone to become a target for harassment over it. Also just on a personal note, I'll be super annoyed if anyone who used to follow me gets "caught" and suddenly feels the need to publicly denounce me. Please don't do that. I'm extending a certain level of trust in who I allow into my online space, and I'm doing it because I believe everyone deserves access to range of perspectives, please be respectful.

[borderlineangeldisorder]

If youre underage and can get help please do As an adult you'll have to make a choice of living your life with your mind breaking or being forced to lose out because you need the help you didnt get as a child Sign yourself in if your adults wont help you It is better then being the adult and unable to get yourself the help that as a minor youre legally able to get If the adults in your life wont let you well hospitals are all mandated reporting if you're afraid to seek it from the legal guardian youve got The problems wont go away if you put them into boxes because one day without warning the tape will peel and the pile of boxes tip over and start to spill out all you kept hidden The bones buried will start to blossom with the flowers of past trauma Beautiful and quiet but holding the bones of trauma past. And getting to a safe space signals that teetering brain to start un repressing all that was lost or forgotten And it can be scary as someone thats happened too and they wont go away so easily once you start to understand exactly whats been hidden Please get the help you dont want because the only way to heal is to work through the blood bones and gore instead of trying to stay floating above it

[cybergirlblues]

this is an nsfw blog. i post and reblog sexual and dark content. if you are under the age of 18, do not interact with my blog or my posts. i will block you. if you don't have your age displayed on your profile (bio or pinned post), i will block you. i am not comfortable interacting with minors online in any capacity.

do not interact if you're a bigot. bigots get blocked on sight. do not interact if you're pro-ana, a fucking terf, a fucking skinhead, or if you're an nsfw blog who lets minors interact with you.

with that said, even if you don't fall into any of the shit listed above, the block button is my best friend. if we don't vibe, no hard feelings! i don't take being blocked personally either. don't come into my inbox asking to be mutuals or for me to unblock you.

please do not spam like my posts (mutuals included). and please do not bring discourse my way, especially if it's something i'm not involved in. if problems arise between us, i am completely open to discussing it one on one.

this blog is my safe space to be delusional as fuck!!!!!!! so don't go sharing my shit on tiktok, twitter, or any other social media. i self-ship and will post frequently about my f/o. musings, ideas, thirsts, anything that your mind ponders is welcome here. however, i don't accept requests.

i will tag any dark content that i write or reblog as thoroughly as possible (example: tw blood, tw blood play). i'll fill the tag limit if i have to, but please utilize tumblr's tag filtering to better ensure your safety and well-being. i also tag spoilers, and i post them a LOT (example: jjk spoilers, jjk leaks). i read manga more than i watch anime, and am currently caught up with and actively seek out leaks for jujutsu kaisen.

i am autistic! please use tone indicators with me. jjk and gojo specifically are hyper-fixations of mine. my special interest is classical mythology, so if you have any questions about any of these things, i would be so thrilled to share :3

2024 cybergirlblues. do not repost or translate my works.

[reflections-of-mobius]

Hello, and welcome to the pinned post! My name's Writer, and I'm the mun of this odd little multimuse.

☢ This blog will contain upsetting content from time to time- please make sure you have the proper tags blocked off just to be safe, but I will always try to leave disturbing content under a readmore and tag it appropriately. ☢

☢ This blog is 18+ only. The content here will range, and I don't feel like making an NSFW sideblog. It will, of course, be tagged for those who don't want to see it- but if you're under eighteen, for the love of sanity, stay away. ☢

☢ If you have a problem with self-inserts, selfships, powerful OCs, or incredibly AU Canons, then leave. ☢

[Rules | Muse Roster | Promo Post | Universes | Relationships]

As for me- I'm Writer, a twenty-three year old nonbinary mate (they/them) who's really just here to have fun, hang with friends, and build worlds. I identify as ficto (a subtype of the aro-ace club, yes I know how to separate fiction and reality, you're not original if you try to ask me that), and I'm a Pisces/INFJ/Metal Snake, for those who would want to inquire. I'm mostly a gamer and an anime fan, so I flip between playing games and watching television... A lot.

I've been diagnosed with Depression and Social/General Anxiety, and my friends tend to think I might have undiagnosed ADHD/BPD, but I have yet to be tested. I get overwhelmed pretty easily, and stress can make me totally shut down and go into hiding to recover. So if ever I suddenly vanish for a few days- it's nothing against you, I'm just recovering.

⚠️ I do not claim ownership of Mephiles the Dark, Dark Gaia, or Sonic the Hedgehog. I claim ownership of my personal spin on each character, as well as the headcanons I've made for all the worlds present here- but not for the base idea of 'Mobius', 'Chaos Emeralds', and things generally seen in the Sonic Franchise. ⚠️

⚠️ While I do claim ownership over Arwen Conch, Cinnamon Curl (and their pet cat Milky), Fin Freja, Node Gate, and Tempest Lock, I was not the one to come up with the designs for Cinnamon Curl and Fin Freja. I adopted the designs from kandaarts (here on Tumblr, Fin) , Blayris6 (on DeviantArt, Milky) and dart22345 (also on Deviantart, Cinnamon), respectively. Arwen Conch's design was made on a whim via this picrew. ⚠️

⚠️ This blog is 18+. If you are under eighteen, leave. I will (at times) roleplay sensitive topics, and smut may come up every here and there (mostly on Sunday/Sinday, if at all). I don't want minors to see that stuff. ⚠️

⚠️ This blog does have a selfship, as well as two self-inserts- and at times will delve into selfships. The OCs are all relatively powerful for their given worlds, and the self-inserts are given power on par with the canons. The canons (namely, Mephiles and Dark Gaia ) have been heavily rebuilt on this blog, and will not function as they would if you just pulled them from their given games. If you came here to interact with a sneaky Mephiles who hates your character, or a Dark Gaia that just wants to see the world burn, you will be disappointed. If you came here seeking target practice from OCs, you will be disappointed. If you came here to escape selfshipping, you will be disappointed. ⚠️

⚠️ Note: when I say 'selfshipping', I mean writing a self-insert and then shipping that SI with the characters in a given series. ⚠️

⚠️ DNI if: Nazi, pedophile, MAP, racist, homophobic, under eighteen, proship, don't 'believe' in mental illnesses, intolerant, hater of selfships, hater of OCs, hater of canon divergence. ⚠️

🔘 This blog runs on a queue system. For the most part, I will space out replies to post once a day unless I have several days off from work in a row. If you don't like a blog run on a queue system, that's on you, not me. 🔘

🔘 Event threads will take precedence over regular threads. I will space out events at my leisure. 🔘

🔘 The Sonic Franchise is my secondary interest. My main is MHA/Toshinori Yagi. 🔘

🔘 I work early morning shifts, so I'm usually asleep by a decent hour and awake before the sun's even up, most days. (EST) 🔘

🔘 My energy ain't always the best.- So please don't bug me for replies. Sometimes I forget, so if it's been over a month, you're welcome to ask me if I spaced on answering your thread (please send me the link to the most recent response you made, if you can!). 🔘

And if you made it this far, let me just say- congratulations! How you read all that and didn't keel over is beyond me.

My personal favorite Sonic games are: Sonic Unleashed, Sonic 06, Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood, and Sonic Riders. I also loved the Sonic X anime, though I was never particularly invested in Chris Thorndyke.

Some credits aside from those I put down for the character designs that I adopted...:

The 'caution' tape dividers that I plan to use on this blog for adult content, dark content, and triggering content were all originally made by cafekitsune (on Tumblr). They're free and public to use, but if you do use them, please do as I did and like, reblog (I threw them all into my queue, but they will reblog bit-by-bit), and credit from the original posts.

Adult Content Tape Source Dark Content Tape Source Triggering Content Tape Source

Hopefully, that's enough rambling. For now.

May your day/night be fun, and may your rest be enjoyable!

And remember- you are amazing, as you are.

[multifandom-brainrot]

Been seeing some shit go down on my Dashboard lately. If you know what I'm talking about, then you're well aware of the actions the offender has made. I'm not going to make a callout post because I don't want to be dragged too far into it, but I will say this: For the love of everything good, stay safe out there, y'all. Please remember that harassment won't fix the issue. Even if the person causing the issues is in a bad place, it's no excuse, and they need to seek a better place to be rather than worsening it for themselves. R-pe is not good. Trauma in general is not good. It shouldn't be glorified. If you see someone glorifying it, get the fuck outta there and block them. To minors: PLEASE stay away from NSFW spaces, at least until you're 18. You're endangering yourself, and depending on where you are, that's most likely illegal anyway. It's sad to see this happen. Protect yourselves.

[gravestonesundertheocean]

Recently saw an uptick in followers so a few reminders

🚫 NO MINORS if you are lying about your age or not putting it in your bio and you're a minor unfollow me. Please don't put yourself in the weird position of interacting with adult accounts who do not want to interact with kids. Please keep yourselves safe online.

🍄 this is a personal blog to vent about my mental illnesses with little to no filter, it's a safe space for me but I know that means it can be triggering for you. Unfollow or block. Do not follow me to trigger episodes. Please don't report my blog.

✨️I do post mild nsfw content, again this blog is my safe space and occasionally I'll express myself through sensuality and sexuality.

💞 lastly anorexia blogs that seek out followers, in my opinion, are a huge red flag. I do not see the appeal in *gaining* followers on an account that discusses eds in depth. Seeking community is one thing, but I highly recommend staying away from blogs that *want* as many followers as they can get and are promoting disordered eating habits. If that's what you're looking for here, you won't find it.

[nikitunez]

𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙕 : FOR INTERACTIONS AND REQUESTS

－ no nsfw content/interactions with me or regarding the members.

－ this is a writing blog, therefore reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated.

－ my inbox and dms are always open for interactions. i love making new friends so please don't be shy and come chat with me if you ever need a way to pass the time!

－ anons are more than welcome if you don't feel comfortable sharing who you are. i don't mind at all! but please keep in mind that the anonymous function is a privilege and is not to be misused to spread unnecessary negativity or hate.

－ i want this blog to be a safe space for everyone so please be respectful when interacting publicly. i am a safe person and am here if anyone ever needs to talk or get something off their chest. know you're not alone in this world and seek out a helping hand if you need one.

－ at the moment requests are open. any requests received when they are closed will not be accepted and will be deleted.

－ i only write for enhypen so please don't send in requests for other groups. this does not mean you cannot talk about other groups. feel free to chat about whoever you want in my inbox/dms ☺️.

－ i usually write requests in the order they are received so please be patient while i cook up your request. i'm in college at the moment and writing takes a good chunk of time out of my day so please be mindful of that.

－ you may request anything from fluff to angst however i will not write suggestive content for jungwon or niki as they are still minors. "suggestive = making someone think of sex or sexual relationships." not the same as kissing/making out under non-sexual contexts.

－ dark themes are a bit iffy so if i believe they are reasonably dark (not super intense or jarring if you catch my drift) i'll see what i can do with them.

－ requests may be as specific or vague as possible. however you may need to convey your thoughts, feel free to do so. but do keep in mind that i will not adhere to subjective physical/racial/cultural attributes unless they are within reason (like being tall/short) because i want everyone to be able to read my works and be able to relate to them in some sense.

－ lastly, i do not write for male readers as i myself am an afab!girl. the only reader inserts i work with are fem! and gn! (afab! doesn't really apply to sfw but that too).

[nasrinrin]

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Nasrin is typing...

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1. This is NOT an RP blog. This is a blog for my streaming work, art, and for me to indulge in my various Fictional Others and Self Inserts. My inserts and streaming persona are NOT for RP outside of close friends. My inserts are ME after all. 2. No Drama. This blog will not be involved in ANY online or private discourse. This is my safe space. If you have any issues with my content, please block or ignore and move on. 3. You're a simp for this character too? SWEET! If we share a comfort character or simp for the same character, I am more than happy to share! I will not gatekeep the characters I care about. They were made for a wide audience, not just for me. 4. Do not repost my art on tumblr or any other platform. My art is not for personal or RP use outside of myself. I am okay with you using my art as PFP's, all I ask is you credit me where you can. Reblogging is encouraged. 5. Please do not seek out a friendship with me. I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I keep to myself as much as I can to keep my anxiety down. I do not wish to make friends with people outside of my current friend groups. But I am flattered you like me that much! I am always looking for mutuals, but please understand I don't talk in DMs very often. •°《♻️- Insert Boundaries + Rules! -🌍》°• 🌱 Fanart of any kind is okay! SFW only! 🌱 No Headcannons or Shipping outside of my ships! 🌱 Please do not kin my Inserts. They are literally just me! 🌱 No Fanfictions! •°《♻️- ABOUT ME + F/O LINKS -🌍》°•

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[rnisa]

Alllll of this.

Anyone (kids included) are going to access things they shouldn't. I can tell you loads of messed up things about me from when I was 12, (a billion years ago.) I was writing smut on FF. net before I even experienced sex for the first time. I was exposed to a lot of NSFW material, initially unwillingly, until I started to seek it out myself out of curiosity. Why? Well...I had no formal education on the subject. Wasn't equipped with any knowledge to protect myself, and I wasn't getting any answers on the topic in school.

Is that fucked up? Well of course. Could the adults in my life have done better? Yeah, but, I don't blame them. The adults in my life didn't grow up with the internet in the way my generation did, so, I really don't fault them for not knowing. I was also stubborn and good with a computer - if I wanted to access something, I would do it. I found ways, always.

I think I make it explicitly clear that my blog is 18+. However, I'm not stupid enough to think that a fifteen year old takes one look at that and goes, "Oh! She says minors DNI. Welp, golly gee, guess I'll go watch My Little Pony!" - no. I explicitly explain that my content, is often, not for them. But?

Realistically, you cannot control who reads your content. Anyone out there needs to accept that people are going to consume your content regardless of whether you want them to or not.

I rambled again but, the point is - you can't prevent people from accessing your content. Fellow adult writers, if kids want to read your content, they will. Instead of trying to control who and who doesn't read your content, focus on what you can control. Like maybe a little blurb about how the content you're expressing is fiction/fantasy/properly add your content warnings, something, to reiterate that your work does not reflect reality.

Obviously! I would rather minors not read my work. Not because I hate kids but

... my blog just isn't for you. I have a warning on my pinned post, as well as content warnings on my NSFW requests. I'm sure, realistically, there are people who read my requests , or even send in anonymous asks who shouldn't. I physically can't stop you, but I beg that you be careful and safe. Equip yourself with the knowledge to avoid getting into unfortunate situations with unfortunate people. Learn to look for the signs of emotional abuse, unhealthy relationships, grooming, etc. There are many resources out there.

Just be safe, please be careful, and be strong.

Sorry if this takes up too much space on your blog. As someone who was impacted by this greatly as a minor, it's important to speak about and it isn't discussed often enough.

Internet Safety

[sweetmiri-thoughts]

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╰┈➤ general things to be aware of before interacting;

° do not interact if you're racist, homo-/transphobic, fatphobic, skinnyphobic, a gatekeeper, a fetishizer, etc, you know the drill.

° do not interact if you're below the age of 18. this is an 18+ space. i don't mind minors reading sfw content but please do not follow/send asks if: you don't have your age in your bio/are a minor.

° all the work published on here or on my main account @sweetmiri is mine. if you see my work elsewhere that's not me and please lmk!

° be nice! this is my blog and safe space.

° do not kinkshame

° do not traumadump; if you need help, please seek out help from those who are licensed to do so.

° i don't care about discourse; please don't bring that here.

° i write when i have time and feel like it: i'm a full time university student, i have a parttime job, and i want to upkeep my social life.