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[rafayelxsylusho]

How do the LADS men fu¢k the jealousy out of you.

Xavier/Rafayel

Already working on Caleb/Zayne/Sylus

TW: SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Xavier 🌟🌟

The training session had been grueling, as all of all of your sessions tended to be. You pushed the new recruits hard, demanding perfection in every drill and exercise. They needed to be in peak form to face the horrors that awaited them out there in the No-Hunt Zones, battling the vicious creatures known as Wanderers.

The training session had wrapped up, and Xavier was wiping sweat from his brow with a towel, his chest heaving slightly from exertion. That's when you noticed the gaggle of giggling girls from his team hovering nearby, all batting their eyelashes at him and whispering to each other.

Typical. You could practically see the hearts floating above their heads as they fawned over their fearless leader. It was always the same - his reputation as the most successful Hunter in Linkon City tended to have that effect on people. Especially the young, impressionable rookie girls fresh out of training.

As you watched the scene unfold, a flicker of annoyance flashed across your face. The way they kept asking question after question, giggling at every word that fell from Xavier's lips, was starting to get on your nerves.

Don't they have anything better to do than hang around him like a pack of lovestruck puppies? you thought to yourself, feeling a twinge of possessiveness. This was hardly the first time you'd witnessed such a display, but it was no less grating.

Shaking your head, you decided to head to the locker room and get cleaned up after the long day of training. As you walked away, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation:

"...did you really kill 70,000 Wanderers all by yourself?" a blonde girl gushed.

"And with a sword, no less! I can't believe you wield it with such skill and precision," another chimed in.

You turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade over your body as you tried to wash away the irritation. But even as you stood there, the image of them hanging off Xavier kept flashing through your mind.

Little did you know, the seeds of jealousy planted by their behavior would only grow more tangled and thorny as the day went on.

As you stepped out of the shower and started dressing you overheard two of the girls from Xavier's team. They were huddled together, whispering and giggling, clearly gossiping about their beloved leader. You froze, not wanting them to know you were within earshot, as they continued their hushed conversation.

"I swear, I've seen him around the headquarters a bunch of times, but he's never mentioned anyone special," the first girl said, her voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and envy. "Maybe he's just too focused on hunting to settle down with anyone."

"I don't know, Sarah. A guy like that? I bet he has girls throwing themselves at him all the time," the second girl, whose name you didn't catch, speculated. "Did you see the way some of the new recruits were fawning over him today? I'm surprised he can even walk with all that ego inflating!"

Just then, the second girl's eyes widened. "Oh my god, what if... what if he's actually gay? That would explain why he's never been spotted with anyone."

Sarah scoffed. "No way. I've seen the way he looks at y/n. Trust me, he's into girls... and I don't think he's the type to hide it if he was seeing someone."

"Well, if he's not taken, then maybe one of us should make a move. I mean, he's just so... captivating. Those piercing blue eyes, that chiseled jaw, that amazing body..." She sighed dreamily.

Her friend nodded eagerly, a similar starstruck look on her face. "I know, right? And he's so brave and skilled too. He's like, the total package."

Sarah giggled conspiratorially. "So what do you say, Lisa? Should we have a little competition to see who can get his attention first? Loser buys the winner dinner at that fancy new restaurant downtown?"

Lisa licked her lips, a determined glint in her eye. "You're on, Sarah. But I warn you - I play to win. That hottie is mine!"

You slam the door of your locker hard enough to make the metal clang and rattle. The room fell silent for a moment before the whispers restarted, more subdued this time.

As you exited the locker room, you couldn't shake the feeling that their stupid gossip had only added to the growing uneasiness you felt about Xavier's apparent single status.

Why hasn't he mentioned me? Does he not want people to know about us? Or is he just so used to women throwing themselves at him that he doesn't think he needs to bother? you wondered, your mind racing with increasingly paranoid thoughts

As you stepped out of the locker room, you were greeted by the sight of Xavier leaning casually against the wall across the hall, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked up as you approached, a warm smile spreading across his handsome face.

"Hey there," he greeted you, pushing off from the wall and falling into step beside you as you made your way out of the Hunters Association headquarters. "I was starting to think you might have snuck out the back way to avoid me." He chuckled, playfully nudging your shoulder with his own.

As you walked together, you couldn't shake the lingering irritation from overhearing the other girls' conversation in the locker room. You knew it was silly to be jealous, but you couldn't help feeling a flare of possessiveness at the thought of anyone else trying to stake a claim on Xavier.

As the two of you walked hand in hand towards your apartment building, you decided to bring up the elephant in the room. Glancing up at Xavier, you asked him about his thoughts on the day's training session with his team.

"How was the training with your team today? How did it go?" you inquired, genuinely interested in his take on the day's events.

Xavier was quiet for a moment, considering his response. "It went well, actually. There were a couple of new girls who really stood out, to be honest. They were strong, quick learners, and seemed to have a real knack for the techniques I was teaching."

"Do you think they have a real shot at making it as Hunters?" you asked, genuinely curious what Xavier thought of their potential.

He was silent for a long moment, considering his next words carefully. "Hard to say. They have the physical capability, but being a successful Hunter takes so much more than just brawn. It requires heart, determination, and a deep commitment to protecting others. We'll see how they hold up under pressure in the long run."

Without really thinking about it, you let go of his hand, feeling the need to put some distance between the two of you.

"I think I'm going to sleep early tonight," you announced abruptly, hoping to cut the conversation short before your jealousy got the better of you. "I'm feeling really tired after today."

Xavier looked down at you, a flicker of concern in his blue eyes as he sensed the sudden shift in your mood. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to gently squeeze your shoulder. "You've been quiet since we left the headquarters. Did something happen that I should know about?"

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "Look, I know today was a long day, but I was thinking... what if we stopped by that little hotpot place on our way home? We could share a meal and unwind a bit before calling it a night. My treat, of course."

Xavier smiled at you, hoping to coax a similar smile out of you in return. "Unless you'd rather just head home and collapse into bed. I completely understand if you're too tired to go out tonight." He kept his tone light and casual, not wanting to pressure you into anything, but secretly hoping you would agree to spend a little more time with him before the night was over.

As the jealous thoughts swirled in your mind, you felt your grip on your temper slipping away. Without really considering the harshness of your words, you blurted out your next sentence, your voice dripping with an unintended bitterness.

"No, but I think Sarah or Lisa would be more than happy to go with you instead," you snapped, immediately regretting the sharpness of your tone. As soon as the words left your lips, you wanted to take them back, but it was too late.

Xavier's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden outburst, and he stopped walking abruptly, forcing you to halt alongside him. He looked down at you, a mix of confusion and hurt flashing across his handsome face as he tried to process your jealous accusation.

"What are you talking about, y/n?" he asked slowly, his brow furrowing with concern. "Sarah and Lisa are on my team, yes, but that doesn't mean I have any intention of asking them out. Why would you even say something like that?"

Xavier stared at you, taken aback by your sudden outburst of jealousy. He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off abruptly.

"Forget it, okay? Just... just forget I said anything," you muttered, feeling your cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. You couldn't believe you had let your jealousy get the best of you like that.

Without waiting for his response, you spun on your heel and stormed off down the sidewalk, leaving Xavier standing there looking bewildered. You knew you were being irrational, but you couldn't seem to control the green-eyed monster raging inside you.

As you neared your apartment building, you hesitated, part of you wanting to go back and apologize to Xavier, and another part of you stubbornly insisting that he should be the one to come after you, to reassure you that you were the only one he wanted.

Maybe I should just go inside and cool off, you thought to yourself, knowing that you were still too worked up to have a rational conversation at the moment. I'll apologize properly later, when I'm not so angry and jealous anymore.

As you fumbled with the key, your hands still shaking slightly from the lingering anger and emotion, you finally managed to unlock the door to your apartment. Stepping inside, you quickly turned to lock the door behind you, wanting nothing more than the solitude and safety of your private sanctuary.

But as your hand reached for the lock, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Your heart leapt into your throat as you spun around, a gasp escaping your lips.

There, standing just a few feet inside the darkened apartment, was none other than Xavier. For a moment, you simply stared at him in shock, your eyes wide and your heart pounding in your chest. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, not the least of which was a fierce mix of relief and guilt.

Before you could even formulate an apology, Xavier began walking towards you with a determined stride. His blue eyes flashed with a mix of emotions - hurt, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite place. He stopped just a breath away from you, his tall frame looming over your own.

"Is that what you're going to do, y/n?" he asked, his voice low and intense. "You're going to act like a brat and accuse me of being interested in other girls, only to run off and try to slam the door in my face?"

Xavier shook his head slowly, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "I thought we were past this kind of jealousy and insecurity. I've never given you any reason to doubt me or question where my loyalties lie."

Xavier's grip tightened in your hair as he pulled you flush against his firm chest, his other hand coming up to grip your hip possessively. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his intense, smoldering gaze.

"Do you need a reminder of what you mean to me?" he growled, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire.

His lips crashed against yours in a searing, dominating kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. He kissed you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you thoroughly, leaving no doubt as to his intentions.

When he finally pulled back, you were both left panting and flushed, your bodies pressed so tightly together that you could feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat against your own.

"Only a fool would ever look at anyone else when they have you," Xavier rasped, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip. "You're all I see, y/n. You're all I want."

He stepped even closer, if that was possible, until you were pinned helplessly between his hard, muscular body and the wall behind you.

"I had other plans for tonight," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. "Like holding you close, feeding you a nice dinner, and then slowly, gently making love to you all night long until we both collapsed from exhaustion."

Xavier's hand slid from your hip to grip your ass, squeezing the supple flesh possessively as he ground his hardening cock against your belly. "But it seems like you need a different kind of reminder first."

His other hand released your hair to grip your jaw, tilting your head to the side to expose the column of your throat. "So I'm going to fuck the jealousy out of you," he growled, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and so thoroughly that the only thought in your pretty little head will be my name."

Xavier's lips latched onto your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin as his hands roamed greedily over your curves. "And then, once I've erased every trace of doubt from your mind, I'm going to fuck you all over again, until you're drowning in pleasure and completely overwhelmed by the knowledge that I belong to you."

He nipped sharply at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Does that sound good, baby? Or do you need more convincing?" Xavier purred, his voice a sinful promise of all the deliciously wicked things he intended to do to your willing body.

Xavier silenced your attempted apology with another searing kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth and leaving you breathless. When he finally pulled back, his eyes flashed with a dark, hungry intensity.

"Apology not accepted," he growled, his voice rough with desire and a hint of anger. "You wanted to be a brat, so now you're going to be treated like one."

His hands made quick work of your clothes, practically tearing them from your body in his haste to bare your flesh to his greedy gaze. Buttons popped and fabric ripped, the sound of destruction filling the air as Xavier laid waste to your wardrobe.

In a matter of moments, you stood before him, naked and vulnerable, your skin flushed and tingling from his rough touches. Xavier drank in the sight of you, his eyes burning with a fierce, possessive hunger.

"Look at you," he rasped, his large hands skimming over your curves. "Feel how hard you make me, baby?" Xavier panted against your lips, his hips rolling in a slow, filthy grind. "You're going to take care of that later, with your cunt. But first..."

His fingers plunged deep inside your fluttering channel, pumping in and out of your tight heat with a punishing rhythm.

Xavier paused, his fingers still buried deep inside your clenching heat as he gazed at you with an intense, searching look. His brow furrowed as he studied your flushed and panting face, his thumb circling your clit with maddeningly light touches.

"Tell me what got you so jealous baby," he demanded, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. "I want to hear you say it out loud. I want to know exactly what made you doubt me, doubt us, like this."

His other hand slid up your side, cupping the soft swell of your breast, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging at the sensitive peak until it stiffened into a hard, aching point.

“Ngh-Xav—” The whimpers just won’t stop spilling from your lips, his gaze drilling into your eyes and falling straight to your drenching cunt. “I- fuck-”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice a dark, commanding rumble.

"Talk to me like a big girl, y/n," he growled, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Use your words, baby. 

His fingers pumped faster inside your dripping cunt, his palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. The obscene sound of your arousal filled the room as Xavier fingered you hard and fast, determined to wring an answer from your lips.

"Sarah and Lisa they were saying.....ah fuckkk!" You try to tell him about what you heard but his fingers are still deep inside you hitting the perfect spot.

"Sarah and Lisa?" he repeated, a sharp edge to his voice. "You're jealous because of them? Because of my teammates?"

He withdrew his fingers from your clenching heat abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could protest, he spun you around and bent you over the arm of the couch, your bare ass and dripping pussy on full display.

Xavier delivered a sharp smack to your ass, the sound echoing through the room. "Let me make one thing crystal fucking clear," he snarled, rubbing the reddening flesh. "I. Am. Not. Interested. In. Them."

Another smack landed on your other cheek, harder than the first. "The only reason they were even talking to me was because we were discussing strategy and team dynamics. Nothing more, nothing less."

He gripped your hips punishingly, yanking you back against the thick ridge of his cock. "You're the only one I want, y/n. The only one I crave. The only one I fucking love." To punctuate his words, Xavier thrust his hips forward, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked folds.

Xavier knelt down behind you, his strong hands gripping your thighs and pushing your legs apart. He forced your knees to bend, opening you wide and exposing your glistening, needy sex to his hungry gaze.

"Keep these legs spread for me, baby," he commanded, his voice low and rough with desire."I want to see this pretty pussy as I eat it."

With that, he leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit, savoring your tangy essence with a low moan. He licked and suckled at your folds, his skilled mouth reducing you to a writhing, mewling mess in record time.

He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the swollen bud with expert precision. Two fingers plunged deep into your clenching channel, pumping in and out of your soaked heat.

"Mmm, sweet girl making such a mess" Xavier purred, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh.

He spat directly onto your dripping, glistening folds, watching as fresh waves of your arousal gushed out to coat his chin and drip down onto the couch below. Without hesitation, he leaned in and began to lap at the slickness, sucking and slurping up every drop of your essence.

"Your taste is intoxicating," he groaned, his tongue delving deeper to plunder your fluttering channel. "I could spend hours feasting on this pretty pussy and never get enough."

Xavier's hands slid higher, gripping the globes of your ass and kneading the pliant flesh. He spread you wider, opening you fully to his relentless onslaught as he ate you like a man possessed.

"Please, don't stop," you whimper, your hips bucking needily against his face as you desperately seek more of that blissful friction.

Xavier pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal as he fixed you with a stern, disapproving glare. He released your thighs, allowing them to close with a soft, intimate sound, then you feel him gripping your hips and pulling you to straddle his lap.

"No," he said firmly, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Good girls get everything they want. Brats like you don't get to cum when they need it."

He punctuated his words with a sharp smack to your ass, the stinging pain sending a jolt through your body. Xavier rubbed the reddening flesh soothingly.

"Since you seem determined to act like a spoiled brat, I think it's only fitting that you be treated as one," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. "You can sit here and squirm on my lap, feeling my hard cock through my pants, until I decide you've learned your lesson."

Xavier's other hand slid up your spine, wrapping around the nape of your neck. He tilted your head to the side, exposing the slender column of your throat to his hungry mouth. He licked and nipped at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point.

He rocked his hips upwards, grinding his rigid length against your aching, empty sex. The thin fabric of his pants created a maddening barrier between you, allowing you to feel the shape and size of him but denying you the sweet friction you craved.

"Be a good brat and sit still," Xavier ordered, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "We have all night long for me to teach you the consequences of jealousy and insecurity."

Xavier's fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his thick, hard cock from his pants. The moment his length sprang out, he gripped your hips and lifted you slightly, allowing his shaft to slap against your dripping, swollen clit a couple times in quick succession.

"Feel that, baby?" he whispered, his voice rough and heavy with desire. "Feel how hard you make me? How much I want you?"

He pinched your nipple hard, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers as he continued his torturous teasing. Each pass of his cockhead over your aching clit sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, stoking the fire in your core.

His cockhead pushing against your entrance before sliding back up to bump against your clit. He set a maddeningly slow, teasing rhythm, denying you the deep penetration you desperately craved.

"Please..." you whimpered, your body writhing in his lap as you tried to chase more of that glorious friction. "Please, Xavier...I need...I need..."

"Need what, sweetgirl?" he purred, a wicked glint in his eye as he watched you squirm. "Tell me what you need. Use your words, brat."

His hand slid from your breast to your thigh, gripping it tightly as he spread your leg further to the side. This new position allowed him to grind the thick ridge of his cock directly against your dripping slit, the head catching on your entrance with each torturous thrust.

"Tell me how badly you want it," Xavier growled, his voice a dark, sinful rumble. "Tell me what it would feel like to have my big, hard cock stretching out your tight little cunt. Filling you up so deep and so fucking full..."

He punctuated his words with a sharp, sudden thrust, his cockhead popping inside your entrance before quickly pulling back out. The brief, fleeting sensation of fullness only served to heighten your desperate arousal and frustration.

Xavier's eyes darkened with lust as he watched your eyes flutter shut, your head lolling back in ecstasy with each maddeningly slow thrust. The needy, desperate sounds spilling from your lips only fueled his own desire, his cock throbbing and leaking against your soaked folds.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his voice a low, wicked rumble. "Let me hear how much you want it. Let me hear how badly you need my cock."

He gripped your thighs tighter, spreading your legs wider as he ground his hips against yours with ruthless precision. Each pass of his cockhead over your aching clit sent electric shocks of pleasure zipping up your spine, your back arching as you chased the sensation.

"Please, Xavier..." you whimpered, your voice breaking on a desperate moan. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so badly. I need you to fill me up and fuck me hard and don't stop until I'm screaming your name..."

"Since you asked so nicely, baby..." he growled against your lips, his voice rough and heavy with desire. "I suppose I can give you what you need."

Xavier gripped your hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he lifted you up with a grunt of effort. He positioned your dripping, aching sex directly over his throbbing, engorged cock, the swollen head nudging against your entrance with a teasing promise of the pleasure to come.

With that, he surged upwards, driving his thick, pulsing shaft deep into your tight, clenching heat. Your body stretched deliciously around his girth as he hilts inside you, his heavy balls coming to rest against your ass with a lewd slap.

"FUCK!" you both screamed in unison as your bodies joined, your voices echoing off the walls.

Xavier gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided your movements. "That's it, baby. Ride me just like that," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Use these sexy legs and fuck yourself on my cock until you make yourself cum."

He leaned forward, capturing your nipple between his teeth. He bit down just hard enough to make you gasp, sending a jolt of pained pleasure straight to your core. At the same time, one of his hands slid around to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks and tilting your hips to take him even deeper.

"That's it. Fuck...I can feel you getting closer," he groaned, his hot breath washing over your breast. "Your cunt is squeezing me so fucking tight."

Xavier's grip tightened on your hips as he watched your core slide up and down his shaft, your velvet walls clenching and fluttering around him with each upward glide. The exquisite sensation of your silken heat gripping his cock so tightly sent a surge of primal lust crashing through his veins, his balls drawing up tight against his body as his own release approached.

"That's it, baby. Fuck...keep squeezing my cock just like that," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble. 

The words “C-cumming-” are barely starting words out of your mouth before it crashes into you headfirst. You arch your spine into the perfect semi-circle as your orgasm crashed over you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your fingers clawing at his skin as you clung to him for dear life, your cries of ecstasy filling the room.

"Fuck....fuck..fu...!" Xavier roared, his voice echoing off the walls as your velvet walls clamped down on his cock like a vice. The sensation of your cunt spasming and fluttering around his shaft pushed him over the edge, his own release slamming into him.

He slammed his hips upwards one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside your quivering heat as his cock jerked and pulsed. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, coating your walls with his seed as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan.

Xavier's body shuddered and jerked as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense climax, holding your trembling form tightly against his chest. He peppered your neck and shoulder with soft kisses, his hands roaming over your curves possessively as he slowly came down from the high of his release.

Xavier tangled his fingers in your hair, gripping the silky strands gently as he tilted your head back to look up at him. His blue eyes searched yours intensely, the emotion and sincerity in their depths making your heart flutter in your chest.

He brushed a tender kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin for a long moment. "I meant what I said before. I love you more than anything in this world or any other. You're my everything, my reason for living."

"Believe me, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, fervent whisper. "No one can ever take your place in my heart. It belongs to you, completely and utterly, now and forever."

Rafayel 🐡

Rafayel was already awake, his mind too restless to sleep any longer. He sat on the balcony of the resort hotel, watching the sun begin to peek over the horizon. The desert landscape seemed to glow in the early morning light, the sand dunes casting long shadows across the barren expanse.

He heard the sound of your footsteps approaching and turned to see you emerge from the bedroom, your hair still tousled with sleep. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he took in your appearance, remembering the feel of your body pressed against his as you slept.

Rising from the balcony chair, he crossed the distance between you and took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. His eyes met yours, a flicker of mischief dancing in their purple-pink depths.

"Good morning, my love," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. "I have to run some errands at the art gallery today. Would you come with me? I promise it won't take long."

He knew he was being selfish, asking you to accompany him. But the thought of spending even a moment away from you was unbearable, especially in a place like this that felt so foreign and oppressive to him. He needed your presence, your calming influence, to ground him.

"Fine, but you have to invite me some dinner after" you say rubbing the sleep off your eyes.

Rafayel leaned back and laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and gratitude. "Dinner it is," he agreed, his voice warm with a newfound lightness. "I know a little place not far from here, a local gem hidden away in the back alleys of the city. They serve the most divine seafood, as fresh as if it was caught that very day."

An hour later, you emerged from the bedroom dressed for the day ahead. Rafayel had already finished getting ready, looking devastatingly handsome in a crisp linen shirt the color of a summer sky and tailored trousers that hugged his lean frame. He leaned against the wall opposite the bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest and a playful smirk on his lips as he watched you approach.

"Well, don't you look good enough to eat," he purred, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between you in a few quick strides. His hands came up to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him as he dipped his head down to steal a heated kiss. He lingered for a long moment, savoring the taste of your lips and the feeling of your body pressed against his.

As you ate breakfast, Rafayel couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He watched as you bit into a piece of fruit, your lips parting and your tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of juice. He felt a surge of desire rush through him, his body responding to the simple, intimate gesture with a fervor that surprised even him.

He reached across the table and took your hand in his own, squeezing your fingers gently as he leaned in closer to you. "I'm so glad you agreed to come with me today," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "I don't think I could have faced that place alone."

As you guys arrived at the gallery, a sense of unease began to creep over Rafayel. He had been looking forward to seeing Thomas and discuss some important business matters they had to attend to. However, as you stepped inside the cool, air-conditioned space, Rafayel's brow furrowed in confusion.

As you turned a corner, Rafayel spotted a note taped to the wall, the paper fluttering slightly in the breeze from the AC vent. He released your hand and stepped forward, plucking the note from the wall and unfolding it with a sense of growing trepidation.

The note was from Thomas, the handwriting hurried and slightly illegible.

Thomas wrote that something urgent had come up, a family emergency that required his immediate attention. He apologized for not being there and promised to make it up to Rafayel soon. However, he also mentioned that there was a package waiting for Rafayel in his office, something important that he needed to deal with right away.

"Well, I suppose you'll just have to play the role of my assistant for the day," he murmured " And i can't leave without my important...package"

" I wouldn't call myself a package"

Rafayel's head snapped towards the source of the voice, his body tensing up as he recognized the redhead girl emerging from the office. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something like irritation and unease flashing across his face before it settled into a blank, guarded expression.

Releasing you from his embrace, Rafayel took a step back, putting a bit of distance between your bodies. He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as he regarded the girl warily.

It was clear he knew her, though from the look on his face, not particularly well or fondly. There was a history there, something unspoken that hung heavy in the air between them. Rafayel's posture was defensive, his body language radiating a subtle warning.

The girl smirked, her green eyes glinting with a smug satisfaction as she took in the scene before her - Rafayel's guarded stance, your confusion, the charged atmosphere. She was enjoying the clear discomfort radiating off of Rafayel, reveling in catching him off guard.

"Rafayel," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I've been waiting for you. I do hope I won't be kept waiting much longer"

Rafayel's jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he met her gaze head on. "Celine," he acknowledged coolly, his voice tight. "I apologize for the delay. I had some...unexpected business to attend to first."

He glanced back at you, a silent apology and promise in his eyes before turning his attention back to Celine. "What brings you here? I thought we had an arrangement..."

Celine's lips curled into a sharp, wicked smile at Rafayel's words, a glint of triumph in her green eyes. She took a step closer to him, invading his personal space as she gazed up at him with a challenging smirk.

"Oh, I remember our arrangement perfectly, darling, but I'm afraid things have...changed. I need to discuss some new terms with you. In private"

She jerked her head towards the office, a clear gesture for him to follow her. There was a commanding edge to her voice, a tone that brooked no argument or refusal.

Rafayel's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides as he glared down at Celine. It was clear he was not pleased with this development, the interruption to his plans and the demand for a private audience. He glanced back at you, a flicker of apology and frustration in his eyes.

"I apologize, cutie," he said softly, his voice tight. "I won't be long. Wait for me here? "

He didn't wait for your response before turning on his heel and striding towards the office, Celine falling into step beside him. As they disappeared through the door, Rafayel cast one last lingering look your way, a silent promise that he would explain everything once he was free of this unexpected obligation.

Left alone in the gallery, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. Who was this woman, and what hold did she have over Rafayel? And more importantly, what secrets were they hiding from you?

An hour had passed since Rafayel had disappeared into the office with Celine, each minute feeling like an eternity as you waited anxiously in the gallery. The once vibrant space now felt cold and sterile, the art on the walls losing their luster as worry gnawed at you.

Unable to bear the suspense any longer, you made your way towards the office, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached the closed door. You raised your hand, knuckles poised to rap against the wood, when you heard the muffled sound of raised voices from within.

Rafayel's voice, low and angry, cut through the silence. "I can't believe you're doing this, Celine. I thought we had an understanding."

Celine's voice, sharp and mocking, followed. "Circumstances change, darling. And you're hardly in a position to refuse me anything."

You froze, your hand hovering inches from the door as you strained to hear more. But the voices fell silent, a tense, heavy quiet descending upon the office.

With a deep breath, you knocked firmly on the door, your nerves on edge. "Rafayel? It's me. I'm going to step out for a bit, maybe do some shopping. I'll call you when I'm done, alright?"

As you approached the office door, ready to knock once more, Celine emerged from within. She stepped out, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she paused, looking you up and down with a critical, almost disdainful eye.

Celine's gaze lingered on you for a long moment, a smirk playing at the corners of her painted lips. She lifted a hand, pretending to wipe at the corner of her mouth with a dainty finger, a mocking gesture that sent a chill down your spine.

She tsked softly, shaking her head as she stepped closer to you. There was a wicked glint in her green eyes, a cruel amusement that made your skin crawl.

"Look who it is. Rafayel's little pet, come to check on her master?"

Celine circled you like a shark, her heels clicking an ominous rhythm on the floor. She leaned in closer, her perfume washing over you, the scent cloying and overwhelming.

"I must say, darling, she purred, her breath hot against your ear. You don't look like you have what it takes to keep a man like Rafayel satisfied. I do hope you're not feeling...inadequate?"

She threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the gallery. The cruelty in her eyes was unmistakable, the malice behind her words impossible to ignore.

Celine smirked at your stunned silence, your obvious discomfort clearly amusing her. She took a step back, smoothing down her tailored suit jacket with a self-satisfied air.

"Well, this has been...enlightening," she commented, a mocking lilt to her voice. She glanced down at her manicured nails, picking at a nonexistent speck of lint.

"But I must go and clean myself up. All this...business can be so messy, don't you think?"

With a final, cruel smile thrown your way, Celine turned on her heel and sauntered off, disappearing down the hallway towards the restrooms, leaving you standing there, your mind reeling.

With a sense of trepidation and growing unease, you pushed open the office door, the hinges creaking softly as it swung inward. As you stepped inside, your gaze fell upon Rafayel, seated behind the large mahogany desk that dominated the room.

He looked up as you entered, his purple-pink eyes meeting yours. There was a weariness in his expression, a tension in his shoulders that spoke of the difficult conversation he had just endured. The room was filled with a heavy, charged silence, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words and secrets.

"Don't let her get to you. Celine is...a complicated part of my past. But you don't need to worry about her.

"Is she now?" You ask, " well since she thinks I'm not good enough to keep you satisfied I think I know what kind of relationship you had"

Rafayel's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt at your accusation. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the desk as he fixed you with an intense, almost accusing stare. The air between you crackled with tension, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the space.

He was silent for a long moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he seemed to struggle with how to respond. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and tight, tinged with a bitterness you had never heard before.

"You think you know, but you have no idea," he bit out, his words sharp and cutting. "Celine and I...we had a business arrangement. Nothing more.

He paused, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge your reaction. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a raw honesty that made your heart ache.

Rafayel leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he studied your jealous expression. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and something else, something darker and more intense.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice even as his gaze remained serious. "you think I can't see it written all over your face, my love?"

He stood slowly, rising to his feet and rounding the desk until he stood before you. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your lower lip as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.

As you turned to leave, unable to bear the tension and uncertainty any longer, Rafayel's hand shot out and caught your wrist in a firm grip. He pulled you back towards him, his eyes flashing with a sudden intensity.

"Where do you think you're going, cutie?" he asked, a dangerous edge to his voice. Before you could respond, he had already crossed the room and closed the office door with a sharp click.

"I don't think I'm done with you just yet. We need to talk about this little...outburst of jealousy"

He stepped closer, backing you up until your back hit the door. His hands came up to grip your hips, pulling your body flush against his as he gazed down at you with a mix of amusement and something else, something darker and more primal.

"Tell me, y/n", he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you really think so little of me? Of us? I thought you knew me better than that... But it seems I was wrong."

Rafayel's hands slid down to grip the backs of your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lifted you effortlessly. He carried you towards the desk, sweeping aside the clutter of papers and art supplies before setting you down on the polished wood surface.

He stepped between your parted legs, his hands coming to rest on your knees as he leaned in close, his face mere inches from yours. The desk creaked softly beneath your combined weight, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the office.

His hands slid slowly up your thighs, his thumbs tracing teasing circles on the sensitive skin just below the hem of your skirt. He was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the pulse jumping in his throat as he stared you down.

"I won't have you doubting me, doubting us", he said softly, but there was a steely undercurrent to his words. "Now, pretty...what makes you think you know the true nature of my relationship with Celine? What makes you think you know anything at all about the man you claim to love?"

As you began to stammer out an explanation, Rafayel silenced you by suddenly reaching between your thighs. His fingers deftly pushed your skirt up and out of the way, and in one sharp, aggressive motion, he ripped your panties clean off, the flimsy fabric tearing like tissue paper in his grasp.

You gasped, your body jolting at the sudden, intimate contact and the brutal destruction of your undergarment. Rafayel's eyes flashed with a wild, almost feral light as he watched your reaction, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Shhhhh", he hushed you, his fingers already delving beneath the tattered remains of your panties to stroke along your most sensitive flesh. "No more words out of your pretty mouth, my love. No more words at all."

He pushed your thighs further apart, making room for himself as he stepped even closer, the hard, muscular length of his body pressing against yours. His hand cupped your sex possessively, his thumb finding your clit and circling the tender bud with a maddening, teasing pressure.

Rafayel's hands gripped your ankles, pushing your feet up and outwards until your knees bent and your legs fell open, fully exposing you to his hungry gaze. Your skirt, now bunched up around your waist, left you bare and vulnerable, the tattered remnants of your ruined panties dangling off one ankle.

He drank in the sight of your naked, glistening sex, his eyes darkening with lust and a possessive intensity that made your heart race. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down, his breath hot and heavy against your most intimate flesh.

He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, his tongue circling the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth with a low, approving groan.

"You taste like heaven" he murmured against your flesh, his words muffled and distorted by his greedy mouthing at your sex.

" Raf.....the door isn't locked" you warn him.

Rafayel paused briefly in his ministrations, glancing up at you with a wicked, almost defiant grin. He seemed not at all concerned by the possibility of being caught in such a compromising position.

"Let them come," he challenged, a reckless edge to his voice. "Let the whole fucking world see me claiming what's mine. I don't care anymore."

With that, he dove back in, his mouth latching onto your sex with a hunger that bordered on feral. His tongue pushed inside you, thrusting deep and hard, fucking you with a intensity that stole your breath.

One hand released your hip to slide up your body, pushing your shirt out of the way to expose your breasts. He palmed the soft mounds, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he rolled and plucked at your nipples.

Rafayel lifted his head, his lips glistening with your essence as he stared up at you with a wicked, challenging grin. He seemed to relish the idea of being caught in such a compromising position, of giving the world a peek into the dark, passionate side of his nature.

"The walls are thin here", he murmured, his voice low and rough with lust. "So it's up to you cutie, Do we keep your sweet cries of pleasure to ourselves...or do we let everyone outside hear just how much you love being fucked by me?"

As Rafayel's fingers pinched and rolled your nipple almost painfully, and his teeth clamped down hard on your sensitive clit, you could no longer hold back the tide of pleasure that crashed over you. A loud, wanton scream tore from your throat, echoing off the thin walls of the office and no doubt carrying out into the hallway beyond.

"Fuck, yes!" Rafayel growled in approval as he felt your body convulse beneath him, your juices flooding his mouth and chin. He lapped at you greedily, his tongue delving deep to catch every drop of your essence as he pushed you ruthlessly through your intense climax.

In a sudden, aggressive motion, Rafayel flipped you over onto your stomach on the desk. He pressed your chest down against the cool, smooth wood, the air forcing out of your lungs in a rush. Before you could catch your breath, he had already gripped your hips and tugged them back, bending you at the waist and exposing your bare, dripping sex to his hungry gaze.

"Fuck, look at this ass", he growled, his hands kneading and squeezing the round globes roughly. "Such a perfect, fuckable ass. It's a crime to keep it hidden away"

He punctuated his words by delivering a sharp smack to one cheek, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. The sting quickly gave way to a warm, tingling pleasure that spread through your nerves, making you clench and tighten around nothing.

With that, he gripped the base of his thick, hard cock and rubbed the leaking tip teasingly along your slit. He coated himself in your juices, mixing them with the bead of precum that oozed from his slit. Then, with one hard, ruthless thrust, he buried himself inside your tight, clutching heat.

"Fuck, so fucking tight," he grunted, his hips flush against your ass as he savored the feel of your walls gripping him like a vice. "Such a perfect fucking fit for my cock. Like you were made just for me..."

Rafayel began to move, his hips pulling back until just the tip of his cock remained inside you, before slamming forward and burying himself to the hilt once more. He set a hard, fast pace, the desk creaking and shaking beneath you with each powerful thrust of his hips.

Your face was pressed into the smooth wood, drool already beginning to pool and drip from the corner of your slack mouth. The sensation of being so thoroughly taken, so completely at the mercy of Rafayel's lust and desire, was overwhelming. It was almost too much, too intense.

Rafayel grabbed your arms, pulling them up and bending them at the elbows to either side of your head. He placed your palms flat against the desk, giving you something to hold onto as he continued his relentless, pounding assault on your pussy.

"Hold on tight, cutie", he growled, his voice strained with exertion and lust. "You're going to need to brace yourself for what comes next. I'm not going to hold back, not anymore."

Rafayel kept up his relentless pace, pounding into you with a single-minded determination. But despite the intensity of his thrusts and the building pleasure, he somehow avoided hitting that one special spot inside you that always sent you hurtling over the edge. It was as if he could read your mind, could sense your impending release, and was deliberately denying you that final push.

"Punishing you," he murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble in your ear. "Teasing you, making you beg so sweetly for something I can give you...but won't. Not yet."

"Don't you dare come until I say you can," he ordered, his voice a harsh, dominating bark. "You don't get to come until I've had my fill...until I've pumped this greedy cunt full of my seed and marked you as mine"

You found yourself begging, unable to hold back the desperate pleas that spilled from your lips. Your voice was high and thin, strained with the effort of holding back your rapidly approaching climax, of keeping your body from seizing control.

"Please, Rafayel, please!" you cried out, your fingers scrabbling against the smooth wood of the desk as you tried to find purchase, to anchor yourself against the overwhelming sensation. "Please, I need...I need to come. I can't...please, Rafayel!"

Tears of frustration and desperation pricked at the corners of your eyes, your body shaking and trembling beneath Rafayel's ruthless onslaught. You were completely at his mercy, completely under his control. And in that moment, you knew you would do anything, say anything, to earn the release you so desperately craved.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back, his lips finding your ear. When he spoke, his voice was a low, dark rasp, each word deliberately enunciated.

"Don't. Ever. Doubt. Me."

He punctuated each word with a sharp, precise thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep inside you, grinding against that maddeningly elusive spot just out of reach. Your body shook and trembled, tears leaking from your clenched eyes as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stifle your increasingly desperate moans.

"Im. Yours."

Thrust.

"Completely. And. Totally."

Thrust.

"Yours"

Thrust

"So you'll wait. You'll wait until I give you permission. Until I grant you the release you so desperately crave. Until then...you'll take what I give you. Understand?"

He emphasized his demand with a particularly brutal thrust, his pelvis slamming against your ass, his cock buried to the hilt inside your clutching heat. He remained still for a long moment, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, his heart pounding against your back.

"Tell me you understand y/n"

As soon as the words "I do" left your lips, Rafayel let out a low growl of satisfaction. He angled your hips just so, tilting them up and back to align your body perfectly with his. And then, with a ferocity that stole your breath, he began to pound into that sweet spot deep inside you.

"Yes, just like that", he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release.

"That's it, baby", he encouraged, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "I can feel you getting close. I can feel your pussy clenching around me, trying to suck me in deeper. You're so fucking close, aren't you? Ready to explode like a fucking firework?"

He angled your hips again, changing the angle slightly, and suddenly you could feel the tension in your body pulling tighter, the coil wound to its breaking point. Your breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, your fingers scrabbling against the desk as you tried to find purchase, to anchor yourself against the tidal wave of sensation threatening to sweep you away.

"Come for me, pretty girl", Rafayel demanded, his voice a low, dark command. "Come screaming my name, so everyone knows who makes you feel this fucking good. Now, fucking do it!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finally allowed his own release to overtake him. Thick, scalding ropes of his seed painted your insides, marking you, claiming you as his own as he filled you with his essence.

The sensation of his hot cum flooding your core pushed you over the edge, your body seizing and convulsing beneath his as you came harder than you ever had before. Your scream of ecstasy echoed off the thin walls, no doubt alerting everyone in the vicinity to your shared climax.

As the intense waves of your shared climax began to ebb, Rafayel collapsed against your back, his weight pressing you down into the desk. You both panted and gasped for air, bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing in tandem as you struggled to regain your composure.

After a long moment, Rafayel rolled off of you, his softening cock slipping from your dripping cunt. He gathered you into his arms, holding you close as he pulled you up to sit on the edge of the desk. Your legs were shaky, and you leaned against him for support, not trusting your own balance just yet.

"Look at the mess we made," he murmurs, his voice still rough and strained. He gestures to the desk, streaked with your combined fluids, and the floor, splattered with the evidence of your passionate coupling.

"But it was worth it. Fuck, was it ever worth it. I love you, y/n," he whispers against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. "And I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget it."

As you both stepped out of the office, still flushed and disheveled from your passionate encounter, you find Celine waiting. The young woman's eyes were round as saucers, her face a deep shade of red as she no doubt processed the sounds she had just witnessed emanating from the closed door.

Rafayel barely spared her a glance as he strode past, his arm around your waist to keep you steady. He paused just before exiting the building and turned to face Celine, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Keep the paintings, Celine", he instructed, his voice still rough and low from their recent activities. "Our agreement is null and void, effective immediately. Consider this a parting gift, for your trouble."

Celine's mouth opened and closed a few times, as if trying to formulate a response, but no words came out. She looked stunned, her gaze flickering between you and Rafayel.

"And say hi to the family for me, dear cousin", Rafayel added with a mocking, almost cruel edge to his voice. 

With that parting shot, he ushered you out into the brilliant sunlight, the warm air a stark contrast to the cool interior of the gallery.

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𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲, 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲.

◟fem!reader, NOT CANON AU, think of this as like... an evil, meaner version of neuvillette! that means yes, it'll be ooc by canon!neuv standards fyi, massively nsfw, dacryphilia, dragon man w a lot of stamina, two dick neuvi, overstimulation, breeding, neuvillette with forked tongue, penetration, dom!neuvillette, sub!reader, petnames (angel, darling, sweetheart), momentary praise (good girl), very short but it was just a thought - not proofread. ◟anastasia's footnote : this was spawned by a conversation with yukari earlier so this is how i'm spending my halloween evening; yet again, this is not canon!au neuvillette. it's like alternate universe. shadow realm. the evil akasha possessed haitham. that type!!

another long, slow thrust into your tight heat and this man has just about lost it. the two of you had been at this for hours, perhaps for longer than your fragile human body could withstand but he was at the point of caring less. NEUVILLETTE was certain you'd take everything he gave you, pushing you to the limits just for a little more of his seed, just for your womb to be filled to the brim with hot, sticky substance as if it was your lifeline. you had a safe word, you was very good at tapping out too so the dragon was past showing any concern.

you were so good for him, so obedient and willing to take his dick - or dicks, depending on the day. sometimes filling one hole up was simply not enough for him, perhaps his day as the iudex of fontaine had truly pissed him off. white hair drapes over his shoulders, brushing against your bare skin that's sticky and hot to touch, red streaks giving you some semblance of colour in the dim lit room. he had to run out of stamina eventually, right?

"n-neuv," you choke out, wanton moans and the lewd slap of skin drowning out your attempts at coherent sentences, "please!"

the dragon raises a brow, briefly amused at your apparent need to beg him. beg him for what? for relief, for a moment of recovery, for more potent seed, for a change of position? all the options and neuvillette was reeling at the imagery it gave him. a smirk tugs at those pale lips, hovering just above your neck as he inhales your scent so deep, fangs bared at the thought of just biting down on your skin. it's oh so tempting, he digs his fingertips into the plush skin of your hips just to gain some semblance of restraint.

"what is it, angel?" neuvillette chuckles, deep red eyes lifting to admire the glossy affect in your tears - what's this? tears threatening to drip down your cheeks and merge with the drool on your chin and jaw from laying on your back for so long? "enjoying being such a good darling for me that much tonight?"

the whimper you release is drowned out by neuvillette's low growl, the tip of his second cock bumping against your sensitive clit as it slides through your soaked folds with every sharp thrust he delivers, determined to finish you both again - and soon. the tears are on the verge of spilling, a black forked tongue licking at neuvillette's lips like a parched man.

finally, one falls down your cheek, rolling a path along your skin that his eyes narrow in on almost instantly. he knows you're too fucked out to acknowledge it, to even notice anything past his hips drilling into your wet cunt and his heavy balls slapping against your ass. neuvillette leans forward, almost pressing your body in half. he grunts as you squeal, blown out eyes blink blearily up at him with that damn innocent look.

he's so close to blowing another load into you, pumping you full of cum and ensuring you're bred, round and full for the sake of his legacy as the iudex but first... your eyes are squeezed shut, not expecting the rough slither that trails from your jaw up to your cheekbone, licking up a salty tear.

"fuck," he breathes, his nose bumping yours briefly as he swaps sides, his tongue wet as it follows the path of your tears that just keep flowing as a result of overstimulation, "you taste so much better than i thought you would, sweetheart."

there's a wicked grin on his face, his fair skin glinting with sweat in the candlelight. neuvillette's hot breath fans over your face, your little sniffles and whimpers almost matching the rhythm of his cock bullying your sweet hole and neuvillette bares his fangs once more, "i think it's time to reward you one last time for being a good girl, don't you think?"

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Is it ok if you do Neteyam X Metkayina!Reader with breeding kink?

neteyam x metkayina!reader ꧂

contains: aged!up neteyam, p in v, breeding kink, fluffy ending, neteyams literally perfect.

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“Ugh, fuck!” He growls, drilling his length in and out of your tight hole. “Gonna fill this pussy over and over again until you’re all swollen with my baby. Can’t wait for you to be a mother, fuck, you’ll look so pretty… So fucking pretty.”

You moaned, one hand entangled with his braids while the other scratched at his shoulder. You could barely think straight; every time he opened his mouth to speak, nothing but pure filth fell out of it, causing your pussy to tighten around his cock. You could feel every vein, every throb, and you could almost feel every small bioluminescent freckle that was littered all over his cock.

His hips snapped against yours, his thighs hitting yours as he pushes them up against your chest.

Your mind was so foggy from how many times he had made you cum. He had said that you would only get pregnant if you came a few times which you knew was a complete lie, but you wanted to keep your mate satisfied.

“I’m gonna cum again.” He huffs, glancing down at where you two were connected, frustrated when he saw his own seed from the last couple rounds spilling out. He didn’t think too much about it, though, because he knew he would be able to fill you up again. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

His thrust never slow or stop, and his hips never stutter, they just keep going at their relentlessly fast pace. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing the cum out of his cock made his eyes roll back as he spilt his load deep inside of you, only then did his hips still. He kept his dick all the way inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix as more and more of his cum sloshed around inside of you.

He had came so many times inside of you, you could almost taste the saltiness of his cum.

Your legs shook in his grip, thighs pressing together, though it did nothing to keep him from pounding you.

Eywa, he couldn’t wait for you to get pregnant and for you to officially make him a father. He’d been dreaming about this for too long. Every night, he’d dream about your life together with a child. A type of child no one’s ever seen before.

A child mixed with omaticaya blood and metkayina blood. A child who could have your skin but his eyes, or your eyes and his skin. A child that everyone would admire and appreciate.

“T-Teyam..” You hiccup, rubbing his shoulder instead of scratching at it. “Please, can we take a break.”

He stares down at you, and is in shock of your beauty for a moment. The way your curly hair was all frizzy around your head like a halo, and the way your teal skin was flush with a tint of red made his head spin. There’s no way he could possibly stop breeding you now. Not when you looked so pretty.

“Lemme fill you to the brim one last time.” He says, pulling out only halfway. “One last time, yawne, I promise. Then we’ll stop, okay?” He takes his sweaty hand off the underside of your thigh, and holds your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Okay..” You say, and he smiles at you.

“That’s my good girl.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours in a fiery kiss filled with nothing but desire.

You melt into the kiss, but he catches you off guard when he begins to thrust into you again, causing you to whimper and throw your head back.

You could feel your limbs shivering and shaking, and you could feel your pussy convulsing around his cock with each thrust.

“You like being my good girl, huh? Letting me use you like this, letting me breed you.” He chuckles when you clench around him, his words effecting you more then you could ever imagine.

The word ‘breed’ made your toes curl and your back arch, creating goosebumps that littered all over your skin. You moaned and whimpered, tingles running up and down your body as you felt another harsh orgasm washing over you like a wave on the beach.

“Ah, fuck, taking me so well. So, so well, baby, such a good girl.” He slows his hips, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but a needy whine leaves your lips and you hips buck up into his.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.” He says, his hips coming to a halt as he strokes your cheek.

“D-Don’t stop,” You whine. “Please don’t stop, I want you to fill me again. I wanna baby, please! I want you.. to breed me.”

Yours words make something boil inside of him, and his thrusts become harsher. You moan and a small smile rests on your hips as he pounds into you. He noticed the small smile and groans.

“This what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like an animal and breed this pussy? Huh?” He says, flipping you over on your stomach and slapping your ass. He pushes your thick tail towards the side, giving him a perfect view to your puckered hole.

You can’t physically bring yourself to reply with words, so you just moan in response, the new position allowing him to hit your g-spot every time he thrust into you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” He says, rubbing the part of your ass that he had just marked with a red hand print. “Such a good girl, taking me and my cum so well.”

“Teyam!” You moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your back arched into the floor, your tits squished against it. “G-Gonna- Gonna c-cum!”

“Yeah, cum for me,” He groans. “Milk my fucking cock.”

Your thighs shake and yet another orgasm hits you. If it wasn’t for his strong grip on your hips, you would’ve fallen flat on the ground, but he pulled your ass up to him, continuing to pound until he began to moan loudly.

“Shit! Can’t wait to have a whole litter running around here, gonna fill you up with so many babies, people are gonna be so sick of us.” He says, then gives one last hard thrust before cunning inside of you. His cock pulsated and twitched as his tip spilled inside of you for the last time tonight.

He slowly pulls out, and watches in aggravation as your hole pushes out his seed. He pushes his finger into your hole, curling his fingers to make sure his cum stayed inside of you.

You breathed heavily against the floor, and your hips fell to the ground, your body laying completely flat.

And athough he was just as overstimulated as you, he found the strength in himself to pick you up bridal style off the floor and bring you towards your bed which was a thick, yet comfortable, woven mat on the floor with two pillows that the scientists (that you didn’t really like) had provided for your shared home.

He places you down and lays next to you, pulling you into his chest, not bothering to clean up your pussy since he wanted it to take. He pulled the thin sheet over your sweaty bodies, and kisses your forehead.

“You did so good for me, yawne.” He whispers, and you hum, wrapping your arm around him.

“Can’t wait for us to have our own little family. You’re gonna be such a good mama, and I’m gonna be there for you every step of the way.” He says, making you open your eyes and look at him with a smile and heated cheeks.

“If you have any weird food cravings, I’ll make it for you. If you are sore, I’ll give you a massage. Anything that you need, anything at all, Ma’Y/N, I will provide for you.” He holds your hand and kisses it, looking into your eyes lovingly before he brings his hand to your cheek and leans his face to yours.

He kissed your lips, and when you two pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says to you, and you say it back, knowing that it was the truth. Ever since you two laid eyes on each other when he and his family first arrived, you knew there would be something between you two forever.

You grab your kuru and he’s quick to grab his. You both watch as the lilac tendrils of both of your queue’s wrap around each other, connecting every single bit of your souls together.

You both sigh happily and eventually fall asleep in each others embrace

—

a/n: i hope this was good enough cuz idk if i like this or not 😭���

[smuts-n-sluts]

𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎

Fushijuro Toji x Fem!Reader

⚠️Warning⚠️; This story contains pure smut if you believe you are not the type of person to read this, Please request a story.

Quick summary- Toji fucking you silly

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, Smelling of the combination of sweat and cum made your mind hazy and made you see stars. Coming up to your 6th orgasm, your breasts bounced with every thrust he took. He pulled you hair to see your tear stained face and the face you made as you came on his cock. " 'Look so pretty cumming on my cock like this, you like my cock drilling into you princess?" he claimed as he roughly slammed into your sloppy cunt, your juices staining the sheets.

You could only moan and scream for him, the way he drilled into you drove you mad. The way he pulled your hair to give himself access to your neck just to bite it almost tipped you over the edge. You loved how rough he was with you, he would fuck you all day if he could, without question. "Fucking take it!" He growled as he pulled out just to slam back in and start a brutal pace, he was gonna break you in half. "Tell me how much you like daddys cock" he growled as he got a grasp of your throat and squeezed slightly. "you can't can you? Too fucked to speak hmm?" he chuckled as he squeezed your throat tighter.

"I love the way you look when you cum for me~" he licked your neck as he whispered in your ear. He pulled your arms to the back of you and held your wrists in one hand and the back of your neck with the other. He slammed into your swollen cunt with a low growl, the breath got shot out of your lungs and you could no longer think straight. You tried to gasp for air every time he pulled away from your cervix. He was reaching his own climax as chased it brutaly.

"ready baby? 'Gonna fill you up" He sweetly whispered as he slammed into your pussy once more before shooting his seed in your sopping cunt. He pulled out and kissed you puffy lips, biting them softly before he detached. He rubbed your swollen clit with his thumb with a knowing smirk. "Look at your pretty pussy, filled with my cum. I love fucking you silly."

[plumslices]

I have raw pearls (idk what they’re called, but the non-spherical kind) that my ma brought me back from the Philippines and I want to make a necklace with some type of non-metal, like a rope or something…do you have any ideas or references?

If you dont want to drill them, i included some woven cord styles.

Timeless pearly, joie digiovanni (pearl seed bead lariat) , elsa peretti tiffany.

[justanotherflemethstan]

this is not a drill, this is a thread on the creation of Flemeth from David Gaider!! as kind of the self professed Flemeth stan blog around here, I had to reshare

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Link to the original post

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CHARACTERS - DAY THREE: Flemeth

I have a type. I admit it. There are certain wells I can return to repeatedly and always find something new to explore.

One of them is older female characters. Mike used to rib me about it. Consider Wynne. Meredith. Genevieve. And, of course, the biggie: Flemeth.

Why are they a type? I... don't know, honestly.

I guess I have a feeling that older men fade, they strive to regain their youth or establish a legacy and we've seen that story a thousand times, but older women? They become free to become something new. I guess I see so many possibilities in that.

I had a conception of who Flemeth was, and why, right from the very start. Her creation went hand in hand with Morrigan, as a being whose thirst for retribution hundreds of years ago attracted an entity (slight confession: I didn't know Mythal specifically, at the time, "an elven god" was enough).

I also knew where Morrigan was right and very wrong about her. Misconceptions of the truth are built into DA's foundation, and they were fundamental to this mother-daughter relationship I was building.

Like many seeds I'd put in the world, however, I had no idea whether I'd ever get to explore it.

Knowing that she was a character of possible future importance, if not a major player in DAO, I wasn't much surprised when she was one of the first cuts the art team made in terms of getting a unique appearance. Thus the "batty old woman" players met in DAO. Not as hard a cut as the Qunari, though.

Going into DA2, I wanted both Morrigan and Flemeth, but we could only have one. So I picked Flemeth. This was the game where she really got to come into her own.

I remember the art team coming and asking if it was OK if she got a new model, as it'd be a retcon of sorts. I didn't care. I wanted it.

I honestly don't remember whether Kate Mulgrew was cast before or after Claudia. After, I think? All I recall is that Cab came into my office one day and asked if Kate might be a good fit

The squeal I made was un-manly. Cab took that as a "yes". 😅

I didn't get to talk to Kate until DA2, however. Schedules being what they were, we had a tight window to record Flemeth... so I had to write all her scenes before almost anything else in DA2 was written, before I even had a team! Ack!

It was OK, though, for the most part. I knew where I wanted to take her, and a big part of it was going to explain her transition - to set her up for the future. So I whipped up a script in, like, two days and off we went. Kate was a marvel in the booth. She adored Flemeth and you could really tell.

I didn't get to meet Kate in person, however, until DAI. This came pretty late in its development, compared to when we recorded her for DA2, and we flew down to Virginia (to accommodate her schedule - she was writing her memoir at the time, I think) for a single session. It was going to be *tight*.

I was a mess. I was finally going to meet Captain Janeway... and yes yes, I know she's also more than that. But come ON.

When we sat down, I figured I'd have to talk her through the character all over again. It'd been years since that one session at the start of DA2, right? And even more since DAO.

But, no. Kate remembered Flemeth perfectly.

I remember sitting there as she told me how much she loved the character, how rare it was to get one with so much texture and possibility. She called out my writing - my writing! - and waxed poetic about how she viewed Flemeth's arc. I... I was floored. 🫠

Then we began recording. One issue that quickly reared its head was how Caroline had to speed through the lines if we hoped to finish. Kate was a trooper, and most takes she'd get it in one (which is rare), but I was alarmed because we weren't giving Kate time to read the VO comments on each line.

I brought it up, as there were some lines (so much sarcasm) that required nuance - Kate was getting them, oddly, but I was worried.

"Oh, it's fine," Kate said. "I read the comments as we go."

"How could you? We're going so fast!"

"I'm a speed reader."

Oh. OK, then. That certainly explained it. 😁

We got to the confrontation scene with Morrigan and she nailed it. Over and over. More than once, Caroline would make a call and, before I could even interject and say "no, Kate had it right, actually" Kate would explain exactly why she did it that way and why it worked for Flemeth. I was in love.

She did the "I will see her avenged!" section all in one go. I got chills. Then we got to the final scene.

You know the one. With Solas.

It was this beautiful moment. She took it somewhere quiet and sad... and when she got to that last line, we all felt it: Flemeth was dead. Everyone was in tears.

I suppose I could talk more about the process. How she started off aligned with Morrigan's original Delirium inspiration, but I didn't pull back her loopy way of talking as much (bet you wondered).

I still don't know why it was so easy to slip into her voice, but I'm grateful I got the chance. ��️

[angelcwre]

READ ME !

[ DOM! SCARAMOUCHE X FEM! READER SMUT ]

scaramouche having the urge to barge in your room to see you in your little baby pink mini skirt paired w a fitted top that shows off ur boobs n having a thigh high socks w little pink ribbons in the middle..

he knows you're his little house roomie but he can't seem to get his mind off of u :( not when he saw you walk around the house last night with a thin night gown that barely reaches your thigh, no bra, and only wearing a lace panty. :(((

he can't live with this anymore! knowing that you guys are home alone right now, he immediately slams the door shut and asks if he can join u in bed. u gladly say yes :3

then he starts to get right ontop of you, the feeling of his bulge against your cute ass that you oh-so gladly lifts up to meet his..

he starts to dry hump you, as you whimper out.

"scara- !" the sounds of your cute noises turns him on so bad, he unzips his pants, lifting your skirt up to see you wore no panties..

"were you waiting for this, baby?" he chuckles darkly, as he rubs his member for a bit, you were soaking wet too.. heh, such a good girl. aren't ya?

without wasting another moment, he slams his cock deep inside your tiny little pussy as he lets out a moan, a raspy one..

"ah fuck you're so big..!" he is too big :(

then he starts fucking you, thrusting and pounding deep inside despite the sounds of squelch and skin its making, he is desperate.. so desperae for your pussy as he repeatedly drills his cock into your walls.. reaching your spot and slamming his tip inside..

"oh god.. please.. nnghhh ahhgghh..!" you cry out as he smirks, chuckling down at you, using your dainty arm to pull you close and making it deeper than it should, his hand spanking your bubble butt

"god.. you're such a slut, baby, running around the house.. hhgh.. wearing those little bits of clothing, walking in my room to sit on my lap.. huh ~ don't think i can't feel you try to rub your little clothed pussy against my bulge.. hahhh..~ fuck, you're so fucking tight.. needa pump my seed in n make you a mommy.."

scara laughs as you whine and whimper.. eventually, he lets out a satisfied moan as he cums deep inside your womb, "take it.. hahhhh fuckk.. take it all, yeah.. nnhgg.. uhh.. nm.. fuck.. take it.. good girl.. hah.."

— ♡

hi i am shion, n i'm new here. hallo

y/n [ lowk oc, not self insert. ] is usually portrayed as FEM, i will not write any amab !! ><

wud usually portray her as someone small and into dollcore mostly

that could change however i believe she'd remain as someone sweet n innocent/naive

BOTTOM Y/N >:(

i js laid down my bed n started typing stuff.. bwee.. :pp

[cherigu]

random thought not a oneshot but jeongguk is the type to give his alllll in bed. he can never get enough of how addictive your reactiveness to his touch is, taking a mental picture of how well your cunt swallows his fat cock repeatedly while you squirm underneath him.

he will drill his hips into you well past both of your highs, ignoring the pain of his overstimulation just to see you unwind on his cock one more time.

“so tight, this pussy was made to take me, hmm?”

the sounds of your high pitched whines and inaudible pleads kiss his ear, loving the way you can no longer form a proper sentence with his cock buried so deep inside your hole.

strings of praises fall from his swollen lips while he wipes stray tears away from your cheek.

“ ‘s too— fuck, too much gukkie” you cry out, knowing you can tap out at any moment but nevertheless loving the feel of his engorged tip pounding against your bruised sweet spot.

“take it like a good girl, doing so fucking well for me baby” he managed to get out through the rasp of his throat. his groans heightened when he felt your walls flutter around him. “gonna cum, keep going p-please”

your breathless voice was the only warning before you fell apart for a second time around his cock, jeongguk inevitably following right behind you. he never ripped his eyes away from your pretty face while he fucked his dripping seed inside of you.

your trembling body was all it took for him to pull away, not wanting to go too far and hurt you. his cock easily slipped out of your slick pussy. so stuffed full of your and his’ arousal combined, his brain went numb as he ogled the fluids dripping out of your puffy cunt.

any chance of letting you rest for the night was quickly overtaken with overwhelming hunger for your body, his body beginning to act on its own as his head dipped down to your pussy.

“jeongguk..” you mumbled, watching him through hooded lids as you felt the heat of his breath brush through your core.

“think you can take a third one, princess?”

[maria-the-virtuous]

Vesta in Astrology✨🔥 ୭

Ave! Many of you who follow me don’t know much about Roman culture, so allow your friend Maria to guide you through many aspects of Roman life. Today, I want to talk about astrology. Astrology is an ancient art passed down by the Babylonians. Its fundamental belief is that the positions of the stars have an incredible impact on one’s fate and character. XII “zodiac” signs are determined by constellations. Your sign is determined by which constellation was in position the night you were born! Kind of like the gods giving you a lil hug 💙

Now, you may be asking yourself, “Maria, aren’t you forbidden from talking to astrologers, since they’re scientists?” That is a question I get often. Simply put, astrologers are not scientists— they come to their conclusions through sheer vibes. That being said, you should take astrology very seriously. Despite the lack of empirical evidence to prove its validity, it still has very real impacts on life, just like divination and dark psychology.

🩷🏛️Who is Vesta?🏛️🩷

Vesta is the goddess of devotion, virtue, divine femininity, seed, and the sacred flame. She represents sacred order and commitment. She has no representation—the sacred flame is her idol. The Vestal Virgins maintain the eternal sacred flame, the most revered duty in our society. The tight farts they shoot right into the fire allow the flame to glow forever. Someday I would love to be part of their divine worship.

Some ways you could worship Vesta are:

Light red or white candles

Drink wine

Ferment your seed

Bake some bread

Clench your virtue

“Coitus” your husband/wife/they

🕯️✨Vesta in Your Sign✨🕯️

Vesta has an influence on many of the constellations. Read about how it affects your sign! ⬇️

✨ Aries 🐏

You are fiercely dedicated to protecting your virtue at all costs. You may wish to self-impose Vestal Virginity upon yourself in hopes of fostering your virginal magicks, perhaps to become a very powerful sorceress. Perhaps you will want to use your magicks to stop time and be the only moving human alive, the world at your disposal. At first you are delighted by this prospect, due to your fierce independent nature. But over time, as you indulge in delicious free food and skinny dive in the Rhein, you begin to realize that you get older, but everyone else around you doesn’t age. For a moment, you consider unfreezing time, but a wrenching feeling in your gut stops you. You don’t know if you can stomach the guilt you feel for having done this in the first place, trapping every living soul on earth in a twisted type of limbo. More time passes, and the world changes. Buildings around you begin to decay as no one is there to maintain them. Nature takes your city back slowly, vines and greenery growing up the stone walls and drilling their way inside the crevices of every brick, like veins travelling through bone. Everyone in the world is still stuck in place, stuck in time. Vines creep their way up legs and around torsos. Birds make nests in baskets set eternally atop mother’s heads. Merchants and patrons in the market stand making exchanges of long-gone goods, the shelves that used to be lined with figs and pomegranates picked clean long ago by animals and your hand. You’ve gotten older, too. Your hair is grey and your face and body have wisened. Despite no societal regulatory force to compel you to maintain your virtue, you diligently have done so for years. Your virginal magicks have allowed you to age gracefully. When you look into the polished metal mirror in your home, what looks back at you is a gracious woman, a walking goddess among men. You hope that Vesta has been paying attention to your diligence; you have spent countless hours completing her rituals, cleaning her temple, and fighting back the vines that threaten to squeeze around the temple’s columns. Eventually, you moved into the temple itself, in order to fully devote yourself to your goddess. Yet, every day when you look outside, you are met by the gaze of hundreds of frozen bodies, completely unaware that their lives are doomed, and it was your doing. Sometimes, when the sun begins to set, you like to walk up to one of these living corpses and stare into their eyes, hoping you may detect faint evidence of life behind their irises. Do they see you? Do they feel cold at night? Does the eternal darkness scare them? Do the wolves frighten them when they pass by? One night, as you were lighting the candles to perform a ritual to Vesta, you heard the sound of the ancient wooden temple doors creaking open, followed by still silence. You froze. You slowly turned around, and what you saw drained the blood from your face: the silhouette of a man, stiff as a statue, standing in the doorway with his glass-like eyes staring right into yours. You screamed at the top of your lungs and fell to your knees in terror, covering your eyes with your hands. When death never comes to you, you peek through your fingers and find that there is no one there. After that experience, you start to board up all of the windows of the temple, unable to look at the figures outside any longer. You isolate yourself completely and devote yourself deeper to Vesta. You avoid leaving the temple as much as possible, subsisting purely off the flesh of rats and whatever else you can catch. Despite this, your virtue is so well maintained that you are still a sight to behold, even as you get older, thinner, and weaker. You pray every day to Vesta now that she may end your suffering, or punish you for your misdeeds, or rewind time and make it so that you never became a sorceress to begin with. All you hear in response is eternal silence.

[creepling]

FUCK this tcm game discourse lemmie hit ya with some Hands smut. under the read more, you know the drill.

tags: MINORS DNI. gn!reader, dub-con, primal, petplay, size difference, electrocution, unprotected sex, breeding, not proofread.

what makes him different in tactic from the family is he is a 'grab and go' type guy. he's impatient, hates the chase. it's useless to him when he has the ability to just pick you up and throw you in the back of his race truck.

he has you bound to the truck so he can go on a joy ride. driving 100 mph down a dirt road, grunting and howling like a maniac. it's like a scene from mad max, the sheer chaos from the rush of the truck, the dirt kicking up and blowing back in your face. blindfolded and tied up, all you feel is the whip of the air and the bumps in the road. eventually when you give into him, maybe you can be a passenger princess/prince. this is Hands' way of showing off, letting you see who's The Man. it's the most endearing he's gonna be, even if you're screaming bloody murder.

Hands likes the fiesty ones, the ones that kick and scream, because their efforts are like pinches compared to his giant mass. the effort of taking in a 'feral' stray and domesticating you is time well spent. locking you in a cage, electrifying it to amuse in your attempts to combat the shocks to try and escape. he waits and banks on you to get exhausted and give up; like a beaten dog. then he turns the electricity off, enters the cage and thuds down on the filthy floor to cradle you in his arms and sit you in his crossed legs.

he pets you the way animals make a kinship, nuzzling his nose into your face, combing the knots in your hair with his thick fingers. it starts off innocent, but he warms up to you as the days weigh in. his hands explore different places, make marks on your soft skin; knead and scratch your thighs and chest. it was clear what his intentions were as his fingers ghost along your ass and further between your legs. his growls intensifying as your hot breath catches in your throat. he chuckles at your surprise, but he never advanced, only peering down at you with dark eyes, pressing your small body to his broad chest. finding comfort in the warm between your legs, his erection pulsing against your leg.

anything was better than the torture. and morbid curiousity gets the better of you.

eventually you answer his mating rituals, presenting yourself with open legs, bracing yourself for what he had in store. his eyes light up with desire, amused grunts panting out of him as he fumbles with his belt. his cock springs and aligns along your stomach, and all you can think is oh, fuck.

he fucks you like it's mating. stretching your hole with his thick cock, smirking at your fussing. the only goal he has in his primitive mind is to fill you with his load. thrusts hard and slow as his hands pinch your waist, groaning at the feeling of your nails digging into his arms. his cock is deep inside you and there is little chance of release as he ruts into you. his hot breath beating against your body drenched in sweat. his thrusts quicken in pace, alerting you of his climax, until a slick, hot warmth fills your swollen entrance.

Hands inspects the cum leaking from you, pronging his fingers inside you so his seed had claim -- letting none of it go to waste. his cum strings between his fingers and he stuffs them into your mouth, coating your tongue with his taste. he pours his stare into your distant, lulling eyes and thinks such a good, little pet.

[herrenxenoberg]

Fandorm Showcase #1 - Tarzan

Starting off strong with this one, initially the idea came when I started playing Twisted Wonderland, I noticed there is a lack of references in the game relating to Tarzan, which is considered one of the all-time classic movies in the Disney archives. So, to fix this obscurity, I made Tarzan into an NRC dorm, courtesy of William Cecil Clayton, the villain with the darkest death off-screen (unless you are the subtle types to notice it).

Introducing...Spoorjag, the dorm inspired by Clayton, and values the spirit of resourcefulness.

The name, Spoorjag, is a combination of "Track" (Spoor in Afrikaan) and "Hunt" (Jag in Afrikaan), as a reference to the story of Tarzan originating from the west coast of Africa.

You may notice there is a shotgun and a machete behind the logo of the dorm, this is both a reference to Clayton's paraphilia and a theme to this dorm in particular, which to most, it's mature type of content, but again, this is made for my Discord roleplays, we swore a lot in there- Anyways, here is the short description thingie for the dorm:

“A dorm founded on the jungle expeditioner’s spirit of resourceful, which students conserve the environment and its natural resources for research and studies.”

Yeah, you would think this description contradicts the dorm's logo theme, but it is a double meaning in itself. In order to be sorted into Spoorjag through the Dark Mirror, you need to have these traits:

Has an interest in animal study or wildlife-based careers

Has vast knowledge in wildlife or flora

Determined to preserve the natural environment at any costs

Next, we have our dorm uniform designs:

The uniform inspiration comes from Clayton's outfit, as well as some additional elements taken from the theme of jungle exploration (Including a holster for shotgun shells, leather gloves and a satchel). The ascot (especially the housewarden version) has a leopard print that is similar to Sabor's patterns. It mostly centers around the theme of jungle explorers and wildlife researchers, with the secondary gear look (suggested by a fellow creative) being the gear used for more...riskier treks.

Naturally, the magic item that the housewarden of Spoorjag owns is a double-barrel shotgun, which doesn't actually cause harm as the bullets it fires are duds. Except...the bullet shells he carries has a purpose which will be explained in the character bios.

Anyways, on to our character roster, here is the full cast of Spoorjag:

(I did them in the style of the game's display UI so I don't have to painstakingly make the reference sheet for each.) (May contain some heavy/controversial subjects)

Meet the housewarden of Spoorjag...

Wilder C. Clayson! (Twisted from William Cecil Clayton)

Known for his charismatic approach and dedication to wildlife, Wilder is a junior housewarden who takes risks no matter the cost, whether it be for beneficial reasons...or personal reasons. He carries a slight Australian accent and tends to be impatient with things he has no interest in hearing. Given his family history of poacher parents, he is the complete opposite of what you expect, a caring individual for natural flora and fauna, prefer to keep it as it is rather than ruin it, much to his extended family's dismay. The philosophy of "Man is greater than beast" is practically drilled into his head everyday, leaving no room for him to block it out and defend what they call "beasts", harmless and innocent animals who are as alive as humankind. This would however, further traumatize Wilder, as his parents were sadly mauled by two rogue and feral leopards during one of their hunts, and thus solidifying his deep-seeded hatred for the wildlife until he's 16 to which carries it with him into Night Raven College.

Extra notes: So remember the double-barrel shotgun I talked about? This is linked to his unique magic, [Bullseye]. How it works is that he channels the unique magic energy into one of the bullet shells he carries, which are hollow inside, once it was filled with the magic energy, he can fire them out of the shotgun at enemies, which paralyzes any target it hits for 20 minutes. He can't fire the spell as it is, or else it could affect himself, so he chose to concentrate the spell into bullet form for easier aim and targetting.

Notable members:

Vilyen Trigger (Vice Housewarden, Sophomore) - A sort-of lap dog to Wilder's ideals and would always support him no matter what. (Twisted from Vincent Snipes)

Sabel Klou (Freshman) - A freshman leopard beastman who just only wants to hang around and do nothing, despite being a deadly predator who lives in the wild. (Twisted from Sabor)

Tallac Konga (Freshman) - A freshman gorilla beastman who always wants to prove and show his strength by picking fights with seemingly strong people. (Twisted from Tublat from The Legend of Tarzan)

Mchafu Loxodon (Freshman) - A bull elephant beastman who is sick and tired of being the prey that he retaliates by becoming a predator himself and reveling in it. (Twisted from Mabaya from The Legend of Tarzan)

Silas Tangelo (Junior) - A fae who lost his nature-filled home to deforestation and has less trust in humans. (Twisted from the vines that eventually k!lls Clayton)

And finally, a short synopsis on what would Spoorjag's chapter be about:

It was a quiet day in NRC, everyone is preparing for both the upcoming spelldrive tournament and the semester exams before winter break. Although, one dorm seems to be promoting a nature walk campaign to raise donations for animal shelters, hosted by Wilder C. Clayson, the housewarden of Spoorjag.

Shenanigans ensue with this group of seemingly thoughtful "jungle explorers". (This takes place in between after Book 1 and before Book 2)

That is all for Spoorjag's introductions! Hope you like my creations, there is more to come!

Next Up: Peter Pan

[jmdbjk]

[...aggressively posts the thoughts of boss man of JIMIN FANCLUB...]

There he is! Yes, it is Chief Executive/Chief Hypeman (not to be confused with Hybe... puh-lease)/Chief ball-juggler/the one and only Jeon Jungkook... [applause APPLAUSE applause] thank you, thank you very much.

[also aggressively crops out the weverse logo]

Some of us were reticent to speak out loud about whether JK would do a live (because Jimin left the country) for fear of being called delulu... but when we all came online... lo and behold... everyone else had the same thoughts... As everyone is saying... two is a coincidence but three times? It's a thing y'all.

It's also not a coincidence that he was playing a Muni Long song in his underwear folding live last month. We should all learn by now, when it comes to Jimin and Jungkook, there are no coincidences.

I love the way he mangled the rap parts! He's one of us!

Is it just me or does that ray of light traveling up the side of his head give Like Crazy MV vibes?

He sang and hummed Angel Pt. 1 intermittently between other songs and chatting throughout this live.

I noticed a few changes in Kook's surroundings and I wonder, since the stalker food delivery scare, I wonder if they've come up with some new guidelines for broadcasting lives from their homes? Use an opaque drink container; point the camera away from areas that show personal affects; keep the volume low enough that you don't disturb your neighbors (this makes me laugh because he has been notorious for potentially disturbing the peace for YEARS!). He received a "semi" complaint. Semi...

Imagine having the retched luck of buying/renting an expensive and very nice apartment in a very nice part of the city... and your punk neighbor is constantly playing loud music/singing in the wee hours of the morning? (have no fear neighbor, he won't be living there forever).

Not a coincidence when Jimin was cautious about being too loud in his own apartment during his #1 BB100 live at 3:30 a.m. Why? He knew that JK received this semi-complaint. If they aren't together, they are surely up in each other's DMs all day. I digress.

I wonder if Kookie is finally listening and following a few of these guidelines? We won't call them rules because I think to Kookie they are just "strongly recommended suggestions" quote/unquote. But perhaps its time he heeds some of these suggestions. I know Hobi would be proud.

Except he was belting out Taeyang's song so he forgot he was supposed to be keeping the volume low hahahahaha.

Kookie cooking a lot lately, gaining weight, no big deal, he can just lose the weight (after all he's a 25 year old male with a mesomorph body type). He says he is back to working out and having to "kind of" have to go back to maintaining his body. His right shoulder is giving him a little issue with tightness but it needs to get better quickly because.... he didn't say.

He reminds us he's not on that old dusty boring Instagram app anymore but he looks at weird and wild TikTok these days (lord help us). But is probably where he saw the Jimin Summoning challenge.

He saw a comment "We're so sorry"... does this mean Weverse Armys finally got the memo about being total dumbasses in the comments in the past and are cleaning up their act now?

Songs he listened to/sang today: Charlie Puth x Dan+Shay: That's Not How This Works; Imase: Night Dancer (JK made a comment that they needed to make songs like this); Taeyang: Seed (In Your Heart); Seventeen: Son Wukong; Taeyang: Shoong!; TWICE: Cupid; Seventeen: Let's Fight.

This made me laugh (turn up the volume):

He mentions Hobi finishing his basic training...

He let out a decidedly resigned sigh and said:

And then he did an military marching chant... and it just occurred to me... JK would make a good drill leader. If that's even a thing?

Right, Kookie... we'll never notice... we'll just be bawling our eyes out every time we see it get shorter and shorter knowing what's coming.

Overall, he looked upbeat and in a very good mood, no low points or withdrawn moments. A lot has happened between the last time we saw him live and now. It seems like he's in a very good and positive frame of mind. He said he would be back soon.

I will leave you with Kookie butt-wiggling in his chair:

[rodrigobera04]

The ice type is our next type, with just nine combos.

ICE pure

Cold-blooded snake freezing its victim when it touches it.

Ice blocks that combine to create obstacles for the player.

Huge and strong Husky, used as a pack animal.

Capybara adapted to a cold region.

Small creature that likes to climb mountains without difficulty.

A cold, crystal-clear bottle that sprays out foamy liquid like soda.

Fan dancer blowing freezing fog.

Goat on top of a giant snowball that spins as it walks.

Creature covered in a huge furry coat on its body.

ICE/ROCK

Rocky spider crab with ice claws, based on an ushi-oni.

Rocky elf from a cold cave with ice spikes all over his body.

Rocky humanoid from snowy regions, appearing to be gangrenous.

Ice cream monster that has a stone cone horn.

Snow hyena breaking rocks with its strong jaws.

Troll made of stones, camouflaged in a stone mountain.

Living comet covering its body with ice as it passes through the universe.

Rocky and crystalline creature armor that defends its fragile snow body.

Triceratops with a huge ice block head.

ICE/FIGHTING

Warrior creating ice weapons for fighting.

Yak breaking ice and stone with his headbutts.

Fighter with two huge gloves made of ice blocks.

Troglodyte covered in skin and using a mammoth tusk as a club.

Yeti with very long legs for kicking.

Masked wrestling Smilodon.

Blue oni who punishes criminals with icy breaths and an ice club.

Kaiju whale that destroys huge blocks of ice.

Monster with a hooked horn made of ice.

ICE/FLYING

Hare with a sharp ice horn, flying with its long ears.

Cold vulture that eats frozen animals.

Bat with wings forming ice stalactites.

Little bird frozen in a cube, still having its wings to fly.

Marten jumping through the branches like an icy wind.

Cloud of snowflakes in the shape of an owl.

Literal snow angel, a winged spirit that brings winter snow.

Skyfish absorbing ice particles from the atmosphere.

Pterodactyl surviving the ice age and becoming a predator of cold regions.

ICE/GRASS

Musk ox with aromatic herbs for its coat.

Floral imp that lives in the North and South Poles, proliferating due to climate change.

Watermelon producing a juice that heals burns.

Acai palm with cold breath, its leaves also create a cool climate.

Wooden chalet in a taiga forest, looking like a Baba Yaga's house.

Banana that manipulates and creates ice cream, based on a banana split.

Lotus blooming on frozen lakes and gliding over the surface.

Apple that only germinates in the snow, covered by a layer of ice.

Pea pods resisting winter and protecting the seeds until spring.

ICE/STEEL

Powerful elephant seal with a metallic head, like a hammer.

Polar warrior throwing snowflakes like shurikens.

Cetitan predator, hunting with a harpoon snout.

Deep sea squid with a drill on its head to drill through glaciers.

Moose with antlers like shovels, tearing snow to open paths.

Creature forming ice blades like cutting propellers.

Winter boar having blades and pieces of metal on its back.

Warrior fighting with icy chains that have ice morning stars.

Marine animal that swims through glaciers with its bladed skate-like fin.

ICE/GROUND

"Yeti" marmot or rabbit, made of snow and earth.

Earth gnome covered in a snow beard.

Sand camel, but covered with snow.

Woolly rhinoceros preserved by permafrost.

Mole evolving into a whale-like creature that swims in the snow.

Eel or snake that appears from within the snow.

Creature that catapults balls of mud and snow.

Groundhog that woke up from hibernation and plants flowers for the beginning of spring.

Quadruped using its wide feet to walk on snow without sinking.

ICE/ELECTRIC

Pokémon throwing electrified snowballs.

Destructive hail creature that also hurls lightning.

Air conditioning-based creature, using electricity to lower the temperature.

Owlbear snowy owl that kills prey with shocks.

Ice and lightning horse that creates aurora borealis, based on wild hunt.

Snow monkey that controls electricity, with traits of the yokai nue.

Pikaclone mouse, uses its tail as a beacon to find its species in the snow.

Animal with dense fur that accumulates electricity to keep it warm.

Predatory monster using electricity to keep its victim frozen or paralyzed.

ICE/FIRE

Platypus with powers of fire and ice, alluding to its chimerical nature.

Saiga antelope blowing fire from its trunk.

Crystalline ice horn unicorn, creating parellios with it.

Hare that burns its winter white fur to a charred brown.

Monster imitating a cave with a hot fire inside.

Demon covered in ice but possessing an interior of very hot fire.

Warm petit gateau with melted ice cream on top, combining heat and cold.

Volcanic kaiju that cools down when it falls asleep, being covered in snow.

Flaming prehistoric creature that was frozen but resurrected by global warming.

THE LEGENDARY:

"Ice Queen" creature, ice/steel, made of a cold and piercing metal, creates disasters related to snow, cold and ice.

See you next time.

[ghostwise]

Tell me more about the mechanized looms in Thedas please.

So I am just extrapolating from what is already seen in canon; we already have printing presses, and a lot of previously time-consuming processes are being simplified and streamlined through technology. A lot of this is explored in DAI and I'm sure we'll see things further develop in DADW. Basically I am writing the first part of this fic in a setting where industrialism is taking off in Antiva, where the factory system is a new development. Standardization of new technology tends to smooth the way for further innovation, so I figure mechanized looms are not too far off from mechanized spinning frames!

Here are the relevant bits from World of Thedas:

[ID: "Half of Nevarra has heard of the Davri Mechanical Thresher. Powered by steam, the device separates grain from chaff, doing work that normally takes hundreds of laborers weeks of back-breaking effort in mere hours. The Nevarran nobility herald it as the greatest innovation of the age, but it is just the latest gift from the genius of Bianca Davri.

She made her name more than a decade ago with an improved seed drill that was capable not only of distributing seed in perfect rows at nearly any spacing, but also of adjusting to the correct depth for each seed type. Far more reliable than any other seeder, it quickly became the standard across the Free Marches, Antiva, and Nevarra, and House Davri, a previously obscure surface Smith Caste family living in Kirkwall, instantly established itself as a power within the Merchants Guilt.

But the Davri Seed Drill was not self-powered. It required the locomotion of a horse or an ox to operate. Bianca's second invention, a spinning machine, was run like a grain mill by the action of moving water. With this device, a single worker could spin up to sixty spools of thread at a time, at a much finer quality than hand spinning. With the Davri Spinning Frame, demand for Bianca's designs spread to the high-priced markets of Orlais."

End ID]

[fioras-resolve]

Every Pokemon move by how much it would take to make them a guaranteed hit

--Normal--

95% (Wide Lens) Crush Claw Cut

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Double Hit Giga Impact Hyper Beam Hyper Fang Population Bomb Present Sonic Boom Super Fang Wrap Barrage Bind Comet Punch Double Slap Fury Attack Mega Punch Rock Climb Screech Swagger Tail Slap Take Down

80% (Compound Eyes) Fury Swipes

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Egg Bomb Lovely Kiss Mega Kick Slam

55% (Gravity + Wide Lens) Sing Supersonic

30% (Do Not Use) Guillotine Horn Drill

--Fighting--

95% (Wide Lens) Flying Press Jump Kick

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Axe Kick Circle Throw Hammer Arm High Jump Kick Sky Uppercut Triple Kick Rolling Kick

80% (Compound Eyes) Cross Chop Submission

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Focus Blast

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Dynamic Punch

--Flying--

95% (Wide Lens) Aeroblast Air Cutter Air Slash Floaty Fall Fly

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Dual Wingbeat Sky Attack Bounce

80% (Compound Eyes) Bleakwind Storm

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Hurricane (Rain also works)

--Poison--

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Poison Gas Toxic (Being Poison-type works too)

80% (Compound Eyes) Gunk Shot

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Poison Powder Smog

--Ground--

95% (Wide Lens) Drill Run High Horsepower Mud Shot

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Bone Rush Bonemerang Bone Club Mud Bomb Precipice Blades Sand Tomb

80% (Compound Eyes) Sandsear Storm

30% (Do Not Use) Fissure

--Rock--

95% (Wide Lens) Diamond Storm Rock Tomb

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Meteor Beam Rock Blast Rock Slide Rock Throw Rock Wrecker Rollout Stone Axe

80% (Compound Eyes) Head Smash Stone Edge

--Bug--

95% (Wide Lens) Fury Cutter Pin Missile String Shot

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Skitter Smack Megahorn

--Ghost--

90% (Zoom Lens) Poltergeist

--Steel--

95% (Wide Lens) Metal Claw Steel Beam

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Meteor Mash Steel Wing Gear Grind Metal Sound Mirror Shot

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Iron Tail

--Fire--

95% (Wide Lens) Fire Fang Sacred Fire V-create

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Blast Burn Blaze Kick Heat Wave Overheat Pyro Ball Blue Flare Fire Blast Fire Spin Will-O-Wisp

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Magma Storm

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Inferno

--Water--

95% (Wide Lens) Razor Shell Steam Eruption Triple Dive

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Aqua Tail Crabhammer Hydro Cannon Clamp Muddy Water Octazooka Origin Pulse Whirlpool

80% (Compound Eyes) Hydro Pump

--Grass--

95% (Wide Lens) Chloroblast Razor Leaf

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Frenzy Plant Leaf Storm Leaf Tornado Leech Seed Matcha Gotcha Sappy Seed Power Whip Seed Flare Syrup Bomb

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Sleep Powder Stun Spore

55% (Gravity + Wide Lens) Grass Whistle

--Electric--

95% (Wide Lens) Electroweb Supercell Slam Thunder Fang

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Charge Beam Thunder Cage Thunder Wave Bolt Strike

80% (Compound Eyes) Wildbolt Storm

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Thunder (Rain also works)

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Zap Cannon

--Psychic--

95% (Wide Lens) Glitzy Glow

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Mystical Power Psycho Boost Psyshield Bash

Zen Headbutt

80% (Compound Eyes) Kinesis

60% (Gravity) Hypnosis

--Ice--

95% (Wide Lens) Glaciate Ice Fang Icy Wind

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Freeze Shock Freezy Frost Frost Breath Ice Ball Ice Burn Ice Hammer Icicle Crash Triple Axel Mountain Gale

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Blizzard (Hail/Snow also works)

30% (Do Not Use) Sheer Cold

--Dragon--

95% (Wide Lens) Spacial Rend

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Draco Meteor Dragon Tail Dual Chop Eternabeam Roar of Time Scale Shot

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Dragon Rush

--Dark--

95% (Wide Lens) Baddy Bad Night Daze Snarl

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Ceaseless Edge Ruination

50% (Gravity + Zoom Lens) Dark Void

--Fairy--

95% (Wide Lens) Strange Steam

85-90% (Zoom Lens) Fleur Cannon Light of Ruin Nature's Madness Play Rough Sparkly Swirl

80% (Compound Eyes) Springtide Storm

70-75% (Compound Eyes + Wide Lens) Sweet Kiss

[limayde]

Beat the water trial, but not without some losses along the way.

Carmilla the Lunala died like 5 minutes after I made the last post fghjklkj, to a flying Krookidile.

Sly the Servine flew too close to the sun after so many clutch moments. Finally got taken out by a Mega Absol with Iceburn.

Chimichanga the Scolipede (named by Jt) died fighting Dexio. I don't remember what killed her fghjklkj

Regirock the Dragon type Registeel (named by Henry) got killed by just the meanest Torterra I've ever seen.

Orb the Skiploom (named by Henry) stuck around for a bit! I found a store that sold Ability Capsules and she got fucking Parental Bond???? I got too eager upon seeing that and she died almost immediately after.

Fruit Salad the Cottonee had been around since Hau'oli city, got killed by a Scizor with Horn Drill right after I finished the water trial.

Current team!

Hotaru is still a beast. Just changed her ability to Adaptability to make Sunsteel Strike even more of a nuke than it was before.

Storm outspeeds basically everything. He almost never struggles and I can always rely on him. Really hoping to hold onto him since he's been with me the longest ever since I lost Sly.

Missile's still great. I mean. They're a Mega. Of course they are.

Pudding (named by Jt) has Primordial Sea, and even though she isn't weak to Fire, it's still come in handy quite a bit! Also for some reason when I do a Z move with Seed Flare it turns into a Steel type attack. Very strange! But not unwelcome.

Jeanne (named by Rachel) is a delicate flower. On one hand she has Wonder Guard, but on the other she has so, so many weaknesses. She can't take a hit from anything or she'll probably die! Learned that the hard way and now my only Focus Sash is gone. She has a Chople Berry for now until I find another one. She also has Spore and Nightmare which is funny.

Grooss (pronounced Gross) (named by Toast) is fairly new. Caught 'em early on but hadn't bad the chance to use them 'til now. Gave her the Black Sludge and that's been neat!