#Quintuple bunny

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Submitted by: Quickboot ~

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5 v 1

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

Rating: NC-17

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

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

Both fortunately and unfortunately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But why cheat, one may ask?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A simple mistake with dire consequences.

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

There was no way out of this besides punishment.

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

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

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

“‘Sweetie’?”

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

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

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

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

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

That was Rafayel all right.

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

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

“That’s just how he is.”

“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean–?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-Hey!”

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

Their footsteps approached and you could feel it.

That heat.

That scent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As you finished speaking, you found yourself shrinking back.

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

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

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

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

Especially not while Rafayel immediately broke into applause.

Even while each clap sounded more mocking than anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“–now.”

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t hesitate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A much later day.”

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

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

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

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

“That being said.”

Icy in an instant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Th-There Zayne?! Right now?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if Sylus cared.

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

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

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

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

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

Yet his words were only ignored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who said I was done?”

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

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

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

Even one besides him was one too many.

“Caleb…?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Caleb,” Zayne scolded.

“Bullshit,” Sylus scoffed.

“No,” Xavier hissed.

“Die,” Rafayel growled.

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

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

It was so much, too much.

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

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

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

And then Sylus began to clear his throat once more.

“Well men, shall we?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A truce is a truce!” Caleb cheered.

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

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

—————

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

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

thank you so much for reading !!! 🥰🥰

[bunnyunderthebed]

there are times when the screen upsets me. you know it's a part of the experience, ups and downs; can't win them all. doesn't stop it from bothering you.

"You're not the only one with sensitive ears around here, y'know," you say as you set your hand on my shoulder, grip firm but not meant to intimidate. i hadn't realized; with my ears covered it's hard to hear myself think most of the time. i'm sure that's what bothers you the most, that i got so used to shutting myself off from the world.

a check-in comes next. am i okay? did something happen today? have i had water? have i eaten? did i sleep well last night? do i feel feverish? before i know it my head is in your lap and you're looking me over, concerned. i regret not buying you that nurse's outfit for halloween, it suits you.

it takes some convincing but you eventually accept my insistence that i'm fine. i probably just need a break. you offer to take me on a drive, and i like the sound of that.

you don't get behind the wheel often anymore—i've got quintuple the miles under my belt and you enjoy having a chauffeur—but every now and again i'm treated to the passenger prince experience. the sun sets half an hour in and as the bare trees start to blur together in the darkness i start to feel it. just as dan mason threatens to choke me up, you break me out of my thoughts.

"Why do you do things that make you upset like that?"

i give you a bullshit reply, something about aggression and being a man. i can feel your unamused stare land on my face for a moment. you say you like me better as a bunny than as a man. i smirk, suggesting you might not like me being a bunny all the time.

"If that were true, do you think I'd keep you as my pet?"

[nemaliwrites]

(for the fic ask game)

a Bunny AU where Samantha brings back Ava. May or may not go horribly wrong.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bunny - Mona Awad Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ava/Samantha Heather Mackey Characters: Samantha Heather Mackey Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Writing Exercise, Quintuple Drabble, POV First Person, Reunited and It Feels So Good Series: Part 3 of The 3 AM Epiphany Summary:

Easier, now, to rewrite an old story than to bring a new one into existence. Easier to picture her: all that she was, all that she will be. Easiest of all to put pen to paper.

--

@serrafew you know me too well :')

[nostalgic-muffins]

Hi hiiii

I wanna hear ‘bout your ocs :3

UHM OMG HI i already answered bookies ask here but i can get more specific !! ill js talk about house

house is basically the first gen and by that i mean theyre my first set of ocs . that i made in my gacha phase in 2020 . you can kill me now.

anyway i ended up redesigning and changing them to my liking and i changed a lot like a lot a lot (oliver used to be named otis, tommy used to be named tuffy etc etc)

star is half bear, half human (she js has bear ears and a bear tail) (i made her a bear in 2020 bc i thought there werent enough bear gacha ocs 💀) shes super friendly, owns a telescope, and ends up taking light to the local planetarium likr once a week also shes 15. even more also her parents are dead

oliver is a wolf boy who likes annoying his twin sister, noa. noas also a wolf and they both have heterochromia! he likes hot sauce and hes likr. an older brother figure to max i spose

noa is stars best friend !! shes smart and always on top of her classes (she ends up having to tutor her brother). she always does her best to keep max on his toes and she likes inviting nina over to their house often. her and max are both 15 and guess what!!!! their parents are dead!!!!

max is the resident twelve year old and hes the only full on human in the house for some reason . on his 12th birthday, he had a huge argument with his mother, which is when she disowned him. max ended up wandering town for like a day until stars awkwardly social ass became his friend in like 20 minutes and then she took him home so he basically got adopted by a random girl he met on the street. hes also really loud and he likes ramen noodles

cassidys a half cat girl! she loves collecting lipstick and she also likes kissing girls. noas the person you go to for help but cassidys the person you go to for. not help. shes absolute bestest friends with tommy and max. shes 16 and guess what her parents also disowned her i think im noticing a pattern guys

tommy is a half dog, half human guy ^^ he works at a mechanic shop after school and on weekends. hes like the opposite of cassidy in which shes super intense and hes super chill. shes an agent of chaos and hes an agent of "okay maybe we should take a deep breath". hes the ying to her yang you cant have one without the other yk. hes 17 and his parents are also DEAD!!!!

light is a half wolf boy . he gets bullied a lot and stars like his bestest friend. he likes dark stuff, window shopping at the mall, and buying vinyls for the record player in the living room. he works at the mall food court too! hes 15 and also his mother abandoned him as a baby wow guys i think these kids have family problems

nina is human/bunny/alien. literally no one knows where she came from like she js showed up one day when she was six. she has three sisters (triplets but four idk what theyre called. quintuple ??? idk) who are actually humans idk star doesnt wanna offend her and ask why . shes noas other best friend, likes ballet, and her skin changes with her emotions! she is bodily 16

so essentially they all live together (minus nina she just hangs out at their house a lot) in an abandoned house in the forest they renovated . theyre like if the hype house werent tiktokers and were like a found family idrk

[ladysunamireads]

Happy Valentine's Day, Hero

happy valentine's day, hero by tsunderestorm

Kotetsu and Barnaby celebrate their first Valentine's Day.

Words: 500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Tiger & Bunny

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Barnaby "Bunny" Brooks Jr., Kaburagi T. Kotetsu

Relationships: Barnaby "Bunny" Brooks Jr./Kaburagi T. Kotetsu

Additional Tags: Quintuple Drabble, Valentine's Day Fluff, Post-Canon

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44205856

[ohmyohpioneer]

my best friend’s brother is also on this snowy vacation queliot headcanon:

So I just got back from a snowy vacation and I was a little winedrunk on the plane and I thought (and consequently typed) a truly idiotic headcanon. 

Quentin is invited (ok bullied into but with good intentions) last minute by his friend, Margo, to come on her big annual ski trip and even though he doesn’t ski because his parents never had the money he says yes because it feels nice to be invited and, well, he likes Margo. It can’t be that bad, right?

Except that it kind of can because he didn’t realize Margo’s older brother, Eliot, is also invited (why did this not occur to him because of course he is) until Eliot steps out of the car, all regal and long legs in a crazy expensive but ok pretty cute Canada Goose parka.

And he knows Eliot. It’s not like they’ve never met before. Which is kind of the problem because Quentin inexplicably just really likes him. I mean, yeah, he’s attractive, sure, but the last time he went to one of Margo’s parties they ended up talking and laughing for, well, a long time and it was all knocking knees and shared bottles of tequila. And Quentin–

But it’s all beside the point because Margo is a good friend and Eliot is off limits and absolutely unattainable for someone at Quentin’s level. Also potentially involved with that guy Mike - who has bad hair - regardless. Just. Not anyone he should be sweating.

And ok. Eliot seems delighted - which is not a word Quentin uses with any sort of frequency - to see him and gives him a hug. A big one. Like, the kind with great arm pressure? And a shoulder sniff? Fuck, Quentin is weird. God. Why can’t he be normal?

But of course Eliot is charming and immediately they’re all in the little rented chalet with hot toddys heavy on the toddy (assuming that’s the whiskey part), and he really needs to keep himself in check.

Quentin’s only frame of reference for ski lodges or ski culture or whatever is from movies, namely romcoms, and it seems exactly right that the rented chalet is tiny and there are only a few, cosy (the rich word for cramped) rooms and he ends up sharing a room with Eliot. It’s a bunk bed because sure. And Eliot immediately claims the bottom (“I am a top in all other realms” he smirks and is that flirting or just witticism?)

Josh and Margo and Penny and Julia all immediately go to the double and triple and quintuple diamond and rhombus hills (it is all utter nonsense terminology to him and maybe this is what people feel like when he talks Fillory) but Eliot stays with him while he rents skis and insists on joining him on the bunny hill (“It’s where all of the cute instructors are. All you have to do is ask about the french fry pizza technique and Marcel, who is here for the winter from Switzerland, is buying your après aperitifs.”)

Quentin falls. A lot. But Eliot laughs and picks him up and it’s sort of okay. But cold. People like this?

They call it early because “the chalet is calling, and so is an adequately made, intensely overpriced cocktail” (Eliot, not Quentin)

Somewhere around day three, with less falls and a lot of Eliot insisting he’s ready for at least one of the lesser diamonds, he starts calling him Q.

Quentin (Q) absolutely does not blush when Eliot cheers and hugs him in a clacking frenzy of skis when he makes it down his first real hill without so much as a stumble.

They’re all very drunk and playing the Forehead Game, pieces of masking tape stuck to their heads, names written in disorderly Sharpie letters (person, fictional or real rules: no you are not real, yes you can talk, yes you are animated, fine yes, you are the Brave Little Toaster, you cheater) when Josh and Margo start making eyes and not-so-subtly tell each other that Margo is Jon Snow and Josh is Kylie Jenner so that they can “sneak off” (stumble out of the room making out with disturbing vigor) to do whatever it is they plan on doing (subtle)

And Penny and Julia decide to go on a starlight walk or some uber-saccharine romantic beautiful thing

And then it’s just. Quentin and Eliot. And a lot of wine. In front of a cracking fire in a moonlit chalet and they slump even further in their chairs by the mantle and they’re talking about something so inconsequential and great (“Ugh. Margo usually has flawless taste in friends but Back to the Future III?? No one with any decency is allowed to like that movie, Q.”)  and fuck Quentin is giggling and they’ve fallen to the floor (“How can you have not read any of the Harry Potter books?”) and if his head lolls just a fraction closer to Eliot’s wild curls, it’s because of some sort of scientific, magnetic pull or something.

He’s pretty sure that Eliot is leaning forward, or maybe somehow the wooden floors have slanted, or-or the world has moved and slid him closer to Eliot - his face in particular. And lips. His lips are like just molecules away, and–

Penny and Julia. Back. Snow dusted. Glowing. In love or some shit.

He accidentally calls him El. It just happens when they’re both at the breakfast table drinking coffee one morning. (“Of course you like it black, Coldwater. All tortured 50s existentialist.” “Just shut up and pass me the butter, El.”) And Eliot doesn’t correct him, just smirks and sips daintily at his coffee (no sugar, lots of milk) and nudges the butter at him.

Quentin really likes the way Eliot says Coldwater. He just. Does.

It’s Vermont during ski season so there’s a giant snow storm. 

Obviously.

All that snow has knocked the power out. It’s getting increasingly cold inside the cabin the longer they’re without heating, and Penny and Julia Do the Brave Thing and venture out to see if they can scrounge up a generator or something to make this less miserable. Margo and Josh beeline for their room without a word and that’s that, apparently.

His bunk is fucking freezing.

He can hear Eliot on the bunk under him turning and turning. He wonders if he’s any warmer.

“Q. For the love of all things unholy, could you please get down here and help me generate some body heat before I go full Ötzi the Iceman. Not that a millennia of future generations wouldn’t benefit from seeing my beauty preserved in icy mummification- but I’m not that altruistic. Oh. And please bring all of the blankets you have.”

Eliot’s bed is. Really small. Well, it’s the same size as the top bunk, but with two people on it, it’s notably less spacious. Eliot is big spooning (as a verb), and Quentin is small spooning (silently freaking out), but it is really helping to keep the chill off. The four blankets Princess and the Pea style stacked on top of them probably aren’t hurting either.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, the heat must have kicked back in - or Penny and Julia had succeeded in their quest - because Quentin wakes, sweating, pushing off cover after cover after cover and Eliot has somehow lost his shirt (and Quentin quickly loses his shit), but mostly he just lays back down and doesn’t go back to his own bunk.

He wakes up again because there are lips on his shoulder.

Not like, random, disembodied dream lips. But specific lips.

Eliot lips.

It’s still dark outside.

Quentin had kind of forgotten that feeling? That one low, low in your stomach when you wake up in bed with someone, someone who is against you and kissing your skin and you feel warm and dazed and blissed the hell out.

But he definitely remembers it now.

And he turns and they are for sure, absolutely, 100% full-on making out now and it’s really small in this bed.

Somehow Quentin loses his shirt, too (Eliot is good at somehow misplacing clothing)

“Just making sure you’re warm, Q.”

“Yeah. Taking off my shirt is definitely helping.”

They wake up in the morning and it’s hot and sticky and the opposite of Ötzi and Quentin says so. 

Eliot agrees and doubles down.

They decide to stay in the chalet for the day while Margo and Josh and Penny and Julia spend their last day on the slopes. They drink hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps and Quentin hates it (the schnapps), but doesn’t tell Eliot, and Eliot loves it (burrowing into the couch with no clothes, but wool socks on, next to Quentin) but doesn’t tell Quentin.

“This hasn’t been that bad.”

[13thpythagoras]

me, earlier today: *commits murder (67 baby moths hungry to quintuple in size)* *sleeps* *awakes* *commits murder (30 ants certain there is food somewhere there isn’t food)* “Release the kraken! [*Kraken is released*] Next agenda item” *snacks*

Also, me: “I’m a good guy, not unhinged at all.”

truly, myself: *saves baby bunny’s life by pulling cat off it*

later, same cat: *eating same baby bunny*

also, me, later: *shakes fist at fate* “RIP baby bunny”

[redantsunderneath]

Short answer, brand management.

Long answer, I'd argue it was having a legible, of the moment image (the name helps) plus the illusion of omnipresence (earned through the performing arts/child star fame industry overachiever path - she was a youth Shakespeare troupe kid first!) so that when Spider-man Homecoming hit, her background had the holographic depth of a multi-field talent who just seemed everywhere. Sake It Up! is important as a career womb, but the show and the de rigueur associated pop-"stardom" didn't make her famous enough to launch from by itself (it was no Hannah Montana or High School the Musical, otherwise she would not have started the embarrassment that was KC Undercover, which thankfully no one remembers). In her early career, she seemed to take what she could get, as long as it created opportunities, so her dancing and model work begets this, which presumably begets a Disney show. This plus a lot of hustle begets higher level modelling, music videos and Insta-fame, which, along with the Disney connection, puts her in front of Feige. The modelling, teen star label, and social media canniness all combine to give her a salable identity, the music videos put her in front of demo eyeballs, all this all co-reinforces, then the MCU levels the whole thing up. But I think this would come off as hollow if it weren't for the apparent (somewhat illusory) vastness off her CV.

When Homecoming drops, the child star story was a good narrative model, but there was also a bunch of recent and contemporary high profile music video work for real pop stars (remember her throwing a knife through that teddy bear in Taylor Swift's Bad Blood? Bruno Mars' Versace on the Floor was in rotation when the movie was out) and the subsequent surprising success of the Greatest Showman increased her triple-threat vibe (quintuple?... let's see, there's actress, model, singer, dancer, Instagram personality/self-promotional artist...). Also, and I don't think I can stress how important this is, pop culturists could easily be prompted to remember that she won (by expertly managing the power axes of the situation) a huge social media culture war fight after E! accused her at the Oscars of looking like she smelled like "patchouli oil and weed." I still have no idea why she was at the Oscars in 2015.

Then Far from Home comes out and, lo, she's in both the OA second season at that crucial moment for Netflix where everyone has it and people would still watch anything and Euphoria, which was both "controversial" and on a bunch of top 10 lists of critics and industry people who like their TV all filmmakery. And, yeah, being post-reduction Lola Bunny in Space Jam didn't work out, but Dune, No Way Home, and Euphoria S2 worked for her this past year, solidifying that feeling that she's everywhere, but in cycles to keep the audience from burning out. This is subjective, but I'm pretty plugged in and I thought she was in more stuff than she actually is.

I don't think this is all cynical image management: I think she works hard and had a few things line up. She has gifts across a number of artistic disciplines, one of which is a very adaptable iconography and persona so that there's a pluripotentcy (her insecurity carries a fierceness within it - she's got a Beyonce: Year One quality at times) where she can convincingly play high school fragile, jazzy seductress, and eviscerating taloned queen of vengeance. But the fame is a product of her doing a lot of different things, managing PR, and (not by accident) managing to be in the right place at the right time.

what did Zendaya get famous for anyway, acting? singer? model? cool ass name?

[ilovemagetta]

Just a smol shout out on my favorite tumblrs.

Tbh, theses people are the reason why tumblr is a thing I look at often instead of the background like it almost did, so thank you to theses wonderful lads!

@bunny-carrothunter

@purplesce

@mirurko

@msdbzbabe

@tirasany

@incorrect-dragonball-quotes

@friku8706

@universalcrossover

@universe-six-quintuple

@coldphoenix

@littlepuku

Thank you all so much for makin tumblr worth downloading, making it okay to show my true side instead of hiding a persona love y’all!

💕😍💝

[cksmart-world]

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

March 31, 2020

WHY TRUMP HATES CORONAVIRUS

& WAFFLE HOUSE CODE RED

1- Donald Trump hates coronavirus because he can't spin it: “It's a low-energy virus with small hands.”

2- Because Ivanka can't make a buck on it. “Daddy, what about my designer “Ivanka” handbags? China doesn't want them anymore.”

3-Trump hates coronavirus because it doesn't respond to tweets: “You Loser Virus. YOU'RE NOTHING”

4- Because he can't bluff his way around it: “We are very, very prepared. In a minute, we'll have a vaccine. Did I say we were great? I'm a 10.”

5- Because he didn't believe those dicks at the NSA when they warned of the coming pandemic in January. “They are liars. Deep State bad people. We're gonna get rid of them.”

6- Trump hates coronavirus because Fake News sucks. “You are terrible reporters. Trying to scare people, just because everybody in Italy is dying. You're scum.”

7- Because science is bullshit. “I know a lot more than those scientists. A lot more. My grandfather was smart. I've been right a lot. It'll magically disappear.”

8- Because Obama did it. “We inherited everything bad from Obama. It was a broken system. All broken. It's really the Obama virus.”

9- Because it doesn't like Easter. “All of everybody loves Easter. It's special. We're going to open up. Everything will open up. Coronavirus can't stop Easter Bunnies.”

10- And Donald Trump hates the coronavirus because the stock market is tanking. “It'll come back, like in a second. We do numbers very well. Nobody does numbers like we do. We had the greatest economy in the world. Fucking virus.

WAFFLE HOUSE CODE RED; TOILET PAPER CODE BROWN

OK, this is bad. Waffle House almost never closes — not blizzards nor tornadoes; not terrorists nor the Ku Klux Klan can shutter these symbols of Americana. They stay open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. When they do close, you know it's cataclysmic. As such, Waffle Houses have become a disaster barometer for FEMA. The Waffle House Index shows Code Green when the local restaurant is open and Code Red when it’s closed. It's now RED, RED, RED. (No Wilson, we did not make this up.) As FEMA Director W. Craig Fugate said: “The Waffle House index doesn’t just tell us how quickly businesses might rebound – it also tells us how the larger community is faring.” Well, our emergency preparedness unit here at Smart Bomb determined to institute new codes valuable to public awareness during this trying time: Code White — when ski resorts close early causing people's heads to explode. Code Brown — when grocery store shelves are emptied of toilet paper by panicky people who fear... well, you know. And Code Black — for the scariest times, such as when President Trump says, “If we have between 200,000 and 240,000 people die, we will have done a very good job.”

WHEN FLU KILLED 675,000 AMERICANS

—World War I ended on Nov. 11, 1918. It claimed about 16 million lives worldwide, including 120,000 Americans (The U.S. didn't enter the war until April, 1917). The influenza epidemic of 1918-1919 killed 50 million of the world's 1.6 billion people. The U.S. population of 130 million was reduced by 675,000 flu victims — 555,000 more than perished in the war.

—In March 1918, more than 100 soldiers at Camp Funston in Fort Riley, Kansas become ill with flu. Within a week the number of flu cases quintupled, leading to 47 deaths, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).

—The first written report of influenza appears April 5, 1918, in a weekly public health report. It detailed 18 severe cases and three deaths in Haskell, Kansas. It quickly spread across the country.

—The end of World War I cases of influenza surged as people celebrated Armistice Day and soldiers begin to demobilize. In October, alone, 195,000 Americans died.

—That fall of 1918, the U.S. experienced a severe shortages of professional nurses when they deployed to military camps in the US and abroad. Trained African American nurses were not utilized.

—In November 1918, Salt Lake City officials placed quarantine signs on front and rear doors of 2,000 homes where occupants had been struck with flu. Utah had one of the highest death rates in the country.

—A third wave of influenza struck in the late winter and spring of 1919. In San Francisco, 1,800 flu cases and 101 deaths were reported in the first five days of January.

—More than 700 cases of influenza and 67 deaths were reported in New York City, triggering fear of a recurrence of severe flu activity.

—New cases diminished and the pandemic subsided with the coming of summer and warmer weather.

—Officials at Boston City Hospital requested a special appropriation of $3,000 from Boston Mayor Andrew James Peters to study treatments for the mysterious disease.

—Recent pandemics include: 1957 Asian flu; 1981 HIV/AIDS; 2003 SARS; 2009 swine flu; 2014 Ebola.

—“The panic-then-forget cycle was broken briefly in 2014, when Ebola tore through West Africa. President Barack Obama created a new office and established a special emergency fund to improve federal response efforts. His administration also launched a global initiative meant to help high-risk, low-income countries prepare for future outbreaks. By 2018, that progress had been undone by the Trump administration. The office was disbanded and the funds were rescinded, even as a second Ebola outbreak emerged in the Democratic Republic of Congo.” — The New York Times.

THAT WAS THEN, THIS IS NOW

Ever wonder if things would be different today if there were only three TV networks and no internet. Well, that was the case in 1973 when the Watergate scandal threatened to take down President Richard Nixon. Jill Wine-Banks, then a young attorney who served on the committee investigating Nixon during the impeachment proceedings, recently said that partisanship now is much worse than it was then. “We were all dealing with the same facts,” she said referring to the plethora of information sources now available. In the end, Nixon resigned after top Republicans abandoned him. It is interesting to note that it was a coverup that brought Nixon down and not the secret agreement — a quid pro quo — he struck with South Vietnam President Nguyễn Văn Thiệu to boycott the Paris Peace Talks before the 1968 election in exchange for enhanced power in Saigon. That could have been the difference in the Republican's razor-thin victory over Hubert Humphrey. But that was then. Now, of course, we have cable TV and scores of internet info sources, such as Breitbart and the Drudge Report. There are two Americas — one watches Fox and listens to Rush Limbaugh and the other is tuned to mainstream media, which includes The Washington Post and The New York Times. Back then, when political parties had power, someone like an eccentric real estate tycoon from New York with a reputation for bankruptcies and groping women would likely never have been nominated for president. That's progress for you.

Post script — Well, that's it for another week of pandemic lockdown hell — which for folks like Paris Hilton isn't all that bad because they have lots of mirrors in their houses. But seriously folks, this coronavirus thing is getting old and we've got a long way yet to go until we're free. But try to look on the bright side, it's better than Syria — uncounted old folks, women and children are being killed daily by bombs, bullets and famine. That's easy for us to ignore, especially when we've got our own troubles and HBO. When Wilson and the band get tired of watching the tube they jam, while honoring social distancing and drinking beer. Lately, they've been tryin' out all kinds of old stuff from the Glory Days. For example, they did a rendition of “Quicksand,” by Jesse Colin Young and the Youngbloods. They tried some Byrds stuff from Sweetheart Of The Rodeo, including “I Like The Christian Life.” They even took a swing at “Lawyers, Guns and Money,” by Warren Zevon. But if you're not a musician, like most of the staff here at Smart Bomb, it's more challenging to entertain yourself. We have done some reading, of course, including a new book on our disastrous war in Vietnam by Washington Post columnist Max Boot, called “The Road Not Taken: Edward Lansdale and the American Tragedy in Vietnam.” Unfortunately, our presence in Afghanistan and Iraq shows that we didn't learn much from our misadventure in Southeast Asia. Somebody soon will write a book called “American Tragedy in Afghanistan and Iraq.” Hey did you know the blockbuster political novel called “The Ugly American,” was based on Lansdale's role for the CIA in Vietnam before the place blew up? See what you can learn when you can't go to bars.

All right, Wilson, wake up the band and take us out with one of your new covers:

Quicksand closing in around my eyes Quicksand forcing me to realize Nothing that I see

Can get through this wall to me This wall of quicksand closing in around my mind Quicksand and I'm losing track of time

Talking about Quicksand...

[helloworlddemo1122-yahoopar-blog]

Cardi B’s ‘Invasion of Privacy’ Name Drops One of Beyonce's Pre-'Lemonade' Ballads About Infidelity

Cardi B’s debut album is finally here!

The 25-year-old rapper dropped her full-length debut, Invasion of Privacy, on Friday, which features several already established hits, as well as some more catchy club tracks, star-studded collaborations and pointed, fiery verses about a cheating man.

Cardi's song "Thru Your Phone" dives deeper into the themes of infidelity she rhymed about on "Be Careful," making many fans think the tracks are about her fiance, Migos rapper Offset, and infidelity rumors that have plagued the couple.

"Did you give it her raw? You love her or nah? You risk your whole home for a ho at the bar?" Cardi rhymes on "Thru Your Phone," giving off serious Lemonade vibes and even name-checking one of Beyonce's early ballads about infidelity in the process. 

"Beyonce on my stereo, 'Resentment' on repeat," she rhymes, referencing the 2006 track. 

And that's not the only Queen Bey reference on the album. On "Best Life" with Chance the Rapper (who rhymes about getting a "pep talk from 'Yonce"), Cardi boasts that she "took pics with Beyonce / I met Mama Knowles," possibly referring to when the two met at the Made in America festival back in September. Plus, on "Money Bag," Cardi notes, "With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé."

During an interview with Ebro Darden on Beats 1 on Apple Music on Thursday, Cardi was asked about the rumors that she’s expecting her first child with Offset -- but she didn’t give much of an answer. “Well, you know, I just feel like people have to tune in a little bit on my album, and they will know a little bit more,” she teased. “Because it’s like, I can’t address all the rumors and everything.” “I have been so open to people about myself. People cannot expect me to open [up] about everything. Certain things to me, it has to be private,” she continued. “You cannot invade my privacy. I’m not a damn animal at the zoo that you just can see everything. No.”

Cardi, a Bronx native who got her start through viral fame and on the VH1 reality series Love & Hip Hop: New York, broke through last summer with her massive hit “Bodak Yellow,” which was certified quintuple platinum and topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart for three weeks straight, even de-throning Taylor Swift.

Since the release of her breakout single, Cardi has made feature appearances on several hit tracks -- including Bruno Mars’ “Finesse” remix, Migos’ “Motorsport,” and G-Eazy’s “No Limit” -- as well as dropping three more singles prior to the release of Invasion of Privacy: “Bartier Cardi,” featuring 21 Savage, “Be Careful,” and another collaboration with Migos called “Drip.”

Cardi teased Invasion of Privacy’s full track list on Wednesday, which also previewed the collaborations with Chance the Rapper, SZA, Kehlani, YG, Bad Bunny and J Balvin.

TRACKLIST ...more surprises when the album drop 😉any questions you have don’t Ask me ! You will find out on FRIDAY😘

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Back in February, the rapper opened up to Cosmopolitan about her decision to stay with Offset despite rumors of his infidelity.

"It's like everybody is coming down my neck like, 'Why are you not leaving him? You have low self-esteem,'" Cardi said. "I don't have low self-esteem… I know I look good. I know I'm rich, I know I'm talented. I know I could get any man I want -- any basketball player, football player. But I want to work out my s**t with my man, and I don't got to explain why." See more from the candid interview in the video below.

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