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B I R T H

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i'm always scared you're just a figment of my imagination

★ bsky | ko-fi | ig | prints ★

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

(Not pictured the SECOND Caleb that I pulled) I unfortunately used all the diamonds I was saving for this event but the quint banner is what I’ve been waiting for so it’s fine!

All I need now is the Sylus card and I’ll have all of my favorite cards from this event!!!

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"Have you never dreamed of me?"

"Before I was sealed away, I did dream of you."

The flower petals have carried you into this dragon's dreams.

Then this dragon will wait every night longing for the wind and petals to arrive.

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I have now beaten level 6 of all three core hunt stages (thank god it’s Sunday and I can access all of them) so from here on out, I can get gold protocores!!!

Wooooooooooo!!!

I had to use all of my current protocores recourses to do it but I think it’ll be helpful in the long run to have unlocked those gold protocores finally.

Special thanks to Foreseer Zayne and Fresh Paint Rafayel for holding it down!!!

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*shaky hands* never doubted myself for a second

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Y’all think I can crush this???

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I have been trying to figure out how to get gold protocores for a while now and it just occurred to me to google it. I’m not level 7 in the hunt yet. That would explain it! Now I’m just wondering how long it’ll take to get enough protocores to do some actual damage!

Better question is, how do you guys who are f2p players get your memories past level 50. It feels like I can’t get a lot of the potions from Heartbreaker to upgrade my cards anymore

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It occurred to me suddenly that I haven't updated my masterlist in a hot second so I just did! Sorry to anyone who clicked on it and there were only like three things in it lol

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✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Sylus cooking is more of a special occasion thing. Picture this: Sylus, soft flamenco guitars in the background. He's got a half apron on, one too many of the buttons on his shirt is undone, his sleeves are folded up to the elbow. His knife gleams in the low yellow light of the kitchen as he makes you dinner.

Sylus is more likely to just have his private chef make you exactly what you want. If you have a craving, he's ordering it. If you want to go out instead of eating in, he'll take you out to a restaurant after taking you shopping for something to wear first.

Despite his never cooking, Sylus remembers what foods you do and don't like. He'll push his strawberries onto your plate because he knows you like them. He'll tell the chef to avoid certain foods because you don't enjoy eating them. His mind is a steel trap and what makes you happy or unhappy is one thing that is never getting out.

Sylus enjoys watching you eat. It's a little creepy but he manages to pull off looking hot while he does it. Something about providing for you really does it for him. Every time you look happy while eating something either he made or he got for you, it gives him a satisfied feeling that he can't get anywhere else.

Sylus often likes to decompress after dinner with a glass of wine. In the winter, he likes doing it by the fire. In the summer, by the large windows overlooking the N109 Zone. Either way, he prefers to have you beside him while he does it. Whether you're reading, playing on your phone, watching a movie, it doesn't matter. He has a lot of lost time to make up for, just these quiet moments with you are perfect.

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I just finished Homecoming wings and OOOOOOOOOO boo. Caleb girlies, I get it. But also Caleb, I need you to go take a lap real quick. Your crazy(tm) is showing.

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Yours To Ruin…

Warning: sounding, sub!Rafayel, crying, multiple orgasms, mentions of pegging.

AN: I need to speak my truth. Not only is Rafayel a bottom but he likes pain. I will hear NOTHING else. That man needs to get pegged and I am a monument to man’s hubris so I will write it myself!!!

Rafayel x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It had started out small. You grabbed a handful of Rafayel’s hair and he whimpered. You smacked his ass and he jolted but the flush on his cheeks as a little too red to just be embarrassment.

When you finally asked him, he denied it. “Who likes pain????” He scoffed but when you scratched his back a little too hard the next time he was inside you, he came in seconds and you knew he was a dirty liar.

It had taken even more time to get him comfortable with the idea that you were comfortable with the idea.

A gentle touch, a soft reassurance, eventually the panic you usually saw on his face eased and you could finally play.

When you finally had him tired up beneath you, he was beautiful. You’d been practicing your knot tying for weeks in anticipation for this and it was all paying off. Rafayel was the picture of perfection.

The ropes hugged his body, pushing his pecs out to your waiting gaze. His face flushed as he looked everywhere but at you.

You cooed and complimented and eventually, he leaned into your touch. You were going to hurt him tonight and you both wanted it. The only place you wouldn’t touch was his face. His sweet features. The way he always tucked his face against the palm of your hand. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, allow that to be changed. But the rest of him, that was free to ruin.

He eyed the small rod you had beside you. “Are you sure about this, cutie?”

You showed him the long sounding rod with a flourish. It was the length of his cock and bubbled down the expanse of it. He’d feel every inch of it once it was inside him. You were sure of it.

You admired his body spread out in front of you for a moment. If you were a better artist, you’d ask to paint him. But soon, you watched his impatience (or maybe apprehension) take over and he began to twitch. You smiled, ready to start.

Taking his cock in hand, you placed a soft kiss to the mushroom head. Rafayel swallowed audibly as you pressed kiss after kiss against his cock. When he’d had enough, he started to whine.

You grabbed the rod and held it against the slit of his cock. “Take a deep breath for me.” You said. When you saw his pecs press against the ropes, you started to push the rod in. The cold lube that couldn’t make it into him dribbled free to mix with his precum.

Rafayel grunted. His restrained thighs wiggled. His hips jolted but you held his cock firmly. You didn’t want to hurt him. Much.

Rafayel gasped with every inch that you fed into his cock. There was a strange fullness that settled deep into his stomach. Just before he could start complaining, the sounding rod pressed against something inside him and he screamed.

You gasped, eyes fastened to the way his back bowed in the ropes. His eyes rolled back as the rod continued to pressed into the spot inside him. He couldn’t move away, his hips bucked to get closer to the pleasure. All rational thought flew from his mind. The string to moans that came from him were pulled out of him by force.

You watched him fuck into your hand. You squeezed him tight and he shrieked. His cock squeezed around the rod inside him and he thrashed wildly.

“Rafayel, baby, are you-“

“Harder, squeeze harder.” He could barely get the words out.

You reached for the sounding rod and slowly began to thrust it. Rafayel only seemed to get louder.

You watched the way the sounding rod disappeared inside of Rafayel’s cock. If you used a bigger one, you might even see the impression of it fucking into him…

Rafayel’s head fell back into the pillows. Warm tears spilled into his hair as he gasped, eyes dazed and looking in the direction of the ceiling. He’d never felt something like this before and now that he had, he didn’t know how he’d live without it.

He’d always secretly wondered what it would be like to have you fuck him but fucking his ass didn’t feel like this. He’d had other lovers before and they’d never felt like this.

Here you were- still perfect, barely a hair out of place, and here he was- naked, shivering, and crying for more.

He finally looked down and saw it. The way the rod slipped into his cock. Felt the way it pressed inside of him. The jolt of pleasure.

Your fist squeezed hard enough to be painful and he came hard enough to see stars.

His body clenched down and his eyes rolled back. He collapsed into the bed as waves of pleasure were ripped from him.

You gasped as cum spurted out of his cock around the sounding rod. Rafayel whined, high pitched and needy, as you stroked him through it all.

He looked down at you with wet eyes. “Cutie, please. I just came.”

You ignored him. He’d picked a safe word before you’d started and all his whining didn’t sound like it.

You fucked the sounding rod into his cock. Rafayel cried out.

His hands flexed behind his back. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to push you away from his sensitive cock and keep your hand there forever forcing every bit of pleasure out of him. The tears flowed full force now as he sobbed between your rough strokes.

You cooed softly. He looked so pretty like this. Flushed red from his ears all the way down to his chest.

“I can’t. Please-“ he cried. His traitorous hips bucked into your hand. The cum covered rod slid in and out of him so easily, he was starting to see stars. He groaned.

You looked down at the wet mess he was making. “You’ll cum again.”

“Cutie, I can’t-“

“-Again.” You interrupted.

Rafayel shook his head. He couldn’t do that. He’d lose his mind. What was left of it at least. But with each thrust of the rod into his cock, he could already feel his fraying nerves lighting up again.

He panted, desperately trying to keep his sanity as you had your way with him. Why did he ever agree to this? You were sadistic. You were insane.

You were perfect and all he’d ever wanted.

“Rafayel.” Your voice pulled him out of his frantic thoughts. His eyes locked with yours as you squeezed him, hard. “Cum.”

Rafayel was powerless but to obey. He came hard. He couldn’t cry out, his voice ripped from him at the last second. He croaked, broken and pitiful as cum dribbled out of his cock onto your still moving hand and his reddened chest.

He shook under your fingertips and you felt powerful. You gently pulled the rod out of his cock and watched him collapse like a puppet with its strings cut.

He looked beautiful like this. Covered in his own cum and panting. Tears streaks down his red face. His hair plastered with sweat against his forehead. You couldn’t see them yet but you were sure there would be marks on his body where he’d pulled against the rope to get free.

You ran a hand against his chest and the muscles jolted under your touch. He was so sensitive. He looked so serene. But…

He wasn’t ruined. Not yet. You hadn’t pushed him to the brink yet. You admired his body for a long moment before you finally made your decision. You smiled. The poor thing looked exhausted but you weren’t done with him yet. You had all night.

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✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Zayne cooking is always a sight to see. Picture this, nice warm soft music (maybe classical or jazz), his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, a clean apron, maybe just a bit of flour on his cheek for that extra pizzazz. He looks as yummy as the food does.

Zayne is very meticulous about plating when he's trying to impress you. He doesn't have the time to do it often but when he does, he goes all out. Take a few pictures of the plate before you're at! He worked hard on the presentation.

More often than not, Zayne exhausted when he comes home from work and he tries to catch up on sleep when he has a day off. He doesn't really want to cook. He will if you ask him tho. He also doesn't want you to feel obligated to cook.

Zayne would rather just go to a restaurant and get something especially if it's a homey little cafe or mom and pop diner. There's something intimate about such a warm and cozy place that he loves to share with you.

Zayne also the type to clean as he cooks so there's very little to do after the meal is done cooking. Occasionally there's more dishes than he could handle between meal prep and getting the dish in the oven. He enjoys doing the dishes with you: you dry while he washes. The two of you in the gentle glow of the kitchen. The domesticity of it all. It reminds him just how lucky he is to get to share this life with you.

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Xavier always be like..

“every version of me belongs to you” 🥺

BUT NOT LUMIERE.. NOT THAT MFKER!!! 😡

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The bite of Xavier

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Crédits @Shanyi in Instagram

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