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•｡ꪆৎ i want your friend, i’m allowed to switch!

Caitlyn looked fucking divine like this.

Naked, flushed, wrists bound to the headboard with Vi's belt, her hair dark mess against the pillows, her thighs already trembling from anticipation. Her lips were parted, chest rising in uneven breaths as you hovered over her- still fully dressed save for your panties, which were practically soaked.

You sat between her legs, the heat of her body radiating against your skin. Her eyes flicked down to your fingers, teasing over her inner thigh- light, slow, maddening.

"Y/n..." her voice cracked softly, needy. "Please."

From the armchair in the corner, Vi sat with her legs spread comfortably, her expression relaxed but sharp, like a predator enjoying the show. Her toned arms were folded across her chest, one brow cocked. You could feel her eyes all over your body- watching the way your fingers brushed teasingly close to Caitlyn's cunt but never touched it directly.

"Mmh," you hummed, dragging a slow finger along Caitlyn's inner thigh again. "You want something, baby?"

Caitlyn nodded, helpless.

Your eyes didn't leave hers as you slipped one finger between her folds. She was already drenched, embarrassingly so, the wet sound loud enough to echo. You dipped lower, dragging the pad of your finger through her slick with agonizing slowness, stopping just short of her entrance.

Caitlyn's hips bucked. "God- y/n, please," she breathed, voice raw, desperate.

You smirked, brushing your lips over the shell of her ear. "So needy already... amd I've barely touched you."

On the other side of the room, Vi let out a low whistle. "Didn't think prim and proper Piltover's finest could beg like that," she teased, voice husky. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, one hand sliding lazily down between her thighs, paling herself over her boxers. "You got her real pretty like that, Y/n."

Caitlyn whimpered, tugging helplessly at the belt binding her wrists. Her chest heaved, nipples flushed and hard, practically aching for attention. You leaned down and took one into your mouth, tongue swirling slow and purposeful while your fingers finally circled her entrance.

She moaned loud- too loud- - and Vi chuckled from her chair. "Careful, cupcake. Keep that up, and I might have to come over there."

You look over your shoulder, eyes locking with Vi's. "You say that like it's a threat."

Vi's smirk grew, sharp and crooked. "Not to you."

With a single push, you sank two fingers into Caitlyn. She cried out, hips lifting off the bed, leg trembling as you curled your fingers just right. Her walls clenched around you, slick and right, and you kept your eyes on Vi while you fucked Caitlyn slow, deep, like you had all the time in the world.

Vi watched with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, hunger burning in her gaze. Her hand moved lower, finally slipping into her boxers, and you saw her jaw flex slightly as she touched herself.

"Mmh- she's so tight," you purred, grinding your plam against Caitlyn's clit as she arched beneath you. "Feels like she's about to cum already."

"Y/n-fuck, I can't -" Caitlyn's voice broke into a whimper, her back bowing off the mattress.

You didn't stop. If anything, you doubled down. "You can. You will," you whispered against her lips. "Cum for me, Cait."

Her body seized with a long, drawn-out moan, thighs trembling violently as she came hard around your fingers. You didn't stop fucking her until she was twitching, tears in her lashes, chest heaving.

You pulled your fingers out slowly, teasingly, bringing them to your lips. "So good for me," you murmured.

Vi stood up from the chair in one fluid motion, tossing her boxers aside as she approached the bed. "Alright," she said, her voice low and heavy, hands already gripping the leather harness. Her movements were fluid, deliberate, as she strapped it on with a smirk tugging at the edge of her lips. The cock she chose was thick, smooth, a deep violet shade that glistened slightly in the dim light.

Your thighs were still trembling from grinding Caitlyn through her orgasm, but Vi's voice snapped your attention toward her like a whip. You looked back at her, lips parted, breath ragged.

"Get on your knees," she said,tone dark with command - but her eyes? Her eyes dark with fire.

You obeyed without thinking, climbing forward on the bed and bracing yourself on either side of Caitlyn's body. Her chest was still rising and falling with ragged, sensitive breaths, but her arms wrapped around your waist like muscle memory, pulling you down until your breasts brushed against hers. You felt the heat of her body under you and the slight twitch of her overstimulated thighs beneath yours.

"Don't worry, Cait," Vi muttered as she climbed onto the bed behind you, one palm dragging up your ass, kneading it slowly. "You’re still the pillow princess tonight. But now it's my girl's turn."

You gasped as the tip of Vi's strap nudged between your folds, already soaked. She slid it up and down your slit, gathering your slick along the length, teasing you until your hips rocked back into her.

"Jesus, Y/n," Vi muttered, voice tight, "you're fucking dripping."

"Then stop teasing," you bit out, looking at her over your shoulder.

Vi grinned, grabbing your hips in both hands. "You asked for it."

With one slow, firm thrust, she pushed into you. Your body jolted, mouth falling open in a silent moan. The stretch made your thighs quiver, your fingers curling into the sheets beside Caitlyn's shoulder, Caitlyn cupped your face gently, her touch soft in contrast to Vi's hard grip behind you.

"Fuck-Vi," you breathed, eyes fluttering shut. "Harder..."

She didn't need to be told twice.

Vi's pace built fast, brutal-snapping her hips into you with controlled, punishing rhythm. Skin slapping against skin, your moans quickly turned into cries, gasps choked out against Caitlyn's neck as she held you tightly.

"You sound so pretty when you're getting fucked, darling," Caitlyn whispered, her lips brushing your cheek as she held you tighter. "Does it feel good?"

You could only nod desperately, mouth open, whimpers falling freely now.

Vi leaned forward, chest against your back, breath hot against your ear. "Kiss her."

You blinked, dazed. "W-what?"

Vi's hand gripped your jaw and tilted your face back toward Caitlyn. "I said her kiss her, babe."

Your mouth met Caitlyn's without hesitation-soft, slow, then hungrier as her lips parted beneath yours. Her tongue slid against yours, needy and greedy, as her fingers clawed into your hips. The kiss was wet, sloppy with desperation, teeth clashing slightly as you whimpered into her mouth.

Vi groaned at the sight, watching your tongues tangles as she continued to thrust deep into you, angling upward to hit every spot that made your back arch and your toes curl. You pulled from Caitlyn's mouth with a cry, forehead pressed to hers, moaning louder and louder as your release built fast.

"Fuck-I'm gonna -" you gasped.

"Cum for me," Vi growled, thrusting harder.

You shattered around her with a strangled moan, your whole body twitching as the orgasm tore through you, slick dripping down your thighs, soaking Vi's strap and Caitlyn's stomach. Caitlyn whimpered underneath you from the feel of it, and you realized she was grinding up against your thigh.

"I-I can't," Caitlyn whimpered, her voice nearly broken. "I need-please- again..."

You reached down, hand still shaking, and circled her clit with soaked fingers. It took seconds- seconds- before her eyes rolled back and she came again with a sob, legs locking around your waist, her whole body clinging to yours.

Vi let out a low whistle, slowing her thrusts until she stilled inside you, watching the two of you unravel.

"Shit..." She exhaled, brushing sweaty hair from your back. "You two are unreal."

You collapsed forward, your face buried in Caitlyn's neck, both of panting and trembling as vi gently pulled out. Her hands were soft now, soothing over your hips.

"You good?" She asked, kissing your spine gently.

You nodded weakly, still sprawled across Caitlyn's flushed body. Caitlyn hummed beneath you, her fingers lazily running down you back.

"I think," Caitlyn murmurs, breathless, "next time.. I want to be in your spot."

Vi laughed softly,stretching out beside you both, her hand tracing lazy circles on your lower back. "You sure, cupcake? Might break you."

Caitlyn huffed a tired laugh, still holding onto you. "Let's find out."

You smiled, nuzzling into her neck, heart still pounding but full, warm, and sated between them. "I'm game... if I get to watch this time."

Vi grinned, voice low. "Deal."

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⚠️ blood, eye contact

Title- sleep paralysis demon

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Not my art

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Craziest part is, the same people that will judge safe, CONSENSUAL relationships, are the same people that will turn a blind eye to obvious abuse in marriages.

"What did you say to him to make him do that?"

"Oh, he just gets a little angry sometimes, you're overreacting,"

"If you call the police on him, you'll ruin his life,"

Are all genuine sentences me and my mother have heard when addressing my father.

It's sad that abuse in marriages is so normalized and rationalized. "That's their marriage, their business. It's not the place for anyone else to interfere."

Then suddenly when it's two happy, consenting adults, you don't want to "mind your business" anymore? "That's sick. How can you like that?"

Makes absolutely no sense to me. And I personally don't think it ever will.

You look at us and are so quick to throw your stones.

Abusers. Freaks. Unnatural. Monsters. Weak. Pathetic. BDSM is Wrong.

Wrong, how?

How is it wrong to want to know ourselves more deeply? To seek connection that goes beyond the surface? To touch and be touched in ways that awaken the heart, that make the skin hum and the soul stretch toward something bigger, something raw and reverent and real?

You sneer at what you do not understand, because understanding would require effort. Empathy. Willingness. And you’re not willing, are you? You don’t want to look behind the curtain. You don’t want to see that we are not broken. That what we do is not senseless violence or cruelty.

You want to believe your judgment is the truth. That it’s simpler to call us names, to paint us with the filthiest brush you can find, than to admit that what we share is something you could never dare to even comprehend.

Because here’s the truth you don’t want to admit—

There is beauty in this.

There is poetry in the way a submissive offers themselves up, trembling but willing, eyes bright with trust and devotion. There is sacredness in the silence between a bound body and the whisper of rope tightening across skin. There is love - yes, love - in every practiced stroke, every carefully drawn line between consent and surrender, pain and pleasure, dominance and devotion.

You think this is abuse dressed in leather.

But let me ask you something. Do you know the level of trust it takes to kneel? The courage it takes to give up control? Do you know what it means to hear someone whisper their safe word and stop immediately, because their comfort and safety comes before your ego?

No. You don’t know. Because if you did, you wouldn’t dare compare what we do to abuse.

Abuse is abuse because it violates consent. Because it isolates, controls, and strips away agency. And I’ll remind you that abuse happens in marriages, in friendships, in families, and in every corner of life. It is not the rope that makes it abuse. It’s the absence of consent. And BDSM, at its very core, is the opposite.

We create containers of consent and surrender, a sacred space where we hold each other through pain, through pleasure, through power. We build dynamics around trust so strong it would break most of you. We hold each other accountable. We talk. We care. We negotiate. We nurture. We grow.

So don’t you dare compare that to abuse.

This is not about broken people. This is about brave people. People who have the courage to say, “This is who I am. This is what I need. This is how I want to give myself to someone, or be held.”

So do not drag us into your narratives of shame because it’s easier than facing the depth of our care, the artistry of our control, the boldness of our honesty.

So call me wrong again. Call me perverse. Call me abuser. Call me twisted.

And I’ll tell you this—

I have held a sobbing women in my arms after their first cathartic release. I have kissed trembling hands as they learned what it means to trust again. I have whispered, “You are safe now,” to someone who had never known what safety felt like.

So you don’t get to brand that as ugly. You don’t get to erase the beauty we have built just because it does not look like your comfort zone.

The BDSM community is not new. We’ve always been here. And we’re not going anywhere.

So if you're going to judge us, at least have the courage to see us first.

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So freaking cool

THE HEARTACHE OF CHAOS - INFECTION AU Harmony Status :

We found a few...except. For one. We need to get a hold of the harmony stones and fast! Or atleast a cockatrice, I don't know how much longer the others can take the madness, it needs to be stopped, one way or another.

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Not my art but in love with pinkie pie here😭😭😭

rainbow later destroys her ram trying to generate to many flaming text gifs at once

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not my art

they love derpy :3

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Roasted Potatoes

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found a rock in the kitchen and as I was about to throw it in the trash I thought "wait this is cruel I should let it outside" as if it was a living thing

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If anybody wants to play modded Minecraft on essential lmk :000

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Hello!

You can call me Jacoh, and welcome to my little corner of the internet! I'm really heavy on writing, cartoons and video games, so expect to see a lot of posts about Star vs The Forces of Evil, What Remains of Edith Finch, and some personal writing!

About my personal writing, you may see it on AO3, but if you see it any other than Tumblr or AO3 that's not me and report it to me, please.

I am prone to disappearing off the face of the internet for prolonged periods of time and reappearing at the worst possible moment, so I do apologize for that.

I am sapphic, which means that the intended audience for most of my writing will be directed towards fellow sapphics. But, I will occasionally post about mental health, and that can be read by anyone.

This is an 18+ blog, so I do ask that minors do not interact through asks or any other manner.

Men and minors DNI!

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trans and queer people: i know this is awful. but please stay alive. do not let them wipe us out, do not let them eradicate us, do not give them the satisfaction.

stay alive and do it out of sheer fucking spite.

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This is so pretty :]

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