feirceangel · 8 months ago
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How about a feyd x reader where feyd has reader watch him in the arena to gain her favor. She is impressed with him and respects his prowess. Just before a huge match what if she goes to him and leaves a hand print in paint over his heart as her token rather than a sash like the others. This fires him up/ looks super cool on his skin.
Ooh I love this!! I did my own spin on it but I hope you still enjoy! :)
Imagine | Stained (Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen)
Word Count: 1,377
Warnings: biting
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Cheers rise into the polluted air on Giedi Prime, a torrent of frenzied noise which alerts you to the occurrence of yet another gladiatorial event.
You hadn't realized there would be one today. Normally, you notice the announcements and the crowds gathering to go see the festivities. You don't often join them.
Watching people fight to death. . . it's not a habit of yours.
Lately though, you've noticed how often Feyd has been mentioning his fights, never outright asking you to watch them but leaving plenty of hints.
Being from a wealthy family has its benefits, especially on a harsh place such as this. Ever since you've been here, you've tried to make the best of it and befriend as many native Harkonnens as you can.
This first, and dare you say only, friend-adjacent connection you've made has been with Feyd-Rautha.
His brother is too animalistic and angry for your liking, and the Baron is a ghastly man you do not like to interact with. Servants won't speak to you and the Mentat Piter is sickening in his sadistic tendencies.
So, to your surprise, you got to know Feyd the best out of them all.
He's brutal, yes. Menacing and violent as well.
And so alone.
Sure, he has his concubines: his pets that he plays with but soon grows bored of. And yes, he has his mockery of a family: a predatory uncle and a nasty brother.
Yet you can see past his façade of aloofness, see into his inner self. And what you see is a man forged by others into what he is now.
You see a hurting man who doesn't know anything close to true kindness.
So yes, he is wild and vicious. But there is an intelligence and cunning within those dark eyes that you have seen countless times. 
He's constantly observing, waiting for his moment to strike. He knows how to play his hand to benefit himself.
Despite his more undesirable traits, you'd dare call him a friend.
The cheering dies down as colourless fireworks burst in the air like ink stains. You watch them, casually leaning against the balcony railing.
Feyd finds you immediately, half undressed and still painted for fighting in the triangular colosseum.
"My lady," he rasps, approaching from behind slowly. "You did not watch the fights."
"It slipped my mind," you reply honestly. "Though I have no doubts you remain the champion, my lord."
His lips quirk upwards, "Naturally."
Your eyes roam over his blood splattered body, taking in the well-defined muscles which are decorated with paint. He's shirtless, how could you not stare?
He basks in your attention, cocky smirk never leaving his face. But it strains once you turn your attention away.
Feyd comes to lean against the rail beside you. You feel his eyes on you.
"You're coming to the next fight," he finally says once he realizes you're content to dwell in the silence.
You turn to face him with a smile, "Am I?"
His eyes narrow, voice quick and sharp, "Yes."
"You didn't ask."
Feyd tilts his head, "It's not a request."
"A command, my lord?"
"Yes," he repeats, leaning closer into your space. Your teasing tone is getting under his skin, you can tell. He's almost touching you now but you don't retreat.
This is the game you play.
"I suppose I can attend the next fight," you hum thoughtfully.  "Especially since you've requested it personally."
He backs away slowly and you force yourself into staying still even as you desire to chase after him. His close proximity is intoxicating.
As if he senses your inner battle, he grins and nods to you before sauntering away.
"I will put on a good show for you, my lady."
You find yourself alone, wishing he had stayed longer.
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It was not mentioned again, and now you find yourself in your room preparing for the event. You dress modestly, still unaccustomed to the fashions on Giedi Prime. A black dress does nicely, with your hair loose. 
You still have plenty of time before your attendance is necessary, but you traverse to the arena despite this. The hallways are as colorless as everywhere else, a maze of black and white. 
Feyd is being dressed as you enter the room. His sharp eyes betray a smidge of surprise which he masks underneath an air of haughtiness. 
The servants attending him walk on eggshells, knowing that any wrong move could cause their demise. 
"You may be dismissed," you say, addressing the servants. 
Their eyes flicker to you with uncertainty. The servants do not move until Feyd snarls, "Do as she says!"
Instantly, they are gone. 
And it's just you and the warrior. 
You approach him slowly, picking up the paint pot that the servant abandoned. Circling him, you note how his eyes never leave you, even when he has to twist his head to keep you in his sights. 
"My lord, I hope you can forgive my impertinence, showing up here unannounced."
"Don't be coy," he narrows his eyes, "You're not sorry."
"You're right," you chuckle, swirling the paintbrush through the inky paint. "I'm not sorry to see you, especially like this." 
You rake your eyes over his flesh, barely concealed by a cloth wrapped around his waist. He is truly a fine specimen of a man. 
"May I?" You ask, stopping in front of him. 
He inclines his head. He hadn't been expecting this, since you seemed intent on avoiding the fights entirely. 
You begin by painting the smaller rectangles across his chest and then move to his back. Your brushstrokes are slow, methodic.
He anticipates each cool touch as you meticulously paint his flawless skin. He wishes it was your touch he was feeling, your hands against his skin. He craves it.
Next, you adorn his abdomen, barely concealing the excitement you feel being this close to him. As you finish, he reaches for his clothes but you stop him with a hand on his arm. 
"I'm not finished, my lord."
Intrigued, he returns his arm to his side, staring you down. 
You coat the palm of your right hand with the inky black liquid, never breaking eye contact with Feyd. He doesn't stop you as you press your hand against his warm chest, right where his heart would be. 
You start to pull away, but he is quick to grip your wrist, keeping you in place. For a second, you are concerned that you went too far. Maybe this is the day he kills you for your insolence?
Instead, he lunges forward, catching you in a hungry kiss. He bites and takes, and you surrender with ease. A sense of relief and excitement floods your senses as you kiss back just as passionately.  
"It is fitting," he says once he parts from you. 
He watches as you slowly peel your hand from his skin, leaving a perfect handprint over his heart. 
"What is?"
"That you should mark me like this," he grins to reveal blackened teeth. "You are a stain on my heart."
"How so?" You're still breathless, allured by his gravelly voice. 
"All it longs for is your touch, you vixen."
You caress his cheek, "I'm just marking what I own. And once you're declared the victor, you can come claim what's yours." 
Your words ignite a fire in him and he starts forward but you step back. 
His glare is venomous, as if you just deprived him of oxygen. 
"You have a fight to win, Feyd. Shouldn't you be preparing?"
Turning, you begin to walk away. 
A rough hand snatches your shoulder, and a hot mouth is on your neck before you can blink. He bites down harshly, drawing spots of blood. The pain is expected when dealing with a man like Feyd, but it is still surprising. 
You really have gotten under his skin. 
He releases the pressure of his teeth and drags his tongue over the wound. 
"You needed a mark too, my sweet."
You turn and press a chaste kiss to the top of his head, "Go make me proud, Feyd. I shall see you in your chambers after the fight."
He lets you leave, watching with blood stained lips. 
"As you command, so it shall be."
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lazyvase · 2 years ago
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Fixing Spirits
If you follow Overwatch lore in any capacity, you'll notice an out of place element in the world's sci-fi rules. Among nano-technology, genetically altered gorillas, mechs, laser guns, hard light technology, AI, Omnics, and energy shields, there are also spirits. Two dragon spirits and a single fox spirit to be precise. For quite some time the presence of the dragon spirits have confused the Overwatch lore community, as they still have no explanation. Things only became worse when the fox spirit was introduced in Overwatch 2, indicating that these spirits were leaning more towards magic and fantasy than sci-fi. What's worse is that there has been absolutely no scientific reasoning for these spirits, despite even stranger and more mystical appearing abilities (such as Mercy's healing beam) getting scientific explanations (nanomachines). Fortunately, I am here to change that.
It is safe to assume to assume that the dragons and the fox spirit are similar entities, as Blizzard will most likely make it so that Kiriko taught the Shimadas how to get/use their spirits within the lore. Also the dragons and fox spirit seem to be visually similar.
One could theorize that perhaps the spirits are some form of nanomachines or hard-light due to some visual similarities. Now, it wouldn't be impossible for the Shimada Clan to obtain these technologies through illegal means in order to make dragons spirits, but the fox spirit is different. The fox spirit has clearly been a part of the Kamori family for generations. So how did this presumably middle-class family get access to expensive advanced technology before it even existed? As much as I would like a high-tech explanation for the spirits, there is none to be found.
But that doesn’t mean there is no sci-if explanation.
I believe that the spirits are a swarm of hivemind, highly intelligent microbes.
Now, I’m no microbiologist, but I do have an imagination.
A rare breed of bacteria (or any single-celled organism) is able to swarm together in massive quantities due to its ability to generate a hivemind between the microbes. This rare breed of swarming microbes (which I will give the placeholder name of "Sclera") can form itself into humongous (relative to a microbe), complex shapes, such as a fox or dragon. Sclera have become a bit more common due to hard-light emissions and nano-technology pollution in the air, as their presences contribute to the unique environment needed for Sclera to manifest in.
These Sclera Spirits are basically multi-cellular organisms with extra steps, but there are some key differences. Many Sclera have bioluminescence, causing the glow we see. Often times due to Sclera arrangements and quantities the spirits can be translucent, as there are not enough to look opaque constantly. Sclera can also disperse at any time, causing an visual effect similar to disappearing.
Sclera Spirits take the form of animals often through the interaction with said animals. The fox spirit came across a fox to get its form. The dragon spirits most likely encountered several different reptiles. As such, the spirits do have animalistic tendencies. So your headcanons about Hanzo and Genji's dragons acting like dogs can still work. And the fox spirit has made it abundantly clear that these spirits are living, feeling animals due to the fact that it clearly enjoys being rubbed, and hugged, and petted by Kiriko.
Now, for the abilities. Genji gets stronger sword strikes for his dragon fuses with the cellular structure of his (remaining) organs, muscles, and tissues in order to supercharge them. He and the dragon are one. Hanzo's dragon simply splits in two and shifts into a bigger form. The spirit charges in the direction of the arrow and the individual Sclera eat at the skin (or metal) of all that it touches.
Kiriko gets her own paragraph because most of her abilities use the fox spirit (I assume). I'm unsure if her healing ofudas use the power of the fox spirit , but if they do the Sclera most likely have the ability to also repair the broken connections between the cells, similar to Mercy's nanomachines. If the protection suzu uses the power of the fox spirit, then the Sclera temporarily reinforce the cells. Kiriko's swift step is clearly from the power of the fox spirit, and as such simply changes her genetic molecular structure and relocates it; akin to Moira's genetic molecular restructuring used for her fade and Reaper's shadow step. Kitsune rush has the fox spirit run forward output a cloud of Sclera into an area. The cloud takes the form of stepping stones and arches reminiscent of the shrine due to the spirit's connection with Kiriko, and that Kirko associates the fox shrine with protection and empowerment. The Sclera cloud has Sclera briefly fuse with allies in order to enhance their abilities through increasing their reflexes and speed.
There are two reasons why the fox spirit is stronger than the dragon spirits. 1. Kiriko has more spiritual training, allowing her to take full advantage of the fox spirit's power. I doubt Hanzo and Genji signed up for spirit lessons with Kiriko's grandma (and if they did Genji certainly would have not payed attention). 2. The fox spirit is older than the dragon spirits. As said above, the fox spirit has clearly been in the Kamori for generations. We don't know enough about the dragon spirits, (and Sojiro's tale is more about real dragons) so it's safe to assume the dragons came about during the era of hard-light and nano-machines.
TL;DR: The spirits are a bunch of germs in a trenchcoat.
And I like having the spirits be microbes mainly because spirits are said to be all around us and in everything, and microbes are all around us and on everything.
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m-myrddin · 1 year ago
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Conner “The Creature” Alzanar
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Roles: Member of The Council - Head of Translations - The Disciples right hand 
(He/Him) 
Patron Deities: Time, Earth, Music 
Creature, unlike the other members of the Council, has a very simple title. It derives from people seeing him as some other abhorred thing. His reputation for efficiency and brutality in a fight proceeds him, and those who hear of him are terrified of the unnatural Creature one day crossing their path. To them, the name is fitting. What else could commit something so heinous if not a feral Creature? 
 Fortunately for Creature, that is not the only origin for the title. In fact, he was called Creature before he was even a part of The Council. His twin sister and close friends affectionately dubbed him Creature in his younger years because of his animalistic qualities and his tendency to behave a little strangely and in a bit of a silly way. This is also why Creature is more commonly referred to as his title, unlike the other members of The Council.
Likes: 
Sugar Cane
Onions 
Deacon (his horse) 
Plants and the forest 
Music and dance
Dislikes:
Rat meat 
Donkeys (weird version of horses) 
Having to learn how to read 
Physical description: 
6��8
Built, but lean. Legs and thighs more built than upper body. Creature is built for dexterity and to move quickly and with efficiency. Little focus on strength since he is already abnormally strong. All of his muscles come from experience, not working out. Picture something slightly more akin to a viking build than a body builder. Strong arms, strong thighs, a little bit of weight in the stomach. Not overly muscly anywhere.
Sharp jaw, strong brow, many freckles, looks pissed all the time (not on purpose, his face is just like that). His pupils are constantly slightly slitted, an indication that he is something other. As he is higher in ranking, Creature has many traditional facial and ear piercings.
symmetrical eyebrow piercings
septum
symmetrical nostril
snake bites
Dhalia Bites
Bridge
Industrial
Triple lobe
helix, mid helix and forward helix
auricle
The jewelry he wears in these piercings is swapped out depending on the occasion. When in formal, traditional settings, he wears longer, looser, and more obvious jewelry (including the chain that connects from either lobe to his septum) to better define his rank. In a casual setting, he prefers to wear more spikes and long earrings. In the field, he keeps it to studs to reduce the chance of them being pulled out of his face during a fight (even though it is unlikely in the first place, considering the mask he wears that covers his whole face).
Covered in scars, mostly along his torso. Some of note are:
A large bite mark along the left side of his body. From a fight with a monster that grabbed him in its mouth and swung him around.
A large, 3 clawed scratch mark along his right thigh. Also from a fight with a monster.
Lashes along his lower back from chains when he was younger.
A small nick in his right ear along his helix
A sizable burn mark on his left bicep from an opposing Hunters magic
A puncture wound underneath his jaw, bottom of his tongue and on his right hand from a knife.
Another stab wound right above his left hip
Surgery scars along his ribcage after multiple of his ribs were broken
A brand between his shoulder blades, old and with a couple of newer scars overlapping it
Fun fact: Despite being the head of translations, Creature cannot read or write in many of the languages that he speaks. He learns, mostly, from being able to hear the language, and since he is “so busy” often doesn’t bother learning how to read or write in it. This has lead to many people he has spoken with throughout the years believing that he is illiterate despite his abilities to speak their language. Most people believe he cannot read or write in his native tongues either, despite that not being true.
Want to get a general feel of his vibe? Here are a couple songs from his playlist to get started:
Through Me (The Flood) - Hozier 
Cowboy Dan - Modest Mouse 
You want it Darker - Leonard Cohen 
Call me Little Sunshine - Ghost 
Want something a bit more detailed (or see some slight spoilers)? Or just want to keep up with updates on his character profile? 
Check it out here --> Conner “The Creature” Alzanar 
All photos were found on Pinterest. Know who the original artist is? Please tell me! I’d love to credit them. 
Known(?) artists:
Stephen Stelle (Photographer) - Picture of the woods
Modexistence (Artist) - Photo of dog
if you want any of these pictures removed, please don’t hesitate to tell me, I will remove them immediately. 
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devourmist · 2 years ago
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what does your muse smell like? his natural scents would be sea salt and pine trees. a hint of mint. if its raining, he can also very much get that wet dog kind of smell on himself. on bad days he will smell like dirt and blood. the smell of blood might linger more than others.
what do your muse’s hands feel like?  they're surprisingly soft; almost feminine to a degree. the length at which he keeps his nails to preserve his claws likely doesn't really help that impression. one would expect them to be all shrivelled up from the large amounts of time he spends in the water, but as an aquatic creature, his body is used to that and doesn't react in such a way.
what does your muse usually eat in a day?  while noah has to regularly feed on human flesh to not go into a frenzy at least once a week, he hunts for humans far more often than that. he rarely skips a day, sometimes he hunts even multiple times per day. that is because unlike most creatures, any other sustenance is not filling for him. he can enjoy the taste, and he's developed a certain oral fixation for having something in his mouth to keep his mind busy. in-between his proper meals, he likes to snack on smaller things, such as chips, candies, chocolate bars, but also some soft fruits, like peaches.
does your muse have a good singing voice?  no. not at all. i guess it's not awful but it's not really pleasant either. you could probably stomach it for a little while. unfortunately, noah likes to sing, so it won't be for just a little while, and he does not care if others like hearing him. his animalistic noises are more pleasant to hear— especially his orca songs.
does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?  he bites his nails. surprisingly, he's also rather easy to fluster because he's not used to receiving compliments or affection and therefore, doesn't know how to handle those. so he tends to freeze up and blush a little. if it's too much, he has the tendency to run away; usually into the ocean or the forest, whatever's closest.
what does your muse usually look like / wear?  he appears pretty casual. his clothing variety is very small because he doesn't buy nor steal a whole lot of them. at one point, he simply grabbed some pieces just for the sake of not running around the human settlements naked, and he's been wearing the same two or three outfits ever since, unless someone provides for him. at least his frequent swims keep them clean...? nonetheless, he prefers baggy clothes; likes to wear hoodies. since he's naturally colder than most creatures ( though not cold-blooded ) he doesn't get very bothered wearing extra layers even in warmer temperatures. still prefers walking barefoot, but if neccessary, he'll wear some simple sneakers.
is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?  surprisingly, very much so. though that naturally depends on the person he's with— he'll never be any level of affectionate with a stranger or someone whom he considers an enemy or prey. but if it's someone whom he's grown to enjoy, he'll constantly be in their personal space; leaning against them, pawing at them, etc. etc. he'll even try to cuddle up with them for sleep if the person allows ( purely platonic. he is now your big bad pet wolf ). unfortunately, this is a part of himself that he'll often deny if pointed out, and if he is called out on it, he will distance himself for some time out of spite... but it never lasts too long. his favorite are head pets, although he's more open to other parts of his body being petted as a wolf, since he feels a little put off by people trying to pet his fleshy human body if there's no fur. it's the gentle tug to his fur / hair that feels good while you run your fingers through it. also shows affection through headbutts or gentle bites / nibbles.
what position does your muse sleep in?  he tends to sleep curled up in the fetal position or curled up into a ball as a wolf. however, he's a light sleeper, and it's very to easy to wake him up— this comes from his orca part, because orcas don't ever fully lose consciousness while asleep. only one half of their brain does, and their alternate between each one periodically, while slowly swimming close to the surface. noah likes cozy places to sleep in, so he doesn't usually sleep in the ocean— he will generally retreat to his nest on the surface, and since he is mostly nomadic, that place changes quite often depending on the location where he is currently staying. but it is usually something hidden away, something borderline claustrophobic where he can just snuggle up with the collected bedding material.
could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? not unless he's being loud for any reason. his loudness mainly comes from getting overly excited while talking to someone, and even then the conversation has to be stimulating in a certain way to get his animated like so. otherwise, noah is surprisingly quiet. he likes sneaking up on people.
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hihopelessromantics · 2 years ago
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for the ask game ^^
Thanks for the ask!! Got excited when I saw this :D
ooo so many choices. I have 19 things in my drafts. halp
Here's an excerpt from the Demon essay! I'll get this one finished eventually 😆
. . . . Before Cursed By Light, all the demons we’ve seen are front-line warriors and demons with an unknown level of intelligence, several of whom seem to lean toward animalistic tendencies. So of course they're loyal to their king and his genocide ideologies - he wouldn't pick them for their roles otherwise. Nakaba tells us the demon king united all the different demons by being a ruthless dictator with overwhelming power. For all we know there are entire SPECIES of demons that wanted nothing to so with the war - who couldn't care less about conquering Britannia or eating human souls or literally anything but surviving the demon king’s ruthlessness with their lives and families intact. We've seen him order a complete genocide of his ‘allies’ and brainwash his children. For all we know he is that same master manipulator to everyone in the realm, killing everyone who breaks free of his propaganda. Pretending he cares only when strictly necessary. In any case these remaining, possibly- indoctrinated-into-compliance-for-generations demons learn their king is dead and they ... mind their own business in the demon realm for six months. Now that the portals are open, even the red and grey demons can enter Britannia and do whatever they please. But do they? Are there reports of demon attacks while Meliodas and Elizabeth are on their casual honeymoon? Old habits die hard . . . unless they aren't habits at all.
Let's not forget that Goddess Elizabeth - the former Bloody Ellie feared by the demon clan - was reportedly able to convince large quantities of demons to desert with *checks notes* telepathic broadcasts of empathy? She went "You guys don't really want to do this!!" and these seasoned warriors groomed to kill went "You know what? Our mortal enemy has a point." And you know what else? Nakaba's lack of (context? backstory?) for her character doesn't seem to create a plot hole where the demons shouldn't have listened to her. This plot point works for nearly every interpretation of Bloody Ellie that I've seen on Tumblr- from the classic ruthless Bloody Ellie who had a change of heart to the Bloodstained Ellie who might have gained her title by healing both demons and goddesses, inadvertently causing more deaths.
Chandler had to Absolute Order GOD KNOWS how many demons into not becoming deserters because of one goddess urging them to step down for the sake of peace - perhaps the only goddess they had ever seen who would do so.
I don't think that the demons loved their king. Depending on how often he decided genocide and killing people's loved ones was the most effective solution (poor vampire clan), there should be large groups of demons that only tolerated him at best. How many genocides did the Demon King conduct on the demons before they gave in and submitted to his rule before the Holy War? How many resistances did he slaughter? Think about what you're implying here Nakaba. Think.
Compared to the demon race, we have more reason to worry about how the goddesses will function after the war. Let's compare what we've seen of how the goddess and demons function as a group. The demons are able to accept the death of the only ruler they’ve ever known and take care of themselves, both in the seal and after they are released. This is the end to life as they have known it up to this point and they take it in fucking stride, with dignity and Individuality that we don't get to see from the goddesses. The goddesses in Cursed by Light are given much less autonomy as characters and are literally mind-controlled (according to Mael) at some point. From what I can tell, they are immediately ready to do another war the second the supreme dirty wakes up, completely ignoring Mael (their trusted and beloved archangel!) when he says they no longer have to fight. The supreme dirty by the way has been doing fuck all but sleep to regain her power and spy on her daughter this entire time, for 3,000 years, while her citizens are disembodied spirits trapped in VERY BREAKABLE artifacts. These citizens were coincidentally resurrected only AFTER the supreme dirty's other mind-controlled slaves failed. So they don't get an opportunity to live peacefully for a time and realize that they can function without a mission . . . .
hehe I'm hoping this one will turn out well when I eventually get around to finishing it. Hope you enjoyed!
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ferinehuntress · 11 months ago
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 ― [ O ] RAL FIXATION .
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One of Caitlyn’s kinks, whether receiving or giving, is her Oral Fixation. This included different activities for Caitlyn including sucking, biting, and licking different parts of the body. It doesn’t just have to be between the legs, Caitlyn has been known to lick Vi’s abs, bite her neck, hips, or thighs, and sucking on breasts, the neck, or the bottom of her lover’s lip.
There is a mixture of reasons behind this, both in the animalistic tendencies Caitlyn has within her, but also a means of affectionate soothing to herself and showing love to Vi. For Caitlyn, this is a means of comfort and affection, which can often lead down to a more sexual route, but sometimes her bites or licks can be simply a means of affection because she wants to shower her partner with ‘sweetness’.
Her oral fixation can be confused as specifically only sexual behavior, and Caitlyn has no problem with her oral activities in the bedroom. She’ll happily lay between her lover’s legs to pleasure them with her tongue and encourage the pleasure in multiple different aspects. For her, she would far prefer a tongue to a toy (though that’s not to say she doesn’t love the use of vibrators or a dildo). However, if her lover’s hot breath is between her legs, or if she is going down on her girl; then that is as hot as anything for her. but she likes more than just tongue. She loves dragging her tongue over her lover’s body, letting her saliva connect with the skin; going from hot to cool. Getting a chance to bite and mark up her lover, sucking against their skin. Both giving and receiving would just send chills down her back.
It’s a way to bond, an animalistic drive to mark her lover, and a means of closeness. To kiss and suck on the bottom of her lover’s lip, to taste her girl’s tongue in her mouth, exchanging their flavors. It’s something she can’t just come right out with especially being a 'Piltovan Aristocrat’ and this kind of Kink is highly frowned upon with how primal it is. Yet Caitlyn can’t let it go.
It wouldn’t be unusual to see her just lean over and nip Vi’s shoulder or lick her ear playfully. Caitlyn might bite even onto the back of Vi’s neck as other big cats do. While the sexual side of it can be noted, there is a more tender affectionate side to her oral fixation as well. Love nips, little licks on the cheek or forehead, even kissing marks left the night before.
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arclundarchivist · 1 year ago
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Spectember!
So this is gonna be a little different from many of my normal posts.
I have been a massive fan of speculative evolution/biology for a very long time, probably ever since I watched The Future is Wild when I was a kid.
And amongst speculative evolution fans, September is a month where many creatives decide to use it to make all manner of possible beasts, both future and fiction.
So I finally decided to take a crack at it (and then forgot to post yesterday 0.0.). I have been worldbuilding for sometime, working on my own fictional setting called Arclund, amongst others, so here is the first beast I really delved into (And likely the only one that will have art).
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tol’Gorga, Orcish Horse (Equius dentis ruudashi) are a rare breed of equine that evolved on the brutal planet of Ruudash, before being transplanted to Arclund during the Ruudashi arrival. Scholars have long been curious about the manifestation of a number of animalistic species across several worlds, with them often following similar body and behavioral plans such as dogs, cats, pigs, and horses.
However, the tol’Gorga, while a true equine, is quite different from its cousins across Materia. Their thick fur often comes in shades not seen in other equines, particularly purplish grays, greenish browns, and rarely an Appaloosa-like pattern of white and flinty blue. They are large beasts, rarely standing shorter than 6’ 3” at the shoulder.
And then some more distinctive changes.
Their forward-facing eyes, which have keen night vision, the slit pupils more closely resembling the eyes of a cat.
Their sharp tusks jut upward from their lower jaw, a feature commonly found amongst Ruudashi fauna, implying some manner of common ancestry.
But what truly sets them apart is their diet and stance.
tol’Gorga are able to stand and walk on their hind legs, which are much more heavily muscled than their already impressive forelimbs. This form of locomotion is not found in any other breed of equine but can be seen amongst the Duckbills of the N’Jando jungles.
They seem to prefer this form of locomotion in most cases, excluding when needing to run.
Their forelegs have particularly thick and heavy hooves, and while, as noted, their back legs are quite strong and their tusks can do some serious damage, their main weapon is their front hooves.
Powerful enough to crack stone with one swift punch-like kick, they are an effective predator deterrent.
On to their diet, and while all equines are given to minor cases of omnivory, tol’Gorga lean more towards carnivory. Ruudash was a harsh land even prior to its fall, and as time went on, the tol’Gorga adapted to the increasing rarity of plant life by gaining more and more omnivorous tendencies.
While they could hunt, they favored themselves as scavengers, much of their diet consisting of carrion. Their thick tusks and heavy molars allow them to crack and consume bone/pierce thick hide.
On Arclund, however, those that have escaped Orcish pasturing have entered into much more actively predatory lifestyles, stalking and running down deer, goats, and antelope, depending on their resident territory.
Their hardwiring as opportunistic scavengers, despite their size, dwarfing even the largest Human-bred plow horse, can be explained when one looks at the other fauna taken from Ruudash.
Ruudash, despite its harsh nature, grew its fauna large. The Dire appellation used by common folk often refers not to a magically altered specimen of a common species but instead to the Ruudash subspecies.
Wolves and Big Cats the size of Brown Bears, Boars and Bears the size of Elephants, the Mastodons(also prone to cases of omnivory) were all animals that were higher on the food chain than the tol’Gorga, saying nothing of the Sophont natives or Hydra, the world’s apex predatory in most environments.
The tol’Gorga’s heavy hooves worked well against predators adapted to resist or regenerate from slashing or piercing attacks, while their tempers and ability to ignore seemingly lethal injuries made them as scrappy and tough as any beast that walked Ruudash’s deserts and scrublands.
Females are typically larger than males, and the largest lead herds of up to fifteen individuals.
These herds are commonly females and their young, and a handful of stallions, though young Males are often nomadic, being the lowest rung of the tol’Gorga hierarchy, relegated to look-outs when the herd grazes or rests, and females have been seen tripping these males when fleeing a predator, sacrificing them so they and their young can survive.
Orcs, as with many other Ruudashi megafauna, have long tamed and enjoyed the company of the tol’Gorga, and many tame herds can be found in the lands the Orcs have claimed as their own.
However, feral populations have spread far afield, descended from escapees from Orcish pastures or having outsmarted the few non-orcish breeders that have tried to raise the ornery beasts.
tol’Gorga are also noted to be much smarter than their other equine cousins, showing problem-solving capabilities comparable to those of various ape species.
Curiously, tol’Gorga seem to have an affection for Smallfolk ancestries such as Gnomes or Halflings, listening to their directions more often and attacking them far less than even Orcs. Some scholars posit that this means there was another people on Ruudash at one point that bonded with the equines, but never made it to Arclund for one reason or another.
As with other horses, there are variations of tol’Gorga, and three breeds will be discussed as follows.
The Marduni, are perhaps the largest, with small Ogres being able to ride them without issue. Noted for their unique silver manes, this breed has been raised as war mounts for the Orcish Paladins that were some of the first that joined Relae’s call to push back the horrid taint of the Lesion.
Marduni have been noted to consume the flesh and bone of demons with little to no ill effects, though many Mavendor have commented on the disconcertion felt watching a horse dig through the belly of a fiend for its melting sweetmeats.
The Ishtari, are the smallest and the fastest, their fur taking on a dusty orange shade that allows them to camouflage into the surrounding desert.
While they seem utterly wild at first glance, each and every one of the Ishtari tol’Gorga is owned by the Malakan People, Fiendblooded Half-Orcs descended from a city cursed at some point during the Separation.
Some claim that the Ishtari breed also shows signs of Fiendish influence in their appearance.
And the last is rumored, a Mutaform of Caliendo, that descended from a trapped band of war horses following the Cascade. These rumors claim they have dipped even further into carnivory, with limbs more closely resembling the Raptors of N’Jando and Southern Zentris.
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frostfall-matches · 2 years ago
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[ matchmaking... ]
@ anon (kuro) : [ match report ready ]​
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your match is...
✦ Floyd Leech
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Both you and Floyd need someone who is able to keep up with you and handle you, flaws and all. Floyd is notoriously difficult to get along with unless he takes an interest in you (and can be difficult even if he does take interest… he’s just a tad more pliable and willing to entertain the other person if he likes them). You like making many friends as well as maintaining a close friend group, but you have the tendency to be mean or cruel to people that rub you the wrong way. Frankly, that type of behavior doesn’t fly with most of the “mature” types, but Floyd would think it’s funny. That is, unless you’re directing any sass or meanness at him. He has no qualms throwing it back at you. So, that being said… Let’s hope that your relationship with him starts off on the right foot! And if it doesn’t… well, it’s not the end of the world. A strange turn of events can bring you together even if you two don’t get along well at first.
For example, Floyd has moments where he’s very calm and candid, and if you’re some sort of beast-person hybrid in Twisted Wonderland then he’d actually be pretty curious about your animalistic features. After all, it’s not like he really got to deal with any land creature, let alone a hybrid, before going to school at NRC. So, even if the two of you initially didn’t get along, there might just be a day where he catches you off guard and starts asking you about your ears, your tail, if you have behaviors that are instinctual due to your hybridity. Play nice and it will lead to the start of a good, interesting, and often challenging relationship!
Floyd is really fond of your sense of humor. He likes when people joke around; sometimes the jokes themselves are funny, sometimes he just likes laughing at people when they make fools of themselves. He loves how easily you keep him entertained, and how naturally humor comes to you. He thinks your bluntness plays into your favor, as well. It can make the conception and delivery of some jokes that much funnier. And from a communication standpoint, he prefers if people are direct with him. He hates when people beat around the bush and don’t tell him what they really want to say. On that note, he could honestly care less if your written communication comes off weird or misspelled, or if you have a stutter when you’re speaking. As long as he can figure out what you’re trying to tell him, he has no complaints.
So, he appreciates that you’re willing to be honest and direct, even if you are a little tactless sometimes! It generally doesn’t bother him, unless he’s in a bad mood and you make a comment that irritates him. But, worst case scenario, he’d just ignore you for a while until he’s out of his funk. He generally doesn’t treat his partner that much differently than his friends, but he still recognizes that there’s a commitment to affection and intimacy and he wants to uphold that, so he’s not likely to snap back at you too much when he’s not in the mood to play around. Floyd is a particular individual, but he does like to have someone that he can consider his, someone who he can be affectionate with and even cherish.
On the topic of affection, you will (unfortunately) have to deal with some level of PDA with Floyd. He doesn’t care that you refuse to initiate it, doesn’t care that you find it embarrassing, he will squeeze you into hugs out in public. He might be all like, “I can’t believe you won’t hug me back in public!!” but he’s exaggerating. Mostly. Give him some physical affection once you two are out of the public eye and he’ll forgive you, lol. He definitely leans towards physical affection as his love language, but he is pretty verbally affectionate, too. He’s not the words of affirmation type where he tells you how proud he is of you and how well you’re doing, no, but he likes using his designated petname for you and telling you how cute you are.
Floyd really vibes with your general approach to life. He’s not too concerned with the details of life, he has no interest in seeking some sort of deeper meaning or purpose. He’s here to live and have fun and to see what life happens to throw his way. You two having similar approaches is really beneficial in how you two approach your relationship and your future together. He likes that you’re on the same page as him, that he doesn’t have to worry about you getting too serious or worried about what the future might hold. Those overly preoccupied people are not his type of people! (Though, he does like to antagonize them here and there… But he won’t have to do that with you!)
You and Floyd don’t share too many hobbies, but that’s okay. While he isn’t a fashion expert like Vil, he likes to see what you come up with when it comes to your fashion and sewing projects. He’d definitely ask if you could make or alter something for him when you’ve got the time and motivation - doesn’t have to be anything big, but he’d think it’d be really cool if you made something he could wear regularly. Moving to your hobby of fishing, funnily enough, he will get quite invested! He’s got his own style of catching fish and consuming seafood (that is very different from what you’re used to) since he grew up in the Coral Sea, so it’s so interesting and amusing for him to see how humans on land fish and what they do to prepare their catch. Floyd will give you unsolicited input if he’s around when you’re fishing or cooking up the fish you caught.
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kendrixtermina · 2 years ago
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The Centers as sliding scales
Welcome to today’s entry from the Theory Post List
The idea here is to try & pin some fundamental mechanism that holds regardless of functionality level and complexes around it, and perhaps serve as a guide for ppl to pin the wings on their fixes if so desired.
Impulse Triad
8w7 – There’s almost no filter. Any impulse naturally comes and goes just as quickly once expressed. Sometimes more sanguine than choleric.
Im going to make the bold assertion that if you have this even as your last fix you’ve probably a tendency to sometimes blurt stuff out without thinking. If its your core theres no other filter on top, so you just do stuff.
8w9 – There is some delay, so the individual is not quickly provoked to response, but once the swing comes, it still comes all the way with no holding back, with a bit of extra pressure from the delay
9w8 – There’s still some tendency to simply act on the impulse, but the stronger it is, the more dissipation & delay you see. As a result, the individual shows irritation on small matters, but avoids far-reaching confrontations. This is probably the most ‚normal‘ configuration.
9w1 – Dissipation is the default, so you get a very ‚nice, civilized‘ person that is very hard to provoke into a reaction. What can’t be dissipated is redirected. So they may feel that they ‚should‘ always be nice in a way that 9w8 doesn’t.
1w9 – Little natural impulses get through – what isn’t redirected is dispersed. Hence usually a measured, sober or tightly controlled appearance.
The keyword is ‚directness‘ – Rather than natural impulses coming and going, there is a „linear motor“. The person starts and doesn’t stop. Actions are almost always deliberate & hence often focussed or meticulous – hence quickly changing goals are disliked.
1w2 – Pure redirection, with no dispersion.
Hence the difference in that 1w9s can come off stilted or subdued whereas 1w2s often read as passionate (preachers, political types etc.). 1w9 dissipates impulses that don’t pass the filter; 1w2 is pure redirection so the redirected response has the full ‚swing‘ of the original impulse behind it.
1w9 and 9w1 would hence appear as the ‚least animalistic‘/ ‚most civilized‘, in a diffuse vs. Controlled way respectively.
It’s also worth noting that the 1 component redirection is a quick, kneejerk thing based on subjective sensations of disgust, comfort or alignment, not a thought-through deliberate choice like what mental type would do – hence, its much quicker & less ‚costly‘ than thinking it through explicitly.
It’s like using a heuristic in optimization.
Emotional Triad
This has often been conceptualized with regards to identity – with 2 getting it from the outside, 4 from inner preferences and 3 both impressing others & inwardly deciding what ideals to embody. – Or which parts of identity one stresses, alone stuff  preferences & flaws, tangible archievements or relationship-related stuff – in both those frameworks wings would represent indeterminate settings like a 3w2 would stress archievements but also relationships – objective proof of popularity exists at this overlap, whereas 3w4 would have more ‚self-mythology‘ & rely more on conceptual ideas like wealth and titles.
But I think an even more fundamental underlying quality that the above ultimately derives from is directness and manner of emotional expression.
2 expresses directly (& hence leans a bit into action/impulse), 3 uses shared associations, 4 uses personal associations, mostly processes inwardly, showing the refined products of that inner processing through symbolic gestures.
You can see this rather well in art:
2: rather direct descriptions of feelings – im crying, i cant sleep, i was shaking etc.
3: pop culture references & cultural associations – ‚just like the movies‘, comparison to famous places or cultural tropes etc.
4: metaphors and symbolism made up on the spot – sometimes curating one’s own defined set personal aesthetic like Victorian Madwoman or Antichrist Superstar
Advertisement is sort of a cheap mass-produced knockoff of the 3 strategy – to make the masses associate certain emotions & aesthetics with a product. 3s call up the association the audience already has, 4s illustrate their own associations & use those but it’s a difference in strategy.
Hence why 2s are rarer in artists cause they express their feelings right away directly through actions. There isn’t a backlog that needs processing. Of course a 2 could still be repressed due to a tragic backstory or just do art simply because they want to/ for the love of it, they’re just less likely to need it as an outlet. Loads of ppl would prefer concrete actionable help over ‚look I worked long hours to buy us this suburban house, which is associated with happy families‘ or symbolic/romantic gestures. It’s just a difference in how ppl show love.
There you see the overlap with the analogies predominating in Conceptland, but unlike the head types 4 still has that primarily personal lens. (same for distinguishing, say, 2 and 9)
Often when a heart type tries to talk about a ‚big picture‘ narrative, they often turn it into a personal story.  
Like a 3 will discuss an election & talk mostly about how her boyfriend supported her & how everyone was acting „like highschool students“, or 4 will do a song about a natural disaster by telling the story of an individual victim losing their beloved in the storm.
With head types you often see the opposite – „this shitty relationship is a metaphor for whats wrong with society“. Can’t help but fit it into a pattern.
2w1 – all direct expression, hence, feelings are often shown through action & service
2w3 – mostly direct expression, but with some shared associations that are put to the purpose of direct connection. Like wanting to be pretty like a celebrity so a particular person will like you.
3w2 – Referencing common associations predominates but still mixed with some direct expression, but there has been a shift in focus – getting direct adoration not as an end onto itself but as proof that you have ‚objectively measurable‘ popularity. The idea that if you do the things that are connected with worth & recognition you’ll get worth & recognition themselves that way.
3w4 – using common associations, but with personal style & flourishes, telling an embellishes life story etc. but still of the purpose of evoking association in others.
4w3 – stiff references common symbols but puts primarily them in their own context. For example, might have a thing about shakespeare because shakespeare is considered cultivated and deep, but will lampshade their own interpretation of it.
4w5 – Own associations only. Which means you need to lean a bit into the mental center to make them, though the purpose is still the refinement & expression of feelings.
Since you want others to respond your channel of expression, the different ways of attaining personal validation (& hence the identity stuff) follow as a consequence.
Mental Triad
The breakthrough realization here is that 6 is all about seeing information in context – such as relationships, agendas, morality, practical use etc. & generally having a sensitivity to context. It’s the ‚systhematic‘ intelligence.
7 then is multi-context thinking whereas 5 is looking at things apart from or independent of the original context, and the w6 variant of each is basically ‚still considering the original context a little bit‘. (& can’t avoid worrying about it, hence this is usually the more overtly anxious variant.)
It figures then why there’s a line of connection between the two because once you’ve taken something out of its context it becomes easier to plopp it in a new one, and conversely if you’re used to shifting things across contexts its a bit easier to see what remains the same every time.
7 is not just ‚associative‘, (that may describe 4 or 9 as well) but specifically improvisational. The extroverted ressourceful, thinking on your feet intelligence – you concoct a solution for this particular problem on the fly as needed & then move on.
Hence why Ti auxillaries are often 7 or w7 ‚activated on demand on behalf of the dominant‘ nature of the auxillary function. It’s making a solution, persuasive argument (...or rationalization) ad hoc as needed.
As for the 6s, there are some who masterfully apply the extra strenghts granted by their wing to practical problem solving with a perseverance that people with those cores probably wouldnt typically have, whereas others distrust & overcompensate for what they’d see as a tendency to stray from the safe waters of common sense. Like 6w7 believing that they or people in general are too easily taken in by new impressions, or 6w5s turning out really rigid or hypersceptical to avoid concocting any unrealistic nonsense.
Could be the same person depending on how confident they’re feeling today.
7w8 – all improv, hence leaning more on action/impulse.
7w6 – mostly improvisational but still particially using a ‚grid‘ or ‚map‘.
6w7 – mostly systhematic thinking but with a bit of improvisational – this is probably the most usual.
6w5 – systhematic thinking is strongly predominant, but with a bit of synthetizing function.
5w6 – still has some 6-like detail affinity & capacity to interface with other people’s maps or grids on a surface level, but they keep their own ‚filing system’.
Some individuals report a sense of being ‚probably incomprehensible‘ beneath a polite commonsense veneer and not wanting others to find that out.
5w4 – Everything gets plucked out of the OG context and put in your personal sorting algorithm, which means personal associations get mixed in or that it’ll be more shaped by your preferences. So it seems one cannot win, as one would be either be led astray by the crap of others or one’s own crap. The perfect midpoint of no undue influence is ellusive, if it exists at all.
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ash-mcj · 3 years ago
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7. Lightly kissing on a new formed bruise with Petopher please <3
#7 - Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise
PETOPHER | Teen Rating | 676 words | read on AO3
It took all of Peter’s willpower to withhold the animalistic growl that was trying to claw its way out of him. The overwhelming scents of pain and anger emanating from Christopher were stirring Peter’s wolf and making his blood boil dangerously. His fingertips and gums tingled with his urge to shift—to show Gerard Argent just how much of a feral monster he could be.
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Peter was practically on autopilot as he jogged up to the Argent house, his legs plenty familiar with the path from the countless times he’d made his secret visits. He slowed as he reached the side of the house and looked up at the dimly-lit window, where the glass was slid wide open. Christopher always made sure to shut and lock it if it wasn’t a night Peter should come up, so he didn’t hesitate to scale the tree that would allow him onto the roof. He stepped with well-practiced, quiet footsteps up to the window and peered in.
Christopher was seated on the bed with his back to Peter, and the strong scents of gun cleaner, blood, and pain were spilling out of the room in waves—immediately awakening Peter’s wolf. He stepped through the window and rounded the corner of the bed in an instant, to take in the sight of his mate’s battered face. Blood was smeared messily across his chin and jawline—assumedly from Christopher wiping his split, bruised lower lip. Dark, purpling splotches were forming along his cheekbone and around his eye, and a small, red stream trickled from one of his nostrils.
It took all of Peter’s willpower to withhold the animalistic growl that was trying to claw its way out of him. The overwhelming scents of pain and anger emanating from Christopher were stirring Peter’s wolf and making his blood boil dangerously. His fingertips and gums tingled with his urge to shift—to show Gerard Argent just how much of a feral monster he could be. He wanted nothing more than to sprint downstairs and rip the man’s head from his shoulders. To pin him to a wall with his claws digging into his throat, tell him that he’d never be able to lay a hand on Christopher again, then crush his windpipe.
Peter wasn’t adverse to killing, by any means—he’d been training as a left hand since he was young—but he never desired to tear into anything as much as he did to rip Gerard Argent’s heart from his chest. He was pretty sure it would be considered a public service to eliminate his existence from the world.
As he sat beside Christopher on the bed, he wanted to tell him these fantasies. He wanted to assure him that he’d protect him as a good mate should—that he’d get him away from the asshole downstairs that was running his life into the ground—but he knew that wasn’t what Christopher needed from him.
Their relationship wasn’t perfect, they had the tendency to cross each other’s boundaries quite often, but there was one thing they mutually understood and respected about each other: they fought their own battles. No matter how many times Christopher held Peter through his panic attacks about missing memories or left hand assignments that he couldn’t quite shake afterwards, he would never want him standing up to Talia on his behalf. Likewise, Peter knew Christopher would never forgive him if he confronted Gerard.
So, Peter held his tongue. He knew that Christopher didn’t want his pity—and there wasn’t much to say, anyway.
Christopher didn’t acknowledge his presence, but he did shift his leg just enough for his knee to touch against Peter’s—and Peter took that as the permission it was to be allowed to touch him. He leaned over slowly, giving Christopher the option to stop him, if he wanted, and gently pressed a kiss to the bruise on his cheekbone. He closed his eyes as he focused on pulling as much pain from the injury as he could get away with before Christopher would push him off and spew some bullshit about being able to handle it, like he always did.
This time, though, he didn’t. He leaned into the touch and let out a shaky breath as Peter took the edge of his pain off. Peter’s wolf settled in his chest as his mate’s scent grew sweeter, the dull ache forming in Peter’s own body more than worth it.
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kiame-sama · 4 years ago
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🥀Beauty and The Beast (Yandere!Uvogin x Reader)(Lemon)🥀
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Feast, my Lovies~! Feast! @ramwrites @luesi @prettycutebunny @cherry-witcher
Warnings; Lemon ahead, dirty talk, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, yandere relationship, Uvogin is hung like a horse, cute moments, animalistic behavior, Oral, pillow theft, and the agreed upon comfiest position to be fucked.
You lay in your quiet room on the large bed you often shared with your lover. He was absent at the moment, meaning you had the whole bed to yourself. Of course, that also meant you didn't have your large heater and comfortable bear hug either.
Even with the giant bed all to yourself, it felt more empty than usual as you found yourself cuddling into your lover's pillow. His masculine and overwhelming scent covered his side of the bed and it soothed you to have that bit of familiarity. Wrapping your arms and legs around the pillow that you held firmly in your grasp, you were content to sleep.
A sudden flash of light drew you from your deep slumber, making you sleepily respond in a whine of confusion. Blearily blinking open your eyes, you yelped with a sudden shot of fear as you saw the looming shape standing over you. The deep and familiar chuckle gave you pause as you focused on the dark visage more intensely, seeing the familiar grin of your lover.
"Uvo, don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry, Princess. You were way too cute and innocent to not take a picture for later."
A red blush enflamed your face as he turned the screen of his phone to show you the photo he had taken. You were clinging to the pillow much like a koala would, cheek pressed firmly against the soft bedding. Your face was peaceful and it looked like he had been holding the blanket up to get a good shot of your whole body.
"You're cute as hell when you sleep, you know that? So adorable and soft squished up on the pillow."
The large man was still grinning as you pouted, knowing he was going to tease you relentlessly about it. Taking the pillow with you, you slid over to your side of the bed so Uvogin could sit down and join you. After a moment of hearing clothes shuffling and dropping, you felt the large man lay on the bed next to you.
"That's my pillow, you thief."
"Mine now."
"Oh, really? What would it take to get it back, Princess?"
"Hmm... A back rub?"
You didn't miss the gleam of mischief in his eyes in response to your suggestion. Usually, it didn't take long for you and Uvogin to wind up messing around when he got back from his 'business trips' far away from home. The man was near impossible to resist and the problem was that he knew it too.
You always enjoyed his return even if it usually leaves you bed-bound due to the intense nature of the reconnecting session of love-making. He said it was business trips he was going on every time he disappeared, but you knew him better than that. Uvogin was not the kind of man to settle for some pencil-pushing job or a completely domestic lifestyle.
As far as you figured, it was likely something to do with a gang or crime organization given just how often Uvo returned with new marks om his sun-kissed skin. You knew better than to ask, so you just left it at that, content to be in the dark regarding what it was exactly that Uvo did. Any benefit that may come from knowing the truth was completely overshadowed by the risk.
When you turned over to lay in a more comfortable position, Uvogin was already on top of you. His large hands pressed in the best spots with just enough force that you almost moaned in delight. His hands were rough to the touch but he was still wonderfully gentle on your sore flesh.
You couldn't stop the desperate mewl that left your lips when he pressed on a particularly stubborn knot. The whining moan made Uvogin chuckle, knowing you were aching for attention after a few days given how much he usually gave you.
"Already? You gonna cum just from my hands, Princess?"
His low voice was a husky rumble in his throat against your body, feeling something large and warm slowly sliding up and down your back. He gripped your shoulder, moving you onto your back underneath him. He only gained more confidence than he already had now that he could see your burning blush and pleasured expression.
No doubt, it was intimidating being underneath the large man, especially given the heavy cock laying between your breasts. His large hands came up to cup your breasts and press them together around his straining length. It was clear he was starting to get lost in his own haze of pleasure, licking his lips.
"I know you can't take all of me into that little throat of yours just yet, but you can take the tip just fine."
He watched you hungrily as you leaned your head towards the bulbous tip, taking the head of his large cock into your mouth. The moan that ripped through his lips was only made more pronounce by the sharp buck of his hips, forcing more of his length into your mouth. The combination of the friction from your soft breasts with the wetness of your warm mouth was enough to make precum start leaking from the hot cock in your mouth.
"Mmm... Fuck. Just keep looking up at me, (y/n). I'm gonna show you who you belong to..!"
You could only whine and hum around the head of that large cock as he thrust his hips against your soft breasts. He let out loud unabashed moans, gritting his teeth as he stared down into your lightly watering eyes. A grin pulled at his lips when your hands came to rest on his hips, your nails biting down into his flesh but barely noticeable to him as he pounded away.
"Ngh..! Gonna cum in your throat-! Fuck..! Have you ride my face so I can eat as much of you as I want..! Fucking starving..."
You rubbed your legs together for some kind of friction as you tried to breathe between each rough thrust. You were more than a bit hot and bothered given the appeal of the large man riding your chest. It almost seemed like you could feel his heartbeat through the shaft of his cock deep in your chest, leaving you breathless.
You knew he was close to cumming when you felt his thighs tense, putting pressure against your ribs. His pace slightly faltered as he let out a deep moan, thrusting as far forward as he could and shooting his hot seed into your throat. He was only slightly panting at that point, already mostly recovered from his orgasm and ready for another.
You gasped deeply as he pulled away from your chest and out of your mouth, giving you a moment to rest. Uvogin let out a pleased hum of satisfaction, as if he had been pent up and waiting for that moment of release to be able to relax.
"Come on, Princess, I know you have more than that in you. Up. I want my dinner."
You yelped when he lifted you up and set you so you were kneeling on the bed, clearly not wanting to wait any longer for you. You shivered slightly from the sudden cold on your back instead of warm blankets, but even that didn't matter once Uvogin lay back with his head between your thighs. That's the thing about Uvogin; if he says he's starving, he's gonna eat like he's starving.
"A-ah, Uvo~!"
You yelped and squeaked with pleasure, as each tongue stroke was stronger than the last. A wet noise met your ears, paired with the slurps and moans of bliss from the large man beneath you. There was no question to if Uvogin was enjoying himself, his desperate grip on your thighs and the way he pulled you down to smother him was enough. His deep moans only made sinfully delicious vibrations hum through your body, feeling every time he sucked your clit into his mouth.
You had reached the point of gasping and panting breathlessly, your voice already up several octaves. The constant pleasure shooting through your body quickly began to feel like it was too much, frying your already abused nerves. No matter how you tried to pull away for a moment of rest, those large and heavy hands held you securely in place.
You felt your entire body tense up as the electrifying pleasure suddenly broke loose, scrambling your nerves. You reached a much higher pitch as you cried out in bliss, needing something to channel your energy into. After you nearly screamed your voice out, Uvogin let you pull your overstimulated and pulsing pussy away so you could have a moment to recover.
"Mmm~ Best damn meal I've had in days..."
You were still shivering and gasping lightly as the large man grinned, licking his lips much like a predator would after a feast. He sat up slowly, clearly getting hard again when he saw your blushing and flustered form, curled up by the pillows.
He moved up the bed slowly, gripping your soft hips and pulling you towards him with that grin that meant trouble. You were about to let out a breathless complaint before you found yourself on your knees, chest resting comfortably against the bed with your hips raised up. Probably Uvogin's favorite way to take you, and likely one of the most comfortable ways to take him.
He had stamina that far outclassed your own and it took some time to fully satisfy the beast of a man. Being able to lay on the bed and just let him go wild on you was always good, and the fact he could fully get himself inside of you due to the angle was an added bonus. It also made it easier and safer for you to just bliss out as he jackhammered into you for hours on end.
"Ready for more, Princess?"
"Ple-please, Uvo..."
"Please, what? Tell me what you want."
"Just fuck me senseless, Uvogin! I need you in me right now!"
"So demanding."
Despite his teasing, he positioned himself behind you, slightly raising your hips given how tall he was. You gripped tightly at the sheets, feeling his large length slide into you inch by inch. As desperate as you were for him to just fuck your brains out, you appreciated the slow way he eased into you.
He was NOT a small man and his cock was just like him; big, thick, and intimidating.
Once he was fully seated inside of you, you mewled pathetically, wanting him to start moving. He let out a low hum of amusement as he watched you squirm, trying to move your hips enough to get some of that delicious friction. With a relaxed pace, he slowly pulled out of you until he nearly completely left you before slamming back in.
"You're so damn spoiled. You know that?"
"Ah~ Yes, Uvo~!"
"Good girl."
His pace remained that torturous slow rhythm for longer than you wanted, a long whine escaping your lips. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he had that wide grin of his. Each slow drag of his large cock inside of you making you jerk with pleasure.
Just as you opened your mouth to whimper at him to go faster, he suddenly increased his tempo and he began to pound into you. You felt your legs give an involuntary jerk with every increasingly paced thrust, his large cock rubbing up against every sweet spot you had. He knew your body like his own, and you fit beautifully around him.
"(Y/n)..! So good! Your little pussy is so damn good! All mine... No one else gets to fuck your tight cunt, only me."
"Only you!"
"My spoiled little Princess..."
Each of his heavy thrusts into you made you moan out in pleasure, relaxing in his grip and allowing him to move your hips as he pleased. It was just as well, you felt boneless already in his grasp so you truly doubted you could do much other than lay back. Like a winding pressure in your body, you felt your orgasm creeping up with alarming speed.
The increased tightening around his cock made it clear to Uvogin just how close you were. He adjusted his grip to press his hand against your lower stomach, feeling the moving bulge of his cock inside of you. The pressure his warm hand put on your body made his constant thrusting feel even more intense to your heightened senses. You were gasping for each breath now as your eyes involuntarily rolled back.
You managed to get enough of a breath in before the growing pleasure snaps, washing over you in waves of bliss as you cry your little heart out in ecstasy. Every following movement making your entire body jerk as you rode out your orgasm with Uvogin pounding relentlessly into you. You got your only reprieve when he tensed up, growling out a long and baritone moan as each pulse of his cum painted your soft insides.
Just as he had before, he quickly recovered from his orgasm while you were still floundering in pleasure. His grin was downright feral as he gave little bucks of his hips, watching your cute reactions.
"Try and save that sweet voice of yours, you're in for a long night."
As he began to move with full strokes once more, you were content to lose yourself to the bliss that returned in full force. Some part of you felt badly for your neighbors, but you honestly couldn't find it in you to care. Uvogin's deep moans and grunts of pleasure mixed rather wonderfully with your own lighter and breathier mewls, knowing he would make damn good on his words.
Well, looks like you won't be walking any time soon.
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jordanlahey · 4 years ago
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Blast From The Past...(3/?)
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Pairing: Poly!lost boys x Reader
Summary: The boys feast and chase downs local witch coven and it didn’t work out in their favour. Home was home but at the same time it wasn’t.
Warnings: alcohol, drug mentions, some small fluff
Word count: 1675
"Wait are we seriously walking to the boardwalk?" Marko stopped and crossed his arms, he looked at you with a disappointed face.
"I don't drive and I don't see any faster way to get there." You replied back, you were starting to regret you decision on helping them if they are all gonna act like whiney bitches the whole time. You noticed that all the boys shared looks at each other, each face was full of mischief and it terrified you on what they were thinking. "Wait. What's that face for?" You furrowed your brows in concern and confused, they said nothing and Dwayne walked towards you and picked you up bridal style and the next thing you knew you were all up in the air. YOUR FEET WAS OFF THE GROUD! PANIC TIME!
You covered your eyes as the boys laughed and cheered, you even felt the rumble of laugher from dwayne a few times. It wasn't actually that bad flying but the water below made you nervous, he could let go and drop you into the water and you'd be a goner. They wouldn't do that to you not if you figured out a way to get them back, they needed you.
"Cheer up babe, Dwayne wouldn't drop you." Paul was now flying backwards keeping his eyes on you.
Babe?
"Babe?" You repeated under your breath. 'What is with all the pet names?' It's probably nothing they are from the 80's the best time for flirty comments that don't mean anything. Right? You all were there in no time and had landed somewhere nobody was gonna see and Dwayne steadied you back on your feet. "Right it's dinner time." The boys took the lead, walking and looking around for what you had presumed was their next meal or at least their first meal of being here. You followed behind them keeping your distance, you weren't 100% sure if you were to follow them or just hang around somewhere and they'll come get you but really did you want to watch them eat? Would it terrify you seeing them act animalistic?
"Y/n! Glad to see you." You cringed slightly at the high pitched voice that called your name. The boys all stopped when they heard your name and turned to see who caught your attention. "That was some party the other night although you could have at least pretend you were having a good time." The girl added making you roll your eyes.
"Oh believe me it was so entertaining watching you and a bunch of others exchange saliva and getting high. So. Much. Fun." You sarcastically remarked. The girl glared at you then noticed the boys behind you.
"Hi there I'm Nancy if you'd like, me and some of my friends are gonna head to the beach if you care to join us." Nancy spoke in a sickly seductive tone which cause you to look at her in utter disgust, she'd flick her red hair every so often. Who does she think she is throwing herself at them like that! Ugh! Won't they feed of her and her friends, please. You weren't jealous or anything...you just hated how she does that to them. You were too busy glaring daggers in the back of her head to notice that they boys kept looking at you and reading the thoughts in your head. The boys looked at you then at Nancy they all had come to an internal agreement.
"We'd love you go." Marko pulled a cheeky smile and nudged Paul, when you heard what he said your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. "But we're only going if Y/n, here is invited." Marko sauntered over to you and hung his arm over your shoulder.
"Oh y/n can't, I bet she has better things to do." Oh that's the last nerve, you balled your hand in a fist then took a deep breath.
"Actually, I'd love to tag along. I can predict tonight will be one to remember." You said with a smirk as Nancy glared at you.
The six of you joined Nancy's friends, you never liked them they were all too sleazy and had all sorts of lewd thoughts running through their heads it was too loud to block out and surely the boys can hear it too. You wouldn't have to worry about them after tonight or at least you hope you won't have to.
The night went on and you stayed in the background not getting involved with them, you just sat and watched how Nancy had basically ignored her so called "date" not that you are surprised but instead latched herself onto Dwayne and Paul while her other friends do they same to David and Marko, this was no surprise for you but you sat on one of the logs sulking and glaring daggers at the girls whenever they got too close for comfort. What was worse was that Paul and Marko were eating up all the attention you couldn't expect anything less they are probably use to so much female attention. They could at least have some self control. Nancy's date would occasionally sit next to you and make small talk but you had to shoo him off since you weren't interested. The boys noticed your irritation, they enjoyed seeing you so jealous and they partly wanted to see just how long you'll sit through it.
You were starting to lose interest in this whole party, you much rather go back home and look through your books for something to get them back to their time. Marko then joined you, slinging his arm around your shoulder.
"Enjoying yourself?" He spoke loudly close to your ear so you could hear him over the music, you move your head away from him, his breath stunk of alcohol it made you cringe.
"Hardly I'm bored and your breath stinks of booze." You scooted away from him but he followed. "What." You smiled sarcastically at him. "I'm sure you're being missed by those two over there." By this time the other guys had left, they weren't up for being ditched for other guys which is understandable.
"Someone's moody. Fear not the show is just about to begin." He sadistically grinned and looked at everyone, it was pretty clear that there would be no survivors, it made you wonder just how violent they could get. You watched as Marko got up and walked to one of the girls, shamelessly flirting with her then your eyes went to Paul who was already kissing the neck of a different girl. The screams caused you to snap your head towards David who had already started drinking from her and after that they all started to feed, you kept turning your head at each boy, they screams getting louder than quieting down. Staring wide eyed at them, you couldn't tell if you were afraid or not they were like animals, tearing into the necks of their prey.
It wasn't till they started laughing and whooping that the screaming had stopped and you watched them throw the bodies into the fire clearing the evidence, you now felt bad for wishing death upon Nancy and her friends but that didn't mean you'd never see them again you'll see them tomorrow, they're faces all over the news, phones, and on missing posters.
"Earth to Y/n." David wave a gloved hand in front of you and you blinked back into reality. "Have scared you off have we?" He chuckled darkly, looking back at the others who also laughed.
"You're brutal." Was all you managed to say.
"Hey, you were the one wishing we would just feed on them." Paul added, he had a point and it's true you did. You were jealous it's a dangerous emotion to have. "Come on, we can all have a good time now."
"Can't let alcohol go to waste." Dwayne picked up a bottle and opened it with ease, the rest joined it and all waited for you. It was clear they had no intentions on killing you so you picked up a bottle and held it out for someone to open it. You soon just let yourself go and has a good time for once you weren't the moody one at the party.
David sat back against one of the logs smoking watching you dance with Paul, you were wasted and he was high and David was making sure Paul behaved himself, he had a tendency to be grabby when he was high. You however, were just too drunk to care about anything else, the alcohol coursed through your body making you feel all buzzed as you danced with Paul through the music. The alcohol coursed through your body creating a soft buzz, you were having fun and you had never let yourself get this wasted especially around other people but you lost all ability to care as you danced with Paul. Occasionally you would feel his hands on your waist but not even a minute later Dwayne would slap him up side the head to remind him to keep his hands to yourself but soon everybody realised he would do it on purpose just to hear the laugh bubble from your lips. You slowly felt the buzz leave and you began to feel tired, your feet couldn't even keep you upright and slowly you leaned backwards but David had caught you and held you against his chest.
"Tired?" He asked. You couldn't even speak without your words being slurred so instead you just nodded, David picked you up and all of you fled back to the cave.
It wasn't just the five of you at that spot no no, not to far behind someone else was watching. They weren't too pleased with what they had witnessed, in fact they were disgusted from the sight of the feeding and then whatever they had just saw. The boys and yourself had something bigger to worry about than just finding a spell.
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ffangirlingsince2001 · 4 years ago
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The Witcher and The Princess: Sparks
Geralt x Reader
Geralt of Rivia is not a babysitter, he is not a bodyguard, and he has no interest in transporting princesses across the continent. Until gold is offered and for the next 90 days he’s saddled with a chirpy, bubbly, princess, who is betrothed to the prince of Narok and has a desire to see everything before she’s trapped behind another set of walls.
Warnings: angst, a taste of smut, drinking
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Geralt watched as she limped down the stairs, the first smile he had seen in days worn so comfortably it was a shame it had taken him so long to see it. She sat across from him without ordering breakfast.
“Sore?” he asked, and she shook her head, lying with ease.
“Where’s Jaskier? I want to thank him for his hospitality.”
“He left this morning, a party to attend I believe.”
“I think we should leave today too,” she announced, “There’s another town a few miles down the road. It’s on the coast and I have a good friend from back home who lives there.” She looked so hopeful that he found it difficult to even consider saying no.
“Okay,” he answered, and she practically leapt across the table to throw her arms around him. With soft lips, she planted a kiss on his cheek, dousing him in appreciation. She flew up the stairs, the limp almost nonexistent when she didn’t even give her feet time to touch the floor.
When she returned to his side, she wore a dress of pink cotton and the corset that made him imagine her in ways that even the innocence of pink cotton could not dissuade. She was glowing as she led the way out, beginning the walk towards the town limits with a skip in her step.
“Would you like to ride with me?” he asked before he knew what he was saying, and quickly tried to cover up the attempt for closeness with logic, “Because we left your horse behind.”
“As long as Roach doesn’t mind, she had a rough day yesterday too.” As Y/N brushed her hand down Roach’s muzzle, Geralt felt his insides grow warm, unable to bury his affection when someone showed his horse as much care as he did.
“She’ll be okay, and the faster we make it there, the faster she can rest.” That earned him another grin before she reached out a hand. It was a struggle to get his own hand to move, his mind trying to process the consequences of pulling her onto his horse.
Situating her behind him would press all the softest parts of her against him. Her hands would wrap around his torso, tightening with every jostle until he would be able to focus on nothing but the feeling of her body encompassing his.
Though he was sure placing her in front would be so much worse. She would reside directly beneath him. Her hair would brush against his nose, filling his senses with the intoxicating smell of roses and sugar. Every time he looked down her hemline would pose no longer protect him from the sight of soft flesh. He would have his arms wrapped around her, and when she inevitably relaxed against him it would be no different than cradling her within his bed chambers. And worst of all, she would in between his legs, jostling against him with every movement. And when he found himself unable to control certain animalistic tendencies there would be no hiding it.
She was to sit behind him, for both of their sakes.
He was right of course, about the challenges of her sitting behind him. Her arms wrapped around him and she leaned in close, still bouncing with the excitement of seeing her friend. He could feel every inch of her, but what he didn’t account for was the feeling of being between her legs. Sitting there, feeling them tighten against his hips took his mind to place that he did not dare to venture. He struggled to force the thoughts out of his mind, it was the incessant imagination that made him lash out at her. The frustration that he was unable to act on the vulgar images his mind conjured had caused all their problems previously and he was determined not to let it happen again. It was not her fault everything she did made his stomach do flips. It was not her fault that every time she spoke he could focus on nothing but her lips and the way they would feel wrapped around him. And it was definitely not her fault that he wanted to drag her from his horse and fuck her against the nearest tree until she was raw and limping for the rest of their journey. So, he did his best not to think of the princess riding behind him at all.
The town was not far, and just as she said the ocean crashed against the edge of the town in a way only poets could dream of. The moment they entered the town, she slid from his horse and he let out a mental sigh of relief. He watched as she ran down the street, slipping through merchants going about their daily business. She turned a corner and disappeared from sight, tugging him out of his catatonic state. Urging Roach forward he followed her and was greeted by the sight of her flinging herself into the arms of a young silversmith. She thew her arms around his neck and pulled him tight, laughing with glee as he did the same. He drew closer and he could hear their happy reunion.
“Y/N, how are you here?”
“I’m travelling to Narok, and I begged my escort to stop here. I couldn’t stand the way we parted being the last time we saw each other.”
“Why Narok?”
“Marriage,” she replied darkly, and then shook her head, “But that is the last thing I want to discuss. Come, meet my Witcher.” At the sound of his title, the silversmith’s eyes darted to him and the widened.
“Your escort is a Witcher? Why not your guards? Is he truly capable of protecting you?”
“Of course, he is!” she defended, slapping a playful hand against his chest. “I appreciate your concern, Adam, but he has gotten me this far without incident. I will not have you question his abilities, especially in my presence,” she defended, catching Geralt’s eye as she did so.
“Of course, I just want you to be safe.”
“I know, and that is why I wish to keep you around during our stay in your city. I wish to see everything before we are forced to continue our journey.”
“I would love nothing more than to be your guide,” Adam responded, and she jumped with glee before turning to Geralt with wide and pleading eyes. The plea was clear. ‘Let me experience the world without a shadow’ it screamed, and he nodded, warning her that for her safety it was best if she was back by dusk. She nodded and took Adam’s outstretched arm, allowing him to lead her away from the Witcher.
True to her word she returned as the sun was setting. She smelled of salt and fire when she did so, and explained that there had been a bonfire on the beach when he asked about the lingering smell of smoke. He gave her a brief once over, checking for any wounds as he tried to appear as apathetic as possible. When he was satisfied that she was safe he gave a silent nod. She grinned and kissed him on the cheek once more before allowing Adam to drag her to the center of the pub where people were dancing to the tune of a mandolin.
He had succeeded in appearing apathetic, but he was anything but. Worry had etched itself across his forehead every moment she was gone and as she reappeared, he had wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms. And now, as she danced with Adam anger was bubbling within him, waiting for the chance to pull the young silversmith limb from limb. His hands were all over her as they danced. They lingered at her hips and bunched the fabric of her skirt. As she twirled around Geralt knew the look Adam was sending her way. Longing for once was and a lusting for what rested in his hands now. She was laughing all while he did so, catching his hand and allowing him to spin her across the makeshift dance floor. Her fingers brushed away stray pieces of hair, lingering on his cheek and tracing his neck with remembrance of the past. The clear past between the two grew only more obvious when a slow tune came on and they held one another close with aching familiarity.
Geralt downed more liquor than he had in months as he watched them, until he could take no more and left to their room, hoping that sleep would ease the aggression coursing through his veins and the tightness in his pants. He laid in the dark, unable to sleep for half an hour when the door creaked open. A ray of light struck his face and he watched Y/N slip inside as quietly as she could. She was still panting from the dancing, chest heaving in the golden light of her candle.
“Geralt?” she whispered, and he grunted in response, “Are you alright?” He grunted again. She was always asking if he was okay, as if she had nothing to do with the agony he was forced to endure day in and day out. “Are you ill? I can call for a healer.”
“I’m fine.” She set the candle down and approached him, kneeling beside the bed.
“Are you sure?”
“How do you know Adam?” he asked, swiftly throwing the attention from himself.
“He used to work in the palace.”
“And what was your relation?” Geralt was sitting up now, looking down at the sight of her resting on her knees between his legs. He fought to rid the idea from his mind, but it seemed to have dug its claws in.
“I don’t quite understand what you mean,” she whispered, and he growled, pulling her to her feet and pushing her against the wall. She didn’t struggle as he had expected her to but looked at him with apt fascination.
“I mean how did you interact. How often did you sneak from your bed to meet him in the dark of night? How often did the innocent princess wed to another allow temptation to guide her? And what exactly did temptation bring?” he growled, and she froze, revealing that he was correct in his assumption.
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered and he smirked, trapping her between his body and the wall as ale began to make decisions for him.
“Well, I know he didn’t truly ravish you based on the way his eyes were imagining it tonight, so I ask again. What did you allow the lowly silversmith do to you?” She struggled at his insult of the silversmith, but he held her far too tightly. “Did you let him kiss you?” he asked, leaning in until their lips were mere centimeters apart. When she did not answer he tutted softly. “Come on Princess, I need an answer.” She nodded, eyes wide and lips parted. “Where?” Silence again, but this time he took a different route in pulling the answers from her. He pressed his lips to hers with rough admiration and pulled away. She gasped at the removal of contact and he pressed his lips against her throat, sucking gently at the soft skin. “Did he kiss you here?” she nodded, and he moved to her shoulder, kissing her again. “Here?” She nodded once more, and he moved his lips to where the slopes of her breast began. “What about here?” She shook her head and he pulled away, surveying her as a predator does their pray. “What else did you let him do?”
“Nothing,” she replied, and he shook his in disappointment.
“No need to lie, Princess. Nothing bad will come from a little honestly, especially when you are so very wound up. So, tell me, what did he do to you?” She remained silent and gasped when he pulled her onto his lap, bunching her skirt at her hips and running his hands along her thighs. She was so soft beneath him, her hips rocking forward ever so slightly even as he did nothing but touch the outside of her thighs. He slipped a hand beneath her dress and cupped her center. She let out a soft moan, hands finding his hair as she rocked forward with more need. She was velvety in his hand, her core so wet it seemed it was melting at his very touch. Her breathing turned into needy whimpers, struggling to feel more friction between her core and his hand, but he was not done interrogating her.  “If you don’t want to tell me what he did, tell me instead why he was sent away.”
“Someone caught us,” she moaned, still caught in the high of his pleasure, and he froze, hands clenching against her flesh. She yelped and tried to pull her away, her core pulsing against him in protest, but he did not relent.
“And what were you doing when they caught you?” All of the sudden a smirk appeared on her face, any fear she had before dissipating in an instant, and she grabbed onto his shoulders pulling herself forward. She pressed against him and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“We were in an empty hall. And he had me pressed to wall, my legs wrapped around his waist,” she said and he growled, hoisting her into the position she had described. Her legs tightened around him and she pressed kisses against his neck. “And I was moaning so loud it was a wonder someone hadn’t caught us sooner. If they hadn’t caught us, I would have let him take me in that very hall.” Geralt growled and pressed his lips to hers. He was hard against her, straining against his pants as she rubbed against him. “But they sent him away and I was forced to endure hours of lecture, about the sanctity of remaining pure for one’s husband,” she whispered, grinding against him as she pressed kisses against his chest, but at the moment she mentioned ‘husband’ Geralt froze. What the hell was he doing? She was to be wed and he had her wrapped around him like a common minx.
He was supposed to keep her safe, but defiling her would do anything but, so with great effort he pulled away, unwrapping her from his body. And pulling away.
“What just happened?” she asked through pants of frustration.
“Your husband,” he growled, and she had the audacity to look bewildered. “I will not take you away from your husband. I apologize and assure you it will not happen again.” She looked like she wanted to scream, or worse cry, but she only nodded and stepped away from him, smoothing down her dress.
“Yes, my husband. I hope this will not make things uncomfortable.”
“It will not,” he assured her, and she nodded with an unexplained sadness and retired to her bed, allowing Geralt to do the same, and revel in the frustration he had created for himself.
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gmax-centiskorch · 4 years ago
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“A Bug’s Life” certainly isn’t one of Pixar’s more memorable films, but it may have contributed to the modern political landscape in a major way. The grasshoppers in “a bug’s life” being given six limbs while the other bipedal characters (the ants, Manny, Gypsy, etc.) have four despite all of them being hexapods is an example of western media using dehumanization and caricature to distance “the other,” from ourselves, making it easier to cast judgment on the party in question while simultaneously making us forget that they share our ordinary, mortal roots. Furthemore, “the other” (grasshoppers, in this case) are portrayed as alcoholics (by proxy), gamblers, and - in the case of Thumper - rabid, animalistic savages, making it even easier to dismiss “the other” as simply that - something far extended from ourselves. The tendency of a collective to engage in “othering” often leads to complacency, as demonstrated by the resurgence of white nationalism and Nazism in the United States following decades of German/Nazi “othering.” Curiously, however, “A Bug’s Life” also serves as a socialist allegory about the power of assembly and union, demonstrating how the working class can rise up against the bourgeoisie to reclaim power and redistribute resources to the populace. This begs the question - where does a left-leaning allegory that takes advantage of centrist/right-leaning propaganda tools fit into 21st century radicalization, polarization, and unrest? In this essay I will
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armysantiny · 5 years ago
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The Death of Me - YS
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-vampire!reader, vampire!au, angst(?), fem reader
He had always known what you were - a vampire, a creature of the night - but it never fazed Yeosang all that much, you were one of their closest managers after all. Yeosang was the one who helped you reveal your vampirism to the boys and your co-workers, his humour breaking the news better than anything you could have thought. Out of everyone in KQ, you were the only one he trusted to call at 2 am when the morning's news of another vampire staking plagued his thoughts again. He knew it couldn't have been you, but still, what if it was? Seonghwa was who comforted him, holding the younger male and whispering nothings of 'Y/N Noona's going to be fine, don't worry~'
"Up late again Sangie?" You asked him in the morning, sipping on your flask of AB - like it was coffee- as the group stretched. He nodded as he stood up straight, Hongjoong beating him to the punch by pulling you over to the side. As the leader of the 8-member boy group, he was concerned for Yeosang's well being.
"What's the matter, Hongjoong-ah? You look concerned - is it because of Yeosang?" The sigh and nod from the male told you all you needed to know. He had pleaded with his manager a while ago to let you stay with them at the dorm for a few days, to which his manager agreed; it would probably do both parties some good. If the 'experiment' of sorts did work, you'd most likely start moving in with the boys after a while.
You scrolled through your phone as you popped out for some air, walking towards a convenience store. Putting your phone away after you stepped foot inside the brightly-lit store, you trailed the drink isles until your regular drink was nowhere to be found. Sighing, you decided to leave, only stopping where you were when something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. The store clerk was wearing a badge. A blood drop badge at that. Relief coated your face as you made your way over.
"How can I help?" They asked first, seeming particularly cheerful,
"Do you receive any AB donations? I'm on a work break right now and I kinda forgot to bring some with me" You asked - and admitted as the youthful-looking male in front of you blinked in confusion first before nodding in realisation. Nodding and sweetly asking you to stay put by the counter, he ran into the back to see where his manager had placed the box labelled 'AB'. In the meantime, you fiddled with a mirror you kept in your pocket, fixing a few stray hairs that fell in front of your face.
It had two hours since you left and Yeosang - and the other members - hadn't seen you since. You'd gone home for the rest of the day on your manager's advice, nursing a red moon craving and forgotten to inform your boys of the changes. Jongho had been keeping an eye on his hyung and had also been watching his phone throughout the day, just in case. While the other members had extra practise and things to do, Yeosang and Jongho were Scot-free for the rest of the evening.
"Hyung, let's just call Noona instead. Worrying like this can't be good for you at all." Jongho insisted, bringing his phone out of his jacket.
"Ok - you do have a point. She could've just been at home." The older agreed, looking for his phone which had been on charge. Unlocking the device, his eyes enlarged in horror as he read the breaking news headline that popped in his notifications. A group of vampires had been surrounded and brutally murdered, stakes driven through the heart as a 'calling card' of sorts. His hands were shaking as his feet remained plastered to the floor. It didn't help that one of the victims looked like you - almost too much like you.
"Hyung! What's wrong?!" The maknae's voice snapped Yeosang back to reality, as Jongho pulled the phone away and took a read of the article himself. Exhaling sharply, he exited the page in a heartbeat and wasted no time in searching for your number.
Red moon cravings weren't fun. Not at all - the uncontrollable red eyes, overwhelming senses, animalistic instincts; you had all the symptoms. But they had started to settle down and you were more than glad, especially when the phone started to ring. You answered it immediately, already knowing who was on the other line.
"Yes, hello?"
"Oh my God - Noona, you're okay?!" You heard Yeosang cry out in relief, a faint 'told you hyung!' and laughter emanating in the background.
"I'm fine Sangie - is Jongho with you as well?"
"Uh - yeah, yeah he is. Do you want me to put him on?" He asked, waiting for your reply at the other end of the line. There was nothing for a while, and he was starting to worry again - what was happening to you on your end?
"No, no, it's perfectly alright. Hold on - it should be the end of everyone's schedule, right? I'll pick all of you up, then we can go to the dorm. Sound good?" Yeosang hummed contently in agreement with your offer, hanging up the call with a weight lifted from his chest. You were alright, thankfully.
Driving through the streets of Seoul to pick up the boys in your mini-van, you switched off the radio and tried to take your mind off current events. Eyes sinking from brown into a deep red hue, you ignored it and continued to drive towards the entertainment building. It wasn't as if you'd had any personal connections to the victims, but as of quite recently, just hearing about the death of your kind had a tendency to set you off - intentionally or not. As KQ came into view, you parked up in the parking lot and stepped out, leaning against the door as you called your colleague, letting him know that you were ready to pick the members up.
"Hey, boys - ack!" You were cut off when the boys jumped you and engulfed you in a group hug, "I love you guys too~, now come on - we've got a dorm to be going to." They let you go after a while, bright smiles on all their faces. All piled into the vehicle, chatting amongst themselves the second you shut the door. Walking to the driver's side, your hand stopped at the handle when a searing cough ripped through your throat and chest - a blood craving taking hold. Although it had mostly gone unnoticed, Hongjoong, Yeosang and Jongho had spotted what happened and watched your behaviour with caution from their seats on the mini-van.
On the drive back to the dorm, you'd reached for your blood replacement tablets repeatedly - they were almost finished by the time you all collectively reached the dorm. As the Ateez boys left the mini-van, Hongjoong and his two younger group-mates, helping take your suitcase-worth of clothes inside and upstairs to the apartment.
"Alright. I'll be sleeping in the living room - my clothes can stay here." You announced as soon as you kicked your shoes off and set them aside, moving your suitcase to a corner of the room. It was late at night, so there wasn't much in the way of chatter as the boys dragged themselves to their rooms. Making yourself comfortable as you laid on the couch, you closed your eyes in a futile attempt to get any sort of sleep. Which, of course, didn't work - a desire to satiate that burning thirst stopping any rational actions. Getting back up, you found and opened your suitcase in the dark of the Ateez dorm, taking out what was considered the wine-bottle equivalent of blood.
"Noona? What's going on?" Yeosang's tired and raspy voice came from the entrance of the hallway, ruffling his hair while he squinted as he tried to make out your silhouette in the dark. His question pulled your attention away from the bottle and now the glass that was in your hands, setting it down on the table in the current dim lighting of the living room. In a wordless exchange, you patted the empty space beside you - inviting the awoken male to sit with you. Yeosang took the invitation and sat down, a comfortable five minutes of silence passing between you both.
"...Yeosang, you do know it's three am in the morning, right? What's keeping you awake?" You asked, after watching how his eyes would start to close every so often, only for Yeosang to open them sharply.
"I think it's all the news going around - my mind won't let my rest at all." He admitted, looking at his hands. Sighing as his thoughts ran freely, Yeosang picked up the AB bottle and observed it, a simple question popping in his mind that just had to be answered.
"Is there a difference?"
"Difference in what, Yeosangie?" He held out the bottle, indicating to clearly labelled blood type before placing it back on the table. Didn't blood just taste the same?
"Blood types Noona. Is there actually a difference?"
A few hours after you'd explained how blood types were different and how they affected personal taste, you'd found Yeosang fast asleep, head resting on the couch. With no real use for your blanket anymore,  you covered the younger male with it and placed the pillow behind his head, moving his dyed-blond hair out of his face. But you stilled when the scent hit you - rich vanilla and caramel. Maybe it was because of the red moon, but self-control stopped being a thing you had once your gaze travelled to his porcelain perfect neck.
Yeosang's eyes awoke to your fangs grazing against his skin ever-so-slightly, just enough to startle him. That self-control which had gone out of the window made a sudden return and the realisation of the current situation had you spiralling back in fear of yourself. Eyes quivering in terror as you scrambled away, your breathing was heavy and uneven as you held your head in your hands. Were you really about to bite down into the male who you were the manager of?
'I'm a monster...I almost bit him. Why couldn't I stop myself? How could he ever trust me agai-'
"Noona! Calm down, you're shaking!" Yeosang had rushed over to your side, his hand rubbing your shoulder as he tried his hardest to get you to look at him. Breath hitching in your throat as his scent hit you once again, you shook your head at his pleas to look at him, looking away with your head hung, ashamed at your actions. During this exchange, the other members had started entering the living room as they awoke, only to be shushed by Yeosang before they ended up asking any questions that would make you feel worse than you already were.
Could you really control yourself around the members?
Everyone was lively and chatty during breakfast in the dorm - you'd offered to make scrambled eggs and pancakes to try and forget earlier's mortifying experience. Plating everything as you hummed, the boys thanked you gratefully and immediately got stuck in with their breakfast. As much as your vampirism meant food didn't taste as flavourful as it would, watching people enjoy your food made you feel just that little bit more normal. Just that little bit more, human.
A week had passed since then, and Yeosang could tell something was wrong - they all could. As their manager, you were perfect, but once work had ended, it was more than clear that you weren't in good shape. But you already knew this; you were doing this to yourself after all. You hadn't been feeding on purpose - not since you almost bit down on Yeosang. All your senses were dulled, mellowed and nothing felt the same. Zoning out for long periods had quickly become a regular occurrence.
It then became two weeks without a single drop of blood and Yeosang had seen you suffer for long enough. Conveniently, it was his off-day and he was determined to get you to have something. Finding you in the dorm kitchen with a book in hand, reading while a cough ripped through your throat every so often, the 20-year-old sat down and rested his head in his hands, watching you with concern in his eyes. You looked so...weak and fragile - and it broke his heart.
"...Yeosang? What - what do you want?" Your voice was hoarse, throat was dry and it made speaking all that much harder.
"Noona, when was the last time you fed? At all?"
"Uh - two weeks ago, I think. Why do you ask-" Yeosang cut you off by pulling you into a hug, moving his head to the side and bringing your face into the crook of his neck - where you could smell the scent of his blood as it flowed - more intensely than you ever had. You couldn't do it...you wouldn't do it. Not to him.
"I know you're hesitating. Please, please just do it. I trust you Y/N, and you can't be doing this to yourself anymore. It's not healthy." He wrapped his arms around you tighter, his pleas making you sigh in defeat. He was right, you knew he was; you'd most likely collapse without blood if you kept this up any longer.
"Thank you Yeosang - and I'm sorry." Sinking your fangs into his neck as softly as you could, you lapped at his blood feverishly, drinking your fill. His grip tightened and his breath shallowed as the blood left his body, but it was worth it. Stopping before you took any more, you cleaned the fresh wound and helped the younger male to the couch. With an airy giggle, Yeosang held onto you and tugged on your arm, pouting as he asked you to sit with him with his eyes. Complying, you sat with him as he laid his head on your shoulder.
"That hurt less than I thought it would - do you feel better Noona?" Even after having his blood taken from him, he was still thinking about your well being - how is he so lovely? Simply smiling, you nodded as you wrapped an arm around him.
"Much better Sangie. Thank you."
"Then you can feed on me more often!" He offered - well, more so stated, "Or I'll have to make you - depriving yourself isn't a good choice." Yeosang promised, dozing off as he spoke, a pleased a smile donned on his face.
"My God - you're going to be the death of me Kang Yeosang."
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Staci, Jacob, and John info - BIRTHDATES AND ZODIACS! Let’s make it official!
Since Ubisoft, at least for Far Cry 5, gave almost every character in-game the same face model as their voice actors, I thought what if their birth month/year were the same too?
Well, my dear bros, take a few minutes to read these incredible Zodiac traits for Staci/Julian Bailey, Jacob/Mark Pellegrino , and John/Seamus Dever, and it will prove these are really them! CELEBRATE ACCORDINGLY💕
Also thank you Anna @leavenopathuntaken, Doggo @decapitatedreality , and Jake @till-28 for your love and support
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Staci: Birthday: May 25th (1992 Chinese: Monkey) Gemini -
***bonus info: “Pratt” Surname - English: nickname for a clever trickster, from Old English prætt ‘trick’, ‘tricky’, ‘cunning’ (which is found in use as a byname in the 11th century). This surname is quite common in southeastern Ireland***
- Monkeys are sharp, smart, but naughty.
- People born in a year of the Monkey have magnetic personalities and are witty and intelligent.
- Monkeys are fast learners and crafty opportunists. They have many interests and need partners who are capable of stimulating them.
- Although they are clever and creative, Monkeys can't always exhibit their talents properly. They like to accept challenges.
- Gemini rarely has hidden agendas.
- Playful and intellectually curious, Gemini is constantly juggling a variety of passions, hobbies, careers, and friend groups.
- the social butterflies of the zodiac:
- These quick-witted twins can talk to anyone about anything. Find them buzzing between happy hours, dinner parties, and dance floors.
- These curious twins are terrific pioneers, using their energy to spearhead innovative creative projects.
- A fearless thinker, Gemini is always down to try something new.
- These hyperactive air signs have short attention spans and are most satisfied when they can move fluidly from one idea to the next.
- Gemini is all about output, so these twins love to chat and often speak with their hands (which happens to be the body part associated with Gemini).
- They love texting and tweeting almost as much as they love talking IRL. In fact, the act of expression is often even more important to loquacious Gemini than what is actually being said, and they must remember to be thoughtful with their words. Another incredible Gemini quality, however, is that these natural chameleons can quickly recover from even the most shameful foot-in-mouth moments. Gemini moves too fast to care about embarrassing missteps: They simply move on.
- SEX: Gemini are represented by the twins, and are accordingly known for their dynamic duality. While some Gemini may literally explore multiples by way of threesomes, these air signs have enough personality to make even a monogamous get-down feel like an orgy.
- Gemini are ruled by Mercury, the planet of communication, so when it comes to dirty talk, these twins wrote the book: They’re extremely turned on by detailed accounts of lovemaking…even as the act is underway. Switching positions frequently during sex is extremely arousing for these energetic lovers. And don’t forget that Gemini rules the arms, so any opportunity to pin down, hold on to, or cuddle up to these limbs is a massive turn-on.
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Jacob: Birthday: April 9 (1971 Chinese: Pig)- Aries:
***bonus info: “Seed” Surname- from Middle English sede ‘seed’; a metonymic occupational name for a gardener or husbandman (farmer), or a nickname for a small person. from a late Old English personal name, Sida, a post-Conquest short form of compound names formed with sidu ‘custom’, ‘manner’; ‘morality’, ‘purity’ as the first element.***
- Pigs are diligent, compassionate, and generous. They have great concentration: once they set a goal, they will devote all their energy to achieving it. Though Pigs rarely seek help from others, they will not refuse to give others a hand. Pigs never suspect trickery, so they are easily fooled.
- General speaking, Pigs are relatively calm when facing trouble. No matter how difficult the problems are Pigs encounter, they can handle things properly and carefully. They have a great sense of responsibility to finish what they are engaged in.
- Aries loves to be number one, so it’s no surprise that these audacious rams are the first sign of the zodiac. Bold and ambitious, Aries dives headfirst into even the most challenging situations (which is appropriate, since the body part associated with Aries is the head).
- Aries is a passionate, motivated, and confident leader who builds community with their cheerful disposition and relentless determination.
- Uncomplicated and direct in their approach, they often get frustrated by exhaustive details and unnecessary nuances. They like things quick and dirty, a temperament also reflected in their sexual proclivities.
- Aries leads with blind optimism, barreling through life with an electric joie de vivre that perfectly complements their distinctive impulsivity. These fire signs think after they leap, which often results in lessons learned the hard way.
- Aries represents the singular spirit. These rams adhere to an “every person for themselves” philosophy. While this self-determination can be inspiring, Aries needs to watch out for selfish tendencies.
- Aries is ruled by Mars, these courageous rams are always armed and ready for battle.
- Aries is known for an explosive temper, and although their outbursts don’t last long, it’s definitely best to avoid fiery rams until the steam has dissipated.
- But when these brazen rams are not flying off the handles, they’re upbeat, positive, and playful creatures who enjoy living life to its fullest.
- You can always be sure to spot an Aries excelling on the sports field, speeding down the highway, or organizing a vibrant party game.
- SEX: Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, and these fiery rams are known for their fast-paced, high-intensity approach to life. It’s no surprise that when it comes to sex, they’re turned on by impulsive, rapid bursts of passion that leave both partners wondering, What the hell just happened? — in a good way. Aries are always up for a challenge, and although foreplay is not their strong suit, they get riled up by the opportunity to take charge and get down.
- These pants-dropping, skirt-hiking fire signs are no stranger to quickies in unusual places, so don’t be surprised if your Aries lover wants to experiment with sex outside of the bedroom. Aries rules the head, so ask your Aries partner if they’d be into some extra hair-tousling, scalp-rubbing, or ponytail-pulling — chances are the answer will be an enthusiastic yes. These hot-blooded warriors should experiment with moves from behind: This sexy animalistic posture is perfect for impromptu trysts and sudden eruptions of desire.
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John: Birthday: July 27 (1980 Chinese Year: Goat/Ram) - Leo:
- Rams are the most sensitive of all the signs. They can also be the most creative and artistically talented and may be drawn to the spiritual or esoteric.
- They are intelligent, romantic, charming, and compassionate.
- Rams always like to look their best and have a terrific sense of style.
- They flourish in an environment where they can work at their own pace, in spaces that are aesthetically pleasing, and surrounded by approval, love, and support.
- Rams are also known as the most potentially vulnerable and needy sign.
- Roll out the red carpet, because Leo has arrived. Leo is represented by the lion, and these spirited fire signs are the kings and queens of the celestial jungle. They’re delighted to embrace their royal status: Vivacious, theatrical, and passionate, Leos love to bask in the spotlight and celebrate themselves.
- These lions are natural leaders, and they enjoy cultivating friendships and romances that are artistically and creatively inspired.
- . Playful Leos have no problem leaning into drama-fueled romances that are perfectly suited for the tabloids. (In fact, they may even prefer them.) After all, every Leo perceives him or herself as a celebrity.
- These astrological divas never get tired of lavish dinners, exclusive parties, or decadent designer wear.
- Leos are renowned for their stability, loyalty, and consistency. They are dedicated friends.
- Lions love to watch their mates succeed — until they feel threatened. They can become impaired by their ego, pride, and jealousy when they start to fear their star power will be eclipsed.
- Ultimately, Leos' own hubris is the greatest threat to their happiness.
- SEX: These lions are proud to proclaim they’re the kings and queens of the jungle. And when it comes to sex, fiery Leos are just as declarative — and performative — between the sheets. The biggest sexual turn-on for any Leo is to feel desired. Leos adore seduction (both giving and receiving) through lavish dates, over-the-top expressions of adoration, and grandiose romantic gestures. They purr at the very thought of being wanted, especially when that burning desire leads to passionate, dramatic lovemaking.
- Leo rules the heart and spine, so light caresses down Leos’ backs are a major turn on for these erotic wildcats. Leos should try seated positions in chairs (ahem, throne) for a theatrical sexual display that allows partners to share tender kisses while also finding their moment in the spotlight. (Lap dance, anyone?)
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