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reashot · 1 year

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New Years Hangover

Jaune is woken up by the first sun of the new years.

Jaune: Uhhh my head what just happened... I felt like I been hit by a truck... Why am I naked?

Ruby: Ahhh Good morning... And happy new years Jaune. ☺

Jaune: R-Ru-Ruby why, why are you in my bed. And where are your clothes. D-did we do it last night?

Ruby: What? N--

Why yes... We did do it last night. Multiple times actually. And we did it all night long and in every position imaginable and unimaginable. You even filled me with so much of your baby batter I can't even close it right. 😏

Jaune: Oh gods I'm a monster... I'm a horrible drunk monster for laying my hands on you.

Ruby: It's true. You actually took my first time. And I didn't have the time to give consent. 🫢

Jaune: What? Say it is not so. Please Ruby tell me I didn't do you know what...

Ruby: I'm afraid so. You forced yourself on me Jaune... Even when I told you many times not to... 😌

Jaune: I, I, I will give myself up to the Vale Police the first thing I do... I'm sorry Ruby, I'm so sorry.

Ruby: 😧!!! Oh no you don't! You can't give yourself up! 😨

Jaune: B-but Ruby I did something horrible to you...

Ruby: Y-you just can't! Okay, because, because I'm pregnant with your baby!!! 😫

Jaune: You what???!!!!

Ruby: Y-yes that's it. Ain't no way I'm gonna let my baby daddy go to prison. You don't want little Jaune junior to grow up without a dad do you? 👶

Jaune: I, I guess not but a baby... I guess I have to take responsibility by marrying you then. I mean you're my best friend. So getting married to you maybe isn't so bad.

Ruby: Yes Jaune you have to take responsibility for putting a bun in my oven. Now you have no choice but to marry me. 😈

While Ruby gaslight Jaune into marrying her something stir under a blanket near the two of them.

Ciel: *Yawn* Good morning everyone... Oh it's this time already.

Jaune: Why are you naked too? Oh gods did I do something to you too?

Ciel: *grabs Jaune arm to snuggle* Can't you tell?

Ruby: What?! No don't trust that hussy! You only did it with me Jaune. 😡

Ciel: Actually you did it with both of us... You made us service you together, then you take your time taking turn with us, forcing us to came and then you finished inside both us... I think I might already be pregnant with your child, daddy.

Jaune: I, I, I....

Ruby: You lying Bitch!!! Stay away from my man! 🤬

Ciel: Hey all is fair in love and war... And besides a Man like Jaune is wasted on you. He is better suited with someone like me.

While the two girls trying to claw each other eyes out. Something starts to stir under the blanket again...

Penny: Salutation! Friend Ruby, Ciel and Jaune.

*glomp at Jaune's chest*

Ruby: Penny? What are you doing here and why are you also naked?

Penny: Greetings friend Ruby, both Ciel and I were invited to celebrate new years festivity. Then friend Jaune accidentally ingest some alcohol....

Jaune: That's it! Please tell me what happened Penny. Did I do something to both Ruby and Ciel while I'm blacked out?

Penny: Ahh.... No you did not do anything to both friend Ruby and Ciel.

Jaune: Oh sweet, mother of. Thank you, oh lord. I'm not a rapi-

Penny: You did it with all three of us.

Jaune: *internally screaming*

Penny: In fact after you done with both of them. You start lusting after me saying. "Ha, ha, now that I had both Rupus, and Cipus now I want the Ropus" Then you starts to ravish me, tore of my dress, then stuck your gigantic cable inside of me, then pour some white liquids inside of me. And now I might have a little mini penny soon.

Jaune: I-I think might need some time to process this...

Ruby: No Jaune she's lying, you only did it with me and Robot can't get pregnant. 🤰

Ciel: Yes you only have to take responsibility for me. Don't worry about these others two. Just dump them somewhere in the alley.

Penny: He, he Friend Ruby and Ciel this game is so fun.

Jaune: Don't treat me like I'm some sort of a game!!!

Meanwhile outside the room peeking inside to watch the scene of carnage.

Yang: LOL this is so much fun. I should give Jaune more alcohol if I get to see more of this.

Weiss: You seriously need to get another hobby.

Blake:

Heh, heh, *slurp* more, more, I need more. More fuel for my novel!

Yang: And I think Blake has lost it...

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s0merand0midi0t · 7 months

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Something I will forever love about the Rwby fandom is how we all collectively agreed that Blake both reads and writes fanfiction.

#like we all saw that smut book and just collectively agreed as a whole: “yep this chick reads and write fanfics”#blake belladonna #this is why i love the Rwby fandom #rwby #love how we all collectively agreed on that #this fandom is something let me tell ya'!

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no-where-new-hero · 9 months

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*starts ao3 account in anticipation of blue castle fanfic month*

#i used to have an ao3 and then closed it in a fit of cringe terror #but i shall return for the sake of valancy and barney #will i be brave enough to write a smut scene for them?#only time shall tell #lmm lockdown #blue castle book club #blake’s last braincell

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brokentrafficknight · 1 month

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Blake's Beta Readers Pt 2

#rwby #rwby shitpost #blake belladonna #jaune arc #blake writes smut #rwby fanfiction

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uplatterme · 1 year

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aether and kaveh look like disney princesses i wanna fuck the shit out of

there is no need for elaboration

-🪸

—okay. you’ve got me hooked. rapunzel!aether in part 2! (tba)

—cinderella!kaveh/royalty!reader, sub!bottom!kaveh/top!dom!reader, amab!reader (referred with they/them pronouns) | cinderella au, semi-public sex, quickie, clothed sex, cum as lube, porn with actual plot (don’t let the tags fool u, this is so fucking soft)

You completely regret hosting this party.

It was something that your advisor had tasked you to do. Host a party, find a suitable partner, get an heir so the kingdom has someone to depend on, blah blah blah.

It’s not like you were even that old.

You sigh, a cigarette on your lips as you lay your back on the wall of the balcony. So many folks festering you, for that chance that you’ll somehow hand them their crown.

Your head aches at the number of conversations you have had to endure just to be polite, the amount of times you’ve had to shake off someone from hugging your arm without your consent.

“Oh, fuck!” You hear someone yelp.

And while the owner of this voice sounds overly anxious, you can’t help but want to hear it again, especially with the polite wording that the attendees have used to butter you up. someone swearing right in front of you catches your interest.

Hands reach the bottom of the balcony, and someone lifts their body up to get on the platform.

“Oh god, why is the entrance so crowded?” The person says.

Your ears perk up at that.

“Well, their highness did host it. it’s been a while since such an event has happened.” You answer.

The figure flinches, turning their attention to you.

Your mouth gapes as you finally see who that voice belonged to. Everything about him is enticing that you can’t help but to drown in his gaze.

He’s properly dressed as well, although not anything overwhelming to the eyes.

Now, which family had been hiding such a prince from you?

“Ah sorry, I didn’t realize someone was here.” He quickly apologizes. His cheeks flush, not expecting someone to catch him climbing up a balcony.

“You’re more than welcome to stay.” You offer, craving more of him.

He shakes his head, much to your disappointment.

“I’m actually here for something else.” he says.

You hum. “Also aiming for the heart of their highness, then?”

Take it, unknown prince.

“What?! N-No, not at all!” He screams in reply. “I mean, I'd be flattered if their highness even finds me a bit intriguing.”

“Have you met them?” You ask.

“Oh. I haven’t really got the time for that.” He answers, although he seems to be in a melancholy thought when he does.

Still, you breathe at his beauty. You think you can stare at him for your whole life.

You quickly try to change the topic.

“So, what are you here for?”

He points behind you.

You turn your head back but what faces you is nothing but the empty hallway.

“Sorry?” You question.

“The castle.”

His answers just keep surprising you.

He blushes, rubbing his arm as he paces around the small space of the balcony.

“You’re interested in the architecture?”

As soon as you mention that, he brightens up. “Yes! From what I've seen, it’s alright.”

You feel offended. It is your castle, one for which you’ve decided most of the structure. He seems to notice his mistake as he panics.

“But don’t tell anyone that! Especially not their highness…”

You grin.

“Perhaps, the inside can change your mind?”

“Inside? I don’t think we’re allowed—”

“If we don’t get caught, it’s fine, right?”

“Yes, but—”

You grab the stranger’s hand and lead him inside, he stumbles in after you, the warmth in your hand startling him.

You bring him into different rooms, hoping that one of them will at least suit his taste.

“This?”

“It’s a bit cramped, the furniture set is going against the wallpaper.”

You roll your eyes, he’s so damn picky. That, or you’re just really bad at interior decorating.

Still, you smile at every single word he says. Being royalty, you have no damn clue what he’s saying. But with that pretty voice of his, you could listen to it for hours.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh? What if their highness were merely shown bad choices by their architects?” You say, hoping that wouldn’t risk the random attendee persona that you’re playing at the moment.

“If that’s true, they should’ve fired those architects.” He states confidently.

You laugh. “And what, hire you instead?”

He purses his lips, he didn’t expect you to get that so easily.

He stays silent.

“Do you want to?” You ask.

“Get hired?” The look on his face is so innocent like he can’t even believe that you’re asking such a thing. As if the answer is painfully obvious.

You shake your head.

“To build a castle.”

He stares at you dumbfounded. His eyes glimmer as he grabs your hands and does so aggressively. You don’t mind even a second of it.

“Are you fucking crazy? T-That’s like my dream!” He admits. He’s smiling widely, his face nothing but only a few centimeters away from you.

He starts babbling about the materials he’ll make it with, the different types of rooms and decorations he’ll add. He’s so damn fascinating, you don’t even care about the speech that you’re supposed to give by midnight.

It’s like he has planned this for a long time. Everything he says is so intricate. His hands move as if he’s drawing it, he’s a bit shaky but it’s obvious that it’s from excitement. To your amazement, the way he describes everything makes it seem as if you’re actually in that castle in your head.

Once he realizes how much he’s talking, he stutters an apology.

“Sorry! It’s just that no one has ever asked me about this, I mean at home I—”

“Okay. I’ll give that to you.” You reply genuinely, your eyes are focused on his soft lips.

His chest heaves and his golden eyelashes flutter with grace…just looking at you.

“You know that’s impossible. I’m not even a professionally licensed architect.”

“It’s not.”

You’ll make it happen, even if your advisor goes against it. It doesn’t matter if you have to demolish the entire castle you’re in right now.

“It is! You’re just flattering me, I get it. You’ve been nothing but nice to me, but you don’t have to promise and lie to about such things.”

“I mean it.” You say it so sternly that he almost starts believing it.

He sighs deeply. “Going to this party is already a dream come true. There was this little green fairy with white hair, I—”

The words slip out of your mouth, cutting off whatever stupid things he has to say.

“Meeting you is a dream come true.”

The next few moments are a blur. Your hands are all over the unknown stranger. Fuck, it’s as if you’ve been hit with a love spell. You want to keep kissing his mouth, tell him that he has nothing to worry about when you’re with him. That you’ll do anything he asks.

Your prince whines and the sound has you going insane.

You want more.

You’ve gotten so addicted easily that your mind is insatiable.

It doesn’t matter that the room is left unlocked, no one is going to keep your hands off him.

“Hah—God!” He breathes enticingly. His mind is so hazy, so weak at how his heart is pounding each second.

You take off his coat, the clothing echoes as it falls down on the floor. His blouse is silk and you swear you can see the way his chest is lined underneath the white cloth.

Your fingers rubbed his hardened nipples and his entire body shivers. He holds onto your shoulders for support, the aroused moan that escapes his throat is just enough for you to keep doing it, and so you do.

“W-Wait! I-I’ll—” He pushes you for a moment, to take a breath as he slowly composes himself.

You watch him impatiently. You can see how his cock twitches from his tight pants, the wet spot in the center, and his dick dripping from precum as the white liquid seeps through it.

You keep your hands inside your pocket. Despite how your pants are perfectly fitted for you, your cock is begging for warmth, specifically from the blonde stranger in front of you.

He then nods.

“I’m okay…we can continue.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any—”

“I can take it. It’s fine.” He says as if he’s in a hurry. You’re not sure if it's just because he’s needy or if it’s something else.

You still indulge in his wants, however.

You’ll have to make do with his own fluids although you really don’t want to do anything that’ll hurt him.

Your fingers steadily prepare his walls and you’re trying your best to not be greedy. His needs first, more than anything.

He’s so damn tight, not that you need to worry much as the sounds he’s making are signaling everything but pain.

He’s so soft and so perfect that you’re starting to get jealous of even your own fingers.

“Are you..?”

He nods, and desire fills his eyes. It looks like you’re not the only one getting impatient.

When you finally feel his insides with your cock, the expectations you had were completely blown out of the water. Your hands find their way to his waist and it’s perfect.

The first thrust is enough to send you to heaven.

“Keep going.” He pleads.

You continue to pound into him, enjoying how each one brings out a soft mewl from the blonde.

His cock is dripping white on the floor, and the carpet gets soaked. You know you need to get that replaced but instead, you want to keep the stain there, as if some kind of trophy.

And while you stir up his insides, a familiar noise bothers your ears.

You don’t let it even phase you, enjoying the pleasure that’s eating you up.

However, your prince decides otherwise.

“H-Hold on! What was that—”

“Just the clock. You don’t need to bother yourself with it.”

A groan escapes your throat, feeling how he tenses up all of the sudden.

“Is it twelve?” He asks.

“N-No, but it’s close. Five more minutes.”

“I need to go.” He says.

No way was he leaving you like this.

“What?”

“I’m so sorry, but I—” His words are cut off by his moaning.

The way you fill him up has him salivating. You didn’t even move but god, his walls clenching on you are betraying his choices right now.

“T-Three minutes.” He whimpers out.

“Thank you, love.”

Your fingers feel up his cock, stroking it up and down while still continuing to pound ruthlessly. He continues to scream out, his mind too overwhelmed from getting his ass and cock ravaged at the same time.

His legs quiver and you have to hold him still. You’re both close and you’ll make sure to have him finish in time at least.

“F-Fuck!” He sobs.

And the worries in your head disappear, cumming inside his walls as he splatters more onto the carpet.

You sigh, your chest thumping as you stand there with your clothes a mess.

He quickly slides off you, trembling but still hastily moving as if the adrenaline has gotten into his head.

“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll try to get in contact with you again. I swear!” He stammers out before fixing his clothes, nearing the doorway.

“Don’t go through the balcony! There’s an exit to the right of this room!” You say, helping him out despite your wishes to keep him here.

“Thanks!” He shouts back.

You swipe the sweat on your forehead, zipping your pants back on.

The clock chimes as it signals it’s midnight. What a fucking way to end the night.

You hear rushed steps from the hallway.

Your attention turns to the door. Did he come back?

Your disappointment is immeasurable when you find out it’s just your advisor.

“Your highness! I’ve been looking everywhere, you’re late for your speech—Oh my god, what did you—No, who did you?!” She looks disappointed.

You look down. Ah, right.

Who?

Oh fuck, you never got his name.

“I didn’t ask. Oh no.” The realization slowly sets in.

“Excuse me?!” Your advisor answers offended by your words. You can tell how stressed she’s been, her teal hair in a mess.

“I’ll be right there. Let me clean up first, Ma’am”

“I’ll get everyone distracted. Jeez, young ones these days!” She says before rushing away.

The urge to punch the wall in front of you right now is high.

You look at the floor and notice the coat on the floor.

It smells just like him.

You lay your head on the cold table, mind filled with everything but your duties. The only thing that’s engraved in there is nothing but the sweet prince you met a while ago.

But no matter how many times you’ve gone through portraits of different royal families, even going through the nobles, you’re not met with a match.

“Your Highness. I see you’ve been distracted again.”

“Madame Faruzan, I cannot do this anymore.” You tell her wholeheartedly.

Your advisor rolls her eyes.

“Right after I caught you and that whole mess, you should be working.”

“He’s a great guy! He’s skilled with his hands.” You argue with her.

“I do not need to hear what he did with you.”

“That’s not what I meant! He’s an architect, he’s good! I’ve heard how he works, I’ll vouch for him.”

“You’re biased. Something that a ruler should not have. I told you this when you were younger.” She warns you.

It seems that she won’t hear you out no matter how hard you try.

“I really cannot focus.” You say.

It’s the truth. You’ve been sleeping with that coat for weeks, along with other things. As if it’s actually him to begin with.

“If he’s such a great architect, then why don’t you work with that?”

An idea enters your head.

“Ma’am, you’re a genius.”

“Of course.” She says confidently with a smile.

She shakes the compliment off, lord knows she's the smartest person you’ve ever met.

“So? What’s your verdict?” She asks.

A day after, a letter was sent out to the people of your kingdom.

Needless to say, everyone was freaking out.

“Goodness, that’s a big deal. Isn’t it?”

“Right! That’s a big opportunity.”

The entire market was in an uproar as Kaveh shops for his family. He couldn’t care any, especially not with the consequences he faced from being caught out late in the night. They never knew that he went to the party, but he’s sure his snarky scholar of a step-sibling knows.

“Oh, Kaveh.” A friendly face greets him.

“Miss Nilou.”

She smiles at him,

“Are you participating?”

The confused face of Kaveh is enough for Nilou to shake the soul out of him.

“You have to! Their highness is currently looking for an architect to turn the whole castle into something new!”

Kaveh’s eyes widen. “…Actually?”

“Yes! Oh, you have to hurry! It’s only up till today!” She brings it up, and Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can.

It’s almost like a dream come true.

First, that little green fairy that gave him the opportunity to attend the party in the first place. Then, that person he met at the said party who he flushes at every time he thinks of them. And now, this?

He almost tears the whole place down from searching for his plates.

Kaveh compiles it in an envelope. He feels rewarded as if everything that he’s gone through has finally led up to something.

“Fuck! Where is it?” He’s missing a folder.

Technically, what he’s giving is already more of what was asked for. Still, the perfectionist in him cannot stand to not have everything in its place, especially not with the opportunity that he was presented with.

A knock comes from his door and he flinches, his family cannot know about this. They’ll get rid of it again.

“It’s just me.” He relaxes, rolling his eyes before turning back.

“Asshole,” Kaveh says.

“After I saw your folder in the living room and kept it? Alright, I’ll guess I’ll throw it out.” Al-Haitham replies sarcastically.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I kept it for a reason. I wouldn’t throw it out now.” Kaveh forcefully takes out the folder and shoves it into his envelope.

He wants to say thanks, but his pride is too high for that.

“Be home before your curfew, I won’t cover for you.” Al-Haitham says.

Kaveh knows that he will despite the annoying tone that he’s using.

He runs to the front of the castle as fast as he can, his legs were not made out for this kind of journey. Still, he won’t give up.

He reaches the gates luckily, just an hour before the deadline.

Now, all he had to do was wait.

“We got a lot of submissions…and most of them are barely even considered actual pieces. I mean, look at this. Who would turn a castle into a teapot?” Faruzan complains, searching through the different envelopes.

You take a look at the amount and you couldn’t help but agree more. It’s absurd.

“Everyone who’s a licensed architect can be thrown away.” You ordered.

“Did I hear that correctly?” She eyes you as if you’re crazy.

You are.

“It’s fine, I have faith in him.”

After that, the submissions are lessened quite easily. While there were some that had fit up to the standards, they weren’t simply what you were looking for.

You remember every single thing he said, if you could just match that up with an envelope then you’ll be fine.

“We have two left.” Your advisor states.

Two names in front of you. One was named ‘Albedo’ and the other one was named ‘Kaveh’. You hesitate to open, the anxiety that he never heard of this competition or that you have sorted away his piece is eating you.

Your advisor notices this and gives one of her very rare encouragement.

“You said you have faith.”

You sigh, trying to calm down.

“I do.” You say it just loud enough to believe it.

You and Faruzan both take one, opening them at the same time.

Your hands shake as you do.

This ‘Albedo’ is good. God, it’s gorgeous. Though what he’s sent out are more artistic than they are architectural, you can see the vision that he’s presenting, it’s something you think your mystery man would find great fun studying.

You literally cannot do this.

You only had one chance left.

It’s this or nothing.

Faruzan holds your hand while you go through his envelope. It’s breathtaking, it’s almost as what you imagined that time Kaveh was talking to you were right here, laid out perfectly.

“Kaveh.” The name sounds so sweet on your tongue.

Finally.

You dress up in a nice outfit, sitting on the carriage’s seat, trying your best not to scream. You could have gotten the wrong person, but you’re sure that this Kaveh is him.

You’re not accompanied by anyone except your coachman. You’ve asked him “if you’re there yet” about five times.

You bury your face in your hands. This is fine, you’ll be fine.

You almost smack your head face-first on the seat when the carriage comes to a stop without any warning.

The door opens for you.

You hear the gossiping of the people around you and you give them that perfect smile you’ve been taught to do even if it makes you feel uncomfortable.

There’s a person by the door. One who’s certainly not the one you met at the party.

“Hello.” You greet.

“Your highness.” He replies, bowing his head.

There is an awkward silence between the two of you. It is clear that neither of you likes talking.

“I’m looking for—”

“Kaveh, I presume?”

You nod nervously.

He opens the door and shouts, an annoyed response can be heard from the outside.

Everything’s fine, you rule this kingdom. If it’s another person, you can just bomb the whole place away!

The joking in your head does not make it any better.

“I swear this better be important, I was busy—” He stops talking as soon as he meets with your eyes.

There’s a flushed look on his face that matches yours.

“Oh. It’s you…”

There come the gasps from around you.

“He did not just call them that.”

“How disrespectful!”

“Right?!”

You cough, unsure how to state why you’re here. You just hand him the contract.

He shakes as he reads it.

“What…?”

“I told you that I’ll build you a castle.” You remind him.

Kaveh remembers and you can see everything click right in his face. He’s very expressive, not that you were a stranger to that.

“Y-Your Highness.” He stutters.

You wonder if it’s appropriate to go down on your knee.

Fuck it. You can have Madame Faruzan reprimand you later.

The people watching scream in shock as you go down on one knee.

“Now that we have that out of the way…Will you do me the honor of ruling by your side?”

Please say yes, please say yes, please say—

“What?!” Kaveh yells at you.

“G-Get up! Oh my god, your highness!” He tells you.

“I’m not standing up unless you say yes.”

The man you talked to previously whistles before heading inside the house. Kaveh glares at him, he did just not leave him in a situation like this.

“I’m serious, Kaveh.”

“You’re crazy.” He says.

“I know.” You look up to him hopefully.

He’s so red, it’s almost painful to look at. Not that you were any different from his case.

“I—Alright! Yes! So stand up already, your cape is getting dirty and everyone’s looking so—”

You pull Kaveh down by his collar, drowning in his sweet familiar lips.

#plattered writings #dom reader #sub genshin impact #dom!reader #sub genshin #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #sub kaveh #sub!kaveh #sub kaveh x reader #thirsts for blake

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the-mad-closet · 5 months

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Ninja Storm and/or SPD polycule

9, 10, 14, 15, 16, 39, 46, 70, 77

<3 <3 <3

Ninja Storm, please! SPD will come later, promise! You're a doll, Estel!

9 - Mommy/Daddy kink, 10 - Bondage, 14 - Sadism/Masochism, 15 - Roleplay, 16 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionist, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 46 - Sensation play, 70 - Gang bang, 77 - Giggly carefree sex

9 -Mommy/Daddy kink

Cam didn't really mean to let it slip, but uhh... Well, his boyfriends and girlfriend all know how his father is and his problems with his mother's death. Tori gets it first, of course, Cam's always been close with her. Not to say that he isn't close with the others, just that Tori's grounding for him. (She thinks it has something to do with their elements.)

It was fun and games at first, Cam jokingly saying "Thanks, Mom," or "Sure, Dad," or various other phrases. Then, as Shane's putting Cam on his knees and Tori's coming around his back as she drags her fingertips across Cam's shoulders, it kinda slips.

Cam tries to cover it up, but he's never been good at holding out where his significant others are involved. So, of course, Shane drags it out of him again. Tori is absolutely delighted. They keep it tame that night, but they absolutely have a discussion afterward. Mommy and Daddy become a casual words during sex when Cam gets overwhelmed.

10 - Bondage

Cam is usually the one the others tie up, because he really likes being ties up. (He says it's reclaiming, freeing, even.) Tonight, however, Cam's too dizzy to play, so Tori and Blake are looking after him, while Hunter and Shane are playing with Dustin instead.

Dustin wiggles in his bonds. He whimpers when he realizes he's securely caught. "What's going on?" he asks, a little worried.

Shane smiles. "Aww, don't you realize when you're caught, baby?" It's all play, Dustin knows what they're doing.

It's still hot when Dustin pretends he doesn't, wiggling around in those bonds like he couldn't get out in a half a second if he wanted to be.

Shane grins. "Be a good boy, won't you?" Dustin whimpers.

14 - Sadism/Masochism

Tori moans, little electric shock sparking up her body. Blake grins and thrusts up into her body. She braces her hands more firmly on his shoulders, pushing down to meet his next thrust.

"Oh, you feel so good," Tori tells him breathlessly. "Harder," she pleads. "More."

Blake is all too happy to comply. He charges his fingers up again, pressing them gently to her body and lets the shocks fly.

15 - Roleplay

Hunter circles Shane slowly, watching sweat bead on the Red Rangers forehead and drips down his face. "How does it feel?" he asks.

"What?" Shane snaps back.

Hunter loves it when Shane gets snappy with the play. It's his favorite thing. "To know your helpless," he elaborates. He circles Shane a few more times, watching his arms tremble as they loose feeling strung up above his head. Hunter watches Ranger Red stare at Hunter in contempt. It's almost convincing.

"Try me," Shane snaps.

Hunter smirks. This would be fun.

16 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionist

Blake is the one that likes being put on display. He wants people to see the effect his lovers have on him. Most of them don't mind letting strangers watch. The only one who draws a line is Cam. Cam's shy, but that's okay, Blake doesn't mind.

"Oh, yeah," Blake groans as Shane sinks further inside.

Shane chuckles breathlessly. "Feels good?" he asks knowingly.

"Yeah, please," Blake begs.

Shane grins. "See all those people?" he asks, leaning down to whisper in the Navy Ranger’s ear. "They're staring, baby," Shane continues. "How many of them are going to go home and get themselves or their partners off to the sight of you on this stage. Hmm?"

"All of them," Blake gasps as Shane starts to move.

Shane chuckles. "Better give them a good show, then, huh?" And with that, he winds back and slams forward. Blake howls.

39 - Intoxicated/Drugged

None of them are sure how it happened, but as long as they have a yes, they're all gonna reap the benefits.

Somehow, Dustin and Cam have been dosed with an aphrodisiac. Dustin thinks it was Kelly, who's husband pops Viagra pills like candy. For Cam, it would be easy for him to mistake pill bottles, but no one's sure how one would slip it to Dustin, who's a freak about what he eats because of motorcross.

"Please," Cam whines. "Please, please, please, it hurts," he pleads. "I can't stand it!"

Shane gives him a soft smile. "I've got you, babe. Don't you worry." He glances as Tori, at the Bradley's who are currently alternating between jacking Dustin off and fucking his mouth.

"Shane," Tori asks politely, breaking the Red's train of thought and drawing his attention to her instead. "Do you mind if I have him to myself first?" she questions.

Shane smiles back. "Not at all," he says. He stands and heads over to Dustin. "Have fun, Tor."

46 - Sensation play

A crack echoes through the small room. Hunter's pale skin reddens as Tori pets where she'd just hit. Hunter whines, hips rutting against her leg. His cock is trapped between his belly and her thighs, so while he can wiggle, he can't really get much good friction.

"Tori, please," Hunter begs, "you're killing me!"

Tori giggles. She rubs her hand over the red of Hunter's ass again. "Oh, I think you can take more, can't you?" she asks.

Hunter hesitates, feeling like he might call the safeword just to get her to stop and put her hands elsewhere.

Tori bats her eyelashes, though Hunter can't really see it. "For me?"

Hunter swallows the groan and hangs his head. "Okay," he breathes.

Tori's happy hum is worth it, even as another sting of pain and thrill of pleasure shoot through his body as her hand smacks his skin once more.

70 - Gang bang

Cam's got a blindfold on, a gag in his mouth, a cage on his cock, and his hole is lubed up well. Dustin goes first, by request. He doesn't usually get to fuck Cam, normally it's the other way around. Dustin slips in, quick and easy. He fucks forward and gently pulls back. Cam whines, long and loud, already sensitive from the rather intense scene they'd done earlier this morning. He isn't tied up, but that doesn't mean he's allowed to touch.

Cam's naked except for the blindfold, the gag, and the cage. Even his amulet has been pushed off to the side. It's how the other Rangers want him, and he hardly minds.

Dustin thrusts in a few more times, then groans as he spills himself inside Cam's hole. Blake and Hunter follow in quick succession. Cam whimpers, his cock twitching upwards in a valiant effort to get off. Shane's next, just as quick as Dustin had been.

When they're finally done, Tori approaches, unlocks the cage, and takes Cam in hand. Cam's a mess of whines, whimpers, grunts, moans, and half-formed please for more. When Tori finally sinks down on his cock, it's hard for him to hold back, but it'll be worth it in the long run. It always is.

77 - Giggly carefree sex

When they're by themselves, Blake and Tori have more giggly carefree sex. Blake likes to make Tori happy, that's his girl, you know? So when they just want to have sex, it's a lot of laughing, a lot of teasing, a lot of giggling and flirting.

"Do I make you happy?" Blake asks in the moment.

Tori giggles. "Of course, you do!" she replies.

Blake smiles, happy as he presses inside her again, making her moan. "You're my girl," he says. "I'd do anything for you."

Tori giggles again. "I know. I'd do anything for you, too!"

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