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Harry Groener
Facts
September 10, 1951
German American actor
Filmography
Joe [9-1-1: Lone Star: 2022]
Dad [A Place Among the Dead: 2020]
Harry [A Futile and Stupid Gesture: 2018]
Donald [Bread and Butter: 2014]
Gunther [Las Vegas: 2003-2006]
Mayor Richard Wilkins [Buffy: 1998-2003]
Lance [Mad About You: 1996-1997]
Ralph [Dear John: 1988-1991]
Dr. Campbell [Brubaker: 1980]
Appearance
dark blonde/ grey hair
blue eyes
Roleplay
playable: teenager, young adult, adult
#Harry Groener#male 50s#male german#male american#50s male american#50s male german#9-1-1: lone star#a place among the dead#a futile and stupid gestu#bread and butter#las vegas#buffy#mad about you#dear john#brubaker#dark blonde male young#dark blonde male teen#dark blonde male adult#50s male dark blonde#grey hair male adult#50s male grey hair#blue eyes male teen#blue eyes male young#blue eyes male adult#50s male blue eyes#teenager male#young adult male#adult male
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African-American man in car flirting with woman, 1955
📸: Charles "Teenie" Harris
#african american#black men#black male#black women#black woman#black beauty#black woman beauty#black girl magic#ebony men#ebony women#ebony beauty#ebony#black pinup#black pin up#black people#black folks#1950s style#1950s fashion#1950s vintage#1950s women#1950s#50s style#50s fashion#50s vintage#fashion 50s#vintage style#vintage fashion#vintage photography#retro photography#vintage
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im aware that this is just like,,,the nature of food. but it’s kind of galling when something takes 5+ hours to make and the family member who had the least to do with its creation eats seventy five percent of it in fifteen minutes
#this is about my father eating like 35/50 of the pot stickers my sister spent all day cooking (there are four people in our family)#but it’s also about my father eating approximately the same proportion of the peirogis we make on Christmas Eve#(we being my mother sister and i while my father plays video games)#and also how my mother made him dinner and made me a separate thing i like very much the other night and he ate both#pretty much every day i eat five potato chips for breakfast and then like fifteen more for dinner lol#that’s fine no need to get fat over the summer#im buying a bathing suit from an asian company so i want it to fit my large American body lol#i wouldn’t want to have sons for many reasons but one being that men eat too much and it’s gross#And no men you don’t really need to eat that much sorry you’re not Michael Phelps and being male doesn’t mean you automatically need 4x#more calories than the average woman. It’s like maybe a little more than 2x + whatever’s needed when exercise is factored in#(Like 1200-1400 vs 2500-2800 i think)#If I had a husband and more than one male child I would need to make an honestly insane amount of food and then still not get to eat anythi#because it doesn’t matter how much you make. my mom makes a lot of food. If there’s still dinner and it’s something my father likes#he will just take all of it. I can’t imagine if there were other men in our family I think my sister and I would have starved to death lol
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Do you have any cool bird facts
female raptors (eagles, hawks, falcons, etc) are larger than male raptors in pretty much all species. this happens even in groups not closely related to each other (ex: hawks and falcons), so its beneficial enough in their niche that its evolved independently a few times, though its unsure exactly what that benefit is atm (bc unlike males being larger in a lot of mammals, female raptors dont make a habit of fighting each other or using size to attract mates as far as we know). ex: heres a male and female Cooper's Hawk
somewhat mentioned above but falcons are more closely related to parrots than they are to hawks
Gray Catbirds and American Robins have been witnessed raising young in the same nest at the same time. In one instance (reported by Mulvihill and Murray), they were recorded caring for the young of both species in the nest, and when the Catbird young fledged, the adult Catbirds continued to provide food for the not-yet-fledged Robins. heres a pic of the nest from the report
the worlds oldest known bird as of 2024 is a wild Laysan Albatross named Wisdom who's 72-73 years old (at minimum, we dont actually know her birth date, just that she was at least 5 years old when she was banded in the 50s) and still raising chicks. here's her with one of her chicks
also Albatrosses have wingspans of up to 3.5m/11.5ft and have been recorded flying 49,700 miles without touching land (they do land in the water to eat tho)
this is from personal experience but if you walk around in a north american grassland for long enough, you Will get jumpscared by a Mourning Dove bc they make their nests on the ground in the grass and like to hang out on the ground in the grass and they also like to wait until youre right overtop of them to freak out and fly away from you
Bald Eagles don't get their fully white heads and tails until theyre about 5 years old
A lot of birds have been observed incorporating cigarette butts into their nests, and a study in Mexico on House Finches found that this actually results in drastic decreases in parasites affecting young compared to nests without them
Cedar Waxwings (and Waxwings in general) just look so smooth. they look like someone airbrushed them. look at this shit
in Jacanas, females lay eggs in multiple males' nests, and then the males raise the young by themself. Also they carry their babies under their wings like this
Horned Guan. Theyre endangered and live in a small area of central america. both the males and females have the little horn fez, the males just have taller ones
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Feminism has always, always had a history with Racism and White Supremacy - particularly in a way that promotes fascist leaning "Protection for Me and Mine" type "activism".
There have always been several Upper Class, White, Women at the helm of Feminist movements and it is something Poor, Working Class, Women of Color have been vocally criticizing since the First Wave.
I mean, US Americans, did you not learn about Sojourner Truth? Have you not read "Ain't I A Woman?"? It is one of the most famous early accounts of the racialized nature of gender. It perfectly highlights the way the social aspects of gender have always been barred from People of Color in a way they aren't barred from White People in a firsthand historical account.
Women's Suffrage, and subsequently the First Wave of Feminism was an actively Racially Segregated movement. White Suffragettes intentionally campaigned for themselves and themselves only because they thought that campaigning for Black, Immigrant, and Indigenous Women would undermine their own movement. They did not seek liberation for women, they sought the Systemic, Institutional Power of their White Male Peers and they got it - by intentionally leaving Women of Color behind them.
This is most evident in the fact that White Women received the right to vote in 1920, but Black Women did not receive the right to vote until 1965 with the Voting Rights Act. Almost 50 years later. That is over half a lifetime. This was also only approximately 2-3 years before Radical Feminism and the Second Wave began around 1967~1968.
If you think racial segregation and racism in the Feminist Movement ended with Black Women's suffrage and completely dissipated within the two years it took for the Second Wave to pick up it's feet, you are naïve at best and actively racist yourself at worst. The Women's Liberation Movement / Radical Feminism have always been White Woman's movements riding the coattails of the Suffragette's racism.
Look at the website for the Women's Liberation Front. WoLF is one of the original Radical Feminist organizations. It was founded in the late 60's and is one of the largest Radfem organizations to date. Now. Look at their board. Look at the photos of women they choose to include across their site. Look at the women who are speaking at their events. Beyond one or two token Black Women, it is a sea of Whiteness.
You know who is a special advisor to WoLF and the founder of the group "Standing for Women"? Kellie-Jay Keen-Minshull, aka Posie Parker. Kellie-Jay is the woman who popularized "Woman means adult human female" as an anti-trans slogan. Kellie-Jay is also real good buddies with - you guessed it! Neo-Nazis and White Supremacists!
WoLF also takes money from the Alliance Defending Freedom, (ADF) a Right Wing Christian Organization, and it's members have worked directly with the Heritage Foundation, a Conservative organization founded during the Reagan Presidency.
Radical Feminism as a political movement cares about the lives and held power of White Women under the guise of "Women's Liberation" in the exact same way as their foremothers, the Suffragettes. It's a foundationally White Supremacist movement. Black Feminists, Indigenous Feminists, Immigrant Feminists, and Colonized Feminists have been talking about this for over a century but it falls on White ears so why would they listen.
#original post#long post /#anti radfem#anti radical feminism#anti terf#feminism#feminist#anti racism
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hotvintagepoll Hot Men Tournament rundown thoughts
I promised a final recap post and here it is! I'll try to cover the questions I saw the most as we closed out the bracket, reveal my ✨secret faves✨, and talk about the biggest surprises and turnarounds I saw in the brackets.
Yes, this will get silly.
ROUND 1
As I've mentioned before, I worked off submissions for who to include in the bracket, so if your fave was missing—that's why. I used submitted pics when I could, but many submissions didn't have one, so I tried to find decent ones in the couple of days I had to prep the first round (I didn't always succeed). By decent, I mean pics where 1) I could see the hot man's face, so not too much moody lighting, and 2) hopefully conveyed something about his vibe, even if it was a funny thing (yes, I showed Howard Keel in full Shakespeare get-up—I'm not beyond putting up a pic because I think it's funny). I didn't know all of these hotties going in, so some I had to guess with, but when I could I tried to pick shots that had a touch of the humor, class, or genre of the hot man.
For Round 1 and Round 2, I grouped the hotties by each decade, so only '60s actors ran against '60s actors, '50s against '50s, etc. Male beauty standards shifted pretty dramatically over the sixty years this tournament covers, and I didn't think it was fair to pit dramatically different styles of beauty against each other immediately.
I pitted hot men against each other based on opposing energies—hot vs cold, elegant vs rough, comedy vs drama, etc.. I wanted the polls to be interesting and I've never liked brackets where everyone is clearly in different "lanes" until the finals! I also wanted to make polls where I couldn't tell which way they would swing, so by setting matchups that felt opposite but equal, I got to be surprised by the bracket results too.
The only reason we had any three-way matchups is because the amount of men submitted didn't round to a nice bracket number. I don't like them generally and find them really hard to balance.
Secret faves from Round 1—I am a James Coburn girlie and knew he would die immediately, so that was not a shock but a bummer. I similarly knew Robert Preston is only magical to people who have seen him do His Little Dance Routines in That One Iowa Musical, but it would have been nice for him to last longer.
Surprises—Jeremy Brett was a last-minute add and I didn't think he really had a shot, so I put him in as a third wheel on the Sean Connery/Dean Martin matchup. Little did I count on the Granada girlies. (Always count on the Granada girlies.) The Elvis/Peter Falk poll was the first one to gain any momentum—Elvis was winning for the first 24 hours but then, my god, did Peter fight back. I didn't expect the Tab/Toshiro poll to make that bad a mincemeat out of Tab—people have different tastes, and I thought the people who like blonde sunny All American white boys might turn out for The Blonde Sunny All American White Boy. Sorry, Tab. I hope you've peeled yourself off the sidewalk by now. And, of course, I was SHOCKED and APPALLED that James Cagney would be obliterated by, of all people, Mr. Bing Crosby.
SHADOW BRACKET
The fervor of the Harold Lloyd and Fredric March people inspired the shadow bracket, and I couldn't be happier at the way it's gone. You were right, the original photos I had for them did suck. Cunty Harold Lloyd in his little life guard uniform was a revelation.
ROUND 2
For Round 2 I'd gotten a better sense of who was doing well and who was not, so a little of that came into play, but I mostly paired on vibes again. (I genuinely think this is a good way to make a fun, challenging bracket.)
Secret faves—Noooo not hot dilf Dick Van Dyke don't take my hot inventor dilf away uwu!!! (He was up against Marlon Brando. I would have been shocked if he'd won but for a minute there, a glorious second, it was possible.) I am also a big old softie for David Niven's particular brand of repression to the point of volcanic rupture, but he is one of many hotties who does not look good without moving and speaking so I figured he would be going.
So much beef—hey! hey you. I ran a poll asking if we are horny for dancers. Yes, was the resounding poll response. Where, then, did all the fucking dancers go? This round we lost Donald O'Connor, Fred Astaire, Harold Nicholas; Sammy Davis Jr., Danny Kaye, Frank Sinatra, and Bing Crosby all sneak into this category as well, by token of having been in the kind of big MGM bang-a-pan-and-put-on-a-show beloved bedlams we all watch at Christmastime. Round 2 voters HATED musical matchups. Except for one.
The one—SOUND OF MUSIC, the voters said, WE LOVE SOUND OF MUSIC. we will KILL the man responsible for salad dressing because of the SOUND OF MUSIC. every other dance man can die but THIS man dances a FOLK DANCE with JULIE ANDREWS in a GARDEN. I did not go into this poll with strong opinions about Christopher Plummer or Paul Newman but my god did I leave having heard all of them.
Surprises—James Edwards/Anthony Perkins matchup was a nail biter! Conrad vs Oscar kept me up at nights. Surprised to see Basil Rathbone survive against Sabu Dastagir—both very fetching, but Sabu had some top-tier propaganda. Cesar Romero put up a surprisingly stiff fight against Cary Grant (an omen for things to come).
Oh horrors—horror heroes surprisingly fell all over the place. I was sure either Bela Lugosi or Turhan Bey would sweep their three-way matchup, but Michael Redgrave of all people carried through; Boris Karloff went down against Johnny Weismuller (while holding hands with fellow fallen hottie Fred Astaire), but at least we got his guacamole recipe before he went. Delighted to see that the Venn diagram of the coalitions who support horror hero Vincent Price and funny lil guy Donald O'Connor is a circle.
Secret faves pt 2—oh yeah, I fucking love Danny Kaye and Donald O'Connor. RIP funny lil kings.
ROUND 3
For some reason this was the hardest one to make matchups for. Oh no, all the men are hot.
Secret faves—Michael Redgrave i love you SO much you're SUCH an idiot, how did you make it as far as round 3. I want you to sweep the whole thing but you should NOT be surviving this. I love you, here's a kiss, go home.
Surprises—Marlon Brando is gone! Errol Flynn is gone! Christopher Plummer exhausted himself beating the organic oreos man to death and goes out with a whimper. Beginning to actually see the roots of #mifunesweep as Tyrone Power, a hot man very different from Burt Lancaster, who was in turn very different from Tab Hunter, also gets swept under the wheels of the unbeatable toshirobus. Conrad Veidt finds that no amount of purring svelte eccentricity compares to the people who will fuck a young Lt. Columbo.
SHADOW BRACKET 2
Cannot believe it but Veidt loses this one too. Perkins sweeps and becomes Prince of the Shadow Realm!
ROUND 4
At this point I've set a formal bracket that I'm following.
Secret faves—this isn't secret anymore, but losing Jimmy Stewart hurt.
Surprises—The Gene Kelly/Jeremy Brett matchup was the diciest one all round, moving back and forth between the two by sometimes .01%. Far more surprising, however, was Cary Grant getting eliminated before the quarterfinals. Grant has never been my type, but he is famous for being THE type, so while the writing had been on the wall the whole tournament—how on earth did Michael Redgrave even get 36% in his matchup?!—seeing Grant go down was a SHOCKER. Other fallen hotties included Gregory Peck, James Dean, Harry Belafonte, and Sessue Hayakawa. Peter Falk finally met his match in Omar Sharif.
QUARTERFINALS
Secret faves—I don't know if it counts as a secret fave, tbh, as my horses in the race really went out with Stewart, but I do have a soft spot here worth mentioning. Here's my childhood dog, Keaton.
The resemblance is truly striking, and yes, he was short, fast, and not prone to smiling.
Surprises—I couldn't predict how any of these matchups would go down, but I was most interested in Keaton vs Sharif, as they are both SO hot in SUCH different ways.
SEMIFINALS:
This was such a good batch of semifinalist contestants. By this point I think we could all tell Mifune was unstoppable (though I thought Sharif might give him a run for his money), but I really didn't know which way Robeson vs Poitier would flip.
FINALS:
I wanted Sidney Poitier to pull a last-minute sweep out of nowhere, but alas, Toshiro is just THAT GOOD (maybe. I will admit that I find Toshiro's domination a little hard to believe, given the variety and hotness of all his competitors; the man is hot but all these men are hot). I'm still happy with how the tournament went.
FINAL MEDITATIONS:
Biggest shock of a dropout: the loss of Paul Newman
Biggest "you people have no taste": the loss of James Cagney
Biggest victory: Paul Robeson making it to the semifinals over often-assumed champion Gregory Peck
Biggest coalition who deserve justice: dancing men
Biggest ask character: vents anon (currently eating Laurence Olivier)
Biggest, uhh, anything: how many of you are here! I genuinely thought it would be me and 10 other people voting for the whole tournament. I'm thrilled it took off like this!
I think that's everything, but I'm happy to answer addl asks. And THANK YOU to everyone for your tags, rants, impassioned propaganda, beautiful pics, and love for the hot men! See you for the ladies!
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Hey, everyone! You want to pull the ultimate prank against the Republican party? I mean this would be EPIC!
On November 5, 2024, all 50 million US citizens between 18 and 30 need to take to the streets and demonstrate against the erosion of civil rights for women, BIPOC, disabled, LBGTIAA+, and transgendered people. Take to the streets...and march right down to your polling station and vote! (Or, you know, early vote.)
This would be the flash mob to beat all flash mobs. The Republicans would never see you coming, because their whole strategy depends on keeping you depressed and disengaged.
Don't like the direction the Democrats are going? Take a page out of the Tea Party's book--they changed the direction of the Republican party by voting for it, and now they own it. Vote Democrat and nudge it leftward this election--then keep nudging it until you can take the wheel. Because the alternative is a hard right turn by the Republicans.
Not only would this be a lifesaver for countless people who are not "White male Christian Conservative Americans", it would also be funny as hell. Want to see Trump have a meltdown on international television? Want to see pollsters and political pundits say "What the fuck?!" Want to see the newspapers suddenly flock to gay nightclubs and college campuses to interview "average voters" instead of rural diners?
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I should probably finish that book on melanesian religion but like...the big points that you get from the early stuff make the later stuff less interesting
"Cargo cults" in the sense of religious movemenrs that mimic western technology (and use the term cargo) significantly predate ww2 (like, by 50 years)
Melanesian society was like destroyed by western powers using them for borderline (and sometimes literally) slave labor
The male populace was like all in distant plantations and then came back to the villages with broken bodies
White people were mysteriously very rich, this wealth came on cargo ships and source was vague
Revolutionary religious millenarian movements kept popping up the whole time
Preexisting millenarian movements had a thing about the ancestors coming back om boats
These combined to end up with the ancestors coming back and making you as rich as the white people
The magic got "white people stuff" flavored for pretty obvious class/power reasons
As far as I can tell, the idea that cargo cults originated from the plenty received during ww2 is basically straight up American propaganda about how great and generous we are
Uhhh. Yeah
So anyway this makes cargo cults much less sexy. Its just normal magic and millenarianism mixed with western stuff for coincidental reasons about the preexisting religion. Also magic that mimics technology has existed since forever
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Here's a refined breakdown of how I envision Stephanie Brown's style, a character whose perception is largely shaped by the male gaze;
While she's comfortable wearing feminine attire, her ultimate aesthetic leans towards more of a Adam Sandler-esque vibe. Her fashion sense, similar to Duke's in many ways, differs significantly from Tim and Bruce's habit of quiet luxury. Her gamine face and all American girl look creates an interesting dichotomy with the way she dresses. There's also a notable juxtaposition between how she navigates high society in comparison to Jason. Whereas the latter used to strive towards acceptance within Bruce's elite circle, Stephanie– and sometimes even Duke, when he feels like being a troublemaker– seeks rejection. She wears oversized men suits to black tie events to emphasize her different background. She leans more into it then– if only to make a point.
To touch back onto my understanding of the class dynamics at play within the Wayne family and how it reflects back on their personal style , I think there are five key-points to talk about– Upbringing, class, gender, race and generation.
Tim, Bruce, and Damian fall into a similar category, having been raised as wealthy boys in a racially homogeneous environment with privileged access to private education. Tim possesses a deeper awareness of his privileged worldview compared to Damian, who is more detached from poverty. Dick occupies a unique position due to his early adoption into the affluent world and his background as the son of performers, which cultivated his charm and adaptability. He seamlessly integrates into high society, drawing from his upbringing. Stephanie, Cassandra, Jason, and Duke, however, have experienced more time in lower-class environments than in financial stability, forming their own distinct circle. They share a mutual understanding rooted in shared experiences, vernacular accents, inside jokes, and nuanced awareness of class dynamics and microaggressions, which sometimes excludes the other group.
When Tim adopts a more casual, Gen-Z skater-boy persona outside of Wayne Enterprises' strict business casual environment, the second group sometimes call him a poser due to the African American roots of the skater style, which emerged in opposition to everything Tim represents– is. While they may be perceived as the "cool kids" within the house– and at school–, they are more protective of one another than malicious towards others, guarding their identity and personal struggles fiercely as an act of revendication.
She mainly listens to 90's and early 2000's rap music and blasts "Poor Lil rich" by 50 cent whenever she has a fight with Bruce or Tim.
#kinda ooc but my version is better#Fuck canon#listen to me#stephanie brown#duke thomas#Steph and Duke are platonic soulmates#batman comics#batfam#jason todd#batman#signal#tim drake#dick grayson#damian wayne
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lou ferrigno jr. in 9-1-1 s7 [50 gifs]
follow the source link below for [50] gifs of lou ferrigno jr. in 9-1-1 season seven (2024) and i've been meaning to post gifs of him for years but i finally had an excuse now that we all love him here uwu. all gifs in this pack were made by me. i claim no legal ownership over these gifs or the copyrighted material they're derived from, but i would appreciate it if you don't edit/redistribute/steal them. use these however you want, but like & reblog if you do!
cis male
born 1984
american of italian, swedish, and irish descent
cw: kissing
might update this post throughout the season for however long he recurs
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Sexting the Councilman - Kai Anderson
x fem!reader
CW: male masturbation, sexting w/ daddy kink
Word count: 1011
"America for the Americans! We are the wall!" Running candidate Kai Anderson ignites the crowd in a commotion of cheers and applause.
Kai smiles out at his supporters as they chant back to him, soaking in the vibrancy of the atmosphere. His phone pings on the lectern podium, and he looks down briefly to see a text message from you. Unfortunately you couldn't make his big speech, and to be frank, Kai didn't mind. He'd done his best to seperate you, the light of his life, from his plan for world domination.
You (15:33): how's your speech? kai for council!
Kai's eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw you'd attached a photo of you, across his desk in the basement, in an electric blue floral lace body suit, your thighs strapped in matching suspenders and garters.
You (15:34): can't forget the hat!
Kai chuckled when he'd saw the selfie you sent him next, wearing an Uncle Sam hat, that was embodied with small iridescent sequins.
He couldn't deter his gaze from the first photo, it was so fucking hot.
Kai eventually looked back up at the crowd, bidding them farewell with a grand wave, not without riling up the crowd again as he walked off stage. Letting out a sigh, he entered town hall, his phone held securely in his palm as he made his way to his campaign office.
"Right, everyone out!" Kai called, startling Gary and Jack who were sorting posters and arranging "Vote for Kai Anderson" signage.
"Divine Ruler, are you alright?" Gary noticed Kai's face flushed crimson, and the thin layer of sweat that sheened his forehead.
"Yes, now fucking leave, I have shit to do," Kai grumbled, sitting down in his desk chair and tucking himself under the desk. He was hoping they didn't notice the bulge growing under his suit pants.
"Yes, sir," they both filtered out of the room, locking it behind them as Kai let out a sigh of relief. He was finally alone to look at your photos, and he couldn't be more thrilled.
Kai (15:45): fuck my little lamb, you're so sexy, speech went well. Have any more for me?
Kai grinned as he sent the message, relaxing in his chair in a slump and hastily unfastened the button on his pants.
You (15:46): there's always more for my big sexy councilman, speech finished?
Kai sucked in a sharp breath as he saw you'd sent a video, my god did he love when you sent him videos.
Kai pulls down his boxers just enough to take out his throbbing cock in one hand, while the other holds his phone as he plays the video.
Turning the volume up obnoxiously loud, he watches intently, softly stroking himself as you bend down in front of the mirror, moving your panties aside, catching a glimpse of your heat wet with your own arousal. Kai doesn't know how many times he replays it before he finally replies.
Kai (15:50): id end the speech halfway through just to sit behind my desk and jerk myself off. Holy shit you've got me so hard.
You (15:52): you're so dirty daddy, come home so you can touch me. I'm so wet, I can't even think straight.
Kai (15:52): you know I can't yet. But.. you can show me how wet you are.
Kai closed his eyes for a moment, his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought of your slick walls contracting around his hard cock, daddy, please, more rolling off your tongue. His eyes opened again eagerly with another ping from his phone.
You (15:54): from the back, just the way you like it daddy :)
Kai opened the image from you, groaning quietly whilst his eyes scanned down the arousal that dripped from your folds, pooling into your panties that you'd pulled down halfway down your legs, your bare ass wholly on display.
Kai (15:56): fuck baby, your ass is so perfect. Can't wait to pound into you, i need to feel you so bad
You (15:56): I'm in the mood to fuck myself on your cock, would you let me?
Kai (15:57): you're such a good little girl. Ill have to wrap my hands around your pretty throat, need to see you gasp for air
You (15:57): will you fuck up into me when I get tired daddy?
Kai (15:57): I'm gonna make you cum again and again you won't be able to walk.
Kai's heart was pounding loudly in his ears as he panted to the rhythm of his fast strokes, spitting into his hand for lubrication. His thumb brushed over the tip, just the way you did it, his hips coming up greedily to meet with his hand.
You (15:58): is that a promise? I'll be so sensitive!!!
Kai (15:59): you'll cum as many times as I make you. Don't disobey daddy.
You (15:59): I think I'm already close to my first daddy.. I don't know how I'm gonna have more
Kai (16:00): what are you thinking about baby?
You (16:01): your fingers in my mouth, pulling my hair, wrapped around my neck.. how you call me a good girl when I make you feel good, your cock pounding in and out of me. Your tongue! Fuck please spit in my mouth daddy.
"Divine Ruler? There's a call for you," Kai recognised Gary's voice from outside his office, slamming his hand down on the desk in a fit of rage.
"Fuck off Gary! I told you I'm fucking busy!"
When Gary went silent, Kai let out a sigh of frustration, before returning to looking through his text conversation with you.
Kai (16:03): fuck, i can’t wait any longer. Just got interrupted, I was so close. I’m coming home now, do not cum without my permission, you hear me?
You (16:04): I may have already.. I’m so sorry
Kai (16:04): in for a long night then princess, see you soon.
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Perhaps it makes sense that women — those supposedly compliant and agreeable, self-sacrificing and everything-nice creatures — were the ones to finally bring our polarized country together.
Because the far right and the far left have found the one thing they can agree on: Women don’t count.
The right’s position here is the better known, the movement having aggressively dedicated itself to stripping women of fundamental rights for decades. Thanks in part to two Supreme Court justices who have been credibly accused of abusive behavior toward women, Roe v. Wade, nearly 50 years a target, has been ruthlessly overturned.
Far more bewildering has been the fringe left jumping in with its own perhaps unintentionally but effectively misogynist agenda. There was a time when campus groups and activist organizations advocated strenuously on behalf of women. Women’s rights were human rights and something to fight for. Though the Equal Rights Amendment was never ratified, legal scholars and advocacy groups spent years working to otherwise establish women as a protected class.
But today, a number of academics, uber-progressives, transgender activists, civil liberties organizations and medical organizations are working toward an opposite end: to deny women their humanity, reducing them to a mix of body parts and gender stereotypes.
As reported by my colleague Michael Powell, even the word “women” has become verboten. Previously a commonly understood term for half the world’s population, the word had a specific meaning tied to genetics, biology, history, politics and culture. No longer. In its place are unwieldy terms like “pregnant people,” “menstruators” and “bodies with vaginas.”
Planned Parenthood, once a stalwart defender of women’s rights, omits the word “women” from its home page. NARAL Pro-Choice America has used “birthing people” in lieu of “women.” The American Civil Liberties Union, a longtime defender of women’s rights, last month tweeted its outrage over the possible overturning of Roe v. Wade as a threat to several groups: “Black, Indigenous and other people of color, the L.G.B.T.Q. community, immigrants, young people.”
It left out those threatened most of all: women. Talk about a bitter way to mark the 50th anniversary of Title IX.
The noble intent behind omitting the word “women” is to make room for the relatively tiny number of transgender men and people identifying as nonbinary who retain aspects of female biological function and can conceive, give birth or breastfeed. But despite a spirit of inclusion, the result has been to shove women to the side.
Women, of course, have been accommodating. They’ve welcomed transgender women into their organizations. They’ve learned that to propose any space just for biological women in situations where the presence of males can be threatening or unfair — rape crisis centers, domestic abuse shelters, competitive sports — is currently viewed by some as exclusionary. If there are other marginalized people to fight for, it’s assumed women will be the ones to serve other people’s agendas rather than promote their own.
But, but, but. Can you blame the sisterhood for feeling a little nervous? For wincing at the presumption of acquiescence? For worrying about the broader implications? For wondering what kind of message we are sending to young girls about feeling good in their bodies, pride in their sex and the prospects of womanhood? For essentially ceding to another backlash?
Women didn’t fight this long and this hard only to be told we couldn’t call ourselves women anymore. This isn’t just a semantic issue; it’s also a question of moral harm, an affront to our very sense of ourselves.
It wasn’t so long ago — and in some places the belief persists — that women were considered a mere rib to Adam’s whole. Seeing women as their own complete entities, not just a collection of derivative parts, was an important part of the struggle for sexual equality.
But here we go again, parsing women into organs. Last year the British medical journal The Lancet patted itself on the back for a cover article on menstruation. Yet instead of mentioning the human beings who get to enjoy this monthly biological activity, the cover referred to “bodies with vaginas.” It’s almost as if the other bits and bobs — uteruses, ovaries or even something relatively gender-neutral like brains — were inconsequential. That such things tend to be wrapped together in a human package with two X sex chromosomes is apparently unmentionable.
“What are we, chopped liver?” a woman might be tempted to joke, but in this organ-centric and largely humorless atmosphere, perhaps she would be wiser not to.
Those women who do publicly express mixed emotions or opposing views are often brutally denounced for asserting themselves. (Google the word “transgender” combined with the name Martina Navratilova, J.K. Rowling or Kathleen Stock to get a withering sense.) They risk their jobs and their personal safety. They are maligned as somehow transphobic or labeled TERFs, a pejorative that may be unfamiliar to those who don’t step onto this particular Twitter battlefield. Ostensibly shorthand for “trans-exclusionary radical feminist,” which originally referred to a subgroup of the British feminist movement, “TERF” has come to denote any woman, feminist or not, who persists in believing that while transgender women should be free to live their lives with dignity and respect, they are not identical to those who were born female and who have lived their entire lives as such, with all the biological trappings, societal and cultural expectations, economic realities and safety issues that involves.
But in a world of chosen gender identities, women as a biological category don’t exist. Some might even call this kind of thing erasure.
When not defining women by body parts, misogynists on both ideological poles seem determined to reduce women to rigid gender stereotypes. The formula on the right we know well: Women are maternal and domestic — the feelers and the givers and the “Don’t mind mes.” The unanticipated newcomers to such retrograde typecasting are the supposed progressives on the fringe left. In accordance with a newly embraced gender theory, they now propose that girls — gay or straight — who do not self-identify as feminine are somehow not fully girls. Gender identity workbooks created by transgender advocacy groups for use in schools offer children helpful diagrams suggesting that certain styles or behaviors are “masculine” and others “feminine.”
Didn’t we ditch those straitened categories in the ’70s?
The women’s movement and the gay rights movement, after all, tried to free the sexes from the construct of gender, with its antiquated notions of masculinity and femininity, to accept all women for who they are, whether tomboy, girly girl or butch dyke. To undo all this is to lose hard-won ground for women — and for men, too.
Those on the right who are threatened by women’s equality have always fought fiercely to put women back in their place. What has been disheartening is that some on the fringe left have been equally dismissive, resorting to bullying, threats of violence, public shaming and other scare tactics when women try to reassert that right. The effect is to curtail discussion of women’s issues in the public sphere.
But women are not the enemy here. Consider that in the real world, most violence against trans men and women is committed by men but, in the online world and in the academy, most of the ire at those who balk at this new gender ideology seems to be directed at women.
It’s heartbreaking. And it’s counterproductive.
Tolerance for one group need not mean intolerance for another. We can respect transgender women without castigating females who point out that biological women still constitute a category of their own — with their own specific needs and prerogatives.
If only women’s voices were routinely welcomed and respected on these issues. But whether Trumpist or traditionalist, fringe left activist or academic ideologue, misogynists from both extremes of the political spectrum relish equally the power to shut women up.
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Far From Innocent - Part 3
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader
Word count: 6,207
Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)
Warnings: Swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, hair pulling, spanking, choking, use of 'slut' and 'whore', unprotected sex (SB pulls out), just a whole lotta smut, okay? lol
A/N: I'm so glad y'all are enjoying this. Just one more part after this one. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney
The next night came around a lot quicker than Y/N had wanted it to.
She spent the day completely distracted at work, everything she needed to do taking twice as long because couldn't’ keep her mind off the fact that America’s golden boy had given her an impossible offer to accept. She told herself she couldn’t do it continuously, throughout the day, and even when she got home. Yes, she was angry with Jim and wanted to confront him, but she wasn’t about to do the same thing in return. She had ignored him all day, having lunch on her own and taking a cab back home at the end of the shift.
The weekend had arrived, and she had to be up early the next day, having already planned dress shopping with her mom. It was yet another reason she couldn’t go running off to the Vought building for the night.
As she sat in bed, book in hand but not retaining any of it, she bit her lip as she looked at the time. It was 8:15pm, and there was still plenty of time to give in and meet Soldier Boy. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her book. It was ridiculous. She was better than this.
But maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was allowed to have one secret for herself. Jim probably had several if yesterday was any indication. Soldier Boy said he knew what she needed.
She knew what she needed, and she wasn’t going to find it with Jim no matter how hard she tried.
Throwing back the covers, she got out of bed and walked over to her closet. She stripped out of her nightie and put on her black, strapless bra and panties, putting them on before she slipped on a black girdle with suspenders. She sat back on her bed, rolling the sheer stockings onto each leg, clicking the suspenders on before she stood up, taking out her favorite black dress. The flowing material was perfect for the summer, the draped neckline turning into a sash at the back of the left shoulder. She stepped into it quickly, looking back in the mirror to make sure she zipped it up properly. She checked her hair, her curls still intact which was thankful for before she applied make-up to her face again. She used her best eyeliner and mascara, completing the look with a dark red lip.
She took out her black purse, ditching the gloves for the night but the sight of the ring on her finger had her stop her frenzy to get ready. The diamond sparkled brightly, reminding her of the commitment she had made by saying yes, but a little voice in the back of her mind also reminded her of what she had seen yesterday. She may not have had the full picture, but it was easy to figure out.
She pulled the ring off and left it on her nightstand, slipping her feet into black heels just as she picked up her purse. Filling it with her necessities, she took one last look in the mirror, a smirk on her face as she flicked the sash around. She made her way out of her room, turned off the light and hurried down the stairs.
With a yell to her parents that she was meeting Jim, she picked up the keys and rushed out the door.
Hailing a cab rather quickly, she gave the driver the address of Vought American, her heart thumping hard against her ribcage as he drove down the busy New York streets. She looked down at her wrist, cursing that she forgot her watch back at home.
“Excuse me, sir, could you tell me what time it is?” she asked, politely.
“8:45, miss,” he replied, glancing at his own watch and looking up at her through the rear-view mirror.
“Thank you.” She sat back against the seat, closing her eyes as she breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down.
Fifteen minutes later, she was staring up at the building as the driver stopped at the curb, willing herself to tell him to turn around and drive her back home. She had come this far, though, and she was going to follow through. Paying the driver, she stepped out of the cab and slammed the door, walking towards the entrance. She kept her head down as she made her way to the elevators, hoping no one recognized her and asked what she was doing there so late. She managed to reach the 40th floor without anyone noticing, and she took a quick glance around as she stepped out of the lift.
Her heart continued to race with every click of her heels against the marble. She walked past her desk along with the secretaries’, turning down the hallway to the heroes’ penthouses. She gulped as she moved past the doors of the other superheroes, hoping that one of them wouldn’t walk out and see her. Not that many of them would care if she was there, but she didn’t need them saying anything to someone else. She finally reached Soldier Boy’s apartment, exhaling as she knocked on the door. A wave of déjà vu came over her as she turned the knob to find it open, but she prayed it wouldn’t be like last time.
She walked in to hear soft jazz playing, a smile spreading across her face at the familiar tune. She looked around the large room, wondering where the man who invited her here was.
“I knew you’d show up,” his voice came from the other side of the room.
Y/N turned, where she found him standing behind the bar, fixing himself a drink. She saw the way his locks fell in front of his eyes, the gathered collar of his suit open and the zip underneath pulled down to expose his clavicle, giving him a much more relaxed look than he usually had. He walked around the bar and over to her, a tumbler in each hand as he stood a few inches from her.
“We never did get to finish that drink together,” he said, handing her a glass.
One side of her mouth pulled up as she took it from him, letting out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”
“Fuck, you really are cute,” he chuckled, the timbre deep and husky as his finger tucked under her chin, lifting her face up. “But you’re a lot more than that too, ain’t ya?”
This was a last chance for her to change her mind if she really wanted to. She could put the glass down and walk out, go back home and forget this ever happened, maybe even find a job somewhere else. Or she could embrace all the sinful thoughts she had since that day he had well and truly opened her eyes to the possibility of more; of better.
“I guess you’ll find out soon,” she remarked, lifting her glass.
He smirked, clinking his tumbler against hers. He took a sip of the amber liquid as he marched over to the leather sofa, taking a seat as he placed the glass on the table. A dark green box sat on the table, with the initials “SB” engraved in gold letters on top, which he pulled closer to himself.
“You want anything else with that drink?” he asked, opening the box and turning it towards her.
She sauntered over to him and peered into the box, feeling nervous all over again. She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know what any of it was. There were small amounts, but he probably had every kind of pill and substance in that box. Of course, she didn’t have to partake, but she couldn’t deny her curiosity. She really felt out of her element and once again, for the fiftieth time that night, she thought that she shouldn’t be doing this.
She sipped her drink as she pushed that thought away. If this was only going to be one night like she intended, then there was no need for her to be so on edge.
“I think I’ll hold off,” she stated, bringing her glass to her lips again as she strolled away. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city, taking another sip of the Old Fashioned, as her gaze roamed over the sparkling lights.
He gave her a brief nod before he took out a small round container. Opening it, he tapped a small amount of the white powder onto his fist. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled it quickly, twitching his nose slightly. It repeated the action with his left nostril, leaving the small container out as he sat back, his arm over the top of the sofa. He admired her from the back, his green orbs taking in the shape of her waist.
“It’s quite a view,” she commented, as she turned around and walked back to him.
“Sure is,” he muttered, as he watched her.
Y/N sighed, an amused smile on her lips as she realized they weren’t talking about the same thing. Their eyes locked as he gestured for her to take a seat next to him, noting the way her fingers drummed against the tumbler as she contemplated whether she should.
“I’m not gonna bite, doll,” he assured her, his signature smirk on his face. “Not until you want me to.”
She bit her lip, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge as she slowly moved towards him, sitting on the edge of the couch, facing him. “Maybe I won’t want you to.”
He leaned forward, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it on the table in front of them, the proximity between them much closer than before. His face was an inch away from hers, his green orbs taking in the features of her face.
“Maybe I’ll have to anyway,” he countered.
Y/N let out a shuddered breath and before she even realized it, he had closed the space between them, his lips pressing against hers in a sensual kiss. With what little confidence she had, she pressed into him as she gripped at the fabric of his suit. The kiss deepened as he explored her mouth, a little rougher as his hands found the zipper on her dress. Pulling it down slowly, a low moan from her vibrated against his lips as she felt his fingers brush over the material of the shapewear.
“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice deep and husky as he pulled away from the kiss. His eyes darkened as she did as she was told, the thought of how easily she did turning him on. “Take it off.”
She sighed softly, allowing her remaining nerves to wash away as she did. She pulled down the top of her dress and removed her arms from the sleeves, pushing the rest of it down her body, the flowing fabric pooling around her feet. Left in her black lingerie, she gulped as she felt exposed under his intense gaze, but she reminded herself of the decision she had made. This was only for tonight. His hands laid on her hips and pulled her forward, looking up at her as they slipped down to her thighs, unclipping the suspenders.
“On your knees, sugar,” he instructed, a smug grin pulling at his lips. “I wanna know what that gorgeous mouth feels like around my cock…”
Slowly, she sank to her knees between his spread legs, allowing him to take her hands and place them on top of the pants of his suit. Her hands shook while pulling the zipper down gently as he took off the top of his suit, throwing it on the floor as he laid back, her eyes roaming over his chest and muscular arms. She pressed her lips together as she opened his pants, her mouth going slack as she caught a glimpse of his cock. He was far bigger than she was used to.
“I uh, I don’t…” she stuttered, as briefly glanced at him but just as quickly looked away. “I’ve never-”
“You kidding? He’s never made you give him head?” he asked, incredulously.
A timid shake of her head was her only response, not trusting her voice in that moment.
“You’ll learn,” he reassured her, winking.
A small smile appeared on her features, quickly morphing into a smirk as she tugged his pants down his thighs, her hands sliding up his exposed skin as she shifted forward. Her fingers brushed over his shaft, a sense of pride filling her as he twitched at her touch. His hand cupped her face, his thumb rubbing over her lips as he pulled her head down. Her tongue slowly licked along the underside of his length, softly taking the tip between her lips. His hands immediately found their way into her hair, a low moan coming from her as she took him further into her mouth.
“Pull back a little,” he instructed.
She drew back slightly, dropping some of her saliva along his shaft before her tongue circled the tip and she sank back down, letting him slide in deeper.
“That’s it, doll,” he husked, lightly tugging at the locks of her hair. “Take a little more, come on…”
She hummed around him as she moved her head back, a soft groan escaping him at the vibration around his cock as her head began to bob back and forth. His head dropped back against the leather, a smirk pulling at his lips just as he felt the drugs taking effect, his grip tightening in her hair and guiding her along his length. She took him deeper into her mouth, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly.
“Relax that throat, sugar,” he advised, his grip getting a little tighter in her hair.
She managed to do what he told her before she shifted up, letting more of her spit drip down his shaft. She continued to work her mouth over him, the erotic noises leaving him causing her to press her legs together.
“Good girl,” he praised her, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “That’s fucking perfect, doll… that mouth’s fucking wasted on that limp dick fiancé of yours.”
That insult towards the man she was meant to be marrying should’ve offended her, but she ignored it, the praise of her skills encouraging her further. A harsh gasp left her as she drew back, her eyes meeting his as her hands wrapped around his cock. She pumped them back and forth, her wrists twisting as they reached the tip, squeezing lightly but enough to make Soldier Boy’s eyes snap shut.
“Shit,” he hissed, his neck straining back as his hands dug into the sofa. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl.”
Soldier Boy sat up, cupping her face in his hands and making her look at him, her hands still sliding up and down his shaft. He stared deep in her eyes, half expecting to glance away but she didn’t. She held his gaze, and he knew that he was right about her. She wasn’t as innocent as he thought.
“All those little shy looks, the stuttered words, the nerves… it’s all just an act, ain’t it, sugar?” he questioned, an almost sinister glint in his eyes, his pupils dilated from the pleasure and drugs coursing through him.
She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness growing as she looked into his eyes. It should’ve scared her, how aroused she felt, but it didn’t. She shook her head, smiling softly at him. “No, sir.”
“Don’t you fucking lie to me,” he growled, his fingers combing through her hair and pulling at the strands, making her focus on him. “Underneath it all, you just wanna be treated like the slut you are, huh?”
“Y-Yes,” she replied, feeling that familiar heat pool deep in her belly as she admitted it.
“That’s right,” he breathed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. “You wanna be a little slut for me?”
She nodded, unable to speak as her hands faltered around his cock. He removed one of his hands from her hair, cupping under her jaw, gripping hard as his fingers pressed into her cheeks. She moaned at his rough hold, but it was more pleasure than pain she was feeling in that moment.
“Tell me,” he ordered, the timbre of his voice deep and gravelly as his gaze shifted down to her hands. “Keep jerking my cock and tell me…”
“I… I want to be a little slut for you,” she muttered through her pursed lips. She couldn’t believe those words were coming out of her mouth, but she had officially thrown all caution to the wind. Her hands continued to stroke him, pumping a little faster.
“Yeah,” he smirked, nodding in approval as he loosened his grip on her jaw. “You wanna be my personal whore, don’t ya?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed.
“Then take my dick back in your slutty little mouth,” he ordered, his thumb flicking her bottom lip.
Y/N bent down, wrapping her lips around his cock once more. The weight of his hands on the back of her head allowed her to sink down, taking him deep as she picked up where she left off. She bobbed her head a little quicker, circling her tongue over the tip every time she came up.
“Fuck, you take my dick so good, doll,” he groaned, once again making her pull back. “I gotta fuck you now…”
Soldier Boy reached down and pulled at the material of her girdle, a gasp escaping her as she heard the loud tear, his hand scrunching the ruined fabric and throwing it away. He quickly removed his boots and pants, his hands moving under her arms as he stood up. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, causing her to squeal as her legs wrapped around him, her shoes slipping off her feet. Her fingers brushed against his beard as she cupped his jaw, leaning in and kissing him, roughly as he carried her across the living space and into his bedroom. One of his hands slid up her back and unclasped her bra, his lips ripping away from hers as he reached the bed and dropped her down, gently. She giggled as she landed with a soft bounce on the mattress, her eyes taking in every moment of his. He flicked her bra away, reaching for her panties and tugging them down, throwing them on the floor as his hands slid over her nylon covered legs.
She felt anxious being so exposed under his intense gaze, his thick fingers roaming over her body, warmth spreading to every part of her at his touch. She watched as they slid down between her legs, her head falling back against the sheets as he stroked two over her folds, no doubt feeling how aroused she was.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he grinned, as he brought his wet fingers to his lips.
A whimper escaped her as she saw him softly suck at them, his green eyes, with wide pupils as a result of the drug in his system, never leaving hers as he slowly removed them from his mouth with a low groan.
“And you taste great too,” he added, placing her left calf against his shoulder, “but we got plenty of time for that later…”
Soldier Boy leaned over her, his arms on either side as he settled between her spread legs. She gasped softly at the angle with her leg hooked over his shoulder, their faces close as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, his hand sliding up and curling under her neck as his thumb rested on her throat. His cock pressed against her sex, sliding between her folds as he teased her, a smirk pulling at his lips when she moaned softly.
“You want my cock, doll?” he asked, his thumb stroking the skin of her neck. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she replied, quickly.
“Tell me,” he ordered, as he applied a little pressure to her throat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you…”
“I-I want… I want you to fuck me,” she started, but her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.
“Louder.”
His gruff timbre had her flinch slightly, but she felt a heat settle deep in her stomach at the tone. He continued to tease her, the tip of his cock entering her briefly before he moved back, repeating the action several times as she tried to shift her hips and get closer to him.
“I want you to fuck me,” she repeated more clearly, staring up at him.
“That’s right,” he husked. “Tell me to fuck you deep and hard like a slut.”
“Fuck me deep and hard… like a slut,” she said, her breath hitching as the words still felt unlike her, but he was bringing out a side of her she never thought was possible.
Y/N’s hips squirmed, her patience beginning to wear thin as he continued to torture her. A wicked glint in eye accompanied the smirk on his lips as he pushed into her a little more, drawing back with a sickening chuckle.
“Beg me,” he commanded, slightly squeezing down on her neck enough for her to gasp in surprise.
“P-Please,” she squeaked out, her eyes locked on his. “Please fuck me, sir, I want–I need it, please.”
Just as the words left her mouth, Soldier Boy thrust into her in one fluid motion. He didn’t waste any more time, the roll of his hips against her long but hard, feeling every ridge as his cock slid deep inside her. A loud moan fell from her lips as she felt her walls contract to accommodate him, his length and his girth bringing a small smile to her face as she had never experienced anything like it until now.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good, doll,” he groaned, gripping her thigh that rested against him. “So fucking tight, perfect around my dick…”
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, wantonly as her eyes squeezed shut.
“Tell me how good it feels, sugar,” he breathed, his hand adjusting around her neck to press down a little more.
She gasped, her lust-filled eyes snapping open as they met his. “F-Feels so good, so fucking good…”
His hand pressed down a little harder on her throat, his super strength causing to gasp for air, her gaze unwavering as she looked into his eyes, panting. He picked up the pace, his hips undulating as they smacked against her, his shaft moving deeper within her, a rasping moan escaping her as he pressed against that little spot inside her that her friends had once said could drive you absolutely crazy. She thought they were just fabricating for the sake of an interesting story, but they clearly weren’t.
“Ah, you like being choked, huh?” He loosened his hand briefly, before he squeezed once more, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat as she whimpered. “Such a perfect fucking slut.”
She didn’t think it was possible to feel this way, so completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. Heat had spread to every part of her body, feeling a tingling sensation over her skin as he continued to deliver hard strokes into her.
“Your pussy’s taking my cock so fucking good, doll,” he growled, his fingers pressing harder into her thigh, just as his other hand continued the firm grasp on her neck. “I can feel how close you are, can’t wait to see you cum.”
She frowned, the muscles of her lower stomach tightened as her breathing became shallower, quicker as the unfamiliar feeling started. It was as if something simmering, building, ready to snap. His hips were unrelenting, and she could feel her inner walls clench around his length as he continued to thrust into her.
“Fuck, I-I…” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think clearly. “I feel-”
Soldier Boy grinned down at her as he removed his hand from her thigh, moving between her legs. His fingers circled over the bundle of nerves, his other hand pressing down on her throat as he moved them faster, in time with the rhythm of his hips.
“Oh my god,” she choked, her eyes widened as she stared up at him.
“That’s it, sugar, just go with it,” he muttered, his green orbs never leaving hers. “Want you to cum hard, fucking soak my dick…”
With a few more thrusts along with his fingers on her clit, a string of breathy moans escaped her as the dam broke, her slick covering his shaft. She gasped harshly as his hand loosened, her eyes fluttering closed as she turned her head into the mattress, breathing deeply as she tried to come down from the euphoric high he had helped her experience.
“Fuck, that sure was something,” he rasped, smirking down at her.
Y/N’s eyes remained closed as she felt him pull out of her and place her leg on the mattress, unable to respond to his words in any way, totally overcome from what had just happened as she tried to calm herself down. She slowly opened her lids, her vision focusing on the similar walls from the living area, the amber lighting of the room giving it a warm glow. Her fingers smoothed over the dark green, velvet comforter as she sat up, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw no sign of Soldier Boy. A small smile tugged at her mouth as she saw him walking in from the living room a moment later, a bottle of Bourbon in one hand and the small container in the other. She bit her lip as her eyes roamed down his approaching form, taking in every part of the God that he was.
He smirked down at her as he pulled the cap off the Bourbon, placing the bottle to his lips and taking a large swig. He handed it to her and watched as she did the same, his eyebrow raised in approval at the fact that she didn’t flinch at the burn she no doubt would’ve felt from that amount of alcohol. Her eyes followed his movements as she placed the cap back on, observing the way he tapped the coke into a line on his fist and brought it to his nose, snorting it quickly. He did the same with the other side of his nose, their eyes meeting as he paused closing the box, a silent question to her.
“I should really go,” she stated, her smile faltering as she looked away.
She knew she couldn’t stay any longer, having decided it was only going to be a one night deal before she even got there. She couldn’t deny her curiosity; she wanted to know what it would feel like, but if she stayed then she might never leave, and this wasn’t a place for someone like her. As much as she wanted to be anyone but her usual self for the night, she knew the fantasy had to be over some time.
“Well, you don’t have to stay, sugar,” he countered, as he cupped her jaw and made her look up at him. “But I’m not even close to being done fucking you.”
She stared deep into his eyes, biting her lip as she felt the heat building again, her walls clenching around nothing as she contemplated what he just said. She had already gone against some of her morals, what was a few more?
“I think I’m done holding off,” she said, nodding towards the container in his hand.
He wiggled his eyebrows as he tapped a smaller amount onto his fist for her, holding it close to her face. She held his wrist steady, leaning in and inhaling it just as she had observed. She felt a slight discomfort as she pinched her nose, placing her head back as she sniffed, clearing her throat. He took out the same amount again, and she snorted it from the left side, wiping under her nose once she was done. She looked up at him, squealing as he pressed his lips to hers, in a rough, searing kiss. They explored each other’s mouths, a soft gasp escaping her as he nipped at her bottom lip.
“Is that all you got?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as the words fanned against his mouth.
“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered, a borderline sinister chuckle leaving him as he pulled the bottle out of her grasp. He placed it on the nightstand before he turned back to her, his fierce gaze on her. “You have no fucking idea what you signed up for the minute you walked through my door.”
She felt butterflies in her belly at the way he finally said her name, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it. He grabbed her by her ankles, dragging her down slightly before he flipped her over, a squeak falling from her lips as she laid on her stomach. His hands drifted down the smooth skin of her back, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he pulled her up onto her knees. She breathed heavily as she waited to see what he did next, a feeling somewhere between arousal and fear stirring within her. Suddenly, a hard strike of his hand against the right globe of her ass caused her to yelp, her eyes widening at the warm sensation on her flesh. She glanced back at him, biting her lip as she saw the smirk that pulled at his lips as he struck her again, in the same spot but harder this time.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her forehead pressed into the sheets.
He watched as she panted, her focus distracted by the sting she was feeling as he moved behind her. He briefly pumped his hand over his shaft, lining up to her entrance before he pushed in, a long, rasping moan escaping her. Much like before, he didn’t waste time as he set a hard and fast pace, his hips smacking against the curve of her ass as he pounded into her. His fingers dug into her flesh, no doubt leaving marks that would show up in the morning, as hers gripped the sheets tight. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned wantonly, feeling the bed shake from the force of his movement. His thrusts were brutal, practically animalistic as he growled, lifting his hand and bringing it down against her ass once more.
“Shit,” she hissed, her teeth grazing at the skin of her knuckles, trying to keep herself from losing it.
“So fucking good,” he groaned, as he leaned over her, his hand slipping into her hair.
A pleasured hum left her as he pulled her up by the strands, her back pressed into his sweat soaked chest as he held her close. He tugged at her hair, making her whimper at the small twinge of pain before his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers pulling her nipple into a stiff bud. She could feel the drug beginning to take effect too, only heightening everything she was feeling in that moment.
He grinned at the way her head fell back against his shoulder, giving him room to nuzzle his nose against her skin, baring his teeth and sinking them into her flesh. She cried out, her hand moving up and curling around his neck, gripping the shorter locks at the base of his skull. The bite was hard, adding to the pleasure she was already overwhelmed by. Her mind wandered back for a fleeting moment to when she saw him with his assistant in this very same position, and how she hoped to someday be in her shoes. And now here she was. She couldn’t really believe that karma was finally on her side.
“Fuck, you really are a perfect slut,” he grunted, his lips close to her ear as he spoke. “A good little whore, just for me… maybe I should keep you around…”
A shrieking moan left her lips at his words, his hand sliding down her body to the swollen nub, his fingers circling it as he continued to thrust into her, harder and faster as he felt himself getting closer to his release. Her walls clenched around him repeatedly, and he knew she was near her peak too.
“You’re gonna fucking cum for me again, ain’t ya, doll?” he asked, a snicker leaving him as she nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah, you are. You’re gonna soak my cock again, and then I’m gonna cum all over these gorgeous tits of yours, leave my mark…”
Y/N felt the familiar pull low in her stomach, her walls contracting around him as she got closer and closer to her release. The rhythm of his hips faltered slightly, and with a few more thrusts, a loud, wanton moan escaped her as she reached the edge, her wetness coating his shaft as her second orgasm of the night more intense than the first. Her body convulsed as he still held her close, a wicked grin on his face as he pounded his hips and worked his fingers harder before she could even start to come down from the high. Her eyes widened as her euphoria built up again, feeling another release approaching as she shuddered against him, tugging at his hair.
“Oh god, I-” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think straight.
“Come on, doll, want you to cum again, I know you got another in you…” he growled, smirking.
Just as the words left his mouth, her second orgasm rolled into the next, her walls clenched tight once more as her vision turned blinding white behind her closed lids. An unrestrained, debauched shriek ripped from her throat as she came harder than she had previously that night. A string of small whimpers left her as he grunted, gaining closer to the edge. He quickly pulled out of her, pushing her down on the bed and flipping her onto her back, his hand wrapped around his cock as he moved over her. He pumped his shaft, groaning as he felt himself throb in his hand, her lust-blown eyes watching him intently.
“Oh, fuck, fuckkk,” he growled, as he worked his hand faster.
He threw his head back as a roaring moan escaped him, stroking himself harder as his release hit him, long spurts of his seed covering her breasts, causing her to moan softly at warmth of it against her skin. He hung his head as he breathed heavily, shifting off of her before he fell back on the bed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. He leaned over to the nightstand, opening the top drawer and taking out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He placed one in his mouth as he laid back down, flicking the lighter and bringing the small flame to the other end. He took a drag before he pulled it away, blowing out a large puff.
Y/N breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to come down from the complete bliss she was feeling. She closed her eyes briefly, relishing in the aftermath of the vigorous attention he paid her. He had brought to the peak of pleasure three times in such a short amount of time, something that her fiancé never would’ve been able to comprehend. Soldier Boy had made her feel things she never thought possible, and she knew she’d never be quite the same again.
Opening her eyes, she turned her head towards him, her gaze on the embers at the edge of the cigarette as he took a pull from the filter. She pulled one edge of the sheets up and wiped her chest, hissing slightly at the ache in her limbs as she held her head up on her hand, taking the smoke from between his fingers. He watched as she brought it to her mouth, taking a long drag as their eyes met, her lips pursed as she blew the smoke out. She shifted closer to him, her hand resting on his chest as they stared at each other, his green eyes unflinching as small clumps of ash fell on his skin.
“Are you done with me yet?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow as she challenged him.
He tilted his head towards the cigarette still between her fingers, taking a pull from it as she held it to his mouth. He rounded his lips and blew out small rings, her finger poking each of them and making them disappear. He smirked as he gazed at her, seeing how wide her pupils were from the coke in her system.
“No fucking way,” he replied, grabbing her behind her head and pulling her down, his lips searing against hers in a rough, passionate kiss.
She moaned against his lips, happy with that response, because there was no fucking way she was done with him, either.
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are female sphynx cats more common than males?? or is ot just the vibes sphynx cats have??
tbh edgar is the reason i fully processed that sphynxes can be male 😭 both my friend and i didnt realize they could be male ;n;
Oh no, they've got the usual 50:50 split. I think females may be more popular because ah. Well. Sphynx balls are very visible without the fur in the way. And naked. Especially since cats do the whole "hey, I like you so here's my butthole" thing.
People (at least Americans) tend to be a little squeamish about seeing balls on their pets.
That's just a theory tho. But I have had potential adopters meet Edgar and then blanch when they see his sack.
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Since I started being part of the Sonic fandom and the Sonamy fandom i've noticed both of them had quite simmilar misunderstoods towards amy's character.
And it's... Amy never was created to be an "obssesive girl" "an obssesive fangirl" "an obssesive girl who only thinks about Sonic and nothing else"
And this is a consequence of the bad localization Sonic had in the West and how they didn't understand Amy's character, a girl who was created with many qualities japanese people love but the west considers it "weird", still affects her character to this day at this point we're many hear by mouth and mouth how Amy is but never had the thought of thinking "all of this is true?"
Look at this comparison between japanese!Sonic and American!Sonic and how different they treat Amy (minute 1:50 - 3:29)
https://youtu.be/PiSVTpRCGXA?si=cF_eEzFO5N3BPFQO
Thanks to this majority of western fans thought Sonic was always mad at Amy when in reality that was not the original intention and destroys all the concept of "obssesive" and "fangirl" were she cared for birdie and protected Gama from Sonic.
A girl who always tries to be better, helping people many wouldn't pay attention but she knows they need help.
A girl who is conscious she has to work hard than his friends with super powers
And Sonic being one of her main inspirations 'cause he represents what she wants to become: being free, going on your own having adventures, the excitement everything against the boring
And you would say "but in heroes she was an obssesive fangirl😭"
No, the fandom scaled the proportions and couldn't handle a single innofensive joke
Amy knew exactly exactly what she was doing telling him to "Marry him" as a joke. He would low his defenses and cause him to feel embarrassed and nervous 'cause she knows he's terrible at romance or i'm general, feelings
And many forgot that in the game Amy didn't know exactly why Sonic, Tails and knuckles we're together. In the beggining Amy saw Sonic in the paper and told us she hasn't seen Sonic in weeks and when she saw them thought they were just hanging out.
I'm talking about the girl who all the game supported,encouraging Cream and Big to rescue Chocola and Froggy and they needed someone as determinante, courageous as Amy who reminded her friends how brave they are
She even shows appreciation and love for the landscapes (just like Sonic)
"But- but in later games she was so obssesive and fangirl for Sonic 😭" Again bad localization for the west when in the original sources she was handled bit better than the West.
Also, Western has an obssesive to always point out the bad interpretations of female characters and saying why they are "the worst" "the most annoying characters" when at the same time try so hard to prove why this interpretation of a male character is not "bad enough" or "not the worst" and why even with bad characterizations he is still the best **cough****cough** Sonic and shadow respectively **cough****cough**
The character is not perfect, that's a reality.
She has strenghts and flaws that made her unique on her own. Her love for her friends (yes, this includes Sonic), the animals, the good and "Bad" robots and even characters who we're "devil"... She saw good, hope and love for them. She decides to help them being at their sides to show them there's always the option to chose a good path
She is the heart of all teams, she brings happines and hope to everyone. That's why all the cast loves and appreciates her and never refered to her like fandom does. That should tell you something
Personally I don't agree with the idea of "Amy is not an obssesive girl anymore and now she is a strong cute girl" when she has a l w a y s been a strong cute, bubbly, sassy, kinda bratty, compassive, energetic, silly girl but many think this is new when it's always been in front of you, you just decided to finally see the character and not prejuices
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fine since apparently i was "rude" last time why do you include men in ur feminism
I already answered this on the main post, so I will copy-paste my reply here:
Because they're half of the population of Earth, and they're also harmed by the patriarchy.
I'm going to speak about American patriarchy here, because that is my primary perspective.
American Patriarchy promotes racism, homophobia, transphobia, antisemitism, xenophobia and all other forms of bigotry; these are all issues that harm men as well as women.
American patriarchy is a hierarchical system designed to keep a very specific type of man in control of society. In America, this man is white, able bodied and able minded, wealthy, Christian, cisgender and heterosexual. He is physically fit; muscular and not fat nor skinny. He is socially in control and aggressive. He is sexually promiscuous and boasts about his "conquests".
Think about the whitest, most "alpha male bro" you can picture, and that is what American patriarchy wants a man to be.
Most men do not fit that picture.
Most men suffer under the patriarchy for failing to match up to what it demands of them; boys who do not match up are abused by their mothers and fathers and peers and teachers into compliance, and are taught to do the same to their peers as they grow up, on the small chance that if they are cruel enough and contort themselves enough, they can earn the favor of privilege over others. It is incredibly harmful.
To circle back around to issues like racism, white American patriarchy is incredibly damaging to black men. Black men absolutely have every right and every reason to be involved in feminism and the fight to take down the patriarchy.
And so do disabled men. And gay men. And trans men. And every other kind of man on the planet. Because even the man who perfectly fits the "idea image" of the patriarchy is severely damaged by it through the act of conforming to its expectations. The expectations of the patriarchy on men are inherently and intentionally abusive, damaging, and demoralizing, intended to keep men under control to maintain the pyramid shaped hierarchy people like Jordan Peterson love so much.
If feminism's goal is to take down the patriarchy, why on earth would you tell 50% of your potential allies who are damaged by the system to sit on the sidelines and not participate in the fight?
It just makes no sense to me.
Oh yes and let me add some feminist literature onto this version of the post:
bell hooks "Feminism is for Everybody"
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