election
politician!boo seungkwan x campaign manager!reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: light political talk but nothing too complicated (fuck capitalism), choking, fingering, descriptions of female anatomy, hate sex (!!!!)
notes: once again got a random idea in the middle of the night and wanted to run with it! thanks to @junhui-recs and @flowerwonu for beta reading <3 hope you all enjoy it!
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“I didn't think you could do it, actually.”
“Why doesn’t my campaign manager believe in me?”
“Because your pre election polls were fucking abysmal- shit!” He smacks your clit unexpectedly at your comment and your voice goes up an octave.
Over the past few months, you’ve learned Boo Seungkwan is a glutton for punishment. You assume that’s why you keep having sex with him despite how horribly wrong it could all go, seeing as you’re both in extremely visible positions.
With him running for an extremely coveted city council position with you as his right hand, all eyes were on the both of you.
Yet, his fellow candidates were far more experienced so you thought there’s no chance in hell he could make it to the runoff election.
However, that sickeningly sweet charm of his landed him in 3rd place amongst voters. It’s been an impressive rise to say the least, but now you have to face the consequences.
You lost the bet that he couldn’t make it this far, hence why he was torturing you with open mouth kisses against your pussy, moving his tongue torturously slowly into your entrance.
You could feel the pulsing of your clit in your ears at this point, internally fighting off the urge to push him to go faster. The sight of him between your thighs is equally disgusting and perfect, seeing as how you shouldn’t even entertain him as a sexual partner but you can’t resist it.
He’s more often frustrating than not, especially now when he decides to move at such a nonchalant pace with your orgasm hanging in the balance.
“What is it gonna take for you to shut the fuck up and enjoy what I’m giving you?” He lifts his head to tell you off, face glistening from your juices.
“Start by making me cum first, mister third place,” You knew it wasn’t nice, but you wanted to.
He sucks his teeth and sighs against your skin, making your cheeks burn from the warmth.
“That’s not how you ask, peach,” He reminds you gently. He knows calling you peach makes you cave every single time, no matter how much you hate being compliant with him.
“Please make me cum, shithead,” You offer a biting smile that gets you a knowing look from him, but he accepts it anyways.
He returns to his previous motions but with a stronger sense of urgency. The sound of your arousal on his lips is driving you insane, and his tongue prodding against your entrance every two seconds just reinforces how badly you need him to fuck you.
“Fuck,” You moan out in frustration. He’s always good at this, but tonight your desperation requires a bit more than he’s giving.
“Seungkwan,” You try to call his attention.
“Hmm?”
“Need you to fuck me instead, please,” You admit.
“Oh? What’s with the sudden change of heart?” He stops to climb up the bed to meet you. He lazily grazes his fingers across your belly. You don’t want to think about how his touches make you feel so relaxed.
“As much as I love you eating my pussy for an entire hour, I’d like to cum before the sun rises if that’s okay with you,” You find the bite in your voice again and he chuckles.
“That didn’t take too long,” He smiles and pinches your nipple. “Now don’t talk about my poll results again or you’re not gonna cum. You’re not supposed to be thinking about work,” He continues to work his fingers against your nipple, rolling it slowly with the occasional pinch. You don’t want to whimper, but it’s making you internally melt.
“That’s hard to do when I’m having sex with my boss, but sure,” You attempt to free your mind of the million different things that take up your daily life, including the hassle of trying to keep this campaign in one piece.
He’s a handful and he knows he is, but you suppose that’s the allure of him.
He moves his hand from your nipple to your neck, slowly pressing his fingertips into your skin. The slight restriction of your breathing makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Well, try harder,” He whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss against your cheek without a second thought. He removes his hand from your neck to place his mouth there instead.
You feel his teeth begin to sink into your skin and you curse.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” You breathe out shakily.
“You lost the bet, remember?” He fully sucks against your skin and you hesitantly accept your fate. His kisses soon become feverish and he attempts to cover as much skin as possible, leaving you with red marks that go across the expanse of your neck.
He was a dick for that, considering how long it’d take for you to cover it with makeup.
His cock has been torturing you this entire time. It’s been pressed against your abdomen for the past few minutes and you can practically feel yourself drip onto the sheets.
“Think I’ll let you have what you want now,” He finally sits up and settles between your thighs again. He doesn’t need to stretch you out from how wet you are, and you’d probably kill him if he tried to do more foreplay at this point.
He slides into you without warning and the impact has you moaning far too loud for your own good.
“You’re always so fucking tight for me, peach,” He reminds you, his strokes gradually wind up faster until you’re shaking underneath him.
He pushes your leg up to hit you deeper than before, and the sudden movement springs tears up to your eyes.
You can’t hold back your whining anymore, but how could you when he’s practically ramming into you?
“Shit, Kwan,” He knows he has you in the palm of his hand when you call him that, the name you only use for him in the bedroom.
You finally look up to see his face and he’s a goner. He’s so concentrated on you that his eyes have gone completely black, lust overtaking anything else. You almost want to pull him closer until you hear your phone vibrate.
Your mind is broken out of the trance instantly.
“For fuck’s sake,” You look at your phone before looking at him again.
“Answer it,” He hasn’t slowed down his movements and you think you’re imagining his response.
“What?”
“You heard me,” He raises his eyebrows.
You eye him again before picking up the phone and bringing it up to your ear.
“Hello?” You turn your head to the side to avoid his glance. It’s his secretary, calling you for god knows what reason.
It was after 6 pm at this point, and it was definitely something that could’ve waited for the next business day, so you can’t hide your disdain.
“Look at me,” He whispers. You glare at him and he smirks. You’ve been murmuring your way through the call, hoping that she doesn’t pick up on the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
“Yeah, I’ll let him know,” You breathe out gently, trying to hold your composure. You notice him moving his hands to your chest, palming your breasts in his grip. It forces a small moan out of you and he bites back a smile.
She doesn’t seem to notice though, as she continues with her train of thought.
“Just email me everything and I’ll take a look at it when I can,” You can’t believe you’re functioning halfway normally with his relentless pace. You can feel your orgasm approaching and it’s almost pathetic how hard you’re trying to fight it off on this call.
You screw your eyes shut and Seungkwan leans down, placing his head in the crook of your neck. It forces you to hold your arm up with your phone still pressed precariously against your ear.
He starts pressing kisses against your neck that she can almost certainly hear on the other line.
You could kill him.
“Okay, thank you, bye,” You rush through your words and hang up, throwing your phone onto the floor instantly.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” You whimper. He laughs against your skin and moves to your mouth. You’re both still shaking from how hard he’s slamming into you, and you’re dangerously close to cumming around him.
“That kind of focus is what I pay you for,” He knows you’re close and it’s his version of praising you, in a backhanded sort of way.
“You don’t pay me enough,” You whine pathetically, you grab onto his hair to ground yourself.
“I’ll see what I can do about that,” He kisses you so deeply, knowing that you could cum at any moment.
“I bet you wanna cum, huh?” He teases.
“Please, please I can’t take it anymore,” You beg and he finally grants you mercy.
“Cum for me,” He whispers into your ear, he finally lets you go and the coil inside you snaps instantly.
You let your head tilt against the headboard as you flood around him, you can’t tell how much you’ve cum until you feel the wetness seep out underneath you.
He doesn’t stop moving, forcing you into overstimulation as he fills you with his cum moments later. His moans sound strangled against your skin, but he’s satisfied by the way he sighs.
After a few minutes, he finally leans up to kiss you on the mouth. It’s far more passionate and sloppy than earlier, but you’re not complaining.
“Clean me up, now,” You let him have it as you try to regain your energy. He laughs at you and leaves one last kiss against your lips before getting off the bed.
“Anything for my favorite campaign manager,” He calls out as he disappears into the bathroom.
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You wake up to the sight of Seungkwan’s face against your shoulder. His cheeks are slightly fuller than normal, and you chalk it up to morning puffiness. He’s quite pretty when you don’t let yourself think about the technicalities of this.
You almost think you missed it, but you feel a slight movement against your leg.
“Are you fucking humping me?”
“Maybe,” He rasps out. His length is hard against you and you sigh.
“Are you gonna do something about that?” You retort.
“I wanna finger you before you run out of here, at least. I can handle the other part,” You picture him jerking off and promptly regain focus before you get too horny for your own good.
“It’s the weekend, where would I even go?”
“Well, you don’t ever linger,” He kisses your cheek and the realization hits your chest. You always get away before you can consider the weight of all this, making your hookups with him just fleeting memories amongst the hustle of your everyday life.
You think you can afford this, just once.
“Fine. Don’t get greedy,” You face him and give a peck on his lips. He wastes no time before slipping two fingers into your core. You can’t deny how good it feels, how wet you are for him already with no prep.
You suck his fingers in instantly and you both let out quiet moans.
“Does that feel good, peach? Do you like it when I make you fall apart like this?”
“Yeah,” You moan against his mouth before capturing his lips in a kiss. You’re deliberately sweet with it, cupping his face with your hand.
You hook your leg across his hip to trap him further into your hold. You’re too tired to be mean, too tired to come up with some witty comeback. His fingers curled inside of you so precisely that it made you want to cry from pleasure.
He knows your body well, and you wanted to enjoy it.
Your hips start to rut against him and you highly doubt that you’ll make it out of his apartment without being split open again.
He starts to move faster after you make your desperation known. He uses his free hand to grab your ass, gently kneading his fingers against your flesh.
With all of this stimulation, you press yourself against his lips and he swallows your moan with a long kiss.
“Just let go, okay? Let me take care of you,” He breathes gently against your lips.
You’re done for, cumming around his fingers the moment he finishes speaking. It takes a moment for you to come to your senses, but you feel him plugging your cum back inside you.
It’s terrible how good he is to you, how enamored you are with him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” He mutters with a smile.
“Like what?”
“Like you wanna kiss me again, or else you’re not leaving this bed,” He turns away from you with a gentle pat on the head.
He’s awful, you’re sure of it, but you know the butterflies will be fluttering inside your stomach long after you make it back home.
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listening and learning. the future has always been female
by Michael Roppolo
June 8, 2023 / 1:32 PM / CBS News
Researchers have identified the first known case of a crocodile making herself pregnant — and producing a fetus that was genetically identical to herself. The findings were published Wednesday by a team led by evolutionary biologist Warren Booth from Virginia Tech in Biology Letters, a journal published by the Royal Society.
In 2018, officials with the Parque Reptilandia in Costa Rica found 14 eggs in a female's enclosure. The crocodile had been in isolation since the age of 2, yet she still managed to lay a clutch of eggs at 18.
"Given the period of isolation from mates, these would normally be considered non-viable and discarded," the researchers wrote. But the officials gathered seven eggs that appeared viable and kept them in an incubator.
There were several signs that one of the eggs may be viable, Booth told CBS News.
"Viable eggs are often bright white, whereas infertile may be more yellowish," he said. "When held up to a flashlight, viable crocodile eggs will have a distinct band, whereas non-viable will simply glow yellow."
Costa Rica officials reached out to experts in the U.S. for consultation — ones that specialized in parthenogenesis. The term is derived from the Greek words "parthenos," meaning "virgin," and "genesis," meaning "origin," according to Encyclopedia Britannica.
Booth, and co-author Gordon Schuett of Georgia State University, had published multiple papers on the topic. As such, they were the "go-to people," Booth told CBS News.
Once considered rare, so-called virgin births have been documented among various species — including sawfish, snakes, sharks, and birds. The process, which is more common in the plant and insect worlds, allows a female organism to replicate itself without fertilization from a male.
In 2021, a study found that California condors can have virgin births. Researchers with the San Diego Zoo Wildlife Alliance said genetic testing confirmed that two male chicks that hatched in 2001 and 2009 from unfertilized eggs were related to their mothers. Neither was related to a male. In 2019, an anaconda housed with two other females gave birth. DNA testing would later confirm that the anaconda babies were reproduced through parthenogenesis.
In the case of the crocodile in Costa Rica, three months after workers found the eggs, none had hatched and only one egg was found to have a fully formed but nonviable fetus. DNA analysis would later determine that the fetus was 99.9% genetically identical to its mother.
Virgin births could be happening in crocodiles without anyone realizing, according to the researchers.
"These findings, therefore, suggest that eggs should be assessed for potential viability when males are absent," they wrote.
The authors suggest that in these cases among reptiles, birds, and now crocodiles, there may be a common evolutionary origin.
"This discovery offers tantalizing insights into the possible reproductive capabilities of the extinct archosaurian relatives of crocodilians and birds, notably members of Pterosauria and Dinosauria," they write, referring to flying reptiles that have been described as "close cousins" of dinosaurs.
Booth told CBS News that crocodiles are at the base of a lineage known as the archosaurs, with the most recent members being birds. All of these creatures use the same complex form of parthenogenesis, or terminal fusion automixis. It is unlikely they all developed independently.
"The cool aspect is that in between crocodiles and birds are the pterosaurs and dinosaurs," he added. "Given that all of these lineages use the same mechanism, it is highly likely that pterosaurs and dinosaurs also had the capacity to produce parthenogenetically."
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I need more fics framing The Rupture as something necessary for destiel—it hurt like a fucking bitch, sure, and it was a low blow for Dean to hit Cas exactly where he knows Cas hurt most (in being the problem or a burden), but also. Looking at it from Dean's perspective, it really did feel like a move that old, early-seasons Cas would do; withheld information, acted on his own, took risks that could cost others.
And when it all piled up? From Jack's soulless behaviors directly killing Mary, to the deal with Belphegor in hell costing them Rowena. Again, hard agree that it was one of the most painful lines dropped in the show (especially so if you remember that this is post-Empty deal), but context guys, context.
Plus, I believe this separation wasn't only long-time coming but also a pretty important addition because what is destiel if not a pair of stubborn idiots who can't communicate. That's not to say an argument is necessary to talk (it can be, in certain situations, sure) but they've been on different pages since Cas came back in S13.
The center of their disagreement seemed to mostly lie in their belief in Jack. I can't remember a time they really sat down and smoothed things out so much as they avoided talking about what happened during the Widower arc altogether, and that's when the wound really began to fester. (It didn't help that they had to deal with so many problems all at once; the Brits, Asmodeus, Apocalypse World, Lucifer, then AU Michael...)
Here is what we know that Cas believed (from the canon narrative): Jack formed a bond with Cas, even before he was born he somehow showed Cas a possible future; paradise. It's the same power, perhaps a protection mechanism with nephilim seeing as God labeled them as Abominations, that turned Kelly as well. What we know Cas saw (from the deleted scene/script): Cas' paradise consisted of everyone he loved, his family, being safe. This included Sam, Kelly, and Dean on a beach, with more focus on Dean as he tells Cas, "thank you."
From what we could see that Cas did not, Dean had enough resentment against Jack that wasn't going to magically go away overnight. Jack hadn't formed the same bond with Dean that he did with Cas.
What happened before Jack was born: Heaven and Hell both sought out Jack for their respective goals, an innocent woman was going to die from the sheer magnitude of giving birth to a Nephilim, and Cas left by what Dean assumed was delusions and manipulations. What happened when Jack was born: Mary fell into a portal to a different universe—a rift that only opened due to the anomaly and power of Jack's existence—Kelly died, and Cas got stabbed right in front of him.
And this isn't to discredit Dean's love for Jack, when he did allow himself to love him or see him as family, but you can love someone and still resent them or feel bad about them. Moreso during extreme circumstances, however unfair or illogical it may be. Again, did they ever really talk? Maybe my memory is failing me but I'm pretty certain they didn't, or at least never in great detail, or came to an agreement about it.
Dean and Cas... just had so much dirty laundry and Rupture made sure they aired it all out. But I think we, as a society, would benefit greatly from not framing Dean as the big bad villain here or Cas as some poor innocent bean. Supernatural's theme was never about brotherhood or family, it's about how shit could have been so much easier if they just communicated.
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