#to be the fucking leading woman and be desired by this hot leading man who finds her sexy
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just can't get enough
synopsis: you call your boyfriend one day hoping to discuss an unexpected announcement. things take a different turn, leading to a night of burning desire you have for each other.
words: 9,8k
content: 18+, female reader, swearing, vaginal sex, mentions of pregnancy, oral sex.
Toji was leaning against the wall of your living room with his arms crossed and an arched brow. you had called him earlier to discuss the result of a sexy accident you had about seven weeks ago.
he was staring at you waiting for you to finally talk about what you so desperately needed. but your vocal cords just couldn't form the exact sound of the words, leaving the both of you in a matching contest.
“so? d'ya call for us to stare at each other? If that's it woman I'm leaving, I've got things to do ya know.”
“yeah, I know, I'm gathering courage here”
toji raised his eyebrow again, his gaze fixed on you as you fidget with your nails.
“what's there to talk about? spit it out” he leaned closer to you. “look if you killed someone, relax, I've got some contacts, I can just call him and dump it away, easy.”
“killed someone, why do you always jump to that conclusion first? jesus.” You sighed while pacing around the house, looking for things to do, as I'd it would give you the guts to tell him.
“so? don't keep me waiting, babe”
you take a deep breath, finally the courage you needed graced you in a momentarily panic as you spoke. “toji, I… I'm pregnant. I found out last week” you look down, nervously fixing your attire. “I called because I thought you should know”
his eyes widened in surprise, his confidence disapring for a while. “pregnant? are you fuckin’ serious?” he walks to the couch and drops down sitting with all his weight, passing his fingers through his hair.
“shit, I wasn't expecting this.”
“oh believe me neither.” you said walking to stand in front of him
“fuck, maybe that's a good thing, you know.” he smirks, his gaze shifting to your body, and then your face.
you otherwise can't bring yourself to smile, still shocked enough for any other reaction.
toji smirks fades, with a more serious expression as he gets up, lowering his voice as he says “being real, I know it's a fucked up situation, but we both know what we were getting into. and we both know I'm not really the type that settles down.” he caresses your arm with a finger. “but hey, if you want to keep it, I won't run away. we'll figure out what to do, how to raise the thing properly. who knows?” his fingers now gently caressing your cheek. “ I know I'm not the fatherly type, but I'll try my best, ‘kay?”
“I knew that already, you're manwhore” you said leaning on his hands
toji smirks once more, his eyes glinting with some amusement.
“ouch, as if you're not head over heels for this manwhore you brought to your house everyday for the past, what? six months?” his fingers begin tracing lines on your exposed neck. “that doesn't mean we can't have some fun, right? you're looking especially hot today” he trails kisses on your jawline, his aura becoming mischievous incredibly fast. toji stares you down with an expectant look on his face “so, Y/n, what do you say?”
“Is that all you can think about?” you whisper smiling as his soft kisses trail your face and down your neck.
toji chuckles, his voice filled with desire. “what can I say? I'm a man who knows what he wants. and right now I to want you.” he pushes your hair away as he begins to kiss the other side of your neck, sensually sliding your blouse away.
“tell me what you want, y/n.”
“I want you” you respond with even more desire.
“then me you shall receive.” he grunts while picking you up bridal style to take you to your room, drooping you slowly in bed. his kisses begin to be more frenetic on your lips as he lay on top of you.
“fuck I need to taste you, every inch of you, I need your skin against mine.”
he spreads your legs apart, kissing the inside of your thighs, even biting it lightly. In a final kiss to your tights he bites your light shorts off. leaving you almost breathless with such animosity.
your hands now on his hair forcing him to make contact with your clothed intimacy. toji pushes your panties aside just to take a look at your wet folds, pressing his tongue softly before completely ripping it off of you.
“take off your bra.” he commands. “I wanna see them.”
you take them off,now even wetter with his commanding tone, already feeling your insides stir at the grave of his voice.
toji squeezes your left breast before launching his lips on the other, biting your nipple, then sucking it eagerly.
that alone left you a moaning mess, your hiding already bucking on him for friction for your needy cunt, that just couldn't stop juicing around his pants.
his eyes lock with yours, darkened by lust. He let go of your tit with a pop going straight to your heat. he licks his marked lips before planting a kiss on your folds.
“a- ah, TJ, please.” your guide his head even further your cunt, feeling his nose right above your sensitive clit. His lips curl into a wicked smile. “mm, eager, aren't we?” his hot breath against you drives you insane for him. “ don't worry y/n I'll give you just what you want” his tongue teasingly flicking against your entrance. “you taste so good, babe.”
his voice is husky and with such desire as he continues to use his tongue on your heat, no pushing one finger on you expertly finding that right spot that makes you explode in pleasure.
the air filled with the sound of your wetness and his names you mean, pleasing his ears and making him as hard as he ever was.
you begin to bucke even harder on his face. the man eyes filled with satisfaction as he feels you, your moans of pleasure as music to him, that just seems to get louder on each movement of his fingers.
toji adds the second fingers leaving you in a messy state already feeling that knot on your insides ready to release.
toji breath hitches as he feels your wall getting tighter, your fluids all over his mouth sending shivers down his spine. he needed you just as much as you needed him.
his free hand finds your ass lifting you up just a bit.
“i-I'm almost there.” you whine to him.
he picks up the pace, his large fingers doing wonders on your insides, his touch skilled and relentless. In a bliss you feel yourself releasing your juices on his face, creaming around his fingers, your core tightening around him as you reach your peak.
toji eyes widen with delight as he feels your body tremble and collapse on pleasure,your essence all over him. he continues with soft movements prolonging your orgasm fro both your highs. “you're so good to me.” he whispers finally releasing you and plating light kisses on your exposed sensitive cunt.
you pull him by the collar, crashing your tongues together, tasting your own essence as you kisses him in furious passion.
“I'm not done with ya yet. there's so much more I gotta give you.” hspeaks between kisses.
“I need you inside me so bad.” you practically whine to him.
the man's eyes darker even more as he hears your plea, his own need for you growing stronger with every sound you make.
“y/n, you have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now”
he positions himself between your legs, his voice harsh and lustful. “I'll give you what you want, I'll fill you up so much.”
he slowly enters you, feeling your tightness enveloping him, and almost making him cum right away.
“you feel so fucking good, y/n. so wet and tight for me.”
he starts to move, his thrusts deep and sensual.
“you're too big”, you whine, putting your hand on his chest.
he gives you a sided smile, his confidence busting inside him, as he continues to thrust into you.
“yeah, feel how I stretch you completely.” he picks the pace going faster, his tip hitting that right spot. “but you can take all of me can't you? You're such a good girl to me, taking all my size.” his voice filled with pleasure.
he increases his pace even further, driving you crazier with each hard thrust.
“you're mine, y/n." he groans.
“yeah, I'm all your, toji, fuck me harder, please” you beg to him
he hears your plea, as his thrust destroys every inch of you, leving you moaning his name and creaming around his fat member. each movement drives you closer to the edge.
“you feel so good around me, babe. cum for me”
toji's smile becomes wider as he feels your inside tightening around him, knowing you're on the brink of climax. he maintains his intense pace, and with a loud moan you cum around him, leaving you painting for air while he continues to abuse your cunt. you wrap your legs around his waist leaving no room for him to finish if not on your insides. he grins, knowing what you want, his hands leaving bruises on your hips. his movements become erratic and you know he's close too. with a final thrust, he releases inside you, painting your hole white with his hot seed already spilling out of you. his breathing is heavy and hot on your neck.
“you're fucking amazing y/n.” he leaves a kiss on your forehead while still inside you.
“let's stay like this for a while. I want to feel you” his voice is almost tender. toji crashes his lips on yours again, gently this time, opening your lips to me space for his tongue collapsing on yours. the kiss leaves you breathless, you want to never let go of him. forever attached to him.
“I love you so much like this.” you push his damp hair off his beautiful face, staring in his beautiful green eyes.
you can see his eyes softening at your confession. a vulnerability shining on his globes as he softly whispers in your ear. “I love you too y/n.” he caresses your cheek gently, his voice tender. “you bring a side of me no one else ever did. you make me want to be a better man for you. now more than ever.” his hand now rests on your stomach, leaving gentle touches while he stares affectionately at you.
“I'm glad you feel the same way.” you slap his arm gently. “I need to get cleaned.” you say getting up and heading to the bathroom, to clean the mess he made.
toji gives a small mischievous laugh “I ain't giving you a rest today, woman. ya can't escape me.” you let a low scream as you laugh when you see him running in your direction, ready to scoop you in his strong arms, planning in his head the restless evening his about to start.
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I’m a former non-prejac and I’m in a long-term relationship. I’ve trained for the last 12 months to become severely premature. I’m now at a point where I can’t last at all during sex (under 30-60 seconds every time), and my wife has no confidence in my ability to satisfy her with my cock anymore. She loves to tease, humiliate, and make fun of my stamina in a playful way, and her (much) larger dildo has spent more time in her pussy over the last year than my weak, small, premature cock. Our sex life has completely changed.
What are your thoughts on the psychological shift between two partners when one becomes hopelessly premature?
Congrats on the successful training.
Great question! These are the topics the prejac community should explore more.
There truly is a mental shift between a man and a woman when he is a severe premature ejaculator. His dick, once viewed as a potent sex symbol capable of drilling her into blissful submission, is now a hapless, leaky appendage that will uncontrollably spurt with minimal effort from her.
(Obligatory hot girl gif to keep the horny fucks reading)
There is a shift in the power dynamics in the relationship. I imagine it manifests differently for everyone though. On the surface, my wife and I are quite vanilla — even in the bedroom. But my dick is weak and shoots so fast that it never gives my wife pleasure, so she runs the bedroom, if that makes sense. I’m in total submission to her and her desires in that setting.
I suspect a woman feels more empowered—consciously or unconsciously—by a man who is a “lousy lay.” And for any PE man stricken by the prejac fetish, he will inevitably become more beta.
That “shift” leads to a more female centric worldview and, in practice, it may lead to hints of a female-led relationship if not take on all qualities of that arrangement.
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Desire | Bada Lee Imagine
pairings: bada lee x fem!reader
genre: nswf??? idk , strangers to them fucking, two hot girls wanting doing body shots
a/n: i will literally throw my phone the second i post this KEEP IN MIND this is my first time writing smth nswf (kinda) SO LEAVE ME ALONE I TRIED MY BEST (and i hate it)
As the song played on, Y/N started to feel herself drift away from reality. The music, the crowd, the lights...everything seemed to melt before her. With a drunken giggle, Y/N's face turned flush.
Standing behind her, Solar grabbed her hips and started to grind on her, moving to the rhythm of the music. Y/N let herself be swept away by the moment. It felt so good. It felt so right.
Gently moving her hips, she let the breeze blow on her legs. With the hair out of the way, her hands moved of their own accord. Touching her skin, tracing the curves of her body. There was a hunger growing inside her. As if the music has awakened something.
Slowly, Y/N gathered her hair up above her head, her free hand beginning to roam over her own body. The feeling of the breeze against her exposed skin was both refreshing and arousing.
Her other hand, holding her hair, allowed her to feel every soft curve and smooth surface of her body as her hips started to move slowly, in time with the music.
She could feel the hem of her dress starting to rise up, but she didn't even bother pulling it back down. She was wearing a white dress that looked wet. It was tight, clinging to her body, and showing off all of her curves and figure.
She knew she looked hot. She knew everyone was staring at her, admiring her body, enjoying the sights.
She liked it.
With each step, Y/N could feel the eyes of a tall woman on her. The stare was constant, and it was intense. Y/N loved it, feeling herself heat up under the gaze.
Y/N had never seen someone quite like her before. The tall woman was absolutely stunning. Her black hair, with the blonde stripes underneath, and the black bralette with the unbuttoned jeans, her underwear noticeable. She was wearing so little, but it was enough to drive Y/N crazy.
One look at her was enough to make Y/N's pulse race, but the tall woman knew exactly what she was doing. Those stares of hers were like a spell, pulling Y/N in deeper and deeper. She wanted to touch her, to feel her. To be with her.
She needed her
"Solar who's that" Y/N said loudly in her ear hoping her friend heard her from the loud music
"Who?"
"That tall girl with blonde streaks" Solar smirked, now knowing exactly who she was talking about. "That's Bada Lee," she replied, "a famous choreographer."
Y/N nodded biting her lip, she looked around the room but the girl was nowhere to be found
"Come on, they're doing body shots," Solar said with a mischievous grin, taking ahold of Y/N's wrist and leading her through the crush of people in the club.
They soon found themselves in the midst of a group of people gathered together nearby, who had encircled a handful of shots glasses.
Y/N was suddenly aware of the weight of someone's gaze resting upon her. When she turned to see the source of the intense stare, her eyes were immediately captured by Bada's striking eyes. Y/N could feel her cheeks warming, but she was too flustered to speak.
Just then, someone nearby asked, "Alright, who's going next?"
Y/N felt a burst of courage and stepped forward, flashing a confident grin at the rest of the group.
"I'll do it," she said in a low, sultry voice, before taking the offered glass from the man's hands
She turned to see the various alcoholic drink options laid out before her, trying to decide which to have.
"I prefer tequila," a silky, seductive voice purred, making her knees feel surprisingly weak.
Y/N quickly turned to see that it was the tall girl she had been keeping her eyes on from the start. She smirked, feeling an unfamiliar fluttering sensation in her chest.
Y/N grabbed ahold of the bottle of tequila, making her way towards the table. As she drew near, she realized that Bada was standing in her way. She was so tall, towering above her in a way that made her knees feel weak.
Y/N's gaze lingered on Bada's striking form for a moment before she tried to move past, but the tall girl didn't move out of the way. The two girls' bodies touched as they brushed past each other, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.
Bada was staring hard at Y/N, and she wasn't ashamed at all. She had been admiring the gorgeous girl ever since she first stepped foot in the club, feeling like she was a magnet for her gaze. Bada couldn't help but be drawn in by her beauty, and she felt a strong pull towards the other girl that she couldn't ignore.
The girl had a certain aura about her that seemed to draw everyone's attention. As she walked through the crowded club, it was as if she was the center of the room, with almost every set of eyes trained on her.
But despite the countless number of people staring at her, she seemed to have eyes only for Bada.
"Tequila it is, yes." Y/N said softly, a hint of innocence in her voice as she handed the bottle to bada.
As Bada took the bottle and held it, never breaking eye contact, Y/N put the small glass between her breasts. The movement caught Bada's attention, and she smirked slightly.
She leaned in close to Y/N, her breath tickling y/n's ear as she whispered seductively "Eager, aren't we?"
Y/N heart raced at the intimate moment, but she maintained her composure and simply smiled, her gaze still locked with Bada's.
Bada opened the bottle of tequila and flipped the cap into the air. Everyone had their eyes transfixed on the two girls as they played their little game of tease and flirt. The tension was thick, the air charged with romance and desire. It was as if the two beautiful women were in their own little world, oblivious to the rest of the world watching in fascination.
The loud, thumping beat of "Meddle Abot" by Chase Atlantic echoed through the club, the music's rhythm filling the room. Y/N flinched slightly as the icy cold liquid was poured down her neck, taken by surprise but not complaining. In fact, the unexpected sensation seemed to turn her on ever so slightly, the chill of the liquid sending a shudder of anticipation down her spine.
Bada bit her lip, eyes fixed on her wet cleavage. The shot was full, but not for long.
Taking Y/N's wrist in a firm grip, Bada licked it where her pulse beat beneath the skin, then sprinkled salt lightly over the wet skin.
All the while, she stared directly at her eyes, keeping Y/N's attention firmly on her. The intensity of the moment was almost too much for the other girl to bear, her pulse racing and her body tingling.
The intensity of the moment was almost too much for Y/N to bear, her pulse racing and her body tingling with anticipation. Her panties were getting wet as the tension between the two women continued to build. Every look, touch, or gesture sent a jolt of electricity shooting through her body, making her heart pound harder and harder with each passing second.
The tall girl grinned as Y/N's pulse rose, her tongue licking away the salt from Y/N's wrist. She then moved to her neck but paused there, giving Y/N goosebumps as her warm breath swept over her skin. The feeling sent a surge of desire coursing through her veins, and her breath hitched with anticipation of what came next.
Y/N almost moaned as the choreographer's tongue touched her skin, her body trembling with desire. There was nothing subtle about it as Bada licked her way down her neck, licking away at the liquor she had poured just moments before. With every touch of her tongue, Y/N felt her body tingle with desire. It was an intoxicating feeling, sending her mind spinning as she tried to hold back the sounds of pleasure that were rising in her throat.
Bada slowly took the shot of tequila, her head tossing back as the strong liquor filled her throat.
"Here" Y/N's voice came out raspy, the feeling of anticipation making her breathless. With the lime clenched firmly in her fingers, she held it out to Bada who leaned in, her lips touching Y/N's fingers. She sucked the lime from her fingers with a playful smile, seeming to enjoy the girl's reactions to her actions.
Y/N shook her head, amused as she got off the table and gave bada a mischievous grin. Then she moved towards her friend Solar, who was staring at her moutb agape
"Girl, that--what?! That was so hot!" Solar screamed with excitement, jumping up and down.
"Tell me about it! I could barely walk, my knees were so weak." Y/N agreed, matching Solar's energy with her own enthusiasm.
"She's coming!" Y/N almost choked at Solar's words, her eyes widening in surprise.
"What--where are you going?" Y/N asked, furrowing her brows as she spotted Solar leaving suddenly.
Her friend shot Y/N a wink as she left and yelled, "You'll thank me later!"
"Hey gorgeous" came the voice from behind her, causing Y/N to whip around. She instantly recognized the voice as the one from earlier
"Hey"
Y/N smirked as she looked at Bada, still giddy from the events earlier. She had to suppress a small giggle as the memories of earlier came flooding back into her mind.
Bada still looked as striking and sensual as she did before, her eyes meeting Y/N's with a certain playfulness and sparkle. She took a slight step forward, but stopped just short of touching the girl in front of her, Bada's hand hovering in front of her, as if tempting Y/N to draw her close.
The younger girl noticed Bada's hand and caught it, immediately drawing the woman close. "Let's dance," she said, her words dripping with seductiveness as she stared into Bada's eyes.
Bada gave a sly smile, her body pressing up against Y/N's as she allowed herself to be pulled in.
As they danced, the two girls moved their bodies in perfect rhythm, as if they were two parts of one whole. Y/n gently wrapped one arm around Bada's neck, bringing her closer, and with the other, she placed her hand on Bada's waist.
As soon as Bada's hands reached for Y/N's waist, she pulled her even closer. And when Bada's lips grazed her neck, drawing gentle circles on the sensitive skin, Y/N's breath caught in her throat.
"What's your name?" Bada whispered, brushing her lips along y/n's collarbone.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "Y/N."
Bada kissed her throat again, this time slightly more passionately than before. As Y/N felt the woman's lips on her skin, her body shivered with desire.
The shorter girl moved her lips close to Bada's ear. She softly chuckled, her sweet laugh making Bada groan "Wanna get out of here-"
"Hey, you two--BADA!!"
Y/N was pulled away by the voice, and Bada let out a few curses. She placed her head on girl's shoulder, slightly annoyed at the interruption.
"What the fuck do you want, Mark?" Bada said, her jaw clenching as she turned her head to face the rude interruption. Her hands remained firmly on Y/N's waist, her grip practically tightening with every word.
Y/N rolled her eyes, she was so close
"Come on, do that thing you were doing back then," Mark said, pulling Bada to the previous spot, not waiting for her response.
Y/N let out a heavy sigh, now left alone. She couldn't believe how quickly the mood had shifted, going from so intimate to so...nothing.
She heard the crowd cheer, something inside her pushing her towards the noise. As she moved through the crowd, she spotted bada holding the bottle they had used before. Bada was looking around frantically, as if searching for someone, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder if that someone was her.
As Bada saw Y/N, a grin spread across her face, and she shook the bottle towards her as if to say "come on." It was an undeniable invitation, and with a smile on her lips, dhe went straight past the other people, heading towards Bada.
"Are you ticklish?" she asked, grabbing the bottle and watching as bada smirked.
"Let's find out," Bada replied, sitting on the table and leaning down slightly in front of Y/N. She placed her hands behind her back on the table, and Y/N wasted no time grabbing the salt and lime.
She parted Bada's legs, standing between them. Bada watched her closely, her eyes filled with lust.
Y/n teased her by gently guiding the lime into Bada's mouth then leaning down and licking her abs. Bada let out a sharp breath as Y/N's tongue touched her stomach, her body shivering with desire.
The girl poured salt over the part where she had licked Bada,. Taking the bottle of tequila, she leaned close to Bada's bellybutton and poured in the alcohol.
Y/N tilted her head, looking up at her with baited breath. When she saw Bada biting her top lip, the girl nearly lost it right there
She's so hot
Y/N's tongue danced over badas skin, her touch both teasing and sensual. The taste of the salt spread across her tongue and she took in the sourness, relishing in the way it heightened her desire. Her tongue slowly gliding to the edge of badas bralette, the tension in the air rising with each touch. Bada couldn't help but grip onto Y/N's wrist, her eyes never leaving Y/N's
Y/N's lips turned into a seductive smile as she pressed her lips against her bellybutton and took a slurped the tequila.
Bada could feel herself going crazy as she watched Y/N, her wild and sexy nature driving her mad. She was desperate to get her alone in a room so she could complete what they started earlier. She imagined them together in a dark room, finally satisfying their mutual desires. The fantasy was becoming unbearable, and she had to find a way to make it a reality.
Y/N's face slowly moved towards Bada's. Her lips parted and she leaned in, tasting the lime in Bada's mouth. Their lips touched but neither of them moved. Y/N didn't want to stop. She softly bit into Bada's lips, tugging at her lips and softly biting the skin. All Bada could do was moan in pleasure
Y/N could hear the cheers of the crowd, many of them coming from boys. They seemed particularly interested in the sight of two girls being lustful with each other. Y/N rolled her eyes, at that
Men....
Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed Bada's belt hoops and forcefully pulled her along, desperate to have her alone. Bada was amazed she eagerly followed her like a lost puppy
As they were walking outside to Y/N's car, she swung her arm around Y/N's shoulder and pressed their bodies together. Bada leaned in and kissed the corner of Y/N's lips, causing her to let out a soft whine of pleasure.
She wanted more, and she wanted it now.
Y/N's back hit the car with force, but she didn't mind. She liked it.
Bada's hands gently moved Y/N's hair out of her face "You're so perfect"
With that she pulled her in for a rough kiss. Their mouths collided in a forceful and passionate manner. Y/N felt both pain and pleasure from the sheer intensity of the kiss, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel Bada's teeth digging into her lips, her tongue exploring the inside of her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around Bada's neck, pulling her close and embracing her tightly. Bada's hands were free to explore and she took full advantage of that. She gently squeezed Y/N's butt, enjoying the soft and subtle resistance.
After pulling away from the intense and passionate kiss, both Y/N and Bada were panting, their breath coming in short and heavy gasps.
Y/N chuckled, having noticed the blood on Bada's lips. She leaned in again, licking the blood from her lips. "Let's get inside the car, now,"
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Soo today I made the terrible mistake to look for hotd art on pinterest, and came across a... particular comment that genuinely led me to question my faith in humanity.
Oh boy
Where do I even begin with this?
I thought team black was at least cool with Hel cause she's literally the most innocent character in the show (except for the kids obviously) but apparently some blacks have beef with her too now.
Cool, just great.
Haelena had the opportunity to go with her kids to Nyra.
I'm sorry but why? Why would she want to betray her family, her actual family? Rhaenyra never gave a flying fuck about her growing up, they have never even talked on screen! Why, why would she dump her siblings and her parents to join the cause of the woman who's side wants the people she loves killed? It makes no sense whatsoever. The blacks really don't understand that not everyone on Planetos loves Nyra like them and it shows.
Also if she really tried to betray her family for Nyra, I think Aegon, Ali and Aemond would have noticed Dreamfyre leaving King's Landing to go to Dragonstone and would have gone after her on Sunfyre and Vhagar.
And even if she somehow made it there, what do you think was going to happen? Rhaenyra was just going to welcome them with open arms as if she wasn't married to her "usurper"?
Best case scenario Nyra pretends to welcome them in and then Daemon sends his men to strangle Jaehaerys and Maelor as they sleep to get rid of Aegon's possible heirs.
I mean hell in the books Rhae put a fucking bounty on her 2 year old nephew's head that lead to his brutal death and they think she would just allow them to switch sides? Man these people really do not know how the game of thrones works.
She wanted to be queen
When? When has it ever been stated that Hel wants to be queen? When did we ever get a dialogue where she talked about how she couldn't wait for Aegon to inherit so she could replace her mom as queen?
Never
Haelena spends most of her time on screen making prophecies of the future, playing with bugs and dancing with Jace, when has her ambition for the crown been portrayed?
When have we seen any hint of her desire for power? Wtf
We're all dumb and sick bla bla...
Honestly after all this trash I've had to debunk being called names doesn't even phase me lmao. Go ahead, insulting others is always your last resort when you don't know how to admit that you're wrong.
We are blinded by the outside beauty of the characters and don't pay attention to who they really are
Ohhh the sweet sweet irony of this statement .
Team broccoli doesn't acknowledge their rapist usurper, their war criminal prince and their whore queen Alicunt! They're so nasty!
But Isn't Daemon suuper hot? God he is such an obedient malewife, Rhaenyra couldn't have chosen better! He's not a pedo guys I swear, the young silver haired virgins' ages were never confirmed, maybe they were at least eighteen! And he totally didn't pursue Nettles sexually, she was most likely his daughter!
What a joke
#house of the dragon#hotd#anti team black#pro team green#pro alicent hightower#alicent hightower#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#anti daemon targaryen#anti team black stans#haelena targaryen#jaehaerys targaryen#jaehaera targaryen#maelor targaryen#god these people's hypocrisy will never not be sad
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WHEN THE CAMERA CUTS // CILLIAN MURPHY X READER
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x actress reader
Summary: A successful academy award actress is bound to be professional during intimate scenes, especially with someone equally as talented as Cillian Murphy. The recently divorced actor has yet to be touched by another woman since his separation and it just so happens that the role he picked up in the latest romantic comedy has a steamy shower scene that lets his desires towards the actress run wild. Physically reacting to her touch and nudity while the camera rolls can only lead to raw passion once the camera cuts.
Warnings: Age gap, smut, nothing too extreme a little vanilla tbh, butt stuff, mirror sex, vaping / alcohol drinking, dry humping, shower play, Oral, not too much personality from Y/N in this its focused on his pleasure
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Of course Y/N had done intimate scenes before in her last few films, kissing attractive actors and rubbing up all against them was barely something she could complain about. This time around she was a little nervous, never actually exposing any nudity in front of cameras or the men she’d work with. Not to mention this time she’d be baring it all to the hottest man she’d ever seen, Cillian Murphy. Those piercing blue eyes stabbed right through her, sending chills and bumps across her skin every time he’d look into her. It had all been professional, even striking up a near friendship with the older actor. Sometimes, she almost felt embarrassed to be in his presence. Someone who was so talented, powerful and experienced had no right to be standing next to the trying to make it, short resume actress. Not to mention be kissing her and staring at her bare tits as they trickled in freezing cold shower water. The film was based on roommates who eventually fall in love and fuck but the fucking was the last scene to be filmed. So here she sat, preparing for the final scene to wrap up the movie.
“Are you nervous?” The makeup artist questioned as she dabbed the liquid foundation over the crown of her forehead down to the tips of her jaw.
“A little, I’ve never shown my body on screen before” Y/N eyes stared as the closeness of the artist was mare inches away, feeling her hot breath as she focused on covering the slight blemish perked on her cheek.
“I get that, but I mean with you know… Cillian and all” The makeup artist stood up and sighed as her fingers raised Y/N’s chin to get a better look at her final result.
“You could say that again. It’s threatening but I know it’s professional.” Y/N turned her head to check herself in the mirror.
“I hear you, you’re better than me though. I’d be squirming knowing I was about to twirl tongues with him” They both giggled. “Well… my work here is done. You look fabulous. Just remember, he’s probably seen a million pair of boobs in his life time, on and off screen. You’ve got this.” With a pat on the shoulder, the lady walked out the caravan and left Y/N alone with her reflection.
The last piece of advice didn’t help of course, for some reason Y/N wanted to be the most attractive girl he’d do an on scene with. She secretly hoped he’d be attracted to her bare body, her perked tits staring right at him. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him in a sexual way before, who could blame her? A gorgeous Irish man with a deep voice that played with her ears and cheekbones that bounced light off like glass. Pouring herself a shot of tequila for liquid courage, in one gulp the sting of the liquid shot down the back of her throat, wincing at the cheap taste.
With a final twirl in the mirror, the best she could give herself was a ‘you’ve got this’.
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“Action!” The director stood out of sight behind large, obnoxious cameras that hid the rest of the small crew allowed to be on set. Y/N faced the shower head and felt the freezing water seduce her skin. The cooling effect of the water made her nipples erect and obvious, begging to be stared at. In some ways she was grateful for the freezing cold, feeling the internal burn of arousal and embarrassment of what was about to be filmed and shared for the world to see.
The water continued to fall gracefully over her, coating her hair in a slick wet as her hands rubbed from her cheeks up to her forehead and down the the tips of her hair. Standing in nothing but a nude colour thong, all that was left to do was wait for his arrival onto the scene.
Seconds later, a large pair of hands snaked round her waist, resulting in the faked shocked reaction that formed on her face.
“Jesus Neil! How did you get in here?” Covering her breasts for a sense of security, she snapped around to face Cillian, who was staring down at her with an expression she’d never seen in his eyes before.
“I thought I’d join you, I’ve waited so long to touch you, you know? I know how you feel about me… the way you stare. C’mon- let me see you” With that, he removed her hands from her chest, the moment she’d been dreading, exposing herself fully to the man in front of her. Her nipples pointed right at him, his eyes falling and meeting them in acceptance. A twinge of smirk lured in his eyes as he brought them back up to hers. “Fuck, you’re perfect” He said still keeping centimetres apart.
A silence filled the shower as the water drops slammed against the marble floor, the lines leaving her memory as she stared up at the actor she so desperately wished he meant the words he was saying.
“Touch me, Neil. Touch me hard.” Her voice laced with anticipation and persuasion.
In a split second his lips crashed against hers, pushing them both under the shower head. Her back strongly pinned against the wall as the water now fell over his head and covered him in wetness. His hand held her steady in a hungry fashion kneading against her waist, his other wrapped around her cheek as their tongues fought in circles. A gasp left Y/N’s lips from the sudden dominance he had applied onto her, returning her a low groan from his own.
The smacking sounds had now overpowered the water drops, false moans of pleasure leaving each others lips. His hips bucked towards her stomach and she felt a sudden hardness twitch against her navel.
‘Oh my god. Is that what I think it is?’ She thought. Her suspicion correct when another pulse bounced off her stomach. He has a boner. Taken aback by his arousal, she panted heavier against his lips as the kiss became more intense and real. Wavering off script, his hand fell from her face to her left boob, gripping and pulling at her. An uncontrollable moan had mustered at the sudden contact, not expecting him to get so physical with the cameras rolling. Pressing his erection harder into her, he pulled back his face to look her dead in the eye.
“Oh baby, I’ve wanted you for so long” The words he spoke almost fell off as a whine, a plea or a beg to be set free to unleash his desires.
“Take me Neil, I’m all yours” He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, almost slipping as the swiftness of her forced movements moved her faster than she could comprehend. Her face had landed on the wall and a quiet whimper had left her, slightly spinning to look at him through the corner of her eye.
She watched as his gaze dropped from hers to her lower back to her ass, moving his thumbs into the dips in her lower back.
“Mmm, just how I want you” Her eyes continued to fall as they landed on his crotch, now soaked in his material of the thin nude boxer he was wearing. The water had suffocated his cock, outlining so obviously each vein that was pulsing for her. It looked as if it was in prisoned, twitching to be set free. The size of him made her eyes widen as he wasn’t a large man yet he hung his masculinity so strikingly. As the cameras couldn’t see below waist level, he pretended to enter himself into her, dry humping against her ass and much too evidently purposely making her feel his arousal. A series of moans and whimpers left the pair and he continued to hump her through the thin material that separated them both. With each grab and slam, she could feel his cock pulsing against her, him even leaving himself attached to her as he continued to pretend fuck her. His head swung back as his face curled in dissatisfaction, getting angrier and angrier with each hump. Arousal and stickiness had also began to form in her slit, feeling herself wanting to feel him fill her up.
“Just like that, fuck you feel so good” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her torso up to him, snaking his other hand around her tit again. Kneading and pulling her at breast his hips never detached hers, pressing both of them against the shower wall now and humping harder and harder. Of course in this moment, her line was too agree how good he felt too but the intensity of what was happening had her mind blank in shock and anticipation. The wet slapping noises became louder as he began to reach his fake climax, pretending to pour himself into her as he slowed his pace and panted heavily. He lent over her shoulder and mustered a low, loud groan that swirled through her ear, bringing himself to a fake orgasm.
Still feeling his hardness pressed against the in between of her cheeks, she couldn’t help but feel flustered at the actions that had just taken place. Both of them didn’t move but stayed attached to one another as their eyes matched and a smirk plastered his expression, pulling back and looking at himself still pressed against her. There was a thin line between whether or not the pants leaving their chests were real or not, but something told Y/N that line was crossed before the scene even started.
“Cut! That was beautiful. Break in ten!”
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Later that evening in her trailer, a half drank bottle of red wine laid on her dresser and had her vape in her hand. Loosely covered in her silk robe that hid lacy matching black underwear underneath, she sprawled along the blue velvet couch in the corner of the car. Swiping on her phone on social media platforms and hitting puffs every so often was her ideal way to wind down after a long day of shooting, especially today after the shower scene. What had actually happened was incomprehensible, they hadn’t even spoken since. She was unsure of the nature of his erection as he was such an incredible actor she couldn’t believe his moans of pleasure were real, as much as she wanted to. The events repeated more and more as the bottle emptied itself. Her trail of thoughts were interrupted as a slight knock on the trailer door echoed through the walls. Standing up and lacing up her robe tighter, small steps were made to open the door.
There he stood, hands in front of himself looking sheepish yet mischievous.
“Hi… can I come in?” His Irish accent was thick and low, stern and blunt.
“I-yeah-sure.” She stood to the side and widened the door, each of them watching themselves as he walked past her and stopped in the middle of the trailer.
“Ha, wine huh? Again?” He chuckled at his observation.
“Yeah… helps me wind down I guess.” She stood awkwardly as she grabbed one arm, the room thick with tension that crushed the chest and made it hard to breath.
His gaze fell to her hand and he pointed at the colourful tube she held. “You need to stop smoking that thing, it’s so bad for you”
“We all die anyways, helps with stress too” Her eyes glued on the ground unsure where to look.
“Ah” He swayed back and fourth on his feet.
The silence could’ve been cut with a knife, each not knowing what to do or say.
“So… is there anything I could help you with?” He sighed at her question and made his way to her sofa, placing himself down and spreading his legs in classic male fashion, his fingers running through the mess his hair had become after a long day of work.
“I know you felt it today… felt me- I mean.” Y/N lent against the dresser and watched him as he spoke.
“Yeah I-“ She began but was interrupted “are you uncomfortable?” His question catching her off guard.
“Um, no? I guess I just didn’t expect it. Were you… uncomfortable?” He huffed.
“Clearly not. I felt you too you know. Not the fecking, freezing water but warm… you know. On me.” His neck slowly turned towards her. The silence felt like hours, neither knowing how to break it.
“Come here- sit on my lap” Y/N made her way slowly over to him and straddled over his crotch, their faces inches apart and chests breathing so heavily it filled the room. He lifted the back of his palm and grazed her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“I’m too old for you, honey” His eyes never leaving hers. The weight of her on top of him already began to turn him on, feeling a cold rush leave his body to his cock.
“I don’t think so Cillian.” She blushed at the nickname he gave her, nuzzling her face into his palm.
“You don’t? You wouldn’t mind an old cock fucking you?” His voice soft and serious for the words he spoke. As the words left his lips, she felt a pulse in her clit and a warmth grow in her core.
“Not if it was yours” He chuckled. With that he latched his lips softly onto hers, pressing them onto her and in synch slotting his tongue around hers. The kiss was steamy and growing passionate, her hips circling his crotch to feel his erection hardening beneath her. A moan fell into her mouth from his and his fingers gripped desperately at her hips, pushing her down harder as she grind on him. The fabric of his jeans was a texture that rubbed on her opening, wincing at the hardness mixed with pleasure. Her hips circulated faster and faster as he began to hold her in place while bucking up into her, pressing himself to his satisfaction to feel her. He detached his lips and stared at her face, lips now puffy from suction and eyes watery with desire.
“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed her down further onto him. “You make me so hard- I- I can’t take it anymore” His head dropped back as he groaned, still latching his fingers deep into the flesh of her sides. Her fingers snaked to his zip, eagerly eyeing his manhood as she unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips and hooked his pants down to his thighs, revealing the tent in his boxers pointed directly at her.
“Let me see you” His hands raised to the tie of her robe, undoing the half-assed knot and slowly dropped the silk from her shoulders, watching as the material fell from her body. His mouth fell open agape at the lingerie she wore under, his cock beginning to throb at the sight in front of him. He threw the robe to the side of the sofa and grabbed her tits in hunger.
“God, so beautiful” His lips locked onto her neck, sucking and darting with his tongue to leave marks of territory upon her body. She pulled away and fell to her knees in front of him sitting on the sofa, ripping away at his jeans that now laid next to her on the floor. Grabbing his erection in her hand through his boxers, she placed wet kisses on his clothed part he left out a sigh. Reaching under the seam by his hips, his cock popped out onto her hand and she slowly began to stroke him. Spitting into her palm for more lubrication, she felt his tip ooze with precum.
“Fuck… Y/N” His eyes stared into hers at the slight touch he was receiving. Taking his tip in her mouth she flattened her tongue underneath the underside of his cock, earning a wince from him. Taking more and more of his shaft in with each suck she found he was too big to take all in, using her hands to pump at the base she couldn’t reach. Flicking her wrist in small circles and sucking hard at his tip almost sent him over the edge, his hips twitching up at his pleasure.
“Just like that, such a good girl” His cock was so hard it felt like wood in her hands, hollowing out her cheeks and filling the room with sucking sounds and moans from him hitting the back of her throat. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her even further down, tears swelling in her eyes and her mascara running. She felt his orgasm forming as he began to twitch in her mouth as his breathing became irregularly heavy. Her own arousal had now coated the entirety of her slit and had smeared to the sides of her thighs, clenching them together for a short moment of release. Grabbing her head up and his tip making a loud pop as it left her mouth, she sat with her hands on his thighs and saliva spread across the sides of her mouth, grinning in satisfaction from the dazed look on his face.
“Such a pretty girl for me, stand up” He guided her to the dresser and bent her over slowly onto the desk, her watching his every move in the mirror in front of them. She watched as his eyes and hands trailed from her neck down her back and dug into her sides. With one swift aggressive movement he hooked his fingers into her lacy underwear, pulling them down and letting them pool at her feet.
“M’gonna fuck you good. So good…” His eyes left her ass and met hers in the mirror “Do you want that Y/N? Hm?”
“I do Cillian, please fuck me! Fuck me hard” With that said he left a quick sharp slap on her ass that left a sting.
“How hard?” Another slap repeating the pain over the first strike.
“So hard… please Cillian I can’t wait any longer” Her knees becoming weak from desperation.
“Mm… good girl.” He placed his tip at her entrance and slapped it a few times on her swollen clit, a wince leaving her lips from sensitivity. He traced her slit with himself and groaned at the feeling. “So wet for me” A few more slides up and down her entrance and he slowly held himself in, pushing slowly to feel the stretch of her walls clenching around him.
“Oh god-oh fuck Y/N” His head swung back in pleasure, barely halfway into her. Y/N’s legs began to shake and give in to the feeling of his size, feeling herself accommodate him roughly as she was soaking but he was too big to fit. Pausing halfway to look down at his cock in her pussy, he slammed his hips into hers and filled her up completely. Y/N screamed in pain and pleasure at the sharp pressure that filled her core, a heat building up inside her and swallowing him.
“Fuck- you’re so big” Y/N moaned, gripping onto her glass dresser. Cillian looked up and stared at her face in the mirror.
“Look at me baby… look at me” Y/N opened her squeezed eyes through the harsh pace he was slamming into her and saw herself being fucked useless in the mirror. A second wave of arousal followed suit as she creamed a ring around his cock at the sight of them.
“You like watching me fuck you huh? You like the way you look when I control you hm?” His words became puffed out as the oxygen started to leave his brain. He placed his thumb of the outside of her anus and plunged his nail in, filling himself into all her holes at once. He groaned at the tightness that surrounded his finger.
“Oh fuck! Cillian- I-I love it” The foreign feeling of his thumb sent shockwaves through her system, her hips roughly slamming against the edge of her dresser in a way that would sure leave bruises the next day. Yet again, he intertwined his fingers into her hair and pulled her up to get her close to him, his other hand latching onto the skin on her neck and grabbing her harshly. He pumped shorter but faster strokes into her pussy and felt a knot forming in the base of his core.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” His voice exasperated from pleasure. His actions became weaker and sloppier as his cock twitched aggressively into her, ropes of thick white cum coating her walls. She clenched around him as he filled her up, his strokes slower and weaker as he felt his balls empty into her.
He lent her back down onto the dresser and laid on top of her, their sweat sticking them together and their gasps for air filling the room. Pulling his hips back, he stood up and dragged her sides, standing her up against the dresser and turning her around. Pushing her hair back behind her ear once again, he grabbed her cheek and planted a wet kiss onto her lips.
The press tour would be a million times more interesting now.
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I was working on gaining experience in motorsport but now I don't want to anymore due to the news. I have been torn up about this since it was announced. Am I even safe working in this industry? Is it only a matter of time?
I think there are two things to take from this: even in an organisation as closed-ranks as Red Bull, this was investigated. And although it's depressing to see many people either expressing disbelief or seeking to discredit the victim, there are a much larger number of people outraged. Not just that it happened but with the entire process, including the way it is being played as a political trophy within Red Bull as an organisation and the wider reaction of Formula 1 and the FIA.
In every industry, there are imbalances in power that lead to exploitation. Ableism, racism, sexism and homophobia go hand in hand with unfairnesses like nepotism and favouritism. Some industries, especially those that people really want to work in and where there are limited opportunities, have it worse - you see it in acting, in games, in music, in motorsport.
Nowhere is safe from the structural inequalities that frame the world. In any job you'll be in some level of danger. That's not intended as a blanket scare or as some way to minimise or dismiss the specific (and extremely unpleasant) case being brought this week.
I definitely have experienced sexism and outright attempts at exploitation/abuse in motorsport. A man who's still a popular pundit spent several years lying to me and even though I'm really not this naiive, somehow convincing me to exchange lewds. Another one who's in a senior editorial position routinely sends me obscene messages. Men from teams and championships and heritage programmes have tried to get me to fuck them and I'm not young or hot or particularly desirable - it's just that I was there and a woman and so it's almost seen as obligatory that they do it, so they can dismiss you as a slut.
I wrote a little about this when the Mazepin thing came out a few years ago. It resonated with a painful number of women across motorsport, I got hundreds of messages after it was posted.
But. This is being taken seriously. There is a clear level of discomfort within the wider paddock about Horner's presence - some of that is political, it is in the teams' interests for there to be disruption at Red Bull. But a lot is clearly pretty visceral horror and anger at both the reputational damage to the sport and what's happened.
Do not let the fact that there are gross people out there deter you from a dream. Do let yourself be angry about it and mould that anger into a toolkit to address it. Look out for the people around you, try to promote positive workplace cultures, call out unpleasant behaviours, especially in scenarios where you are relatively unaffected. (eg: if you're a straight woman and someone says something gross about a gay man, if you're a white person and someone says something racist, etc)
Motorsport needs good people to work in it to change. It needs you far more than you need it. Don't let it reverse or exploit that and you will have a level of power that constitutes safety because you won't let it damage you for the sake of getting something it isn't offering. (If someone is behaving exploitatively then they are not giving you anything, they are trying to see what they can take)
It's been a shit week. I feel awful for the woman who's been doxxed, robbed of compensation and had her career ruined. Who's being discussed and discredited by the paddock, by journalists, by the most toxic fans. In a just world, people would be protecting her but that would need the population of all those groups to change significantly.
So don't let it put you off. Let it make you keener to displace them.
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Unfulfilled (Namor x FemReader) (R-RATED) (NO MINORS) (PART2)
You, a mutant siren, made a deal with the god and king of Talokan. That in use of your body, to be a surrogate, to create an heir, you will be paid in what the world truly wants most. Vibranium. And other riches of course. But you set rules, limits to what was allowed and all those months lead to nothing. An empty womb. And a very angry surrogate. Namor has been nothing but patient but now was the time to exploit your ridiculous rules and claim what he's been fighting for.
He was a king after all.
Part 1 Part 3
Any ammunition you had was depleting and you were desperately trying to prove all that he said was wrong. Anything to throw at his face and debunk this 'frustration' he was claiming you had but there wasn't anything left to throw. Namor watches your face contort into confusion and stubbornness with the scrunch of your nose as you struggled to find yet another excuse.
He leaned down pressing his lips against your ear breathing in deep, he's had enough, "You are a lovely woman, a desirable woman, and I am the kind of man to break that shell so you can be satisfied. You want me, as much as I want you."
"I...don't want you. If I was so desperate for you why do yo u have to use lubricant Namor?" You could feel his warmth seeping into the side of your head and smell the salt of the sea on his golden skin. Being this close you could feel the aching knot in the pit of your stomach, you chose to ignore it.
Licking his lips you heard his smile in his quiet smooth voice, " I have had no need to use lubricant lately Y/N, none at all."
And there it was the last of your ammo gone and Namor had won the war. Your shoulders sunk in defeat. You've never had once lost control or even had control taken from you when it came down to how you wanted things to go. Even men at the club knew not to fuck with you and here was Namor moving back giving you an unwavering stare as he sat back on your bed. Half naked expect for his green trunks and his jewelry.
He was always right.
"I don't want-"You began again but he raised a hand silencing you instantly. He was the only man who's ever silenced her with just was wave of his hand and you swore he would be the last because no one radiated power like he did. He was dangerous, this agreement between the two of you was dangerous but deep down in the naughty mind and body of yours you liked it. And your body was trying so desperately to show you that he was and will always be the man who knew how to bend your rules, to shut you up in times like these. The body was meant, in some circumstances, to succumb to the things it craved. like thirst and hunger, shade or even being in the sun. But deny it of something it craved for so long it'll start to fester, cry for those needs. Now you didn't know what to do with this hot heat in your core starring at the mutant king.
Now that the cat was out of the bag you found yourself standing in front of the man with your hands hanging at your sides and you certainly felt a nice heat blossoming across your cheeks.
The body will start to rebel.
He slowly reached out and placed his hands on your hips gently, testing, pulled you forward so you were now in-between his powerful thighs.
"One night," You said, "No pregnant talk or babies or even about the agreement. I just want one night where none of that matters."
He stayed silent. You thought he was going to deny you right after that little discussion you had. Honestly, some part of you, no, all of you wanted him to say yes.
"Let's begin."
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The matress creaked under their weight every time he fucked you, your breathless panting filled the room. Two sweaty bodies worked in unison how nature meant it to be, faster and faster he went gripping your round hips with a bruise steeling grip brining your hips back to meet his own snapping hips.
Both of your bodies were dripping in sweat, salty, sticky sweat creating such a stench you never knew was possible. It was like an aphrodisiac pushing your body to continue, pushing his body to respond in kind to yours but you wanted it to end. The body was getting more than it bargained for and now you were sobbing in absolute bliss begging him to finish, begging him to have mercy. You didn’t know how many times you came or how many times he did, it was all a blur.
“No… he terminado todavía.” The heir was the goal. An heir was all that mattered so he was to be given immortality and reassurance through his bloodline that all will be taken care of. Namor needed you to make the climb to victory. Impregnating you would’ve been easy but after so many negatives he had to think, plan.
You were the problem. You had kept him from his goal. He needed to stop you from stopping him.
As much as he enjoyed their little game of cat and mouse in the beginning. Having her body anytime he pleased, having her willingly turned a knob in him. To hell with lubricant, a willing wet woman felt so much better to him. Especially a woman who he’s sought after, a woman who was being so docile beneath him mewling and crying for yet another release. You were already dripping with his seed and after tonight there would be no doubt that a child would soon form in that womb of yours.
The night was long and between the two of you, how hungry the two of you were for each other there would no doubt be no sleep for either of you. And you were correct. After suddenly shutting your eyes mid fuck you woke up with a start. Eyes shot open staring at the two glass double doors… foggy glass double doors? We’re you dreaming? There was absolutely no way he screwed you so much to the point where it was hotter in here than outside, where it was hot too.
The sun was barley touching the horizon indicating that it was finally morning. The relief you felt would have had anyone offended but not Namor. He understood you completely and even more so after last night. Slowly you started to sit up off your stomach feeling all the sweet aches good sex left, the satisfaction of feeling such aches made you want to snuggle back into your pillow no matter how hot it was in here.
Though maybe you should open the door, it was a little too hot. Sliding your legs off the side of your bed you attempted to get up but failed miserably. Your body almost crumpled to the floor after your first step but thankfully a thick tanned arm caught your middle before you fell. Slowly, you turned your head to face the owner of said arm and tried so hard not to stare at the fresh claw marks that decorated his perfect shoulders. Did… you do that?
He pulled you back into bed silently making you late naked over the covers as before. Hopefully one night was all that was needed to create life inside that womb of yours, he used your body just as you used his but for some reason he lingered at your bed side staring at you and looking over your face, shoulders and body. Was being naked strange to him? Or was he judging you? He’s done you countless of times and he still wasn’t used to it?
You opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it, “I apologize. I didn’t… mean to be so rough. I’ll come back in the evening and bring you some ointment for the bruises,”
His hand went out and touched a bruise by your hip, five reddish hues of fingers popped up at you making your eyes widened. Seeing the rest of your body you quickly sat up running tour own hands over the bruises, bite marks, hickeys all over your legs, thighs, waist and no doubt on her breasts too because you remember a new nips he gave you throughout the night
“I..I… you’re lucky I don’t work tonight,” Falling back against the mattress Namor stood and faced the balcony doors giving you a nice view of his back and by God was it a sight. He looked worse than you. Scratches, open scratches were clawed down his back. It looked like you were trying to cut the poor guy open! Instantly you wished you had ointment to apply it to him. But there really was no need, he’ll heal.
He made his way to the double doors and slid one door open. Instantly a nice gust of wind came in clearing the room of the heat and replacing it with a cooler one. The smell of the beach and sand greeted your nostrils making you close your eyes and smile. Memories of your days by the sea flashed through your mind and just as quickly disappeared.
“You should really see Talokan. You’d really enjoy-“
“The rules, Namor,” You had to remind yourself too that it was only one night. You broke the rules for one night and after that the rules will be back in place.
“I forgot it was a…rule of yours. I’ll visit again in the evening,” And with that he left through the glass door. You watched him walk above the sand with his winged feet, one you noticed sliced in half. He forgot to mention whatever happened to it. You wanted to so badly to see his home, to swim with people that were almost like her. But…you both agreed, you both shook on it that nothing more would come from this but a baby and even then you’ll give him what he wants and he’ll give you want you want.
Yet, you felt a hole in your chest thinking after nine months you’ll never get visits from him. Though he tried to be nice brining you foods you may like or even gifts, jewelry. It bothered you. He came bringing you gifts, made sure you were fine, mounted you when you were lubed up, once he was done made sure you were fine and left. That how it was every other day.
But last night. He moved in sync with your body like no man has ever done before. He said things that made you cry out from how good it sounded coming from his accented voice. Namor was never too loud, but never too quiet either. That man was perfect, too perfect.
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After taking a nap you decided it was about time you cleaned up the room a bit but first, a shower.
When you wobbled your way into the bathroom again you saw your awful reflection in the mirror making you gasp. It wasn't just how messy your hair was it was the marks. Hickeys, teeth marks, even small reddish purple hues of bruises forming around your neck were a clear indication that you definitely weren't innocent. How the hell were you going to hide this from the club? They'd scold you and deduct from your pay the performance you weren't able to make it to.
It was better not to think about it and just relax or try to given the circumstances. If you thought about it too long you'd come to realize something you prayed would never happen. But now that there was even a flicker of a thought of being more than just the woman who would be carrying his child and after the events of last night you weren't sure you'd be able to look at him the same or even look him in the eye.
You just hoped there would be a bun in the oven soon.
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He didn't come see you that night. Instead of him giving you the ointment it was little mommy fish man Attuma who handed you the ointment. And everyday after that he never came to see you. It was strange, he came every other day so not seeing him for a few days was perfectly fine but this... was a tad much.
Days turned into weeks and in those weeks you took another test, this time you had the satisfaction of seeing a little plus sign on the white little screen. You felt relived, nervous, satisfied but you felt afraid. Without Namor here to handle the rest of this pregnancy it was up to you until he returned and you didn't know when that would be. Attuma was vague when you asked about Namors whereabouts telling you that he was taking care of a few things outside of Talokan.
And everyday Attuma came to check on you it was the same answer every time until you grew tired and stopped asking, you even stopped answering him after a while.
Then a month passed. And the baby within your stomach grew, not too big but big enough that you truly noticed. The only people who only knew of your status were Attuma and Namors cousin, who surprised you by barring gifts of fruit a few weeks ago that you happily devoured that night.
But you still felt that emptiness. Sure you had a companion now who didn't talk back and got you sick most of the time like now, but it was better than nothing.
Currently, you were kneeling by the toilet bowl resting your head on the seat while flushing down its contents. You couldn't stop vomiting's what little you had in your stomach for what seemed like days to you. Was this normal?
This was all his fault, he made you like this, " God, I hate him so much. One day I'm going to hang him from a line and watch him fry in the sun," You muttered tiredly. The image brought you great joy while seething in nausea.
"That would hurt, but it wouldn't kill me if that's what you were hoping for," That voice. Lifting you head you quickly turned to face the bathroom door with with red brimmed teary eyes you could have sobbed. Namor stood in normal day to day casual clothing, shirt, pants, shoes, and a cap that covered the tips of his pointed ears.
Instead of getting up and greeting him you sneered at him and went back to resting your head back on the toilet seat. Screw him! He left you behind to fend for yourself, why should you greet him?
"I hate you." You said it plainly. " You ruined my sleep, my mornings and my stomach,"
Namor expected this. Her first pregnancy and her first trimester. He took slow careful steps towards the pregnant woman as if afraid you'd explode if he moved too quickly and when he was close enough he went into a crouch beside you. Slowly he raised his hand and placed it carefully on your back. The small touch had you craving more of it, the warmth, the kindness of just one small touch had tears swelling in your eyes. But you still didn't move.
"Where were you?" It was soft, quiet.
No response. " Give me an answer or I swear I'll throw up all over you,"
He shifted a bit and took his hand away resting both arms on his knees," Out. I was out preparing a few things for the coming of the baby and for...you."
For you? Now you decided to turn around and give him a confusing look. He only looked at you with those soft eyes. You looked tired, sad, angry. It wasn't pity that he felt, certainly not that, it was something else entirely.
Beautiful and lovely you were not.
Being a surrogate wasn't as fun as you had though tit would be. Just get pregnant and pop the thing out and hand it off to the fishman so you can get your vibranium and leave. This sucked. And he knew it too.
You forced a sarcastic smile while brushing your messy hair back, " Motherhood suits me huh?"
Namor was no fool. He knew you weren't meant to be a mother and he made his choice clear in the beginning that you were just going to carry his child and after its birth no mother should be found because she would behalf way across the world enjoying her spoils. But after the month he's been away Attumas reports on you have been... strange. Cleaner, eating better, cooking more home foods and you've stopped working at the club completely. He would never admit he would sometimes come late into the night to watch how you were doing. He'd watch you as close as he could get by sea, seeing how you looked at yourself in the mirror talking to no one but the tiniest bump on your lower belly. Caressing it with care. You looked absolutely ravishing.
"No, it doesn't suit you."
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How could you be so blind? - Final Chapter
Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Blind!Reader
Summary: Aemond sees you as the most beautiful woman in the world but you can't see that. (sorry I suck at summaries.)
Warnings: a LOT of fluff
Words: 1k
A/n: English is not my first language.
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Part IV
“Normally, I would trust you when you say you have a surprise for me.” You say while playing softly with the hem of your dress. “But we have been driving almost for two hours and you have yet to tell me where we are going. I’m starting to think you are gonna kill me somewhere.”
Aemond laugh and puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you where are we going, right?” He hums. “Don’t worry, love. We are almost there.”
It’s been almost six months since you and Aemond started dating. You both wanted to take things slow and be careful in public, not wanting to get the attention of the paparazzi.
You told him you didn’t want to be a part of his famous world just yet, finding it suffocating to be under so much pressure from a higher-class society gaze. Aemond agreed quickly, understanding your feelings about his way of life completely.
The only people knew about you two was Helaena, who couldn’t stop jumping in excitement. She is overjoyed to finally see her brother happy and that you are the source of that happiness. Cregan wasn’t surprised at all, saying that how Aemond followed you like a puppy made it evident that you two would end up together.
You still can’t believe that you were with Aemond. The sexiest, most powerful man in the world. He is almost desired by all women and men. Every time you go shopping with him, there’s always a giggling mess of a girl asking for an autograph.
Sometimes you think that you might not be good enough for him since having a blind partner might not be a perfect perk to have.
But every time Aemond notices your dark thoughts, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. Filling your face with sweet kisses and murmuring how lucky he is to have you, that nothing in the world could make him happy as you did.
You feel the car come to a stop, Knight letting out a bark while he scratches his large paws against the window. Cleary excited to finally go outside.
“Hey, buddy! Don’t ruin my car windows!” Aemond huffs, trying not to laugh when Knight gives him a side-eye.
He walks out of the car, helping you get out before opening the door for Knight to get out. The massive dog starts running around, howling happily.
A smile forms on your lips as you hear Knight having the time of his life. The smell of pines and fresh earth's scent hovered around you.
“Wait! Are we in the countryside?” You were vibrating from excitement. You loved the countryside, it was your dream to buy a cute little house and live there peacefully. To grow your own little garden.
Aemond grabs your hand and leads you into the house. “Hmm yes. I just bought this cottage, knowing you love peaceful places.”
“Please tell me you just didn’t buy this house cause of me?!” You asked.
“Hmm maybe....” He laughs.
You huff and punch his arm gently. “You know I hate when you buy expensive stuff cause of me.”
He pulls you to him, his hot breath fanning against your face. “You deserve everything I can buy for you, Y/n. I can even buy the moon for you.” He kisses you softly, humming lightly against your soft lips.
You giggle into the kiss, making him smile. “I doubt you could buy the moon, Aem.”
He raises his eyebrow and kisses your nose. “Are you challenging me, my love?”
Your laugh stops when you hear his serious tone, knowing fully well that he might buy the fucking moon for you.
“Don’t you dare, Aemond Targaryen!” you warn.
Aemond turns and opens the door, letting you both walk inside the lovely cottage. “Oh my... My full name, that only means trouble.”
You gave him a silly face and began to walk around, Knight always beside you. Making sure you don’t hurt yourself.
The smell of fresh wood hovered the air as you explore the place. You carefully touch every piece of furniture in the house, and notice that they have some rustic details with a little bit of modern features.
Aemond lights the fireplace and begins to prepare dinner while you sit on the sofa by the fireplace.
“How long we will be here?” you asked as you pet Knight’s head.
“Only during this weekend.” He says as he grabs two cups of wine and walks to you, letting the food cool down a little. “But... we could stay here forever...”
You tilted your head in confusion. “Forever?”
“I-I... What I mean...” Aemond couldn’t stop shuttering, his palms are sweaty from the anxiety of what he will ask you. “What I'm saying is that we could move here together.”
You two stay silent for a while.
You were too stunned to speak. Of course, you are excited about his proposal but at the same time, you think it might be a little early to move in together. You are just scared that he might get frustrated living with a blind person. That he will realize you will be a burden to him.
“You are finishing your studies this year and I'm going to start to working at home so I thought we might...” He looks at you with his eye full of hope. “I know you are having those thoughts and no. I won’t get tired of you if we live together... I-I'm just tired of leaving you every night or day to go to my home. I always feel so empty when I get to my apartment after being with you. I just want to wake up every day with you in my arms. To see your beautiful smile first thing in the morning.”
You take a deep breath and take his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly. This next step scares you deeply and you still think that it's still early but... he’s right. It kills you every time he goes home after a date, you just want to stay with him forever.
“I-I want it... I want to live with you.” You murmur.
“Really?” He cups your jaw, caressing gently your cheek. “Do you really mean it?”
You nod, and tears start to prickle the corner of your eyes. “Yes! I really mean it!”
He crashes his lips against yours, pouring all his love into the kiss. A soft moan escaped from you, letting him push his warm tongue into your mouth.
You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap, your fingers playing with his soft locks.
He pulls back, both of your lips swollen and red from the passionate kiss. “God... I love you so much.”
You blush furiously at his words, his deep voice always makes a mess of you. “I love you too... To the moon and back.”
He smirks as he gives you another deep kiss. “That much huh?... Maybe I really should buy you the moon.”
You bite his lips gently, making him moan loudly. “I swear to God, Aemond. If you buy the moon, I will go back to my apartment.”
“Only if I let you, sweet girl.” He pulls you into another kiss, laying down on the sofa with you on top of him.
“Food?” You asked between kisses.
He moves his hands down your waist to your thighs, squeezing them gently. “Food can wait.”
Oh boy... It will be a long night.
So here's the last chapter!! I hope you guys like it!
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Jesus motherforking shirtballs
Or: I am asking every business journalist to take one (1) gender studies class before I tear my hair out.
This interview came across my dash and it's a lot of fun, particularly Apo's "dad joke" actually being a hilariously cringey pickup line, but one aside by the writer made me wince.
ASDKHGKJ. This is not the first time I've seen an article about BL or gay romance in general speculate that the reason female audiences enjoy gay male romance is because there are no other threatening, icky girls on screen. I find this exceedingly irritating and misogynistic and I'm gonna rant about it.
Now, look. Maybe there are women-identifying people out there watching mlm romance because they are threatened by beautiful actresses. Maybe. I haven't met every woman in the world. But this reasoning is, in my opinion, some male-gaze bullshit and needs to be smacked down. A non-exhaustive list of reasons to like mlm romance that AREN'T based on some weird idea of female competitiveness and insecurity:
1. Queer people... exist?
Look, the LGBTQ+ community alone isn't the reason KP had huge international success. Just numbers-wise, it was probably watched by more straight people than not. But ignoring that audience makes absolutely no sense, especially because sexuality is fluid and many viewers interested in LGBTQ+ media may be uncertain/exploring. Cultural anthropologist Thomas Baudinette has talked about how many "straight women" exploring BL turned out not to be so straight. It's a thing. (Here on Tumblr the LGBTQ+ audience is THE thing, but there's a lot of selection bias here, obviously.)
2. A good romance is a good romance
In my personal (and admittedly limited) experience, cishet men have a hard time grasping this, but give me a good, swoony romance and IDGAF about the genders involved. I've noticed this is very common among my female-identifying and nonbinary friends, regardless of their sexual attractions in real life. Good chemistry is good chemistry, a good story is a good story, and honestly it's kinda insulting to silo LGBTQ+ romance off as something you need a particular reason to watch, if you're someone who likes watching romance.
3. Female gaze
Look. Mile and Apo are blisteringly hot individuals. It's interesting this article mentions the action sequences and not the inherent appeal of, say, these two humans exploring each other's bodies in front of God and Deutsche Bank:
Perhaps it's a family publication.
But to get a little more thinky about horniness: If you're a female-identifying person interested in men, it can be a tough slog out there. I'm coming from a western perspective, where romance is looked down upon in general. (Asian media seems more willing to look at the romance audience and go "hmm... $$$!" instead of "ugh, girl stuff.") And even when you get romance-driven stories, the male gaze is fucking ubiquitious. I remember having my mind blown some years ago by Outlander -- a show I did not make it through otherwise -- because the wedding episode in the first season has a sex scene in which the camera lingers on the male lead's face. That is some female gaze shit that you just do not see. I just spent a couple minutes checking in with the sex scenes in Bridgerton, probably the biggest romance-genre hit in the U.S. in some time, made explicitely for a female audience in mind, and even there, the camera spends FAR more time on the female leads' faces in sex scenes. Presumably the idea is that the female viewing audience will be inserting themselves into the scene and imagining her pleasure as their own, but ... show me a man's O-face, you cowards.
KP (and BL in general) does that.
I mean, quite literally. But also figuratively - men are posited as objects of desire, and the viewer is the agent desiring them. Taking a straight female as our theoretical viewer: We're so, so socialized to see females as the objects of desire and men as the agents of desire that even media made with straight women in mind parks the camera on the female lead. BL turns that on its head. The female viewer isn't watching a stand-in for herself being desired. She's actively desiring.
I hope it's clear that this is miles away from "other girls are threatening." It's about being the one with agency for once.
4. Removal of the burden of one gajillion years of patriarchical bullshit
This is like a trauma response or some shit, istg, but sometimes it's nice to watch a romance not weighed down by 300,000 years of hetero gender relations. How many times have we seen a female character who is just a male fantasy or who starts out great but gets ruined by bad writing and it's like... fuck. Someone has probably written about this a lot more eloquently and intelligently than me, but sometimes it's just like, geez. Leave women out of it. Let us rest.
I'm joking a bit, and this entirely elides the fact that non-het relationships can be just as abusive and problematic as a het relationship out there in the real world, but in the realm of fantasy I do think there's an appeal to stripping away at least part of the gender discourse. Especially for a fully escapist show like KP -- personally, I love a good female character, but I did not have any problem with the dearth of them in that series. Don't make me worry, even subconsciously, about the mafia's maternity leave policy, okay??
Contrary to idea that the mlm aspects save some sort of self-insert space for me in that romance, I as a woman-identified person did not want to be anywhere NEAR that hot mess. I wanted a world that touched on exactly zero of my real-life concerns.
Ok, maybe one real-world concern: How to find a small animal vet at an inconvenient hour.
Anyway, like I said at the start, I can't possibly explain everyone's motivations for watching KP or BL or anything, really. The world is a rich tapestry and sexuality is not a simple binary. But boiling it all down to, "women are insecure" ain't it and I would love to see that explanation permanently retired from casual use.
EDIT: I forgot the link to the original article.
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It's ramble time because I started another playthrough of cyberpunk and have some Thoughts.
(Spoilers probably)
So I said in a previous post that I don't think Kerry is dating V just because Johnny's in his head, and I still believe that. However, I was also under the impression Johnny was a womanizer and way straight. However, now that they've fixed it so that what Johnny says is effected by your approval with him, Johnny's said some ... things. Things that make me think:
He's jealous of Kerry and V's relationship.
If you have high approval when Johnny gives you the quest Holdin' On, you can ask him why he and Kerry were always at odds. Johnny says something to the effect of: "Kerry could never decide if he wanted to fuck me or kick me out of the band. Problem was he has a dick, so I wasn't interested."
Now in my last 2.0 playthrough, my choices at the end of Phantom Liberty locked me into a low approval with Johnny that I couldn't come back from. With low approval, if you ask him in V's apartment if he's ok with you sleeping with Kerry, Johnny says (paraphrasing): "Sleeping with? He fucked you once. Don't get used to it."
However, with high approval he says: "Yeah. Kind of ironic, Kerry was always trying to get into bed with me and I guess he finally got what he wanted thanks to you."
V responds to this with: "You know, it's not always about you. Thought ever cross your mind?" And Johnny gives a snarky remark.
With low approval, Johnny is very defensive about Kerry sleeping with V. He and Kerry were friends, good friends, but even Johnny admits (while at his grave) that he never let anyone get too close to him. Kerry probably knew him second best after Alt, but how much of that was Johnny truly opening up, verses forced proximity? I really don't feel like Johnny is the type to be all "what are your intentions with my boy?" any time Kerry got a new boyfriend.
With high approval, Johnny still manages to make it about himself (as always), but for some reason his tone of voice sounds like he's not joking, he's genuinely thinking about whether this counts as him having fucked Kerry.
Now this leads me to ask: was it Johnny who had the crush on Kerry, and not the other way around? He brings it up all the time while you're doing Kerry's missions, but after Rebel Rebel, Kerry doesn't talk about Johnny unless you ask. None of the options when you talk to him at home mention Johnny, on the boat when he talks about Samurai, he doesn't bring up Johnny, and when he talks about starting a new chapter in his life you can ask "does this have anything to do with Johnny?" he says No very confidently, then takes a second to think and realize that none of this "rebirth" would have happened without V and Johnny. But (at least to me) he doesn't seem to consider Johnny part of his life anymore.
I think Johnny HATES that. I think Johnny always saw himself as hot shit and the most desirable man on the planet, and the idea that a gay man didn't want him drives him crazy. If Kerry were straight then of course he wouldn't fall victim to Johnny's charms.
If Kerry were bi (see my previous post if you wanna know my feelings on Kerry's sexuality in game vs in lore) then Johnny would have been able to convince himself Kerry just liked women more than men.
But he's not. Kerry's gay and somehow didn't want to ride Johnny seven ways to Sunday.
I don't know if that makes Johnny bi or not, but I really feel that Kerry wasn't the one who wanted to get into bed with Johnny, it was always the other way around.
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I'm not convinced by this next part, but here's some tentative evidence to the contrary, if you wanna play devil's advocate:
In Kerry's sex scene, we see he likes something a little rough, and in some texts he mentions that he gets turned on when V is short with him (mainly thinking of the text convo you get if you start Phantom Liberty already dating Kerry).
Maybe Kerry likes when people play hard-to-get and ignore him, maybe he's got a bit of a humiliation kink going on, and maybe he got turned on by the way Johnny was always mean to him.
I feel like that's stretching things tho, we don't have a lot of evidence for that, just a text that was added after the initial release of the game, and a single slap in a cut scene.
Another thing to mention because I feel like I can't NOT mention it: why the fuck does Kerry look DIRECTLY into Johnny's eyes as he gets head from a fan on the stairs??? That kinda throws a curve ball into all of this and I'm not sure what to make of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Beidou vs the former Geo Archon
A/n: this was made because of a joke i saw and now i think its so so fucking funny pls don’t get mad. Also this is very rushed so its not the best
Summary: you the actual reincarnation of Guizhong is lead astray by your homosexual desires for the Captain of the Crux Fleet
To say you were in a pickle is a understatement. You recently regained your memories of a past life as the goddess Guizhong who once ruled the Guli Assembly with Rex Lapis, while you remember your fond memories with him however… he’s quite different now. Zhongli is quite different than he used to be. Far from the stoic war god of contracts is a softer more fatherly man. You watched him guide and teach the youth of Liyue with a fondness but never the courage to actually approach him. How does one simply approach a guy and introduce themselves like that?
Besides.. you aren’t quite like your former self. You have her memories sure but you have far different tastes…Sailing alongside the glorious Captian Beidou of the Crux Fleet. Slayer of Heishan, and uncrowned queen of the seas. Perhaps you always liked the danger that came with people like her or Morax. Now that he’s more domestic and soft he seems less exciting than someone like Beidou perhaps? Or maybe its just her boldness and courage. She has the muscles of a god surely. Her thighs could crush your skull if she wanted too. How could you ever pass her up? Morax was hot sure, but Beidou is a passionate and expressive woman. Her face is hardly ever stoic and she carries a air of warmth and enthusiasm. You never feel frightened in her presence or intimidated.
Zhongli is handsome too. He is well dressed and well spoken, he’s calm and collected. He’s the perfect husband… but maybe you don’t want to settle for a boring domestic life. Maybe you want the adventure and the thrill side by side with your captain? You’re not immortal anymore, why not enjoy your mortality with thrilling adventures and stories to make?
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They didn't know we were seeds
Chapter 6
Cw: sex trafficking, prostitution, allusions to child sexual assault
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Eva knows he’s staring even as he tries to hide it.
Jack hasn’t spoken to her in the week leading up to the games and given that he’s on 2 and she on 10, their paths hardly cross until the big event begins.
Then they are shown to the grand hall where the games are viewed, where you schmooze sponsors who pay good money to be in the room and mingle with other mentors. It’s the first night of the games, all the big people are here, and attendance is mandatory.
Jack’s tributes have both made it to the career pack even if the boy isn’t strong enough to wrest control from the girl from 1. Eva’s lost the girl, Silvia, to blood loss, but Matty has made like a thief and gotten himself safe and in possession of a hatchet.
Matty is eighteen, has been working at a butcher shop since he was old enough to hold a knife and has been taking out tesserae since his dad was executed for cattle theft and poaching when he was thirteen.
She continues buttering up her favorite sponsor to convince him to sponsor him, hoping to get him into the finalists at least. Luca will do it, and she will pay for it the same way she paid for it four years ago: by fucking him.
Luca had paid an exorbitant fee for the honor of being her first, and while Eva would’ve never done that sort of work in a million years, there were worst candidates and becoming another cautionary tale like Haymitch made him incredibly desirable.
He was, as the Capitol tabloids called it, her sugar daddy. 16 years older than her with a penis that would shame a horse and controls the Capitol’s underworld and the very legal gambling dens.
Well, until he runs out of money or falls out of favor with Snow who chooses her customers and everyone else’s. Luca was her second client because his dear old dad kicked the bucket, and he did Snow’s dirty work for a price: his pick of the litter.
Besides, he could be worse and forced monogamy was easier than what some did to the others.
Enobaria from after her games had not fared as good as she did and after discovering that her filed teeth made her repulsive to these people, she went all out on it until she was taken out of the list. Cashmere, who won after her brother two games ago, had to pretend she was enjoying having men and women pawing at her and her brother and Finnick Odair wasn’t even allowed to wait until his dreaded 18th nameday going by the way the biggest donor leers at the fifteen-year-old boy.
The arena never ends, if Jack knew how right his words were, he would’ve never said them.
“Long time, no see, stranger.” Eva doesn’t mean to flirt, but it has become second nature to her these days. Just an angle she plays, the mysterious and sexy woman who needs a big strong man to satisfy her.
“You’ve become quite the whore since I last saw you.” He is blunt, a thing people attribute to his upbringing and not the torture inflicted upon him by the Capitol…or his mother’s slightly treasonous views.
“Your mentor never told you what happens to the pretty ones, didn’t he?” It sickens her, sometimes, to see what the Capitol made of her and hearing it from Jack stings.
Brutus pretends not to know because to say that he turns a blind eye when his former tributes are pimped out to pay for the games and other favors the president needs is as bad as doing the raping himself. And because he keeps his mouth shut and everyone knows he’s got the biggest crop of hot teenagers in his keep, they let him be.
Jack was spared because Lyme refused to let him join as a mentor claiming he was unstable after Laurie’s death, or so Eva heard. Except Lyme had to fold her hands and step away when Enobaria almost bit a client’s dick clean off last year and Snow demanded him to be put on the list.
Now Jack’s being put on the platter for deranged people who recapture their youth by stealing theirs. Eva hates how the women look at him, even worse, how some look at the two of them standing here together.
“That explains how they can afford it all.” Jack hides his disgust with a sip of his high-end whiskey. “Am I unattractive enough to be spared, Miss. Smith?”
He is flirting right back. Eva supposed time does heal all wounds going by the way Jack leans in close enough for him to smell his expensive cologne mingled with the whiskey. He’s still a dead ringer for his dad, and he’s outgrown the last of the softness of his teenage years making him rather striking leaving some of his resemblance to the boy she murdered behind him.
His confidence and envied pedigree make him almost as desirable as Cashmere and Gloss these days. He could drive the attention away from Finnick if he takes one for the team, let the kid turn sixteen at least. Some victors stick together to make this hell bearable, but others refuse to even give you a heads-up out of self-preservation.
Too soon to tell with Jack.
“Nope. Even if you were, your pedigree would make you as irresistible as poor Finnick over there.” She is honest with him just as he is with her and to keep the façade of flirtation going, she takes his whiskey with a wink. “You are trapped in this hell with me, pretty boy.”
“Laurie would’ve hated this.” He says quietly as grief gets a hold of his heart and gives it a good squeeze.
“Yeah, he would have.” Eva sobers up and drops the mask completely. The dark-haired woman gives him a genuine look of sympathy and a comforting hand on his arm.
He doesn’t flinch away as she expected.
“Do you think I’d be able to get the hag eying the little boy with my good looks?” he asks not hiding his disgust at the woman harassing 15-year-old Finnick all evening.
“You don’t have to, Jack.” Eva points out wondering if Laurie’s protective nature was something he and Jack shared too.
“We’re all trapped in this hell together, Evie. Besides Laurie would do the same if he was here.” Jack steels himself and offers her his arm as they scare the vultures off the youngest victor in known history.
It was never in his plans to seek her out.
Jack had promised himself to ignore her and do his job and yet he’s here sharing a cigarette after his first taste of the true burdens of being a victor.
He's practically raw from the scrubbing and essentially trying to power wash the sensation of shame and disgust he’s felt since he spoke to the old bat.
“Luca is not so bad, actually. He’s very possessive about his toys which keeps me off the table these past years.” Eva sports a gaudy and pricy diamond chocker she’s referring to as a dog collar and seems to have gotten past the initial stages of this new life.
Her strategy at the arena has worked here too, everyone knew what Changretta was capable of and even Snow seemed to fear his displeasure. No one dared to make a move on the sexy district 10 mentor even when he wasn’t around.
“I’m sorry I called you a whore.” Jack apologized for his initial assumption. Never in his life had he considered there is a punishment for winning the games. Well aside from the trauma that comes from being a tribute and then the kin of one.
“Whore, murderer, pet. Doesn’t faze me anymore, Jackie darling” she says imitating the grating voice the woman had after they succeeded in prying her off the boy. “But thanks anyways.”
She is nice underneath the mask she wears around the Capitol people; he has to admit. No longer the fragile shell of a girl he met during the victory tour, but still broken like all of them are.
“My real talent is woodwork, actually. Built myself a whole cabin in the woods with all the amenities.” Jack doesn’t know why he shares that with her when everyone else is told he likes hiking. “I also fix up cars for the hell of it now that I’m done.”
She smiles, “I make medicine, learned midwifery and bribed a medic to teach me the rest I didn’t know. I don’t like sitting still either.”
They were more than just pretty Capitol slaves; he thinks bitterly as he took a drag of her fancy cigarette before giving it back to her. These were hard to come by even in Two, and Eva was given all the contraband her heart asked for as long as she played the whore for her protector.
“Allies?” He asks knowing Eva won’t stab him in the back, in this arena at least.
“Allies.” Eva agrees, taking back her cigarette and adding quietly as if to herself, “You fix things, I fix people. Quite a team we make.”
Somehow, he finds himself in bed with her on the fifth night of the games.
She killed his brother, he tried to kill her and yet when Luca nuzzled and kissed Eva like he owned her, Jack wanted nothing more than to square up with the mobster.
So he waited to corner Eva at the elevator and kissed her like he wanted her. He did, in a fucked up way he wanted her, he had to admit.
“He will kill you.” Eva warns but doesn’t push him away. She wants him too. “He doesn’t like sharing his whores.”
“You’re not a whore, you’re not his, Evie.” Jack wasn’t afraid of Luca and tore off the diamonds from her neck to prove it.
It was worth the risk he thinks, see how far Luca’s power truly extends. He can’t kill a victor, especially one so publically adored like either of them.
“Jealousy is a good color on you, Jack.” She chuckles and kisses him back as hungry as he is for her.
There are no rules about fraternizing with a fellow mentor and even if there were neither care about following them.
Eva’s tribute is the only one to survive an arena event and becomes the winner of the 66th Hunger Games.
“See you in November.” He says as he kisses her goodbye.
What a pair they make, the victor who’s brother died in the games and the victor who killed him.
#evacore#jack nelson fanfic#they didn't know we were seeds#hunger games au#peaky blinders fanfiction#luca changretta
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The Arrangement, pt.1
He wanted to take me away to a resort, it was an arrangement: he would cum in my unprotected pussy every day for a week, and I would not take plan B. He was aware I’m not on birth control. I’ve been on testosterone for so many years and I knew, even If I played along with his fantasy, the chances of pregnancy are quite low. I thought this was gonna be some reckless, albeit harmless fun.
He had everything planned, he said he’d take care of all the financials, I wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. He would ‘take care of me.” His promises allured me, I’ve never been taken care of before. I’ve never been taken before on a holiday like this, I’ve never had a stable partner who was this dependable. I asked him why he chose me and not a woman - he said he’s been mostly with men, and doing this with a woman wouldn’t be as hot.
The agreement was that he would only start fucking me when we land and get to our resort room. We were at the airport, when he noticed my anxiety. I told him that airports make me nervous, and that I have a slight fear of flying. So he held my hand to comfort me, and when we were walking towards a quiet area, he held me closer to him, his hands going up and down my back, and sliding briefly to squeeze my ass. I felt slight arousal and wetness in my pussy. So I let him lead me to the empty toilets.
He cornered me into one of the stalls, squeezed my body with his to the wall, his hungry lips devouring my mouth and neck, he whispered, “I’ve never been with a boy this hot before.” I bit my lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he was big and strong and could lift me without much effort. His hands were all over my body, caressing my back, buttocks and chest, his tongue in my mouth, I felt his hard cock through his pants, his big muscular arms squeezed me tightly pushing my buttocks into his hips so he could rub his member into my groin. I let out a whimper, and said, “that’s enough, baby.” I tried to put my feet back on the floor and push him away, he let me down, and stood there panting, his eyes darkened with deep desire, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slightly open, he looked at me with a penetrating gaze, the intensity of his lust intimidated me - and I was on my way out.
He grabbed me hard, I said, “no, stop.” but he didn’t, he flipped me around, bend me over the toilet, pulling my pants down, I kept trying to free myself from his grip, I wasn’t sure I was ready to get fucked. I whimpered, “please don’t.” I felt him lean forward, his body resting over mine, he breathed into my neck, his exhale burning me, and said, “don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you, I just wanna make you mine.” I felt his huge cock invade my vulnerable, unprotected, dripping wet pussy. He proceeded to thrust, deep, intent thrusts. His member didn’t lack girth nor length. To my own embarrassment, I started to moan with pleasure, his cock was deep into my cervix and I was losing all the control I thought I had. I tried to protest, between cries of absolute pleasure, “ahh, no, stop, that’s not the agreement”. His thrusts would get more rough and vigorous. Deeper and deeper, I felt a burning in my womb, I kept saying, “you can’t cum inside me yet. Please pull out. I don’t wanna get pregnant.” and I realized that this was really happening.
I hoped that by the time we arrive at our destination, he’d be persuaded not to carry out his plan, and I’d still get a nice vacation and some safe fucking out of this. But I was wrong. It was the first time ever a man came inside me. the moment I felt him grunt, squeeze my buttocks, and push even deeper into my cervix, I realized it was too late, I took all his load inside me, I felt an overwhelming warmth invading my hungry pussy, he was cumming for what felt like an eternity, ropes of his fertile seed coating my unprotected womb. He put his hand on my lower belly; with the other he put a plug in my pussy and kissed my neck, whispering, “I’m going to knock you up.” I laughed, out of breath, “No you won’t.”
#ftm breeding#ftm pregnancy#ftm sub#ftm bottom#trans pregnancy#mpregnancy#mpreg#mpreg belly#mpreg kink#ftm cnc#transpreg#ftmpreg#ftmbelly#pregnant ftm#the arrangement
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Deconstructing the Redpill Romantic Ideology #1: Replika is not worthy competition
(i dont actually know if thisll be a series but what i do know is i have essay-level thoughts about a specific brand of redpiller and their hot takes on how romance works and a gang of professional snarkers started begging me to make a blog, which made me realize I already have a blog)
you've seen takes like these and you probably don't need an essay to understand why it's deeply silly.
However, I'm not satisfied with saying "this is deeply silly" and leaving it at that, because the degree and level to which it is deeply silly and yet is a position sincerely held by multiple otherwise probably-fairly-educated-and-intelligent-humans indicates how much a very narrow view of human sexuality has embedded itself inside the human psyche, because takes like these are not only wrong, the mere premise they're built on is utterly fallacious.
so let's explore that premise!
On the surface it's a very simple argument:
AI is getting smarter, robots are getting more realistic, sex work is the oldest profession, and it can be automated. If a robot is a more ideal partner than a human woman, then men will choose the robots over human women, and without these man/woman partnerships, society will collapse and the birth rate will plummet.
but if we dig deeper into this argument, there's a few more premises here than are explicitly stated. you might THINK this is a simple argument because explicit and clearly-stated premises like "AI is getting smarter" and "sex work can be automated" are actually not fallacious. that makes sense, but here's the problem:
"If a robot is a more ideal partner than a human woman, then men will choose the robots over human women"
"without these man/woman partnerships, society will collapse and the birth rate will plummet."
these two statements are assuming a LOT. I don't care to talk about birth rates and reproduction (BLEH), so let's focus on what that first one is assuming to be true. I'll lay it out right now. If what the doomsayers claim is true, and the advent of deeply realistic sex robots and girlfriend AIs will lead men to choose sex robots and girlfriend AIs over women, then the following must also be true:
a) the only romantic or sexual competition women have at the moment is other women
b) the sexual desire of women is either totally absent, or irrelevant to this issue
c) when someone chooses a partner, they will only choose one
d) human beings are perfectly capable of assessing who would be an ideal partner for them
e) human beings actively choose who to be sexually and romantically attracted to, and they always make this decision after a careful analysis of every option in front of them.
f) men want perfect partners
g) companionship and sex are the primary benefits to having a romantic partner, and "companionship" can be replicated with a machine that engages in private one-on-one conversations.
and believe me when I tell you NONE OF THIS IS UNIVERSALLY TRUE.
actually you don't even need to just take my word for it, bcs this is a deranged rant and I'm gonna break it all down. because the level of which these people don't understand is fascinating and I feel like it demonstrated the power of this heteronormative mind trap that most of the world is somehow still caught in!
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a) the sexual desire of women is either totally absent, or irrelevant to this issue
this is, I think, the most obvious issue with the premise that people will notice. "hey, women are horny too?" and i think most people also see how this demonstrates the background radiation of blatant misogyny that's constantly permeating these arguments. Bcs come the fuck on, do you not think women are people, or something? they have choices too, they don't just accept shit. they could also replace men with robots if they wanted to.
"okay but this doesn't change anything. you've just demonstrated that the robot threat is still present, it's just working both ways" yeah no, fair enough! But now let's talk about...
b) the only romantic or sexual competition women have at the moment is other women (for the non-gendered version of this, swap out "women" for "people")
this is utterly laughable.
women are most certainly not the only romantic competition of other women. For starters, this assumes exclusive heterosexuality, and gay people exist. bi people exist. sometimes a woman's competition is a man, sometimes a man's competition is a woman. If we start talking about nonbinary people, we're gonna be here forever.
some are ace and don't have romantic or sexual competition at all, because they don't even want to compete!
But of course you could argue that queer people are a minority so this statement still stands for the vast majority of people. even if it didn't, we're still looking at a situation where the only romantic and sexual competition people have is other people.
and uh,
no.
come on, we're on the internet. here's a short list of things that have at least slightly substituted for romantic and sexual contact for like, MOST people:
fictional characters, sex toys, pornography, sex workers, dating sims, self-insert fanfiction, and unhealthy parasocial crushes on celebrities.
there's also other secondary benefits to having a partner that can be readily substituted with things that aren't romantic or sexual, such as:
really close friendships, pets, dolls, plushies, plants, virtual pets, more parasocial relationships, and family members.
there's a lot of fucking competition out there when it comes to something assessing whether or not they actually need your services as a romantic partner. Shockingly, this has not destroyed society, and the institution of marriage has not been systematically dismantled by beatlemania, Sasuke Uchiha, playboy magazine, strip clubs, BDSM clubs, the concept of a 'waifu', the entire romance novel industry, self-insert fanfiction, queerplatonic partnerships, glory holes, cat ladies, plant mamas, HuniePop, adults with stuffed animal collections, RealDolls, or your really sweet grandma who's always there for you.
so forgive me if I'm skeptical of the idea that a realistic ai-powered sex doll is going to take the dating world by storm, because this is already a hotly competitive field where many niches have already been filled. What can this sexbot offer that isn't just a slight improvement to the girlfriend-replacers already on the market? seriously.
but also, the entire concept of conceiving of the process of human mate selection like a marketplace is full of problematic assumptions. for starters...
c) when someone chooses a partner, they will only choose one
"not everyone's polyamorous, gaby" THIS ISN'T ABOUT POLYAMORY, HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED THE LEVEL OF INFIDELITY THAT HAPPENS IN NORMAL SOCIETY WITH NORMAL PEOPLE?
people get hella greedy. Even if we take the most stereotypical average guy and put him in this hypothetical situation where he's picking between perfect robot and imperfect human woman, why are we assuming he won't fuck them both? let's not be fucking naiive.
honestly, given how men and women treat their fictional crushes when they simultaneously have actual real life partners, even a faithful monogamous man will probably consider the sex doll with the same level of romantic commitment as his gf considers her vibrator: "eh, when the bae isn't around".
and while we're deconstructing the perception of human mate-selection as a marketplace of romance, let's talk about the classic problem of idealized market economics:
d) human beings are perfectly capable of assessing who would be an ideal partner for them
most folks get easily tricked into buying inferior products, so why are we so confident in the assertion that people will actually understand what an ideal romantic partner looks like? also consider how little information we tend to have on the "product" we are "buying".
people fall for abusive relationships much like they fall for scams: they're ill-informed on both the product and their best interests, they're subjected to manipulative communication strategies, their judgement may be impaired by internal or external sources, and then they're pressured into hasty decisions.
and unless sexbot companies get really fucking aggressive with their marketing, I'm not sure they'll be able to compete with your average toxic person.
"but Gaby, that's a really dystopian situation you're describing. in fact, it's more dystopian than what the sexbot doomsayers are predicting" YES, IT IS! in fact, if this was the only flaw of the premise, I would actively be speaking out against the development of sexbots, specifically because I'm aware of how insidious marketing is at convincing you that an inferior product is top of the line. honestly the fact that you're not considering the factor of deception and abuse in this situation shows that you need to get back to the books and get a better perspective on what human romance and sexuality truly entails beyond idealized formulaic scenarios.
but also... there's a way more fundamental assumption we're making with all of this:
e) human beings actively choose who to be sexually and romantically attracted to, and they always make this decision after a careful analysis of every option in front of them.
the more you think about this one, the more baffling it is.
Read that sentence again. visualize what it's describing. does that feel true to you? does that look like human behavior? does that at all align with what you've seen happening in the world?
Do I... really need to explain to you that people very rarely choose to fall in love, that love is sudden, seemingly arbitrary, illogical, subjected to raw whim, and scarcely understood? You... you already know that.
You've grown up reading this, watching this, hearing about this, feeling it. You know that the decision to love someone isn't
so... how exactly can the world of human romance ever be even remotely like a marketplace? the analogy is completely broken at even the most basic level, so why do we cling to it? has our market-based economy completely infected our minds?
You could use this perfect idealized robot as your replacement girlfriend for your entire life, but never love her, because she's not actually a person, and then you look at a new friend and you realize you *want* her. Not someone like her, not someone as good or better than her, just *her*.
Superior competition can't kill love, because love doesn't understand the meaning of 'superior'.
f) men want perfect partners
Breaking this down would just copy a bunch of what I talked about in the previous section, but I'd like to discuss where logical decisions do factor into mate decision, when immediate and obvious feelings of love aren't present, and the person is forced to consider the pros and cons of a partnership with... i guess you could say 'logic'.
let's face it, lots of people find perfection boring. Humans will actively seek out flawed partners for lots of reasons.
Sometimes they don't feel like it's a flaw. I for one think that blemishes, spots, and wrinkles are beautiful in their own way. It's fun for me to draw those sorts of faces, because it's more difficult to properly capture than the idealized smoothed-out doll face, and I love looking at them, because there can be so much detail and expression. even at their most perfectly gorgeous and realistic, I'd probably find the sex doll butt-ugly.
Some people are into the flaws on a level higher than I am, even. there's a kink for everything, and if you're here, you're probably aware of chubby chasers, hybristophiliacs, monsterfuckers, and whoever the fuck is the target audience for the yandere archetype. I don't think a sanitized sex doll will appeal to them.
Some look at a broken person and want to fix them, to care for them.
... Some look for broken people because they're easier to manipulate and turn loyal.
and all of that, of course, could hypothetically be accounted by the sex doll manufacturers. older-woman-with-cellulite doll. big nose doll. yandere doll. abuse survivor doll. maybe in the sex doll dystopia, there's a doll for everyone.
... the problem is that companies are lazy. and cowardly. if a type of appeal is too niche, no one will want to make it. these dolls are going to take a lot of work and money to produce. think about the videogame industry. lots of people with lots of different personal tastes. and it's a huge industry catering to all of those tastes... but most really big, really expensive games are middle of the road "safe" options, designed to appeal to as many as possible.
and now let's remember how poorly business executives can understand the desires of their target audience.
you're not gonna get your perfect partner. you're gonna get a bland idea of a "perfect partner" for "everyone", and she's gonna be boring. all the interesting sex bots will be low-budget and less realistic.
g) companionship and sex are the primary benefits to having a romantic partner
... and there's gonna be some things a robot and ai could never give you.
for starters, an AI can't touch you. lots of humans want a partner for the simple reason that they're touch-starved. I've heard predictions that the sexbots of the future will have realistic and warm human touch, but I do wonder how feasible that will truly be ...and there's something psychological about being touch-starved, too. People have created soft things to simulate the warmth and pressure of human touch, and I've tried some of those, and the thing is, even knowing there's not a real human makes the feeling different. no matter how realistic the sexbot is, you're gonna know she's not real.
and... some humans want children. again, someone may argue you could create a false robotic child very easily, but again, you would know that's just a doll.
and sometimes the people who want a partner are looking for someone to not just emotionally, but materially support them. Sexbots cannot do labor. they can't pay the bills. they can't cook. they can't clean. At best, maybe it'll be a virtual secretary you can fuck, but it's not exactly sound groundbreaking to put SIRI and a girlfriend AI into a blow-up doll, now does it?
and maybe you've forgotten... we're all in a society. Some people look for a partner solely because they want the status of not being single. the status of getting laid. the status of 'bagging' a girl. the status of having physical proof that you're desirable.
a fake girlfriend is never going to give you that, no matter how realistic she is.
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and all of that's just... obvious, isn't it? I mean, normally I'd do heavy research if I wanted to deconstruct a widespread idea, but here, that'd be excessive. What, I'm supposed to prove with empirical data that love is irrational? that people get into relationships just to seek social status, financial stability, or a live-in maid you can fuck? that people want children, real children and not just dolls of children? that abusers seek out the vulnerable? that some people want to fuck Jason Voorhees? that men sometimes cheat on their gfs because they just wanted to bang another woman? that human beings aren't perfectly rational buyers? that gay people exist and women get horny?
This is... all common knowledge. So why does this bizarre view of the world of dating, sex, and romance as some sort of marketplace of perfect rational customers even exist? what sort of brainworm has captured our society to such an extent that we've all accepted this viewpoint as a valid take? why have so many fallen for it?
I suppose the easy explanation is "these men just hate women. they've never loved a woman and they don't know what it's like, so they imagine it'd be the same as what they feel when jacking off to their favorite porn," but that doesn't...
surely there isn't an epidemic of straight men who've never fallen in love. and even if there was, surely they've seen other straight men falling in love. and if they haven't... why not?
or do they think it's all a lie, that such kinds of love only happen in movies and books? are they lonely in other ways, no friends, no acquaintances, no casual parties or people-watching or talking about others with a coworker or neighbor? how deep is the bubble they're in to have them never encounter even one of the things I've discussed above, or at the least to never consider the implications of them as embodied refutations of this deeply cynical view of human relationships?
is it just that you don't care what women want, or you don't think their desires would ever produce realistic male sexbots for whatever reason?
do you think that all the porn and waifus in the world haven't cured your loneliness so you're not sure why they'd ever be in competition with real women?
or conversely, you're fully aware that they're competing with women, you think they're superior to women in every way, and you just see sexbots as the next step towards the impending obsolescence of women?
do you comprehend perfectly the notion of infidelity and non-monogamous coupling, but simply envision that no reasonable guy would want to cheat on Replika with a real woman?
do you see the fallibility of human rationality as irrelevant... or alternately, that these AI girlfriends offer a security that real women cannot give, because the AI will never surprise you?
have you never experienced a sudden and irrational desire for a very specific person, not someone like them, but only them, and you think the people who claim to have felt this are lying?
do you think the men who fall for and desire the imperfect are either lying or fundamentally broken? same for the men who want a woman capable of supporting them financially?
is the concept of wanting to care for another human being on an intimate level, just for the sake of seeing them become happier and healthier, an innately alien concept to you?
do you think yourself so deeply in the trenches of social status that you've come to spite the entire concept of it, resigned yourself to a life of being intensely undesirable, and thus how could you ever get better than this facsimile... and yet you still think your departure from the dating pool will be missed by those who've never wanted you?
have you just been holding mutually exclusive beliefs in your head this entire time, and simply never had the moment to stop, look at yourself, and realize this?
What else has broken in your mind, that you think a corporate product in the shape of a sex object will absolve you of any need for human connection?
and.... do you think we're all like that?
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Hi Arte!
I love that you're embracing the MicroFicChallenge!
How about Frankie & Noisy 👀
It’s so fun! 💜 Thanks for bringing me into it! Ohhh is it wrong my mind instantly goes to sexy things!
Dust
Frankie Morales x Ofc ( unnamed as of now)
Words: 742
An: Omg i went wayyyy over lol - i’m a cheat but this just - it took on a mind of its own!
Warnings: masterbating, sex pollen, sex alluded to.
Frankie + noisy
The chill of the jungle barely touched Frankie’s hot skin, he’s sweating now, the fire stirring in him from earlier raging at full speed.
Sitting still, focusing, sleep - he can’t do shit - he can’t do a thing but visualize all the ways he could relieve the overwhelming tension in his body and no matter how much he shifts his position or pulls on his pants to create more room, his erection grows more and more uncomfortable by the second.
It’s late, the waning moon above barely visible by the dense tree tops. Under the protective shadow of the rock surface, the others are asleep; minus Will who’s on watch. When Frankie excused himself, Will simply nodded and said with his eyes, be careful.
Frankie was a mess, he knew it was obvious even if the others didnt know why, but he had his suspicions for the cause of his frenzied state.
For all that is known about the jungle, there is 10 times as much unknown, and when he took that little detour, and brushed up against that wine colored flower, it only took minutes for his temperature to skyrocket.
The rosy dust from the flower lingered on his pants, and though contact was brief, he made a mistake when his hand ever so slightly brushed against it.
But he wasn’t the only one; she took the same route, she was right behind him and she made contact with it before he could warn her. Frankie’s always wanted her but he didn’t want to fuck up their friendship, and for a good chunk of it, he was married (before the divorce).
Is she suffering as much as him? She’s sweaty, quieter than usual, and everything about her seems more plump than usual - like her body is signaling to him she’s reading for mating. Even so, she’s avoiding him, and has made limited eye contact since then - was she trying to control her inner beast too?
Thoughts of her naked body beneath his, his large strong hands on her hips as they move as one and draw highs of pleasure from each other’s bodies; this has been a reoccurring thought in his mind. By now, he’s thought up everything they could do together ten times over.
It was already hard, being in such close proximity to the object of his desire - to act normal around the one he craves with such deep carnality; to be around the woman who with one look, one smile, one whiff of her scent sends Frankie spiraling into an intoxicating and passion fueled rut.
Now, this fucking flower, has thrust him well past that to an actual inferno, to a crazed state of desire that’s made him more animal than man and breaking away to jerk off seems like the only thing he can other than -
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Finding somewhere quiet, and out of the groups sight, he undid his pants,
“I can’t believe I’m going this.”
If he gets shot while jerking off hes gonna be fucking pissed.
He feels ridiculous. But this needs to happen, if he doesn’t cum soon he’s gonna fucking explore or bite the head off of something - he needs this.
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Wandering off was a bad idea, a stupid one, and she could tell Will was seconds away from following her - though she told him not to.
“ I just need - I’ll be back,” she said to him.
She couldn’t really tell him the reason why she was leaving; it would sound crazy.
As she moves through the forest, she can smell him - Frankie. That scent that intoxicates her and awakens her body in the most delightful ways. She shoved her desire for him so far back but now, the walls are gone, she needs him, she needs him now.
His scent leads her to a well-hidden spot, where she hears him before she can see him. A delicious melody of rough grunts and moans mixed with her name on his breath. He’s wasn’t quiet - not at all - she wondered if Frankie knew just how noisy he was being -
It was music to her ears, and the moment he came into view, his cock in his hand as he desperately sought relief, an audible moan escaped her lips and his brown eyes found hers through the foliage.
With his eyes locked on hers - eyes darkened with hunger and desire - with an animal need - she steps through it and presents herself,
“Why don’t I help you with that?” She smiles at him and strips off her clothes, barely getting her top off before Frankie's on top of her.
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OK so thinkin about my Bowsette thoughts and makin a big ol list of it
There are 2 main designs for Bowsette the first one is Peach in a black dress (makes sense but feels kinda lame) the other is one with red hair and dark skin, I like the second design more but I guess it can come off pretty bad to make the only person of color be the main villain, I just think that design looks better
There's the obvious like, desire to have the crown myself, I'm self conscious about my body a lot and having a magic crown that turns me into a beautiful princess would be pretty nice :3
There's a parallel to beauty and the beast, a monster kidnaps a loved one of the main character, then at the end a plant based magical item turns the monster into a human, but rather than it being true love turning Bowser into Bowsette, it's that magic transformation that leads Bowsette to finding love, usually with Mario, but then theres a tragedy to it, does Mario only love her because she's beautiful? Is it because Bowsette looks similar to Peach? Is he shallow? If Bowsette turned back into a monster, would Mario still love them? Bowser is often very prideful so I think Bowsette would struggle to communicate her needs, she wouldn't be able to talk to Mario about her fears and insecurities about being a monster, so she thinks that her happiness is tied to wearing this crown
She's hot, there's a lot of chains and spikes going on, Bowsette could fuck me up and I would enjoy that a lot
If there's a magic item that turns you into a princess, how is gender viewed in the mushroom kingdom? Most people refer to Bowsette as she/her, but is that what Bowsette wants, does Bowsette view themself to still be a man? Is Bowsette a woman purely because of the crown? Are there transphobes within the mushroom kingdom who misgender Peach and Daisy because they think all princesses were once monster men? Like there's layers to that you could get a lot more questions about that whole thing
As far as I'm aware, Bowser is the only male leader in Mario. Everywhere else has princesses. Pauline, being the mayor of New Donk City, is an elected position but still fits. Is the Mario world a matriarchy? If gender is a choice because of the super crown, is Bowser staying as a man a rejection of that societal norm? Does becoming Bowsette give more social status?
Bowser's inside story is a game that exists
If nintedno made Bowsette canon as a form of Bowser, that would have to make Bowser explicitly trans, so would I be allowed to kill nintendo fans with a brick for being weird about it?
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