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bucknastysbabe · 3 months

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criston cole in a greens win au really is the kingmaker if he’s cucking aegon. slapped a crown on the king and now he’s making bastard kids to go on the throne. u go king.

Now I must write a blurb hnghhhh cuckingggg this is prob ass bc I’m sick rotting in bed with flubonic plague but OH WELL

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dayne!reader, greens win AU, Criston is dark and manipulative, Aegon sad sacking around the place, cukolding, exhibitionism, breeding kink, crispy creme pie, infidelity, v!fingering, oral (m!receiving), pnv!sex, no beta I die like Ned stark, jealousy, one-sided-ish

Taglist: @starogeorgina @moncherri @bambitas @aemonds-holy-milk @targaryenbarbie @arcielee @valeskafics @sugarpoppss2 @fairysluna @lovelykhaleesiii

Do Your Job - C.Cole

Criston stopped caring long ago, pulling himself out of the layered filth of blood, gore, and dirt. Bodies of his men. The butcher’s ball they called it. Criston made sure that the Winter’s Wolves, Benjicot Blackwood, and Roddy the Ruin got a nice death by dragon. After some torture.

He saw through with that, as the Hand of the King and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Criston had to attend to such matters. Such as what to do with Rhaenyra’s last child. Or the fucking mess that was Aegon. Aemond was still lurking around Harrenhal— said to return when his child was born. Aegon meanwhile, made Criston’s blood boil. Alicent was a maddened gnat in his ear.

Aegon had been recently remarried to a Dayne of Starfall, seeking out the ashen hair and Valyrian eyes of the Dornish house. She was gorgeous, eager to please, and could suck Criston’s prick under his desk for hours. The adorable queen had trouble with Aegon— considering the man was a bag of shattered bones and burns. The maesters had been attending to the two’s fertility plan.

She was not hard to woo, seeking Cole’s comforts as Aegon still wanted to hoard playthings and whores, uncaring much of his wife at the moment. He bedded her regularly— but they had to be careful with his bad leg and hip. Criston’s little star, beautiful as one, was the shiniest thing in the dreary keep by far. But horribly lonely, so he’d been keeping an eye, asking the Queen to help him with letters and tasks of the realm.

It wasn’t long before she was in his lap crying about how terrible the Red Keep was. Criston had his proverbial claws sunk deep into her by then. He meant his words of praise, how special his star was, and meant doubly on how much he too hated the Keep. Criston’s fingers crawled up her dress as he cooed, bringing the girl to likely her first orgasm since arriving.

They sat together in the Hand’s foyer, Ser Cole writing a letter to some raucous lordling. He ran a hand through his hair and sat back, dark eyes meeting a strange indigo of sorts. “Have there been any advancements with the maesters and your womb?” She shook her head, blush dusting her cheeks.

“Go on, what’s the issue my star?”

She leaned over the table to grip his hands, pleading in her body language. “Do not grow wroth when I tell you this okay?” Criston nodded, there was no chance he would not be pissed. Just a feeling. The Dayne sighed, “He’s impotent but he swears it’s me, I don’t know, they’ve started transferring his, seed, into me. By now I’m not sure, he berates me about it.” Criston’s eyes narrowed and she squeaked.

The smaller figure was picked up by him, striding to the King’s chambers. Where Aegon was like to be making two court favorites defile themselves. The queen begged, “My lord, please, I know you feel strongly for me but-“

He growled, “No!,” then softer, “No. He’s being a fool, a lady’s desire should help the process. I’ll oversee you two. We need heirs to the throne.”

He kicked open the door, startling a half-awake Aegon. Criston gently laid the Queen on the bed then turned to a glaring Targaryen. Aegon’s burnt face twisted in annoyance, slightly slurring, “The hell is going on here Cole?” A goblet of wine sat in front of him— of course he was drinking.

Criston folded his arms. “You’re drunk right now? It’s barely even past midday.”

“Sorry, one tends to get bored when his wife would rather cavort around with the Hand,” he acridly spat back.

She protested from behind, “Alright, I can stay around, it’s fine!”

Criston eyed his star and back to Aegon. He asked “You have a beauty like that and can’t fill her belly with seed? You have the maesters stuff her like a turkey instead? Pathetic.”

Aegon’s form shook with rage, reaching for his crutch, Criston swiftly kicking it out of the way with a clatter. Aegon barked, “I’m your goddamn king, bring that back now! Maybe she’s the one barren, dirtied by lowborn seed!”

That little fucker! Criston’s eye twitched. He had not put his cock into her sacred place but now? Someone had to do the job— and it would be him. The taller brunette forced Aegon’s chair closer to the bed, the king hissing in pain, violet eyes wide. Cole chastised, “Since you’re so smart, I’ll do a little test, see if my lowborn cock has sullied her womb.” Aegon’s soft face pulled into a frown, squirming in position.

Criston began to pull at his gauntlets in quick snaps, then the bracers, and the chest plate along with the heavy shoulders. He decided to keep his chain of hands on as an ego boost. Lowborn cock raised to the second highest position in the realm, doing the highest position’s job.

Dayne stared at him, eyes flicking to the strangely silent Aegon, then back. Criston smiled at the queen, winding a tan hand into her ashen locks. He murmured, “Don’t worry dearest, we’ll have you feeling wonderful in no time, right your Grace?” Aegon remained stone cold— lips pouting.

The hand began to ease off the simple Dornish layers of her dress, baring that gorgeous body. How could she not be fertile? His star was all curves and soft skin, she would be great as a mother. Criston told her that, earning a whine, her legs wrapped around his waist. He panted to the king, “First, they need to be actually attracted to you.”

Cole pressed lush kisses to her neck and shoulders, his big hand testing the waters between her thighs. She was a little wet, not yet how he could get the Dayne, sopping. He rasped just for her ears, “Relax for me, he’s so jealous you might get an obedient king. Gorgeous star doesn’t know her own wiles.” She writhed a bit, tits pressed tight against flat chest.

“Oh, oh, there my Lord,” the blonde panted.

Criston was pumping one finger into her velvet heat, sliding in a second one to crook upwards. His thumb swirled around her swollen bud. He laughed carelessly at Aegon, whose scarred hands dug into the sides of his chair, puffy lips open. The brunette snarked, “See how easy it is not to be a selfish prick? It’s quite rewarding to make your lady come— although I think she’s already too attached to me.”

The king whined softly.

The queen moaned louder, crying Criston’s name and wetting his fingers further. The knight pulled from her full tits, purposely working her cunt over while asking. “Doesn’t that feel good little star? Don’t you wish your King would take care of you like that?” The queen gasped and mewled, cheeks a deep flush, eyes guiltily looking over at the squirming Aegon.

Criston patted her cheek, pressing a kiss over plump lips. Inky eyes and smug lips turned again to talk down to the Targaryen. He added in a dark voice, “Obviously you can’t do the fucking job so I will until you get it up and pump her with a blonde one. Although I am quite attached myself, she’s a wonderful little star. I’m going to fuck her good and thorough. Our first time too.”

Aegon whined, begging, “Ser, stop, I didn’t know, don’t!” But his hard cock was pulsing and the king had made no attempt to call for help. He couldn’t move either, the crutch out of his grasp. Aegon watched Criston work his wife into a peak, her pretty breasts heaving, thighs twitching. Utterly gorgeous. Jealousy swelled within his burnt chest.

The Dayne beauty sloppily mouthed against Criston’s mouth, trailing down to press kisses against his lower belly, grabbing his cock before asking. “You want to impregnate me sir? Give me an heir?” She could almost explode at the thought. Criston nodded, eyes hazy as her plump lips enveloped his cock, hands expert on rolling his balls and the other working in tandem with that warm mouth.

Aegon made a gutted noise.

Criston groaned deeply, watching his length disappear down velvet throat. The queen kept her indigo eyes on him, teary and wide. Fucking beautiful. He swallowed down a weak noise and rasped to Aegon, “She’s quite good at this, willing to please and eager to learn your Grace. But there you are, quickly back to your old ways.” She shuddered at the praise, Criston easing his star off so the real fun could begin.

He murmured, “On your back sweetling.” He pecked her once, shivering at the taste of him. The queen laid on her back, instinctively tucking a pillow under her hips. Criston rumbled, playfully giving her ass a smack. “Good girl, mmm, you just want to be a mama hm?” The shared noises of Aegon and his Queen made the Knight laugh.

He eased himself on top, making sure her thick thighs spread around his waist. The knight laid forward, grinning and nuzzling her nervous face. He cooed, “You’re safe with me star, pretty baby, doing so good.” Her arms slunk around his shoulders, their bodies fitting with together as Criston eased himself into her slick, swollen folds.

Fuck, she was tight and pulsing already, inner walls aiming to milk the man. Lady Dayne cried out, busty tits heaving as she was filled up by Ser Criston’s heavy cock. It was foreign, having so much care put into her pleasure. She moaned in surprise when he bottomed out, rasping nonsense against her neck.

Aegon sniveled now, watching his Queen get something he couldn’t possibly provide. Ser Criston, the crafty fucker, already worked his magic and cock into his queen. The blonde regretted many an action against his wonderful wife— seeing how she mooned over fucking Cole. Cole; a common born conniving oathbreaking madman, he truly enjoyed seeing suffering and agony. But there he was, giggling and gently fucking Aegon’s queen, the picture of chivalry. He needed more wine, and to tug his miserable cock.

Criston hiked her legs up, the back of her knees in the crooks of his arms— a mating press. She cried out, little hands scrabbling at his shoulders, eyes getting teary with pleasure. He moaned low, forcefully fucking himself inside her tight cunt, making sure she could feel every little drag and thrust. She mewled in ecstasy, “Criston, Ser, breed me, breed me please! Ohh I want it, need it!”

He grinned at Aegon’s sobs and pulling of his own prick. Criston teased “You want my seed star? Want to be all pretty and round, knowing your Lord Hand made you swell? Tits and hips so ripe for me, such a pretty mother you’ll make.” She tightened around him, arching her back, practically drooling. He focused on fucking her deep, swiping his thumb around her button, earning the cutest little mewls.

“Yes! Gods yes! Criston,” she howled, clamping down on his prick. He pressed his lips to hers, grunting as he fucked her to the point of no return. He cooed at his cute little star crying out her peak, gushing all over his still-moving cock. She weeped, “Please, give me your seed, want to be a mama, please!” Cole couldn’t deny her request, groaning long and low as his tummy tightened, emptying pump after pump of his cum into her tight pussy. He bit his lip bloody in the process, feeling feral, but the knight wouldn’t tear her skin like that.

He let go of her legs, gently holding her canted hips, humming, “How long do they say wait Aeg?”

A sharp cry, gasp, and tortured, “15 minutes.”

The Dayne didn’t even seem to be worried about her broken husband, smiling and holding Criston’s big hands. She kissed at each knuckle, eyes full of adoration and love. How they should be. How he deserved all along. What a special little star.

The first two came out with brown hair and eyes, sending a familiar shock across the keep. Then the third had ashen hair, just like the Queen. Mayhaps the Targaryen gene wasn’t that strong within Aegon, people whispered. Criston would smile, not indulging a secret. He’d rub her pretty bump alone, let Aegon play the daddy. He did alright enough.

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #one sided feelings #aegon ii targaryen #ser criston cole #ser criston cole x reader #Criston cole x reader #Ser criston cole imagine

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incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes · 5 months

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Donnie: Not many girls come into my lab because I get friendzoned so frequently.

Timothy: I'd like to be in the friendzone! I liked friends!

Donnie: It's not as pleasant as you'd think. They don't treat you like a friend, they treat you like an item. Sometimes I wish I was more than just an accessory to these women, but unfortunately, as a gamer, I don't get respect.

Timothy: Well, I'm not a gamer so maybe they'll respect me!

Donnie: That just makes you a beta cuck.

#incorrect tmnt quotes #source: sonic fandub #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #timothy #the pulverizer

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the-goon-master · 6 months

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Let Me Make Myself Clear About One Thing.

we're on totally different levels, you and i.

you? youre an idiot cumbrained goon beta cuck. i know this because you are looking at my blog right now. it doesnt take much to make you happy, just pictures of internet women and your own hand to bate with. in terms of animal husbandry youd be like a goldfish. a perfect beginner pet. you barely need any enrichment at all in ur enclosure. what do you even spend your money on? gooning is free. your income is basically wasted on you.

me on the other hand? im a woman of exquisite tastes. i hold my environment to a very high standard. sometimes, you know, maybe i wanna spring for chipotle instead of taco bell. to go back to the pet analogy, youd need a fucking permit to keep me. im basically like an alligator or something. but living my rockstar lifestyle adds up, so obviously thats where you come in.

i would be better at spending your money than you are. think of it as symbiosis, you benefit from my sporadic goonposting, and in turn you chip in your part to provide me with the enrichment i need. it just makes sense. pay me

c*shapp $r1l3ym0us3 NOW dumbass

#gooner #gooning #goonette #paypiq #financial dumbination

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oharabunny · 7 months

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His Cheating Allegations

Description: Going off of my yandere!caretaker!Miguel idea, here's what I think of him in regards to him cheating.

Word Count: 798

Warning: mentions of sex, cheating Miguel, OOC!Miguel, obsession, delusion, not beta read, completely self indulgent fantasies of the author

He has a past of cheating, and he's not proud of it. But ever since he met you, he knew that he would move heaven and earth, the multiverse if you will, just for you. You are literally his whole universe.

He can't really look at other women (or anyone of any gender) the same anymore. Nobody quite compares to you.

You don't really see how because you're dysfunctional and useless to him. You wonder if he's seeing someone else in you.

He doesn't, because there aren't any variants of you across the multiverse.

But still, you think you're a dime a dozen as far as your personality and looks goes. And most people would agree with you.

Which is why it's a mystery how there are still some women that want to throw themselves at him even when he's busy ogling at you through his orange screens.

Maybe they thought they could compete with you.

(To you, they probably could. They'd be more intelligent, useful, witty, pretty, and hard working than you.)

What you and them don't know is that it is going to be a huge challenge to get him to cheat on you.

He's not necessarily infalliable, yes, he can fold, but under very certain circumstances.

Such as, if he was away from home for too long and cannot keep his pent up feelings to himself. He would need the other woman to face away from him, mask on, quiet, body shaped, and skin tone similiarly to yours in order to go through with it. He has to imagine you and your face in order to immerse himself with her.

Even then, it's still not the same and he knows, and realistically, he'll stop midway because it just won't feel as good.

On top of the fact he doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want to give you a reason to leave him.

(He would keep it a secret to himself to the day he dies.)

Which is why he's even more reluctant to cheat on you even if he does find someone else attractive because he has to make sure they're completely clean. He can't risk giving you a disease. You're a fragile and helpless being where anything can kill you. (Well, that's just what he thinks.) Your health and wellbeing is above all else.

Plus, he doesn't really have the time to cheat. He's too invested in both you and keeping the balance of the multiverse. You think he has time to go looking around?

Even the most persistent homewreckers will eventually tire out from their attempt to break his gaze on you.

Even the desperate ones.

Here's a scenario:

Other Woman: Miguel~ I'd do anything for you. Please, just give me a chance! I don't even mind being your second wife if I have to.

Miguel: Then would you be able to bear the responsibilities of taking care of my "first" wife above yourself? You'll need to take care of our children too. Fill in for me whenever I'm not home to take care of her. You have to understand that I will always put her, our children, her pets, and her belongings before you. That also means if she doesn't want me to touch you, I won't. Also, if you and I have children, they won't be your children anymore.

Also Miguel: Wait, if I let you take care of her, she might like you more than me and leave me. Nah, fuck that, I don't want you getting in between us.

Other Woman: Okay damn! You psycho! 😥

I don't think he'd do well in a poly relationship like a triad or separate relationship either. In a triad, he'd be threatened by them taking you or even you preferring them slightly more than him in any way. He has to be your number one and only. Even if the dynamics were in his favor, he's so so into you that he's very biased to give all his attention to you since sex for him is about pleasuring you. He wouldn't be a good partner for the third person if they value his attention and care too (they'd be cucked and forgotten most of the time💀). He also doesn't have the time to keep up with other relationships.

Back to the idea of him cheating on you, another way to increase his chances of cheating on you is if you consistently reject his advances and feelings for you. He might do it out of spite and sexual frustration, but he wouldn't find any joy in it especially when he realizes you don't care and you just want to leave. He'd be busy trying to manipulate you into depending on him.

Either way.

He is a you simp through and through.

A/N: This is super self indulgent as you can tell. This will never be who Miguel is canonically nor is it super realistic, but wishful thinking yknow? 🤷‍♀️

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n7cloacadestroyer · 25 days

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"ACAB applies to Garrus"

I've heard this independently 3-4 times over the past week, and it strikes me as such an odd thing to say. Not because it isn't true--we know Garrus wasn't above working a suspect over if he thought it would make them talk. Like, he wasn't just a cop, he was kind of a dirty one. Not in the same way as someone like Harkin, but definitely in the "you better hope his hunch doesn't lead him to you or you're getting beaten with a rubber hose until you tell him what he wants to hear" kind of way. Which is arguably just as bad, if not worse.

No, the reason it's such an odd thing to say is that ACAB honestly applies to about half of the characters in the visible universe of Mass Effect. It's a very "save us, military industrial complex," sort of narrative in many respects--up to and including the part where all the politicians and diplomats basically have "beta cuck," or "dick dastardly's understudy," tattooed on their forehead with very few exceptions.

That's just something you have to accept if you want to enjoy the series. It's a star war, not an insightful commentary on power structures and the abuse of the people therein.

If you want to evaluate it as one, then there are quite a few bigger fish in this particular pond. The Citadel Council alone is one of the most abusable legislative mechanisms conceivable, and admission to their ranks is predicated solely on approval by the current Council. The council whose individual votes would be weakened by adding another member. Not to mention that the idea of an individual speaking for their entire species is bananas on its face.

And not to put too fine a point on it, but Shepard is a fed. Like, a "clandestine intervention and special operations" kind of fed. ACAB absolutely applies to them too.

The Point™: The Mass Effect universe was created solely to facilitate a role playing game in which the player had more narrative freedom than was typical of AAA titles at the time. If you apply any degree of knowledge regarding sociology or political science, the thing falls apart faster than the M-44 Hammerhead. Basically anybody who has spent more than five minutes thinking about it could tell you that. Anybody can also tell you that if the game mirrored an effective and equitable political process, there probably wouldn't be much call to splatter some faceless space pirate against a wall with your dark energy mind powers. If you want to be all cinemasins about it, that's your call, but I don't think you would make a very good action game going about it that way.

I'm not trying to say that you're wrong if you don't like Garrus. It's a matter of opinion, first and foremost. There are valid reasons to dislike him. Like his elevator conversations, for example. But it's more than a little disingenuous to pretend he is uniquely or egregiously problematic in his abuse of power while we control Commander Shepard--the literal avatar of abusing their power with little to no consequences.

#op #mass effect #commander shepard #mass effect trilogy #mass effect lore #garrus #MELE #mass effect legendary edition #garrus vakarian #mass effect politics #meta #text

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olderthannetfic · 21 days

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Sorry for sending bullshit here but I just found this and I'm so confused:

https://www.tumblr.com/cinderellahoneymoon/741707066361675776?source=share

Okay, since when was "simp" an aave? I mostly saw being used in memes for fictional characters and people who are worshipping mediocre celebrities and youtubers.

"also yall barely interact w black selfshippers in general, get on that." I don't interact with a lot of selfshippers at all because you are all insufferable and try to police people on how to like fictional characters! These characters aren't real! This is supposed to be fun! And you're surprised why others laugh at us.

As a selfshipper this is just yikes 💀 Fancops are the worst.

Since always, silly.

God, the tone of that post... And yes, yes, tone policing, but this is definitely going to just send people screaming into the night, not make them pay attention to the message. Would I even want to interact with other people's self-shipping anyway if I were a self-shipper? Maybe I'd want to just do my own thing in my own corner.

But... nonnie... 'simp' is appropriated AAVE.

This is a well-known fact, and there have been a million posts telling people to stop using it, not because of appropriation but because it's a gross term with a gross ideology it's time to drop.

It's an insult for men who are too subservient to women, hence the use for people who are pathetically worshipful of celebrities. It's the 90s version of today's ridiculous internet men calling each other "beta cucks" or whatever.

I guess it might be kind of funny to ruin 'beta cucks' for the sort of gentleman who uses it, but...

Broadly, if you see "new" "teen" slang in English coming out of places like twitter or tiktok, you should assume the overwhelming majority of it is driven by clueless non-black American teens appropriating AAVE and failing to understand what the words mean.

I get that this is tricky even if you're one of those teens and especially if you're not American or not even a native speaker of English, but this is just the reality. Theft from black people is the engine that drives American popular culture. It's true of language as much as of musical styles.

I'm certainly not going to be too precious to use the words we've long since finished incorporating into mainstream American English. 'Cool' springs to mind. Yes, really! Even former slang as common as that! We stole it in the 1930s or something, so it's a done deal at this point.

Nor will I necessarily avoid dialectical things that are present in AAVE but also other dialects. I wouldn't say 'finna', but I do have relatives who actually use 'fixing to' (meaning planning to/about to) and I might use it in jest even if it's not a standard part of my dialect.

I generally won't use y'all, but that's because I associate it with an extremely tiresome flavor of wannabe ~sassy~ internet post. And in that context, it is absolutely about non-black idiots imitating black twitter and the like. But even so, y'all is a perfectly normal word in plenty of dialects outside of AAVE. Just not my dialect.

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prejac-life · 2 months

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I stumbled on your blog, and it's given me clarity. I'm not a prejac, but I am definitely a beta. I started having ED when having sec with my wife. Just couldn't keep it up. Then I couldn't get it up. She'd be begging me to rail her like I used to, and the shame I felt made me spiral deeper. I had this weird feeling, and I realize now that I'm getting turned on by her disappointment, plus getting excited to eneak away to jack off to porn. I only get hard to that now, and only after lots of pumping on my flaccid dicklette. I think about how she has to use a dildo to satisfy herself and what she might think of me. Maybe some resentment, maybe dount about whether I'm attracted. Which I am, but my dick is broken, and I just need to look at porn. I need to feel the humiliation of anticipating her eventually cuckolding me when the dildo isn't enough. I want her to intentionally grt caught and laugh, knowing I won't leave cause I'm broken and weak. I'll try to get better. I'll manage to abstain for a month, but she knows. She knows I can't hold out. Not when she calls me a loser cuck while riding someone else's functional rigid cock. I'm broken and want to sink so deep that her unconditional love turns into looks of disdain, comments of disgust, and genuine humiliating laughter at the joke of a man failing to even masturbate in her house. Sadistic and malicious insults that get more creative to test how much abuse I'm willing to take, until when I beg for what we once had, she tells me this is what I wanted. A real man could have stopped at any time. But I hust kept sinking. Kept breaking myself with every "attempt" to fix it. But the truth is I want to be insignificant, small, frustrated, and crushed by her indifference. She'll loathe me for getting off on her disappointment when this all began, which makes it all the better that she learns to relish torturing me with the reminder she'll never beg for me again--never have a chance with her again, and I have to stay, cause no other woman woulld have a pathetic small-dick wimp like me. I could leave, and she wouldn't give a shit, which is why I won't, because her laughing at me is the only pleasure I get from ruining my marriage and sexual ability.

Beautifully worded. A small glimpse into the beta mind.

If any of this even slightly arouses you, just know you’re already on a slippery slope. And it’s too late to do anything about it 😉😈

#prejac #premature ejaculator

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mossy-opal · 1 year

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Work Partner?

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader x Unrequited!Chisaki Kai

Warnings: Smut Based Off A Dream I Had, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cucking, (bitch boy beta cuck) Chisaki Kai, Shigaraki Having Rizz (out of character i know)

Working with you was wonderful, to say the least. You were probably the most valuable League member, and Kai got you all to himself for a few months. You were quirkless, smart, good with Eri, and you worked well with him. Sure you could get sassy, but that just made you even more endearing. Over the short month he had worked with you, he had grown fond of you...

Maybe it was a bad thing, after all he was playing a dangerous game with the League of Villains, and you were no less apart of the League than any of them. But he couldn't stop how he felt, you were damn near perfect for him. He was certain, given enough time, he could convince you to stay with the Shie Hassaikai.

After all, he had a lot of things to offer you, and you were smart. He knew you'd make the right decision when that time came.

In fact, he was on his way to visit you. You had been hard at work today, and he was going to offer you some dinner. As he walked up the hall, he noticed the door was cracked. Usually it was closed, you liked your privacy while you worked, and as he got closer, he was shocked to hear two voices.

One that wasn't supposed to be here.

"How did you even- ah- get here~?"

"Compress."

What was going on? How the hell did Shigaraki get into his base? Was he snuck in? How did Compress get him in here?

He knew he should've taken both his arms, then he'd be useless-

Kai's thought process snapped into focus when he heard you make a noise. Were you in pain? He figured he knew the answer, but curiosity got the better of him. Despite his better judgement, he had to take a look.

You were holding yourself up against your desk, Shigaraki behind you and kissing your neck, holding your hips. Your face was flushed, and you were pouting back at him.

"Tomu-"

"Shut up... Missed you..."

"I m-missed you too but- Aah, what if someone hears? You're not supposed to- Mmm- b-be here...!"

"Guess you'll just have to be quiet then~"

Kai's eyes widened at what he was seeing, before he backed up, pressing his back to the wall next to the door. This wasn't actually happening, was it? He heard the undoing of pants and your whines, and he looked down the hall, being sure no one else was present. He would burst in there right now if...

"Haa- Tomura~"

He was looking back in, barely able to see Shigaraki, more focussed on you. You were no longer holding yourself up, now practically laying on the desk, drool dribbling down your chin as your eyes were screwed shut.

"Taste so good-"

"To-Tomuraaah~ P-please stop t-teasing~"

"Mmph..."

He could only imagine what you would taste like, adjusting his pants with a silent hiss. He couldn't believe he was hard listening to this- He should burst in there and kill the both of you for such disrespect!

"W-we shouldn't- N-not here~"

"I'd love to fuck you in your bed, but I don't think you want anyone seeing me, now do you~?"

He peaked again, right on time to see Shigaraki push into you, your eyes wide, mouth agape, and hands trying to find anything to grab onto, before a hand clamped around your face.

"Ssshh... I know it feels good, but ya gotta- Aah- shut up~"

Moaning into his hand, your eyes rolled back in your head and he heard the smacking of Shigaraki's hips against yours. Your muffled moans were too good to ignore, and the pain in his groin was too.

Kai pressed himself against the wall once more looking down the hall again, before taking his dick into his hand. It was disgusting, what he was doing. He should be enraged at this display, but no, he was getting off on it. He tried to time his strokes with Shigaraki's thrusts, biting his other hand to keep his own noise down. He imagined it was him in there, it was him making you feel so good- He just knew you'd fit perfectly around him, warm and wet, just for him.

"Fuckin- Missed you so fuckin' much- Ugh- So good... Mmmm- Fuckin' love you~"

Your moaning spiked, you almost sounded like you were squealing behind his hand, before he heard you clear as day-

"I love you- F-Fuck! I looo-ooh~ve you so much~!"

Kai had to practically brace himself against the wall as he came in his fist, never having cum so hard and fast in his entire life. He was trying to catch his breath as quickly and quietly as possible.

He cleaned himself up, cursing internally at how disgusting he was, before he stormed off to his own room, intent on scrubbing himself raw to feel clean again.

•

Seeing you again the very next day was difficult for him, but he was thankful he had his mask on so you couldn't see his absolute disdain towards you.

He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up, he shouldn't have stuck around to see you like that, much less with someone like Shigaraki.

Of all people, Kai knew you deserved better than that, at the very least.

...

He should've recorded your moans for later use.

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you were talking about this earlier but personally i'm a big fan of the parliamentary sovereignty/not having an explicitly delineated list of rights thing the UK's got going on. i think the danger of having something dumb in the constitution like the US's second amendment or lochner-era mandated libertarianism is worth theoretically aligned judges not being able to overturn dumb laws a few years before they're unpopular enough to remove democratically.

i am a bit sad the UK doesn't have an instrument akin to the first amendment, mind, but maybe you could shove something like that more through the door of how the british government probably couldn't get away with indefinitely postponing elections than simply declaring speech a "human right" amongst many others. the government shouldn't be allowed to do things that specifically make it impossible to contest for power, but everything else is fair game, basically.

The problem with parliamentary sovereignty is that it makes it trivially easy to do monstrous shit, as Rishi Sunak’s whole “international law is for beta cucks” shtick is proving. Like the fact it is trivially easy to convert the UK system into a dictatorship isn’t a far off theoretical concern, and when I say the UK is more democratic but less free, I mean it is less free in important and frightening ways. There was a story out of the UK about a woman being questioned by police bc of her Skyrim mod list, because when you don’t have any entrenched basic rights protections it is trivially easy for your government to give force to the most meddling, puritanical, oppressive impulses of your electorate.

The first amendment is extremely good. Every country should have one. All time achievement of the American political system. And I think your comment reveals a deficit in the understanding of how common law systems like the US and UK function; although courts can do a lot of heinous shit in interpreting the law, they cannot use “freedom of speech” as an excuse to postpone elections. Meanwhile the UK parliament could pass a law with a simple majority declaring the PM Dictator for Life and it would be perfectly legal.

So idk. I think written constitutions are great, and most of the justifications for not having one are obviously proved silly by comparison to peer countries, and are just small-c conservatism coming to the fore.

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: ℂ𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘

🥀Pairing: Husband! Yeosang x Reader (f) x Android! Jongho

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact

🥀Au: cyberpunk au, sci fi au, android au

🥀Trope: established relationship

🥀Summary: not every couple purchases an android just for the purpose of cuckolding your husband, but it was well worth it's weight in crypto credits

🥀Kinks: cuckolding, penetrative sex with no barrier, dom! jongho, sub! reader, cuck! yeosang, cum eating, felching, degradation, cock ring, oral (m)

🥀Word Count: 1,233

🥀Betas: @downtoamagicalland @mejuii

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The situation is delicate to balance but somehow it always seems to work itself out. Currently, Jongho has his hands full of with you two, literally: while Jongho has your ass bouncing against his pelvis, hand loosely wrapped around your throat to hold you upwards, he’s got his other hand on Yeosang’s sharp jawline, keeping his head in place as well. All this taking place while you and Yeosang sat on your couch and Jongho stood in front of it.

“Look at how well she takes me, Yeosang,” Jongho purred. “Her wetness is dripping down my balls and onto the floor.”

Yeosang whimpered, hips bucking into the air for some stimulation. Jongho clucked his tongue. “Now now, Yeosang, there will be none of that this evening.”

“Jo-Jongho,” You stuttered, fingers following the lines of light that were currently lit up along his arms, like the android’s optic lines mimic veins. “Ca-an I come?”

Jongho’s lips brushed your ear and you shivered. “I dunno, pretty, can you?”

Your eyes went to Yeosang. Your husband’s long hair was pushed back behind his ears and he was whining an awful lot. “Yeo,” You paused to swallow and bring more moisture to your mouth, “Yeosangie.”

Yeosang’s cheeks jerked with every thrust Jongho pounded into you with. “Love?” Yeosang whimpered back.

“He feels so good,” You said to your husband, “His thrusts are so powerful. And he stretches me out so good.”

Jongho chuckled darkly. “Do you hear that, cuck? Hear how well your wife thinks I fuck her? Tell him how much he doesn’t stretch you out, pretty.”

You moaned lustily. “Yeosang can’t stretch me out like you can, Jongho. Never.”

Jongho hummed in happiness. “Such a whore for my cock. Once you fuck the perfect lover, how could Yeosang ever satisfy you, hmmm?”

“He can’t, he can’t,” You chanted, desperate to come. “That’s why you have to fuck me, Jongho. You’ve ruined me for my husband's dick.”

Yeosang was a whimpering mess. He slowly undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He didn’t rub one out, he wasn’t allowed. But he had to show just how badly he was enjoying this. Yeosang’s cock was red and angry and dripping so much precum. The cock ring holding his cock and his balls would ensure that he did not come as well. Yeosang was well and truly cuckolded and the both of you wouldn’t prefer it any other way.

Jongho gripped the back of Yeosang’s head roughly, and brought your husband’s head to eye level where Jongho’s cock kept disappearing into your cunt. “This is what it looks like to fuck your wife right, Yeosang. Do you see how wet she is for me? How her cunt clenches around me every time I thrust inside of her? She fucking loves this cock you purchased for her.”

Yeosang licked his lips, he couldn't help it. He was so close to the cunt he loved. But Jongho wasn’t about to let him have anything. “If you want to taste her, you’ll have to lick the cum that’s on the floor, cuck.”

Yeosang dropped to the floor and diligently licked where your wetness had pooled on hardwood. The whimpering, eager noises Yeosang was making made you groan. He was so desperate for you, the fact that he would resort to that?...

You felt your skin goosebump and you cried out as your climax hit you. Jongho continued to fuck you through your orgasm, ensuring that more of your cum spilled out from you and onto the floor. “Jong--jongho, too much!” You tapped on his arm and he slowed to a stop but remained inside of you.

Yeosang looked up at you and Jongho, eyes shining with happiness. He stuck his tongue out to show he had licked and swallowed all your cum. He truly was the best husband.

“Pretty?” Jongho wound his arms around you and hugged the air out of you.

“Mmmm,” You contemplated the unspoken question. “Yeosang? How do you feel?”

“More please!” Yeosang said cutely, even though he had just finished licking the floor of your cum and his cock was still raging out of his pants.

The three of you moved to the bedroom made up for all your kinky playing. Yeosang laid down on his back, his hair fanning faintly around his head, like a halo. Jongho instructed you to hover over your husband on your hands and knees, but your head was where Yeosang’s pelvis was and Yeosang’s head had a perfect view of your cunt. You had to fight the urge not to sit on Yeosang’s face.

Jongho was feeling particularly nasty though, you thought. His next set of instructions were to swirl your tongue around the head of Yeosang’s cock but you weren’t allowed to stimulate anything else. Yeosang’s torturous moans must have been like music to Jongho’s ears, because he was once again behind you, hands on hips, fucking you.

Except Jongho wasn’t pounding into you this time. He was slowly pushing into you and pulling out completely, rubbing his head against your folds and then pushing back in. Jongho was playing with every part of your pussy and it had you moaning around the head of Yeosang’s cock.

“If he comes before you do, he has to eat my cum out of your cunt,” Jongho grunted.

“Jongho, that’s not fair!” You protested on your husband's behalf. “Even with the cockring on, you know he’s always quick to come.”

Yeosang moaned under you. “I can do it!”

“Hush, Yeosang, you can’t,” You hissed.

You decided you wanted that scenario more than you needed to breathe so you started to take Yeosang deep in your mouth. Yeosang bucked into your mouth, the feel of the wet warmth too much for him and he came immediately.

Jongho sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t with you two.”

Jongho spread your ass cheeks, with your ass in the air, he fucked you to completion, filling you with the pretty pink, bubblegum flavored cum that came as a custom order for your special android. Yeosang wriggled out from under you, and under Jongho’s watchful eye, he sucked all the cum out of you. You came from the feeling of Yeosang’s tongue probing you for all the cum.

You collapsed heavily on the bed but only made it easy for Jongho to manhandle you onto your back. “Feed it to her, Yeosang. Feed my yummy cum to your wife. Make her full of your cum and mine.”

Yeosang was now the one on his hands and knees, hovering over you. He slanted his lips over yours and fed Jongho’s cum into your mouth. You took everything your husband gave you but also took the time to thoroughly kiss Yeosang. Yeosang was pink with pleasure and you were happy your husband was happy.

Jongho sat on his haunches, watching his owners with a dark gaze. “Can I have a request?”

You and Yeosang exchanged a look. It was rare for Jongho to ask for anything for himself. “ ‘course, bear, anything,” You said.

Jongho looked shy as he said, “When you two make love tomorrow morning, can I watch? I want to see what it looks like when two people that love each other have sex.”

Yeosang squeezed your hand and that was all the answer you needed. “You only had to ask, Jongho.”

thank you @daesukiii for making me obsessed with felching

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