#Senator Theater

[smackedwithamace]

urinetown: the quiz

someone me made a urinetown character quiz. they i said it's currently a wip but is fully takeable! new characters, questions, and images will be added!

LINK

i think it's alright!

[dykepulpfriction]

made a roman senator OC for my roman final. his name is Gaius Julianicus "Mediocris" and he loves caesar so much that when he dies this little guy goes to pompey's """theater""" and stabs himself in front of all the ladies with their tits out. he hates the theater and he loves julius so so much. he comes from a long line of Mediocris <3. he also wants to fuck catullus

[garthnadermemestash]

mitch mcconnell memes

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

senator fipp from urinetown: the musical is transgender (implied)

submitted by @banana-breadses

[combatbootsanddreams]

I want the Jedi temple to have a radio station. Like we know radio stations exist in star wars, we've seen them (ie: In the Rishi station episode) and I think the Jedi should have a local radio station with different Jedi news programs. Whats going on in the senate, new research the medic corps or educorps just came out with. There's a creche hour where the younglings get to write up and present their own stories. Investigative journalism! Fluff pieces about Jedi theater or music or something. Quiz games. There's a shout out every time someone makes it to the rank of knight or master.

When the war starts Jedi flip to the station to hear a reminder of home. Their clone commanders put it on to remind their Jedi to keep up hope, that this is what they're fighting for. The Jedi give the clones a news segment to talk about whatever they want. New trends, armor paint, weapon tips, they have a call in portion and it gets wild---they have to make a rule that you can't call in from an active battlefield.

The rebellion uses the same station numbers for their pirate radio.

[qqueenofhades]

i registered to vote for the first time ( i feel old) now that im an adult but my state has closed primary elections which i was wondering if you have an opinion about. my initial thought was that its bad because i had to register democrat (rather than my states green party which represents my beliefs more) just so i could vote between democrat candidates, which feels like being pressured into supporting the weird pseudo two party system we have. but then i looked it up and apparently a reason for this is so that people from opposing parties wont purposefully mess up the votes just so that their preferred candidates have an easier time winning, and i think that makes sense too. but is that actually the reason theyve closed it or is it just to force us dem/republican?? cause it feels strange

Okay, look. I respect the fact that you're a young person, and I appreciate that you have not only registered to vote, but plan to vote in the primaries, so I don't want to lecture you too much. That said: I am taking you out for coffee, I am sitting you down, I am looking into your eyes, and I am urgently telling you the following:

The Green Party is a scam. It is a scam. It has existed for decades in American politics as an empty shell corporation weaponizing the good intentions of young people like yourself, because all it theoretically stands for "it's good to save the planet maybe." Which is not something that any non-insane person seriously disagrees with, but there is no world in which that cause is actually furthered by registering/voting Green (you mentioned that you did vote for Democrats, which -- good, but listen to me here, youngun, okay?) It ran Jill Stein in 2016 to siphon more votes from HRC, and this election it plans to run Cornel West, a pro-Russian tankie who positively equated Bernie and Trump, as another spoiler candidate. It does not stand for "protecting the planet" or America in any real way. It has never elected a single senator or congressman, let alone a president. It stands for empty performance/grievance political theater by those people who feel too morally superior to vote for/affiliate with Democrats, often because the internet has told them that it's not Cool or Hip or Progressive enough.

If your main priority is climate/the environment, you're doing the right thing by registering as a Democrat and voting for Democrats. (Also: the adjectival form is Democratic. It is the Democratic party and Democratic candidates, otherwise you sound like the Fox News host who wrote a book literally entitled "The Democrat Party Hates America.") They are the only major party who has in fact passed major climate legislation and have made environmental justice a central tenet of their platform. As opposed to the Republicans, whose Project 2025, along with the rest of its nightmare fascist prescriptions, openly pledges to completely wreck existing climate protections and forbid any new ones, just because we weren't all dying fast enough under their death-cult rule already. That's the main logical fallacy I don't get among both the Online Leftists and the American electorate in general: "the Democrats aren't doing quite enough as I'd like, so I'll enable the active wrecking ball insane lunatics to get in power and ruin even the progress we HAVE managed to make!" Like. How does that even make sense?

On a federal level, the Greens have contributed nothing whatsoever of tangible value to American or international climate policy/legislation, environmental justice, or anything else, because as noted, they don't have any elected candidates and mostly focus on drawing voters away from Democrats. There might be plenty of good candidates on the local or city level, which -- great! Vote away for Greens if they're available, or the only other option is a Republican! But on the federal/primary level, please understand: once again, they are a scam. There is no point in affiliating yourself with them. You're welcome to register Green and vote Democratic, if that makes you feel better or if you prefer having another label next to your name, but once again, I'm telling you in my position as a salty Tumblr elder that they have done nothing but harm to the causes they claim to care about, because "environment" is such a nebulous priority and has demonstrably been hijacked to stop the American government entity, i.e. the Democrats, that is actually working to improve on it.

As for your question: nobody is "forcing" or "pressuring" you to vote in primaries. By your own admission, you made a conscious choice to register as a Democrat in order to vote for Democratic candidates. If you were just a regular registered voter of whatever party affiliation, you would vote in the general election for whatever candidate the primary process produced. But if you are sufficiently vested and committed to that process that you would like to have a say in who is running under that party label, it is not unreasonable that you would register as a member of that party. Nobody has twisted your arm behind your back and made you do so; you are taking a considerable level of initiative on your own. Likewise, open primaries can be both a good and bad thing. This falls under the "the political system we have is flawed, but we can't magically pretend it doesn't exist and act according to our own fantasyland versions of reality" thing that I keep saying over and over. So yes, if you want a role in shaping the Democratic candidates who emerge from a Democratic primary process, you will usually register as a Democrat, and nobody has forced you to do that. It's that simple.

Likewise as a general programming note: I'm trying to cut back on politics a bit right now, because I don't have the spoons/bandwidth/mental health to deal with it. I apologize. So if you've sent me a politics-related ask recently and haven't received a response, I'm not deliberately or maliciously ignoring you; I just am not able to handle it as much as usual and will have to put it on pause. However, I feel as if this is important enough to be worth saying, so, yeah.

[absurdthirst]

Dominating the General {Marcus Acacius x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.5k

Warnings: Courtesan Reader, prostitution, dominatrix, dom/sub dynamic, power imbalance, oral sex (female receiving), grinding, cum eating, fingering, praise, punishment, face slapping, controlling an orgasm, after care, cock binding, oral sex (male receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, anal fingering, bondage, cock warming, whipping, anger/frustration, menstrual blood, menstrual cramps, period sex, role reversal

Comments: The weight of Rome weighing on his shoulders, General Marcus Acacius seeks you out. A skilled courtesan with a speciality in taking control and giving pleasure to those who obey. Finding freedom in allowing you to dominate him.

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His stomach churns, in fear or perhaps anticipation, the acid rolling and making his steps slow as he approaches the ornate entrance. There is nothing forbidden or taboo about where he is going. Many men seek entertainment within the carved limestone walls. The pleasure to be had within the bodies of those that work there. He would not be rebuked for seeking out an evening in the most famous brothel in all of Rome. 

Marcus Acacius would be expected to have lovers while he is in the city, resting from his latest conquest and campaigns for the glory of the empire. It would be viewed as unfavorable if he did not seek pleasure. However, only a few, a discreet selection of men who shared his predilections, would ever know why he was seeking out this particular pleasure den out of the many others around the city. Who he was seeking out inside those walls. Senator Crassus had given him the name, assured him of the satisfaction that would be found. Now he simply needs to enter and give the mistress your name. 

The brothel where you live is part bathhouse, part theater and part temple. As large as the Basilica, more ornate than the Pantheon, and more welcoming than the Baths of Diocletian, the brothel was home to hundreds of talented prostitutes. Men of all ages would come to seek solace and entertainment. Whispers of your fame and talents were murmured into ears and many sought and were denied your favors. It is your home and you find amusement in knowing that many important and powerful men bow to your whims and eagerly rush to obey your orders. 

Unlike the other men and women of your brothel, you do not take orders. You give them. You take control and power from men to make them feel weak. You control their pleasure and they shower you with coins and jewelry to do so. You have been proposed to by three senators and have been begged to become a permanent mistress to countless more. Turning them all down because it would give them more power over you than you would want. 

Your name is given by Marcus with a nervous lick of his lips and the madame strides off to inform you of your appointment. "Send him back." You declare, knowing that Marcus will not want to be paraded through the halls. The others who have been paid to keep him company have spoken of his ability to pleasure and you are excited to experience the brave General on his knees for you. Marcus swallows harshly as he walks through the marbled halls, his stomach twisting in anticipation and he finds himself at a door where the madame declares it to be yours. "You may go in." She gestures and walks off, leaving Marcus to take a deep breath for a moment. He inhales and reaches for the metal, pushing the door open to enter your room.

“Stop.” You give him the order the second the door closes behind him. Sitting on the edge of your chair, you watch him freeze. A good sign, one that he could obey orders. “Take off your clothes and come to the center of the room to kneel down.” You are eager to see what the life long soldier’s body looks like. You have heard that he is well endowed and you want to see how long it takes for him to get hard. 

His cock twitches at the mere idea of being naked while you stand there fully clothed. He nods and reaches for the hem of his tunic, not wanting to dress in armor when it's not needed, and he kicks off his sandals before he walks into the center of the room and kneels, his dark eyes focused on the marble floor instead of you, knowing you'll need to give him permission.

“Good boy.” You let him wait for a moment in silence, watching as his cock slowly starts to fill. Hardening and lifting up from his groin. You slowly stand, humming as you take in the broad shoulders, the lines around his eyes and scars that adorn his body. This is a man who has lived many lives, battled for his very soul and now he is yearning to give up control to someone else. To you. “When you are in this room, you are to obey me.” You instruct, your sandals striking against the marble floor as you walk around him, looking at him as if you were inspecting a servant. “If you disobey me one time, you will be punished. Two times, you will be sent away.” You believe in being upfront. “Three times and you will be denied my attentions until I feel you have learned.” 

Marcus lets out a whimper, turned on by hearing the rules. He wants to give control to someone else. He doesn't want to think about anything when he's here. He just wants to follow orders. "Words." You demand and he chokes out, "yes, domina." He hardens when you move to stand in front of him but he keeps his eyes on the floor.

Lifting your leg, you drape it over his shoulder and your gown that is slit down the middle, parts to reveal your cunt to his eyes. “I am going to use your tongue for my pleasure.” You tell him. “Eat my cunt. I want to see how well you can pleasure me.” 

Marcus knows this is a test and he groans, surging forward to slide his tongue through your folds. His tongue flicks over your clit as he closes his eyes and groans at the way you taste.

You are surprised at his eagerness, most powerful men balk at the first true test of giving over control. So used to be the ones to receive pleasure, they are almost shocked to learn that the women they fuck want to have the same. You don’t make a sound, withholding them from Marcus to see how he responds. 

Your moan makes his cock twitch and he resists the urge to touch you, his hands on his thighs as he lets you rock your cunt against his face while his tongue slides into your pussy.

His tongue is quick, he feels the way your thighs tense and shake when you like the flick of his tongue and he repeats the move. He’s a quick learner, making you smile even though he cannot see you. It will be fun to control this one, to see him fall apart for you and give you every piece of him. 

Your moan spurs him on, wanting to make you feel good. He groans into your flesh and hisses at the way your fingers tangle in his hair. It's painful but his cock throbs at the feeling. His nails dig into his flesh as he restrains from touching his cock.

You can tell he wants to touch himself. HIs shoulders are tense and his head jutting forward to busy himself with your cunt. He’s good, obeying your orders and just doing what you tell him too. “You are going to make me cum. Won’t you?” You haven’t decided on a name for him yet, but it will come to you. 

He grunts into your flesh, wordlessly letting you know he will make you cum. That's not good enough and you pull his head back, forcing him to look up at you. His chin is slick, eyes dilated as he looks up at you. His chest heaves and pre-cum drips onto the floor as he whines softly, desperate to be buried back in your cunt.

“Answer me.” You demand again, yanking on his hair hard enough to make him moan again and his cock twitches as it sits neglected. “Yes, domina.” He quickly agrees, trying to nod too, but you are still holding his hair. “Good pet.” You coo mockingly and push his face back into your cunt. “Now do it.” 

Marcus groans, diving back into your folds and he slides his tongue back into your cunt, his nose pressed against your clit as he is desperate to feel and hear you cum for him. His nails scratch his skin as he tries to refrain from touching himself.

You tilt your head back and groan. He is doing a good job and you are impressed with how well he takes orders. Much better than the senators that will come to visit you. It takes another few minutes of his tongue pushing inside you before your stomach clenches, your cunt gushing and soaking his face with your juices. “Good.” You pant. “That’s good.” 

Marcus pulls back, his cock leaking onto the floor and he pants, his eyes hooded in arousal as he looks up at you. “Domina.” He pleads, the sound almost caught in his throat as he waits for your next order. This is what he wanted. To be out of control, to let go for a little while and not be the man in charge.

You reach down, caressing his cheek gently as you pull your leg off his shoulder and press the edge of your sandal against his throbbing cock. “Rub against my foot like a good boy.” You order, tapping his cheek gently. The desperation in his eyes is beautiful.

Most men would say fuck no and demand you get down on your knees to suck their cock but your words make him whine and he is desperate to cum. He groans, rocking his hips down so he can grind against your sandal, his chest heaving with the movements and it doesn’t take long for him to fall apart. He cums on your sandal, dripping down onto the floor as he lets out a loud moan of satisfaction. It’s the best release he’s had in months and he’s not even been inside you yet.

You are surprised that he has cum so quickly, it informs you that Marcus is a man who is very pent up. He has not had a release that he has not been in control of in years, maybe ever. “Now you must clean up your mess.” You tell him, making him frown slightly because he doesn’t understand. “Lick up your spend.” You order, looking down at your cum covered foot.

Marcus’s eyes widen but he doesn’t deny you. He nods, leaning in to start licking at your toes. The salty seed coating his tongue and he doesn’t care about the taste as his dark eyes watch you as he sucks on your toe. He wants to please you so you’ll give him more pleasure.

It’s surprising that he did not protest. Another positive mark for him. “You follow orders well.” You coo, pulling your foot away from his mouth. Your cunt is aching and despite wanting his cock inside you, the first session is never an option. “Now you will stand up and move over to the bed.”

Marcus stumbles to his feet, his cock already hardening again and he looks at you, “how do you want me, domina?” He asks and you smirk, “lay down.” He nods and follows your order, laying down on the bed and he licks his lips, tasting his salty cum lingering but he doesn’t care about that, eager to see what you do next.

You lay down beside him, opening your thighs and the folds of your dress fall open. “You will finger me,” you decide. “I wish to see if your hands only bring destruction or if they can bring pleasure as well.”

His eyes darken as they take in your body, you’re gorgeous and he knows you must have men eating out the palm of your hand. He nods, shifting closer and he slides his hand along your thigh, loving the way you feel as he brings his hand up to slide his fingers through your folds.

You have always enjoyed being touched, being stroked to pleasure. Finding so many men ignorant of how to touch a woman beyond their poor attempts to do just the bare necessities, it is a surprising pleasure to feel how his fingers slide around in a slow circle, not just immediately going to your clit and rubbing furiously. Mapping out your entire sex with his digits and even swiping over the skin between your pussy and your puckered hole before coming back up to make another pass at your clit. “That is not fingering me.” You point out and Marcus ducks his head in acknowledgement. “I was wetting my fingers, domina.” His voice is low, respectful and you hum in approval.

His fingers push into you, obeying your order, and his digits are thick as he pushes two into your wet cunt. He lets out a small groan at how hot and velvety you feel around his fingers and he starts to work them in and out of your cunt.

You watch his brow pull together, furrowed slightly as he pumps his fingers in and out slowly. “Do not think.” You urge him. “I will tell you if I want you to change something. You just feel what you are doing to me.”

Marcus nods and continues to work his fingers in and out of you. He wants you to clamp down on his fingers. He wants to please you. He wants to make you moan his name. He wants to make you want him.

His brow smoothes out and you watch as his shoulders relax. His body responding to not being in charge and letting someone take over again. “Good boy.” You praise, reaching up and caressing his cheek gently.

Your praise makes his cock twitch and he relaxes as you order him to curl his fingers. He follows your demand and you moan when he hits that spot inside you.

Once he has found that spot, it doesn’t take long for you to get worked up. Your thighs might tense and you push your hips down against his fingers. “Do not stop.”

He doesn’t stop. He can’t. He wants to watch you fall apart. His dark eyes on yours as he watches you take what he offers. You moan and the sound is like music to Marcus’s ears. He works his fingers at the same pace, letting you take what you need.

You can feel the brushing of his cock against your leg as he continues to work his fingers inside you. Making you proud that he has not started rutting against you. “Make me cum and I will give you pleasure again.” You promise, reaching out and curling your fingers around his cock and squeezes.

He hisses when you grip his cock and he tries to not thrust into your touch. He knows that wouldn’t please you. He pushes his fingers into you, desperate to feel and hear you cum. “Please, domina.” He begs, wanting you to cum for him, to please you.

His plea throws you over the edge, clamping down on his fingers as you use his name for the first time since he has entered the room. “Marcus!”

He whimpers as he watches you fall apart for him. It’s intoxicating to know he’s pleased you and he is not in control of your pleasure. You are. Your grip tightens on his cock and he bites his lip as he watches you work through your orgasm.

You bat his hand away and push him onto his back after letting go of his cock. Still wearing your dress, you straddle his waist and press the soaking folds of your cunt against the underside of his cock. “I never let a man fuck me our first session.” You admit, caressing his chest. “I am tempted though, so I will pleasure you as closely to being inside me as I can.”

Marcus whines, wishing you would sink down on his cock but the whine is cut short when you slap him. His eyes widen and you grip his chin, “you take what I give you.” You growl and he nods, “yes, domina.” You start to rock against his cock, the feeling making his eyes roll in the back of his head.

You roll your hips expertly, having learned that the wet slide of your folds feels good for a man. Not quite as much as having a wet cunt around him, but it is a good reward for him being good so far. “Pull my dress down and squeeze my tits.”

He follows your order, reaching up to pull your dress down, exposing your tits to his hungry eyes, and he groans at the sight of your breasts. He cups them, his eyes flicking up to yours to make sure it’s okay, and he watches your mouth fall open as you rock on top of him.

This is for your pleasure as much as his. Moaning softly at how good it feels, you cover his hands over your breasts and squeeze harshly, showing him how you like your breasts handled.

He squeezes and kneels your flesh, loving the way you moan and he rocks up against your cunt, wanting more, needing to feel more of you. He’s desperate and he isn’t afraid to show it.

You slap his cheek again, this time a little harder than before and his eyes widen. “Do not move unless I tell you.” You hiss. “Did I tell you to move? Did I say that you could rut against me like a dog?”

“No, domina.” Marcus apologizes quickly and forces his hips back down to the bed. “I am sorry.” 

“You will learn.” You know that he is just starting out and he is very used to having his own way, but he sought you out specifically to give you control. “You will find more pleasure if you obey me.” You coo. “I reward my pets. But I will spank your ass until it is red if you disobey me again tonight, and you will not cum.”

Your words make him twitch against your folds and he’s so close. “Domina. I’m - I’m close.” He warns you, knowing you could punish him if he cums before you want him to. “Please.” He begs, wanting permission.

“It is good you let me know.” You grind down against his cock a little harder and appreciate the way his body seems to tense, trying to hold out for you to give your permission. “You will cum for me now.” You command, reaching between you to massage the head of his cock as it slips out from your folds. “Cum.”

His eyes close as his stomach clenches at your touch. He groans and you grip his chin with your other hand, “look at him. I need you to look at me.” You demand and he struggles but manages to open his eyes just as he cums, he falls apart beneath you, cum spitting against your fingers as he moans.

His cum spurts against his stomach, painting up his chest as he moans again. “Domina.” You hum as you slowly continue to roll your hips, drawing out his pleasure until he is panting.

He feels boneless and he’s not even been inside you. He offers you a lazy smile of appreciation, “thank you, domina.” He murmurs, his eyelashes fluttering as he tries to come back down from Elysian Fields.

You decide that you won’t press him even more, he has performed well for his first time in your rooms. “You rest.” You hum softly, shifting off his lap. “When you are in my care, I will make sure you are cared for properly.”

He frowns, “but you didn’t finish.” He says and you smile, caressing his cheek, “it’s okay. You rest now, General.” You coo and he nods, closing his eyes as he relaxes on your sheets. He barely hears you as you prepare a rag to clean him and he only opens his eyes when you place a cup of wine at his lips, wanting to refresh him. “Thank you, domina.” He murmurs, enjoying the way his mind is peaceful, free of the horrors he experienced in the battlefield.

He ends up falling asleep in your bed and you let him rest. Sleeping for two hours before he wakes to find you sipping a cup of wine and picking a piece of fruit from a tray that had obviously been delivered to the room while he was asleep. “Now you will dress and return to your normal routine.”

Marcus nods, shifting off of the bed and he reaches for his tunic to pull it over his head. He feels almost boneless and he loves it. He slides his feet into his sandals and looks over at you, “thank you, domina. Can I - will you allow me to come back?”

“I will.” You smirk slightly as you watch him regain some of the commanding presence he had shed for you. “I will send word to let you know when I will see you.”

Marcus nods, reaching for your hand to press a kiss to the back of it before he reaches into his pouch to pay you the coins you agreed upon. He sets the coins down on the table next to you and bows his head, “I’ll await your word.” He declares and makes his way out of your rooms, knowing you’ll want some peace.

You stare at the pouch of coins and smile before you reach for it. It seems like Marcus will be a good fit for you, eager to obey and surprisingly good at following orders even though he is used to giving them. It will be interesting to see how he behaves the next time he comes to you.

****

Marcus hasn’t heard from you for several days and it’s making him anxious. He taps his fingers on the table as he waits for your word. He picks up his wine and downs it, his back tense as he needs a release. The emperors have been breathing down his neck, wanting to send him back out to conquer more land but he is pushing back, telling them he needs more time to let his soldiers recuperate.

Knowing that he must be impatient, you finally send a servant to the general’s villa, instructing him to be in your rooms and ready for you in exactly one hour. It’s not a lot of time, and you have done that on purpose.

When Marcus receives word, his cock is already hardening as he thinks of what you’ll do to him this time. He takes his time as he strolls to the brothel, making his way into the back after he gives your name. He stands in your room and he knows what you’ll require. He strips off and kneels down on the floor, waiting for you to return.

This time you are fully nude, coming out of the small room off of your larger bedroom that the wash basin and pot is. Watching him in approval as he waits for you. His cock is already hard and you want to feel him inside you this time. “You were almost late.” You chide. “If you had been, you would not have been allowed in.”

​“I’m sorry, domina. The streets were busy and-” You cut him off, striding over to grab his hair and you tilt his head up to look at you, “no excuses.” You hiss and he twitches at the tinge of pain. “It won’t happen again.” He promises, his dark eyes darkening even more at the way you pull on his hair.

“You like the pain?” You tilt your head and smirk slightly. “Answer me.” You demand and he gulps. “I- I do.” He confesses breathlessly, his cock already leaking. “What else do you like?”

“I like - I like to not think. I don’t want to give orders or make decisions. I like pain that isn’t inflicted on someone else like I have to do in battle. I don’t want to think about anything but how I feel.” He confesses and he keeps his eyes on you.

“Now, was that so hard to confess?” You coo softly, reaching for the soft fabric that is wrapped around your wrist. “Stand for me, and I will give you both pain and pleasure that will have no other thoughts in your head.”

He stands, his head bowed as he waits for your instructions. “You will stand still and you will tell me if you aren’t comfortable. What is your word?” You ask and Marcus says “prohibere.” You coo, “very good.” He nods and you take the fabric in your hand, your eyes on his until you lean towards him.

His cock is already heavy and from the fullness of his balls, he has not sought out anyone or used his hand for pleasure since he had left your rooms days ago. Careful and expertly, you wrap the fabric around his genitals, binding them together and tightening it as you do. Hearing him groan, you look into his eyes. “Too tight?”

He shakes his head, “no. Not too tight. Just- I’ve never had this before.” He confesses, his stomach clenching as he looks down at his bound cock. “Fuck.” He curses softly, “domina.”

“This will aid you to not cum so quickly.” You caress his length and he moans softly. “You can prolong the pleasure, until the point where it aches.”

His eyebrows raise and he’s surprised he’s never heard of this in his travels but he’s intrigued. He nods and you squeeze his cock, making him moan again. “Domina. I need you.” He begs, wanting you to touch him some more. He’s held off all week, not touching himself in anticipation of you.

“Have you cum since the last time you were here?” You ask, smirking when he shakes his head. “Good boy.” You praise, sinking down to your knees to inspect his bound cock, “now I will make you cry out in frustration.”

He looks down at you, inhaling shakily as he struggles to breathe when your hot breath washes over his cock. The head is almost purple and leaking as he watches you kneel before him.

Instead of easing him into the feel of your mouth, you take the entire head into the wet heat immediately. Looking up to see his reaction.

He lets out a whine, his eyes fluttering shut as he rests his chin on his chest. He groans and his hands twitch but he doesn’t touch you. You take his cock deeper into your mouth and a spurt of pre-cum hits your tongue. He’s so worked up and he knows he has to hold back.

You hum around him, feeling his thighs tremble and you know that he is already wanting to cum despite the binding. Still, he will be taken to the edge many times before you finally allow him to cum.

He hisses and his nails dig into his palms as he tries to control himself. It’s so easy to give in to your touch and his cock twitches in your mouth. “Domina.” He whines softly, “I- I can’t.” He chokes, feeling the pressure build.

You pull away, stroking his hip while he pants, trying to calm down. “You can.” You urge. “You will.” It’s not a question of doubt in your mind. He will obey you and last as long as you want him to. “Close your eyes and concentrate on how it feels.”

He breathes through gritted teeth and he nods, inhaling deeply to try and calm down. You give him a moment and you take him back into your mouth, loving the way he groans like he could lose control any second. He squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to concentrate on not spilling into your mouth.

You take your time. Making it gentle this time. Adding another layer to the need that is building inside the general. Wrapping your hands around his body, your nails dig into the meat of his ass as your throat closes around his length.

He chokes on his breath, his fingers flexing as he feels your tight throat squeeze him. “Fuck, domina.” He rasps, his eyes still squeezed shut and he starts to count, wanting to be good for you.

You work his cock until his knees nearly buckle and then you pull back again. Your fingers slowly stroke between his hip and cock, waiting for him to calm down again. “Do you feel how heavy you feel? The ache in your limbs?”

He nods, “yes, domina. I feel like marble.” He confesses, inhaling deeply and trying to calm himself down so he doesn’t disappoint you. He wants to please you, to see that beautiful smile on your face when he follows your orders.

“Good.” You reach up and squeeze his hip. “You are doing well. You are following my orders perfectly.” He stiffens slightly under your praise and you smirk at how eager he is for it. “Now we will make your knees weak and your body beg for more.”

He groans, nodding with a plea in his eyes as you take him into your mouth again. He pants, feeling relieved at the wet heat of your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. “Domina.” He murmurs, “feels so good.”

You hum around him, wanting to hear his sounds of pleasure and see him weak for your attention. Your tongue flutters against the base of his cock and you can feel the way that he wants to thrust into your mouth, the way he holds himself back.

He’s trying so hard to control himself and he clenches his fists, trying to control himself as you rock your jaw on his cock. “Fuck.” He hisses, trying to control himself, to be good for you.

​​This time, he’s worked up so quickly you have to jerk your mouth back when you feel the vein of his cock start to pulse. Hearing him whimper and you reach up to squeeze his balls gently. “Not yet.” You remind him. “You must take what I give you.”

He whimpers but he nods, knowing he needs to obey but gods, it’s hard to resist the urge to cum. “Yes, domina. Whatever you want.” He promises and you squeeze his balls again.

His eyes close and he moans softly, his cock weeping. He already looks wrecked, starting to sweat from the effort he is putting into holding himself back. “Good boy.” You murmur softly, leaning forward and running your tongue over the soft, full sacs beneath his cock.

He loves the way you praise him and that makes the pain of withholding his release worth it. He loves to please you, hear you praise him. You slide your tongue along his thigh as you give him a little time to calm down, and you squeeze his ass in your hands.

“Have you ever had someone put their fingers inside you? Fuck you?” You ask, knowing that some of the senators you have entertained have and some think that it’s unnatural. You don’t claim to judge but most men seem to like it if done properly.

He shakes his head, “no. No I haven’t but - but I’ve thought about it.” He confesses, “I’ve heard others talk about it and I wouldn’t mind - if it pleases my domina.” He says, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Then we will see how you enjoy my fingers inside you.” You lean back from his body and stand. “Lay down on the bed.”

He nods, following your order as he makes his way over to the bed and lays down, his bound cock aching for you, for release, but his mind is blissfully empty as he waits for your touch.

The general is still, awaiting your orders as you move over to the small table where your perfumes and oils are kept. Selecting a costly vial and smirking as you walk over to the bed. “One day I will tie you to it.” You decide. “You would look good in bonds.”

He lets out a groan of approval at that, imagining being completely at your mercy. “Please, domina.” He isn’t too proud to beg as he awaits your movements, praying you let him find some kind of release when he’s so pent up. “I can be good.” He promises, keeping his hands above his head.

You hum and kneel on the bed. Watching as his chest heaves. “You will tell me if you do not like it.” You order, pushing his legs up and apart so you can see his puckered hole.

He lifts his legs higher, his stomach twisting with nerves and arousal as you slide your fingers across the puckered hole, coating it with the oil that makes him sliver slightly and he groans, “domina.”

You don't just push your fingers inside him, it's a slow process. Working the tip of your finger in and watching the myriad of emotions race across his face as his cock throbs and his body tries not to tense. "Relax." You soothe softly. "Just let me play with your body, you are my toy."

He inhales deeply, trying to relax as you work his puckered hole open. No one has touched him there so he’s tense but you push your finger a little deeper and his mouth falls open as he starts to enjoy the feeling. Your voice is soothing and he wants to be good for you.

You can feel how uncomfortable he is, but you decide to see how far he will hold against the new sensations mixed with the familiar so you lean forward to take him back into your mouth. Slowly pumping your finger deeper until it is all the way in and his hole is trembling around it.

He throws his head back against the sheets, eyes closed as you take him into your mouth and he hisses when you hollow your cheeks. “Fuck.” He curses, his fingers gripping the sheets as your finger works in and out of his ass.

You watch the way that he vibrates with need. The desperate whine that comes out of his chest. He can think of nothing but you and what you are doing to him, exactly what you want for him and what he needs. You hollow your cheeks and make your palette as soft as you can for him, caressing his cock lovingly.

He pants, getting closer and closer and you are winding him up. His stomach twists and he whines, knowing he cannot cum until you allow it. “Domina. I’m - I’m so close.” He confesses, almost chokes out as he clings to the bed sheets.

You stop moving your finger and pull your mouth away. “Calm yourself.” You urge him softly. “You can take more. I know you can. It feels almost blissful, does it not? The need that claws at you, consumes you so you are only thinking of that pleasure. It will be so sweet when you cum.”

He nods, a little desperate but he’s eager to obey you. He chokes as he tries to breathe and you look up at him, “do you want to use your safe word?” You ask and he shakes his head, “I’m okay. Just - allow me a moment to control myself.”

You nod, holding still and you don't touch him beyond your finger. Knowing that it would be cruel to push him past his breaking point when it would lead him to failing your orders. Your other hand brushes over his stomach gently, squeezing his hip in encouragement.

He manages to get his breathing under control. His cock still throbbing but no longer on the brink and the binds keep him from spilling without permission. He sighs, “I’m okay, domina.” He murmurs, looking down at you as he lifts his head.

You watch him carefully, giving him another moment before you decide to start pumping your finger again. The reaction is instantaneous, his thighs clenching slightly and his fingers curling into the sheets again as he moans. "Good boy." You lower your head and take him back into your mouth again, knowing this time you will release the bindings and let him cum into your mouth.

You work him up quickly and his cock twitches in your mouth. You press your finger into his prostate and he gasps, his legs jerking in surprise at the sensation. “Fuck. I need - please, domina. I’ve been good.” He pleads, choking on his breath.

Letting go of his hip, you unwind the binding from around his cock, hearing the filthy, breathless groan. You hum and suck harder around him before you pull away long enough to give him an order. "Cum." You demand before you are swallowing his cock down again.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for him to find his release. He lets out a whine and squeezes his eyes shut as he falls apart for you. He lets out a loud groan as he starts to cum, hot spurts of seed hitting your tongue and the back of your throat as he swears he blacks out. His mind is completely empty except for how this feels. How you’ve made him feel.

You work him through it. Curling your finger deep and pressing against his prostate. Drinking him down and making sure that his cock pulses deliciously. Until his moan is one of soft protest and overstimulation. Making you hum and pull away to watch his hazy bliss.

He pants, relaxing into the bed beneath him as his cock starts to soften against his belly. He offers you a lazy smile as you slowly pull your finger from inside him. “That was…incredible.” He rasps, his eyelashes fluttering until he focuses on you, “how can I please you?”

You are impressed that he would wish to pleasure you. You slide off the bed and walk over to the table to pour a cup of wine. “I will ride you next time.” You promise. “This time you have been used hard. You need to rest.”

Marcus pouts but doesn't argue, he knows you'll punish him if he disobeys. He takes the cup of wine from your hand after he sits up, his body boneless from the pleasure and he loves how relaxed he feels. "Do you, uh, take care of yourself after?"

“Sometimes.” You smirk as you walk over to the little room to grab a cloth. “Or I will wait until I am entertaining again.” You wet it in the bowl and come back out to clean him up. “I think you will sleep deep tonight.”

Marcus hums, wishing he could make you fall apart on his tongue but he isn't in authority to demand you sit on his face. "I wouldn't mind watching." He smirks, unable to help himself as he allows his authority to leak through the submissive nature he's embracing.

Your brow lifts in amusement that he would voice such a want. "You like watching, general?" Your session is over and you are caring for him now, so the conversation can be more casual than before. "Perhaps you would enjoy being tied up so you could not touch yourself and watch as other's fuck?"

He smirks, regaining his normally cocky nature, “I meant watching you. I wouldn’t mind being tied up to watch you touch yourself. Or to watch but I’ve never really watched other than in whorehouses before I found my own company.” He admits, looking at you and admiring your profile.

You bring the cloth over and kneel on the bed so you can clean him up. Pushing his thighs apart again so you can see what you are doing. "I will consider it." You hum as you slip the cloth through his cheeks and smirk when he shivers. "Did you enjoy yourself this session?"

Marcus nods, “yes, domina.” You reach out to caress his cheek after you clean him up and he offers you a soft smile. “When can I come back?” He asks, eager to be inside you for the first time in the next session.

He is eager, and that speaks well for him. "Two days." You decide, striking slightly. "You are not touch yourself or find relief in another." You tilt your head to the side and reconsider. "If you touch yourself, you can only finger yourself, do not touch your cock, and do not cum." You order.

He nods, not wanting to disobey you, “yes domina.” He shifts off of the bed, grunting as his body is relaxed and he reaches for his tunic after he sets the cup of wine down on the side. “Thank you.” He says and he smiles at you, feeling almost giddy as the pressures of the world outside your door haven’t hit him yet.

You nod, aware that outside of this room, his social standing is much higher than yours. "Two days." You remind him, ignoring the curling in your stomach, the anticipation of experiencing his skills as a lover.

“Two days.” He agrees and he reaches for his pouch to fetch the coins he owes you. You are his new addiction. The way you make his mind go blank to the pleasure has him ready to come back to your rooms as soon as possible.

****

He is so eager for your attention that he shows up early. You are not ready when the servant brings him to your door and you smirk to yourself when you see that he is already naked and on his knees, his cock hard and jutting up proudly from his lap. "You are eager to please today." You comment, wrapped in a thin robe and your feet bare. Your hair is not styled and you have none of the perfumes or oils on your skin like you would normally have. Fresh from your bath, you are as you prefer to be when you are not entertaining.

You look fresh and clean and that makes Marcus’s mouth water. “I am. I have not touched myself.” He promises, his cock twitching and his balls heavy as he thinks about being inside you. He’s thought about it many times and he’s eager to experience you.

Nodding, you motion to the bed. "Lay down, I will tie you up and then you will watch as I oil my skin." You smirk. "In your eagerness, I was not quite ready for you."

“I don’t care about the oil. I want you as you are.” He declares, “I will take what you give me.” He promises, “and I don’t want to wait.” He confesses, “I need you, domina.”

You should deny him, but there is something earnest and raw about being willing to take you without the trappings of being an expensive courtesan. His eyes are lowered, but his mouth is pulled hopefully. "Go lay down." You order again, deciding that you will tie him up before you let him know your decision.

He obeys, standing and making his way over to the bed to lay down. His cock resting on his lower stomach as he waits for your next move. His heart is pounding and he’s ready for you to touch him but he has to be patient.

You walk over to a chest that you keep your binds in, opening it and choosing ones that are both strong and gentle on his skin. While you know he wears wrist braces and that would hide any abrasions on his skin, you don't want anything that would remind him of war and the brutality of it. "You are so good for me." You coo, bringing them over and starting with his ankles.

Marcus’s cock twitches in anticipation as you start to bind his ankle and he rests his head on the sheets, closing his eyes as he relinquishes control to you. He sighs and opens his eyes when you work on his wrists. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods, “words.” You remind him and he says “yes, domina.”

Once you have him secure, you strip off your robe, leaving yourself nude and completely unadorned. Joining him on the bed and straddling his waist so your cunt is resting against his belly. Marcus inhales and you smirk, reaching behind you to wrap your fingers around his cock. "I think I will hold your cock inside me while I pleasure myself." You coo.

Marcus nods, wanting to please you, “yes domina. Use me.” He groans when you start to pump him and you shift your hips back, letting the head of his cock slide through your folds. You’re already so wet and he groans, fists clenched in the binds.

You take your time, slowly sinking down on him and watching as his breath catches. "Breathe." You instruct, pulling off of him slightly. "Feel my cunt. Close your eyes and feel how I am surrounding you."

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he feels your hot, wet cunt surround his aching cock. He groans and his fingers flex as he tries to revel in the feel of you around him.

When you are finally seated fully on his cock, you lean down and tap his cheek gently. "Open your eyes now." You command softly. "Watch as I touch myself."

He opens his eyes, watching you with bated breath as your hand slides down to the thatch of curls at the apex of your thighs, you’re so hot around him and he exhales shakily, trying to move his legs but he’s bound.

One hand is sliding between your folds and the other is cupping your breast. "Have you ever watched someone like this?" You ask breathlessly.

He shakes his head, “no. Never like this.” He’s had several lovers and too many whores to count and he’d never watched any of them touch themselves. He was too proactive as a lover.

You don't roll your hips, but your walls do squeeze him when you rub your clit. Making him bite his lip and you grin when you pinch your nipple and moan softly. "So you will see how you enjoy it. Thinking of nothing but my cunt around you, using you to fill me up while I pleasure myself."

He groans, watching you rub your clit, and he aches to touch you. His brow furrowed as he watches you, “fuck, domina. You look so good like this.” He admits, biting his lip as he watches with hungry eyes.

You chuckle quietly, watching his fingers flex. You can hear the frustration in his voice. “You would touch me, wouldn’t you?” You ask mockingly. “If you were not tied up. You would treat me as if I was any other whore in this brothel.” You pinch your nipple again. “But you cannot because I control your pleasure.”

He whines, “I would. I’d roll you over and fuck you so hard you’d struggle to take another man for days.” He confesses, his neck tense, “and you’d love it. You’d give up control. You’ve submit to me.” He growls, his frustration making him dominant even though he’s here to get away from that.

You drop your hand from your chest and reach for his own nipple. Pinching it and twisting it harshly. "No, you wouldn't." You smirk, listening to him hiss in pain. "Not now, because I am the one making you submit."

He groans, twitching inside you. “Yes, domina.” He submits again, his fingers flexing against the binds. “I- I’m sorry.” He gasps, “domina.” He loves the way you pinch his nipple again.

"Good boy." You coo mockingly. "The poor general thought he was in charge." You chuckle, pinching his other nipple before you take away that obvious pleasure and go back to pleasuring yourself.

Marcus groans, his eyes darkening as he watches you rub your clit and you clench around him. He hisses, “domina” knowing you are going to tease him until he’s begging.

You narrow your eyes slightly at his tone but you continue to touch yourself. It takes a lot of restraint to keep from bouncing on his cock, it's thick and fills you perfectly. Instead of grinding down on him, you hold still, rubbing your clit and biting your lip as you moan.

Marcus watches, all he can do is watch, and he twitches inside you. You feel molten around him and it’s getting harder to resist jerking his hips up into you as you remain still except for your walls fluttering around his length.

You can tell how tense he is, poised to move and the only thing keeping him from doing so is because you have ordered him not to. "Your cock feels good." You praise.

He pants, watching you as you palm your breast and rub your clit. “Fuck.” He curses, knowing he’s going to struggle to keep from thrusting up into you. He watches as you throw your head back, your fingers rubbing your clit a little faster, and when you clamp down on his cock, he can’t stop himself. He spills into your fluttering cunt, a strangled groan escaping his lips as he falls apart without permission.

Your eyes widen when you feel his seed flooding your womb. Hissing because you had not given him permission to cum, you pull off his cock. "You should not have done that." You warn. "Now you will be punished."

He doesn’t have time to enjoy his orgasm as you are soon reaching to unbind his ankles, twisting him onto his stomach so his arms are crossed. “I’m sorry, domina.” He chokes out, knowing you aren’t happy with him.

"You are not sorry yet." You promise, climbing off the bed and walking back over to the trunk to pull out a long and thin whip. "Soon you will be."

His eyes widen at the sight of the week and you pause, “safe word?” You ask and he shakes his head, “n-no. Keep going.” He swallows harshly in anticipation and nerves but he is here to see what you can do to him and that includes punishment.

You smirk slightly, tapping the whip against your palm as you look at him. "Now, I know that you are used to pain, so I am sure that it will take quite a while to get my point across. Do not muffle your sounds." You order right before you draw the whip back and bring it down on his ass.

He hisses but it’s not as painful as he thought it would be. He’s been stabbed and punched and cut so the whip isn’t hurting as much as being stabbed with a knife or a sword. Still, being so vulnerable, the whip makes him jerk when it comes down on his ass again.

You pull your hand back again and again, bringing down the whip against his flesh. Watching the welts raise and the reddening of his skin as you punish him for cumming without permission.

He pants, the pain surging through him but his cock is already hardening again. He cries out when you whip him again. "I'm sorry, domina. I'm sorry." He chokes, knowing his apologies won't mean anything to you.

You grunt, knowing that you should pull your punishment after a few more licks. Despite it being a punishment, you don’t want to cause any lasting pain to the general. “You spilled your seed without permission.” You remind him. “Without warning.”

He gasps, "I'm sorry, domina. Let me - please. I want to make it up to you. Tell me how I can make it right." He begs, his cock hard against the bed and he whines when you drop the whip after a few more licks.

You roll him back onto his back and smirk. “You will eat your seed out of my cunt.” You decide, straddling his chest. “You ruined my pleasure and made a mess.” Your fingers tangle into his hair and you pull his head up slightly to make him moan. “Now you will clean it up.”

He nods, knowing he needs to repent for his punishment and he moans when you tug on his hair again as you lift your hips and shuffle up until your creamy cunt is hovering over his face. "I'm sorry, domina." He murmurs as he tilts his head when you start to lower onto his face.

The first swipe of his tongue is tentative, almost apologetic as he carves a path through your folds. Your fingers tighten in his hair. “You can do better than that.”

He hisses when you tug on his hair and you lower your hips a little more to almost smother him. He slides his tongue through your folds and flicks over your clit, groaning at the taste of his cum mixed with your arousal.

You grind against his face, setting the pace and forcing him to keep up with you. His tongue flicks over your clit before he dips into your cunt and you moan, starting to forgive him after his mistake. “You just could not help yourself, is that it? My cunt too tight for you to hold yourself back?”

He groans into your flesh, “domina.” His tongue curls as deep as it can go, pushing his nose against your clit, and he wishes he could touch you, squeeze your breast or grab your ass but all he can do is let you rock down onto him.

You ride his face, not caring if his cock is already hard against his belly again. You won't let him cum again this session since he had disobeyed your instructions. Now you throw your head back and moan, using his mouth for your own pleasure and having no issue with it.

Marcus loves how you grind down onto his face, making his cock twitch but he knows you won’t let him cum again. He already knows you will continue to punish him by creaming over his tongue then sending him away. The thought makes pre-cum leak from the purple head of his cock.

Your cunt is soaked with his saliva and from the slick he causes as his tongue laps inside you. He has thrown himself into the task, trying to absolve himself of his sin through his tongue. Turning ravenous as he groans into your folds and pleads for you to cum for him. You close your eyes, enjoying the scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin and whimper softly.

Marcus needs you to cum. He wants to feel it. He wants to hear it. He loves the way you grind down onto his face and he tilts his chin so you can get more friction while his nose presses against the clit while his tongue pushes deep.

“That’s it.” You moan, close to cumming now. “Use your tongue.” You close your eyes and pinch both your nipples before you cum with a cry of bliss. Feeling the wetness of your pleasure soaking his face as you grind down harder on his tongue to ride it out. “Fuck.”

Marcus eagerly laps up everything you give him, a groan vibrating through you as he enjoys the tang of your cum on his taste buds. His fingers flex with the need to touch you but he can't move so all he can do is lay and wait for you to move off of him.

You pull your cunt away and shift off of him. “You did well, this time.” You reach out and tap his cheek lightly. “Do not do it again.” You warn him.

Marcus nods, "yes, domina." He promises but he must admit that he didn't hate the punishment. He's still rock hard and aching but he knows he cannot touch himself without your permission.

You untie Marcus before you clean him up. Feeling his cock throb as you run the rag over him. “Go.” You dismiss him. “I have other things to attend to.”

He frowns at your dismissal but nods, shifting off the bed and he grabs his tunic, pulling it over his head. It tents as he slides his sandals on and reaches for his pouch to set the coins down on the table for you. “Thank you, domina.” He bows his head and makes his way out of your rooms, his cock thankfully softening before he’s back out on the streets.

****

You let a week go by without sending word to Marcus Acacius. He has sent servants with gifts and flowers, hoping to soften you to forgive him. You are not angry with him, but it is amusing to see the general slowly start to lose his patience.

Marcus grunts, swinging his sword at his opponent. Since you have neglected to invite him into your rooms, he has buried himself in training and he is getting tense. He needs a release and he hasn't touched himself since he left your rooms. He growls as he swings his sword and his opponent surrenders. "General, you are vicious. You are...wound up. Go fuck a whore or take a bath." His sparring partner demands and Marcus sniffs, rubbing his nose as he feels ready to pounce. He grunts and nods, setting his sword on the stand before he stalks out of the gardens, making his way to the brothel. He strides up to the madame and demands to see you. "She has not called for you." She tilts her head and Marcus hisses, "I do not care. Tell her I am here."

You were resting when there is a knock on your door. “I am not to be disturbed.” You remind whoever is beyond the door, your monthly flow making you unusually tired and the pains in your stomach only good for knowing that you were not carrying a child.

Marcus clenches his jaw when the Madame comes back to inform him that you are indisposed. “Does she have company?” He asks and the Madame sighs, “well no, but-” She doesn’t get to finish before Marcus is striding past her down the hall to your rooms. He opens your door and barges in, his chest heaving.

You shoot up from your comfortable position on the bed, frowning when you see an agitated Marcus in your doorway. “What are you doing here, General?” You demand. “I have not sent for you.”

“I cannot wait any longer. I haven’t heard from you for days. I- I need release.” He growls, pacing your room after the door slams behind him. He’s hard and aching but he won’t take what you won’t give him. He has never been that kind of man.

Your anger that he has burst into your room subsides slightly and you lean back, watching him prowl like a caged animal. He is a warrior and despite that, he has not approached you. “And why do you think that is?” You ask.

Marcus’s chest heaves, “because it’s been too fucking long and I- I have been training and I need to let out some of this - fuck!” He hisses, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead, “domina.” He murmurs, turning towards you with his head bowed, “please.”

You should turn him away. You should deny him. Or punish him, but his plea is stressed, his entire body is tense. A man who is pushed to the limits of his restraint. “I am bleeding.” You wince as you move, standing up from the bed. “That is why you have not been summoned. I have entertained no one.”

He feels a bit foolish now he knows the reason why you haven’t sent for him. “My apologies, domina.” He bows his head despite his shoulders being tense and he struggles to contain the pressure that’s built up inside him from a lack of release.

You can see his struggle. “I can offer you relief.” You like Marcus, even if he had broken the rules your last time together. “You can fuck me, even if I am bleeding.” You offer. “Or I can send for another one of the girls to have you fuck under my instruction.”

He shakes his head. He wants you and he voices that gruffly. You nod and he swallows, his throat dry as you shift towards him. “How can I have you, domina?” He asks softly, his hands still by his side.

“This one time, I will allow you to take me as you wish.” You decide. Your stomach is cramping and pleasure would ease the ache, although most men do not wish to fuck a woman who is bleeding. Perhaps because he has lived his life soaked in blood, he does not mind it.

Marcus’s cock twitches and he reaches for you, pulling you into his chest as he cups the back of your neck and presses his lips to yours. He’s hungry for you. He groans into your mouth, his tongue tangling against yours and his hands grip your ass, pulling you against his hardening cock.

This version of Marcus is aggressive, taking charge. You yield to him, letting him grind against you and pull you towards the bed. He’s impatient, you can tell that and one hand moves from your ass to start pulling off the loose robe you are wearing.

Marcus groans, sliding the robe off your shoulders, and he loves the exposed flesh, immediately leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth. He loves how sensitive you are as he bites down on the bud.

You cry out at the sharp pain. Your body is always more sensitive during your monthly bleeding. You don’t mind it though. “You seem to be eager, general.”

Marcus groans at the way you arch into his touch, pulling back so he can look at you. “I have missed your body. I have missed you.” He confesses, “domina, let me take you as you are.” He pleads, kissing up your chest to press kisses to your neck.

You are surprised by his confession, sure that you would never hear such a thing from a man like Marcus Acacius. Missing your attention, your body, but never just missing you. “Do with me what you want.” You assure him. “Just do not be too rough.”

He leans in to press his lips to yours again, guiding you back towards the bed to lay you down. His hands slide down your waist, squeezing your ass as he lifts you onto the bed. When you are spread out on the bed, blood between your thighs, he watches you with hungry eyes as he starts to strip off.

You don’t have any shame because of your blood, it is natural and it doesn’t take away from the way his cock is tenting his tunic until he rips it off. It is heavy, already leaking and you believe him when he says that he has not touched himself. “How will you take me?”

Marcus grunts, “on your back.” He demands and he grabs your ass, lowering you back onto the bed. He is eager for you, pressing his cock against your thigh as he kneels on the edge of the bed.

His fingers don't come between your thighs, but you don't expect it. He spits in his hand and smears it on his cock, pumping himself with a groan before he is notching his cock at your entrance. "Fuck me, general." You can't help but order him again, giving him permission to take what he needs from you just this once.

He groans as he starts to push into you. His eyes fluttering closed as he enjoys the feel of your walls gripping him. It’s so wet when your arousal combines with your blood and he clenches his jaw. He’s been so pent up, needing release only you can offer him. “So good, domina.” He groans as he opens his eyes to look at you.

You soak up the praise, knowing that he will be quick this time. Perhaps even needing more than one release before he is satisfied. The feeling of his cock inside you helps the ache already, making you moan softly.

Marcus groans, his fingers caressing your sides as he looms over you. His dark eyes narrow in concentration as he starts to rock into you, his hips pressing against your ass as he takes you without you being in charge of his pleasure.

You murmur your name, giving him permission to use it instead of domina this time. “Marcus.” You groan, closing your eyes and feeling him push deep.

He loves your name, moaning it as he grips your thighs, pushing them back towards your stomach and he looks down at his cock between your thighs. His length is bloody as he rocks in and out of you and he isn't bothered by the blood. He's seen gore beyond anyone's imagination on the battlefield. His hands slide up you cup your breasts, not squeezing, just liking the weight in his hands.

You are thankful that he doesn’t squeeze your tits, they are always sore when you are bleeding, although the feeling of his hands on them makes you moan. “Your cock-“ you pant. “It feels so good.” The normal relationship has been put aside for now, so you can praise him how you wish.

He groans at the praise, cock twitching inside you as he pushes deep. The linen sheets beneath you are ruined with blood but he doesn’t care as he pushes into you over and over. He leans down to press his lips to yours, shifting to support his weight on his forearms so he can slide his tongue into your mouth.

This is the first kiss you’ve shared during sex. It’s surprisingly passionate, gentle as his tongue moves against yours and he tastes the wine you had to ease your cramps. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and anchor yourself to him.

He isn’t as rough as he thought he would be, considering how pent up he’s been, and he slides his tongue against yours, rocking into you and loving the way you cling to him. It’s not emotional but it’s not without weight. He groans and kisses along your jaw, “so fucking hot.” He hisses when your walls clench around his bloodied length.

You chuckle softly. "You are just happy to have a cunt to use." You tease, even though he could have taken another to bed with your permission and still he chose you. "What do you do when you are at camp?" You demand. "What will you do when my attention is not an option?"

Marcus sighs, “I haven’t really thought about it. I do not wish to return to war but I have no choice. The emperors demand it of me.” He admits as he slows his pace. “Unless you come with me.” He suggests between kisses he places on your neck.

Your eyes widen when he voices that. Leave Rome? Become a camp whore for the men? Or would he want you for himself? You choke out a sound of surprise.

“I want you to be my mistress.” He confirms, “you will be protected as mine. I want you to be with me during my battles.” He declares against your skin.

A mistress. Many men had begged you to become their mistress. Promising you elevated status and riches beyond what you could imagine. Marcus is not promising you any of those things. He is greedy. Wanting you with him to see to his needs while he battles for Rome. To be the comfort he craves when he is away from the excess of the capital. You stroke his back and groan. "You would have me lounge in your tent until you return to fuck me as you wish?"

“I would wish for you to remain in my tent and wait for me to return from battle before you took control of me, allowing me to forget the battle, forget anything but the feel of your touch as you control my pleasure.” He confesses, his hand sliding down to your thigh, squeezing it after he shifts his weight onto one elbow.

So you would still be in control over him. The idea is intriguing and you hum before you feel him lift your leg onto his hip. "I would make you forget everything. Every swing of your blade or scream of pain." You promise softly.

He groans, pulling out of you. Blood straining his cock as he shifts to lay down on the bed and he grabs your hips to pull you onto his lap. “I want you to ride me. I want you to give yourself pleasure from my cock.”

You know that you shouldn't. You should make him do all the work, but you enjoy riding. It's easy to slip him back inside your cunt and you moan softly. "I am surprised that you have not cum already." You tease, smirking before you pinch his nipple.

He groans, “need you to tell me when I can fill you up. I love it when you control my pleasure.” He confesses, his hands reaching for your waist to caress your skin.

You smirk and lean down to kiss him, biting his bottom lip when you pull away and he twitches violently inside you. Making him groan your name in a plea to have mercy on him. "The general will be moaning in surrender a lot then." You promise, grinding down on his length and enjoying the way he chases away the ache that comes with your bleeding.

You grind down and his chest heaves as he watches you. His hands sliding down to caress your thighs, enjoying the way you rock on top of him. He’s happy he can touch you, watch you as you work yourself closer to your peak.

You lose yourself in the sensation, leaning back and closing your eyes as you bounce on his cock. Despite you taking no clients during your bleeding, you enjoy sex like this. Finding it refreshing that he is not disturbed by your body's natural flow. "Fuck, Marcus." You whine, leading down and pressing your lips to his again. "So close."

Marcus groans into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands find your ass. He squeezes the flesh and helps you rock a little harder on top of him. “Cum for me, puella.” He demands, wanting to feel you clamp down on his cock.

You bite his chin and grind down harder on his cock, a few more rolls of your hips throws you over the edge. Making you cry out in pleasure. “Marcus!” You clench down around him and shake.

He groans as you rock down onto him, squeezing him in your walls. “Fuck, you’re - shit - you’re going to make me cum.” He admits, it’s been too long since he had a release and he’s throbbing when you gush around his length.

You stop moving and he huffs but he does not say anything. “Fuck me.” You order, and you drag him down with you as you fall back onto the bed. “Show me how you would fuck me if I were just another whore.” 

He grunts as he adjusts his weight over you and he starts to move inside you. His hips hit your ass as he pushes your thighs back towards your stomach and he groans as he starts to fuck you hard and fast.

Your stomach heaves as you try to breathe, your fingers twisting in the sheets as you whimper. He’s good at fucking you, his hips pushing in desperation. “Fuck, that’s good. Cum for me. Fill me up.”

Marcus can't hold back any longer. He hisses as he pushes deep, a loud groan of your name escaping his lips as he pulses, painting your walls with his hot seed.

He drops his head to your chest and you him, stroking his back as he fills you with hot ropes of cum. Letting him ride out his pleasure and enjoying the way that he trembles over you. It’s rare you let a client fuck you this way and it had been good.

He kisses along your jaw, enjoying the way you feel around him while his cock twitches as he rides his high. He sighs, "you are incredible."

You smile, relaxing into the bed. “That is all part of my appeal.” You remind him, although you are a bit more gentle with him, reaching up and running your fingers through his curls.

He smiles against your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he shifts to pull out of you. He looks down at the mess between your legs and the crumpled linen, "we made a mess." He chuckles and you snort, "You mean you did." He shrugs, unable to feel bad for that but he shifts off the bed, making his way over to the water bowl to wet the rag so he can clean you up.

It’s rare that you let a man care for you, but this time, you let Marcus clean you up. “The sheets are ruined.” Marcus hums, the blood streaked on the linens. “They will be changed.” You wave away the sentiment. “They are ones that I always use when I bleed.”

Marcus nods, knowing you are in control again. This is your room and so he picks up his tunic, ready to be sent on his way after he’s paid his coin. “I am leaving in three days time. The emperors’ wish for me to conquer more lands in their name. That’s why - why I was so pent up.” He confesses and he’s loath to leave Rome so soon when he longs to stay and relax, lose himself in you.

You bite your lip and move to the edge of the bed, still naked and you watch as he dresses. “Did you give me an honest offer?” You ask quietly, not as composed as you might appear. “About joining you as your mistress?”

Marcus turns to look at you once he’s dressed and he nods, “yes. You’d be mine and only mine. You’d want for nothing. I just…I cannot return to the battlefield without something…someone to give me hope, to motivate me to return.”

You look around the rooms that you have called home for many years. Weighing your options seriously before you look back at him. “I accept.”

His eyes widen before a surprised smile appears on his face, certain that you were going to say no. He surges forward and cups your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours. “You shall want for nothing.” He promises, “I’ll come find you in three days' time. I have much to prepare for my absence in Rome.” He informs you, “prepare yourself and be ready, amor.”

His stride is sure and proud as he walks out of your rooms, the confident gait of a man who has tasks to accomplish. You will be ready for him in three days time as he wishes, packed and will travel around the world with him and his army. He is important to Rome and her emperors, and you will make sure that he is well rested and prepared for battle.

[thoodleoo]

roman senator leaving the theater of pompey on march 15th 44 bc: this really couldve been an email

[mochifiction]

I Saw Transformers One Early Last Week. Let’s Talk About It!!! (SPOILER FREE)

EXPECTATIONS

I’m going to be honest, I had very very low expectations for this movie for a multitude of reasons. The first was the cast, particularly choosing celebrity hires instead of professional voice actors for a franchise where dialogue delivery means SO MUCH historically and the present. I like Chris Hemsworth, I do, but I am so attached to Orion Pax that I did NOT see him as someone fit for the role. I was also afraid of it becoming a WFC situation where the VA tries TOO HARD to be Peter Cullen. I am also a huge fan of Elita One, and Scarlett Johansson was not my first choice by any means. The one thing giving me hope was the fact that Scarlett and Chris interact SO WELL in their films together and in press releases and they do give off that Orion and Elita energy sometimes. Regardless, I was skeptical.

Now for the big thing: I was very nervous how they were going to handle the politics and the buildup that leads to Megatronus and Orion’s separation. It is no secret that Pre-War Cybertron in many continuities begins with a very corrupt and fascist Senate. Corrupted Senators, capitalistic manipulation and unethical abuse, dehumanization, corporal punishment, you name it, Cybertron had it. The concepts of functionalism, shadowplay, mnemosurgery, and empurata also come to mind. It is also no secret that the United States is on the brink of total fascism. A lot of Pre-War Cybertron’s themes, particularly the Decepticon cause in its early days as a movement, emphasized the elimination of the oppressive regime and reconstruction with an end to the very infrastructure that caused class division and brutalization of Cybertronian bodies. Not only this, but Megatronus and Orion’s schism often comes because of class, particularly privilege and lack thereof, which is something that often happens in revolution. Those with more privilege often think that reform can happen underneath the system that looms over them, just with a switching of a guard and elimination of a few policies. They are often ones who partook in and benefitted from the system by birth or for the sake of survival. Those who come from the lower classes want to burn the entire system down, understanding in its entirety that its very infrastructure is unstable and is not sustainable, no matter who is in power. Examples of this divide despite deep friendship and similar ideas is Andres Bonifacio and Jose Rizal of the Philippines (as a Filipino). Orion, in most cases coming from a privileged background, saw hope in simple reform after extracting the corrupt portions of the federal structure. Megatronus, who fought his whole life to be deemed as sentient, understood that the entire system was diseased and could not go on. It would just eventually continue its horrid practices. I can go on a tangent about this, as someone who studies and writes on anti-colonialism, but that’s another post for another day. My concern based on the trailers was that it would address NONE of that and there would be some watered down conflict that removed the nuances and political passion behind a lot of other continuities. The trailers, to me, were not giving me enough proof that it would be handled correctly.

Initial Experience

My theater was filled with mostly adults of various ages who were fans of different continuities. Some people were even talking about how they thought the movie was going to suck, including me with my dad, who has been a fan since G1 in the 80s and was going in blind. However, throughout the entire film, the whole theater was laughing, gasping, cheering, clapping, and screaming. Afterwards, there were people who were literally talking about how it was the movie they’d been waiting for after years of disappointment. Someone literally shouted when leaving the theater that he was so excited for September when everyone else could see it. My dad, who has not been a fan of recent Transformers material, talked nonstop about how much he loved it. Me personally, I was BRIMMING with excitement afterwards, which is huge given that I was ready to criticize the movie’s every move. Let me get into why- note this is SPOILER FREE.

Orion Pax

Believe it or not, I really liked TF1’s Orion. He was witty, had the snark of Aligned Orion, and clearly had a goal in mind: to entirely shift the status quo by breaking the class distinction. He was extremely optimistic like most versions, something that is often criticized in the fanbase, and is also criticized in the film. However, the qualities that G1 created and the Bayverse destroyed were THERE. Orion was a DORK. He was KIND. He CARED for people deeply, even if they weren’t necessarily thinking about him. He was a KNOWN PROBLEM-SOLVER. His intelligence is noted MULTIPLE times. He really is authentically Orion. I’ll do a more in-depth analysis in September.

Megatronus/ D-16

Now, THIS MAN WAS AMAZING. I am so used to the source of his anger being solely lower class-based oppression amongst other things relating to that. The film offered another option, which I will not disclose, but I thought it was a wonderful addition. I will keep my mouth shut about D-16’s personality in this film because it’s a secret, but just know this new take on Megatronus was a bit refreshing and gives new material for both fan continuity writers and fanfic writers.

Elita

I was honestly scared to see how they would portray Elita, especially with their track record of solely making her Optimus’s love interest and killing her off. I also was afraid that they would turn her into a white feminism caricature, which I can go into depth about for clarification if anyone needs it. However, the writers take feminism for Elita and take a much more in-depth route. I found her well done. She was giving mother in this film, absolutely brilliant. There will be an analysis on her as well in September, especially since they have so much intended room for her.

Worldbuilding and Additional Characters

I think that with about an hour and a half, it would have been SO HARD to create an entire world of deep political brutality and nuance like the comics directly. So, I think the writers created a framework that was good enough to convey the fascist undertones of Cybertron while also leaving so many avenues to explore and elaborate on for future films, whether they be prequels or sequels. Some characters were added in with a bit of context, but no in-depth explanations. While I would normally say that’s a downside, I think that it was actually really smart on their part. If you tried to add all of these complex stories from the comics in an hour and a half film combined with everything else, it would have likely been underdeveloped and left more questions and holes than answers. By removing that, I think that it was a smart move to expand on in their own time and with good pacing. Besides, the presence of some characters was very enjoyable and kept the audience I was with wanting more from them. Not in a “there wasn’t enough of them” way at all, but instead a “they were so cool in the short time they were here I need more now” way. Everyone in this continuity gets a new and different start. I honestly think it would give fan continuity writers motivation to continue what they’re doing, now that basic and consistent pre-war plot lines have been redone. I think for how long the movie is, they did a great job.

Additional Thoughts

I think that everything was pretty well done. The pacing was especially important, given we were supposed to witness a buildup in such a devastating “divorce”. That isn’t done lightly, and they made sure that they built it up enough to where the final blow was devastating. It was SO DEVASTATING that people in my theater were gasping left and right. The comedy was well done, as someone who hates poorly-written jokes for laughs. It fit into the characters’ personalities well, that’s what made it work well. It didn’t feel forced because that’s just how that particular character is. I also think that, as a fandom, sometimes we get too wrapped up in very specific characterizations of these individuals to the point where we refuse new ideas. I was extremely guilty of this. However, this film was truly made by someone that loved the franchise and knew exactly what the fans wanted. Brian Tyler, who did the score for TFP, also doing the score for this film was proof of that (as someone who absolutely ADORES film scores as a musician) There was a good amount of brutality within the rating of the film, so bayverse fans who are itching for something shockingly horrible are in for a surprise. I also think that it knew its boundaries well and moved not to push them while also being considerate of certain audiences who may be a bit younger. It was a good restart, especially for animated Transformers films, and I think that they can really build it into something great. This was a very sound foundation and I was not disappointed.

ALSO, THERE IS A MID AND POST-CREDIT SCENE SO DON’T LEAVE IMMEDIATELY

[padawansuggest]

Okay so on Coruscant there are very few people that don’t actually go out into the streets (I’m thinking politicians and Jedi might be some of the few who don’t have to go outside very often if at all because the senate and the temple are both the size of a small city) which means that 1: they NEED to have vitamin D lights on the streets of Coruscant because otherwise everyone would be depressed like in the deepest winter at all times. And 2: that means I think the Jedi temple and the senate themselves also are just full of Vitamin D lights.

Also y’all need to stop writing fics where kids are afraid of ‘getting caught sneaking around after dark’ or something because the temple is literally so full of species that you have no idea of that kid is nocturnal or whatever. They very well could be. Tbh I wanna write a fic where someone catches Obi-Wan sneaking around at night to play a prank with Quin or something and he’s all ‘bruh my eyes glow in the dark I’m obviously meant to be awake at this hour’ and no one can argue with him. Stuff like that.

Also I think the temple neeeeeeeds multiple healing halls (once more. It is the size of a small city) one in the aquatic center of the temple (which canonically exists) one in the temple main (which should span over like four levels and act as it’s own building okay) and one in the creche. This is the MINIMUM amount of healing halls I think they should have.

A tram system should be inside the walls. Places in the temple that act as sideways lifts and also a subway system because believe it or not, there are species in the temple as small as one foot tall, and I’m not just talking about Grogu, I’m talking about others like Kushiban and others similar. Once more. It is the size of a small city. They should have both subway type stations (that take you certain places like the main healing halls or the biggest canteen or the supply sector of the temple things like that) because oh my god imagine how many hours the commute to your workstation could take if you didn’t have that shit. Annoying af.

They gotta have names for all the different canteens okay. Like ‘meet me in the cafeteria’ in a temple the size of a small city is bullshit cause even in the books they have multiple cafeterias.

A… let’s call it a Mall Section of the temple. A place where you can pick up groceries (the temple makes their own food and I assume most of it is cooked in careens but also not letting people cook their own food is a recipe for a Jedi starving to death on a mission lmao) but they also have a salon (skin care and hair care are very important and if you let all these babies cut their own hair they gonna turn out like me no one wants that) and a clothing ‘store’ where you can get certain size clothes and robes from, or even undercover mission clothes. There need to be Jedi in these places too!!! Imagine going to the salon with your master and having a gossip talk about your new lineage member!!! It’s important to society!!!

A Jedi movie theater where the masters send their kiddos on the weekend so they can enjoy a glass of wine and not be sneezed on for three hours.

I’ve actually seen a few mentions in fics and posts about tea salons so that is def also a thing. It’s the Jedi version of a cafe. I think people who like baking take turns working there and everyone chips in for tea selections and stuff.

Droid Ubers. They need to get somewhere but feel sick as heck and it’s not near any good lifts or the subway trams??? Call a droid Uber lmao. It shouldn’t be unusual either lol just grandmaster on his way to bother his kid while not aggravating his hip after hip surgery.

Remember that Jedi who are like 10 foot tall also exist so remember there ARE apartments in the temple that could fit Kenobi’s Dino-Horse girl Boga.

There should also be apartments with like 10 bedrooms and bathrooms (or even one giant communal bathroom) around a singular living/cooking space!!! Let Jedi live in communes!!!!

The aquatic levels of the creche are def the cutest place in the temple you can’t argue with me on the idea of water babies swimming and cuddling under water.

On another note to the fact that species like Kushiban exist???? Imagine tiny doors and corridors that used to be used by mouse droids but they became so useful to tiny Jedi so they got taken over. Just imagine that.

Bartering markets where Jedi trade things, mostly things they get on missions or are given to them as gifts, nothing goes to waste so they find a proper place for all gifts and extras here.

Cooking classes. Obi-Wan has been kicked out of all of them his cooking is so bad. Anakin claims bullshit he loves Master’s cooking! But then, he also eats worms…

Anyways. Y’all too single minded with this shit. It just be all ‘cafeteria, living quarters, healing halls and archives’ with you guys. Where is the culture. Where is the acknowledgment of multiple species all living in the same area taking place in a culture of peace and galactic exploration???? Give them a liquor store idgaf.

[cleolinda]

At a fundraiser in Massachusetts earlier this week, Walz went after Tommy Tuberville, the Republican senator from Alabama, saying, “I feel like one of my roles in this now is to be the anti-Tommy Tuberville, to show that football coaches are not the dumbest people.”

Once again, as an Alabamian I would like to apologize for Tommy Tuberville, the former Auburn coach and current U.S. senator who is dumber than a sack of wet mice—

In an Alabama Daily News interview after the election, Tuberville said that the European theater of World War II was fought "to free Europe of socialism" and erroneously that the three branches of the U.S. federal government were "the House, the Senate, and the executive." He also said that he was looking forward to raising money from his Senate office, a violation of federal law.

—but also a fucking bigot. Please review the lengthy “Tenure” section of his Wikipedia page as to why I hate him, for reasons including but not limited to: voting against the COVID-19 Hate Crimes Act; claiming that Democrats are “pro-crime” and want reparations for descendants of enslaved people “because they think the people that do the crime are owed that,” what the fuck; being an election denier and voting against a January 6th commission; being a climate change denier; being transphobic as fuck (a whole section); famously holding military promotions hostage over the issue of abortion availability for service members (yeah, he’s THAT guy); denying that white nationalists are “inherently racist” (“I call them Americans”); and calling Zelenskyy a dictator and supporting Putin TWO MONTHS AGO. Tim Walz, I bid you read this fuckstick for filth. Thank you for letting me vent. Roll tide.

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

The Comfort of Strangers //Padawan! Obi-Wan X Fem! Reader

A/N: Well...Hi! I haven't written in two years! I'll post a little update soon but I was INCREDIBLY horny inspired after seeing the Phantom Menace in theaters! Hope you enjoy this lil smutty Padawn Obi fic!

Summary: You and all of Queen Amidala's handmaidens are stuck on Tatooine waiting for Qui Gon to get the hyperdrive parts you need. With all the stress and anxiety of escaping Naboo, the good-looking Palawan stuck on the ship with you looks like a good distraction.

Warnings VERY IMPORTANT: I know Padme and her handmaidens are pretty young, but for the purposes of this story READER IS OVER 18!!!!! That being said, this fic contains, smut, kinda a hookup, using sex with a stranger as comfort, risk of being caught, P in V action, unprotected sex, pull-out method, handy, some finger-banging action, dirty talk, some implied Qui Gon x Reader x Obi-Wan action for a minute there oop, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes!

Word Count: 2.8 K

With the whirlwind of events that was the invasion of Naboo, one would think that boredom would bring some welcome relief. They would be sorely mistaken. 

The rush of adrenaline that had flooded your veins as you and the other handmaidens frantically dressed sabé, hands, and hearts a flurry, before chasing you up the ramp of the starfighter with gunfire at your back had finally subsided. Now, with the monotonous heat of Tatooine creeping into the ship, there was nothing but dull numbness left. 

Padme had left over a day ago to experience this strange outer-rim world you all had landed on. That left the rest of you with nothing to do but worry. Senator Vancil regularly sent updates urging Queen Amidala to contact him. Each of his messages was more dire than the last. News of your people in camps, starving, dying, surrounded by those damned battle droids, those disgusting Numoidions watching gleefully from the high walls of the Theed palace. 

You could practically feel all of the handmaidens' hearts sink in tandem with each new update. That young Jedi, Obi-Wan, simply reminded the Queen, (or who he figured to be the queen) to send no reply. Had he no empathy?! Obviously, none of you were dumb enough to risk the safety of your mission, the safety of your people, in transmitting any kind of message but could he not for a moment let down his Jedi knight persona and give you all some grace?

Jedi learner actually, I suppose. You thought to yourself. Curled up in an out-of-the-way nook, the hood of your orange handmaiden dress hung limply down your back. Normally you were grateful for the thick velvet robes in space, but even with the ship's cooling systems still online it seemed that they were no match for Tatooine. The oppressive heat sat thickly in the stale air, leaving everyone on board anxious and irritable. 

You couldn't lie to yourself. Between your fear and anxiety, the sight of that young padawan was a welcome distraction. You were positive you weren't the only one who thought so, you had definitely caught your fellow handmaiden's eyes flick over him from under their hoods. There was just something about him. Maybe it was the cocky banter he had shared with his master, even in the flurry of battle, or maybe it was the way the collar of his Jedi robes opened just enough for you to want to see more. Or perhaps it was the way you could imagine tugging on that padawan braid as- 

“Oh, apologies, I didn't realize there was anyone back here.”

You start, ripped from your thoughts by the man himself. He stood, palm braced against the doorway to your little hideaway. He’d discarded his Jedi cloak, leaving him the tan robes. 

“Sorry,” You say sheepishly. “Just…taking a breather.” Truth be told, in a ship this size there wasn't much space for ‘breathers.’ There's a beat of awkward silence before he clears his throat. 

“I assumed you would be with your queen and fellow Handmaidens in the royal quarters.” You resist the urge to scoff. Little did he know your queen was off in the deserts of Tatooine. 

“I think we’re all just processing that last message from the senator. I just needed a moment to myself I guess.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” He turns to walk away and you scramble for anything to keep the conversation going. 

“What’s it like being a Jedi?” You cringe at the question. He looks back over his shoulder at you. 

“Well, Padawan.” He corrects, sheepishly.

“Right, yes. What’s it like to be a Padawan?” He turned to face you full-on, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway. 

“It’s a life of service and peace.” He says simply. “I am devoted to the service of the Republic and the force.” You hum in response. 

“What’s it like being a handmaiden?” He asks, a teasing edge in his voice. From this angle, with you still curled up on the floor, he towers over you, looking down at you with a seductive smirk that makes your stomach do cartwheels. 

“It’s a life of service and peace.” You repeat. “I am devoted to my queen, my people, and my planet.” 

“My, my, sounds like we have quite a few similarities.” You crack a weak smile. 

“Why not take a seat?” You offer, motioning towards the cramped bit of floor in front of you. “I highly doubt you have anything better to do.” He raises an eyebrow at you before obliging. “You must live in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, right?” You ask as he squeezes into the cramped space, his knees knocking against yours. 

“Indeed, Coruscant has been my home for as long as I can remember.” 

“I've always wanted to see Coruscant. My family went when I was very small but I don’t remember it. I always meant to visit. I just never thought it would be under such…dire circumstances.” There's another beat of silence. 

“How are you and the others fairing?” You pause, debating your response. None of you had discussed it with each other. Your grief was so profound, deep, and shared in the way only sisters know. There had been no need to speak of it. But perhaps voicing it would help. 

“I think this is going to be the hardest part. At least I, we, were all doing something by escaping the planet, almost getting shot down. But this, just waiting… maker it’s eating me alive.” He nodded solemnly. 

“I understand.” 

“Do you?” It’s not meant to be a cruel question, but definitely a pointed one. “I thought Jedi didn't do emotions?” 

“Jedi don’t do attachments. We are encouraged to feel emotions, they bring us closer to the force, closer to all the living things around us.” Maker, you wanted him closer. 

A part of you hated yourself for wanting distraction, for seeing the first person in front of you, and wanting to find that special kind of escape and comfort. But a bigger part of you craved the young man in front of you, the release from this monotonous boredom and anxiety. 

“And what about…entanglements?” You purposefully tap your knee against his, letting a sultry gaze flood your eyes. He straightened slightly, his quizzical gaze raking you over. 

“Is that really what you want?” His question wasn't accusative or disgusted but genuinely curious, soft, and gentle. The seductive fire in your eyes dies down slightly. Your eyes flick down to the floor.

“Is that so bad?” It comes out barely louder than a whisper. A gentle hand lifts your chin till your gaze meets baby blue eyes, nearly the same shade as the lightsaber you watched him wield earlier. Oh how his hands had moved with such skill and grace, you couldn't help but imagine how those calloused, practiced hands would feel running over your body. Obi-wan smiled. 

“If that's what you feel, then it’s not bad at all.” Abruptly he pulled back, the sensation of him leaving your bubble had you feeling cold even in the burning ship. “Yes, Jedi are allowed to have entanglements.” 

“Oh.” you flash him a sly grin, confidence slowly seeping into you. “Good to know.” 

“Indeed.” His eyes bore into yours, the tension between the two of you was electric.

“Well if you ask me,” You say, placing a hand on his knee. “We have quite some time to kill before your Master gets back with the parts we need, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to play with the hem of your skirt. 

“I’d be inclined to agree.” 

“Why don't we kill some time then? Hmm?” Obi-Wan’s face lights up in a devilish smirk as his hands glide up to your waist.

“Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me.” 

You lean forward, a soft smile on your lips that matches his before the young Jedi captures your mouth with his. It’s not the quick frantic touches one would expect of a hidden tryst. It’s soft and comforting like you both know you need the solace of another, the soothing touches of a lover not the hard and fast pace of a quick fuck. 

You sigh against him, melting into his touch. Your hands slide over the expanse of his broad chest up to rest on his shoulders. One of Obi-Wan’s hands slides up over your spine, sending shivers through your body before he tenderly cradles your neck. His tongue teases the seal of your lips and you gladly let him in, pulling yourself closer to him as his tongue explores your mouth. 

Pulling you fully into his lap, you can feel the bulge in his pants press against you. Simply the thought of it makes you wet. You grind your hips against him testingly and he hums his encouragement. One of Obi-Wan’s hands moves to your knee. Ever so delicately he slides his hand upwards over your thigh, the hem of your dress pulled ever upwards with his movements. His hand resting on the bare skin of your upper thigh, he gently moves you to grind against him again. 

As you rut against him, Obi-Wan’s lips leave yours to place open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the expanse of your neck, and over the limited bit of collarbone exposed by your dress. You expose your neck to him with a sigh, letting your head fall back into the reassuring weight of his hand cradling your head. 

This was it. What you so desperately needed. The reassuring touches of another that sent electric currents through your body. The safety of being held in someone's arms. Here, in this little nook with Obi-Wan, even if it was for just a moment, was paradise. 

Your hands sneak their way between the two of your bodies. Reaching for his hand that gripped the pillowy flesh of your thigh, you guide him to rest it on your breast. Taking the queue, Obi-Wan gives your tit a gentle squeeze, smoothing his thumb in little circles over the fabric right where he knows your nipple is. 

You practically whine at the sensation, grinding against him even harder. Your hand comes to rest on his crotch. 

“Help me take these off?” Your voice comes out much more sultry than you expected. He flashes you a smile that makes your heartache. 

“Why of course.” Together, you work him out of his trousers so that his erection stands tall and proud, a tiny bit of pre cum already beading at his tip. Your mouth waters at the sight. Without another thought, you spit in your hand before reaching down to grasp the base of him. He sighs at the contact and without missing a beat you begin to slowly move your hand over the length of him. 

“Is that alright?” You ask, his hands slowly wandering over your thighs, ever closer to where you crave him. 

“A-a little harder if you don't mind darling.” A part of you swoons at the pet name, and a bigger part of you smirks at making such a fine, confident man stutter. 

You oblige, squeezing a bit tighter as you work his length and Obi-Wan throws his head back in bliss. 

“Oh yes, just like that.” Seeing an opportunity in front of you, you lean forward to kiss his exposed neck, his padawan braid tickling your nose. A small blush creeps up his neck and over his cheeks as you continue to pleasure him with your hand. 

Obi-Wan’s wandering hands finally reach under the skirts of your dress, his fingers dragging along the center of you, feeling the wetness that undoubtedly stains your undergarments. 

“Oh my, all this for me?” He teases.

“Just shut up and touch me please.” You groan. Obi-wan places a sweet peak to your cheek.

“How could I say no to someone as lovely as you?” If you weren't flushed before that comment certainly did it. His hands push aside your drenched undergarment, letting two of his fingers leave teasing touches across you, never once letting them brush your aching clit. 

“If I’d known you'd be such a tease I would have approached that master of yours.” You tease. Obi-Wan scoffs. 

“I’m not a tease, you’re just impatient.” He replies slightly breathlessly. “Besides,” He adds finally drawing little circles in your clit. He leans in close to whisper in your ear. “You must be very naive to think Qui Gon Jinn wouldn't be a merciless fuck.” 

For a brief moment, the thought of both of them pleasuring you enters your mind. The older Jedi taking you from behind while he instructs his learner on how to fuck your throat. You’re pulled from your thoughts by Obi-Wan capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, rougher than the last, full of need and lust. 

“Obi-Wan,” You pant breathlessly, pulling away from his kiss. “Fuck me.” He groans, taking his cock in his hand to line it up against your entrance. You shimmy forward, knees on either side of him before sinking down. 

You both sigh in unison, inch after glorious inch fills you up, stretching you out perfectly. He’s barely inside of you before you start moving, grasping his shoulder to help lift yourself on and off his cock. He grasps your waist, helping you move as you work yourself open on him. 

the two of you build up a steady rhythm, it’s all you can do to bite your lip and keep from your moans of delight escaping the room. Obi-Wan hits a certain spot inside of you that sends a sudden gasp from your lips. His hand quickly reaches up to cover your mouth.

“Careful now, wouldn't want the other handmaidens hearing, would we?” You whine quietly in agreement. He smirks. “Think you can handle yourself without me keeping you quiet?” You nod eagerly. “That's what we like to hear.” He practically coos, his hand leaving your mouth to work at your clit, heightening your pleasure tenfold.  

Every stroke of his cock inside of you leaves you a bigger mess than the last. You grind against him desperately, hungry for every touch, every current of pleasure he sends through your body, every sensation that takes you further and further from the predicament you’re currently stuck in. Everything was building up, threatening to spill over at any second. 

“M-make, I won't last muc-ch longer.” Obi-Wan sighs. His movements on your clit are frantic, his thrusts sloppy like that of a man on the edge. “Please, need you to cum for me.” He practically begs. He slots his head between your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Need to feel you come around my cock.” 

He hits the perfect spot inside you as he whispers his filthy words in your ear, sending you right over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, his ministrations on your clit never ceasing. 

“Oh yes, just like that.” He works you through your orgasm, not even ceasing as you slump against him. It’s only when you push his hand away from your overstimulated pussy that he ceases. Reluctantly, you move yourself off of his cock, taking him in your hand and watching with immense satisfaction as he falls apart, spilling his seed over your thighs. 

You both sigh, sweat beading both your brows and the air between you hot and heavy with a mixture of your previous actions and the stale Tatooine air. 

Swallowing dryly you break the silence. “Thank you.” 

“Sincerely my lady, the pleasure was all mine.” He nods to the evidence of such on your thighs which raises a chuckle from you. You produce a handkerchief from a tucked-away pocket and start cleaning his cum from your thighs. 

A content quite settles over the two of you as you tidy up, helping each other straighten your clothing. As you tuck Obi-Wan’s padawan braid behind his ear, the high-pitched beep of a comlink interprets the tender moment. 

“Obi-Wan, are you there?” His Master’s voice sounds through the device on Obi-Wan’s belt. He gives your hand a slight squeeze as he picks up the com with the other. 

“Yes Master, any luck acquiring the part for the hyperdrive?” 

“I'm afraid the situation has grown more...complicated.” Obi-Wan sighs. 

“Why do I sense that we’ve picked up yet another pathetic life form?” Obi-Wan casts you an apologetic glance as his master continues. Tucking your hair back into your hood, you give him a small smile and nod for him to go. With a soft smile of his own in return, he turns toward to cockpit, the comlink in his hand updating him on the situation. 

With a sigh, you turn and walk back toward the quarters where you know the others will be. The dull ache of the tragic events around you was still present, but somewhat subdued thankfully. Who knew you could find so much comfort in strangers? 

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MY MEDICAL SCHOOL IS RENAMING A ROOM AFTER TRANSPHOBIC, ANTI-PALESTINE ASSHOLES - PLS SIGN THIS PETITION AND HELP US STOP IT FROM HAPPENING!

LINK TO PETITION

Hello everyone. I’ve been seething these days because the medical school I go to is renaming a room after some transphobic, racist and misogynistic texas congresspeople that assisted our school with obtaining federal funding (basically making it so that student doctors don’t have to pay as much tuition, which really helps out low-income medical school students.) They are texas state senator Creighton and representative Metcalf.

HOWEVER as nice as this assistance was, I am vehemently against the naming of the room after these clowns.

1. Senator creighton supports legislation that is vehemently Anti-Healthcare.

these are some of the “certain treatments” prohibited for trans kids btw:

just purely hateful, knowing that gender confirming care SAVES THE LIVES OF TRANS CHILDREN. and we are training to be DOCTORS. with the goal of NOT ending lives. extending them even. there’s an oath about it and everything.

ALSO— NAMING A ROOM IN A MEDICAL SCHOOL AFTER A DUDE THAT OPPOSES CHILDRENS HEALTHCARE IS INSANE

2. BOTH creighton and metcalf are pro-israel

Again. We’re a medical school. training doctors to help people live longer, healthier lives. we do not support genocide.

I don’t even understand how making bills like this is even fucking allowed.

3. helping their representative community is their fucking job. We literally Voted Them Into Office For This Purpose. They are otherwise useless.

Honestly, their voting record gets worse. You can verify metcalf and creighton’s voting records at the links on their names.

the petition also has a much clearer and cleaner explanation about why this means so much to our school.

I know this feels like a relatively minor thing, but it means a lot to us. We want our school to be represented by those with a positive outlook on humanity. not a hateful one.

LINK TO PETITION: https://www.change.org/p/oppose-the-renaming-of-the-alc-and-teaching-theater-at-shsu-com?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0BMQABptQdaxLhejc49avWCzCpcrbVC7OzNmFOW8ihi-k6QjRLKBY18J6rkwIgXA_aem_AeheFM0DMHyuVsnbb611qTWiAQ4q9NNy-4ZEjjUW6ZB9Pyc3M2mMzOWxHY-Gg6B5gic

THANK YOU FOR READING PLEASE REBLOG AND LIKE AND SHARE and also sign the petition please it will take like 30 seconds.

[mythologyolympics]

Ancient World Dashboard Simulator

🐢 aristotlestortoise Follow

I'm so sick of these philosophers waving dead chickens around to prove their point like that's not contributing to unnecessary food waste when children are starving in Gaul

🦷 diogenessimp Follow

and who says they didn't eat the chicken afterwards you presumptuous garum sipper

besides how would that benefit a starving child in gaul diogenes did that in athens thats like 6000 stadia away from gaul

🐢 aristotlestortoise Follow

As if donating a day-old chicken that had been used as a prop isn't a hazard for food poisoning or something geez

How about you bring in a live chicken and demonstrate your point with that and then donate it to a godsdamned farmer who can do something with it

🦷 diogenessimp Follow

look neither of us understands diogenes whole school of thought as well as he does and if he thinks using poultry for props is the best choice then imma trust he knows what he's talking about

🦣 giantwoolybones

do you guys know that you are arguing about a dead chicken

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👨‍👦 corophilus

not to be an art critic on main or anything but has this sculptor ever heard of a dynamic pose

#a boy this age would be moving!!

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The people just don't seem to care about how Caligula keeps beginning new construction projects with public funds. People are homeless and starving and he puts up a new theater in the middle of the city as if we need that.

Now he's claiming to be a god?? Plus there's rumors he has sex with his horse.

It's very important that you contact the members of the senate to let them know the people are ready to rise up if they don't depose Caligula. We should get organized and flood the streets.

🎽 crixusstan

I see you not reblogging this. Come on, this should have 200k notes

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💸 achaemenid Follow

Dude, this invention of the coin is so iconic. Cyrus is gonna go down in history for this one. I mean that in a good way.

🪙 lydianmetallurgy Follow

Sorry but Cyrus stole the entire concept of the coin from us and I'm sick of people acting like we didn't have contributions to make to advancements in science and culture just because we were conquered by your stupid empire. Cyrus is a tyrant and just wants to gather as much power as he can.

🦁 daniyye

Cyrus let my people go back to our homeland, so he's all right by me

#by the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion #now we don't have to do that anymore!!

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Remember, you're voting for who you think would win the fight, not who you like the best.

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🐺 lyca

just left my den and there's just 2 human babies lying on the ground all alone

wtf do i do

🐺 lyca

so i happen to already be lactating so i guess... i just have 2 more cubs now?

🐺 lyca

guys these babies are so cute. i think they're going to do great things one day

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I'm not one to harsh on a small business trying to make it but I've been to this shop and women are an afterthought here. You'd think the only people interested in dildos were men the way they act here.

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Women should be weaving and taking care of their children, not coming into our sex shop.

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[soon-palestine]

So it turns out that Elons trip to Israel wasn't just for kosher theater and an IDF propaganda tour.

A secret meeting took place while he was there that went virtually unreported by any news media outlets.

In attendance was Netanyahu, Musk's tour organizer, investor Omri Casspi, Brigadier General Danny Gold, Head of the Israeli Directorate of Defense Research & Development and one of the developers of Iron Dome, Aleph venture capital funds partner Michael Eisenberg, and Israeli cybersecurity company CHEQ CEO Guy Tytunovich who is ex-israeli intelligence unit 8200.

The six men talked about technology in the service of Israel's defense, dealing with fake content and anti-Semitic and anti-Israeli comments, and the use by non-democratic countries of bots as part of campaigns to change perceptions, including on the X platform.

The solution Musk was presented was the Israeli unicorn CHEQ, a company founded by ex-Israeli intelligence unit 8200 CEO Guy Tytunovich that combats bots and fake users.

Following the meeting, Elon signed an agreement with cheQ, and apparently, the reason for the quick closing of the deal was Elons "direct involvement" with the company.

Now. What they won't tell you.

Israel is primarily responsible for the creation of bots. There currently exists dozens of ex-Israeli intelligence firms whose sole purpose is perception management, social media influencing/manipulation, disinformation campaigns, psychological operations, opposition research, and honey traps.

They create state of art, multi layer, AI avatars that are virtually indistinguishable from a real human online. They infiltrate target audiences with these elaborately crafted social-media personas and spread misleading information through websites meant to mimic news portals. They secretly manipulate public opinion across app social media platforms.

The applications of this technology are endless, and it has been used for character assassination, disruption of activism/protest, creating social upheaval/civil unrest, swaying elections, and toppling governments.

These companies are all founded by ex-Israeli intelligence and members of unit 8200. When they leave their service with the Israeli government, they are backed by hundreds of billions of dollars through Israeli venture capital groups tied to the Israeli government.

These companies utilize the technology and skills learned during their time served with Israeli intelligence and are an extension of the Israeli government that operates in the private sector.

In doing so, they operate with impunity across all geographical borders and outside the bounds of the law. The Israeli government is forbidden by law to spy on US citizens, but "ex" Israeli intelligence has no such limitations, and no laws currently exist to stop them.

Now back to X and Elon Musk.

Elon met with these people in secret to discuss how to use X in service of Israel's defense.

Elon hired an ex-Israeli intelligence firm to combat the bots…. that were created by another ex-israeli intelligence firm.

Elon hired an ex-israeli intelligence firm to verify your identity and collect your facial biometric data.

Do you see the problem yet?

Israel now has end to end control over X. Israel can conduct psychological operations and create social disinfo/influence campaigns on X with impunity. They now have facial biometric data from millions of people that can be used to create and populate these AI generated avatars.

They can manipulate public opinion, influence congressmen and senators, disrupt online movements, manipulate the algorithm to silence dissenting voices against Israel, and they can sway the US elections.

When the company that was hired to combat the bots is also Israeli intelligence…

Who is going to stop them?

Cyberspace is the wild.west. There are currently no laws on the books to regulate foreign influence on social media. There is nothing to stop them from conducting psychological operations and disinformation campaigns on unsuspecting US citizens. These companies operate with impunity across all geographical boundaries and there is nobody to stop them. But don't take my word for it.

For anyone wondering what the end game is for this, it was recently verbalized by Vivek Ramaswamy here on X. To narrow and completely eliminate the gap between what we say (think) in private and in public. In practice, the thought police of the future. And X is actively working on it.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Roman Art Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Acanthus - a kind of Mediterranean plant with large spreading leaves. It was used as a decorative element on Corinthian capitals and also was a symbol of death.

Amphitheater - an elliptical structure with a central arena for the staging of gladiatorial contests and animal combats.

Apse - a semicircular space within a Roman building. Typically a basilica would have an apse at one end.

Arch - a curved architectural member that spans an opening.

Atrium - the central room of a Roman house. It had a hole in the ceiling and a pool in the center of the floor to catch rainwater.

Aureus - the most valuable Roman coin, made of gold.

Barrel vault - a semicircular ceiling over parallel walls.

Basilica - a building type used for law courts and conducting business, which usually stood in the town forum. It consisted of a long rectangular hall with an apse at one end and three aisles separated by columns. The central aisle had a raised ceiling and clerestory windows. Often the exterior of the building was colonnaded.

Cameo - a relief carved from a stone that has layers of different colors, such as sardonyx.

Capitolium - the main temple for civic worship in Rome and other cities. It was dedicated to the three chief gods, Jupiter, Juno, and Minerva.

Cardo - the name of the north-south street in a Roman town laid out on the grid system.

Cavea - the rounded space of a theater containing seats for the spectators.

Colonnade - a row of columns.

Columbarium - a type of communal building to hold ash urns of the cremated. The name comes from the structure’s resemblance to a dovecote, since the urns, as well as portrait busts, were placed in niches in the walls similar to the nesting spaces in such a birdhouse.

Column - a weight-bearing architectural member that has a base, a cylindrical shaft, and a capital (ornamental top).

Concrete - a building material made of small stones or rubble (aggregate), lime mortar, water, and volcanic sand (pozzolana).

Consuls - the two chief magistrates of the Roman state, elected annually.

Cubiculum - the bedroom of a Roman house.

Damnatio memoriae - a decree by the senate that condemned an emperor and ordered that all images of him and references to him be obliterated.

Decumanus - the principal east-west street of a Roman town laid out on the grid system.

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