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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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Autoenshittification

Forget F1: the only car race that matters now is the race to turn your car into a digital extraction machine, a high-speed inkjet printer on wheels, stealing your private data as it picks your pocket. Your car’s digital infrastructure is a costly, dangerous nightmare — but for automakers in pursuit of postcapitalist utopia, it’s a dream they can’t give up on.

Your car is stuffed full of microchips, a fact the world came to appreciate after the pandemic struck and auto production ground to a halt due to chip shortages. Of course, that wasn’t the whole story: when the pandemic started, the automakers panicked and canceled their chip orders, only to immediately regret that decision and place new orders.

But it was too late: semiconductor production had taken a serious body-blow, and when Big Car placed its new chip orders, it went to the back of a long, slow-moving line. It was a catastrophic bungle: microchips are so integral to car production that a car is basically a computer network on wheels that you stick your fragile human body into and pray.

The car manufacturers got so desperate for chips that they started buying up washing machines for the microchips in them, extracting the chips and discarding the washing machines like some absurdo-dystopian cyberpunk walnut-shelling machine:

https://www.autoevolution.com/news/desperate-times-companies-buy-washing-machines-just-to-rip-out-the-chips-187033.html

These digital systems are a huge problem for the car companies. They are the underlying cause of a precipitous decline in car quality. From touch-based digital door-locks to networked sensors and cameras, every digital system in your car is a source of endless repair nightmares, costly recalls and cybersecurity vulnerabilities:

https://www.reuters.com/business/autos-transportation/quality-new-vehicles-us-declining-more-tech-use-study-shows-2023-06-22/

What’s more, drivers hate all the digital bullshit, from the janky touchscreens to the shitty, wildly insecure apps. Digital systems are drivers’ most significant point of dissatisfaction with the automakers’ products:

https://www.theverge.com/23801545/car-infotainment-customer-satisifaction-survey-jd-power

Even the automakers sorta-kinda admit that this is a problem. Back in 2020 when Massachusetts was having a Right-to-Repair ballot initiative, Big Car ran these unfuckingbelievable scare ads that basically said, “Your car spies on you so comprehensively that giving anyone else access to its systems will let murderers stalk you to your home and kill you:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/03/rip-david-graeber/#rolling-surveillance-platforms

But even amid all the complaining about cars getting stuck in the Internet of Shit, there’s still not much discussion of why the car-makers are making their products less attractive, less reliable, less safe, and less resilient by stuffing them full of microchips. Are car execs just the latest generation of rubes who’ve been suckered by Silicon Valley bullshit and convinced that apps are a magic path to profitability?

Nope. Car execs are sophisticated businesspeople, and they’re surfing capitalism’s latest — and last — hot trend: dismantling capitalism itself.

Now, leftists have been predicting the death of capitalism since The Communist Manifesto, but even Marx and Engels warned us not to get too frisky: capitalism, they wrote, is endlessly creative, constantly reinventing itself, re-emerging from each crisis in a new form that is perfectly adapted to the post-crisis reality:

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/10/31/books/review/a-spectre-haunting-china-mieville.html

But capitalism has finally run out of gas. In his forthcoming book, Techno Feudalism: What Killed Capitalism, Yanis Varoufakis proposes that capitalism has died — but it wasn’t replaced by socialism. Rather, capitalism has given way to feudalism:

https://www.penguin.co.uk/books/451795/technofeudalism-by-varoufakis-yanis/9781847927279

Under capitalism, capital is the prime mover. The people who own and mobilize capital — the capitalists — organize the economy and take the lion’s share of its returns. But it wasn’t always this way: for hundreds of years, European civilization was dominated by rents, not markets.

A “rent” is income that you get from owning something that other people need to produce value. Think of renting out a house you own: not only do you get paid when someone pays you to live there, you also get the benefit of rising property values, which are the result of the work that all the other homeowners, business owners, and residents do to make the neighborhood more valuable.

The first capitalists hated rent. They wanted to replace the “passive income” that landowners got from taxing their serfs’ harvest with active income from enclosing those lands and grazing sheep in order to get wool to feed to the new textile mills. They wanted active income — and lots of it.

Capitalist philosophers railed against rent. The “free market” of Adam Smith wasn’t a market that was free from regulation — it was a market free from rents. The reason Smith railed against monopolists is because he (correctly) understood that once a monopoly emerged, it would become a chokepoint through which a rentier could cream off the profits he considered the capitalist’s due:

https://locusmag.com/2021/03/cory-doctorow-free-markets/

Today, we live in a rentier’s paradise. People don’t aspire to create value — they aspire to capture it. In Survival of the Richest, Doug Rushkoff calls this “going meta”: don’t provide a service, just figure out a way to interpose yourself between the provider and the customer:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/09/13/collapse-porn/#collapse-porn

Don’t drive a cab, create Uber and extract value from every driver and rider. Better still: don’t found Uber, invest in Uber options and extract value from the people who invest in Uber. Even better, invest in derivatives of Uber options and extract value from people extracting value from people investing in Uber, who extract value from drivers and riders. Go meta.

This is your brain on the four-hour-work-week, passive income mind-virus. In Techno Feudalism, Varoufakis deftly describes how the new “Cloud Capital” has created a new generation of rentiers, and how they have become the richest, most powerful people in human history.

Shopping at Amazon is like visiting a bustling city center full of stores — but each of those stores’ owners has to pay the majority of every sale to a feudal landlord, Emperor Jeff Bezos, who also decides which goods they can sell and where they must appear on the shelves. Amazon is full of capitalists, but it is not a capitalist enterprise. It’s a feudal one:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/28/enshittification/#relentless-payola

This is the reason that automakers are willing to enshittify their products so comprehensively: they were one of the first industries to decouple rents from profits. Recall that the reason that Big Car needed billions in bailouts in 2008 is that they’d reinvented themselves as loan-sharks who incidentally made cars, lending money to car-buyers and then “securitizing” the loans so they could be traded in the capital markets.

Even though this strategy brought the car companies to the brink of ruin, it paid off in the long run. The car makers got billions in public money, paid their execs massive bonuses, gave billions to shareholders in buybacks and dividends, smashed their unions, fucked their pensioned workers, and shipped jobs anywhere they could pollute and murder their workforce with impunity.

Car companies are on the forefront of postcapitalism, and they understand that digital is the key to rent-extraction. Remember when BMW announced that it was going to rent you the seatwarmer in your own fucking car?

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/02/big-river/#beemers

Not to be outdone, Mercedes announced that they were going to rent you your car’s accelerator pedal, charging an extra $1200/year to unlock a fully functional acceleration curve:

https://www.theverge.com/2022/11/23/23474969/mercedes-car-subscription-faster-acceleration-feature-price

This is the urinary tract infection business model: without digitization, all your car’s value flowed in a healthy stream. But once the car-makers add semiconductors, each one of those features comes out in a painful, burning dribble, with every button on that fakakta touchscreen wired directly into your credit-card.

But it’s just for starters. Computers are malleable. The only computer we know how to make is the Turing Complete Von Neumann Machine, which can run every program we know how to write. Once they add networked computers to your car, the Car Lords can endlessly twiddle the knobs on the back end, finding new ways to extract value from you:

https://doctorow.medium.com/twiddler-1b5c9690cce6

That means that your car can track your every movement, and sell your location data to anyone and everyone, from marketers to bounty-hunters looking to collect fees for tracking down people who travel out of state for abortions to cops to foreign spies:

https://www.vice.com/en/article/n7enex/tool-shows-if-car-selling-data-privacy4cars-vehicle-privacy-report

Digitization supercharges financialization. It lets car-makers offer subprime auto-loans to desperate, poor people and then killswitch their cars if they miss a payment:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U2eDJnwz_s

Subprime lending for cars would be a terrible business without computers, but digitization makes it a great source of feudal rents. Car dealers can originate loans to people with teaser rates that quickly blow up into payments the dealer knows their customer can’t afford. Then they repo the car and sell it to another desperate person, and another, and another:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/27/boricua/#looking-for-the-joke-with-a-microscope

Digitization also opens up more exotic options. Some subprime cars have secondary control systems wired into their entertainment system: miss a payment and your car radio flips to full volume and bellows an unstoppable, unmutable stream of threats. Tesla does one better: your car will lock and immobilize itself, then blare its horn and back out of its parking spot when the repo man arrives:

https://tiremeetsroad.com/2021/03/18/tesla-allegedly-remotely-unlocks-model-3-owners-car-uses-smart-summon-to-help-repo-agent/

Digital feudalism hasn’t stopped innovating — it’s just stopped innovating good things. The digital device is an endless source of sadistic novelties, like the cellphones that disable your most-used app the first day you’re late on a payment, then work their way down the other apps you rely on for every day you’re late:

https://restofworld.org/2021/loans-that-hijack-your-phone-are-coming-to-india/

Usurers have always relied on this kind of imaginative intimidation. The loan-shark’s arm-breaker knows you’re never going to get off the hook; his goal is in intimidating you into paying his boss first, liquidating your house and your kid’s college fund and your wedding ring before you default and he throws you off a building.

Thanks to the malleability of computerized systems, digital arm-breakers have an endless array of options they can deploy to motivate you into paying them first, no matter what it costs you:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/02/innovation-unlocks-markets/#digital-arm-breakers

Car-makers are trailblazers in imaginative rent-extraction. Take VIN-locking: this is the practice of adding cheap microchips to engine components that communicate with the car’s overall network. After a new part is installed in your car, your car’s computer does a complex cryptographic handshake with the part that requires an unlock code provided by an authorized technician. If the code isn’t entered, the car refuses to use that part.

VIN-locking has exploded in popularity. It’s in your iPhone, preventing you from using refurb or third-party replacement parts:

https://doctorow.medium.com/apples-cement-overshoes-329856288d13

It’s in fuckin’ ventilators, which was a nightmare during lockdown as hospital techs nursed their precious ventilators along by swapping parts from dead systems into serviceable ones:

https://www.vice.com/en/article/3azv9b/why-repair-techs-are-hacking-ventilators-with-diy-dongles-from-poland

And of course, it’s in tractors, along with other forms of remote killswitch. Remember that feelgood story about John Deere bricking the looted Ukrainian tractors whose snitch-chips showed they’d been relocated to Russia?

https://doctorow.medium.com/about-those-kill-switched-ukrainian-tractors-bc93f471b9c8

That wasn’t a happy story — it was a cautionary tale. After all, John Deere now controls the majority of the world’s agricultural future, and they’ve boobytrapped those ubiquitous tractors with killswitches that can be activated by anyone who hacks, takes over, or suborns Deere or its dealerships.

Control over repair isn’t limited to gouging customers on parts and service. When a company gets to decide whether your device can be fixed, it can fuck you over in all kinds of ways. Back in 2019, Tim Apple told his shareholders to expect lower revenues because people were opting to fix their phones rather than replace them:

https://www.apple.com/newsroom/2019/01/letter-from-tim-cook-to-apple-investors/

By usurping your right to decide who fixes your phone, Apple gets to decide whether you can fix it, or whether you must replace it. Problem solved — and not just for Apple, but for car makers, tractor makers, ventilator makers and more. Apple leads on this, even ahead of Big Car, pioneering a “recycling” program that sees trade-in phones shredded so they can’t possibly be diverted from an e-waste dump and mined for parts:

https://www.vice.com/en/article/yp73jw/apple-recycling-iphones-macbooks

John Deere isn’t sleeping on this. They’ve come up with a valuable treasure they extract when they win the Right-to-Repair: Deere singles out farmers who complain about its policies and refuses to repair their tractors, stranding them with six-figure, two-ton paperweight:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/05/31/dealers-choice/#be-a-shame-if-something-were-to-happen-to-it

The repair wars are just a skirmish in a vast, invisible fight that’s been waged for decades: the War On General-Purpose Computing, where tech companies use the law to make it illegal for you to reconfigure your devices so they serve you, rather than their shareholders:

https://memex.craphound.com/2012/01/10/lockdown-the-coming-war-on-general-purpose-computing/

The force behind this army is vast and grows larger every day. General purpose computers are antithetical to technofeudalism — all the rents extracted by technofeudalists would go away if others (tinkereres, co-ops, even capitalists!) were allowed to reconfigure our devices so they serve us.

You’ve probably noticed the skirmishes with inkjet printer makers, who can only force you to buy their ink at 20,000% markups if they can stop you from deciding how your printer is configured:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/07/inky-wretches/#epson-salty But we’re also fighting against insulin pump makers, who want to turn people with diabetes into walking inkjet printers:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/10/loopers/#hp-ification

And companies that make powered wheelchairs:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/08/chair-ish/#r2r

These companies start with people who have the least agency and social power and wreck their lives, then work their way up the privilege gradient, coming for everyone else. It’s called the “shitty technology adoption curve”:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/21/great-taylors-ghost/#solidarity-or-bust

Technofeudalism is the public-private-partnership from hell, emerging from a combination of state and private action. On the one hand, bailing out bankers and big business (rather than workers) after the 2008 crash and the covid lockdown decoupled income from profits. Companies spent billions more than they earned were still wildly profitable, thanks to those public funds.

But there’s also a policy dimension here. Some of those rentiers’ billions were mobilized to both deconstruct antitrust law (allowing bigger and bigger companies and cartels) and to expand “IP” law, turning “IP” into a toolsuite for controlling the conduct of a firm’s competitors, critics and customers:

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

IP is key to understanding the rise of technofeudalism. The same malleability that allows companies to “twiddle” the knobs on their services and keep us on the hook as they reel us in would hypothetically allow us to countertwiddle, seizing the means of computation:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

The thing that stands between you and an alternative app store, an interoperable social media network that you can escape to while continuing to message the friends you left behind, or a car that anyone can fix or unlock features for is IP, not technology. Under capitalism, that technology would already exist, because capitalists have no loyalty to one another and view each other’s margins as their own opportunities.

But under technofeudalism, control comes from rents (owning things), not profits (selling things). The capitalist who wants to participate in your iPhone’s “ecosystem” has to make apps and submit them to Apple, along with 30% of their lifetime revenues — they don’t get to sell you jailbreaking kit that lets you choose their app store.

Rent-seeking technology has a holy grail: control over “ring zero” — the ability to compel you to configure your computer to a feudalist’s specifications, and to verify that you haven’t altered your computer after it came into your possession:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/30/ring-minus-one/#drm-political-economy

For more than two decades, various would-be feudal lords and their court sorcerers have been pitching ways of doing this, of varying degrees of outlandishness.

At core, here’s what they envision: inside your computer, they will nest another computer, one that is designed to run a very simple set of programs, none of which can be altered once it leaves the factory. This computer — either a whole separate chip called a “Trusted Platform Module” or a region of your main processor called a secure enclave — can tally observations about your computer: which operating system, modules and programs it’s running.

Then it can cryptographically “sign” these observations, proving that they were made by a secure chip and not by something you could have modified. Then you can send this signed “attestation” to someone else, who can use it to determine how your computer is configured and thus whether to trust it. This is called “remote attestation.”

There are some cool things you can do with remote attestation: for example, two strangers playing a networked video game together can use attestations to make sure neither is running any cheat modules. Or you could require your cloud computing provider to use attestations that they aren’t stealing your data from the server you’re renting. Or if you suspect that your computer has been infected with malware, you can connect to someone else and send them an attestation that they can use to figure out whether you should trust it.

Today, there’s a cool remote attestation technology called “PrivacyPass” that replaces CAPTCHAs by having you prove to your own device that you are a human. When a server wants to make sure you’re a person, it sends a random number to your device, which signs that number along with its promise that it is acting on behalf of a human being, and sends it back. CAPTCHAs are all kinds of bad — bad for accessibility and privacy — and this is really great.

But the billions that have been thrown at remote attestation over the decades is only incidentally about solving CAPTCHAs or verifying your cloud server. The holy grail here is being able to make sure that you’re not running an ad-blocker. It’s being able to remotely verify that you haven’t disabled the bossware your employer requires. It’s the power to block someone from opening an Office365 doc with LibreOffice. It’s your boss’s ability to ensure that you haven’t modified your messaging client to disable disappearing messages before he sends you an auto-destructing memo ordering you to break the law.

And there’s a new remote attestation technology making the rounds: Google’s Web Environment Integrity, which will leverage Google’s dominance over browsers to allow websites to block users who run ad-blockers:

https://github.com/RupertBenWiser/Web-Environment-Integrity

There’s plenty else WEI can do (it would make detecting ad-fraud much easier), but for every legitimate use, there are a hundred ways this could be abused. It’s a technology purpose-built to allow rent extraction by stripping us of our right to technological self-determination.

Releasing a technology like this into a world where companies are willing to make their products less reliable, less attractive, less safe and less resilient in pursuit of rents is incredibly reckless and shortsighted. You want unauthorized bread? This is how you get Unauthorized Bread:

https://arstechnica.com/gaming/2020/01/unauthorized-bread-a-near-future-tale-of-refugees-and-sinister-iot-appliances/amp/

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/24/rent-to-pwn/#kitt-is-a-demon

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kairawrites · 5 months ago

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off track.

minors dni 18+, thanks!

🌺masterlist🌺

pairing: lewis hamilton x black!reader

author's note: careful kaira, your Lew fantasies are showing. this is not edited, didn't need to chicken out of sharing it.

Summary: Keeping your relationship a secret is tough when Lewis can’t keep his eyes or hands off you.

Words: 2254

On track, Lewis Hamilton is fast, calm, and laser-focused, with an instinct for precision that makes every lap feel effortless. His driving is a masterclass in control, blending speed with a strategic mind that sees opportunities where others see limits. As the adrenaline surges, it sharpens his senses, fueling a relentless drive to push boundaries and seek perfection, making him not just a competitor but a force of nature on the asphalt.

Off track, he's slow and relaxed, with movements that are unhurried and deliberate. He savors each moment, finding joy in the simple pleasures and beauty around him. His demeanor is calm, almost meditative, as he takes the time to appreciate the world outside of racing. When he speaks, his words are thoughtful and measured, often turned to praising others and acknowledging their efforts. His humility shines through, as he effortlessly uplifts those around him, offering encouragement and gratitude with a sincerity that reflects his deep respect for people and life.

These habits carried into the evening, which had stretched far longer than he preferred. The event was a glittering affair, filled with familiar faces and the kind of small talk that came with the territory. It was an opportunity to converse with celebrities from different industries, and networking—a skill he had honed over the years—was second nature to him. He moved effortlessly from one conversation to the next, seamlessly blending charm and intellect. The number of introductions, handshakes, and posed smiles under the barrage of camera flashes blurred together, each interaction a practiced routine.

Yet, despite the buzz and the endless flow of champagne, his attention was elsewhere. His thoughts kept wandering back to you, the one person who stood out in the sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits. Every so often, his eyes would seek you out across the room, lingering on you as you moved through the crowd. He found himself captivated by the way you smiled, the way you laughed at some offhand remark, and the way you carried yourself with effortless grace.

The conversations around him faded into the background as Lewis watched you, his focus narrowing until you were the only person in the room who mattered. Each lingering glance he sent your way was filled with unspoken thoughts, a silent pull that neither of you could ignore. Even as he navigated the demands of the evening, you remained at the forefront of his mind, an irresistible presence that drew him in, no matter how much he tried to stay engaged with everyone else.

A month--that's how long it's been since he's last seen you. Work obligations, on both ends, proving to be an obstacle. It wasn't ideal for your reunion to be at such a public place.

The stunning emerald, green gown that flowed like liquid silk, the color a striking contrast against your deep brown skin, making you look like a jewel amidst the crowd. The gown featured a plunging neckline and a thigh-high slit, adding a hint of allure while maintaining an air of sophistication. The rich green fabric caught the light with every step you took, highlighting the gown’s luxurious texture and making you the center of attention. You stood out so brilliantly that you attracted the gaze of every man in the room.

Most men would scowl at the idea of other men admiring their girlfriend, but their attention didn’t spark jealousy in Lewis. Instead, he admired each detail of your ensemble, knowing that every element was tailored to suit his taste. His eyes were drawn to the plunging neckline of your gown, where a delicate necklace nestled against your skin. The necklace, a gift from him, was a masterpiece of craftsmanship: a simple yet elegant silver chain adorned with a single, brilliant diamond pendant. It shimmered subtly, catching the light with every movement you made. Lewis couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride, seeing how the necklace complemented your beauty and how, despite the undercover nature of your relationship, every detail was a reflection of his admiration and love for you.

Tonight, his hello came in the form of his touch, his fingers brushing against yours with a gentle, intimate caress as he removed the empty champagne flute from your hand. You felt a shiver of warmth at his touch, a familiar sensation that sent a flutter through you. He replaced the flute with a glass of wine, his right hand settling possessively on your hip for the briefest of moments. His touch reassuring, grounding, as his thumb dragged along the fabric of your gown resting against the small of your back.

“Stunning as always, Ms. Y/L/N,” he notes, his touch tracing the curve of your hip. Lewis leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he adds, “I was hoping we can find a more private place to talk later.”

You sipped your wine, the cool liquid a sharp contrast to the heat of his touch. With a cheeky smile, you responded, “You expect the man of the hour to disappear unnoticed?”

He nodded towards the bartender, signaling for a refill of his whiskey. As he turned back to you, his eyes held a playful glint. “You’d be surprised what I can do, love,” he said with a grin, his touch leaving a sudden chill as he withdrew his hand. His gaze swept the room, taking in the crowd with a calculated look, as if considering the best way to make his escape without drawing too much attention.

Accepting his glass, Lewis took a leisurely sip, savoring the rich taste of his whiskey. His gaze returned to you, and he shamelessly took in every detail of your appearance. His eyes roamed over the elegant curve of your neckline, the way the gown accentuated your figure, the length of your thigh, down to your ankle. Retracing each feature, the corner of his mouth turning up as his gaze traced the curve of your lips.

Despite the warmth and familiarity of his gaze, you felt a twinge of nervousness. Each time his eyes meet yours, they seemed to pierce through the layers of confidence you typically exude. The intensity of his admiration, though flattering, made your heart race slightly. His gaze lingered with an intensity that was both flattering and unnerving, causing a delicate warmth to creep across your cheeks. The heat spreading from your head to your toes, causing you to find relief in the wine you held. Despite your surroundings, and the respectable distance between your bodies, you could feel the weight of his attention, the way it made you acutely aware of every movement and every expression, as if Lewis could read your thoughts with just a look. It was something you haven't gotten used to and probably never will.

The way his eyes had a way of making you feel like the center of his universe, which was both exhilarating and a little unsettling.

You cleared your throat, shifting your gaze to his emptying glass. “Congratulations on your Grand Prix, Lewis. Looking to unwind tonight?”

“In more ways than one,” he replied with a grin, his eyes twinkling with humor. “Don’t worry, I’m not behind the wheel tonight.”

You giggled, your eyes meeting his with a playful challenge. “Looks like you’re trying to get into trouble.”

His smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Promise, I’ll save the best kind for you.” He winked, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze. As he turned back to signal the bartender for his refill, his hand lingered on your hip, creating a warm, comforting pressure. Once his drink arrived, he met your gaze. "As always, the pleasure is mine, Ms. Y/L/N," he smiled before returning to his guests.

And believe me, it was.

Tonight, his eyes admired the chestnut lipstick, noting the contrast of its rich hue against the soft, full curve of your lips. His gaze drawn to the way your teeth gently dug into the tender flesh, a gesture of both contemplation and restraint. His thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip, the touch light yet insistent, encouraged you to release the bite and reveal the full, seductive shade of your lipstick. You had spent time perfecting your makeup, after all, and he intended to appreciate every detail.

Tonight, he spoke praise into the warmth of your ear, his voice softening as his lips and tongue traced the delicate curve of your neck. His gruff tone melted into a whisper, and he pressed gentle kisses to your pulse, each touch sent shivers down your spine. The contrast of his rugged voice with the tenderness of his actions creates a captivating intimacy, as if he’s recommitting and savoring each inch of you to memory.

Tonight, his calloused hands traced the curves of your hips, admiring the gentle dips and contours as he gripped and kneaded the soft flesh beneath the fabric of your dress. His fingertips dragged and lingered, moving slowly towards your thighs, igniting a thrilling heat with each deliberate touch. His senses were flooded with your scent, a heady mix of perfume and warmth that fueled him with a high he could only ever capture on the track. The intensity of the moment, the closeness of your bodies, and the undeniable chemistry between you all combine to create a rush unlike any other, driving him to lose himself in the sensation.

It was the feeling of pleasure he felt with you, that was unmatched by any woman before, which fueled the movements of his fingers as they slipped between your legs. The strokes of his thumbs meticulously hitched your breath, fluttering your eyes closed. The heat of his mouth, sucked against your chest, your neck, the weight of his body pressed you against the chilled bathroom door. The pressure he built weakened your knees, your fingers clinging to his shoulders as you struggled to breathe.

"Lew…"

His brow arched, his teeth catching the overhead vanity light in a brief flash of white. "Hmm?"

Your lips parted, but your voice was caged beneath the shaky breath his touch pulled out of you. The tremor in your chest revealing the effect he had on you, making it difficult to form coherent words. His touch, both electrifying and tender, left you breathless and yearning for more.

You should've tried harder, fought against the voice in your head screaming for you to push him for more. More than just kisses and the warmth of his fingers. The voice urged you to regain control of your limbs, unbuckle his pants, and feel the part of him you'd missed the most--but you couldn't.

All you could think of is how much you've missed this—how every touch, every whisper felt like it had been too long in coming.

"It's been too long," he murmured, completing your thought as if reading your mind. His left hand rested on the base of your throat, the metal of his rings cool against your overheated flesh. His thumb pressed gently against your chin, tilting your face upwards, compelling you to meet his gaze. His touch was both commanding and reassuring, reminding you of the depth of your connection and the longing that has only grown in the time apart. "You missed me?"

Your response fell short of what he wants. The soft nod of your head, before it lulled back to rest against the door was not what he wants. He wanted to hear the tremble in your voice, the shift in octaves, that replayed on a loop in his mind when he tried to recreate the warmth of your touch in his bed alone. He wanted to see the clouded mixture of lust and pleading in your eyes as your hooded gaze holds his, but your eyes are gripped shut denying him what he wanted.

Instead, you responded by gripping his wrist, keeping him in place as he attempted to slow his pace. Your hips rolled desperately, attempting to matching the circles he drew against your skin.

His chuckle washed over you. His lips warm against the corner of your mouth. Despite your attempt of control, he easily regained it. His touch drifting from your clit, dragging painstakingly slow along the outside of your folds.

"Seems you've forgotten a few things. Hm?"

His touch is meticulous, never brushing against the spot you need, leaving you yearning for more. He kissed your lips slowly, the tenderness of the gesture both soothing and electrifying. Sucking against your bottom lip, he repeated the action as your hips instinctively jerked seeking the high slowly threatening to slip away.

With a soft, commanding tone, he told you, “Lemme see those pretty eyes.”

As you obey and lift your hooded lids, his smile widened with a mix of satisfaction and adoration. It’s a smile that starts in his eyes, which crinkled slightly at the corners, and spread to his lips, revealing a hint of his teeth. The smile is warm and genuine, a reflection of the affection and pride he feels as he takes in the sight of you. The pride he feels in knowing that no other man had the same effect on you. There’s a touch of playfulness in his expression, as his tongue passed over his lips.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs softly, his touch returning to your clit.

The content giggle that escaped your lips, melted into a breathless moan coaxing his finger between your slick folds. It was a sound he'd chase until the end of time. Once it was unlocked, he knew soon the sound of his name on your lips would follow.

"...that's what I've missed," Lewis hummed.

#lewis hamilton x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton x black!reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #black! reader #black reader #x black reader #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton black reader #black reader fan fiction #black reader fic

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mikashisus · 2 months ago

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the trickster and the sun

SYNOPSIS: kinich was fast in everything he did, but with you, he felt as if time always moved slow.

PAIRING: child of hermes!kinich x gn!child of apollo!reader

TAGLIST ! @wystiix @pneumosia @pixelcafe-network

warnings: none

word count: 749

notes: another pjo au!! i think im going to make this a mini series. this is a little smth to set up a longer oneshot i have planned for sometime in the future, tho the mc of that one will be a child of ares ;) also, this can be interpreted as platonic, it's up to u guys!

Kinich was fast.

Sometimes, he was so fast that you couldn’t keep up. Not only was he ahead of the game when it came to tricks and locks, but he was also a supersonic runner. No one in camp could ever keep up with him, not even his siblings.

He liked to leave you puzzles. Not the kind of puzzles and mind games Athena’s children would give out, but lock puzzles. He’d sneak them into your bag or pockets when you could’ve sworn it wasn’t there moments ago. You’d spend the entire afternoon figuring them out, twisting and turning the handmade puzzles and trying to break them apart.

Eventually, you’d throw your hands up in frustration and dispose of the device, stalking off to the target range to vent your anger out.

As a child of Hermes, Kinich was exceptionally playful and mischievous, but it wasn’t as obvious as it was with his siblings. His trickster side truly came to the surface through his actions and the small glint in his eyes every time he talked to you.

There was one time he had stolen your prized golden bow, gifted to you by your father, right under your nose. You had turned around for a split second, and the weapon was no longer hanging on the wall near your bed, but tucked underneath his in the Hermes cabin. You had looked high and low for it, even checking the target range to make sure you hadn’t accidentally left it there.

Clueless to his act of theft, you began to panic and wonder if your father would kill you for losing something so precious. As soon as you began to pace around and ramble about the consequences, Kinich’s guilt overcame him and he summoned the bow back from its hiding place.

The scolding he received after was greater than any other time you yelled at him for his conniving tricks. The look in your eyes moments before convinced him to never steal anything precious of yours again, for fear of seeing that same exact expression on your face.

Aside from his tricks and theatrics, Kinich was a messenger like his father. He loved to travel and take on odd jobs not only in camp but around the world too. And with his speed, he was back to camp in less than a few minutes of taking on a job. It was almost as if he had teleported there and back.

He was truly a jack of all trades, but he could never best you at archery; for that was something you were naturally skilled at as a child of Apollo. He could never best you at shining brightly like the sun, either.

In every aspect, you outshone him. Like now, when you were guiding new campers to their cabin (per your request and Chiron’s surprise).

Everyone knew you to be quite outgoing and cheerful, with a smile so blindingly bright it resembled your father’s, and an aura about you that felt warm and fuzzy on his skin– as if he was sitting in the sun.

As you spotted your best friend, you waved enthusiastically and called out to him, making a beeline for where he was standing just outside the Hephaestus cabin. With an eager voice, you introduced him to the campers.

It seemed as if there had been many newcomers recently, and with newcomers meant there would likely be new occupants to the Hermes cabin. The Hermes cabin was lively and packed all the time. He was lucky if he even got a moment of silence during the day. That, or some space.

Though, he preferred to just go elsewhere and take a moment to breathe. Like, finding you in the solace of Apollo’s cabin or heading out to the target range to watch you practice. If you were sitting on your bed reading a book, he’d flip the pages to get your attention or steal one of the highlighters in your hand. If you were practicing in the target range, he’d take your arrows and your quiver and misplace them so you’d focus on him.

Kinich was a trickster.

And oftentimes, you couldn’t keep up with his tricks, much like you could never beat him in a race. He was annoying in an endearing way, always stealing your things to gain your attention and showing off his speed in races to prove himself to you.

He was playful and witty, but above all, he was your best friend.

notes: like i said, i have another kinich wip planned but the mc will be a child of ares and im very excited to write it :D it's gonna be much longer than this one too! maybe as long as the tartag pjo au fic i wrote a bit ago, we’ll see!

#—stellaronhvnters.#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kinich #kinich genshin #kinich x reader #genshin kinich x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x you #kinich x y/n #kinich x you

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nekomanager · 1 year ago

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.—001 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃 ♡ BLUE LOCK

headcanons - ft. isagi, bachira, kunigami, kurona, yukimiya

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ mentions of 69; cunnilingus; marking; creampie; titsucking; overstim 𖦹 @enchantedforest-network

♡ ISAGI

•••always asks you if you're just fine from time to time; is this alright? am I hurting you? let me know if you're uncomfortable;

•••most of the time in his head on how to please you; knows all of your pleasure points and gets even more excited when you're being vocal about it;

•••making you cum is like scoring a goal for him; so while he's very sweet and considerate at first don't expect it to last very long;

•••once he's inside you and he's feeling the rush, he'll fuck you senseless; your moans and whimpers fuel him even more;

•••probably feels slightly guilty on the inside but with you crying that he feels so good, there's no going back now and he's out here to make you feel even better;

•••he can fuck you in any position or rather you both would end up in different positions any way; he goes slow at first but then he gradually speeds up, fucking you like he has a time limit;

•••the type to chant your name in passion as he huffed and lost himself;

•••loves to spill it all inside you; his cum hitting your womb is like the ball hitting the net for him;

•••always leans down to sweep off stray hair from your face and kisses you; might apologizes if he goes overboard, but gets immense satisfaction at seeing how good he made you feel; aftercare king right here;

♡ BACHIRA

•••sex with him requires all clothes off; he'll worship your body, admiring it not only with his eyes but also with his hands/mouth;

•••expect his tongue to end up between your legs; loves it when he gets you dripping wet and he can suck you like a free flowing honey that juices spill down his chin;

•••he loves when you're riding on top of him; the way you're giving your all as you humped down on his dick makes him wanna rail you good;

•••he'll bounce you rabidly against his cock, letting go of his inhibitions as he loves doing it impactful and fast until you're too spent to remain in control, giving yourself fully in pleasure too and showing your wild side to him like you have never shown any other;

•••won't stop til you're both limping and whining; but loves it whenever you end up laying on his chest so he can cradle you and wrap his around you, assuring himself that you're here to stay;

♡ KUNIGAMI

•••oh, god! he loves it whenever he feels like you're so little compared to him; the way you clutch onto muscular arms and your eyes close whenever he enters you;

•••it's always the slow but heavy strokes for this guy; like he'll take almost all of his length out then slam it back in; fuck...just so you could feel the absence of his cock in your pussy and the difference when he already stuffed it in, stretching you full;

•••he always has his jaw clenched as he fucks you; it's a sexy sight to behold as he's so trained on you and serious yet he has a gentle hand lovingly over your head;

•••his groans and grunts are just so manly hot; it all seemed beastly as his muscles flex while he thrusts in you yet he's so tender by sensually kissing you and praising you from time to time, "yes, that's my good girl. take it in. take it all in";

♡ KURONA

•••sharky's open to try out new things in bed or even in the absence of it; knows your needs without you saying it tho he may initiate sex out of the blue from time to time;

•••teases you by biting the shell of your ear and when he does that you know he's down for something regardless of wherever, whenever you both are;

•••his oral fixation leads him to leave bite marks all over your body especially all the fleshy parts of you; specifically fond of your inner thighs everytime he eats you out; your tits whenever he leaves a big ring of his bite mark around your nipples;

•••tho he loves penetration, he finds it super special when you 69; your mouth passionately wrapped around his dick as he plays with your pussy and ocassionally chomps on your squishy ass cheeks;

•••finds it special whenever you leave a mark on him too; especially whenever you feel so much pleasure from the ministrations of his cock or fingers that your teeth sink on his shoulder;

•••drowns your ears with whispery moans and soft whines; looks irresidtible everytime his face will contort and flush helplessly while cumming;

♡ YUKIMIYA (got carried away here bc he's my bllk hubby T^T)

•••can't emphasize this enough but he can't have sex with just anybody; it has to be with someone he loves; sex for him is a form of showing how much he loves you and vice-versa;

•••a blend of tender, sweet and playful; he's down for whatever you're into and is not shy to let you know if he wants to do some freaky stuff that he wants to try as long as it doesn't involve other people; not the type to get aroused with the idea of sharing you;

•••when he fucks he fucks with his all; loves touring your body with his mouth and hands; fingers lovingly play with your pussy as he has his tongue rolling around your nipple;

•••never underestimate his gentleness; he's also passionatr and it shows in the way he stirs your insides up; like he has so much affection for you that he wants you to feel in the way he jerks his hips, sucks your pussy, plays with your tits; he wants you to feel just as overwhelmed as he is;

•••enjoys giving and receiving at the same time so he gets extra hard whenever you initiate stroking his length;

•••big on praise and he never fails to let you k ow how much he finds your pussy irresistible before he digs in and eats you out;

•••gets off with your praises too; pounds harder whenever you moan how good he's making you feel;

•••loves the feeling of your tits jiggling against his chest as he lowers himself to fuck you deeper; his gaze will remain in yours, remembering how beautiful you look like as you writhe beneath him;

•••always hugs you tight whenever you cum so he can feel how the tremors wash over you;

•••into giving soft commands; right there...princess; yes, nice and slow...nice and slow. there y'go. good...keep it up, just like that...mhmm, you're so amazing;

JOIN THE 🍷 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄! Get tagged whenever I update ♡

⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ ︶⏝︶︶⏝

#isagi smut #bachira smut #kunigami smut #kurona smut #yukimiya smut #bllk smut #blue lock smut #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #kunigami x reader #kurona x reader #yukimiya x reader

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cherryblossombankai · 3 months ago

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This is part two of this fic! Word Count: 1.4k Summary: You and All Might encounter the Love Quirk once again. This time, however, All Might is the one affected. Warnings: aphrodisiac, dub con, reader is chased, yandere!all might, unprotected sex, fem!reader, oral sex (fem receiving), ooc Tag List: For my baby girl @actuallysaiyan; @pixelcafe-network, @helloiamadrawer

The months since you were hit by the love quirk that led to your confession to Toshinori have been like heaven on earth. Despite your relationship's frantic, heated beginnings, you’d agreed to take it slow. Toshinori wants to be a gentleman and treat you to dates. He wants to take care of you, his special girl, more than anything. The time you spent most often in each other’s presence was when doing hero work. All Might is nothing if not a workaholic, and you’re such a loyal sidekick you follow him on every single mission.

You were cuddled on the couch, kissing softly and whispering sweet nothings to one another when you heard the police sirens. You know before he even says so Toshinori is going to want to respond to it. Of course, you were going to follow him.

It was another robbery, but that’s not the part that troubled you. There was something familiar about these villains. They make a lot of the same moves as some villains you’d fought before.

All Might runs upstairs to surprise the leader of the gang. As you’re finishing up downstairs, he comes stumbling down with the villain dragged behind him. There’s something different about him. His signature smile is gone, and his cheeks are deeply flushed. When he looks at you, his eyes light up.

“We’re done here,” he says quickly as the police rush into the building. It was unlike him not to be more friendly. He even seems to be avoiding you, pushing through the crowd to get out of the building ahead of you and then not even turning to make sure you’re following.

“All Might!” you call after him as you use your quirk to catch up.

“Don’t…” he growls when you reach out to touch him. He shudders softly, then jumps into the sky to get away from you. You frown before flying up to meet him.

“Toshinori, baby…”

The two of you land on a nearby rooftop. His back is to you, and you can tell he’s panting. You come to him and place your hand on his back. You can feel him trembling under your touch, his suit is damp with sweat. His blue eyes are glowing, wide and wild, when he turns to you. His teeth are bared in a feral growl. It takes every bit of his effort not to pounce on you.

“Run,” he growls.

You’re not sure what is going on, but you don’t hesitate to listen to him. You take off into flight again. He growls as he watches you, his broad chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. One large hand reaches down to palm at his cock that’s starting to strain against his pants. He pushes his thumb against the head, smearing the precum dribbling out of the tip.

“Keep running, little girl…Or else daddy will tear you apart,” he shudders.

You hate to admit to yourself that you’re genuinely scared of him in this state. Yet on the same token, you’re aware that you can’t get away. You could fly across the planet and he’d still find you. All Might’s speed is unmatched.

Through narrow allies and over the highest rooftops, he chases you. The love quirk he was hit with is even stronger than the one you’d been hit with a few months ago. His senses are so heightened, that he hunts you through the city by scent alone. Everywhere you go, he’s right on his trail. Only the last few strands of his self-control keep him from catching you.

“My sweetheart, so fast,” he whispers as he jumps through the air again.

You make a swift turn to go down into an alleyway when he tackles you. A small yelp echoes off the walls as he wraps his arms around you, and lands on his feet with you in his arms. Your eyes are wide, filled with fear as you look up at him.

“Dont’ look at me like that, princess,” he purrs before leaning in to kiss you deeply. He jumps again into the air, this time taking you to what had been your destination: your home. “Naughty girl, you were leading me home. I know what you wanted.”

“I have medicine there…Sedatives,” you explain as he lands on the balcony.

“Oh! You were going to sedate me?” he sets you down on the ground and begins picking through your pockets for the key to you apartment. In that brief moment where he’s distracted, you try to run away from him again. He grabs your arm and pulls you close again. “Ah, I guess we’ll play it your way.”

He throws you over his shoulder and kicks in the balcony doors. Before you can argue he has you thrown onto the bed and is spreading your legs.

“I’ve been able to smell this little cunt for miles,” he growls as he rips a hole in the crotch of your suit.

“Toshi!” you yelp, but it’s no use.

His face is buried between your thighs and he licks at your core through your panties. He growls and grunts at the taste of you, the smell even overtakes his senses. It’s not about your pleasure, it’s about possession. To smell and taste and feel your body, the body that belongs to him.

“Sh-shit, baby…” you whine as you try to push his head away.

“No, no. Baby, be nice to me. I was nice to you, wasn’t I?” he pouts softly and crawls over your body. He pushes your legs to your chest, holding them in place with one arm while he pushes his pants down. “I just need you, baby. Is that so bad?”

“You told me to run, Toshi,” you whine.

“I know what I said, princess. I know,” he guides his cock to your entrance and begins rubbing the head against your slit. “But maybe I daddy was being dramatic, yeah?”

“Toshi, baby--AH!”

He pushes his cock into you inch by tantalizing inch. Your nails dig into the meat of his broad shoulders. Your walls stretch to accommodate him. All the while he keeps you bent like a pretzel.

“That’s it, baby,” he moans softly as he begins a deep, frantic pace.

The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with the lewdness of skin on skin. Above you, Toshinori pants like a wild animal as he takes you without mercy. It’s a far cry from the gentle, loving man you’ve grown to love so dearly, but in his eyes, you see the same uninhibited affection he always shows when you’re alone together.

“My angel,” he murmurs softly. “My beautiful angel.”

His hand trails down the back of your thigh to your clit. He rubs it in sloppy circles in time with his thrusts. The way you moan for him makes his cock throb inside of you.

“I’m the only one who makes you feel this good,” he says in a tone that seems to be trying to convince himself as much as you. You nod in agreement as drool puddles in the front of your mouth. Despite his roughness, the stretch of him inside you is delicious.

“Only you, Toshi,” you whimper softly.

With a few more deep thrusts, you’re tumbling over the edge. You throw your head back against the pillows and your body twitches with the pleasure of your release. The way your walls flutter around his cock proves too much for him too, and this time he can’t bring himself to pull out. He cries out as he pumps his seed into you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispers as his thoughts clear. He shifts to his base form and gently pulls out of you. He looks down at you underneath him. The bruises on your thighs from his tight grip, the way you’re so flushed and exhausted from him chasing you around the city then fucking you. He feels so ashamed of himself.

“Baby,” you sit up on the bed and reach out for him.

He pulls away, “I hurt you…I forced myself on you…”

“No! No, baby, you didn’t,” you hug him tightly as he trembles. “I wanted to help, but when you told me to run…”

“I love you so much…I didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

You run your fingers through his hair as you hold him. He falls asleep as the last of the love quirk wears off.

#🌸.writes #all might x reader #toshinori x reader #all might x you #toshinori yagi x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #all might smut

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nymphoheretic · 2 years ago

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Just the Tip

Nymph: I'm fucking weak for them.

Synopsis: You learn just how much is really "just the tip" with the clones.

Warnings: praise, teasing, degradation ,teasing, biting, squirting, knotting, cervix fucking, breeding/creampie

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Aizetsu x fem!reader, Sekido x fem!reader, Karaku x fem!reader, Urogi x fem!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

It’s never “Just the tip” with Karaku.

He loves to twist his and your words around to his advantage. His large hands squeeze and caress your thighs and hips as he purrs softly in your ear. “Come on, sweetling. Y’know you want it.” His hips rut his cock against your ass. “How about just the tip, huh? Think you can handle that? Of course you can.”

You feel him smiling against your ear as one of his hands slipped between your legs as the other slid up to cup your jaw to nod your head for you. His tongue slides past his lips to lick at your ear – hot breath fanning out over the shell as he pushes your thin panties to the side.

“J-just the tip, right, Karaku?” Your eyes close as you feel the thick cockhead slide through your folds, coating his length in your slick before he lines the tip up with your entrance,

Karaku laughs. The sound is deep and menacing as his hand tightens around your jaw. “Will that even be enough for a slut like you?” His tongue slips back out as his fangs bury themselves into your pulse point, making your back arch against him. “Just look at you, grinding back on my cock like a bitch in heat.” He pushes his hips forward, the tip slipping past the first ring of muscles.

“No, you’re going to take all of this dick and love it like the slut I trained you to be.”

You claw at the bed when Karaku pushes his length inside, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. Your mouth drops open into a moan as he bottoms out, the thick tip pressing so snugly against your cervix. Tears of pleasure burn at the corners of your eyes as you sob. “Karaku... Karaku...Karaku....”

“That’s it, my cute little plaything. Moan my name. Let the others hear just how good I’m fucking you with “just the tip.” He mocks, fangs nipping at the shell of your ear. His hips snap into your as he fucks his cock deeper into your silken walls. Clawed fingers wrap around your thigh, lifting your legs up so he could see the way his cock slips in and out of your soaked little cunt.

Karaku grins as he increases the speed of his thrusting, the bed creaking under the weight of each one. His other hand leaves your jaw to grab your tit and pinches the nipple between his calloused fingers – making you squeal out. “You should have known this would happen. You’re just a dumb little slut who loves to be fucked by a demon, huh?”

You could only nod your head, the pleasure stealing your breath, but that wasn’t what he wants. Karaku needed to hear you say it. His thrusting slows until only the thick tip is left inside, warming it within your walls. “Karaku!” you whine, trying to push your hips back against him, but the grip was ironclad.

“Say is. Say that you’re a slut for my cock.” He purrs, voice deep and rumbly in his chest as he stuck his tongue in your ear. Karaku blows on it before he speaks again. “If you do, I’ll tell you a little secret.” He laughs when you gasp when he moves his hips just a little.

Biting your lip, you cry out. “‘m just a needy slut for demon cock.” Sobbing out as your body twitches with the need to cum; the eed to feel Karaku pound your cunt into the mattress – to make you scream his name.

Karaku purrs, the vibrations of it rumbling through his chest and into you as his nips at your pulsepoint. “That’s my good little plaything. Let me tell you a little secret.” His lips brush up the length of your neck, nose tickling your skin before they reach your ear once more. “My counterparts not only can hear you being fucked by me, they can feel it, too.”

Before you could even comprehend what he said, Karaku resumes his brutal thrusting, heavy breeder balls slapping against your flesh. Drool seeps from the corners of your mouth, eyes rolling to until the whites shows – the look of pure fucked out bliss on your face. Broken incoherent moans collect in your throat, the air stolen from your lungs.

“Fuck, pussy so good. Gonna breed it. Need to breed this pussy. You gonna let me. Let a demon fill you with his knot like the dirty whore, you are?” His mouth was so filthy, but each word sounded like saccharine honey to you in your blissed out mind.

The swollen bulb of flesh that was gathering at the base of his cock grew as Karaku’s balls grew heavy with his cum, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Clenching down so tightly on me. You must really want it, huh?” His forest colored eyes narrow as his hand glides down your abdomen to circle your clit. “Squirt on this dick for me, will you.” Karaku wasn’t asking, he was telling you. You had no choice but to do as he says as he fucks the thick knot at te base of his cock into your pussy.

Your body seizes as his knot forces its way inside, swelling even further and plugging your hole up as his hot cum fills your womb. The feeling of his climax triggers your own as your juices spray out of your in a jet of hot, clear liquid, drenching Karaku’s fingers and thighs. “Oh, fuck...Karaku...”

“That’s a good little plaything. My little toy, just lay here and let me breed you. God, you took me so well like always.” Karaku rubs his hands up and down your body as he feels his cock still twitching and throbbing inside you. “So, tell me. How was “just the tip?”

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lumiambrose · 19 days ago

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smut, mdni

✧ Pussydrunk Marius

afab!INSERT!reader x Marius von Hagen

My submission for @pixelcafe-network 's secret santa. Wishing you the happiest holidays @bindeds and I hope you enjoy reading through this <3

Spotting Marius in your info made my jaw drop. Instantly knew I was gonna write about him haha. I didn't write too much since I wasn't sure what pronouns to write for so I hope afab reader is fine with you. Else feel free to dm me and I'd be glad to write something that fits you better. Merry Christmas xx

The first time you let Marius eat you out was frankly, mindblowing.

You were in his office, keeping him company before a massive corporate event he was attending, and as your ‘company’ got heated, you finally decided to let him go down on you.

He swears he’s a changed man since that day.

The way you squirm beneath him as he drank up every single drop of you was just so addicting. If it weren’t for that silly event, he could’ve stayed between your legs for eternity.

Alas, heaven doesn’t last forever, and he did reluctantly leave. Although, not without valuable information.

Since that day, you could say Marius is what one would call ‘pussydrunk’. Constantly trailing down your stomach during makeouts or claiming you’re simply a better 'meal’ than whatever his dietrician put him on.

“Just one taste, babe. Promise I’ll be quick.” Marius begs from his newfound spot between your legs. You’re still clothed, but not for long as Marius starts to tug on the waistband of your clothing.

You chuckle slightly, finding it endearing how desperate he is to pleasure you. “Go on…” you assure, giving him all the permission he needs to yank your clothing, followed by your panties, down, disregarding them to the floor.

He stares, mouth slightly agape, at the sight before him: Your beautiful folds, already soaked and spread out bare just for him. The sight alone makes his cock throb in his boxers, aching for just a small taste at what lies in front of him.

"Divine,” he murmurs under his breath, just about audible enough for you to understand. His palms hold a firm grip on your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as his face hovers closer to his long-awaited meal.

He tries his best to savour you. Starting slow, licking one long line from the bottom up, getting his first taste. Stopping right before your clit as he relishes in the way you moan in satisfaction.

He lied. He definitely won’t be quick.

You’re his drug. Every noise he pulls from your pretty lips, every squirm and shake, you tempt him every time. And every time he always gives in.

He continues his assault on your folds, lapping the juices up and making a mess on his face and overpriced garments. Although he doesn’t care. The sight before him can’t compare to any material amount. As long as he can taste your sweet nectar.

“Fuck—princess, m’sorry,” he muffles between your legs, the vibrations going straight to your core as you let out a needy whine. “Don’t think I can stop, not when this pretty pussy tastes so perfect f’me.”

You don’t want him to stop. The way he eats you out, like a starved man finally being fed, is pure ecstasy. Every lick, suck, and nibble makes you feel pure bliss. And it’s not long ‘til you feel that all too familiar tension build inside of you. It never takes all that long when Marius is between your legs. Whether it’s his cock hitting your insides, making you see stars, or his tongue eating you out like you’re his favourite meal, he never fails to deliver.

You clench your legs around him, silently signalling your desperation. He knows you’re close now. His pace speeds up immensely, and his right hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing the string of sensitive nerves.

Between thrusting his tongue in your hole, he murmurs, “C'mon princess, make a mess for me.” he’s panting as you’re moaning praises around his face. One of your hands finds its way to his hair, taking a fistful of his purple locks and pulling him closer to you, desperate for release.

The sensation lets a groan slip past his lips, right on your heat, sending you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm hits you, moaning out Marius’ name while your thighs squeeze against his skull. He doesn’t stop; how could he when this is his favourite part?

He continues prodding your hole and teasing your bud whilst you ride out your orgasm on him. “Just like that, princess,” he praises. “You taste like heaven.”

You’re left a panting mess as Marius finally pulls away, giving him a chance to take a look at your state. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are glossy, but to him, he swears you look like utter perfection. Like a masterpiece he created with his own two hands.

The work of art in front of him does nothing to stop the ache in his crotch. Aching in the constraint of his pants. Although not for long, he climbs on top of you, pinning you beneath him as he slowly removes his own clothes.

“Time for my main course.”

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theartingace · 11 months ago

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Hello! I’ve seen your work over the years and every time I see it I always get a kick over it. I have a sociological question to ask you about centaurs. How do humans or other races fit into their lives? Both in a general sense of life, platonically, and romantically? Sorry if you’ve answered this before.

Thank you! It always blows my mind that I've been puttering away in my little corner of the internet with my horse people for this long!

I've covered a couple different specific situations in my cultures; re platonic and romantic? but for the most part is it boils down to that romantic would probably be rare and boil down to individual choices for how they approach it? But for platonic I have sort of covered a lot of platonic relationships just from the standpoint that basically all my centaur cultures have a deep societal tie to another race. At first it was a lot of convenience- a way to get around the difficulties of centaur bodies getting in the way of certain ways of life, but at this point I just do it cause it's lovely to me!

Like the merchants build their cities with the dwarves and they both benefit from the dwarves engineering and centaur's strength and mobility re:trade. The centaurs easily manage huge farms, trade networks, and logging infrastructure on their strength and speed but benefit from dwarves (and a small portion of other bipeds) being better set up for building (try to imagine a centaur making a roof, it's vexed me for a year now..) and generally engineering wizzes so it's a mutually beneficial relationship to entwine their cultures in the main Merchant City

Obviously my Riders are wholly entwined with their biped family as I've talked extensively about in.. too many posts probably haha

but then my very lightly covered Mountain folk have a different, almost religious relationship with the Forest Giants in which the relationship between their two cultures is separate other than the spiritual importance they hold with each other. The giants live approximately 300 years but are very slow, sedate creatures who prize a life of peace and telling stories over all else. So the centaurs almost view them as minor deities and the giants keep and love the stories their fiery little companions entrust to them.

As you can tell, I really love building all these races and cultures and then mashing them together and see what comes out! I find it makes the world feel more real and lived in when I'm not only thinking about how a culture would work and operate, but also how they interact with their neighbors! What's their main export and how does that shape their life and relations?? These are the questions I get LOST in so thank you for asking :D

#asked and answered #centaurs #riders #mountain folk #merchants #I REALLY NEED TO COME UP WITH NAMES #but I have commitment problems #man I can't even get into the other merchant connections #they also work with my version of elves #in their logging operations #and their network of mail delivery taurs have a whole seperate thing with harpies #I LOVE CONNECTING CULTURES #in ways that aren't fighting!

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marvelshifter111 · 6 months ago

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Crystal related superpower pack

Since many of you have asked for this, here you go

Crystal generation: the ability to create and control crystals of various sizes and shapes, including transparent crystals, colored crystals, and gemstones.

Crystal manipulation: the ability to control the movement and shape of crystals, using them as weapons, armor, or tools.

Cryokinesis: the ability to control ice and snow, creating and manipulating crystals as needed.

Geokinesis: the ability to control the ground, creating crystal growth and using them as barriers or platforms.

Light manipulation: the ability to control the flow of light through crystals, creating various visual effects and illusions.

Telekinesis: the ability to control objects with your mind, using crystals to create force fields or manipulate objects.

Healing: the ability to use crystals to heal oneself or others, creating a network of healing crystals to help with recovery.

Energy manipulation: the ability to control and direct energy through crystals, using them to create force fields or barriers.

Time manipulation: the ability to control time through crystals, using them to slow or speed up time.

Cosmic energy manipulation: the ability to control and direct cosmic energy through crystals, creating energy weapons or barriers.

Aliases | Visuals | Masterlist

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fipindustries · 28 days ago

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ok i think i finally figured out what to do with some OC i had lying around.

worldbuilding concept: the OPs

a world where superpowers exist but only 6 people have them.

their special deal is that each power manifest so absurdly strong that they are each essentially a god. they are scattered across the world and they have inevitably shaped the politics and nature of the world by their mere presence.

the powers in question are super strength, energy manipulation, super speed, mind control, precognition and telekinesis

the idea is that they are completely broken, they are overpowered, every single one of them is "fuck you i win" level of strength, and the different ways in which such a thing would manifest and the different personalities that each would have because of this.

they are walking extinction events, them arriving to a city is as threatening and scary as a kaiju arriving to a city. some of them have taken over entire countries, others are in charge of vast worldwide networks. they are indestructible, unstoppable and wherever they go that region of the world is subject to their whims. some of them are bad, some of them are normal and some of them are unpredictable. let's explore a little how broken each of them are.

Alpha:

the Siberian package, he can nullify all kinetic energy applied to him, he can exert essentially infinite kinetic energy through his body. he is the hydraulic press from the you tube videos. he is both the unstoppable force and the immovable object.

despite his almost limitless capacity for violence he is relatively pacific, he is located in one specific small city in the united states and mostly keeps to himself. whenever he needs food he just goes to a store and takes it. he kept having encounters with cops but there were no amount of bodies, guns, barricades, handcuffs, cop cars, jail cells or tanks that could stop him from calmly walking back towards his house. he would just walk through those things unimpeded without slowing down, leaving behind a trail of bent metal, crushed concrete and pulverized bodies.

this escalated into an all out military encounter until they realized there was no way to make this guy stop, also by this time the other individuals were starting to pop out and cause their own problems so eventually the powers that be deemed him as harmless enough and redirected their attention to those guys.

in a way he is literally the least violent of the group since no violence can ever be enacted on him and he sees no need to ever enact violence on anyone. he tries to be nice and friendly but everyone in the city is too terrified of him to ever respond in kind. he is kind of lonely.

weaknesses: his body is as weak to poison, disease and asphyxiation as a normal human body, although to administer these attacks can prove to be exceedingly difficult since he can extricate himself from any restraint and his body cannot be pierced by any needle.

Bravo:

mind reader, mind controller.

very little can be said or even known about him. Took the strategy early on of erasing all perception of himself from the minds of people wherever he went. he presumably existed for years, although it is impossible to say how many, until he finally decided to allow his existence to be known.

all that is known about him is known because he allowed it to be thought about. all that people feel or think about him is because he either allowed or shaped those thoughts and emotions. there is a possibility you will forget having read this paragraph after finishing it.

he has let out that he has used armies of mind controlled people in the past, there is no knowledge about whether he still does or how big the ranks are, there is no way of knowing if we are already part of those ranks. the only thing that is known is that the other individuals are immune to him, which is small consolation given that they are as impossible to control as he is.

he currently lives under surveillance at the military research installation in [undisclosed location] with Delta. the nature of their relationship is unknown. occasionally cooperates with the few experiments he allows to be suggested to him.

weaknesses: [redacted]

Charlie:

in many ways considered the worst of the group, though not necessarily the most malicious. unstable, unpredictable and highly dangerous, she was know as "the nightmare" during her time in operation in Australia.

she was capable of hyper accelerating her body and her perception of time. because she was not the flash and these were not comic books, wherever she went she was accompanied by a sonic boom and a super heated ball of plasma, a product of the air being hyper compressed by her movements. because of this she caused untold destruction and damage every time she was active.

her personality was best described as erratic and immature, possibly neurodivergent. she would engage in her own private "games" that would result in cities being razed to the ground and people being liquefied around her.

she self destroyed in one of her games, presumably when she tried to push her power to the limits and reach light speed. the result of this was her own instant annihilation as well as the loss of the entire west portion of Australia.

weaknesses: although specific weaknesses in the manifestation of her powers could never be properly measured or observed, her instability and proven capacity for self destruction is unofficially counted as such

Delta:

can generate and nullify all heat, light and electricity within a kilometer. at first people claimed he was a walking atom bomb, although when extrapolating the upper limits of power that the other individuals have shown it wouldn't be out of the question to consider him a walking supernova, possibly even bigger. while his capacity to generate near infinite energy is plenty threatening, the real danger he possesses is his capacity to reduce anything around him to 0° kelvin (-273°C), as well as instantly nullifying all electrochemical reactions inside a human body.

he is currently kept under surveillance at a military research base located in [undisclosed location], cooperating with research and experimentation on the nature of his powers. he cohabitates with Bravo, the nature of their relationship is unclear.

weaknesses: whilst they can neutralize any manifestation of energy near his body , this is a conscious action on their part, as opposed to the automatic neutralization of all kinetic energy possessed by Alpha. they have burned and temporarily blinded themselves out of carelessness in multiple occasions

Echo:

mostly a nomad, wanders across the world carrying out elaborate plans. their knowledge of the future manifests in them being able to simulate the outcomes of any possible action or choice they make. the range of their knowledge extends from a few seconds into the future up to the heat death of the universe (they have confirmed this is how the universe ends) as well as covering the entire extension of the earth. because of this they are essentially omniscient since they can "predict" what is going to happen on any point on earth "within a few seconds". their simulations happen instantaneously and they can absorb and process the information contained within just as fast.

by far the one individual who interacts the most with regular people, usually to perform some cryptic action or to deliver a mysterious message, presumably a step in one of their complex plans to bring about a desired future. when questioned about this they will claim they are "building heaven on earth" and "following the golden path". what this supposed heaven entails is not too clear.

at the beginning of their "career" they used their power to win multiple lotteries and establish companies, non profit orgs and political lobbies, presumably as tools to carry out their plans. and yet as time went on they abandoned each of these institutions one by one, retreating from the public eye. after this they went on to commit target assassinations on key individuals, this also eventually stopped and as of right now their operations are limited to seemingly arbitrary actions (painting a graffiti on a street on zimbawe, giving out a free sandwich to a homeless woman in brussels, saying "fresh phalanges" to a taxi driver in paraguay). when going against them teams have repeatedly encountered all sorts of unexpected delays and obstacles that appear to happen by chance around them giving them a chance to escape on the nick of time or impeeding the team from operating at all. the nature of their power brings uncomfortable philosophical implications regarding predetermination. one time during an interview they claimed to be "the sole living creature to have ever possessed true free will" he went on to say "see my actions are determined acasually, i don't do what i do affected by antecedent causes, i am affected asynchronously by information from the future, i have broken free from the chain of cause and effect, i am the only person who has ever truly made a choice"

weaknesses: they have admitted once that they are of "average intellect" and that their capacity is that of a normal person when it comes to using the information contained in their visions and well as developing plans around them and keeping track of all this data. they can only obtain visual and auditory information from their visions.

Foxtrot:

the most misanthropic individual of the group. she's located in the abandoned city of Moscow. absolute telekinesis, limitless range and limitless weight, as well as a capacity to keep track and move in extremely complicated and delicate ways a near infinite amount of objects at the same time.

she appeared in the borders of russia ten years ago and started carving a path of destruction all the way to the capital, undeterred by all the armies amassed by the russian people. once in the city she killed every person who didn't evacuate on time and took over the kremlin. after this russian military decided to empty most of their nuclear arsenal on her location. rather than stopping the missiles mid air (a feat she had demonstrated she was perfectly capable of by then) she allowed the bombs to explode and protected herself with a telekinetic forcefield.

right now she lives in the kremlin, floating a hundred meters above the radioactive crater that used to be moscow.

her most high profile attack was to change the orbit of the moon after her demands to be left alone hadn't been satisfied by russian authorities. after this russia, as well as the rest of the world, surrendered since she has threatened to do the same with the sun if she is ever interfered with again. because of her extremely aggressive nature very little has been discovered about her personality or her aims. on occasion she will move her floating fortress above a populated city and make a supermarket arise from the ground up to her palace where she will presumably restock on food and water only to then drop the supermarket back into the ground unceremoniously.

weaknesses: while her range and capacity to move things is near infinite she can only grab hold of things within her field of view, once grabbed they can be held indefinitely even if she is no longer seeing them.

#writing #oc #worldbuilding

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