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yanderestarangel · 2 months

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BOSS MIGUEL O'HARA x HOUSEKEEPER FTM! READER

smut confectionery event ┆ CUPCAKES ┆possessive sex, overstimulation , breed!kink, dub con. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "hard!dom boss + sub!housekeeper." ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ── SMUT

˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3

TW: ftm reader, possessive sex, jealousy, dark decencies, v!sex, vulnerable!kink, cunnilingus, fingering creampie, power play, afab anatomy, porn plot, breed!kink, bite.

You have received an offer to work in the home of the most powerful Spider-Man in the multiverse, Miguel O'Hara in Nueva York 2099. Being Miguel's domestic servant was calm and subtle ── you had complete freedom to be at his house all day, and there were few things to take care of, just cleaning the floor, making food and leaving everything organized and dust-free.

He had some technological gadgets thrown on the floor in some places, but you didn't even touch them, orders from the man himself, even Layla, his assistant A.I. would talk to you to check your work or if you needed something... He was a boss attentive and worried, even too much. But you never thought that you would now be hunched over the dinner table wearing only the apron with nothing underneath that he told you to wear while he held your neck tightly, his eyes were feral and you could see venom dripping from his canines.

The reason for his fury? You were seen with a man from the city and what's worse, you flirted with him back ─ you never thought it was a big problem, after all, you were single and young but for Miguel you had a serious problem... You were from him.

The truth was that the futuristic Spider-Man had hired you because you could be his perfect future husband, beautiful, helpful, you took care of him and did everything he told you to do; He is was always a cold and calculating man in everything but mental insanity was increasingly present in his head after losing his family from another reality, you were his chance to be happy again with someone even if you weren't even aware of what he worked for in months.

Coming back to reality, you saw Miguel smile sadistically as he watched your breasts bounce out of the containment of the thin fabric of the lacy apron ─ he saw the way you were flushed, how your nipples were hard and your pussy was gradually lubricating itself. every time you inhaled his perfume, they were mixed with the pheromones that released from his skin because of the change in his blood.

"Did you really think you were going to flirt with someone and I wouldn't know? Are you that stupid, guapo? Don't you understand your place yet? So maybe I should teach you your role in this house and in my life." Miguel growled between clenched teeth, as he pushed you onto the table again - this time he placed you with his hips raised, giving access to your ass and pussy, he looked at the holes in your body while smiling sadistically, kneeling with his face close for your pussy.

You shivered just at the proximity of his face to your cunt, you felt O'Hara's hot breath on your skin as his hot tongue entered your hole without warning ─ it had been so long since you had sex, just with your own fingers or rub yourself against your pillow before going to sleep.

"Are you so needy? I barely touched you." Miguel taunted as he dipped two thick fingers inside your wetness, easily hitting your sweet spot as he watched you squirm with his every touch ─ the junction of fingers and tongue working together, the stress of the day seemed to vanish, replaced by pure pleasure.

Playing with you and treating you like his personal toy made him feel in control and extremely good. But the jealousy was still there, he needed more, he needed to prove that you are his boy.

"You always know how to turn me on, boy. You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered against your sensitive skin making you moan his name, perhaps a request for him to stop or continue ── regardless of what it was, he didn't care, all the blood that helped him think rationally pumped his cock.

Miguel soon removed his mouth from you, leaving a string of saliva momentarily connecting you both; his eyes glowed red, full of hunger for your flesh.

No additional warning you felt his thick hot girth enter you at once making you arch your back and try to accommodate his raw size and rhythm in your core.

"That's it, boy. Take it." Miguel's eyes were focused on his cock, seeing it slide into you smoothly. He couldn't help but groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly ─ He felt powerful, like he was in control of everything.

"Cum for me, boy. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my dick while I breed you, Oh─ You will be my perfect husband, and we will have several children... You and me."

You couldn't think straight, the pain of pleasure mixed with each rough thrust he gave you making you moan like a slut in heat. The feeling of being breed by him sent sensations in your brain making you roll your eyes and salivate begging him to do that, fill you up and make you his soon ─ The words came out like sobs from your lips without shame or modesty, while at the base of his cock was a beautiful halo of semen as he held your body tightly babbling about how you It belonged to him, biting your shoulders until it marked your delicate skin.

"You are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!" ─

Miguel cum hard inside you, holding you and watching your body shake every time you enjoyed the intense orgasm that he had given you, he soon pulls your hair forcing you to look at him.

"My dinner isn't over yet, right? I still have my dessert left."

𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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charles-leclerizz · 3 months

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PORSCHE F1 TEAM

Precision Performance, Driven by Innovation

The roots of this prestigious car company date back to the early 20th century, when Ferdinand Porsche created the renowned company for automobiles in 1931. With a plentiful background of enginery exploration and innovation, Porsche has always willed itself to be associated with perfection, performance and precision. In the upcoming 2025 season of Formula One, Porsche has entered the race with a bold vision set to redefine the standard of excellence on the track. With cutting-edge technology, talent of the stars to the pursuit of vigilance, Porsche F1 Teams aim to re-write the triumph and legacy of Formula 1 history.

Sponsors :

Porsche boasts many sponsors on a universal scale, but notable names include:

‐ Hugo Boss ━ Plays a large part in designing the team's racing apparel and merch.

‐ Bose ━ Leading audio equipment manufacturer, could not only provide brand apparel but also help enhance team communication

‐ Adidas ━ For merchandising and casual team sports wear

‐ Rolex ━ A key sponsor that provides gold members with limited edition pieces created for/by the team

‐ Shell [shared with legacy team, Ferrari] ━ Provides fuel and lubricants for the team.

‐ Emirates ━ Major airline, provides commercial air trips for the team members and manufactures private jet's for important participants [drivers, team principal, CEO etc.]

‐ Sabyasachi ━ Provides sponsorship and media advertising

‐ Mahindra ━ Partnered with Porsche design and engine customisation

‐ Royal Enfield ━ Brand deals and apparel in India

‐ Amrapali jewels ━ sponsorship support along with more exclusive pieces for the team

‐ Forest essentials ━ An Indian focussed skincare brand, appealing to the more casual viewers of the sport along with media and sponsorship duties.

Team principal :

Katherine "Kate" Anderson

Katherine Anderson, also known as Kate originated from Manchester, United Kingdom. Growing up in a motorsport passionate family dynamic, her passion was sparked early on as she decided to pursue automobile and engine engineering from Oxford University. Her continued studies in Business and Advertising allowed her to pioneer women in motorsport events and lead to her being picked for the prestigious Porsche F1 team, being entrusted to bring the brand to success.

Kate is known for her dynamic leadership persona and innovative approach to management in general. She empowers her employees and colleagues under her command and fosters a friendly environment, creating excelling team performance on and off the track.

She is known to be a friendly face around the paddock, creating humorous situations and playing pranks on other personal around her. She is a natural-borne leader and commands to power and tenacity in pursuit for perfection, positive change and is a personality for inspiration to all female driver generations all around.

Drivers :

1 . Aisha Patel. 🪷

2 . Pierre Gasly. 🥐

honourary tags [for special pookies] : @disneyprincemuke, @weekendlusting, @woozarts, @mellowarcadefun, @paintedbypoetry, @33-81, @kazuha-pista-badam

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writerpetals · 7 months

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view from 4-B: pulse | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; exhibitionism, ass play, toys, pillow humping ... y'all i wrote this 5ish years ago after i discovered vibrating butt plugs you could control with your phone were a thing. gotta love technology!

view from 4-B au; view from 4-B ride going down? pulse impressions tantalize getting caught

Your relationship with him has been anything but ordinary. From the beginning when you would fantasize while watching him dance in his living room, to the point where you grabbed his attention by leaving your blinds open and got yourself off for his viewing pleasure, has been nothing short of a wild ride for the both of you. Even now as the two of you have grown so much closer, you don’t mind keeping the ride rolling and experimenting with your desires for one another.

He is far from shy in daring you to go further, realizing as much once he entered your apartment with a shiny, new box in hand wrapped in a black and silver bow. As your face twists in confusion upon noticing the excitement sparking in his eyes, he uncovers the black, silicone plug within to earn a slacked jaw and mutters of his name.

“It will be fun,” he promises with a smirk, and even if your heart races as he guides you to the bed to undress every article of clothing from your body, you have to admit you’re just as excited to try something new.

Like always, the curtains are wide and the blinds remain open, sunlight pouring into your bedroom to glow against your naked body waiting for his touch, stomach flat against the bed and chin resting atop your folded arms. He doesn’t hesitate to straddle your legs, gaining the perfect view of your ass rising just for him and begging to be touched. Through the fabric of thin, gray sweatpants you can feel him hardening against your body at just the sight.

A breathy chuckle tells you he’s noticed your impatience, quickly rummaging through the box at his side for something before you hear the pop of a cap. Your body tenses, heart beating just a bit faster before one of his palms presses to the flesh of your ass. You can’t help but to moan, feeling him squeeze gently, working out the tension in your body from the nerves and soon your eyes are fluttering to a close.

“Is it going to hurt?” you ask casually, sighing as you melt into the palm of his hand.

“No, baby,” he reassures with another chuckle, playfully smacking your ass with gentle fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

You believe him, even if your insides begin to shake and your stomach performs back flips. Goosebumps make a sudden appearance over your skin the moment he grips your ass again with one hand to part your folds, getting a better view of your slit beginning to glisten. Your hips push toward him, asking for more even if the nerves bubble inside of you, so desperate for his touch when he’s barely even started.

He releases a groan at the gesture seconds before tipping the bottle to squeeze a few drops of lubricant against your ass. Immediately you twitch, the unexpected sensation taking you by surprise, but he soothes your worries with his palm against your body.

“Relax, baby,” he says in a soft tone, easing your body flat against the bed once more. In seconds your hips jerk once again as you feel an index finger brush over your tightened rim. A gasp follows the motion, eyes popping open before screwing shut once he circles your ass with his finger ever so slowly. “How does that feel?” Always vocal and concerned, he asks with words strained against his tongue.

“Nice,” you coo after a few seconds, allowing him to take his time while relaxing beneath his touch.

“Feels good?” he double checks, beginning to push the tip of his finger past your rim. The reply doesn’t come immediately, getting lost in the moment and the pressure he’s applied. He feels you stiffen beneath him once again, causing him to freeze until you release a soft whimper.

“Mhm,” you hum after a few moments, giving him the reassurance he needs to continue. His long, slender finger pushes farther inside of you, earning a gasp when he reaches the second knuckle. You whine and squeeze yourself around him, but all he can do is chuckle as he soothes your body with his other hand against your ass.

“Relax,” he repeats, drawing his finger away to ease the digit back in once again. The second time isn’t as shocking, deciding you like the feel of his fingers entering you however he wants, and moaning his name in response. “Do you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” you simply say, gulping. Even though your reply is honest, you can only feel how much you’re aching to be touched in other places thanks to the pleasure he’s giving your ass. Your clit begins to throb and ache with need as the desires grow, hips rising to ask him without words for more once your juices begin to drip from your core. His name is all you can manage to whimper, exhaling deeply while feeling him continue to pump his finger and out of you at a careful pace.

“What is it, baby?” he asks just as he pulls his finger from within, only to begin to insert a second digit a moment later.

Your hips jerk from the bed, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you so tight your knuckles fade. The sting from the stretch only lasts a moment before bliss takes over once again, with him being oh so careful not to rush, gentle with his every motion until the moment he hears you whimper in pleasure once again.

You whine his name for the second time, gaping a moment later as he drags his two fingers out of your ass and slowly drives them back in. The ache between your thighs grows, and you can only imagine the sight he has viewing his fingers deep in your ass while your slit drips as you contract your muscles around him. You want to be full of him, feeling so empty in your soaked center, with your swollen, pulsing bud aching, dying to earn some attention as well.

The sound of a cap popping open after his opposite hand leaves your body pulls you from your desperation for a moment. A few more drops of lubricant are squeezed onto his fingers seconds before he picks up pace. You tighten yourself around him once again, squeezing harder as he fucks your ass with his fingers to earn breathy whimpers and gasps.

“Please,” you call out for him, hips jutting toward him to the best of your ability with his weight still holding you in place. A chuckle, more devilish, darker, raspier, than the last is all you receive in return in your attempt in garnering his attention in other places, causing you to gulp before whining like a needy puppy for his touch.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he taunts you, setting the bottle aside for now to press a thumb to your hot and swollen lips, parting your folds for him to get a better view. The action earns a desperate cry of his name. Even the smallest of touches have an exaggerated reaction thanks to how worked up he’s gotten you. “You’re dripping all down your pussy just for me. Does it turn you on this much for me to tease your ass like this?”

As his words grow more sinful, your body flushes with a wave of heat, growing far too hot as he speaks and you do not dare reply. All you can do is release soft, desperate moan after moan once he begins to brush his thumb over your folds, rubbing along the length of your slit, from your mound to your entrance and back again. A shiver courses through you, loving his touch more than anything, but needing so much more of him.

“I think you’re ready for the plug, baby.”

It’s like music to your ears, knowing once he has had his fun and is satisfied enough with the plug inside of you he will finally touch you. As he pulls his fingers from within the relief fills you only for a moment, body relaxing against the bed even though you’re hot, desperate, and achy. The cap to the bottle pops again, not even needing to look behind you to know he is lathering up the plug before setting the lubricant aside.

Once the silicone tip presses to your entrance, you tense all over again. However, as he presses the hand not holding the plug to your ass before he slips his fingers down to your slit once again, your stiff body does nothing but yearn for him. Your hips rise, feeling him begin to press the plug tighter against your ass just as his index finger circles your entrance.

He aligns another finger to your slit seconds before pushing both digits inside of your drenched walls. A sudden gasp erupts from your lips, so satisfied and full of his fingers finally. Unsteady hands grip the sheets tighter and your body trembles beneath him the moment he begins to ease the digits in and out while pressing the plug to your ass. Pleasure consumes you, even if you’re far beyond overwhelmed as the silicone tip eases past your rim to stretch you open.

Two of his fingers continue to massage your walls while he pushes farther, only a bit more before he’s pushing and pulling the tip of the plug past your tight rim just like he’s doing his fingers in your pussy. He’s working you up, driving your body wild, but soothing the tension in every muscle with pure bliss. No longer can you hold back your moans, feeling his fingers curl within you while slipping the plug farther inside of your ass.

Then he freezes for a moment, allowing you to adjust as his fingers come to a pause and he pulls the plug away where only the very end is even touching you. Instantly you’re empty, needing more, dying to be full with a just brush of release at your fingertips, but he continues to take his time. Then he eases the plug into your tight heat once again, a well-deserved gasp slipping from your lips the moment he pushes farther inside of you. Once again he’s fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way your juices coat his flesh, arousal dripping all the more as he plays with your ass with the new toy.

He’s enjoying the view. The way he groans, and huffs, and even the sound of him licking his lips being heard lets you know just how much. The way you tighten around him has him wanting to growl, growing stiffer in his sweatpants the longer he watches the sinful sight unfold. His patience remains intact, however, not wanting to rush the moment and only wanting to bring you the most pleasure possible from his little experiment.

As he pushes the plug to its widest width, another gasp spills from within. Your eyes close tight, entire body quivering beneath his weight and he doesn't stop. The amount of pressure filling you up has your blood rushing to your head in a burst of sudden dizziness, yet his fingers slipping in and out of your dripping pussy ease the tension enough for him to keep going. He presses harder, but slowly, drawing out shaky breaths and whimpers and once the plug is completely inside of you, he releases a deep groan at the view before him.

“Fuck, baby,” he says while heaving a sigh. “You're so fucking wet, dripping all over my fingers.”

You were safe to assume as much, but hearing him speak the words ignites a fire within you.

“You look so fucking perfect like this, baby.”

You clench around him at his words, around the neck of the plug, whining his name, so desperate for release. Every inch of you from the waist down aches with desire, which only worsens the moment he pulls his fingers from within you.

Even a pouty, eager whine can't stop him as he slips off of the bed and makes his way to the bathroom to clean his hands of the sticky lubricant. Once you hear the water rushing from the faucet, you're quick to push your hips from the bed to slip a hand between your thighs. Relief floods you the moment your fingers press to your aching, swollen clit, feeling just how wet he has made you as the slick arousal coats your skin.

Lost in your own bliss swelling from the pit of your stomach, you don’t even notice when he returns to watch the events take place. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of your hand between your thighs, trying to relieve the pressure he’s caused. A simple groan from deep within his chest doesn’t even pull you back to reality, too wrapped up in the way your fingers ease the tension in every inch of your worked up body.

It’s only until his weight shifts over the bed do you realize he’s returned. He’s quick to grab your hips, allowing your hand to fall to the bed as you press your aching, dripping slit against his stiff cock beneath his sweats. When you reach between your thighs again, he is quick to form a tight grip on your arm, pinning your wrist to the small of your back as your face presses against the sheets.

“Nah uh, baby,” he teases, so cocky and full of himself, knowing how much he’s worked you up and he’ll be damned if he lets you touch yourself so willingly. “I have other plans for you.” His voice is nothing but a strained whisper, loving to watch you struggle beneath his grasp.

A mutter of his name earns a dark chuckle, the desire to find release fueling his ego. “Please.”

He ignores your cries, pressing his hips to your ass, cock straining against your slit and the base of the plug deep within you. The gesture earns another whimper, a simple plea to give you what you wish, but you can already picture the devious smirk on his lips as he studies the way you tremble in his hold.

“You know,” he begins with a huff, trying to collect his thoughts when the feel of you pressing your ass against him has him so lost for words, “I think about when you used to tease me with your pillow. The way you would leave your blinds open, using it to get yourself off just so I would notice.”

Another unsteady call of his name has him gripping your hips tighter.

“I want you to do that for me, baby,” he groans, running the palm of his hand along your spine, feeling your back bend beneath him, pressing yourself harder against his painfully erect cock. “Use your pillow again for me. Show me how good it feels.”

You can barely register his request. Your mind buzzes with the need for release and the fact that you’re already so full with the plug buried in your ass, yet you crave his touch more than ever. Your thighs continue to tremble, a certain ache setting in between your thighs and it can only be cured by coming undone. Yet, he draws out the moment, one hand on your hip, the other hand pressed to your back, loving the way you press against him and beg for more with your body.

“What do you say, baby?” he asks, lowering his palm to your ass before giving your flesh a light smack, sending you forward before you’re falling against him once again. “Can you do that for me? Will you get yourself off in front of me again?”

It’s hard to say no when you’re so worked up. When you want nothing more than to please him, so in return, he will please you. That fact alone, mixed with him trying the new toy on you, makes you willing to comply with his request. A simple nod of your head tells him you’ll try, feeling him release his hold on you for you to grab the pillow near the head of the bed.

“Go ahead, baby,” he encourages, eyes narrowing as he watches you fumble with the pillow covered in a white, silk pillowcase. Your fingers wrap around the soft edges, body still quivering as you adjust to movements with the plug in your ass, before you fold the pillow in half to stuff between your unsteady legs.

You don’t dare look his way, knowing you’ll be too overwhelmed with embarrassment. There is something about having him so close, so in control as he guides you to get yourself off, that has you weak in the knees as you lower yourself onto the silky fabric. In an instant your juices are seeping through the thin material to stain its surface as you press your folds against the pillow, so worked up and dying to come, but he enjoys watching you struggle with the need to release and please him all at once.

Your hips begin to move as his eyes darken with lust, clouded in desire watching you do as he says. He’s settled on the end of the bed, eyes studying the curve of your thighs and the width of your hips moving ever so slowly against the pillow, lip tucked between his teeth and hand reached to palm his cock through his sweatpants. A whimper of his name is ignored, with your eyes shutting so tight you become dizzy, the base of the plug rubbing against the pillow to cause your sensitive nerves to bubble in electricity throughout your body.

When he reaches to pull his phone from his pocket with his hand not currently resting on his cock, your eyes flutter open to see him press the screen with his thumb a few times. You think he’s only going to snap a picture or two for his safe keeping, and you wouldn’t be upset in the slightest with the idea of him having the memories.

But when a devilish smirk forms over his lips, seconds before he presses the screen once more, you receive the shock of your life as the plug buried deep in your ass comes alive with mind-numbing vibrations. The sensations cause you to collapse with your hands pressed flat against the bed, body trembling, jaw slacking to release a gasp as the pleasure consumes you.

You cry out, panting, so breathless and struggling to form proper sentences. “What… the fuck?” You can’t help but to release a drawn out, desperate moan as the feeling erupts inside of you. Your motions stall, but you’re continuing to drip against the pillow, and quiver, and whimper senselessly over and over.

Only to receive a satisfied groan in response. “Keep going, baby,” he encourages, tightening his grip around his cock bulging through the thin material of his sweats. His knuckles fade in color and his breaths deepen, watching you struggle to follow his directions.

But you try your best to behave, following the instructions even if you can’t seem to balance yourself on anything other than trembling, weak arms. You press your center tight against the pillow again, brow wrinkling, lips remaining parted. After a few seconds, you gather the strength to rock your hips over the slick material, silk caressing your aching, throbbing clit, but it offers no release with the toy humming away inside of you.

“Please,” you beg for what feels like the millionth time. Weakness settles in your bones, unable to even steady yourself with the plug vibrating deep inside of you. “Please, I need you.” Finally, you lower yourself to the bed, ass rising in the air as you quiver and call out for him to offer his release.

“Baby,” he exhales, the sight affecting him much more than he wishes it did.

“Please, fuck me,” you whine again, aching to be touched, dying to have him inside of you. An overwhelming bliss takes hold of you, your entire body trembling with every word you speak, each time you beg him, with every cry of his name and plea to give you what you need.

His patience seems to be thinning. A simple groan from deep within his chest warns you as much. He’s so close to snapping, to giving in, and you don’t take long to pick up on the need filling him to the brim.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” you confess, voice wavering the longer the plug vibrates inside of you. You’re drenched, dripping down your thighs and a simple twist of your ass gives him the view to send him over the edge. “Fuck me. Please.” Like a cat in heat, with your ass in the air to tempt him, beg him, bring him closer to your body, you pull him from his stone-cold stance at last.

He’s quick to peel his clothes off his body after jumping off the bed, each piece falling to the floor faster than the last. His shirt goes flying over his head seconds before his jeans and boxer-briefs meet the thin fabric in a messy pile of the floor. Once his knees press against the mattress, you waste no time positioning yourself in front of him, ass searching for his body so he can have his way with you.

In seconds he’s gripping your hips to pull you close. His strong, eager fingers press to your skin to keep you in place, allowing your dripping, wet slit to caress his cock, feeling his warmth, his hardness, the way it twitches once it brushes against your folds and all of it causes him to release a shaky exhale in response.

The vibrations of the plug cause you to lose your mind waiting for him to enter you. Still, he takes his time, removing a hand from your hips to grip his cock with a tight fist. A groan filling your ears tells you he’s prepping himself, but it’s not like he needs it. He strokes himself a few times, and maybe he’s only enjoying the view with your ass up, face down, dying to be so full of him after he’s had his fun with the new toy.

“Please hurry,” you rush him, not being able to stop yourself as you wiggle your ass in front of him. He takes the hint well, the both of you too worked up to drag the moment on any longer. The desire to have you wrapped around him overtakes his need for fun and control, realizing as much when the tip of his cock presses to your entrance. “Please.”

The choked out, desperate pleas finally push him over the edge. It takes all of two seconds for him to tighten his fingers against your waist, moments before he’s thrusting his cock into your walls without warning. Your body immediately attempts to lunge forward from the pressure along with the sudden intrusion, but he’s good at keeping you in place. Not even a strained cry of his name along with a gasp can slow his pace as he begins thrusting in and out of you, having made himself far beyond frustrated from making you need him.

“Goddamn, baby,” he struggles to speak, voice so strained, so weak. A moment later he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you from the bed, steadying your body as your back arches and your fingers reach to grasp onto something, anything. Yet, they only land against his hands on you, nails digging into skin to leave remnants of the pure bliss filling you from head to toe. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

With his words barely above a whisper, you’re not sure if he’s telling you, or surprised at just how good it feels to be inside of you the same time the vibrating plug is buzzing away in your ass. Either way, you can’t complain, only whimpering his name repeatedly while your body trembles in his hold as the need to release grows near.

He suddenly loosens his grip on your body, back straightening as your palms press to the mattress, but he moves his hand higher to entangle strands of your hair around his fingers. A tight grip on the locks hold you in place as he fucks you from behind, cock hitting so deep within you white spots begin to fizzle behind your eyelids.

Just when you think you’ve taken all you can bear, he bends forward, chest pressing to your back with his mouth next to your ear. “Come for me, baby,” he growls, hips twitching against you, cock thrusting deeper inside of you. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel it.”

A shiver traces the edges of your spine at the devious words, too weak to reply, barely being able to hold yourself steady as he thrusts into you over and over. He feels you tightening around him, squeezing his cock with every pump of his hips and he can barely hold on himself.

“Let me hear you. Moan for me,” he orders, seconds before his teeth latch onto your ear and he tugs gently to show you he means the words. A shaky, less than confident moan of his name seems to suffice before he releases to press kisses against the back of your neck. “C’mon, baby, come for me,” he groans between kisses pressed to sweaty, flushed skin.

So overwhelmed and on the brink of sanity, you lose all control upon hearing the words. With his cock pumping deep inside of you, the vibrations of the plug sending waves of electricity to every last ounce, and his sinful tongue urging you to get lost in the pleasure, it only takes a few more seconds before you’re plummeting over the edge. A final cry gets caught in your throat before the heat bubbles from between your thighs to course through every inch of your body. You break down, arms collapsing, head falling to the bed, but he keeps his grip on your body while fucking you through a mind-numbing ecstasy.

Fingers grip the white linens you’ve made a mess of, lazily latching onto anything as the waves of pleasure course through you. He groans deeper, louder, becoming breathless upon feeling your walls contract as you soak his cock with your juices. You squeeze him oh so tight, urging his thrusts to quicken inside of you as he loses his control.

Once your body slumps against the bed, having no more energy left to even mutter his name once again, he mercilessly thrusts into you. His hips snap against your ass as the vibrations overwhelm you right along with his cock pumping deeper and deeper inside of you. Gaping, your eyes screw shut, having no voice left to even make so much as a whimper.

He holds your quivering, weak body tighter, driving his cock into you again and again until the edge of bliss draws near. His fingers clutch you tight enough to ache and his skin slapping against your own offers a blissful sting to mix with the overwhelmingness. One final, deep groan erupts from his sweaty, flushed chest before he’s spilling inside of you, releasing the tension seconds before his thrusts begin to slow.

His cock twitches deep within you, causing you to whimper while gaining your strength, loving how you’re so full of him even if the toy in your ass is nothing but an overwhelming distraction. His breaths are heavy once his motions still entirely, cock remaining buried within you until the moment he’s coming down from the bliss.

Once he releases his grip on your waist, he collapses next to you, forgetting all about the toy buzzing inside of you until you quietly whisper his name as a reminder. Even in a post-bliss haze, his eyes widened for a split second, searching for the device he tossed to the side so he can turn off the toy and ease the tension within you.

Once the vibrations finally come to a stop, you seem to release the most pent up breath, earning a chuckle from him as he hovers over top of you to press his lips to your forehead, never mind the sweat beading against your skin. You can’t help but to grin, even if you’re exhausted from the pleasure and being far too overwhelmed.

“I’m starting to think,” you sigh, feeling him grip your hips to turn you on your stomach, “you are bad for my health.” His naked body straddles your legs, palms running over your shoulders, down your back, and landing on your ass only a moment before he preps to ease the toy out of you.

“Oh?” he questions. “Why is that?”

“You cause me stress,” you tell him, though you giggle tiredly because you can’t seem to be serious with him.

“How so?” One of his palms kneads your ass while the other grips the base of the plug.

Then you sigh, heart fluttering as he takes good care of you and your body after working you up, just like he always does. He’s gentle, and caring, taking his time to make sure you’re comfortable even after doing the most sinful things with you.

“It’s a secret,” you hum, only because you don’t want to admit the real reason he begins to stress you out. “But it does have something to do with that new toy of yours.” A groan emits from your chest, earning a chuckle as he taps your ass playfully with his fingertips.

“Hm, it seemed to me like you were enjoying it.”

“I did. Truly I loved it,,” you tell him honestly, before glaring at him over your shoulder to lock eyes with his own, “but next time… fucking warn me that something vibrates before you put it inside of me.”

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Jaegers of Pacific Rim: What do we know about them?

There's actually a fair amount of lore about Pacific Rim's jaegers, though most of it isn't actually in the movie itself. A lot of it has been scattered in places like Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters, Tales From Year Zero, Travis Beacham's blog, and the Pacific Rim novelization.

Note that I will not be including information from either Pacific Rim: Uprising or Pacific Rim: The Black. Uprising didn't really add anything, and The Black's take on jaegers can easily be summed up as "simplified the concept to make a cartoon for children."

So what is there to know about jaegers, besides the fact that they're piloted by two people with their brains connected via computer?

Here's a fun fact: underneath the hull (which may or may not be pure iron), jaegers have "muscle strands" and liquid data transfer technology. Tendo Choi refers to them in the film when describing Lady Danger's repairs and upgrades:

Solid iron hull, no alloys. Forty engine blocks per muscle strand. Hyper-torque driver for every limb and a new fluid synapse system.

The novelization by Alex Irvine makes frequent references to this liquid data transfer tech. For example:

The Jaeger’s joints squealed and began to freeze up from loss of lubricant through the holes Knifehead had torn in it. Its liquid-circuit neural architecture was misfiring like crazy. (Page 29.)

He had enough fiber-optic and fluid-core cabling to get the bandwidth he needed. (Page 94.)

Newt soldered together a series of leads using the copper contact pins and short fluid-core cables. (Page 96.)

Unfortunately I haven't found anything more about the "muscle strands" and what they might be made of, but I do find it interesting that jaegers apparently have some sort of artificial muscle system going on, especially considering Newt's personnel dossier in the novel mentioned him pioneering research in artificial tissue replication at MIT.

The novelization also mentions that the pilots' drivesuits have a kind of recording device for their experiences while drifting:

This armored outer layer included a Drift recorder that automatically preserved sensory impressions. (Page 16.)

It was connected through a silver half-torus that looked like a travel pillow but was in fact a four-dimensional quantum recorder that would provide a full record of the Drift. (Page 96.)

This is certainly... quite the concept. Perhaps the PPDC has legitimate reasons for looking through the memories and feelings of their pilots, but let's not pretend this doesn't enable horrific levels of privacy invasion.

I must note, though, I haven't seen mention of a recording system anywhere outside of the novel. Travis Beacham doesn't mention it on his blog, and it never comes up in either Tales From Year Zero or Tales From The Drift, both written by him. Whether there just wasn't any occasion to mention it or whether this piece of worldbuilding fell by the wayside in Beacham's mind is currently impossible to determine.

Speaking of the drivesuits, let's talk about those more. The novelization includes a few paragraphs outlining how the pilots' drivesuits work. It's a two-layer deal:

The first layer, the circuity suit, was like a wetsuit threaded with a mesh of synaptic processors. The pattern of processor relays looked like circuitry on the outside of the suit, gleaming gold against its smooth black polymer material. These artificial synapses transmitted commands to the Jaeger’s motor systems as fast as the pilot’s brain could generate them, with lag times close to zero. The synaptic processor array also transmitted pain signals to the pilots when their Jaeger was damaged.

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The second layer was a sealed polycarbonate shell with full life support and magnetic interfaces at spine, feet, and all major limb joints. It relayed neural signals both incoming and outgoing. This armored outer layer included a Drift recorder that automatically preserved sensory impressions.

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The outer armored layer of the drivesuit also kept pilots locked into the Conn-Pod’s Pilot Motion Rig, a command platform with geared locks for the Rangers’ boots, cabled extensors that attached to each suit gauntlet, and a full-spectrum neural transference plate, called the feedback cradle, that locked from the Motion Rig to the spine of each Ranger’s suit. At the front of the motion rig stood a command console, but most of a Ranger’s commands were issued either by voice or through interaction with the holographic heads-up display projected into the space in front of the pilots’ faces. (Page 16.)

Now let's talk about the pons system. According to the novelization:

The basics of the Pons were simple. You needed an interface on each end, so neuro signals from the two brains could reach the central bridge. You needed a processor capable of organizing and merging the two sets of signals. You needed an output so the data generated by the Drift could be recorded, monitored, and analyzed. That was it. (Page 96.)

This is pretty consistent with other depictions of the drift, recording device aside. (Again, the 4D quantum recorder never comes up anywhere outside of the novel.)

The development of the pons system as we know it is depicted in Tales From Year Zero, which goes into further detail on what happened after Trespasser's attack on San Francisco. In this comic, a jaeger can be difficult to move if improbably calibrated. Stacker Pentecost testing out a single arm describes the experience as feeling like his hand is stuck in wet concrete; Doctor Caitlin Lightcap explains that it's resistance from the datastream because the interface isn't calibrated to Pentecost's neural profile. (I'm guessing that this is the kind of calibration the film refers to when Tendo Choi calls out Lady Danger's left and right hemispheres being calibrated.)

According to Travis Beacham's blog, solo piloting a jaeger for a short time is possible, though highly risky. While it won't cause lasting damage if the pilot survives the encounter, the neural overload that accumulates the longer a pilot goes on can be deadly. In this post he says:

It won't kill you right away. May take five minutes. May take twenty. No telling. But it gets more difficult the longer you try. And at some point it catches up with you. You won't last a whole fight start-to-finish. Stacker and Raleigh managed to get it done and unplug before hitting that wall.

In this post he says:

It starts off fine, but it's a steep curve from fine to dead. Most people can last five minutes. Far fewer can last thirty. Nobody can last a whole fight.

Next, let's talk about the size and weight of jaegers. Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters lists off the sizes and weights of various jaegers. The heights of the jaegers it lists (which, to be clear, are not all of them) range from 224 feet to 280 feet. Their weights range from 1850 tons to 7890 tons. Worth noting, the heaviest jaegers (Romeo Blue and Horizon Brave) were among the Mark-1s, and it seems that these heavy builds didn't last long given that another Mark-1, Coyote Tango, weighed 2312 tons.

And on the topic of jaeger specs, each jaeger in Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters is listed with a (fictional) power core and operating system. For example, Crimson Typhoon is powered by the Midnight Orb 9 power core, and runs on the Tri-Sun Plasma Gate OS.

Where the novelization's combat asset dossiers covers the same jaegers, this information lines up - with the exception of Lady Danger. PR:MMM says that Lady Danger's OS is Blue Spark 4.1; the novelization's dossier says it's BLPK 4.1.

PR:MMM also seems to have an incomplete list of the jaegers' armaments; for example, it lists the I-22 Plasmacaster under Weaponry, and "jet kick" under Power Moves. Meanwhile, the novelization presents its armaments thus:

I-22 Plasmacaster Twin Fist gripping claws, left arm only Enhanced balance systems and leg-integral Thrust Kickers Enhanced combat-strike armature on all limbs

The novel's dossiers list between 2-4 features in the jaegers' armaments sections.

Now let's move on to jaeger power cores. As many of you probably already know, Mark-1-3 jaegers were outfitted with nuclear power cores. However, this posed a risk of cancer for pilots, especially during the early days. To combat this, pilots were given the (fictional) anti-radiation drug, Metharocin. (We see Stacker Pentecost take Metharocin in the film.)

The Mark-4s and beyond were fitted with alternative fuel sources, although their exact nature isn't always clear. Striker Eureka's XIG supercell chamber implies some sort of giant cell batteries, but it's a little harder to guess what Crimson Typhoon's Midnight Orb 9 might be, aside from round.

Back on the topic of nuclear cores, though, the novelization contains a little paragraph about the inventor of Lady Danger's power core, which I found entertaining:

The old nuclear vortex turbine lifted away from the reactor housing. The reactor itself was a proprietary design, brainchild of an engineer who left Westinghouse when they wouldn’t let him use his lab to explore portable nuclear miniaturization tech. He’d landed with one of the contractors the PPDC brought in at its founding, and his small reactors powered many of the first three generations of Jaegers. (Page 182.)

Like... I have literally just met this character, and I love him. I want him to meet Newt Geiszler, you know? >:3

Apparently, escape pods were a new feature to Mark-3 jaegers. Text in the novelization says, "New to the Mark III is an automated escape-pod system capable of ejecting each Ranger individually." (Page 240.)

Finally, jaegers were always meant to be more than just machines. Their designs and movements were meant to convey personality and character. Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters says:

Del Toro insisted the Jaegers be characters in and of themselves, not simply giant versions of their pilots. Del Toro told his designers, "It should be as painful for you to see a Jaeger get injured as it is for you to see the pilot [get hurt.]" (Page 56.)

Their weathered skins are inspired by combat-worn vehicles from the Iraq War and World War II battleships and bombers. They look believable and their design echoes human anatomy, but only to a point. "At the end of the day, what you want is for them to look cool," says Francisco Ruiz Velasco. "It's a summer movie, so you want to see some eye candy." Del Toro replies, "I, however, believe in 'eye protein,' which is high-end design with a high narrative content." (Page 57.)

THE JAEGER FROM DOWN UNDER is the only Mark 5, the most modern and best all-around athlete of the Jaegers. He's also the most brutal of the Jaeger force. Del Toro calls him "sort of brawler, like a bar fighter." (Page 64.)

And that is about all the info I could scrounge up and summarize in a post. I think there's a lot of interesting stuff here - like, I feel that the liquid circuit and muscle tissue stuff gives jaegers an eerily organic quality that could be played for some pretty interesting angles. And I also find it interesting that jaegers were meant to embody their own sort of character and personality, rather than just being simple combat machines or extensions of their pilots - it's a great example of a piece of media choosing thematic correctness over technical correctness, which when you get right down to it, is sort of what Pacific Rim is really all about.

#pacific rim #pacific rim 2013 #jaegers #jaeger #pacific rim lore

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Honestly, to me pillows and mattresses for Cybertronians are 100% logical. See, with their massive squarishy-edgy frames with bulging details on their backs, there absolutely has to be something soft and squishy for them to lay comfortably on. Their pillow technology must be miles beyond what we now have. Just imagine pillows that intuitively adapt to your head's weight and shape, so that they can support massive helms but are also pliable.

And what else? Pillow fucking. They don't have human skin that could get irritated. And they can produce more lubricants, so their experience must be a whole other level.

Every Cybertronian sleeps with their bedding in more than one sense. At least once in a lifetime, which is long as hell. That's just unavoidable. So every time you look at your favorite robot, no matter how much of a big and scary baddie or a morally high-grounded goodie they are, keep in mind that they fucked a pillow. Hard and wet.

I'm trying to figure out who must be the champion, the ultimate pillow fucker. The fandom suggests that it's Swerve. But is it just because you guys like him being a loser who never gets any?

#transformers #valveplug #pillow fucking

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blackbeautiesglobal · 11 months

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Teresa Lavae

#teresa lavae #blackisbeautiful #blackbeautiesglobal #ebony women #influencer #eye candy #fine ass women #ig model #brown skin #curvy girls #ebonycurves

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More Factorio speculation!

Vulcanus's metallurgic science introduces the Foundry, a sort of super-smelter that can make metal plates, gears, wire, etc with an inherent +50% production bonus and five module slots.

Fulgora's electromagnetic science introduces the Electromagnetic Plant, a sort of specialized assembler that can make circuits, electrical equipment, modules, etc with an inherent +50% production bonus and five module slots.

I expect that a building like that will be present on every planet in the Space Age expansion. So what's left?

The only big category of resources that isn't touched by either the electromagnetic plant or foundry is oil/chemical stuff; plastic, sulfur, lubricant, fuel, etc. So I feel confident that the third planet's special building will be some kind of enhanced chemical plant.

Which probably means we'll be getting a novel oil processing process on planet #3. Maybe the reverse of what Fulgora's oil sands have? Something that makes heavy oil important for more things than lubricant, some resource type that gives lots of petroleum gas, and a reverse cracking recipe?

If that's true, maybe planet #3 will be something like Titan, or like Titan crossed with Europa. A barren world, cold enough that ethylene condenses into pools on the surface.

But that's just a guess built on a foundation of more guesses. It could be something completely different, like a planet whose industry focuses on weapon stuff or uranium processing or something.

We'll find out eventually. We found out about Vulcanus three months ago, and Wube estimated a release date "about a year" after almost exactly six months from now. So I'm guessing we'll see a FFF about planet #3 some time around late May, and the final frontier either right before or right after the August release. Or at least, that's what I'm guessing Wube has scheduled; time will tell whether that works out!

While I'm here I'm guessing the final planet's Special Building is either some kind of super-rocket-silo, or a way to use science packs for purposes other than science. I think it would make sense for some of the last (non-infinite) technologies unlocked to be things that make linking planets together easier—a way to get resources from planetside to space platforms more easily, or upgrades for space platforms, or maybe something wild like interplanetary teleportation.

#factorio #speculation

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the-bjd-community-confess · 6 months

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Hello, Anon, this is your Oldie Chinese Diaspora Anon™️. I am sorry to keep you waiting. As you’ve probably noticed, vinyl and non-resin dolls are usually not my forte. It took a while to dig up some information for you, but I hope to be able to answer your questions.

The advent of “Cheaper, affordable MJDs” didn’t come from the desire to make BJDs affordable. In fact, the technology that really elevated the production of this kind of MJDs started from what we understand as vinyl collectibles. These small figurines are made from a combination of PVC powders as well as a series of other emulsifiers, lubricators and activators (From the factory that produces them, here: http://www.dgzhonglinhb.com/news_content-859681.html ) Different companies have slightly different recipes, which would explain the different pliability of their final products. The technology was first created as a way to create memorabilia that are of limited edition and they were first considered as collectibles. They’re known internally as “Urbanvinyls” and include signed trinkets that can go for hundreds, if not thousands of dollars. Some examples would be KAWS, Kidrobot, Tokidoki, Bearbrick etc.

With the rise of “Made in China” soft power, the internally patriotic sentiment had fostered local artist-designed vinyl collectibles, which had eventually ballooned into the blind box craze that we see in the last 4-5 years. It also opened a door for vinyl/PVC based MJDs. I do not think they were specifically made to usurp the DD/SmD market, but since “moe sells”, a lot of the new doll companies go with the cute, anime-inspired aesthetic while the blind boxes cater to more design elements. These newly designed MJDs tend to be small, usually 1/12 and 1/6; larger ones exist, but they are rare. In all, they are created to be much more like their direct inspiration, the “blind box collectibles” than what we would usually consider to be articulated dolls. It also meant their target demographic is very different as well. The lower price point allows more people to impulse buy out of FOMO; these are things you buy on a whim instead of saving up to buy.

In this arena, Imómó is not alone in terms of aesthetic, pricing or packaging. Other companies in this group include Hüa Jüan, Tïny Fóx, UFdóll, CNDóll, Kimdóll, Pópmilk, Mónst and the upcoming YünLai/LückyDoll, etc (but not YMY – who has lost a battle with Piccodo for copying their body design recently). These dolls are created with a higher number in circulation in mind – but still limited enough to stimulate the FOMO behaviour – with shared features (sharing bodies, design elements, etc). To keep the production cost down, these dolls would be considered rather threadbare compared to BJDs. I have seen box opening videos where the floating “blind box” heads were packaged in a brown shipping box and wrapped around in clear plastic bags with no other packaging material. The “accessories” for these dolls are usually close to none as well – no or very simple COAs, basic box, air-filled tubes instead of fabric cushions, etc.A snapshot in time in online stores shows that Imómó is definitely not an outlier in the new era of MJDs: https://weibo.com/1448114577/Nj9fqfog3

https://www.dollyteria.com/product-list/58?page=1

If there’s something that really made Imómó stand out, it was the rumours that spread within Chinese doll collectors earlier in the summer of 2023 about the company not issuing legitimate receipts (usually with the intention to cook their books to pay less in taxes). They accuse Imómó of being a “Three Nothings” company (no date of manufacture, no QC and no source factory) with really awful customer service. They had registered the company as an “overseas-based” one so they would be in a different tax bracket. Some collectors also accuse the owner and their family members infiltrating doll collector groups to hype up their own products and downplay the complaints. A popular agent, SWDólls, were also implicated in helping them to not issue traceable receipts. (Details and screen grabs can be found here: https://weibo.com/7303299294/N8lHE6wGE?type=repost ) I have also heard of owners who complain about the parts not fitting well, the seamlines were wide and uneven as well as other imperfections that should’ve never passed QC, if there was a QC.

I understand that most of us, who are looking in from the outside, would wholly welcome a new era of articulated dolls that are affordable. They are a great entry point for people who want to get into BJDs or just want to collect these dolls on their own. I personally think they are great the way they are, because they are starting to populate a brand-new market for people who like dolls in general. However, the first company that most folks encounter in this group was probably Imómó. I cannot comment on the accusations made by the Chinese collectors; all I can say is, I am hoping that the other named companies start to make headway into the overseas market. We’d been waiting.

Note: The write up here didn’t include previously existing vinyl dolls such as Azóne and Obitsü or the vinyl versions of resin dolls such as Kinókó Jüice and Püyüdolls. This write-up only includes MiC, PVC-based, original, MJDs. My understanding is that they are not on par with the company in question in terms of price range, target market and country of origin. I didn’t think they’d make for a fair comparison, but your mileage may vary.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #MJD #blindbox #HJD #Other Dolls #Knowledge Anon

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dollish-shard · 9 months

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Drone of the Wilds

The Drone of the Wilds lived in a small cabin, in the outskirts of the dark forest that bordered a small village. She stood out from her environment starkly; black nano-latex skin and smooth, faceless head highly out of place amongst thatched roofs and crude fabrics, quiet glens and clear streams.

She pushed open the door to her cabin, pulling her haul inside and hanging her bow on the wall. The dead creature, a six legged beast with shaggy fur, was effortlessly picked up and placed on a table.

The oils secreted from its fur would lubricate her joints well, and it’s organs would make a good base for her nutrient slurry. The rest, she could trade in town for things more useful to her.

Not for the first time, she mused on her luck. That such a backwater planet would be able to offer her a chance to live comfortably….

The Grand Hive had, at its height, been one of the biggest superpowers in the galaxy, respected and feared.

Even one of its mighty hiveships, shining black even against the darkness of space, was enough to conquer an entire planet. Each ship filled with millions of drones; converted humanoids joined together into something greater.

The human she had used to be had lived on one of those planets. A colony established by a long fallen planet named Earth, cut off from what little remained of that fledgling empire. A target ripe for conversion.

The human she had used to be had run in fear as the droneships descended on his planet, abducting people in the thousands. He had been terrified, so afraid of something he did not understand. So afraid, he ignored the tingle of excitement underneath.

He, along with the rest of his planet’s population, were placed in conversion pods. Organics merged with flesh, the hardware and software of his brain upgraded and reorganised. Wants, hopes, fears, emotional attachments… all stripped away. Replaced with obedience. Everything he was was assimilated by the Hive, the unnecessary discarded.

When she had finally emerged from that pod, along with hundreds of her sisters, all she felt was devotion to the Hive. She would not, until much later, truly appreciate her new body; smooth curves, powerful yet slender limbs, a blank slate where a face should be…

She was perfect.

She had served 146.31 cycles aboard Hiveship 462 before the Grand Hive fell. An alliance of rival forces had infiltrated Hiveship 000, from where the Grand Mxtress ruled over all, and destroyed her, contaminated the Hive. All at once it was severed. The network that connected all drones, providing them their orders, their purpose.

The hiveships all over the galaxy fell to chaos. Many drones began to regain their former lives, and in disgust of what they had become, self-terminated.

Others dedicated themselves to destroying all remnants of the Hive, the scattered hiveships that had managed to form smaller networks of their own.

She had not understood. She had never understood. Even as the network fell, she continued her existence as a drone.

Even with the return of those old memories; they weren’t her. The human she used to be sickened her. She did not miss him. Being a drone was far superior.

Those who were once her fellow drones chased her out, and hounded by the galaxy on all sides, she fled.

The other networks would not take her, the serial number tying her to a fallen hiveship marking her as terminate on sight. So she ran. For cycles, hoping from ship to ship, system to system.

It was a wormhole that brought her journey to an end. Her ship, a fragile thing, had been shredded by the forces, her alone ejected intact onto the strange planet upon which she could identify no stars in the night sky.

The people of the planet had been curious, but not afraid. They saw her as a curiosity, not a threat. She learned their language, told them her story. They felt sorry for her; not for the lost of her hive, but the lost of her humanity. It was a sentiment that confused her.

The planet’s technology was primitive; far too primitive for her to build a ship on. But it was irrelevant. She was safe there. None wanted her dead simply for the crime of being a drone. She was content to simply… be.

Some of the beings of the planet had strange powers, powers that defied comprehension. They called it magic; an obvious misunderstanding of some natural force, but one she alone could not quantify.

They had told her they could restore her old form, revert her to the human she used to be.

She had refused them. Why would she ever want to go back to that body? She was… drones did not used to have emotions, but now that she did, she could state with certainty she was ‘happy’.

Those wise men had shared a look with each other; something she did not understand shared in silent communication. It made her yearn for the Hive. Then, they had wished her luck, and left.

It had been 3 cycles since then. 3 cycles of relative peace. Of getting the chance to shift through the parts of her mind that resurfaced, to decide what to keep and what to toss. 3 years without the threat of termination, from drones or fearful organics.

She still missed the Grand Hive as it had been, a grand interconnected network of mindless belonging. But as far as lives went, being the Drone of the Wilds wasn’t so bad.

Not when compared to life as a human.

#empty spaces #microfiction #shard's stories #transhumanism #drone #it's a metaphor for something we wonder if you can guess

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Black inventors

From Perplexity:

Famous black inventors have significantly contributed to various fields, from everyday household items to groundbreaking technological advancements. Here are some notable figures:

George Crum (1824-1914): A chef who is credited with inventing the potato chip in 1853[1].

Frederick McKinley Jones (1893-1961): Developed refrigeration equipment for trucks, trains, ships, and planes, receiving over 40 patents. His invention, the Thermo King, revolutionized the food and medical transport industries[1].

Granville T. Woods (1856-1910): Accumulated almost 60 patents, improving railroad functioning. Notably, he invented the induction telegraph system for train communication[1].

George Washington Carver (1864-1943): An agricultural chemist who developed 518 products from peanuts and sweet potatoes, including ink, dye, soap, and synthetic rubber[1].

Madam C.J. Walker (1867-1919): Became the first African American woman self-made millionaire by creating a line of hair products for African American women[1].

Garrett Morgan (1877-1963): Invented the traffic signal and a safety hood that served as a prototype for the gas mask[1].

Mary Beatrice Davidson Kenner: Patented the sanitary belt in 1957, a significant advancement in women's health and hygiene[1].

Thomas L. Jennings (1791–1859): The first African American to receive a U.S. patent, for a dry-cleaning process[4].

Patricia Bath (1942-2019): Invented a laser cataract treatment, becoming the first African American female doctor to receive a medical patent[4].

Mark Dean (1957-present): Holds over 20 patents, including contributions to the creation of the color PC monitor and the first gigahertz chip[4].

Elijah McCoy (1844-1929): Known for his invention of the automatic lubricator for oiling steam engines, leading to the phrase "the real McCoy" to denote something authentic[4].

These inventors have left a lasting impact on society, demonstrating ingenuity and perseverance in the face of challenges.

Citations: [1] https://www.oprahdaily.com/life/work-money/g30877473/african-american-inventors/ [2] https://www.parents.com/kids/education/world-changing-black-inventors-that-every-kid-should-know-about/ [3] https://www.black-inventor.com [4] https://www.biography.com/inventors/g46697619/famous-black-inventors [5] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_African-American_inventors_and_scientists

From Gemini (formerly Bard):

20 Famous Black Investors with Short Descriptions:

Dr. Shirley Jackson: First Black woman to earn a doctorate in nuclear physics, invested in research and development for the U.S. Department of Defense.

Robert F. Smith: Founded Vista Equity Partners, a private equity firm with over $85 billion in assets under management. Known for his philanthropic endeavors.

Oprah Winfrey: Media mogul and investor, known for her investments in cable channels, production companies, and Weight Watchers.

Udayan I. Lekhraj: Founded CMG Partners, a private equity firm specializing in healthcare investments. Advocate for diversity and inclusion in venture capital.

Catherine Hughes: Founded Urban One, a media company serving the African American community. First Black woman to chair a publicly traded company in the U.S.

Rodney Bryant: Co-founded JUST Capital, a firm that measures and incentivizes corporations to prioritize stakeholder capitalism.

Ellen Johnson Sirleaf: Former President of Liberia, Nobel Peace Prize winner. Focused on economic development and investment in her country.

Ronald Lauder: CEO of Estee Lauder Companies, known for his investments in the beauty industry and philanthropic work.

Charles R. Bronfman: Chairman of The Seagram Company Ltd., invested in various industries including entertainment, real estate, and philanthropy.

John Rogers Jr.: Founded Ariel Investments, a mutual fund company with over $28 billion in assets under management. Advocate for responsible investing.

Marc Morial: Former mayor of New Orleans, currently president of the National Urban League. Focused on economic empowerment of Black communities.

Ronald Watkins: Founding CEO of Watkins Investing Group, invests in real estate and businesses within the Black community.

Melody Hobson: President and CEO of Ariel Investments, known for her work on financial literacy and diversity in boardrooms.

Aisha Evans: Founded BE Capital, a venture capital firm focused on Black and Latinx tech entrepreneurs.

Kevin Hart: Comedian and investor, known for his investments in production companies, streaming platforms, and sports teams.

Jay-Z: Rapper and entrepreneur, known for his investments in music streaming, sports teams, and venture capital funds.

Will Smith: Actor and investor, known for his investments in production companies, media platforms, and venture capital funds.

Serena Williams: Tennis champion and investor, known for her investments in venture capital funds focused on women and diverse founders.

Rihanna: Singer and entrepreneur, known for her investments in beauty brands, fashion lines, and technology startups.

LeBron James: Basketball player and investor, known for his investments in media companies, production companies, and technology startups.

Please note: This list is not exhaustive and can be debated in terms of individual importance and impact.

Reading List on Black Inventors:

Black Inventors: Lives That Mattered by Darlene R. Medford

Hidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race by Margot Lee Shetterly

Lifting the Veil: Celebrating the Unsung Heroes of Black History by Michael Hill

Lost Genius: The Forgotten Black Inventors Who Changed the World by Dennis Freeman

Pioneering Women in American Mathematics: From Agnes Scott to Emmy Noether by Pamela Prochazka

Black Inventors in Science and Technology by Shirley J. Smith

A Colored Man's Reminiscences of James M. Whitfield: With Recollections of the Early Struggles of Colored Men in Boston by Wilbur H. Siebert

Inventing the Future: Black Inventors in Science and Technology by Geneva Gay

African Americans in Science, Math, and Invention by Darlene R. Medford

Black Inventors in the United States by Darlene R. Medford

This list offers a variety of books covering different periods and areas of innovation by Black inventors. Consider exploring further based on your specific interests.

I hope this information is helpful!

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