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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 2 years ago

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Gold Dust

Pairing: Modern Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Public use of an app based sex toy, smut. Word count: ~1.8k

Summary: Aemond's office Christmas party is the last thing either of them want to attend, however, he comes up with an idea to make it fun for both of them.

Author's note: Can be read as an addition of this series, but also works as a standalone. Day seven of the Smuffmas prompts - "sharing a drink and toys". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Aemond edit in first picture is by @kyloremus.

It’s been six blissful months since her and Aemond moved in together. Having decided his own lofty high rise flat no longer felt like home - in truth, it never had - he’d offered a swap with Mysaria, and she’d leapt at the offer.

Aemond’s flat was paid for outright, so there’d be no expenses incurred on her part, beyond standard bills and utilities. She suited the space, adding a touch of glamour to the modern matte black and chrome surroundings. Her jaw had dropped when he’d handed her the deeds, his grandfather’s law firm already having handled the necessary paperwork and transfer of ownership. Aemond didn’t want rent, he simply wanted to live with the woman he loved. The simple act of Mysaria giving them a space to be by themselves was payment enough in his mind.

The security of the smaller, more homely feeling flat which she now shared with him had been trickier to negotiate. The landlord had snubbed Aemond’s initial offer to buy it from him, insisting he’d make more in rental payments from it than he would if he sold it. Some moderate pressure applied by the legal team of Otto Hightower, and an offer well above its current market value had soon seen to that, so now they were homeowners of a place that was theirs.

Mysaria’s old room had been turned into a home office, a space where either her or Aemond could work from home if and when they wanted to, aside from that they had made no further changes. The cosy little space was where they had shared their fondest memories, and every aspect of their relationship was woven into it.

She shrugs off her coat, hanging it up by the front door, and sighs in relief as the warmth of the central heating prickles her skin. She stoops to ruffle Vhagar behind the ears, a reward for the elderly doberman having reluctantly left her bed to greet her, before walking through to the living room. The blankets on the sofa are exactly as she’d left them the previous evening, and she eagerly retreats back into her nest, snatching up the TV remote from the coffee table.

“Good day?” Aemond asks, propping himself against the door frame as he emerges from the home office, the faintest smirk of amusement playing upon his lips as he looks at her.

She regards him with a warm smile, her features softening instantly despite how tired and irritated she feels. “Horrid, thanks for asking. Do we have any wine left?”

“There’ll be wine at the party, I expect,” he says, moving to sit next to her and brushing a chaste kiss against her temple.

“What?”

He narrows his eye at her, drawing back to look at her carefully. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

She groans as realisation dawns upon her. “Shit, your office Christmas party. Do we really have to go?”

He sighs, nodding and interlocks his fingers with hers. “Ordinarily, I’d give it a miss, you know I loathe parties, but my grandfather has called in more than a few favours for me this year. I owe him this.”

An hour later, and she steps out of the bedroom, hair and make-up finished and a slinky silk dress hugging her curves.

“Beautful,” Aemond breathes quietly, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

She smiles bashfully, feeling her skin heat up beneath the weight of his compliment as he pulls away, and watches with curiosity as he moves past her to rummage around on the top shelf of their wardrobe.

“What are you doing?”

“Your outfit’s missing something,” he tells her, pulling down the Lovehoney box, a glint in his eye as he turns to her.

“Aemond, no!”

The app controlled egg vibrator had been a drunken purchase on her behalf, that she’d regretted the moment it had arrived. Upon discovering it, Aemond’s reaction had been much more enthusiastic, kneeling between her spread legs and watching in fascination as she’d whimpered and writhed as he’d played with the settings using the app on his phone.

It had been fun at the time, but she’d considered it impractical and tucked it away, hoping he’d forgotten about it. It’s clear now that he hasn’t.

“Oh come now, darling, it’ll make the evening much more fun for both of us. Consider it an early Christmas gift to me.”

It doesn’t take much persuading, and soon she is sitting in the back of a black cab next to him, her coat pulled tight around her against the chilly December air, made colder still by a distinct lack of knickers, which Aemond had insisted she leave behind.

She is acutely aware of the feeling of the egg enveloped snugly inside of her, its presence, though discreet, making her feel as though she brandishes a scarlet letter that their taxi driver must be aware of.

“No!” She mouths desperately at Aemond as he pulls his phone from his pocket, thumb hovering over the app.

He flashes her the briefest of grins, tapping once on the screen. A mild singular buzz reverberates through her, causing her to clasp a hand over her mouth to muffle her squeal. Aemond eyes her carefully, poking at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before pocketing his phone once more.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

They step into the office, already bustling with people, chatter and light classical music fill the opulent space which is decked out in rich, mahogany furnishings and forest green upholstery, ever the indication that the Hightowers come from old money.

“There they are!” Aegon greets them loudly with a grin, arms spread and half drunk flutes of champagne clutched by the stem between each of his fingers. His shoulder length blonde hair is tousled, and his white shirt is open by three buttons.

“How long have you been here?” She asks, taking in his bedraggled appearance.

“‘Bout twenty minutes,” he slurs around a mouthful of vol-au-vent.

Otto steps up behind him, placing a ring clad hand upon his shoulder. “I tell you where you might like it, Aegon, on the terrace; outside.”

She watches with amusement as the older man leads him away.

“I’d better give him a hand,” Aemond mutters quietly, the warmth of his palm leaving her lower back as he moves to follow. He nods towards his older sister. “Good to see you, Hel.”

She smiles warmly at Hel leaning in as the two peck each other’s cheeks. “How are you doing?” She asks fondly.

“Starving!” Helaena complains, pulling her sheer turquoise wrap tighter around herself and waving away a tray of canapés that’s being offered around by a member of serving staff. “Not a single vegan option here, everything’s either got salmon in it or is slathered in cream cheese.”

“You could always sneak off to grab something?” She offers sympathetically.

“Aeg said there’s a kebab shop over the road. I might see if he’ll grab me a falafel wrap later. Anyway,” she continues, snatching up two flutes of champagne from a passing tray and handing one to her. “How are you?!”

“Yeah, really good!” She grins. “Aemond mentioned we might fly to New York for New Year’s, go and see Daeron. I’ve not met him yet and I– oh!”

She bows her head, biting back the quiet moan that tries to escape her, as the egg inside her vibrates incessantly. Her head snaps up, making eye contact with Aemond, who stands in a corner with his phone out, a sly smile upon his face.

Bastard.

“You alright?” Helaena asks, eyebrows pinched together in concern.

“Mhm…just...champagne bubbles…they go right up my nose!” She feigns a laugh, embarrassment making her skin feel hot.

Ever the dutiful girlfriend, she does her rounds of the office, speaking to colleagues and family members alike, though every interaction is thwarted by sudden and persistent vibrations between her legs.

After an hour of polite chit chat with Alicent, Criston, Otto and several other party guests, she leans back against the wall next to Aemond’s office door, needing a breather from socialising, but also feeling lightheaded from the intermittent throbbing in her core.

The door swings slowly open and Aemond steps out, a crystal tumbler of amber liquid in hand.

“Having fun?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Mmm,” she narrows her eyes, “you clearly are. What’s that you’ve got?”

“Laphroaig,” he tells her, swirling the liquid in his glass. “Thirty six year old The Wall Peat, to be precise. Grandfather would never offer this around to the guests. Lucky for me I know he keeps it stashed in his bottom desk drawer.”

“Lucky indeed,” she purrs up at him.

He grabs her hand, pulling her into his office and closes the door behind them, before backing her up against the desk, until she perches on the edge.

“Let me see,” he whispers, pushing her dress up above her hips.

His free hand applies gentle pressure to her knee, spreading her legs, and she watches the bob of his throat as he swallows thickly, taking in the sight of the arousal that coats her centre.

“Fuck,” he mutters darkly. “The idea of you walking around making innocent small talk while you’re soaked is driving me mad.”

She giggles, clenching around the egg that’s nestled within her as she sees his gaze darken. Aemond pulls out his phone again, changing the setting to a constant vibrate, before setting it down on the desk behind her.

Mewling helplessly, shockwaves of pleasure ripple through her as Aemond’s thumb swipes against her sodden folds, spreading her open to watch intently.

He takes a sip from his glass, and she gasps as he grabs her forcefully by the hair at the back of her head, crushing her lips against his and letting the whisky pass from his mouth to hers. She moans quietly, the intensity of the burn of the liquid that slips down her throat and the throbbing ache between her legs making her feel dizzy.

She is devastatingly close, can feel the pressure building to boiling point, and she whines, pressing her face into the crook of Aemond’s neck, fingertips rumpling the fabric of his black button down shirt as she grasps his biceps for purchase. “Fuck, Aemond, I–”

“It’s alright, I’ve got you, let go,” he coos.

She bites down on the juncture of his neck to muffle her pleasured cry, earning her a startled grunt from Aemond. Her body spasms around the toy, climaxing with a force that makes her toes curl inside of her high heels, before going limp against his chest.

He settles his glass down and strokes her hair before pulling back. His long, dexterous fingers wrap around the cord of egg, and despite how gentle he is as he tugs it free, she still hisses with overstimulation as it leaves her body. The sudden feeling of emptiness is alien to her after having spent most of the evening with it inside of her.

“Can…can we go home now?” She asks tiredly, as he wraps the toy in tissue and deposits it on the desk.

“Hmmm, not just yet,” Aemond tells her, taking her hand and guiding it to palm over the erection that strains against the confines of his suit trousers. “I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 3 months ago

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For the wip game, I can't decide between the 5 times fic or cuddle pollen, so i leave the choice to you.

Thank you so much for your ask 🥰

5 Times You Were Not Dating Bucky Barnes

I love a 5+1 fic so much and I think this one is going to be really fun and silly. Sam and Joaquín are convinced you're dating Bucky, but you're adamant you're not, you're just...friends, colleagues.

You are not dating Bucky Barnes. At least once a day these words come out of your mouth and it's becoming so frequent now that you're considering just recording yourself and playing it back on your phone. Colleagues, partners in the field, friends. Not a couple. Not dating. "Did you hear that, Wilson? She said —" "Yeah, yeah, sure." Sam rolled his eyes at Bucky, sighing dramatically in a way that only Sam is really allowed to get away with. Bucky hadn't taken his eyes from your laptop screen or the secure file you were scrolling through. "Look awful close though." You looked up this time, the top of your head brushing Bucky's cheek, his breath was warm against your own and the contrast between his exhale and the cold glass of the table gave you goosebumps. "We're reviewing the data Joaquín sent us, what do you want us to do?" You snapped, scrolling to the next page of mind numbingly boring KPIs and MIs. Just your luck to get the management files and nothing juicy. "Perhaps use the projector?" Sam clicked a button on the table and the details on your screen lit up the plain, white wall of the conference room. Embarrassed heat flared up your spine and you shivered. "Not very secure though, is it, Captain?" Bucky picked up the remote and switched the projector off, his eyes on the laptop screen. The plastic of your chair squeaked as he tightened his hold on it, and the door slammed shut behind Sam.

Cuddle Pollen

So I saw this post a while ago and it sparked so much joy I had to pop something in my WIPs. I actually had more written of this than I remember, so thank you for making me go and check it!

I've started two fics with this idea. One from reader's pov where she thinks Bucky hates her even though she's sort of obsessed with him, until they get trapped in a lab with what is essentially truth serum.

And the other is that Bucky is triggered during a mission when a HYDRA agent injects him and reader goes after him. She finds a lab full of chemicals and vials and with Natasha's help they find an "antidote". Reader is sure it's just an antidote for the previous "poison", but when the Winter Soldier starts following her around, she reveals the truth.

I guess I'll probably write both in the end, here's a snippet from the first fic 🥰

You didn’t think it was possible to make yourself look more foolish than usual, but then you’d always somehow beaten the odds. You’d somehow made it onto the Avengers training programme, somehow passed, somehow ingratiated yourself with the most senior members of the team and then - somehow - you’d managed to lock yourself in an underground bunker with the one team member you were sure hated you. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Not only had Sergeant Barnes had to catch you when you almost fell out of the Quinjet and then rebuckled your utility belt when it almost fell to the floor, he had also followed you into this stupid trap because of one of your hunches.

My WIP titles

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Elsie's WIPs

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reginaphalangelobster · 5 months ago

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Dandelions Part 2

fem!reader x avengers

Warnings: fluff, fluff and fluff, I don't think there are any others.

Summary: Your life continues to change with the Avengers.

Word Count: 1,909

Part 1:

It had only been a months since the battle of New York and you life had changed so much, and not just with the knowledge that aliens exist.

In that month you had become an Avenger. You had moved into Avengers Tower, and discovered you had a special talent, magic.

When Thor was about to take Loki back to Asgard Loki said something, 'Watch the little witch over there, she is very powerful and could destroy you in seconds.' You had no idea what he was talking about. Everyone brushed it off, thinking he was trying to mess with their heads but you didn't. You researched many different books for hours and found that you could do magic. You read spell books for hours and honed your craft. After just a day if experimenting you conjured a dandelion, it wasn't much but you created it out of thin air. You saw golden particles floating around you and drawing to your cupped hands, when you opened them a beautiful dandelion sat in your palms. You ran to Tony to tell him about your new found power and you were both ecstatic.

You designed your own superhero costume with the help of Tony. It was a completely white, sleeveless bodysuit with a high neckline and an extended back that mimicked a conductor's coat. You had smooth white boots with golden tops that went half way up your calf, with magnetised soles. You hid a knife and a retractable batton in the sides of your boots. You had a gold utility belt with compartments that carried explosives, smoke bombs, foam bombs, a retractable grappling hook, multiple knives, guns and a hallucinogenic lipstick of your own design. You had two gold wrist bands that went halfway up your forearm. They had screens in them that you could use to watch security footage and remotely control drones and cameras. You even had a pair of gold rimmed glasses you kept in your belt that had the same technology as Tony's Iron Man helmet. And you had two golden katanas slung across your back. You had even come up with a superhero name; Genesis.

You trained with Steve and Natasha in the training room, not that you needed any help, it was mainly just to keep your skills sharp. The first week you trained with them you had Steve on his back and Natasha followed a few days later.

You practised archery with Clint, you had some experience but you wanted to get much better and he was the man to teach you. Clint also taught you how to sneak up and spy on people, again you were pretty good at that but you can always learn more. The two of you sat in the vents of the tower for two days straight and no one knew a thing.

You used your magic to train with Thor, as he has experience in that area due to his brother. The first time you knocked the mighty, powerful god on his ass you squealed with joy.

Tony and Bruce showed you lots of different things in that lab and you help them with experiments and and developing new technology. You would often spend late nights with them in the lab. You would call it a day once you could see the morning light peeking up over the city if you hadn't already fallen asleep together on the couch or in your desk chairs.

You had gotten close with the rest of the team when you weren't training too.

One morning you were up early and Steve asked you on one of his runs and you really enjoyed chatting to him about what it was like in the forties and and liked talking to you about the modern world. The morning runs and chats became a bit of a ritual for the two of you. You were always a bit of an old soul so it was nice to have someone with similar interests around, like Steve. One day you were chatting about music.

'So what's your favourite song?' you puffed out.

'Cheek to Cheek'

'Fred Astaire's a classic'

'You know Fred Astaire?'

'Of course'

'Hmmm do you know In The Mood?'

'Glenn Miller, 1940, one of my favourite instrumentals'

'What about I'm Stepping Out With A Memory Tonight?

'Also 1940 by Jimmy Dorsey'

'Ok' he said with a pause 'It's Been A Long, Long Time'

'Kitty Kallen, 1945'

'And?'

'Uh... And The Harry James Orchestra!'

'Almost got ya that time'

'Almost'

'Alright then, a harder one'

'We'll Meet Again'

'Vera Lynn, 1939'

'Who else?'

'Ummm.....'

'Give up yet?'

'No, just give me a second'

'By all means, take your time' he said getting ready to float over his victory.

'Sailors, Soldiers & Airmen of Her Majesty's Forces!' you all but yelled out.

'Damn, you're really good'

'Thank you, Captain' you said in a somewhat teasing voice.

One day your name was drawn to stay back from the mission and watch the tower, nobody could agree on how should do it so Clint suggested a random selection of names in a bowl and the team ended up using that for all of the chores.

You decided to do everyone a favour and get the groceries too since you could cast a spell to hide your identity, you loved being an Avenger but not being able to go out in public was a very annoying side affect that the whole team felt.

So you took one of the cars Tony got for the team and drove to the grocery store. You went down the isles getting everything on your list, when you saw 20 boxes of pop tarts you were sure you misread it but it was underlined in bold with a little 'thank you' from Thor. Who would have thought a god would be addicted to pop tarts? Nonetheless you got the rest of the items on the list and went to the check out with a shopping cart pilled up almost as high as the ceiling. After you finish loading everything in the car you decided to stop by the farmer's market, luckily you found a spell you could use to stop the ice cream from melting. You gathered two baskets full of fresh produce, never once forgetting to use Tony's unlimited credit card, and almost overflowed the car. Once you got back to the tower it took you a good hour to unload and unpack everything, even while using your powers. You decided to make a huge feast for everyone to show them how much you appreciate their kindness, and because Thor eats an absolute tonne of food after missions. You decided to make beef wellington and rack of lamb with roast vegetables. After you prepared the meat you cut up and seasoned three huge trays worth of vegetables and put them in the oven.

When the team got back they could immediately smell dinner cooking and they all let out low moans at the delicious scent.

'I know I said nothing's too expensive put did you hire a private chef?' Tony yelled out not sure where you were.

'Nope, I'm cooking' you said popping up from behind the counter, startling him. 'Beef Wellington, rack of lamb and roast vegetables'

'That sounds amazing, I didn't know you could cook' Steve said walking up behind Tony.

'Well I am full of surprises' you say checking the oven 'Now why don't you all go and wash up and dinner will be on the table in 20 minutes'

'That sounds amazing' Natasha groaned, clearly tired from the mission.

Everyone went to their rooms and came back 20 minutes later to see you placing dinner on the table.

'I hope you like it, I haven't cooked for a while'

'I'm sure it will be great' Bruce said with a soft smile.

As everyone started to eat the room was filled with praise and moans of pleasure, the whole team delighting in the first home cooked meal they'd had in what was probably years.

Over dinner you discussed the mission and all the details, you were glad to have missed out on this one as it seemed particularly tedious.

After dinner Steve and Bruce helped you take the dishes to the kitchen and insisted you go and sit with the other while they washed up.

You sat in the gap between Thor and Tony on the couch.

'So, Jamie Oliver, what do you want to watch?' Tony asked you, holding the tv remote.

You rolled your eyes and the nickname, secretly loving the compliment. 'I don't mind, whatever you want'.

'I know the perfect movie' Tony said, a mischievous smirk playing across his lips.

'The Nanny Diaries' you said reading the screen 'Looks interesting'

As the movie played Tony couldn't stop giggling under his breath. You looked at him suspiciously but decided to just forget about it and watch the movie until you saw Annie Braddock.

The main character came on the screen just as Bruce and Steve walked in.

Everyone either burst out in laughter or looked at the screen in shock when they saw her face.

She looked exactly like the terrifying assassin sitting across from you in an armchair.

You didn't know what to say so you just went with the first thing that came to mind. 'You look good blonde, Nat'.

She stared at you for a second before turning to Tony and giving him the most threatening death state you'd ever seen.

Tony looked her dead in the eyes and said 'Wait, it gets better'.

So you continued to watch them movie, on alert for any stray knives Natasha my throw at Tony, making you really regret sitting next to him. Then the movie introduced 'Harvard Hottie' who was a carbon copy of Steve.

The super soldier sunk as low into the couch as he could. Tony started cackling, joined by Clint and Thor who were having the time of their lives. You all continued to watch them movie, though it was more entertaining watching Natasha fuming and Steve blushing. Then came the 4th of July party. Thus far you had only giggled but the moment the two characters, who looked exactly like your friends, stood in the elevator, one of them dressed in a huge America themed dress, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You turned to Natasha and said 'I knew you were beautiful but I never knew you were Mrs America'. You barely finished your sentence with a straight face then Tony started howling next to you and you finally let lose. You were cackling like a witch and Natasha didn't help 'I'm going to kill both of you'.

'I hope you wear that dress while you do it!'

And with that Natasha left, you hoped she wasn't getting any knives or guns but you couldn't be sure.

The dandelions really did work.

You were in bed a few weeks later when you felt a rumble shake the tower and no doubt, wake the rest of the team. You ran out your door, to the stairs and you rushed through the stairwell door avoiding falling debris. You started to make your way down the stairs when you were met with a raging fire. You turned around to go back up but some debris had fallen down and blocked your path, trapping you with the fire.

Where were your dandelions now?

To Be Continued....

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tatert07s · 5 months ago

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Kings

I feel it’s about time for me to create a proper introduction for this project, as a lot of the artwork I make for it, feels very out of context.

Most of the sketches and illustrations you(‘ll) see, are both artwork for my portfolio, but also material for a pitch package.

Kings is a Sci-Fi neo-noir project, whose characters are representative of face cards in a standard playing court card deck. It is a story that utilizes Iranic cultures and politics from West and Central Asia.

Its storyline and “vibe” in a nutshell, can be described as third-person Dishonored, with the aesthetics of a James Bond film (specifically Casino Royale), and a Kill Bill revenge plot.

The setting takes place in the Proxima Centauri system, in a fictional planet called Paraydun.

Characters include:

'Jack' (Kasra) Sardar. A knight and right-hand advisor for the King with an existential crisis. She feels that her purpose in life is unfulfilling, and a big component of her background is kept as a secret hidden from her by her father, Jahangir Shah.

Jahangir Sardar Shah. The King. “The Ageless King” as one may describe. He had been running Paraydun, for greater than ten-thousands of years. He is charismatic and silver-tongued, but also a precarious leader. He assigned ‘Jack’ on a mission to hunt down the Div, a fiend to the monarchy. Really likes a good game of poker.

Tahereh Gharib. The Queen. A newly appointed Chief Executive Officer of Salomat Labs, originally founded by Jahangir Shah. Tahereh is also a diplomat for the judiciary court of Paraydun.

The Div, The Joker: An ex-medical assistant robot—now controlled by a hacker that infiltrates political headquarters and operations. From embassies in space stations, to highly secured agencies in remote areas of Paraydun.

Side character--Matlouba Rajabova (Ace): A Tajik-Afghani immigrant, originally from Kulab, Tajikistan. She is a robotics engineer that specializes in cybernetics.

#project #kings #scifi #art #my art #digital art

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drdemonprince · 8 months ago

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This is a dumb question and I’m high so it might be incoherent - but would it be strange or a bad idea to join fetlife as someone who is pretty inexperienced, and completely so with kink? I’m a 25 yr old repressed dyke late bloomer and I’ve been trying lex because I appreciate the post format there where you can explain bluntly what you’re looking for, but I live in a smaller city and it’s tumbleweeds and crickets. What I appreciate from the discussions I’ve sought out from ppl in kink scenes is their comfort talking abt / negotiating sex earnestly and openly - I wanna get over my fear of gay dating too etc etc but I also just wanna fuck and the dating apps available to me (banned from tinder, tme so not gonna act like a chaser and use grinder dykishly) seem pretty inhospitable to profiles tailored towards hookups / fwb. And I am notttt smooth enough to cruise at bars to be frank and real 😩 any place on fetlife for a baby dyke service top looking for girls to show them the ropes?

First, let me just tell you that if you're horny and looking to fuck you should absolutely get on Grindr to chat with the dolls are you fucking kidding me!!! Grindr is now officially an "all genders" app, but it has always been utilized by trans women & trans men alike, and a 25-year-old dyke seeking hookups could do real fuckin numbers over there with the girlies. As long as you are okay with having to ignore a lot of messages from dudes and block people as needed, you should ABSOLUTELY get on the platform and message some hot trans women.

As for your main question: Fetlife is a great place to start looking for hookups, too. It's not as fast-paced as Grindr, say, but you should be able to find local groups and events through there, and perhaps see some local cuties on the dashboard that you can slide into the DM's of. The more complete your profile & active you are as a poster on there, the more eyeballs you will get in front of, but generally it's a far more self-directed app than most social media apps of today. That means you'll have to search the tags, events, groups, etc that interest you and put yourself out there.

I've had some amazing hookups and relationships off that app, attended some sex parties, and gotten more plugged into the existing kink scene, and you can too! Even friends of mine living in more remote areas like distant exurbs of Winnipeg and shit have been able to find dungeons, local hypnosis munches, play partners, and Dominants on there. Kinky people have a way of making shit happen! You might even be surprised how many spaces are quietly all around you right now.

You may even be able to use a local queer kinky personals type group to mention that you're an aspiring service top looking for some helpful bottoms. I think you'll have no problem finding some eager beavers on that front -- lots of wlw are looking for dykey top, and some of them are actually communicative, generous bottoms who will help show you the way and value your topping for the gift that it is. Again, be prepared to ignore messages from people who don't interest you or squick you out, and to block men/couples looking for a unicorn/anyone else who ignores your preferences on your profile and messagesyou, as that kind of thing will happen. But personally, I consider that a fair tax to have to pay for getting to use a free-flowing, openly sexual platform where hookups can be secured relatively quickly and you can post nudes.

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reality-detective · 10 months ago

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To the Cabal & Those Of Baal Worship

Do you want to know a secret?

- Remember the good ole days when someone had to be wired to gather information for a sting operation?

- Remember how someone would be searched before they entered a high security area for secret meetings you didn't want recorded on record?

- Remember when you could ensure that if someone would speak of what went on you had a way to get rid of them?

I want you to think of a hypothetical technology for second. Let's call it "Bio-Sensory Neural Interface" or "Energetic Biofield Interface" (EBI)

What can this technology achieve?

• The Bio-Sensory Neural Interface (BSNI) technology represents intelligence-gathering methodologies. It leverages the interaction between advanced computational systems and the human energetic biofield to facilitate seamless, real-time communication and data acquisition from human sensory experiences.

• Utilizes sophisticated sensors to interact with the human biofield, capturing and interpreting electromagnetic signals naturally emitted by the body.

• Enables non-invasive interfacing, ensuring the integrity and operational security of the actor.

Real-Time Sensory Data Transmission:

• Converts sensory input (visual, auditory, olfactory, and tactile) into digital data streams, allowing remote operators to experience the actor's environment firsthand.

• Acts as a live sensory transceiver, making the human body a dynamic tool for intelligence collection.

Cognitive Communication:

• Facilitates direct, silent communication between the operator and the actor through thought transmission, eliminating the need for spoken words or physical devices.

• Supports bidirectional communication, enabling strategic planning and real-time adjustments through inner dialogue.

What does this basically mean in more mundane terms?

This basically eliminates the need for physical implants or external devices, reducing the risk of detection and enhancing the safety of the operative in sensitive environments. Which means you could never detect any infiltration apparatus. You could never know who is working for the good guys.

This is one reason why your plans never pan out. This is why you can never quite nail down why something didn't go as planned. This is why you can never trace or track how certain info was shared to those who were never invited to your secret clandestine meetings.

You think because you hold them while a major celebrity is performing in town that the powerful political figures attending would fly under the radar because everyone is distracted with Taylor Swift? You are some funny guys.

BSNI technology is ideally suited for intelligence operations requiring high levels of discretion and security. Its applications extend to military intelligence, covert operations, and high-stakes negotiations where traditional intelligence methods may be impractical or too intrusive. And please avoid trying to look up this technology. This is not what it is called.

This is Mind-to-Mind technology. You all have been caught with your pants down. And now you are way too far behind to catch up to how this could have possibly been used against you. Now you are scrambling. Trying to wonder how you have had to resort to outright assassination attempts. Something that wasn't on the cards before you 1st tried years ago.

Oh' well. You lose. Off to G¡tmo you go. Pain-(☠️) is in your future.

- Julian Assange

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do your own research #do your research #do some research #ask yourself questions #question everything #julian assange #news

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queenlua · 9 months ago

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My favorite example of this is zlib. Just like xz-utils, it's a compression library. Arguably it's the compression library, because zlib is absolutely everywhere – including in OpenSSH. New versions of their source code are distributed from zlib.net, and the server running zlib.net is hosted by a small company in Michigan called a2hosting.com where a managed VPS starts at $26.95/month. This hosting company is particularly fond of using CPanel and exim, both of which are enabled for zlib.net. That means the supply chain integrity for practically everything relies on the integrity of a2hosting.com and the absence of any remote exploits in CPanel or exim. The track record here isn't exactly encouraging, and I haven't even got to Pure-FTPD, Apache httpd, or Dovecot (and this is just the stuff that's directly on zlib.net, we're not even considering how a2hosting.com itself might be attacked). Find a good vulnerability in any one of these projects, or a way to backdoor them for that matter, and you have a good shot at backdooring the zlib source code distribution.

#lmao #thanks. i hate it.#filthy hacker shit

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rmmhk · 6 months ago

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The AI Revolution in Remote Monitoring and Management is Here!

The RMM Software Market is projected to grow at an astonishing 15.4% CAGR from 2023 to 2030. This rapid growth is driven by the integration of Artificial Intelligence (AI) into remote monitoring and management solutions.

Key benefits of AI-powered RMM:

Real-time monitoring and analysis

Predictive analytics for proactive maintenance

Automated incident response systems

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As a professional in the IT industry, it's crucial to understand how AI is transforming RMM. By embracing these technologies, organizations can: ✅ Reduce mean time to detect and respond to incidents ✅ Improve predictive analytics for equipment failures ✅ Optimize resource allocation and utilization ✅ Enhance threat detection and security capabilities

Are you ready to leverage AI in your RMM strategy? Share your thoughts and experiences in the comments below!

#AI #RemoteMonitoring #ITManagement #TechInnovation

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It really is spectacular how much you don't realize a situation was bad until you leave it. I'm about 13 months removed from my old job now, and it came up in conversation with one of my direct reports. She commented jokingly about the security cameras we have, and I explained to her how my old company had forced software onto everyone's computers that they insisted was only a "tool" to help identify "processes that could benefit from efficiencies" but was, unsurprisingly, essentially spyware that they used to harass and terminate people for not spending every waking second of the day working. It was some AI-assisted nightmare that would begin recording if you hadn't clicked your mouse between screens or typed in 120 seconds. It logged everything you typed, whether you sent/posted it or not. It had a set "idea" of tasks it deemed value add or unproductive. It did not account for meetings or phone calls, it did not account for certain external and internal sites that were 100% job related. If you did not score a 97% average "productivity up" time at the end of the week, you were admonished. Yes, you should always assume your employer is "watching" but I cannot describe to you what it feels like to not only know that but to have that data rubbed in your face and to be made to feel like human dirt because you were sick or had a bad day or simply had a bunch of tasks that the system wasn't smart enough to deem productive. The irony of them telling me that I should utilize the company therapist/take a walk/stretch to cure the crippling depression I was experiencing at that job when their own software would punish me for not spending that time working. I know this kind of thing isn't unheard of with remote jobs, and obviously if someone is playing WoW all day every day instead of working then it's a problem. But most places you would hope would only look into that data if someone was really falling apart or you suspected like, illicit behavior. Instead they micromanaged everyone to death, uplifted the bootlickers and encouraged a culture of surveillance. I made a joke about how I still sometimes find myself frantically clicking around on my system at work as a reflex, and she was like "....dude, that's literally inhumane and I think you might be mildly traumatized." And you know what? She's probably not wrong! I remember always feeling crazy talking to friends in other jobs who were just like "yeah as long as you do your job description and aren't downloading porn to the work laptop no one really cares what you're doing." But I stayed because of my warped sense of self worth being tied to my salary and look what it got me. Yes, yes, it lead me to what is now a very good place but I also feel like... sometimes you do not need to be thankful for suffering. Sometimes it was just Bad.

#maybe one day i'll feel up to telling the full story about how i quit in spectacular fashion #because it was in fact related to this particular productivity program lol

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littlemissmanga · 1 year ago

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Date Night Pt 4

Pairing: Dogma x F!OC (Yen Ori'ken)

Rating: G

Warnings: Self-doubt/negative self thinking (by Dogma)

W/C: 4,025 (literally longer than the other 3 parts combined. Sorry that's what took so long!)

Summary: No O66 AU. Right to Love Matchmaking is a service to help clone troopers assimilate into civvie society and kick start their romantic lives following the reveal of Palpatine as a sith and the end of the Galactic Civil War. Dogma, reassigned to the 501st but dealing with lingering trauma from Umbara, never intended to utilize their services, committing himself to being the perfect solider he feels he failed to be before. That is, until Captain Rex intervenes, introducing the reluctant trooper to another stubborn force of nature: Matchmaker Yen Ori'ken.

Date Night: Part 1 (Rex x Reader), Part 2 (Cody x Reader), Part 3 (Dogma x F!OC. Only Part 3 needed to understand Pt 4). Right to Love AU Page

It was the best date she had ever been on.

And she hated herself for enjoying it.

Yen had lost objectivity. The very trap she knew to avoid, the pitfall over which she had built a scaffolding of professionalism to protect against. Guilt gnawed at her stomach, making it churn uncomfortably as she looked through another batch of profiles.

And as much as she wanted to follow her kneejerk reaction and blame Daria for the hair-brained idea to go on a date with a client, Yen knew the fault lay solely within herself.

And possibly a little with Dogma.

It was insidious, just a tiny flutter at the way he had used his body to help her move through the crowd. It was a small gesture, barely anything. Something she’d smile knowingly at if a client had mentioned it to her after one of their own dates.

But no one had ever done anything like that for her. Not once. Not even on a real first date. In fact, looking back on her, admittedly sparce, dating history, Yen couldn’t think of a single previous boyfriend who had ever done anything remotely chivalrous.

No one who’s gentle hand and quiet guidance made her ever feel so … precious. Worth the effort of protection.

Honestly, if any had, she probably would have looked at them as if they had grown another limb. She never liked being treated as if she were incompetent, unable to handle herself without assistance in public.

But with Dogma, it didn’t feel like that at all.

A slow, sweet heat crawled over the tops of her cheeks as she remembered the warmth of his body against hers. He didn’t steer her or make a show of his actions. He just silently helped her, giving her a little more space in the crush of bodies, a little more room to move comfortably. His hand on her back wasn’t controlling. It was warm and gentle, a soothing reassurance.

That’s all. That’s it. But the kind consideration rocked her deep. The fact that she knew that Dogma had no expectations of her beyond her doing her job made the warm feeling settle in Yen’s core.

She tried to ignore it at first, but as the night continued, it only got worse. Relieved of the propriety of their previously formal interactions and released from expectations himself, Dogma bloomed before her, revealing his dry humor and kind heart in between performances.

A gentle man who had wrapped himself in steel to keep himself and others safe.

Yen now understood why all those women were so broken hearted over failing to secure a second date. For one brief night, all of that was focused on her.

And she hated how much she wanted it to happen again.

Because it couldn’t. She knew that. He was her client and she promised to do right by him. Her professionalism demanded it and Dogma deserved nothing less.

Of course, that was her other problem.

It had been two weeks since their faux date and Dogma was still refusing to meet anyone for a second time, forcing Yen to sort through even more potential matches for him than before, hating that the next one she reaches out to could be the reason she will cut ties with Dogma.

Worse, she hated how the jealousy settled thick and heavy in her gut. It was pulling her down and with each profile she sent, she could feel it constricting within her.

She needed to purge it to regain some semblance of sanity. Usually, an issue of this caliber would have her trudging into Daria’s office for her out-of-the-box ideas that are usually just crazy enough to work.

But not this time. Not if it meant admitting to the soft flutter that was slowly turning to bitterness inside her.

And, her initial reaction aside, she didn’t want Dar taking any of this on her own shoulders.

Wait a minute! That’s it!

The solution she needed was staring her right in the face! She may not be able to control her little crush, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t still uphold her commitment to her profession and to Dogma.

With renewed optimism quieting the churn of her nerves, if only a little, Yen composed one more message.

Dear Dogma, In light of our lack of progress in finding you a partner, I think it prudent for us to meet face to face again. I apologize for being forward, but I’ve canceled your scheduled date tomorrow evening so we can discuss a clear solution and direction forward. Let’s meet then at the café from our first encounter. Thank you for your time, Yen

Her writing always came across more formal than she really spoke. Or maybe it was her tone that softened the words to his ears when he heard her directly.

But Dogma could tell even through the text that Yen was angry when she wrote the comm message. And he didn’t blame her.

Sitting on his bed in the barracks on Coruscant, Dogma ran a hand through his regulation-cut hair, for once uncaring how a few errant curls escaped the careful style. Ever since he realized his feelings for her, he was stuck. He was still unable to connect with any of his dates, but Yen’s next-day questioning morphed from feeling supportive to invasive, probing as if she could sense he was hiding something.

He could tell she was growing more frustrated with his non-answers.

The thought made his chest tighten uncomfortably. He never wanted to disappoint her. But he couldn’t — wouldn’t — lie to her or these other women and pull them all into his mess.

But you’ll lie to keep them out of it, he thought bitterly.

“Damn another in-person meeting?” Fives’ voice rang right in his ear.

“Kriff, Fives! Haven’t you heard it’s rude to read other people’s comms?” Dogma growled.

His brother ignored his righteous indignation. “I know finding someone who’ll accept the planet-sized stick up your ass is a tall order, but I never would have thought Yen would struggle this much.”

“Kark off, sha’buir.”

Fives’ hand came down hard on his shoulder and while Dogma knew his brother’s teasing was well-intended, he couldn’t handle the unique combination of arrogance and optimism that fueled the ARC trooper. With a shrug, he flung it off, and Fives pulled back, hands in front of him in surrender.

“Sorry, vod. Just trying to help lighten the mood.”

“Only you are used to being flattered by insults, Fives,” Tup said, no bite in his voice as he entered the barracks. “But seriously, Dogma, you look like you’ve just been assigned a suicide mission. I know this part is a lot to handle, but I think you’re thinking too hard. Yen will find someone. Trust her and the process and you’ll get through it.”

He could feel the truth bubbling up inside him, shifting his stomach uncomfortably as it rose up his throat.

“No, I won’t.”

It was a single drop of relief. Nowhere near satisfying … and enough to make him need more.

“Sure you will,” Fives assured, sincerity filling his tone despite his flippant delivery.

Tup rolled his eyes at the older trooper before sitting next to his squad mate. “He’s right, you know. Right to Love has had great success. I’m not as familiar with Yen, but I can’t imagine anyone else could have possibly helped Fives.”

“Hey!”

“Oh, go be insulted by something you didn’t say first,” Tup teased before turning back to Dogma. “But he is right. A few more dates and you’ll find someone who’s right for you.”

Dogma shook his head as it fell forward into his hands. “You don’t understand.” He felt Tup’s hand resting on his back, encouraging him without words. “I … I have found someone I connected with.”

“That’s great!” Tup’s cheer was short-lived as he saw Dogma’s grim expression didn’t budge. “But …?”

With a sigh, Dogma steeled himself against his brothers’ reaction. “But it’s Yen.”

Fives scoffed. “I know she’s tough as nails, but don’t take it personally. She’ll be pissed about the paperwork if you realized you liked a girl after you passed more than she’ll be put off by your indecision.”

“No, you nerfherder.” Dogma spat, unable to spare Fives any more patience. “It’s Yen. The person I connected with is Yen. When we went on our fake date, it … it just hit me.”

Both his brothers blinked owlishly in response, their twin expressions of surprise almost funny. But Dogma felt any tinge of humor fade the longer they stood there in silence. He dropped their gaze, head hanging in shame.

Tup’s hand moved up to his shoulder, gripping gently yet firmly to pull his brother up. “You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Of course it’s a bad thing. I can’t tell her about it, so I’m stuck going on dates I don’t want and know will fail, and now I can feel her getting frustrated as well. I’m lying to everyone and I can’t keep it up anymore!”

“Why do you have to?” Tup asked gently.

“Yeah, no reason why you can’t just tell Yen how you feel,” Fives added. “It’s not like it’s against regulations anymore.”

“No.” Dogma shook his head firmly. “Absolutely not. She’s been nothing but kind and professional through everything. And this? This is highly unprofessional. I can’t even imagine how she’d react to a client crossing that kind of boundary with her.”

“Unless she wants you, too.”

“She doesn’t.”

“You know that for sure?”

“No, but …”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re ori’vod is an ARC! Advanced Reconnaissance Trooper, remember? I’ll do some sleuthing and –

“Not even over my dead body, Fives. I don’t want you within ten feet of this situation.”

“I have to agree with him here,” Tup shrugs softly. “This is for Dogma to sort out on his own.” He turned back to Dogma then. “But you should still tell her. You don’t know for sure. So she could return your feelings. And even if she doesn’t, then at least you won’t be stuck in limbo like this.”

The option did sound tempting, even if the shadow of Yen’s rejection chilled him to the bone.

But the thought that really frightened him was one of her saying yes. Like his confession, he could feel his self-doubt bubbling up and despite every instinct to keep it hidden, Dogma just didn’t have the fight left in him. Not in front of his brothers.

His voice was quiet, subdued as he gave words to the thoughts that polluted his mind. “But I’m defective. Why would she want someone like me when she could choose anyone else?”

“What!?”

Fives dropped to rest a knee on the bed on Dogma’s other side, his hand pulling him back and forcing him to meet his gaze.

“In what galaxy are you defective?”

“In the one where I was willing to let you get shot, where I executed a general, where I was literally almost decommissioned for being defective.”

“But you weren’t! Because you’re not!”

“I am!” The shout rang through the barracks, and even the reverberating echoes didn’t soften it. “I always have been.”

“No, Dogma, you’re not.” Tup’s hand came to rest on Dogma’s shoulder just as gently as his words had. “You’re uptight, anxious, and annoyingly strict at times. You over-analyze everything and are so obnoxious when things don’t go the way you want them to.

“You have a lot of flaws, brother, but they’re not defects.”

Before Dogma could refute anything, Fives chimed in.

“More than that, you’re also loyal to a fault. You bend over backwards for others just because it’s the right thing to do. You’re patient and kind and solid in a tight spot and I’m proud to fight beside you and call you my brother.

“You went against the regs on Umbara because the regs were wrong. They never were written for a situation where we couldn’t trust our leaders. And that was by design. The Kaminoans may have considered your actions there defective, but we don’t. We’re all here because you put an end to Krell, and that’s the only story I need to know.”

Fives moved to kneel in front of him, forcing Dogma to meet his gaze. And for once, he could see no tease or mirth at all in his brother’s eyes.

“I have a feeling Yen will see it that way, too.”

This time, Yen beat him to their meeting. Back at the café where they first met, he saw her sitting at the same table. Shoulders back, chin level as she read something on her datapad. Whatever it was had her complete attention as she mindlessly caught her lower lip between her teeth.

Dogma’s heart shook his ribs. This — seeing the battle ahead and being the one who needs to start it — was worse than sitting in that cell on the Resolute after Umbara. At least there, all he had to do was wait for his fate.

But the chance for an outcome he could never have conceived of lay on the other side. And the small, selfish part of his soul he never acknowledged refused to let him leave this alone.

And if it did, his brothers wouldn’t.

So now, everything rested on how well he executed his plan. Not that it was much of one. But it was the best he could do.

With one last calming breath — that did little to actually calm him — Dogma made his way to the table, clearing his throat as he pulled out his chair to announce himself.

“Dogma!” Yen’s head popped up, surprise clear on her face as he sat. He knew his experience with things that could be considered “adorable” was close to non-existent, but there was no other way to quantify her expression. He let himself escape into that soft flutter for just a moment before reining it in.

He offered a sheepish smile in return. “Sorry, Ma- Yen. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No worries. It’s good to see you.” Yen’s small answering smile sent a spark of delight up the back of Dogma’s skull.

“Likewise.”

As Yen shifted in her seat, her sweet smile slipped away, and Dogma steeled himself as her professional persona took over.

“Thank you for meeting me again. I have to stay, I’m at a loss here and I don’t like it.” For once, Yen didn’t meet his gaze as she spoke, and Dogma found himself anticipating catching her eyes again. But each moment that past left him waiting.

“You’re perfectly wonderful to be around — which all your dates have said and I confirmed myself. I’d even say you’re quite the catch. And I know the matches I picked would relate well to you in their own ways. But you’ve been so tight-lipped about your experience on these dates that it’s making my job hard. I thought maybe an in-person vent session would help illuminate the situation. So what happened?”

Dogma’s gaze fell to his place setting. He liked that Yen didn’t beat around the push or press for small talk. He liked even more to hear her praise. But he didn’t expect her to rip the bacta patch off at the gate and it still stung.

He looked back up, finally able to meet Yen’s eyes and confess his sins … only for his plan, his prepared speech to fly out of his head the moment her bright, intense eyes locked on his.

Say. Something!

But as the seconds ticked by in silence, Yen’s lips pursed into what Dogma could only call a scowl only had the beast of his worry claw harder in his stomach. Bile bubbled, and it took all his strength not to retch.

“Look, I don’t want to pressure you. But you can’t expect a campaign to be successful with shoddy intel, right? Well, that’s where I am right now. Finding you a partner is my campaign, and right now I’m planning a battle strategy blind since I don’t know why past attempts didn’t pan out.”

“No! No, it’s not you,” Dogma shakes his head. Stars, he was stupid. He expected her to see everything up until this point as his fault, his failure. He should have realized she’d mistake it for the other way around.

Yen softened and reached out to rest her hand on his, and Dogma took no more than a second to thank the Force that Tup had convinced him to wear his civvies. Without his gloves, he could feel the soft warmth of her skin against his.

“Thank you for saying that. But your happiness is my goal, and I’m not seeing happy yet.” She paused then, clearly measuring her next words carefully. “Do I need to blacklist any of your dates?”

“What!?”

She looked positively shocked by his alarm, eyes wide as she sat back. “Of course. If anyoney did something inappropriate or that made you uncomfortable, then they’re not clients we can continue a relationship with. For everyone’s safety,” she explained.

“No, no they didn’t do anything like that. Please don’t kick them out.”

“OK.” Yen paused and collected herself. But hands that pulled back toward her body to press against the side of the table told a different story than her stoic exterior. Dogma focused on her hands, on that little display of nerves, feeling his own soar in step. “Well, if everything has been above board, then it’s likely that I am not the best matchmaker for you. It doesn’t happen often, but we do have procedures in place for situations like this.

The weight in his heart he had been battling since he first got Yen’s comm finally won out. He felt it sink into the pit of his stomach as his chest tightened. Felt his blood cooling in his veins.

Felt the déjà vu kick in as he recognized the moment was a precipice. Just like when he shot Krell. This moment, this choice, would change everything.

He survived a leap of faith once. Could he be lucky twice?

Yen opened her mouth to continue, but Dogma spoke over her, silencing her in a panicked rush. “What if I said I don’t want another random date?”

Her mouth hung open, confusion bleeding into her expression as her head tiled to the side, as if a different angle would reveal more to her. But her eyes remained sharp and steady on his.

“Random is sort of the nature of the game.” she said, the furrow in her brow deepening.

“Not … not if you say yes when I ask you on another date. A-A real one this time.”

The words hung heavy in the air. The following silence left him with nothing. Even her reaction left Dogma in limbo.

Yen sat across from him, looking neither joyful or repulsed. Rather her expression looked for all the galaxy like he just spoke an unknown language. Her head tilted to the side, eyebrows pinched together and her eyes bore into his, and he was sure she was looking into his very core.

It was unsettling and invasive and had every hair on his body standing at attention. But just like that first night, he wanted it. He craved it. For all the discomfort, there was a pleasure in having her focus so intensely on him. On only him.

Dogma wanted her to see into his depths and keep looking at him like he was someone worth seeing.

Finally, her voice shattered the silence, though it was softer than he had ever heard her, forcing him to lean in just to catch it. “You want to go on a date with me?”

He was sure the couple at the next table could hear him swallow, almost choking on his adrenaline as he nodded.

With a sigh, Yen leaned back into her chair before nodding as well. “Well, that changes things. Alright. I’ll need you to submit an official letter stating you’re terminating your previous agreement with Right to Love.”

And just like that, cold reality came crashing down on him. He imagined this is what being sucked into space without a kit felt like. Dogma felt the cracks forming and redoubled his efforts to keep his posture and face from crumbling.

Then, like a dunk in a bacta tank, Yen grabbed onto his hands and held them across the table.

“No! No, Dogma, not like that!” Her eyes were shining and wide with more emotion than he’d ever seen. A weakness in her façade finally showing itself and he devoured it hungrily, possessively indulging on her desperation. “We need to formally end our professional relationship before I can agree to a second date.”

“Oh,” he said as if it were the simplest thing in the galaxy. It was all he was capable of as the panic and pain and anxiety drained from his body slowly, his brain struggling to keep up and accept what was happening.

“Yeah. Oh.” Yen laughed, squeezing his hands in hers. “I think we both came here with the same goal. Though my plan was a little more, shall we say, stealthy.”

“What do you mean?”

A twisted smile on her lips had his hard twisting itself to match. “I was going to officially transfer your management to a colleague, so when she recommended me as a match, it would be more … acceptable.”

“I didn’t realize not dating was a condition of your employment. Are you going to get in trouble for tonight?”

“No, not at all. It isn’t a condition, just frowned upon. It’s … just …” She pursed her lips, clearly struggling with her words and Dogma grew even more relaxed as he watched her. “It’s an ethical sticking point for me. It wouldn’t feel right otherwise, like I’d be taking advantage of you.”

The thought that she either would ever or could ever force him into anything forced a sharp bark of laughter from him as Dogma finally felt his trepidation melt away.

It was strange, this new … lightness? Good, though. Very good. Dogma wasn’t sure how to describe the lack of fear, of feeling like it was constantly on the back foot. But he didn’t need to. He reveled in it regardless.

“Hey, don’t you laugh! I take my job seriously. And my grandmother would kill me if I didn’t uphold professional standards!”

“Don’t worry, then,” he said, still chuckling. “I’ll wait until your grandmother is comfortable with you going on a second date with a former client.”

His grin deepened as Yen’s mouth dropped open. Sitting back, she stared at him, shaking her head but never letting go of his hands. “Did … did you just tease me about having a reasonable boundary between my personal and professional lives?”

“Not at all. I think that’s perfectly reasonable. Very smart, in fact.” Emboldened, Dogma twisted his wrist to run the pad of his thumb over her knuckles. “I’m teasing you about using your grandmother to intimidate me into behaving.”

Yen laughed, a small, light thing that Dogma wanted to hear again. And again. He’d have to get that paperwork together as soon as he returned to the barracks.

“Well, that isn’t the only reason I need that letter, you know.”

“No?”

“I need it to delete your file officially. Don’t want any of my colleagues finding you a cute date to tempt you away.”

He lifted a hand to her cheek, cradling it gently. “You couldn’t even find someone who could tempt me into a second date. Your colleagues could search for a century and never find someone who could pull me away from you.”

A small hand cupped the back of his, holding it to Yen’s face as she turned to press the smallest kiss to his palm, sending a soul-deep shiver through Dogma that he didn’t even try to hide. Her smile unfurled against his skin and he realized he’d likely need to get used to that feeling with her.

“Walk me home?” she asked softly.

“It would be my honor.”

A/N: Date Night was my first planned multi-chapter story and the longest story that I have ever officially finished! While I wish I could have gotten this out sooner, I'm so thrilled I was able to close this chapter (literally!). I'll still write about Yen and Dogma in the future, but their origin AU is over.

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ranchracoon · 5 months ago

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Into The Resident Evil Verse Pt 2

Dimitrescu sisters x fem reader

*NSFW Warning*

*Smut, fingering, edging, bdsm, oral*

requested by Belaluvr

Into the Resident Evil Verse pt 1

Master List

How do you tell three gorgeously attractive women that can, and will, kill you that they utterly stink? One thing fanfiction never seems to mention is smell and this place reeks. Alcina seems to bathe occasionally but definitely utilizes perfume as her main source of covering her stench. Her daughters though? You haven't seen them bathe once. Or sleep now that you think about it. There's been grand improvement in many areas; the girls discovered a way to go outside thanks to you reinventing the concept of the jacket to them. You even introduced the internet to this remote, mountainous, no contact town. It's not great, but it's better than nothing. Although, Daniela has now discovered fanfiction which led to an awkward conversation.

"So Y/N, you said where you come from this is all a story that you read. Does that mean there's fanfiction of us in your world?"

"...yes.."

"Did you read any of it?"

"Yes..." you mutter out, your face bright red and burning.

"I knew it! Does that mean you like us?"

"Your mother is calling me."

You can admit or confess a hundred things, managed to survive this long, but telling them they smell like road kill on a summer's day? No thank you. Pretty sure telling someone they stink was an ethical question in a leadership seminar you went to once. You don't remember the answer because you fell asleep. Ugh how you wish you didn't.

"You know you can't outrun me."

You turn around to see Daniela standing there smirking pridefully as she approaches.

"You didn't answer my question. You said you read fanfiction of us. Does that mean you like us?"

"Yes. I find you and your sisters very attractive" you admit.

"I thought so."

Daniela is on you in a flash, you back against the wall with her hands on your chest, "because I think you're pretty cute yourself."

You see her leaning in and have to think quick, you place your hands on her chest which gives her pause and she looks at you confused.

"I'm sorry Daniela, I can't."

"Why not?" She asks defensively.

"Because-um, because..." you look her over and see fresh blood on her lips, "because of the blood."

"The...blood?"

"Yes. If you kiss me with someone's blood on your lips, I can get really sick, that's why I bathe so much. To prevent myself from getting sick."

"Oh...I see."

You swallow thickly as she backs away then disappears into her swarm without another word. You sigh heavily as a twinge of guilt resides in your chest, contrary to how fanfiction depicted her, she's actually very reasonable and sane. A little excited here and there, but nothing like what you were expecting. Since they're allowed to go outside now, they don't harm the staff that now live at the castle with you and all the rumors about them being blood thirsty monsters have died down. Mostly thanks to very heavy NDAs that Alcina makes everyone sign. Including you.

Daniela is back a few moments later, her entire face clear of blood, her chest clear of dirt and grime, and even her dress looks freshly pressed and clean. She shoves you onto the ground and sits on your hips, her hands on your chest as she looks down at you.

"any objections now?"

You shake your head 'no' excitedly as Daniela smiles and leans down locking her lips on yours. Before you can return the kiss she's up on her feet with her hands wrapped around your ankles. Another feeling of deja vu hits you just as she drags you along the corridor, pass poor unfortunate staff members who look at you horrified. She takes you to her room, which is cleaner than you expected with an unused bed that she throws you on with little effort. She's back on top of you, securely straddling your hips.

"Does this happen in your stories?" She asks.

You nod you head.

"Come on now, speak."

"Yes it does."

"That's it."

She reaches around behind her and unzips her dress, shuffling it down until her breasts are exposed. She's much skinnier than you imagined, her ribs are partially visible and she has dozen of freckles littering her body. Your eyes instantly lock on them as you feel your heart hammering in your chest. Is this really happening? You spare a glance up at Daniela who winks at you then you return your gaze back down to her breasts.

"Well? Go ahead. I know you want to."

You sit up and press your face into her petit breasts, taking one of them into your mouth. She bathed just for you! Her skin slightly tastes like vanilla and honey and she smells incredible. Her hands travel up your back and one hand tangles into your hair as you suck and flick one of her nipples, making her moan lowly. One of your hands goes to the other breast and you rub her nipple between your fingers softly. Daniela throws her head back and heaves her chest as she gasps and moans from your ministrations. When one breast is thoroughly hardened from your mouth you move to the other one and give it equal attention, all the while Daniela grinds herself on your thigh. Your free hand travels underneath down her navel and under her dress, slipping between her legs with ease and cupping her cunt. She moans louder and rocks her hips eagerly as your fingers approach her clit, your thumb gently circling it while your fingers rub and probe at her entrance.

Daniela bucks her hips and forces your fingers inside her, you curl them instantly and she shudders from the action. She rides your fingers like her life depends on it, rocking her hips back and forth as your fingers remain curled inside with your thumb firmly on her clit. You are euphoric with her breast still in your mouth while she fucks herself on you, her cute little gasps and moans echo in your ears. Her nails dig into your scalp and back making you flinch but you don't dare stop, continuing to curl your fingers into her g-spot as her riding becomes sloppier and more desperate. She grinds down on your hand making your wrist cramp but you keep flicking her clit, her walls tighten around your fingers as she gasps and stops moving all at once. Her orgasm causes her body to quiver and spasm, her thighs tighten themselves around yours, she holds you impossibly closer to her body.

Finally after a moment she releases, and you free your hand from between her legs. She cups your face and kisses you deeply, pushing you back down onto the bed. You adjust yourself as her kisses travel down your chin, then your neck, over your collarbone, and as she kisses you she slowly undoes your clothing. Starting with the button up vest, then the collared shirt, followed by your pants until you're down to your underwear. Daniela sits herself up smiling down at you before looping her fingers under your underwear and pulling down to fully expose you. Suddenly you feel extremely self-conscious, attempting to cover yourself as if that would do anything. As if she knows what you're thinking, she crawls back up your body and kisses your hands.

"If I didn't think you were the slightest bit cute, you wouldn't be laying naked in my bed."

That doesn't make you feel any less self-conscious but it does silence the voices a little as you lower your hands. Daniela gives your entire body another layer of kisses, leaving no inch untouched except between your legs which she leaves for last. Finally, seemingly forever later she kisses your cunt tenderly, almost lovingly and you squirm with anticipation. Her tongue parts your lips and instantly finds your clit, taking the whole sensitive bud into her mouth. As her tongue swirls your clit, her cold breath sends chills over your body giving you contradictory feelings between her cold breath and warm tongue. You bite down on your lower lip to muffle your moans, arching your back and hips into her face, as her tongue explores every inch of your core.

"Oh Daniela" you moan out.

Her fingers tease you, pressing just enough for you to feel them but never entering, she wants them coated in your slick before she does. When she deems them wet enough she thrusts two fingers inside you and presses against every part of you until she finds the spot that makes you weak. Your body tenses, everything vibrates, your thighs tremble and she instantly picks up her pace. She finds a rhythm with your clit and her fingers, bobbing her head with her tongue for added pressure, and curling her fingers against your g-spot. Her nails on her other hand dig into your thigh while your hands tighten with fistfuls of the pillow behind your head. The heat rises in the pit of your stomach, growing stronger until she adds a third finger and ruptures the building pressure. Every muscle in your legs engages and shakes, your hips rock up and down against her tongue until you ride out the extent of your high.

Daniela leans back to remove her fingers and her tongue, smiling at your panting form while simultaneously licking her fingers. She peppers kiss after kiss on your body, ravishing every inch all the way to your face. You bring her face to yours, breathing heavily as you kiss her deeply. Your hand brushes through her red hair, feeling the beads of sweat break against your fingers. No one has ever brought you to an orgasm that fast, your body still trembles as the euphoria drenches your body, pulling Daniela impossibly closer.

* * *

After kindly reminding Daniela that you are, unfortunately, human and need to take breaks she finally lets you return to your normal duties. She goes right back to whatever it was she was doing as you replenish your needs. Although when night comes she drags you away to her chambers to sleep with her, not before she makes you take a bath with her. Since then though, you notice there's a slight difference amongst all the Dimitrescu daughters, well, with Bela at least. When you do run into her, she's cleaner than usual, with her make up done but she still treats you very professional while on duty. Cassandra is still....Cassandra. You can only describe her as a peacock with how she flaunts herself around the new staff; flexing her muscles, bringing in fresh kills more impressive than the last, you're curious how she's going to top killing a bear, and anything else to make the staff giggle.

The staff must have gotten used to it, or maybe sick of her stink, or something because now she's back to bothering you, which you can't entirely complain about. She does smell the worse out of all the sisters but ever since your time with Daniela, she has stunk...less. She doesn't get as clean as her sisters but she does make an attempt which you admire.

"Ugh! I hate this!"

Speaking of the devil. Cassandra comes bursting into the room you're currently relaxing in, she eyes you and stomps over grabbing the book from your hands and tossing it.

"Hey!"

"This is all your fault!"

"What did I do now?" You ask.

"If you hadn't come in and changed everything, I could still run amok and torture insolent maids who don't listen. Now I have to 'reprimand in an appropriate manner' which apparently means no bodily harm."

You scoff, "might I reminder you if I hadn't shown up, you'd be dead."

"I doubt that Ethan could have fought me and won."

"He does when you're half frozen."

"But I have protection now!"

"Thanks to me."

Cassandra scoffs again, she walks back and forth in the room grumbling and clearly antsy. It's winter again, and this time a simple jacket isn't enough to keep them safe so they have to remain inside once again. She's bored. The internet is too slow this time of year for most things like streaming or gaming, so you do get it.

"How about we play a game Cassandra?"

"What am I? Five?"

"I think you'll like this game."

She raises her eyebrow at you, giving you the signal she's listening.

"Ever heard of hide and seek?"

Cassandra nods her head with a little more perk, you look over at the clock then back at her.

"Okay then. I'll hide and you seek me, but there's a catch. I have the next 15 minutes to hide, then you get 30 minutes to try and capture me. If I make it the entire time without being found or caught, I win. However, if you find me, you get to do whatever you want with me."

"Whatever I want?"

"Within reason. There's going to be some ground rules like no chopping off parts or basically no torture."

Cassandra scoffs again, "fine."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Sure. Although, I doubt you're going to win."

"I think you'll be surprised. I know this castle pretty well now."

"Okay then. Go ahead and hide."

You sprint out of the room and down the hall, you know exactly where you're going to hide hopefully Alcina hasn't patched it yet. It takes you almost the full 15 just to get there, you turn down the hall in the hall of four toward Alcina's chambers but stop when you get to the seating room. The hole in the fireplace is still there! You fist bump the air then unlatch the gate and crawl through, latching the gate behind you as you crawl along the tight opening. You shiver from the muck sticking to your clothing but press on until you come to the little secret room. You should be plenty safe here until the thirty minutes is up.

One problem though, how are you gonna know how much time passes? Dang it. You didn't think about that, and now you're stuck in a tiny room with no way to entertain yourself while a blood thirsty vampire hunts you. Kind of exciting though, you kind of hope she will find you but then again, she's in a rare mood and might actually cause you harm. You get comfortable on the ground and wait, twiddling your fingers as you stare into the brick wall across from you, sighing heavily as you try to come up with anything to pass the time. Luckily, or unluckily, you don't have to wait very long because you hear a buzzing on the other side of the bust of the woman holding a child. You hold your breath and feel your heart beating rapidly, you can hear her walking just outside the bust until it disappears and you can hear her walking in the other room.

There's no way she found you that fast! Maybe it's one of the others...your hope is dwindled when Cassandra suddenly forms from her swarm right in front of you. She crosses her arms with a victorious smirk on her face. You look up at her and swallow knowing this means you've been caught and she gets to do whatever she wants to you.

"How did you find me so fast?" You ask.

"It was easy. I followed your sweat and then I heard your fluttering little heart from a mile away. I will admit though, it was kind of fun hunting you. Guess this means I win."

"O-okay but ground rules first!" You say quickly.

"Fine" she grumbles.

"No cutting off anything. If you're going to cut me, it's shallow and superficial, nothing requiring stitches. Um...safe word is pomegranate."

"Safe word?"

"Which means you stop if I say it."

"I know what a safe word is, shows what little trust you have if you think you need a safe word."

"The exact opposite actually, it means I am giving you my fullest trust to not hurt me, but I know you forget how fragile humans can be so, it's a precaution if things get too...out of hand."

"Very well."

Cassandra opens the bust and grabs you by the collar of your shirt, hoisting you to your feet before dragging you through the corridors. She brings you down to the dungeons, now you're grateful that you made a safe word because you feel you're going to need it. She halts her movement and orders you to strip; you obey quickly, not wanting to anger her, then she tosses you into a chair that creaks and groans from the intrusion, Cassandra stalks you as she straps you down with leather cuffs around the ankles and wrists. Thank God you made a safe word, now you only hope she'll listen if you use it. She takes out a leather bit and shoves it into your mouth, you gag from the taste and try not to think about who else made the indents on it. It's loose enough you could spit it out at any time, but you feel like if you don't have a good reason that might piss her off.

"I've seen the way you look at me, rolling your eyes as if you're better. Well, since you love to roll your eyes so much, I'm not stopping until they're threatening to get stuck in the back of your head."

You shiver, your body giving you away by your erect nipples and sudden wetness between your legs. God you hate and love how your body reacts; you squirm on the chair and attempt to rub your thighs together with no success. Cassandra tsks and forces your legs apart, her fingers trail over you already soaking cunt as she examines the wetness on her fingers. With a smirk she licks it off then sighs softly and returns her fingers to your clit, rolling the bud between her fingers and making you moan. You tilt your head back but she uses the edge of her sickle to force your head back to maintain eye contact. Her yellow eyes glow as she rubs your clit vigorously until it's swollen with arousal then she stops.

She tilts her head and examines your upper body then leans into your neck, biting down on the flesh without warning. You bite down on the leather bit, now seeing why she gave it to you in the first place. The bite burns your neck and you feel your heartbeat throb where the wound is, as she drinks from you, she reaches back down and instantly puts two fingers inside you. Her thumb resumes rubbing your clit, the pain is subsided as your brain tries to flip between pleasure and pain. You let out a muffled moan and tilt your head to give her better access, you also scoot your hips for comfort and so her fingers reach deeper inside you.

You roll your hips on her fingers, trying to match her pace as she fucks you while she expertly rolls your clit just right and hits all the right spots. You pick up speed feeling yourself getting closer as the muscles in your abdomen start to tighten. You breath heavily through your nose as you start to become lightheaded, then Cassandra stops once again. She pulls her fingers out and releases your neck making you groan in frustration but honestly, what were you expecting? She does this a handful more times, biting you in a new spot, finger fucking you until you're right on the verge of cumming before stopping. Tears run down your cheeks as you look up at her, wanting nothing more than sweet release but she has a goal in mind and she told you that goal.

Cassandra reaches over and removes the leather bit from your mouth, letting you adjust and flex from how tightly you were biting down on it. You sigh softly and wiggle it around as she tenderly wipes the tears away from your cheeks.

"Should I let you cum?"

"Yes. Please. I promise I won't roll my eyes at you anymore."

"Hmm I guess I'll let you off easy this time."

Cassandra puts her fingers inside you once again with her thumb on your clit, now overly sensitive you flinch and suck in a breath from the stimulation. Cassandra is gentler this time, slowly her thrusting and her circling until you move your hips in tandem with her. She takes this as the sign to pick up speed, thrusting her fingers a little faster and little deeper, curling them a few times and it takes very little time before you're hips are raising off the chair. You roll your head back, moaning loudly before letting out a loud gasp and your entire body jolts against the restraints. The orgasm is harder than any you've experienced before, you entire body thrashes and is consumed by euphoric heat that is a blessed welcome in the cold basement.

Cassandra lets you ride out your high before removing her fingers slowly and making you moan softly with a final quiver of your body. She releases your ankles and wrists, letting you rub them sympathetically before looking up at her. She leans down and kisses you gently, as if testing the waters to see if it's acceptable, only when you return the kiss does she deepen it.

* * *

You groan softly as the hot water soaks into your aching muscles, you have to admit, since living in the castle you've definitely gotten in better shape. Once having the gangly shape of a gamer, now you have defined muscles and have filled out a little. Then again, once Cassandra and Daniela found out about each other, they've kept you insanely busy trying to one up each other. Bela has hardly made her presence known, you assume she's not interested and hey, two out of three ain't bad. The door to your room creaks open and you assume it to be Daniela. She does enjoy snuggling with you, but you're proven wrong when there's a squeak and you look over to see Bela. She starts to swarm away but you call out to her before she's fully gone.

"Wait Bela!"

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were in the bath" she says from the other side of the wall.

"That's okay-what's up?"

"It's nothing. It can wait."

"Oh, well in that case, do you want to join me?" You ask cautiously.

"W-what?"

"Join me? In the bath?

There's a long silence, and you figure she's gone away and you're about to return to scrubbing yourself off when you hear the soft sound of foot pads on the tile. Looking over you see her, naked, and hugging herself as she quickly walks to the bath and gets in with you. You smile at her warmly, you hadn't noticed until now but her breasts are slightly bigger than her sisters, and you can't help but glance down at them then back at her. Bela blushes and looks away, scanning the bathroom to look for anything else before she finally lands back on you. You scoot over in the tub without a word, getting closer and closer to her until she lowers her arms and allows you to press your naked body to hers. Then you take the bar of soap from behind her and move away to scrub your body. Bela blinks and scoffs, you laugh to show you're only teasing, handing her the soap then motioning to your back.

Bela moves forward and sensually washes your back, her hands tracing the muscles and messaging them slightly which makes you moan lowly. Bela bites her lower lip and continues to do so, until you're slowly leaning back into her and fully lay back into her arms with your head resting on her shoulder. When the water turns cold you and her decide to get out, you dry off with towels then stand by the bed with your towel around your waist. Bela walks over and grabs the edge of the towel, she locks eyes with you and waits for you to nod your head before she unwraps the towel from your body. You do the same with her, and follow her onto the bed, with her beneath you.

Bela's face goes red, you start kissing her neck, nibbling on it gently mixed with kisses. Your nibbles turn into a full blown bite, Bela moans loudly as you suck the skin until you're satisfied with the hickey. Bela wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you to her mouth, you tilt into the kiss to deepen it; she opens her mouth and allows your tongue to slip in and explore. Her nails dig into the skin of your neck and shoulders then they claw down to your back. The heat from your body radiates between the two of you, even with the bath her body is lukewarm at best. You kiss her again, her hands scratching down your back while yours fondle her breasts and your thigh slides between her legs.

She moans into your mouth and slowly grinds her hips into your thigh, the heat building from between her legs. Bela breaks the kiss and tilts her head back to moan again, you attack the other side of her neck by biting it and sucking it. She gasps lowly and tightens her grip on your back, digging her nails further into your skin.

Your lips carve down her collarbone and between her breasts, you release one and take the bud into your mouth. With your hand free, you replace your thigh with said hand. Your tongue rolls her nipple then your teeth graze it gently, you move your mouth to the side and leave hickies all around her breast. While you give the other breast the same treatment, your fingers roll her clit in circles making Bela arch her back into you and moan louder. You remove your mouth from her breast and look up at her, your hand still working her clit.

Bela moans as one hand pulls you up to her lips and her other hand wiggles its way into your legs. Her fingers roll your clit and you moan into her mouth, both of you stimulating each other's clits. You coat your fingers in her slick and slide two of them in her, she groans against your mouth and mirrors your movements. You muffle each other's moans while you and her finger each other. Yours and her thumbs continue to stimulate the clit while your fingers thrust inside and out. Bela mirrors everything you do; you go fast, she goes fast, you curl your fingers, she curls hers, and it feels phenomenal. The heat in your stomach forms quickly and you bury your face into her neck with a heated pant.

"I'm close." She pants at the same time as you.

You use the momentum of your whole arm to add power to your thrusts, she bucks her hips with each one and you ride her fingers. Your breath quickens, your clit is swollen and tingles, the muscles in your legs start to shake. Bela and you gasp simultaneously, your body trembles while Bela's legs clamp onto your hand. Bela's cum washes over your fingers as yours does the same to hers. Both of you ride out your orgasms with a final thrust here and there until the heat in your body and the trembling in your legs subsides. Once you catch your breath, you pull your fingers out and bring them up to your mouth, Bela watches you intently as you suck and lick them clean. Savoring her robust taste. A soft groan escapes you and Bela smirks at you; when she removes her fingers she pulls you in and kisses you heatedly.

Part 3

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centrally-unplanned · 2 years ago

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Gonna talk more about the cluster munitions thing, because I think its interesting:

Weapons are not 'special'; they do not fall into dangerous vs safe categories, no weapon is more or less morally pure than the other. Every weapon of war can be used to indiscriminately kill civilians. From this, the "level 1" reasoning would state that the use of any weapon is therefore equally contextual; you just odds-estimate the "median civilian risk" like any other weapon for its use. From this logic using say tactical nuclear weapons is fine, as it is in fact trivial and common in war to arrive at scenarios where the civilian risk of such weapons is more-or-less as low as conventional weapons.

However, humans are not civilian-risk utility maximizers, and the international order is not composed of dispassionate super-rational agents. We govern things through norms & expectations, and constantly run the risk of sunk costs and moral decay. If we allowed tactical nuclear weapons to be used in Ukraine, first off they would not stay in that "low civilian risk" category; once used the pressure to keep using them increases and the ability for them to slip into far more dangerous territory is quite high compared to conventional bombs. Secondly, it would break the norm for other countries - in Ukraine, Russia could be using tactical nuclear weapons, but are not because they know the US & EU would respond extremely harshly, maybe arming Ukraine with the same. No side wants to open those floodgates.

All of this is to say that norms in war do matter, and you don't want to break them lightly, even if there is a solid use case on the micro-level for the weapon. Building these norms takes time and we are better off for them.

Cluster munitions do not, at all, have this norm. People want it to have this norm; that is admirable, and I think there is merit to it. But those people have failed - the military applications for the munitions are too large, and 'risk profile' however you wish to define it too low, for any major military power to actually limit its use. The fact that the EU & Japan have done so is very telling, as they are the countries that virtually always conduct their military operations as part of joint operations for non-critical security concerns, and with US assistance. Actual militaries who consider themselves to face critical security threats, from China to South Korea to Iran to India, have not done this. No 'norm of war' has emerged against their use. (Some norms around minimum detonation thresholds have emerged, maybe, loosely, and ofc there are norms about how to use them, though they aren't cluster-munitions specific in the main).

So certainly shipping cluster munitions to Ukraine is a setback to those hoping to form that norm, its a real cost. But that cost is much less than violating an existing norm, Russia did not hesitate to use cluster munitions and always has in its other military operations like Chechnya. There is no risk of 'escalation', no new major military power is going to go "its time!" - they all already did that decades ago - its not going to change the status quo. Which means you can get back to the granular questions - does the Ukraine war have applications within the acceptable risk range?

Which I don't know the answer to! My instinct is yes, this war has lots of 'remote' combat sites and Ukraine has no interest in killing its own people, but I am not in the field, I do not know. But the Ukrainian Army is in the field, and my default is that they should be listened to - I would need a compelling case as to why this is a large risk escalation and I haven't seen it yet.

#ukraine cluster munitions debate I guess

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thailandimmigration · 2 months ago

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