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Marvel’s upcoming introduction of the main X Men lineup faces a massive creative wall that the studio is completely ignoring.
For decades, mutant lore has been defined by the deep, systemic struggle against anti mutant prejudice and institutional oppression.
In an MCU where the general public has spent fifteen years casually cheering for alien gods, green monsters, and super powered sorcerers, suddenly pretending society hates mutants for having special DNA makes absolutely no logical sense.
The universe has already normalized superhuman existence to a point where mutant persecution feels completely unearned and forced.
The writers are trapped trying to copy a classic comic dynamic that their own pre existing world building has completely undermined.
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The night I learned I liked being a submissive good girl F[23]
I don't normally write about past partners, but hubby and I got to talking about defining moments (s£xually) and we agreed this was a great story to share after I stumbled on an old journal with the details.
I think I was maybe twenty at the time. This guy and I had been dating for a few months. We had good chemistry and had slept together several times, but nothing wild or kinky. At that point I was still pretty inexperienced.
I’d always had it drilled into my head that guys were supposed to be “nice” to you—treat you like a flower, that s£x should be sensual and loving. But the more experiences I had, the more I started questioning whether that was really what I wanted. The problem was, I didn’t even know what I did want yet.
We’d been making out on the couch for almost two hours. He was shirtless. I was down to just my bra and p@nties. I didn’t realize it in the moment, but he’d brought me right to the edge several times while we fooled around and never let me go over. I felt like a feral animal… and he knew it.
Finally I told him I’d had enough of the teasing and started tugging playfully at his waistband.
He caught my hand.
“Not so fast. You’re going to have to show me how much you want it first.”
“I don’t think so,” I said.
He reached for his shirt like he was about to get up. I pushed him back down.
“Okay… fine. What do you want me to do?”
“You want my c0ck? Come and get it.”
He leaned back into the couch. I reached for his p@nts and started tugging, but he stopped me again.
“You can’t use your hands.”
“Fiiine…”
I knelt between his legs and started using my teeth on the waistband.
“That’s right. That’s a good girl. You got this.”
Something in me fluttered at the words. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go—I was supposed to be treated gently, not told what to do—but the praise made my stomach tighten in a way I didn’t understand yet.
His c0ck strained against the fabric as I worked his p@nts down little by little. Eventually I got them all the way off with a little help. Now only his b0xers stood between me and him.
My heart raced as I stared at the hard outline of his c0ck. I k!ssed and playfully nibbled him through the fabric.
“Mmm, good girl. I like that. You’re almost there… just have to get the boxers down.”
I made quick work of them with my teeth, my face brushing against his bare c0ck again and again as I tugged the material lower. Being that close—feeling the heat of him against my cheek and lips while I worked—was unexpectedly intense.
Once I had them down, I stared at his hard c0ck longingly.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Look at you,” he said, cupping the side of my head with one hand and holding his c0ck with the other.
“You like my c0ck, don’t you?”
“It’s okay,” I smirked.
His hand tightened just a little on the side of my head.
“You’re not going to get my c0ck talking like that. Now look at it. Tell me how much you like it.”
He pulled my head a little closer. I did. It was rock hard—perfect 'boyfriend' size, nicely shaped head, tr!mmed pubes. My mouth practically watered.
“You have a beautiful c0ck… I love it. So big and hard… so clean. I want it.”
I had never really spent much time studying his c0ck—or any c0ck for that matter—but it did look good.
“That’s better. That’s my good girl.”
He kept his hand on my head, holding me close.
“You looked so pretty with my c0ck against your face while you took my boxers off. Did you like that? Being that close to it?”
“Meh… it was okay, I guess,” I shot back.
“Bad girl.”
He tugged my head closer and slapped the head of his c0ck lightly against my nose. A shiver ran straight through me and a soft m0an slipped out before I could stop it.
“That’s better,” he said. “You like feeling my c0ck against your face, don’t you?”
“Yes… yes, I did. I do…”
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FEMALE HOUSEMATE GETTING FUCKED BY LANDLORD😕🔞🔞💦
Was second year, we’re all 19-21 at the time, and as a group of friends we’d got 2 houses pretty much next to each other in town, owned by the same private landlord. Initially it was ideal. There were no stupid Estate agent fees, the rents were reasonable and the deposit was low. He was also replacing the shower in one of the houses when we moved in. The landlord was a bigger, slightly heavy set, 50s guy. Maybe 6 3”. He told us he used to be a plumber and that he would have played for Cornish pirates if it wasn’t for injury - one of those types. Grey beard, short hair, few tattoos on his arms.
n one house there was me, one other guy and 3 girls who all had bfs. One girl, S, was the most fun out of the three. (The other two were quite stay in types). It wasn’t that she was like openly slutty or would be super forward, far from it. She was cute, studious and very nice, a little bit posh if I’m honest. She was about 5 4”, big blue eyes and light brown hair. She was very very slim, verging on skinny but she still had a really nice arse even if her boobs were small. We were aware she kinda had a bit of a “side” to her, this reputation grew significantly over the next 2 years (partly due to this) but she had seen one of the other guys in the friend group for a bit before she went out with her current bf and he had let slip a couple things that she was a bit wild in the bedroom and so we used to joke about it - to her face with her so not behind her back. She’d been seeing a guy she knew from back where she lived for a few months after the thing with our friend ended, we didn’t say the same jokes when he was about.
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Back then during my college days, I had a friend Jason, whose older sister Natalie suddenly started visiting my apartment so often that I eventually began wondering if there was a reason behind it.
She was 28, five years older than me, and worked at a nearby office. I had known her for almost two years, but we had never been particularly close.
At first, her visits seemed normal.
She would sometimes stop by after work, ask if Jason was around, and end up staying for a while if he wasn't.
But after some time, I noticed that she was visiting even when she had no reason to see her brother.
One Saturday, I was watching a football match when someone knocked on my door.
It was Natalie, holding a takeaway bag.
Me: “Hey, what are you doing here? Is Jason coming?”
Natalie: “Can't I visit you without my brother?”
Me: “Of course you can. I was just asking.”
Natalie: “Relax. I brought extra food from home, and I knew you'd probably be eating noodles again.”
I laughed because she wasn't entirely wrong.
She came inside, ate with me, and stayed until the match ended.
After that, she started dropping by more often. Sometimes she brought food, sometimes she wanted to charge her phone, and other times she simply said she was bored.
The funny thing was that she rarely stayed long when Jason came with her. But when she visited alone, we could spend half the afternoon talking.
I didn't want to mention it to Jason because I didn't know how he would see it.
At the time, I had a girlfriend, so I wasn't looking for anything with Natalie.
Then one evening, she came over after having an argument with a guy she had recently started seeing.
We sat outside my apartment, talking about relationships and the difficulties of finding someone who genuinely cared.
Before she left, she asked me something unexpected.
Natalie: “Can I ask you something without you laughing?”
Me: “I'll try.”
Natalie: “Have you ever liked someone who was already in a relationship?”
I looked at her for a moment.
Me: “No. And even if I did, I'd probably keep my distance.”
She nodded, looking down at her phone.
Natalie: “That's probably the sensible thing to do.”
I didn't think much about it until she left and I started wondering why she'd asked me that particular question.
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My father's relatives broke into my house while I was away, but they never expected me to call the police on my own family.
I had always tried to keep peace with my father's side of the family, even when they treated me like I didn't belong. After my father died, they began acting as though everything I owned belonged to them.
Last week, I returned from a three-day trip and froze at my front door. The lock was damaged, clothes were scattered across the floor, my furniture had been dragged around,
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I slept with my son’s cum in my mouth
My son came early from office. He got a job recently. He went to his room to freshen up and called me.
I went in to see him lay on bed with his Cock inviting me. I unbuttoned my blouse and took his Cock in my mouth
My son asked me to not stop when he cums. I was also excited
I was giving him the usual blowjob I often do where I spit all over his cock, suck on his balls, deep throat him, slap him on my tongue, swirl my tongue around his head, etc.
When he finally came, I let the cum dribble out of my mouth onto his cock and I began deep throating him and blowing cum bubbles.
As I was doing this, he closed his eyes and started breathing heavily
It was very clear how much he liked it and how good it felt.
He whispered not to stop. His eyes were closed. He slept finally. I kept going until he was soft and did not know when I slept with his cocktail in my mouth
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I was waiting for my wife's response after I caught her sending her nudes to the man.
Do you love him? I asked.
No, she replied quickly. “I swear, I don't love him.
“Then why?”
She began to cry.
“Because he made me feel wanted.”
Her answer hurt more than I expected.
I had worked long hours to provide for our family. I had paid our bills, taken care of our children, and believed I was doing my best as a husband.
But Janet told me that somewhere along the way, our conversations had become nothing but bills, responsibilities, and arguments.
She said she had tried to tell me she felt lonely, but I had dismissed her feelings as complaints.
I remembered those conversations.
I remembered telling her I was tired and that we would talk later.
Later had never come.
For the first time that night, I understood that I had neglected parts of our marriage.
But understanding her loneliness didn't erase what she had done.
You could have talked to me, I said. You could have asked for counseling. You could have told me you were unhappy. But you chose to share yourself with another man behind my back.
She lowered her head.
I know.
Would you have stopped if I hadn't found out?
She couldn't answer.
That silence told me more than her tears could
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I never imagined that the same friend I shared all my secrets with would try to end my life because of a man.
My friend, Vanessa, and I had been close for five years. Then I started dating Daniel, a man she had secretly loved for years.
One Saturday, Vanessa invited me to her house for dinner. Everything seemed normal until I noticed she kept watching me as I ate.
After a few bites, I started feeling dizzy and nauseous. I rushed to the hospital, and the doctors discovered something suspicious in what I had consumed.
When I confronted Vanessa, she broke down crying.
“Please forgive me. I never meant for things to go this far,” she sobbed.
I asked her why she would do such a horrible thing to me.
Her answer shattered my heart.
“I loved Daniel before you ever met him. I couldn't stand watching him choose you.”
I immediately reported what happened, and the investigation began.
But the biggest shock came when Daniel visited me at the hospital. He looked terrified.
“There's something you need to know about Vanessa,” he said.
I stared at him, confused.
Then he revealed that Vanessa had been telling him lies about me for months and that the dinner invitation wasn't the first time she'd tried to come between us.
I thought I knew my best friend, but apparently, I had been sleeping beside a snake for five years.
