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[iputhepinprincess]

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im so sorry, artist is https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/100182701 and the artist's twt username is @renzzzcore

(thank you to @blu-day for the correction ^^)

[sl4vght3rh0vs3]

[monizm]

An example of tribal scarification on a member of a Sepik River tribe in Papua New Guinea. (Wikimedia Commons: Christopher Michel)

[canon-can-fight-me]

Casually discovers secret base, casually makes the moodiest bot fall in love with her. As you do.

Finally made art for both of the bots in my TFP polyship hehehe

I wanted to post some docbot art SO BAD but I had to learn how to draw him first and rendering this was a nightmare. I need a nap. Also tagged as suggestive because the doc is being cheeky, tsk tsk!

[lemon-allergies]

She had an idea of that and..it did feel disappointing as she saw herself as inferior naturally..but for now she wasn’t thinking about.

Oh darling...my pants are tightening.

Junko calls out for Mikan, wanting a hookup.

Upon hearing the others voice, Mikan’s attention is placed right back on him. She quickly giggles as she walks over to him.

“Oh! H-how about I help with that..?”

[misscloudiedays]

The Heart, The Mind, The Soul

[medulllaossium]

doctor

[codeinesturniolo]

thier so SEXXCCCCCCCCCC

[linoone]

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy_aObUNYjP/

[xl012v]

To understand those without empathy, or to understand pwASPD or pwNPD, we need to dissect guilt vs remorse vs regret.

I can feel regret, but I cannot feel guilt, yet I have all my friends and even my therapist insisting that my regret is actually guilt, and that guilt is what makes me a “good person”.

The difference between guilt and regret are most important to this discussion.

Guilt = “a moral emotion that occurs when a person believes or realizes—accurately or not—that they have compromised their own standards of conduct or have violated universal moral standards”

Regret = Wishing you could have changed/prevented past mistakes (or perceived mistakes)

Guilt is tied closely to emotion and empathy, while regret is more focused on the self. I experience regret because when I have harmed others, I don’t feel their pain at all, and I instead feel my own pain when I face the consequences of my actions, and when I’m inconvenienced by them. Or sometimes the inconvenience is so minor that I dont feel any pain at all, and I just feel annoyance.

[lemon-allergies]

Mikan makes sure she was alright to do this..before she giggles softly in amusement. She kisses the others cheek as she keeps stroking her while letting out her own moans at how good the others fingering and sucking felt.

She whimpers as she leans into the feeling..the fact it was the other doing this for her felt even better than anything else she had ever experienced before. She just wanted to keep doing this and let out noises she knew the other would like..but..she also felt an urge to please the idol as well as she moves her hand down to stroke her clit.

[fagsex]

@/POKEMONWEARINGSPORTSMERCH COMP!!!!

[sl4vght3rh0vs3]

doesn’t it feel better than crossing your legs?

[applesontheground]

tip the scale 💉

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY EIGHTEEN - COCKRING

sorry, couldn't do it. can't write dan without writing herb too.

didn't know what i wanted to do with this day (or rather, who to do it with) until the last second, and maybe it's just because i'm trying to think about your own prometheus again (in case you're wondering what my next project is gonna be after kinktober's finished up...), so i decided to choose him so soon after his malewife.

either way, i think it worked out rather well.

NSFW | Word Count: 1,207 | Herbert West x GN Reader contains toy use, edging, lots of grabbing, lab partners with benefits

“I’m asking one thing from you. I dug up bones for you, I learned how to fill syringes while getting stabbed in my ineptitude all the way down, I dragged a deer left on the side of the road home for you, I-“

“[Y/N], you’re being unhinged right now. I know what you’ve done for me,” Herbert put his hands on your shoulders, and though you were quiet now you lowered your voice, the rant turning into a plea. “You owe me one, that's all.”

He replied quickly with an awful expression forming on his face, “It would be easier if your ideas weren’t so…crude.”

You huffed at him, and he then asked, “Can’t I just promise-“

“You’ve promised for two weeks straight, and that’s not how these arrangements should work. Promising sex for assistance in your-“ You kept yourself from calling it a hobby with a pause in speech, “Your passion. I try to understand, I really do.” You pushed his hands off you, “You’re busy, you’re a doctor, you’re a scientist, “ You shrugged, palms exposed to him. “but I have needs, too. You’ve told me you’ve felt pent up, and I’ve been asleep when you’ve needed me, and all I got to say to you is why not do something about it?”

His expression was stoic, but it flinched as he turned away from you. “Because I have work to do.” He began walking down the stairs to the basement and quickly bit back, yet you followed with another question, “And you said you needed help, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then, help me too.” You stood at the base of the stairs, finally pulling the thing in question that started this compromise attempt off. The cockring sat in your hand as you held it out to him, “I’m not even asking you to touch me, Herbert. Just wear it while we work, see what it does.”

“Must a… cockring come between me and what I need to do?” He asked, and you pointed out, “Well, I did for a moment and look at how well it’s worked out for the both of us.” You let a vengeful smile prick on your lips with a shake of your head, “Against your own better judgement, too.”

“Hardly.” He lied, and you put the ring in his hand. “Prove it.” Looking down at it, then at you again, he quickly grumbled, “You [pervert/harlot], not a chance."

You turned away, “Fine. I had some other places to be-“

“[Y/N].” His voice was exasperated as he grabbed your sleeve before you even made it up a few steps. You looked back at him with a level gaze into his eyes, almost pleading but held steadfast with a hard brow and a pout on his lips.

“I told you my rules.” You muttered, but stepped back down a stair, looking at his balled up fist with the ring hidden now. “Think about it, and I’ll be back down in ten. We’ll see how long I want to help you.”

Your hand crawled over to where he was still holding you, prying his fingers off your shirt sleeve gently and holding his hand for a beat before letting go, and continuing up the stairs.

At first, putting your foot down felt idiotic, almost childish. You reminded yourself as you undressed from your day job, finding a pair of tighter pants and a more breathable shirt, that you did it for the outside motives that came with the lab work with him. His meticulous hands focused on something outside of the research and note taking, his mouth doing the things that weren’t bitching and making corny jokes about medical references that only he found hilarious.

He liked you because you were palpable, but this was something that came more and more to light and formed in your list of requirements as you knew him. You had to have his energy in other ways while being his dirty work partner.

Walking back down, you called out, “I can prep that stomach that you wanted to use the re-agent on, get it ready for the tests like usual.”

Silence, you let it sit idly in the air of the basement as you walked in, seeing him with his back to you. He was rigid, not speaking and just looking down at a plethora of notes he had been thumbing through. You let it go, doing what you said you were going to do without another comment. Stretching nitrile gloves on, you walked over to the small fridge repurposed to hold the various body parts and organs the two of you had scrounged up for the various tests and interests of Herbert – but when you pulled the stomach out and turned, he was looking at you.

“You didn’t tell me it vibrated.” He spoke in a fragile voice, and you smiled at that. “Because I…” You hesitated, but then were honest as you turned to him, approaching with the organ, “Because I thought you wouldn’t humor me.”

“Oh, and you were st-still going to come down here just to make sure of that?” He then asked, his jaw flexing as he spoke, throat sounding dry as he began looking away from you. You nodded, merely watching him stand almost averting your posture, the simple brush of your body on him enough to make him fold.

A laugh was sitting in your throat as you then asked, “So, I can settle down and do what you need me to do. I had to have some bluff to see-“

His hand sat on his belt, and you then reeled back, “But I need you to keep that on. That’s the deal, Herbert.” You turned to set the stomach down, and asked, “How many CC’s need to be prepped for this? And what’s it going to do when we apply it?”

He stepped awkwardly over, and you ignored the erection pitched under his slacks with your eyes on his. “It’s…It’s going to have the expected reaction, and…” He could barely speak, and it was driving him mad as he glared at you, “I don’t think it’d be safe for me to be in such a compromised state while we perform, [Y/N].”

You looked down at the table, and shrugged, “You’re usually more optimistic about our abilities, so I say we go for-“

He lashed out, taking you by your shirt again as you two were nearly nose to nose. You braced, a hand on his shoulder now and relishing the way he shook to the touch. “Do you think…” He sucked in another breath, a moan passing through his voice as he tried to sound furious, “This display is funny, [Y/N]?”

You swallowed, keening to the way he held the collar of your shirt as you admitted, “No, I just find it very attractive if nothing else.”

“You’re hopeless.” He spoke as he forced his body against yours, kissing and letting a knee ride up against your own crotch. The vibration from the cockring passed over to you, making you moan into his mouth.

You knew that was true for the both of you, but at least you were getting his attention tonight instead of that stupid fucking stomach.

[sparklee-selfships]

🍒 mad scientist F/O who's so distraught at your sudden death they spend months researching how to resurrect you!

🎀 occultist F/O doing rituals and exchanging their body parts to bring you back to life!

🍓necrophiliac F/O taking care of your corpse! preserving you so you don't decompose too quickly!

[edutorment]

Doodle. Who needs references when you're going to draw off-model anyway.

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