#I DONT EVEN HAVE IT THAT BAD AS A SIZE LARGE BUT STILL

[aroaceautistictherianmikewalters]

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Just unlocked the Empyreum housing district, and while one part of me is rp-walking around enjoying the vibes and looking at peoples gardens, another part of me is monkey-style smacking at my keyboard to search up 'ffxiv get rich quick schemes'

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Bad Dragon ( &Team Leaderz smut)

>> Its breeding season for the highland dragons and Euijoo is still struggling after several attempts over the years. Having never even been touched before, hes wondering how he'll make it through, especially after being rejected by just about every dragon there is. Calling in a huge favor from a senior dragon and friend, Fuma, hes ready to learn the ropes.

>> Threesome (Euijoo x reader xFuma), oral sex, virgin!Euijoo, Dragon!Fuma ,Dragon!Euijoo, size kink, bulging, creampies, lots of cum, y/n is a proud monstefucker (yes that's important), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight breeding kink, Euijoo is also massive loser energy and says stupid things-dont mind him,

Word count: 6.2k

A/N: I'm back on my monsterfucker bullshit! >:D. Okay so this was actually an old ass draft I didn't finish for some reason for months but it's completed now. I hope you enjoy this dumpster fire

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Mating season for dragons was a difficult time, especially for the inexperienced. There was an entire ritual, presentation, dance and then the actual act of mating itself-

Unfortunately for Euijoo, a young dragon, he was bad at all of it. He could never get the ritual right, his hoard was never glamorous enough to impress a mate, he tripped up the dance and lord knows actual mating was out of question. Hell he was practically scared of it.

All of his attempts to charm any female dragon was met by many reactions. Cooing at his pitiful attempts, cringing in disgust, shaking their heads in pity- hes seen it all. He was ready to give up after several years of trying.

Euijoo wasnt an ugly or weak dragon either. In his dragon form, he had a strong but lean frame. His scales are a lovely shade of royal blue that would catch anyone's eye. His eyes were a dazzling gold and held a warmth not many dragons held.

His human side had an almost opposite appearance. He was round in the face- his squishy cheeks, large eyes and soft smile were adored. But only in the way that little kids loved their brothers and grandmas loved their grandkids. Even with his little horns and the few patch of scales every dragon showed, he was still so soft in appearance.

In dragon society, his softness was seen as weakness. Even if he was a killing machine, mates wouldnt be easy to attract with his softness. As a result hes failed at attracting a mate successfully.

He was getting desperate at this point, so he went to the only person he knew could help, Fuma. A mentor and friend hes known for centuries.

Fuma was an older silver dragon. Strong, fierce and quite the gentleman. He knew the ins and outs of courting and had helped many a young desperate dragon. Not just with mating but he was a sweet dragon who loved helping people.

Euijoo had met Fuma after one of these failed attempts in the past. Embarrassed and dejected, Euijoo was sulking under a willow tree- gnawing on a branch to stop myself from biting his own tongue in frustration.

Maybe he could accept that this rejection was his fault- his treasure was a pretty small collection, it makes sense. He could try later after growing it! His little cave could use a bit of redecorating while he was at it!

But he quickly fell back into his sulking when he accounted that he had done this over 100 times. The branch between his lips snapping into pieces as he clamped his jaw down.

A low growl emitted from him before it melted into a groan. Leaning back onto the trunk of the grand tree. Kicking his shoes off before picking up another lone branch.

His branch biting streak ended with the arrival of an unexpected guest. In the distance, a beautiful silver dragon was looking for a place to rest after his flight.

Finding a lone and lovely willow tree, he circled it a few times from the sky before coming to a rest- wrapping his large body around the trunk.

The silver dragon stretched his wings and let out a great big yawn as he got comfortable. Resting his dragon head on his claws and closing his eyes.

Alas, his plan to sleep failed- disturbed by a squirming creature beneath his tail. He tried to ignore it but the squirming never stopped.

Lifting his tail, the dragon heard a loud gasp of air. Whatever was under there was clearly fighting for their life.

Red faced, shaky legged and rustled appearance, another dragon but still in his human form appeared from the other side of the tree.

Euijoo was beyond frazzled. One minute hes in his head under a peaceful tree and the next hes being suffocated by a scaly dragon tail. He was almost certain he would die but thankfully the bigger dragon got the hint and freed him.

"How?! Why?!"

The sight was ridiculous. Euijoo was tall by human standards but next to this large beast, he just size of a mere child. So him yelling and flaining around trying to scold the beast looked beyond outrageous.

Clearly the other dragon was amused by his antics. Chuckling in a way only a dragon with many years could before shifting back into a human state.

A man a bit shorter than Euijoo stood before him. He may be shorter but he was very fit and handsome (but so were all dragons). His eyes crinkled with a soft amusement and stuck his hand out to him. "Sorry about that buddy, are you okay?"

Euijoo was a little taken aback but shook his hand anyway. The handshake was firm but still kind. He nodded slowly as he continued to take in all aspects of the newcomer.

It was a silly meeting but that's how Euijoo and Fuma became friends. Fuma was clearly like the dad friend of the pair. Keeping Euijoo out of trouble and helping guide him through dragon life and all the little trials that came with it.

Euijoo was an adult dragon who could manage everything… well almost everything. A competent fighter, a skilled treasure hunter (somewhat), and even a kind neighbor- but Euijoo was a terrible lover.

He had the romantic competence of boiled eggs according to Fuma. It was attempted to be said lovingly but the point was missed.

Another failed mating attempt left the younger huffing in frustration, blowing a bit of fire as a result. Even as he lay on his pile of treasures, his spirits werent raised. Fuma even brought him a fresh goat to eat and he still whined.

"Euijoo, maybe we should try a different approach." The silver dragon tapped on his horn to get his attention, making the younger shiver.

"Different how?! I've tried everything I can think of and others ideas too! Maybe I'm destined to be a lone dragon!" He whined, picking up a golden necklace bedazzled in gems and woefully swinging it in between his fingers.

Fuma rolled his eyes and snatched the necklace away, tossing it aside. "Have you tried practicing? I got my start courting humans, it might work with you too!"

Euijoo sat up and said an eyebrow, his eyes stated doubt but his tail wagged enthusiastically. "Are you sure?"

"Of course- they're much easier to court and get in bed. You'll sharpen up your skills and humans dont mind causal mating interactions." Fuma's confidence in this method oozed through every aspect of him. How could he say no?

So, with a hope in his heart- he would give this one more shot…

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In order to blend in with humans, Euijoo and Fuma had to hide their dragon features. So they just resembled very tall and handsome humans.

The two had turned up at a club, a casual place to meet strangers. That and Euijoo could excuse his odd behavior on alcohol. Bright lights, loud music and the smell of sweat and cheap perfume filled the air.

Except Euijoo was already shaking, eyes darting around as his palms sweat. Fuma patted his back to try and ease his nerves. "Ju… relax. If you look like you'll pee your pants, no one is going to want to talk to you."

He nodded and took a deep breath- before he hiccuped and a puff of smoke left his mouth. Slapping his hands over his mouth to cover it up and burned red in the face.

Fuma groaned and pinched his brow. "That's not relaxing. Here, just go up to that girl over there and start a conversation." Fuma pointed to a lone girl relaxing by a bar, a fancy looking cocktail in her hands.

With his support, Euijoo wiped his hands and stood up straight. He fixed his hair and marched on over to her. Remembering all of Fuma's tips, he leaned against the counter and stood close but not too close to the stranger.

His presence caught her attention. His pretty face made her eye him up and down- a smirk growing on her lips.

"Well hello there pretty sir- who might you be?" She leaned in, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked at him.

From behind, Fuma had ordered a simple drink to look busy and support Euijoo from behind. So far, he was doing great! A great approach, confident posture- all he had to do was keep going-

"Would you like to do the mating ritual with me?"

Fuma choked and spat out his drink. That is NOT what they practiced?! He was so nervous he started to ramble his words- the girl was just as confused. Tilting her head and blinking as if she didnt hear him properly.

"I-Im sorry? What does that mean?"

"Ah that's the fun part! The mating dance, the presentation of the treasures, the - OW." Fuma hit him in the back with his elbow to shut him up.

"Oh, is this some type of furry thing?"

This was falling apart faster than a stone in the ocean.

"Furry? No I'm not furry-."

Fuma screamed into his hands and grabbed his friend- pulling him out of the club before he could say anything else.

Euijoo whined as his arms were yanked harshly. "Heeey- That was going so well Fuma! What happened?!"

"Well?! Euijoo you had her thinking you were a furry!"

" Not you too Fuma! We're scaly not furry! Maybe your drink was too strong."

Fuma groaned and started heading in the direction of another club. "Okay, let's try again… And stay away from the mating and furry talk."

Euijoo nodded proudly and followed behind Fuma.

If Fuma thought the first attempt was bad, he had no idea what he was in for. Somehow each attempt was a little worse than the last.

Even when Fuma kept trying to remind him to stop mentioning the dragon thing or the mating dance and whatnot he kept babbling about it. At some point, they had exhausted just about every option and sulked out around 3am.

Euijoo near tears at all his failed attempts and Fuma ready to just make a bride for Euijoo at this point.

"How… how are you not able to flirt with humans and dragons?!" He was only met with a defeated shrug. Fuma sighed and tossed his arms around his shoulder, pulling him to his side as they continued to walk.

"Don't… Don't beat yourself up Ju. Theres someone out there willing to be with you!" He beamed and dragged him along until they ended up in an open park. Sitting down at a lone bench and taking in the night air to reevaluate.

Euijoo sat back and looked up towards the dark sky. He wanted to keep up hope but it felt like it was waning. Would he really be alone forever? Was he really not made for anyone else?

His eyes shut as he tried to hold back the tears. No there has to be! You cant give up hope yet Euijoo!

His little pep talked continued until he noticed Fuma tense near him and a new scent arrive. It was sweet and yet very calming. Making his eyes peel open to meet a bizarre sight.

A pretty girl was staring down at him. Oddly close to his face and blinking with eyes full of wonder. "Woah, hello! You're so cool looking!"

Cool looking?! Euijoo sat up and stared in confusion at this girl, his face burning red at the compliment. Who was she?? Where did she come from? And why was she so close to him?

"Oh um, thank you! I'm uh Euijoo by the way." Euijoo smiled as the strange girl sat in between them, forcing Fuma to scoot over to the end of the bench and peek over. The older leaning over so Euijoo could see his panicked expression.

"Eui-joo? Well I'm Y/N! Where did you get such a cool costume?" Y/N asked and did something he couldnt have expected. Tapping at his forehead exactly where his horn would be. Euijoo froze and tried to remain calm.

He was in disguise, there should be nothing visible! She didnt say anything to Fuma though, was it that his magic had slipped and revealed his original form?

Y/N continued to tap his forehead before trailing her fingers down his cheeks, running down his neck and peeking into his shirt. "This body paint is amazing too! What's your secret?"

Euijoo was frozen, worried how you were able to see his dragon markings beyond his disguise. But the hot chill that sparked from your touch was even more concerning. His brain had completely shut off and he stopped thinking.

"Um, you- me- mate? Mate ritual!-"

Fuma's eyes went wide as he started to make a 'cut it out' motion with his hand. He knew the younger was panicking and was about a few moments from another failed attempt.

But you didnt squirm, cringe or laugh at him. Instead your eyes lit up as he continued to ramble eventually breaking down into giggles. Euijoo shut his mouth after that. That had been the most normal reaction he had seen all night and was gearing up for another rejection.

"Mating ritual? Is that a funny way of telling me you have a breeding kink and want to fuck?"

Fuma's jaw dropped before quickly recovering and gesturing for Euijoo to chase this chance. Euijoo was still malfunctioning but tried his best to catch the signal. Taking your hands and looking into your eyes.

His body lighting up by an unknown energy all the while. "Are you saying… you want to be with me? Like, in bed?”

A giggle overtook his shy question. "Sure why not! Come on, I'll lead you to my place. You too Euijoo's friend!" The two weren't going to question it and followed you back home silently. Euijoo in a panic and Fuma trying to calm him down the whole time.

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Once you all arrived back at your apartment, you wasted no time showing them to the bedroom. Euijoo never stopped shaking the whole time but he was determined.

"Alright, so let's get this started yeah?-" Your hand already reaching for the bottom of your shirt before Euijoo stopped you. Large hands took yours into his, his eyes sparkling at just the sight of you.

"Wait, let me do something first-" The dragon man blushed and tried to keep his composure. It seemed you were down for anything and agreed to let him lead the way. His face brightened up and his dragon tail wagged.

From behind him, you could see his friend staring into him. Almost pleading with him mentally about what he was doing.

But Euijoo didnt bother with Fumas burning gaze. Instead pulling up his bag and digging into it- pouring out the contents onto the bed.

Shiny golden treasures fell from the bag. Necklaces, crowns, bracelets, plates- just about anything he couldve fit in there, he had put in there. Fuma's jaw dropped as he watched Euijoo covering your sheets in the precious metal, jewelry and treasure. It was part of a dragons ritual to present the hoard or collection of goods but you weren't a dragon!

“Don't worry, I'm just gonna be a fucktoy with feedback, do as you please!” Euijoo said, sounding somewhat proud of his display but his face was burning up as his body shook slightly from nerves.

Fuma was ready to drag him out and apologize for this embarrassing display but instead you seemed fascinated. Eyes twinkling as he finished clearing out his bag.

Euijoo stood proudly (nervously) by the mess he made, his face still blushed as he waited for your response. Flattered but unsure of how he wants you to respond, you rested your hand on his shoulder and made him sit on the corner of the bed.

Giggling and kissing his cheeks before landing on his lips. He gasped, parting his lips and allowing you to deepen the connection. Pulling away after a moment to see his flustered reaction.

"Well, this is what you wanted, right?" Euijoo nodded eagerly and never broke eye contact. You took his hands and laid them on your hips, straddling his lap and ran your hands around his body.

“H-How did you know?” Euijoo managed to stutter out, as his body and mind were in some form of a meltdown. Here you were, touching him, inviting him in and even kissing him now!

“Well, from what I know about dragons, showing off gifts and a hoard is part of a mating ritual, right? Plus you just called yourself a fucktoy so I'm guessing that's your goal huh?”

Your fingers brushed against one of his horns, making him jump and accidentally moan a bit. The dragon almost apologized but your lips cut him off swiftly.

Just by the way he kissed you so softly made you smile. He was being so gentle with you but also, it made you curious. Pulling away again to not only see him still wearing his current state of mind on his face, but to feel him clearly getting riled up.

"Euijoo, have you ever been kissed before?" It was clear he had been found out. He was ready to deny and explain it off but his silence gave it away.

Oh he was just so cute! Your hands slid down his body, slipping under his shirt. His bare skin was cold and scaly underneath his clothes. It was fascinating just how much detail your fingertips were able to pick up.

You had only heard about dragons through the grapevine. Some believed they were real and others still convinced they were fully myth.

Despite being a full time dragon believer, this was your first time meeting one, well two! Normally, a humans reaction to meeting what was once thought impossible was to freak out or call the police.

But not you. Not only did this dragon man give off huge adorable loser vibes which was already cute to you; You were what they called a certified monster fucker. Only in theory though as you never had actually met a non human before.

Still- your treasure chest full of monster dildos and sleeves was all the evidence you needed for your dirty little secret.

So when you wandered into a man who's appearance screamed dragon along with his otherworldly aura, you had to take the chance. Like a moth to a flame, you wasted no time chasing your prize(s).

As you lead the kiss that quickly became heated, you let your body do more of the talking. Wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers into his hair. Grinding your hips into his already hardening cock.

Who knew just a little making out would rile him up so badly? He either had sensitive or virgin written all over him. Maybe there was a small part of you that found the idea of a human like you overpowering a cute dragon in bed super exciting. Corrupting his fantasy and frail understanding of what he was capable of.

Breaking up the kiss, you removed your shirt and pants, leaving you in your underwear before him. Doing a little 360 spin to show him your entire body, you took his hands and laid them on your hips. Letting them sit on your squishy flesh for a moment before trailing one up to your breast and let the other explore your thighs and ass.

Euijoo's face was completely red and he sounded like his breath wanted to stop coming out. That and the tiny puffs of smoke seeping from his mouth showed his emotions were heightened in a way he couldn't understand just yet.

“Do you like how this feels, my body? Are you ready to see it all?”

He nodded eagerly, making his first move by pulling you closer by the hips and tugging at your underwear and burying his face in your belly. His actions reminded you of a desperate puppy, especially as his nose was in your stomach and he was looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Before you could properly remove either, Euijoo's nails had elongated into claws and shred away the thin pieces of fabric. Leaving you completely bare and naked.

Your body was so gorgeous to him, so alluring and sexy. Just looking at you would be enough to make him lose his cool. Not like he had much to begin with.

“Hey, if I'm going to be naked, you've gotta join me-” You teased as you started to pull away at Euijoos clothing.

He was so excited and turned on, he clearly forgot Fuma was also in the room. Honestly, Fuma would be okay with that as long as Euijoo didnt mess this up.

He had seen and slept with his fair share of women before so he was doing okay. That was until you were stripped completely naked and bent down to help his friend undress, flashing your glistening pussy directly in his face.

Fuma could compose himself to remain still but the rush of pheromones and your scent of arousal was getting to him already. Making him cross his legs to stop himself for having an obvious boner at a time like this.

Once Euijoo was naked his worries faded away. He was here, he could do this! At least he thought so until you pushed his legs open and got on your knees.

His half dragon state was also stunning. Horns sticking out of his hair, silky skin bedazzled in patches of shiny and colorful scales leading to a thick tail and his wonderful dragon cock on full display. Large, scaly and ribbed along the top down to the very base.

Your stomach stirred in excitement. Youve had plently of practice, you could take him with a little prep. But first, you had to get a little taste of dragon.

Taking his tip into your mouth without warning and making him yelp, a tiny spurt of fire following along with it.

You could save your cooing for later, for now, you were going to have a little fun. Swirling your tongue around him and sinking him down your throat to see how far you could get. It took a little gagging but you were able to get his entire dick in.

Slowly pulling off before repeating the process, and earning a low moan from Euijoo. An unrestrained response to a pleasure hes never felt before. He couldn't tell if his body was heating up due to pleasure or embarrassment.

Neither mattered to you. Loosening your jaw before taking him back into your mouth at a quicker pace, using your hand to substitute when you werent taking him entirely in.

It had been less than a minute before Euijoo was panting like crazy, twitching and fumbling around odd sentences. He was trying to tell you that he felt something weird- It was both pleasurable but concerning because he felt like he was about to drop. His words didn't make it out in time before his body reacted and came.

Your only proper warning was the twitching of his cock in your mouth before the thick salty fluid filled up your mouth. Leaking out of your mouth and down your throat before you could comprehend fully what had happened.

Apologetic and embarrassed, Euijoo pulled out fully and started to speak clearly. “Oh my god I'm so sorry Y/n! I'm sorry I didn't think that would happen so quickly! Oh no I fucked up again ah, I'm sorry-”

You werent mad, only surprised by how fast and how much had come out. Coughing to clear out your throat so you could speak.

Fuma was honestly speechless. There was nothing he could say or do to remedy the situation. Maybe prepare romcoms and liquor back at home for when Euijoo sobbed about this failure too.

To the distraught dragons surprise, you waved off his apology as you caught your breath. “I'm not mad! You don't need to apologize, accidents happen. I assumed that would considering how new you were to this.”

“Wait, so you're not rejecting me now?”

“No? Plus, dragon cum tasted way better than I expected so no hard feelings times two.” You said in joking manner before changing the subject. Looking up, you could still see his dick was plenty hard. Dragging your finger up it's length and making him sigh.

“Looks like you still got some left in you. Are you ready for the main event?” You spoke in a low and sultry voice, standing up and trailing your hand up his body as you went.

“Uh, I uh-” Unknowing what to do, Euijoo looked to Fuma to help, who only gestured towards you with a “Don't look at me- And don't fuck this up!” expression.

Euijoo gave you a nod, not trusting his voice to reply in dirty talk.

Although it wasn't the most ideal, you knew he would probably enjoy this more if the treasure was still on the bed. Moving some of the more dangerous and fragile pieces aside before climbing onto the bed on all fours. Not meaning to, but facing Fuma, who was both watching attentively and absentmindedly. Once in position, you used one hand to spread your ass to invite him into you.

“Go on, it might be a little tight at first but I'll manage.” You were bursting with eagerness. This had to be a dream come true for you both.

But of course, Euijoo was overthinking something else. Your hole looked… a little small? There was no way he was fitting into your pussy when it didn't even look the size of his pinky.

His gaze found Fuma, who just gave him a thumbs up before he turned his attention back to you. Noting the eager look that Euijoo couldn't see as you were ready for this. Almost drooling in anticipation for this moment. He had to avert his eyes from you.

From behind, Euijoo took a deep breath before just following his instincts. He knew what to do, he shouldn't overthink this. Even if he messed up here, he never had to see you again if all went to hell.

Running a finger down your wet folds, he spread your lips to get a better view. Summoning all the confidence he could, he lined his tip along with your hole before letting his body do the rest and push in slowly.

Instantly the stretch was more than you expected, but along with the discomfort was the sweet pleasure as he pushed in further. Moving painfully slowly and allowing you to adjust as he moved. You expected the slight pain, it was always there until it melted away after you were soaked enough.

The texture of the ridges and ribs on his cock had your legs shaking so fast. “Are you alright Y/n? You're shaking.”

“Y-yes fuck, god just fuck me already!”

He wasn't completely assured but he couldn't stay still forever. Pulling his hips out before driving them back inside. Fully inserted and causing a slight bulge in your stomach.

Places you didnt even know could feel this level of pleasure were tingling as he picked up the pace, finding a steady rhythm to pull in and out to. Little cries and pleas of pleasure for more encouraged him to keep going.

His confidence grew, reaching over to grip your hips and pull you back slightly with every thrust. Lowering himself to kiss along your back as he plowed into you.

Your orgasm came quickly, not as fast as him previously. But just as you continued from before, so did he. Driving your mind up the wall once again very quickly.

Euijoo had to admit, it felt amazing to get you to cum, quite fast even. His pride and confidence fully restored as you begged him to fuck you harder and keep going.

It wasn't long before he had you cock drunk. There was no need to use words as your body did all the speaking for you. Nipples hard from arousal and being teased, tongue hanging out lazily and your eyes dazed but content. Not to mention the fluids from your pussy squirting and soaking with every thrust.

The whole time you were lost in the pleasure, you had Euijoo on your mind but Fuma in your sights. It was obvious he was happy and proud for his friend but he looked lonely in your eyes. And horny.

After another orgasm shook you, you took a pause. Pressing your back against Euijoos chest, who instantly ran his hands down to your clit and played with your breast as you spoke to him. Keeping your mind and body on a pleasure trip even with his little movement. Even Fuma was impressed that he knew how to do that.

His cold scales contrasted your hot skin and egged his teasing on further as you tried to speak with him buried inside you. Your hand running into his hair to run your fingers along his horns, an obvious sensitive spot as he didn't even hide his shiver.

For once, Fuma was the one let in the dark as you whispered something to Euijoo through breathy moans. He quickly agreed, getting in a cheeky bite at your neck before letting you back down.

Letting your front lay down on the bed, you looked at Fuma with needy eyes. Gesturing him forward with your hand.

Confused, but still being the man(dragon) he was, he came forward. “Is something wrong Y/n? You're not stuck, right?’

He spoke so gently and full of concern. You almost wanted to make up some excuse to keep him talking but that could wait. Especially not as you were eye to eye with his raging boner.

“No, no issue.” You said bluntly as you reached for his pants. Digging your fingers into his boxers and tugging to pull them down.

“Wait what are you doing? This isn't about me-?”

“Oh shut it. It wouldn't be nice to let you watch us fuck and not get in on it.” You were blunt as you pulled him closer.

Fuma didn't want to encroach on a moment that wasn't his. This was about Euijoo and him finally having his chance. He was going to ask him if he was okay with it, but seeing the happy look on his face as he kneaded your ass cheeks told him it didn't seem he minded.

Rejecting the invite could be rude, so he nodded. That and seeing you getting roughly fucked and staring at him the whole time had admittedly turned him on. Some relief could be nice.

Within seconds, you had his pants off, nearly getting spooked by his silvery girthy cock popping out. Oh yeah, he was definitely trying to play it cool with how hard he was in reality. Precum was already seeping out from his tip and adding to the shimmery appearance. Or maybe dragon cum just was sparkly?

You didn't dwell on it before taking him into your mouth like you had done with Euijoo before. Getting a similar hiss of pleasure as you started to suck him off.

Once you had found your rhythm with your mouth it was quickly disregarded. Euijoo took the lead, moving at an animalistic pace to pick up where you left off.

The force pushing your body back and forth- From choking on Fuma to having Euijoo deeper into your walls. A consistent cycle of head turning sensations that only was making you lose yourself.

Tears of overwhelming euphoria as well as the gagging started to spring from your eyes. This was your mosterfucker dream come true! Being used like a cocksleeve for hot dragon men? Sign you up all day, any day!

It was hard to stay focused on the task at hand. Not that you needed to be engulfed in the moment, they were doing what they pleased and you wouldn't complain. Especially not when they were making you feel this amazing.

Your body was tingling, both numb and burning alive as you peaked your orgasm over and over again. Surprisingly but also not, dragons could go for a long time and had a lot to unload.

And you were more than willing to let them use you to take it all in. It felt like a rough fucked bliss you had fallen into as you were filled up and swallowed as much dragon cum as you could take.

Fuma was experienced enough to always know when he was about to snap and warned you. Petting your cheeks and hair and wiping your pretty tears before using your mouth once again.

Euijoo was clearly the novice of the two but that didn't mean he was any less intoxicating. If anything, his lack of experience made every time he came a surprise to you both. And for each time he did, he laid a harsh bite somewhere along your skin. Like keeping a tally for himself.

The amount of cum they let out was also insane. Not only did your body feel slightly heavier from the amount, it coated your sheets past the treasure pile and left them white and sparkly. Maybe the stains wouldn't be so bad.

Even as you wanted this dream come true to last forever, your body was starting to get overstimulated. Quaking with every thrust and your throat and jaw aching all the same. Your legs were on the verge of collapse.

With how this night had been going, it shouldn't be a surprise they weren't going to stop suddenly.

Euijoo picked up one of your legs, changing the angle of which he was driving his dragon cock into you and wrapped his scaly tail around your thigh to hold it up. His hands, claws protruding out, held onto your hips. Clearly, he was giving it his all to end this.

Fuma held onto your hair to keep you upright. Slowing his pace to a painful crawl. Savoring every twitch, suck and swirl of your tongue on his cock. Tracing the ridges and scales that you could feel along his tip.

It didn't take much before your orgasm tore through you once again, sending stars into your vision and taking the strength out of your body.

Although you nearly collapsed, supported up by Euijoos arms, your entire body shook as you came. A stream of squirt spraying out as the cherry on top. A muffled squeal of pleasure ripped through your exhausted throat.

The others weren't far behind. Fuma, nicely pulled out this time. Decorating your face and chest with his cum. Quite the lovely sight on your fucked out face.

Euijoo held you still as he rutted into your tired pussy. Pushing in as far as he could go and breaking out into a mix of a whimper and a moan, sounding somewhat like your name before marking your skin once again.

He shook wildly as his cock twitched. Dumping whatever cum he had left in him into your caved out hole. A perfect space for him to remain as he, in his dragon heart, hoped to breed you.

Exhausted and messy, there was no strength left in your body. Even if you wanted to move, there was no way you could. Thankfully, Euijoo had laid you down, mostly on his chest and hugged you tightly.

In your haze, you hadn't even realized Fuma left and returned with some paper towels to clean you up and gave you some water.

“Uh, sorry about the mess. We'll pay for anything we can't clean.”

It was very kind of him but you wouldn't mind. Instead extending your weak hand and beckoning him to bed with you both.

“Don't worry bout it. Come cuddle.”

Fuma nearly laughed but agreed. No one had the energy to argue. Draping an arm over your side, he was almost immediately asleep.

As you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, you felt the unmistakable kisses of Euijoos lips against your skin. “Thank you Y/n…”

A smile came to your lips as you acknowledged his words. Thanking them in their own way too. Even if they were gone in the morning, you wouldn't regret this night for as long as you lived your human life.

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

Daddys little girl Dad!Tony stark x baby!daughter!reader

Summary: you are tony starks baby girl <3

Warnings: nothing just fluff 🥰

A/N: my acc hasn't been getting much attention lately. I hope this gets as big as my fics used to be. Also im using the same way you met tony as in toddler years

+•°+*°•+

Being tony starks daughter had lots of benefits, but also lots of bad parts as well. But for now we're focusing on the good parts. Let's start at the beginning.

One day, mid (birth month) the door bell rang. Tony, the famous billionaire playboy, walked out of his garage and turned the corner. Given that the whole wall of the front door was glass, tony saw right through it.

No one was there. Only a small cardboard box, layered with a multi colored blanket. He stepped closer, Jarvis opening the door. He saw a baby looking like it was fresh out the womb.

You, had a envelope in your tiny hands. Tony bent down and took it from your grasp. And along with this note (and angel) came a bag. Which held a single bottle, three diapers, a white onesie, identical to the one you were wearing, and your birth certificate. Only his name was on the paper. You didn't even have an identity yet. Tony opened the letter and read it.

'Dear tony. Shes only 2 weeks old and driving me insane. I dont care what you do with her, whether you put her up for adoption i dont care what you do. But shes yours now, feel free to get a DNA test. Just get her the fuck away from me.'

"What a bitch" tony muttered under his breath, looking down at you, he couldn't help feel the need to take you in. You were his after all.

"Sir, if you do not want the child, we can send it to mr rhodes" Jarvis suggested, tony immediately turning him down "no, no dont do that"

He picked you up, and took your blanket as well, quickly he wrapped you in the small blanket.

He walked over to the couch, staring at you the whole way there.

You began to flutter your eyelids. Tony gasped for no reason at all, his heart began to race slightly. He was about to meet his daughter.

You opened your eyes, and they locked with tonys, you both just stared at each other for a while. Before you, the curious little baby, reached up as high as you could. Your fingers brushing his cheeks.

You cooed, making him smile, which made you smile. You let out a small happy noise. Before tony stood up, and walked toward the front door.

He grabbed the bag and headed upstairs to his bedroom, not taking his eyes off of you.

He sat down on his bed, that was three times his size. And set you down on the mattress. And turned on a movie on the plasma tv mounted to the wall.

After a few minutes, he had noticed you had completely soiled your diaper, he picked you up and put a towel on his dresser, after a few failed attempts, he successfully changed you.

He called happy and pepper, who came as fast as they could given that he called and said "hey so i just found out im a father, i need you to come quick, thanks bye" and hung up.

They both arrived at the same time, and after a small argument over his choice of words on the phone call. Tony sent them out to go get bottles, diapers, formula, etc.

And for the meantime, tony spent some time with you. Your large e/c eyes looking around on awe.

You were beautiful. (Still are) and tony made sure you knew that.

He felt quite stressed given that you did not have a name, and that he had to choose one. He would definitely be one of those guys who picks a name with a meaning.

Eventually, he settled for y/n y/m/n stark. Your first and middle names perfectly fitting in with your last. It had a nice ring to it.

After a moment your eyes began to droop. Tony took note of this and held you to his chest, patting you on the back (be careful tony)

He rocked you to sleep, and once you fell into this slumber, he whipped out his laptop. And after a few hours of online shopping and a couple thousand dollars, everything he needed to take care of you was on its way.

+•°+*°•+

The next few days, most of the packages were there. Including the crib. The past days he had been forced to put you in a laundry basket, that he stuffed had with his pillows. (The first time you fell in love with his scent)

It took both happy and tony to get it through the house. And after multiple arguments, being ended by you crying because they were loud. And pepper taking care of you in the meantime. five hours later the crib was officially in one piece.

Tony also bought a crib that was transparent on the sides so he could keep an eye on you in the living room, but sadly you were too small for that so they decided to save another 7 hours and not put that together now.

Once all of the packages had arrived, tony had happy took all of the packages to tonys bedroom. Then went home.

Tony put your crib right next to his bed, and in a corner he had the changing table, which doubled as a dresser, put in a corner next to a rocking chair for him to lull you to sleep.

He heard you whimper from across the room, he turned to the clock, and it read 10:48 pm.

He walked over to you as you started to cry. He immediately sprung into action and grabbed you, resting you on his chest patting your back.

"You must be hungry, my little y/n" (ahaha. Do you see the connection)

He walked downstairs to feed you. Once he was done with this task, he sat at the rocking chair and sung you a lullaby (or AC/DC in a soft tone 🤷‍♀️)

When you fell asleep, he decided he needed sleep to (for once) though it was quite early for him, he did need to sleep given that he now had you, and thought he needed some extra sleep.

+•°+*°•+

The next morning he was woken up at four in the morning by you screaming your head off. He jumped up (dad instincts already kicking in huh) tripping over his blanket that wrapped around his foot, looked at you. And could smell it before he could get there. Oof.

After he finished changing you, he walked downstairs cradling you in his arms, that engulfed your tiny body. Your head resting in the crook of his arm.

He fed you while sitting at the couch, he thought, might as well stay up. He'll probably just be woken up by you anyways 😆

You fell asleep in his arms not long after. And he swung his head back, closing his eyes. And fell asleep on accident. And a few hours later, he woke up to you once again, screaming your head off.

once your eyes fell upon his, you calmed down immediately. Making a small happy noise. Making him smile.

He had ordered some clothes for you online. And now that the baby carrier thingy was there, he could now bring you into public. He was nervous given that paparazzi follow his every move. But he didn't really care if they saw him with you, you were his.

He went out with just you in his arms, and came back with tons of bags full of clothing.

He then went ahead and put a car seat in place, along with a mirror so he could see you if he was driving. Which he wouldn't be doing for a while.

+•°+*°•+

He had took time off of stark Industries for a few months, so he now worked at home.

After two months of having your presence in tonys home, you were both inseparable. Tony couldn't do anything without you because he was hooked, and you couldn't do anything without him because you were only two months old.

The first time you sat up, he was so proud of you. Same for when you first rolled over, but his favorite achievement you had made so far has got to be when you first giggled 🤭

At seven months you began to crawl. (I know that's kind of early but i started crawling early and i know almost nothing about babies so..)

You had been sitting up, playing with tony when he scooted away from you, you gave him a look and leaned on your hands. You pushed you knees up and started army crawling to tony. Bouncing yourself with your arms.

He gasped and cheered you on. "Come on baby, come to daddy, aaaaahh, you got this sweetheart, come on" when you reached him he scooped you into his arms, smothering you with kisses.

Then his kisses became tickles, he pulled away from you and put his hand on your stomach and began to wiggle them all around.

You started giggling, which fell into deep baby belly laughter when he blew a giant raspberry right above your belly button.

You, only being seven months, couldn't do anything but wait for him to stop. Which he probably won't do anytime soon given that he loves your laughter 🥰

At 11 months old, tony went back to stark Industries. He had made a very large portion of his office dedicated to you.

Toys everywhere, there were a few books, he had that "transparent crib" in there as well. Which doubled as a playpen for you, mainly soft toys like stuffed animals and such were in there.

Many times pepper stopped a meeting mid way through, just to give you to tony. You had been screaming your head off but the second you were in tonys arms you calmed down immediately.

He would continue the meeting with you clung to him. Wrapping your arms around him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

When you celebrated your first birthday, tony was having very mixed emotions, he loved you, and was so happy to see you made it this far. But he missed the days with his baby, and he wanted them back. He missed feeding you while you rested in the crook of his arm. Or rocking you to sleep while singing to you.

He is definitely the guy who throws magnificent parties that were long and big. But for his baby girls first birthday he only invited Rhody, pepper, and happy.

Watching everyone singing happy birthday and seeing you smothering cake and frosting all over yourself was one of the best times of his life. And he would never forget it.

+•°+*°•+

A/N: i might do another Dad!Tony stark x baby!daughter!reader cause it's so fluffing cute! And here are the few things I forgot while writing this

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[butch4allconfessions]

I have a thing about me which I’ve never seen reflected anywhere and it’s a a not-wanting-to-be-a-pillow-princess which I don’t have a name for. I’m a high maintenance femme, I don’t own nothing but skirts and dresses, I wear makeup, so on. I’ve had a period in my life when I questioned why I dress like this, but being in a really supportive lesbian community online helped a lot, so I’ve stopped caring too much. But I’m also really slender, thin, weak type of body, and no matter how much I’ve tried to, I couldn’t get any more muscle strength (out of food and exercise).

I feel like there is no need to much strength in a bed with a man - but I don’t want them, and my experience with women seems one-sided. I can cum all ways, but I can not do much in return. They call it “a pillow princess” but I don’t relate to this - I enjoy dominance, maybe because I’ve never had any in life. I want to give pleasure back, but with strap and fingers my body gives up really fast, I’ve had lots of bad experiences where my partner said “it’s ok, I still love you”, but the moment you break up they all suddenly remember how you couldn’t do anything in bed.

Like, I get it, some women may be ok with only giving or only receiving, but I’m not. I get frustrated when the dirty talk is about me being weak and pathetic, I lose the tension. It seems like it works for everyone, but not me, and I, for some reason, crave dominance even if it’s impossible for me to be like this. I enjoy eating women out so bad, but not everyone likes that, and more masculine women (whom I’m attracted to mostly) tend to see me as a pillow princess. It feels like a forced label on me and makes me insecure.

And this butchfemme dynamic I gravitate towards doesn’t make things easier. I like masculine women, more powerful than me (which is probably pretty easy to be) but for some reason I don’t enjoy being called a sub, feeling like one, but to be a dom one needs to be able to give, to get this power somehow. I always end up in a sub position anyway.

And online discourse is always about “pillow princess supremacy” BUT I DONT WANNA BE ONE. I wanna make a handsome butch beg in bed, that’s one of my greatest fantasies. Still a fantasy, though, and I remain too weak to make it come true.

🥀

it sounds to me like your past partners have been largely going with a default assumption of what you want. my first move would be to always always always communicate clearly what you are after in a situation like this. being physically unable to deliver pleasure like you want can be disheartening (trust me, I know) but practice makes better. there are tons of other ways to be dominant or give pleasure, and I’d encourage you to look into what they are and to make clear what you want and what you don’t when you’re with a partner. not everybody is a pillow princess, and you certainly do not have to be if you do not want to and I encourage you to try out different things.

unfortunately there’s no easy answer here. if someone is forcing you to BE a pillow princess that’s never cool ever. but I do want to make it clear: being dominant does not mean you have to give or do anything. dominance comes in every shape and size. test things out, try things. I’m sorry things have been so hard, but I promise you there is hope and I promise you there are people who you are attracted to whose tastes align with yours.

[olderthannetfic]

Re: discourse about using outliers / the worst examples of a group to justify generalizations-- this is also a problem with the femslash wank asks

I'm one of those filthy f/f folks who actually does want to see more femslash relative to mascslash, but I'm not anti-fujo or a terf or telling ppl to change their own tastes. I'm proship / SALS and kinkmato and I think fujoshi are great; I appreciate their massive contribution to fandom culture including AO3's existence itself

But some ppl seem like they just hate f/f fandoms generally and want a reason to bitch about us? and I've felt super demoralized by it whenever I read your blog lately

Like the complaints about f/f being too wholesome and fluffy and that this is somehow bad?? tumblr is C O V E R E D with cutesey fluffy bubbly m/m art using That Artstyle we all know and nobody complains about it. But when sapphic art is like this suddenly its cause we're boring sexless puritans who dont know what pussy should look like? The huge amount of kinky weird depraved f/f thats out there gets totally erased and the wholesome stuff gets scapegoated as a symbol of regressiveness.

Or the constant lecturing to "JuSt CrEaTe It YoUrSeLf" as if nobody who says they want more f/f would actually be making it??? How do you KNOW they're not making it? Are you stalking the tumblr of every ao3 f/f author to make sure they never expressed the opinion you hate , and vice versa??

Yeah a few awful ppl have been super obnoxious, terfy, or puritanical bullies with how they talk about this topic. But when you constantly bring those people up to demonize talking about it at all it feels like you're creating a taboo around it because you want those annoying lesbian feminists to shut the fuck up. Cause how dare we, right? How dare we express desire for something in a way that reminds you patriarchy exists.

You won't even let us express that we're bitter or sad about feeling like a minority even amongst other queer women. You won't let us express simple jealousy without interpreting that jealousy in the most terfy antiship bad faith way possible!

I won't defend those who actually harass ppl or moralize over ships. I won't defend anti-fujos. But when you constantly lump me in with those people just because I looked at AO3 stats and went "Hmmm, it would be cool if this was more balanced :/" or whatever it feels like you just don't want me to say anything at all

--

Is this about me personally? Yes, I agree that topics that are repetitive start to feel like an attack.

But with regards to AO3 stats, this is my pet peeve, as you probably know if you read here often, and I'm unlikely to stop being angry about it.

AO3 is extremely unusual in the history of fandom for being a very big, very multifandom site that is not m/m-specific but where m/m outnumbers other things. There have been large-ish slash archives before. There have been and still are other large, multifandom archives, from FFN and Wattpad, which are in AO3's weight class, to medium size ones like MediaMiner. The spaces that aren't m/m-specific generally have f/m vastly outnumbering m/m. They also make it harder to get stats than AO3 does.

I don't have an issue with people looking at overall fandom stats and complaining that f/f has the short end of the stick when it comes to fanfic broadly. I do object to people pulling only AO3 stats and going "The one anomalous clubhouse that looks like this is the problem" and pointing at m/m.

It's the same problem you point out, just in another direction. After being told "Okay, but the amount of m/m..." constantly for years, people are fed up and never want to hear it again. Even if it's phrased nicely. Even if the person saying it is also hurting.

[grox]

i have a burgeoning interest in fragrance & asking may be moot bcz i know how personal a thing it is... but do you have any starting spots? websites or advice for picking&choosing or brand recommendations or even just personal favorites. & also have you ever read perfume by patrick süskind? i feel u might find a kinship with grenouille. thats all thanks man

Ministry of scent. Large collection of fragrances by many different creators, sorted by maker, main notes, which season to wear, very wide range of stuff on there. Majority of perfumes have samples avalaible for 5 bucks, if you only buy samples there's a 5 dollar flat shipping charge, plus a discount on the full size of any sample you buy in the future printed on the packing slip. Full sizes are straight from the source, so you dont have to worry about accidentally buying a bootleg like you may on ebay, but it is expensive. My advice to you for now though, is go to the mall, don't go to an actual perfume store just yet, but check out like, Sears, JCPenny, Macys, and run around in the perfume section there. Bring a buddy, make it a day. See what's going on in the mainstream fragrance world, spray some samples on you, see what you like best, see what you fucking HATE, see what notes smell good or bad on you. See what they smell like on your buddy if you have one, and compare. Really try to get a feel for how your skin works with this stuff. Play with both womens and mens fragrances, try to study each one as you test them. When you're done, if you're still up for it, check out lush, or sephora, ulta, any teenybopper store that also sells perfumes, and play around there. Compare the overall sweetness, and prevalence of notes. Some of them will blow your hairline back but now you know what to avoid in the future. Check out a bath and body works and play around with their weak ass body mists. Do not go to a perfume store because those guys are really pushy and they get mad if you just sample a bunch and walk out. And frankly I don't trust them..

For what perfumers I recommend, check out ralph lauren, vince camuto, and Versace. These are like, the big brands that everybody knows, and you'll be likely to find something good for you without having to order online, cause theyre usually right there at the mall. My favorites are Polo Blue, Eterno, and this isnt verasce but Alien by mugler is crazy and you could probably still find it around. As for small brands, check back on ministry of scent. I LOVE montale, borntostandout, and imaginary authors. I recommend chocolate greedy, mud, and saint julep from those three. Alright miscellanious. It's not a meme, if you're into the smell of coconut at all, get Gary. Its 12 bucks and if you dont like it, someone in your life is bound to. But you'll like it. Rest of the spongebob line is kinda mid, I've tried mr krabs and its lemony, not what I like in particular, so I gave it to my cousins boyfriend because he LOVED it. if you like gary, check out VACATION, by VACATION, its straight up a poolside.

Really though, sniff around. Start using your nose as actively as you do your ears, ask people what theyre wearing, you can get a nice list from that. Get some friends irl into fragrances so you can dump off the stuff you hate on one another. Keep a little notebook if you're into that, hop on fragrantica and do some reading before you purchase a full size of anything, wear your samples out and about to see if it sickens you over time. Eventually you'll find your little niche and never ever leave it, so enjoy a wide range of things while you still can.

I have not read perfume but I will check it out

-Love,

GEORGE

[bridgyrose]

So... Ozma is insanely old... He's seen ALL the tech come and go... ... What if he gets confused sometimes? (Put that IT work to use, help Grandpa Oz out with some tech confusion).

(Something tells me he'd be very nonchalant about it too. Just... look, he's seen soo many different iterations of technology that sometimes he starts trying to use things like they used to be and it doesnt work due to updates. Thankfully, he has Glynda at his side)

Ozpin fumbled around with his scroll as he tried to pull up the video feed of Beacon’s initiation. Every new model of scroll seemed to change where everything was located. Apps were no longer where they belonged, the drone feeds always had to be updated in order to come out clear, then there was the ever changing contact list that never moved from scroll to scroll… 

“You really should learn how to handle technology better than you do,” Glynda said softly as she helped guide him to where the video feed was located. “I cant believe someone who’s seen every piece of technology evolve can be so bad with it.” 

“I assure you, its not on purpose,” Ozpin said as he pulled up the video feed and projected the screens to see all of the students participating. “Technology evolves too rapidly for my taste.” 

“Still, its embarrassing you need someone to help you work a scroll.” 

Ozpin took a sip of hot chocolate from his mug. “You say as if you’ve never had issues with technology before.” 

“I’ll have you know I keep up to date with everything that comes through.” 

“But you still have to learn how to use the new piece when it comes in. Take this scroll for example. Nearly a hundred years ago, no one ever thought we’d have a device like this that could fit easily in your hand. Even fifty years ago, scrolls were the size of large books, nearly impossible to carry around easily without some sort of case or bag to hold them in and almost impractical for huntsmen. But as time went on, they rapidly got smaller, easier to carry, and are now an essential tool for huntsmen everywhere.” 

“That still doesnt explain why you struggle with technology like that. You’ve lived alongside it longer than anyone else.” 

“And that’s precisely why I struggle with it so much.” Ozpin looked down at his scroll. “I’ve lived alongside it for so long, it all… blends together. Days become weeks, weeks become years, years become centuries, technology rapidly advances and its hard to keep it all straight. Scrolls change with how they’re laid out, computers are never the same from one iteration to the next, and sometimes when I look at a device, it feels like I’m looking at an old friend from years ago.” 

Glynda looked away and towards the drone feeds. “Maybe you need some classes on how to work with tech easier. Advances are slowing.” 

“I think I can manage on my own.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

Ozpin nodded and moved to watch the feed that showed Ruby and Weiss trying to work together. “The goal for humanity is to help each other, and that includes working with those that dont fully understand technology, those who refuse to, and those who understand it but are unable to keep things straight. Even if it does feel… tedious.” 

Glynda sighed. “Is that your way of telling me that I’m going to have to help you all the time.” 

Ozpin let out a soft smile. “And that one day, you’ll be in the same position as I am. Struggling to use something that is so simple for others.” 

[wujekfoliarz]

S.T.A.L.K.E.R. World analysis and speculation, implications - PART ONE, MATERIAL GOODS AND MAKESHIFT BASES

The Zone is an interesting case, because while it is considered to be one of the major postapocalyptic games out there, it is not actually one - with even Half Life franchise (newer entries) being closer to the title of "postapo". However, lets focus back on the Zone

NOTE - LONG UNDER CUT

Might or might not be a nothingburger, but I havent seem people talk bout those

TLDR at the end. Not checked, we die like rookies - may update

First of all, the Zone is an isolated region with a somewhat set-in-stone size, as even in an event of an expansion, the Military still holds some guard over the perimeter (or what would be left of it in an event of Noosphere scar swelling). The Military might be far from efficient, however it is still a basic form of shielding the zone

The impact of this one specific thing is that we can be almost sure that all major Zone Import happens with military-approved trucks or on foot. Size, noise and light wouldnt be that hard to notice, not to mention that off-roading would be a problem, and we are still talking about out-of-perimeter. Thus, this limits the size of goods per-import, not to mention the chance of the smuggler being caught

Thankfully, it is revealed by Sidorovich that Military keeps an eye shut on some things

"I know the commander a little: he likes to take a swig as much as the next man. I'm surviving on here thanks to him."

This, other than exposing the corruption of Military and making sure the player isnt fond of them, shows that Military does have contacts with free stalkers, as long as it is beneficial. The Clear Sky Cordon plot revolves around Scar dealing with the military, which has betrayed stalkers and made deals with bandits, selling out information and such

Considering that the Ruble is a Zone-only currency (in addition, a virtual one as well if I am not mistaken - transferable by PDAs), it would be without sense for Sidorovich to pay in or exchange cash used by people who are being shot for sport. Thus, we can assume that the payment is being done in artefacts, as other items can be easily and cheapily manufactured outside the zone (medkits, ammunition, etc).

While things such as S2 artefact descriptions sometimes tell us about their use outside of the Zone, we do not know how it is with the legal status. Does (insert facility)s buy the artefacts from Black Market, get them from excess officially collected ones, or what? Dont even get me started on artefacts losing their anomalous properties outside of the zone. We could assume that by ~2022, enough of them is collected for them to actually have an use on mainland instead of being kept in fancier glass jars, but it is not like we have official statistics. Not like we have advanced ALife to count that ourselves...

Coming back to the Zone Ruble - it is a specific problem. First of all, "trader scamming" is a well-known thing that is yet another "save your game every two seconds" factor (traders buying for small prices, selling for comically large ones).

Call of Pripyat seems to be the "most advanced" original trilogy game when it comes to mechanics, so we will take a look at everything in it

A good example for trader scamming would be Owl and a bad weapon such as a PMm, apparently selling for as low as 100 rubles, but selling (back) for whole 640. Additionally, diet sausage (Beard) is 31/105. This is obviously based on how common these items are - one bandit killing spree and you end up with tons of these peashooters

We can assume most people in the zone, apart from the metaphysically-controlled protagonist and those who are good at, well, killing people, loot their guns from other bodies. Lets be honest, a viable strategy in early-game (and those moments when you run out of ammo in-field) as carrying multiple guns is in most cases obligerates your stamina. As mentioned previously, people like Mercs or Stalkers-who-do-a-lot-of-contracts-professionally are an exception. But if you have enough as a simple Sunrise-suit-wearing artefact collector, then why care?

It would be stupid to try and answer the question on how did these guns appear in the zone for the first time, however we can assume smuggling in (either someone enters the zone with a weapon or someone trades with a stalker) is the basic way. Military does not seem to use a wide array of weapons (mainly using 5.45x39mm eastern european weapons, commonly lumped in as "Warsaw Pact"), with the only exceptions being elite units such as Spetsnaz or chokepoints with machine guns, maybe an occasional

Additionally, a very basic way to classify factions, groups is by their gun choice. I dont think I have to remind anyone who uses what, however it is a nice distinction that Duty prefers fast firerate common weapons (blasting mutants and badly-armoured bandits), while Freedom is characterized by more accurate, a bit uncommon weapons associated with NATO. Both factions, of course, arent tied to those weapons. Not to mention mercenaries

What this means is obvious - larger groups that matter can actually make deals with groups outside the zone. Mercenaries and monolithians as well, however with monolithians its a bit less straightforward. I could try to explain how that would work (with monolithians and the goals of Mercs in CoP), however I have not played S2. Additionally, the deifinition for "Mercenary" seems to be really blurry. Scar is referred to as a "Merc" his entire game, while it is shown in the opening cutscene that he is only wearing a simple leather jacket, like a loner rookie. While supplementing men in the Zone must surely be a problem (CoP starving mercenaries), then having them put on some pants shouldnt be that hard

Back to item prices, suits specifically

First of all, some suits are described as "made by DIY-ers" (real), for an example the Sunrise suit. The price does change between games, going from 15k RU to just 5K RU. It is reffered to as "cheap" and "common". Additionally, factions seem to have specialized craftsmen (?), as Wind of Freedom and Guardian of Freedom both have it (item desc.). Duty, on the other hand, is told to use suits commisioned from Kyiv (item desc.), which adds to the "diplomacy, but out men shoot at eachother" relationship

On "out-of-zone"-made suits, it gets interesting, because eg. Guardian of Freedom is a modified Berill-5m suit, used by the military, which means that Freedomers do get their hands on those sometimes. The exoskeleton is also told to be made out-of-zone, as it was innefficient to produce. According to Nimble, their production in the sole underground factory (origin of my current "Crackhead Pneumatics" display) shut down, which means that all of them are looted off corpses or purchased from people who owned them before, as of 2012. Apparently, their production began again with S2, SIRCAA, Ward and others. SSP is obvious (-99M version Kruglovs one, is, funfact, combat oriented), SEVA is as well

Items that are not useable by the player, thus excluding them from what we can calculate, but are present in games? Tents, cigarettes, likely various drugs with only weed being confirmed. I do wonder if the drugs are charged extra...

'kay, now, homelessness. The first and most basic issue, radiation. This could be solved by equipping the proper artefact, and rookies without it would likely sleep in set locations, such as the Rookie Village

Second "life-threat" - emissions. Having the player be able to find a safe hiding spot without having to traverse half the map is one thing, but a tent likely wouldnt be able to withstand a full on emission. Game design my ass, Flea Market (CS, Garbage) counts as a shelter and the "Scar knockout basement"(also CS Garbage), does not

Third, mutants and enemies. This means that "open" huts and houses (Bloodsucker village, Army Warehouses) are a no-no, as anyone and anything could just simply walk in and attack a sleeping stalker. Surely, one could decide to sleep in the attic (if we assume it is emission-resistant), but there sure are still some threats

So, a perfect stalker hideout - likely used by multiple people - has to withstand emissions (concrete walls?), preferably not be irradiated and have no way for mutants or bandits to walk in. If you have a single place where you feel safe sleeping all the time, it would make sense to also stash your items here, as leaving ones base without care - and making sure that they can still get in - would mean that when the owner dissappears, the hideout can be safely looted

An average major faction, such as Freedom or Duty, does have some sort of "barracks" for their members. The question is, if non-specific estabilishments (Loners etc) would try to make money by charging stalkers for a in-most-cases safe rest. Of course, another thing that cant be a game mechanic, as this would likely make players just AFK or try to play in the darkness like its Clear Sky. Game is unplayable without night vision. Additionally, box stashes in settlements, eg. the Bar or Skadowsk would likely have to be rented, as otherwise it wouldnt be profitable

A good example of a good "private" shelter, better than you might think, is Streloks Group Hideout. It is first of all lacking of anomalies and radiation, it is underground, and it does seem likely that the grenade trap (SoC Doctor meeting) was used. Now, you might think that Streloks Hideout had this major flaw of grenades potentially running out and a "huge faction base-able location" just over it. One thing that you might not realize is that upon entering the main room (the only accessible one in the trilogy), there is a locked door to the right. If we assume that the group found a way to control it, lock it, etc (as we know what Fang abilities were, and tinkering with doors was one of them), then they could have anything there, simple as

TLDR + other lesser things:

This all comes down to the fact that an average stalker:

Would either be on the move, have a set sleeping location that technically isnt his or have an extremely hidden hideout. Stalkers who do tasks in a certain area (ex. Loners doing tasks for Duty to make a living) could or could not have "a guaranteed sleeping place, of worse quality but still"

Have little to no personal items on him. This includes clothes (underwear?), hygiene items (if we assume that brushing your teeth without toothpaste is worth it) etc. We could exclude "zone-srvival-heulpful" items, such as lighters, others tools etc

If one fancies a good sleep every night, then they would have to make money, either from trade or finishing quests/contracts

Gun likely looted from a body, may or may not be kept for longer and upgraded (switching is always an option)

Major factions likely have contracts or trade Zone Goods™ for ammunition

I do wonder if shadier businesses would employ stalkers to either loot a body or straight-up kill/threaten a exoskeleton-wearing stalker (as of 2012)

Wouldnt own much "useable" goods, as in, those that can run out. Food is a necessity, so thats a different thing

Yeah.

Another post will likely be about health of an average stalker, which includes diet and possible injuries (+ their treatment)

[racoonpookiedepartment]

My “Kinktober” day 3

Chris’s Accident (hands + uniform)

Chris Redfield was a soldier working for the BSAA, while he was an extremely strong soldier, he was also very angry almost all the time.

it was easy for him to quickly get frustrated, you were his assigned (Male) nurse and you saw him in every emotion there was

You've seen him when he was upset, when he was angry, when he was sad, when he was confused and mostly when he was in heat, you'd always know because of the puppy eyes he'd give you at certain positions

Besides that he would always make sly flirty comments about how he loved seeing you in your uniform and whenever you had to be handsy, he always complimented your hands. He would go on and on about how soft they were and how much he liked when you touched him.

Chris was very simple, for almost any problem he had, he would vent to you about things that upset him and even when he was angry. It was just being close friends with him. but to him it meant much more, you didn't realize it until you started to see how he was reacting recently.

he started to come in for the smallest of injuries, even coming just for "check up" you got the feeling that he did it on purpose because he knew you'd have to touch him all over to find his “injury”

he came in again for a small injury and you knew you were about to get a wild story from how he walked in, his face was already red with anger. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. You listened to him rant and you patch up some scrape he got, and after he was done you asked if he had anything else that needed to be checked. He had a bad fall and wanted you to check his thigh for a bruise.

as he stood up and you kneeled to unbuckled his pants, you glanced upwards and Chris looked away with red cheeks. you pulled down his pants and even as he was soft there was a large bulge in his boxers, you had to stay professional so you didn't comment on it

"ok this might sting" you warn, you gently rub up and down his left leg, he had no reaction. you switch over to the right side and he grunts when your hand passes over his right thigh

"fuck, be gentle would you?" he suggested,

"i did tell you it might sting" you reply, you grab some solution and take some of it into your hand

"this will be cold, but you'll feel better ok?" you warn, chris nods

"Just go slow ok?" he asks, you nod in agreement and slowly rub the sore spot on his thigh, you expected him to curse and maybe even grip onto something but, he reacted much differently. he grunted, but not the pain kind, the gratifying kind

"dont stop.. fuck" he muttered under his breath

"Feeling better already?" you ask sarcastically

"much...better" he replied breathily, you couldn't not notice but he was getting hard, you were inches away from his crotch afterall. he looked down when he noticed that you noticed his boner, he quickly put his hands over it and turned out of embarrassment

"s- sorry, i didn't mean to do that" he muttered

"its fine, not the first time that's happened" you reassured, he turned back when you said that though

"Wait really? who?" he asked, you didn't expect him to get possesive about that

"well, half the people that come through here" you reply, chris turned back around

"so.. you don't mind?" he asks

"not at all" you state, you realized you were still on your knees and changed your position

"can i ask you something then?" he questioned

"Sure, what is it?" you reply, you got seated in your chair and chris on the examining bed. a few seconds passed before he spoke again, he twiddled his fingers and took a breathe before asking

"am i.. am i the biggest?" he asked, the question caught you off guard you even choked on your drink

"I'm sorry, the biggest what?" you asked

"am i the biggest bulge you've seen?" he asked, you were thinking of how to professionally answer the question without losing your job

"Well, i can't accurately comment on your.. size, since it's only a bulge" you reply

"want to see it accurately then?" he asked with a smirk, unfortunately while on the clock you have to decline.

"i.. How about we finish helping your thigh, we can continue this conversation another time" you state firmly, Chris sighs in disappointment and stands back up. you go back to rubbing the cold solution on his thigh and him grunting at the feeling, this time you notice a wet spot growing at the height of the bulge and chris was shuddering slightly, you stopped rubbing on the solution and just looked up at chris, his eyes were wide shut like he was concentrating.

"Chris?" you called, you were thinking off a few reasons why he was shuddering and none of them were good.

"Hey.. why'd you stop?" he asked when he opened his eyes to see yours peering back his bulge jumped.

"Chris i can't continue the procedure like this- your sentence was cut off by him pleading

"no no, please don't stop, please" he begged

"i.. okay" you didn't have much to say, so you do as Chris asked and keep rubbing his thigh.

Chris's groaning got harsh and the wet spot only got worse, there was a rule that you were allowed to "take care" of a patient if their erection was in their way, so you did just that.

Chris threw his head back immediately when he felt your cold hands wrap around his thickness

"Fuck.. fu- ng FUCK" he groaned as he painted your face, you didnt expect him to shoot that hard from just rubbing his thigh.

"Sorry I didn't mean to… Cum on you like that" he apologized, you couldn't really respond with how his fluids were all over your face but you waved it off. You did open your mouth to speak but some of the fluids dropping into your mouth stopped from speaking

Chris took notice and smirked. He was getting softer but he was still dripping, you found yourself licking at every drop that would slip down to your lips and you couldn't stop

“Taste good?” chris asked with a smirk, you reluctantly nodded

“Open wide, you get the last drop” he stated, you opened up your mouth and Chris squeezed the last drop of cum out of his cock and it dripped onto your tongue. After you swallowed Chris smirked again

“We should do this more often” he offered

[kaleido-write]

My very own shez redesign !

Design choices

OK so here I'll explain what I changed and why (also forgive me im still working on buff people and different body types but I'm on the right path 💪💪)

I chose to give her more realistic body hair since the prickles doesn't do it for me , I also gave her more arm hair ! In my redesign she does have armpit hair i just didn't draw her arms more stretched out hahaha

I gave her a different haircut , because it's really bad to keep the same haircut she had at 14 design Wise , a character design is supposed to tell us about the characters and having nothing changing in a decade is poor character design choice and bad writing

I gave her a darker skin tone ! There isn't much variety in the lb skin tones so I wanted shez to be darker

Following Mel's take i gave her a bit more yellowish teeth's! Since she most definitely went trough depression either during her teens or young adulthood (sometimes it takes time for a traumatized person to live the repercussions of their trauma)

I also i didn't give her her "blind eye" dont take me wrong she is still blind , its just a bad stereotype to make blind characters have white eyes

I also changed her tattoo ! I went for a butterfly with a dagger to represent freedom and that she fought for hers , since the original tattoo doesn't complete her character and rather add complexities where we would need something to complete her

I gave her sandals with socks ! Because clothes wise i wanted to show that shez breaks stereotype and decide for herself what's right , so making her wear a "fashion crime" is a statement of her rebellious and strong nature

The references i used

I wanted to find a build that ressemble shez current one and then go for realistic ones according to her height , (the bigger lady is taller than shez) i also went both for people working out to be stronger and wrestler since I wanted to find kind of a middle ground while still having shez more on the plus size side

I wanted to pick a masc haircut that was short and is actually worn by a lesbian , when I do designs I like to do researches to make sure I represent what I envision as good as possible !

With my design I also wanted to break from her ridiculously large breast , and while yes it's a possible tit size (i had a friend with even larger breast than shez and was smaller) for someone who works out its not very realistic yk ? So without taking making her very small breast I went with something that would be more realistic for her body type and height

@pronounmelon @fluffytimearts

What do yall think of it ? :3

[b1asho]

Heya Blasho! Question, Do humans or any of the sophonts in Wreck Hounds have well-developed methods of transport? Terrestrial? Aerial? Aquatic?

Tldr: yeah but the quality of the vehicle depends on where you are!

Vehicles are more or less the same for humans looks-wise, except due to the absence of fossil fuels on the planet everything is either electric (from solar or battery), magnilev, or RUU (<-though RUU-powered stuff is only really the norm in the SEZ everyone else is kinda scared of it now). Magnilev is the stuff that floats (a Rossetian-perfected technology, uses magnets or something), its mostly used for commercial industries and by the super rich for their fancy cars. Another main difference is that vehicles like cars aren't really a thing that most people own, everyone either uses public transit, has a bike (motorized or otherwise) or some kind of scooter (or perhaps even an animal to ride). The only exceptions are for particular jobs where you'd get to be a driver of something bigger (like on a ship, delivery driver, or dredger) or if you're crazy rich/in politics and want your own private vehicle. Transportation in core regions is on par or better than our modern technology (including some forms of self driving) but the availability of modern transport gets shaky the further out you go. In the most rural areas, there may be one tractor per county and everyone else is just using animals/manual stuff. Air travel is only for industry/delivery, the military, or for political/important people (normal people will Never get on a plane, but through some jobs or some unique forms of public transport, you could still manage to get on something that flies/floats) Seeing a helicopter is a really scary bad sign because that thing is 100% from the military. There are no airports, just some landing stripes etc. Space travel is nonexistent and they've barely managed to keep any satellites up there. Boats are literally the exact same, except for the fact that the word 'boat' or 'ship' now includes the low-altitude hovercraft that goes over air rather than water.

In terms of how the other species use vehicles, it's about the same. No one really has their own large individual property vehicles, and instead they use publicly available or smaller stuff. Their public vehicles need special accommodations, though, due to their size and shape differences. A human, kixeli, or human-congruent muttreazik could ride the same bus pretty easily, but a rossetian or drecu wouldn't really be able to sit down (tail+body shape) and a kar wouldn't even be able to fit (plus adding like 800lbs on a vehicle is not ideal). Typical vehicles can also be pretty exclusionary to any muttreazik that dont fit their host's average body layout (being too big or just not being able to use things the same way).

In terms of flight, things get a bit weird because there are Arasit and muttreazik who are sharing airspace with delivery drones, corporate ships, and sometimes even other sophonts using flight tech. There are specifically marked zones and lanes in any city with enough of a flying population that tell them where they have permission to fly/glide in to avoid crashes. This zoning also helps make sure that buildings/distinct structures with landing and takeoff points exist for flyers to use.

Species-separate public transit systems in the DRSS and in the Seru Empire. In the Empire, the different transportation methods help reinforce the separation of species and emphasize the military's strength (civilians walk or use scooters, join the army and you'll be driving a Real Car!!!!) The effect isn't intentional in the DRSS but since Enclaves in big cities are usually the only place with species-specific transportation infrastructure, there is a similar separation/exlusionary effect.

There's more to say but I'll have to put it in a post where I actually draw some of this stuff XD

[kinki-cami]

Mmmm this bed really comfy ill write again after i wake back up mmgmggfhgfgmmgdgfgggm

Ughhh awake again and i cant seem to fall back to sleep lllllllhhh...

Wait. Arent i supposed to be on a ship? Ib war? The bed was horrific to sleep on, or at least should be. Oh gods. Ive been caught. Shit ok. Uhh so is this how they fuckin like consume people or something? Or like attempt to like innterogate? Because lemme tell ya the affini aint getting nothin outta me, i wasnt even paying attention, i didnt even memorize the name of the ship! (It was all really boring, like being back at school) so L affini i guess. Ok. Its really quiet, luckily marsh is here

"Marsh," i whispered, "should we look around? I mean its probably best to ensure my diabetes is in check, at least make sure theres food or sugar or somethin. Oooo or fruits i love fruits <<<333"

The bed was pretty tall i definitely couldnt just stand up i had to like literally hop down, wasnt too bad though. I made sure to keep marsh on me, i wouldnt want them getting lost, or be lonely in an unfamiliar place. It was pretty spooky but it was practically dead silent, or at least as dead silent as you can get with (as far as im aware) one person living in a fully functional living quarters (so like vent noises). As i walked around the bed i saw myself in a mirror and wow. These are really cute pajamas, shii if i could afford these back home i would have bought something like this. I checked myself out for a little, these would look cuter if i had a bigger butt, but thats neither here nor there. Shit do they have a bathroom? I dont wanna haveta pee on houseplants, that would be uncomfortable. So what bathroom first then food? No food first low blood sugar could kill me and I could just use the bathroom elsewhere if i MUST go. Ok i wanna look around this room first. Theres a closet and a wardrobe, not opening either incase theres something in there, like spooky things. Not that i could open it considering i just woke up so incredibly weal right now. Some decor, not super interesting but GODS its big i would estimate like average living room size.

Freakin massive hall too. Ok first things first, find the kitchen. Theres gotta be food there. Gods damn this is like the size of a cafeteria, for like a whole ass kitchen and living room, damn holy shiitt. Ok focus cami. Lets look around the living room half first, if we hear ANYTHING thats not me we are bolting back into that room and pretending to be asleep. Pretty big couch, its like how you would sit on a table to get up there tho, sheesh. Tall lamp, coffee table, still pretty basic. Needs some art, just like a big portrait would really brighten the place up. Maybe make a cat poster (love that old timey stuff). Anyway speedwalking over to the kitchen, im probably slowly running out of time. Aight we have counters you cant really see over, sorta understandable for a freaking giant plant. Uhh like counter in the middle of the cooking area, probably to serve and cook nearly simultaneously, and an island, what looks to be an electric stove, nothing else really that interesting round here. The cabinets are all too high for me to reach so there might be food in there. Theres a weird ass microwave looking motherfucker thats like built into the wall. Uhh ok, that was fruitless. Time to find a bathroom. Gosh this is so large. I presume this door next to the hall is locked considering its not opening. Heck that may even be the way out, but hell im dead anyway, so no use trying to escape now. I could still hide but maybe they wont kill me if they think im asleep. Fuck ok uhh ok cant go into a depressive spiral right now. Fuck ok. Its all hitting all at once now fuck. Ok fuck the bathroom. I wanna say goodbye to everything. Fuck i dont know where doc kirb is shit. Ok thats ok. Marsh can say goodbye for me, yeah. Ok yeah im going to go come to terms with- What was that??? Fuck. Ok marsh get on that bed. Ok.

Pain to climb up. One foot on the frame and just there. ok. Marsh come here we gotta pretend we're asleep. Ok. Fuck i dont wanna die. God i think the plant's comin closer. God im going to die alone and unloved... besides for marsh.

[eorziapple]

Professor Apple's Pokemon Snap: Lental Sea Floor First Expedition

Last chance to show off my tropical looks! What can I say, professors cant be all labcoats and clipboards! I just know these are gonna come back to haunt me when i'm requesting more grant money... Anyway I got a fantastic opportunity through some contacts of mine to charter a submersible for this research area, as our illumina spectrometer readings are leading us pretty far underwater. With that (and a contractually obligated thank you to Gage Acquisitions) lets dive in!

Luvdiscs are fairly overlooked pokemon in the trainer world, from my understanding, with no evolutions and a limited ability to learn moves, these pokemon are generally appreciated for their aesthetics, a popular pick for home aquariums, especially amongst couples with their vibrant pink heart shaped appearance. There were quite a few of these little guys swimming about, happily munching on algae.

With so many Finneon schooling in the area, I was not surprised to see their evolved form, Lumineon (kinda sounds like an eeveelution, doesn't it?"). These very large fish spend their time burrowing on the seafloor, looking for burrowing fish and crustaceans to eat!

Gorgeous seeing these Mantine from underneath, looking so much like a flock of migrating birds against a beautiful blue sky. Their classification as flying/water pokemon seems especially apt now, though that is more based on their aptitude for moves than their appearance. There are -so- many swimming around the open ocean like this.

This Octillery was unfortunate enough to be existing in the same space as this adolescent Wailmer. Wailmer can be a bit aggresive with their territories at this age, feeling the weight of their massively growing size before it becomes so unwieldy, they take the opportunity to push it around.

Dont swim in waters with Sharpedo, folks. Only dive with a strong pokemon. Thankfully I had a strong hull and... sigh... the best of Gagetech™ reinforced glass. Gagetech™, you need it, we find a way to make it!

This is the undersea equivalent of someone pulling weapon on you to get you to back away, and as touch as my submersible is, even I wasn't willing to take my chances with an exploding spine my way. Quillfish are a species designed with superpredators like Sharpedo in mind, with powerful poisonous spines and the ability to expand its body with air to make it difficult to eat. When threatened, it can use the accumulated air to launch those spines with the speed of a bullet!

Tentacruel, despite the name update from their smaller pre-evolution, are still quite cool. Their bodies take on a harder carapace and their tentacles are filled with strong paralytic poisons and neurotoxins, and their beaks double as appendages to hold their prey in place to administer said poisons. They flitter lazily in the open currents when not hunting, and seemed to enjoy the little tunes my camera have installed, twirling about somewhat happily.

This young lady is very sweet looking, and probably the most terrifying pokemon i've ever seen in the wild. Frillish use charm abilities to lure their prey in, designed to look friendly and happy as a hunting mechanism. Once dawn in close, they embrace their catch and drag them far into the depths, either drowning or crushing them in the extreme depths. Somehow, she too, loved fluff fruits....

.... Ok they aren't half bad? Why do we just give these to pokemon? This'd make a good tart, or maybe a pie?

Last but not least, this Cradilly is actually a fantastic example of the fossilization restoration project. These are actually an exncient extinct plant pokemon that have been restored and carefully reintroduced to appropriate habitats. Cradilly, being a herbivore that is itself plantlike, has particularly thrived, and migrated even out to this remote region over time! These kelps are their perfect habitat, able to blend in and eat!

[self-loving-vampire]

So, even without getting into morals (since my main stance is just "I don't care either way if people like the UHC CEO die, really") I don't personally believe solo assassinations like the recent one are actually like, good or effective, but it's not terribly difficult to imagine how one would justify them while disagreeing with e.g. mob violence and the death penalty in most cases, to me?

If your primary issue there is "killing people is always bad enough that you can't justify it, no matter what" then I agree there's no way for it to work, but I think a lot of people are more like

"you can't set a goal like 'scaring people enough no one ever commits rape' and have it actually succeed, and along the way you'll kill a bunch of innocent people instead. plus, in the case of both the death penalty and having someone in a position to be killed by a mob, you already have them neutralized; they can't hurt anyone anyway"

and in that case they might think, say, "health insurance CEOs are a narrow enough group that you could actually scare them all, and they've all got blood on their hands too, so you can't accidentally target an innocent or (if it's just current CEOs) harmless person. plus, unlike vague groups like 'sexual predators' or even '(people we've decided probably are) gang members' you can't like, expand it to include minorities you dont like either."

And like again, ultimately I think this kind of thing is just not effective - ultimately the whole machine there is the issue, it's not like a CEO won't just be replaced - and shouldn't actually become like, something people emulate.

But it's not hard for me to see how someone could have consistent morals and still see it as different, either?

I think a lot of this is reasonable but also still not all that different from what certain people in the old country used to say about gang members specifically.

El Salvador is a country that, despite its small size, had a one or two dozen murders a day every single day while I was growing up. It was the most violent place in the world outside of a war zone and the gangs were single-handedly driving those numbers up.

In fact, they sometimes flexed their power by manipulating the homicide rate as if to show the population why they should be appeased. If actions were taken against them, they'd retaliate with massacres. Sometimes they instead offered a carrot rather than a stick by letting the country have a rare homicide-free day as a show of why they should be appeased rather than fought.

The idea being that the country was so violent largely because of these relatively small organized crime groups, and so wiping them out would fix the problem.

My parents even used to fantasize (in that "boomer thinking about the rosy past" way) that if the country brought back military dictatorships and death squads then gang members would either be killed off or so terrified that they'd try to remove their gang tattoos with cheese graters and try to jump ship, which wasn't really considered much of a possibility under the current system.

The thing about these gangs is that if members try to rehabilitate themselves and leave, the other members kill them. You pretty much have to leave the country and go into hiding to get away with it. Combine that with the fact that the gang members who do get sent to prison can use smuggled phones to have people killed as retribution for their imprisonment and you end up in a situation where imprisonment doesn't feel like enough to really neutralize the threat they pose and where even people who are not mad with bloodlust end up feeling hopeless about the idea of rehabilitating them.

So, just like health insurance executives, this seemed like a small yet disproportionately harmful group of people that the justice system is not properly deterring and that people believe is possible to intimidate through sufficient violence, with no realistic alternatives to neutralize the threat other than killing them.

People cheered on their deaths just like they do now, whether it was because of a shooting with the police or because there was a deadly fire in a prison. The same idea I screencapped for the other post was present: They deserved it for doing bad things and if they wanted human rights they should not violate those of others. Once you cross the line anything is fair game.

It's punitive justice at its most explicit, with the web of justification that arises afterwards feeling kind of secondary to the fact that the killings are just emotionally satisfying to most people, which seems like an inherently dangerous way to approach killing and is also kind of grim for anyone who hopes to replace the current system and its priority on inflicting pain and death on convicts.

[liamthemailman]

MDNI - NSFW

cw : depravity and horniness

NSFW Cards Headcanons

ft. Major Russel 'King' Tudor-Hansley

dont be surprised, we all knew i was gonna do this someday

Russel Tudor-Hansley

Starting off strong with the big man himself

- Physical Profile -

Top/Dom, can be persuaded otherwise but only by Elize

Russel is Massive. Enough said. He's big and bad in all the right places.

6'7, 250 pounds, the Major is PACKING!!

6.5" soft, a little over 8" hard.

Thickkk through and through, base to tip.

Uncut. Keeps himself clean but doesn't shave. Will do if asked though.

BEAR. Major King is hairy all over. Makes for a great musky smell.

- Skills and Kinks -

SIZE! KINK!

As mentioned, King is big, and King knows he's big.

Uses size against bedmates, loves when he can manhandle his partner and bully them into positions.

Favourite thing to do is press himself between his partner's legs so they have no choice but to spread them

Superiority/Title Kink

Russel loves to be addressed by 'sir' in bed and basically goes wild when he gets called 'Major' by his partner.

Especially if it's followed by begging

Will make sure his partner know they are beneath him even when they're riding him on top.

POSSESSIVE!!

Fucks like he owns his partner.

In a way he does, they just keep coming back.

But really, harsh grabs, pulling his partner close, ANYTHING to possess his little thing to himself.

- Preferences -

Loves, loves, loves missionary. Pretty vanilla but Russel likes watching his partners come apart.

ABSOLUTE MUNCH!!!

Can and will eat his partner out breakfast lunch and dinner. Will throw in tea time too if he doesn't have a meeting that afternoon.

Russel talks his partner through it.

Can get animalistic. Growls and grunts and heavy breathing directly in your ear.

Between the growls and grunts, he's telling his partner all sorts of things

How they're taking him so well like they're made to, how good they're being for their CO, what good cocksleeves they are..

Degrades through praise, a lot.

- Habits -

Marks his partner's neck, chest and thighs with hickeys.

Loves to worship his partner's body before, during and after like this.

Teases his partner a lot. Loves to lean down to whisper all that he's going to do to his partner then walking away with a shit-eating grin.

Makes up for it by actually following through with his words.

Russel's very relaxed the whole time. Even with his partner shaking and tense, he still finds the audacity to chuckle.

Mostly to keep the atmosphere light.

Pet names! "Darling, doll, sweetheart, lovie, love"

Also "slag, whore, pretty little cumdump, precious breeding bunny, private."

Adores smirking down at his partner but they're usually too busy being railed to notice him being a proper cunt.

Will grab their face to make them look up at him though. Makes them remember who makes them feel so good.

- Aftercare -

Russel is NOTHING if not the king of aftercare

Cuddles, immediately. Wraps his large body around his partner to his chest and waits till both their heartbeats are soothed.

Makes his partner stay in bed while he grabs water, a clean rag, snacks, whatever they ask, he gets.

Hell, he'll drive out for takeout too.

Loves to wipe his partner down, threatening overstimulation by gently caressing them.

Swears he doesn't mean to but he's lyingg