#genuinely what is the purpose of that restriction?

[metal-organic-au]

Naukowiec Boss Neo (Hyper Metal Sonic) | Metal Archie ⚔️

Parallel version of Lord Neo being from a parallel universe where the events of Metal Organic occur in the world of Archie comics called Metal Archie.

Brief Synopsis 🥼

He became a deserter when he quickly realized that he was beginning to hate the rules and restrictions imposed on him by his creator. In an attempt to rebel, he "lost both arms," ​​failing and fleeing like an apparent coward when in reality he had other plans. Together with a partner with whom he had started a relationship, they joined together sharing the same purpose: "To be greaters than Lord Eggman himself."

Additional information 📜

It is the result of an apparent error of the Project Metal, which consisted of creating a perfect soldier to serve to Lord Eggman, said project was sabotaged by The Freedom Fighters who altered the machine where Metal Sonic was and from which he emerged being organic.

When he served Lord Eggman he was quite stoic, with a 100% robotic attitude, apparently he didn't feel anything until he started to question himself, starting to surface a feeling of annoyance and irritability due to the rules imposed by his creator. Anger was the first emotion he felt. The moment he deserted his attitude changed, becoming someone more cynical, calculating and somewhat obsessive, reaching the point of using himself as a test subject to "improve" others in exchange for them serving him. There is no clear reason why he changed so drastically, there is a theory that it was by his own will that he managed to evolve in an attempt to improve himself.

Considering himself as "the next glorious evolution" he knew he had to make contingency plans to preserve his lineage, so he made a deal with Breezie to have an heir and in exchange he would give her high quality upgrades to the machines in her casino among other things she wanted.

He finally managed to have the heir he so desired but he didn't expect two drawbacks.

1- They were twins 2- He will end up genuinely loving the little ones, being the only ones that keep him lucid and sane

He knows they are his GREATEST weakness, but he is willing to pay the price to have something that makes him feel alive and real.

He is a mad scientist through and through, as he not only makes others "evolve", but he also pushes himself to the limit to see how far his body can go, thus managing to evolve it even further.

The most drastic thing he has done to himself has been to remove one of his eyes, replacing it with an artificial one, as well as build himself robotic prosthetics (even though he can completely regenerate his arms) in order to not forget why he hates his creator like the rules.

The relationship he has with Breezie is what he calls "Partners with benefits", they don't have a formal relationship since they both agreed not to get in the way of each other's plans so they will never have anything serious (their ambition is bigger than what they feel for each other).

[loveletterworm]

there will be those rare well-articulated posts explaining the glaring flaws/fallacies/misinformation/dangerous rhetoric in like 99% of people’s arguments against ai art and somehow people on here will respond to these posts and somehow still go “Wow, this post makes some good points! We should continue telling anyone who has ever even looked at an ai to kill themselves just because” like do they just pretend they read the posts and assume that they must be agreeing with them and proceed on that incorrect assumption? I’ve really lost my patience for any of this stuff i think a lot of people are just either willfully ignorant and/or wanted an excuse to be incredibly rude to people without getting called out on it (this ���person who just clearly is only arguing for the ‘good side’ of any given debate to flimsily justify being an openly extremely cruel person” is really something that i see all the time lately even in other contexts, really just unfortunately seems like a fixture of the internet at this point) or they’re the guys literally lobbying for stricter copyright laws as if anyone except giant corporations would actually get anything “good” out of that. those too.

[bloominstorm]

I can now confidently say Yuuji is my fave new gen MC.

[hhawkeye]

im working tues thurs fri sat this week isnt that so evil

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

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[punkpandapatrixk]

🏮Who’s that Girl I See?—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

Title says ‘girl’ for aesthetic purposes, but as always, this PAC is universally gender-neutral a.k.a. unisex~☯Though I guess, it may indeed speak more to the Yin (feminine) aspect within all of us~👑

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Looking at all the Priestess cards (for the bonus content) and the over-abundance of Wands—followed by Cups��energy… Y’all are such passionate peeps and you feel deeply. This world being a world such as this may not always be friendly towards individuals like you, and for that, you may have suffered a great deal emotionally and spiritually. But look! Every card at the bottom of each deck looks like this!🔻

II The High Priestess Rx, Priestess of Shine & Silver Geographer (Francis Drake)

The High Priestess in reverse… and to think the name Drake means dragon!! Holy Bad Bitch🎻🐉🩰Take up space and fuckin' SHINE, motherdragon~🧸💛💛💛🎀

Pile 1 - Emerald Ocean of Feelings

what you’re holding inside – King of Wands Rx

You’re a generous person with an exquisite kind of kindness. Your heart is genuinely very, very good but this world has brought you so much darkness. You often feel like crying in public, but you know nobody would appreciate your vulnerability anyway, so you keep an ocean of feelings all to yourself. There’s an inner battle you’re fighting: as much as you try to hide your fragile heart, you endeavour to appear tough. As much as there are obligations to fulfil, there’s just as much image to maintain. So…

You created a lot of limitations for yourself. You’re holding yourself to a very high standard of conduct. Can’t appear weak, lacking, lesser than anybody else. You can’t stand the idea of being disrespected—but this isn’t petty ego; this is your protecting your heart from getting damaged by other people’s careless conduct. And thus, these restrictions—and mostly fears—are keeping you from showing the full spectrum of your heart’s generosity.

But the truth is, you’re a Kingly character—a person with leaderlike qualities— who has a lot of compassion for what other people are going through. If only the world hadn’t made you feel so powerless, you’d be more than glad to carry forward those who are suffering. I sense you may be small, cute, or just unrealistically gentle and soft that this has given people the wrong impression about your strong spirit and rich inner world.

VIBE: Dorothy by SULLI

what little you’re showing outside – 2 of Cups Rx

Putting up barbed wire around your heart, you’re stopping everyone to touch the deepest layers of your being. You’re protecting your emotional world by putting up this sparkly show in your physical world. Perhaps you toughened up the way you talk, you changed your aesthetics, you buy big houses or own several jet planes; you have a lot of wonderful things in your material world so people don’t see how vulnerable your Soul is. You want to be invincible, so you make your Heart invisible.

Your biggest goal is to be seen as a Queen of Swords whilst in reality you’re a Queen of Cups. But you think the Queen of Cups is weak, so you killed her. You killed your softness and now people see you, from time to time, that you’re unnecessarily harsh, mean, or cruel. Because you’re trying too hard to become the logical, stern, unfuckwithable Queen of Swords, so you took only the harsher qualities of this Queen. It’s like a weird coping mechanism or survival tactic because you find this world too much to bear with just softness.

By becoming this persona, you often find yourself feeling trapped. But you also know that this golden cage is a prison of your own making, and damn, it feels safer this way. Because up until now, you haven’t really met anybody who can see your flaws and still wholly accept you for who you are. And it’s painful to feel envious of the love others take for granted—that thing that seems to come ever so naturally to them. And it’s tragic because you’re the one viewed by everyone else as having it all.

VIBE: INVU by Taeyeon

wearing your CROWN unapologetically – 5 of Wands Rx

Obviously, the first thing to do is make peace with yourself. You battle a lot with a sense of self-loathing because of the way the world outside of you has made you feel. Even the fact that you’ve needed to harden just for survival makes you hate yourself, because you’re rejecting what’s inherently kind about you and that makes you sad. You’re not a bad person, honey. Other people form shit opinions about you after you changed your game and you mistakenly took those assumptions as truth.

Uh-uh-uh. Stop that. Remember yourself from the inside. Realise yourself from the inside out. Bring back the Light and have the courage to say ‘no’ to other people’s ideas, opinions, or rules about what you can be. The world is yours and that Life is yours. You don’t need other people’s approval on your fucking existence. OK? You are your own ideal type and role model!

Prioritising yourself for the sake of the development of your healthy self-esteem won’t turn you into a selfish bastard. Originally, you’re already someone with a kind heart and that sets you apart from those who are already a selfish bastard. Weak, poor-souled fuckards are selfish (and destructive) because they don’t believe in being generous with others. That’s why their character is rotten. You’re not like that. You’re an Emerald ocean of compassion. Now go shine and act like the Queen of Cups you’re meant to be✨👸🌹

VIBE: Better by BoA

Amplifying your natural attraction🔻💜

your very own unique identity – Red Astrologer (William Lilly)

synthesising: AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT – Priestess of Good Fortune

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Pile 2 – A Monster Held Captive

what you’re holding inside – 3 of Cups

You’re honestly a bit crazy. You’re strange, unique, unorthodox; you’re just different. Frankly, one in a billion of absolutely common personalities. Your inner world is so rich, so vast, so cosmic; but out here in the real world, you’re underappreciated. And you became afraid of showing yourself fully, and because of that there is unspeakable chaos inside of you and you’re trying your best to manage it. The term tortured artist may apply to you.

Rather than ‘hiding’, you’re actually controlling the monster within; which you think is crucial for survival. If you want to be at least accepted, even if only on a surface level. After all, we can’t live a totally solitary life lest we cease to exist. Half of you reading this are hard at work taming this monster within, but the other half of you may have tried multiple times to change yourself—to become like everyone else. Either way this kills you from the inside, because in a way, you’re rejecting yourself.

Because of this, you often don’t even know your true personality. Other people say you’re hard to figure out or that you seem to have a lot of hobbies or everchanging interests, aesthetics, like you can’t stick with just one that you like. They make it sound like it’s a bad thing what you’re doing, whilst not grasping you’re just constantly running away from yourself. You scour for different aesthetics as a form of escapism from the real things that you like; because the things that you do like seem like rubbish to society.

VIBE: Heart Burn by SUNMI; I’m good at goodbyes by BIBI for some

what little you’re showing outside – Knight of Cups Rx

Because people haven’t been exceedingly kind towards your unique expression, you hold back from showing fully the true colours of your personality. If anything, you’ve tried so hard to act like a normal person, but the more you try, the weirder you appear in the eye of others. There’s always something special, a different aura surrounding you. You can’t hide this, babe, so why bother trying?

But anyway, forever feeling like you don’t belong has caused you a greater deal of chaos and suffering within. And because you’re constantly battling yourself, your external behaviours aren’t always in SYNK either. There’s the part that wants to be seen as just the same as others, and god knows how hard you try to hide your brilliance, but when you’re careless for one second, all sparkles break loose cuz you’re too fucking original. Meanwhile, there’s the other part that gets people the idea that you’re unreliable, a liar, or fake, simply because you keep changing your styles or opinions. They don’t get it that you’re just SO complex. You’re not 1D like 97% of the Human race; you’re not even 4D like those funny people; you’re a 5D dragon, honey.

Boring people with a lacklustre personality talk big about wanting to be unique. But when they’re as different—as weird and wonderful—as you are and finally taste discrimination, they’ll understand why you’ve wanted, and tried, to be ordinary your whole Life. Somehow, somehow, you hold back even your breath because you fear breathing comfortably might accidentally burn those small insects to nothingness🌬🔥🐲💨tch

VIBE: Lucid Dream by aespa

wearing your CROWN unapologetically – Ace of Pentacles Rx

TAKE UP SPACE, honey baby dragon!! So what if others can’t be comfortable with themselves when they see you BURN like that? It’s not your fault the Universe blesses you with so much ORIGINALITY! As if God hand-picked you out of billions of stars and decided you’re too precious to be made in the likeness of fucking peasants! What can you do? You’re too singular like that. There’s only so much you can do to betray your Light, honey.

In a world where everyone is expected to look and behave like everyone else, you hold close to your heart the original blueprint of your own personality. Sparkly shit like that is hated by Earthlings who don’t possess a backbone to be themselves. Your sheer presence irritates them because you make them realise what they’ve allowed to die inside of them. But shine anyway! Because—

There are so many people in this world and there’s bound to be those who are on the same wavelength as you. Such people need a role model! To remind them their own POTENTIALS. Such people are also struggling to keep their originality intact because this world has a hobby of murdering authenticity! For such a long time, you’ve wished for a Soul Tribe of people who can understand you. But your kind is far and between. So at least one individual has to Light Up. You have to let the Fire of your Soul burn so brightly so that others see you—so you can find each other.

‘Look at Me, I’m your QUEEN! aju manjokseureopge’ ‘You know what I deserve? DESSERT!’

VIBE: DEEP & DESSERT by HYO

Amplifying your natural attraction🔻💛

your very own unique identity – Gold Alchemist (Roger Bacon)

synthesising: AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT – Priestess of Prosperity

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Pile 3 – Cursed with Staggering Beauty

what you’re holding inside – 10 of Wands Rx

There’s something really tragic about this Pile. You’re someone who has mega talents and you’ve worked so hard your entire Life. But you’re not even sure what you’ve been working hard at. It only feels like you’re trying to survive a world that doesn’t welcome you. You make me think of Arachne a lot. Cursed by a jelly bitch who was 100x more powerful than you.

If not in this lifetime, maybe in a past incarnation, you slighted someone powerful who was also petty (or you were accused of doing something bad or maybe you did do something bad) and now you’re living the consequences of that. You feel as if you had to atone for a past sin. Although other people can see your worth, you struggle a lot with feeling like you’re any good. Do you maybe have Chiron in your 1st or 12th House?

At any rate, I know you’ve been struggling a lot and I think you often find breathing itself is already hard work. But I want to convince you that the moment you find this reading, something mega important is rolling out in your Life. Maybe most of it is happening behind the scenes so you can’t see it yet. But this reading found you! And so, this Light that’s contained within… these talents that are supposed to assist you in co-creating an abundant Life… they’re coming online fast and they’re gonna serve you BIG TIME🌞🍄

VIBE: Arachne by Kaya; TAIL by SUNMI for some

what little you’re showing outside – 3 of Wands Rx

On a spirit level, you’re powerful and blessed with many creative talents. YOU KNOW THIS. But you’re always unsure of yourself. You have this keen ability to notice other people who are more talented than you and that reduces your confidence in what you can deliver. But to complicate matters, you also notice those who are lesser than you and that makes you hold back so that you don’t accidentally be seen as a show-off. You don’t want people to hate you for being better than them.

I feel you have what’s called a siren beauty. You attract unnecessary envy and hate because people can’t understand who you are. They’re fascinated, but not always in the greatest sense. They say all kinds of things behind your back because they’re trying to make sense out of you. All gossip though; barely any truth. Meanwhile, you also hold, probably, a past life trauma in which you were persecuted for being different/beautiful/talented/good—whatever, the world is crazy when it’s jelly.

As a result, you’ve learnt to be a chameleon. Changing your attitude, personality, vibe, even the tone of your voice, depending on the situation at hand. This is survival; and this drains the heck out of you. At the end of the day, you’re exhausted after trying so hard to fit yourself into different characters other people hopefully would accept.

VIBE: CAMO by BoA

wearing your CROWN unapologetically – 6 of Wands

Honey, you’re a natural-born celebrity, OK? Maybe you have South/North Node in Leo or 5th House? Maybe you have a fuckton of Pluto or Neptune placements? Whatever the case, without even trying you fascinate the public. Might as well flaunt all that you are. The right people are gonna be drawn to your natural magnetism for the right reasons. You could even have a following or fanbase. Why not? Seems to me you were born for fame~🤩Whatever the scale may be.

Embrace this idea: fuck everybody’s opinions about who you are or what you’re doing in Life; those things don’t pay the bills, OK? As long as you have a clear vision about what you’re meant to do in this lifetime, no matter how hard it may be to actualise that because other people are viewing you unkindly, you’ll get there eventually. In fact, you’re so destined for great success and wealth in this lifetime. Nothing can stop you at this point!

The key is just loving yourself fully and accepting your fate. From that pool of empowered consciousness you’re constantly creating a destiny meant for your highest good. You were born with staggering beauty and this is not a curse; this is your blessing if you know how to play your cards right😏You were dealt bad cards, but you’re so smart you won anyway! BAM!🧐

VIBE: The Greatest by BoA

Amplifying your natural attraction🔻🧡

your very own unique identity – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

synthesising: AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT – Priestess of Fertility

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[prokopetz]

Thank you for the explanation! ❤️ now I’m intrigued, though: Where can I find information on why 4E was published under a more restrictive license?

(With reference to this post here.)

Before we can talk about that, it's necessary to understand what an incredible shitshow 4E's commercial launch was in general. I go over that in some depth here.

Understanding the sequence of events outlined there is important because it dispels one of the most widely accepted wrong answers to your question: that Hasbro and WotC cooked up the 4E Game System License (GSL) because they didn't want a repeat of Pathfinder.

In truth, the 4E GSL is what caused Pathfinder; Paizo was one of a handful of third-party publishers who'd taken advantage of the D&D System Trademark License (STL) to produce officially branded D&D products, and they'd likely have been perfectly happy to continue doing so if WotC hadn't come to them and said "hey, if you want to remain STL-compliant, you need to throw away all of your 3E material and re-develop it for 4E, under a more restrictive license, with zero notice – that's cool, right?"

(It was not, in fact, cool.)

As for why the 4E GSL really happened, there are a variety of opinions on that – a lot of it ultimately comes down to internal office politics, so there may never be a clear answer. As far as I've been able to gather, however, the problem is that the OGL had always served two masters. By all accounts, several of the OGL's principal architects genuinely believed in establishing a creative commons for D&D – but that's not how they sold the idea to the suits at the head office.

Internally, the pitch in favour of the OGL was that it would allow WotC to delegate the creation of D&D supplements and adventures to third parties, allowing WotC itself to focus on core book sales. (i.e., the PHB/DMG/MM trio and the main setting hardbacks.) Core books were always the more lucrative side of the coin, with supplements and adventures serving less as a profit-making enterprise in themselves, and more as long-tail support to drive further core book sales. The prospect of being able to get that long-tail support for free was very tempting, and is likely the main reason that corporate agreed to publish the Third Edition under the OGL in the first place.

The OGL accomplished that, to a degree, but it also resulted in a lot of publishers lifting D&D's rules text wholesale – remember, the OGL allows verbatim copying-and-pasting of rules text, which was its main draw from the perspective of third-party publishers – and stuffing it into their own standalone games. This sort of thing was fairly small-time prior to the Pathfinder debacle, but there was enough of it going on for WotC's new owner, Hasbro, to see it as a thorn in their side.

TL;DR version: in all likelihood, 4E's GSL was an effort by Hasbro to rein in the OGL and return it to the purpose for which it had initially been sold to WotC corporate: an instrument for outsourcing D&D's long-tail support to unpaid third parties while reaping the benefits of that support in core book sales.

(Of course, as outlined in the linked post, what was actually accomplished was to shrink D&D's third-party support practically to nothing while simultaneously creating its own largest competitor; it's a fair question how much of this was due to the GSL itself, and how much of it was due to all the other corporate incompetence and general fuckery attendant to 4E's rollout, but either way, the result was WotC and Hasbro pulling the plug on 4E early, and reverting to the OGL for 5E. It was a learning experience all around – though the present business with the OGL 1.1 leads one to suspect that they didn't learn the right lessons!)

[fakesimp]

Teaching Him about Pleasure, With Ren Zotto

Warning !

Nsfw ; Sub! Virgin! Ren ; Mentions of Edging and Overstimulation ; Mentions of Tied up ( Ren ) ; giving a hand job ; Mentions of Praising ; Mentions of markings ; Established Relationship ; fluffy aftercare

MINORS DNI ! 💚

A/n : No, I'm not writing this as I listen to Ren's Blue Sugar.. nope.. totally not.

Also, subby Ren y'all? Lol no? Okay (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠)

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Your curious Alien boy wanted to know so much things about humans, if he's confused on something he would come and ask you about it. To the point he asked something that make you, yourself confused as well.

But that's what you like about him, at least. One of them.

And right now you're currently playing a game on your phone, with Ren sitting on the floor, with your legs over his shoulders. He is also looking through his phone, scrolling through social media. It was all okay until he encountered a. Questionable art on the screen.

"Hey Babe." He called out as he peek over to you over his shoulders, you hummed and moved your attention away from your phone for a second. "What is it?" You asked, he went quiet for a moment, getting fidgety on the floor. "Ren?" You called out his name, "This.. What do you humans call this again?" He asked as he slowly show you what's on his phone screen.

And oh how you want to ask how did that end up in his explore page of his social media. But when you look at your beloved Alien, he looked genuinely curious. He blinked at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer and fill out this hole of curiosity.

"Ah..ahem, Well.. that's, something a bit, hard to explain. But let's say that thing is Something like Lust?" You tried to not complicate things, he blinked for a second. He then look over his phone again looking at the art on his phone screen, "Lust huh" he repeated. "Do you think," he trailed off his sentence, "you can.. teach me?" He asked sheepishly.

You blinked, surprised at his sudden request. But you didn't say no.

You have been waiting for this moment to come, you didn't want to rush him.

So you just waited for him, and today is finally the day you've been waiting for.

Ren immediately turn his body facing you, getting embarrassed by his own question. "You don't have to if you don't want to--" "It's okay, let's start one shall we?"

. . .

"Uhm.." Ren stared at his half naked self on the bed, with you currently tying up your beloved Alien, restricting his movements. Hands on his back tied up, "Does it hurt? Is it too tight?" You asked as you gently rub his waist with your thumb. He shivered under your touch, "It's, okay.." he said as he look over everywhere but himself and you at the mirror that you purposely put in front of him to see himself.

You lowly chuckled at his reaction, "Does this embarrass you now? Do you want to stop? We can stop now if you want Ren.." You gently asked him as you move yourself in front of him. "No-! No. Keep going.. there's.. this, thing. Inside my body.." he said, you silently wait for him to continue as you fix some of the ropes. "It's making me feel hot for some reason." Ren continued, breathing slightly ragged.

"Oh Ren.." You coo at him, you slowly trail your fingers down from his neck all the way down to his lower stomach. Making Ren softly whined at the sensation, "Haah- B-Babe.." his breath stutters as he called you out. "Hmm?" You hummed softly, you look up at his face.

Ren's face is flushing red, breath much quicker than before. Eyes stared at you with full lust, but he didn't knew such feeling yet, or does he? It doesn't matter now, since He leaves his entire self to you. You softly smile at him and move your face dangerously close to his face, "Does your inside still feels hot?" You whispered, he slowly nod his head. His eyes then flicker to your lips, then up to your eyes again.

You without saying anything else, land your lips on top of Ren's. He let out a small moan in between the kiss, he couldn't hold you due to the restraints holding him back from doing so. You pulled away, and he unconsciously chased your lips. Making you chuckle, "You like this huh?" You asked your beloved Alien. Making him look away embarrassed, "Well, I like Kissing you. I couldn't help it you know.." He replied, making you smile at his word. You then kissed his cheek, whispering a small thank you.

"Shall we start then?"

. . .

"Babe- Ah- Please, please, please. It felt weird..! Inside, babe- hmmnn-" Your beloved Alien begged, making you smile in satisfaction, but this is still the beginning, you're nowhere near finish. "You want to cum Ren? Hm?" You ask him, "Y-yes! Please, let me cum.. Please- Haah- Mm.." he begged once again. You smirked at his plea, you had been edging him for quite sometime.

Maybe you should've go easy on him since it's his first time, and so you did. You moved your hand that is placed on his shaft faster, making the male whimper. "Cum." "Hnn-- haah- I'm cumming- Please- ah- hnn!" His body spasmed a bit as he cum, you coo at him and kisses his cheeks. "Good boy." You praised him, and you can feel his shaft twitch in your hand.

Oh?

He liked to be praised?

"Ren, baby?" You called him out, Ren look over at you, "You're hard again." You said as your poke his hard member again. "Hn.. Please take off these ropes.. I want to hold you.." he pleaded, you obliged and start taking off the ropes on him. How could you not if that's how he begged for the ropes to be taken off.

"So are we gonna ignore this friend of yours you said as you put your chin on his shoulder, looking over at the mirror. Staring at his hard member, standing tall in between his legs. He made eye contact with you from the mirror in front of him, you smiled at him, tilting your head. Expectantly waiting for his reply, "Hm? Well?" You asked once more. Making the male twitch a little, "Uhmm..." He covered his face.

"Can, you, give me a hand..?" He asked shyly, you awed at him, and gently pull him by the shoulders to let his back rested on your chest. "I'll help you, leave it to me.." you said as you gently place your hand again on his shaft and start moving again, he whimpered softly. It seems like he's still sensitive, since he just came a few minutes ago. "It's okay baby, soon you'll only feel pleasure.."

. . .

How long has it been? Ren under your mercy, shaking after cumming so many times. He begged for you to stop, but when you do he grabbed your hand and just don't let go. Making you confused, but then you understood his intentions. He wants more.

His body littered with your markings, bites, hickeys. It's everywhere, everytime you poked it. You earn a whine from your beloved Alien, telling you to stop that with a pout.

So right now you're cleaning up the mess as Ren laid on the bed waiting for you, with nothing but his underwear. Not that you're complaining, "Baabeee? Are you doneee?" He called out to you that's currently in the bathroom. "Almost done Ren, be patient a little will you?" You replied and then right after you said that you finished cleaning.

You walked out from the bathroom and look over at the bed, seeing your beloved Alien on the bed playing with his phone waiting for you. You walk closer to the bed, and kissed his temples. He hummed softly and wrapped his arms around your waist, "I'm tired." He whispered. You pat his head, playing with his hair as you lay down next to him. "You did well tho.." you said and plant a kiss on his forehead, "It was.. an interesting experience." He said.

"Do you, want to do it again next time? Teach me how to pleasure you next time tho." Ren said as he cuddle closer to you, you chuckled. "Okay okay, if that's what you want, I don't mind. I'll let you take the lead. Don't worry. I'll help you.

"Thank you babe, Love you.."

"Love you too Ren."

©fakesimp

A/n : Totally did not write Smut Ren Zotto content as my first Ren Fic. Oop.

Putting luxiem tags incase you guys didn't follow Ren's tags (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

[lycandrophile]

idk who needs to hear this but testosterone is not poison, it did not poison you, you just didn’t like the effects it had on you

as it is, testosterone is highly controlled (to the detriment of countless trans men/mascs trying to access hrt) because the fearmongering about its effects is so prevalent

it’s literally illegal for us to have it without a doctor’s permission, and even its controlled status is used to get in the way of us being able to access it (delaying when we can refill prescriptions, etc)

how do so many people see that think it’s like...all fun and games and totally harmless to talk about it like a literal poison?

even if none of that were true, it would be shitty — i wish every day that i could get top surgery and undo what estrogen did to my chest but you don’t see me calling it poison just because i don’t like it’s effects! and why don’t i? because i know my experiences aren’t universal and me not liking it doesn’t make it poison, so i’m not going to shit on it and make the people who like/need it feel bad!

but ESPECIALLY when fearmongering about testosterone has led to legal restrictions that have fucked so many of us over AND there have been so many attacks on transitioning access recently, how do people not see that talking about it that way is bad?

access to testosterone is incredibly precarious for many many people right now because its status as a controlled substance makes it a particularly easy target for people who want to stop us from transitioning — there’s never a right time for comments like that, but even if there was, *right now is not it*

not to mention, the most recent example of this rhetoric that i’ve seen (the one that inspired this) is especially disturbing because it’s literally a trans person looking at a shirt made by a transphobe calling testosterone poison and saying “oh that’s perfect for me!”

like...how can you look at something made by a transphobe (which was made with the sole purpose of being transphobic), think “i love this! perfect for me!”, and not realize that there’s something Very Wrong With That?

i have so little patience left for this bullshit at this point. i want to be understanding because i know dysphoria sucks and testosterone’s effects are super painful for some people, but i just don’t have it in me

testosterone is not poison, it’s a very natural hormone which most (if not all) people have in their bodies in some capacity, and for some of us the effects of it are genuinely so healing and just...generally wonderful

i’ve been on t for almost two months now and i’m fucking THRILLED! i love what it’s done so far! my therapist of almost 7 years said she’s never seen me smile as much as i do now! my voice has only just started dropping and i’ve already gone from hating the sound of it to almost crying from happiness when i hear it sometimes because it sounds so much more right!

does that sound like the effects of a poison to you? no! of course it doesn’t! because it’s not a poison, it’s a fundamentally neutral hormone that some people will love, some will hate, and some will be totally indifferent to. there’s nothing inherently bad about it, no matter how much you personally disliked it

if you care about trans men and transmascs like...literally at all, you should be advocating for testosterone to be descheduled, not adding to the demonization of it that allowed them to restrict it in the first place

why shit on something that’s been so incredibly life-changing (and life-saving) to do many members of your community, which so many of us have had to fight to get, when you could do literally anything else?

[acradelius]

A scenario where the reader cock warms Junkrat and Roadhog and how the Junkers would react?

"Cockwarming~"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairings: Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) x Reader, Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) x Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Cockwarming, Punishment, Purposeful Teasing, Begging, Size Kink, Mentions of Human Fleshlight, Manhandling, Breeding Kink, Nickname Usage, Usage of Rope and Straps, Excessive Orgasms, Intoxicated Sex, Voyeurism

Word Count: 795 Words

Author's Note: Kinda strayed away from the request, but hopefully this still follows it.

[MAKO]

Mako definitely enjoys cockwarming, whether it’s for genuine intimacy or as a punishment, but it’s more of a rare occurrence due to how hectic and busy both of your lifestyles are. Whenever the activity does occur, it occurs for hours, and then leads mostly to sex for even more hours afterwards. Both enjoy the tender moment of being connected as one, casually talking about casual plan for the future or just doing their own things such as Mako catching up on information from individuals he knew from being in the Militia, all while (Y/N) listens to some music while slowly drifting off to sleep. If (Y/N) happens to fall asleep during a cockwarming session, Mako will eventually either remove himself from them and take them to bed or he will put off whatever he happened to be doing to end up also falling asleep. 

Whenever Mako uses cockwarming as a punishment, he makes it just downright pleasurable, but also just downright torturous at the exact same time. He makes sure to constantly shift himself against (Y/N), making those grunts and breathy moans that he knows gets them absolutely going. Mako makes sure that he consistently moves himself quite frequently, making it seem “accidental” whenever he rolls his hips or thrusts into (Y/N), stating that his seating position was getting uncomfortable and he needed to adjust himself. He makes sure that he has an extra firm grip upon their hips, restricting their movement against him, all while he whispers what exactly he wants to do to them, but they have to suffer the consequence of their punishment first. He won’t stop until (Y/N) is a complete and utter mess, begging Mako to give them some type of release. 

Mako absolutely uses cockwarming to his advantage, especially if it leads to sex sessions where kinks from both parties are involved. He’ll definitely use it whenever it comes to the size kink that both of you have, having (Y/N) being on top of him due to his enlarged size, being able to then handle them as some sort fleshlight for himself. Cockwarming, especially when he’s manhandling (Y/N), gets his breeding kink roaring, he’ll have such a tight grip on their hips to keep them almost painfully down against his cock, making sure that he fills them up with what could only be considered as an ungodly amount of cum. In the end, the cockwarming sessions are definitely anticipated and looked forward to. 

[JAMISON]

Cockwarming sessions with Jamison are practically close to impossible due to the fact that he gets worked up so easily, and he likes to move quickly. He can’t even keep himself still enough for a good fifteen minutes for a short cockwarming session, “Ya’ just feel too good, Firecracker~” Jamison is always constantly moving: bucking his hips, fingernails creating crevices into (Y/N)’s skin or even their scalp, enjoying the marks as they’ll most likely form into bruises later on, the whines and whimpers from him along with the moans that slipped out from (Y/N)’s lips brings him to the edge, and there’s a good chance that he ends up cumming from it. 

If there’s anything that will make Jamison keep still longer than a casual fifteen-minute cockwarming session it’s either that (Y/N) decides to strap him down to a bed, tie him down into a chair, or just have him cum so many times that he starts to become tired. With Jamison’s eagerness, and quick to arousal, it could take some time, but definitely not as long as it would take with Mako. He’ll still whine out and whimper, especially if (Y/N) decides to purposely tease him by cockwarming him while doing an activity such as reading or just asking him simplistic questions. Overall, whenever it comes to cockwarming with Jamison it’s most likely that (Y/N) will be taking the lead this time. 

It started to brew as a drunken thought, having been cockwarming Jamison while they were both intoxicated that (Y/N) mentioned about public cockwarming to Jamison, who obviously didn’t hesitate that the thought was thrilling and that they should try it. Normally taking place in the clubs, (Y/N) cockwarming Jamison on the couch in one of the VIP sections, giggling at how difficult it was for Jamison to maintain himself. The occasional bouncing, knowing flirting with other patrons all while keeping it discreet of what they were doing to Jamison. It doesn’t take long for Jamison to lose control of himself, either moaning out loud as he ends up cumming, or he yells at the other patrons to leave the room and then proceeds to roughly fuck (Y/N) for being such a daring and naughty Firecracker~

[hugduckhesgay]

About Fluffybird, what do you think about the ship? What is your opinion and analysis about the relationships between the two?

righto heheh let's crack into these chuddy Ds--

tldr; fluffybird is the purest ship and it would be great if it became explicitly canon

first of all, I think the creators shipped fluffybird before they saw all the fanart! Duck and Red Guy's interactions even in the webseries have sweetness, and can be perceived as a suggestion of romance. Though these interactions could be platonic as well, the possibility of romance is there, and that's all any slow-burn romantic storyline starts as. maybe one day i'll list those telling moments, but that's a lot of work. lol. Back to the creator's shipping, idk, that's just speculation, but I think they easily had a fondness for red guy and duck's brand of affection for each other.

There are random moments that are just so shippy. I think these have all been pointed out by other ppl. Duck painting Red Guy as Red Guy stands like that?

c'mon. The fact that they both want to be the dads? why put that idea in our heads? When red guy says his fav color is medium brown and duck's eyes are MEDIUM BROWN? I like to think that everything the creators have chosen to do is intentional and serves some kind of purpose other than comedic value... could be wrong there, but it's what I'd like to think. oftentimes the jokes have meaning behind them after all.

As for their dynamic, it is really interesting and nuanced! I don't rly see any hate between them, tho there ain't nothin wrong with liking the "divorced" dynamic. what I think is that they are made unaware of the feelings they have for each other. The 3 are constantly in a state of disorientation. I've seen people say that the fridge scene is one of the only times they get close to voicing their genuine thoughts and feelings without being controlled in some way, and I agree. however, when it comes down to it, duck displays great attachment to red guy, always looking at him for protection or initiative, wanting to be a family with him, etc. for red guy, well, we all saw what happened when duck died. he lost his damn mind, and he didn't expect to. it's like, as I said, he has feelings for duck that he isn't conscious of.

i have a bad silly theory that duck and red guy were in love and together before they became puppets or something lol. i dunno, it's possible for all we know.

now i want to address the arguments against having red guy and duck having a canon romantic relationship ((and it seems like very few people seem to have arguments! this fandom is fluffybird all over<3). it sucks, but i feel like most of these arguments are charged with homophobia or just romance shaming. romance is already present in the show, and it's all been cishet (superficially. B nice if chars came out as trans canonically? Lol). Yellow and Speshul One, Yellow and Clair. Regardless of context, romance is already present, and why does no one get upset about it? Because it's cishet, i'd argue. no one even notices it. now these are obviously satirical presentations which i thank god for, but it's still there.

we also already have tender moments between the three main guys. people might argue that 'why can't two guys just be friends?!?!' yeah, they can, and they are across 99% of media. is 99% of portrayals not enough? there is so little lgbtqia+ content that this argument is just ridiculous.

there's the argument that romance would 'ruin' the show somehow. sounds like an internalized problem to me tbh. adding romance wouldn't detract from the existing elements of friendship; it would embellish that, presenting a unique relationship that does not conform to the restrictive standards of society. (this would not be the case for a cishet romance, though I won't go into that.)

if people have a problem with fluffybird, I think they really gotta ask themselves why, really question where those feelings of discomfort are coming from. it's not like i'm asking for a nsfw scene. i think red guy and duck would have a romantic love language that is completely unique, like their confession to each other in the fridge scene. The way this show subverts tropes and makes things so weird, it would be so cool to see how it handles a genuine romance. I imagine it would be cuddly and lots of sweet words to each other, like what they do now but more explicit in that it is romantic love.

Anyway fluffybird is the purest ship I ever

[longlostzoldyck]

consumation

pairing: meruem x female!reader

wc: 1.5 words, minors dni, mature content, 18+

warnings: angst, smut, monster fucking, sexual themes, use of petnames, oral (f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, cervixfucking

summary: you are humanity's last hope. when you were young you showed a great nen ability, one so powerful that it could only be used once. so you made a deal with the hunter association that you would hibernate in order to increase your nen output. this comes in handy when they need an alternate super weapon to take down the chimera ant king.

your entire life had led to one purpose: to use your nen ability. you were born to an ancient clan whose nen was restricted by it only being usable once. since the use of the nen was so restricted, it would allow the users to wield an absurd level of power for a moment. you decided you wanted to take this even a step farther.

you knew you were a ticking time bomb, waiting to use your nen to save your clan so you decided you wanted to be even stronger and make it worth it. the hunter association gladly put you in a sort of cryogenic state so you were in a permanent state of hibernation: accumulating more nen and power the more you meditated.

when netero left to fight the king he left calmly knowing he always had an ace in his pocket. even if he couldn't kill the king, he knew you would. no matter how powerful he may be, he wouldn't be able to beat your sheer power. the moment netero pressed his chest, your hibernation chamber opened and you were teleported to the battlefield that netero and the king found themselves in.

you walked towards him slowly taking in his appearance. this was the big threat the hunter association has decided to use your gift for? you stood a short distance from him and he looked hesitant and confused, not understanding how you even found them or who you were. you reached forward to cup his face. he waved his tail to tear your arms off your frame but you stopped it in its place.

"i just want to get a proper look at you," you explained releasing his tail. he stared at you amazed. other chimera ants had died from him striking them at that strength, but you, a mere human, seemed unbothered by his attempt to severely harm you. you reached forward again cupping his face softly.

"what do you think you're doing?," the king questioned. he sounded genuinely confused as you evaluated his elegant features and purple eyes. how could this creature be so powerful that they needed you to kill him? you pulled him into a heated kiss which quickly turned into mostly teeth. he seemed taken aback but quickly melted into your affection.

"i want to know what the power of a true king feels like," you whispered against his lips before he pulled you back in for another desperate kiss. he didn't know what this feeling was, but he just knew he needed you in this moment. he pushed you against the nearest wall with enough strength that the stone caved in behind you. you laughed against his lips wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. he effortlessly held you up as you continued making out.

he ripped off your flowy top exposing your naked breasts. he cupped them in his hands leaving you gasping. as he continued sucking and kissing your chest he continued rutting his hips into yours pressing his massive cock harder and harder against your inner thigh. you moaned into his ear already a mess in his hands.

"my king," you said against his lips finally managing to pull him away from your chest. "i need you."

he groaned at the use of his title. he thought he was used to hearing everyone call him the king, but on your lips the title took a whole new life. he set your legs down and you quickly took off your skirt and underwear. he growled before sinking down to his knees. you gasped when you felt his sharp tongue swirl around your clit. you had never felt anything as electrifying as his tongue around your clit. you pushed his head further into your cunt until you were falling forward. he lapped your cum up like it was the sweetest nectar in the world and made sure to ride you through the waves of your orgasm.

you thought you had escaped his grip when he pulled you back on his tongue, this time fucking you with the muscle. his tongue was sharp and cool and had a new orgasm building up already. he substituted his tongue with one of his fingers sinking it in your drench pussy. he was prepping your tiny hole for his cock. he was scared he would split you in half with it. you were just a human, your tiny cunt wasn't made to take his cock but he would try.

his thick fingers pumped into you rhythmically. his fingers were already so thick, you couldn't even imagine what his cock would feel like. he leaned down again licking your clit ever so gently as he continued to roughly sink his fingers into you until you creamed around his digits. he simply stared at your body amazed at how you took him so good.

he allowed you to recover for a second as he stood back up and kissed your lips. you tasted your wetness on his lips and smiled. once you felt your legs agin you jumped back into his arms gasping against his lips as you'd graze his cock from time to time.

"my king please...," you moaned against his lips. he turned and laid you on the ground. he spread your legs and stopped to stare at your pussy. you were covered in your own slick and cum. he wished he could spend forever eating you up, but you were going to kill him if he didn't fuck you. he finally pulled out his cock and you gulped at the sheer size of it.

it was somehow longer and girthier than you imagined. his tip alone was so fat and swollen you weren't sure it was going to fit. he rubbed it against your slit spreading some juices on it before sinking it inside your soaked hole. your pleasure and pain were so closely intertwined that you couldn't even decipher them simply pressing your lips to the king's in a heated kiss. he dipped his head to bite and lick your tits which helped you relax and take him easier.

his cock was starting to hurt less and less until he finally bottommed out. he let out a deep groan once he was finally sheathed inside, feeling you squeezing him so deliciously tight. he never knew he could feel this alive, yet close to death. it was the most heavenly feeling he had experienced.

"call me meruem," he said against your lips before diving back in for another passionate kiss. you melted into his kiss and began seeing stars as he started pounding into you kissing your cervix every time. you had never felt strength or an aura like this and you were absorbing every piece of it. you began chanting his name in his ear like a prayer as he continued fucking you into oblivion.

as you slowly lost control of your body, you lost control of your aura. the blue nen slowly began to kiss your skin and surround both of you. you wrapped your legs around his hips pulling him as close to you as you could muster. the way he was groaning and panting in your ear only served to spur your further as every single sound went directing to your pussy.

you came at the same time both succumbing to the world of pleasure coursing through you. his name was the only thing you could manage to muster in between moans. he stilled inside of you and you relished at his sheer size inside of you as he rested his swollen cockhead against your cervix. the power of a king was coursing through you and you had never known pleasure like it.

"meruem," you sighed his name again. his eyes instantly met yours and he leaned in for a messy kiss. you pulled away to catch your breathe and your eyes met for a moment. you were both in a blissful cloud of pleasure and you wished you could stay in this moment forever. however, you knew that wasn't possible, and even if it was, you were already dead. "i'm sorry."

"sorry about what?," he questioned.

"i'm sorry we can't be able to stay like this forever," he smiled at your words.

"im a king. we can do whatever we want," he responded so matter of factly. your heart almost broke for him. he had no clue that his fate was sealed the moment he and netero began fighting. this was just the grand finale.

"i fear we don't have the time, dear meruem," you followed your words with a searing kiss.

he didn't have to know that your aura was poisonous and begun to absorb his power and nen the moment your skin touched. your shared demise was nothing but inevitable from the moment you came into contact. your nen was a bloodthirsty creature and wouldn't stop until it consumed you both whole.

[thoughtfulsweetsharmony]

Into You- F. Hargreeves

Requested- No

*NOTE: FIVE HAS BEEN AGED UP FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS IMAGINE. HE AGED BACK TO 22!*

Summary- You've always been deemed the number one assassin in the Commission. Well, until Five showed up. Quickly finding common ground, you seem to be the only one Five is actually comfortable around, and you him. But the teasing and flirting just isn't cutting it anymore.....

Warnings- swearing (it is Five after all, sexual references, alcohol consumption.

Song- Into you by Ariana Grande.

I'm so into you, I can barely breathe.

The loud music of the bar surrounded you, the beat pulsing it's way up your spine. Your drink sat in front of you, untouched, the cold glass of a sweet unknown cocktail sweating. The alcohol from your previous drinks flowed through your veins, making the world hazy and the filter you usually use when talking non-existent. Five sat across from you, he's long legs stretched out before him, the alcohol completely relaxing the usually tense man. You stared, breath catching in your throat as his dark brown, almost black hair fell across his shut eyes, the kids concealing the beautiful green you always got lost in.

And all I want to do, is to fall in deep....

You wished desperately that he would open those eyes. You could picture his usual stare in your mind, the walls in the green depths that prevented anyone from reading him too well. Yet somehow, everytime you made eye contact with the gorgeous man before you, you always lost your train of thought. Those green eyes flickered open as you stared at him, a lazy smiling flickering across his face a he locked eyes with yours.

But close ain't close enough, til we cross that line....

You scooted your chair closer to him, your legs brushing against his underneath the table in one slow, delicate move. The man straightened in his seat, his eyes widened in surprise, a small, almost unnoticeable blush starting to creep up the sculpted cheekbones that shaped his face. The song overhead changed, and your drunken mind lit up with a bright idea.

So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice....

You grabbed Five by the hand, stumbling slightly as you stood. Admittedly, you were acting drunker than you actually were, an escape plan in case of rejection. Five stared up at you as you walked to his side of the table, a mischievous smile lighting up your eyes.

"What are you doing?"

He questioned, the slight shake in his voice betraying the calm and collected facade he usually wore. You laughed, the bright and happy sound audible even above the loud music.

"We are going to dance!"

You refused to take no for an answer, knowing full well how much Five loved to dance (even if he would refuse to admit it and then kill you for saying it.) The man sighed in defeat, unable to bite back the genuine smile that graced his lips as he was pulled onto the dance floor. Your eyes met his as you both began to dance, the music loosening up your wired bodies further.

Oh, baby, look what you started,

The temperature's rising in here,

Is this gonna happen?

Been waiting and waiting for you,

To make a move, before I make a move.....

The temperature on the dance rose as you danced, the many layers of your work clothes intensifying the heat. You began to strip the top layers of your clothes; your blazer, followed by your tie and shirt, unaware of the piercing green eyes watching you strip to just your camisole and skirt. Five's hand reached to his throat and loosened his own tie, the garment suddenly feeling restrictive. His eyes travelled back to your face, a harsh pink rapidly washing up his neck, over his cheeks to his ears as he met your knowing eyes. You gulped as you moved slightly closer to him, elation filling your veins and clearing your head at the fact that he had, in fact, been checking you out.

You slowly reached out to grab his hand, surprised as he grasped your hand in his, his fingers lacing with yours. Shocks ran up arm from the contact, your lungs suddenly losing the ability to breath as he pulled you in towards him, holding you gently to the front of his body. You gazed up at him, unable to stop yourself from looking at his lips as your heart pounded in your chest.

His own eyes flickered to your lips, staying locked on them as you danced. Irritation burned through you as his gaze never faltered, yet he failed to make a move. So, you took the situation into your own hands, capturing his lips in a soft, gentle kiss in one swift movement.

Five didn't hesitate to return the kiss, both his hands falling to your hips as his lips pushed against yours in a bruising kiss.

So baby, come light me up,

And maybe I'll let you on it,

A little bit dangerous,

But baby, that's how I want it,

A little less conversation,

And a little more touch my body,

'Cause I'm so into you,

Into you,

Into you.

And the rest was history.....

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

This is a VERY angst filled ask but in your BK au, has there ever been an instance where Caleb—in his less lucid & worst moments after Beloser drugs him—accidentally does something that hurts Hunter? Of course he would never do it purposely (that’s his kiddo!) but you’ve mentioned his reactions vary.

I love your art & au, by the way! Every time I see it on my dash, I get so excited! :)

oh that's an interesting thought. Probably tbh, he's very traumatized and spends a lot of time very confused and sometimes erratic. He's also on a ferris wheel of different surprises in his food with different effects, and even in our world, some drugs cause aggression.

He's highly unlikely to cause much damage though. He's spent the better part of four hundred years on and off bedridden, his room is kept carefully devoid of potential weapons, and Hunter has been a trained scout from a young age. And unlike with Belos, Hunter is allowed to protect himself. If he dodges, or calls in guards, or carefully restricts his father himself, it won't be treated as disobedience in the way that it is if he were to resist abuse from Belos. Also, even when he's worked up to violence and not lucid, most of Caleb's instincts go towards trying to protect Hunter rather than seeing him as a threat.

The most Caleb generally does, I think, is dig his nails in too deep and throw books. And he apologizes profusely whenever he realizes what's happened.

The only one who has ever genuinely harmed Hunter outside of training and missions is Belos.

[zoros-bandana]

can you do some zoro cockwarming plss?

Fire

(NSFW)

Warning: cockwarming, teasing, edging

Summary: after teasing Zoro all day he had enough; trapping you in his lap, cockwarming, surrounded by the crew

Word Count: 1,200

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You struggled against Zoro’s lap, whining, his harsh whispers shushing you in your ear. The crew was seated around the bonfire at the island you were docked at, sharing stories and songs; you sat in Zoro’s lap, a blanket draped over you. His cock was buried deep inside your walls, pulsating with every movement you made, making it impossible to stop moving. His hand went to your waist, gripping harshly, making you wince. Your walls clamped around him in frustration, trying to find some kind of release; his strong hand on you restricting your wishes. He leaned over to his side, reaching out for his drink, his cock dragging across your spot so gently; almost teasingly. You leaned back against him harshly, hitting him in the chest, making him grunt at the contact. “What?” He asked, sounding genuinely confused. “What do you mean ‘what?’” You snapped, looking at him over your shoulder “you’re not making the situation easy here!” He chucked lightly, taking a sip from his drink “and what situation is that?” He asked, leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear to be heard; keeping his words low from peeving ears. “The fact that you had been begging for my cock all day? Shaking your ass at me? Making suggestive comments about your ‘tight little pussy’? Saying how ‘thirsty’ you are in front of everyone and proceeding to drink; purposely letting it spill down your chin? Making ‘fuck me’ eyes at me?” His voice was playful but you knew he was telling the truth. All day you had wanted him; wanting his attention on you. He had been caught up in training for most of the day, and if he wasn’t, he was napping or keeping an eye on Luffy. Any chance you had you took it; attempting to get him inside you. And now here you were, exactly what you were after, yet so far away from what you needed.

You sighed in defeat, turning back to the fire, watching it crackle and spit into the air. You tried to enjoy your time with everyone, listening to them sing and talk around you, zoning out from the throbbing muscle buried inside you. Zoro noticed, placing his drink back down on the ground next to you both, letting it drag against your spot. He wrapped his arms around you, gently lifting you slightly and placing you down again, having you delicately feel him dragging inside your walls. He was playing with you. You let out a silent whimper, vibrating against his arms, your pussy contracting around him; begging for more. “Please, Zoro. Can’t we just go somewhere?” He shook his head disapprovingly, making you whine. “Shh, you’ll get what you want; you just have to wait until they’re asleep”. His instructions were clear, giving you an end result; you just had to survive this for a while. You traced shapes over his arms, zoning into the conversation on your left; consisting of Brook and Luffy. Zoro rested his head on your shoulder, listening in on them too, watching Luffy as he laughed at Brooks stories. “Oi, (y/n)!” Nami ushered, taking your attention away from the boys. “Come over here; we have something we need to share with you”. You eyes flickered between the navigator and the archeologist in a panic, gulping harshly. “Say you’re fine where you are” Zoro grumbled into your eye, thrusting up once into you. You yelped quietly. “Uh, I will later, Nami. I’m okay where I am at the moment”. She rolled her eyes “god, can’t you be apart for him for a few minutes?” You shook your head “not at the moment”. “Mind your business” Zoro called out to her “she’s happy here with me”. "At least someone is..." Nami rolled her eyes, turning back to Robin “I can’t believe she’s with that brute idiot…” Robin giggled, switching the navigators attention to something else. He squeezed you tighter in his arms, placing a kiss on the back of your head “good girl”. “It’s not like I had much of a choice…” you mumbled. “Just take the compliment” he rocked himself against you, teasingly.

You both stayed like this for a while; you struggling against his pulsating muscle, inching it in and out slowly with each movement you made. Zoro on the other hand seemed unfazed, only adding fuel to the fire inside you. You wanted to make him suffer just as much as you were. But you also knew it wouldn’t be easy. Each time you would try and focus on one of the other existing conversations, attempting to forget about your current situation, Zoro would purposely move; his cock rubbing against you sweetly. You were losing this competition and Zoro knew it, smugly claiming you as his personal victory; knowing exactly what he would be doing to you after everyone leaves. Then something wonderful happened. He ran out of drink. You snickered to yourself smugly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get up; and he couldn’t go long without having some sake or beer in his hand. You thought you had the upper hand, finally, looking over at him behind you. His face said other wise. Your face dropped as you looked at him; his beautiful lips cast into a lopsided smirk. One that you knew too well. “Oh no” you mumbled, afraid of what his current plan was. He chuckled, sending vibrations through your core, making you whip your head back to avoid his sinful gaze. You felt his breath on your ear, his grip around you tightening, holding you in place for his next attack. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? You’ve already caused enough chaos today” he ordered, moving his lips down. His lips nibbled against your neck, sucking at your sweet spot, knowing how much it would turn you on. You gripped into his arm, attempting to ground yourself, knowing this could draw too much attention to your situation. Your head went back against him; attempting to contain your moans. Silent whimpers escaped you as his hips slowly rocked against you, causing a delicious friction. Your lower stomach started to get hot, reminding you of your orgasm fast approaching. You gritted your teeth, your nails leaving sharp crescents in his arm as the heat grew.

He removed his lips from you, stopping his rocking; feeling you pulsing around him. The heat between your legs fading fast. You elbowed his sharply, making him wince “not funny, Zoro”. “I thought it was” he mumbled, pinching your side “you’ve been teasing me all day, princess. Did you forget? It seems only fair I get to have my way with you here”. He went back to sitting still, proud of his attempted edging, a sick smile plastered on his face twisting it in a crocked manner. “You okay, Zoro?” Luffy asked, a worried expression etched on his face “you look kind of funny…”. His face dropped back to his normal monotoned expression, making you snicker at him “yeah he’s fine captain, just too much to drink”. He shot you a look; his eyes narrow, to which you just ignored. Slowly, everyone grew tired, retreating back to the ship one after another; finally leaving the two of you alone. You bounced, impatiently; his hand gripping tight into you making him shush. He waited a few minutes before speaking, waiting for the coast to be clear. “Well” he spun you around to face him, his hands wondering under your shirt “it looks like you’re about to get what you were wishing for”.

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Headcanon that Webtoon-Dottore is one of Dottore's younger versions and is smart in the worst way possible

I'm talking, a 16-something year old teenager that Primettore usually hides away from the public eye, spending his time crafting strange and confusing crap, rather than conducting morally questionable research and whatnot.

Like. Think the Butter-Robot from Rick and Morty, whose only purpose in life is to bring butter. Or like an even crazier version of Michael Reeves. Just... imagine.

Pantalone: ....Dottore. Care to explain why one of your clones put in a request for even MORE funding? Did they burn through last month's funding already?

Primettore: Oh, that. Yeah, no, one of my younger versions wants to see what happens if he lets a Slime trade stocks.

Pantalone: ....

Teenttore being like the premature version of Dottore, who's more interested in taking apart random scrap metal and building pipe bombs with nothing but slime condensate and an empty tictac container. He builds a lamp on eight legs that scurries through the Palace at night, scaring the living shit out of everyone unfortunate enough to encounter the spider-light.

He builds himself a tiny rat-companion made from ruin guard-parts and gives it a lil bowtie to match his suit.

He throws tantrums when Primettore restricts his access to Machinery-parts, begging and whining until he eventually annoyed Primettore enough to get his way. He's less like a clone and more like a genuine teenager.

He ends up hiring Krupp to keep an eye on this menace to society, like an overly glorified babysitter to a manic manchild.