Karma | any pronouns | 24 | 🇩🇪 | AroAceSpec | read the pinned post for more info! | Do NOT repost , cut , edit , change or use my art in any other way without my permission! Thanks!
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Recent drawings:
Shiho Chibi (OC)
Frutiger Aero
Alien stage gang
Bloomic gang
Dispatch Z-team
Nai'o chibi (Palia) (Commission)
Recent Doodles:
Toasty Birthday (Bloomic)
Lucinda (Date everything)
Daemon (Date everything)
Jiro (TDB)
Baxter sketchpage (Our life: Beginnings&Always)
Other:
Artfight 2024
Artfight 2025
Date Everything mini doodles:
Daemon | Lucinda | Clarence | Daisuke | Shelley | Bobby Pinn | Henry Hoove | Rainey | Penelope | I, Ronaldini | Beverly
Redesigns:
Nahida (2) (Genshin Impact)
Nilou (Genshin Impact)
Tighnari (Genshin Impact)
Lucifer (Obey me!)
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This work contains NSFW writing! Minors and Blogs with no age indicator, do not interact! I will block you!
Wordcount: 1.8k
Tags: Gender-neutral reader, Smut (duh), Teasing, Begging, Drooling, Punishments, Sex Toys, light dom/sub undertones with Robert being the sub, just Robert being a dog-coded, pathetic, desperate mess <3
Notes: I've already made my Dispatch smut debut in art over on Bsky, so naturally I had to write next! It has been... many, many months since i have last written, so I'm insanely rusty. Please ignore any grammar mistakes LOL also commas are used to control the pace of reading and nothing else, I make the rules <3 This is not beta-read, just my 3am first draft of writing :3 I usually prefer to keep the "reader" as non-descript as possible, so there is no mention how they look.
Also I will never ever use AI in my Art or Writing. I prefer my smut human-made.
It's pathetic, really, the way he's behaving. The famous Mecha Man, a symbol of hope and peace, a legacy of glory carried along by him. He wears the titles with pride, even if they're the less important thing about his work. Still, to say that he is anything but strong and capable would be false.
So why is it then, that Robert is kneeling on your mattress, hands bound at the wrists behind his back using the legs of his sweatpants - which you had so conveniently pulled off of him not too long ago - and panting like a dog in heat?
He would be humiliated if he were in his usual state of mind. But he's not, because right now, you're sitting on the other side of the bed, laying all cozy amongst the pillows by the headboard, with your legs spread for him to see. As if that isn't enough to make the poor man lose his mind, you're also using your favorite dildo, the one that curves just right, has just the perfect length to hit your favorite spot with ease.
And you look so pretty too. So absolutely wonderful and delicious, the way your head tilts back into the soft pillow, your lips parting to let out those stupidly hot little moans and gasps.
In that moment Robert realizes that, truly, he is no better than a dog. But then again, who wouldn't be drooling and hard as hell when faced with the sight of their lover in the heights of pleasure? Who can blame him when you look so fucking perfect?
No one can. And if anyone ever dares to disagree, well, Robert has two fists and a strong jaw to right that wrong.
Not that his mind is anywhere close to being clear enough to think about that right now.
He licks his lips and swallows hard, mouth opening right after to suck in another breath. He's panting, hips bucking up into nothing, gentle and barely there, moving in the rhythm you set with your hand. His boxers, so, so tight against the strain of his arousal, don't give him nearly enough friction to satisfy. He doesn't even realize he's moving, imagining it's him making you feel good, him being the one who gets to fill you again and again. His body is merely acting on instinct while his eyes strain to stay on the beautiful mess between your legs.
'This is a punishment.' You had said earlier while letting your underwear drop to the ground in front of him.
'You've been overworking yourself. Again.' Is where he stopped listening to your scolding, because you were crawling onto the bed while only wearing his shirt and you know what that does to him.
And despite wanting to do nothing but crawl over you and caress every bit of skin his greedy hands can reach, he did not complain when you used your foot to push him back, to kneel in front of you. That's where he belongs anyway. Not to mention that quiet authority was, to put it plainly, insanely hot.
Robert got quite excited when you moved to help him tug off his shirt and sweatpants, already half-hard by the time they were off completely. He expected you to throw them across the room, to tug him close and smash your lips together into something heated, all tongues and teeth, before, hopefully, straddling him and doing with him as you please.
You did none of that, though.
Before he knew it, his hands were tied and his big, brown deer eyes were searching your face in question. He found no answers, no hint to your plans.
And yes, the bind was weak, at least to him. He could undo them if he really wanted to. This isn't the first time he got tied up, after all, but it is the first time he trusts the person who bound his wrists together. So he stayed.
It started sinking in just how badly he fucked up this time when you took out that toy of yours. He's intimately familiar with it by now, having used it on you, and you also having used it on him before. He was close to pleading by that point, to sweet talk you into at least letting him be the one to make you feel good. The look in your eyes made him stop before the words could make it past his lips. Alright, so no begging. Got it.
So there he is now, watching, growing more and more desperate by the minute. The slick sounds, the smell of sex, the sight of you blissed out, it all taunts him, teases him, and Robert isn't sure if he would consider this heaven or hell. It's probably both, his most painful delight and his sweetest torture. The worst thing about it is that you haven't looked at him once since you started, having closed your eyes like Robert isn't ready to cream his underwear the moment you tell him to.
"Please…"
His tongue feels thick in his mouth and he swallows, though it feels like cotton, impossible to get past. It's almost like he's drunk, but this is better than any cheap whiskey or bitter beer he indulges in on rare occasion. It is so much better because it's you, the one who made his miserable life into something worth the fight.
"Please."
You crack an eye open. He has leaned forward so much that you're worried he might lose his balance. The thought of him faceplanting onto the bed from sheer desperation does make you smile, which in turn just makes Robert even harder because he loves your smile, especially when tinted with pleasure. And maybe a part of him gets off to how amused you look too.
Another one of your angelic sighs reaches his ears, clearly a little exaggerated, but no less attractive. Finally, his eyes flit up to yours, hoping to use your weakness towards his big, expressive eyes as bait. Much to his dismay, you already know his tricks, so instead of giving in, your free hand sneaks down to give yourself even more pleasure.
The moment the tips of your fingers brush a sensitive spot, you moan and that, in turn, makes Robert groan.
"You're being mean."
It's a half-hearted complaint, simply because his mind is already back to being focused on the movement of your hands. The only reason Robert hasn't given up hope completely yet is that you did not take out your vibrating wand. He knows how much you love using it in combination with that dildo. Maybe he still has a chance to get his mouth on you after all.
His hips move a little faster, dragging out his thrusts a little longer. He could almost feel you from memory alone if he tried hard enough, even if that could never truly compare to the real thing.
Worse than the fact that he's not allowed to touch you is the fact that you're refusing to pay any attention to him. You're not looking, not reacting to his words or movements at all, like they have no effect on you. He knows that isn't the case, but it feels like it and it's just making him want you more. You're so sexy when you're confident, and his deep-seated need for you is the best ego boost one could ask for. You look so completely and entirely comfortable while teasing him like this, and its driving him absolutely insane.
Again he swallows, again its cotton, and when he opens his mouth, a bit of drool actually slips out from the edge of his lips. With no hands to wipe it away, he swipes his tongue at it, though it's not enough to hide the evidence of it happening. That's how bad you've got him wrapped around your finger, he is actually turned on beyond belief and literally drooling for you.
Robert has no idea how long you're practically edging him like this. His sense of time completely disappears into a haze, mind empty aside from pure need. He's panting hard - not that his brain even realizes, too focused on the slick sounds that have somehow gotten even louder - and it takes him a moment to realize that your hands have slowed down. His pace adjusts as well, eyes back up to yours, which are now open and trained on him.
"You look pathetic, baby." You say it so affectionately, voice rough from use and breathy from effort. "Like a dog."
The words themselves barely register, it's the tone that gets through to him, fond and mocking, full of desire. He nods dumbly, because whatever you say, he believes. It seems to have been the right thing to do, since it made you chuckle and Robert likes that sound.
"Mhm… do you understand now why I had to punish you?"
He nods again, but really, he's not listening. His eyes keep flitting between you and the dildo that's just lightly thrusting in and out of you, attention torn.
"No, you don't." Naturally, you see through him. "You're not even listening. All the blood rushed down to your dick, huh? Can't even understand me anymore."
And yeah, those were too many words at once, so you don't bother giving Robert the time to let them sink in.
"But that's okay. You've been good. I knew you could listen well."
He's good, Robert is good, you said it yourself and it makes him crumple a bit, shoulders sagging as another weak thrust into nothing follows.
Robert closes his eyes tightly, brows knitting together, bound hands straining, teeth clenching as his hips speed up. He's good, so good, he's behaving well for you and you praised him for it-
"Stop that."
With a gasp, his body locks up for a few moments before slumping, hips now still. He's panting hard, a bit of sweat clinging to his skin. He was so fucking close, and now the fabric of his boxers is starting to overstimulate him, he's so sensitive.
But none of that matters when he hears you call his name so sweetly.
"Robert." His eyes open, though half-lidded with exhaustion. "Good job-" He groans softly and bites his lips. "-you actually stopped." Another pretty smile graces your lips. "And I have to reward you for that."
Your legs angle outward to make space for him, and the dildo slips out of you with a sound that will surely haunt his filthy dreams for weeks to come. The toy is put aside carelessly, before your hand pats your own thigh twice.
"Come here." You say, voice like a siren's song too beautiful to resist. "Take your reward."
Thank you all for your support and appreciation...
Been taking a lotta huge steps since joining this fandom... honestly, I don't know how I even deserve all this, but thank you really for everything! 🥹💙❤️
i really appreciate seeing all the posts on my dash recently to the effect of "shutting down conversations about race/gender/minorities in fandom spaces because 'fandom is meant to be fun' is just an excuse to not think critically about the bigoted behaviors you are exhibiting". i hope that this energy carries over into the gaming sphere next pleaaseee
pokemon is a series about building Your own team and going on Your own adventure with creatures that You collect and befriend, and is designed from the ground up to be personal and immersive. i have never been able to look like myself in a pokemon game. if i bought pokemon z a today and booted it up and tried to customize myself, i would not be able to look like myself. just fuck me i guess.
Hey idk if anyone else has been seeing this but if you see this “artist” do NOT watch their stuff or support them. They explicitly use generative AI.
Which really fucking sucks, because before I read the instagram description I was really excited for their projects. I thought the beautiful animation was painstakingly drawn and perfected but like. No. This is AI slop. Do not support this. We don’t need this in the magical girl community.
im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.
please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.
Cursed be the one who announced to my father:
“It’s a boy!"...
...How could he twist the course of the stars so much?
How could he have erred so in his astrology?
A lying tongue, a fool’s mouth it had given him
For he foolishly transformed justice to poison
He altered the law and transposed the lines
Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman...
...I would say "how lucky am I"
Father in heaven
who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water...
...Who would then transform me from a man to woman?
Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...
What shall I say?
why cry or be bitter?
If my father in heaven has decreed upon me
and has maimed me with an immutable deformity
then I do not wish to remove it.
the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure
and for which no comfort can be found.
So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground.
Since I have learned from our tradition
that we bless both, the good and the bitter
I will bless in a voice hushed and weak:
blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.
