RWI B12 (1983) by Grinnell More, Real World Interface (RWI), Dublin, NH. The B12 is a 3-wheel synchronous drive mobile robot base. One motor drives the wheels while a second motor steers the wheels. This allows the robot to turn without rotating the main chassis.
"Real World Interface, a maker of mobile robotic systems for research since 1983, announces the B12 mobile robot base. This product is suitable for research and development in: mobile robotics, artificial intelligence, sensor and camera platforms, and tele-operated systems.
Physical:
12 inches diameter, 6.75 inches high to top plate.
Can carry loads up to 20 kilograms.
Performance:
Translation top speed up to 2 meters/second.
Translation acceleration to 4 meters/second*second.
Rotation top speed up to 140 degrees/second.
Rotation acceleration up to 180 degrees/second*second.
Mechanical:
Tough anodized aluminum frame.
Three wheeled synchronous drive system.
Independent translation and rotate motor.
Rotate in place capability.
Omnidirectional capability.
Polyurethane wheel treads for unsurpassed traction.
Power:
On board lead-acid battery stores 144 watt-hours.
On board battery charger.
Power and control provided to top surface.
Control:
High speed microcontroller performs closed-loop control.
Serial port communications.
Sophisticated asynchronous command language.
Settable accelerations and top speeds.
Trapezoidal velocity profiles adjustable in mid execution.
Optical motor feedback (better than 0.1mm and 0.003 degrees resolution).
User readable currents and voltages.
Sophisticated overload algorithm protects motors.
Kill switch provided.
Options:
Manual joystick with kill switch.
Radio controlled joystick with kill switch and acceleration control.
Your choice of colors: clear, black, blue, green, amber, and red.
Optional silver-zinc battery can store 432 watt-hours.
The B12 mobile robot base was developed at the request of the MIT Mobile Robotics Group." – RWI: B12 Mobile Robot Base
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Ron Weasley Imagine-Comforts you after a rough day at work (Smut)
Disclosure: Spanking, oral (female & male receiving), Probably missing sum but idk.
Summary: You have a long and rough day at work and your doting husband Ron takes care of you when you get home (IYKYK).
Word count:2.5k
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley
Note: HOLY HELL I APOLOGIZE! I know I released the original all fluff version like weeks ago but the holidays came around and then my birthday and a bunch of other things but anyway I’m back for now (hehe). I am starting school up again but I should have a bunch of free time due to most of my classes being extracurricular ones since I took college courses to do the other classes early (Yippee for me). Anyway I really hope you enjoy it. I know I had fun writing it even though it took me like a million years. I do plan on making a twins one but I kinda need to rewrite it cuz I accidentally set it in a time period making them underaged sooo yea gotta redo that, oopsies.
Ron stood in the doorway and let his blue eyes trace your figure.
“You look beautiful.” You blushed at his compliment.
“Well today is important.” He walked up next to you and took the necklace you planned to wear off the desk. He placed it around your neck while you lifted your hair allowing him to clasp it together.
“Perfect,” he whispered, placing his hands on your waist from behind. You smile as you put your matching earrings in.
“Alright, I'm ready.”
“Do you have everything prepared?”
“Yes, it's all in my organizer.”
“Well then don’t forget you are amazing and you’ve got this, go get’em.” You hug him feeling a surge of extra confidence from his words. You walk out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace, Ron trailing behind you. He presses a kiss onto your forehead. While stepping into the fireplace you grab a palm full of floo powder,
“Ministry of Magic.” You watch as Ron disappears behind the flames and the ministry's black brick walls appear. You start towards the conference room feeling the sweat on your palms, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself.
“You got this.” You step into the room first, as you expected. You begin to set up your presentation; it was an important one because it would allow your department to expand and potentially lead to a promotion for yourself. Once everyone had arrived you began the presentation. You glided through with ease feeling quite cool and collected the whole time. Why had you been so nervous before, you thought of Ron’s words and smiled internally. After the presentation you were feeling pretty good about it. You left the room and started back toward your office however you heard a few of the wizards and witches who had been in the room talking badly about your presentation. It made you upset and questioned whether you had hallucinated that you were so calm while presenting. You tried to shake it off but remained in a funk the rest of the day. And add that you were behind on just about everything due to being understaffed, it was a combination of all the things that made you overwhelmed.
You had stayed about 3 hours overtime and got home later than you planned; but even still the second you got home Ron was there to greet you. He took your bag, giving you a kiss while grabbing it, and placing it on the couch.
“How was work?” You only groan in response. “That bad sweetheart?” You nod and place your head onto his shoulder letting out a big sigh. Ron tries comforting you by rubbing your back and holding your head.
“Why don’t you get out of those clothes and we can just relax.”
“Alright,” you say, grabbing your bag and heading upstairs to change into something comfy. You take your hair out of the tight bun it's been in all day and fling off the narrow pumps your feet were squished into; sitting down you take out your earrings and necklace.
Suddenly Ron shouts from downstairs, “I have a surprise for you!” You can’t help but feel excited using a spell to quickly and cleanly remove your makeup. You make your way back downstairs to see a table set with two plates of delicious looking food, candles, and glasses of the good stuff (nice wine). Ron looks pleased with himself and you can’t help but feel like you drooled a bit when you saw the food.
“Oh my goodness, what did I do to deserve you?” You give him a tight hug and you both sit to eat. You tell him all about the rough day you had and he shows all his emotions on his face like he usually did: anger when you told him about the people who talked bad about you, worry when you told him about all the work you have, and excitement when you told him that you still felt the presentation went well. Then he told you all about the day he had at work which was usually light hearted as he co-managed the joke emporium with his brother George. He always managed to make you laugh with something crazy that happened. You guys finished eating and took the plates to the kitchen placing them in the sink then Ron used a spell to start washing them.
“What do you feel up to, darling: a bath, a movie, or maybe me?” You giggled at his proposal and rubbed your finger on your chin pretending to think really hard.
“Hmm, what about a massage; my back and feet are killing me.”
“I can make that happen.” He had placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “Go up to the room, I’ll meet you up there.”
“Okay.” You head up the stairs and into the room, you lie face down on the bed placing your head into your arms. Ron walks in a minute or so after with a bottle of oil.
“Well you have to take off your shirt,” he chuckled while giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at him making sure to face away from him while removing your shirt. You quickly lay back down on the bed and soon after Ron drips the warm oil onto your back instantly soothing you. He begins to glide his hands along the sides of your back to your shoulders where he puts pressure and squeezes causing you to let out soft moans.
“You have magic hands Ronnie,” you mumble jokingly. He chuckles quietly and continues to massage the knots out of your shoulders. He then slowly moves his hands down to your lower back and using his thumbs he presses into it and moves out slowly; you gasp lightly feeling loose and calm.
“Did that feel good?” You nod into the bed and he smiles feeling happy he can please you. Ron’s rough yet gentle hands rubbing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your tailbone. You feel as though you're on a cloud and you allow your mind to wonder. You sense his fingers slip into your pants, slowly pulling them down; you think about telling him off but it’s been awhile since you two had been sexually intimate, so you let him continue. His hands caressing your ass; starting from the bottom of your cheeks and squeezing while sliding up. He pulled the spandex waistband of your underwear letting it slap back down onto your waist and swiftly slapping your ass making you tremble. While sliding your pants off all the way, his hand came down a second time leaving you a shade redder.
He smirked at his ability to make you squirm and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Ass up.” You bite your lip, abiding his demand, getting on your knees and arching your back to lift your backside into the air. He ran his thumb under the trim of your underwear, lifting it and planting another slap on your cheek; you jump, letting out a slight squeal.
A pleased grin spread on his face, “You’re so wet for me.” Placing the pad of his finger on the forming wet circle, beginning to rub it; the friction of the fabric against your entrance causing a moan to escape your lips. His fingers traced over your lips gradually moving inwards towards your more sensitive areas; slowly working up the pressure but keeping the same pace.
“Your hands really are magic.”
“That's not all that's magic,” a sly smile forming on lips. He roughly pulled off your underwear revealing just how wet you really were. His tongue gently skimming your thigh until slowly reaching your vagina. You softly call out his name as he draws circles and places kisses; soon after pushing his tongue into you. Sultry breaths and rough hands accompanied by a soft tongue brought a rising heat. Contrasting with the coldness of his fingertips as they explored your legs before placing another slap on your ass, pulling a whine from your throat. His mouth hovered just above your clit, placing gentle kisses around the hood and releasing light slow breaths onto it, making you ache for his tongue on your clit. Your hips seemed to take control attempting to move closer to his mouth; prompting Ron to plant another slap on your already rosy cheek.
“You have to be patient,” he tutted before treating your ass to several quick slaps. The sensations drawing out sounds you were unaware you could make.
“Please,” you whine.
He smirks into your skin and shakes his head, “But I love watching you beg.” His finger trailed from the top of your vulva to the bottom; his breath still seemingly rubbing your clitoral hood. As his finger was just to touch your clit he pulled away skipping over the area then continued down. Every time he did this you whined and squirmed, craving his finger pads on your deprived clit. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the feeling of Ron’s muggy breath and his coarse hands that knew all the spots to make you scream.
“Ronnie, I-”
“You're close, I know.” His voice trailed as he put his tongue back to work making you moan at the sudden warm stimulation. He slowly licked up to your clit and finally allowed it some love. Your voice filled the room and you could feel your climax on the tip of your tongue as could he (literally). You felt as if you were filling up until it spilled over, spreading throughout your body making you shiver and moan Ron’s name. Your legs become wobbly and weak causing you to fall flat back onto the bed. Ron flipped you onto your back and wiped your watery eyes.
“How does my princess feel? Can she take another round?” his hands rubbing your cheeks and head. You felt all the warmth from his body next to yours. You turn your head to face him and biting your lip you nod. He smiles, “We can take a break.” Suddenly you feel a surge of energy from the very last remnants of your orgasm; quickly you straddle Ron who looks shocked but also extremely turned on. You slide his pants down slowly with his boxers in tow, revealing his hard cock.
“It's so perfect. Perfect for me.” You place a kiss on the head, Ron smiles as his cheeks turn a light red. You slide down his legs to make it easier for your mouth to reach. You reached for the oil on the floor and put a bit on your hand. Placing your hand he twitched at the temperature change. You gripped the center and began slowly moving up and down placing kisses along the side.
“Sorry it's cold.” He only mumbled under his breath in response. Your other hand made its way to his balls cupping them and beginning to massage them. Dragging your tongue across the head you heard Ron let out stifled moans, using his hand to cover his mouth. His eyes locked with yours, he seemed nervous but you maintained the contact seemingly making him more sensitive. You smile to yourself as you continue to navigate your tongue around his sensitive head, licking up a bit of precum in the process.
“Does that feel good?” You watched as he brought his hand to grab the back of your head; he lightly tugged your hair letting you know he liked what you were doing. “You need to use your words darling,” you whisper smugly. Using his arm to cover his eyes he mumbled, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes it feels good.” His whines and reactions to your hand and tongue only tempting you to mess him up further; but you want to take your time teasing him until he can’t hold it. You start to quicken your pace as you feel Ron getting closer from his expressive voice and face as well as the abundance of precum flowing from him. His hand gripped to your hair hard pushing himself deeper into your mouth just as he came. You felt it slide down your throat as you swallowed, wiping some from the corner of your lip. You continued to run your hand up and down as he was feeling out the final traces of his climax. “If i’m magic you must be mythical,” he huffed catching his breath. You laughed a bit at his joke and crawled up to his chest laying your head on him.
“I guess I must be.” He stroked the back of your head while planting kisses. Your hand remained on his penis, idly rubbing it through which you felt it regain the stiffness it had just moments ago. You slid back down so that his penis was against your stomach.
“I thought you were tired. And yet here you are taking charge,” He chuckled while sliding a hand on your waist.
“You’ve invigorated me.” You practically beam with confidence; giving him a sly look, you sit up on your knees to guide his dick inside. Placing your hands on his chest you began to roll your hips, looking at his pleasure stained face. You leaned over pressing your lips to his. His fingers snaking to your hair and pulling you away from his lips leaving a trail of saliva. You had stopped moving, catching your breath from his sudden aggression. His hips started to entertain you with small thrusts making you moan. Releasing your hair, he sat up keeping you in his lap. Pressing your foreheads together you breathe heavily into him soon after your lips are locked with his once again. The kiss is deep and messy matching his hip movements; you can feel him getting closer. He quickly flips you onto your back, catching you by surprise. You look upon his face, admiring him: his heavy breath, the way he looks at you, it makes you squirm a little. You move your hand to stimulate your clit as Ron drags his tongue against your neck, making you shiver. Both yours and Ron’s bodies were nearing their limit. A warm and powerful sensation began to overtake your body until it suddenly burst and felt like a wave crashing and soon after dissipating back into the ocean. At the same time you could hear and see Ron climaxing with you. You felt him fill you up and then fall next to you both of you catching your breaths. Ron turns his head to face you, pushing your head to face him.
“Your brilliant-” you glare a bit, “-and beautiful” he whispers quickly as he caresses your cheek. You smile leaning into his hand, your whole face a bit red. Bringing yourself closer to him you lay your head on his chest, allowing you to hear his fast beating heart.
“I think I’ll take tomorrow off.” you chuckle. Looking up you give him a suggestive look, he seems to blush but it's hard to tell as his face is all a pinkish red.
“Y…yeah maybe you should.” He slides his hand down the back of your hair as he speaks, while trying to avoid eye contact.
can u do more ron stuff 🥺🥺 like anything , you’re fulfilling my ron needs🥺
Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Blurb: This is just pure smut with very little plot.
Warnings: Ron calls her a lot of dirty names, mostly slut. Edging and overstimulation, chocking, bit of spanking. Lot’s of teasing and degradation.
A/N: I’m glad I’m fulfilling your Ron needs, it is a big responsibility but I have been working towards this since I first watched/read Harry Potter and realised that I was a slut for Ron Weasley
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he looked down at her over the paper in his hands and smiled as she drew her attention up to his face. She hummed in response and looked back down.
They were sitting in their bed with Ron’s back resting against the backboard. He had one arm around her as she rested her head on his bare chest and the other was holding onto the latest edition of The Daily Prophet. He was relaying to her anything he found humorous and she was listening intently.
But it had been a while since he had spoken and she couldn’t help but let her thoughts wonder. Her mind began to drift to the way his fingers gripped the paper in his hand and the way he was mindlessly tapping it. Fixated on his fingers she couldn’t help the dull ache which began to form in between her legs and she had tried to focus her attention instead on drawing patterns on his chest.
She sighed and tried to focus on the way her fingertips were slightly grazing his chest which was rising up and down with his breaths, but she could still feel his stare on her.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she didn’t look up at him and only hummed again in response, “look at me,” she stared up at him through her eyelashes and let her mouth rest slightly agape as he dropped the paper and brought his hand to hold her head in between his fingers. “What’s wrong?” there was a small smirk forming on his face which led her to believe that he knew exactly what was wrong. He always did. He had told her one night that he knew exactly what she wanted by the way that she touched him and she couldn’t help but stare at him in awe as she hadn’t even realised she had done that.
“I want you to fuck me,” she had tried to look away but his forefinger tapped her cheek to bring her attention back. She had mumbled it, but by the way his grin widened she knew he heard her.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he was trying to act confused, “what did you say?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said it louder and he grinned down at her.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she slightly shook her head as he brought her face closer to his and pressed a soft kiss against her lips which were slightly squished together. “Is that all you want me to do, sweetheart?” he pulled away slightly and she let out a small whimper at the loss of contact.
“I want you to fuck me like,” she paused and he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue, “like,” she bit her lips and could feel the heat rising to her chest.
“Don’t be shy,” he let go of his hold on her face and traced over her lips with his thumb before she continued.
“I want you to fuck me like a slut,” she mumbled out the last word but he didn’t make her repeat it. He only chuckled before repeating, “like a slut?” and she hummed in response.
“How do sluts get fucked?” she looked up at him and gave him a pleading look, not wanting to go into detail of all the dirty things she wanted him to do to her.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, finally being able to look away from him and bringing her attention to the way his chest continued to rise and fall.
“I think you do know,” he scoffed and she could feel another wave of heat flood her chest, “tell me what you want me to do, sweetheart.”
“I want you to choke me,” he brought his hand to her throat.
“Look at me when you talk to me, baby,” she swallowed and he smirked as he felt it against his palm, “only naughty girls like being choked,” he tutted, “didn’t know you were so filthy,” she whimpered, “what else do you want me to do?”
“I want you to,” she paused again as she made sure to maintain eye contact with him, “I want you to use me however you want,” she furrowed her eyebrows and hoped that was a good enough response for him.
“Use you like the little slut you are?” his voice was condescending and he pushed down slightly on her throat as she nodded her head quickly.
“Your little slut,” she repeated, making him grin and let go of his grip on her throat.
“My little slut,” he nodded as he removed his arm which was previously snaked around her shoulders and gripped her hips so he could position her to be leaning against the backboard of the bed. He hovered over her and began pressing soft kisses to her lips letting his hands find their way to the bottom of her shirt and caressing the skin underneath it.
He started playing with the ends of her shit before he pulled back and helped her remove it, allowing his hands to find their way to her breasts as he went back to softly kissing her.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” he asked in between kisses as his hands began to pinch her nipples.
She moaned out as he did so and whimpered out a, ‘yes,’ as she felt him smile into the kiss.
As his hands stopped toying with her nipples he brought them down her hips making her shiver from his soft touch. He immediately helped her out of pyjama shorts leaving her only in her underwear as he brought his hands to caress her hips as he moved his mouth down to her neck.
“Ron,” she moaned out his name and let her hands tug at his hair as he bit into the sensitive skin just under her jawline. He kissed over it before leaving another mark on the other side of her jaw. “People are going to see that,” he pulled away to see her pout and chuckled before asking, “thought you were my pretty little slut?” her eyes widened, “don’t you want everyone to know what you are?” the pout didn’t leave her lips but she quickly nodded her head and he brought his head back down so that he could leave a trail of kisses along her chest and tummy before moving immediately from her hips to her thighs.
He continued kissing her thighs and used his hand to gently squeeze the other one causing her to let out a whine.
“What’s wrong?” his hand was still gripping her thigh.
“I want you,” she tried to move herself closer to him.
“Want me to do what?” she wanted to roll her eyes at the way he grinned.
“I want you to touch me,” she hoped he wouldn’t make her say where.
“Where?” she let out a whine and wriggled her hips making his grip on her thighs tighten.
“You know where,” she sighed as she brought her hips back down to the mattress.
“Do you want me to touch your pretty cunt, baby?” he pulled at the waistband of her underwear and she gasped as he let go and let it hit her skin.
“I want you to touch me on my pretty cunt,” she repeated begrudgingly.
“That’s all you had to say,” he kept one hand on her thigh but removed the other and brought it to hover over her underwear. “You’re already so wet,” he brought his finger down and began lightly stroking it up and down.
“Ron,” she bucked her hips up into his touch, “I need you to touch me properly.”
“I can tell,” he chuckled as he continued to torture her with his soft touch, “already soaking through your underwear and I’ve barely even touched you, sweetheart,” the heat continued to build up and she could feel it rising to her neck.
“Please,” she whined out and Ron let his fingers go under her waistband before bringing them slowly down her legs.
“Is this what you wanted?” he placed his thumb over her bundle of nerves smirking at the way her thighs tensed as he did so, “wanted me to touch your pretty little cunt?”
“Yes,” her breathing was uneven, “thank you,” he kept his thumb there but began teasing her entrance with the tip of his finger, “thank you, Ron,” she screamed out his name as he finally let it enter her.
“Wait,” he brought it back out making her whine at the loss of contact. He held onto her thighs once again and pushed them back so her feet were closer to her head, “there we go,” he smirked, “now I have better access to my little slut.”
He kept his grip on her thighs pushing them as far back as he could and brought his face closer to her heat as she tried to move her hips closer to him under his strong grip.
“You need to be patient baby,” he pressed a soft kiss to her clit making her whine before he began eating her out.
“Yes,” she continued moaning out his name as she felt the way his tongue began to move. The room was full of her moans and the soft wet noises which could be heard from the way Ron was devouring her and soon she could feel the heat reaching her tummy.
“Can I please cum?” she screwed her eyes shut as she felt her breath getting heavy and her legs starting to shake but as soon as she had asked her eyes were wide open and mouth slightly agape.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Ron placed another soft kiss on her clit, “now,” he let go of her thighs, “make sure your legs stay there,” he made sure she maintained eye contact with him as he gave his instructions and and she let her legs open wider so she could do as he said, “I want the best access to my little slut.”
She didn’t even have time to complain about her lack of release because soon Ron’s thumb was back to rubbing her clit as the tip of his fingers began to tease her entrance again. She tried to buck her hips towards his touch but couldn’t in her position, making him chuckle and bring a hand to her throat.
“Does my little slut enjoy that?” he teased as he felt her moan at his actions, “that’s very naughty,” he mocked as he continued teasing her entrance.
“Please, faster,” her voice was soft due to his grip on her throat but he complied and let his finger enter her making her moan out his name.
“So wet for me,” he commented as he tauntingly removed his finger and waiting a moment before entering her again, “such a messy little cunt,” he pushed his thumb down on her clit before picking up his pace and adding an extra finger making her scream out his name as he easily found the spongy spot which made her see stars.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he pushed down on her throat as she struggled to keep her eyes open, “remember to tell me when you’re close.”
“I’m close!” having already been so sensitive and desperate and from the way that Ron’s fingers were moving skillfully fast it didn’t take long before she could feel the heat in her tummy and she squirmed as Ron pulled his fingers out. He let go of his grip from her throat as he pulled away and put his fingers in his mouth.
“Taste so good baby,” he put them in her mouth before using his other hand to hold onto her thighs and move them down so she could relax her legs. She sucked on his fingers and he left them there as he struggled to get his pants off with one hand.
He managed and soon all she could look at was his red and hard dick which he was already positioning to tease her entrance.
“Gonna fuck you like a little slut, yeah?” she nodded with his fingers still in her mouth as he tapped the tip of his cock teasingly on her entrance. He positioned himself and pushed her legs so they were straight up, holding onto her ankles as he began thrusting into her.
As she screamed out his name he removed his fingers from her mouth and he gave a small slap to the bit of ass which he had access to.
“Yes,” her breathing was uneven, “right there Ron,” he again easily found the spongy spot which instantly made her legs shake and he brought his other hand to rub at her clit. Her body shook with each thrust and soon she was yelling, “I’m going to cum,” she let out a breath,”Ron, I need to cum.”
“No,” but his hips were still slamming into her and he was still teasing her clit, “you’re going to wait just a little longer, sweetheart.”
“I can’t,” she whined out.
“You will,” but his thrusts were only getting faster and soon her hand was trying to push his away and her legs were shaking and she was letting out a chorus of ‘no’s’ and gasping out Ron’s name.
He immediately pulled out and slapped her clit.
“Didn’t I tell you not to cum?” he looked at her expectantly as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks and she tried to regain her breath.
“I’m sorry,” she was pouting, “I couldn’t stop myself, you were fucking me too good.”
“Greedy little slut,” he murmured as he slapped her clit again, “and messy too,” another slap, “squirting like a whore,” she whimpered, “turn around,” she positioned herself on her tummy, “hands and knees,” he pulled on her hips as she brought herself up to bring her closer to him and she couldn’t help but squeal.
“Your pussy is throbbing,” his voice was condescending and she let out a whimper as his hands tightened around her hips. He removed one hand to tease her entrance and mock at how wet she was before he snapped his hips into her and began kneading the skin on her bottom.
“I’m too sensitive,” she cried out, but he continued thrusting.
“Should have thought about that before you came like the little whore you are,” she arched her back and whined as he slapped her ass.
“I’m going to cum,” she whined out.
“That didn’t take long did it slut?” he asked as he moaned out her name when she clenched around him, “cum on my cock, baby.”
“Thank you,” her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, “thank you,” she tried to regain her breath but he kept thrusting into her making her scream out his name once more.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked as he continued to let his hand fall down on her ass, “to be fucked like the needy whore you are?”
“Your needy whore,” she murmured out letting her head rest on the mattress in front of her as she felt her legs go weak once more.
“Am I fucking you that good?” his voice was condescending and he brought his hand to her hair and grabbed a fistful of it to lift her head up, “you were the one who came without permission so you’ll take it like a good slut, won’t you?”
“Going to take you like a good slut,” her mouth was slightly agape and all she could focus on was the tingling sensation on her clit as Ron told her to cum again as he continued to hit all the right spots.
“Are you going to cum again without permission?” he asked as his hips continued slamming into her.
“I’m too sensitive,” she tried to move away from him but his grip on her hair and his other hand still squeezing her hips prevented any movement.
“Answer my question,” he slapped her ass again harder than he had before, “are you going to cum again without permission?”
“No,” she couldn’t keep her eyes open and she was glad Ron was holding her up because her body was going weak, “please,” her breath was quickening, “cum?” he chuckled at her inability to form a full sentence and began coaxing her to, “cum on my cock again pretty girl,” and she gasped as she felt her legs shake and scrunched up her eyes, “going to cum with you, yeah?” and soon he was moaning out her name and grunting as she began clenching around him and could feel his warm cum fill her up as she came for the fourth time.
He released his grip as she let out a whimper and let her body collapse onto the mattress. She let out a whimper as he pressed a gentle kiss to her clit.
“One more baby,” his hands were back on her hips so he could help her move onto her back, “I know you can do it,” he placed a soft kiss upon her pouted lips, “you’re doing so good for me and I just want to taste you one more time, yeah?” she nodded but there were tears threatening to spill as her legs jolted from the stimulation as his tongue began to tease her.
She tried to move her hips away from him, “I’m too sensitive,” a few small tears fell from the sides of her eyes and Ron moved his hands so that one was resting across her hips to hold her down while the other reached up to hold her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.
“Can feel you’re close baby,” he said against her heat and she moaned as she felt the vibrations of his voice, “cum when you’re ready,” she let out a groan and soon Ron’s grip on her hips were tightening as she squeezed his hand and thrashed her hips, allowing herself to come undone for him once more. As soon as she finished riding out her orgasm Ron pushed himself up so he was hovering over.
“Did so good for me baby,” he was kissing all over her face and pushing the hair that was sticking to her forehead behind her ears, “so proud of you,” his hand was still intertwined with hers.
“Thank you,” she murmured in between kisses making him smile.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah sweetheart?” he let go of her hands so he could pick her up and carried her to their bathroom so he could clean her up while he continued to praise her until her mind began to clear up again.
The flames were familiar, if the city itself wasn’t. But the city wasn’t unfamiliar. It was difficult to tell amid the smoke and flames, but he knew this place. It took him a moment to recall.
Falenas. The forest city of the wood elves. The new home of the sky elves.
Evelynn’s home.
The same panic that filled him nine hundreds years prior threatened to overwhelm him now. He hadn’t known what it was then, the fear he had felt at the prospect of losing Evelynn. He knew it now, though, and he knew it well. That fear spurred him forward now. He had to find her.
He could hear screaming all around him. Screams of fear, of grief, of pain. Screams he desperately wanted to find and help.
He had to find Evelynn.
Trees were falling, flaming branches crashing about him from the canopy above. He pushed forward, doing his best to block out the cries, climbing around, over the flaming debris. Ignore the smell of burning. Trees, plants, flesh—
He tried desperately to shut off his scent receptors. It didn’t work. The smells grew stronger, the screams louder. He continued regardless.
He found his path suddenly blocked as two wyverns crashed through the flaming remains of a garden toward him. They weren’t traditional wyverns. Metal wyverns. Their fangs and claws dripped with red, the blood of their victims, gore splattered across their wings and chests, glinting grimly in the glow of their red cores.
He held forth his hand, prepared to unleash eldritch power at them before they reached him. He was alarmed to find that nothing happened and was promptly thrown to the ground as the robotic wyverns crashed into him. He hit the ground hard, and he was glad for a brief moment that he had no breath to have knocked out of him. Drawing his sword was a task made difficult by the creatures upon him. One had one of his legs in its mouth and was pulling one direction, and the other had hold of the shoulder of his sword arm. He could use both arms equally well, but his sword was stored in the wrong place to make retrieving it now easy to accomplish.
After far too long, he managed to draw his blade, realizing too late that something was wrong. He stabbed at the creature gripping his leg, the blade glancing off its metal casing with a resounding clang.
The creatures responded by biting deeper and pulling harder. The one that had his leg mostly had hold of the roots at his knee and was the primary source of concern to him. His opinion changed considerably when a portion of his chest compartment collapsed, the grinding of stone against metal threatening to be his death knell.
He slashed wildly at the wyvern at his shoulder, hacking desperately at the gaps in the plating around its neck. The creature eventually released him, roaring in frustration, if not pain. It repositioned, slamming down on his ruined shoulder with its claws, roaring again in his face. It snapped angrily at his sword as he continued to swing it.
“Teer!” a voice called, weak but nearby.
He turned desperately toward the source of the cry, his view obscured by angry metal wyverns. Between its legs, he saw her. She was being dragged forward, one leg clearly broken, blood running down her face, her clothes soaked with her own blood.
“You still seek to defend them,” came the cold, metallic voice of her captor. “They enslaved us, and still you protect them.”
He tried to respond, but in that moment, the wyvern went for his neck, its sharp teeth digging deeply into the vines there. It ripped at them, and he heard something snap.
“Their ways remain, passed along to their descendents, ingrained in their coding. They will not change,” Harbinger stated, dragging the elderly elf along to be better in view. He examined the damaged warforged who continued to be mauled by the wyvern. The red glow of his core illuminated his helm eerily amid the glow of the fires around them. “The only solution is to eliminate them.”
“Teer!” Evelynn called again, reaching toward him, trying to pull away from Harbinger, desperation in her voice. “Please, Teer!”
He struggled, striking furiously at the wyvern. He had to reach her, he had to save her. The metal blade seeming to do less and less damage with each blow. His arm was losing strength. He was confident the vines in his leg had been torn to shreds, the wyvern having moved to his other leg. The beast working on his neck had him pinned in such an awkward position that he could no longer strike at them with any efficiency.
“Lé̘t̘͙̞͗͌͂̚͟ ̛̹̳̱͖́̆͘h͔̽̌͟ē̼̗̳̃͂r̛͍ ͉͓͛͊g̛̖̱͕̦̏̚̚ỏ̻͙̂!” he cried.
“Gladly,” Harbinger said. The soft fwoom of his energy sword appearing, hovering mere inches from the woman. She screamed, trying one last time to pull free.
He cried out in pain as the glowing blade cut short Evelynn’s own cry. Her body fell limply to the ground, blood pooling quickly beneath her. He froze, unable to stop focusing on the still form of his friend and charge. He barely noticed as his mask was ripped away, the vines protecting his neck shredded.
Harbinger stepped over the fresh corpse toward him. Kneeling down beside him, he brought the blade close to the cracked rune on the fallen warforged’s neck. “It is a shame you were not able to see the truth before your demise,” he intoned, changing the angle of his blade to strike. “Farewell.”
Darkness enveloped him, then became bright light as flames and screams faded away, replaced by a soft jingling, the creaking of wood, and the soft crunching of gravel and dirt. As his vision returned, he saw the concerned faces of Plosi and Lei looking up at him.
“Turns out warforged really weren’t meant to sleep,” Akaros whispered, some concern leaking into his voice.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Slight AU drabble that is kind of with the RWI universe, but not quite, takes place where reader and Toshinori have an established relationship. It’s a little late for the holidays, but I hope everyone enjoys reading it anyway!
Christmas Cake. A delicious, traditional confectionery to enjoy with loved ones, or a rude term to insinuate someone is well passed their prime. And people thought Toshinori was sensitive about his age.
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Oops, here have my DnD character Mint (who is a Sorcerer / Bard I would like to add) drawn in the Looney Toon’s style, whilst wielding his electrical sword he enchanted.
I find drawing Dungeons and Dragons characters as toon’s like this or early cartoon styles, much more enjoyable than my normal style.
Disclosure: some spanking, praise kink, light choking, pet names.
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley
Context: You (witch, sorry boys) are already in a relationship with Ron and are currently at the burrow. It is late and Ron went to shower but you were feeling aroused and thought you could do it quickly while he was in the shower.
Y/NN = Your nickname
The bed was lumpy but soft; it made me feel warm, especially after the busy day I had. I rolled over from having my face buried in the pillow to be on my back. I looked up at Ron, he was on his way out of the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" I say curiously, tilting my head slightly.
"Shower," He said bluntly
"Really, this late?"
"I'm filthy, y/nn."
"But the bed's so warm-" I move my body into a suggestive position "-and i'm in it."
He blushed a bit letting out a small laugh; while shaking his head he walked out the door. I crossed my arms in a pout, I was feeling very horny and impatient. I got off the bed and stuck my head out the door, peering into the stairwell. I could only see darkness in both directions. I closed the door moving back to the bed, what if I just took care of it myself? I pulled out my wand to cast the muffliato charm, failing to think about locking the door; then I got myself comfortable on Ron's bed. I could smell him and it made me want him even more. I quickly removed my pants and underwear and began to touch myself in all my erogenous areas. I let out husky breaths of pleasure, losing concept of when and where I was. The feeling of my fingers was both hot and cold as I ran them across my body.
Suddenly, the door opened. Ron stepped in wearing only some loose pajama pants. He noticed me on the bed and what I was doing. My face flushed and I yanked the blanket over my body and face. He walked over to the bed and sat to my right while placing one arm near my left side. I lowered the blanket to just below my eyes to reveal Ron staring from right above me. The tops of his ears were red, cute, I thought to myself.
He smirked, "Why'd you stop?" I looked at him and pulled the blanket back over my eyes but he stopped me and pulled it down.
"You left me all alone," I sat up and leaned in close to his face. "What else was I supposed to do, when you know I'm impatient," I whined. He rolled his eyes playfully and placed his hand on my chin pulling me in. Our lips touched, and I could feel the heat of his mouth. Shifting a bit closer to each other he placed his hand on the back of my neck. His tongue finding its way into my mouth and intertwining with mine. The moment lasted until we pulled apart to catch our breaths'.
"Don't let me keep you from your pleasure, bunny," He whispered against my neck as he ran down it with kisses.
"B...but I need you to do it."
"You were doing just fine before I walked in," he positioned himself behind me. I was sitting in his lap still exposed with my head on his shoulder.
"I want to watch you," he said with a sort of stutter but I could tell he was trying to sound demanding. Ron grabbed my wrist and led it down so my fingers hovered over my clit.
"Baby, but this feels-" I moved only my eyes to look at him "-degrading."
"I thought that's what you liked," he said back playfully. I bit my lower lip, throbbing after hearing his words. He released my wrist and I began to touch myself feeling the hot and cold sensations of pleasure again. His hands began to trace my body's sensitive areas causing me to bend to his movements. Our lips met again as he brought his hand under my shirt to my breast and pinched my nipple. The stimulation of his rough fingers created a symphony of whines and moans from my mouth. My own hand continued to stimulate my clit while my other tried to reach for Ron's—he stopped me by grabbing my hand.
"You have to ask for it," he said assertively. I rolled over so that I was face to face with him.
"C'mon bunny, you're a big girl.
"Don't get all shy on me now."
I placed my hands on his shoulders, "I want you to—"
"Want me to do what, use your words."
"—to make me yours-" I paused, and looked down, "-to put it inside me," I blushed through the last part of that sentence. He helped me pull off my shirt then quickly pushed me down so that he was on top. He held my wrists above me and used his other hand to lower his pants.
I twitched in excitement and unthinkingly I said almost pleading, "Just fuck me, I can't wait anymore."
"Good girl." His words melted me. He released my wrists while I rested my left leg on his shoulder.
“You know the safe word.”
“Yes.”
He grabbed my right ankle as I placed my newly freed hand on his hard dick and helped him guide it in. He let out a low groan as he entered me all the way, "I'm going to move y/nn." I nodded in understanding while he began thrusting into me. I gripped the bed sheets while calling his name and squirming every time he planted a slap on my ass.
As he brought his hand down for the fifth time he asked, “Does my good girl like when I slap her ass?” I didn’t answer immediately as i was lost in the motion of his hips. Impatient, he placed his hand to my neck and squeezed it.
“Now, does my good girl like when I slap her ass?”
I quickly looked at him with my eyes and said “I love it,” in a whimper. He grinned and released his grip on my throat. Then he began to hit my most sensitive spot. I gripped the bed sheets even tighter as my mind got lost in the sensations. Moving my leg from his shoulder Ron leaned into my pleasure stained face and began to trail kisses from my lips to my neck.
In between my gasps and whines I managed to moan, “I’m close.”
“Me too Bunny, come whenever you’re ready baby,” I reached to stimulate my clit as his thrusts quickened. My back arched as I reached my climax, Ron pulled out and almost immediately used his fingers to help me ride out my orgasm while his cum dripped onto my belly.
“Are you okay?” He brushed away the hair stuck to my face. I nodded with closed and watery eyes still feeling a lingering orgasmic pleasure. A smile spread across his face as he planted kisses on my forehead while caressing my head; and whispering praises. I smiled, feeling fulfilled and loved.
