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tamaharu · 6 months ago

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have you ever held a snake? its cool how their bodies work. anyways this isnt good but i was losing my mind over not writing anything this summer so approx 850wds of hiccup and toothless (mostly hiccup) trying to figure out how a body works prior to a prosthetic.

The first thing Hiccup learns about the body is that you don't notice how it all works until you're already looking for it.

The second thing Hiccup learns about the body is that it is immaculately designed.

Oh, sure, there are flaws. On humans, this includes soft skin that can easily break, teeth that can rot and corrupt the mind with them, and an infuriating lack of natural weaponry compared to most other animals. Narrowing it down further, Hiccup can point to a few personal flaws, size and stature chief among them.

But, on an architectural level - and Hiccup, who is, among other things, something of a self-taught engineer - he can appreciate the thought Odin must've put into it.

Bones that feed in together, muscle stretching and compressing without even having to think about it, organs packed together but hardly straining, joints swinging on their axels - it's interesting, what you can feel if you pay attention to it.

Only, he's not trying to get a feel for his human body. There are a lot of things he can notice about it, a lot less he can fix. No, it's on his mind because he's paying heed to something much more important than his own body: Toothless' body.

It's all well and good to design a tailfin based on sheer observation, prior knowledge of aerodynamics, and sheer stubbornness, but if you want a prosthetic to work, you have to pay attention not only to the look of the lost limb, you have to watch for the way that limb was supposed to work with the rest of the body surrounding it.

After the first failed flying attempt - only half-failed, Hiccup reminds himself, trying not to get overwhelmed before he's even truly begun - Hiccup spends more time watching and feeling than designing. It's hard for any Viking to sit back and wait rather than brute force his plans, but in the same way they only half-failed, Hiccup feels like at this point he's only half-Viking, and he has to adapt to a strangely dragon-like patience if he wants to get anywhere.

He still brings Toothless fish, and they start to play with more abandon now that they've reached a middle ground, which helps put him in frequent physical contact with the dragon. Seeing the way a muscle moves and feeling the way a muscle moves under his hands as Toothless swings his tail is just as different as watching from a distant cliffside and watching from right next to him.

Toothless grumbles when he puts his hands on him, but Hiccup just grumbles back, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, turn over. I want to see how the muscles on your underside tense when you do that." If Toothless doesn't want Hiccup prodding, he's a giant firebreathing lizard who can damn well get the boy to leave him alone if he tries. Still, fair's fair, and in return, even though Hiccup has a reason and Toothless very much does not, he lets the dragon prod at his body too, via snout and paws.

Between the two of them, the pair quickly learns where the other is ticklish, where there are complete no-go spots, where it really hurts to receive deliberate pressure, and where it really doesn't. Additional lessons include the staying power of dragon spit (much to Hiccup's displeasure and Toothless' amusement, it does not wash out), the power of opposable thumbs in satisfying itches (much, much better than Toothless' clumsy claws), and the different ways they keep warm (he can produce fire, but Toothless is cold-blooded at the end of the day and Hiccup is not, so they each bask in each other's warmth as necessary).

It's more information than Hiccup could've ever dreamed about when he went looking for Night Furys in the Book of Dragons, nearly overwhelmingly so, and the only thing that doesn't make him start babbling from insanity is that he's fairly sure it's just as strange to Toothless, too. Who knows when the last time a human and a dragon both got to examine a living specimen was? Hiccup has half a mind to believe they're the first, and it only makes him more excited to throw himself into his work.

Eventually, he thinks he's got the right details, pretty sure he knows the way Toothless' fin tail positions itself more accurately than even the dragon knows by instinct. It reminds him of when he was five and held a snake for the first time - smaller than the dragon but reptilian all the same - and felt the way it tensed its joints and muscle so deliberately to inch across his arm. He'll have to keep tweaking, considering the movement as he flies won't be the same as he's learned on land, but it's enough, it has to be enough.

It's crazy, but Hiccup thinks he knows enough about dragon anatomy to make this tail thing work.

Months later, he thanks Odin that when Toothless helps bite off the damaged half of his left leg, the dragon knows just as much about human anatomy in return to leave him his knee.

#THIS ISNT GOOD. but i was holding my snake and was like waow the ways the muscles contract is so cool.. bet hiccup thought it was cool too..#and. i have not really written anything this summer. and its been making be go badonkers crazy. aaah. aaaaaah. so heres something anything.#selk.write

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chiosblog · 1 year ago

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Straight up not having a good day and then boom, the package i was ferally waiting for came in the mail

Now my brain is exploding from joy

#good #aaaaaah #its hereee #now i will have to wait till xmas to open it ajfksnhskdn #the whiplash im experiencing man

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thesundowncrew · 29 days ago

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It was strange waking up to a house with other living creatures rustling and bustling inside of Sundown after centuries of solitude.

At first light, Sow'in stepped outside the home and inspected the perimeters of Sundown. He walked the grounds checking the green, the protective barriers, gauging the strength of magick within the vicinity. Taking care of Sundown was one of his main and absolute priorities and that included the health of the physical isle itself. Sow'in carried out his routines as usual but spent his quiet moments observing the two when he could.

The little one seemed to be getting used to the place and requesting Sundown for whatever else she needed; the isle was more than happy to oblige. The boy spent most of his time studying in their room. If he wasn't studying, he was sleeping or spending time with the littler one. When Sow'in was present, both children instinctively tried to take up as little space as possible, giving the ghoul a wide berth. Still, he noticed on more than one occasion one of the children, or both, looking at him hesitantly. As if they had questions at the tip of their tongues but dared not ask them.

Sow'in still had the habit of staying up past the witching hours, working by candlelight, so it was no surprise he was aware of Bran's strange movements last night. Even if Sundown hadn't reported to him, he could watch them from the mirrors. He wondered if he should ask the boy about it or to give it more time and observe him in secret. He decided on the latter. Due to their newest arrangements, he would use his questions carefully.

"Bran," the ghoul called, standing at his work desk in the den. He was without his cloak but still dressed in black from head to toe, his ivory arms visible from the elbows. Sow'in gestured with a clawed hand. "Come. I have a question and a task for you, if you are able."

Bran awoke to something soft on his back.

He blinked the blurriness from his vision and inwardly scolded himself for dozing off. Puzzled, he stared at the cardigan in his hands. Who had placed it on him? Nettie? No, she couldn’t have snuck into the room and left without waking him. Sow'in? No… surely not.

Then… maybe the island itself again. He hummed, quiet, then draped it over the back of his chair.

The rest of the day passed without further incident. Nettie colored more, read more in her book. She enjoyed dinner when it arrived. Bran joined her briefly for a small amount of his own food before resuming his studies. Eventually, both children went to bed. A small stack of Nettie’s drawings now sat on Bran’s desk. (She had gifted them to him, and Bran had given her a smile and compliments in return.)

Perhaps napping earlier had been a mistake. Sleep did not come easily for the boy this time. He dreamt of drowning in dirt and vines, of being buried alive. Of countless hands catching him, gripping, tearing.

He awoke with a jolt and sat upright in bed, gasping and clutching his chest, pale face sticky with sweat. His fearful gaze flicked to Nettie’s side of the room. She stayed sound asleep, snuggled into the blankets. Her side rose and fell with peaceful breaths. A sigh of relief left Bran to see he hadn’t disturbed her.

Restlessness prickled through him — a suffocating feeling of being trapped. It pushed him from his bed. He found himself leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him. Bare feet padded down the stairs and carried him to the ‘front door’ of the abode.

He pressed his palm against the wood and inhaled shakily. Despite the lateness of the night and the unfamiliar forest, the urge to run pulsed in his chest. An internal magnet pulling him elsewhere.

… No. No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave Nettie.

What was he doing? He shook his head, still half-caught in dreams, and went to the kitchen. A glass of water eased the dryness in his mouth, at least.

Go back to the room, he told himself as he sat at the kitchen table, staring at his half-empty glass and trying to ignore the fragments of nightmare lingering in his memory. Try to sleep again. Tomorrow was another day. He needed any energy he could get.

#hearthtales #AAAAAAH SO MANY EMOTIONS #the parallels between the two!!! they make me so ill!!! in a good way!!!#also Nettie just having the time of her life with her new island bestie gives me joy #meanwhile Bran has to deal with *gestures at scary Sammy* that #also!! its the first time ever he's called Bran by name xDDD #CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AT ITS FINEST

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hauntingblue · 1 year ago

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Robin screaming in the face of death that she is still alive.... and then being reassured that someone is coming for her...

#HE WONT GET AWAY WITH IT ROBIN!!! HOLD ON!!!!#YEAAAH YEAAAAH RIGH ON THE BULLSEYE FUCK HIM UP!!!!!!#franky took one for the team #its usopp omg #FUCK HIM UPPP #robin scared she is going to die and the first thing she sees is a speedo.... good for her #ROBIN DONT SLAP. PUNCH... SIX HANDS UP HIS ASS TOO. DONT HOLD BACK #THR FUCKING BUSTER CALL. AAAAAAH #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 301

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frenchkisstheabyss · 5 months ago

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♡ ＳｗｅｅｔｅｓｔＰｉｅ ♡

♡ Pairing: sex worker!mingyu x chubby!fem!sex worker!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Word Count: 3.2k-ish

♡ Summary: While spending the weekend at a mansion in the Hollywood Hills, a risky late night comment of yours draws the attention of your crush who happens to be in the same city and wants to see if you're all talk or about that action.

♡ Warnings: you're both spicy content creators, drinking, unprotected sex, Gyu's dick is kinda really huge, size kink for sure, stretching, riding, rough sex, doggystyle, clit play, ass slapping, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating/swallowing, dirty talk, switch Gyu/reader

♡ A/N: I usually put a sweet artistic statement in this space but I don't have a sweet artistic statement. I have a hot girl playlist and Mingyu's existence which is exactly how we ended up here. It's Mingyu, for the love of goddess, can you blame me?

This was never where you thought you’d end up. When you joked with your best friend, a successful OnlyFans girl, about starting one if your job kept working your nerves you hadn’t imagined actually doing it. Yet here you are, 8 months after that tipsy girl’s night, with a hefty following on social media and enough subscribers to never have to set foot in that job ever again.

Like any other job it has its ups and downs but having your best friend there to help you navigate it early on makes it feel like lightwork now. Plus it’s so easy to ignore your haters when your bank account’s as stacked as it is.

For the first time in your life it’s optional to check pricetags, you can literally have whatever you want. Some things you don’t even have to pay for, they’re just dropped in your lap simply because you are who you are.

That’s precisely how you scored yourself a weekend at this million dollar home in the Hollywood Hills. You’d passively mentioned during a custom video for one of your fans how hot you found it that he owned so much property.

“I’ve never played with my pussy in a mansion before” you pouted cutely, a vibrator whirling away inside you on its lowest setting. It wasn’t hint dropping as much as you wanted to stroke his ego but he took it as a chance to impress you, offering you a getaway at one of his places while he went on vacation for business.

You’d be doing him a favor, he insisted, because he hated to leave the place empty for so long. The ego boost was more than enough compensation on his part that he didn’t feel like you owed him anything. Good because as a rule you do not fuck customers. You don’t even do content with other people in your industry. Everything’s solo. Always.

“Show us the top but off” you giggle, reading through the comments on your Instagram live. You do a quick spin, showing off your barely there bikini top. “There it is but it’s not coming off. You guys are gonna get me banned.”

You only arrived a few hours ago and, exhausted from travel, decided that you’d rather spend the night in the jacuzzi out back than venture out to some crowded bar. This weekend is about relaxation after all and what’s more relaxing than sipping champagne in this warm bubbling water under the starry night sky?

It began to feel a little lonely though, you’re so used to having your best friend with you on these trips, so you decided to prop your phone up on the edge of the hottub and go live for a little bit.

Reading through the comments, you get caught up in conversation about a million random topics. There’s suggestions for the best restaurants in LA, debates over if aliens are real or not, and even a quick KPop Smash or Pass game before someone brings you to a topic that has your heart thumping harder than an EDM festival.

Your rule on sleeping with other creators is a hard “No”, this everyone already knows, but when it comes to one man in particular that rule’s nonexistent.

100_karat_xo Gyu saw your retweet 👀 youngxkwonskitty He’s coming over here aaaaaah!!!

You nearly choke on your next sip of champagne, watching the chat go wild as the memory of a recent drunken retweet hits you like a wrecking ball.

Your introduction to who Kim Mingyu was had been innocent enough. You were scrolling your feed one night and saw a video of a bunch of guys dancing. They were just fucking around really but they were genuinely talented and hot as hell so you had to do a little independent research to figure out who they were.

Mingyu was the one who caught your eye the most with his beautifully tanned skin and a face so gorgeous it hurts to look at. It only worsened the situation when you stumbled upon his spicy account and found out he had the deadly combo of a body Greek gods would envy and a cock that’d have you walking funny for days. Who needs to walk straight anyway? You followed him on everything immediately, nearly died when he followed you back, and it’s been non stop flirting since.

The two of you even ran into each other at a few parties where things would almost get hot and heavy but never ventured beyond a cute little makeout session. It’s painfully obvious both of you want something more though.

The most recent evidence came when Mingyu posted a video of himself seated in a chair facing a mirror wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. No shirt, nothing under the pants, just that muscular sunkissed chest and a mouthwatering dick print.

You were weak in the knees from the sight of that alone but when his hand started moving in his lap, his palm smoothing over the long, thick print, you went feral. Mingyu’s caption asked, “Who does this belong to?” and the shots of Soju in your system that night had you responding, “Me!” before you could think better of it. That was a week ago and you must’ve pushed it to the back of your mind because you haven’t thought about it since. But Mingyu has.

“Coming over here? What do you mean?” you ask, slinking down into the water as if it’ll somehow make you invisible. You get your answer immediately when a familiar name appears in the chat.

dongangu.daddy Hey beautiful

“Mingyu! Stop! What are you doing here?” you squeal, a hand thrown over your mouth to hide the uncontrollable smile his arrival brings to your face. As if there’s a way to conceal how giddy you are over this man. Two words from him and your whole aura changes. You were glowing before but now you’re radioactive.

jeonghanssimp95 my worlds collide omfg _horanghaeheaux_ Can you both marry me?

dongangu.daddy has requested to join

Your eyes widen at Mingyu’s request, not expecting to be put on the spot like this. It’s not that you don’t want to see him. You’d look at that face every day if you could—beside you, on top of you, under you—but you’re mortified of swooning over him in front of this many people.

Finally deciding that your retweet did all it could do to expose you for being down bad for Mingyu, you dry your hands on a nearby towel and accept his request. Another screen pops up below yours. There’s some darkness at first, a few seconds of shuffling, and then Mingyu’s displayed in all of his bare chested glory.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” he teases, shifting to a more comfortable position in bed. Of course he had to be shirtless. Of course he had to be in bed. Fuck your sanity.

Your brain has to shake off a five second delay before you can answer. “You just got on and already you’re picking on me. I’m about to revoke your privileges, sir.”

Mingyu laughs off your comment, confident that you’re bluffing. You are. “No, don’t do that. I’m sorry” he pouts, raking his fingers through his short dark hair, “I just expected you to be happier to see me.”

“I am happy to see you but you can’t come on my live talking your shit.”

“I thought you liked it when I talk my shit” he smiles, recalling all of the X rated texts you’ve exchanged over the past few months.

You shrug, mindlessly twirling your hair, “Talking is cute buuut actions are better.”

The true meaning of “action” is clear for you both. Mingyu’s wanted action with you from day one, spam liking your posts the moment he saw that you followed him. You had the prettiest face, the sweetest smile, and your body was so soft and plush he couldn’t stop fantasizing about getting his hands on you. You were even more irresistible in person and that knowledge has had him on a mission to make you his ever since. A mission he’s not willing to give up on easily.

“Action? I can do that. I heard you’re in LA” he says, the white sheet around him falling away as he sits up in bed, “I am too. If you aren’t busy, maybe we could see each other tonight.”

“Oh, y-you wanna see me? And do what?” you stutter, going in for another nervous sip only to find that the glass is empty. You were not prepared to be this thirsty for a drink or for him.

Mingyu tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes flicking down to take in what he can of your figure peeking out from the water. His heart begins to race, his cock stiffening at the way your lush breasts bob above the surface, droplets of water decorating your cleavage like diamonds.

“You tell me, babe. What do you wanna do?”

His question soaks your bikini bottoms with a new type of moisture, your pulse already racing. What do you wanna do? With Kim Mingyu? What don’t you wanna do?

“Gyu, aaah, fuck. It’s so…so…mmm” you whine, sinking lower onto Mingyu’s cock.

Your fingers trace his abs, your pink and blue ombre acrylics nicking his skin as your pussy relaxes to take the next inch of his cock. You’d seen it in pictures, even felt his bulge once or twice in person, but having him inside of you? Nothing could’ve prepared you for this stretch or for how full you’d feel after only a few inches. There’s still a couple more to go and you’re already shaking like you’re ready to cum.

“Keep going, baby. You’re taking it so well” he praises, hands cradling your hips to help you take him at your own pace.

He isn’t in a rush to fuck you. That was never an intention of his. Mingyu’s more than pleased to lay here with you in bed, your fluffy thighs snug around his waist, and enjoy the view from below. And what a view it is. The faces you make are too cute for words. They make him want to hold you close and protect you from the rest of the world. At the same time, they’re the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. And, coupled with those little whines of yours, they give him the ravenous urge to fuck your brains out. Every last cell.

“Don’t wanna wait anymore” you moan, leaning back with your arms behind you, palms resting on his legs. “I need it all.”

He smooths his hands down your thighs and back up again, “Anything for you.”

One thrust of his hips and you’re seeing stars. Mouth wide open. Eyes watering. It’s the fullest you’ve ever felt and you can only piece together a string of broken moans as your body adjusts to the new sensation.

Mingyu smiles up at you, beaming with pride at what he’s done to you. “Too much for you?” he teases, his thumb stroking a solitary tear away from your cheek.

You shake your head, never the kind of girl to reject a challenge. Breathing in deep, you steady yourself, raising your hips and slowly lowering them back down in a motion that has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Oh god, fuck” he groans not just at how perfectly your walls hug him and not just at you being wet enough to make that hottub outside look like the desert. Every move you make hits the perfect spot, your body titled at the exact angle required to make him feel like you’re stealing his soul straight from his body.

Keeping your pace, you lean forward and lick your way up his abs, sprinkling kisses across his chest. Mingyu can pretend that it doesn’t tickle in a way he likes much more than he thought he would but his body’s a dead giveaway. His muscles contract beneath your kisses, his length pulsing against your walls. You can almost hear his heart pounding through his chest.

“Too much for you?” you taunt, smiling up at him, your walls purposefully clenching even tighter around his cock.

Mingyu bites his lip, staring down at you like a meal he’s prepared to devour. The fire in his eyes makes your heart jump. Teasing him back has consequences and you can tell you’re about to suffer them.

“Nah, I want more” he growls and two strong arms close around your body, one at your back and the other at your waist. Keeping you flush against his chest, he spreads his legs and buries himself even deeper into your needy core. If you thought you were seeing stars before, there's galaxies now.

Mingyu holds you like he loves you, cradling you gently while he fucks you like he hates you, and with your arms pinned to your sides all you can do is take it. Waves of heat wash over your figure, the tingling of your nipples brushing his chest sending sparks through your system. There’s no talking back now, only fragments of his name rolling from your tongue.

“M-min…” you whine, crumbling as the thick head of his cock bumps your sweet spot. You can feel his warm precum leaking into you, mixing with your arousal to make every movement all the smoother.

“M-min” he coos, reaching a hand up to brush away the hair sticking to your pretty face, “Having a hard time talking back, sweetheart?”

Your eyes are hypnotizing on a regular day but he must admit that there’s something special about seeing them so dazed and glossed over all for him. He grabs the back of your neck with just the right amount of pressure, lifting you away from him enough that he shifts angles inside of you. It’s such a small change in position but it’s more than enough to have you squirming, mindlessly rocking your hips against his.

“I didn’t know I had such a greedy girl on my hands” he says, tracing your jaw with feathery kisses. In a split second the room’s spinning on its head and you find yourself face down on the sheets with your arms held behind your back.

Mingyu slaps your ass and the sting gets you up on shaky knees. He doesn’t even need to tell you what he wants because you want it too. Teasing his cock at your entrance, he takes his time savoring the way that your juices drip all over him, your pussy already clenching in anticipation.

He runs the head along your slit, dipping it up to roll across that perky little clit of yours. He keeps you like this so long you’re drooling onto the pillow, clenching and dripping down his length and he isn’t even inside of you yet.

Not one to be outdone, you drop your hips down, slipping him right up to your entrance. You sink back on him an inch or so, popping his head right inside of you. You hear a sharp inhale and feel his body give out on him for a second. You move your hips in a circular motion, teasing him with the sight of you stretching yourself open with his cock.

“I thought you said you wanted more” you giggle, shaking your ass in the cutest way.

Mingyu slaps it again, gripping your hips, “So she can still speak. We gotta change that.”

He slams into you and you cry out at the force of his thrust. The aftershock has your body humming but there’s no time to soak it in. Mingyu doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up even a little bit. He’s feral for you. Already addicted to the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Keeping your wrists pinned, he reaches around to massage your clit, and your knees almost give out. He catches you before you can collapse, keeping you right where he wants you. Gripping the pillow, you bite down hard, screaming as loud as you want into the soft cotton while he deep strokes you to the brink of insanity.

It’s not long before a familiar feeling’s tugging at your stomach. You’re like a bottle of champagne, all shaken up and ready to pop. Mingyu rubs your bud faster, kissing the small of your back, “You gonna cum for me, baby? Hmm?”

Your body answers before your words can, jiggling in all the right places while you cum harder than you ever have. The clench and release of your walls as you gush down your own thighs drags him closer to his own high but he’s not ready yet. He has to keep thrusting into you, playing with your pussy until your body’s spent.

For a moment it seems as if he’s achieved his goal. Reeling from your high, your whole body gives into the mattress and you’re stuck there, letting out the sweetest whines with his cock still inside of you. But that moment’s fleeting and in a few seconds you’re back up on your knees, whipping around to take his cock into your mouth.

You don’t hesitate to take all of it into your mouth, not gagging once as you rub it against the back of your throat. If the gasps and moans coming from overhead are any indication, your tongue wrapped around his cock has him wrapped around your finger. You feel around blindly until you find his hands, intertwining your fingers with his. Your tongue traces the veins of his shaft, feeling the blood rush to the head throbbing at the back of your throat.

The taste of your mixed arousal floods your senses as it drips from the corners of your perfectly pursed lips. You sneak a peek up at him. That gorgeous face. Those muscles dripping with sweat. His body jerks and you easily pick up on the signs, slipping him out of your mouth at the perfect time for him to cum all over your tongue and those plush, puffy lips. You take him into your hands, stroking him until you’ve gotten every last drop. Licking your lips clean, you kiss the tip and lay back in bed, bringing him down with you.

Mingyu cozies his head up to your belly, his chest heaving for air, “Where’d you learn to do it like that?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just gifted” you sigh, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Well, whatever you did, just know it’s yours now” he says, propping his chin up to gaze at you.

“Mine? What’s mine?”

“I asked who this belonged to. You said it’s yours. Unless you don’t want it…”

“No! No! No!” you scramble, your cheeks warming up again, “It’s mine! It’s mine! I’ll take it.”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, using his last bit of energy to crawl on top of you, “You’ll take it again? So soon?”

He spreads your legs, dipping his fingers between your legs and you’re still dripping wet. He presses up against you and you giggle feeling how hard he still is.

“You did say it’s mine” you smile, legs wrapping around his waist, “So give it to me.”

#svt x reader #seventeen x reader #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #svt smut #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #mingyu fluff #mingyu x you #svt x you #seventeen x you #seventeen smut #chubby reader #plus size reader

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cosmique-oddity · 12 days ago

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IM IN LOVE WITH THIS

GIVE ME 50 OF THEM

Aaaaaaaaaaarhhhhhhhhh THERES BLURR RIGHT THERE

Ohhhhh Jazz is sooooo cool like that

SWINDLE !

Have been moving and cleaning drafts, found doodles

Also found when wanted to make Prowl or Jazz with bicycle alt, started with Prowl and understood "Wait, I headcanon that Prowl is better at shooting, it's better for him to shoot while riding since he sucks at the rest"

And also. Senator Shockwave is. He is so harmonical in biology scientist setting in my head and according palettes. Like, I don't know, most of the times when I try to imagine him with backgrounds I always look at something alive, green, growing. If I remember correctly in IDW he said that would have liked to be one and explore world. This man could get so much more...

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messymoonmad · 6 hours ago

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SO- I just wanted to say that you are someone that I look up to. One, your art is really amazing. Two, I absolutely love the way that you interact with others on social media.

Also mb if I’m acting really awkward, I thought in my head for like an hour on what I should tell you- Also, I really love the way that you portray Antinous x Telemachus. So I just drew a little doodle kind of relating to that ship with your design of Telemachus. I would draw better (I promise I’m good at drawing 😔💔) but artblock hit me like a I’m a baseball- But I will be drawing more SharpWolf—since it’s my favorite ship—and also just normal art with your designs for the suitors + Telemachus! (I also might dm you some art, but I don’t expect you to answer <3)

Anyways, did I make a good first impression-? 😼 /j /lh

(Hopefully tumblr didn’t absolutely destroy the quality of this silly little doodle..)

AAAAAAH YOURE SO FKN SWEET AND ITS TOO LATE AT NIGHT FOR ME TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS!!! Istg I loose my mind when people talk to me this cutely and kindly 😭😭😭 im just a girl

AND YES MY DMs ARE OPEN AND I DO ANSWER (usually)

AND OMG THAT DOODLE IS ADORABLE LMFAO !!! I wanna kick you out of that art block so I can enjoy your delicious art 💗

#this is so sweet !!! 🥺🥺🥺💕🎀#sharpwolf

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gabberpopsexclusive · 2 months ago

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pegging joost has been living in my head rent free this week ˎˊ˗

just imagine subby joost expiriencing it for the first time ever aaaaaah, cleanse me with holy water ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

anon you are just like me for REAL pegging him will never leave my mind

pegging him for the first time is so adorable, his little subby self just can't process the pleasure he's getting from u!!

he can barely answer you when you ask him if he feels good, or when you tell him how good he's doing, all he can really do is moan out small yeses and thank yous, the rest of the time hes whining and moaning uncontrollably

i just know his moans are the most adorable thing in the world, while also simulatneously being the hottest thing in the world.

i feel like he cums quickly the first time, just because its his first time and its really really overstimulating to take u like that.

id like to think after the first time he's more willing to ask you to do it again, and he isn't as nervous as he was the first time

hes so sweet, i need to be so nice to him and cuddle him nd just tell him what a good job he did for me <3

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all the people who asked for pegging. here is your pegging.

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luckyreds · 2 months ago

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Cigarettes! smoke them if you got them.

The Improved version. ;)

Aaaaaah, cigarettes, a true staple of soldiering life, practically as common as a helmet or a rifle. Back in the 40s, nearly everyone smoked. Among the working class, about 80% puffed away on a good old cig on the daily, and in the U.S. Army, nearly half of the men were regular smokers. Cigarettes weren’t just a habit; they were a cultural phenomenon and a lifeline, especially on the battlefield.

The Importance of Cigarettes in the Army

Imagine you're a soldier during those days, slogging through mud, dodging enemy fire, dealing with exhaustion, hunger, your nerves getting fried the longer you stay on the front lines, being stretched to the breaking point. What’s the best way to take the edge off? Exactly! A good old cigarette.

Back then smoking wasn’t just a way to relax; it was a coping mechanism. Cigarettes calmed jittery hands, offered a moment of peace, and staved off hunger pangs. (In fact back in the 30s Lucky Strike even marketed itself as a way to "stay in shape,” more on that later.)

A smoke break also became a key social ritual. Sharing a cigarette with a comrade was more than camaraderie, it was currency, connection, and comfort all rolled into one.

How Soldiers Got Their Smokes

Now! Being a soldier in the army meant you weren’t likely to run out of cigarettes. In fact, Uncle Sam made sure of that, As they were seen as an easy and affordable luxury. There were a couple of ways you could get your fix:

1. Rations. Cigarettes were a key part of standard-issue K- and C-rations. Each pack came with a neat little "three-by-three" setup: nine cigarettes, often a mix of one of four brands; Lucky Strike, Camel, Chesterfield, and Old Gold. If you were lucky, your whole pack would be your favourite brand; if not, trading with your buddies became an art form and a favourite pastime of many GIs.

2. PX Stores and USO Canteens. Now, say you smoked your pack or lost it in a bet, you could always head to a PX store or USO canteen (assuming you weren’t on the front lines). They stocked packs of 20 from brands like Pall Mall, Philip Morris, Parliaments, Wings, and Fatima and (in the USO canteens) the USO girls would carry them around on silver platters for the soldiers to buy them.

3. The Red Cross. For the truly desperate (or die-hard fans of Old Gold), the Red Cross was a lifesaver. They handed out free cigarettes to their personnel and they were often willing to sneak a pack or two to any GI looking for a pack.

4. Care Packages from Home. Families back home were eager to send their boys a pack or two, it was in fact promoted to do so! but mail wasn’t exactly speedy. A letter from your mom or wife might arrive weeks late, so unless you had saintly patience, trading or hitting up the USO was your best bet.

5. Barter and Trade. Like I said before, Bartering and trading became one of the favourite pastimes of soldiers. Didn’t get Lucky Strikes in your ration pack? No problem. You would find someone who did, and trade away your Camels or Old Golds. Cigarettes were practically a secondary currency, traded for chocolate, favours, or even a few extra hours off duty. Say you were a non-smoker, trading away those cigarettes could get you a lot of other useful stuff.

Why Lucky Strike Was the King of Smokes

While soldiers had their preferences, Lucky Strike dominated the frontlines. Why? Well, back in the good old roaring twenties, they were sold as a way to loose weight! Yes really! This marketing campaign was so successful, the use of Lucky Strikes exploded across America. then during the 30s, this good old Cigarette became the go-to of many celebrities, (think of Joan Crawford, Gary Cooper, Clark Gable) and by WWII, it had established itself as The King of Cigarettes brands.

Lucky strike green has gone to war!

In 1942, Lucky Strike changed it packaging from its iconic green to white. This clever switch made it the most patriotic cigarette in town. Sure, the green dye wasn’t actually repurposed for the war effort (the company just wanted the packaging to appeal to women), but who cared? People loved the idea, and Lucky Strikes flew off the shelves. Their signature toasted tobacco also had a smoother flavour, and promised a less sore throat after smoking. It quickly became a favourite amongst the soldiers.

Now! If Lucky Strike wasn’t your thing, there were plenty of other options:

Camel: Known for its smooth taste and memorable slogan, “I’d walk a mile for a Camel.” Quickly becoming a new favourite during the war.

Chesterfield: A milder, smooth option, favoured by those who wanted something “classy.” It was also seen as an english cigarette.

Old Gold: Perfect for anyone who liked their cigarettes without a cough (allegedly).

Pall Mall: advertised are longer and more elegant, a “premium” choice for officers or stylish soldiers.

Philip Morris: Another solid pick, with a reputation for luxury. “Call for Philip Morris” their busboy mascot to find out why its the finest cigarette in town!

Marlboro: For the women out there, “mild as May” Marlboro was the go to! Marketed as a ladies’ cigarette with their signature red coloured filter to hide lipstick stains, Camel and Chesterfields were other favourites, as they were considered more “refined” options due to their smoother taste.

(If none of these brands were available: in France you had the famous Gauloises. Which were associated with the resistance and had a very distinct taste and smell and nobody wanted the English-made cigarettes, as they were so bad according the americans they apoligised when giving them out.)

On cigars:

Cigars were often seen as a luxury item, not something you'd find in your standard rations. They carried an air of importance and were typically associated with officers, high-ranking officials, or soldiers celebrating a victory. If you think of cigars and ww2, you’d think of Winston Churchill, General Douglas MacArthur and later General George S. Patton, puffing away on their cigar celebrating victory.

How Soldiers Got Their Cigars

Care Packages from Home. Families might send cigars to their loved ones overseas as a treat. Though it was often those from the more privileged families, or the officers that could get a box of cigars

2. Special PX Purchases. Post Exchanges and USO canteens sometimes stocked cigars, though they were far less common than cigarettes. They were considered more of a specialty item, so soldiers had to go out of their way to snag one.

3. Barter and Trade. If someone in your unit was lucky enough to score a cigar, you might be able to trade for it—though the price would be steep. Cigars were seen as a rare luxury, so they didn’t come cheap on the frontlines

4. Liberation Spoils. Occasionally, soldiers might come across cigars while liberating towns or raiding enemy supplies. A nice Cuban cigar found in an officer’s stash could turn a miserable day into a pretty good one!

Now there were a couple of brands common in this time:

White Owl: One of the more popular and accessible brands for soldiers, known for its mild flavour.

El Producto: a mid-tier cigar, cheap hand-made nickel cigars but a favourite amongst the ‘Common’ men.

Dutch Masters: not as popular as they were about to become in 50s, but still well-known brand which would’ve been available at the USO.

Havana Cigars: For the Officers and Wealthy. As a common GI, if you get your hands on authentic Cuban cigars via looting, you’d better enjoy it! They were highly prized for their quality.

Now! If cigarettes were the democratic choice of the masses, cigars were the aristocrats of the tobacco world. They weren’t as practical to carry in the field, but they carried a sense of prestige that cigarettes didn’t. If a soldier lit a cigar, you knew something important had happened, or he had connections back home.

How to light it up!

In the army you had two options, the first was a lighter, if Lucky Strikes was King Cig, then the zippo was King Lighter. Made in Bradford, Pennsylvania, Zippos were beloved by soldiers for their durability and reliability. These lighters were windproof, meaning they could stay lit even in harsh conditions like rain or wind, and they were pretty practical! Zippos used refillable lighter fluid (usually naptha which you could taste) and flints. Soldiers could easily find materials to keep them going. Plus, they were customisable and pretty indestructable. they could take a beating and still be in working condition! now, if you lost your lighter, soldiers would improvise. Some created lighters from shell casings, fuel, and flint. These homemade lighters were often rough, but they worked.

the second option was of course matches. they were standard-issue that came in soldiers’ ration kits. These matches were often coated in wax or stored in waterproof containers to ensure they stayed dry. Soldiers relied on these matches not just for lighting cigarettes but for starting fires and other survival needs. other than the standard matches you had matchbooks, which were lightweight and easy to carry, often featuring advertisements or morale-boosting slogans. They were frequently handed out by the USO, Red Cross, or included in care packages from home.

righto! that was it. the new and improved Cigarette information post! hope you enjoyed!

#sal rambles #cigarettes #ww2 #this time with more information and with 10 times more structure #next up prophylatic kits

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liliadrawingstuff · 10 months ago

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OHHH MY GODDDDDD

Finally finished this WIP :')

Some of Faba's jewellry is missing I know,, I didn't want him poking Colress' eye out with that crown ;;

#i am just in tears over this drawing #oh no fluff. its a critical hit #the way they just hold each other and look into each others eyes 😭#aaaaaah #angireblogs #i am going to look at this for a while now #love their love and your art wm #so much that i cant even type correct #taking his crown off Is Fabas way to show that he likes Colress-#in a way of “i like you- i wont pierce your eyes out if you get too close to me”#they are just so cute good bye #THE TAILS ARE SWIRLED CUTELY #Really wanna draw them in this AU by time too 😭

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kitty-cutie-zack · 3 months ago

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I CANNOT HANDLE HOW INCREDIBLY BABY JAYCE IS IN THIS SEASON SO FAR

HIS FACE IN THAT VERY FIRST SCENE IN THE RUBBLE IN MELS ARMS AND HIM LOOKING AT VIKTOR AND HIM IN MELS FRICKIN LAP I CANT IM GONNA IMPLODE HES SO BABIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💥💥💥

I KNOW AAAAAAAAHHHH ITS KILLING ME. Please someone just give him some peanut butter cookies, milk and a warm blanket. Also just a general safe and comfy environment oh my goodness. SOMEONE HOLD HIM AND TELL HIM IT'LL BE OKAY!!!! He was SO SO happy when Viktor was alive he was nuzzling into him and ran into his arms. And ooghufosshf the way he MELTED into Mel. Oh my god. LIKE!!!!!

AAAAAAH!!!

BEDTIME now. Baby!!! Little baby boy!!!!

#arcane agere #zack.txt #asks #AAAUGGUH SHAKES MY FIST. JAYCE TALIS!!!!!!!!!!!

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mdhwrites · 2 months ago

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One thing that's bothered me about TOH since the episode's release was in (I believe) Escaping Expulsion where Eda and Lilith were learning how to use glyph magic from Luz; I had theorized that Eda would rebel against learning things in the typical "school way" that Luz was trying to use and instead she would goof off, but in her goofing off she would use and experiment with the glyphs to understand them, showing that the reason she failed in school (and the reason for her being "the most powerful witch in the BI") was because the standardized school system didn't work for her way of learning and she had to teach herself everything (which led to a deeper understanding of her own magic.) Instead the episode just showed her goofing off and Lilith, the "good" student, had to save her. I'm not opposed to Lilith using her knowledge to help Eda but I wish Eda was shown to be more competent, if that makes sense.

The episode could have underlined the show's theme of standardized schooling leaving some kids behind and underlined that Eda's disregard for rules wasn't just a love of anarchy but also because the rules never worked for her, as well as showing that her training Luz in weird ways was just her training Luz the way she had to train herself.

It just felt like a missed opportunity to show how Eda and Lilith differ but still end up being powerful witches, instead of just made Eda seem impatient and immature and made her being powerful witch seem like it just came from being naturally strong rather than her actually having to work for it

You call it a theme but is it? This is a core problem of both TOH and its community where TOH will vaguely gesture at something once or twice and people will go "THEME! BRAVE! AAAAAAH!" when no. It's an episodic thing that usually misses its own mark. After all, let's interrogate this: What does TOH say about how our school system is like?

Well, first episode says nothing because assaulting people with snakes should get you kicked out, let alone bringing fireworks to school. She instead just gets sent to a life skills camp where you 'Stay in the Box'... WHICH ACTUALLY DOES SAY SOMETHING. A lot of people complain that our modern school system suffers by not teach us actionable skills. That we are all forced to learn trigonometry but we're not taught how to do our taxes. But then here is TOH going "Screw stuff like that!" So... Not the best start but that's in favor of things like the arts and self expression, right?

Well no, it's actually just the status quote. Period.

This is the message of The First Day. That's not an over exaggeration either. See, another criticism is that if you want to focus on certain parts of your curriculum, you are forced instead to learn everything. Want to focus on science and not have to read Huck Finn? TOO BAD!You have to learn everything. And what is Luz's goal in this episode? The ultimate form of schooling as is shown?

Learn everything. Divide your attention so you have a nine period school day. You know, just like you do in American High School. Yes, there is some allowance for choosing what you want to learn but the regular version of the Isles is actually the more brave, different style of schooling. It's closer to college honestly which has its own issues but is how many more people wish High School was. That it prepared you more for the job you actually wanted which it does under the coven system.

The fact that in universe, these kids are all literally breaking the law and damaging their ability to find work after high school is... Also a fucking yikes. More on just a purely literary level than thematic but there is something to be said about the fact that school, like parents, are supposed to help kids be ready for adulthood and Hexside is bluntly failing at that more after this episode.

Finally, the next time any of this is talked about again is Escaping Expulsion. Shockingly, the expulsion has nothing to do with it but you're right about the Eda and Lilith thing. The fact that it undercuts any of Eda's few winging it teachings that barely taught Luz anything and that it does reinforce being a good student, in your desk, paying attention and not experimenting. That you experiment within the box. Gee, that phrase sounds familiar to me for some reason...

But why should it be surprising? Eda leads Hexside at the end. Presumably, she teaches multiple magics, if not all magic. Luz thinks it's best to learn everything after all, reinforcing that. Reinforcing the social norm.

And TOH does this all the time. Where they'll act like they're saying something brave, confronting the establishment but then what they offer is just what we have now. It's not even often because Belos' world is some dystopia, again the coven system is essentially choosing a college major, but by just blatantly saying that's what they're doing for a five second clip on Twitter where no one's going to think about if it actually did a good job of doing that.

So no, it's not contradictory to a theme of TOH because TOH DOESN'T HAVE THAT AS A THEME! It barely has any themes because of this shit. Because honestly, it's too busy thinking inside the box and reusing tropes to actually say something smart. See you next tale.

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