#Heat stroke
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great-and-small · 1 year ago
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This is going to be an unpleasant post but I need to talk to y’all about heat stroke in dogs. I am an ER vet and I am seeing firsthand the death toll that this heat wave is taking on our pets. In the past two weeks, for every single weekend shift I have worked, we have had at least one DOA with a body temperature over 107 degrees. One of them had simply been on a 20 minute walk at 5pm. All of them were brachycephalic (short faced breeds like pugs and french bulldogs). Their owners were in shock that this could happen so quickly, and their grief lingers with me.
If you have a dog, and especially if you have a brachycephalic dog, you need to familiarize yourself with the signs of heat stroke. Do not take your dogs out in the heat of the day, be aware of the pavement temperature, and always have fresh water available for them. When I am outdoors with my dog I am checking on him constantly. This heat wave is extremely serious; I need you to keep yourself and your pets safe.
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missbehavior0u0 · 3 months ago
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I was overseas and without my tablet when this trend was popular, but I’ve been itching to draw Falin in this fit for weeks now, so who cares!
Uncensored version beneath the veil! :U
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slasher-art · 3 months ago
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Summer time :))
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yuushin7 · 2 months ago
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☀️Hot day in Berlint! 🫠 This has been siting in WIP state entire summer, oops. I was distracted by other more pressing matters 😅 We may be entering spoopy, cozy, tea season, but where I live temps still go up to 40 C (104F) so this is still relevant hahah
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lightmare000 · 4 months ago
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the GQ Heat Stroke reference with Astarion and Karlach.✨
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sluttywonwoo · 2 months ago
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heat stroke
pairing: song mingi x f!reader
summary: they say laughter is the best medicine… but dick is pretty good too. (insp by ye hao in gq china’s heat stroke bc mingi’s wearing the same shirt 😵‍💫)
warnings: swearing, reader is sick, smut 18+ ; mdni (warnings under the cut)
word count: 1.8k
smut warnings: unprotected sex, creampie
“how’s that feel?” mingi asks as he lays the damp washcloth across your forehead.
"feels good, thank you," you sigh, smiling softly.
"of course, my love," he responds. your eyes are still closed but you can hear him smiling too. "i'm sorry you aren't feeling well."
"s'okay," you mumble.
your boyfriend makes a sound of disagreement. "you work too hard. it's run you ragged."
"no, it's just this time of year," you argue.
"what, the middle of the summer? don't people usually get sick in the fall and the winter?"
you shrug noncommittally. "i dunno."
"mmmm, i think it's what i said," he continues, knowing you're too weak to put up much of a fight. "you have to promise me you won't jump right back into work once you start feeling better, okay? you've gotta take it slow."
"yeah, yeah."
mingi sighs but he doesn't push any further. you're already feeling crummy, you don't need his badgering on top of that.
"is there anything else i can get you, baby? anything else you need?"
you seem to think about it for a moment before answering. " will you hold me?"
he softens and cups your cheek with his palm, thumb tracing your cupid's bow. "always."
mingi rounds the bed and crawls under the covers behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle as he spoons you. he can feel your fever radiating from your body, manifested into heat that engulfs the entire bed.
"god, you're warm," he murmurs.
"i know, i'm sorry."
"no, no, baby don't apologize. i know you can't help it. feels good, to be honest."
"you don't have to lie," you grumble.
"i like it! i promise!"
he does like it. just like he likes being close to you like this. he hates that you're sick but he enjoys getting to take care of you- something he doesn't often get the chance to do because of how stubbornly independent you are. you're barely letting him look after you now. you only relented and allowed him to when the doctor told you that you weren't contagious, and even so, you're still hesitant to accept his help.
mingi sighs contentedly and pulls you further into him, resting his chin on your shoulder. he expects you to fall back to sleep since you've been drifting in and out of it for most of the afternoon and you always sleep better when he's holding you, but after a few minutes of laying there, you start to shift in his grasp, twisting around like you're uncomfortable.
"what is it?" mingi asks, kissing your neck softly. "is something wrong?"
you shake your head but you don't stop moving against him either and it suddenly dawns on him why you asked him to 'hold you' in the first place. "babe, what are you doing?"
"nothing..."
"it doesn't feel like nothing."
you whine quietly, knowing you've been caught. "touch me?"
your boyfriend clicks his tongue. “baby, i don’t think that’s a good idea. you're sick!"
"i'm feeling better," you insist.
"you’re still burning up. we don’t want to make your fever worse with any strenuous activity. not to mention, you’re supposed to be resting.”
“i rested all day!”
“yeah, that’s how being sick works, dork. you gotta give your body time to heal itself.”
mingi thinks he hears you grumble something about how it’s had plenty of time already but he doesn’t quite catch it.
“we can have all the sex you want when you’re back to a hundred percent, okay?” he offers.
you don’t seem pleased with his proposal but it’s not like you have another choice.
“will you kiss me at least?” you ask pitifully.
you’ve craned your neck back to look at him, using the pout you know he can’t resist to your advantage. predictably, mingi folds like a lawn chair.
“of course, baby.” he softens as he places a hand on your neck to pull you close and leans in.
it’s just a chaste peck at first but it’s searing nonetheless. your poor lips are cracked and dry even though mingi’s been trying his best to keep you hydrated. they feel like they’re on fire, burning an imprint that mingi can l feel on his own lips once he pulls away.
you don’t let him off that easily though, and chase the kiss until he finally relents and kisses you back so you don’t strain yourself. by that point you’re practically on top of him, straddling one of his thighs as you moan into his mouth.
“you’re hard,” you point out once you finally come up for air this time.
“you were pushing your ass back into me and now you’re trying to make out with me, obviously i’m going to be hard,” your boyfriend mutters.
it also doesn’t help that you’re grinding on his thigh and he can feel the wet heat of you through your panties.
he knows you’re aching for him and he feels guilty having to turn you down but the last thing he wants is for you to feel worse because of him.
“we could do something about that,” you suggest.
“i can do something about that later,” he amends. “try to sleep.”
"what if i just lay there and let you do all the work?"
"oh, so you mean normal sex for us?"
"i would smack you if i had the strength to."
"it was a joke! you know it was a joke!"
you cough weakly. "i'm sick, you're supposed to be nice to me."
"i am being nice to you," he insists, "i'm taking such good care of my girl, aren't i?"
"you could be taking care of her in other ways too," you point out.
mingi groans. "you're insufferable."
"your fault for having a perfect cock."
"oh, it's my fault?"
"yeah, that's what i just said."
mingi tongues his cheek. "still feeling well enough to be a brat, huh?"
"always."
"and you're sure you're feeling well enough for sex?"
you nod against him. "yes, baby. please?"
"what if i just touch you down here," he asks lowly, shifting his weight to lay you back on your back so that he can slip a hand beneath the waistband of your panties.
you suck in a breath as his fingers find your clit and start to circle it with practiced ease. he keeps the pressure of his fingertips light, touching you the way he does when he's trying to get you worked up, knowing you're already way past that point. he can't help teasing you a little, wanting to get back at you for being such a menace.
"mingi," you whine, pushing your hips up to meet his hand.
"you're not supposed to move, remember?" mingi chides.
"you're making it hard on purpose," you protest.
"you're one to talk," he mutters. "you don't want me to get you off with my fingers?"
"i want your dick."
mingi pretends not to hear you at first but he only plays with you a few moments longer before he relents, sliding his hand back out from your underwear and sucking his fingers clean.
"fine, but we're going slow," he says. "and if you start feeling any worse you have to tell me, okay?"
"i will," you promise.
"atta girl."
he pushes back the covers just a little and removes the washcloth from your forehead, folding it before placing it on the nightstand. you watch him yank down his sweats and spit into his palm, stroking himself a couple of times before positioning his body over yours.
"aren't you going to take them off?" you ask, glancing down at your own underwear.
"nah," your boyfriend answers. "just gonna pull 'em to the side. this won't take long."
you don't get the chance to tell him off for his smug comment because he kisses you as soon as the words leave his lips, pulling your panties to the side just like he said he would and slipping the tip of his cock inside of you. you're so wet that there's barely any resistance when he pushes in further but you still gasp at the feeling of being stretched around him.
mingi checks in with you as soon as he bottoms out, panting only slightly as he asks, "feel okay, baby?"
"better than okay," you moan. "h-how does it feel for you?"
he doesn't know how to put it into words. it's incandescent, the heat of you, engulfing him entirely.
"different," is what he manages to choke out.
"bad different?"
"no... fuck no. it's- your pussy is so hot. your fever..."
your eyes seem to widen with the realization.
"does it hurt?'
"no, baby, it feels good," he assures you, "feels fucking really good."
you whine and try to push your hips up into his again, desperate for him to fuck you harder, but he's quick to stop you with a hand to your chest.
"we had an agreement," mingi mutters. "you're supposed to just lay there and take it like a good girl, or i'll stop."
you mumble out a half-assed apology and mingi chuckles. "it's okay, i know it feels good. but we don't want you to end up feeling worse later on."
"i know, you're right."
"let me make it up to you," he murmurs, snaking one of his hands down in between your bodies so that he can rub your clit again.
your reaction is immediate. you get even tighter around him and let out a gasp that turns into a whimper.
"gonna cum?" he asks, grinning when you nod. “told you it wouldn’t take long.”
his confidence is honestly unmatched for someone who’s also hanging on by a thread. but how could he not be confident when he has you dripping onto the sheets, when he has you begging him to fuck you even when you’re achy and fever-ridden.
“cum on me, cum all over my cock,” he urges, willing himself to last long enough to fuck you through it.
somehow he finds the strength and staves off his own orgasm until you're crying his name and gushing around him. he's careful not to crush you when he cums, holding himself up on shaky arms as he fills you.
as soon as the room has (mostly) stopped spinning, mingi's badgering you with questions. the post-nut clarity has him rethinking everything. he shouldn't have let you convince him to fuck you. he should have had more self-control.
"how are you feeling? was that okay? was it too much?”
“it was perfect,” you promise him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "thank you for taking care of me."
he breathes a sigh of relief and lets his head drop back on the pillow. "anything for you, baby. i'll get a towel to clean you up, and another one for your head. you get some sl-" he's interrupted by a soft snore before he can finish his sentence. you'd beaten him to the punch and fallen asleep almost immediately after he had taken your hand. you were one step ahead, like always.
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kittyoperas · 4 months ago
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kirkwall’s finest
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akumart · 2 months ago
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cora-san for the "heat stroke" trend ❤️‍🔥
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hellothisisangle · 3 months ago
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the summer couple that’s like “I told you to wear sunscreen” and “I’m fine, I don’t get burnt”
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xiaoks · 4 months ago
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sunbern
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thecoolerbett · 4 months ago
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Haley, babe- I think you forgot to put something in the morning 💕🤭
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I wanted use any of the photos of the photoshoot “Heat Stroke” but didn’t feel like drawing a baby boy. Do yall want to see someone elese with these theme?
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sleepy-mocha · 3 months ago
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Heat stroke with the girls 🍊🍋
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bobispapito · 4 months ago
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😛
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redara · 4 months ago
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The Lin Kuei beach episode.
(reupload cause i forgot Kuai Liang's tattoo)
Poses inspired from Ye Hao in GQ China June.
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art-by-wei · 4 months ago
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heatstroke ☀️😎
I recently discovered this adorable trend. Even though it’s been around for a while, I really want to see Sanji in a cute spaghetti top! After having a wonderful time at the beach, he only has enough energy left to float on the sea🤭🤭
time lapse
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thatwildwolfart · 4 months ago
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so that heat stroke trend huh?
uncensored version in DMs for my beloved mutuals, I'm so sorry everyone :( tumblr is silly about breasts
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