#curvature bro

[melomelomelone]

drops this crap here and runs away

[blackkat15]

James May knows what incels are 😭

[weaselishmcdiesel]

Losing my mind over this guy sorting young goldfish by quality….. bro……. He told one to eat a cheeseburger and see a chiropractor…. Fucking brutal out here

[frogenthusiastt]

trying to not put porn in this fic but they are being so Horny i might not be able to stop it

[k-hotchoisan]

YOOO OKAY BRO HEAR ME OUT.

san putting you in a light headlock (not enough to actually hurt ya plsplspls not actual violence) and it's just enough to choke ya a little 😋😋 while he's um....pounding away! just some food for thought yk! love ya!

Gonna do a quick Drabble for this one 😋😋

Saw this and got reminded of your ask and now I’m squeezing my thighs

Warnings: choking/slight manhandling kink, back shots, cream pie, dirty talk, San is so pussy drunk 😵‍💫

Taglist: @songmingisthighs @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia

You gasp, shutting your eyes close when you feel your partner slide his girth right into you, his cock stretching you out.

A sigh escapes San’s lips, feeling his cock being hugged by your soft and warm walls. It always feels like the first time fucking you, and San swears he could never get tired of it. He adores fucking you in missionary, but his favourite?

From the back. The curvature of your ass as you bounce off his cock with loud slaps, the way you arch at such a perfect angle for his cock to drive so perfectly deep into you, the way you barely try to look back to face him, and all he does is tangle his fingers in your hair into a ponytail and tug as he fucks you stupid.

It’s no different this time—San has his weight partially pinned onto you, sliding his fat cock in and out of you, hearing your whimpers, watching your hands curl tightly against the bedsheets as he thrusts into you again.

“You’re hugging me so tight, baby. Feels so fucking good”, he mutters right into your ear, flooding your senses with just San. You think to yourself—he’s the only one you need. He’s the only one who can fuck you this good.

Your moans are muffled into the pillow beneath you, tears streaking down your cheeks from the sheer pleasure. San is picking up the pace, his fingers dancing along your chest, giving your nipples a gentle squeeze and roll, kissing the back of your neck as he drinks your desperate cries of pleasure.

Before you realise it, his arm snakes around your neck, the slight pressure making your pussy clench around him, which makes him hiss. He leans into your ear once more, “tap my arm if I’m squeezing too much ‘kay, baby?” You find the strength to nod, and he plants a kiss onto your temple before he sends you into another dimension of pleasure.

He applies pressure slightly around your throat, and you take a deep breath, sinking into the sheer pleasure feeling of being choked, before you see fireworks splattering in your eyelids when San’s cock starts jackhammering at the spongy spots in your cunt.

Broken moans leave your mouth, your back arching even more, the angle only letting San drive his cock deeper and faster right into your sensitive spots. His neck is buried into your neck, and you hear his groans in between the soft trail of kisses he leaves along your neck.

“S-San”, you say through chokes, “right there. Right there. Gonna cum-“

And San picks up his speed, making sure your senses are filled with nothing but him. With San’s arm around your throat only amplifying the euphoria, your abdomen flexes, your pussy pulsing uncontrollably around his cock, leaks of cream accumulating around San’s cock. His arm around you slackens, and he stills into you, a long drawn out “fuckkkkkk” as he empties into you, twitching into you in short spurts.

The both of you remain still for a moment, heavy breaths filling the room—his arm is loose but it’s still around you, and his head is on the back of your neck. San peppers soft kisses on your back before he pulls out, clenching his jaw at how his cock is fully covered with the mixture of both your cum, and even more as it slowly trickles out of you. A warm hand rubs down your spine, soothing you from your high before he leaves the bed to grab a towel.

You turn to lie on your back, almost letting the sleep lull you back. San comes back with the towel and swiftly cleans you up before, chucking the towel into the laundry hamper before he joins you on the bed, tucking you under the sheets with him as he has you leaned into his chest, letting his fingers dance along your body before he also slowly falls into slumber.

[hai7ani]

GMFU... ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა haitani rindou

nsfw (smut) mdni

boyfriend!haitani rindou who loves absolutely nothing more than hearing your pretty moans and desperate whimpers as he fucks you perfectly dumb.

all of it: the way your tits are bouncing against his chest from his deep thrusts, your freshly done acrylics clawing at his back and he hisses from the stinging sensation, your loud pornographic moans echoing in the bedroom of his shared apartment that smells like nothing but sex and weed, and the way you're clinging onto him for dear life as he kisses your forehead gently with a hush and you cum on his fat cock . . .

rindou fucking loves it.

"i know, baby. 'feels real good, don't it?"

you can't even respond to him. of course you can't -- not when he's circling his fingers on your overstimulated sticky clit while you're cumming on his dick with the way he's repeatedly hitting your g-spot over and over.

you're moaning uncontrollably, and the loud gasps and the bed frame knocking against the wall is enough to signify to the two of you that you're having one of the best sex ever.

and rindou's relishing in the way you're squeezing even harder on him than before. you're so tight. he's gonna cum before he even realises it.

it just feels too fucking good.

"shit," he cusses while burying his head into your neck to ride out his own high that he feels is coming. you're trashing around in his hold on his bed from overstimulation and he simply kisses your neck and holds your head in his palms.

"a lil' longer, baby. i gotta cum."

you've got fat tears pooling in your eyes while his pelvis is bumping on your puffy clit with every thrust and his heavy balls are smacking harshly against your ass. "so good . . ." you sigh as he proceeds to manhandle your body to another position.

he fucks even deeper now and you cum again, unknowingly with a silent moan and eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool dripping down your chin to the sheets underneath and rindou stupidly smirks at you, "got'cha feelin' so good, baby?"

you didn't know you were gonna cum, it all just happened so suddenly that you simply accepted it when it came, but it was different for rindou. he knew you were gonna cum again from the switch of position because he knows your body all too well. he's memorised every curvature, every birth mark, every mole you have and also every position you love to cum in, which includes fucking your pussy with your hands restrained above your head and a knee up to your chest with kisses peppered all over your face.

the guy's acting all smug and cocky while staring at your fucked out figure beneath him but he himself knows it damn well too that he won't last that long either.

and it's when your kissed-swollen lips start to pout and you gaze into his pretty eyes with tears running down your wet cheeks that his demeanour finally snaps into pieces. it shatters.

"baby, 'love you. i love you so much." you cry.

rindou swears he's never cummed as hard before.

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

it's the next day at the kantou manji headquarters that rindou is in the locker room changing into his gang uniform when hanma shuuji and madarame shion walks in.

hanma is fully dressed in his white ones and shion has a t-shirt on with the top of the overall unbuttoned and hanging loosely around his waist.

rindou doesn't like wearing anything underneath his because it gets hot quick and he's in the midst of pulling on the top of his black custom uniform when shion whistles loudly behind him.

"nice scars ya got there, rindou." he laughs and wiggles his eyebrows and it catches hanma's attention from beside him.

the grim reaper of kabukicho slams his locker shut at first glance of rindou's fucked up back. "which slut did'cha fuck for it to get this way, bro? share her wit' me too, i need it right now."

rindou throws the man a lazy glance before proceeding to button up his top.

"ya sure ya want a taste of her too?" he smirks with a dark glint in his orbs while adjusting his collar and shion lifts two hands up in the air with a shake of his head before immediately exiting the room, leaving the two men in there to have an intense staring contest.

but the thing is . . . hanma doesn't know about you. poor guy. and he doesn't know that rindou's once beaten up a man near death's gate because he tried to make moves on you. tried.

and it's obvious to hanma that he's touching foreign territory, but he just wants to push rindou's buttons a little further. after all, he's made it a mission to annoy all of kantou manji's members by the end of the month.

it just wasn't obvious to him that perhaps the slut he was referring to is actually haitani rindou's long-term girlfriend -- you.

"ya willing to share? i'm down for it."

hanma shuuji doesn't know what he'd just signed up for.

"take a guess."

his death certificate.

the next thing the rest of kantou manji knows is the locker room being absolutely destroyed with blood splattered all over.

"call her a slut one more time 'n i'll make sure you're dead by the end of it. also, i don't fuckin' share."

and haitani rindou of roppongi exits the room with his fists covered in red. not his, obviously.

". . . no way you assholes jus' fucked up my locker room." kokonoi has his hands up in his hair and shouts in pure agony while the perpetrator simply scoffs.

"dunno, dun' care."

haitani rindou is cruel, strong and selfish. he's not one to share things, and he never will. and when challenged, god forbid he lets anyone near him when he's angry, because they'll all just end up exactly like hanma shuuji, who's laying in a pool of his own blood in the middle of a locker room with shallow breathing and gagged chuckles.

"shit, 'seems like we've got a fuckin' lover boy in the gang, huh?"

BONUS:

a shadow looms over hanma's body on the ground and he simply smirks up at the figure, "what's up, cunt?"

"need a hand?" haitani ran extends one out for hanma to hold, only for him to slap it away before he sits up on his own with a lot of some effort, considering how rindou had just literally broken his right arm. his dominant arm.

"knew there was sum' fishy goin' on wit' that lil' shit, how he's always snoopin' around on his phone during meetings."

ran slowly squats down next to his colleague's beaten body and twirls a braid around his index finger, "you jus' never expected it to be his girlfriend, huh?"

hanma simply scoffs and spits out the remaining taste of iron in his mouth, "'thought it was jus' some random slut he's fuckin' wit', turns out it's his damn bitch the whole time."

ran stands back up tall and peers down at the man through his eyelashes with an amused smirk. it's not every day he gets to see the hanma shuuji having his own ass handed to him, much less by a fellow gang member where infighting is not allowed. he's gotta make the most out of this.

ran laughs softly at the man's temper and reaches down on his knees to poke the tip of his baton on hanma's forehead twice.

"yeah, this'll teach you a lesson. don't be getting too cocky 'round us now, dickhead ♡."

"screw you 'n yer' brother, bitch."

hehehehehhehee

can we call this ... the sex that started everything

reblogs are appreciated ≽ܫ≼

[purplepeptobismol]

Omgggg I just checked my ao3 again and ‘I Will Make of You’ is almost at 200 KUDOS!!!

This is insane bro!!!

Not even IBMT has that many kudos (and it has my highest hits)

THANK YOU SO MUCH Y’ALL <3

I’m still working on chapter 6 but I’d definitely get it done in a few days. Probably this Wednesday or Thursday

SPOILERS: I just hope it’s good… I’m kinda scared it’s gonna bore you guys a bit since it’s mostly physics talk and character dynamic build up. (And… it gets a little crazy at the end)

I’m literally so stupid when it comes to science stuff so I’ve been talking a lot with Lyn and my other bestie’s boyfriend (correction: his fiancé, forgot they’re getting gay married). They’re way better at this wormhole theory stuff and im just sitting there noting down like “mmm yes, very interesting, so true (I have no idea what is going on.)” SO IM LEARNING A LOT. Did you know there’s no actually formula or understanding for wormholes because we don’t have any physical knowledge of quantum gravity, negative energy matter, or control over spacetime curvatures?!?!?! THATS CRAZY!! I don’t even know what any of those words mean!!!! What the hell even is a spacetime curvature?!?!?

I AM NOT THE RIGHT PERSON TO BE TALKING ABOUT THEORETICAL PHYSICAL CONCEPTS LIKE WORMHOLES!!!

But I’m still trying my best; for the sake of sci-fi and gay people!!

[holdyourwine]

Oh Eywa, Is She Not The Word Beauty Itself?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ featuring Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Omaticayan female self-insert character 2.8k words, timeskip mentioned; Neteyam and his beloved are 17 years old, suggestive theme, fluff

HIS BEAUTEOUS BRIDE ;

˗ˏˋ(.n) He yielded the universe for her, to make his love its way to be poured upon her fair skin. Far from home, Awa’atlu, reminding the promise he had made in the last minute of their feet upon the ground of their homeland. ´ˎ˗

Somewhere in Pandora during an eclipse, where the sea breeze sweeps its cold into their faces, where the fire illuminates the glee that etched on everyone’s visages. Where the music has not stopped playing its harmony until dawn reaches them. The Navi, and their consorts and descendants, following with Sullys, are showered with the opulence of foods and wine— that dine of warriors worthy of their fights.

As if the musician’s lyre is not enough to cradle their blithesome all night, the sight of two dancing flower girls set their feet near the fire in their midst sure gives all Metkayinan a surprised yet amused complexion. Just one man that stands with most different glint in his eyes, you happen to see the glamorous feelings within his golden eyes. His orbs meet hers, down to the scene of her soft hands which reaching, curling, swaying, just to create dance movements, as those golden hands of Tyan; the musician, start strumming upon those strings to create a mellifluous melody.

“Oho? Is she not, the sweet lover of Neteyam?” Ao’nung’s question for sure pulls a proud yet sheepish glare from the eldest of Sully; Neteyam, as he laughs it off. The son of Tonowari only chuckles to nothing but his friend, Rotxo, feeling his own content of being able to tease his friend— as if Neteyam is sure enough his smitten side is not overlooked in his expression amongst the other Na’vi, in truth, it is not. It is not even a secret that there is a spark, such an attachment entangles the two souls.

Ignoring their furor upon the two dancing angels; Neteyam’s lovely woman and Tsireya, he sits in silence as he enjoys the music, and the curve of her body, barely noticing his little brother ; Lo’ak, joining his clarity of watching their beloved. The youngest son of Sully moves the cup made by a dried fruit shell in his hand slightly, to see how the liquid brushes its container before it fills his mouth. With the beauty of that Metkayinan whose skin becomes one with his darling’s during the entertainment, Neteyam notices the spark that Tsireya throws is giving an effect to his little brother. “Are they not lovely, bro?”

With one proud glance, Neteyam nods. “Indeed, she is.”

Another strum upon the lyre hits the atmosphere as his darling gracefully swaying her body, thin arms divide the air alongside the soft strands of her crown brushes her glimmering countenance— she dances, dances, with the splendor of her own beauty. For his yellow eyes, the whole scenery is enchanted by the charm of her, stopping the time as the only souls left were him and his dearest. Neteyam rests his face atop his palm as he savors the sight before him ; the minimal white silk and chiffon fabric that covers her chest and lower body, still exhibits the curvature of her body due to the transparent cloth. Yet his gaze also catches the other males’ liking to the delicate move of the half-blood Na’vi’s blue body, some has a concealed lust within their irises, to that very body he hugged the night before, where his hands roamed, and the said thoughts once again providing him such pride.

O how he really wants to rip their filthy eyes out of its skull, for the treason of besmirching his darling’s body with their full of lust glances. They do not deserve to look at her tame eyes, and her skin is not a mere entertainment to please their hungry looks.

Ah, seems like her shimmering orbs meet his golden ones. A satisfied hum leaves Neteyam’s lips as he realizes his darling has not put any effort let alone intention to break their tender locked gaze. The last minute of lyre reaches the end as a sweet smile etches her ripe lips, her feets bring her slender arms swaying its way to the dance, meeting with Tsireya’s body before dividing the air back to her own chest, her eyelashes that shadied the dark irises beneath them just giving the more spice for her unvoiced loving stare. She is such a sweet woman, and Neteyam feels pleased enough to know that she is.

The furor coming from their cheering fills the air following with praises, before others get occupied with the previous meal they had minutes prior to the fascinating show, still, in some of their topics, they talk about the attractive (former) Omaticayan and flatter her still. Just by the moment, Neteyam realizes his family members have a silly smile on their face as their stare lingers on him. “Uh, what?”

“You sure be lucky to have her, bro.” A nudge from Lo’ak can be felt on his bicep.

“Shush now, Lo’ak.”

“Really? You are dismissing it? Oh, have you already grown bored of her?” An annoying tease comes unexpectedly from Kiri who laughs, later waving her hand in the direction of his lover.

Neteyam grunts, placing his hand on top of her head to disarray her hair. “What a lie, I would never be enough with the sight of her, Skxawng.”

“Really?” A soft voice joins the siblings’ jest, as the maiden bends down a bit to caress Neteyam’s shoulder; trying to get his attention.

A wide smile is shown on his face, as his hand joins hers. “Of course, my love. Have I looked like it?”

“Nope, but if so, then you would not mind coming with me?”

A whistle comes from his younger brother’s lips, which to be answered with a nudge on his arm from Kiri. “Come one, we should give the couple their space.”

As they leave with laughter, joining Tuk and their parents, Neteyam glances back to those doe yellow eyes, feeling her tail trails its trace softly on his thigh. A content sigh leaves his lips as he stands up, hand resting on her hip as he escorts her out of the place. As the crowd’s noises mute down, he can hear the happy giggle, as it pulls the same delicate smile on his face, Neteyam feels her hand now guiding him to a place near the shore.

“That place?”

“Huum!” She nods, linking her arm on his as she drops her head on his bicep. Neteyam chuckles, another hand flies to pat her soft straight hair, showing no sign of rejection upon visiting their special place that they discovered a year ago not long after they first arrived in Awa’atlu. Times like this, in silence, are the ones he cherishes; to have his darling by his side.

As they arrived there: a secluded cave that meets the water below, has a soft gasp. She tilts her head in happy demeanor as she urges him to sit, on the cozy spot they usually take for sleeping, but now, it is adorned with some cushions and mat; which she herself made. Noticing the confused yet amazed look on his face, she gives the explanation. “I want to sleep comfortably tonight, in here.”

“Then, sleep comfortably you will.” Neteyam answers with a relaxed manner as he rests his back against the rock wall, hand patting the spot beside him to signal that he wants her to be on his side.

To his surprise, his lover shakes her head in rejection, as she places her foot in front of another on the ground— left hand is placed on her chest, whilst another one is holding the edge of her bottom skirt in the air, slightly bending her body; a form of honor before one starts her dance. Noticing something, a small ‘oh’ leaves Neteyam’s lips. A big smile comes to her face as she sways her body in a jolly manner.

“Lady, not enough dancing minutes ago?” Neteyam finds a comfortable position to watch his darling; letting his elbow be his pedestal, half laying.

“Oh, not enough indeed, for I have not been an amusement for your own eyes.”

An eye roll is his answer, yet he still hypes her up with every slow movements; becoming exotic. Yes, the smile never falters from his face, proudly examining the curve of her body. And, indeed. She is for his eyes only, times like this. His brows rise, when the sight of her hand slowly detaches the white cloth on her chest in her dancing.

Eywa, she is so magnificent. So perfect.

Her yellow bright orbs wander, eyelashes illuminating the look in her eyes as she comes close, seductively moving her body near his but not enough to make a skinship. He straightens his position, ought to place his hands on her hips. “Come here.”

The bioluminescent dots glow at its finest on her bare body, as she finally places herself on his lap. He can feel her tail once again trailing on his thigh, as he runs his hand on her back. Those hands of hers start caressing his biceps, up to his shoulders as she holds them tightly, feeling his muscle. “Oh, how lucky I am to have such a mighty warrior like you, Nete.”

Her sweet voice drips like a honey on his skin, cradling his very being in its sweetness. As he disguises the yellow orbs, Neteyam grasps the plush skin of her hip. “And how fortunate I am to have such a rare beauty like you, Love.”

Eyelids batting open, all he can see is just her white teeth showing the canine fangs in between her wide smile. Returning the smile, Neteyam brings his fingertips to brush her spine, from just above of her tail to her nape, ever so slow, ever so soft it makes her shudder.

She can see how he closes his eyes, absorbing the feeling within as he lets his hands roam on her body, slowly slipping to her upper cloth. The maiden leans close, hands cradling his round face close to her as she peppers soft pecks on his cheeks.

Oh, she is so beautiful in his eyes; heavy breath fanning on his cheek, he can feel their chest colliding as his free hands drag her body close to his chest. “Neteyam …”

“Mhm?” He makes eye contact, noticing how the black pupils of hers dilated, in love, in admiration.

Her fingers trace the bioluminescence dots on his face, letting her lips meet the soft skin. She spends the whole time alone for her to appreciate her man’s beauty, kissing every inch of his cheeks, jaw, and neck. Neteyam lets out a groan when he feels her roaming hand on his chest, up and down just to caress him softly as she softly sucks on the skin near his collarbone; his sensitive area.

Whine leaves her lips when he grabs her chin, lifting her face up. As they said, eyes are windows to their souls; what his beloved can only see within those honey eyes is something equivalent to any loving words ever existed. Something equivalent to any prayers a devoted worshiper chants to his deity. Neteyam is smitten, oh so badly.

It feels like forever to take for granted, for their lips to finally meet in union. The plush texture of his lips meeting her soft and sweet pair, demonstrating the unspoken feeling. To say that they are two souls being one is an understatement, in this intimacy, Neteyam is her, and she is him. One. Each nibble on their lips, tongue slipping past to explore each other’s mouth, hands traveling on their body is never enough for them. They need more.

But, the constant need of air they breathe has to interfere. Breaking the contact, her fingers ghosting upon his cheekbones, before she snuggles close to his side. “I love you, I love you.”

It sounds like a prayer, a music, worthy of its elegant tone.

Neteyam places his hand on her nape, closing the distance between two yearning pairs of lips, swallowing what she left to say. His hold is gentle, speaking of how his big arm wraps her waist, chest to chest colliding, with her desperation to feel his love. With the difference their height have, and the chants his lips grant her, those legs of hers on each side of his body almost lost their composure for how weak they are under his dominance ; her arms cling around his neck, head looks up high to let the man devour herself.

The attachment of their bodies sure do give peculiar, and sweet sparks within ; which give him a strong attraction, and what he never felt before with anyone else but her, a sense of protectiveness and feeling that builds up in his stomach up to his chest. Only him who can taste her this way. He stops his kisses as his hands hike down to her thighs, making way for his lips to her jaw, down to her neck.

She tangles her fingertips between his braided hair, holding the butterflies from breaking free through her lower tummy. Oh, how she does not know what she has to react when Neteyam lowers her body on the soft surface of the sheet-covered ground, placing her head on the cushion pillow and gently letting her back meet it without breaking the kiss he performs on her body.

Small popping sounds are created in each open-mouthed wet kiss across her chest, yet his eyes trail up to meet her eyes once he feels he has done enough to smear his markings.

“Teyam—“

“Stop.”

And stop he does. The movement of his hands is not the only thing that stops, his heart too. Distancing from her plush skin, a puzzled look is evident in his poor eyes. She needs to make haste to avoid misunderstanding, so she lets her arms circle around his neck, pulling him into her embrace softly; letting his body rest on top of hers, head on her breasts.

“Home. Take me as your mate, in our home.”

Tranquility follows her voice, putting his heart in ease; he did think he had made a mistake. Later, Neteyam sneaks his arms beneath her to comfortably make her within his hold, lifting his head to let his chin rest on the middle part of her chest, eyes lovingly stare into her soul.

“Ah, right. I had promised you for it.”

Low hum vibrates on her chest which he lays upon, lips do not say a word yet her soft hands wander on her beloved’s back, up to his nape; Neteyam notices that her slim fingers pull the knot of his choker, letting it loose before she puts it beside her.

Drowned in her gentle act, he continues his sentences as she travels down to his right bicep; ever so slow doing the same on his armband. “What should I do to deserve a loving woman such as you, my love?”

A lovesick small smile comes into her lips, observing how he lowly purrs as he lays his cheek on her breast, feeling soft and relaxed as his darling softly caresses his bicep which is slightly reddened from the use of tight armband all day long. “Oh, darling. You need not do anything. I am just an ordinary one.”

By that answer, that oldest son of Sully makes a switch of their position, now having his little lover cuddled up on top of him in warmth. Neteyam places a loving kiss here and there on her forehead, dragging his lips on her soft hair; burying his mouth as prior to his confession.

“No. You, the one that Eywa has crafted by Herself; to take your maidenhood before Eywa, is it even enough to prove me worthy of Her creature?”

His fingers find the different texture of her upper back skin; a scar, bullet scar from the war almost 1 year ago. That remembrance itself brings a woeful smile on his lips. “You have me at your service, to protect you in a lifetime.”

A single tear that falls gracefully from her right eye, dripping onto his left chest; where his heart is located. Oh, she really wants to tell Eywa that she is indeed the happiest Na’vi alive on Pandora.

“Neteyam, my beloved, please stop. You own me, Eywa blesses this for She is always leading me to you, you to me.”

Trying to hide the tremble of her lips, she buries her face on the crook of his neck, hiding the joy, the blithesome feeling that breaks through her body. “I see you, love.”

“I see you.”

Surely, they shall walk amongst the ground as one of Omaticaya people, once again, back in their home, soon. For now, skin to skin shall they fall into slumber.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ [] repost bec TUMBLR DIDNT SHOW MY FICS UNDER THE TAG ARGHH anyway she really did detach her bra (??? whatever it is called) as a part of the dance movement kayy

[moltengoldveins]

out of context quotes, by me and my roommates (it’s bad. It’s real bad.)

(seductively) “*I* think you have ample curvature~”

“Gotta love how [Molten] is our boob custodian.”

“Hoes before bros, man, you know the rules.”

”Hallucinogenic [Molten], advocate for carcinogens.”

“Lavender is my least favorite flavor of cocaine.”

“Drink orange juice. Your soul will be saved. Thats my gospel.”

“Hypothetically, imagine there were a law that said that redheads weren’t allowed in the city anymore. Would that-“ ”-CRUCIFY THE GINGER.” “…. what the heck, [Molten]?”

“I’m not a communist because I love sour patch kids.”

[aoyagi1]

ai bros will never know the intimacy of delicately sculpting the curvature of your oc's neck and collarbone with your brush in csp

[saristea]

PLEASE TAKE YOUR F**KING MEDS - A PSA

Well a PSA specifically for future me anyway. Hello there mental health community!

Just here to remind you to not randomly stop taking your SSRI's or you will actually die.

Here's a sexy list of all my personal withdrawal effects from my specific SSRI:

+ You will sweat CONSTANTLY. Like not oh this is a lil bit annoying I'm talking Karlach you need to get the fuck back to Avernus levels like don't even bother dressing because you will soak through the clothes in a matter of minutes. + You will have ZERO body temperature regulation - no even more than usual. This will be accompanied by feverishness and flushes. CONSTANTLY. + Don't suffer from vertigo? YOU DO NOW. Which means you can't drive or see anything actually. Longer you leave it, worse it gets! + Ah remember the days when you had no idea you were unwell and either you slept for days or had to endanger yourself by going for walks at 3am due to raging insomnia? WELCOME BACKKKK :D On this occasion you stayed up for nearing the 48 hour mark. Noice. + Now, you won't remember this, obviously, but disassociating for hours at a time and being utterly delusional is a pretty sexy look for you I am sure however you know what else is sexy? Being fucking coherent.

+ Speaking of sexy - you know what isn't particularly arousing? Not being able to actually function because you keep sobbing about basically absolutely nothing. Good job asshole.

I take a hefty 40mg of paroxetine on the dillio until occasionally (thank the gods not as often as previously!) - my brain will decide of it's own accord the medication is obviously trying to kill me. That'll be the BPD friend.

Please make an attempt to banish your paranoia which you do have:

+ Big pharma is not coming for you. + Your friends/fam/work colleagues etc are not government spies. Sorry bro you ain't that special. + Your doctors are not trying to kill you. They will do what the are able to help you! Especially if you are paying them money. They can't cash in on a corpse. + Finally, no. I am afraid you have not been enlightened by the Gods. You have not magically gained intergalactic knowledge from {insert divine force here} to no longer have mental health and physical health issues. TAKE THE DAMN PILLS. + Every time you miss your meds Astarion disapproves ok? You gone taste funny you see. + Your IRL husband didn't sign up for this shit. Okay maybe a little but still not very loving of you to be psychotic now is it? + Your recreational substances are just not going to work. Doesn't matter how many tokes you have bigman. Your brain works about as well as the Dark Urge's post Orin's stabby mc stabbin. And that's with the medication.

If you are that concerned your SSRI dose may be too high / your emotional curvature is too flat then for the love of the gods JUST REDUCE YOUR DOSE don't just STOP TAKING THEM YOU ABSOLUTE SP****C.

Rant over - please take care of yourselves. It's actually really important.

Sorry about all the BG3 references for those who aren't into it - it's current hyper fixation atm.

Yes that's why I had to have a post break.

[technofinch]

Ok now that I've made it to toronto, here are, unedited, uncensored, all the posts that were written in the sky prison

There arent any rules yet about applying perfume while on a plane. I think we can exploit this Does anyone know where to get Eau d' Engine Fire

I understand why you would do terrorism on a plane I just dont get how. This shit is unnavigable

Got that D B Cooper type drip

Closing the airplane window and pretending I'm just on a really shitty train

From the creators of the meeting that could have been an email, we bring you, the flight that could have been a train ride

Oh I so badly wish I was dancing with someone right now

Listening to The Mountain Goats- You're In Maya on loop for this entire 2 hour plane ride might not be a good idea but like. What else am I supposed to do. Look at pictures of moths on my phone? I can multitask

Thank god I have all these pictures of moths on my phone

Next time I'm bringing a book about the air traffic controllers union

If bo bichette himself isn't waiting for me at the toronto airport i will purchase a bottle of expensive wine at the duty free store and smash it upon the ground

Honestly I would love to be punched in the face rn. I think it would fix me

Bro that's not the curvature of the earth, your render distance is just set too low. Get better hardware bro

I think the pilot should be able to get a little silly with it. If she wants to.

Oooooo we wigglin now boys

Nothing but respect for the boys in blue [image of the toronto blue jays baseball team]

If that bitch Simon Fairchild had anything to do with this I'll have his crusty old head on a platter and bury it in a lead box so far down in the earth there won't even be an air pocket big enough to stick an ant's dick in

Jesus christ there's still 30 mins to landing and we've been up here for years

Plane sex is all fun and games until you accidentally yell something about going down

Listening to The Mountain Goats- You're In Maya on loop for this entire 2 hour plane ride was a great idea actually. There's nowhere I want to go and nowhere I need to be and the window looks out upon nothing and nothing looks right back at me

It might be cliche but I think wheat is the sexiest cereal grain. Plump and gorgeous. Sometimes even bearded.

Sorry, who said that

Airbus is a slanderous and misleading name for a commercial airliner. How dare they disgrace the name of the humble and faithful bus like this.

Remember the time they let jerma fly a plane? That was kind of fucked up huh

If I was a stewardess I would periodically casually remind passengers about the emergency procedures with increasing specificity. Just to keep people on their toes

I get why it takes so long to go up but I know we could go down way faster than this. Just fall, yeah?

[bananacrusader]

Bruuuuuhhhhh. To be honest bro. I don’t even like bananas like why do you go find bananas. Bananas are nasty like ewwww. I rate bananas a 2/10. But like yeah wtv no hate bruh

Bananas are god's greatest fruit to ever exist, I have never seen a more perfect fruit as it has such curvature, and the banana basically invented math which invented life which is the reason why we live

[dropofvioletdew]

A personal story about how school, hospital stay, and Mario Bros. games have impacted me

The first Mario game I've ever had was Super Mario Bros. Deluxe on the Game Boy Color. I had the red one, and my sibling had the green version.

When I was a kid one year, I not only had a bad time at school (I had forgotten most of what happened in that grade, so maybe it was for the best), I wasn’t the perfect student, but what I do remember the most is that my teacher sucked for not only giving me a low grade on a paper but for displaying my low-graded work on the wall in the hallway for people to see. For a normal teacher, it would make sense to give a kid a low rating if it’s bad work and tell the kid to improve next time, but to literally post the failed paper on the wall for others to look at is terrible. Talk about ruining a kid’s self-esteem! My parents took it up with the principal. The teacher was told by the principal to change my grade to a passing one because she took it too far. The grade was changed thankfully. The paper I had written was a long story about a dragon that was raised by sea horses. The story wasn’t original or had the best grammar by any means, but the concept was interesting.

I was also diagnosed with scoliosis. Here's a quote directly pasted from Google to explain what that is:

  “Scoliosis is a sideways curvature of the spine that most often is diagnosed in adolescents. While scoliosis can occur in people with conditions such as cerebral palsy and muscular dystrophy, the cause of most childhood scoliosis is unknown. Most cases of scoliosis are mild, but some curves worsen as children grow.”

Anyways, Super Mario Bros. Deluxe was the last video game I played with my sibling before the spine surgery. Having doctors install a metal rod into the spinal cord was pretty tough to go through. Very painful experience that I had to relearn how to walk again. I played Mario Tennis on the Nintendo 64 at the hospital during my recovery. I played Birdo in the game. Also, I watched odd TV shows like Baby Looney Tunes to help pass the time. Despite the pain, I was glad to be away from school. My substitute helped me pass the class instead while my actual teacher was away. So yeah. I have a strong connection with Nintendo, but I hesitated to share it with anybody online. I decided to make this post regardless.

[k-hotchoisan]

Yay to 500 followers XD, Wanna know what’s your choice for number 1!

1. San teasing you in the presence of your parents or Tease Wooyoung in front of the members?

Ruining Wooyoung because he loves being teased? Sounds like a fuckin win to me! 😛

Where you tease Wooyoung during dinner and see how long it takes for him to break. Spoiler: not very long 🩷

Genre/warnings: smut, Drabble, teasing, voyeurism if you squint, reader is getting a rise out of Wooyoung so he’d fuck her, orgasm denial

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3

K’s 500 this or that? Masterlist here!

“I saw your performance yesterday. It was amazing”, you compliment Hongjoong, and he smiles sheepishly.

“Thanks, y/n. Apologies that we came on such short notice though. Hope we didn’t interrupt you and Woo”, Hongjoong smiles as he fits a piece of chicken into his mouth.

You wave him off. “Small issue. It’s been awhile since we saw each other right, Woo?” You say, your hand dangerously near Wooyoung’s crotch once more, as you give him a squeeze. Wooyoung’s breath is caught in his throat. He doesn’t dare to move.

The group begins to melt into their own conversations as the night continues.

From time to time, your knee bumps into his, and Wooyoung’s heart is beating in his chest every time he feels your skin brush against his under the table.

Your hand trails down and Wooyoung jumps at the feeling of your hand palming his crotch. He stares daggers at you, but you feign ignorance, smiling and laughing at Yeosang’s jokes. Wooyoung exhales slightly heavily when you use your knuckles to press against his slowly growing erection.

Well, since Wooyoung wanted to act like a brat, you were gonna treat him like one.

He sucks in a breath before you completely pull back, deciding to grab some fried chicken. Wooyoung side eyes you with his eyebrows furrowed. He’s beginning to grow slightly impatient, and his cock underneath his sweats is starting grow too.

San pesters you with questions of how you’ve been and what you’re up to and you answer him enthusiastically as your hands go from rubbing and squeezing Wooyoung’s thighs to rubbing and stroking his clothed erection.

“Woo, you okay? You’ve been pretty quiet since just now”, San questions. Wooyoung glances at you and you plaster a smile as your hand retracts once again to stroke his hair. You lean in close to his ear.

“Go on, answer him. Unless you’re not planning to fuck me tonight.”

You see him swallow hard before he plasters his own smile and makes up a lie about being tired from the training schedule.

San raises an eyebrow, wondering what the hell you even said to him but he doesn’t question anymore. His phone lights up and he gets completely distracted.

You shift to Wooyoung’s ear again. “Good boy. You’re doing so well despite your bratty attitude just now.” Wooyoung shifts uncomfortably in his seat as you hands are full on stroking his hard cock now, and Wooyoung is fighting for his life to bite back moans.

The thrill of being caught—humiliating but yet so fucking exhilarating. He knows his members will never let him breathe should that happen, but his mind is slowly going blank from the way you’re lightly pinching his cock.

“Wooyoung, you look kinda pale. Are you sure you’re okay?” Seonghwa asks, as he sips from his cup.

Wooyoung doesn’t want to answer. He just wants to fucking cum. The way you’re stroking his cock so agonisingly slow was driving him insane.

You turn your head to him and place your hand on his forehead, noting the small beads of sweat rolling down his temple, and he internally curses when your hand is removed once more.

“Maybe he just needs a glass of water,” you guess, and you lean forward to the cold jug of water, your shorts hiking up your ass as you use your chair as leverage to reach over, all of which doesn’t go unnoticed by Wooyoung. He stares intently at the curvature of your ass, the way your panties are peaking out from the fabric, and he looks away immediately the moment you settle back down and hand Wooyoung his drink.

And you don’t touch him for a long period of time. Evidently, that was starting to drive Wooyoung up the wall. Every time your skin brushes against his, it sends electricity down his spine.

His friends continue talking but nothing processes in Wooyoung’s head, he just smiles but his eyes always darts right back at you.

When he least expects it, your hands are splayed on his thigh again, giving him squeezes as you laugh at god knows what, and his cock immediately reacts to your touch, as it presses painfully against his pants once more.

The last straw is when your chopstick hits the floor and you excuse yourself, going down under the table, using Wooyoung’s thigh as leverage to kneel down and retrieve the utensil, that is, until your head turns to face the bulge in Wooyoung’s pants, and you decide to shift closer. Wooyoung makes the mistake of looking down, right at you, you who’s face is just at his hard dick, looking up at Wooyoung with feign innocence, hands on his thighs, giving him probably less than a second to collect his thoughts before your lips latch onto his crotch, and your tongue teasing his cock hidden by layers of fabric. He hisses and stands up, taking your hand and dragging you, albeit a little harshly to the shared bedroom. The members follow your gaze, all looking confused, and you play along, plastering a pout and a shrug before you’re met with a very frustrated Wooyoung behind closed doors.

“You think it’s cute, huh?” Wooyoung hisses, as he traps you between his arms on the bed. You glance at his lips, then back to his eyes, lifting your knee to press against his crotch once more.

“Maybe”, you hum, playing with his strands of hair. You hands smooth along his arms, and it draws goosebumps along the male’s skin.

“We should go back and finish the dinner, Woo”, you remind him, pushing him off once you know he’s let his guard down, but not before you straddle him for a good few seconds, kissing his jaw gently as you whisper softly in his ear.

“And then you can fuck me however you want to when we’re done.”

Wooyoung spins his head at your direction as you wait at the door for him, wondering how he’s gonna hide his full blown erection, especially when his thoughts are only full of making sure you’re never walking normally for the next few days.

[yokomation-blog]

OK THEN! I think we can call her Head done(For now i think i might improve her nose a bit later)

NOW her body´s Depth and details then we can move onto her arms, legs, hands and feet and THEN the Displacemeant and curvature maps can get used

once we done THAT i´ll likely piant in her Mouth, Teeth and Tounge and Nipples, i might take one to two days to color her, Something inside of me still feels like i can benfit from it, same for Nat and Kitube, for now atleast.

With Willa Brown and Hercy THAT´S when i can speed up like a Bro.