protruding tongue

Breathe like a pug.

Pugs and their brachycephalic brethren have a long list of problems, but lets just talk about their airway for a second.

Pugs and other flat-faced dogs have, to varying extents, brachycephalic syndrome. The short version is that these dogs breathe REALLY badly. The long version is that they have up to half a dozen things wrong with their airway that narrows it.

Try this experiment: find yourself a straw, any will do, and breathe through it.
Only breathe through the straw. Try breathing quicker or slower and see how that feels.

How long does it take to become uncomfortable? Do you feel that instant relief when you finally breathe normally?

This is what it feels like for brachycephalic dogs to breathe. This is their reality. Their airway is narrowed, like yours was with the straw. They live like this. We breed them like this.

The sensation you were feeling is called air hunger. It’s beginning to be discussed more often as a welfare issue.

Brachycephalic syndrome consists of a number of abnormalities. Stenotic nares (closed nostrils) can be improved surgically, and affected dogs can still breathe through the mouth. A long soft palate reduces the diameter of the airway, and again can be improved surgically. The everted saccules, which may reduce the diameter of the airway by 50%, can also be removed surgically.

But you cannot fix the hypoplastic trachea. The dog’s windpipe may only be a fifth of the diameter it should be, perpetually restricting the dog’s breathing. They are forever forced to breathe through that straw. There’s nothing you can do about it.

A dog should have a nose. The disturbing trend of breeding flatter faced dogs has reduced the size if the skull, but hasn’t reduced the size of the tongue and soft tissues of the head. This flesh has nowhere to go, except to crowd the airway. Some pugs have so little nasal space that their nasal turbinates, the fine bones inside the nose responsible for the dog’s sense of smell, actually protrude backwards into the pharynx. Up to 30% of pugs were affected in one study.

Look at these skulls, one pug and one airedale terrier. 

The pug’s bones are smaller, and there’s less space within the skull, but both dogs will have the same amount of flesh on the head. On the terrier it will be fairly normal. On the pug it’s packed in like a sleeping bag.

Consider how far their tongue protrudes. That’s how long their skull should really be to be ‘normal’. That’s how much nose is missing.

A dog needs a nose. These free spirits deserve to be able to breathe freely. We should not be breeding dogs to have flat faces because we like the look of it.

If you think we should, then go breathe through a straw.

For twelve years.

His Naughty Girl (M) // Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by polarbeom

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary/Request: You and Yugyeom get up to no good in the shower (need I say more?)

Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut, face sitting, oral etc

“I’m off for a shower babe” you chimed to Yugyeom as he sat on your bed, leafing through one of your celebrity magazines you bought a few weeks ago.

“Uhhuh” he murmured incoherently back at you, being too engrossed in one of the gossip columns to respond properly. You raised your eyebrow and shook your head sarcastically at how dopey he could act sometimes, but ultimately loving him nonetheless. “I know how to fix that” you smiled to yourself as you stepped in front of your mirrored wardrobe and dropped your dressing gown on the floor, letting it pool around your ankles with a light thud before you began rummaging for your bra and knickers to bring into the bathroom. Hearing the small commotion, Yugyeom raised his eyes to the very lovely sight of your bare derrière as you stood up straight and wrapped a towel around you. He licked his lips subconsciously at the sight of your womanly curves, feeling the all too familiar sensation of his bulge growing just that little bit larger in his pants as your twirled around and smiled at him – full of playful seductiveness before winking at him and making your way into the shower.

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Fixer-Upper [h.s.]



The situation Y/N had found herself in was very rare and unnatural considering she was normally very mindful and cautious of these types of circumstances, especially now during class. It was odd and uncomfortable– boy, was it uncomfortable– and it made her feel hollowly awkward and flustered with anxiety.

It had happened to her a handful of times because, naturally, thinking about Harry can get her wound up pretty tight if just the right explicit thoughts managed to wriggle themselves in from the recesses of her mind. Thoughts that she wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on too much while in public because making herself horny in front of her peers was utterly stupid. But this time, Y/N wasn’t really able to control it. It snuck up on her and when set into motion, she just couldn’t make it stop. It was like trying to halt a neutral FedEx truck from rolling down a hill only by pulling it with bare hands– hopeless and blatantly impossible.

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You just want to wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze that Adams apple, but first get him heavily intoxicated, so he doesn’t put up much of a fight. Given his size it should only take a few beers to get him totally shit-faced and stumbling drunk.  You then wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze, feeling the cartilage of his Adam’s apple compress beneath your fingers. He’ll react of course, however, given his level of intoxication, his efforts will be sloppy at best, managing to only slap and claw unsuccessfully at the hands gripping his throat.  His eyes somewhat wide with panic, with his pale face going from bright red to purple as his tongue protrudes from his mouth only managing to emit a few gurgled, strangled chokes.  In short order his eyes glaze over, his arms drop to his side as he loses consciousness, becoming dead weight held up only by your hands around his throat.  You then tie his hands behind back, toss him over your shoulder and take this cowboy away to have your way with him.    

Stop; Don’t Stop (M) // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljb

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary//Request: It’s your first time with Jaebum - but the pleasure proves too much for you. Jaebum stops but still feels incredibly sexually frustrated - you notice, so you help him out.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut and first time sex.

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Unedited : Calum AU

Description: I feel like Calum’s been hella artistic lately so enjoy some quick photographer!Calum

Word Count: 985

A long shower greets you as you and Calum return from your evening ocean side walk. Calum, being the dedicated photographer that he is, couldn’t resist the particularly colorful sunset that painted tonight’s sky, and insisted that you join him on his quest to capture new material for his landscape portfolio. You obliged enthusiastically, always honored to watch Calum at work. He has such an eye for photogenic moments, many of them framed and hung around the walls of the home you two have enjoyed personalizing over the years. You never tire of walking into a room covered in his artistic talents, and you don’t think you ever will.

After your shower you expect to find Calum waiting for you, warming up the sheets of your bed, but he’s not there when you walk in. You dress in your favorite t-shirt of his and a comfortable pair of cheekies, then wander toward the only other room he might possibly be. It’s not much of a studio, just a bit of open space with a computer desk and a drafting table (because the boy can draw, too), with prints of his pictures yet to be suspended lined up around the floorboards. Sure enough, you find him sat at the desk, his opened laptop holding his complete attention.

The door isn’t closed all the way so you knock softly on the frame, letting your presence be known. With the turn of his head Calum peeks at you, a smile instantly running across his handsome face.

“Come ‘ere, angel,” he says as he leans back in his chair, offering his lap as a seat.

You take a few barefooted steps to meet him, hugging his neck as you sit. One of his strong arms wraps around your waist while the other allows him control of the wireless mouse. The laptop screen displays the pictures from earlier, different shades of yellow and orange being the primary sight. It really was a camera worthy sunset, and you can’t wait to see the masterpieces that Calum has turned it into.

“What do you think?” he asks, scrolling through edited and unedited versions of similar pictures. Flipping through all of them almost acts as a timeline, like you’re watching the sun set all over again.

“They’re really good,” you praise, painfully aware of your bland vocabulary. Calum is better with words as well, something you discovered in an apology letter he left you after one of your first serious fights.

He smiles again and gives your shoulder an innocent kiss, thanking you for the compliment.

“My favorite one’s coming up.”

You watch patiently as he continues to go from photo to photo, each shot somehow impressing you more than the last. It doesn’t take long for the one he was talking about to make its debut appearance, and your heart lurches when you see it.

It slipped your mind that there was a moment when Calum attempted to sneak you into frame while you weren’t paying attention. You thought you managed to catch on in time before he was able to accomplish a task that you’ve repeatedly told him you want to be no part of, but apparently that wasn’t the case. In front of you is a picture of yourself, a moment before you told Calum to stop pointing his camera at you. In it you’re seemingly reaching for the lens, on a mission to cover it with your palm, but your expression betrays you with a small smirk breaking free of its suppression. Instead of looking into the lens, your gaze is focused slightly above it where Calum’s eyes would be meeting yours. Your skin looks especially bronze as you stand in the direct path of the sun’s setting light, flattering your complexion into looking oddly flawless while highlighting the lighter shades of your hair.  

You lean forward as you’re introduced to the picture, baffled by your own face. You don’t usually like having your picture taken by someone else, Calum included, but this one is something close to a miracle.

“You edited this,” you declare, brushing his hand off of the wireless mouse so you can use it.

“Nope,” Calum says proudly.



“Well I look… weird.”

He curls his other arm around you now that he’s lost his rights to the mouse, takes your free hand in his, and raises it to his lips.

“You look like you’re in love with me,” he says.

His observation awakens the butterflies nesting in your stomach. Another glance at the picture gives you the same impression. The half-smiling face you’re making is one of not only annoyance but acceptance, two emotions that only Calum could make you feel simultaneously.  

“Huh,” you huff, leaning further into Calum’s body, “Camera must be broken.”

He laughs and squeezes you tighter, attacking your neck with take-it-back kisses. You swing your legs over his to make yourself more comfortable on his lap. He runs his fingers down the bare skin of your thigh, raising goosebumps in their path. His mouth gradually works its way toward yours, pressing multiple kisses to the lips he can never seem to get enough of.

The way every thought that doesn’t involve Calum disappears from your mind, leaving you lightheaded and consumed by him, is sufficient evidence to prove your little joke false. As you kiss him you’re reminded of the admiration you felt by the ocean while you witnessed him in action. You can clearly visualize the tip of his tongue protruding his teeth as he analyzes his surroundings for the best scenery, and the cute lines that crease near his right eye when he squints into the view finder. You adore all there is to adore about him: his commitment, his passion, his raw capability, and although you hate being made the subject of his artwork, you know damn well there’s nothing broken about that camera at all.  



Summary: Two boys are always better than one.

Characters: Yoongi (BTS) x Jihoon (Seventeen) x reader

Length: 7,101 words 

Type: smut, fluff, idk lmao

A/N: anyways, i fucking love polyamorous fics cause im a constant hoe, im turning this relationship into a series n next time, u bet ur ass there will be double penetration gbye, 

Originally posted by syubbie

Originally posted by camera-seventeen

“Mom’s home!” You chuckled out, kicking the door open as you clutched a bag of snacks in one of your arms, your feet shuffling inside as you giggled lightly to yourself, feeling a pair of footsteps walk towards you before you could even fully open the door, and a gruff, sleepy voice bark at you.

“Took you long enough, did you get my chips?”

You rolled your eyes, coming face to face with Jihoon as he stared at you expectantly, your cheeks involuntarily heating up after a few seconds.

“Duh, I got them. You want me to feed them to you too?” You mumbled sarcastically, laughing lightly at the way he attacked the bag in your hands, taking the load off of you as you brushed off some of the leaves that had fallen onto you from outside.

“If you’re gonna feed anyone, feed me.” Smiling, your vision looked towards the sound of the voice and connected with Yoongi as he coolly strode to where you were standing, narrowly missing a shuffling Jihoon, oblivious to anything but his snacks.

“Ah, we talked about this Min Yoongi, no more feeding until you learn to stop nipping at my fingers.” Ticking your tongue at him, you breezed past his rolling eyes as you made your way towards the younger and smaller boy, watching in amusement as he pulled out some donuts and stared at them before he looked back up at you, mouth agape. 

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Bakechochin is from Japanese folklore and is a ghost lantern carried by ghosts, or obake. Bakechochin means ‘haunted lantern’. The lantern has eyes and a long tongue protruding from its mouth. It serves as a home for the ghost of people who died with hate still in their hearts and are thus earthbound. If a person mistakenly lights one of these haunted lanterns, the hateful ghost inside will jump out and attack.

Achaemenid Gold Roundel c. 5th-4th Century BC

With two addorsed rampant lions, their hindquarters touching, necks joined by a single head with jaws gaping, teeth bared and tongue protruding, mane and whiskers delineated, their feet resting on incised circular border.

My dad wanted me to sign up for the Men’s Health challenge during the start of my next fall semester at college.  "But I am healthy!“ I countered.

"Jacob – Jake – I don’t want my son turning into one of those spoiled academics who looks like he’s into pot and slacking off.  You’ve already picked up an attitude at school and I don’t like it.

We fought and fought and when he told me tuition wouldn’t be covered unless I just shut up and did it, I caved.  Five days a week, and I pushed myself further than I expected to go at first.  It got easier as it went on, I guess, plus my dad was so psychology manipulative about it, and being mad at him about the whole thing just got me fired up.  See how he likes it when I’m in way better shape than him, I thought.  It made me feel cocky to see myself start to take on a more athletic look.

My arms and shoulders were swelling out, getting that football shape and veins popping out that I had never really noticed before.  My pecs filled in as I worked on that six pack.  My neck really thickened up and it felt like my nips, hell, even my dick were more sensitive to the touch than they used to be – in a good way.  I loved stepping on the scale and watching red the numbers go up.  That was the only reward I needed.

"Yeah Jake!” my dad said, wanting a high five – I just smirked and gave it to him.  Ok, I had to admit it felt good to be in shape.  I just looked more handsome and felt more energetic and cooler than I used to.  Really, I wouldn’t want to go back to being the hippie guy I had been turning into a bit.  He wasn’t as motivated and didn’t have this energy.  My voice sounds manlier now – really, there’s been all sorts of changes I didn’t expect.  I never really got why folks work out before, but I’m so glad I went through it.

My beard actually comes in a little thicker; I’ve always got a 5 o'clock shadow, but I have to shave daily, my dad told me, just so I don’t go back to looking like the scruffy loser I was.  I kind of think of beards a lot now, though, just because shaving draws your attention to it.  I liked the hair, you know?  I don’t want to look like some slob though.  I think it’s making me a little weird.  Like I’m always seeing guys with beards and getting a little jealous.  The odd thing is I’m always scoping out hair on a guy, like any sort of hair – legs, pits – I could just shove my face into a guy’s hairy pits or groin, you know?  I think about that a lot, shoving my face into some guy’s body hair.

Sorry, haha, I know that’s kind of fucked up, it’s just that my sex drive has amped way higher since they did this to me.  I mean, I kind of like it.  Ok, I like being like this.  Physical activity really gets your blood pumping and floods you with hormones you didn’t even know you had before.

Truth is, I’m thinking of dick all day now.  Like this body wants to hook up, it’s making me a total perv.  Like a guy slapping his thick meat on my protruded tongue as I sit on my knees and drool, looking up at him…that makes me so fucking hard just thinking about it.  Or me strapping up in a singlet and wrestling another dude down as our cocks start leaking pre and I rip his singlet off and fuck him, like really ram that ass good, until he comes all over the mat and licks it up just to look hot to me.  Yeah man.

So I started hookin up with dudes on my phone.  Couldn’t help it, and man it feels so fuckin good.  Jock dudes only, cut and buff at first but I’m startin to get crazier and hornier thoughts all the time.  Love sayin some sick shit in a frat gut’s ear about how I want to lick his asshole all night and rape the shit out of it, and I might just end up doing it as it really turns me to think that kind of stuff.

Of course I don’t tell my family that I’m hooking up with men now because they’d freak.  But trying to keep it all in just makes me even hornier, I think.  More twisted in this hot ass way.  On weekends especially I’m so ready to get down on my knees with some real jocks and let out this body, man.  I mean they made me work out until all I can think of is my body and sex, right, so I might as well enjoy it.  I love flexin for dudes and feeling up a real jock’s muscle bod.  It’s like I’m becoming addicted to men.  Unleashing the beast, you know?

Even thinking of hooking up with dudes these days me sweat a little and get hard, so I’ll do some pushups to distract myself but that just makes me even harder, you know?  Before you know it I’m either jacking off or hunting for dick.  I go to parties now all the time and am always wondering what other dudes there might be hungry for men.  Love flexing, having fun and showing off.

Fuck, I can’t believe I’m talking like this – only that’s who I am now, dudes.  Like I love this new body so much that you know, I don’t really give a fuck if I’m acting like a cocky fucker who thinks about twisted shit and raping some hot wrestler ass now.  I love it, actually.  Yeah boys.  You know you want to get down on all fours for this and lick this body all over.  If you beg I might allow that.

TTYL Part 2

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3907

Summary: An incredible amount of luck leads to an unforgettable experience on a video-chat website with a sexy stranger.

A/N: Finally, here is Part 2! Be on the look-out for Part 3 in the next two weeks :) 

Was it really him?

I dwelled on that question for days. There was a chance I had misheard, but in the moment it sounded beyond a doubt like Jimin was calling out for Taehyung.

“Tae Tae, we brought food!”

“Ah, what is it?”

That response sounded so much like his voice. Could it all have just been a coincidence? Could there be another Tae living somewhere with a roommate that sounds just like Jimin? Could that Tae have the same voice as V?

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here, kitty ( jihoon drabble )


“Jihoon, stop.”

nuzzle, nuzzle

You bit back your laugh, tossing your hair back teasingly, letting it hit your shoulders as you opened your mouth in surprise.

“Ow!” You groaned, suddenly feeling light claws sink into your back as Jihoon wagged his tail behind him, tongue protruding out as his cheeks warmed.

You turned to face him, feeling his claws retract as he looked around sheepishly.

“What the hell?” You mumbled, bringing your hair back around as his eyes followed it against his will, lightly stimulated.

“Sorry.” He purred, his ears moving down in apology as you watched him with curious eyes.

“It’s okay, why were you nuzzling against my back earlier?” Humming, you brought your hand up, his eyes following it with bright irises that expanded as you brought your hand down softly, your fingers moving back and forth as you scratched against his ear, Jihoon’s purring beginning to resonate even louder as you smirked.

“Was it for kisses?” You teased, watching as his tail swayed behind him and his eyes widened playfully, his nose wet as he twitched it.

“Maybe.” His voice strained, slight intercepts of high pitched whines playing against it.

Smiling softly again, you leaned in, his yellow irises moving with you as you puckered up your mouth, going to nuzzle into his cheek, before you felt soft paws connect with your mouth, and you opened your eyes again, watching as Jihoon smiled warmly at you.

“Why?” You mumbled behind his paws, before feeling him remove them and softly stand on his knees next to you on your bed, his tail curving in slight swishes as his ears twitched with interest.

I’m the predator, you’re the prey.” He teased, moving up towards you as you rolled your eyes softly.

“You’re a kitten Jihoon, not a lion.” You watched him pout, before winking his eye at you softly as you gulped lightly, his tail moving in excitement as he watched you.

“Stop ruining the fun.” He laughed, before you fell on the bed again, in a fit of giggles as he pounced on you lightly, his mouth connecting with yours as his body purred up against you, your little, tiny warm catboy, tail tickling your skin as his hands held onto you like you really were his prey, and you were, at least for the night.


And other borrowed things.

“Pass me the powder. No – the vial. Yeah. Right there. That one.”

Levi’s hand, which hovered over a shelf filled to the fucking brim with vials that all frankly looked alike, plucked one up under her direction.

Focused on the subject of her experimentation, a spear-like contraption, Hange held out a hand. Her hair was wild (she hadn’t bothered to brush it in days) and she wore a pair of scuffed goggles, which when they shifted, left smudged oily outlines on her cheeks.

Hange, the centerpiece of the controlled chaos that was her lab, looked every part the mad scientist that those who didn’t know any better, thought her to be.  

Levi knew better.

He passed her the vial of grey powder without a word.

“If this works, it will change everything,” she said.

He didn’t doubt it. Hange had a proclivity for such things. For better or worse, the world changed under her hand.

Tongue protruding between her lips, she poured the powder into a canister within the contraption.

Hunched over the device, she muttered, coaxing the cold metal with words of whispered encouragement. “You’ll work. This time, you’ll ignite.”

Levi took back the empty vial when she blindly offered it. Before he could place it back with the others, she made a small noise of dissent. Pushing oily bangs behind her ear, she nodded toward the rear of the lab. “I keep a barrel of the stuff in a secure closet. Refill it for me?”

That she’d purposely sent him away didn’t cross his mind.

The explosion rocked the closet. It was thunder in the confined lab. The barrel from which he’d been scooping tipped and black powder poured over the floor, engulfing tiny, sharp shards of glass. He’d dropped the vial.

Bilious smoke choked the lab. Drawing his cravat over his mouth, he plunged into the disaster. If she’d fucking gone and blown herself up

Two strong hands latched over his shoulders. Hange. Her face was black with powder and one eyebrow appeared to be partially singed. She bared her teeth in a wide, almost manic grin. Roughly shaking his shoulders, she laughed, crowing her victory. “It worked!”

And for a second, he couldn’t see, so profound was his anger.

She’d nearly blown herself up.

He pried her blackened fingers from his arms and said stiffly, “Are you done for today?”

“Aw, Levi. Don’t be mad. I was using a fraction of the gunpowder the spear can hold. It was an almost completely controlled explosion,” she said, and lifted the goggles from her eyes. “And yes. I’m done.”

“Good. I’m leaving.”

If she’d protested he would have left without pause. But she didn’t. Goggles in her hands, she watched him go.

He was halfway across the ruined room before he turned on his heel and marched straight back. Reaching for the front of her shirt, he pulled her toward him. Pressing up on his toes, he tangled his fingers in her singed, messy hair, and dragged her into a rough, fleeting kiss.

“You’re too fucking reckless.”

“I know.”

His fingers slipped from her hair. He pressed a slower, more careful kiss against her lips.

Now I’m leaving.”

He was still angry. But after a few hours spent hacking at Titan dummies, his frustration would lose it’s edge - he knew. She knew it too.

She smiled. “Alright. See you at dinner.”


Shoving the lab door open, he let it swing behind him, ajar. He could only hope the smoke cleared out before she fucked up her lungs.

Hange Zoe was reckless and brilliant and she was going to change the world. 

And it was undeniable: he loved her too fucking much for his own good. In this world, loving anyone was a risky venture. To love a woman like Hange was to court grief. It was addicting, exhilarating, and the aching, bittersweet promise of pain.

He refused to regret it.

Use Your Mouth

Scenario: first time giving oral for Yunhyeong

Rating: Mature [ ! ]

Originally posted by teambgasm

You wanted to do this for him.


Your hands were shaking as you waited for Yunhyeong to come home. This was the first time that you tried taking initiative in the bedroom, it was something that you had never done before. Doubt swarmed in your mind, what if you failed at pleasuring him and you just embarrassed yourself? Oh god, you would feel so bad if he forced himself to lie and pretend to like it. It seemed a little late to change your mind now as you looked at what you had been preparing the whole day.

The turn of the door knob interrupted you from further negative thoughts.

Yunhyeong froze in his tracks when he saw you. He couldn’t help but grin at the scene laid out before him. His eyes hungrily roamed your body exposed in all its glory.

Yunhyeong cupped your face and his thumb ran over your cheek. You leaned into his touch earning a small smile from him. As much as you would’ve liked to stay in this position you knew that his lower half was starting to react to your seductions.

“What’s the special occasion?” he asked.

“Just an experiment.” You noticed him bite his bottom lip hearing your reply.

You rejected his attempt to kiss you earning a small eyebrow raise.

“Let me be the one to pleasure you today, baby.”

With a burst of confidence you wrapped arms around his neck and engaged him in a kiss. Yunhyeong’s hands were at your back pushing you to come closer and feel his chest. You felt his tongue trying protrude your mouth, but you wouldn’t allow him. You were the one always being teased now it was your chance to get back at him. He let out a small pained whimper at your rejections, so you finally allowed his tongue to enter. Taking the opportunity Yunhyeong suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and shoved his tongue inside your warm mouth. He was more rough this time than usual and you weren’t shy to say that you liked it this way.

A thin string of saliva connected your lips after the separation. You stared into his eyes as your hand trailed down and into his pants. He looked confused yet starved for what was coming to him. Your thumb rubbed the tip for a bit before fully pumping his shaft. You earned a groan from him making you even more confident in your approach. Any doubt was washed away with Yunhyeong’s moans.

Yunhyeong’s breathing started getting uneven. He rested his head on your shoulder before sucking on your neck. In a matter of moments, he had found your sweet spot behind your ear. As much as you would’ve liked to be dominant one, in the end Yunhyeong always made you whimper in pleasure. However, you also noticed him groaning and squirming as your pace on the pumps sped up by a bit. You used his precum as a lubricant for faster sliding.

You were both turned on faster than either of you would admit. Yunhyeong’s panting was getting heavier and you could see that he couldn’t take anymore of the light-handed pleasure you gave him. He desperately needed a release. With one hand he guided your nimble fingers into his most sensitive spot and with the other he grabbed your chin to cover your mouth with his. Yunhyeong’s chest was heaving up and down. The kiss was sloppy yet incredibly urgent. He gasped against your mouth as you wrapped your fingers tighter around his shaft.

“Babygirl, use your mouth - I can’t take it anymore.” you heard Yunhyeong groan out.

He grasped your shoulders and gently pushed you down to go on your knees. You let out his manhood and finally saw it in all its mighty glory. In a state of awe you couldn’t see how Yunhyeong was looking at you with a lustful gaze. Licking your lips one more time, you gently grazed your teeth along the tip sending Yunhyeong in a state of pure sexual frustration. You were stealing his breaths with your mouth covering his most sensitive part.

Looking at you like this in the heat of the moment turned him on beyond measure. You were losing yourselves in each other, your peaks rapidly approaching. You were both getting off to each others images and moans. Yunhyeong was coming apart above you. His entire body tensed before he spilled into your mouth, you stayed still and swallowed like a champ. Yunhyeong growled through clenched teeth and bit his lip. 

“Thank you, baby. You are the best, how did I ever get so lucky?” 

You two sealed the deal with a kiss afterwards.

Maha Kali

Kali is the goddess of dissolution and destruction. She is known for destroying ignorance, and she helps those who strive for knowledge of God. Her name means “The Black One” and the city of Calcutta is named in her honour “Kolkotta”.

She is fearsome in appearance. She has wild eyes, a protruding tongue, and she wields a bloody sword. She also holds the severed head of a demon, and she wears a belt of severed heads.

In Hindu mythology, the gods could not kill the demon Raktabija. Every drop of his blood that touched the ground transformed itself into another demon. Within a few minutes of attacking this asura with their weapons, the gods would find the entire battlefield covered with millions of demon clones.

In despair, the gods turned to Shiva. But Shiva was lost in meditation, so they turned to his consort Parvati. The goddess immediately set out to do battle with this dreaded demon in the form of Kali.

She rode into the battleground on her lion, and Raktabija experienced fear for the first time in his demonic heart. Kali ordered the gods to attack Raktabija. Kali then spread her tongue to cover the battlefield preventing even a single drop of Raktabija’s blood from falling on the group, thus preventing Raktabija from reproducing himself.

Drunk on Raktabija’s blood, Kali ran across the cosmos killing anyone who dared cross her path. She adorned herself with the heads, limbs and entrails of her victims. To pacify her, Shiva threw himself under her feet. This stopped the goddess. She calmed down, embraced her husband, and shed her ferocious form. Pritvi or the earth was free from the evils.

By K.Nagori

An inlaid wood netsuke of a man

By Kokeisai Sansho, late 19th/early 20th century, Japan.
Standing and wearing a floppy hat and belted robe, inlaid with medallions, leaning forward and holding open his mouth with both hands to reveal his protruding tongue

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          For almost half a minute, he remains unmoving, eyes slightly narrowed in an intense concentration, just the tip of his tongue protruding from between his lips… Then, quick as an elastic band snapping into place, his hand swats out, and slaps his knee. “Gotcha!” He lifts his hand to show the bloody remains of a mosquito smeared across his palm. “Bucky Barnes: 1, pesky mosquitoes: 0 and one third of my blood.” Okay, maybe not one third of his blood, but he has every right to exaggerate. His legs were covered in blotchy red mosquito bites, and the only thing saving his arms was the long sleeves he’d thought to pack, and the fact that one of them was plastic.

          “Remind me why we agreed to come back to this pit of hell?” he groans, getting up to wash his hand at the kitchen sink. The room they were staying at was barely furnished and painted a light yellow eyesore. But it did have working fans and a direct line of sight to their target across the street. Regardless, the heat, the humidity and the bastard mosquitoes were making him question whether the chance to be on mission with Maria and share a room was worth it.

Assassin’s Creed: Bonds #17

So, I got a couple reviews about this story on that kinda got me in a tangle. My response is on the chapter post there and man I could not contain myself.

 I want to thank jessicamcguire3 and hannah-nobody for encouraging me to keep going with how I intended this story to go. (Why won’t tumblr let me tag certain people?)

I also played back through AC II because Natsu is not Ezio but he’s gonna have some of his moves. One final fluff chapter before the real games begin.

Chapter Seventeen: Calm before the Storm

The sounds of celebration and merriment could be heard from outside the library window.

Lucy sighed, glancing up from one of her many leather bound books, slipping off her red reading glasses. Laughter and sounds of little confetti poppers echoed through the sunny spring air, taunting her with things she could not hope to experience.

Her research on the Pieces of the Spirit King was moving along…at a snails pace but still moving. At least she knew what books did not contain the information she sought.

Shoving her chair back with a loud screech on tile, the blonde heiress strode over to the window, peering out towards the Sakura tree that barely peeked over the coned rooftops of nearby houses.

She could hear the bands playing from the distance.

Slumping so she rested her head on the sill, she stared out longingly, wishing she had wings and could fly over the festival. Just one day out there.

The house was empty, all the maids free to celebrate the day as they saw fit since the master of the home was away. Lucy, having put up a good ruse of being ill to fool her father, did not outsmart her maids. They knew her ploy to escape the yearly trip but still had meals prepared while they would be absent.

Brown eyes drifted down to the garden below, taking in the bees dancing over the lilacs and tulips. Spring was bleeding into Summer soon, and with it will come greater dangers. Everyone was suffering from the war in the East, and it was only a matter of time before it marched straight into Magnolia.

A flash of pink caught her gaze. With a squint, Lucy blinked and giggled, quickly turning and dashing from the library after closing all her books and hiding her notes. The pink roses would not be in bloom for another month, after all.

The empty house was the only thing to bid her farewell, for the maids had the day off for the festival and family time. No one would see her go because the guards were forbidden entrance unless hearing a commotion. The Heartfilia manor was rather silent when empty.

Trotting once she reached the garden, Lucy smiled as she neared that familiar hedge, uttering a “Psst” as she paused before the branches.

From the depths, leaves shifted and her ‘Psst’ was answered by a male echo.

Giggling, Lucy carefully stuck her head within the leaves, smiling brighter when coming face to face with a pink haired man. He was in casual commoner’s attire, a black waist length cloak draped to cover his right shoulder and arm. His scarf was still in place, looking nice with his black vest cloak and hood.

“Natsu? What brings you here?” She asked without thinking because really, why would he be here on the greatest day of celebration in Magnolia.

At his devilish grin and wicked stare, Lucy blushed even brighter when he reached out and grasped her right hand gently, bare and rough skin brushing hers.

Memories of him, his heat and proximity that night, flooded through her senses. That night under the stars when he told her she fought her own way and his eyes shone with pride, had been one that stuck with her. When he nearly kissed her…his callous thumb brushing over her skin.

“Kidnapping a princess.” he answered with a growl, gently tugging her into the hedge and out the other side. Giving her a second to compose herself and free her golden hair of leaves, together they ran down the street: hand in hand with laughter bubbling out of their chests.

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Mother Nature Dancing on the Stage of Infinite Consciousness.

Shiva, Her husband, represents God in His vibrationless state, beyond creation. Thus, He is depicted as supine.
Kali’s tongue is protruding not in blood-lust as most people believe, but because in India, when a person makes a mistake, he sticks out his tongue. In the West, don’t you express embarrassment somewhat similarly? You put your hands to your mouth.

Kali is depicted as dancing all over creation. This dance represents the movement of cosmic vibration, in which all things exist. When Kali’s foot touches the breast of the Infinite (Shiva) however, She puts her tongue out as if to say, ‘Oh, oh, I’ve gone too far!’ For at the touch of the Infinite Spirit, all vibration ceases.

The Cosmic Mother ~ Paramahansa Yogananda.