#vocative

[soracities]

English is my native anguish.

Amit Majmudar, from “Vocative”

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #amit majmudar #thinking of this and......hm #vocative #diaspora blues #m #x

[orangeteastudying]

Studying at the National library.

Estudiando en la biblioteca nacional.

#studyblr #spanish studyblr #studyblr en español #studyblresp #heypat #noodledesk #studyquill #adelinestudiess #study #vocative #problematicprocrastinator #heycoral #myhoneststudyblr

[stuff-lost-in-time]

Vocatives and Imperatives

If you would thoroughly know anything, teach it to others - Tryon Edwards

or as I like to say,

Hey Amateur! If you want to skill up in anything, teach it.

vəNētu, paˀeˀovaˀekoNēti ˀiboˀinoNəəpoguBe, viʔituTi.

Breakdown:

vəNētu, paˀe ˀovaˀekoNēti ˀiboˀinoNəəpo guBe, viʔituTi.

Note that instead of using 'ka' to signify the subject of the sentance, I used 'tu,' the vocative. This would be the class you would use to get someone's attention. If your name was John and people were trying to get your attention they would call out "Johntu." This pairs well with the imperative marker 'viʔ' attatched to the word viʔituTi. "viʔituTi," is a full sentence meaning, depending on context, "Teach it" and "Teach those," but also "teach her," "teach him," or "teach them." In its original context, the ˀi in viʔituTi matches the same in ˀiboˀinoNəəpo, so it's a good guess that it refers to that.

Translating this quote forced me to formalized the association between the various derivations of the word poNē, which relates to knowing and mastery of subjects and you can find that list here.

Word List

paˀe - if

vəNē - nuetral - amatuer

ˀeko - intensely / very

vaNē - to increase in mastery

ˀino - any

boNəə - thing

guBē - to want

tuTī - to teach

#conlang #hruˀovapō #vocative #imperative #translation

[twotales]

Water

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka

Rating: T

Word Count: 1751

Tags: Flashbacks, Anxiety, Aquaphobia, Fluff and Angst, OC Death, Fear, Cussing, Family, Sad with Happy ending, Still sad though

Notes:

Prompt: John's Radek's thoughts while entering the Stargate for the first time.

Italics are flashbacks.

Why do the names change?

Well, my friend, I am learning Czech and there is a case known as vocative that is used when addressing someone or something.

Example:

"His name is Radek."

Vocative: "Radku come here."

"Why did I even do this?

Accurate spelling of their name when being addressed. It may be written in English but they are speaking in Czech.

Helps me practice.

The more you know. 🌈

Read On A03

Radek stayed in the back, twiddling his thumbs and hoping to put off the inevitable. He pushed his glasses up with shaky fingers and sighed. It’s not that he didn’t want to go, quite the opposite in fact. He needed to go more than he needed to breathe.

"You are too paranoid, Radku.”

“No Jaromíre, you are not paranoid enough.”

He clenched his teeth and turned to fiddle with his bag, checking and rechecking. His heart seized as his section started to push forward, a few scientists jostling him to the side when he didn’t budge. The movement had him turning to see the active stargate in full view. Radek swallowed thickly. His Breath stuttering.

Water. That’s what it looked like. A giant undulating circle of water.

Jaromír jumped over a log and sprinted ahead of him, booted feet crunching in the snow.

“Do not go too far, Jaromíre. If you get lost, who will find you?”

Jaromír turned, all blue eyes and brown curls, cheeks tinged pink from the cold. A sly smile stretched across his young face. “You, of course.”

Radek smiled warmly and held his hand out toward him. “Still, stay close.”

Jaromír frowned and walked back, “You are too paranoid Radku.”

He took his small gloved hand and continued forward. Radek pointed a finger up, “No Jaromíre, you are not paranoid enough.” He clenched his hand briefly around Jaromír’s. His younger brother smiled as he returned the gesture.

Terror leaked into his guts and spread through him. He white-knuckled his pack and moved toward the platform, tentative and cautious.

“We’re almost there!” Jaromír laughed brightly. He shook his head in amusement as Jaromír walked quicker. Stretching Radek’s arm out as far as it would go.

“Patience, your trap will still be there regardless of how much time it takes to get there.” Jaromír's nose scrunched up, a little huff escaping him as he pouted. The look had Radek grinning.

Sweat broke out on the back of his neck as his feet hit the ramp, his entire body screaming with every step.

Jaromír laid on his belly in the snow, slowly inching to the edge of the river, hand reaching toward the rope tacked to the ground. He gripped the rope and slowly stood into a low crouch, body leaned back as he pulled the net up to reveal a few wriggling fish as it breached the surface.

“It worked, it worked!” Jaromír laughed as he pulled the net out quickly.

“Of course it did.” Radek felt warmth filling him at his brother’s excitement, “You followed every step perfectly.”

Jaromír turned toward him, all teeth and pride, the fish flailing and flopping in the net at his feet as he dropped the rope.

Radek reached the gate and stared into its watery depths trying and failing to catch his breath. He knew it wasn’t really water. It was just a gravitational effect that caused the light in the gateroom to be reflected back on itself. This knowledge did little to abate his fear.

The sun was bright and high, reflecting off the snow. The deep blue water shimmered and rushed past the rocks and ice. His breath created a misty cloud in the air. He smelled the moisture, the scent of the trees, the sounds of the river rushing. His brother beaming in happiness, his heart full of joy.

The perfection of the moment was broken, as his entire world narrowed to a fish flopping around Jaromír's feet, its tail smacking him in the leg. Radek’s heartbeat was the only sound he could hear as Jaromír jumped back, his feet slipping on the water-slicked ice beneath him.

Radek shook his head, tears pinpricking his eyes as the last tech walked into the gate, only him standing there.

“Jaromíre,” he screamed, jumping toward him. His front slammed against the ground, the fish sliding from the impact as he grabbed Jaromír's hand right before his little body hit the water.

The weight of him and the rushing river had Radek’s arm being dragged underneath, his body slipping closer toward the edge as he held on tight. His hand burned from the cold, a pain shooting in his shoulder as his left hand flung out and grabbed the pike tacked into the ground.

He pulled Jaromír till his head was above the river, his brother spitting out water and sucking in air as his mouth breached the surface. Jaromír's blue eyes were filled with pain, those rosy cheeks turning sickly white. His lips were already blue and chattering, his hand barely gripping Radek’s.

Radek clenched his teeth and ignored the pain in his shoulder, his hands protesting as he gripped the stake and his brother as tight as possible. He was getting pulled out, his fingers losing their grip. "Fuck, Fuck, Jaromíre.” He sobbed out. His brother tightened his hand briefly at Radek's words.

The moment Jaromír's glove came loose Radek was tearing down the side of the river, he slipped down the ice and ran, the only part of his body he could feel was the pain in his arm. But it did not matter. He had to follow the rushing water and hope Jaromír popped up, hope his brother got washed into a shallower part, hoped he could reach him from the shore.

It was only after he had stumbled back to their tent, dazed with a broken arm, his body shivering and deathly cold, that he realized he still held Jaromír's glove in a death grip.

Radek swallowed, a tear slipping out as he moved forward, he knew the wormhole didn’t feel like much. Knew it was relatively safe. But the terrified look on Jaromír's face as the river dragged him under was all he could see.

He could still back out. Dr. Weir said they could… His breath caught as he stared into the wormhole, another memory forming in the undulating blue.

“C’mon,” Petr ran toward the fence and ducked behind the side of a hill so as to not be seen. Radek swallowed nervously as he watched his older brother waving them over.

“Let’s go Radku.” His younger brother whispered excitedly before shooting off toward Petr, Radek clenched his teeth and pulled his beanie down further as he cautiously followed.

The air was misty, the sky covered in a grey fog. He crouched down between them, his hands gripping the bottom rung of the fence.

Petr looked down at Radek, his lips twisting smugly, “You go.”

“No,” Radek shook his head vigorously, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip. “I will not cross the Dvořák's.”

“Radku you’re too paranoid,” Petr said, rolling his hazel eyes.

Radek sighed and pressed his lips together, “No Petře, you are not paranoid enough.”

Jaromir bounced next to them, “I’ll do it.”

Radek frowned and pushed his hair out of his eyes, “Absolutely not.”

Petr scoffed. “You’d get caught for sure.”

Jaromír’s face flushed red, “Will not.”

“Nobody will be going,” Radek decided, moving to stand.

“You don’t get to decide that,” Petr grinned, “I’m the oldest.”

Radek squinted, “This is true,” a smile curled over his lips as he raised a finger toward Petr, “Also the dumbest.”

Petr’s eyes snapped to him. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Radek raised his brows, “Oh, not even going to dispute it?” Petr’s fists curled in anger.

Radek was grinning wide now. Petr deserved to be knocked down a peg or two, pulling them out here just to try and get one of them in trouble. Absolutely ridiculous, completely stupid, why would anyone take such a risk?

“HEJ! HEJ!”

Radek watched Petr’s eyes widen right before he whipped his head toward the garden to see Mrs. Dvořák barreling out of the house, the door slamming against the wall, a broom clutched in her wrinkled hands. Only then did he notice Jaromír running full speed toward them, his shirt rolled up with his bounty.

“YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!”

“RUUUUN.” Petr screamed as Jaromír ducked under the fence, the three of them darting toward the forest.

“JUST WAIT TILL I TELL YOUR FATHER YOU LITTLE SHITS!”

Jaromír let out a squeal of joy as they ran. Petr jumped over a log and laughed brightly. Radek could feel a grin spreading, his heart slamming wildly, his lungs burning. It took him a moment to realize he too was calling out in happiness.

They stopped at the river, the three of them sweaty, bent over and sucking in lungfuls of air, grins spread over their reddened faces.

Jaromír walked to the edge of the river and sat down, unrolling his red-stained shirt, slightly smooshed cherries tumbling onto the grass. “Told you!” He said, blue eyes gleaming.

Petr flopped down next to him and scooped a handful, his other hand patting Jaromír’s shoulder, “Good job!”

Jaromír beamed with pride as he popped a cherry into his mouth.

Radek completed the circle around the haul, the three of them eating the cherries heartily. He spit a couple of pits to the side and frowned, “We are in trouble now.”

Petr laughed brightly, “No Radku, did you not see?”

Radek knit his brows, “See what?”

“You dumbass.” He spit a pit at him, “Mrs. Dvořák was bluffing.” He was all teeth, “She didn’t have her glasses on.”

Normally he would wrestle him to the ground for such an insult, give him a few well-deserved gut punches, but he was too happy, the taste of sweet cherries tamping the insult down.

The three of them laid back against the grass and stared at the foggy sky, lips, and fingers stained red.

“Why did you do it Jaromíre?” Radek said, turning toward him, unable to wrap his head around his younger brother's risky act. “Just because of Petr's goading?”

“No,” a grin spread over Jaromír’s juice-covered face. “I wanted to do it,” He held his hand up toward the sky, a cherry pinched between his fingers. “It was scary,” he dropped the cherry into his mouth and turned toward Radek, “But so worth it, yeah?”

“Yeah!" Petr called out.

Radek looked back up at the sky. He couldn’t argue with logic like that. Not while still riding the high of getting away with it. Not with a grin spread over his face and a belly full of cherries.

He nodded in agreement, “Yeah.” He popped another cherry in his mouth and savored the sweetness on his tongue.

“The risk was worth it.”

Radek stepped into the wormhole with a smile on his lips.

End Notes:

And walked straight into a city completely underwater...

NGL, I cried a few times while writing this.

#sga #stargate atlantis #radek zelenka #the rising #twotalesff #twotalesgif #myfic #more radek please #Czech #Vocative #čumblr #I cried while writing this #Radek I love you 💚

[doubt-the-stars]

Single handedly bringing back the Vocative O (thank me later)

#vocative #cases #grammar #greek #ancient greek language #ancient greek #ancient Greek grammar

[just-a-keener]

Latin: Nominative vs. Vocative

Nominative: The subject, used like a proper noun.

Marcus sleeps in his bed.

Vocative: To call out to someone, used as a name.

Hello Marcus!

Note: If the vocative noun is masculine and uses the second declension, it uses an added ‘-e or ‘-i’.

George → Georgii

Marcus → Marce

#latin #study #nominative #vocative #language #declenisons

[hazbinvalvelvox]

🦋🩷📺

#hazbin hotel #the vees #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel vees #valentino #hazbin vees #staticmoth #overlord valentino #hazbin voc #vox #vox valentino art #val x vox #love them #cuties #not my art

[mindblowingscience]

Our quest for shiny, frizz-free hair using oils, gels, and sprays may come with a hidden health cost: releasing potentially harmful compounds, especially when paired with heat styling tools. Researchers in the US studied volatile organic compounds (VOCs), like siloxanes, emitted during various home hairstyling routines. Not only can certain hair care contribute to inhalation of VOCs inside homes, their analysis suggests it can also impact outdoor air quality through ventilation systems. While we don't know the full extent of the health impacts of inhaling these chemicals, it's unlikely they're doing us good. "We found the results to be extremely alarming," says civil engineer Nusrat Jung from Purdue University. "We did not expect to see such significant emissions of volatile chemical mixtures from off-the-shelf hair care products during typical hair care routines that many people perform each and every day."

Continue Reading.

#Health #Lungs #Breathing #Hair #Volitile Organic Compounds #VOC's

[phoenixyfriend]

If your favorite contains backing vocals, go with whatever feels right in terms of 'they are just as important as the main vocalist' or 'they are functionally another backing instrument like the guitarist or drummer.'

I know that the musicians are in fact just as important as the vocalist (obvious example: the guitar solos in classic rock, like Queen), but hopefully you get what I'm going for here.

#music #gender #bands #phoenix polls #inspiration for this is that a few years ago I saw a music video. it was Cake by the Ocean from DNCE. by all appearances a very normal thin #Except they had a female guitarist. despite having a male vocalist. and it struck me how strange that was #I'm used to either all-same-gender OR female vocalist w/ male bandmates (e.g. Paramore) #Or bands that don't really feel like bands. more like small orchestras. like Gogol Bordello or Goran Bregovic's Wedding and Funeral Band #anyway it's going to be fun to see what comes up here #I'm expecting mostly all-same-gender with a few fem voc/male mus

[orangeteastudying]

A friend gave me this mug and some alfajores as a late birthday present and it was great to have while doing some genetics engineering excersies

Una amiga me regaló esta taza y alfajarcitos como regalo atrasado de cumple y fue una excelente idea disfrutarlos mientras hacía ejercicios de ingeniería genética :)

#studyblr #spanish studyblr #studyblr en español #studyblresp #heypat #noodledesk #studyquill #adelinestudiess #vocative #study #problematicprocrastinator #myhoneststudyblr #heycoral

[willowbilly]

I've noticed that you sometimes spell silna's name as silnaaŋ, do you think that's the better transliteration?

Oh, that's just Silna's name in the vocative rather than absolutive case! It means "O my dear Silna." There are nine noun cases in Inuit languages, counting the vocative, and nouns use different ones for different purposes within a sentence! I was using it because I am so overcome with love for Silna that I don't know what else to say.

Silna uses "Ataataaŋ" for her father in the show! "Ataata" means "Father" and the vocative case ending makes it "O my dear father," addressed directly to him! If you listen closely to her inconsolable cries you may catch it

#the terror amc #silna #TYPO: eight cases Not counting the vocative; nine in all

[ltwilliammowett]

The Drommedaris, by Peter Gerd Bilas (1952-)

#naval art #voc ship #drommedaris #17th century #age of sail #art #dutch

[taste-of-the-divine]

ꕤ | Inked | Percy De Rolo

— VOX MACHINA : switch!percy x femcumslut!reader

✩ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀: ​you're the first to fall asleep at a party, and you get cumslut written over your forehead with a marker. it causes an "issue" for percy a few hours later. ✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: fic (Part 1), 1.8k words ✩ 𝘾𝙊𝙉���𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: missing consent/dubcon (percy as victim), powerplay (subby percy into dom percy), degredation, namecalling (cumsl*t, wh*re, l*ve), somnophelia, cumhungry!reader, power dynamic switch, sir, mentions of breeding

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙀: i did not proofread this :') hopefulyl its legible BUT eventually i'll go back and make the edits i need. the idea was inspired by this post, and it's probably (?) not done yet.

♡ REBLOGS + LIKES ARE APPRECIATED ♡ 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘝𝘖𝘟 𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘈 | 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛 & 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘚 | 𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘌

“Oh cmon, wasn’t the bet that the first one asleep gets a dick drawn on their forehead?” 

Percy, your boyfriend, shoots Scanlan a dirty look through his rosy drunk cheeks. “Have you no decency? She’s a lady for God’s sake, Scanlan. How will I explain to all of Whitestone tomorrow if we have to leave the confines of our home?” 

The pop of a marker and the cap clicking against the floor was enough of a signal that Scanlan didn’t quite care all that much for the high maintenance prince. “Well, then you have an excuse to stay in for a day. Resting’s important, Percy,” he says, before hopping onto a stool to get to your head, slumped over on the couch. Percy stumbles to his feet to try and stop him from putting that bright pink ink on your skin, but he’s forced back into his chair at the hand of Vax. 

“Hey, he’s right, you know. You kind of need a day at home, if you ask me,” Vax says, leaning his weight on Percy’s shoulder to keep him down. Percy glares at him too, going to shove his hand away so that he could get to you, but to no avail. Percy’s too wasted for hand eye coordination.

“Oh, Percy, darling, relax,” his sister says from across the table, looking at Scanlan trying to balance and draw on your knocked out face. “She agreed to the game before we even started drinking, and she’s an adult, so I’m sure she’ll be fine. And if she isn’t– well, you can make sure she’s fine. In the morning. No more fussing about it now, you can barely get to your feet,” she says, words slurring before taking a swig out of her bottle. 

He can’t relax, at least not when Pike isn’t around. Pike’s usually the babysitter of the group, and with Keyleth vomiting her guts out again, they were somewhere downstairs in the bathroom. Grog wouldn’t be of much help either– he was entranced in some sort of conversation with his reflection in the mirror, flexing and unflexing his muscles to look at. 

“Annnnnd, ta-da!” Scanlan grins, showing the marvel to the three others in the room. Cumslut was written across your forehead in big, bold letters, with a penis as the T. Scanlan was really, an artist of all trades.

Percy was the first to react, and the only one that didn’t burst out in absolute side pinching tears. “Scanlan! You little useless bard!” He swung around to Vex and Vax. “I thought we agreed that it would be the dick drawing?”

“Well,–” Vex laughs, whipping away his tears. “There is a dick. There’s just–” he makes eye contact with Vex across the table, who was holding her own laughter for a little before the two burst out again into hearty giggles. “–some other additions.”

Percy sighed. There wasn’t really another other choice; what’s done is done. Hopefully you wouldn’t be too mad when you woke up in the morning about it. And hopefully, the ink would come off soon.

-

Percy, with his lithe frame, was not the one that carried you into bed. Grog actually carried the both of you into bed– bragging that he could do anything with his giant muscles. Percy would have been grateful for that omission of an opportunity to make a fool out of himself, had he been properly awake during that time of the night. He’d passed out on his own accord after a few more shots into the night.

It didn’t take long before he stirred awake. Alcohol never quite helped keep him asleep as well as it put him to sleep. But his body sure felt warm, skin flushed a little as he reveled in the pleasure of being under clean sheets. There was also pleasure budding from his core, some shifting between his legs– 

“What on earth?!–” he manages to choke out before throwing his head backwards as some cavern of warm, wet heat descends on him. It felt good and needy and desperate, and when he had the moment to take a breath from the sudden crashing waves of pleasure, he lifted the blankets to find you, face nestled neatly between his legs, with his cock in your mouth and a protruding cheek. 

“My love,” he says, voice soft and hitched at first. “Y-you need to stop or else,–” A groan cuts through, his hands fisting the sheet that he’s holding up to see you kitten licking his tip. 

“What’s gotten into you?” he hisses, but he doesn’t get an answer because you take his whole length into your mouth again, mushroom tip gliding against the roof of your mouth before sinking into your back tongue. He’s watching you, or doing the best he can with his eyes half-lidded and his mouth agape. When you wrap your hands around his base, twisting and bobbing at the same time, Percy grimaces, one eye forcing itself shut as he watches you with the other. His cheeks are flushed a deep red, and his skin feels sticky under the touch of your fingers, but all you can think about is his cum, and how much you want it down your throat. 

“S-slow d-down,” he stutters, a frustrated moan drawing out of his throat when you don’t listen. He can’t stop his hips from bucking up into your mouth, the sensation of your tongue swirling around the tip all too much for him. He’s close, and you know that, feeling his balls twitching under your chin– and perfect, because that’s exactly what you want. So you keep at it, watching him writhe and pant and seize up with his head thrown back and his eyes cross when he cums down your throat. It’s sticky and a little bitter from the alcohol, but you don’t mind it at all, because you’ve been craving this feeling since you woke up. You suck, and suck, and keep sucking him, milking every little bit that you can. 

He’s a whimpering mess now, his other hand grabbing you by the hair to attempt to pull you off his cock. 

“Love, love, please– please stop, I’m done, I can’t–” but that gets cut off by another moan, his knees shaking and bottoming out underneath you as your hands work his cock from base to tip, using spit and cum as lube. 

He’s never seen you like this before, so needy, so pushy for it– whatever it, was. In a moment of clarity as your hands lift on the pressure to his cock, he reads the word on your forehead again. Cumslut.

He puts two and two together in the middle of a desperate whimper, throwing his head to the side as the pleasure in his overstimulated dick multiplies. On the nightstand was the marker that Scanlan used, capped and sitting neatly by his nightlight. Grabbing it off the table, he managed what he could with you turning him into putty from the waist down, grabbing one of your hands that you were using to support your weight scribbling “obedient” into it the best he could.

Nothing different happened at first– you continued to milk him for all that he was worth, and Percy couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as he felt the familiar coil in the abdomen forming, ready to snap. “Hah- hah, hmpfh, s-stop, love, h-hang on–” he begs of you, and for the first time in the night, you oblige, hands and mouth lifting off his cock with the nasty squelch. 

He looks at you, panting, undignified drool at the edge of your lips, and he slips a finger over it and wipes it away. Catching his breath, he dedicates a moment to taking you in; needy, glazed-over cum-hungry eyes as his cock rests on your cheek, tousled hair, plump, shiny lips coated in a thin sheen of spit and semen, the white of your teeth poking out from under. You looked gorgeous for him like that, and he let you know by pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You want my cum that badly, is that right?” he says, tentative at first. But you nod, rather vigorously, at that. It flips some sort of switch inside of him, and you feel him pull you by the hair, your own whimper leaving your throat as he exposes your throat to him. 

“A little cumslut wants her holes filled. What a sight,” he taunts, a wicked smirk brewing at the corners of his lips. The way he looks at you runs a chill down your spine– it was the way he looked at something he wanted, no, needed, to be under his control. 

And you were more than ready to give that.

“Be a good girl, then. Get on with it. On your hands and knees, on the floor,” he commands you, nodding towards the wood floor you have next to the bed. You glance down and back at him, and he’s watching you expectantly. Heat rising to your own cheeks, you shuffle down, assuming position on all fours as he requested.

You hear him shifting off the bed, stalking behind you– you feel his hands wrap around your waist, and then– a searing burn on your knees as you’re re-oriented, looking up to see the closet mirror and yourself staring back at you, cumslut written over your forehead. And dauntingly, above and behind you, stood Percy. 

You’re naked, because you woke up earlier and tried to satisfy your urges by touching yourself, which, went nowhere, clearly, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this cum-drunk state– but he is clothed; well, partially clothed, his sleeping robe untied and hanging off his shoulders. He knees behind you, secures your ankles to the ground with the weight of his calves and body, and sinks his fingers into your sides. 

“Spread your pussy for me.”

Your eyes go wide, thundering in your chest. He notices your hesitation, and grabs a fistful of hair and pulls you towards him.

“I said, spread your pussy for me. Do I need to repeat myself?”

Some sort of noise comes out of you that sounds vaguely like a whimper and a “yes, sir,” as you take your hands and grab your ass to satisfy his request. You feel a bubbling of dopamine in your chest when you obey him, and it feels good, addictive, almost.

When you feel the weight of his cock pressed against your entrance, your body instinctively gravitates towards him, craving to be filled. But you feel his weight pull away, teasing it along your slit as he leans over to your ear. 

“Be patient, love. Just enjoy it, I’ll do the work, my little cumslut. You’re such a needy little breeding whore, aren’t you?”

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[tsururoach]

Icy Dragon Miku! My submission for Snow Miku 2025

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[mitchelf-citadel]

Ongezellig Mymy

Everyone's favorite Belgian hating Machiavellian dutch anime girl.

Ongezellig x original

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[simplysparrow14]

Something about seeing this version of Scanlan and knowing that at the end of the road, he falls in love with an incredible gnome, becomes one of her best friends, makes mistakes, has angsty drama with her, learns to be a better person for her, stops hiding what he truly is and fully embraces past and his new life going forward is making me feel things

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