This Would Fix Me - Blog Posts
pov: the dark lord is about to tie you down to that four poster bed.
understimulation was never an issue for me growing up because i could visit the beach and get my hands and feet and arms and legs all scraped up by sand and rocks and then take a dip in the salt water and feel it in every open wound on my body
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease
A mechanic slick with oil and blood, repairing her robot girlfriend by carefully grafting her own muscle and sinew into rods and wiring. Coveralls half-unzipped over a tank top stained dark crimson, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin as she unstrings herself into her love, watching new tendons flex alongside tensile steel. Her body taut like a wire about to snap as she braces herself against the pain, she sees her lover finally start the reboot process, the light returning to her holographic eyes as the world starts to slowly dim and fall away.
"Come on, baby. I just need to fix you until you can fix me."
oh to be a migrating bird flying through beautiful skies, sunrises and sunsets feeling like im floating on clouds while sun rays keep me warm
i want stew made by a viking. mayhaps even some made from a witch's cauldron. i want stew made like i have shepherds work to attend to before dawn
i have a fantasy where i catch a cute boy jerking off to me. maybe i accidentally hear him moaning my name or something like that.
i keep thinking about how embarrassed he would be, pulling his pants up and blushing fiercely as i ask him, “do you have any idea how thin these walls are?”
but then instead of leaving or humiliating him even further, i sit down across from him and just say, “you didn’t cum, did you? well, go on then. don’t you want to? c’mon, do it.”
i want to see him squirming in embarrassment under my gaze as he can’t help but keep touching himself. i want to see the way he can’t tear his eyes off me even if he’s so, so embarrassed. because the real thing is much better then his fantasies even if i’m just sitting there, seemingly unfazed.
i want to torture him, telling him to move his hand slower, even slower, telling him what to do with his parts, until he’s so desperate he begs me to let him cum.
and of course, he can just make himself cum, he can do what his body craves, it’s not like i’m gonna stop him, right? but oh no, he needs my permission, he needs to hear me say, “you’ve been such a good boy, you can cum, you’ve earned it. cum for me.” otherwise it’s just not worth it, is it?
and of course, it’s gonna happen, but only after i turned him into a desperate mess. i’m going to enjoy seeing him shake and whimper my name and roll his eyes as he cums.
y'all. how to bread your dragon was not supposed to be literal, but since i posted that i cannot stop thinking about it. so have the (possible) opening to the fic
Hiccup had never been your ordinary Viking. He wasn’t tall, or muscular, or fixated on killing dragons like the rest of his peers. He was… different. And not in a good way. This all changed however, when he met Toothless. Toothless was different too. And now everything had changed since then, the Vikings had made peace with the dragons, and the dragons with the Vikings. Now Hiccup was free to pursue his real passion.
Baking.