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mapsontheweb · 5 days
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Cities with over hundred thousand inhabitants in 1700
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oceanlix · 1 year
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Lean On Me Today
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Pairing: Chan x female reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Word count: 1379
Warnings: Masturbation (male), handjob, praise, nipple play
It’s late when Chan gets home. He knows you’ve already gone to bed because all the lights are off and the apartment is quiet. He heaves a sigh and is thankful that you’re not too light of a sleeper; he really wants a shower to soothe his sore muscles before bed.
He kicks off his shoes and heads down the hallway, grabbing a towel and washcloth from the linen closet on his way. Chan makes sure to quietly shut the bathroom door behind him. You may not be a light sleeper, but he’s still not going to make a bunch of noise and risk waking you up.
He turns on the water in the shower, taking the time to wash his face over the sink while it warms up. Chan knows he looks exhausted, but that’s okay because that’s how he feels. A good night’s sleep will fix it anyway.
Steam starts filling up the bathroom, so Chan strips off his clothes and gets in. As soon as the hot water hits his aching muscles, he can’t help but let out a groan. He’s trying to keep quiet, but it just feels so good that he can’t help the noises.
He grabs the washcloth and pours your body wash on it, lathering it up. Chan has his own that he uses during the week, something woody and strong, but yours smells good too. He likes to use it on the weekends, wrapping himself in your scent even when you’re right there next to him.
It doesn’t take long before his cock twitches between his legs, as he thinks about how pretty and soft you are. Chan sighs, not wanting to wake you up for his own selfish reasons. Instead, he wraps a hand loosely around his cock and tugs a few times. His head thunks back against the shower wall much too loudly, sobering him up from the steamy warmth. He decides it’s too risky to keep jerking off while you sleep in the next room; he’s going to make too much noise and accidentally wake you up.
His cock throbs with need as he finishes up his shower, but Chan knows he has enough self control to get through one night without getting off. He wraps himself up in his towel, tying it at the waist as he heads into your bedroom.
You’re sound asleep under the covers thankfully, not having been woken up from his noises in the bathroom. He breathes a sigh of relief and goes to the dresser, carefully opening the drawers to get clothing to sleep in. He selects a pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt, but before he can take off the towel, he feels a warm body pressing against his back.
“Hi,” you whisper against his shoulder. He would greet you back, but your hand is sneaking past the towel and grabbing his cock. All he can do is harshly suck in a breath as your warm hand strokes him slowly, your lips pressing kisses along his back. “You’re home late.”
Chan watches you in the mirror, as best as he can since you’re behind him. You loosen the towel with your free hand until it falls away, revealing the sight of you pumping his cock steadily. His tip is red and leaking precum already, and watching it disappear and reappear in your hand has him groaning out loud.
“I thought you were asleep,” he chokes out. You chuckle, swiping your thumb over his slit. Chan grips the dresses so his knees don’t buckle, meeting your eyes in the mirror.
“I was, but then I heard you moan in the shower and I knew I couldn’t leave my man hanging.” Your voice is so sweet as you say it, even though you’re jerking him off right now. It makes Chan’s head spin in the best way. “You smell like me,” you add, nosing along his shoulder.
“I used your body wash,” he admits easily. It’s not like it’s a secret that he does it, but you like to tease him in this way. You feel his cock twitch in your hands as he says it, and it makes you feel powerful.
“Good,” you hum, kissing his shoulder blade. “Now everyone will know that you’re mine.”
Chan groans, spinning you around so you’re against the dresser now. “I love it when you talk like that,” he tells you, leaning down for a hungry kiss. You let yourself get lost in his lips for a few moments, but then you gently push him off of you.
“No,” you scold him gently, moving behind him again. You slide your hands over his shoulders, down his pecs and abs, until your fingers wrap around his cock once more. “I want to make you cum just like this, baby. You deserve it, you’ve worked so hard this week.” You squeeze his hip and rub your nose along his back.
“O-okay,” he agrees, his body tense. You resume stroking his cock, leaving wet kisses all across his back. Chan moans beautifully for you, slumping forward against the dresser as he tries to resist turning around and ravaging you on the bed.
Your hand gets wetter with each stroke, his cock leaking precum steadily as you work him up. Truthfully, you want him inside you, but you want to take care of him even more. It’s true that Chan works so hard, staying late whenever it’s required. You want to pay him back for all that he does to support you, starting with giving him a mindblowing orgasm.
“You always take care of me so well,” you whisper, scratching your nails across his stomach gently. The man whimpers, making you grin to yourself. “I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you and everything you do for us.”
Chan feels tears pricking at his eyes. He’s overwhelmed by your praise and your hands on his cock and stomach. “Thank you,” he chokes out, hips jerking forward as you squeeze his tip on the upstroke. “Thank you, baby.”
You shake your head, your free hand trailing up to pinch and pull at his nipples. “No, baby, thank you. You do so, so much for me, even in bed. It’s time I give it back to you.”
Though you’re saying the words, both of you know that you each repay the other on a regular basis. There’s never an imbalance in your relationship for long, either inside or outside of the bedroom. Still, it’s nice to be reminded every once in a while.
The room is silent for a few minutes, only the sound of skin on skin and the occasional bump of the dresser hitting the wall gently. Chan’s so hard he can only hang his head and accept what you’re giving him, low groans slipping from his mouth every now and then.
“Are you close, baby?” you whisper against his shoulder. He can only nod, too far gone in the sensations to speak. You pick up the pace a little, squeezing the shaft every few moments and smiling at the way his hips jerk forward slightly. “Come for me, then we can go to bed.”
Your boyfriend thrusts into your hand a couple more times, then shoots his load against the dresser. You coo at him as he rides out his high, kissing his back until he gently pushes your hand away. You turn him around and drop to your knees, holding onto his thighs as you lick up the cum on them. Chan can only whimper softly as you clean up his softening cock with your mouth, the oversensitivity getting to him.
You stand up, glancing at the cum that’s dripping down the front of the dresser. “I’ll clean that up tomorrow,” you decide, lacing your fingers with Chan and walking over to the bed. You pull him down with you into the sheets, his head immediately going to rest on your boobs as you pull the blankets over yourselves.
“I love you,” he mumbles sleepily, and though his eyes are closed, he gently gropes your breast that he’s not laying on. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head, nuzzling your nose into his hair.
“Love you too, Channie,” you whisper, closing your eyes.
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dailysmilingnatsume · 19 days
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ltwilliammowett · 2 months
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Ivory Backstaff, by Thomas Tuttel, c. 1700
Backstaffs find altitude by measuring the angle between the horizon and the sun. Unlike previous instruments, however, navigators relied on the sun’s shadow rather than looking directly at it. Navigators could do this using the key parts of the instrument. The shadow vane on the small arc used to cast a shadow; the horizon vane on the larger arc was where you view the horizon; and the sighting vane was the slit the observer would look through. So how does it work?
To use the backstaff, the navigator with his back to the sun, holds the instrument in front of his and places it on his shoulder. To find the altitude, the navigator would move the vanes along the arcs, and view the horizon through a small slit. They would move the shadow vane on the smaller arc until the edge of the vane casts a shadow on the slit of the horizon vane. While doing this, the navigator would also look through a peephole in the vane on the larger arc and through a slit in the horizon vane to view the horizon. This allows the navigator to find the altitude of the sun by viewing the horizon and the sun’s shadow at the same time through the horizon vane.
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lloiso · 10 months
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with twitter spiraling headfirst to depths of hell I decided it might be a good idea to revive my tumblr! A lot have changed since I’ve last posted, now I’m all in dbh fandom with no plans to leave it anytime soon. So hey there! Will be posting some art I did in recent 2 years and maybe something new too :)
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harmonicusmars · 1 year
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Capriccio A Colonnade Opening onto the Courtyard of a Palace, Canaletto, 1765
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Hubert Robert (French, 1733-1808) The Fountain, ca.1775 Norton Simon Museum
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mayumiel · 1 year
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fashion-plates · 5 months
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Galerie des Modes et Costumes Français, 1778
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where-is-ezra · 1 year
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it's been 1700 fucking days since ezra bridger was last seen
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wardrobeoftime · 11 months
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The Great + Costumes
Marial's servant outfits in Season 01.
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mapsontheweb · 7 months
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Europe in 1700.
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artschoolglasses · 3 months
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Portrait Miniature of a Lady, George Engleheart, 18th Century
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angie-massei · 5 months
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Kontusz, żupan and kontusz belts/sashes
„Initially such sashes were imported from Persia and Turkey. In the 17th century several sash manufactories were founded at places all over Rzeczpospolita, such as Kobyłka, Lipków, Hrodna, Kraków and Gdańsk. The largest and most notable manufacturies, however, were at Slutsk. Sashes produced there were considered the most desirable and were also the most expensive. Because of the popularity of the pas kontuszowy produced there, it was sometimes called pas słucki (Slutsk sash), regardless of the actual place of origin. Slutsk sashes had two different color patterns on each side.”
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mioritic · 4 months
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Shard of a plate recovered from the wreck of the Dutch East India Company ship 't Vliegend Hert, created ca. 1700–1734
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ltwilliammowett · 2 years
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Dutch delft tiles, depicting a warship in a harbour, replica of a painting from c. 1700
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