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reapers-carino · 2 years ago

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Rise and Shine

[Gonna try my hand at formatting non-ask fics in a prettier manner. Let me know what y'all think!]

NSFW! Cole CassidyxF!Reader

To you, there were two inevitable rules when you slept wrapped up in Cole's arms. One, you would have the warmest, most tranquil sleep of your life while spooned against his body, his arm tucking you to his side like this was the only place you belonged. And two, your bladder would inevitably chase this moment away, demanding to be emptied the moment you begin to drift back into consciousness.

You had tried to reject the growing urgency but the waning darkness began to coax you from your dreams, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. Cole and you had shifted during the night, the man’s right arm still tucked around your body but not firmly locked around your hips as it had been the night before. You were still pressed snuggly against his side, the entirety of your body pressed into his; your right leg resting comfortably on top of his thigh, your hand curled against his hairy chest. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you finally managed to open your eyes, thankful that it was still fairly dark in the room. Being at the far corner of the base did have its advantages, especially when you needed another half hour to face the sun.

Screwing your eyes up in another hard couple of blinks, the bleariness of sleep gave way to an eyeful of Cole’s chest, your own fist closing and squeezing a few times before you stole a glance up. Your smile grew into a full grin as you caught sight of Cole’s sleeping visage, warmth blooming through out you as you studied the man for a moment. In the growing light, you could see the smattering of freckles that covered his skin from head to toe from years of exposure to the New Mexico sunlight. His hair was damn near chocolate color in the dimness of the room, but flecks of auburn and cinnamon were peeking through bit by bit as the sun continued to rise.

You resisted the urge to snort as the man gave one quick snort in his sleep, biting hard on your bottom lip when he smacked his lips before his breathing evened out into quiet snores once more. The man had his left arm thrown over his face, but to you that did nothing to conceal his high cheekbones and battle crooked nose. A blush climbed into your face and crept down your chest, absolutely taken by how much you adored him.

Still, your bladder demanded reprieve and you needed to move before it became too late. You gingerly began to lift your leg off his, hand opening to gently smooth across his chest so you could fully untangle yourself from him without interrupting the man’s sleep. Once your legs were free from the man, you were able to scoot towards the bottom edge of the bed, carefully moving inch by inch so you didn’t jostle the man. As soon as your feet began to dangle over the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself the rest of the way off of the bed, tugging your long sleep shirt back down and rushing to the small, connected bathroom.

Gibraltar’s bathrooms were fairly simplistic, if not industrial; an open concept shower with shelves on the outside stacked with towels, toiletries and aloe vera plants. A small wall separated the shower and the toilet, the toilet neatly tucked in the corner and away from the entrance to the room. You didn’t waste time turning the lights on, sunlight beginning to filter past the frosted glass windows of the room and sending beams of sunlight against the mirror over the sink. Rushing towards the toilet you quickly finished your business, squeaking softly as the bidet activated as you finished, sleep quickly chased away as soon as the device cleaned you off. Might as well get started on the day.

Pattering over to the sink you quickly washed your hands, giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing your toothbrush. Weary eyes and bedhead greeted your view, somehow managing to avoid the dregs of bedhead despite not pulling your hair up or wrapping it before falling asleep. Making a mental note, you knew you’d have to teasingly thank the cowboy for saving you from a completely bad hair day. Squirting a glob of toothpaste onto the brush, you leaned over the sink, eyes closing as you idly swayed side to side as you brushed your teeth. Your mind sleepily wandered over plans for the day and what to make for breakfast until your thought process was suddenly interrupted by two hands gliding over your hips. You sputtered, toothpaste dribbling down your chin in surprise as your eyes snapped open, greeted by the amused, half-lidded reflection of your boyfriend behind you.

“Jesus Cole”, you murmured, shifting your toothbrush to the side and grabbing a Kleenex from the shelf to wipe your face. “You scared me half to death!”

His hands gently rubbed your hips in small circles apologetically, the man dipping down to press a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair as he stifled a yawn.

“’m sorry sugar”, he hummed, the sleep clinging to his voice dragging it down a few octaves. You were sure he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, his hands inching from your waist to your stomach, thumbs rubbing in comforting circles. “Woke up alone…”

He trailed off for a moment as you spit the remnants of toothpaste from your mouth and rinsed before fully leaning backwards into the man, the softness of his touch and torso contrasted by the hardness pressed against your ass. Cole had no problem admitting her was a clingy man, if you were in the room, he wanted to have some part of your touching him. Waking up without you there had probably sent the man into auto-pilot, seeking you out until he could hold you in his arms once more. Heat began to swirl lazily in you at his touch, his calloused fingers working small circles higher and higher, pausing until you rolled your hips back against his needily. A pleased rumble started low in his chest, the quiet growl growing when his fingertips grazed the underside of your breasts. Tilting your head back, your gazes locked, the needy hunger you shared making your entire body tremble.

“Damn”, Cole moaned softly, head canting to the side of yours as he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, your breasts suddenly engulfed in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed your nipples, your entire body jumping at the contact and moaning at his covered length pushing more insistently against your bare ass. “Y’know I can’t control myself when ya look at me like that, darlin’.”

“Then don’t”, you sighed, falling forward as his fingers rolled your nipples lightly, propping yourself up on the sink.

Groaning, Cole fell with you, nipping at the shell of your ear each time he tweaked your sensitive nubs, thighs squeezing tighter and tighter as each movement sent pure electricity into your clit. The man did not relent as you hips rolled and grinded hard against his boxer-briefs, the sensation of fabric making your overly sensitive pussy cry out for direct stimulation. You could the growing wet spot on Cole’s underwear, unsure if it was only you that could be blamed or if his cock was spilling pre-cum. Both of you were growing erratic, you legs shaking as you tried to press into him to provide some reprieve for your throbbing clit, him grinding into you as if the action would allow him to easily slip through the layers of fabric and inside. He refused to relinquish his hold on your breasts for the moment, husky breathing teasing your ears before pausing for one pregnant moment.

“Fuck!”

Your body jerked before melting, Cole’s teeth nibbling at the crux of your shoulder and neck before sinking in, the t-shirt providing little barrier from the delectably stinging onslaught. The way he pulled one hand away from your breasts to yank the neck of the shirt over, smothering the heated area with kisses made your heart flutter, knees wobbling as you clutched even harder at the sink to stay up. A whimper tumbled from your lips as his right hand dragged down your body and cupped your mound, one of his fingers barely dragging across the slit of your cunt. He inhaled sharply against your skin, his palm massaging your mound.

“Please”, you breathed as he applied more pressure, his fingers slipping up and down, pulling away right before he reached your clit. You whined as your eyes slipped closed and pleading words fell from you like a prayer. Heat and need poured from you like water, the man’s hand pulling back just slightly when you ground your hips down, the teasing making your head grow fuzzy. “Please Cole, pretty please.”

Stars burst behind your eyes for the briefest second as your knees fully buckled, the man firmly rolling two fingers around your overly sensitive clit. Pleasure raced through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink as you began to fall.

“Woah there”, Cole breathed out, hand quickly pulling away so his arm could wrap tight around your hips, his other arm wrapped right under your breasts. “Wasn’t expectin’ that huh?

Heat exploded in your cheeks as you finally managed to peek your eyes back open, twisting your head away from your reflection as it seared itself into your mind. You had come apart just from one direct touch, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, the ravenous look of Cole’s lust darkened eyes and ruddy cheeks making you want to take another plunge into pleasure.

“N-no”, you murmured petulantly before wiggling slightly, the man’s hold not loosening from around you. Lifting your arm weakly, you pointed towards the door, sticking your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. “Bed now? My legs ain’t gonna work through another round like that.”

You laid on the sugar thickly, a grin spreading on your lips as a husky grunt of affirmation rumbled against your back. It wasn’t needed but you knew the man loved his compliments, praise being a huge ‘secret not so secret’ kink of his. Twisting you around, you squealed as Cole’s hand slipped from around you hips to under your ass and thighs, the man quickly lifting you up using his prosthetic arm before balancing out with his other. His hands slid down to massage at your thighs as they wrapped around his hips, arms holding on tight to him as he sauntered back over to the bedroom.

“Oh baby you are incredible”, you hummed softly as you tilted your head forward, gently pressing your forehead against his, trapping his messy bangs between the both of you. You pressed several hard kisses to his lips, dissolving into half a dozen pecks, your fingers rubbing small circles against the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to think when you’re driving me crazy like this?”

You could feel the heat rise against the back of his neck, a pleased flush making the subtle freckles pop against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers dug into your thighs, enough pressure to let you know your words were boring straight to his core, his head dipping down and capturing your lips in a hard kiss. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping even tighter about his shoulders as your torso fully leaned into his, nails scratching at the back of his neck and hair. Every ounce of growing need kept your lips locked with his, your teeth grazing at his lips only for him to catch your bottom lip between his, a desperate whine pulled from your chest.

“You stealin’ my words now darlin’”, Cole breathed heavily as he pulled away from you, tongue swiping out to taste your lips as his knee hit the bed. “Careful now.”

Cole was careful as he climbed onto the bed, your arms still locked around him as he dropped both of your legs onto the bed and trapped you between his. Your face burned as you stared up at the man, his gaze dancing over every single inch of your body as you returned the favor. There were times you forgot what a thick man he was; broad, muscular shoulders giving way to full, cup-able pecs and a solid set of abs covered in a soft layer of fat and hair. You had called the man a bear more times than you could count, Cole taking pride in the fact and patting his stomach or his thighs whenever he wanted your attention. Right now, however, his hands were playing with the waistband of his underwear, your breath catching in your chest as your eyes continued to trail downward.

His dick hung thick, hard and ready, the forest of pubic hair disappearing behind the grey and red waistband but you knew what lay just beyond. The fabric had been completely saturated in wetness, his precum beginning to bead through the fabric, his cock twitching under your hungry gaze. Your hand finally moved away from the back of his neck, working slowly down his chest to tweak at a nipple before it continued its journey towards its goal. Three of your fingers hooked into the waistband alongside his, your eyes pulling up from his cock, over his body and locking with his gaze again. Slow, heady breaths fell from his lips as you both paused, waiting to see who would act first. Smiling, you slowly lifted your brows in a teasingly demure manner.

“Please baby?”

Your tone dipped, desire making your tone husky, arching your back to push out your breasts, fingers gliding left and right playfully. Both of you adored taking charge at time but right now you wanted him to devour you alive, to fill you up and ravish you in a way only he knew how. Cole’s nostrils flared as his eyes broke away from your own to drink you in, hands clumsily pushing the underwear away and kicking them away behind him. Your head swam as you spread your legs further for him, eyes lingering on his thick, ruddy cock as he inched closer to you, his hand pumping his length as he fell over you. He swiped his length against your cunt once, then twice, his dick coated in your essence before he nestled himself between you lips, pushing forward agonizingly slow.

“Damn you feel so good”, Cole moaned, his head tilted back as he tried to hold some semblance of control and not slam into you completely.

His hand drifted dazedly from his cock to your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into the flesh possessively as he sank into you inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as your walls hungrily sucked him in, whining low as he bottomed out and held you in place. Cole wanted to savor the feeling of your walls around him, letting out a slow hiss as he pulled back before slowly tilting his hips forward once more. You were so delightfully full of Cole, his cock thick and lightly curved upward, teasing every inch of your cunt while lightly teasing your g-spot with every thrust in. The cowboy’s thrusts were always so deliberate, at least at the beginning, because he wanted to twist you up higher and higher so you both could come tumbling down together.

Your hands twisted into the sheets with the first thrust, clawing and scrambling against the fabric for some type of purchase as he set that spine tingling pace. Tilting your head back, your eyes squeezed up tight as you felt the head of his cock brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, the man pulling half way out before sliding into you slow and steady. Your mind was growing hazy, getting lost in his touch as you rocked against him desperately, his hands tightening around your hip before releasing them. Trying to catch your breath if even for a moment, you squealed as the man’s hands traveled down your side and moved to under your knees. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, the man’s gaze half-lidded, the hungry wanton look in your eyes making your squeeze around the man in anticipation.

“C-Cole fuck!”

Cole had pinned your knees in place, the man’s hips pulling back briefly before snapping forward, his thighs clapping against your ass. You could barely breathe, the man was even deeper than he was before, your wetness punctuating each move he made when he drilled inside of you. A part of you wanted to look away, to squeeze your eyes tight and get lost in the feeling but Cole had pinned you in place, dark eyes glowing with loving desire.

“You look so damn pretty”, Cole sighed, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips, his words pouring over you like honey and setting every inch of your body aflame.

You finally managed to break eye contact, each snapping thrust making your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier, the back of your palms pressed against your eyes and cheeks to chase some coolness, some calm back into your body. You were coming undone in his arms and he knew it, Cole pressing even closer to you and settling your thighs on his hips and leaning close to you, completely enveloping you in the scent of tobacco leaves and musk and him. His cock throbbed hard inside of you as your legs wrapped about his thighs, pulling him even closer, a silent plead for him to end you.

“Come on now angel”, he sighed, voice tight with control, gently coaxing your hands away from your face with his own, your arms wrapping him to stabilize yourself somehow. “Don’t hide yer pretty face from me.”

His thrust picked up, his lips capturing the screaming moan that escaped them, his hands framing your face as he fucked you relentlessly. Nipping, licking, growling against your mouth and lips and tongue, his thumbs worked slow methodical circles against your face, the tender strokes punctuated by the unabated drive of his hips into your own. Your body began to come undone bit by bit; toes pointing hard as your thighs began to quiver, nails clawing at his shoulders as your walls milked the man. Cole kissed you through your orgasm, grunts and moans of praise tangling between both of your lips, his forehead crushed hard against your as the smack of his skin against yours grew faster and uneven.

“Please Cass”, you breathed against his lips, your body still riding wave after wave of pleasure, wanting to feel him spill inside of you. Your walls milked him even more as you felt him begin to throb, his body on the verge of falling completely over the precipice. “Please fill me up, please I need you baby, I want all of you. Every drop. Please”

Your words slurred as Cole buried his head in the crook of your neck, quiet promises falling against your skin as his hips slammed into your twice more before freezing. Shivering you pressed your lips to the top of his head, each throb of his cock sending bursts of lava throughout your center, your arms tightening even more about his shoulders. Cole was careful to not drop his entire weight on you as your legs finally released him, the man nuzzling into the side of your neck and pressing tender kiss after kiss against your dewy skin.

“Nmmmm I love you darlin’”, he murmured into the side of your neck, as your hands began to card through his hard slowly.

“Love you too Cole”, you hummed softly before stifling a small chuckle, the man inquisitively grunting against your skin. “But you might hate me…I gotta pee again…”

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missinghan · 10 months ago

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「 lee minho, (god)father at 800 years old 」

⤷ from the world of ‘your heart & your headache, too.’

◦ tw : slight swearing, chaos that comes with babysitting, mc sort of passing out at the end (out of exhaustion and anger)

It’s Lee Minho’s first day on his job as a babysitter. He sounds stressed when you pick up the phone.

“Y/N, what am I supposed to do with these little demons,” Minho says, he’s starting to sound near tears now. “I haven’t got any sleep for three days already.”

If you were nicer (less tired), you might ask him why and sit up to drive over to his place to help. You might even laugh because for someone like Minho, who used to and still exorcises demons for a living because he’s quite literally a god who was banished from Heaven, to call Hyunjin and Felix little demons and make no attempt to hide his fear for them is laughable.

However, you spent the entirety of last night finishing marking all of the midterms for your professor’s psych course, fueled by sheer spite and caffeine. You think you might suffer from a heart attack if you move the slightest inch right now.

“They won’t let me sleep yet somehow they still get more sleep than I do, how is that fair!!” Minho is on the verge of pleading for mercy, you can feel it.

“Sounds tough on your end,” you hum, curling up on the couch while Jisung makes popcorn in the kitchen. “Maybe lay down and take a nap?”

“Felix broke a light bulb and Hyunjin tried to glue it back together and now he’s got glass in his fingers—“

“Y/N!!!” Jisung’s voice is suddenly coming from the bathroom now. “There’s no more toilet paper on the roll!”

“I was looking for a first aid kit and when I turned around the piece of glass was gone—“

“Han, go get it yourself. It’s on the second shelf of the right drawer,” you echo back while covering your phone’s speaker.

To your dismay, Jisung thinks his matter at hand is more important than your much-needed rest. “But I’m taking a shit!”

“Hyunjin said he ate it—“

Minho has thought leaving Jisung at your place is a good idea for two reasons. Firstly, he doesn’t trust Jisung with kids because Jisung is apparently a descendant of the ancient vermillion which he has hatched from an egg, extracted his soul into a blade, and then nurtured him inside his spine for at least a hundred years. Simply put, Jisung is a spoiled bird who takes immense joy out of making Minho miserable. And secondly, he knows Jisung has a soft spot for you.

“Why can’t you just turn into a bird and then go take a shit outside? I have a bidet for a reason, what the fuck,” you mumble the last part, limply rolling your neck away from the direction of the bathroom.

“—and now Felix won’t quit crying because I told him the doctors might have to slice Hyunjin’s stomach open so he might possibly die—Y/N, are you listening to me???”

“What, yeah, yeah, I’m listening, I'm listening. I’m so listening, uh huh,” you reply distractedly. It takes a full inhale and exhale for you to register what just happened. You gather every last inch of patience you can muster in the fibers of your body. “Minho, you’re not supposed to say that to a kid.”

“And he was not supposed to believe me when I said so!!”

You think Minho has begun stress-crying at some point amidst the conversation. “So did Felix actually swallow the piece of glass or…?

“You weren’t fucking listening! Hyunjin was the one who claimed he had swallowed a piece of glass but he just confessed it was a prank—“

You hear a certain noise coming from the bathroom so you lean over once again to shout with any last dying breaths that are still there, “Han Jisung, if you get water on the bathroom floor I will pluck every single one of your feathers!!!”

To your absolute horror, Jisung walks out of the bathroom with toilet paper wrapped all around him. “I did get water on the floor,” he says with a start. “But I found the roll of toilet paper like you told me to…”

You lift a brow, expecting more elaboration.

“I tripped,” Jisung admits.

“And now Hyunjin just stepped on yet another piece of glass! I’ve got two crying kids here. Y/N, I need your help, I seriously need you—“

Kids are crying. Minho is in distress, or more like despair. And Jisung is showing off his new look as if he’s too dirt-broke to buy a proper Halloween costume. But then again, Halloween was months ago and apparently no one is sane anymore in this fucking household (yes you are factoring yourself into the equation).

“I think I might actually die and that is coming from an immortal god!!”

“Drop dead, then,” you mutter and hang up.

Jisung has disappeared from your viewpoint. He pokes his head out of the bathroom seconds later after a faint thud can be heard. “I spilled your favorite hand soap,” he informs you seriously because he knows how much you love that hand soap and it is unfortunately discontinued.

“Forget it,” you say lifelessly. Seriously, forget it. Forget driving over to Lee Minho’s place and lending him a hand. Forget forcing Han Jisung to clean up after himself. Forget turning in that one philosophy essay two days early. Forget the merits and legality of murdering a god.

Forget it, you think tiredly as sleep hovers its gentle hands over your eyes.

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flnpushy · 1 year ago

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Helios: A New Era Story 1

A little shorter then my usual stories, but this is a taste of whats to come for the Helios series.

It had been 6 months since Kara’s triumphant experimental birth. She was rewarded by becoming Dr. Karens Vice president. Kara was now finished with initial training, and the renovations to the Helios Birthing Center were complete. There were now 2500 birthing women in the facility, 20 new gardens along with 10 new birth pools added. Kara played a huge part in designing the new gardens and facilities. She was now a full fledged member of the Helios Society and was now to begin experimentation as well as assisting birthing mothers at the site.

Helios A New Era: Kara’s first birth assist.

It was early morning in Kara’s office located in the north tower of Helios birthing facility. The office was similar to the labs below it. Very sterile, white, and mostly featureless. Kara was writing some new experimental birth agendas when a call came in from Helios Security.

“Security too Kara.” The device said.

“Go ahead.” Kara said.

“Please respond to garden 15R upper level. We have a mother struggling to birth.” security said.

“On my way up.” Kara said.

Kara gathered her to-go bag of supplies and headed out the door. Once out of the office Kara boarded an electric scooter and made her way down the corridor to the Central Halls. The central halls were the eating place as well as the center hub of the entire facility. It was common to house 500-750 women at any given time. Kara made her way down the scooter path passing walking women and staff members. She then hung a right turn to go towards gardens 7-15 corridor. A 1/4 mile later she arrived at garden 15. She entered the garden, so lush and resembling the Amazon rain forest, a trickle of stream water could be heard nearby. She boarded a clear see-through elevator up to the 15R block of the garden facility. Garden 15 was a new remodel that Kara had taken part in designing. She was very proud of it, and happy to see mothers using it to birth.

“Kara to security” Kara com linked.

“Go ahead.” Security said.

“Which section of 15R?” Kara asked.

“Go to the far block, section 10.” Security replied.

“10-4, mothers name?” Kara responded.

“Felicity” Security said

Kara walked to the far back corner of the 15R Jungle section. It was near a small water fall and pond. She arrived at a birthing station. The modern birthing station designed by Kara herself contained many elements for a birthing mother. It was equipped with a bed, bidet for washing, birth stool, squat bar, lubrication and pad station, and so much more. Also like any other place in the facility the entire floor was a self cleaning membrane, so mothers could birth anywhere freely. Their lying on the bed, on her side, was Felicity, the mother in question.

Felicity was a young red head girl, she was 19 and new to the facility. She was bigger boned an had wider hips. Kara walked up as she was mid-push. Felicity was side laying, with one leg pulled up. Kara could hear felicity grunting hard through a tough push. She could also see a liver of the babies head visible in her vaginal opening. She was in full birth mode, but apparently struggling.

“Hello!” Kara said as she walked up.

Felicity turned her head to look, she smiled as she saw Kara.

“Oh I’m glad you're here!” She said. “I need help.”

“Ok, let's see where you are at.” Kara said Grabbing her portable device.

Kara scanned Felicity’s arm tag. All mothers at Helios had an implanted arm tag to monitor health and track cycles.

Kara received the tag info:

Person ID: Felicity

Age: 19

Status: Pregnant- in birth

Time in labor: 168 hours (1 week)

Pushing time: 96 hours (4 days)

Child weight: Unknown, probe needed.

Child number: 1st baby

Kara grabbed her probe next. She inserted the end into Felicity’s vagina.

“Ok push for me.” Kara said

Felicity tried a hard push, Now lying on her back, she pulled back her legs to push. Kara noticed she curled her little toes as she struggled to push. Felicity’s belly tensed and her belly button protruded out during the struggle.

Kara got the data:

Weight: 21 pounds

Gender: Male

Semen type: 52C EXP

Position: Posterior

“Good girl, nice push!” Kara said. Felicity moaned as the push ended. “The little head is just inside you. Looks like 21 pounds and a first time mommy, this is a stuck little boy!”

“Ive been pushing for 4 days and i just cant get it out!” Felicity said.

“Well first time mommy and a 21 pound baby….” Kara said. “Plus little man is a type 52C so his head is a bit larger. Makes for a tough birth.”

“So why am I pregnant with a larger baby for the first one?” Felicity asked.

“You were selected because of your wider hips, it was determined you could likely birth a larger baby.” Kara said.

“Well I’m starting to think that I cant get him out of me, he’s just to big!” Felicity said.

“Oh he’ll come out.” Kara said. “He’s just being a bit stubborn in there.”

“I want him out!!” Felicity yelped as a strong contraction overtook her. She pulled back her legs and made a large push. Kara noticed that she was opening up, the little head was making an appearance. As felicity pushed Kara opened felicity’s vagina up a bit more with her hands.

“Ohh he’s wiggling around in there! He’s moving his little head back and forth trying to stretch you!” Kara said.

“Good, wiggle out! “ Felicity said. “Can he wiggle out on his own?”

“No silly, he can try but he needs mommy to push him out. He’s too big to wiggle outta there!” Kara said.

Felicity pushed again. This time the babies head came a bit more into view. Inevitably however the head slowly retracted back inside after the push.

“Good girl, he loves mommies belly, doesn’t wanna come out of there!” Kara said.

“Come out!” Felicity yelled.

“Relax, he will come.” Kara said.

“Lets check him again.” Kara said.

Kara pulled out her probe and placed it inside Felicity’s vagina. The probe tapped the babies head.

“All is well in your belly.” Kara said.

Kara reached over and grabbed some lube from the station. She liberally applied it around Felicity’s opening and inside around the babies head.

“Lets get you lubed up and help him slide out.” Kara said.

Other hour of pushing went by, felicity tried side laying, squatting, and even the birth stool. The baby in her belly just wasn’t moving. However the head was now staying down. Felicity’s vagina opening was now opened up in a tear drop shape around the babies head. Felicity continued to push for 2 more hours like this with no progress. A little meconium was starting to come out of felicity’s opening around the babies head.

“Lets get you cleaned up hun.” Kara said.

Kara assisted Felicity over to the bidet. Felicity sat down and Kara grabbed the shower head attachment. Warm water began to flow over Felicity’s opening as Kara washed. The warm water felt good for felicity as she began to moan. Kara used her hand to wipe down Felicity. She also cleaned the babies head as it was poking out ever so slightly. The wash finished and Felicity returned to the bed to lay down.

“Felicity, there is trick we need to try. Here at helios we cannot do c-sections, they are too risky for mother and baby. So we need to figure out how to get the baby to progress.” Kara mentioned.

“I want you to pleasure yourself and orgasm. It will help advance the baby, and help you relax.”

Kara pulled a small vibrator from her pocket.

“You know what to do.” She smiled.

Felicity applied the device to her clit area and began working toward orgasm. About 10 minutes passed.

“Im getting it! Getting it” Felicity yelped.

“Ok mommy, let it go, and push hard at the same time.” Kara said.

“Ahhhhhh! mmmmmm! ahhhhhhuuuuggg!” Felicity mumbled.

The orgasm began and felicity pushed. Her belly contracted heavily as she pulled back on her legs, delivering a massive push. The babies head contracted in and out with the strong contractions. As it did, it slowly advanced.

“Push Push Push!” Kara yelped.

Felicity continued to push until her orgasm ended. The babies head had progressed to crown. Her vagina was stretched very far, farther than even Kara thought it would.

Felicity settled after the orgasm, her baby stuck fast at full crown.

“Dont relax too much hun, he could slip back in!” Kara warned.

Felicity kept a steady push.

“I can feel him wiggling!” Felicity said.

“Yeah, he’s trying to get out of there!” Kara said.

Kara felt around the crowning head.

“Wow that’s one stuck little guy there, Very tight!” Kara said.

Felicity made another big push. To their amazement the head popped out!

“Oh my, didn’t think he was going to come that easy!” Kara said. “Hey there big guy.” Kara said as she touched the now birthed head.

“The shoulders could take, minutes, hour, or even days, depending upon size and position. I think this baby just has a big head, he should come out fine now.” Kara mentioned.

Felicity pushed for another hour. The baby slowly rotated and made its way out. Kara was right, the rest of the baby was much easier. This birth was over, But Kara was now called to another interesting mission.

#birth #birth kink #pregnant #giving birth #crowning #birth denial #pregnancy #birth story #scifi birth #Helios

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ellescastleglow · 2 days ago

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🫧🧼Hygiene Tips I Learned Recently🧼🫧

The TikTok algorithm has finally borne fruit, and I went down a rabbithole of people talking about their best tips. And me being me, I took notes. Credit goes mostly to vanilla swirl and pickleflipflops for these, their videos have saved me I swear.

Hair

Using glycolic acid as a scalp exfoliator. I'm allergic to a lot of things they put in normal scalp exfoliators so this one is a game changer.

Double shampooing. My hairdresser told me to do this too FWIW.

Stop overconditioning. If you have hair like mine (low porosity 2C-3A), you don't need a rinse out and leave in conditioner. Just pick one.

Teeth

OK, so I do my 'everything toothbrush' on the same days I wash my hair (twice a week) in the evening, but you can totally do this every time if you want, I'm just unmotivated. For me, this means: 1. Oil pulling for 10 minutes 2. Brushing my teeth with fluoride (I like the Tom's cinnamon one) 3. Scraping my tongue 4. Water flossing 5. Hydrogen peroxide as a mouthwash (I'm allergic to mint)

When water flossing, use a mouthwash instead of water (or, in my case, adding a little hydrogen peroxide to it) for extra clean teeth.

Brush your teeth before eating breakfast. I didn't grow up with this so it's taking some getting used to.

When using fluoride toothpaste, leave it on for a bit after brushing.

Skincare

Double cleansing with oil based and water based cleansers even when you don't wear makeup, especially in the evening. Really make sure to get all the sunscreen off.

Adding castor oil to moisturiser.

Using castor oil under the eyes daily gets rid of dark circles.

Hypochlorous acid spray instead of cleansing in the morning (for all us executive dysfunction havers), and spraying it throughout the day to keep your face clean.

If you get really red, painful skin after eating certain foods, it could be a fungal thing. My dad had that for years and it's gone now because he uses an antifungal.

Showering

Dry brushing before getting in the shower. I lied when I said this is recent I've been hearing about this for years but it's important enough that I'm putting it here.

Wash your body after you've washed your hair. I like to do my whole hair routine and put it up in a T shirt, then go back into the shower to wash my face and body.

Double cleanse your body, first with a bar of soap, then with a body wash. Oh, also wash your legs and feet properly.

When you get out of the shower, thoroughly dry your armpits, between your toes, your privates, and your crack. The rest of your body, leave damp for your lotion.

Put on lotion before body oil. Oil traps in whatever's underneath, so if you put oil first, you're wasting lotion.

Body Odour and Perfumes

Glycolic acid kills the bacteria under your arms that cause odour. I don't even need to use deodorant anymore because there's just no smell.

If you still smell, try using a benzoyl peroxide cream as a mask, leave it on for 5 minutes then wash it off.

Places to spray perfumes: inner forearms near the elbow (putting it on your wrists means it'll rub off faster), middle of the chest/collarbones.

Toileting

Use! A! Bidet! After! You! Poop! If there's no built in one where you are, they have portable ones for like $30 on Amazon.

Apparently, wiping from front to back means the direction you're wiping? And not just to do your vulva first? It kinda hurts for me to do that but I don't want poop particles up around there so.

Misc.

Disinfect your phone and headphones once a week. I know you don't do that already. Dirty phones and headphones cause acne and also it's just gross.

Take your underwear off at night. Wear boxers or pyjama shorts or something if you want, but nothing too tight.

Not really a hygiene tip but waxing your eyebrows and dyeing them every couple of weeks means you never have to fill them in again. Same goes with dyeing your eyelashes and mascara.

#no shaving tips sorry but i don't shave #it girl #that girl #becoming her #hygiene #self grooming #personal hygiene #op

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endreal · 1 year ago

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You know how just about everybody's got that one inconsequential thing that drives them batty and will straight-up bring their own shovel to dig that molehill into a mountain? Mine is expensive toilet paper.

Firstly it's bullshit that TP costs as much as it does anyway (nb4 bidet evangelists; this post isn't for you). But second and more importantly I don't care how soft your loo roll is, I don't care how quilted, I don't care how theoretically absorbant or whatever it's supposed to be, I woukd rather use terrible scratchy thin flimsy Scotts or whatever and do it carefully than put anything near my junk that's gonna make me feel linty.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years ago

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Aesthetic-airhead submitted this unique property in the Netherlands. It’s the kind of property I love b/c it’s so different. It consists of 5 buildings - can you imagine the great compound this would make? I get the water tower, though. Built in 1939, the actual livable residence on the property has 2 rooms. € 2,500.M / $2.664K

Can you imagine converting these buildings to homes?

It’s near the water, if you want to have a boat, too.

The top of the tower has a great view, glass walls, and a small deck.

I didn’t expect a swimming hole. it has a deck coming form the round building.

This is cool- look at the courtyard and balconies.

This would most definitely be a cool house.

This building definitely has potential.

This building is huge and has the coolest round ball art piece in front.

This is a cool space- looks like the neon conveys.

Got an industrial vibe going here.

This reminds me of the first Star Wars movie. But, it’s a cool round room.

That looks like an elevator.

This is the house.

Lots of possibilities.

Nice shower, sinks, toilet & bidet are here, already.

Living room is already set up.

Dining area.

Conservatory.

Oooh, a kitchen.

Shower room.

Could become a bedroom.

Main bd. is huge.

Walk-in closet. With millions of dollars, this could be phenomenal.

https://www.funda.nl/koop/oost-souburg/huis-41105074-vlissingsestraat-239/

#unique property #unusual property the netherlands #houses #house tours #home tour #long post #submissions

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sayitalianolearns · 1 year ago

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Let's "multilingual post" again with bathroom's vocabs.

ENG - ITA - FRA - ESP - KOR

bathroom/restroom - (il) bagno/(la) toilette - (la) toilette - (el) baño - 화장실

sink - (il) lavabo/(il) lavandino - (le) lavabo - (el) lavabo - 세면대

shower - (il) box doccia/(la) doccia - (la) douche - (la) ducha - 샤워

bathtub - (la) vasca (da bagno) - (le) bain - (la) bañadera/(la) bañera - 욕조

water closet/W.C. - (il) gabinetto/(il) vater - (les) toilettes - (el) cuarto de baño/(el) váter - 변소

bidet - (il) bidet - (le) bidet - (el) bidé - 비데

shampoo - (lo) shampoo* - (le) shampooing - (el) champú - 샴푸

soap - (la) saponetta/(il) sapone (liquido) - (le) savon - (el) jabón - 비��

hair conditioner - (il) balsamo (per capelli) - (l')après-shampooing/(le) conditionneur - (el) bálsamo/(el) acondicionador - 컨디셔너

shower gel - (il) gel doccia/(il) bagnoschiuma - (le) gel douche - (el) gel de ducha - 샤워 젤

sponge - (la) spugna - (l')éponge - (la) esponja - 스펀지

towel - (l')asciugamano - (la) serviette - (la) toalla - 수건

toothpaste - (il) dentifricio - (le) (tube de) dentifrice - (el) dentífrico/(la) pasta de dientes - 치약

toothbrush - (lo) spazzolino (da denti) - (la) brosse à dents - (el) cepillo de dientes - 칫솔

perfume - (il) profumo - (le) parfum - (el) perfume - 향수

deodorant/body spray - (il) deodorante - (le) déodorant/(le) déo - (el) desodorante/(el) espray corporal - 방취제

*pronounced: shampo

random notes from an Italian: the Spanish "toalla" reminds me of the Italian "tovaglia" (=tablecloth) tbh and it makes me smile (no judging I used a "tovagliolo"=napkin to blow my nose once so...); the French "serviette" is similar to our "salvietta" which is a Regional way to call the "asciugamano" (near the Alps mostly) or more likely a very small "tovagliolo" / "salvietta igienizzante" =sanitizing wipe.

#polyglot #multilingual #languages #korean #english #french #spanish #italian

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strawbebbynya · 1 year ago

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You know. I'm a big advocate for mobility aids, but I've always been too afraid to really make the leap. But my vacation with my boyfriend has made me realize how much I do need them and that's okay. I deserve to not struggle through my day. I deserve to not have to lay in bed near tears because the pain won't stop even with ibuprofen.

So many avenues have opened up for me in just this week bc I'm finally accepting that my disability runs deeper than I thought it did, and that there are people who are more than happy to help me. I didn't even dare to believe that I would be able to afford those crutches any time soon, but not only did I get them in no time at all, all paid off, but I was able to get additional aids on my list and even got gifted one from one of my favorite artists.

I've joked about the fact my body is deteriorating for so long, but I was too scared to think it permanent, to understand that a quick surgery wouldn't solve all my problems. I'm even starting to think about the aids I could get outside of my fibro. And all this started bc my wonderful friend gifted me a portable bidet that made me realize I didn't have to just live in pain the rest of my life.

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submalevolentgrace · 9 months ago

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in what i am 100% sure is a case of deferred anxiety from actual real issues in my life; lately i've been having incessent vivid worries about being dogpiled on tumblr for some minor thing i've said with aggressive people hounding me for cancellable receipts - "why do you use a bidet if you're not muslim?" or "why did you call that cosplayer a dom girl, you're mocking kink and getting it wrong" or "the fires aren't anywhere near melbourne, you city people are always overreacting when you're so insulated from the real threat" etc etc, and the harassment gets so bad that i have to either delete my tumblr or start revealing way more about my personal life than i really want to

i would love to say this is out of date behaviour that doesn't happen on tumblr anymore, but uhh... *checks the release date of tears of the kingdom on wikipedia*

#for reference i know that bidets arent just a muslim thing #but there is an unfortunate number of people here that seem to believe they are in a very bigotry kinda way

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asherlockstudy · 2 years ago

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I 100% agree with you that he added the whole poly piece to add a sense of levity after his "you're going to break two relationships" because it was widely Unhinged and obvious. For a second it felt like the roles have shifted and he's slowly is becoming the one who speaks before he thinks, either that or something paramount has happened between the two of them that got him not to care anymore and is adamant to throw some hints here and there about the two possibly having consummated their relationship 💏

Do you think he meant Link with that "don't trust people who don't channel their darkness like horror movies in relationships "? Because Link has an inner pyscho 😂

Oh Anon you are opening such a big can of worms for me now. Look, I have so many opinions on what is happening between them and they often feel more like convictions.

He 100% meant Link. We know Link hates horror movies. There is no other person to really dislike horror movies in Rhett’s life that we know of. Let alone that it was oddly peculiar of Rhett to say that.

Generally, Rhett is not above slipping. He has done it on multiple occasions: in the late Larry King’s show he was such a bigmouth he gave Link a heart attack at least thrice, for example. Another time, it was Rhett who revealed they always dreamed to have a threesome with a woman and Link nearly hid under the GMM desk. Or the “I get aroused in hurricanes, love is love” one?! All this is pure unadulterated Rhett stupidity.

Here is the difference though. Whenever Rhett slips, it is out of emotion or stupidity or the surge of excitement. I know this might seem very counterintuitive to you, but when it comes to the relationship between them Link doesn’t slip nowhere near as often. 90% of the rhinky stuff Link does is intentional. Link didn’t imply Rhink stuff accidentally. When he kissed Rhett on the head, when he held him tenderly in his arms, when he slowly stroked the chocolate cereal from his face, when he literally said to Rhett “oh you can move that fast” in sex and then leisurely slurped his lollipop, or the freaking year of the Twink, when he was crawling on Rhett’s feet, straddling him or repeatedly talking about his bidet and his rosebud, none of this was accidental. They were all slow moments, offering thus the time for Link to backtrack which he never did. And many of these moments were repeated, which means they were not accidental moments in time. Link wants to out them.

Which is why Rhett is scared of Link. In fact, you can see the fear on his face sometimes. And he is angry at him. “At least my slip-ups are out of stupidity, you do it on purpose!”. Rhett is not angry at Link for wanting out, but for knowingly playing with fire and without Rhett’s consent. Rhett is trying to restrain Link for quite some time. It was even implied in a recent EB, when Rhett said that if he died first, he was concerned what Link would say in public after staying alone alive. It’s also why Rhett doesn’t drink as much as Link in GMEs. He is very afraid of Link and what he can do, especially if his last inhibitions are removed by alcohol.

Now the interesting thing is that Link too is sometimes horrified when Rhett slips (out of stupidity). It’s like they can never meet in their handling of this problem. However there are also times after Rhett has slipped, when Link puts him on the spot even more instead of trying to cover it up. But in general I think that even though Link wants out, when it’s Rhett spiralling out of control and catches him off guard, he too has a wake up call and gets scared, albeit less than Rhett.

In this occasion, Rhett’s slip-up was a mix of emotion (anger) and poor judgement (stupidity). He was angry at Link for the aforementioned reasons and he tried to pass a “coded” message to him, but he totally miscalculated how badly coded it was. It basically was hardly coded at all.

After writing all this, I am pretty sure I don’t need to write where I stand about whether they have consummated their relationship. I have been implying things for years but I was kinda scared to do it, but honestly the people who see my posts are like 8 globally at most and as I am growing older I don’t really care if someone clutches their pearls at this. Honestly, nobody sees this and it’s just my conviction after all. It can be wrong. I don’t think it is 😅 but it can be.

#rhink #anon #ask #mythical

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nathan-kakehashi-blog · 2 years ago

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Kakehashi 2022 - Day 1

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The trip began in earnest the morning after my arrival, naturally. (This was one of the busiest days, so here's yet another huge post lol.)

We had a VERY busy itinerary for the whole trip, planned down to the minute. I was pretty nervous still at this point, considering that it was my first time in Japan, as well as my first time travelling abroad without my family; but I was well-prepared and in good company for the trip.

Breakfast in the hotel was far better than what you'd find in an American hotel. It was a buffet of a wide variety of foods, ranging from typical western fare to all sorts of Japanese staples, in a very clean and well-lit restaurant. Surprisingly, the french toast was my favorite of the things I tried there, followed by the coffee. After having tried a wide variety of common coffees in Japan on this trip, I can safely say that they tend to be considerably less bitter and are smoother going down than coffees found in the US. (Not to say that you can't find that kind, though.)

As one final tangent before moving on, I also wanted to mention the washlets (bidets) in Japan. There isn't much I can say that hasn't already been said elsewhere about these, but I was thoroughly surprised by how prevalent they are. Out of the many bathrooms I visited during the trip, only a small handful of them didn't have a washlet at all. Even out in the countryside! I will miss the nice, clean restrooms of Japan dearly. I had some reverse culture shock on my way back home after the trip due to this, lol.

Our first stop for the day was the National Diet Building. We got to take a tour of the interior of the building. (Though just the central building and the south wing, the House of Representatives portion.) If I understood what I was overhearing as we were going through security right, this tour is a part of the standard curriculum for all Japanese schools. A few groups of elementary/middle schoolers from distant prefectures were on the tour ahead of us, cute yellow/red hats and all. I quite like this style of architecture, with all the nice reliefs and detailed wood carvings. It reminds me a lot of buildings in Washington D.C., having gone there once before.

A few highlights, including the House of Representatives:

Before lunch, we stopped by the park outside the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda, mainly to see Nijubashi (lit. "double bridge"), one of a famous pair of bridges over the moats at the palace. Before it was replaced by the iron bridge present today, it was a wooden bridge that was built over a smaller bridge, hence the name. I also found it interesting how such a big park could be in the dead center of such a huge cluster of cities like this.

Nijubashi and the park near the Palace:

After finishing lunch, we went to see Meiji Jingu, a very famous shrine complex next to Yoyogi park. The fall colors around the shrine were utterly gorgeous; my camera doesn't do them justice. Vivid greens blending into blazing oranges. Pure crimson maples. Majestic, golden yellow ginkgo trees. I admit, I've always had a soft spot for autumn scenery. I also have to mention the crows. All throughout the park and the nearby areas of the city, there are crows everywhere, cawing away. I hardly ever see any back home, so I found that particularly neat.

The shrine gate, the autumn colors, and a crow:

On the way out of the shrine, I heard the deep, rhythmic bass of some drums in the distance. I didn't investigate since we were already walking away, but apparently one in our group got split up by following the sound, as if he had been summoned. We made plenty of jokes about him being spirited away or him being like a lost child.

What came next, I was not expecting at all. They set us loose in Harajuku for two full hours! (Specifically, right at Takeshita Street/竹下通り.) One of my only regrets of this trip was not having researched the area ahead of time, since I didn't have any idea they were planning this. For those unaware, Harajuku is known as a center for young teenage girl's fashion and the like. Not far from there is Omotesando, which is packed with all sorts of high-end international stores, like Gucci and Armani for example. Definitely not things I particularly like or can afford.

The bustling Takeshita Street and "fashion":

For whatever reason, I could not for the life of me find a decent-looking bookstore in the area around Harajuku proper, so me and my friend that I was wandering with quickly decided to try broadening our search to the direction of Shibuya. We didn't just take the train down a couple of stations since we were under the impression that we weren't allowed to, but in hindsight, we were literally right next to Harajuku station… We should have just taken it anyways lol. This was the first time I would properly experience the crowds in Tokyo, and I wasn't fully prepared for it. Fortunately, I do have some skills with moving in a crowd, but I did get a little jangled by just how many people were around and how loud it was.

As a sidenote, both cars and people in Japan flow in the opposite direction as the US. Instead of hanging on the right side, things flow on the leftmost-side first. Interestingly, this also includes pedestrian flows, even if it isn't always a literal rule. It took some getting used to at first, but now I'm having a hard time unlearning it, since I don't often walk in crowds here in the States. I may or may not have bumped into a couple people in Atlanta before realizing I needed to be on the right side again lol.

We were just a bit past Omotesando when we spotted an intriguing store that claimed to sell manga on the upper floor; as the both of us were big fans of manga (and active members of our Japanese reading club!), we decided to alter our heading to check it out. The store was running a temporary exhibit of studio MAPPA's recent hit anime "Chainsaw Man", which had a wall full of design artwork and behind-the-scenes work from the anime; not to mention the life-size statue of one of the lead characters (pic below). My friend quickly spent all of the money he brought with him for the trip(!) on a huge stack of volumes from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, and I decided to buy the set of SPYxFAMILY, since another friend of mine had been translating it as his project for the Japanese translation class at the UofM, and I found it pretty good then. I had run the numbers, and if I had bought that same set here in the US and had it shipped, it would have cost me nearly triple the price!

My manga haul, the obligatory Jojo meme page, and the statue:

But as a surprise to us both, we ran into another one of us on the street shortly after we started heading back! He was heading to some back-alley store nearby. He is a huge fan of Chainsaw Man, so before going to that alley, we brought him to the store we found earlier.

Our search for the hidden, ambiguously-named "Gamers" took us past the one and only sketchy part of Japan I would see on the trip; an odd tattoo parlor with a bunch of shiny motorcycles parked beside it, and a pair of suspicious-looking individuals hanging around. Totally not a Yakuza-run establishment, right? Regardless, we would come to find that this store was not at all what we thought it would be. Instead of some kind of video-game store, it was a store crammed to the ceiling with Idol merch, gravure magazines, and Love Live posters. My own personal definition of hell. We quickly fled, slightly redder in the face, and started the trek back to Harajuku station.

The cursed store:

It was getting close to the departure time as we got back to the station, and right as we got there I spotted something by chance. This whole time, there was a cat café directly next to the station! And I didn’t see it in time to go! Argh! I'm still mad about that, since my apartment doesn't allow pets and it had been months since I had last gotten to pet one. And while we were waiting to leave, for whatever reason some group started filming Idol-style dances dressed in very seasonally-inappropriate (chilly!) sailor outfits near us. I found it moderately hilarious, though I tried not to show it visibly lol.

By the time we made it back to the hotel, I was thoroughly exhausted. Some of us were going out again to meet a few current study-abroad students from the UofM, but I didn't have the energy to go out, opting just to say hello to one of them near the lobby. This would be a theme for the next few nights, haha. They really didn't go easy on us, as far as the itinerary for each day goes.

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#kakehashi #kakehashi2022 #JICE #japan #travel #tokyo #chiyoda #nijubashi #meiji shrine #harajuku

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